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The Blessing of T-No-Gi

For Monroethelizard

By Draconicon

The orbital labs of the T-No-Gi were legendary among those that lived on earth. They had shown up one fiery day, taking out the existing satellites of the nations below, and then set up the new labs to replace them. Any ship that had tried to take off to explore them was shot down without warning, and those that tried to return fire were destroyed with prejudice. Any weaponry that was leveled against the satellites, up to and including nuclear weapons, were nothing compared to what technology the T-No-Gi had at their disposal.

However, once the governments planetside stopped trying to blow the labs out of the sky, messages and invitations started to appear. They would show up anywhere from one's front lawn to impaled inside of one's car, or even so far as to stab through the bed beside one while they were sleeping. Government officials found them appearing in bunkers, and some of the crazed militia sort found them in their stashes and hiding places.

It was always the same: a simple black bar that felt like it was both solid and liquid at the same time. It had the name of the person invited and, under that, an offer. It varied from person to person just what that offer was, of course. Some were given the option of a new partner. Some were given the offer of power. Some, still, were given the option of leaving the planet.

Whatever the offer was, the next step was always the same. If you held onto the invitation for the next three days, the T-No-Gi teleported you away, taking you from the planet to one of the labs. Some came back, some didn't, but they were never the same.

"Heh, never thought I'd get one of those big-dick offers from an alien race," Monroe said, chuckling as he walked beside two silent black and silver figures. "You take that one from some of the old scams? You got a Nigerian prince hanging around?"

There was no answer, of course. The T-No-Gi - which he had never seen, but he assumed these figures were them - were not ones to spend much time talking. They tended to act, and when they did, they were quick, and sure, and firm. Everybody knew that they were impossible to fight against. Their offers were generous, but nobody knew what they really got out of them. All they knew was that the offers were real, and that they never, ever failed to deliver on what was promised.

To be fair, he probably didn't need to be here. Monroe had been working at a pharmaceutical company down on the planet for the last six years, and while he was mostly an ethical person, he hadn't quite been able to keep his fingers out of the company product. None of the opioids or anything like that, of course. Just the...enhancers. Natural male enhancement was basically bullshit, of course, but there were things that the companies had that were almost as good, and sometimes they even did what they said they did.

Certainly, he hadn't been born with a 10-inch-dick. He'd had eight, and then the medicine had given him two more. If the T-No-Gi were going to give him even more, he wasn't going to turn that down.

The figures on either side of him were strange, though. They were taller than the average anthro from the planet, but they had similar features. Muzzles, tails, etc., and they still walked on two legs. He would have expected those that had been so much more advanced to be a little different, and more different than just having this black ooze that covered them from head to toe, or the silver pieces that sometimes showed through the ooze.

Well, an alien is an alien. At least now I can say I've seen one.

They led him through the empty, darkened halls of the lab to a steel and gold door. The gold symbol in the middle, something that looked like a single needle running diagonally through the door itself, pulled back like a lock. The steel halves split, revealing a lab that consisted of a long broken ring along an empty middle section. The middle part had a number of floating rings, ranging in size from something that might have fit around his pinkie to something that would fit around his head. He chuckled as he looked at it, letting them lead him forward.

"I'm guessing this is where you give me the big dick? What do I do? Just slide the cock-sized one on?"

The T-No-Gi looked at him with less expression and less instruction than his first manager did, which was impressive, considering that man had been drop-dead-drunk and high as a kite at the same time. He still wasn't convinced that his first supervisor hadn't been a zombie.

"Okay..."

He stepped forward, and since they didn't stop him, he assumed that was the right thing to do. Hesitating at the boundary between the metal floor and glowing green light, Monroe shrugged and stepped forward.

As soon as he stepped into the light, the fabric of his boots disintegrated. He stopped himself, but not before his leg was exposed to the light up to the knee. Denim, thread, metal buttons, plastic aglets, everything that the light touched that wasn't part of his body completely disappeared as if it had never been, leaving him barefoot and barelegged.

"What the hell?! You coulda told me to - GAH!"

His escorts shoved him from behind, sending him flying across the room with an insane burst of strength. He hit the floor and slid, the floor bouncing him up into the air as if it was a trampoline. His clothes disappeared faster than he could see, and when he stopped in the middle of the room, floating a few inches off the green floor, he was as naked as he could be.

