Fiction: Transmission

Explorer’s Log: I am half way through my 30 day voyage to the star system designated, Queen’s Lack of Mercy, by Royal Astronomers. Deep Space Probe Ship is functioning at peak efficiency. The nutrient pod had a slight malfunction that took ten hours to fix but I had nothing else better to do. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: It has been so long since I have seen a live person; I would happily let any of my ex’s murder me and wear my body as a suit if they would just fuck me first.

Vaquel Di sat in the navigation pod of the Deep Space Probe. She was nude except for the purple panties she was wearing. Vaquel had started wearing underwear again when she realized that she was leaving wet spots wherever she sat.

Her fingers were in her panties, idly stroking at her sex. The lack of contact was starting to get to her. Masturbating with her dildoes and the modified vibrator in the exercise pod was losing its thrill. Watching that strange alien porn that she had discovered on the last planet no longer was enough to get her off. She was still horny, but she was so used to masturbating that she was finding it harder and harder to climax.

“Twenty year mission,” Vaquel said out loud. She had no idea how she was going to make it. In the past, the royal Navy used to man the Deep Space Probes with a male and a female explorer. Unfortunately, 96% of the explorers ended up killing their crewmate due to the prolonged cohabitation in a confined space. Now they send hundreds of probes out every year manned by only one person.

Something beeped in the navigation pod. Vaquel had never heard that sound before. It took her a minute to locate the source. There was an incoming transmission!

“This is Deep Space Probe Explorer Ship, number eighty-two, sending out a transmission to any other Deep Space Probe Explorers. Please respond!”

Vaquel’s cunt clenched around her fingers. It was a male voice! She pulled her wet fingers out and pressed the transmission button.

“Deep Space Explorer Ship number eighty-two, this is Probe Ship number forty-nine responding to your call. My name is Vaquel Di.”

“Praise the Queen, a woman!” the male voice responded. “My name is Kallas Wod. I am bouncing this signal off a comet and I calculate that we only have ten minutes before the connection is broken. Set your vid monitor to twenty xors and we should have visual connection!”

Vaquel didn’t have to be told twice. Another explorer and a male at that! For a split moment, Vaquel debated putting some sort of shirt on. Fuck it. If the male didn’t like big brown tits, than Vaquel had no use for him.

She set the vid monitor and the transmission came in. In an identical navigation pod, a tall pale Euphorian sat in his chair. He was naked and had his hard cock already in hand.

“Queen of us all, you are so beautiful,” Kallas said. “Could you please take off your underwear? I haven’t seen cunt in almost a year!”

“Of course,” Vaquel answered. She tore her panties off in record time. She sat back in her chair and propped her legs to either side of the vid monitor. Vaquel ran her fingers through the pink hairs of her pubic bush. The explorer pulled her lips apart so that he could get a better look.

Kallas moaned. It was a sad mournful sound that only a fellow explorer could make.

“Show me your balls,” Vaquel said. She had no trouble giving him orders. Her need overwhelmed any sort of protocol. She stroked her cunt with both hands as she waited.

Kallas stood up and cupped his balls in one hand.

“They are so suckable,” Vaquel said. “Would you like it if I suck your balls into my mouth?”

“Yes,” Kallas moaned. He sat back down and continued stroking. “Hold your tits for me. I haven’t touched a nipple in so long.”

Vaquel reluctantly pulled one hand away from her cunt and grabbed one of her tits. She squeezed hard and rolled the dark nipple between her fingers. The pain was delicious but not as nice as watching Kallas’ mouth open in bliss.

“I’d love to have your face between my tits,” Vaquel said.

“I would love to climax all over them,” Kallas said.

They stroked together. Each one stared at the other in lust and wonder. They might not be able to touch but just the brief connection of sight was driving them mad. All of Vaquel’s darkest urges were rising to the top.

“I want to fuck your face,” Vaquel said. “I want to sit on you and smother you with my cunt, fucker. I want to ride your cock and break it off in my fucking cunt. I want you so deep in my cunt that you never come out.”

Kallas didn’t stop stroking for a second. “I want to rape your mouth,” he said. “I want to bite your tits and claim them as mine. I want to fuck your ass until you scream. I will take you mouth, your cunt and your ass as many times as I want.

The transmission wavered. Both of them froze in mid stroke. When the transmission stabilized, both of them stroked faster.

“I want to fuck your lips,” Kallas said.

