Star Trek Boner Grower

*Author's note: This is a sci-fi story/fanfic set in the Star Trek universe. It's meant to be a fun little story, in no way cannon or anything. The goal is to simply entertain.

"Come on, come on," I say under my breath with a hint of frustration as I look at my diagrams for the millionth time. My eyes hungrily find the section I need, to which I already knew I was right before I looked.

Currently I'm sitting at my personal workstation, made perfectly for me. Everything is right where I need it, with all my tools within reach. Tools that have been modified by myself, for myself. Not to mention the six screens that I have in front of me, each one showing a different schematic of my invention.

I know I should stop and take a break as I've been at this for hours, but I can't. I mean, I'm so close to finishing! I know I am. I can feel it. I know I've said that very thing before as I sit day after day in this position, but I am so close I can taste it.

I'm an inventor, and a damn good one too, no matter what anyone says. Sure they laughed at me and my ideas at the University of Kaijinhji. Said that I was nothing but a loser with loser ideas. A loser pervert at that since most of what I was after had something to do with sex.

Sure, what I am working on is something that no one thinks they need or will want, but I know better. More than that, I'll prove them wrong. What I am creating will change the world.

What am I working on? Well, it's a bit complicated, but the purpose is as simple as simple can be. You see, there are many men, much like myself, that enjoy sex. I don't mean enjoy sex whenever they can get it, like how joined couples have sex on date night, but need sex like they need air.

Men like myself need sex or it changes us. If I go without sex for too long, I feel myself change, becoming more of a jerk. Without it for too long, I could easily become violent and dangerous. So I must have it. Which isn't much of an issue as Sex Palaces are aplenty here, so as long as you are ready to pay, they will play.

Hell, there are days where I spent the entire day trying to have sex. Where every minute of the day was devoted to sexual conquest. Where I blew off work and went to my favorite haunt to release all of my sexual energy.

Hence is the problem. The issue is that after sexual intercourse for too long, a man's sex organ gets tired and doesn't want to work properly. No matter how badly your brain or heart wants to go again, the sex organ refuses to respond in the required way.

There is nothing worse than wanting to have sex and not being able. It messes with your mind, making you feel like a loser. Doesn't matter how many times you had sex that day, the moment you can't perform, that's when you are a true loser.

So what's a guy to do in that situation? Medication? Sure. But then you are a slave to the medication. And medication wears off. Not to mention that in a lot of cases, you can't take it because of the risks involved.

That's where my invention comes in. The invention of a lifetime. It's going to be a true game changer, especially in the world of sex.

My invention will prove that I'm not crazy. And those that called me a pervert will be begging me for what I'll have. Oh yes. More than one has called me a pervert. A sick pervert. Gross. Ugly. Soon they will be begging me for a spot on my team from the money I will have.

"Oh hell!" I gasp as every screen cuts to the viewer at the front door. The sudden abrupt change scares me and makes my heart pound, as if someone just snuck up against me. It's enough to jolt me out of my thoughts and make me scoot my chair back.

"Oh, hell, I forgot about her," I mutter to myself, seeing the young, good looking female waiting at my front door. If the viewer went into Interrupted Mode, which it did by appearing on all screens, it means she's pressed the doorbell at least three times. From the look of the poor girl, I bet she's been waiting out there for a while. I probably didn't hear the chime due to how hard I was concentrating.

"You from Sexy Time Hard Time?" I ask after hitting the speaker button on the middle screen. To this the woman looks directly at the camera, putting on her most sexy smile. Like most of her kind, her face is made up with makeup and more to hide any defects.

"I sure am baby. I was just about to give up on you, which would have broken my heart as I heard just how sexy you are," the female says in the same sort of fake sexy tone that all of her kind uses.

I say nothing about the obvious lie, as it's all part of her job description. She will say anything in hopes of making me happy, which should make our time together go faster so she can leave sooner. Either that or she thinks I will pay more.

