Selling my dignity - LA 2083 - Chpt 1 - 2 [Sci-fi] [sph] [Sissyfication][Shrinking]

Chapter 1 - Welcome to Los Angeles 2083 The short Italian man looked at me with stern eyes. He was pissed at me, once again. [Rubio]: “You know Mark, I like you but if you don’t pay me back soon enough, some bad things might happen to you.” [Mark]: “Sorry Rubio, I’m doing my best and you know that. Still when you lent me that cash you didn’t tell me the 20% interest was monthly and not yearly… I’m barely able to keep up with the interests alone for god sake.” [Rubio]: “Don’t blame me, nobody forced you to take that money. Anyway, I’m gonna give you one last chance. You have 24 hrs to get at least 2000$.” [Mark]: “Fuck… Alright, I’ll figure something out.” [Rubio]: “And remember. It’s the last time I’ll let you make a late payment.” He said, while squashing the cigar he was smoking the whole time. I exited the small shoe shop that housed the operation of this wanna-be gangster. How did I get myself into this shit? I only wanted to become a musician in this city of angels. As a 21 yrs old guy, I traveled across the country to try to make it here. I thought I’d easily find a band and get some gigs. But Alas, most of my money comes from playing my guitar on the sidewalks. In 2086, you’d think that the advancements in technology would have made everyone's lives easier and full of wonderful things. I guess that’s true but only if you’re rich, like extremely rich. In my case, I can barely afford my 35 sqft apartment. It’s more a box with a bed and some storage than an apartment to be fair. The money I saved up in high school vanished in a blink of an eye here. At first, I thought I was lucky when Rubio found me. When he saw that my card had been declined at the bar, he paid for the drink I was trying to give to a girl. The girl quickly left when she realized I was a brokeass, but Rubio stayed. He started to tell me how it was hard to make it in this city. [Rubio]: “You know kid when I was young things were even tougher. There were shootings every day, crackheads were waiting to stab you at every corner I tell you.” He said gesturing the stabbing motion with his hands. [Mark]: “So, why did you stay?”. I asked him. [Rubio]: “Oh you know, the usual. Found a great woman. Got lots of friends and connections here. And to be honest I’m used to it now. Also, it’s less of a shithole now. Still hard to make it without friends. Anyway, what brought you here?”. He asked, turning his gaze to me while sipping his beer. [Mark]: “I want to make it as a musician… A guitarist.” I responded a bit embarrassed. I still remember his shocked expression, with tears of laughter coming to his eyes. Even in the dim light and cigarette smoke of the bar, I could see his obvious reactions. [Rubio]: “Pffff! Hahahaha! A musician! Hahaha. I like you kid, but come on hahaha. You’re like all these other young ones that come to this city with stupid dreams. Just get a job or something. Anyway… If you need some money, just let me know. Me and my friends, we got a thing going on. I’d be able to help you out for not too much interest, well at least less than the other ones, you know.” From that day on, every time I lacked the money to pay rent or food, I’d text him to borrow some more. But I finally got to my limit. Or at least the limit of what I’m worth according to him, based on what my organs would be worth on the black market… I’m just scraping the bottom of the barrel. I take every odd job I can. But it’s not enough. It’s never enough. Once I got home, I took a shower in the communal bathroom of my block. As I showered, I took a look at my own body. “I guess that's all I’m left with now”, I thought to myself, as I held my long cock in my hand. I don’t own anything besides my own body and that’s just until Rubio sends me to the chop shop if I don’t find the cash. “... The chop-shop!” Why didn’t I think of that before! I could go there, and well… Sell parts of myself. With the technology nowadays, it was possible to swap organs. But most of these places were highly illegal. But what could I sell? A kidney? Maybe, but if I lose the other one I’ll be dead… Maybe some muscles? Who am I kidding, I don’t know anybody with arms more slander than me. My gaze went down to my schlong. Fuck, that’s the only good part of me, but I guess at this point it’s that or nothing. This realization left me conflicted. On one part I’d be able to live, but on what path