“I want to make you scream my name,” Vaquel said.

Vaquel stroked herself as she looked at Kallas’ pale body. She could easily imagine the contrast of their skins. She wanted to see his white cock disappearing into her brown cunt. She wanted to see his pale hands groping her dark breasts. Vaquel wanted to squeeze his desperate head between her ebony thighs. Vaquel wanted to consume and abuse him.

“Fuck that cock like you mean it,” Vaquel said.

Kallas groaned but he stroked faster. “Twist your nipples like the slut that you are,” he said.

Vaquel bit her lip as she obeyed. She pinched and pulled on her hard nipple with everything she had.

The transmission wavered. Kallas’ eyes looked off screen with concern.

“You better fucking get me off before that transmission ends!” Vaquel yelled.

Kallas pumped his cock with a fury that Vaquel knew so well. It was the same fury that she was stroking her cunt. She did not want some fucking comet to interrupt the closest she had to real sex in months.

Vaquel came. Her fingers dug into her breasts as her orgasm exploded within her body. Her heels dug into the console and lifted her ass off her seat. When her ass came back down, she could feel the wet spot she had left in her seat.

The transmission wavered. Kallas screamed “No!”

“You better come right now!” Vaquel said. Her fingers were still buried in her cunt. “You hear me, fucker? Come, RIGHT NOW!”

“Glory to the Queen!” he cried. His cock erupted in come. A thick blob of it landed on the vid screen. A second later, the transmission cut out.

Vaquel sighed. Maybe it was time she went looking for comets of her own to exploit.

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Letter to a Slut #5

Dearest Slut,

This weekend you will be my whore.

You will wear the red dress. No bra and of course, no underwear. You will wear the black stockings and the high heels. Lipstick and eye shadow is a must. You will walk up to my apartment in this outfit and everyone will know you for what you are.

When I let you in, you will leave your name outside. This weekend you will be nothing more than a whore for my needs and I have so many needs.

The only currency you will accept for your services will be slaps.

A blowjob will cost two slaps of your face.
A handjob will cost three slaps of your tits.
Fucking your cunt will cost 10 slaps of your cunt.
Fucking your ass will cost 20 slaps of your ass.

I will tip you at my leisure.

Groping and fondling you will be free because you are such a cock loving whore.

My friends will be over to watch a movie on Sunday. Being a whore, I will have to lock you away in the bedroom. You are my dirty little secret and you are all mine. Because you are such a whore though, I will leave you with a dozen dildos for you to amuse yourself with. I will check up on you from time to time and if you are not fucking yourself like the wanton slut that you are, then I will realize that you are not the whore I thought you were. I will parade you past my friends and throw you out of the apartment.

When they leave, I will come to the bedroom and fuck you. It will be so hard for me to wait until they leave but I will control myself. I will wait so that I can have you all to myself. If the others saw you, then they would want you too. I won’t have that.

Until tonight, my whore.

Fiction: Hand-Off

Holly Valentine waited to be groped. The train was crowded and the green skirt she was wearing was especially loose. As per the instructions, she wasn’t wearing underwear and she stood with her legs casually apart. The agreed upon stop was coming up and Holly was wet with anticipation.

She wasn’t wet for the grope. Holly’s cunt was clenching because of the information she was expecting. The major cable companies were preparing a fake telecommunications disaster to justify raising rates. A whistle-blower within the company had contact Holly and wanted her to print the conspiracy for her news organization. The problem was that the cable companies had excellent surveillance on all of their employees and it was almost impossible to pass any information without them knowing.

Almost impossible. Her contact had an interesting idea for how to hand off the information. He took this train home everyday from work. He told Holly where to stand and he told her how to dress. Holly added the green blouse that showed off her pale breasts and the fabulous green hat where she tucked most of her red hair. Even for a clandestine transfer, she wanted to look good.

The train stopped. Some people got off but far more came on. The crowded train became a thick mass of humanity. The doors closed and the train took off again.

A body pressed against her from behind. She didn’t turn around. A hand cupped her ass from the outside of her skirt. His fingers began to pull her skirt up every so slowly.

“Mr. Blue, I presume,” Holly said. She spoke at a normal voice but the thundering of the tracks covered her voice.

“Shh,” the man said behind her. “It’s me. Just keep looking straight ahead.”

Holly bit her lip. The man was a paranoid freak but then again, he did work for a cable company. He probably knew about the spy devices they put in their cable boxes.