Her smiling face still fills up the screen to which I hit the "Open" button to allow the front door to open remotely. Once it does, I see her enter, where the screens return to what they were showing before, the schematics of my invention. Immediately I go back to what I was doing, checking the last insulated wire.

"Heya sexy, I'm Stacy. You ready to do this?" The escort asks as she comes into the open room. At once she stops and looks around, no doubt turned off by all the machines and technology that I have disassembled and are laying around. All these parts everywhere makes the place look trashy and messy, when it's really not.

I get a real "I wanna leave" vibe about her, which I hate. But what do you expect when you hire on the cheaper end of the escort tree? I used to hire from the best Sex Palaces, but slowly but surely, less and less took my bookings.

Complaining didn't do any good either, as they said it wasn't the girls' fault, but my own. Each one gave some crap excuse, either saying I was too aggressive, or I wanted too much, or that I was a creep and made them scared because they were uncomfortable with how much I talked about sex. But come on, they are whores! Who better to talk about sex with?

"Yeah, yeah. Just...go into the bedroom, I'll be there in second," I tell the escort, already forgetting her name as I test the lead wire on my invention.

The escort sighs softly at this, and I know why. The more people they serve in a day, the more money they make. So she wants to come in, get it done and leave as fast as possible. Doesn't matter if you paid for an hour either. They want to leave as soon as possible, where what I want, no, desire is, to get my time and money's worth.

"You sure baby? We could do it right here, right now," the escort offers in that sexy voice of hers.

"I could service you as you work on...whatever that is," the escort offers, no doubt trying to make the idea of having my organ service while looking a popular kink.

"All you have to do is just sit there, and I'll move under the table," she offers. I hear her say this, but don't pay much attention, as I've actually tried this many times. As far as sex goes, it's ok, but you can't really concentrate on either work or sex during the act.

"Or I could hop up on your tech table there," she suggests, making rage rise in me as it sure seems like she wants to destroy my invention and research.

At this I hit the circle button on the side of my chair, which turns the seat all the way around so I can face her. When I do, I give her a hard stare. A stare that reminds her that I'm the one paying her, so that makes me the one in charge. Since I am in charge, I'll tell her when she's to suck me off, spread her legs and when to get fucked.

How dare she think I would mess up my greatest invention with her body of all things? Doesn't she understand just how hard I've worked on this? Why would I dare mess up any part of my invention with whatever she may have wrong with her? She's just a whore. No purpose, no value, no nothing.

"What...what's that on your eye?" the escort asks, pointing to my face, seeing what I call my "Viewmaster." Since I was turned around when she entered, she didn't see it before.

My Viewmaster is another of my inventions. Well, I can't lie, I didn't fully come up with it. Instead, what I wear is sort of like a combination of multiple other ideas and technologies. It did take a lot of research and searching around the planet to get all the parts I needed to get it the way I wanted. I can honestly say no one else has anything close to my version of it.

"It's an ocular implant," I tell her, sharing this with her only because I am proud of my invention. I continue to look at her, making sure she can see my invention clearly.

The Viewmaster is a circular black device that connects over my right eye. It's the shape and size of a coffee mug, but is made of metal and plastic. And it connects to my brain via diodes that I had surgically implanted in my skull, allowing the device to stay firmly in place.

"Watch," I offer the whore, grabbing the Viewmaster and gently twisting it to disconnect it from its port. Once it is disconnected, I lift it to completely remove it from my skull. Once I do this, the whore is able to see my real eye, as well as the three small metal diodes sticking out of my skull that the Viewmaster connects to.

"Oh, that looks...painful. And why are there so many lights on it that blink?" the escort asks, clearly freaked out by my invention instead of impressed. This makes me sigh again, as I actually considered she may be smart enough to appreciate the brilliance of it.

"Well...it's not for the weak minded," I say, reconnecting the Viewmaster back over my eye. It instantly reconnects, making it as if it was never removed.