am I going with this? I left the shower to go to the sink. While I was washing my beardless face, a familiar voice echoed in the back of the communal bathroom. [James]: “Hey Wimpy! You a rockstar yet?” [Mark]: “Oh fuck you, James. Not today” [James]: “Oi calms down, my man. I’m just checking in on you. No need to be like that. Anyway, won’t you guess it? Your boy, the man itself, James ‘fucking’ McRoy got another promotion!” He said, lifting his hands in the air and mimicking the sound of a roaring crowd. [Mark]: “Oh wow. Now you’re a robot oiler level 46?” I responded sarcastically. [James]: “I see that you’re still a hater. But no, I’m the assistant manager of robotic maintenance at the prestigious 17th warehouse in LA. Might not seem like it, but you probably won’t see me for long in this garbage apartment block”, he said, puffing his chest. [Mark]: “Well, finally something positive. I won’t have to look at your ugly mug anymore” I said grinning. [James]: “Bastard haha. Wanna drink a beer to celebrate? It’s on me” I can’t refuse free beer. In this day and age, free is a rare word. Anyway, the tv in his room had some channels on it. Mine can only view ads, I don’t have any money to pay for those things. And so I spent the night watching some football, drinking, and listening to James telling stories on how he arrived every day, 1 hour early to his job to get that promotion. Gosh, that man is truly a corpo-rat. But rats do seem to be the only thing thriving in this city. So he might be onto something. [Mark]: “Wow, it’s already 30 past midnight. I have a big day tomorrow. I’ll go now. Thanks for the grub” I excused myself. [James]: “Alright, see you around, rockstar.” He waved at me as I closed his door. My own apartment was only three doors away. I remember when I met James. He was holding a party at his place and was making so much noise. Who the hell holds a party in a 35 sqft room!? Anyway, I was going to complain to him about the noise, but after I knocked on his door he opened it and immediately handed me a beer before drunkenly mumbling: “I don’t know you? Watherver, join in. There’s still a bit of space left” and after that, I just stayed in the room jammed with 4 other people. From that day on, he’d invite me to watch some football games with his friends and so on. As I sat on my bed, I was finally back alone with my own thoughts in my room. I remembered my plan to sell my dong… Or at least most of it. I took it out of my pants, looking at its impressive length of 10”. It’s not huge, but almost, you know. I should at least use it one last time, I thought. I took an old porn magazine from under my bed since free online porn was now nonexistent. Everything is a subscription nowadays, well not for my old trusty magazine. I turned the page, looking at those bimbos with inflated curves. Juicy lips sucking on veiny cocks and so on. But I know, I’d always fall back on the same one. That innocent-looking milf (ain’t that a paradox). In those days of silicon tits and neon hair, she looked like from another decade with her dark hair and humble but perky breasts. One hand petting her pussy, the other at her mouth, sucking her finger. It was always hitting just the right spot for me. My large cock was filling up. Raising, and hardening in my hand. I swayed my hand up and down my shaft, retaining my moans with my eyes focused on the page. I could feel my cock starting to throb. I never lasted long, but I guess that’s a good thing since most girls I’ve been with couldn’t handle this large phallus for more than a couple minutes before it was too much for them, and rarely did they ever call me back for more. I could feel it. Precum was flowing out my tip. I glanced one last look at the oiled body on the magazine and blasted my load in a kleenex. “So far buddy, it was fun while it lasted” I stupidly whispered to my cock. Chapter 2 - Bye Big Guy The next day - It was hot, as always in LA. The smell of garbage and asphalt seemed especially pungent in the morning. I guess the lack of wind in those early hours made these odors sink more than usual. I looked at my phone and back at the sign on the veterinary clinic. I was at 6084 State street… That’s the address Raymond, a friend of Rubio, gave me when I asked where the chop shop was. The ride there was hellish as usual, with three bus transfers in the scorching heat of LA. But I made it there. I just didn’t expect it to be a veterinarian clinic.

