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XXX-777 Elysium

Ghaigido

Ghaigido

Supernova
Joined
Oct 17, 2012
Location
American Mid-West
In the future, man has unlocked the potential of Genetic Splicing and Manipulation. Some people altered their bodies to do things that they normally wouldn't, like lay eggs instead of live birth or have a particular taste bud that, when activated, causes them to immediately orgasm. What was truely surprising was that 3 times as many people had proceedures for enhancing their sex lives than those who went in for super-powers or the like.
The supers still caused lots of problems, but eventually regulations laws were put in place. Both for the supers, and super proceedures.
However, since these things are genetic... superpowers still exist. Many sexual traits still exist. Sometimes they mixed into something new. And now, 100,000 years later on the planet XXX-777, in human colony Elysium, most of those powers are used for sex.
It didn't surprise anyone. The natural flora and fauna of the planet were made for having sex. With themselves, with each other... with odd alien creatures who genetically altered themselves. Who could alter the natives. There are certain areas, zoos, inside the colony where once could find and fuck an animal or plant of their choosing
In the large colony of Elysium, there are only a few rules. Pay your taxes, don't steal, don't do illegal drugs in the surface, don't be violent, don't perform non-consentual acts of sex, don't leave the colony without armed escort... and don't get genetic alterations for anything other than sex.
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The colony of Elysium is wide and tall, like a futuristic Chicago except twice as high, four times as clean, and infinitely less crime. Oh, and infinitely more sex-oriented. The man who owns the company, that in turn owns the city and colony, is an unknown who goes by the alias "TICKER." His tower is the highest on the whole planet, overlooking the city and beyond.
However, we are starting down at the hospital, where one boy and one girl are waiting to get their gene mods.
 
Michelle sat a little nervously in the chair she had been given. Her pale skin was covered in goosebumps due to how cold the room was and she shivered slightly. The hospital gown she had been given did little to keep her warm and was little more then a thin amorphous sheet to cover her body with. She looked around with her green/brown eyes and her long red hair shook slightly as she did. She had been waiting in this room for what seemed like an eternity and it was not only boring, it was nerve wracking. If the physician did not come soon she was not sure what she would do but she knew she had to do something.

As she examined the room again she wondered for the umpteenth time what was taking so long. They had drawn her blood to check for possible mutations, taken an x-ray, examined her in more ways than she thought possible... maybe something was wrong. Maybe she had something wrong with her genes that meant she could not receive modifications. Maybe she had inherited something strange? Or maybe they were just on break and leaving her to wait in this cold sterile hospital room with nothing to do. She kicked the wall out of frustration then winced and hopped onto one foot, grabbing it and cursing herself for stubbing her toe.
 
Almost a minute after she had stopped hopping around, there was a knock at the door. "I'm coming in," someone said, presumably the doctor.
And he did. In his white medical jacket and his blue scrubs, the doctor... the furry Equine doctor came in. Not the clearly human physician that had left.

He quietly closed the door, pulled out his clipboard and got to business. "Now Miss Michelle, it says here you want a mild Shifting alteration? Limitations are that you cannot become any more than 8 to 16 feet tall while weighing up to 500 lb., and can become no smaller or have less weight than a cockroach, everything else is permited. Is that correct?"
 
Michelle's eyes widened a little involuntarily. She had never seen as full a furry as this doctor before, at least not an Equine. she shook her head and blinked a little in shock before stammering out. "Ummm, yes... That's a wider range even then what I wanted..." She said, blushing a little and looking bashfully at her feet. "Although it's not bad..." she said finally looking up at the doctor and wondering if he was a full time or a shifter like she wanted to be. She had heard some people were always in their modified forms but she was not sure she was ready to take that plunge, or to be stuck in one form once she did.
 
The doctor checked a few things on his clipboard. "Great," he said as he handed her the board and pen. "Sign on the dotted line for the first, third, and fourth pages and I'll lead you to the operating room." This seemed pretty routine for him, so he probably had a lot of experience.
 
Michelle takes the clipboard and pen, and starts looking at the pages. They seem to be forms stating much of the same thing she already signed when she came in this morning, and so she signs her name and hands it back. "There you go. Is that what you needed?" She asks, getting a little more confident now that things seem to be going somewhere.
 
"Yes. Now, if you'll follow me..." he says as he opens the door and walks out the room. He leads her down a long trail of halls, twisting, turning, and generally making those who don't work there confused and feeling lost. Finally, they come to, and enter, the double doors of the operating room. She is silently directed to the opertating table, where she is strapped down around her waist, wrists, ankles, and forehead.
 
She lays down on the table, shivering again as the cold plastic of the table touches her skin. She lays back, unable to do much else and stares at the ceiling while she waits for it to begin.
 
The orderly brings over a mask attached to a tube and fixes it to her face. The sound of a nob turns, and an odd smell fills her nose. It reminds her of her favorite smell. "Now, breathe in deeply. When you wake up, you'll be instructed in the use of your Shifting."

