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Eros Café #45

Keep it together. Please, car. Don’t fall apart before we get into the City, Roy begged in his head as he blasted through the barren badlands in a car that he’d just barely scraped together enough credits for. Outside, the wind was howling, rattling the loose paneling on his car.

It wasn’t advisable to try to drive through the badlands alone. There were sandstorms, bandits, and no gas stations this far out. But it was the only way to get to the city, and that was where the future was. The little town that Roy was from had nothing left for him, nor for anyone else, slowly being swallowed by the desert as people moved away, if they could afford to, or died if they couldn’t, leaving nobody to operate the water mains or the plows that kept the sand from covering every road in town.

Not willing to waste away like that, employed only part time at the local gas station – the only business that remained, in fact – Roy had decided to take fate into his own hands. He had saved up what he could and bought the junker that’d take him to the City. The City, so named because it was the only one within thousands of miles. That place, the young feline reasoned, was where hope lived on.

They called the City a megalopolis. A mega-city, home to so many people that it was impossible to even imagine all of them. It was a place ruled by megacorporations, all just about as enormous as the City itself, who had long since taken the place of the government. Nowadays, governments – like they had been in the old days, and as Roy knew from reading old books – only persisted in small settlements without economic value. Everything else had been bought up the corps. It turned out that when a corporate entity had effectively endless money, everyone sold out or died under tragic circumstances.

Roy shook his head. It wasn’t ideal. But at least he’d be able to get a job! He’d be able to work his way up the ladder of whatever corporation he chose, and he’d be able to improve himself. Maybe he’d get a pair of cybernetic arms for his hobbies. Maybe he’d improve his eyes so he didn’t have to wear glasses anymore. And he’d have a home that wasn’t falling apart! Sure, maybe it’d be an apartment on floor 57 of residential building 26, anonymous among the masses, but it’d be his space instead of the ruined hovel that he’d inherited from his parents.

He was full of hope and determination, and he had to be, because the temperature gauge on the car was slowly climbing to distinctly unsafe levels. The filters were getting clogged by sand and dust, no doubt, but he couldn’t stop to fix it in the whipping storm, and if he stopped at all, chances were that he’d have to walk the rest of the way. That wasn’t going to happen, and so all those hopes and dreams rested on his car not giving up before he passed the city limits.

Roy glanced at himself in the rear-view mirror. His eyes, though young, looked ten years older today, heavy with worry. With only one road to follow and no traffic – he might end up being the very last person ever to drive this way – he let himself be distracted by more pleasant thoughts, namely what kind of career he’d have in the City. The possibilities were endless, but he knew that he wanted to work with people. That was what his mother had always told him, that he was good with people, and that everyone liked being around him.

Maybe he’d be a waiter. It’d be stressful, but better than slowly dying out there in the middle of nowhere. Everyone would know him, even ask for him by name, and he’d make enough tips to get all the upgrades he wanted. In his mind, he was already cuddled up in thick, luxurious blankets in his new apartment by the time he saw something other than sand on the horizon.

A gate in an enormous wall, as tall as an apartment building. His car sputtered but didn’t give up yet. That was the gateway to the City! He was going to make it. Slowing down, Roy pulled up under the gate and waited. Then, he waited some more. Long gone were the days that people would regularly arrive in the City this way, and so, the gate wasn’t normally staffed anymore. But there were guards, and soon enough – with Roy and his car thankfully shielded from the sandstorm – one arrived, grumpy, looking like he hadn’t slept for a week and visibly frustrated that he actually had to work for once.

The window on the gate-booth swung upon. Roy rolled his window down in turn.

“Yes?” the guard asked, in a growl that only a very tried and grumpy man could muster.

“Yes, hi. I’d like to pass into the City. I’m trying to find a job, and…” Roy replied, cheerfully, before toning it down a little, given that the guard was clearly not in the mood for celebratory nonsense.

“Great. You the last of your hometown or whatever? I swear, it’s been a year since anyone came through here,” the guard sighed, before handing the cat a small tablet with a document already open. “Sign that, scan your fingerprints with the camera, and I’ll let you through. And if you don’t have a job within a week, you’re getting kicked out again. Guard positions are pretty full already so don’t bother trying here.”

“No, I was thinking of being like… a server? Waiter?” Roy replied, before turning his attention to the documents. They were what he expected; don’t get into trouble, find a job within a week, nothing terribly important. He signed the digital document and dutifully scanned his thumb on the sensor.

“Right. I hear Eros is always hiring. They run most of the restaurants and uh, you know, more intimate establishments in town,” the guard replied. “Okay. Looks like your documents are all in order, just about. I hope I never see you again.”

While it sounded dismissive, if the guard did see Roy again, it’d be because he had gotten kicked out and effectively left to die, so in a way, it was a thoughtful sentiment.

The gate opened and Roy drove into the city proper. Inside the city limits, the effects of the sandstorm were suppressed – at least to a degree – by some technology that the cat couldn’t even begin to understand, and the moment he passed the walls it was like a whole new world; before him, skyscrapers towered almost as high as his eyes could see, each clad in advertisements of every possible kind, most in faux-neon stylings.

Where would he even begin? The City was enormous. Overwhelming in its sheer size. Roy knew that he first had to find a job, and then a place to live – he had a little bit of credits saved up for perhaps a month’s rent – but finding either one… well, it would be like finding a needle in a haystack. The guard had mentioned “Eros” which was at least a lead, even if it perhaps wouldn’t be the perfect one. Maybe it was a good starting point.

Roy pulled into a parking lot next to a tram stop, and that was where his car finally gave up the ghost. He hadn’t really expected it to last, nor did he have any attachment to it, having only bought it days before, so he wasn’t terribly upset about it.

As he stepped out with his backpack, filled with all the things that he’d considered worthy of bringing with him, a truck was already approaching. A tow truck. It pulled up next to him and an older-looking man stepped out, tapped a visor that covered his eyes, and focused his attention on Roy’s car.

“Mm. Old. Broken, scrap value… a few hundred credits. Engine potentially salvageable, maybe certain appeal to functionalists,” he stated, and Roy wasn’t sure if he was talking to him or to himself. “Profit margin… mm, twenty percent, according to analysis AI.”

He turned to face Roy. “We’ll buy your car for two hundred credits,” he offered.

“Wait, what- do you like, approach every car to buy them, or- what’s going?” Roy asked, furrowing his brow.

“Newcomers, yes. It’s a profitable business model. You hardly need a car in this city, and yours isn’t any kind of status symbol that you’d want to keep. You only bought it to get here, am I right?” the man asked, with the kind of fluency that suggested that he indeed did do this with every newcomer to the City. “So how about it? A few credits to your name, and you don’t need to worry about this hunk of junk no more.”

Roy took a deep breath. He had been planning to live in the City from now on, which did mean that he didn’t need a car. And his car was, as much as it hurt to admit, a hunk of junk that had barely gotten him here. There was, perhaps, a twinge of regret at letting it go so cheaply, but the alternative was that it’d undoubtedly get vandalized or stolen when he wasn’t here to keep an eye on it. That, and he had no idea how to get all the sand out.

