Well, the fateful search was, “How can I grow a tail?” Unbelievably, a few interesting links popped up and even a couple of pictures of humans born with minute stubby tails. One link even took me back to BME where a guy had a two inch diameter circles worth of hair transplanted from the back of his head to the top of his butt crack. He had let it grow for several years and it was turning into a very nice horse’s tail. I lost interest in the topic rather fast seeing nothing that met with my needs.

Out of nowhere I received an instant message from someone with a local university’s credentials. I know several teachers and students at the university. Intrigued as I was I opened the message. The message said quiet simply, “Mark, would you like to have a tail?” I was shocked and immediately thought that there was some nasty spy ware installed on my computer. I ran my detection software and found nothing. I quickly tried to recall where I had been out on the web recently to see exactly how much trouble I would be in when the feds came banging at my door. BME, Eunuch Archive, Beast Paint, webcam and a few gay video sites topped the list of those questionable sites a guy of my profession probably should not be visiting.

Finally, I just opened the IM and sealed my fate when I responded with a simple, “Yes.” The individual on the other end stated that he was a doctor doing research in organ cloning and transplantation. He invited me to his laboratory to discuss how he could assist me in my endeavors. I have to admit as I logged off later that morning, so I could crawl into bed for a few hours sleep, my mind reeled and my groin ached with the idea that I might actually be able to have a prehensile tail. I couldn’t sleep until I took care of a few things. I had one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had while thinking about having a tail attached to my body for the rest of my life. I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of my tail and the adventure I would be undertaking later that day.

Most of the day after I awoke was a blur. I remember making sure I had the information printed from the doctor earlier that day. Off on my journey, I went. The two-hour-long drive seemed to only last minutes. My heart was beating uncontrollably as I walked into the building and was escorted by the security guard to the doctor’s lab. The guard scanned his card into the swipe slot and typed in a code. The large steel door unlocked and we entered what unbeknownst to me would be my home at least for the remainder of my break. Doctor Barker met me at the door, introduced himself, and began to enthusiastically explain his work.

About five minutes into his explanation about viral reprogramming of DNA I lost both interest and comprehension. We discussed the procedure involving a cloned monkey tail that had been grown exclusively for me. That a virus would be used to transfer my DNA into the now blank cells of the tail before it is surgically grafted to my tailbone just above the crack. The operation involved a chemical accelerator that would help the tail cells merge with my body and for the nerves within the tail to integrate within my spine and brain. The doctor assured me that all of the preliminary trials were successful. This operation would open the door to re-growing people’s lost limbs and replacing damaged organs. The thought of making history and being part of such an important step in healing others was almost as exciting as the thought of having a tail I could control.

The doctor turned up the heat in the lab and reiterated that I would need to stay there in the lab naked for at least the next four days, while he monitored the integration process. He showed me my adjoining room and pointed out the cameras that would monitor my progress. The doctor introduced me to a handsome young teaching and lab assistant. The doctor explained that, “Steve is here to prepare the area for the operation and will be here most of the time to assist you and get whatever you need.” I signed some paperwork and proceeded to disrobe for the procedure. He furthermore explained the compensation for participation in the study. A small stipend was icing on the cake as far as I was concerned. A few of the signed papers involved an insurance policy and others were a release from injury and harm. At that point I just wanted to get the procedure over with.

As I stood there naked before god, the doctor, his assistant and several cameras it became evident to all that the area for the procedure like the rest of my body was completely shaven. Steve commented about how he liked the large tiger tattoo that ran down my right thigh and the oriental dragon sleeve that encompassed my left thigh from my knee to my ass. The doctor abruptly silenced the assistant pointing out the unprofessionalism of his comments. I didn’t mind the attention as was obvious by my growing erection that missed no one’s notice.

