My wife lost her patience with me, and she gave me an ultimatum. Either my performance in bed improved, or she would file for divorce. I had tried the more conventional solutions already, like popping a pil that supposedly increases the blood flow towards the penis, from two different brands, but they did nothing for me. A less conventional solution was an injection straight into the base, and in fifteen minutes I was indeed hard.
But, I reacted too strongly. It was very uncomfortable, as it was bigger than my skin ever allowed. There was no way to engage in sexual activity, and my wife was even sympathetic, and it took days before it felt even remotely “normal” down there, my skin black and blue from overstretching.
Now, I think I know what caused my problem, but there was no way I could tell her, or the divorce would be final in a matter of days. It wasn't because she'd lost her looks, but it was because my interest had changed. No, I hadn't suddenly turned gay, but a friend of mine had come out as transgender, and I was strangely attracted to the new “her”. Or maybe I misinterpreted my feelings, and it was really an indication that I wanted to be like her myself.
Either way, spending time with my friend, who now went by the name of Janet, caused my manhood to react like old times, which told me there was nothing really wrong with that part. No, don't get me wrong, I didn't participate in any sexual act with her, but after going out with my group of friends, that still included her, I would be masturbating afterwards, and I would cum at the thought of having sex with her, her manhood in my mouth, while I caressed her breasts, but also by the thought of having breasts like her, and being pretty like her, with my dick in her mouth. Confusing? Very!
But it was my wife, totally unaware of these conflicting thoughts in my mind, who pushed for something new to try, to solve a problem that wasn't what she thought it was. Maybe it was more fair to her to simply confess my changed interests, accept the divorce, and maybe try something with Janet. But I had no clue if Janet was similarly interested. Sure, she enjoyed the compliments I gave her, but in my group of friends we all had accepted her choice, and we were all supportive of her, and I was definitely not the only one to compliment her, as we all tried for her to feel as comfortable in her “new skin” as possible.
No, not really understanding these new feelings, and not sure if I could follow through on them, got me in a form of uncertainty about myself, that shut my manhood down in bed with my own wife. So, I went along with her suggestion to see Dr. Williams. Dr. Mary Williams.
I felt awkward at first to see a female doctor to discuss my male problems with, but she was very professional, sympathetic even, and she promised her new solution would satisfy both me and my wife. It was a minimally invasive surgery that would implant a tiny electronic device in my rear. She showed me the small button, maybe a third of an inch in size, made from titanium that hardly weighed anything. She would somehow connect it to the inside of my prostate, and with a small remote it would start vibrating, and cause my manhood to react instantly. Seemed like science fiction to me, but what could it hurt?
So, I signed the paperwork, and my wife agreed to use some of our savings to pay for the procedure, and in a way I hoped that this could fix things between us again. Maybe my sexual attraction would flip back to her, as she'd be the one with the remote.
The term minimally invasive doesn't mean they don't take you out, and my wife had to come with me and drive me home. Sitting would be uncomfortable for a few days, as a tiny incision would be made for the button to fit in, and a few stitches to keep it there until it healed. So, I took a week's vacation from work, no need to tell them the “real” reason.
One thing I hadn't expected was the cage around my penis when I woke up after the surgery. My wife knew about it, so somehow I must not have paid attention when the procedure was explained. But, as Dr. Williams explained, at all costs we had to prevent any sexual stimulation for the next two or three weeks, until it was confirmed the stitches had done their intended purpose. In my mind I canceled the Friday get-together with my friends for the next two weeks, as Janet would clearly have an undesirable effect on me.
In the end it took three weeks before the surgery was deemed a success, and I was cleared to use the new vib-stim as she called it. But it was up to my wife to try it out, as she had the remote, and also the key to my cage. Wait! The cage was actually locked onto me?
Dr. Williams gave me that smile, meant for patients that never seemed to pay attention when a procedure is explained. And I do remember simply signing the paperwork without actually reading it. So I guess this was on me. And just to be sure, she also explained that my wife had the wireless charger for the vib-stim, as the battery was good for about twenty sessions. And she showed me a sample of what looked to me like a thin dildo that would be shoved up my rear, until the tip was in the proximity of the button, and charge it wirelessly in about fifteen minutes. Had I known that, I'm sure I would not have agreed with the whole procedure.