“Fine,” he replied.

“Great choice,” the tow-truck man replied, tapping his visor again, and the tow truck moved on its own, the automated systems already fixed on Roy’s former car. “Should I send the credits to… oh, right, I doubt you have a bank account.”

Roy held up his “wallet”. It was the size of a credit card and contained every credit he owned; he made a mental note to sign up for an account later if his future workplace didn’t arrange it for him. The buyer looked at it, tapped his visor one last time, and transferred the credits Roy was owed.

“Good luck in the City, kid,” he said. “Piece of advice: mind your own business. Try to play into that androgyny thing you’ve got going on, maybe. You’ll be fine, as long as you steer clear of the real heavily chromed people.”

With that, he turned to the car again, already halfway up the tow-truck’s back. Roy, in turn, turned towards the tram station – or a subway, maybe? He wasn’t sure what it was. For all he knew it could’ve been a monorail – where a train was already pulling up. He climbed the stairs, got in, and headed off on the final stretch towards his new life.

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A few days later, he had settled in, if only barely. Roy had a one-month lease on a little apartment in a less than perfect neighborhood. It was cramped, his bed wasn’t very comfortable, and there was almost no natural lighting, owing to only having one small window that faced an alleyway. But it was home, and it was, at least, clean.

He had also approached Eros; it turned out that the corporation had three specialties. Food, alcohol, and sex. The latter, an interviewer had told him, was optional but highly recommended for waiters and other staff, being that it resulted in much higher pay via tips.

Roy wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that, but he had agreed, being that he needed a job. Even if it was only temporary. Then those feelings had been multiplied when he had signed the contract, and they’d given him a distinctly feminine-looking uniform. And then again when they told him that they’d pay for any upgrades he got, if they served to make him more “attractive” to the customers, whatever that meant.

Either way, by the time he woke up, ready for his first shift at Eros Café #45 on the edge of the downtown area – right between the business and nightlife districts – Roy was determined to make it work one way or another. He put on the uniform and checked himself in the mirror, which thankfully had been included with the apartment, and to his surprise, he liked what he saw. He was slender enough that he could almost be mistaken for a girl, and the uniform enhanced all that, de-emphasizing his shoulders and in turn making his hips look wider, and the chest seemed just padded enough to give the illusion of barely-there A-cup breasts.

He really had no interest in deceiving anyone at Eros, but it seemed like that was the whole idea. Roy could only hope the patrons were actually aware of that.

Another tram ride later, he was there again. Last time he had visited, it’d been daytime and the restaurant was basically empty. This time, it was early in the night – Roy was ever so slightly dizzy from turning his day around, but he’d manage – and the place was bustling. He stepped inside, welcomed by music that was somewhat too loud to be comfortable. Just loud enough, he surmised, to hide the sounds of any moaning. And there was moaning; the entire scene that greeted him was like a more erotic depiction of sinners writhing in Dante’s Inferno. Though many sat in their booths simply eating, others had waitresses attending to them, including lap dances and, well, Roy didn’t let his gaze linger for too long, but he was fairly sure one was getting his cock sucked.

That wasn’t the worst of it. Or the best of it, depending on one’s view of how the world should be. Just about every staff member he saw was very feminine, and some barely looked human at all. He saw people who had modified themselves enough to look like foxes, leopards, even a deer with small antlers on top of her head – which didn’t really make much sense for a visibly female deer, given her enormous breasts – but Roy wasn’t about to question it. It was kind of an exotic concept, even if it seemed to be used purely to sate the patrons’ lusts.

He walked through it all and into the backroom to meet his boss. She turned out to be a rather chirpy and personable woman in what looked to be her later thirties, but Roy couldn’t tell if her happy attitude was a front or her real personality. Either way, she gave Roy his tasks for the night. Serve food and drinks, and if a customer were to ask for it, he also had the option to provide them with some relief.

“But they mostly go after the really feminine and modded staff, so you probably don’t have anything to worry about, there,” she shrugged. “It just means they’ll probably get more tips than you. But do remember, here at Eros we want all of our employees to be their best selves, so if you’re interested or need more money, we’ll pay for any modifications towards such ends.”

Roy thanked her for the information and went to work. Though constantly attending tables to take their orders and then serve their food certainly was a little stressful, he didn’t really get bothered for anything more. Unlike his coworkers, that is, because every now and then some of them would have their asses or breasts grabbed. They just let it happen, much to the delight of the customers, and got tips in return. Roy didn’t get any, and his frustration grew a little every time he saw someone pull out their credit chips in exchange for a quick grope under a waitress’ skirt or shirt, and sometimes more.

On his first break, one of the others, a vixen – that is, a human who had been extensively biomodified to look like an anthropomorphic, female fox – pulled him aside. She was dressed in even skimpier version of the uniform that left her ass almost completely bare, perhaps both to add the patrons’ viewing pleasure, and to leave more room for her bushy tail.

“So, what kind of modifications are you going to get?” she asked with curious tone, evidently excited to see a newcomer.

“Um. I’m not totally sure if I’ll get anything,” he replied. “I’m probably fine like this.”

“Oh, come on. They’ll pay for it, and you make way more in tips. I’ve gotten several hundred already!” the vixen beamed, introducing herself as Alyssa. “Totally worth it.”

Roy raised an eyebrow. “What do they tip you for, exactly?”

“Well, this and that. I got about fifty by letting a guy slide a finger into me. A few hundred from sitting in some rich corpo’s lap for a bit... and um, a little more for letting him… you know, the usual!” she continued. “But it’s just the way it is. They’re horny and happy to pay to indulge.”

“Isn’t it degrading?” Roy asked.

“Well, a little. But you get used to it. It’s kinda fun, really,” Alyssa replied. “I mean, in the end, everyone’s selling their bodies. Either to lift boxes, sit by a computer, or let someone else enjoy it.”

She did, perhaps, have a point. Was there really a significant difference between selling your body for sex and selling it for heavy labor? At least sex brought people pleasure and a temporary reprieve from stress and anxiety. Roy had never really thought of it like that, but the idea seemed sound. That, and there was a kind of vibe at Eros. The kind of vibe that suggested that it was okay to just indulge in hedonism without much care about the world outside its dimly lit rooms. It was probably what drew all the customers there, too.

Not that Roy didn’t feel a little strange about it, still, having grown up far from this kind of world, somewhere far more traditional and even old-timey, where the only modifications anyone got were to simply improve the capabilities of their bodies, rather than for aesthetics, especially not aesthetics as strange and exotic as what he was seeing here. Like the vixen’s rather large breasts. Roy wondered if she had started off as a woman, but in the end, decided it best not to ask. After all, the City was a place where you could be anything if you had enough money. Or, it seemed, a corporate sponsor interested in making you as attractive as possible.