So many of us are infatuated with body modification. Why do we modify? For some, it is the end result being better or more beautiful than the way we were born. Some want to make their bodies more functional and useful for themselves or others. For others, it is the process of taking control of our bodies and making changes to them so as to match some notion of who we are or who we want to be. Yet, others try to make some statement about themselves or the society around them.

I guess my desire for a tail satisfies several of those reasons. I have had modifications that I am proud of even to this day. Each of them has brought me some satisfaction. I had both of my nipples pierced with 10 gauge curved barbells, my navel at 12 gauge bent post and a PA at 6 gauge continuous hoop. I would never wear them at work, but I also had my ears pierced at 2 gauges. The same as my septum that I keep a concealed retainer in at all times. All of these seemed intriguing to my doctor and his assistant. I inquired if I should remove them for the duration of the experiment. I was willing to lose a couple of piercings if I could gain a tail out of this arrangement. The doctor told me they should not interfere with the procedure, but that he would require their temporary removal for the next part of the evaluation. He inquired if I wanted them documented on video. I knew then that if the videos of this experiment were to come out to the public my piercings and tattoos would be the least of my worries and my job would most likely be forfeit. So, I told him I would keep them in for the next few days.

The doctor and his assistant took some general measurements of my body including my height 5,11 and weight 150lbs. They took x-rays of my waist and pelvic region with a portable x-ray machine from the corner of the lab. I was surprised when they walked me into another room that housed an MRI machine. It took a few moments for me to remove all my steel jewelry and place them in the awaiting tray held by the assistant. I lay in the machine for about an hour as all of the intricate details of my inner body from my knees to my skull where recorded for the experiment.

After the MRI Steven held out the tray containing my jewelry and watched as I placed each back into its home. I don’t know if it was the excitement of what was soon going to happen to my body or the continued discussion and examination of my once very private indulgences, but I was sporting major wood.

We all walked into the lab and I took my place upon the surgical table. I immediately flipped onto my belly to try to hide my excitement. Steven asked me to flip back onto my back so that he could place the IV into my arm. I noticed his eyes widen and a slight smirk form on his lips as I turned. While he did this Dr. Barker began to walk me through the procedure. Explaining the first injection administered through the IV was the virus that must integrate with my DNA in order to code the blank DNA from the tail so that my body from now on recognizes the new addition as my own tissue. It was kind of strange watching a virus slowly drip into my body knowing that it was going to forever change me. If I only new then how much of a change, then I might have stopped the procedure right there and then.

The erection made placement of the Foley catheter a bit more difficult than it should have been, but did little to put an end to it. I felt the end slide past my prostate and inflate once into the bladder. The catheter was attached to a drain tube and a slow trickle of urine left me through the tube. A warm sensation came over my entire body after about half of the liter bag was emptied into my vein. About that time an injection was given through the IV which must have been an anesthetic, because only moments after I was asked to roll over on my belly the room began to spin and fade to black.

I awoke about three hours later still lying on my chest with a definite pain in the ass or at least right above it. The doctor proclaimed the operation a success and explained that the bone of the tail had been grafted onto my sacrum and that the muscles and tendons had been attached to the supporting structures much the same as they would have been in a monkey. Apparently, the most time consuming parts of the operation involved the attachment of the nerves from the tail with the base of my spine and establishing the blood supply to and from the tail.

The doctor asked Steven to inject the accelerant that would decrease the healing time and increase the tissue growth adapting the tail to my musculature and nervous system. As I started to turn the doctor grabbed my shoulders and explained that I would need to lay face down for the next eight hours. I would be able to get up then and walk around, but it should be another sixteen hours before any weight could be place on the new appendage.

I looked over my shoulder to see my transformed body. I was amazed. The flesh colored limb looked as if it had always been there. I guess because in my mind it has always been there. A camera was zoomed in on the tail where it attached to my body. I looked around the room and found on the monitor to my right an up-close image of the site. Healing was occurring at an incredible rate. The miniature stitches would soon need to be removed. The skin of the tail could no longer be distinguished from my own.

