Gray
By, Jaime Burchardt
Disclaimer: This story contains subject matter that may be unsuitable for sensitive readers.
Just yesterday, Lango was determined to go through this species reassignment. Today, it wasn’t ideal lying naked on a cold metal table while having human skin act as a cushion for his head.
According to the surgeon, Lango’s member had already been detached, but he couldn’t feel or move anything except his eyes and mouth. He could still hear everything, though. He saw the surgeon oozing back. He had been gone a while; probably to wash out his tentacles. His blob-like body supported said tentacles, with tiny fingers coming out of each end. Though his four eyes weren’t covered, his mouth was with a surgical mask. How practical.
“Continue? Deal?” the doctor asked in a gurgly voice.
“Yes, I still agree. To look like you, you get to devour my thing. Hope you brought salt,” Lango weakly joked.
“No salt, blood pressure” said the doctor. He moved Lango’s phallus slightly when he suddenly felt an earth-shattering pain wake his body up from the numbness. “Whoa...what?!”
“You felt that?”
“Yes!”
“Nerve endings still attached.”
He took off the mask to reveal a moist hole with circular rows of teeth. Before Lango could ask ‘why’ through the pain, the doctor leaned down. “This way faster.”
Lango looked at the ceiling to avoid the sight. It’ll be worth it. It’ll be worth...now, just screaming. Screaming should block out the noise, he thought.
