Aurora Sonett, A Bounty Hunter On A Backwater Planet.

At first you aren't sure what to make of the situation. Your training kicks in and you logically take in the facts available to you. You were lying on a thinly cushioned slab, a sort of medical examination table, until you sat up just now. Your armor and weapons are gone, replaced with a simple sterile gown that fails to cover your backside. All around you beeps medical equipment you don't fully understand. You inspect your body and find bandages and the slight sheen indicative of medical paste, a common way to seal up wounds and surgical incisions. Your dark skin is covered in the remnants of scars, some of them old, but you spot several new additions. You find a reflective surface in one of the blank monitors and inspect yourself as best you can. You're still a tall and powerfully built woman, a bit top heavy but perfectly acceptable given your **** height and toned muscles. Your dark hair is a bit longer and curlier than the pixie cut you usually keep it in, a sign you may have been out for several days.

And, of course, there's the dick now swinging between your legs just over your vagina. That's new. And you can't for the life of you come up with a logical explanation for it.

As you ponder this quandary there's a chime and you turn as the door slides open to reveal a woman in a tattered lab coat and an old skin tight jump suit. You see that sort of thing a lot on this moon. This style of efficient and easy to make clothing is popular among the poor and the one thing this place has in abundance is people who can't afford to leave it. She's a lot shorter than you but that isn't unusual. Her hair is gelled and spiked and has colors that range from blue-green to dark blue towards the tips. The coat has holes and stains and you get the feeling it's her only one.

She blinks at you and says, "Finally awake and already up, I see."

You nod and say, "I take it you've been looking after me?"

She nods and smiles, "You were a real mess when they dragged you out of the wastes. The physical damage was bad enough but you also suffered from severe dehydration and physical strain. Mind telling me what happened out there?"

You grimace, "I lost is what happened. I was chasing a bounty and got ambushed."

"You're after Dr. Arcturia," she says seriously. You nod and she says, "That might explain your...condition."

You stare down at your cock, an impressively sized one at that, and ask, "Any idea how this happened or how to get rid of it?"

"Well, it's advanced gene therapy combined with stimulated growth, I know that for sure. Impressive work, honestly. As for removal, I could technically do it with the right equipment but with what I have now I'm more likely to mutilate you further than help. Sorry."

You sigh, "Not your fault. Just gives me one more reason to catch my bounty."

You get off the table and start searching the room for your gear.

"I'm Suzanne, by the way," chimes the doctor. "Dr. Suzanne Arcadia."

"Aurora Sonett," you say offhandedly. "Where's my gear?"

She cocks her head and frowns, "Gear?"

"Yeah. My weapons, armor, equipment? I'm not much of a bounty hunter without the right tools."

"Um..." she looks away. "When the patrol found you they had to chase off some scavengers. They more than likely stole or scrapped your stuff."

You take a deep breath and let it out. It's okay. You have more gear on the ship. And that was well hidden out in the wastes to keep Arcturia from spotting you at one of the ports. Of course, the wastes are dangerous and you don't even have pants. Thankfully, Dr. Arcadia notices your frustration and mentions that a few locals have donated some clothing for you which should arrive momentarily. In the meanwhile, the two of you swap stories about the planet and your reasons for being here.

Your name is Aurora Sonett and you hunt people for money. After becoming disenchanted with the private military you were conscripted into at a young age you stole a ship, faked a crash, and started a new life using your skills to hunt dangerous people for money. And you're good at what you do. Your latest job is for Helix Inverse Incorporated, a biomedical company specializing in cutting age tech only the oligarchs can dream of paying for. One of their most brilliant and eccentric scientists, Dr. Tela Arcturia, stole some high level equipment and chemicals and made a violent break for it, destroying her old lab and killing many security guards on her way out. The company is paying you to track her down, put a stop to whatever she's doing, and retrieve her and something so classified they would only tell you it's called "H63". Your investigation has led you to Osiris, once a thriving mining moon orbiting a gas giant. The original plan was for several companies to band together in their operations and eventually use the money they earned to start harvesting rare and difficult to acquire resources from the planet below. But each company tried to betray the others until full blown wars broke out. The companies abandoned the people to their fighting which only fully stopped recently. Now the place is a powder keg full of people expecting wealth and glory and willing to do anything to get it. The moon has no official law or owner as the corporations are only just now starting to fight over the rights to the mineral rich ball of dirt. You have no clue why Arcturia came here but it's as good a place as any to get yourself lost.

The clothes arrive and you take stock. As you thought, it consists of the bare minimum, which is more than you could ask for given your dire straights. The underwear is functional and comfortable enough. You aren't used to wearing long briefs but they keep your new appendage in check and will work just fine until you can get your programmable garments from the ship. The rest of the clothes just include more skin tight body suits with built in foot support, a poor man's shoe. Your dick bulges noticeably even though it's soft but there's nothing you can do about it. As you gather up what little people had to offer a stranger out of kindness, some hygiene products and spoiled rations mostly, you consider how this all went so wrong.