I entered the clinic, which oddly didn’t have any sounds of animals in it… I approach the receptionist and asked: [Mark]: “Hi, I’m here to see dr. Nguyen?”, I read the name of the doctor from Raymond's message. [Receptionist]: “Mmhh, let me look at the files. Did you have an appointment with him?” She asked coldly. [Mark]: “Uhm no, but it’s Mr. Raymond that referenced her to me…” She stared at me for a second as if she was judging if I was trustworthy or something. [Receptionist]: “What’s your name?” [Mark]: “Mark Loeffler” [Receptionist]: “Take a seat, I’ll go see if she has any free spot for you” I sat down in the dark little waiting room. The contrast between the scalding sun I experienced outside and the overpowering AC in this room was making me shiver. There were some pet food posters on the wall, but they were so old that they were starting to discolor. Finally, I heard a voice coming from the end of the corridor behind the receptionist's desk. I didn’t understand it as it was in a foreign language. It stopped for a few seconds and then the voice of an old lady rang from the end of the corridor. [Dr. Nguyen]: “Mr. Loeffler, come here please.” She said, gesturing to enter the room she came from. I sprang up from my seat and proceeded to follow her instruction. As I entered the cold and clean-looking room, the doctor closed the door behind me. The “bed” was a table surface of stainless steel, the same material that covered the other counters. Over the bed was a complex machine with needles, saws, and pincers held by robotic arms. It looked powerful but delicate at the same time. All around the room, surgical equipment could be found. [Dr. Nguyen]: “So Mr. Loeffler, why are you here today. I see you don’t have an animal with you” The doctor still seemed to distrust me. [Mark]: “Well… It’s just that I need money and a friend of mine, Raymond, told me about your… chop-shop?” [Dr. Nguyen]: “Don’t call it that! All my customers are consensual adults. I offer the best services at the best price. I’ll assume you have something to sell me? If your eyes are in good condition I could give you 1200$ each 500$ if you want an inferior replacement instead of nothing.” [Mark]: “I need more” [Dr. Nguyen]: “More! You know I need to make a profit. Maybe one of your arms for 5000$, But I won’t give you any replacement!” [Mark]: “I can’t… I’m a guitarist. I need that. I was thinking maybe to give my cock?” [Dr. Nguyen]: “Are you joking? Little dick men like you come here every day trying to sell their tiny junk. I don’t want any of that” [Mark]: “But… But mine’s big” [Dr. Nguyen]: “Oh yes sure, like I’ve never heard that before. Alright, I’ll entertain you. Show me your ‘big’ dick, Mr. Loeffler.” I proceeded to undo my pants and took out my penis. I gave it a few shakes to show its true size. As it grew, the stern stare of dr. Nguyen turned from bothered to serious. [Dr. Nguyen]: “I see, I see. Not too bad indeed. I could sell that. I think I already have a customer in mind. For 3200$ I take it and make you a eunuch,” she said, focused on my cock. [Mark]: “What’s a eunuch?” [Dr. Nguyen]: “Someone with nothing in between legs. Just pee hole. No risk of STD like that.” [Mark]: “Ah ok. No, that's a bit too much for me.” [Dr. Nguyen]: “Ok then. I see yours is about 9”. I have a good replacement of 5". But you only get 1000$” [Mark]: “No sorry… I need at least 2000$” [Dr. Nguyen]: “You’re a difficult customer Mr. Loeffler. Let me look at my current library. And don’t mention pussy! Pussy is worth more than your dong. Too many men want to have pussy.” She said, sighing to show how bothersome I was to her. She looked through the pages of her tablet. Swiping away, mumbling things to herself in her native language until she stopped abruptly. She zoomed in on her tablet, straining her eyes. [Dr. Nguyen]: “Here! I got a good one! I almost forgot I had this in here. But don’t worry it stays good in cryogeny. It’s a wonderful 2.5-inch cock. The foreskin is intact. No STD. Excellent nerve contact. Good shape. Proportionally sized balls and scrotum. 30 days guaranteed” [Mark]: “Only 2.5 inches! And is that hard or soft? How how much would I get” [Dr. Nguyen]: “You’re really a whiny one Mr. Loeffler. 