Topic: Experimental Procedure
Its the first part of a story I wrote a while ago.
Unlike my other stories, it is not set in Belial, instead its is set in the near-future, where medical progress allows for more extreme surgical modifications.
“Sweetheart, are you sure, you want to do this?”
Miriam noticed the tone in her husband's voice. He was genuinely worried about her. About her well being. Such a sweety, always trying to be the protector. It was the reason she loved him. It was also the reason why she could be absolutely honest with him.
“Yes. I know the risks but I still want to go through with it.”
The procedure she had volunteered for was going to be one like no other, even though she did not know all the details yet. About two months ago she had seen an advertisement on her news feed by a large medical cooperation called CMTG, looking for someone to undergo what they described as an intensive, experimental body modification procedure. Apparently it was for research purposes and as a proof of concept. She had applied the same day and after a medical exam, they had chosen her as the perfect candidate. Maybe she had been the only candidate but it did not matter.
Miriam could not deny that she had always felt a fascination for the wild side of body modifications. It was not extreme piercings or expansive tattoos she meant by that but what could only be done via surgery. When she had been a child, she had seen videos of people with split tongues, fake horns or even a rare few that had gone so far as make themselves look like human animals. In the decades since medical technology had made massive leaps. Ultra-precise surgical robots, tissue-regenerating gels, gene-therapies to avoid rejection of transplants and many other achievements made it easier to alter the human body than ever before. Of course the most common use was still the treatment of disfigurements or ordinary cosmetic procedures. Extreme body modifications were still just a niche within a niche. However there were a lot more possibilities nowadays. Miriam had seen people with ears or tails transplanted from animals, a man with four functional arms and she had read a lot about all kind of bizarre things people had done to their genitals. The most extreme case she had ever heard of was that of a woman who had had her head transplanted onto the body of a male dog. Apparently it had been a desperate measure after a tragic accident, when there had been no human donor available in time. However, she apparently now enjoyed being mostly dog and would not want her old body back, even if she could.
Despite this interest, Miriam had never considered actually undergoing any modifications herself. She did not even sport a tattoo or piercings. Instead she had been living a pretty ordinary, almost boring life so far. She was not even entirely sure why she had answered the ad but something about it had triggered some deep desire within her, which she had not been able to shake off. Maybe it was an odd form of midlife crisis? She was in her early forties after all and had two adult children already. Nonetheless she had made her decision and would not go back.
“You do not even know what exactly they are going to do to you. What if you hate it?” John objected. He did not sound like he was trying to convince her to cancel the whole thing and she knew that he would not do so. Instead he wanted to make sure that she would not regret her choice.
He was right, though. All that Miriam knew from the interview was that the company wanted to push how much the human body could be altered with the technologies available. They did not give her a list of the exact operations they had planned, only that she would undergo a full sex change, with functional reproductive organs and her form would look neither human nor animal, instead aiming for something bizarre and surreal to grab public attention. They could turn her into a formless blob or hulking monster for all she knew. The only thing that was for sure was that she would end up with a penis. Despite her better judgment, the lack of information excited her and made her even more willing to go through with it. She told her husband the same.
He smiled in return. “Alright, sweetheart. That was all I wanted to hear. If you are sure then I will support you, no matter what.” The hug he gave her was a big relief. Despite her determination, she was still anxious. Of course she was, it was only natural. After all there were so many uncertainties and risks, not just about what her body would look like. What if this was too much for John to deal with after all? What if she ended up ostracised by the public? What if there was an accident or malpractice, turning her into a cripple? What if she ended up hating her new body?
“What about Samantha and Bill? You think they will be able to live with their mother becoming a freak?” she asked, actually worried this time. She had almost forgotten about her children in the matter, too much focused on her husband's reaction.
“I wouldn't worry about that,” he answered, his attitude completely changed now. “Samantha is living at the university and Bill will graduate in a few weeks and probably leave for college himself. They are old enough to deal with the situation and if they don't like it, it should not influence your decision.”
“You're, right,” Miriam replied, smiling for the first time. It felt like a weight had been taken from her shoulders. She stepped forward and embraced her dear husband. “Thanks for your support. You have no idea how much it means to me.”
“Don't worry,” he replied and kissed her gently.
The same evening Miriam checked in with CMTG and confirmed the date for the surgery. To John's surprise it was the next day already.
“Why so soon? Can't it be a later date?” He asked.
She almost seemed embarrassed when she replied: “True, but I thought waiting longer will only make me think it over again and again, to the point were I might start doubting my decision. Better to go through with it while my determination lasts.”
