Alexandria was looking at me like I'd lost my goddamn mind, and to be perfectly honest... yeah, you do have to be a little mental for this.
"...Susie, this is a joke, right?"
This was the reaction I'd expected. In fact, I knew my wife too well - I'd thought about her springing that exact line on me, and I'd already thought of a comeback. "Was it a joke when you wanted a giant dick?"
Alex didn't really have a response for that one. The little remark was a reminder that, ultimately, this was more or less a culmination of things we'd been doing for years. We'd been into bodily modifications of some kind or another practically since we'd met. Alex had been scared to tell me about her desire to have a penis and balls in addition to her vagina - but I'd been supportive, and with the obscene wealth she had on hand, she'd been able to find a doctor who fitted an awfully lifelike prosthetic.
It wasn't like I'd gone without either. My rack and my ass both got a bit larger every few years, propelled to new heights by slightly better implants, all while looking impressively natural. It wasn't like either of us really needed to worry about the cost of all this - perks of Alex being an heriess to some dead jackass with a whole lot of money. We'd been free to have all the little tweaks and changes we liked... and now, now I wanted the biggest change available.
She reached up to pinch the nose of her bridge, phone tossed onto the table. She'd gotten good at not stomping one foot when she was frustrated - but now I could hear the fait smack as my amber-eyed divinity of a spouse momentarily lost her cool. "I understand, perhaps, that some of the things we've had done are... not... especially practical..."
I raised an eyebrow. "There's nothing practical about these jugs, except when it comes to you going motorboating."
"But still... you can function more or less normally." She let out a long, heavy breath. "You know it's not reversible, right? They explicitly make it so that it can't be reversed. You have second thoughts, you decide you like having hands, or being able to just go out in public and not get stared down..."
I sighed quietly as I reached out, taking one of her hands in mind. "I know. I've been thinking about this for months, Al. And..." Pausing, I had to stop and bite my lip. "I love you, more than anything on Earth. I love being at your side, I love... I love being your pet..."
"Oh my god, I'm gonna blush."
"I love it when you dominate me, I love being at the mercy of this goddess of a woman who loves me enough to make me submit to her..." I smiled as wide as I could manage. "The idea of being at your mercy for the rest of my life, totally dependent on you, a plaything in your hands that needs your spunk every day just to survive... that sounds like bliss to me."
"You're a goddamn freak."
"Says the woman with a 12 inch prosthetic python."
She laughed. "Touche." Her fingers drummed on the table a few times. "Okay... let's say we go for it... if that's gonna happen... I want something extra."
"Oh yeah? What kind of changes?"
A smirk crossed her face. "You'll see." With one hand she flicked at my plate. "Now hurry up and finish breakfast - looks like we're gonna have an appointment to head to."
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I don't know how she got to the front of the line - probably by throwing around a whole lot of money, same way Alex got most things accomplished. Just a couple hours after breakfast, we were being led inside a nondescript facility by several armed guards, greeted once inside the sterile white halls by a bright, smiling woman in a lab coat. She introduced herself as Dr. al-Zawahi - and I have to admit, if I wasn't a happily married woman, I'd have been making a pass or two at that Persian bombshell. Everyone here was attractive, in fact - though I suppose if you had the technology to make a dorse, making people into supermodels had to be trivial.
She soon ushered us into her office, lined with plenty of the usual personal decorations... and a whole lot of massive photos of satisified customers. Including one such customer currently sleeping in the corner. "My husband," she explained with a smile and a motion towrads the stallion snoozing the day away. "He bravely volunteered to be an early test subject. His sacrifice proved the viability of the process... and had some other benefits." She winked, it being obvious what she was referring to. "Now, have a seat, and let's go over the details, shall we?"
We obliged, and the next hour or so was spent running through the usual paperwork, disclaimers and such, a whole lot of freeing up the company from any legal liability if I ended up not liking this. But I was steadfast in desiring life as a Dorse, a fact al-Zawahi became convinced of by the time she got around to asking questions. I think she must have been surprised when Alex did - though maybe less at her having questions, and more at the nature of the inquiries my wife started making. "Can you make the changes more... extreme?"
The doctor raised an eyebrow. "We must insist that the spirit of the procedure be maintained, and there is a considerable fee for deviations from the established template..."
"I'll pay."
"Then yes, modifications are possible. What did you have in mind."
She glanced over to me with that 'do you trust me?' look in her eyes. That one she got when she was about to do something absolutely insane. I responded with a small smile and entwining my fingers with hers, leaving Alex to turn and explain to the doctor, to her surprise... and especially to mine. "I want to go extreme with this. Massive, enormous jugs and balls, horsecock long enough she can fit it in her own mouth. Barely able to stand or move around." My heart started to race. She knew how much I loved being restrained - and she was going all in with it. "Constantly, and I mean constantly aroused too, to where she can't sleep - and make it so she's physically incapable of orgasming or sleeping unless I give her permission."
By this point, I wanted to roll over and kiss her right then and there - but my wonderful, wonderful bride had one more request, one that truly made my heart skip a beat. "And... I want a horsecock and balls too, as big as hers. To feed her, and to do... other things with."