Cyberfunk 2069: Minthe Condition

Trigger #508: "MOM Cybernetics".
Organization Class: Same ol' MOM, new coat of paint. Has a stranglehold on the cybernetics and body enhancement markets in Nuevo Sala City just as they did for transformation products in the past.
Transformation Type: TG, Breast and Ass Expansion.

Threat Level: Varies. Dealing with MOM Corp is a very tricky business for Veiled and desperate eggs to unlucky to have crossed paths with a benevolent witch, wizard, or warlock who would trans their gender for free. The Coven manages to put a stop to their more egregious doings, but they're still a megalomaniacal megacorp, so results may vary.

Subject: Minthe Moreno, 26, F, formerly Mitch Moreno, 26, AMAB.

The following is a biographical account of events based on the subject's own testimonies and several eyewitness accounts.

Minthe stood in front of her apartment door, shivering in the skimpy bodysuit that had come with the Sex Mech Android she'd ripped her new body mods off of. It was the only clothing she had that fit her now. She'd gotten more than a few cat calls and "job offers" on her way home from the MOM Cyber Clinic because of it.

The procedure had only taken 4 hours to perform.

But it was ten years. Ten painfully, achingly long years she'd waited for this.

That was how long Minthe knew she was really a girl.

That was how long she'd worked her ass off at dead end jobs and ate freeze dried meal packets to afford her cyber-surgery.

Sure, there were plenty of back-alley cyber-docs she could have gone to for cheaper. But she had heard horror stories of stolen organs, faulty body mods, and planned obsolescence scams, so she knew she needed to go Corpo. And only one company held the patents for the cybernetics she needed to finally be herself.

MOM Cybernetics.

The parts were the easy part, surprisingly. She'd scraped by for years and carefully scrounged junk yards and chop shops for the most cost effective parts possible as she built her dream body. Adjustable breast and ass implants from an old SexMech58 android (she never could decide on what body proportions she wanted). The face and frame from an old line of body mods for secretarial work. Ten pounds of SecondSkin synthetic tissue extracted from abandoned prosthetic arms and legs. And, ripped straight from an old Surrogate android, one fully functioning fertility unit.

For twenty six years, Minthe had been forced to play the role of Mitch. An average man from a poor family, barely able to afford essential body mods like Augmented Reality Retinas and Nerve-Ports, let alone a full body rework. The first 16 years or so were easy, but then puberty hit "him" like a freight train. Facial hair. Body odor. Bones shifting and setting in the wrong places. It all felt so wrong, and "Mitch" knew it, but he didn't know exactly why.

That was until Mitch met Bowdie.

Bowdie was Mitch's only friend and roommate after high school. Bowdie came from a good family, his dad owned a reputable construction company. They were far from the glitz and glam of Corpo life, but they managed well enough to splurge on some mods for their son. The heavy strength enhancers Bowdie had installed for his construction job weren't the only mods he'd had installed, however.

One night at the apartment, they got some mail addressed to a "Bonnie." Mitch joked and asked Bowdie if he had a girlfriend he hadn't introduced to him yet. Bowdie just chuckled to himself and tossed the envelope in the trash. "Bonnie's my dead name. I was born a girl, but... that just didn't sit right with me, man. So my parents helped me save up for a full gender swap a few years ago. Haven't looked back since."

Mitch was stunned. Bowdie? A GIRL? It was unbelievable how much that didn't fit him. He was like the picture of masculinity in Mitch's eyes. Tall, strong, brave, warm, caring... A good friend, a good man through and through.

Bowdie was everything everyone else expected Mitch to be.

And if it was unbelievable for Bowdie to be forced to pretend to be a girl, well...

Maybe it wouldn't be so unbelievable that Mitch had been forced to be something she wasn't either.

She was back at the door, now. She wasn't sure why exactly she was so nervous. Bowdie knew all about her transition. He'd even helped her find parts, covered her half of the rent on months she was short, used her new name and pronouns, and even helped her find the right surgeon. He would have picked her up at the clinic if she'd told him her surgery was today, but for some reason, she wanted it to be a surprise. She wanted to see his face when he saw the real her.

"You waiting on someone, miss?"