Most of the night went by without Roy getting any attention beyond his normal duties of delivering food and drinks. To his surprise, though, while he had expected to feel relief at not having to get groped or even pleasure patrons, he felt more jealousy than anything. At one point, he walked in on Alyssa bouncing on a wolf-looking man’s lap, moaning happily as he used her, or perhaps the other way around; either way, the look of sheer ecstasy in her eyes as she rode that knotted cock was breathtaking. It again made Roy wish that, surprisingly, he'd get treated the same. Or at least groped. Maybe it was just the eroticism of the situation getting him, he thought, but it seemed incredibly hot to be so attractive that people just couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. That even just seeing him would get them hard; a primal, carnal reaction that he, himself, had to fight as he listened to Alyssa moan in the background as he served his next batch of customers.

Maybe he should get some sort of modification, Roy thought. They were free, anyway, and he wasn’t particularly attached to his current body. It had always just been what he happened to be born with, and thinking about it, he figured he’d probably feel just fine if he had tits. Or a bigger ass. Or he could do a little more than that, and get a tail on top of that. He had always wanted a tail, and there wasn’t much question about which type of tail, because as it happened, Roy loved leopards.

As he was lost in thought, operating mostly on pure reflex, he suddenly felt someone actually grab his ass.

“Hey, new guy,” a young man with brown hair spoke. “How about you style yourself up a bit?”

“Well, I might,” Roy offered. The man’s hand was still on his ass. “I haven’t totally decided yet.”

“How about this? I’ll give you a big tip if you promise you’ll look like a good girl for me tomorrow,” he laughed. His outfit – a suit, no doubt tailored – suggested that he actually had a wallet to match his mouth. “You don’t have to, but I’ve always liked the vibe better when everyone around me has tits. So you kinda do.”

“…how big a tip do you mean?” Roy asked.

“Tsk. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, and all that. Promise you’ll do it?” he asked.

“As long as it’s not just ten credits or something,” Roy suggested. After all, while he was planning on doing it anyway, he didn’t want to remove his choice in the matter.

The man burst into laughter. He had a rather attractive smile, no doubt also modified, just like most things in this city seemed to be. The utterly perfect teeth certainly suggested as much.

“Oh no, it’s not gonna be ten credits,” he grinned. “Just make sure you get at least B-cups for me.”

He brought out his credit chip. It looked like it was plated with solid gold. Or cast entirely in solid gold. And being that a person never kept all their credits on a single chip, it wasn’t the only one he had.

And then he handed the entire chip to Roy, whose eyes went wide. Just the chip alone had to be worth thousands, and he had no idea how much credit was actually on it. But that practically sealed the deal; he had to get upgrades now.

Roy thanked the nameless man profusely, and he didn’t ask about his name. Whoever he was – likely a higher-up in one of the many corporations of the City – didn’t matter in this place, where everyone was reduced to simple, primal urges, from eating to rutting, to simply gazing at erotic beauty. That, and knowing who he was, could be a risk; it was better not to know, Roy figured, so that he knew nothing if someone else asked.

After finishing his shift, instead of going home, Roy went straight to the clinic that both his nameless benefactor and his boss had recommended. It was a place simply named The Beauty Clinic, being that the City’s inhabitants seemed to have a penchant for neutral, descriptive titles. As he stepped through the front doors, he felt a little nervous. The place looked like a hospital, which wasn’t surprising, but he had never been in a hospital before, at least not that he could remember. There was such a striking contrast between the stark, sterile interior and the general grime and grit of the city outside. The illusion was only broken by the nurse – at least, Roy thought she was a nurse – manning the front desk, who looked anything but sterile. She had chosen the form of a lioness, and just like the staff at Eros, she was so voluptuous that it was hard not to stare, with the kind of perfect breasts straining against her uniform that made both men and women drool.

“Hello. I would like, um…” Roy began, only to trail off. “To look a little more… feminine? I work for Eros, and they said that they’d pay for it.”

“Eros, eh? Sounds about right. We’ll have to verify your identity, but they do indeed pay for any worker biomods. Provided that they’re ones that’ll make you more ‘animal’, ‘feminine’, and ‘usable’, that is,” the lioness stated, matter-of-factly. “Looking at you, I don’t think we’ll have to do any major surgery.”

“W-what do you mean?” Roy asked, blushing.

“Well, we’re starting off pretty androgynous. So, we’ll just give you tits, a bigger ass, wider hips. Maybe cat eyes to start with, you seem like the type,” the lioness explained, with an almost predatory grin. “Later on, you’ll have more options. Could get cat-patterned synthskin. Interchangeable genitals. Handlebars.”

“Um, I’ll just, uh, probably stick with the basics. Just a bit of a chest and, all that stuff you said at first,” Roy suggested bashfully. “Maybe the cat eyes too.”

“Right? They’re a great choice, makes for a striking first impression. All those Eros patrons seem to love catgirls, regardless of what’s between their legs,” the receptionist smiled back. “Just sign here, and here, and here…”

Another long session of signing documents that Roy couldn’t possibly have the time or brainpower enough to read followed. Roy was a little nervous that he was signing something away, potentially his free will, but the company seemed to be reputable enough that he trusted them. At least, he trusted them a little bit, as much as anyone could be trusted in this City. Not that his experience had been bad so far, but it seemed like profit was the overriding motivation of almost everyone here.

Not Roy, though. While money was nice, he was happy to just live somewhere that wasn’t a dust-choked small town with nothing in it except for a slowly declining gas station.

The nurse-clerk got up once all the paperwork was signed and beckoned for Roy to follow her into the inner rooms. It was surprisingly busy despite the reception being deserted; the Clinic seemed to be split into a dozen or so modification/surgery rooms, and all but one of them had a red light above them, which the lioness explained meant that they were currently occupied. He was guided into the free one, where he was met by a largely uninterested and unimpressed doctor with mechanical arms that Roy could only assume were for added precision.

“General feminization for this one, one extra: cat eyes,” the nurse stated.

“Acknowledged. Lay down on the operating table, please,” the doctor replied. Neither his appearance nor his voice had anything to distinguish him from anyone else; he was, for all intents and purposes, perfectly average. A pale-skinned man in his mid-thirties, with only the mechanical arms to make him stand out in a crowd. Perhaps it was an intentional statement to contrast with how he made others stand out.

Roy didn’t ask. Instead, he obliged, laying down on the table, and just as he was about to ask what was about to happen next, he felt a sharp sting in his ass. An autoinjector. Of course. He didn’t have time to think about it before he was already feeling woozy, the world fading away, and taking his old body with it.

Roy woke up, groggy, in a separate recovery room next to many others whose modifications had been completed. At first, he didn’t really remember where or when he was, much less why he’d had surgery – an accident, maybe – but in a few minutes, his memories started to return, and though nobody else was awake to witness it, he blushed again, remembering what he’d done. Oddly, his eyes weren’t covered; he supposed the surgery was advanced enough that it wasn’t needed, but he didn’t dare open them yet.

Slowly, with a little bit of silent trepidation, he moved his sluggish arms to explore what had been done to his body. First, they reached his chest, where he found a generous but not oversized pair of breasts, soft and perfectly natural to the touch. He shuddered at the feeling. Like he had predicted, it didn’t really feel wrong, but it certainly felt different, and for a few moments, Roy was struck by an almost reverent mood as he caressed his new breasts. They’d be sure to catch someone’s eye. Maybe everyone’s. On occasion he had wondered how women felt about having such an erotically charged part of themselves front and center, more or less always on display, and now he was about to find out when he returned to work.