A finger pressed against her sex. It pushed against her lips and wiggle slightly. A trickle of Holly’s desire wet his finger.

“That better be a flash drive,” Holly said.

“I need to make sure there is room,” Mr. Blue said. “I risked a lot bringing it here and I don’t want it falling out when you step off the train.”

Holly didn’t answer. She thought about the corruption that flash drive would reveal and her cunt moistened with every conspiratorial thought. Embarrassing huge companies was such an aphrodisiac for her.

The probing finger wasn’t bad either. He was groping her from behind but he had an amazing reach. His middle finger was searching deeper and deeper inside her. Holy wondered if he had really long arms or was just a short guy. It didn’t matter. His finger was pushing inside her with an urgency that matched the heat within her.

The finger touched a nice spot and Holly clenched reflexively. The man gasped behind her and Holly’s muscles relaxed. His finger didn’t escape though. Instead of sliding out, his finger was out right stroking her now.

“Oh shit,” Holly said as she held onto the overhead strap. That felt good. She doubted that the stroking was strictly necessary but she didn’t mind.

Holly looked around the train. No one had noticed them. The train was too full and it was only going to get more crowded. Everyone was too busy trying not to make human contact with each other to notice the very intimate contact happening right beside them.

The finger pulled away. Holly moaned and clenched in frustration. It was just like an anonymous source. All teasing and no follow through.

She felt her skirt get lifted again. She took a slight step to the left to part her legs further. It was a smart move, because something plastic and large was pushing against her sex. It felt less like a flash drive and more like a dildo.

“How much info is on this drive?” Holly said out loud.

The pushing stopped. “Shhh, you’ll draw attention to us,” Mr. Blue hissed behind her. “It’s 4 gigs but I wanted to make sure it was shielded against EMP pulses and other counter-measures.”

Holly shook her head. Paranoids made the best and worse sources.

The pushing resumed. Holly gasped as the plastic drive opened her cunt. She moaned as inch after inch of the drive invaded her. Her hand clenched the overhead strap with increasing force as the rather wide drive filled her cunt.

Just when Holly didn’t think she could take anymore, the pushing stopped. The fingers pulled away and smoothed her skirt down. The drive sat inside her, shaking with every rattle of the train.

“My stop is next,” Mr. Blue said. “Stay on the train until you reach the end of the line. Don’t let the drive drop.”

Holly nodded as subtlety as possible.

The train stopped. She turned her head so that she wouldn’t see Mr. Blue as he walked past her. A trickle of desire ran down her thigh from her sex.

People left the train and more came on. People pressed against her. She forced her legs together and held the drive tight within her.

The train rumbled as it pulled away from the station. The vibrations traveled up her entire body. The drive shook inside her, pushing and vibrating against the sensitive walls of her sex. The train went through a curve and Holly felt the tug of gravity pulling the drive against her.

She thought about how badly the cable companies wanted the information that she had. The reporter thought about the thrill of yet another exclusive scoop. Visions of embarrassed executives giving statements of denial danced through her mind.

Holly climaxed. She shook as the force of the orgasm traveled through her body. Her sex clenched tightly on the valuable drive and all of it’s naughty secrets.

Holly took a deep breath and let it out. It would be another hour before she reached the end of the line. That meant an hour with a large thick dildo inside her that shook with every bump, rattle and shimmy of the train. Her skirt wouldn’t be able to hide all of the juices flowing down her leg. She would have to stand through out the ordeal with her thighs clenched wonderfully tight together. It was going to a challenge.

Holly smiled. She liked challenges. She liked the idea of walking back to her car and stroking off in the driver’s seat even more. The promise of her orgasm made her cunt clench so tightly around the dildo drive.

When she thought of the wonderful forbidden secrets hidden on that drive, she clenched even tighter.

Fiction: Red Ruby to Blue Chest

Explorer’s Log: I have spent three days now on the 7th world of in the system designated Curl of the Queen’s Hair by the Royal Astronomers. I have discovered ruins on two continents that belonged to an unknown civilization.

There are no traces of any history or records, but I do keep finding odd shaped stones that fit into identical shaped pedestals. I believe I am dealing with a cryptological species that uses puzzles and sequences to operate their technology. Yesterday I arranged different sliding pieces on a panel to unlock machine that dispensed a potent alcohol.

