Blackmarket mod dealer

"Hey man, you lookin' to buy some mods?" A shady looking man whispers to your father, approaching him silently from behind, opening the side of his trench coat and flashing several rows of pockets in the lining.

"Gu-huh??" Your father yelps, jumping with surprise and pulling your head towards him by the hair, jamming his entire length into your throat and smashing your nose into his pelvis. He recovers from the shock quickly but doesn't let you up, using it as an excuse to hold you down and slowly milk his cock with your throat while he talks to the strange man.

"Do you have any of those soft vibrating teeth? Oh! Or the beer titties! Do you sell beer titties?" Kevin asks, getting more and more excited as he thinks of all the mods he wants to get installed on you. You feel him getting even harder in your esophagus and you make a whining noise of complaint for not being consulted over getting your teeth removed. "Oh, and she wants the clit in the throat thing."

"Dude, those are all permanent mods that cost thousands of dollars and require extensive surgery to get installed... I ain't got any of those... You'll need to go to a doctor for that shit... or a dentist."

"Oh...." Your father says in disappointment, his waning excitement reflected in his cock in your throat. "Well what do you sell?"

"Patches."

"Patches?"

"Man, you ain't heard of patches?" The suspicious looking man asks, handing your father a few small adhesive squares that look like nicotine patches with degrading messages written on them. "Check this out: Each patch contains billions of context sensitive nanobots delivered via intradermal injection to the part of the body they are placed on, causing a temporary modification depending on where they're placed."

Kevin stares at one labeled 'CUM DUMPSTER' with a confused look. "Intradermal what now?"

The man gives your father an irritated look for not understanding. "Psh, aight, lets say you put that patch on your girl here's chest; the nanobots will go to work enlarging her mammary glands and expand her breasts by two or more cup sizes for about 24 hours."

Your father stares at the patch in his hand incredulously as his cock throbs with excitement again in your throat. "Woah, no way... Really? What else can they do?"

The man looks up and thinks for a second, eventually listing everything he can remember quickly, "Above her asshole will tighten it, above her cunt increases sensitivity, on the forehead increases libido... You can even put one on yourself to increase your cock size or sperm production! The instructions are written on the back."

"Sold! How much?"

"$100 dollars," he says, "Each. Cash only."

Your father thrusts into your throat even harder as he lifts one of his butt cheeks to get his wallet out of his back pocket. He counts the contents. "I didn't bring much cash today... I've got $285... can I get a discount on three?"

The suspicious man scoffs but grabs the money from your father, counting it himself. "Fine, but the third one is a little defective since it has way too many nanobots on it." He shoves three patches into your father's hand.

"Wait, too many nanobots makes it defective?" Your father asks, looking at the patches. One is significantly darker than the other two.

The man shrugs, already walking away now that the deal is concluded. "You didn't get that shit from me man, I don't know what you're talking about."

Your father flips over a patch and reads the instructions on the back, excitedly thrusting harder and harder into your throat as he looks at all the modifications the patches can do.

He silently decides where to put the first patch.