But then, his hands slipped lower. Every inch of skin felt softer to the touch, as if the doctors had somehow changed his dominant hormones and made them take immediate effect. His hips were wider, too; a sensual, flared curve where they’d previously been narrow and masculine. They were sensitive, too. Really, every part of his body was, but when his hands wandered to his inner thighs, he nearly choked at how good it felt, with little tingles suffusing through his entire being. That would take some time to get used to. It was as if they’d made him hypersensitive to touch, which, when Roy thought about it, made perfect sense for an Eros employee.

It'd also mean he’d be much easier to seduce, with a few touches in the right places making him completely melt, but maybe that was alright. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t just say no, if it came to that. Nobody was forced to pleasure the patrons, or so his boss claimed.

Roy lay there for a few more minutes, letting his mind settle. There didn’t seem to be any difference in his thinking, at least. No immediate need to please and serve, so they probably hadn’t snuck in anything unwanted into his head, which was a relief. He was still himself, just with a few more curves on his body. Enough of them to pass as female, if he wanted to, and the instant that Roy thought about it, he realized that he did want to. His cock even stirred at the thought. But this wasn’t the time or place for it, and getting visibly excited here would only result in embarrassment. What it was time for was to get up, assuming that he had been appropriately patched up after whatever surgery they’d performed.

Slowly, still with his eyes closed, Roy sat up in his bed. There was no pain, just a slight, strange feeling; the weight of his new breasts making him feel a little unbalanced for a few seconds before he adjusted. The room was, as he realized when he forced his eyes open, dimly lit, but to him, it looked bright as day with his new eyes, designed to see much better in the dark.

A camera had picked up his movement, and a nurse soon showed up. After making sure there was no pain, he was handed back his uniform and quickly led out to give more space to everyone else who wanted or needed to have their body upgraded. Thankfully, there were none of the lasting effects of more traditional and primitive surgeries, and Roy easily made it home, though not without being incredibly self-conscious about how his new breasts bounced with each step. He didn’t dare look if anyone was staring; all that courage, he needed to bottle up and save for tonight.

Though Roy didn’t feel off at all, he fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow after he arrived home, and as much as he’d have loved to dream about tonight, no dreams came, only a relaxing nothingness.

That night, as he got dressed for work, was when he realized just how prominent his new tits were, trying to squeeze them into the uniform. The front was, as expected, rather stretchy to both accommodate them and keep them on display, and though he was tempted to wear a bra, it felt like it’d go against the whole spirit of it; if his nipples stiffened while working, he suspected that the patrons wanted to see it.

“Oh hey, you sure got on board with the tits gang quickly,” Alyssa greeted him when he arrived. “Looking pretty girly. I think most everyone else needed a few days to decide, at least. Didya keep the dick?”

“Um, well, for now I did,” he replied, taken aback once again by how forward Alyssa could be. Then again, he figured that working at Eros quickly eroded any inhibitions you had. It had to, or nobody would last long in this kind of environment. “Maybe I’ll switch to something else later on.”

“Yep! You should. Having a nice warm pussy really helps squeeze those tips out,” Alyssa giggled. “Even if it’s interchangeable. Isn’t it amazing how back in the day, people were happy with just one set? Guess it shows commitment, tho.”

Roy shrugged. “I guess, but I’d imagine some of the patrons want you with a cock instead.”

“True, that’s why I have one too. It’s just in storage. I prefer a pussy, usually. Easier to use, you know,” Alyssa smiled back. “Even if there’s more cleaning required.”

With that, work started again. In just a few minutes, Roy was back to serving customers while the music drowned almost everything else out. In a few more minutes, Alyssa was already sitting in someone’s lap.

It reminded Roy that he had never actually checked how many credits were on that golden chip he got. He didn’t see the man who had given it to him anywhere, either. He’d probably show up to see how his “investment” had gone, but for now, it was just Roy alone in the middle of a sea of strangers. Strangers that seemed to be paying much more attention to him this time than last.

“Hey, girl! Let’s see those tits,” someone called out, and it took Roy a moment to realize that they meant him. Immediately, he blushed as his heartbeat quickened.

“Mine?” he asked, just to make sure. There was something rather enticing about being desired like that, even if just for the most casual of looks.

“Yeah, yours, come over here,” the man shouted over the music, and Roy found himself approaching a table of half-drunk men. One of them looked like a bull, the rest had stayed human, just a more idealized version of what they had been already.

One of them leaned over as Roy approached. “Haven’t seen you here before. Don’t think so, anyway. New girl?”

“Um, yes,” Roy replied, for some reason keeping his pitch high to try to pass as a girl. Not that he wasn’t halfway there physically already. “I just started… yesterday.”

His voice wasn’t entirely convincing, but the music did wonders at hammering out any distinctively masculine tones out of it. They could barely hear each other, much less any subtle details.

“Yeah? Well, I have this rule, I’m gonna squeeze the tits of every new Eros girl,” the man laughed.

Roy decided to act coy. “Only if you order something. With a good tip, too.”

“Pff, driving a hard bargain, are we? How many men have groped you already?” the patron asked, though he was already pulling out his credit chip.

Roy thought about if he should reveal the truth for a moment. “You’d actually be the first. Since the… enhancement, I mean,” he smiled, speaking in the girliest voice he could muster.

“Guess I gotta pay up then,” he laughed, and the others at the table joined him in chuckling, drunk laughter. “Though my friends are gonna pay too. Fuckers said I’d never catch a first timer, so we made a bet. Ain’t no big deal though. Now pull that top down,” he commanded, and then tapped his chip, sending both the payment for his order of beer and a generous tip.

Roy swallowed hard. The scene he had found himself in turned him on, but he was nervous regardless. A little hesitant. Bit he obediently dug his fingers into the rather elastic chest-covering part of his uniform and slowly pulled it over his tits, which felt downright enormous now that someone else was about to feast his eyes on them.

They popped out, both at once, and the elastic band got – by design, it seemed – wedged under them to keep them pushed up. The guests cheered, and the one who’d paid suddenly had his smooth, warm hand on one of Roy’s breasts. He squeezed, and Roy squeaked at the sensation.

“Mm. Man, I love a pair of fresh new tits. Ah, I’d make you blow me, but I don’t want to stress you newbies out too much. Unless you really want to,” he said, in a hopeful tone, as his fingers kneaded first one, and then two handfuls of soft breast-meat, as if sampling what the new staff member had to offer.

Roy didn’t want to moan, but he almost did anyway. Suck his cock? Wasn’t that way too far on what was only his second day here? Still, for some godforsaken reason, Roy kind of wanted to do it. A quick glance around showed Alyssa serving her next group with cum visibly oozing out of the pussy she hadn’t even bothered to cover after riding someone to a sticky climax, and someone else – Roy didn’t know all their names yet – had her face in a patron’s lap, bobbing not so inconspicuously.

