This choice: A vagina where your mouth and nose should be • Go Back...Chapter #13A vagina where your mouth and nose should be by: Yote   Where your mouth and nose should be, there is only smooth skin split apart by a vertical slit. You pull your hand away as your fingers touch against your puffy, pink lips, eliciting a strange, foreign pleasure from your new organ. You find a mirror. Your dad has taken certain liberties with the design while you were asleep, implanting a vagina in place of your mouth.
You cast an indignant look at the surgeons. They should have run such a change past you first. Just then, a figure steps through the surgery door. It takes a second to look up and recognise him - you're not used to your dad looming over you. Before, the two of you had stood shoulder-to-shoulder. He's had them make you petite too, barely over four feet high, though perfectly proportioned for your height. Unable to speak, you glower at him.
He gives a casual shrug at your displeasure. "Don't look at me like that, boy. I wasn't going to let you lose a hole without putting something even better in place. It'd be wasteful. You know how much I hate waste." He reaches out, his calloused fingers running over your sensitive facial pussy lips. "Don't worry, it's not functional, except for fun of course. You're not going to be having any head-babies, or bleeding down your chin every month."
Eww.
A silver tiara-like device is lowered on to your head. A mental transmitter allowing you to psychically broadcast your thoughts. [Anything other changes I should be aware of?] you think indignantly.
"We updated your software while we were operating," one of the surgeons speaks up. "Your neural lattice is now operating on version 3.1.1. It's mostly nothing major, just a security patch and a few utility tweaks, though it does come bundled with the new PP system."
['PP system'?]
"The Pleasure Point. It's the new currency being pushed through by the government. It's intended to phase out the Velusian dollar in three years. Essentially it monitors your behavior and the dopamine response of the people you interact with. For every act of good will or sexual favour you do for another person in the cluster, you get a pleasure point! Hold a door open for somebody, that's a pleasure point! Help somebody across the street, leasure point! Suck off a tramp, five pleasure points! It's to help formalise the giving and receive of pleasure, and to promote social harmony. All the PP you earn can be exchanged at government shops for rewards, or just hoarded to improve your social standing!"
[Wait, let me get this straight, I get paid for having sex with people? Doesn't that kinda make me a... whore?]
The surgeon chuckles. "In three years, we'll all be whores. You won't be able to buy a loaf of bread without a stack of PPs."
"Best start earning them now, eh, son?" dad grins lecherously, fondling your luscious lady-ass.
[Hey!] you exclaim.
> Ding! You have 1 PP! states your HUD.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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