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This series exhibits your basic sexual fare, but this chapter doesn't contain a whole like right now.

Life is Change

Chapter 1

Winning a free mod-voucher would have been equal to winning a huge lottery. It was all the rage; going to get parts of your body modified to suit whatever it was you wanted. Some people used them to restore amputated limbs. Some used them for sex changes. Others even went as far as to change themselves into completely different people.

One thing for certain, though, is that it was a crazy expensive process without a voucher or medical insurance to justify it.

In the small town I was from, it was just one of those things you hear about from the city that was never accepted in traditional community.

I kind of had to agree to an extent, but having a voucher in my hand was my golden ticket to leave and see a bigger world.

I had never seen a sky-scraper before or been on public transit. I didn't know what city fashion was like, and I looked incredibly out of place when I got off the bus and wandered down the sidewalks.

For context; I'm just a curly red-haired bumpkin of a guy. I'm five foot four and skinny as a twig. Jean jackets were my thing but it was way past retro here in the city and only served to look like I had a little muscle on my bones. I had rosy cheeks from years of my family pinching at them and a slouch given to me from just as many years of back-slapping. If there was one thing I wanted to change about myself, it would have been my entire body that was ready to snap under a backpack full of clothes.

The city of Juno was a more of an impressive figure than my shrimpy ass.

Juno was known as being a very rich coastal city that benefited from overseas trading. Anyone that could afford to live there were either in the business of the deals or came from old money and only worked so they could get a little more. The people were also the sort to be able to afford mods whenever it suited them.

Walking down the street from the bus depot, I saw my fair share of mods. Many of them were clearly facial mods, with men and women looking near identical to movie actors but with lighter or darker skin tones. There were a few mods that were a little abstract, like horns or naturally rainbow hair. Most others were obstructed by clothing, but I knew body-sculpting and performance mods were pretty popular from what I studied online.

I made it only two blocks before I saw what was considered an "extreme mod." It was my first time seeing one in person, but it did make me pause a moment.

He had to have been a little over six feet tall and built like an Adonis with the tight-fitting tank top to show it all off. But this top-heavy gentleman would hardly be classified as human after the extensive modding he had. Russet-red fur covered every inch of visible flesh and a dog's head was placed on top of his shoulders in place of a human one.

"Anthro-mods" is what I read online about it. It was way up there in the expensive range of full-body mods that even insurance couldn't cover.

I must have been staring as he passed me, as he hunched over to meet me eye-to-eye and push something into my hands.

"Here, kid. Go get yourself something nice," the dog-man said with a toothy smile hardly an inch from my face before he stood tall and continued on his way.

I examined the object in my hand by touch first. When I looked down to what was clearly paper, I was surprised to see a pair of hundred-dollar bills in my hand.

Yes, anthro-mods were practically a status-symbol here in Juno. If you could afford it, you got it, and that dog-person was the sort to hand out hundreds like it was coffee cash.

With money now secured in my wallet, I knew it was only a short walk from the depot to the modding centre I was supposed to visit, at least on the map app on my phone, but I got there eventually.

The centre itself was smaller compared to its neighbouring office buildings, but the clean and inviting exterior was a match for it's interior. Framed posters of happy faces hung on the white walls of the waiting area as I approached the counter.

"Hi, I'm Connor Reguez, I had a consultation with-"

"Doctor Mendell is expecting you," the young, blond-haired woman said, cutting me off. She was right, though, as I was scheduled to speak with that doctor. "Just sit in the waiting area and he'll be with you in a moment."

I nodded at her, but stayed at the counter to examine the secretary. I was curious what sort of mods she had. She was plainly human, with a plain face and regular features. She was a little on the petite side, but it seemed natural. Even her groan as she caught me staring sounded authentic.

"I just work here. I don't have mods," she said with a mildly peeved note on her voice.

I knew it was best to leave her to her work and sit patiently while I waited. I sat down on the comfortable chairs they had set out, twiddling my thumbs patiently with my bag nestled between my legs.

The paperwork I had for the appointment was folded neatly in a pocket, and I had pulled it out to look over it again for the umpteenth time.

This document entitled me to a free mod of my choosing. It didn't specify what kind, even in the extremely fine print on the back of the paper, so I could argue for some absurdly expensive mod. Thankfully, I knew just what I wanted; a full-body mod.