Today I am in the process of making a pedestal work that seems to be connected to a large outdoor platform. Hopefully this will unlock a treasure vault or perhaps a library of knowledge. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: What the fuck kind of race requires you to gather three rubies from opposite ends of a continent just to open a wine cask? I hope this platform I am working on now unlocks something good. I have been so busy looking for the four cylinders that fit in the pedestal that I haven’t masturbated in two days. End Personal Log.

Deep Space Probe Explorer Vaquel Di set her recording log on the tree beside her. She set it to view the platform so that when it opened, unlocked or whatever the fuck it did, she had it recorded for transmission back to Royal Navy Command. She had to adjust the recorder several times to make sure it was viewing the entire platform. It was huge in scale, easily 50 meters in diameter. It was the largest structure that she had found on this dead planet.

Vaquel posed in front of the recorder for a moment. She wanted the recorder to see her smiling brown face inside her glassteel helmet. A little bounce to her step made her short pink hair bob in a playful manner as she walked by. Her silver suit clung to every curve of her fit body and she took a moment to show off her fabulous round ass to the recorder. Presentation was everything when sending stuff back home. Her discovery might be broadcast to the entire planet of Euphoria.

She stepped away from the recorder and went to the control pedestal. Well, Vaquel hoped it was the control pedestal. It was made from the same strange green stone that the platform was, a stone that she had not seen anywhere else on the planet. The pedestal faced the platform from a distance of thirty meters. It had forty-eight slots each slot just large enough to take one of the six stone cylinders that Vaquel had found. When a cylinder was slide into a hole, it closed six other holes.

The top part of the pedestal was worn away and Vaquel suspected that at some point the worn part had writing. No doubt there was some sort of clue or mathematical suggestion as to what to do with the cylinders. Vaquel had no clue what the correct order of cylinder placement was but she a scientist and an explorer. She was also stubborn enough to try every fucking combination untill something happened.

On combination one hundred and six, something happened. Vaquel still had her hand on the last cylinder as the platform in front of her began to hum. Blue energy matrixes appeared in the air above the platform. Vaquel took her hand off the cylinder and stepped off the platform. The blue energy instantly disappeared.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. She stepped back onto the platform and tried to figure out what went wrong. All the cylinders were still in place. She put one gloved hand on the last cylinder she touched and the platform hummed back to life.

“Looks like I am going nowhere,” Vaquel muttered. She kept her hand on the cylinder and watched the platform.

The blue energy returned and began to take shape. A giant alien body appeared within the confines of the platform. Vaquel gasped at the giant dimensions on display. She worried that it was some sort of teleportation until she realized that she could see through the alien body. It was nothing more than a projection.

But what a projection! It was mammalian with three proud heavy blue breasts to prove. The body was humanoid with two arms and two legs though this alien appeared to only have three fingers on each hand. Three slits were between it’s legs and the way that the giant alien was stroking them, Vaquel was certain that they were sexual organs. The face was similar enough Vaquel’s, with a mouth and a nose but three eyes were on the alien’s face. Long wispy blue hair floated around her face.

A second giant alien appeared. This was undeniably male. It was identical to the first alien with the exception of the three breasts and instead of slits, it sported three massive cock like appendages. Each cock was as large as Vaquel’s Deep Space Probe.

“Praise the Queen,” Vaquel whispered. After her long space voyage with nothing but dildoes and vibrators to keep her company, Vaquel was in awe of such majestic instruments of male fucking. She was also intensely jealous of the giant alien woman who could handle all three of those cocks at once.

As Vaquel watched, the two giant aliens started kissing. The woman’s long hair floated and touched the bare head of the male. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies. The male groped the massive breasts of the woman. The woman squeezed and pulled on the cocks of the man, tugging each one in turn. Their giant bodies pressed against each other as passion over took them.

Passion was becoming a problem for Vaquel as well. She was feeling the rising heat between her thighs. Her sex was responding and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. The atmosphere was toxic and she couldn’t afford to open her suit for more than ten seconds. Her sex ached as she watched the two aliens kiss and fondle each other.

The alien woman fell to her knees and took one of the cocks into her mouth. She masturbated the other two cocks while her blue lips pleasured the third. There was no sound but the male alien opened his lips to a silent moan.

“Fuck it,” Vaquel whispered. She had to keep her right hand on the cylinder but her left hand was free. Praise the Queen that Vaquel was ambidextrous. Her left hand went between her legs and pressed against her sex. The smooth material of her space suit separated her fingers from her sex but Vaquel didn’t care. She would make do.

