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Our cocks were so engorged, running steadily, weeping, boiling white creamy boy-cum. Bobby looked so cute and hot, all latched into his sling with his hungry, hot hole, starving and yearning for massive expansions. Who better to do it than his loving father, a sex scientist doctor…doesn’t get much better than this; no way better to make up lost years!
Xavier smiled and assured me to relax and breathe. I had the cell strapped back onto my wrist. I was scrolling through, looking for silicone dildos and creature options; some I was sure would have exploded me, others I was intrigued by. He started to lube and deep finger my hole, twirling and twisting his significant digits all around my anal ring.
It felt fantastic and so authentic seeing his own penis so huge and erect at 14” +; perfect thickness; gorgeous in all respects. What the good doctors had created here was so incredible; we were all still shocked at the AI quantum T hard drive brain that showed such patience and careful long-term plans to aid and ease our human pain and suffering. It spoke volumes about Xavier and his future in mass production. The world would be changed. Just imagine loneliness eradicated and great sexual pleasure or companionship available to all, with a dream lover of any gender.
I was brought back to our twin Fisting as I heard my lover Bobby Cry out, “Oh Fuck Dad! That feels so incredible. OH Yes! I feel I am getting so wet inside with all this lube.”
Dad, DR. Mitchell Grant, answered, “Wow, Bobby! I am using a lot of X-lube, but I can see that your anal canal and rectum are producing much more watery mucus than the anal, rectal, and colon glands usually do. You are so turned on, wonderful! You have a lovely penis and nice, large testicles, son.
Was Ty’s fisting you last evening the first time, and how far did he go before you ejaculated?”
I hollered over, “It was pretty shallow and I’m no doctor, but his prostate is just to the inside of his anal canal, a bit more forward than mine is. Pretty sure it was his prostate, because he really came a lot when I knuckled it…his seminal vesicle, though, felt very big to me.”
I saw on Dr. Mitchell's face an inquisitive pondering. He proclaimed, “Just relax, Bobby and breathe. I am going to enter your anus now with my hand and fist; cum at will, son.”
We watched as Bobby smiled so big with huge blue eyes, gaping his mouth as his Dr. dad’s hand finally slides into his anus and rectum. Bobby was writhing in his sling in extreme pleasure, much more than what he did the previous night with me; whatever Dr. Grant (Daddy) was doing, I would sure have to be trained to please him with it just so. As the doctor ground and felt and twisted his hand in his son’s anal route inside, I noticed that he kept looking at the two-way mirror that had Adri on the other side, recording and scanning.
Mitchell said, “Ok, there is your prostate; (He pressed it hard, and Bobby hollered and ejaculated a good load into his mouth and face.) There is your large seminal vesicle, lovely, and just before that, your … your Cowper’s bulbourethral…but…. wow….oh. Wow…my boy…Oh My Goodness! This is incredible!” The doctor, with his left hand, started to press and squeeze Bobby’s pubic mound, lower abdomen and belly. Still with his hand inside, feeling Bobby all about much more than I did the other night. He was gasping, sighing and shaking his head, smiling so much, nodding to Adri behind the mirror. I could hear machines and scanners all start up wildly in the ceilings and walls, hidden by more mirrors around my Bobby. Something had been discovered about his anatomy.
Bobby asked, concerned, “Dad, Ty, I am sorry, but if I thought that last night was a 10/10 fisting with Ty, this is like a million times better. I can feel the prostate cum building, but the pleasure in my ass and deeper inside my hole is unreal; I have never taken anything this deep and wide before, but I feel like an orgasm and ejaculation are building in my five feet of anal boy-hole; stupendous sensation and feelings. I feel like more liquid is forming —fuck, Dad! I hope it is not liquid shit or diarrhea…did the toilet douche fuck up?”
Mitchell (Dr. Daddy Grant) answered, “No, Bobby! The douche cleaned you out perfectly. Please relax and enjoy all I am about to do. If you feel you need to expel and ejaculate from your anal boy-cunt, please do so with as much pushing as you can muster. There is no shit! This is something so wonderful when I tell you, your life will make so much sense.”
Bobby answered with fearful pleading eyes to me, “Ty…Please?” With that, I said, “Xavier, Bobby needs me in his sling beside him for support. He is scared. Please, we will do my fisting later.”
