Cocksmetic Surgery 2 - by ArtixLV

Nano surgery had long intrigued Karen. The rumors said you could change yourself any way you wanted. While it was not an officially available procedure, a lot of parlors had started operating in the shadow. This, of course, meant no liability on the part of the parlors, which Karen was made keenly aware of when she made her appointment. Slimming of the waist, enlarging of the breasts and butt, reduction of body fat, were all things Karen had requested, and eventually signed off on. Today was the day of her appointment, and she found herself outside the inconspicuous building ahead of time. A cold breeze made her shiver, or perhaps it was anticipation, or anxiety. Weird rumors about nano surgery had started circulating online, but the results were undeniable. There were even videos showing the entire procedure, how breasts grew three sizes, how faces were completely restructured, all with a simple injection. Despite her reservations Karen had made a choice to change herself, and she was determined to not chicken out like she had done far too often in other walks of life.

Entering the otherwise empty lobby, Karen found a woman clad in white behind the counter, typing away at her computer. As she laid her hands to rest on the counter, the woman looked up at her with her piercing black eyes.
“Karen, I assume?” she asked, keeping eye contact.
“That’s right,” Karen stammered, averting her eyes from the woman’s gaze.
“Step right this way,” the woman replied, pointing her towards a door with the words “Dressing Room” spelled out in bold letters. Swiftly moving her eyes between the woman and the door, she nodded and moved along. The woman followed, and entered behind her into the remarkably ordinary dressing room. A couple lockers adorned the walls, with wooden benches situated nearby. A communal dressing room, in other words, but Karen was alone, besides the other woman. “Please undress before the procedure.” She said, looking at Karen. Karen nodded in response. “Wait here until I pick you up for the procedure.” With that, Karen was left alone.

It didn’t take long for the woman clad in white to return. At that point, Karen was completely naked. With a knock on the door, the receptionist stepped in through the door, and Karen covered herself.
“Follow me to the operating room,” the other woman said with a courteous nod. Without waiting for Karen to respond, she handed her a robe, which Karen happily put on before they both exited into the hallway. From the corner of her eye, Karen could see another person waiting by the counter, a tall, dark-haired woman with pierced ears and red highlights. The white clad woman was already some way ahead of her, and Karen hurried after her without further holdups.

Karen was told to leave the robe outside the room she’d just entered. it was a large, white room, with a single reclined operating table in the very middle. The floor, walls and roof were all made out of white tiles. The woman gestured for her to sit down. Karen glanced around the room nervously before complying. There was no gallery for spectators to look upon her during the procedure, thankfully, but she was still feeling bothered by being naked together with the other woman. With a sigh, Karen laid down on the slightly inclined table, and let the woman strap her in. For her own safety, she’d been told when signing the paperwork.
“Your attendant will be with you shortly,” the woman said before leaving the room.

Shortly thereafter someone else to enter the room. Having both her arms and legs bound, Karen couldn’t cover herself up, but the incline let her easily see the visitor. She quickly recognized her as the woman from the reception, with the pierced ears and dark hair. Looking at her face, it was clear she was of Asian heritage. Her clothing did not suggest she was her attendant, however.
“Hi there, Karen. My name is Michelle,” she said with her right arm extended. Karen just looked dumbfounded at her, before Michelle realized her mistake. With a playful chuckle, she brushed it off. “I’m happy to be here with you today, and I’m sure you’re as excited as I am about this.” Michelle placed a small suitcase on the floor beside the operating table, and crouched besides it, opening it. As she grabbed the small syringe inside it, Karen finally found the words she’d lost.
“Certainly,” she stammered. “I’ve been waiting for this all week.” Michelle stood up, syringe in hand, and smiled back at her.
“I’m glad to hear that. Not everyone is as brave as you.” It certainly had taken a fair amount of bravery on Karen’s part, especially lying strapped to an operating table in front of a complete stranger.

Without any prior warning, Michelle pierced Karen’s abdomen with the syringe, and injected the grey liquid into her. Nanomachines, designed to alter her on a cellular level.
“These things are wonderful, aren’t they? Letting us do such radical things to our bodies,” Michelle said, marveling at the now empty syringe. Karen had nothing to say to that, and closed her eyes in hopes of being finished quicker. The less she had to be naked in front of a stranger, the better. She closed her eyes and thought happy thoughts, waiting for the nano surgery to begin. But before she could feel any changes to her body, she felt something pressing on her groin. Opening her eyes, she found herself staring directly into a pair of tits, very similar to the ones she wanted. But these tits were attached to MIchelle, who was sitting on top of Karen with a smile on her face. With a shallow, nervous laughter, Karen looked Michelle into the eyes.
“What are you doing,” she asked just as Michelle started grinding on top of her.
“This is how the procedure goes,” Michelle replied. Karen found it odd that the procedure required another, naked woman to grind on her crotch, but didn’t question it as she could feel something happening in her nethers.