I didn't just want to be stronger or faster or better looking or whatever. I wanted it all. My body was weak and frail, easily pushed aside by stray gusts of winds, and my hair was uncontrollably curly and frazzled that no salon back home would dare attempt to fight it. My dad would comment on my nose being too big or make jokes about my chicken legs. I just wanted my body to be better in every area.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Reguez?" Said a man in a doctor's coat. I knew right away that this had to have been Dr. Mendell. He was a taller gentleman, with brown hair and thin glasses perched on his nose.

Yes, I'm Connor Reguez," I said as I stood up. I reached out to shake his hand with an excited smile on my face. "I'm so happy to be here, Doctor."

He nods his head and grasps my hand in his, giving it a firm shake. It had a fairly scaly texture to it that felt cold to the touch. I looked down, seeing the oddly green plates lining the back of his hand.

"Ah, you noticed my own little modding. Purely experimental work; working to give more functional qualities to our mods here." He said, taking back his hand and rolling up his sleeve to show the scales going halfway up his forearm. "As you can see, it's very much like an alligator's skin; tough but malleable. It's not available as a public mod yet, but it's being worked on, so no worries"

He rolled his sleeve back down and gestured me to follow him through a door near the front counter. We navigated the halls until he pulled a chair up for me in his office.

"So, you're here for a free mod, as we discussed when you redeemed your voucher with us," He said, sitting behind his desk and pulling up a laptop. He began typing up some sort of document that I could barely see from the reflection of his spectacles.

"Yes, I was thinking of getting a full-body mod," I said with a nod of my head and a nervous smile on my lips.

He turned his head to look me in the eye first, then turned the rest of his body away from his laptop. "Mr. Reguez," he starts as if he's about to give me some incredibly awful news. "For someone that has no mods on record, doing a full-body modification is a very big step. Are you sure you're not wanting a face-mod or an addition to your arms?"

I shook my head. I thought about this moment the entire trip into the city. "No, I want a full-body, Doctor Mendell."

"Have you run this by your family first? I'm sure they would be incredibly shocked if you came home as someone else."

"I did. They know my decision."

That was a lie. I had not told my family anything of what I was doing. I just said that there was a work opportunity and I was moving away.

Dr. Mendell nodded his head and returned to his laptop, typing in a few more details. "Are you aware of how the process is done?"

"I did a little research online. Not sure it covered the whole thing."

"Are you alright with a one-week waiting period before your mod? It's standard procedure, and we house you for that time with someone that has gone through the process," Dr. Mendell said as he made a few final keystrokes on his laptop. "You'll be learning from Justin and Carla, a couple that had their modding years ago and routinely house new modders."

I nodded my head, taking in the information eagerly. "So, when I'm done that, I come back here and get my mod, right?"

"Precisely. I encourage you to be on your best behaviour for them," he said, adjusting his glasses as he pulls up a pen and paper for me to sign. "Just sign here saying that you agree to the arrangements. They'll be discussing all the safety and preparations with you."

I couldn't sign that paper fast enough, with my hand just making a scratch on the paper to represent my signature.

"Alright, just wait in the lobby while I make a call to them to pick you up."

"Sweet. I'm really excited to meet them, Doctor," I said as I stood up to walk out the door.

"And Mr. Reguez," he said, making me stop as I was halfway out the door. "Do keep an open mind with them. You are required to stay with them for one week to be eligible for a full-body modification."

I nodded my head. "I understand," I said as I closed the door behind me.

Of course, I didn't quite understand at all what he meant by keeping an open mind. Right now, my mind was filled with how awesome I was going to be after my mod. I must have looked like some drugged-up idiot waiting in the clinic's chairs with my head filled with how many abs I was going to have, how much I would bench press, and how massive my dick was going to be.

And of course, as I was thinking of how I was going to have plenty of fun with my new body, I heard the sliding door of the clinic announce another newcomer.

The first thing I noticed of this individual was his horse head with a cropped blond mane, perched atop a tall body that just commanded attention. He turned my way and approached me in only a couple steps thanks to the stride of his long, hooved feet.

"Are you Connor Reguez?" He said after he crouched to get down to my seated level.

I nodded my head. "I am. And you're Justin?" I replied.

He also nodded his head and grabbed my hand to shake it. "Yep, that's me. Pleasure to meet you. There truck's out front and Carla's at home," He said, now standing up tall.