The past three weeks had not been easy. My wife was used to no sex by now, but every time I thought about Janet caused my dick to swell up, and that was immediately annihilated by the cage. Painfully so. And I couldn't wait to get the damn thing off and rub one out. But my wife had different ideas.
She made me promise to keep the cage on, unless we had sex together. I figured at some point I would simply refuse to put the thing back on, so I promised, secretly crossing my fingers, as I did so. But that's not how the cage worked.
Somehow, three weeks earlier, the doctor had put a ring behind my scrotum, but at the time it must have been two pieces, because there was no way the ring could come off as one piece, even if I had only one testicle. So, the ring was permanent, and the cage connected with an invisible lock to the ring. The key was a tiny pin, with some markings on it, and I had no clue where my wife kept it. The first time she unlocked it, I couldn't even see where the pin went, but suddenly she had the cage in her hand.
She showed me how to put the cage back on, and it would click in place without the need for a key. She unlocked it a few times and had me put it back on, until I knew how to do it. Then, at some point I refused to do it again. I needed to sit on the toilet, and just wanted to be free from the cage for a bit. My wife was very understanding, as long as I promised to put it back on, as soon as I had relieved myself.
But, after suppressing thoughts of Janet for three weeks, I really needed some time “alone with her”. Well, alone with her in my mind, if you know what I mean. So, I first did my normal business, then I started stimulating myself, thinking of her, and I grew hard, no remote needed. But at some point I felt a surging pain in my balls, and in seconds my arousal was over. The pain was not though.
I screamed out for my wife, and as she opened the door to where I was sitting at the toilet, she held out the cage, and told me to put it back on. I was panicking by now, and it took three tries, but when it clicked closed, the pain stopped instantly.
So, apparently there was a timer built in, and I could go for about fifteen minutes without the cage, until the ring would shock me. And it would fry my balls before it would run out of power. Sex, from now on, would be sessions with my wife, for a maximum of fifteen minutes at a time. I had agreed to this, promised even, although I had never meant to keep my promise. In my mind I started panicking now.
There was more though. Each time the timer went off, a recharge cycle had to be initiated within again fifteen minutes, or the pain would start again, even with the cage back on. So, minutes later I was sitting on all fours on the bed, as she pushed a dildo in my rear. Luckily it was as thin as the thing I'd seen in the doctor's office, but my wife warned me that she could use it as an insert into a much thicker dildo. I'd be taking a dick in my arse, she warned me, if I violated the rules too often.
In my mind I was really panicking now. How was I going to deal with Janet in my mind? My wife seemed to have an exclusive lock on me, with no room for anyone else. What had I gotten myself into?
And somehow, in this impossible mental situation, in a very compromising physical position, my body pushed back against the dildo, as it didn't feel bad inside me at all. My wife noticed it right away, and she chuckled at the idea. She wondered out loud if perhaps we had found the real reason for my impotence, and she had no clue how close she was to the truth. In a way I had not expected this either, but in the seconds this happened, I had had a vision of Janet's dick not in my mouth, but right in my rear.
Well, the button, the vib-stim was a dud. Not because the vibration didn't give me a pleasant feeling, but because my dick didn't react in the way it was expected. And in my mind I knew the truth, because it was the same reason why it hadn't worked before. The only difference was that now I started having fantasies of Janet taking me from behind. And as this happened while my cage was off, I started growing just a bit. My wife took this as a confirmation that the stimulation worked, but that my dick in essence was declared useless.
That's when I found out that she and the doctor had discussed the possibility of this happening as well. Because instead of being mad, she mounted the cage on me again, and then she grabbed something from her drawer. It was the most realistically looking dildo I'd ever seen, not that I had any experience with that. But, she screwed the thing somehow onto the cage, and with the massive fake scrotum covering my own, you couldn't even tell my own stuff was under there.
And although I had zero pleasure from the whole thing, I finally satisfied her in bed again, which by itself was a suitable solution for our problem. When I asked her to at least use the remote to give me some stimulation as well, it was the start of something new. The remote had different intensities, and when she got close to her own orgasm, she'd give me the highest setting, and after about a week of daily sex this way I came for the first time with her.