I reached back to touch the tail hoping to have some sensation. I was disappointed as I could feel the tail with my fingers, but felt nothing from the tail itself. It was warm. It was a little larger than an inch in diameter and reached all the way to my heel. It was a bit erotic as I let my fingers wrap around the member. After all in its fleshy state it looked like a three foot long penis coming out of my body or rather off of my body. Just then, the end of the tail twitched. The tail, my tail, was coming to life.

In the hours that followed a strange sensation was centered at the back of my skull. It was kind of a throbbing and warm sensation. I made the doctor aware of the feeling while he was removing the stitches. Not only could I feel the pain and tugging of the stitches as each was removed, but I also had a strange sensation of the doctor grasping my tail. It was like a phantom pain or sensation. I couldn’t tell exactly what the feeling was at first. I watched the monitor and glanced over my shoulder and began learning how to feel with my tail or how my tail feels.

Steven helped me slowly get up at the end of the eight hours. I was careful to not tug on the catheter, IV and tail. Only to be surprised as he tugged on the catheter while the balloon was still inflated. I felt it push on the exit from my bladder. He placed a syringe into the opening of the inflation point and deflated the balloon within my body. With a sting and a burning sensation the device slid out of my urethra. Again a slight smirk formed on his lips as he held my penis in on hand and the catheter in the other. I was sure at this point he was flirting with me. He removed the IV and dabbed the site with an alcohol swab.

Steven walked me to my room and reminded me that I couldn’t lay or sit on the tail for another eight hours. I wondered what I could do for eight hours. I wasn’t sure, but I knew how I could spend almost an hour. The doctor was truly an intuitive person. He announced that he was going out for about an hour and that Steven should remain and take care of my needs. With that said Steven went into the lab to get instructions from the doctor and upon his departure turned off the cameras that watched our every move.

He returned and with the same care as before took hold of my penis in his right hand. With his left he reached toward my chest touching my right nipple and lightly tugging on my nipple ring. My head reeled as he placed his mouth on my left nipple letting his tongue encircle my areola and poke through the ring. Steven switched his attention on my nipples after some time. They like my penis were entirely engorged. He was definitely not a novice. I hadn’t experienced foreplay like that in years.

I was breathless when his tongue ventured on its path down my chest toward my raging hard on. He looped his fingers into my nipple rings and tugged as his warm and moist mouth devoured by penis. Most guys have a bit of a problem with a large PA like mine. He obviously had given a blow job to a guy with a ring in his penis. The way his tongue caressed my head and the way he lightly tugged on the ring began to push me right over the edge. I resisted giving into the pleasure to prolong the moment. There was little I could do. In a matter of moments the flood of emotion and fluids soon exited my body. Steven gladly and without hesitation continued to suck on my penis until he had swallowed every drop.

I was absolutely worn out. The combination of the surgery and the attention of this beautiful young man were enough to finish me off for the day. One final occurrence sealed this as one of the most eventful days of my life. Before Steven arose from his knelt position before me something even more wonderful happened. Somehow almost instinctively my tail moved as if it had a mind of its own around my body and wrapped around his back holding him in place. We grinned at each other recognizing that I had control over my tail.

I could feel his touch as he lightly grasped my tail and began stroking it. There were still portions of my tail that I couldn’t feel. That was quickly remedied as he place the tip of my tail in his mouth and began sucking its length down his throat. This gave an entirely new meaning to deep throating. Inch after inch slid past his gag reflex. I looked down as Steven undid his pants and revealed a gigantic penis. It must have been at least a foot long and six inches in circumference. He was hung like a horse. I knew in the next few days I would get a mush closer inspection of my new friend.

Like a professional sword swallower he took my tail into his throat. I could feel the most interesting sensation as peristalsis massaged my tail and attempted to take it further on its journey into his body. I could feel his body tighten up as he approached climax. That wonderful specimen of a penis sent wave after wave of cum onto the floor below me and several feet behind me. I concentrated and pulled my tail slowly out of his throat and finally out of his mouth. There was so much running through my mind at that time, but one thing I definitely recall was that I wanted to see the balls that would go with such a spectacular penis and create such huge amounts of cum.