I stood up at well, maybe standing up to his chest at my full height, and my shoulders were only half as wide as his. As he beckoned me to follow behind him, I couldn't help but get a good look at his muscled back under his black t-shirt, perfectly matching his brown and white splotched hair over his body. A little lower down, I got an even better glimpse of his ass. It was perfectly round, and topped with his blond tail draped down near the floor.

His truck was appropriately large as well. While I was required to grasp a few handles to seat myself inside, he slid himself perfectly inside and buckled up. He revved the engine and we weaved through traffic in the crowded streets of Juno.

"So, Doc told me you were thinking of getting a whole new you. Is that right?" Justin said to me, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Yeah."

"I mean, I can kinda see why, but do you have a good reason for it yourself?"

I hummed, trying to word the answer in my head first. "I guess you could say that I didn't really win the genetic lottery. I'm super weak, I don't really attract the ladies, and I just want to be, you know, all around better."

Justin shrugged as he turned the corner and came up to a bridge that divided a neighbourhood of the city. "Fair enough answer, I suppose. Better than some millionaires wanting to get in on a fad."

After we crossed the bridge over a river into a new section of the city, I began to take note of a difference in the residents. Before, I noticed there were primarily fit, young people populating the city centre, but in this neighbourhood, I started to notice more people with animal features walking down the streets.

"And yes, this is the rich part of town, before you ask," Justin said as he stopped at a red light. "We're almost home now."

"So... Why does everyone here..."

"Have anthro-mods?"

"Yeah."

"Started with one guy a few years back. He was into this subculture thing and spent a good deal in the mod. Other people that could afford it loved how it threw off parasites; family members that also wanted your money, and it just turned into its own exclusive community. Getting a full human mod still makes it easy for the parasites to find you again."

I looked outside again, taking note of all the different species of people walking down the streets or sitting at patio cafes on the sidewalks.

"Some places in this part of town are even anthro-mod exclusive. No mod means no entry; keeps out the bums," Justin said as he turned another corner into a street with several apartment blocks. "And here we are. Just gonna park in the parkade and I'll take you up to see Carla."

Parking the truck was a chore for Justin as he slowly and carefully backed it into his allotted spot between two other incredibly expensive cars. He somehow managed, and we took an elevator up. He tapped a button just shy of the top floor, and the door of the elevator opened up shortly after.

Getting off the elevator, the hall was really more of cube with a single door. He walked up to it and knocked on it.

"We own the whole floor, so we've got plenty of space and a guest room ready for you."

And within moments, the door opened and we were greeted by a woman I presumed was Carla. She also had a horse head, but she had a shiny black coat that was complimented by a pink tank-top and a long, smooth mane running down her right shoulder.

"Hey," she said with a beaming white smile. Immediately she seemed alright to me. "So, you're the one we're taking care of? I'm Carla, nice to meet you."

I offered my hand for a shake, and she stepped up to give a hug. She was about as tall as Justin, so my face was buried between her cleavage. It was warm, and I could even hear the beating of her heart as she nearly suffocated me. She pulled me out before I passed out, thankfully, but I did have to hold my bag in front of my crotch to hide the erection she just gave me.

"Is there anything I can get you? A cup of coffee, maybe?" She said as she pulled me into her home by the wrist. She immediately sat me down in the middle of a sofa.

"Tea, please? Orange Pekoe if you have it," I replied, keeping my bag on my lap to cover my raging shame. For an animal person, she was pretty attractive, especially in the chest area.

As she ducked around into the kitchen to make some tea, I took a moment to examine the room. It was very much a modern home with a high ceiling. Some pictures were hung up on the wall, but they were mostly decorative pieces that didn't show any of the couple's lives. In fact, everything in the apartment seemed to be places in such a deliberate fashion that it seemed to have been done by professional decorators. I didn't see anything that allowed me to glimpse into the lives of Justin and Carla in the room.

Justin interrupted my stationary inspection by planting himself beside me. Given my spot on the couch, his thigh touched up against mine.

"She's actually super excited that you're here, you know," he said, resting his arm on the back of the couch beside me.

"Why's that?" I replied, feeling a little dwarfed beside the stallion-man.

"Well, you're not some entitled old-money millionaire, for one," he put his other hand on his lap and leaned in, now shifting his other hand to wrap over his shoulders. "Not like the last guy. Now he was a prick. She offered coffee and followed after her to get real handsy."

