Buying Time

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.”