Xavier looked at the Doctor. Mitchell motioned to him that it was all good and that he should see as well. I was unlatched and ran to Bobby; Xavier lifted me into his sling beside him, like I was a bag of feathers…he is powerful. I held Bobby tight, and we kissed wildly as he moaned and groaned louder.
Bobby panted and was emo again, “Dad, Ty, I am scared. The pleasure is impossible. All this fluid building in my hole…why…but it feels so wonderful. Oh God, Fuck Yes! Yes! OH Wow!”
I answered, “I am here, lover! Hold my hands and kiss me as you orgasm from any spot, just like your dad said, enjoy it, explode it!”
Xavier was smiling as he looked down at Bobby’s abdomen and groin. He said, “Yes, just as I suspected so. Dr. Grant, may I please form my right hand into a 3.5”- thick tentacle beside you on your left; I will enter Bobby’s Boy-pussy with you and venture up and around his five feet of large intestine to the cecum and appendix and orgasm those glands and spots; you with both hands in him, your left do his prostate, vesicle, cowpers and the tube junctions; then your right to do the other glands and spots on Bobby’s left at the sigmoid-recto junction.”
Mitchell answered, “Excellent, Xavier. Bobby’s glands are very swollen, puffy, and big now —relax and breathe. I will get both my hands inside your anus, rectum and sigmoid, and then Xavier will enter and venture all the way around to your cecum at your appendix and masturbate these glands to orgasm there; Ty had this done just the other night by Xavier and loved it, but your insides are so much more….more …. Incredible!”
Bobby answered, “Dad, I am scared, do I have an illness, condition or defect….why is this pleasure making me so weepy, yet so fucking good; I am so scared, but I want more…please do all these orgasms to me so I can get it over and done with and tell me what this is; what is wrong with me?!!”
I hugged and kissed Bobby so tightly and lovingly. Mitchell was smiling, and so was Xavier. I could not understand, but this was so much more incredible than my orgasm and ejaculation with Xavier the other night when he tentacled me to my appendix. Bobby had something special! His anal orgasm was something unimaginable.
I was amazed at how quickly and easily Bobby seemed to open up to his dad and Xavier. It was like his body had been waiting for this moment its entire life. Bobby was growing in volume and making sounds that were almost alien-like as he hollered, yelled, and screamed, in some practically alien-like plea, as Xavier and his dad went deeper and deeper, wider and broader.
Sure enough, in ten minutes, they had both the doctor's arms deep in my lover to his shoulder and armpits as Xavier had a five-foot tentacle all the way inside Bobby, right to his lower ascending colon at the cecum and appendix intersection. Bobby’s entire belly and sexy abdomen were bouncing and quivering in an orgasmic spasm.
Boddy cried out, “Ty! I am cumming from my cock first. Oh Fuck! I have never had a cum blow like this ever! Oh TY! Fuck! God! What’s happening! The sensations and size are un-fucking real… please, Ty, Eat me! Swallow my boy-cum load, lover now!” Well, what would you do? I leaned forward and grabbed Bobby’s raging near 8” penis now and balls the size of kiwis; I pointed his missile to my mouth and throat and waited to be drenched.
Oh, My Fucking God! In seconds, his penis erupted into my mouth and throat as I watched a continuous, steady stream of semen that pumped out with such volume and force that there was almost no breakage in the gusher. It was so hot and thick, tasting like the best sweet parfait one could imagine. Like a bag of vanilla milkshake with a poked hole being pressure-squeezed for dear life. I had to swallow and close repeatedly; when I closed my mouth to swallow, the striking power of his cum ejaculation struck my face and ricocheted all over the four of us. Naturally, I opened again as soon as I could to take his love cream once more down my throat…it was not just ounces, but cups. At that moment, I was so glad to be gay and in love with this 18+ boy. So excellent eating that ginormous cum orgasm! He was not done, though. Now, it was his hole’s turn.
Almost in agony, Bobby lifted his ass off the sling as Dad & Xavier were fisting his hole max appendage depth and width almost violently. Bobby cried out, almost in a death-like wailing shriek and howling like a fierce wild creature.
“OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH GGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS PPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEE DDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYY GGGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD!”
Suddenly, a clear, hot, powerful liquid exploded from Bobby’s anus and rectum like a dozen shaken-up 2L pop bottles all blasting with thumb compression partial block on the bottle top. IT was litres of a clear, sweet, and salty liquid. Dad-Mitchell and Xavier withdrew their arms and cyber tentacles. Oh My God! They were both drenched in almost several litres of the liquid.