When she wakes up, she is naked in a room with seemingly nothing in it... except pillows and padding.
 
Michelle looks around the room, still feeling a little woozy. She examines herself, running her hands all over her body, and noticing a small series of stitches on her waist. She winces a little as she touches them, then stands up to explore the room, although there is not much to explore.
 
A voice comes through the walls. "Hello. This is your Doctor speaking. I am using hidden speakers to instruct you in this padded room, just in case you accidently hurt yourself or go mad with power. We had that happen once or twice. It was bad. So we have installed suppressors in the walls as well, just in case. Now, to intruction.
You can begin by closing your eyes and visualizing yourself with, oh... green hair. Once you do that, you should feel a little tickle in the middle of your brain. Imagine that tickle, that buzz, that feeling, however it presents it self to you, as a trigger of some sort. A lightswitch is a standard example."
 
Michelle nodded and imagined herself with dark forest green hair. As she did it felt like a million tiny needles were gently poking at the top of her skull. She shuddered a little and continued imagining it until suddenly the feeling stopped. She opened her eyes and immediately grabbed a lock of her hair, looking at it. It was the same general shade as she had imagined. She gasped. "It worked, It worked!"
 
"Good work. Now for the next step, making mass. Imagine yourself with an extra limb. An arm, a leg, a penis. It's much the same, but you'll have to concentrate a little harder. If you don't, it'll... be nasty." Which did not sound good at all.
 
Michelle was a little nervous about that statement but she imagined herself with an extra arm coming out of her back. She thought as hard as she could imagining it as best she could. The feeling was more intense this time but she stayed focused through it and after a bit noticed herself patting her own head. However her right and left arms were not moving. "Like that?"
 
"That's right, that's good... Now, there are still three things we need to cover, but before that you need to to return to normal. This is the easiest thing to do, by far. However, this often leads people to thinking that it is easier than it really is, and that ends up with them... oh, sorry. I shouldn't tell you that." That was not reassuring at all. "In any case, please imagine your original self, unmodified by your shifting. The feeling will be very different this time, and will seem to be in the back of your eyes, or behind them."
 
Michelle nodded, imagining herself as she was when she walked in earlier. She almost cries out in surprise as it feels like a drill is pounding through the back of her head and into her eyes, but she keeps the thought. After a long moment it stops and she opens her eyes, almost falling over from mental exhaustion. "That... that felt... bad."
 
"And now you know why there are so few shifters. Changing back hurts. But that's why we pair you up. On the other side of the wall behind you is a person who went through the Mind Power mod. Part of his training is to dull or erase your pain. That'll come in a minute. On to the next step.
Now you're going to learn to change size. Imagine yourself 12 feet tall. You can focus on the numbers instead of the image, if you like. The feeling will be intoxicating, so be careful not to go wild when you trigger it."
 
Michelle holds the thought of being 12 feet tall in her mind. She pictures the number then herself towering above her current height, then the number again. As she does the number swirls and twists in her head. It dances and swings, mixing together but never fully deforming, spiraling and spinning. She can not help but be mesmerized by it until suddenly it stops and she feels... cold? Empty? Hollow? It's as if something wonderful left her and she wants it ag- no, that's what they meant. She opened her eyes and gasped. Her head was almost flush with the ceiling and the whole room looked cramped and small. "Woh..." She says after finally regaining her senses.
 
"Yes, quite a take, isn't it? Now, your about to feel a foreign feeling in your head. Tell me if it feels right or wrong, and how much on a scale of 1 to 10 with 1 being the weakest, and 10 being the strongest."
 
"Ok" She replies, and waits for the feeling to enter her head. She is not sure what it might be but is curious as to what is going to happen.
 
A... feeling, no, a presence fills her mind. It's warm and gentle, comforting in ways that can't quite be explained. The warmth swirls and whirls and fills all the empty pieces of her mind and heart with... something nice. More than nice. The feeling is also controlling, though not in a way that makes her feel like it doesn't belong. It feels... natural. And it makes her happy.
 
Michelle sighed as the warmth flooded her mind, making her feel loose and a little wobbly, like a warm gelatin was engulfing her and she was just swimming through it. "It feels... right, really right. It's like a 8... a 9? It's good." She said a loud, closing her eyes and just enjoying the blissful warm feeling washing over her.
 
"All right, looks like we found a match. Try turning back to normal now. Again, tell me how much pain you feel, on a scale of 1 to 10, where 1 is the least and 10 is the most."
 
Michelle shudders and starts thinking of herself as she was before. As she starts changing back, the feeling has gone from world shatteringly painful to merely a dull ache between her eyes. As she finishes changing she opens them and smiles. "If before was a 10 this was a 1. It barely hurts at all." She says with a smile.
 
"Good, good... better than predicted. All right, now he's going to leave your mind so you can try shrinking. Using the same scale as before, tell us how bad his leaving makes you feel."
 
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