Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 001A

It ended two days later, ostensibly about her needing space, but I always suspected it was because I was awful in bed and that thought dragged me down for years. Now, though, it was as if premature ejaculation simply wasn't a concern. The amazing sensation only built slowly over time, and never threatened to just fire off without warning.

I leaned my head back and basked in the pleasure for a few moments, then returned to meet her eyes directly. I definitely liked it like this more -- just the sensation was good, but looking her in the eyes while she worked to please my rod, seeing that smoky desire in her expression... that was what brought it together and made it real. Sex had never been like this before for me.

By now she had changed her position, and curled herself up into a kneeling position in between my legs -- focusing herself totally on sucking my manhood. I wasn't some kind of sex aficionado who knew a good blowjob from a great one -- at least, not back then -- all I knew was how amazing it was.

Every lick, every nibble, every manipulation of my penis and balls was deliberate, gradual, exquisite. This was a woman who knew men and what they wanted. My excitement boiled; I had no idea where this gift had come from, but I certainly didn't want to give it back. Why my cock had decided to grow itself to nine inches long hard, overnight, was for later.

Her head bobbed up for a moment, and she smiled at me. The doctor's hand ran up and down my shaft, making a wet and messy sound as her copious spit lubricated her jacking motion. "Tell me how that feels, Ben..."

"Oh, God..." I flexed my cock in her hand, which had more effect than I thought it would. It visibly expanded my meat for an instant. "It's so fucking good."

"Hmmm... I'm glad to hear it. I want you to finish this test, Ben. It's fine if it happens in my mouth. I want you to, actually. Just lie down, don't fight or hold back anything you feel, and let your penis do what it's meant to do." I groaned again as the tip of my shaft disappeared past her lips again, and she descended once more. There was an increased urgency now, and her hand went to the base of my dick and started pumping.

Her grip was tighter now, no longer the light teasing motion she'd started off with just to make me hard. The pace of her bobbing up and down increased, and she was focused less on the languid tongue-bath action of before... now she was applying massive suction, and her spit was oozing down all over my waist.

I had heard about girls who could somehow suppress their gag reflex -- and given my current size, she'd just about have to if she wanted to get more than half of me into her mouth, so she had to be one of them, I thought. I felt my crown touch the back of her throat, and slowly she pressed her head down further. I felt my length barely fitting inside a tight, hot, slimy place, and sensitive as I was, I could feel even her heartbeat through her neck as my cock slid ever so slowly down her throat. She had changed up her angle now, and my cock was pointing downwards, straight down her throat. It was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced up until then.

She couldn't do it for more than a few seconds at a time; soon I popped back out of her throat and was again enjoying the attention of her tongue on my cockhead. I couldn't believe the whole thing, still; my head was swimming in a combination of painkillers, eroticism, and suppressed anxiety. I remember wondering if I was much worse off than I thought and they had me on something that was making me hallucinate. If they did, some voice in my head popped up with, then this fantasy had to be leaps and bounds better than whatever horrors my real body was going through.

My speculation was wiped out as I felt a pulse of something in the base of my cock. It was so powerful that I didn't at first recognize it for what it was -- I had always had such short and weak orgasms before, I didn't even know what hit me when my super-sized endowment started to perform its task. She must have sensed it coming before I did, and sucked her mouth closed, clamping herself over my cockhead. Her hand pumped up and down my length, making little drops of her wet spittle fly around as she pumped me to orgasm.

My pain was temporarily forgotten as my cock took over everything. I felt a singular blast of pleasure shoot down my pole as the first rope of semen was released into her willing mouth. Almost instantly she swallowed, and in that time my shaft spurted a second load into her mouth. I groaned again and again; had I been in better shape I might have yelled, but that was all I could manage.

She swallowed again, gulping down everything as my orgasm kept going well beyond what I was used to -- my cock was just pumping away. I'd never known such pleasure, and for it to go on and on like this was simply heaven. It was tapering off, and in reality the whole experience probably didn't even last fifteen or twenty seconds. Even so, with my head full of painkillers and confused as hell, I very clearly recall that first orgasm of my new life. It was the first of many -- very, very many -- but I'll never forget it, as long as I live.

