Chapter 1

My ex-wife refused when I asked her to have the surgery, which was one of the many reasons I replaced her with a younger and prettier massage therapist who was willing.

In the late morning, the day before Christmas Eve, I looked up to the gallery. My six trainees were watching intently. Once I finished connecting the last of the tiny arteries and veins under a microscope, I withdrew from the surgical field. I turned and told my assisting, “The tough part’s over, Mark. You can close. I need to do some follow-ups. Page me for any emergencies, otherwise I’ll see you in two weeks.”

Dr. Mark Henson was an Attending but still my assisting, since I’d invented and patented the procedure. With his mask and magnifier glasses I couldn’t see most of his face but heard happiness in his voice when he said, “I’ve got it, Doctor Warren. Have a great holiday season, sir.”

I turned to the other O.R. staff and replied, “You too, all of you.”

As I walked out of the room, my penis slowly grew in anticipation of my two follow-up appointments. The selfish bit of my mind tried estimating my future income. Because I and those I trained were the only ones in the world who could perform the wonderful procedure, I might be a billionaire in ten years! Many other experienced surgeons are happy to pay a million dollars apiece for a month of my instruction, knowing they’ll soon make a million a month or more using my great invention, the coloclitoplasty.

A week earlier, I gave a talk at my youngest daughter Jane’s elementary school. I couldn’t give many details to the seven-year-old second graders. I told them the basics of plastic surgery and praised the virtues of sewing people back together after serious injuries. I didn’t tell them three quarters of a plastic surgeon’s usual job is cutting big noses down to size, sucking out unwanted body fat, and giving women big boobs.

The school, students, and parents would have been horrified if I told the class about MY specialty. Imagine how they’d react if they heard a coloclitoplasty inserts a clitoris grown from cloned cells into the rectum, so taking a penis anally feels great.

After surgery, two-thirds of the patients even prefer receiving anal to reaching orgasm any other way. There are a few other details like reinforcing the rectal lining and removing a small amount of anal musculature, but I basically rake in piles of cash by rearranging rears to make ass bangers and their partners happy.

The first ever patient was a porn star who paid the usual twenty thousand in fees for a minor surgery, plus a hundred-K for three hours of my time. Now she calls herself ‘Ass-Queen Angie’. She has double-anal or even triple-anal sex with huge penises, and masturbates with absurdly large anal toys in porn movies. Thanks to my special skills she can insert a two-liter bottle, or a six pack of beer two cans at a time. Unlike a ‘Max. Possible’ rectum like Angie received, most patients wisely choose ‘Double average penis’, which lets them easily accept a famous ‘big black dick’ without needing diapers or anal tampons the rest of the time.

I took a Viagra in the parking lot of a motel where two very special patients were waiting for their second monthly follow-ups after surgery, my eldest daughters Helen and Vicky. My early Christmas gift to them was performing the work for free. Their gifts to their boyfriends would obviously be frequent buttsex.

In my honest professional opinion, receiving anal successfully once was enough to confirm everything went well. I was lusty and smart enough to keep that to myself. I had invented the wonderful process, so who would dare to question my judgement? I documented the absolute requirement for a dozen monthly anal sex tests by the operating surgeon, and recommended twenty, to ensure there were no issues.

I thought I might be the happiest man alive when my “sweet-sixteen” daughter Vicky had her sixth or seventh climax of the morning, with my cock pumping sperm into her turdhole. As I recovered from a powerful ejaculation, she played with my package and suggested, “Maybe you should check us more often, and for a long time; to be sure it keeps working?”