"Yes..." Dr. White gently rubbed the stubble on his chin. “It's never been done before but I think we can combine various procedures to make this work.”
The doctor rolled forward toward me. I was dressed in a halter top, my cleavage in plain view. I dressed practically today, unsure if the doctor would need to see more of me during this consultation. He had me sit straight and measured my torso height, then marked it in his notepad.
“What we will do is perform a hysterectomy. I hope you've had all the children you want?”
I nodded my head. I had no children and I was glad this would get rid of any chance that I ever might.
He touched my belly softly with two fingers, “Well attach about 1.5 feet of cloned vaginal tissue at the top of your original vagina. You won't need your cervix so we will remove it. Your new, much longer vagina will meander between your organs and terminate at the bottom of the esophagus, ” he prodded the bottom of my sternum, “right about here.”
The real possibility of this happening began to sink in and I laid down on the examination bed.
“I don't foresee any issue with the procedures but you will need to dilate twice a day for the first few months so your new vagina tissue does not close.”
“I need to skewer myself twice a day?” I snapped back. My emotions were in a tizzy.
“You could say that, yes.”
In a punk. I don't like to follow the rules. The scene I'm in is heavy into body modifications and my career in erotic stage performance has been my passion for the past five years.
I've got some...interesting interests if you could call them that. Let's just say I don't miss the three fingers I had chopped off with a meat cleaver across three sold-out shows last year. I made thousands! Fuck, I'd give my arms and legs to keep that kind of income rolling in.
I perform a bondage segment of my show. On stage I will strip down nude and do an acrobatic performance on long sheets hanging from the ceiling, wearing heels. As the grand finale, I will accurately and gracefully land my pussy on the steel dildo of a one-bar prison. My stage partner, Jeff, quickly locks me in and I can't move an inch. Well, I can move, but I can't walk since the dildo holds my body in place and the heels I'm in keeps me on my toes so I can't lift myself off. Such a bondage ending to what started as a freeing acrobatic ceremony. It's gotten very good reviews!
I started to do some research and realized that all the procedures needed to extend my vagina to my mouth exist. You could put a garden hose in my mouth and it would come spraying out of my pussy. The moment I realized it might be possible, I was obsessed. I began to modify my acrobatic performance using a one-bar prison that extended through my body and out my mouth.
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“Jane? Are you there? Earth to Jane?” Jeff's voice rang loudly in my ears. My throat hurt. My ass hurt. What the fuck is going on and why does it suck? “The surgery went without a hitch! I had my doubts but after today I won't doubt any of your decisions for the show.”
I slowly recalled my shows. I recalled my personality...man, In kind of an ass hole aren't I. I finally recalled my affinity for body modifications and reflected on what Jeff was whispering at my bedside. The procedure...what the hell did I get myself into this time? ...Ohhhh, wow, I thought as I finally remembered why my ends were both so sore. I now had a vagina running from my bottom and to my mouth!
It took many weeks of recovery and training to use my new sphincter at my stomach's entrance. Part of my abdominal muscles was separated and wrapped around the end of my new longer vagina that would seal off when I ate. I was very thankful that most of the time the new sphincter was flexed, just like my ass hole. It took a lot of practice to relax and a lot of dilating to loosen it up enough to work with it.
Over time I learned to control the sphincter and had a very interesting time testing it out with a glass of water. I let the tube open within me and it didn't take more than five seconds for the water I swallowed to start soaking my panties below. I shivered from the weird feeling of eater flowing through me.
I began to experiment too. My dilator was only about three feet long so it didn't quite reach the back of my mouth as it was only intended for the new portion between my vagina and throat. So I had a custom dildo created for me: a gummy rubber double-ended dildo, almost five feet long!
I generously covered the entire length of my new dildo with lube and got into my mindset. The insertion hurt at first as it was just as big as the dilators I had to use. The ribbed texture was almost overwhelming as I hadn't had anything inserted into me after my surgery.
Slowly I worked the super long dildo in and out, advancing it a little further each time. After a couple of minutes, I had what had to be two feet of the dildo inside of me! I could feel the fullness in my solar plexus...and it was so comforting...like being hugged from the inside. I loved it, nothing like the stupid clinical dilators I had to use up until this point.
I pushed farther. It felt almost like I was about to throw up, but without nausea. My throat felt full and I wanted to gag. I took a couple of deep breaths and relaxed. I pulled the dildo out a couple of inches and pushed it forward another three.
I felt It move up my throat. I felt it move last my larynx. And up my neck, the back of my throat. I finally realized it was almost out! I excitedly sat up and started to walk to the bathroom. You don't know what it feels like to be almost completely skewered with a five-foot-long double-ended dildo until you try it yourself. Two feet of the dildo hung out of my pussy and I giggled to myself at the hilarious sight.
I turned on the bathroom light and continued to work the dildo deeper...or out...I opened my mouth wide and looked in the back of my throat. Thankfully I could still breathe. I saw a blue round object. I reached down and pulled the dildo out an inch and the blue object disappeared. I pushed it an inch farther in, and it showed up. In a moment of pure excitement and passion, I pushed hard on the dildo. It filled my mouth and POPped out of my mouth.
My eyes were wide and I was dumbfounded to see a blue gummy penis sticking out from my mouth. I looked down and saw the other end. My neck was much stiffer with the dildo running through it. It retracted a bit as I moved around. I walked slowly to my bed, blue penises sticking out of my mouth and pussy. Let's just say I came more than a few times that night.
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The night came for my new updated performance. I didn't mention to anyone but Jeff exactly what was going to happen. My acrobatic performance went off without a hitch and as I was doing my routine, he rolled out the new pole.
It looked almost identical to the previous one and no one batted an eye. That was until Jeff borough out a four-foot-long extension and screwed it into the top. At the tip was a tapered steel dildo. The crowd began to murmur.
Like always, I began to slowly let myself down. The tip went in and I teasingly pulled back out. Little by little I progressed farther down the pole until there were maybe right inches inside of me. The crowd grew silent.
With my toned core strength, I made myself vertical with both legs wrapped around my acrobatic ribbons. I straightened my body over the pole and looked up. Without notice, and making it look like I had slipped, I fell straight down!
The pole was lubed very well and this wasn't the first time I rehearsed this move. In under a second, my body and new vagina fell around the six-foot-tall steel pole and the end popped out of my mouth! Having too much fun, I went limp and fell to the ground, my torso kept straight and upright.
There was screaming. There was applause! I heard one person vomit and another lady screamed “Oh my God, someone help her!”
Jed ran out on stage and grabbed the pole above my head. We planned for this moment. The pole was attached to a large steel plate on which I sat.
Jeff tilted the entire assembly forward, taking me with it. At one point most of my weight was being supported by the bones in my hips and skull. I was hanging free, skewered on the well-lubed steel pole. Finally, he had tipped it enough that I could see faces in the audience. Their faces were full of fear.
The crowd went silent as soon as they noticed my eyes were open and seemed conscious. I did not look hurt despite being vertically impaled. There was no blood. I kept the silence going for as long as everyone could stew in their confusion about why I wasn't dead.
Finally, after what felt like a full minute, I held my arm up giving a thumbs up, and winked. It was like the floodgates had opened and the crowd erupted into cheers! Even women who were freaking out now looked at me in wonder.
As the energy ran high, I stood upon the pole, of course, unable to go anywhere. I did my rendition of a poke dance, grabbing the pole above me and swinging around it. I even jumped up and down a few times and it got me nothing but wet.
My shows were sold out for a full month and we performed three nights a week. This little investment was certainly a profitable one! Jeff even asked me what we should do next. What do you think we should do?