I went a little pale, feeling this was very much a warning about me not touching his wife.

"You're not the kind of guy that takes without asking, are you?"

I shook my head like it was about to fly off. "Nuh-uh. No sir. I won't touch her at all. I promise."

He made me wince as he let out a hearty chuckle that filled the room. Carla came back with three mugs in her hands and tilted her head curiously at the two of us.

"Did I miss a joke or something?" She said as she put the mugs on the coffee table in front of us. She also placed a packet of sugar and some miniature cups of milk to go with my tea.

"No, hon. The new guy here just said that he won't even touch you," Justin said and jabbed a finger into my side, just below my ribcage.

Carla frowned as she sat on the opposite side of me from her husband. Again, her leg brushed up against mine, and the black hair of her thick leg was tantalizingly within my reach.

"Are you not into anthro-mods, hon? I can totally understand if I'm a turn-off to you," She said, bringing her mug of coffee onto her lap.

"What? No, no, you're super hot!" I said, trying to please everyone in the room.

Justin leaned in again, grabbing both my shoulders in his large hands and giving me a little shake. "Calm down, bud, we're just teasing," he said with that same large laugh from before. Carla even joined in with a giggle.

"Good to know that you don't think I'm ugly," she said as she tapped my thigh with her hand. "Really, if you need something, just ask and we'll take care of you."

As they shared a laugh, I took the opportunity to take a deep breath.

"Anyways, when you're done your tea, Justin will show you to your room for the week. There's an extra key to the apartment on the dresser if you want to walk down the street or something," Carla told me before she took a sip from her hot coffee.

"My key, really, but Carla will be here for most of the day unless she's shopping or something," Justin spoke up. He took a sip of his own mug before setting it on the table. "I'll be at work during the day, so just make yourself at home."

I nodded my head and sipped at my tea. The two horses otherwise spoke over me to each other, talking about their day until I finished my drink. I set my mug on the table and Justin immediately slapped me on the back.

"Alright, let's get you settled in, then," he said as he stood up tall again. He grabbed my bag from my lap and beckoned me with his free hand to follow him.

I looked between him and Carla, then I stood up and moved to follow him down the hall. He pointed out the washroom and their bedroom, and then opened up the door to the guest's room.

"It doesn't feel like you got a lot of clothes, but I can ask Carla to take you out tomorrow and get you set up for the week."

"Thanks."

"Dinner's in an hour. Porn and toys are under the bed. Please finish in the washroom so it's easy to clean, and please wash your hands" he said with a sly wink before he stepped out, closing the door behind him.

Of course, my first natural reaction was to check under the bed. I really thought he was joking, but there was a shoe box next to a small stack of magazines under the bed. I pulled out the box and the first magazine on the stack. On top of the box was the internet password scribbled on top, and the magazine was an old issue of some porno mag with a large-breasted woman flashing on the cover.

At this moment, I didn't dare check the inside of the box. I did make use of the Wi-Fi password, though only to check the emails I had missed out on during my bus ride.

My inbox was filled with farewells from back home. Of course, a lot of them I cared nothing for. I wasn't the most popular person growing up, and a lot of emails came from middle-school bullies that went chummy after graduation like they were trying to make amends or something. I never bought it. I never forgave any of them for the days of stolen lunches and wet-willies.

My parents even sent an email. I glossed over it, really. I never expected to message them back at all, as they had a habit of neglecting me for my stronger siblings. It was the price of being the middle-child, really. I know my older brother, Zack, moved to Juno some time before I did to be an accountant, and my younger sister stayed at home on the farm with expectations to take over. Back home, I was just sitting there, signing up for mailing lists in a vain effort to have contact with the world outside my small town.

I closed my emails and went online now. I was curious who I was staying with, so I typed in Justin and Carla's names with the word "millionaires" to see what I'd get. I was surprised to see nothing much, really. There was a small newspaper article about the pair making millions on a lottery along with some other guy, but aside from that, Justin's business profile lumped him in as just another salaryman working because he felt like it.

And before I knew it, there was a knock on the door that made me jump. I scrambled to put the box back and tuck the magazine under the pillow on the bed.

"Hey, bud. Pizza got here early," I heard Justin say from the other side shortly before he walked in. "Hope you like Pineapple. Carla's big into that."

Yep, aside from being millionaires and being part animal, I guess they were more human that they appeared.