The giant alien woman took turns sucking each of the cocks. Vaquel was impressed by the way that the alien woman was able to keep pleasuring the other cocks manually. It also turned the explorer on as the three giant cocks grew harder and larger.

“Comet spunk, I just want one,” Vaquel moaned. “Just one cock to slip inside me. Just one cock to fill my cunt.”

She stroked herself faster. The material of her space suit was not as nice as her fingers but thankfully the material was quite thin. It was also fortunate that Vaquel had stopped wearing underwear several weeks ago. The harder part was masturbating while standing up and holding onto the cylinder. Weeks of masturbating in her relaxation pod had conditioned her to climax on her back. Coming while standing up was proving to be a challenge.

The male alien lifted the woman by the thighs and lowered her onto his cocks. Vaquel watched in wonder as all three cocks slid into the woman’s sexes. The man held onto the woman with powerful muscles that kept them both upright. It was triple penetration on a giant scale that Vaquel could scarely believe.

“Yes,” Vaquel said as the male bounced the female on his three cocks. The explorer stroked faster even though her knees were threatening to give out. Her body wanted to lie down and come but she had to stay standing. The novelty of standing was delaying her almost certain orgasm.

The aliens changed position. The man reclined on the ground while the woman turned around. Giant cocks slid into giant cunts as the woman mounted the man. The woman faced Vaquel and the explorer could swear that the alien image was staring right at her. The woman smiled with the satisfaction of a woman fully filled.

Vaquel stroked faster as the women humped the man’s three cocks. To aid in her masturbating, her hips were grinding her cunt against her hand. She was humping herself as hard as the alien woman was humping the man.

The explorer trembled and nearly lost her grip on the cylinder. What cruel race would force a person to watch porn with only one hand? The inside of her glasssteel helmet was fogging up from her rapid breathing but her suit’s environmental controls were doing their best. She just had to hold on until she came. She was damn close.

The blue aliens moved again. The woman was on her back now. The man was above her and between her legs. He was fucking her so hard now. Vaquel couldn’t see the union of cocks and cunts but she could see the shockwaves in each one of the woman’s giant breasts. It was almost brutal. It was almost violent. It was unbelievably sexy.

Vaquel felt her climax coming. She was shaking from head to toe. Her hand gripped the cylinder with all of her might. She was still humping her hand, trying her best to slip even a single finger inside her but the damn spacesuit material was holding her back. Vaquel was soaking her suit with the need of her desire.

The alien woman looked at Vaquel and her face changed. The alien woman was climaxing. They were from two different species but there was no denying that look of sexual pleasure on the alien’s face. She was climaxing.

Vaquel joined her. “Glory to the Queen!” she cried out. The frustration of masturbating while standing only added to the force of her orgasm. The frustration of being denied true penetration only made her release that much sweeter. She let go of the cylinder and fell happily to the ground.

Explorer’s Log: I am finally leaving this planet and setting course for a new world in this system. I believe this world has great potential for xeno-erotic entertainment. I am recommending that Conquest ship explore this world for proper exploitation. End Personal Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: It took me standing at that damn pedastel for four hours, but I was able to watch the entire program. In the last hour, they introduce another couple for some awesome group sex. More importantly, my recorder log was able to record all of it. I am looking forward to watching it from the comfort of my relaxation pod with my full arsenal of dildoes. End Personal Log.

Letter to a Slut #4

My Dearest Slut,

I have a craving to taste your cunt.

I have made no plans for the weekend. I don’t know where we will be fucking or whom we will be seeing. All I can think about is dipping my tongue into your pussy. Until I sate my craving, I will not be able to think of anything else.

Today you will wear that red thong I bought you. I want it tight against your cunt all day long. Every hour, on the hour my slut, you will stroke your pussy ten times while thinking of me. Your only duty today is to get your sex ready for me.

When you come to my home, I will have the coffee table ready. You will strip down and hand me your thong. I will tie you the table and get your legs securely bound. I know how much you squirm and move when I eat you and today you are going nowhere.

Your wet thong will go into your mouth. My mouth will be on your cunt. I will lick, nibble and devour to my heart’s content. My tongue will play with your clit. You’ll feel my fingers scratching your thighs as I try to sake my thirst with your juices.