It was a good enough reason for John. Even, though he himself was still worried what the outcome of the procedure might be, he was determined to support his wife. If she wanted to be turned into some non-human freak, then so be it. The fact that the surgery included a sex-change, bothered him the least. It was no secret that he was bisexual. His wife had known since their first date. Although he liked her body as it was, he was sure that he would get used to her having a penis.
Nonetheless he took a good look at her. Despite being in her early forties and having two adult children, she looked at least a decade younger. Both of them had always been quite conscious of their health and so a good diet and regular exercise has left them in a rather good shape. His wife was a tall, slender woman with long brown hair and a face that showed only the slightest hint of wrinkles. In her youth she had been the most beautiful girl around and, to him, she still was. John's eyes wandered from her wide hips to her generous d-cups, that were still quite firm. He could get used to a penis but he was surely going to miss those. A promise was a promise, however.
“Bill is staying with a friend tonight,” John said, as he slung an arm around his wife's hip and pushed her gently towards him. “So how about we explore your old body a last time and give it a nice good bye.”
Miriam chuckled at the clunky attempt at flirting but then kissed her husband passionately. What followed was her last experience of sex as a woman.
It was five in the morning when they arrived at the hospital, a private facility owned by CMTG . Miriam's anxiety was palpable. Despite sticking to her decision, she could not deny that she was nervous. Not only about what the surgery would actually entail, but also the risks that came with every procedure of such scale. “No backsies now,” she told herself.
John was supportive the whole time. It was kind of amusing, how it was almost as if he the one trying to talk her into getting the surgery. Inside they were greeted by the CMTG specialists and supporting surgeons. Without losing much time, Miriam was lead to an antechamber to undress and lie down onto a stretcher. John stayed with her until it was time for her to be wheeled into the surgery room.
“I love you,” was all he said and all he really needed to say.
“I love you, too,” she responded as she disappeared into the other room.
When John left the antechamber, a doctor was already waiting there for him. He reassured him that Miriam would be safe and that the surgeons involved where the best in their respective fields. He also informed him that the surgery would take 12 hours and Miriam was meant to rest for at least 24 hours more. Nobody was to visit her until then.
He then gave John a list of all the individual procedures conducted on his wife's body. It left him speechless. The whole thing was far more extreme than anything he had imagined. Despite the doctor trying to help him better understand the medical jargon, he struggled to picture the final result, only that it could indeed no longer be described as human. A part of him was worried whether he should have talked his wife out of it after all. It was too late now, however, and all that was left to do for him was to be there for her. Who knew, maybe he would even like her new looks, even prefer it over her old self. Weirder things had happened.
On the way back home he calmed down and began organising everything for Miriam's eventual return. He informed their children but left out the details of the procedure, only that their mother would be alright but probably look very different. In fact he arranged for his son to stay with a friend for the rest of the week, so that Miriam could have a bit more time for herself when she came home.
At the 12 hour mark, the hospital gave him a call. The surgery had apparently been an absolute success. No complications and his wife was healing quickly. He only had to wait for another day until he could see what they had done to her.
“Your wife is ready,” the doctor said, waiting outside the recovery room that Miriam was in. “She has taken well to the healing-gel. Tissue has already mostly reknit. A week and she will be in top condition. However, it will take a while longer for the scars to fade fully.”
John barely listened, too excited to see his wife. It was a mix of wanting to see that she was alright and sheer curiosity what her modified body looked like. He nodded and thanked the man, when he was finally allowed in the room.
The moment he entered, his eyes went wide. There on the bed lay what he intellectually knew was his wife. Yet it was the most bizarre thing he had ever seen. The only part of her body he recognized at once where her feet. They were the same dainty, feminine feet he had known for so long. The familiarity just highlighted how different everything else had gotten. His wife's feet were still attached to two human legs. But they were no longer the long, slender ones he knew, instead the limbs were short and stout, little more than half the length they used to be. He could see the thin scars where the surgeons had taken out portions of her legs to shorten them to their current size. A deliberately placed blanket covered her crotch, although John had an idea what lay underneath.
Miriam's hips were still the same, too, although it was hard to tell, due to the changes to the rest of her torso. Her belly was round and distended, as if she was pregnant, while there was barely a chest above that, little more than a round bump, having no resemblance to a human ribcage. That was because her entire ribcage had been removed and replaced with a smaller structure to support what little was left of her upper body and allow her to breath. It was one of the few information that John actually remembered from the document. Many of her inner organs had been reduced in size or removed altogether, like one of her kidneys, so that her heart and lungs could be pushed down into what used to her her midsection. Nonetheless this compression of her organs had left her with such a swollen appearance. John noticed, that, although Miriam's breasts were gone, she ironically still had her nipples, set roughly were they would have been on a normal chest. They seemed a little out of place, being still the thick nipples of a woman that had given birth twice. Even more so, because they were currently fully erect, either due to his wife's own excitement or the breeze in the room.