A tingling sensation unlike anything she’d felt before started emanating from the area in contact with Michelle. It pulsed and intensified rhythmically, before gradually fading away. Michelle had stopped grinding midway through, and was smiling happily all the way.
“You felt that? We should be connected now,” Michelle said happily.
“Connected? What do yo-,” Karen tried to say, but she was interrupted by a powerful shiver running through her body, robbing her of her speech.
“Oh, that felt great!” Karen could hear Michelle say through her hazy sensation of her surroundings. Michelle moaned passionately as another shiver hit Karen. She could feel drool running down her cheek, her eyes watering over, and her toes curling as her senses gradually returned. Michelle’s hands were running over her body now, feeling increasingly pleasant as she rubbed her all over. Still hazy from the sudden shocks, Karen tried to compose herself and ask again.
“What do you mean that we’re co-,” she managed to say before another wave of delightful shivers, more like spasms at this point, interrupted her.
Karen tried to support herself on her elbows, to get a good look what Michelle was doing. Propping herself up, she could see Michelle massaging her own breasts, she, too, drooling ever so slightly. It was then Karen realized what she had done. Looking at her own hands, Karen’s world was shattered in an instant. Her hands were gone, her arms ending at the elbows. The flesh was moving on its own, and seemed to be receding even further into her arm. Indeed, as Karen watched, she could see her arms grow shorter, she could feel her shoulders narrowing, and with these realizations a need to scream, to get away filled her every being. She looked at Michelle, still vigorously feeling herself up, and the point where their groins touched. However, there was no seam between the two women. To Karen, it looked like they were well and truly connected, physically. She wanted to scream, but another wave of spasms washed over her, more pleasurable now than before, and she lost all strength, collapsing back onto the operating table.

Michelle’s attention shifted down towards Karen again. With her hands, she rubbed Karen as she changed. Her arms had receded completely into her torso already, and looking back, even her legs had started shriveling. Tears started welling up in Karen’s eyes as she realized she had no control over her limbs anymore. Any attempt at moving her legs were met with no movement at all. The spasm were recurring at faster intervals, and thinking straight became harder and harder every time. She could hear Michelle moaning, and her hands touching her increasingly sensitive body. With the last bit of willpower, she tried speaking up, but all she managed to get out was drool, salty, viscous drool, that started pooling on the table.
“You’re going to look so good on me as my new cock, Karen,” Michelle said between shallow breaths and moans.

The tears started running when Karen realized what she was turning into. A piece of meat between a stranger’s legs, a fuckstick with no face, no future, no purpose other than to make her owner feel good. She could feel her legs fusing together, forming a sizeable scrotum underneath Michelle, two testicles forming shortly afterwards. Michelle’s rubbing made her feel increasingly delirious, as the pleasure overwhelmed her already exhausted brain. She could feel her bones melting away, her body hollowing out, connecting the passage to her mouth. She could feel another heartbeat, other than her own, and how her body was intrinsically linked to Michelle’s, her blood flowing into Karen, Karen’s lust flowing into her. The skin on her now almost cylindrical upper body started moving upwards, folding on itself, pressing against her chin. As the loose flap of skin started lurching over her head, Karen took one final look at Michelle’s face, and the look of unbridled pleasure it conveyed. As Karen gave in to the pleasure, the skin closed in over her head, and everything became dark.

The hands rubbing all over her body made Karen go crazy with excitement. Her body was hard, rigid. All she wanted was to be touched, to climax. She could feel her head exposed to the air outside, but everything was still dark. But she could feel a small, damp alcove trying to cover her head, and failing. She felt a tongue running all over her, desperately trying to lap up the nectar flowing from her mouth. She could feel a pair of hands trying to grab around her, and failing. With every touch, every breath on her body, she could feel her entire body tense up, herself getting closer to the edge. The rubbing became more frantic as the pleasure neared its eventual conclusion, the mouth moving away, her entire being rigid and tense. And with one final, desperate stroke, Karen felt her legs, or rather, her balls, heave up, and unleash their sticky load. Karen felt jets of cum shoot through her body, out her mouth, landing far away. As Karen’s body slowly grew soft, she listened to the things around her, Michelle’s laboured breathing, to the humming of the lights, and the sticky sound of her own head being covered by her own foreskin. The absurdity of her, a cock, having the sense of hearing was not lost on her as she drifted off into a deep slumber.

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When Karen came back to her senses, she could hear Michelle talking to the receptionist she had previously met.
“And it’s not traceable, right?” Michelle said.
“Patient confidentiality is our top priority, madam,” the other woman replied. Karen could feel herself tucked tightly into a pair of way too small briefs. “As is the permanency of our procedures, of course,” the woman continued. The last shred of hope left Karen’s being at that moment, which strangely turned her on.
“Excellent,” she could hear Michelle say as she could feel herself engorging, her head breaking out of its soft, warm confines all on its own, and settling snugly between a pair of huge tits. “Well fuck,” she heard, before a hand started stroking her through the fabric. At least she’d get to have fun in spite of her new existence.