My body finally wins out, causing me to race to the fridge and the build blocks I so desperately craved. As I rip the door open I barely even notice six new offers come in.
I'm practically drooling as I stare inside the fridge, my gaze rapidly racing over each of the scant few essentials I had left. I had been needing to go shopping, to refill my shelves with the necessities I had been living off of thanks to my limited budget.
I don't even notice myself reaching for the jug of slightly spoiled milk in the fridge door, the massive bottle being practically full to the brim due to lack of any food to have it with over the past week.
Despite the foul smell I bring it to my lips, the icy cold liquid quickly pouring down my gullet as I finch at the sour taste coating my tongue. Hefty amounts of fat, protein, and calcium soon fill my stomach as I feel my stomach churn in a nauseating fashion. Despite the sudden violent illness I find myself draining the whole bottle, my stomach feeling tight and overfilled as I finish the disgusting beverage.
Panting heavily I burp and struggle to not throw up, the spoiled milk leaving my body begging for it to be ejected as soon as possible. However, I soon find my nausea dissipating as the nanobots inside me soothe the heinous churning inside of me. The swarm shifts about, killing off bacteria and gathering up the building blocks inside my stomach before carting off their payloads.
I swallow hard, my stomach aching from the sheer amount of liquid filling it but the hunger not being close to satiated. I cringe as I notice the sight of the paper-wrapped blocks sitting towards the back of the fridge, my tongue darting out to lick my lips as I spy the sticks of butter sitting there enticingly.
I quickly gather them up, bundling them in my arms as I pull myself away from the fridge. I strain to leave the kitchen, my painfully erect cock renting my pants as I shuffle away from the food my body demands to gorge itself on.
Dropping into my cosy moss green reading chair I shudder in dismay, my hands moving to unwrap one of the thick sticks of cool fat. With a deep breath I bring it to my mouth, taking a revolting bite of the soft yellow blocks.
My mouth begins to tingle before I can even swallow, swarms of tiny machines needing the fat for my chest sooner rather than later. With a guttural groan I swallow it down, gagging and spluttering as I find myself taking another desperate bite.
With a mouthful of fatty salty mush I focus down at my turgid shaft, my pajama pants on the brink of tearing as my ten-inch cock stands rigid and hard as steel. I'm forced to reach down, wriggling my way out of my pants as I'm met with the sight of my cock appearing harder than I had ever thought possible.
It looks like it is about to burst, the large twitching mass straining at the skin enclosing it as blood and nanobots pool into the area. Beneath the base of the shaft my balls appear to be suffering the opposite treatment, the sac appearing to wither and deflate ever so slightly as their contents are drained away to parts unknown.
As I reach down, pushing my waistband down further and further in an effort to see just what the hell is going on, I feel my chest strain and ache. My hand presses against my pec through my shirt, a soft yet exceeding tight lump barely yielding to the pressure of my fingers meeting my touch. It is like all the excess fat is being pooled in my chest, my own skin failing largely to keep up with the reallocation of resources.
A similar pressure soon begins to mount around my hips, the discomfort turning to pain as I try to wriggle the aching bones. More and more bone is crafted and grafted to my pelvis, the widening shape straining and stretching the skin to either side as more nanobots race to remedy the mounting problem.
Groans escape my butter-slicked lips as it feels like I'm about to explode, my stomach being achingly full as my chest and hips soon reach a breaking point.
Thankfully, the massive sum of machines filling my cock race out as they rush to treat other more pressing issues. My blood runs cold as I watch my cock rapidly deflate, soon returning to its flaccid state before reducing even further. All the internal tissue appears to have been stripped away, an empty sad-looking tube of skin and vital vessels now being all that remains of my once proud cock.
Try as I might I can't seem to shift the sickening empty balloon of skin on its own, the spongy tissue having been repurposed or simply broken down to be expelled later. The empty flesh simply lays there, resting between my thighs and atop the equally empty flesh that had once been filled at its base.
"This..." I pant out, my eyes locked to the horrific sight of my hollowed-out cock. "I... I can't..."
With a pained howl I heave myself from my seat, the skin around my hips growing bruised and blanketed with stretch marks as the nanobots hastily attempt to keep up with healing the damage my widening hips were causing.
I stumble and stagger back to the kitchen counter, my hips grinding and popping with each step as the tiny machines try to gauge and repair the joints around my femur in an effort to correct my clumsy and warping gait.
The limp sagging flesh that had been my cock dangles and slaps between my hairy slender thighs, the sweaty impacts sending chills up my spine as the nerves inside feel almost overturned without much other material to soften the blows.
My knees shake, my legs threatening to give out at the concentrated pleasure between my legs as I reach the counter. I'm forced to support myself with my arms, the tightness in my chest reaching new heights as my pectorals flex beneath the rapidly tightening skin above.
Sweating heavily I snatch up my phone, opening the app and freezing up as I'm met with another series of offers.
Offer One: Height and General Build
Sex: Undisclosed
Age: 52
Size: 5'0"
Secondary offer after initial rejection.
Former conditions apply, price inclusive of previous offer
Price: $93,250
Offer Two: Posterior Mass and Underlying Musculature
Sex: Female
Age: 34
Fat and tissue making up the offerer's posterior.
Well above average in size, large amounts of soft fat and flab.
Contains blemishes (Stretchmarks and mild cellulite).
Price: $37,500
Offer Three: Increased Hormone Production
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Hyper tuned production of hormones beyond the mean
Changes in individuals may depend on their own physiology
Price: $74,100
Warning: Generates Heightened Emotional States
Offer Four: Thighs Along with Underlying Tissue
Sex: Female
Age: 21
Set of large thighs along with their underlying fat and musculature
Largely made up of well above average fatty tissue with
little in the way of underlying muscles.
Contains blemishes (Stretch marks and cellulite)
Price: 42,900
Offer Five: Jawbone and Surrounding Tissue
Sex: Female
Age: 24
A delicate and weak jawline and underlying material
Surrounding tissue and otherwise affected items will also be
exchanged including (Teeth, Chin, and Cheeks)
Price: $20,600
Offer Six: Vocal Chords
Sex: Female
Age: 24
Set of vocal chords
Will alter pitch and tone of voice once completed
Recording provided described as: Squeaky or Mouse-Like
Price: $30,600
As my gaze crawls over the current wave of offers I feel something twist and burn in the pit of my gut. While I wave it off as merely the results of the sickening mixture of spoiled milk and thick butter or my growing worry and anxiety it is actually something of much more dire consequences.
Deep inside my abdomen the nanobots race to build the start of my new sexual organs, creating a small budding womb out of the materials available in the hopes of building the walls put once my expanding feminine hips are free to house it.
What sex cells the nanobots had saved are hastily converted, the genetic material houses with being shifted about into a new ova shell.
In order to complete the offer however and all important piece needed to be put in place. With no small amount of gentle care a bundle of rapidly growing cells are embedded in the side of the wall of the proto-womb inside me in order to mirror the pregnancy the offerer had been so desperate to be rid of along with the chance of it ever happening again.
Without a partner to add genetic material from, the nanobots quickly race to form the start of...
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