Mods
Synopsis: Some humans are bred to perform certain functions. The techniques in thie breeding are so advanced that the “Mods” (modified) can be made to perform tasks beyond human capabilities
North Weald, England
Tony Braxton sat uncomfortably in the large tv-studio chair. Opposite from him was Dr. Jane Fleming, the head of Bio-Dynamics.
Between them was Liza Parker, BBC 4 tv host. She was speaking…
“And, in our studio tonight two perspectives on the Mod question…” she looked to Jane “Dr. Jane Fleming, the head of Bio-Dynamics and a pioneer in biomorphic technology, and opposing the Mods we have the Member of Parliament for Pratchett East, the Right Honourable Tony John Braxton.”
Tony bowed his head in acknowledgment
“If we can turn first to you, Mr. Braxton… I understand that although you are opposed to bio-morphism”
“Bio-Dyamisism” Jane interjected
“Monsterism” Tony counter-interjected
“It’s that kind of irrational ‘modphobia’ that’s trying to set this country back forty years” Jane said
“It’s un-natural, and immoral” Tony countered
“Please…” Liza tried to retain control of the discussion “If we could refrain from name-calling”
She looked at her two guests who had calmed
“If we can return to you, Mr. Braxton…”
“Tony, please” he smiled
“Yes… ah.. as I was saying earlier that although it is your position, as I understand it…”
“It’s in my manifesto”
“Yes…that you are opposed to this ‘progression’ of our species…”
“I wouldn’t call it that…”
“Yes…anyway… as I understand it you owe your life to a mod, is that correct?”
“It’s irrelevant” he said
“But… if it were not for a mod… you would not be here in the studio tonight…”
Tony thought about that night… three months ago.
Travelling from London home to his constituency after the end of parliament’s second session that year he had been involved in a simple but freakish accident…
A truck ahead of him blew a tyre (tire) and a steel girder it was carrying shot back off the truck and into Tony’s car, piercing the window and impaling him
Rescue had to cut the metal to release him from his car. Already first responders had reported that his internal organs had suffered trendies damage and that he was unlikely to live the transport back to hospital in the air ambulance.
The hospital’s on-call surgeon had a novel idea. One of the mods was at the hospital.
“She” was called by staff Helen Hunter.
She looked just like any other 20 year old blonde. But her being had been heavily modified allowing her to work a number of hazardous tasks
Without any other approval Helen was flown out to the crash site.
As Tony’s systems were shitting down Helen stepped forward and mounted him, even as he lay on a gurney. She hitched her dress up and squeezed her pelvic muscles
As she did a fleshy tube drew out from her vagina, long and wet. She pushed it against Tony’s umbilicus and it moved into him, the flesh merging with his own.
Suddenly he gasped. He had no difficulty ‘breathing’… but it wasn’t through his own lungs…
Their bodies were connected, physically by an umbilical cord.
She began to take over the control of his bodily functions, and she also took in his blood and returned it to him, as it has passed through her kidneys
In short, she became his life-support
He even managed to regain some lucidity
He was surprised to find a woman straddling him as he lay there
“What…?” he gasped “What’s going on?”
Suddenly he heard her voice in his mind
“Relax” she said
“What are you doing?” he asked… he looked at her, and felt her pressing against him… it was… weird to feel it.
“You are slave to my body” she said “I am running it… you will survive”
“No… this is…. this is fucking crazy” he said
“Relax” she said again in his mind. Her colourless eyes (an indicator she was a mod—the iris was white)
“No, I…” he began
“Still!” she said
Suddenly his arms grew limp
“What are you doing?”
“I control your body” her mind said to him
“No… this is…” he cried but he could not move
“You are my baby” she said “Relax”
“I… mummy?” he cried.
“Let mummy take care of her baby” she whispered.
He looked at her.. and like his mum, she looked after him with her body.
“Mummy” he smiled… he felt safe with her. A part of her even wanted … to reach out to her breasts
He wanted her milk but she was not providing that to him just yet
“I love mummy” he whimpered
“Yes, mummy controls you now”
“Yes, mummy” he sighed
It was only days later that he had a kind of post-traumatic stress awakening… he was shocked to realise how vulnerable he had been. Yes, she had saved him… but the control she had over him… he got tremors of fright thinking about that
He needed therapy.
And he began to campaign against Mods
He leaned about them, more and more. He recalled the story of a man entering a bank piggy-backing what some assumed was his child, but it was Mod, and some how it had attached itself to him, but unlike with Tony it compelled him to hold up the bank. That was the excuse of the man for the charge of robbery. Yes, there had been security footage of him entering the bank—but it could have been a ‘dummy’ he was carrying. Anyway, very view people believe him… even though he had some weird wound at the base of his skull.
If one of them could make him its puppet—even if for a ‘good cause’ as with Tony, he could not imagine wha t else such a creature was capable of.
He argued “Suppose one of these had attached herself to the Prime Minister… to access the nuclear codes…?”
He hadn’t been able to have sex with his wife since then. The first time his cock had entered her, some eight days after being released from hospital he had a massive panic attack… being physically connect to another woman’s womb… he had heart palpitations.
The thought of being ‘attached’ to a woman again gave him very ill feelings—he had never felt so helpless before in his life.
“…ah, Tony?” Lisa coughed
“Er… sorry?” he gasped. He saw that they were looking at him oddly and he realised he must have had a relapse… he’d lost track of time, and place. All those memories flooding back…
“Are you alright?” Lisa asked “Would you care for some water?”
As he looked now at Dr. Jane he saw her smiling a little at him and he wondered if she knew why it was he was so vehemently opposed to Mods.