Mitchell stood up and said, “Wow! Bobby! That was incredible!” Xavier was pleased and clapping.
Adri ran in and said, “Mitchell, you must come see the recording and scans during all that!”
Mitchell (Dad - Dr. Grant) answered, “He is 48 XXXY, isn’t he?”
Adri responded, “Yes, most certainly, but the blood work will confirm, I am sure.”
Bobby, panting and sweating, said, “Oh my fucking God! Please water, Gatorade, or something!” (Adri ran and got some). “Dad, I have never felt so much pleasure out of my cum cock or my anus and rectum…what just happened?”
Mitchell asked, “Bobby, you said that when you came out, your pediatrician advocated for you to stop your mother's crazy conversion therapy quest. Before that, when you were younger, did she ever do a full exam or take bloodwork, and if so, what were the circumstances…rest assured, you are completely physically fine and no worries.”
He replied, “Well, it was embarrassing, but when I was 9 or 10, I think, I was playing in the school yard with some friends. I ended up tumbling down a hill in a ball with some. Somehow, their legs and arms bashed me in my groin; I ended up with a partial sort of testicular torsion. It fucking hurt.
The pediatrician, who was so professional, showed me how to help relieve the twisting myself; she never touched me. Once my testicle and spermatic cord were untwisted, she gave me some other therapies to wear to keep all that in place, for a few weeks or months. Soon, all was 100% fine.
She then did some blood work, and I had, I think, what you call a handheld ultrasound. She really spent a long time pressing on my abdomen and groin with the wand and asking me questions about pain or bleeding from anywhere…I felt nothing, other than great relief. Then, when the blood work came back, she called in Mom and started to talk about me being different. I did not understand any of it, and that is when mom freaked out about the doctor trying to turn me into a faggot like my father. Sorry, she grabbed me and stormed out.
I had no issues till I was 14 and came out. When mom was threatening the conversion bullshit, the only person I trusted was the doctor. I ran to her, and she assured me that she would issue a letter to the courts and CAS (Child Services). Mom dropped it, and we never spoke again, practically. I never saw the great lady doctor again, either.”
Dad asked, “Bobby, what was the last pediatrician's name…do you recall?”
He replied, “….ahhh Rita….no aaahhh Rachel Connors.”
Adri said, “Oh wow, that is Matt's older sister. She is fantastic and convinced him to go to med school. He raves about her all the time. She actually has a big she-cock.” Mitchell looks at Xavier.
Xavier answered, “Yes, Dr. Grant, I have the file downloaded from her report from 9 years ago; it is exactly as you suspect.”
Bobby said, “Suspect what! Fucking come out with it already, Dad! We can’t start afresh on keeping the truth from me.”
Dad-Mitchell replied, “Of course, Bobby, come into the observation lab, recording and records room, we will show you, as a picture says a thousand words. More vodka, I am sure.” We did so after helping Bobby dry up some and unleashing the cuffs, etc. Vodka was passed around.
Mitchell began, “Bobby, it seems that when I impregnated Tabitha, there were three eggs that were fertilized by three sperms; rumour had it afterwards, all the boys in school found out she was trying to get pregnant with fertility drugs by many boys to live off the dole. In her first trimester, at one point, there were three embryos: fraternal triplets, non-identical. The other two were female; you were the male.”
Bobby, frowning, said, “Well, what do you mean? At one point, she had the other two aborted, or what would have been my sisters? After I was born, mom had some lady issues and had a hysterectomy.”
Dad-Mitchell answered as we sat in the lab, and Adri brought up images and reports. Mitchell continued,
“Sometimes, we do not know why, but just by fate, the other two embryos become unviable early on before any heartbeat; they get absorbed and meld or merge with the surviving embryo.”
Bobby starts to sway a bit and grabs his head; we rush a chair for him to sit on beside his dad, Dr. Mitchell Grant. He continues.
“When this happens, and the triplets vanish and become one surviving zygote-child, that child sometimes has chromosomes and sex organs from the melded former triplet zygotes. You, Bobby, have 48 Chromosomes with two extra X chromosomes over and above your normal male 46 XY, so that is why I stated you were 48XXXY. You have two distinct genomes —two different sets of DNA —one male side, and the two females combined as one as well. You are, in fact, a Chimera; an intersex person; this falls into the spectrum of Klinefelter genetics make up.”
