A cold wet windy rainy beats down on the grey port, the dreary weather cutting through with an almost somber calmness. The sound of foot steps padding across the pier as someone sets down a box of tackle. A decently tall cat woman is stood, partially adorned in a fisher's jacket and hat along with a pair of panties. Her breasts hang out as she lets out a long sigh, holding a cob pipe in her mouth as she takes out a pole. Her body is busty and curvy, like it was sculpted by a horny artist with a thing for hyper. She slowly starts to fish as the weight of her exotic form weighs on her. She's a fifth generation gene modded anthropomorphic feline designed to the specifications of some rich man in a high rise, but as newer gene modding models were developed allowing for feline women with larger tits and thicker asses she was tossed aside. She's not the only one, the city she lives in having a large population percentage dedicated purely to large breasted felines or huge dicked femmy wolf dudes or a variety of other gene modded sex toys. While they are modded to not need food, at least the generations three and ahead, They still end up having no purpose, needing to pay for housing and utilities to just exist comfortably and get by. Their lives are further complicated by genetically hard capped aging, leading them all being stuck unable to grow old, their original purposes long forgotten and all of their internally genetically modded sexual drive left with out an outlet.
The feline slowly sighs, stretching her back, the pattering of rain across her large tits, saying to herself "Don't fit in my pants... can't find a fuckin shirt that fits anymore... I swear these things are getting bigger..." She puts down her pole as she looks up to the clouds above, rain pouring over her breasts as she sighs, taking the cob pipe out of her mouth, putting her fishing resources away after no bites for an hour. She looks up to the city, almost quaint in the midst of the storm, thoughts of the life she's had as she starts walking. Each day in the city new generations are made, as the feline slowly walks her way through the city. Her eyes look up across the street as she's walking home, seeing some rich man sat on a bench with a generation twelve gene modded wolf anthro, her tits are ridiculously larger, spilling over the bench, taking up the entirety of the seating minus her lap where the man is. The feline sighs as she enters her apartment building, other outdated generations stood around just relaxing and talking, the buildings near the ocean often carrying the majority of the generation population. The feline's ears twitch as an ad plays on the TV, something odd... an advertisement addressing generations who are out of work and out in the street. An offer to reshape and update them or any other generation to the most top of the line generation.
The feline hums, she looks away, shame filling her mind as she thinks of how that system made her the way she is, made her a tool of pleasure, to always seek it. She sighs slowly as she turns, heading out and through the streets, slowly plucking away her panties, tossing them into a trash as she walks past, slowly stripping her clothes away till she is fully naked once more, not to say she was wearing much to begin with. She reaches it, the clinic, slowly striding in as she looks up to the gene clerk... A first generation. Well, based on the marking on his neck, a first generation, but his body looks more like a modern generation. She stutters for a second before saying "I want to be updated..." The gene clerk hums before he says "Are you sure you do? You look like you've been through enough to not want to go back to that life." The feline looks down and hums before she says "I choose this not for the man who had me made but for myself... If I am gunna be a sex toy, I am gunna be the one I want." The gene clerk nods before saying "Then fill out the chart with the upgrades you want and sit in the chamber." The feline querying "And what will it cost me?" The gene clerk smiles as he says "Since you are a generation yourself choosing to do this to yourself for yourself... Free." The feline blinks, unsure of how to feel, before she nods and heads up to the upgrade chart. Filling out the chart and laying down in the pod, the gene clerk slowly closes the lid as he says "When you wake, you will be as busty as you want."
Some time passes before she finds herself opening her eyes, slowly breathing as she keeps her eyes up for a second, unsure of if she should look down before her gaze drifts down. Her breasts spill out over the chamber now. The feline slowly sits up, feeling the weight of her new breasts, but despite their abnormally massive size the weight feels only a little bit more than before. She feels strong and clear headed, rejuvenated and healed up of any lingering pains she's had. She slowly spreads her legs as just above her pussy is now a nice massive flared cock and fat nuts, her breasts and genitals absurd in size. She stands up, her cock swinging and massive balls almost audibly sloshing as she looks up to the Gene Clerk, the man smiling as he says "I hope the mods serves you well, Ma'am. For what ever it's worth, what ever douche abandoned you is someone with very short foresight." The feline smiles as she says "Thanks... It may not make paying for housing and shit easier, but at least I will feel like I am in a body deserving of me." The Gene Clerk chuckles before saying "If you want somewhere to stay there is that old mansion near the shore line that has been converted into a sanctuary for generations. They gather there, help take care of each other's needs, and also host their own club to get some down to earth clients. Ya know, less rich assholes who think they rule the world and deserve everything and more just people who need companionship for cheap." The feline chuckling as she makes a final remark of "Well, to be fair, the man who had me made wasn't particularly rich. Generations are so affordable that we can be commissioned for less than the cost of a steak dinner. Which I hear some people commission generations just to get free food cause, ya know, not needing to eat but still producing milk or cum and such." The Gene Clerk nods as he chuckles and says "Ah, I get it. I wish you luck, Ma'am." The feline nods as she says "Thanks.." Turning before heading back out into the city, her new form brimming with potential.
[ Based on a Doodle I did a while back ]
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