“Ah, yes… thank you” he said as a floor manager approached him with a glass.
As he sipped at it he suddenly realised… it was milk.
It was warm, and sweet.
Breastmilk….
He looked at Dr Jane with eyes wide in horror
He turned to see where he floor manger had gone and he could see her off-camera milking herself with a hand pump.
He spun around again to Liza. Did she not see what was happening?
“Tony?” Liza caught
“Ah, what?”
He looked at the cup… yes, it was milk.
“Um….?” he asked confused
“You are not really opposed to Mods” Jane said
“Say what?”
“You think Mods are the way to finding solutions to many of our problems…” Jane said
“No… “ he said “I am not in favour of these freaks”
And still he took another sip. It was… delicious. He looked over at the floor manager who now, with her breast still exposed, and dripping brought him another cup
He realised he’d finished the one he had… and… he wanted another one…
“Thank you” he smiled
“You’re welcome, son…” she said
“Huh?” he gasped
He looked at her as she went back… “No… that’s not possible” he said
“Tony?” Liza asked “Are you alright?”
The floor manager was Helen… the Mod he’d been attached to
She stood there, off-camera, smiling. Her nipple dripping white fluid
He looked down at the cup and drank some more
It was so delicious, sweet, warm
She smiled at him
“Tony?” Lisa asked
He looked about
“Huh?”
Was he hallucinating? Was he still suffering from PTSD?
He suddenly realised he had a massive hard on as he looked back at Helen.
She lifted her dress and he gazed at her hairy crotch. He looked around again and no one seemed to notice
She turned and bent over, exposing herself… inviting him to rise.
He did. “Excuse me…” he apologised to the interview and guest
He went over, stepping over heavy cables to the camera, past a group of floor workers, to a small alcove where Helen waited for him
His cock slid into her and he felt it was amazing.
“Oh, fuck me baby” she gasped
“Oh, yeah” he groaned and he started to hump her
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuckkkk” he cried and came in her
He blinked his eyes and sat up… he was in a hospital bed
“Where am I?’ he cried. He turned and hit the small buzzer for a nurse
A nurse came in shortly. Tony saw her eyes were colourless “You’re…. a mod”
“Yes… sir” she smiled
She opened her top and she had a series of holes down her front… no breasts either. Only her face, and voice would make her appear ‘female’
She took a cable that was attached to him—a small electrode on his chest and she ‘plugged’ the other end into one of the holes on her chest
“What are you doing?” he asked
“Checking your vitals…” she said “You were in an accident”
“I… I was…”
“Ah, Mr. Braxton” Dr Jane Fleming said as she entered the room
“Doctor Fleming?”
“You remember… from your conditioning… good” she smiled
“Conditioning?” he asked
She ignored him for a moment going instead over to the nurse…
“His blood pressure is a little high” the nurse said
“Tsk! Tsk” Jane said
“I’m applying an antihypertensives as we speak” the nurse said
“What are you doing?” he asked as he watched a fluid pass back down the tube from her body into him
“You are going to get better” Jane said “You were in a nasty accident”
“Yes…” he said, recalling
But then he wondered about the tv show…
“What about the interview?” he asked
“Ah, that’s part of the conditioning” she smiled “Did you fuck your mummy?”
“Did I what?”
“Did you come in your mummy?” Jane asked “Helen acted as you mummy” Jane continued
“I…”
“Did you?” she asked “You must not lie”
He felt it too… a compulsion to tell her “Yes… yes I did…” he said
“Gooooood” she hummed as she tucked something off on the clip-board
“And… how do you feel about Mods?” she asked
“I… I love them…” he said
“And you’re not going to campaign against us?”
“No” he said “Don’t be silly”
“Good” she smiled and ticked another box
But he was confused… “I thought….” he began
“The accident?” she asked
“Yes”
“That was part of the conditioning too…”
“So I never…?”
“You were attached to one of our conditioning Mods” she smiled “But your mind had to make sense of why she was there… and the accident seemed a plausible scenario….”
“I understand” he said
“Do you?” she quizzed as the nurse unattached herself from him
“You were something of a thorn in our side” she said “All that trouble you were stirring up against us…”
“I… I know now…”
“Yes… of course you do” she grinned “No more parliamentary inquiries…”
“No, of course not” he said
“Good” she said “And here is your reward….”
She turned and Helen came in
“Hello there, Son” she smiled
“Mummy” he gasped
“Yes” she said
“She’s taken over the role now” Jane said as Helen undressed “She will do everything to please you…”
“I… I love my mummy” he said as the nurse pulled back the sheet to reveal his hardening cock
“Do you want mummy to ride baby’s cock?”
“Oh, yeah” he gasped as she went around to the side of the bed and then climbed onto him
“Oh, fuckkkkk” he gasped as she took his cock and slid down onto him, taking him in her ass
As she did her vagina opened and the flesh tube fell out like a lolling tongue
She pulled it, and it extended out and she connected to his belly-button, all the while her hips riding his cock.
“We are connected” she said to the doctor
“Good” Jane smiled
‘We want him to bring his wife to us for modification” Jane said
“Yes, doctor” Helen said and she began communicating with Tony’s mind
“Yes, mummy” he sighed in obedience
“She’s beginning to be a nuisance “ the doctor said, though she owed Helen no explanation
“Understood” Helen said as she continued to pump instructions into Tony’s pliable mind.
“Come” Janes aid to the nurse.
“Yes” the nurse said obediently
Tony groaned as his cock quivered and came in Helen’s tight ass-hole
He would be released from the facility that afternoon….