She let out an adorable "EEP!" as she turned to see Bowdie holding a bag of groceries, looking confused.

He towered over her now. She'd lost more than a few inches in the transition. She was eye level with his immaculately sculpted pectorals under a stretched tee shirt.

"U-Uhm, yeah, a-actually, waiting on you..." Minthe murmured to herself.

Bowdie was covered in sweat. He must have been working out before he got groceries. She never understood why someone with strength mods would bother, but... she had to admit there was something sexy about it.

"Oh REALLY?" Bowdie smiled, leaning his free arm on the wall over her, boxing her in, "I think I'd remember a pretty little thing like you... come to think of it, you DO look familiar. Have we met somewhere before? A bar? A club? Maybe even in my bed...?"

Bowdie had always been a bit of a playboy. He wasn't a heartbreaker by any means, he treated all of his partners, men and women, well, but he just liked to have some fun until he found someone finally worth settling down for.

However, Minthe had never been rizzed on by Bowdie like this before. There was something intoxicating about it, too. The sheer power he had over her. The things he could do to her, FOR her, all she need do was ask. But she'd only been her real self for the past thirty minutes, so instead, her face turned fifty shades of red and she stammered as Bowdie's lips came closer, closer, closer, until...

"PFFFFTTTT HAHAAHAHAHA!"

Bowdie's head craned and missed her lips as he doubled over in laughter. "Oh MAN, Minthe, you should have seen the look on your FACE! Wait, I think I got a memory mod in here somewhere, I can SEND it to you! HAHAHAHA!"

Minthe pouted. She wasn't sure what made her angrier. The fact that he'd recognized her, or the fact that he'd toyed with her like that.

"You ASSHOLE! How did you know it was ME!?" she blurted out, ramming her fists into his chest with all the staying power of a kitten batting a squeak toy.

"Hahaha sorry! S-Sorry! I just couldn't resist! You looked so cute standing there fidgeting like that! If it makes you feel any better, if I hadn't recognized that bodysuit from the android we picked up from the scrap heap, I wouldn't have even known it was you!"

For some reason, that DID make her feel better. She stopped hitting him, and realized that her face was now pressed firmly into his chest.

There was a pause.

He placed his massive hands gently on her shoulders and pushed her towards the door.

"C'mon girl, let's get you inside, I know your ass is too broke to afford a to catch a cold out here..."

"So what'd you get, anyways? Besides that frame I helped you find, I mean?" Bowdie asked after Minthe had finished chowing down on the instant ramen he'd bought for them.

Minthe swallowed. Fuck, even FOOD tasted better as a girl. She hesitated for a minute, then decided to go for it.

"Well... do you want to see them?"

Bowdie nodded, smiling encouragingly. Her face suitably reddened, she took Bowdie's hand and led him to her bedroom.

Their apartment was cheap enough, but the view of Nuevo Sala City was gorgeous even on ground level. Neon signs and holograms made for a nebula of colors lighting up the night, a man-made arora borealis.

It was the perfect place for Minthe to do what she was about to do next.

She lead Bowdie to the bed, took his hands, and traced them along her body.

"Synth skin. Can't even tell the difference between it and the real deal," she said as she ran his course, rough palms across her soft, sensitive new body.

"I sure as hell can't, and I'm the expert here...." Bowdie chuckled over her shoulder. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. It felt amazing. She wanted more.

She took his hands and pushed them into her achingly supple breasts. "These babies I ripped straight off a sex mech. Their size is adjustable, just like my ass, and the, um, dials are here and here..." she said as confidently as possible as she gave Bowdie a nice cupful of her new tits. His fingers sank right into their flesh like they were made of soft dough. She felt his finger trace the outline of her new dials. "Interesting, good to know, good to know..." Bowdie mused to himself as she continued.

Finally, she lead his fingers town to rest on the lips of her new womanhood. It ached and pulsed at even the slightest brush of his fingertips. Under her body suit, she could feel her new equipment getting hotter and wetter by the second.

Her false confidence wavered as she explained the final modification she had worked so hard to save up for. "And, um... this was the most expensive part... the um... sex organs are from a Surrogacy Android, so... they're functionally indistinguishable from the real deal..." Minthe said, looking down and away from Bowdie's golden eyes.