As my wife started accepting that this was the best we would have, that her husband could not get it up, but would cum from anal stimulation, she started changing “the rules”. First off, my new dick was part of me permanently, except for when I was at work. She liked seeing the bulge in my pants, even if we'd go out in public. But she got a new “model”, one that could actually shoot “cum”, and it was linked through Bluetooth with my vib-stim. Each time I would cum, I would also shoot “my load” into her.
Two other things happened. I finally told Janet about my attraction to her. And although she scolded me for not telling her sooner, it was the beginning of a new relationship that did not include my dick, neither the real caged one, nor the artificial one. It included hers though, and me, on all fours, as she had her way with me. Sometimes she took my mouth, and I slowly started accepting that I was a cocksucker and a cumdump for Janet, and a boy toy for my wife.
The second thing was my wife experimenting with bigger dildo's in my rear, first to charge my “vib” as we called it by now, because with the higher setting and the numerous amounts of sex it needed charging more often. But seeing I enjoyed the experience, she used it on me just for fun, and then started using a strap-on, and I became a cumdump for her as well, minus the cum of course.
Things went wrong when she took me from behind one night, after Janet had filled me up that evening already. And my wife recognized the “goo” on her strap-on as genuine male cum. And I confessed about Janet. With a small white lie I confessed that I had realized my desire for something in my rear, and because I wasn't gay, I had managed to convince my transgender friend Janet, who still had her male part, to have her way with me. I was sorry about it, but I had been afraid that my wife would be upset with my needs.
She was of course, but she understood as well. In a way, she had created me this way, and I was glad she still didn't know the full truth. But she wanted to meet Janet, so the next day I took her to Janet's place. I had warned Janet ahead of time, explaining the white lie, and Janet confirmed my exact story to my wife.
What I hadn't expected was that my wife and Janet became friends. Intimate friends. Friends with benefits. And my wife realized a real dick was still better than a fake one, no matter how realistic it was. And Janet, although transgender, never really was interested in men, I was the closest she came to experimenting, but I was not a real man anyway in her opinion. But with my wife, sparks flew between them, and my wife liked Janet's soft breasts and her pretty face, in addition to her dick. And between the two of them I was suddenly the third wheel.
It took only three weeks before Janet moved in, and my duties changed. Janet was much more interested in experimenting with me than Adele, my wife. It wasn't really mentioned, but more and more I didn't feel like the husband anymore, or Adele my wife. I was only allowed in bed to clean-up, or in one of Janet's experiments.
The first thing she tried was screwing a much larger dick onto me. Then, as I was on my back in the bed, she pushed my legs in the air and started leaning onto it, as my rear automatically opened up to give access to her dick. My own monster dick lined up with my mouth, and I had no choice but to take it in. Suck it as if it were mine, she ordered. And that was exactly what I did, clamping my mouth hard on it, to prevent it from jamming into my throat. These high-tech dicks are fully aware of how well they're stimulated, and as Janet was pounding my rear the precum released into my mouth warned me that my dick was about to shoot its load. I managed a moan to urge Janet to hurry, and then we both came. Her load in my ass triggered my vib to go in full mode. I enjoyed my own orgasm, as I was trying to survive the enormous load that filled my mouth. Not my best experience, but definitely worth repeating.
Later that week a flexible snake-like dick was guided straight into my own ass, starting from the base of my cage, and I had to fuck myself, by pushing it back and forth between my legs. In a way I had full control over my own pleasure as I made sure it rubbed my vib-stim. As I came I filled up my own rear with artificial semen. Definitely hoped to do that again.
Then she wanted to know if my dick still worked, if my real fantasy was fulfilled. So, I was on all fours on the bed, Adele's pussy right below me, and Janet taking my rear. It was indeed turning me on, and Adele pulled my hard-on into her waiting pussy. As I was sandwiched between the two of them, my mind started wandering and I wondered if this was my life now. And, as any man knows, if you start thinking, you're losing it.