Shoulders and arms had been removed with her ribcage. Their lack emphasized the rounded off appearance of her compact body and made her neck look even longer, sticking out from her body like a fruit's stem. What shocked John the most were the changes done to his wife's head and face. There was nothing left to recognize. All her hair had been removed, permanently, he knew. As a result John could easily see the extensive work the surgeons had done on his wife's skull to make it even more spherical. Not only had they chiselled away and smoothed out her brows and cheekbones, but also done some subtle modifications to the top and back of her head. They had even removed her ears, leaving not even holes. Instead she now possessed permanently implanted
amplifiers under the skin that would allow her hearing to function almost unimpeded.
While at least her eyes were technically unchanged, they seemed to stand out in an almost alien fashion, due to the drastic changes done to her skull. Below her eyes was the most bizarre alteration, in his opinion. His wife's nose had been removed altogether and covered over with skin, while her mouth was no longer a mouth. A brown, wrinkled sphincter replaced her once full, expressive lips. It was one of the most daring modifications. The surgeons had removed her entire lower jaw and parts of her upper jaw, before some complicated alterations to some of her facial muscles and mouth cavity to support the transplant. His wife's new mouth had once been the anus of a male organ donor, as far as he knew. He could actually see faint scars around the orifice where it had been attached to her face. As far as he was aware, she would have only limited control over the sphincter muscles, essentially no more than over her own anus. She still had a tongue inside her modified mouth, though, which had been surgically compressed into a thin tube more similar to an actual rectum. Eating should be no difficulty so long it was mushy or bite-sized.
“O-at do o-ou think?” John heard his wife say. She had certainly noticed his stare but her own eyes only betrayed an amused twinkle.
John was taken a little aback that words escaped that tight sphincter, although he had read that her ability to speak had been considered important to preserve. Due to the modifications to his wife's mouth and the loss of her nose, they had created a new opening just below her neck to breath from. Apparently it was very similar to procedures done on specific types of cancer patients decades ago. However the surgeons had used muscles from Miriam's original mouth and a small plate made from cartilage to create a biological valve, so she could close the orifice at will. It allowed her to breath in easily through this new opening and then breath out through her new mouth, speaking only with her tongue and voicebox. As a result her voice had a bit of an hollow note and was heavily slurred. On top of that it came with the sputtering sound of a fart.
“It looks a lot more extreme than I expected,” John said honestly. There was no point lying. “But I still love you. I guess I can get used to your new look.”
Even his last sentence was not a lie. With the initial shock wearing off, John realized that his wife's new body was not as repulsive as it might initially seem. It was surely very bizarre and kind of alien but not unpleasant to the eye, as far as he was concerned. Even the facial anus was not that big of an issue for him. Considering his sexual preferences, he even felt a little turned on by it, despite himself.
“O-ou o-ant to see it?” She fart-talked slowly. John knew what she meant and nodded.
Awkwardly using one of her legs to kick away the blanket, she revealed the secret that John already knew lay underneath. Between her legs was no longer the pink of her vagina but a rather sizeable penis. Even flaccid, it was at least seven inches long, with an appropriate girth and suitable balls in a very heavily wrinkled scrotum beneath. He knew that the organ had come from the same donor that his wife's facial anus originated from. He could see the faint scars of transplantation on her shaven crotch. John had known that he would technically be married to a husband after the surgery, but the reality of it, still send a shiver of emotions through his body. There was the understandable disbelief and some disappointment at the loss of his wife's femininity, but also an odd pang of excitement that left him feeling very positive.
“Didn't think you'd end up better equipped than me”, he said with a chuckle. It was actually true, although not by much. However his smile served to encourage his wife. Then he changed to more practical matters.
“Doctor says you are ready to go. You feel up to it?”
She nodded and shuffled her way off the bed. The movements were awkward. Not because of any lingering pain but she was clearly unused to her changed anatomy. Shorter legs, different centre of gravity, it would probably take some time for her to adjust. Nonetheless she managed to make her way to the edge of the bed and let herself carefully drop onto the floor. She landed on her feet, swayed a little but caught her balance. All the while John stood ready to catch and help her. However his worries turned out to be unfounded.
Despite the awkwardness and deliberate slowness of her movements Miriam was already able to get about by herself without the need of assistance. John was astonished how quickly they were able to make her body heal, while he helped her into a hospital gown, custom made for her new body shape.