“I… um, I might want to,” Roy stuttered. He felt so deliciously dirty saying that. But he needed the tips, and on top of that, the atmosphere of the place was really getting to him. It just felt perfectly normal to offer to suck someone’s cock, especially if they paid him.

If only the old you could see all this, he thought.

“Oh, well, that was easy. God, I love you Eros girls,” the man guffawed. Without any ceremony, he stood up and pulled down his pants, but to Roy’s surprise, there wasn’t a cock to be found; rather, he had a pussy, visibly wet and with a swollen and eager clit.

But that really wasn’t anything too strange, not after Roy got over the initial surprise. He didn’t bother asking if the man was perhaps transgender or simply preferred having a pussy for some personal reason or another. And so, with only the slightest trembling of his legs, Roy sank to his knees in front of him.

“You go, girl,” Alyssa yelled, and the present company laughed at it. Roy blushed a little as he leaned in closer. He had never eaten someone out before, but it wasn’t that difficult to figure out; pussy or not, its owner was still a man, and men were easy. He quivered, and so did Roy, as his tongue first brushed over that stiff clit, tasting his juices. The feeling was downright electrifying.

“Mind if I film this?” one of his friends asked.

“Mm, go for it. Always okay to film here,” the man with the pussy replied. “Now get that tongue in there.”

Film it? Wasn’t that a little too much? They’d probably share the video with everyone and then Roy’s face would be all over the internet. He’d run into people who’d recognize him as that catlike bitch eating a stranger’s cunt at Eros.

But then again, Alyssa was constantly filmed in much more explicit acts, and she didn’t seem to mind. People were constantly taking snapshots of her, and she acted like she was just a toy, utterly shameless about being known for what she did, or for even walking around entirely bottomless, proudly showing off just how cum-soaked her own pussy was. Nobody bothered her for it; if anything, they seemed to admire the commitment to being a total slut. They seemed to adore it, even.

Roy hesitated to want it, but in the end, he had to admit that he did. He closed his newly modified feline eyes and went to work even as the phones came out, catching his temporary lover’s clit between soft, pursed lips. He groaned in response, his hips twitching, and he immediately dug his fingers into Roy’s scalp to grind against his face.

Roy didn’t really know what he was doing, but it worked. While being filmed, he licked along those slick folds, kissed every inch that he could reach, and twirled his tongue around the stranger’s clit until he was moaning, quickly getting wet enough to soak Roy’s face. He tasted quite delicious, and while a less lust-drunk Roy might’ve wondered if that was another modification, he banished the thought and kept licking, getting rather into it.

And all of it would be recorded for just about forever, available for anyone to watch, so that they’d know he was another slutty staff member at Eros, one who they could easily get their rocks off with. It made his chest swell with a perverted kind of pride as he felt his patron clench around his tongue wetly, grinding and rocking.

“Wow, he’s that good?” one of his friends laughed. “Or are you just that easy to get off with a new tongue on your cunt?”

“S-shut it, it’s just been a while,” he groaned.

It didn’t take long, so it really must have been a while for him. The moment Roy began to properly suck on his clit, he groaned, tensed up, and then came. One second, his pussy clenched, and the next, Roy’s mouth was awash in his juices. He kept grunting and groaning in what seemed to be pure ecstasy, rocking against Roy’s tongue and soaking both his tongue and face with each orgasmic, milking contraction of his soaked cunt.

Every moment of it was being recorded, too. Roy knew that, and yet every time he thought about it, his cock got a little harder until he was close to cumming, himself. He didn’t quite get there, but it certainly felt like he would.

Eventually, the man slumped back in his seat, panting heavily.

“Good girl,” he huffed. “Kinda needed that.”

There was the sweet chime of credits being transferred. And then he and his friends actually made an order for food as Roy slowly got up, giving his pussy one last kiss on the way up before bringing out a tissue to wipe his face.

“No, no. Leave your face like that. It’s hot,” Alyssa, who had appeared right next to him, exclaimed. “Most everyone likes it when you can see how much we’ve been used. That’s why I never wash out the creampies either.”

She pulled her skirt up to show off. Roy hadn’t even realized that someone had already pumped their load into the vixen, but seeing it leak out of her relaxed snatch, rich and white, made him feel dizzy with desire.

“She’s right,” the man who Roy had just brought to orgasm replied. “Now, if you’d bring us that food.”

Sure enough, it was back to regular work after that, as Roy made his way to the kitchen to pick up food that had just been prepared. Sex was the norm here, as casual as it could ever be. As if it was perfectly normal to suddenly drop to your knees and suck someone’s cock if they asked for it, or even bend over and let them use you.

Roy spent the rest of the night in a haze, half absorbed in his own thoughts again. It’d be so easy to do more. He’d just have to visit the clinic again, and then he could be like Alyssa – her cum-drenched pussy was getting pounded by a group of three horses – who was quickly becoming a kind of perverted role model for Roy. Seeing everything that she did, especially the way she didn’t even question the patrons when they wanted to fuck her, assuming that they at least placed an order while doing so, was just so incredibly hot for Roy, for reasons that he didn’t fully understand.

And so, seeking to emulate her salacious personality, Roy did the same. He couldn’t really get fucked as easily – yet – but when a wolf asked him to suck his cock, he did so, and didn’t stop before he had filled his mouth with a load of creamy cum that tasted surprisingly good. What he didn’t manage to swallow ended up dripping down his face, and he didn’t clean that up, either. That only got him more attention, marking him in a rather perverted way, and really, it was too much to bear. The way that everyone suddenly wanted to use his mouth, or grope his tits. One patron requested to cum on his tits and that she leave them out for the rest of the night with his load plainly visible on them like pearlescent jewelry of a rather carnal kind, and he did so, though unlike for Alyssa, being exposed and stained like that was still enough to leave him blushing fiercely for the rest of the shift, especially when so many men and even a few women shamelessly groped him as he passed by, not even caring about the cum.

Roy felt drunk by the time the night was over. Sure, he was a little dirty here and there, but it was nothing that a scrub couldn’t fix, and besides, apparently that kind of dirtiness was meant to be worn as a badge of honor at Eros. But in the end, it was the sheer affection that got to him. Maybe that was the wrong word, he thought. The sheer lust of it. Being wanted like that. Being wanted so bad that the visitors would pay just to touch him, pay just to get off in his mouth. He wanted more of that, and he wanted more right away, until he was at least as popular as Alyssa. The fantasy of being pulled into someone’s lap and fucked like a pleasure-toy made him squirm.

Yeah. He definitely wanted more. It wasn’t a feeling he’d ever had before, but right now, he was riding that high; he wanted to be appreciated, adored, loved– and yes, most of all, he wanted to be desired. It was like a hunger that he’d never known he could feel, like a vampire tasting blood for the very first time.

And so, he found himself at the clinic again, only a few days later, seeking his next high of unconditional arousal and attention.

“Oh, it’s you again,” the lioness-clerk-nurse greeted him. “Ready to take another step or two?”