The lizard was a two-toned blue figure, with light blue along his belly and a darker blue most everywhere else. He had yellow and black stripes along his shoulders, and his fingers were tinted yellow, as well. Between his legs? Well, that was the real star of the show. A cock that was already starting to rise, well-conditioned from his time on earth to give a good show any time that he had an audience. Stiff, ten inches of cock meat pointed right at the alien figures, and he grunted as he shook his head.

"Fine. Okay, okay, fine. I'm naked. Now what?"

The two figures looked at him for a moment, staring through eyes that didn't even seem to be there. They folded their arms behind their back, and then each stomped a foot.

Two things happened at the same time. First, their black ooze started to fade away, dripping off their frames. What was revealed was more of the silver, yes, but there was also a gold crest along the top of their heads, metal plates that ran from their foreheads down the back of their necks. They were like flexible panels, fitting together and forming shapes that could move. The more of the black stuff that disappeared, however, the more that they looked like wolves from down on the world below.

No, they looked exactly like the wolves from down below, just no longer living. Mechanized? No, roboticized.

His eyes went wide, and that was when he realized what the second thing that had happened was. The rings had started moving as soon as the mecha-wolves had stomped their feet, and they grabbed him from behind. Two held him by the wrists, and two more gripped his ankles. One each wrapped around his knees, forcing him to kneel as he couldn't bend his legs, and another wrapped around his neck, holding him still. They all projected some sort of force field that refused to allow any movement.

"What - what the hell is this?! You told me -"

" Upgrade In Progress."

The two robot wolves said the same words. The collar around his neck, the floating ring, suddenly clicked. Three needles were pointed right at his throat, and they all moved at once. They injected him at the same time, and he felt like there was something crawling into him, fighting against the flow of his bloodstream.

"Nnngh...mmmph...what _the...what the...hell... _"

His voice changed as he spoke, almost like it was going higher and lower at the same time, modulating in an artificial way. He gritted his teeth even as the squirming, wriggling feeling continued through his veins, running up into his head and down into his chest. His arms were held out to his side by the rings, and he twisted his head sideways, watching as -

Chunk, chunk, chunk.

It was like the sound of metal clicking together, loudly, harshly, but more than that, he could feel it. He stared as the dark blue scales on his shoulder started to form plates, the scales linking together, their separating lines changing. They shifted color, losing some of their vibrancy but gaining a strange sheen before -

Chunk, chunk, chunk.

Another layer, another new set of metal rather than scales. His eyes widened further and further as he saw and felt the difference, no longer flexible, linked scales, but rather lines of metal that were layered over each other, pieces that were smoother, harder, firmer than his scales. He could feel the pressure of them, but no pain, and he knew he should have felt pain.

As the metal spread, so too did the feeling of other changes. Even as the different layers of colored metal formed on his chest, he felt the sensation of his veins altering, opening, changing. Something inside of him was warping, new cords, new things that delivered blood to different parts of his body, and even that was shifting. It felt thicker, then thinner, then something else entirely. Would he have oil inside? Or would they be more like vacuum tubes that delivered charges from one part of him to another?

His eyes closed, and he swore that there was something moving, something shifting behind the orbs. They felt like they were collapsing, like something was being sucked out of them from the inside, only to be filled in again, this time with something different. He dared not open his eyes, not when he had no idea what they'd see, or if he'd even be able to see.

And then, those squirming, messy feelings that he'd been getting in his veins and through his torso moved down to his crotch.

Oh no, oh no...

Monroe opened his eyes, and when he did, he saw the world differently. It was like a HUD combined with ten different scanners running at once. The sheer information overload almost knocked him out right then and there, but the universal male attraction to one's own genitals carried him through it. He looked down.

Whether through luck or design, he managed to shift the visual filters to a familiar one. He stared as his cock started to change, as his shaft started to take on links, lines, rings. It was segmented, and then telescopic, he realized, watching and feeling it pulling in, then pushing out, then pulling in again, extending and retracting at will.

And it was getting bigger. Bit by bit, little by little. His balls had already hardened, becoming something like holding tanks under his transforming shaft. They, too, swelled and churned, and they did it loud enough that he could hear it.

Then, with the transformation still running strong, in the back of his mind, he heard it. A simple voice.

We always keep our promises, Breeder.

The End

Summary: Given an offer by the T-No-Gi, a lizard decides to take up the chance to get a bigger dick from alien tech.

Tags: M/solo, transformation, roboticization, bondage, roboticizing, cock growth, mechanical bits, alien, lab, science, body horror, sci-fi,