“That's enuff, do not boffer about that,” she said when John looked around for her underwear. Of course her former pants would not have fit her new equipment at all, he realized, but her tone made it sound as if there was another reason why she preferred to go commando. There was that amused twinkle in her eyes again and John was sure she would have grinned if she was still able to.
Miriam's heart was racing as they left the room she had woken up in. She could hardly wait to see people's faces when they saw her. She had been turned into a freak and she loved it. Or was it “he” now? At least anatomically that was the case. Well, she would sort that out later. At the moment she was still utterly overwhelmed by it all.
She had woken up only a few hours after the surgery, almost a day before. The nurses had prepared a full-length mirror so she could get a proper look at her new self. It had been quite the shock. Unlike her husband, she had not been given any details on the extend of the body modifications. At first she had been overwhelmed by a sense of horror and disgust. Especially at the loss of her arms and the sight of the anus that now served as her mouth. It had been a natural reaction and it had faded quickly, replaced by curiosity.
She had volunteered to this after all, knowing full well that the result would be more extreme than anything ever seen before. In fact she had wanted it, embraced that long suppressed desire to be a freak. And a freak she was now. By god, she looked more like an alien than a human. So there was no reason for her to complain. Maybe she had gotten a little more than she had wanted but that had been the risk.
The drawbacks of her new form, she could deal with later. Her lack of arms was probably the biggest one but she had trust in John supporting her. She could still eat, drink and talk, even if it sounded more like she was farting words. While she had recovered from the surgery, the nurses had fed her a bland gruel and helped her to adjust to moving with her shortened legs.
By the time her husband had arrived, she had fully accepted her new form, liked it even, especially due to its bizarre and kind of repulsive nature. Now she walked through the corridors of the hospital, barefoot and only with that flimsy gown covering her body. Letting her new genitals hang freely underneath felt strange, like some foreign object stuck to her crotch, but also weirdly exciting. She could hardly wait using it.
It was not a long way to the exist but they still passed a good number of people, nurses, doctors, patients and visitors. Every single one of them stared at her as if they were seeing an extraterrestrial. She could not blame them. After all the whole point of the surgery had been to show the extend the human body could be altered into a new shape. She enjoyed the stares, the shock and confusion in their eyes. Even the disgust that showed on a few people's faces, she embraced. There was an overwhelming urge to just rip off her gown to show them the full extend of her inhuman form. Only the lack of arms prevented her from doing so. Miriam was surprised how much of an exhibitionist she turned out to be. The whole experience made her body tingle. It made her crotch tingle. Unused to the sensation, she noticed only belatedly that a tent had formed at the front of her gown. What was left of her face flushed with a pang of embarrassment but only for a moment. Overcoming the old reflex, she instead chose to own it. If she could not undress, then at least she could give the people something else to stare at.
John noticed her erection, too. He did not seem embarrassed but rather torn between surprise and worry. Miriam could not smile but threw him an amused wink instead, to let him know that she was alright. It helped to lift his spirit and he smiled in return. It did not matter to him that others were seeing her in her new state. The world would know about her in a few hours, anyway, as CMTG was going to present Miriam and the surgery done on her tonight in a worldwide life-stream. Fortunately his wife did not actually have to be present for that, as they were going to use only pictures and footage taken during and just after the surgery. They had promised to protect her identity as much as possible, but John was well aware that it would make little difference, considering how much his wife stood out now.
Outside the hospital, he helped his wife into the car, the seat a little too high to reach. She was sure she could climb up eventually but her legs were still a little stiff from the surgery. He strapped her in and off they went.
“You seem to be getting off on the attention, me thinks”, her husband mentioned with a grin, once they were on their way.
“I hobe I did not embarrass o-ou,” she said and added: “This feels amazing. Mever thought I o-as such a slut.”
“I see that,” her husband replied and chuckled, while nodding towards her crotch. She hadn't even noticed but her penis was still erect. She joined in the laughter, or at least tried, what came out of her mouth sounded more like repeated farts.
“Bill is staying with that Marty fellow for the rest of the week. That gives us four days to get to know one another,” John told her, as they arrived in their drive way.
Miriam was glad for this. She felt a strong urge to be intimate with her husband, her penis still hard and the tingling had evolved into something she clearly identified as arousal. She badly needed to be touched. That's why she darted straight inside once John had opened the door for her.
“Take this off of me,” she demanded with a surprising amount of force in her voice. But she needed to be naked.
John complied and pulled the gown off her body, noticing a wet stain where her cock had left an impressive amount of pre. He did not mind, instead there was a mischievous grin on his face. His wife was already having trouble to control her new manhood.