“I think so,” Roy replied, trying not to sound too excited.

“So, what’s it gonna be this time? Proper feline head like this?” she teased, tapping the side of her own head. “I guess you could get patterned skin and interchangeable genitals while you’re at it. Those are usually the popular picks for you Eros employees.”

Roy felt himself grow flush with excitement. He had been told that bodymodding was addictive, but not that the addiction was this intense. He wanted everything, but knew that he had to pace himself.

“I’ll take those. And um, if you could make my voice more feminine?” he suggested. “I think the patrons like it more if you just present fully female.”

“Oh, they do for sure. Mostly just because it’s rarer to get horny and fuckable girls, though,” the lioness laughed. “Okay, we’ll throw in the voice too. All on your employer’s credit, but I get the feeling they’re going to earn a lot from a model employee such as yourself. Just hope you know what you’re getting into.”

“W-what am I getting into?” Roy asked.

“Well, rumors spread pretty quickly in the City. So, if you go all in on pleasuring everyone, you’re gonna get more people to pleasure. And they’ll want to make videos. And have orgies. You know, hedonism doesn’t really have an end point when you think about it; there’s always a new, sexier high to chase,” she explained. “In short, expect that you’ll be recognized on the street, in every teenage boy’s bedroom, and that you’re probably going to be oozing cum your entire workday. Not that it’s a big deal with our easy-clean synthskin, granted.”

The lioness brandished a knowing, toothy smile that felt sharp just to look at. Then, watching the nervous expression on Roy’s face in turn, she continued.

“How’s that sound? I’m not judging, you could do a lot worse in this city. It has a tendency to drive everyone to extremes. You get a job as a bouncer, and you’ll end up covered in blood because your boss told you to get rid of the problem. And so on. Nothing ever stays simple here. Though it’s really hard ‘cause of everyone here being such a thrill seeker. You could just live a quiet life as a car mechanic, but the ones who do that don’t come to the City to do it. They stay in their quaint little towns.”

Roy hadn’t been expecting an entire lecture, but she certainly had a point. It was definitely true of him, really; before he arrived here, he hadn’t pursued anything like this. In just a week or so he had gone from quiet nobody to, well, someone who was terribly excited by the idea of making himself as hot and desirable as possible. And to then let everyone indulge in those desires with him. It was a change, and if one were to ascribe some amount of truth to old religious texts, it probably wasn’t a positive one. Certainly, it was sinful.

But Roy had never really been very religious, nor even spiritual. As much as he understood the point of moderation, there didn’t seem to be any reason to do so here, if one didn’t view sexuality as inherently negative somehow, and Roy certainly didn’t.

Snapping out of that philosophical haze, he addressed the lioness again. “Yeah, kinda seems to be how it goes,” he replied. “But I don’t think it’s necessarily bad.”

“Oh, no, it’s very much not bad. Imagine how much happier we’d be as a society if everyone was like yourself,” she chuckled. “We’d certainly be much less stressed. Anyway, time to sign some more papers. Don’t worry, we still got your consent from last time, so there’s less paperwork.”

She took some papers out of a drawer and placed them on the desk, but when she set them down, she seemed lost in thought for a moment.

“You know, I have a proposition for you,” she grinned when she spoke again. “If you intend to just become a pleasure-toy for everyone, how about you start with me?”

“What do you mean?” Roy asked, though his heartbeat quickened again as he immediately imagined what it might be.

“I mean you might as well let me fuck your body while you’re unconscious after the modifications,” the lioness beamed. It was a selfish request, certainly, but it wasn’t exactly unreasonable. “See if you like that kind of lifestyle before you fully commit to it.”

She paused for a moment, looking at Roy the way a predator sizes up prey.

“It might sound like I’m just wanting to get my dick wet, but frankly, if you’re not ready to agree on that, I don’t think you’re ready for this career,” the lioness added, this time with a serious expression. “Because if you do go there, you don’t really get to say no when people want to fuck you. I mean, technically you do, but it’ll be fewer tips, so it’s best if you learn what being a slut really feels like.”

Again, she had a point, as degrading as it was, and as much as it was also a self-serving, hopeful favor to ask for. And apparently, she had a cock – or maybe she had kept it since transitioning into a woman, which was nigh effortless these days – but Roy had learned to not bother guessing about what anyone had in their pants his second day on the job already. He could still taste that first, extremely horny man’s cunt on his lips and tongue.

“…fine,” Roy replied. “I guess you can do that.”

The nurse only smiled, handing over the documents for Roy to sign. By now, his heart was beating so fast that he could barely handle it. The excitement was overwhelming, and his cock was rock hard under his uniform as he walked into the same room where he’d gotten his first modifications. He didn’t even hear what the nurse told him with the nervous excitement that kept surging through him.

He’d need a new name, too, Roy thought as he laid down. Something more feminine and showier. Like how strippers and porn stars had their stage names. Maybe Felicia, since he was about to become an anthropomorphic cat.

Just as the needle sunk into his neck, it suddenly dawned on Roy that he hadn’t really specified all the changes he wanted, having gotten distracted by the nurse, and beyond the new head, pussy, and voice, he really had no idea what he had even signed.

But by then it was much too late to do anything about it; Roy’s world faded into quiet, black oblivion and took that brief worry with it.

Waking up now felt vastly different than it did a few days ago. The first time, it had been like almost nothing had fundamentally changed. This time, as Roy emerged from his slumber in the recovery room, he could feel that things would never be the same. For one, he could see a short, stubby, feline muzzle where there had once been a human nose. His body felt slick like latex, but just as sensitive – or more sensitive, even – than before. His breasts were bigger, and the strangest new detail was that his crotch felt empty. Roy didn’t quite dare touch himself down there, not right away; he took a few deep breaths and focused purely on the sensations, mentally exploring his new body.

It wasn’t that his crotch felt empty, on second consideration. It felt light, slick, and warm. It was obvious enough that he no longer had a cock, at least not one that was permanently attached, and in its place was a little slit that… felt like it was oozing. Oozing with cum. That was when Roy remembered that he had already consented to the nurse using him while he was out, and for some reason that realization sent an overwhelming wave of flushing arousal through him. He was full of cum, and it felt incredibly hot to know he had just been used like that without even being aware of it. And even more so, the fact that he had agreed to let it happen. He felt himself clenching, squeezing out another dribble of the nurse’s spent seed.

This was certainly going to be interesting. The lust was like a drug, and it hit him all at once, leaving his head spinning from the impact. He felt incredibly sexy, squeezing his legs together to feel that virile, warm deposit inside him smear over his thighs. His breasts were a rather eye-catching D-cup now, and when he tried to whisper a few words to himself, he sounded just like a woman. Like a seductress, like they had primed his voice to get even the most restrained man in the mood.

This time, Roy didn’t try to walk home. Instead, he ordered a cab so that he wouldn’t have to be so self-aware about the cum leaking down his legs. That, and it gave him some time to think. From now on, he’d be Felicia, not Roy. A sultry, rather lusty and eager leopard who – he shivered just thinking about it – would have so much more fun than Roy ever had.