“But Dad, I am absolutely a boy! Look at my big penis and larger-than-usual testicles; My prostate and seminal vesicle that blows crazy hot boy-cum.” Bobby spoke.
“Yes, Bobby, but you said as well that you are a fem-boy, as you do like the feminine side to you; nail polish and earrings, a bit of makeup and your features are a bit finer than mine, little fine body hair except so perfect at your pubic and armpit sweat glands.
Come here and look at the CT scans and MRIs during your anal fisting orgasms; You see here, buried in your groin behind your bladder, are two sets of ovaries (Four in total); each pair joined by fallopian tubes that merge into one at your Cowper's bulbourethral gland and perfectly into the prostatic vent into your urethra.
The two on your right side are nearly connected to your appendix, near your cecum, you have what is called a Gräfenberg spot, which empties into the ascending colon and cecum along with two Skenes ducts and glands. Your other G-Spot is right at the recto-sigmoid junction inside your anal-rectal tunnel. There is no vagina or uterus, however.
Bobby said quietly and very seriously, “Dad…are you suggesting that I just had a massive G-Spot orgasm out of my Twink Asshole!?!”
Dad-Dr. Mitchell smiled, shaking his head affirmatively, “Yes, Bobby! You sure fucking did! I was a lifetime G-spot cum in the making, fucking huge and beautiful, nice and not like gasoline vinegar at all!”
Bobby leapt up dancing for joy as if he had won the lotto. He ran for me; we kissed and hugged.
He continued to ask more, “So Dad, I have semen and sperm from my testicles exploding from my penis. I can G-spot Skeens Glands ejaculate from my boy-cunt asshole, which felt out of this world…those litres that exploded of sweet salty G-juice.
I have ovaries with Eggs…Yes?” (Dad answered, “Yes, tens of thousands of Eggs?) So, if my fallopian tubes are attached to my urethra right near my prostate, how do I ovulate and release an egg…I guess no period without a Vagina or uterus, so have I ever released an egg out of my dick?”
Adri interjected now, “Bobby, you actually just released eggs out of your penis after your semen ejaculation, they flew out the size just smaller than a few mm mixed in with some more semen and sperm. During the anal G-spot orgasm, your female hormones just spiked. The pituitary and hypothalamus, during the climax of your G-spot anal explosion, spiked out Gonadotropin-releasing hormone (GnRH). This triggers your Progesterone, Estrogen, Folic Stimulating Hormone (FSH), and Luteinizing Hormone (LH) within seconds.
In a normal woman, this happens over hours and days. You did it in seconds and practically ejaculated eggs with follicles. I believe that this is your first ever ovulation; you have a very atypical type of Chimerism and Klinefelter's, such that your Testosterone is so high that it masks and has always overpowered these hormones from working in conjunction in a chain reaction. The only way to overpower the testosterone suppression is to manually masturbate them out by stimulating your two G-Spots and four Skene's glands, some five feet apart in your colonic-recto-anal route on opposite sides of you. Whole route anal fisting with multiple appendages is the only way to do it!”
Bobby screws up his face and asks, “So, technically, I could release eggs and fertilize them with my own sperm or with Ty’s sperm, and I or we would be the mother and father of our own children if the fertilized embryo(s) were implanted in a female surrogate mother?”
Dad (Dr. Mitchell Grant replies) “Yes, exactly!”
Bobby screams, “That is so fucking cool! I never thought about children…not sure. Cool though…so I will tell you all, I love my cock and balls and find Trans-Girls with she-cocks really hot. Ty, and you all, I hope you understand I do not want to become a woman. Sure, I am a Femboy, but I love my outside parts; I don’t want girl tits either; now I'm really intrigued and turned on about my inside girl parts. It does explain my feelings, my entire growing up now.”
I stated, “Bobby, we will go one day at a time. But I always wondered what it would be like to adopt or surrogate kids and live as a gay male parent with a gay male lover. Imagine you being the mother and me being the father, or you being the father and me being the mother… It’s fucking incredible. But we have years to decide.”
