Many thanks to Marissa-TG for requesting this idea. Hopefully it matches the request, it might have gone a bit off the rails. Sorry for the tiny, tiny text!
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"Ah, you're starting to come around, I see. I was just checking your vitals. Tell me, how are you feeling? Take your time speaking. You've been intubated, plus the new muscles will take time to strengthen."
Marius' head swam groggily. "I feel numb," he tried to say, although what came out was, "glargukukkah." His jaw felt strange, like it was hinged wrong. Raising a hand to his face, he encountered it several inches sooner than expected as his fingers bumped into a wet nose and pronounced muzzle. His heart leapt as he explored the unfamiliar contours. He cupped his jaw to support the weakened muscles stretched over the animal-shaped skull, enunciating each syllable carefully. "All... okay... doc?"
"Why don't I sit you up and let you see for yourself," the surgeon winked.
Marius's hand fell, his sedated jaw hanging loose in wonder as he gazed down the snout to the voluptuous body beneath. A tuft of fur at the base of his neck gave way to a landing strip of white that ran down between full breasts, over an athletic abdomen, culminating at a fluffy, feminine mound nestled between red thighs.
"Welcome to the Xenolympics," said the surgeon.
Marius reached a hand for his chest. The hand was slender and female, tipped with neat black claws. The breasts were everything he'd hoped for. A sharp moan escaped his lips as one claw accidentally grazed over his nipple. His touch was drawn inexorably lower, and the doctor pretended not to notice as his patient carefully traced the contours of his surgically-crafted vixenhood through the material of the panties.
Even lower still, a wholly new organ made itself known through the anesthetic haze. Amazed, he focused on the fluffy thing. His tail twitched, eliciting a raw twinge of pain from the base of his spine where it was freshly wired into his nerves.
"The skin may feel a little snug. That will ease in a few days," the surgeon said apologetically. "It was the largest vixen we had, and even then we've had to reduce you considerably to fit you in the skin. A bodybuilder, weren't you?" Marius nodded. Silver medalist in Shot Put in 2024 and 2028. "It's a miracle we managed to fit as much of you in there as we did. I'll admit you're the first, ah, able-bodied athlete I've ever worked on. Never had to make these sorts of cuts with an eye for reversion before. The Xenolympics have been poaching off the Paralympics for years, you see."
"...wanted... to show the world... xenografts... for everyone..." Marius drawled, unable to take his eyes off his beautiful new body. He'd parroted that line enough times to the Olympic Committee for the words to come easy enough. It was the only way he'd managed to persuade them to allow the xenograft procedure on a healthy, whole recipient, rather than the purely life-saving procedure it was intended to be.
The debate on xenografts in sport had soured in recent times, especially as the accomplishments of xenoathletes approached or even eclipsed those of traditional athletes. Some considered the procedures a form of cheating, no better than doping, or even that it made athletes less than human. Oscar Pistorius and his gazelle legs had turned the public discourse truly toxic. As a popular athlete and male role model, Marius had convinced the Olympic committee that he had the social media capital to turn things around.
He laughed to think how his meathead Instagram followers would react when they saw the new him. Not well, he imagined.
Every nerve ending was exquisitely tender, as he reached to touch his once bulging biceps. Even there, where his male meat had been carved away to a fraction of its former size, the skin was taut. His weightlifting days were certainly over. Well, except for the heavy weights on his chest. He cupped them again with satisfaction, relishing their feminine heft.
"We'll begin the physical rehabilitation when you're ready," said the surgeon. "Only four months before the opening ceremony, and you'll need to be fast on your feet by then."
"Fast? The Committee is moving me to Track and Field?"
"Ah, no, Rhythmic Gymnastics." The surgeon chuckled. "But you'll be housed at the Xenolympic Village. And the men do so love to chase the females..."