She could barely sleep when she got home, too excited about tonight’s work, and worse yet, wet enough that she soon found herself trying to sleep in a puddle of her own juices. She didn’t want to masturbate, though; no, she wanted to be as horny as possible to earn those tips by doing the kind of thing only being desperately needy lowered her inhibitions enough for.

Eventually, it was finally time to get ready for work again. Felicia – she was determined to start the new night as her new self – got up and had a shower, admiring her new body in the mirror for a few minutes afterwards. Oh, she looked good, all the way from her heavy, perfectly shaped breasts to her feline face that looked so wonderfully exotic, or at least it would have in any environment that wasn’t Eros. And finally, her pussy. She could, if she wanted to, plug a cock into it thanks to her enhanced body, but today, Felicia wanted to just be a regular girl and see just how many of those horny patrons were actually brave enough to follow through on their flirting and lewd remarks.

This time, she didn’t wear any panties under the uniform skirt. Nor did she bother with a bra, despite her rather sizeable chest jiggling with each step. It was all part of working here, wasn’t it? Just being an erotic animal for the patrons to enjoy, fulfilling their every wish, whether it was about peeking under her skirt, or just fucking her, which she hoped at least one would want to do.

“Ooh, you’re looking great tonight,” Alyssa greeted her with her usual excitable attitude. “Perfect, really. Gonna let them go all the way this time? I think it’s easier than blowing them, really. Feels better for them and they do all the work.”

“Yeah, I probably will,” Felicia replied. “If they want it, anyway.”

“Oh, they will. Just pretend to be an easy, ditzy slut and let them film, they’ll want it,” Alyssa giggled. “Let ‘em put tally marks on your ass so we can compare at the end of the day, I need to know if I need more upgrades too.”

She looked at Felicia’s tits with no shame whatsoever.

“Then again, I think you’re becoming a ditzy slut for real. No shame in that though, it’s a fun way to be!” Alyssa added, with another bout of her melodic laughter framing her words. “What day isn’t better when you get to try ten cocks and cum like twenty times?”

The vixen wasn’t only successfully teasing Felicia and egging her on. The leopard’s nose picked it up easily; she was getting just as excited as Felicia was. Wet and ready.

This time, the girls went out together, immediately approaching the biggest group of patrons for their orders. They were a mixed bunch, with quite a bit of variation in age and even species, thanks to modifications, but all of them seemed excited to see Alyssa and Felicia.

Men were just predictable like that, Felicia reasoned, almost forgetting that she had started off as one, too. It just felt better to pretend that her boring past had only been a dream.

“Oh man, Eros has really stepped up their game recently,” a wolf laughed. Next to him, Felicia realized, sat the man who had given her the golden credit chip earlier. He didn’t seem to recognize her, which was what he’d asked for, in a way. Or maybe he had been too drunk. Or maybe he just didn’t care at all as long as every staff member was feminine and attractive, viewing them all as interchangeable toys for his own pleasure.

Then again, he wasn’t wrong. Her job here was being a toy, and it turned her on more than she’d really like to admit. Or maybe she did want to admit it; it made her feel so terribly sexy.

“Could use a beer and a fuck,” the wolf growled. “Mm, which one of you to pick, though.”

“Take all the time you need to decide,” Alyssa smiled, leaning over to give him a good look at her cleavage. “But you’ll probably pick me in the end.”

“Eh, everyone’s kinda fucked you already, your friend there is new,” the rich, brown-haired man from earlier chimed in. “Well, newish. Kinda depends on whether you like sloppy seconds.”

“Hey, nobody’s cum inside me yet… today,” Alyssa protested, feigning offense. “You can check if you’d like.”

The wolf pulled Alyssa into his lap with a playful growl. “You know, maybe the beer can wait,” he rumbled, tugging her skirt up to reveal a pussy just as wet as Felicia’s own.

“Well, in that case, I think it’s only fair if I pick you. What’s your name?” the brown-haired man asked Felicia, who dutifully replied with her new, chosen name. “Lovely. Come over here.”

Felicia approached. She wasn’t just wet, she was practically dripping at the idea of just whoring herself out like this, just for tips from the customers. Sure enough, when she got closer, he hooked his fingers under her skirt and pulled it up, baring her excited pussy for the entire establishment as well. It felt thrilling.

“Someone’s all excited, hm? I knew you were the type when I first laid eyes on you. Now… I think it’s time to put you to use,” he murmured, and then casually slid a finger into her. Felicia immediately clenched around him, though her sopping wet sex certainly offered no resistance as she was so crudely fingered in public. “You’re just dripping wet, you know.”

His voice was a low growl, almost as low as the wolf’s as he pried Felicia open while fishing his cock out with one hand. He was maybe eight inches long and thick, too, to the point Felicia couldn’t tell if he was naturally hung or had just gotten modified as well. But either way, his cock looked perfect; veiny, rock-hard, and with swollen purple glans that a rivulet of clear precum was already oozing from.

He was just as shameless as the employees, it seemed.

“I think we both know what you need,” he smirked, seeing how Felicia’s eyes were nearly involuntarily drawn to his cock. “So, let’s get to it. You girls all look so much prettier with creampies, anyway. Hop on and earn it.”

That was the moment when Felicia fully committed to it. Between getting fingered in plain sight of everyone – just like Alyssa, and the other staff members already engaged in more intimate acts – and her arousal flaring at seeing her benefactor’s cock throbbing hard and needy, something inside her just changed. It wasn’t quite like a switch being flipped, but more like a knob that had been gradually getting turned reaching the maximum setting.

She wanted to be a slut for all these sexy patrons.

And so, Felicia slowly climbed into his lap, letting his cock come to rest against her slippery folds. Again, the cameras were out instantly, with his whole company filming it from every possible angle. There was that feverish, wonderfully degenerate feeling again; the only reason she didn’t immediately impale herself on his beautiful length was that she wanted the moment to last long enough to savor; he felt so hard and warm against her brand new cunt – virgin bar for letting the nurse fuck her while she was unconscious – that it was really impossible for her to not quiver, feeling that tingling desire surge through her like electricity.

“Don’t stop now,” Alyssa moaned, right next to her. “Get that cock, girl.”

She was already positioning her wolf’s cock for penetration, nudging it against her entrance, but waiting just long enough for Felicia to do the same so that they could get fucked – and filmed while doing it – at the same time. The consideration felt almost sisterly, and so, Felicia eased herself up, wrapping her fingers around her stud’s cock and guiding it in.

Simultaneously, both vixen and leopard lowered themselves; Alyssa on a very lupine, animalistic cock, and Felicia on a more familiar human one. They moaned in unison as they were nearly instantly filled, neither soaked cunt offering any resistance whatsoever, eagerly swallowing up what was offered into their warm, deeply erotic embraces.

“Fuck me,” Felicia moaned. She hadn’t even said it intentionally. The words just came out without any conscious input, squeezed out by the sexual frenzy she found herself in. “Breed me.”