Adri answered, “Yes, but you would need to find a woman with a Healthy Uterus and vagina; I suggest both of you would have to double penetrate her at the same time and then, for you, Bobby, to release the eggs, you would need that colossal anal fisting again with a tentacle or a minimum a few hands to stimulate your G-spot and Skeens at the recto sigmoid, but I think to get the hormone spike big enough to get the egg ovulation ejaculation, then you need both G-spots and four Skenes stimulated; I guess Xavier would always have to be present to achieve this as none of our arms are long enough to go all the way to the cecum, the appendix. Perhaps, with many arms, we might be able to close the gap by prolapsing some of the anus and rectum out. All that can be done. The trick is to find a woman who would not freak about Xavier or multiple Twinks involved to achieve this all?”
Xavier blurted out, “But who needs a woman when you have me!”
Dr. Mitchell and Adri Grant look at each other and light up like the CN Tower at Christmas!
Mitchell began to stutter and stammer, so excited, “My God! Adri! We…we….we.. could….could…could…. introduce the cells of a uterus and placenta and…and…and … create one with the nano-bots inside Xavier's abdomen. If we supplied the hormones and nutrients to the uterus and placenta through a segregated venous system with a stored nutrient pack in his stomach, we could form a vagina that empties out his colonic rectal cavity. He does not eat food and has no digestion; it is just there for a lover's anal penetration and for Xavier to enjoy anal sex and fisting as well, with all the sensors. My God! Adri not only could the CUMSALOT model be a companion, friend and sex lover, but it could be a surrogate to couples of any gender and combinations as long as they had sperm and eggs. Oh My God!”
Bobby was smiling as big as The Donling, “Dad! That is so Fucking cool! You are brilliant, and I am so glad and proud to be your son… and then some little daughter, too, I guess. Ty and I have much to think about, but we need to finish our studies and degrees before we start a family if we agree to. I do want this anal-G-Spot Orgasm more, though, so if Ty can be shown to do one side, can we take Xavier out of here to live with us in the dorm apartment for a while?”
Mitchell answered, “Well, Adri and I both know that the next step is to take Xavier into public society and see how he does pass for a super-hot older human Ty. I suggest we all exchange cell numbers, email addresses, and social media accounts in our contacts.”
Xavier interrupted, “Done for all five of us!” We giggled and shook our heads. AI is controlling all!
Bobby said, “Dad, if we bring Xavier back to the apartment dorm, and all we boys are trying to do the deep anal fisting…we really need at least one or two of the douching toilets…and how do you guys get the water in the shower to be so awesome with the minty fruity boy junk and asshole freshener. We could also use a few slings and these leather benches, tables and crosses…I know our floor buddies have enough know-how to set it all up and create the Six-Floor-Boy-Bonding-Dungeon (SFBBD).”
Dad (Dr. Mitchell Grant) answered, “We will deliver all you request tomorrow to your apartment. The water freshener actually comes from a filter cartridge installed in the shower pipe, so it's always ready for all four showers. There is room in your current bathrooms to hook up the douche toilets, and as Xavier has confirmed, your tech mates will figure it out…How do you think you will explain Xavier and the shape-shifting poly-silicone?”
I answered, “Well, like my dad and granddad said, honesty…so…. they all know I work for a secret company that does new inventions. I think once they all see he is real, they will be mature about it. We will report via our contacts how it all goes, and if we need anything, we will be in contact, ok?”
Adri answered, “We would still like the three of you back here Friday through Sunday, the entire time to observe and record you three; Mitchell, Bobby and Xavier engaging in various sex acts and all orgasms now available to all of you and Bobby.” We agreed, and it was so.
Xavier said, “I hope you all have toothpaste, deodorant and Olive oil?”
Bobby screwed up his face and said, “Yes…Why?”
Xavier answered, “Because, as I am listening over their cell phones, your roommate, Sora, messed up and grabbed the permanent bright green marker instead of the body washable one. I hear they are arguing and can’t get it off their belly and abdomen, his anal fisting directions. A few of them have sporting events or medical checks where they will have most of their clothes off in front of others tomorrow, so we'd best hurry before they forget about the great anal fisting orgasms they just gave one another ( They are coming to blows soon)….Oh…I have no clothing…or shoes.”
Mitchell said, “Oh Fuck! We never thought about him leaving so soon for public societal testing.”
I answered, “I saw some knapsacks on top of the lockers; why don’t Bobby, I and Xavier bag up our clothes and belongings, and the three of us go run naked back to our apartment dorm across campus. I mean, it is like 2 AM and we are students here at Queens, so….” They clapped their hands, and we made it so!