2000$ and I’m doing you a favor. Look at the image of it. Very good shape and will hit the g-spot easily. It’s thick for its length” I looked at the photo of the small phallus, and to be honest it reminded me of my own cock… from when I was 5 or something like that. But I guess I didn’t have any other choice. [Mark]: “Ok… That will do” I nodded. [Dr. Nguyen]: “Very good choice Mr. Loeffler. You get money for selling your big dick, but still, get to keep another very good dick. Ms. Young will bring you some paperwork then we’ll proceed to surgery. It’ll be over soon. Barely an inconvenience” The receptionist gave me some forms to sign and indicate my blood type and other medical questions. To be honest, the rest was a blur. I remember taking my clothes off, putting on a gown, and laying on the stainless steel table. Dr. Nguyen, who was now wearing surgical apparel, gave me a countdown. At each second of the countdown, a gas mask held by a robotic arm of the machine over me was inching its way down on my face. At “0” the mask sealed contact on my face and darkness enveloped me. When I woke up, I was in another room. No longer was I on a steel table. I was now in a standard hospital bed. Other than being light-headed, I was not in any pain. As I came back to my senses, I became conscious of my surroundings. The room had nothing special other than the hospital bed itself. It even had some other animal posters on the walls. I moved a bit to unstick my balls off my leg, a muscle memory reflex, and there it was… The absence of what I had. I lifted the bed sheets and my gown off my crotch to see what I had. So small. It was so small that I had to do a bit of a sit-up to see it all. Wow. There were no other words. In its limp state, it was not much more than 1.5 inches. And the balls? I had to probe to make sure I had some. At least I would never have the problem of balls sticking to my legs in the future, gosh. Even though it was limp, my tiny cock stood perpendicular to my body because of its small size. How does it look when it’s hard? Only one way to find out. Obviously, I couldn’t grab it with my whole hand now, so I took it in between my index and thumb. Gently stroke it. Fuck! I was surprised, even though it was so small, it was full of sensation! It quickly grew to almost 2.5 inches (I knew she lied to me) and the feeling was electric. Every gentle stroke of my fingers made my whole body jerk. The tight foreskin was still covering my head. I pulled it down to uncover my new glans. It was really elastic and so tight. I could feel my little balls tensing up as I continued to pull down on my foreskin and all of a sudden like a little elastic passing over a knub, it passed the large part of the head and uncovered the bright pink glans. It was shiny with precum, I gently stroked it back up but that was too much! Little jets of cum erupted from my new little guy. From the other corner of the room, I heard a loud gasp! It was Ms. Young, the receptionist. Shit! [Ms. Young]: “I came to check on you and you seem to be doing fine. Hehe. The funds should be successfully transferred. When you feel ready, just let me know and I’ll bring you your clothes… and some tissues maybe”, she said, refraining herself from laughing at my little erupting knub. [Mark]: “I… yes, sorry. You can bring me my clothes. I’m ready to go” My face was red with embarrassment. I just wanted to get out of this place. As soon as I received my clothes I got out of the office. I had only one objective. Getting to Rubio in time. I sprinted to catch the right buses and made all the transfers necessary. One thing that did catch me off guard was how empty my crotch felt. On the one side, it was nice to not have a big package bother me. But on the other hand, I felt judged. I don’t know why, But I felt like everyone knew that I now had a tiny package. Every laugh of the girls on the bus felt directed at me. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s how it felt. I guess girls with small tits might feel like that. As soon as I got to the shoe shop of Rubio, I made a b-line for his office. As I entered, I saw he was in his office chair with his back to me. [Mark]: “Hey Rubio, I got the money” [Rubio]: “I know” [Mark]: “Ain’t that great? Wait… how do you know?” [Rubio]: “Who do you think dr. Nguyen called to know if you were a snitch?” [Mark]: “Oh… Yeah sorry about that, but it worked” [Rubio]: “Yeah sure it worked, but you got scammed the fuck out! Shit Mark, you should have come to me instead! Now, what’re you gonna do next month? Sell your fucking arm? Your body is my guarantee of payment if you didn’t understand. I own it! You can’t go sell that shit like that!”