"Y-Y'know, just in case you ever wanted to have kids or whatever..."

Minthe's voice caught in her throat. She hadn't meant to say that part out loud. She quickly laughed it off and tried to make an excuse.

"I mean, the royal 'you' of course, not you specifically or..." Minthe petered off as Bowdie just looked at her, contemplating something.

"Minthe... how many credits did this cost you...?" he asked, something more than a spark of curiosity in his eyes.

Minthe did the math in her head. "Altogether with the parts and the surgery costs, I'd say about 50,000 creds... why do you ask?"

Bowdie chuckled, and then slipped his fingers under her jumpsuit, lightly rubbing them up against her new clit.

"Because that's an awful lot of money to drop just to be my new fuck toy..." Bowdie breathed into her ear. Minthe moaned as the pleasure threatened to overload her brain.

Just as soon as he'd started, he stopped, and leaned into her ear.

"Is this ok? I'll stop at any time if it isn't ok."

Minthe's heart ached. It was nice to know Bowdie was worried about her, but he needn't bother. She wanted him.

"Keep going. Please."

Bowdie nodded, and pulled his pants down. His penis was long, hard, and thick. Bowdie picked Minthe up like she weighed nothing and set her down on his lap. His penis, lifelike in every visceral way, rubbed against her inner thigh as he pulled her tight jumpsuit down and past her pussy, and carefully inserted his fullness inside. He bounced her up and down on his knee as he broke her new body in.

"Admit it. You bought all these sex mods on purpose, didn't you, Minthe?"

Minthe's brain was being overloaded with pleasure. Her Augmented Reality HUD was going haywire as he almost literally fucked her brains out.

"Yuh-Yes!! Buh-bought it fu-for yu-you Bowdie! Haahnn!"

"Really? All this time you just wanted to be my little sex toy, didn't you? Just a bratty little blow up doll, huh?"

With deft precision, Bowdie reached down and turned both of Minthe's dials to eleven. Immediately, she felt her tits and ass expand and stretch as synthetic fat was produced and pumped into her assets. She nearly fell ass over tea kettle as her tits grew to a cup size too big even for Nuevo Sala City. She could barely hold them up in her tiny, manicured hands.

"H-Hahahnnn! Y-Yesss!!! AaaH! HAAAAH!"

Bowdie plowed into Minthe like a jackhammer. He knew his body and how to use it. He dominated her in every way she wanted to be dominated. He soothed her in every way that she wanted to be soothe. And under the bright city lights of Nueva Sala City, they came together. He erupted inside of her, convulsing and grunting. Minthe moaned her satisfaction loud enough for the neighbors to file a noise complaint and collapsed backwards into Bowdie's shoulder.

They laid there in her bed for a few minutes before Bowdie started chuckling.

"Fuck, Minthe... I don't think I'm gonna be able to walk after that one... ohhhh..." Bowdie laughed. It was wonderful. She could feel every tremor of his barrel-like chest reverberate and resonate in her's. She smiled, but then a terrible thought crossed her mind.

"So... what happens now...?"

Bowdie smiled and pulled her close to his chest.

"Now? Now we get you cleaned up and buy you some new clothes. Can't have everyone think my new girlfriend is a Sex Mech for hire, can we?" Bowdie winked at her.

"G-Girlfriend?" Minthe stammered, "B-But, are you sure? I-I mean, I used to be-?"

"HA! PLEASE, Minthe, you were never a boy, just like I was never a girl. I've been into you since I first saw your cute little ass, I was just waiting for you to finish finding yourself and make the first move. Sure, I had some fun while I was waiting, but I was waiting for YOU, dumbass. And holy SHIT, you did not disappoint..." Bowdie said, chuckling. He stopped for a moment, then spoke much more gently. "That is as long as you want to be with me?"

Minthe turned and pressed her lips against his. His beard tickled her soft, smooth chin, and she smiled at the sensation.

"Fuck yes I want to be with you, asshole. Now help me deflate these water beds on my chest or else I won't fit into the new dress you're gonna buy me later."

From the desk of

Mira Alcott

Head-Mistress of Transformations

(Special thanks to Emmitt Cleveland for the suggestion, to my Test Readers, and to all of you for your support!)