Once he stood up my own penis seemed dwarfed by his dwindling erection. I reached down to grab the huge monster and raise it to reveal the two most beautiful lemon sized nuts. I remember thinking to myself that this package just simply was not possible. Then I caught glimpse of my tail and new that anything was possible. I asked Steven if it was truly his from birth or if he had undergone a procedure like mine. He laughed and told me he was born with it. He seemed to be more amazed in my tail than I was about his package. It was if my tail was old news to me. It was a part of me. I knew it would always be so. Steven said that his penis scared most guys away. I was always up to a challenge. I couldn’t wait to try that thing on for a ride. The mechanics about fitting that inside me with my new tail boggled my mind. I asked him if we could give it a try later. He smiled and said we have a couple of days to try to fit it in, both figuratively and literally. He said he had a few duties to see to prior to the doctors return. I watched in amazement as he tucked that third arm and those tennis balls into his pants. He turned on his way out the door and grinned with a sheepish smile that had hints of what was yet to come.

A few moments later the cameras came back on to continue the record of my transformation. I have looked back at these videos several times in the last year to remind myself of exactly what happened. I guess I have tried to figure out exactly when things began to go wrong. Perhaps it was that very first search. Maybe it was responding to the doctors IM. It doesn’t really matter when things went wrong. There is no way to change what has happened. No way to fix that which originally wasn’t broken, but has since gone so very wrong.

It was the next morning when things really started to develop. As I walked around my room naked as the day I was born, but with a minor new addition. I loved the feel of the tails weight as it swings from side to side. I was learning to manipulate my tail. I had total control of it. I stuck my tail into my mouth without the use of my hands. It was incredible. I noticed while it was in my mouth that I had started to grow hair on it. Being clean shaven as I was this would have to be remedied. As I examined my tail more closely I noticed that the tip was also getting darker even changing color as well as sprouting long black hairs.

By the time the doctor arrived later that morning for my first evaluation after the operation the color of the first three inches of the tip of my tail had changed to a uniform black color and hair just continued to sprout up the length of my tail. The doctor examined me in great detail seeming pleased with my control over the new limb. He showed no concern with the color change or the hair growth. He explained that the entire tail may change color and that I could always have the hair removed later. During his examination I realized that there was a dramatic increase in sensitivity, so much so, that the idea of having it waxed was painful.

Steven delivered my breakfast just moments after the examination concluded. I should have been courteous and asked if either of them had eaten already, but I was so hungry. I consumed all that was brought and still craved more. The doctor said it could be my body adjusting to the required cell growth and the accelerant adjusting the DNA. He asked Steven to get another round of breakfast and I chirped in that he might want to bring two more. Upon his return I finished both in nothing flat. I wandered around the lab and my room for hours, played Halo 3 and watched a bit of television. By the time lunch arrived I was starved. I tried using my tail to assist me in eating. I was getting very good at using it, but it just slowed me down. I noticed the doctor was right in his assumption that my tail might continue to change color. The doctor took several pictures and recorded that about half of my tails length had changed color.

By diner virtually the entire tail changed to a uniform black color and the hair was growing at an alarming rate. If it didn’t slow down, then I might end up looking like a squirrel. The three of us sat down for pizza. Steven had ordered three pizzas. Little did he know that it was barely going to be enough. I ate two and a half pizzas leaving each of my diner companions’ only two slices. Steven told the doctor that he would finish cleaning up and see that I was put to bed. The doctor took the hint and proceeded to leave for the evening.