You may climax if you wish, it is not my concern today. I just want to eat you. I want the smell of you on my face. I want to drink your desire. I want to feast on your pussy.

Today I consume your sex.

Fiction: Bionic Cock

“Dr. Parker, are you awake?”

James Parker opened his eyes. His boss, Dr. Otto Von Madd was leaning over him. James saw his reflection doubled in the purple goggles that Dr. Von Madd always wore.

“What happened?” James asked. “There was some sort of explosion, right?”

“Oh yes,” Dr. Von Madd said. “The zero gravity lubricant is apparently highly combustible when it comes in contact with synthetic fibers. Who knew?”

James tried to sit up. Dr. Von Madd gently pushed him back into the hospital bed. That was when James noticed that there were a dozen other scientists there.

“I should explain something, Dr. Parker,” Dr. Von Madd said. “The explosion was quite devastating. We lost all of prototype room #3 and all of the lubricant samples. On a personal note, your penis and scrotum were disintegrated at the molecular level.”

“What the fuck?” James said. He looked down at the rather large bulge underneath his hospital gown. He could feel his cock. Actually, he could feel his cock and it felt somewhat bigger than he remembered.

“Have no fear, Dr. Parker,” Dr. Von Madd said. “You work for the premiere erotic science laboratory in the world. We immediately took action! While you were unconscious and recovering in our medical bay, I gathered the top experts in the laboratory to reconstruct you a replacement set of sexual organs.”

James reached down and pulled his hospital gown up as fast as he could. A gleaming monster of a cock sat between his legs. Even more disturbing than his cock was his legs. Instead of his normal legs, there were just two withered stumps.

“What the fuck happened to my legs?” Dr. Parker said.

Dr. Von Madd waved the question away. “Well, your legs were awfully close to the blast weren’t they? They were annihilated too. Please try to focus on the important part; the fact that you have the most advanced cock in all of creation!”

“I added the laser targeting!” a voice from the crowd of scientists yelled.

“Yes, thank you Dr. Wade,” Dr. Von Madd said. He turned back to James. “Dr. Wade created a laser targeting system that will allow your cock to enter your targeted sexual destination without having to use your hands.”

“Thank you?” James said.

“No thanks necessary,” Dr. Von Madd said. “Dr. Geinrich designed the spin motor, Dr. Ji perfected the sensory net so that you will be twice as sensitive then you were with your inferior biological cock, while the control gauge designed by Dr. Othven will allow you to adjust and control your climax as needed. I should also point out that your right ball is a mp3 player so you can set the mood for a romantic encounter while your left ball is now a lubricant and hand sanitizer dispenser. Those were designed by the Accessory Department.”

Seven scientists waved to James from the crowd.

“So what do you think?” Dr. Von Madd said. “I picked the color. Every one loves chrome.”

“Well, I am a bit concerned about my legs,” James admitted.

“Good lord, man!” Dr. Von Madd said. “You have a cock that comes with vibration speeds that could satisfy a cheerleader squad and all you care about is your damn legs! Where is your appreciation for science, man?”

“Well, how am I going to walk?” James said.

“Fine!” Dr. Von Madd said. “Fine, we’ll graft some cybernetic legs onto you. They are preprogrammed with a dozen male stripper dance moves, but they should help you get around. Now can we focus on the technological marvel between what is left of your thighs?”

“Yes, of course, Dr. Von Madd,” James said. “I must admit, my new cock is quite impressive. I do worry that it might be a little too big.”

Murmurs broke out among the assembled scientists. DR. Von Madd nodded his head in agreement.

“We discussed that a lot,” Dr. Von Madd said. “We were satisfied with the eight inches we choose but Dr. Branger insisted that we added another two inches. We deferred to her experiences with cocks.”

“You’ll thank me later!” a female voice shouted from the group.

“Thanks, everyone,” James said. “Wow, this will take some getting used to.”

“Don’t worry,” Dr. Von Madd said. “We have enlisted six nurses who will attend to your needs while testing your new cock. Nurse Maria has already volunteered to take your new cock’s virginity.”

James didn’t know what to say.

“We’ll leave you to your recovery,” Dr. Von Madd said. “Your lab partner, Dr, Vickman lost both breasts in the accident and we generously decided to give her an upgrade as well. I’ll check on her and then I’ll come back later to interview Nurse Maria as to your performance.”

James was at a loss of words. He waved his hand at the scientists as they left.

He was surprised when his cock waved goodbye as well.