Did she even have a womb? Oh, she’d worry about that later. The raw, almost burning sensation of a cock buried deep inside her made it impossible to think about anything else, and so, Felicia began to move her hips in greedy, sensual gyrations. Her stud moaned, and Alyssa’s did the same. Soon they were both being bounced on those cocks.

“Fuckin’ love this place,” the wolf grunted. Felicia’s stud didn’t say anything, but from the twisted expression of pleasure on his face, he was certainly enjoying it. Not to mention the way his cock throbbed hard inside her.

She felt someone grab her hand and quickly found it pulled to another rock-hard cock. This one felt equine and enormous, and she stroked with equal greed to the cock she was riding. If she hadn’t been so high up, she’d have sucked it. She wanted to suck it so badly that her mouth was watering.

Had they really not installed some kind of chip in her head? Was this really all her? Oh, it didn’t matter. Each time her stud’s cock flexed, she felt downright divine, like some sort of goddess of lust, knowing that she was pleasing and being pleasured by this complete and utter stranger.

He didn’t last long. After just a few minutes, Felicia felt him throb heavily inside her, followed by several firm pumps of heat blossoming inside her, and though she didn’t immediately realize it, it didn’t take long to figure out that he was cumming inside. And she was letting him. Gods. It was almost indescribable how hellishly hot it made her feel, every inch of her synth-skin on fire and yearning to be touched.

“That’s… that’s better,” the stud grunted after he had spent himself. Felicia pulled off, only to immediately have the cock that she had been stroking poke demandingly at her thigh. Without as much as looking back at who it was, she bent over, wanting and needing more. In an instant, that cock and it’s blunt, flared tip was pressing into her, and she moaned encouragingly as it spread her wide, her previous lover’s cum still dribbling down her slick thighs.

If this wasn’t heaven, it was close, and closer yet when that previous lover stood up and presented his cock for her to clean with her mouth. Obediently, Felicia opened wide, scooping up the strand of cum still dangling from his softening shaft, tasting both her own juices – like honey, perfectly engineered to be so tasty as to almost be addictive – and his seed, moaning shamelessly around it as her next partner began to properly fuck her. They didn’t have anything but their cum to mark her with, but that was fine; she’d show her accomplishments by how messy her legs were by the end of the night.

This time, she did cum. It only took a few thrusts before her entire body suddenly seized with glowing ecstasy totally unlike anything she had felt as a man. It washed over her in glorious waves, and she felt those unfamiliar inner muscles spasm around the horse’s cock repeatedly, each surge of pleasure so intense as to nearly blank out her mind. She felt messy, desired, and beautiful, scarcely able to believe that this was really her now, this utterly shameless and horny slut already on her second cock of the day and closing in on her second creampie as well, within only minutes of starting work.

Her breasts squashed against the table as she nearly went limp, struggling to keep upright at all while the horse pounded her. Oh, he was going to cum like a stallion too, wasn’t he? There was no way Alyssa would get more unless she found a horse – or a few males of another “species” of her own.

“Fuck me,” she repeated, her voice hoarse from moaning after the contractions and waves of pleasure slowly ebbed and hadn’t even taken the edge off.

This was the good life, she understood, as the horse’s balls slapped against her clit again and again, heavy with seed that’d soon be delivered into her in thick spurts. And then all of their friends would do the same. And everyone else at Eros who wanted to could do it too, would do it too, and she’d welcome it. Someone else could serve the food; she just wanted to be a pleasure-toy and nothing else, cumming her brains out and leaking cum like some sort of fertility goddess.

“Y-yeah, kinda doing that,” the horse grunted. That was the first time Felicia even heard him speak despite his enormous cock being buried to the hilt inside her. “’bout to give you some foals too.”

Maybe he would, maybe not, but Felicia’s body was yearning for more cum, and only a few heavy, thumping thrusts later, he erupted into her, bathing her artificial cervix in so much cum and that it made her feel bloated, the excess of it splashing out over his crotch in backwash, and he kept pumping more of it into her, a thick rope following each powerful flex of that amazing, equine cockmeat.

Next to her, the wolf that had been fucking Alyssa finally filled her. Felicia watched through tear-glazed eyes as her coworker-turned-friend wailed in ecstasy as she was seeded in turn, and that shared experience of them both getting creamed at the same time was almost too much. But unlike the wolf, Felicia’s current stud didn’t have a knot, and when he pulled out, he was almost immediately replaced by someone else. She didn’t bother looking, remaining bent over the table as the horse left her leaking cum only for a few seconds before another cock plugged her up, stemming the flow of sperm from her ravenous cunt.

And so it continued for the entirety of the evening. Eventually, the people who took a turn inside her did begin to mark her, and before the night was over, her ass was covered in graffiti, everything from tally marks to messages like cumslut and breed me. And yet she didn’t feel degraded in the slightest; if anything, it felt like they were worshipping her, giving her exactly what she needed and great tips on top.

Either that or she was just a toy for them to sate their urges on. Felicia didn’t care either way, just as long as she got more. Always and only more. A toy’s entire purpose was to be played with, after all.

By the time all the guests had left, and Eros was closing for the night, Alyssa had to help her walk to the back office.

“Gotta say, I didn’t think you’d get that into it,” the vixen teased. “But you did look pretty damn hot with a train of men cumming in you.”

“…did I win?” Felicia asked. She could barely stand up without leaning into the vixen for how shaky her legs were. She had completely lost count of how many times she had even cum, and how many cocks she had taken. It felt like a lot, at least.

“Well, it’s not really a contest, is it?” Alyssa laughed. “We both made a ton in tips and the restaurant is more popular than ever, so they’re making more money too.”

She paused for a moment, a big smile on her face.

“But yeah, you won. Tonight, that is. You greedy slut,” she giggled. “I’ll be ahead tomorrow, I bet. Want me to call you cab? Doesn’t really look like you can make it back home on your own in that state, not unless you want to get fucked on the street too.”

As much as Felicia liked the idea, it was probably for the better, and she accepted that offer. Upon arriving home, she was out like a light, barely managing to make it into her bed before passing out from sheer exhaustion. It was the best night’s sleep she’d ever had, and during it, she became one of the most famous people in the City almost overnight, at least for the few hours any fame lasted there.

The next day, Felicia – after a thorough shower to prepare for earning a new mess tonight – found herself at the clinic yet again, a few hours before work. While yesterday had been beyond amazing, wouldn’t a few upgrades make it even more so? She strode in confidently.

“Oh, you’re back again. I’m not totally sure what we can actually add to you at this point,” the lioness grinned. “Though I’ll certainly happily fuck you while you’re unconscious again.”

“Handles,” she requested. “On my hips.”

After a moment’s thought, she added something else. “And maybe removable limbs too so I’m totally helpless if they’re off.”

The nurse had the biggest grin on her face as she made Felicia sign those documents, which the newly-minted Eros slut did proudly. This time, she paid with her own money purely because of that pride. Well, and because between last night’s tips and the golden chip that rich man had given her – not to mention residual income from the videos of her covered in cum and rutted like an animal published on the Eros website – she had more than she really needed.

Well, more money. She still certainly needed more cock inside her.