I helped Steven gather the plates and pick up the empty pizza boxes. It was probably one of the weirdest diners I have ever had. Not just because it was in a laboratory and the large amount of food I ate, or that I now had a tail, but it was the fact that I was the only one at diner naked. I placed the trash in the receptacle and by the time I turned around Steven was also naked. I looked real fast to see if the cameras were still on and apparently one of my two diner mates had already turned off the system. Just as fast my gaze returned to the handsome well hung vision before my eyes.

Once in my room I took a very good look at what a huge job I had ahead of me. I have taken some pretty big members, some awfully large dildos and even a fist once or twice. What was arising from between his beautifully muscular legs put all of that to shame. I laid back on the bed catching glimpse of the container of lube that Steven brought for our use. I wasn’t really sure that it would be enough.

Steven crawled up on the bed straddling my legs and stopping when his knees nestled into my arm pits. His beautiful ass sat just inches away from my penis resting on my belly. Even from this distance the tip of his enormous member pressed against my lips. I slowly kissed and caressed it jacked it with both hands. I liked its entirety as he rose on his knees to give me complete access. Steven placed his hands above my head on the mattress and positioned himself to slowly give my waiting mouth as much as I could possibly take. I was amazed at the magnitude that could not fit into my mouth. I felt the large head pressed against my uvula and stretching my throat as much as I could stretch. Feeling my gag reflex kicking in was the signal to Steven to grab a handful of lube for the remainder of his penis. Rather than waist the remainder of the lube I felt it as he began to stroke and lubricate the length of my tail. He continued to work both as he moved down my body and aligned his penis to my awaiting hole. He moaned as my tail found his tail and slowly began forcing its way into his insides. I began to wiggle the tip of my tail pressing against his prostate and pushing even further into his body. I don’t think he had ever been visited as far north as I now was.

I could feel the pressure of the monster pushing at my sphincter. I started to open to his advances. I just was not sure how much more I could open to my lab assistant. I longed to have his warm pulsing penis inside me. I needed to open quite a bit more. Along with my appetite for food my other desires have also increased. I needed him inside me. Steven grabbed my sac and mentioned that my testicles had grown in size. They were a little sore and sensitive to my partners touch. Nothing though compared with the strain in my guts as his head pressed past my rim. At that moment I knew I could take the fullness of his girth. The task now was to take all of his length. I almost wished he would just slam into me. Instead thankfully he slowly pressed insistently into me. There was nothing I could do, nothing I wanted to do, to halt his entrance. I felt it as he passed inch by inch into me. It slowly worked its way around and through my insides. I could feel him pressing on organs that had never before felt this kind of pressure. It felt as if he was pushing against my spine and my heart. How far inside me could he possible be, and how much further could he possible go. I thought to myself how much more could there possibly be. I hesitated looking for fear that I contained only the smallest part of him. Finally, I looked to see I was only an inch away from containing all of him. One deep breath and a moment more and I could feel his pelvis pressing against mine.

I had done it. I had taken in more than I thought was even humanly possible. Then again was I still human. My head reeled for the long sweaty pumping session he had in mind for me. Steven said that I was the first person that ever took all of him. He was in heaven. I surrounded his entire penis with my warmth and undulating muscles. He told me he didn’t want to leave. Steven continued pumping a complete foot of himself in and out of me. I new as he slowed that his fluids would soon bathe my insides at depths never visited before. The sheer force not to mention the amount of cum was incredible. I erupted at the very same moment with a stream that normally would have hit me right in the face, but instead for some odd reason only pooled in my navel.

I took several minutes for the engorged member to become flaccid. When he finally pulled out of my body I felt vacant, empty and longed for him inside me once more. He collapsed onto his back with almost the full length of my tail within him. He wanted it all just as I had taken him. We were both wiped out. I told him as I pulled out of his intestines that he would have nothing to look forward to if I made it all the way into his body.

We laid there together for about an hour without saying a word. Finally, he looked into my eyes and reminded me that the doctor would be back soon for my next series of tests. I watched as the handsome man left my room. Just at the door he turned and looked at me with that grin and his face and I knew that we would soon be again in each others arms and bodies.

