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I saw the flash of a excimer-laser scalpel, but didn’t feel a thing. I

was beginning to get drowsy.

I startled awake as she came back into the room. She had left me there,

with my legs in the stirrups and my ass hanging out while the surgical

adhesive set on the incision.

“Now we’ll work on your anterior sex organ,” she said.

She disrobed and I couldn’t help admiring her full breasts, the nicely

rounded hips and upholstered posterior of a classically voluptuous woman,

and . . . and . . . her majestic erect cock.

An Androgyn, that’s what she was. Hermaphrodites had for ages been a

medical curiosity, but only recently has the Ragosin Procedure made it

possible to support fully functional sets of *both* genders’ sex organs

in the same gen-mod body.

I’d never seen a cock that big. Nine or ten inches long and a couple

of inches wide, it must have been. Pale, almost platinum in color. Of

course — it had been force-grown from a stem cell culture. And she was

rubbing something glistening and creamy on it. Syntholube.

“The purpose of what comes next is to condition and train your sphincter

and rectum for the requirements of a Sex Machine operative. Depending

on the assignment, you may be required to have anal intercourse a dozen

or more times in a single four-hour work session. Shall we begin?”

“I’m ready if you are.”

Of course, I was familiar with the techniques for relaxing the anal

sphincter. Most everyone nowadays is bisexual if not outright reverse

polarized, and anal sex between males is no big deal, unlike in the bad

old days before the Anti-Reproduction Directives. I had already been

sodomized more times than I could count, just not by a woman’s equipment.

She slowly inserted herself into me, an inch at a time. With my legs

strapped in the stirrups and my wrists pinioned by restraints, all I

could do was let my abdominal and sphincter muscles go slack while I

breathed in the prescribed rhythm and let her ass-fuck me.

Her groin pressed tight against my upraised buttocks now. She was all

the way inside me and I felt no discomfort. She looked into my eyes and

smiled. “Stage two,” she said.

I felt myself gradually stretch open sideways. Damned if it didn’t feel

like the cock inside me was getting thicker.

“This is something newly out of our research labs,” she said. “It’s an

expanding cock. I can widen it from its normally erect two-inch diameter

to four inches. And lengthen it correspondingly.”

I could feel the depth of penetration increase as the cock within me

swelled up. Deeper and wider. That cock of hers was a damned sight better

than my own equipment. One of these days I’d have to ask if I could be

retrofitted with one of those.

“Variable width and length — that creates some intriguing possibilities,

wouldn’t you say?” She chuckled, and I felt her cock shrink down inside

me. Then it ballooned up again. Then . . . she was rhythmically *pulsing*

it — bigger, smaller, bigger . . . It was like a heartbeat down there,

inside my ass. My gut was booming like an echo chamber.

I would have come a dozen times by now, but the Sta-Hard implant wouldn’t

let me. I was painfully hard and the pressure was building up inside

me. I felt like screaming . . .

And once more she smiled. “I’ll have mercy on you. I can remotely trigger

your implant to give you release, but first . . . ”

I felt the throbbing inside me quicken as she swelled up to maximum size.

There was a cold wetness deep in my gut. She was spurting into me. Her

orgasm, or what? Then I felt the electricity.

She was juicing me with an Electrovibe. It was shooting low-frequency AC

current straight up my gut, and that tipped me over the edge. Now I was

helplessly releasing my own ejaculate in gluey streams over my abdomen

and chest. I moaned as we orgasmed together.

As she pulled out of me, a thick milky fluid began seeping out of my ass.

It smelled faintly of lavender and honey.

“Yes,” she said. “My ejaculate is specially formulated to act as an

antiseptic and anti-abrasive coating inside you. It prevents disease and

soft-tissue injury, and also increases the elasticity of the intestinal

lining. It’s scented to neutralize the fecal smell that all too often

hangs in the air after anal sex. In short, it makes your ass eminently

fuckable.”

I had also heard rumors that Androgen come had life-extending properties,

but I was afraid to ask about that.

“We’ll provide you with an applicator bottle of the solution to use on a

daily basis. Think of it as an extra benefit of working for SM, Inc. Oh,

you lucky fellow!”

The first day on the job took a lot out of me. They had assigned me to the

machine in the co-ed restroom in the municipal airport lounge. Encased

in a Neuromesh bodysuit that reminded me of a wire-frame drawing of an

Iron Maiden, I was ready for action. This metal lattice body-cage thing

connected me both mechanically and electrically to the sex machine,

and it would flex me into various postures and configurations, depending

on the customer’s preferences. It would also monitor my nerve impulses,

control and stabilize my emotions, and tend to my personal needs. Shunts

hooked up to the bloodstream, kidneys, and liver would remove waste

and pump nutrients and stimulants into me. Plugged in and networked,

I had become a peripheral node of the sex machine.