The new mix

Tim and Jim had been buddies since college. They soon fell for each other during their first year and because they had the same taste in a lot of things others started to call them "twins". They liked their blonde hair cropped, their little body hair shaved or waxed, they exercised a lot and they were about the same height. Even their clothing style was close, they liked to wear the same sort of tight fit jeans and tops. Only in one thing they were completely different: Tim liked top, Jim bottom. Which was actually a very helpful difference. When they had their diplomas they decided to go and see some of the world before starting to work. 

Their bank accounts had a good balance, so they put everything in storage for the time being, boarded their flights with little luggage and off they went for a month or two in the sun. First stop Hawaii was beautiful, though they mostly had fun inside. One evening, when they were again called twins by a stranger they decided they wanted a tattoo to celebrate their relationship and show they belonged to each other to the world. At the same time they thought it funny to have a similar, but not identical tattoo. So Tim asked the tattoo guy for a "Jim&Tim" on his left upper arm and Jim went for "Tim&Jim". 

They decided on an old fashioned font that looked like handwriting and in which the T and J looked only that bit different. They were still laughing about their idea and liked the tattoos when they arrived, after a short stop in Australia, in Southeast Asia. Life was so cheap here. And all those beautiful people. No wonder, cosmetic surgery was in these parts like going to the hairdresser at home - basically everyone did. Both had always had some problems to get that belly fat burned. 

No matter how hard they worked out, no matter how little they ate - it just stuck. So why not see if here a cosmetic surgeon could help them. Prices were low, the accounts back home still in good shape and nobody had a problem with them being foreigners and openly gay. Actually, all sorts of people were crowding the streets, and with quite a few of them you could not tell if man or woman or something in between or beyond. They quickly found a surgeon who was willing to perform the surgery. It would be under full anaesthesia, and they might need to spend two nights in the clinic. But everything looked clean, the English was good and so, why not. 

They paid the first half of the cost upfront, the rest would be settled afterwards. Sooner that they thought they found themselves in the operating theatre. The surgery would take an hour each, and very soon they were awake and - surpised. Nothing had been done! The nurse told them their credit cards had declined the transactions. They were shocked and surprised. Their accounts had plenty of money on them. After the initial shock they called and found out the clinic had confused their names and card numbers. 

The doctor and the nurse were shattered. They offered to retry the surgery in a few days time for half price or to use the fat to be sucked out to inject in other parts where it might suit Tim and Jim more. Not knowing what the doctor was talking about he explained it was common and quite safe to use body fat to augment breasts, balls or "other private parts". 

This was when Tim and Jim told him about their preferences top or bottom. The doctor proposed to use the fat to incease the size and circumference of Tim's cock and Jim's balls. For Tim, there should be some fat left to tighten his asshole - he liked top, so why have a hole open for everyone and with Tim's bigger cock Jim would get his pleasure, with a bigger ballsac swinging and banging increasing feelings for both of them. He would mix the fat with some medical silicone to reduce the absorption by the body of the fat to virtually zero. Also, the doctor said, Tim should consider having his prostate removed at the same time - he had no use for it and with the tight ass it would be more difficult to remove it in years to come. 

For Jim, as a bonus, the doctor suggested to relocate his urethral opening, vulgo his piss hole, to either behind his large ballsac or to the bottom of it - just to have some cool gadget and to make use of condoms elective. In a stable relationship like Tim and Jim had there was little need for those anayway. Also, his ass would be stretched with the help of some medication to be able to be fisted. And both might want to have a vasectomy and their seminal cords cut. Unless they wanted children, of course. Both men found the proposals extremely arousing and the idea to piss through the ballsac amazing. 

The doctor warned there might be problems with blood supply and he might have to transplant some penile tissue as well. This could mean loss of feeling or even complete loss of his cock for Jim. Jim shrugged, he hated this thing anyway, so he asked the doctor to remove it if that would make chances for the relocation better. So, everything was agreed. The mix-up of the names and numbers with the credit card was cleared and payment effected. The extra surgery was basically free for Tim and Jim, and three days later they found themselves in the operating theatre again. The nurse spoke little English this time but was friendly and careful and thorough when washing and disinfecting them. They were asleep soon and after waking up for a short time, when the doctor told them he had achieved all goals and harvested and transferred a lot of fat they drifted away to sleep. Tim and Jim woke up finally with a clear mind after a few more days, and like a good couple, almost at the same time. 

They smiled at each other when they saw their naked and lean upper bodies - no amount of sports could have achieved this. However, the good spirits faded soon when they tried to explore the other results of the surgery. Tim first wanted to find out how big his cock had become when all he grabbed at was large bandage. And Jim wanted to see how big his balls had become but there was something huge in the way. An enormous cock! Both men became very agitated and hectic. As it turned out, Tim had gotten Jim's mods and vice versa. When the smiling doctor came in they both yelled at him and he did not seem to understand why. Finally they calmed down a bit. As they found out, the nurse had accidentally cleaned away the marks on their tattoos and, worse even, upon discovering the mistake just reapplied them - but the wrong way. 

So Jim, the 100 per cent bottom, now sported a huge sensitive cock, his usual nice balls and a tight asshole just half an inch at its maximum diameter. And 100 per cent top Tim had no cock, a large ballsac with a pisshole at its bottom and a wide ass ready for use by somone well equipped - like Jim now. What to do now? The surgery could not be undone. Of course the large ballsac and penis could be cut off, but this would not really solve their problems. The wide butt could be tightened, but what help would that be? Everyone was very sorry and caring, but there seemed to be no way out. Tim and Jim were devastated. When someone proposed to simply switch roles, that did not help, though it was a seemingly easy way out. 

Finally, they decided not to have any more surgery - and definitely not in this clinic - and somehow cope with the situation. But after wounds had nicely healed - the job had been done perfectly - it was time to rediscover each other. At least they could give it a try. It was not easy to get Jim's cock up. Both psychologically and technically - the sheer weight of it kept pulling it south. A large vacuum pump and an eqaully big cock ring finally solved that problem. A good amount of lubricant helped and finally the two students tried theie best in their opposite roles. It definitely was not the best they ever had, but in the end a large load was up Tim' s giant chute. Not all was bad, Jim had gotten a nice anal orgasm. 

Three months later: The clinic had compensated them quite nicely and, most importantly, had gotten them long term visas. Studying was no longer on the agenda but both were training as nurses at the clinic. They had their own little shared apartment just a few blocks from the clinic. Both had had their body hair removed by electrolysis at a little parlour down the street and now they were contemplating exploring their new sexuality further. There were enough more or less shiny bars where people like them could earn extra money.

But first, they were going to have a little more surgery done on their bodies. And contrary to three months ago, they were going to have it at the clinic that had caused all the mix-up. Jim was going to have his ballsac removed including one testicle. The other one would be moved inside his body, producing enough hormones to keep Jim very male. Some more silicone was to be added to his cock, so much in fact, it would be hard to find a fitting hole. Also, he would have his urethra stretched so the tip could be finger fucked and he could plug in large metal sounds that would basically keep him erect all day until he removed the sound. Tim would also have more silicone added, to his ballsac, and a lot of it. His ass was wider than ever and he wanted his nipples to go. 

Both now were happy with their new bodies and roles and could hardly understand, when Jim was mounting Tim how they ever liked it the other way round. Confusing, isn't it?