When the doctor arrived he asked if I would get showered and join him in the lab for the evaluation. The smell of sex on me and in the room must have been overpowering. After all we had been at it for a very long time. While in the shower I took account of the changes that had begun to occur in my body. As I slathered up my tail I noticed that the black color and hairs that had once only spotted my tail now covered only the tip of my tail had moved past my tail and now started to convert the skin I was born with

When I washed my genitals I realized how right Steven was about my balls. They were huge, almost as large as Steven’s. It seemed at first as if my penis was smaller. I couldn’t be sure. It might just have been that it seemed so much smaller due to the size of my nuts. It was almost as if my penis was becoming attached along my belly and that the flesh covering it was thickening.

I pointed out the changes to the doctor during the examination. At first he was quiet and seemed a bit concerned about a few of the changes. I could hear my stomach growling. He took several pictures of my tail and genitals. When Steven arrived the doctor requested several more tests. We proceeded back to the MRI room and another series of x-rays were taken. Before the tests were even completed I was pulling food off of the table. I was eating an incredible amount of food. The doctor was actually frightened as he noticed that although it had only been two days I had gained almost 50lbs.

By the time I had eaten all of the food put before me I noticed that my scrotum was now black and that my balls continued to grow. I stood up to show the doctor when I felt a strange tug in my crotch. It looked like my penis was shrinking and turning black right before my eyes. After some further examination the doctor, Steven and I agreed that it was receding into my body and that the black sheath that now surrounded my penis was completely attached to my belly. The doctor asked Steven to pull back on the sheath to expose my penis head. All he had to do was touch my sheath and I became excited. What happened as my erection started shocked both of us. My penis grew to almost its previous length pushing its way out of my sheath, but it was only half the diameter I had only hours ago and now was as pink as the inside of my mouth and rectum. I had to take out my PA since it wouldn’t fit into the sheath as my penis retracted.

Within the next few hours the changes were so numerous and advancing so fast that the doctor requested that I remain on the examination table so that the cameras could better record the changes.

My crotch was now completely black all the way up to my belly button. Steven noticed that my nipples were turning grey and before our eyes then turned black. My chest panel began changing color and texture. It felt like the skin was thickening as it changed color. By the time dinner was delivered the skin below my finger nails and toe nails black and the first of the test results was back from the lab. The doctor and Steven spent several minutes looking at the results.

While they worried over the results my hand drifted down to my penis. The feeling was unusual as I found that I couldn’t make a fist around my penis and sheath. I brought my hand up to my face and noticed that the palm of my hand had changed. They appeared longer. My fingers were thicker. The doctor looked up from the test results only to see me examining my hands. He ushered me into the MRI room and began another test. I thought it was kind of odd since he wanted me under the cameras only a few moments ago.

The doctor took all of the test results and raced out of the room. He expressed his concern to Steven and requested that he spend the night with me. Even though my mind was focused on the changes I was going through I was excited at the notion of spending the entire night with Steven. I was horny. I was now a much more even match for him. My muscles were bigger and even my bones seemed to be thicker. Sex with Steven was different. I had to take him from behind because my penis was now sheathed and attached to my belly. This was only part of the problem since my red rocket was only a shadow of its former self coming out of its sheath only when excited. I know it could not have been satisfying for him. Although both of us were surprised at the ounces of cum that shot out of my lemons that shot into Steven’s body.

We must have had sex a dozen times that night. Each time after that first time I bottomed. Next morning the palms of my feet and hands were black and their texture had changed. I wondered how far would this go? I knew I would never be the person I was before this, I now wondered if I was still a person at all. And I was ok with that, I had almost come to terms with what was happening to me.

