Push and Pull pt. 2

The other point of view from the first part.

Mark stayed in the waiting room while I followed the surgeon into the procedure room. The room was prepped for surgery with equipment trays ready but covered by green cloth for protection. What demanded attention though was what stood in the center of the room, bathing in light. A reclined gynecological chair.

"Before you take a seat I want you to sign this," doctor McConnel said and handed me a clipboard. "Normally we do this earlier, but given the circumstances I thought it would be better to do this here, while it is just the two of us."

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's a waiver for what I'm about to do. I know the deal Mark and you have, but I'm ethically obliged to give you the opportunity to informed consent. Without Mark present you don't have to feel like you are pressured into doing something you don't even know anything about."

I look down at the papers and thumb through them, purposefully not reading the text. Three pages, with lines for my signature on the last page.

"What if I don't read it?"

"I'll pretend you have given me informed consent to carry out the surgery. It is reversible, at least my part of it."

"Then I have read it and consent," I said. Put my initials on pages one and two, and signed the third page.

"Alright then. Take off your shorts and underwear and make yourself comfortable up there."
"Oh, I don't wear underwear," I said, and removed the adidas shorts.

Once seated doctor McConnel helped my legs up onto the stirrups or whatever the leg rests might be called, and rolled a screen in front of me at abs height that completely obscured anything else he would do. Apparently Mike had handed him the key, because he then unlocked and removed the chastity for the last time.

It's been with me for six months now, since Mike agreed to transform me. The first few weeks were hard. Suddenly having a massive piece of metal between your legs is quite the change. Twice a week Mike would receive me in his playroom where he would tie me down to his play bench, clean and play with my dick, give me some intense anal massage, and then lock me up again. Never was I able to glance at what he was doing, so once doctor McConnel is done it will be the first time in half a year I even get to see my own dick.

"Can you feel this?" he asks and probably pokes something.

"No."

"This?"

"No."

And he started working on whatever Mike planned for me. I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out what it can be. It can't be as simple as just piercings and simple implants. This is a real doctor doing surgery. Perhaps it's something like those alien dildos, width ridges or whatever. But how would half a year in chastity play into it?

After way longer than I thought, maybe even an hour he is done. He has been using several trays of tools and things, and used different machines. I think one is a cauterizer pen.

"I'll bring in Mike for the reveal."

He's gone for a minute while I continue to stare into the white screen normally just obscuring vasectomy operations. Behind it is my numbed now transformed genitals.

"...and around here."

Mike has his eyes closed and doctor McConnel is leading him to stand next to me so we get to see the result at the same time.

"3... 2... 1..."

The doctor rolls the screen to the side to reveal a twice as large dick than what I used to have. It looks semierect where it lies, thick and veiny, on top of two goose eggs of testicles.

"Wow!" Mike exclaims.

"What I've done," doctor McConnel begins explaining, "is to open the foreskin with a spiral cut from the head and down to the new tip. Then insert two silicon half-tube implants and fused them to create some rigidity and to make it keep its shape. I've removed some skin to make the new urethra tight. Then injected filler to bring up the mass."

"It's just a penis enlargement?" I ask, somewhat confused.

"No, the actual penis is the first half inch or so, inside the constructed penis. Then for the testicles I've used a different implant, normally used when there's testicular trauma. It's like a hollow silicone egg that encloses the real testicle. I've used something large enough to be in proportion with the penis."

I was still confused about what I was looking at. Huge dick and balls that apparently were mostly fake.

"I'll give you painkillers for two days and antibiotics for a week. You'll see swelling over the next few days, but should go away before the end of the week. You'll have some dull pain that will go away over time, but if there is any sharp pain call me directly. We'll remove the stitches Wednesday next week."

"Thank you very much, doctor McConnel," Mike said, signaling an end to the conversation. "Thank you and don't hesitate to call if there is anything," he said and left the room.

"There's another thing that is outside the scope of what McConnel has done," Mike continued facing me. "The way I've conditioned your prostate over the past months will make you incredibly horny if you don't get your releases." He looked down at my big dick. "And you won't be able to use that to get it."

"Help me down and do something about it before the numbing goes away."

He chuckles. "I would love to."