Free of the gown Miriam jumped onto the sofa. It seemed so much larger, like everything else did now, but she did not care. She leaned back into the soft upholstery and spread her short legs putting her erect penis on full display. It was the most erotic pose she could think of right now.
“So o-at do o-e do about this?” she said while gently swaying her cock.
Her husband got the very unsubtle hint. With a smile he pulled his shirt off and undid his trousers. Seeing his well-toned naked body drove Miriam's arousal to new heights. Never before had she felt so desperate to be touched. Luckily she did not have to wait for long. John went over to the sofa where he sat down right next to his wife. A fart-like yelp escaped her lips when he suddenly grabbed her shortened body with both hands, just to then lift her up and onto his lap. After a bit of shuffling he was comfortable, his wife pressed against his crotch, her short legs hanging over his thighs, giving him access to her throbbing manhood.
“This is so weird”, he mumbled, as he wrapped one hand around his wife's shaft.
“O-ou are not the one with a butt for a face,” she joked back, but her attention was entirely focused on her husband's beautiful hand gently stroking the penis. Her penis. She could still barely believe it but it felt so great, the sensation alien and yet familiar in ways that she would not have been able to describe in words. Slowly she found herself getting lost in the sensation. She did not even notice the hardness of her husband's own penis pressing into her lower back.
The pressure grew in her lower body, a deliciously odd feeling, getting closer and closer to her first male orgasm. Her husband's fingers were dancing across the sensitive skin of her shaft faster, his grip tighter. She did not notice how her breathing was quickening with the rhythm of his movements, weak farting noises escaping her mouth instead of moans. She was getting so close. Almost there.
Suddenly John's hand withdrew. Miriam was about to protest, arousal driving her desperate, but before she could do so, his hand shot underneath her balls and she felt his slimy, pre-covered finger penetrating her anus. Her confusion was immediately pushed aside by the pleasure. She never had had anal sex before. She had no idea it could feel that great. Each little twist of his fingers made her body jerk with pleasure. Her husband's wondrous fingers were gone far too quickly but Miriam understood now what he was going for. So she was not surprised, when he suddenly grabbed her by her hips again and lifted her up, an easy task, considering how much smaller her modified body was. He lowered her back down and Miriam finally felt her husband's cock slowly enter her lubricated sphincter.
She moaned loudly, his shaft stretching her far more than his fingers could have. John only grunted in response. Keeping a tight grip on his wife, he began thrusting his hips. He fucked her in earnest now. There was an energy behind it that neither of them had experienced in years. It was as if Miriam's transformation had just spiced up their sex life in away they could not have predicted.
Miriam couldn't care less. She was lost in an avalanche of new and overwhelming sensations. Her cock bobbing up and down, tingling with pleasure, her balls slapping against John's own testicles and thighs, not to mention her anus being stretched far beyond anything she had experienced before, while her husband's own manhood tickled a beautiful new organ deep inside her. She had no idea how long she could last, yet she did not want it to end.
“I love o-ou”, escaped her wrinkled lips, little more than a hoarse whisper. Meanwhile she turned her head around to look at her husband's face.
He did not say anything, instead he returned her lust filled stare with a smile and leaned forwards. His lips touched her facial anus. A true kiss was no longer possible, instead her husband's tongue shot out and penetrated her tight sphincter. A small echo of the pleasure spreading from her rear end blossomed in her face. That was the last drop. Her body shuddered, as her first male orgasm overtook her. Ropes of white cum erupted from the tip of her cock, the transplanted testicles already producing a healthy amount of semen. Miriam screamed in pleasure, a weird combination of a feminine voice and a loud fart. The surgery had been a blessing, her new cock a beautiful gift. While she had started to enjoy her freakish looks in the hospital, this was the moment she fully and whole heartily embraced what she had become, sex-change and everything.
She was so caught up in the tidal wave of new sensations, that she completely missed John's heavy grunt and his own hot semen flooding her rectum. Eventually the pleasure subsided, Miriam's penis stopped ejaculating and started to drop. Her orgasm could have lasted for a few seconds or hours, she did not know. Exhausted and happy she slumped back into her husband's chest, causing John's softening manhood to slip out from her stretched sphincter at last.
He looked as tired as she felt but also content. Miriam had no illusions how lucky she was to have a husband like him. She had been made into some monster and yet he hadn't hesitated to make love to her and she could tell that he had enjoyed it, too. For some long, calm moment they just lay there, breathing heavily and looking into each other's eyes. John could not take his eyes off from the weird but also enticing sight of a large anus pulsing in what used to be his wife's face.
“I love you, too,” was all he could think of to say.
- to be continued -