Cockfidence for Sale - Part 3…

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Penile Surgery Enhancement

In our first two installments we went on a journey with our subject as he went through his thought process (catch up reading part one here), and then in part two, where he went to the doctors office for the consultation (catch up reading part two here).

Today, we are going to review the diary notes from the day of surgery and the immediate aftermath …

"Tuesday night sucked. I go in for surgery Wednesday morning, early - so no food after midnight, nor liquid either. My boyfriend and I had sex for the last time with my old dick. He stared to complain near my climax that it was starting to hurt - oh great - what's he going to do in a month? I might add that I didn't sleep that well. Anxiety was ever present the night before the big day. When I work up Wednesday morning, I didn't realize that I should have enjoyed what might be my last shower for the next two weeks.

So my boyfriend takes me into the surgery center. I would have preferred to do this alone - but with anesthesia and all - they don't want you driving yourself home. We get to the doctor's office - waiting for what seems to be an eternity.  The doctor is late, traffic and all. A guy comes in who had the procedure done yesterday - he looked horrible. He could barely walk. The nurse tells me in an aside that he had a thickening and lengthening procedure. I shouldn't worry at all - my procedure was lengthening only - a piece of cake in comparison! How relieving I thought! What was it they told him?

In the doctor's office, we review the final details. We sit down to recap and sign all the releases. We had covered it all more or less, but in writing, with signatures it was lot scarier. Loss of erection, it may get smaller, bleeding, etc. All these potential problems. Jesus! What am I doing here? Then we go into more detail about the weights for getting the most from the procedure. Weights? Hanging from my dick? This is one catalog you have to see to believe. My first thought was to forget it. I'll be happy with the results. My boyfriend says I've gone this far - don't cheat myself and do it all.

Quicker than I can react, I'm naked and in a paper gown walking into the operating room. I lay down. The anesthesiologist goes to put an IV into my arm. I work out a lot and have very little body fat. Finding a vein on my arm is no issue. He misses. Blood squirts everywhere. I mean like a horror movie. I am so filled with anxiety at this point I can't even describe it. How can anyone miss the vein on my arm? Is this any indication of how incompetent they might be? My stress level went from an 8 on a scale of 1 to 10 to a high 15.

Now in a cold sweat, and feeling nauseous from the loss of blood, I'm hyper-ventilating.  If he doesn’t hit the vein on the next try - I'm walking out. Thankfully it's a good needle stick. I beg for anything to calm me down. He injects something into the tube and I calm down almost immediately. The last thing I remember is sighing in relief and thanking him. The room went black…

The next thing I recall is being awakened in recovery. I'm really groggy, and not waking up easily. The anesthesiologist is being kind of mean to me - slapping me about. That was an unpleasant way to wake up, and not comforting at all. I lay there for a while, with the heart monitors on - it sounded like in a movie - so I guessed everything was fine. I didn't venture to look at anything. I just lay there patiently waiting for the doctor to come in and update me on the procedure.

I was thinking about seeing the before and after pictures. I imagine my legs had been in stirrups. I wondered if they used a catheter - that would have to have hurt. I'm glad they used general anesthesia. I can't imagine feeling tugging and having had to listen to the conversation during the procedure - never mind the fact that I'm shy to begin with!

The doctor entered and told me everything went just fine. He shows me what had been done. The first thing I noticed was that my thighs down to my ass crack are covered in betadyne. It's a gross iodine like liquid to keep areas sterile during surgery. (You would think they could have cleaned me up for all they charged me!) It was cakey and disgusting.

It's time for me to leave, so I go to put on my clothes. Moving is an unusual sensation. I'm still recovering from the anesthetic, and it feels like every muscle between my legs has been pulled. I will find later that I didn't get all the betadyne off when I get home - ruining my underwear. Moving is uncomfortable - a pulling sensation. Getting into the car is awkward, bending my legs. Then talk about stoney - the motion of the car was about like sea sickness - which I've never had before in my life. Dips in the road definitely tugged at the stitches. I'm glad I was still a bit out of it.

When I made it home I easily slept for taking a three hour nap. This, of course, after eating everything in sight. I had endured about 20 hours without food and was getting irritable to say the least. Coming out of the nap, I felt the need to pee. Shit! This is it.  Does it still work? This would be the first time I had really used it, touched it, since the
'procedure'.

Into the bathroom I go, gently lowering my shorts and gently holding myself. I begin to pee - what a relief - everything seemed fine. That was the first time I really looked at it. It was bigger, and felt different hanging down there. It was kind of cool - and damn if they didn't do the best job ever of shaving my balls. The slit hurt a bit peeing - maybe they did use a catheter.

I had discussed this 'procedure' with a few select friends a week ago, and was still a bit out of it, so I decided to call them and share my adventures. I can just see the Hallmark card now 'congratulations on your new penis'. This had to be a jewish procedure when you think about it - atonement for cutting some off at birth!

Well, the evening moved on and it was nearing time to go to bed. I made sure to get my pain pill prescription filled. I heard normal nocturnal erections were painful, and maybe this would minimize that. I slept strangely, as I could only really lie on my back comfortably. Eventually, I found a comfortable position on my side. I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night with an erection. I tried to think of anything to get rid of it. It was this pulling sensation that was odd. I had been worried that I might not be able to get erect again. That question was answered, several more times that night.

Waking up the next morning was a bit of a daze. I attempted my first sponge bath - not too bad, but still - no long hot shower! Trust me, I was wondering one day out what the hell I had done to myself. I just spent almost five grand for what?

This was my first visit to the doctor to see how I was doing and to get my dressing changed.  It was a pretty small area covered. They had shaved off most of the hair.  There was really just a small piece of surgical tape covering the stitches. The doctor pulled it off. The edge had caught some remaining pubic hair. It reminded me of the time I thought to get my back waxed - times ten!

After that he warns me the cleaning solution might hurt. Compared to what I had to imagine - but it actually ended up feeling cool to me. New bandages applied - I was told to change them myself in 3 days, and come back next week. We would discuss 'the weights' at that meeting.

For the remainder of the day, I avoided napping and pain pills. I just wanted a normal night's sleep. Walking was becoming easier. I wore loose clothing to avoid pain, but the side effect was the sensation of more swing than I was used to. This new awareness tended to make me get hard more often and easier… Each time was filled with anxiety. I was glad the doctor said I was healing well. It would be nice not having to wait to shower for a full month. Maybe I would get lucky and get signed off in a few weeks."

Stay Tuned for Part 4

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