When Janet came inside me, I felt a pleasure in my rear, but there was nothing happening between Adele and me. Janet was furious! And a punishment followed in minutes. She wouldn't allow me to put my cage back on. And a bit later the pain in my scrotum started. I cried. I begged. But Janet wouldn't give me the cage until I almost passed out from the pain. Suddenly it stopped, as she clicked it back on me. The message was clear. Next time make sure Adele will cum.
The next day we tried the same position. I was concentrating with all my might to get hard and stay hard, but the thought of that excruciating pain, if I failed, caused me to fail again. This time I did pass out from the punishment.
My ordeal only lasted a week. By then I had promised anything they wanted from me. But the pain stayed, even with my cage on. And then it simply came off, with ring and all.
They took me to Dr. Williams, who carefully examined my scrotum. Then I was sent into a small waiting room, like a child so his parents can talk privately with the doctor. And when they let me back in they didn't tell me the outcome, but in my doctor's gown I had to take place on a gurney, as a nurse hooked me up to an IV.
Nobody wanted to answer my questions, and I made up my mind to get out of this relationship with Adele and Janet, once we got back home. It was just not good for my health. Then a nurse injected something into the IV, and all went black.
I woke up in a sparsely decorated room that looked vaguely familiar. What had they done to me? I pulled the sheets off me, realizing I was completely naked. They had taken me out to fix my scrotum. But there was nothing left from what I could see. There were no bandages or stitches. Just smooth, hairless skin, not even a scar, around my tiny penis. It was worrisome though, that there was a metal ring around the base of that small appendage. Most of it was under my skin, but I recognized similar hookups that suggested that they could still hook up a fake dick onto me.
Oh, plus I had breasts. I'm pretty sure they don't grow on you overnight, so how long had I been out? Nothing big, but definitely perky. And when I touched them I could feel it. These were not glued onto my chest, these were the real thing. I remember that was what attracted me so much about Janet. That a former male could have such a beautiful show of femininity. And in my fantasies about her, early on, I wondered many times what it would feel like to have something like that myself. I knew I should be mad about what they had done to me, but I couldn't wait to get someone's hands on them.
There were flowers in the room. And cards. Some still in their envelope. As I picked them up I noticed my nails were painted in a shiny black. And in perfect shape, had I been a woman. But it definitely helped open the envelopes. There was a “Get better soon” card from Adele and Janet, a “We miss you” card from my group of friends, and an “All the best” card from my office. In one of the envelopes was a letter from my office as well, terminating my employment, for an unapproved absence for more than two weeks.
Another letter confirmed my uncontested divorce from Adele, in which I apparently signed over all my possessions and money and even my pension to my now ex-wife. Then there was a letter that confirmed both my name change to Cindy Ella and my gender change to female. I know I should be freaking out by now, but I felt a sense of relief. I suddenly wanted to see what I looked like.
As I wasn't hooked up to any device like you would expect in a hospital, and in no pain at all, I swung my legs out of the bed, and set my feet on the floor. As I put my weight on them there was instant pain. It was like that cramp that you sometimes feel in your calves, and you simply have to bend your toes upward to relieve it. And as I pushed myself on my toes, the pain was gone instantly.
I saw some slippers under the bed, so I put my feet in them, before I realized they had like two inch heels. But standing in them was comfortable, no pain at all, because my toes were still bent, I figured. I walked to the full-size mirror without even stumbling, and when I saw myself all naked, it took my breath away. There was nothing left of the male I once was, except for that tiny dick. And that looked so small and soft and smooth, one could think it was an engorged clitoris.
As a matter of fact, all of my skin was soft and smooth. And my face looked beautiful. Long red hair, red eyebrows with a tiny cut in it that looked very fashionable. My lips were painted black, and seemed very kissable and I had multiple piercings in my ears, with shiny metal in them.
I could see my waist now, which was narrow under my breasts, and my hips giving me curves. Long smooth legs ended in my slippers, and I could see black nails on my toes as well. All in all, I had been turned into a very attractive woman.
A sudden thought hit me. I could start all over, looking like this. Away from my ex-wife and my ex-friend and my ex-job. I knew that men and women alike would like my looks. If only I could find the right person who did not expect me to have a pussy.