A sheen of sweat had developed, making my smock stick to my chest a little. Bethany's tits were still dangling free from her upturned shirt. She rose up a little, making a big show of finally releasing her lips from my cock with a pop. A thin line of gooey come connected my slimy pole to her mouth, which she eagerly caught in one finger and sucked in. Christ, she's amazing. I hope this isn't the only time I'll ever get to feel this.

My pole was sensitive now, though not uncomfortably so like I remembered it being when I came before. She came up onto her hands and knees, and tilted her head back -- exposing her neck to me. Closing her mouth, she took a big gulp and swallowed the last of my man-stuff that was still lingering in her mouth.

I remember, it was that moment in which I knew that no porno would really ever be good enough for me again. Real women existed that wanted hot, wet, and messy sex. I tried not to think too much about how much of my life had been wasted on thinking otherwise -- besides, this whole incident was prompted by the wholly impossible situation with my cock going from below average to legendary overnight, right?

We were staring into one another's eyes for a few precious seconds, volumes somehow being spoken. She was more than ten years my senior, far more worldly and educated than me, and probably had a hell of a lot more money. Yet somehow, in her eyes, I saw this deep, passionate need. She wanted me, the way people wanted food and water. At the time, I couldn't understand; after all, I was the only one who came, right?

I remember feeling a bit ashamed of that; I'd always had this fantasy that someday I would find the Right Woman, and she and I would just hit it off and on our first night together, I would make her come twice for every time I did. Reality had other plans, but I couldn't complain -- and somehow, in that few seconds when we only looked into one another's eyes, I sensed that she was quite satisfied regardless of me having the only orgasm between the two of us - for now. It would be a while yet before I understood what really happened, both to me and to her.

Our special moment was interrupted by the door opening. I gave a start, but Bethany gave much more of one. We both looked over wide-eyed, to see that same guy from earlier walking in. He wasn't even looking at first, just pushing his cart with what was apparently my breakfast, and checking something on his phone. He looked up.

Even now I cringe at how awkward that moment was.

Really, it was just as much an empathetic reaction to Bethany. I realized instantly that however much trouble I was in, it had to be nothing compared to her. Here she was, topless on the job, a supposedly educated and dignified woman of probably forty years -- and she'd just sucked off a patient, on his hospital bed, completely out of nowhere. This wasn't to mention they had never diagnosed what was wrong with me. For all they knew, I was contagious.

No matter what happened now, even if she somehow got away with it, people would talk about her, and she might lose her license. She was frozen in place while the guy and her stared at one another. The guy looked stunned more than anything, but then he gave a little chuckle. There was nothing new under the sun to him -- he wasn't offended, he just didn't expect it. I wondered if maybe we could talk him out of reporting it.

That hope was dashed instantly when a nurse, a portly red-headed woman in her fifties, rounded the corner and walked in. Her jaw dropped, and she gave a yelp. Her hand slapped up to cover her mouth while she blanched, turned and ran out of the room. Bethany had her hand held out toward her and was about to say something, but the nurse was already gone. The guy looked back at me and her... then he shrugged and backed his cart out.

Maybe he thought he was doing us a favor, thinking we'd get another quickie in since we had nothing more to lose now. The mood was gone, though; she slid off the bed and straightened herself up, putting her bra back on then pulling her top back down. With an air of dignity, she pulled her doctor's jacket back on. She smoothed it over as she turned back to me, pulling her clipboard back up. She's not going to keep up that stupid pretense of a real medical exam even now, is she?

I relaxed when she gave me a knowing smile. She pulled a card out of her pocket, and wrote something on the back of it. She pulled open the drawer of the little table next to me, and I saw my clothes were in there. She deposited her card on top of them, and winked at me.

"Well, you seem healthy enough to me." I paused; come to think of it, I was feeling better. Not great, but far better than when I woke up. The surprise blowjob must have had some effect on whatever was causing the pain. "I'll write you a quick prescription for some painkillers, stay on them as long as you need to. In the meantime, get some rest, plenty of fluids, all that. If you feel worse again, call me, even if it's the middle of the night. My cell number is on the back." She gave me a little smile. "Or just call me whenever."

