Biomods Inc. The Okada Collection

By Randall Rogue

Lisa Okada loves her job, making house calls to install new “bio-mods,” biomechanical enhancements that improve on the human body. The hours are good, and she loves the work she does; she even has a few herself. This collection follows her sexy trials and tribulations through three episodes of delectable body modification fun.

Contains all three episodes from the BIOMODS Inc. series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dapper Rat Publishing
• Release date: Jul 10, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310145247

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BIOMODS Inc. The Okada Collection

Randall Rogue

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events reside solely in the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

© 2015, Dapper Rat Publishing. No portion of this work can be reproduced in any way without prior written consent from the author with the exception for a for a fair use excerpt for review and editorial purposes.

This title is for adults only. It contains explicit sex acts, adult themes, and material that some folks might find offensive. Please keep out of reach of children.

Table of Contents

BIOMODS Inc. Function Follows Form

BIOMODS Inc. Beta Testing Troubles

BIOMODS Inc. Flexibility Package

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BIOMODS Inc. Function Follows Form

The technician sat on the sofa and drummed her fingers on the equipment case while the customer equivocated. The small movement wasn't an act of impatience, just that awkward fiddling that fills the silence between strangers. Whether the lady wanted to go through with it or not didn't really matter, and it really wasn't her place to push in either direction.

Does it hurt?

Snapped back to the present by the question, the technician brushed a snow white strand of hair behind her ear, tried to look reassuring, and shook her head. Nope. The area is numbed so you don't feel anything directly. You can sort of sense the machine rummaging around inside you, not painful of course, but that may be the brain providing phantom sensations that it expects to be there when none actually exist.

The customer furrowed her brow and looked back at the pamphlet. She took a huge breath and let it out slowly as if trying to calm herself. She glanced at the BIOMOD Inc. tag pinned to the technician's shirt and read the technician's name again. Ms. Okada, can I make a bit of an embarrassing confession?

The technician steadfastly refused to allow a smile to creep across her face. She knew what was coming, and making light of it would be unkind. Please, you can call me Lisa, and I don't judge. Feel free to say anything.

The woman nodded. I suppose you can call me Tess then. The truth is that when I submitted my request on your company's website I was...

Her face fell and she hid it behind one slender hand.

Time to through her a rope. Tess, your order came in at three in the morning on a Saturday. Would it be safe for me to assume that perhaps that you had been partaking in some liquid refreshment earlier that evening?

Tess looked up, her bright eyes slightly hunted. She saw Lisa's expression and her face broke into a shamed smile, then a laugh. Yeah, I was drunk off my ass. I take it this has happened to you before.

Lisa smiled in response. About once a month. Look, if you don't want to go through with it, just let me know. Up until the moment the machine turns on, you can get out of it with just a small consultation fee.

Whew, OK. That's good to know.

You want to call it off?

No, not just yet. I mean, I was interested before and you came all this way out here. I might as well explore the idea.

The trip from Lisa's office to this tastefully decorated living room hadn't actually been all that great and house calls were part of the job, but if the customer still wanted to consider it, that was her prerogative.

Well, I can answer any questions you might have about the procedure or living with the alteration.

At this, Lisa cocked her head to one side, looking a little lost.

Seeing the other's face, Lisa continued. Oh, I had one installed about a year ago. The company likes to send out techs who have the mod in question for home visits. It's to better relate, they say.

Almost on cue, the customer scanned her up and down. You've got one? I'd never have guessed.

Lisa shrugged. It's not hard to hide if you know what you're doing; drag queens have been doing so for decades and we go through a lot of effort to make sure any mod we install can pass under the radar if need be. The hair's a pretty obvious exception. She pointed a the follicles in question; the hair was indeed an unnatural color, not a very pale blonde, but an actual pure white. "But it's kind of meant to stand out. I'll bet you can't guess how many other