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The next time Steve became fully conscious he was lying in a bed. He had vague memories that seemed like dreams. He half remembered something about hypnosis, and thought that a lot of time had passed since he was last fully awake. He also remembered what seemed like a nightmare. "Oh my God!" he thought, and flung back the bed covers and looked down at himself. What he saw caused him to repeat his thought - only this time he screamed it out loud.
A few seconds later a tall, well built, red haired man rushed into the room. "Ah, said Dr. Ramsden, "I see you've discovered our minor modifications." "Minor modifications!" yelled Steve, staring at his genitals. "You call these, these things, 'minor modifications'." What he could see was a truly enormous pair of testicles, encased in a tight fitting black scrotum nestling atop his upper thighs. He had a good view of these massive balls since all that remained of his once beautiful ten inch cock was a pencil thin one inch stub. "All right, don't get excited." said Dr. Ramsden soothingly. "Calm down and I'll explain everything." "Who's excited." replied Steve loudly. "A man wakes up to this," waving his hand at his grotesque genitals, "he has a right to be a liitle agitated dont you think?" "Yes, of course you do, and I have to admit that even with your husky 6 foot frame they look a trifle out of place, but they do match your hair colour." he added facetiously. "Anyway, they're not permanent." "Oh, that makes me feel a lot better." said Steve, bitterly. "I think I'd like to hear this explanation now." "OK." said Dr. Ramsden, taking off his rimless glasses and polishing them with a handkerchief. "You will recall that Vera and I are conducting experiments to determine the effects of human/animal breeding. We are doing this by transplanting animal testicles into a human and hoping that semen produced after a certain period of time has elapsed will contain a combination of human and animal DNA. It is our hope that this will result in a creature being born that will retain the form of the animal, but with enhanced human-like mental abilities that will enable meaningful communication between species." "That's all very well," interjected Steve, "but how do you know you won't get a human baby, with the brains of a cow, for example?" "That's highly unlikely," replied the Doctor. "since the sperm will have impregnated a cow's ovum. However, in the event that something unexpectedly freakish does result, the creature will be destroyed immediately." "Getting back to my condition," said Steve, pointing to his skinny cock stump, "what's the explanation for this?" "Well, I'm afraid Vera got a bit carried away." apologized the Doctor. "She is so proud of her anti tissue rejection technique that she likes to use it at every opportunity. She was planning to graft a stallion's penis on to that little stub she left you with. However, I persuaded her that what she was about to do was quite unnecessary, as all the animals will be artificially inseminated." "Damn! You mean I don't actually get to fuck a mare? I'm so disappointed." Steve said. dryly. "Anyway, wasn't there any chance of getting my cock sewn back on?" "I'm afraid not. You see, Vera removed it in an erect state and immediately treated it with some kind of preservative. She mounted it on a base with batteries wired to some muscle fibres, so that it twitches when she switches it on. The last time I saw her she was running around with it, shouting 'it's alive, it's alive'. You know, sometimes I think Vera's not totally sane." "No kidding? Frankly, I think that raven haired beauty is one of the Addams family. I suspect that both of you are escapees from a loony bin." "Don't ever say that again!" screamed the Doctor, eyes blazing. Then, controlling himself, he said, "Getting back to your condition; you were hypnotized some time ago, and are now 'programmed' to be turned on by the sight and scent of a mare in season. You'll get a hard on - sort of," the Doctor snickered, "and when you ejaculate, your semen will be collected in a test tube - a large one I think, judging by the capacity of those beauties." he commented, glancing at Steve's giant balls. "Oh, by the way," he went on, "with those things hanging there you're going to have to get used to walking like a duck. "Oh, that's wonderful. Incidentally, what happened to the previous owner of these monstrosities?" "He was a four year old thoroughbred named 'Coronation Street' who had to be put down after breaking a leg on the track. Both his owner, Mike Baldwin, and his jockey Kevin Webster were heartbroken, but were consoled when I told them that a part of him would live on." "I suppose he was the source of the cock that Vera wanted to give me as well." "Yes, and you should be glad she didn't. If she had you'd be walking like a duck and tripping over your cock at the same time. Speaking of walking, you may have noticed that you are not restrained in any way. The reason for this is simple. Vera is the only person alive who has been successfully transplanting sexual organs. You could easily escape, but if you do so you will have no hope of regaining normal human genitals. "Better get some rest now," the Doctor continued, "you're going to have a busy day!" "Thanks a lot, Doc." Steve responded tiredly, "You're all heart." (To be continued in Part 3)
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