"So... I'm okay to go?" I sat up. My back didn't protest so much that I couldn't do it. I wasn't going to run any marathons today, but I could probably hobble back to my place.

"I have to run the paperwork through, so give it an hour or two until that clears. Oh... also, when you first came in, you were completely unresponsive. They called the campus registrar and got your emergency contact... your, uhh..."

She glanced again at the paperwork she'd so casually tossed aside earlier. "Sister. Emily? I didn't speak with her myself, but they said she was on her way here from New York. They wanted me to tell you she's expecting a call back as soon as you're able. Now I have something of my own to take care of... so, remember to call me." She smiled again and walked out, and I would have sworn her ass didn't sway like that on the way in. I resolved to see more of her than her tits, but that would have to be for later.

The guy -- I never did get his name, wish I had -- had been thoughtful enough to leave the breakfast cart nearby. I wolfed it down, surprising myself with how hungry I was. Once the food had settled, I felt even better. I stood up, and did a few stretches. Another nurse came in, a younger heavyset girl who seemed affixed with a perpetual frown. I felt far too good to let her get me down, and to her I must have been insufferably chipper. She took a few last tests and removed my IV, and gave me something to get filled at the pharmacy downstairs.

I was given my papers, and a tentative clean bill of health, and was outside an hour later -- wearing my jeans and shirt, with a full bottle of something-exor in a little bag. I'd ridden to the hospital in the ambulance, apparently, when my roommate had come home (for once) and seen me passed out on my couch, and been unable to wake me up. I didn't feel like calling him to come pick me up, and it was midday so the buses were running. I hopped on the city tram and showed my student pass, and off we went.

I got home a half-hour later. My roommate was gone again -- you know, I never did find out what happened to John in the later years -- and I sat down. I was hungry again, and made myself some sandwiches... and wolfed them down again, with the same strange hunger. I tried to dial Emily's cell phone, but it said she was out of service range. Probably on a flight here... or not. Em was kind of a mystery to me back then. I tried to pretend looking again at my new anatomy wasn't the first thing I wanted to do -- but finally I gave in, and went into the bathroom with a measuring tape.

I was now five and a half inches soft, and just over nine hard. My God, what happened to me? My high spirits from the blowjob this morning were almost wiped out at the renewed worry that something completely unknown was having its way with my physiology, and who knew what it planned to do next. Maybe it would do the same thing with my head. Or my feet. Or maybe it had taken all of that mass for those new cells out of my brain matter, making me a drooling idiot now and didn't even realize it. I wondered; should I sit down and start slogging through some math, just to test myself?

Or maybe, some usually-ignored voice that sounded in some distant corner of my mind said, you're the luckiest guy ever and you had the time of your life today, and you should just roll with it.

As always back then, I could never make up my mind. That's what anxiety is all about. Whenever I try to tell the girls who mention they're conflicted and worrying themselves too much these days that I understand what they're going through, they just roll their eyes at me. The younger ones tell me they simply can't imagine me being anxious about anything. I try not to let that get to my ego... much.

The girls closest to me, particularly Bethany, Emily, and my oldest daughters, they know that I'm not lying. I used to be a real mess, and all I knew how to do was study. I was swimming in college loans, had no parental safety net, was barely able to make rent, had virtually no social life, and had no idea if the mechanical engineering degree I was squeaking by along the path to achieving would actually amount to anything given my pathetic job history.

On top of that I was becoming genuinely worried I would spend my whole life alone; I had hardly any friends and had only had a handful of girlfriends. I was out of shape, scrawny and gawky, and had only recently picked up contacts to replace my quintessentially nerdy heavy glasses.

Even my internet friends had begun to lose touch with me when I lost interest in all those online video games that were brand new back then. It's also poorly understood in this era, but being of... varied ethnic background, in that day and age, caused some difficulty with social acceptance in many circles. That's one thing I definitely don't miss about the old world.

So anyway, it was right about then, standing there with my pants down and a measuring tape against my dong, that I met the Experimenter - better known as 15226.