I was then only 220 lbs I still had some pink fleshy colored skin mostly on my back thighs and biceps. Most of the tattoos on my thighs were no longer visible. And I had to take out the remainder of my jewelry

After our long night I hadn’t seen Steven all day. I was beginning to worry and even worse than that I was absolutely horny. If he had walked in that very moment I would have raped him right on the very table where my tail was attached in sight of the doctor and the cameras.

The door opened at that moment and I was dismayed when it was only the doctor. The doctor couldn’t answer my questions. He brought in several virologists to examine the test results. They determined that my body was now producing the accelerant and rather than the virus copying my DNA into the tail it found common DNA in the tail and my body and sought to make both into this form.

When the doctor entered I caught whiff of a very familiar odor. It was Steven. He was here, but why didn’t he come to see me. I wondered if the changes my body was going through made me unattractive to him. Would he ever return? Did he hate me? I inquired but the doctor denied his presence here at the lab.

Finally, my appetite seemed to slow. Unfortunately, my sexual desires didn’t slow. Another lab aid came to give me my next meal. I pounced on him and in only a fraction of a second had him virtually stripped to his underware. It took everything within me that was still human to let the aid up. From that time on I was locked in my room. They slid food into my room through a little sliding panel for the next two meals.

The doctor came to my door the next day and told me that he regretted to tell me that Steven was dead. I asked if I could see him. He said that it just would not be possible. He was probably right. I most likely would have taken him while he lay on his death bed. I asked how he died. The doctor proceeded to tell me that the virus was still active in me and when we had sex. I gave him a viral disease that was trying to convert him into what I currently was. The doctor had placed him down the hall for observation and viral treatments. The pain he was in must have been unbearable and the conversion was incredibly fast. He took his own life by increasing his morphine drip to a lethal level. I was heart broken. I longed for him. It was evident that I would do this to any one and I was getting hornier by the minute. My hands were no longer able to be easily used for masturbation. I continued to get more frustrated. As my entire body was now black and the long black hair of an ape covered most of my body. I begged the doctor to castrate me.

I knew that I was long gone when the doctor called a veterinarian to perform the operation. The doctor asked me to sit once again on the cold laboratory table. A very eerie feeling came over me. How much more of my humanity would I surrender on this table? The doctor knocked me out before the vet arrived so that he wouldn’t know that I was once human and that I could talk. When I awoke a bandage held some gauze in place covering my groin. Against my black fur the wrap was strikingly almost obscenely white. I carefully pealed away the bandage to see how much more of my life I had lost. The hair had been shaved away from my black skin. My black scrotum that contained those damned orbs now hung low and loose devoid of their previous cargo. The stitches were well done and the swelling was minimal. I wished they would have just removed the entire scrotum to help me forget what was lost. Now the emptiness will serve as an eternal reminder.

As I was examining myself the doctor entered the room. He had a sad expression on his face. He said that again regretted to be the bearer of bad news, but he had to tell me that my DNA had stabilized, that the virus had done its job and was no longer active in my testis. They didn’t have to be removed. I can still hear those words resonating like an echo even to this day. The doctor went on to explain that once the virus died six days into the experiment it was determined that I was no longer able to contaminate others. One day after killing the last thing I had to hold onto in this life the very things that killed him were no longer a threat.

So now was I not only a human, monkey, ape hybrid I had killed the only person I cared about and now I was a eunuch for no good reason. Now a eunuch, I would have no desire to have sex and my longing for Steven left me as empty as my scrotum. Reversal of what has happened is not within our grasp. So here I sit typing my story to be filed in the record along with all of the related research. I have asked that the doctor call my former employer and notify them of my death. I am for all intensive purposes an ape. I could never return to my life as a teacher. I just thought that someone should know about my efforts to improve my own being and advance the science of medicine. Ironic how the instrument of my own destruction the world wide web now holds the only public record of what happened to a once , happy, gay, teacher named Mark, now I am a curiosity an ape with a tail and the mind of a man. Will I live out my days in this lab? Will the doctor have me euthanized as a lab animal at this point? I don’t really care.