Now that my Viewmaster is reconnected, I am able to see my schematics in greater detail as well as in 3D. The Viewmaster makes it seem that the image is beamed directly in my mind, when it really isn't. Using optics as well as my neural pathways, it gives the appearance of such visual information to my brain. And what makes my Viewmaster so invaluable is that I'm able to rotate the schematics in any direction, not to mention have any sort of view I want on the inside of any object.

And this baby can also take the input that my left eye is seeing and do all manner of helpful actions, from searching what I am seeing, increasing the magnification, seeing heat signatures and tons more. I've even worked on a filter that will allow me to remove clothes from any female that I see.

"You...you gonna wear that when we, you know, do it?" the escort asks, still very freaked out about my Viewmaster. Or maybe she's freaked out over how it gets connected. In any case, I don't care.

"Remove your clothes," I order her instead of answering. I then turn around to face my workbench again, not really caring about watching her do such a task. If it was up to me, every female would have to stay naked all the time. No clothing would be permitted, ever.

Leaning over my workbench, I resume what I was doing before she bothered me. Here I take my lightscript tool and bring it to my invention, still trying to correctly attach the stupid wire.

"I'm ready baby," the escort tells me, no doubt naked as can be. If I had to guess, I would say she's currently rubbing her hands up and around her body in an effort to look sexy.

"Go to the domicile, I'll be there shortly," I tell her in a firm tone while not even turning to look at her.

After a few moments she finally gets the hint, where I hear her begin to walk down the hallway and towards the bedroom, leaving her clothes behind. Again, I know she rather get our session done as soon as possible, but she's on my time now. She can wait as I've paid for her to be here.

"Come on, connect. Connect," I mutter under my breath as I manage to get the wire in place. Now it's up to the device to connect all membranes, which will cause it to power on.

Now playing the waiting game, I take a long sweeping look over my invention. Seeing it fills me with such pride as I knew one day I would create something so special. Even the name is special, as I've lovingly called it, "The Boner Grower." Yeah, it's a horrible name, but it's catchy. It'll make people stop and look.

What The Boner Grower is, is three rows of small black chips that stretch the length of my pinky. Each row of computer chips are connected by hair-thin wires that transport energy and information along the chips. These chips are very flat, not to mention lightweight, as they have to be so the man will have no trouble when he has to attach them to his most prized bodily possession.

The three rows of chips are to be placed on a man's genitalia. The chips are to run from the base of his sex organ, all the way to the head of his cock. And because the chips durable and flexible, not to mention as thin as film and wires expandable, the Boner Grower can stretch as much as needed for any sized organ.

Now...what does the Boner Grower do exactly? Simply put, it makes your dick hard, for as long as you want. It could make a male's sex organ stay hard for months if he so wanted, at least in theory.

How does the Boner Grower do that? Easy. The chips will always make contact with the male's skin. This allows them to absorb body heat where the invertor will convert that stored heat into useable energy.

When the male wants an erection, he simply thinks of that process. The nuero-link will send the correct series of commands via the body's electrical senses which will then activate the Boner Grower, which then uses the stored energy to send electric pulses to stimulate the sex organ. This allows it to become erect for as long as it receives the electric pulses. And as of right now, as long as the male is alive and generating body heat, the chips will always have stored energy.

Genuis, right? Now, I have had some trouble on my way of reaching this point. I will admit, this is version three of The Boner Grower. The first one had so many issues, mainly with the damn invertors overheating. They would absorb too much body heat, making the chips overheat when trying to convert it to power. Needless to say, it wouldn't be very good for a man to finally have a hardon, then have his dick catch fire.

My second version did correct the overheating problem and it did work overall, somewhat. It had an issue that the connection between brain and machine wasn't stable. In that version, instead of activating the device by thinking, you had to use the remote, or press the right combination on the chips to activate it, which again wasn't ideal.

The way to solve this issue came to me in a dream. I have no clue why I didn't think of it before. The answer was literally right in front of me all the time.

We use computer based intelligence, otherwise known as fake intelligence (which is often called "fa-int") in nearly every aspect of our lives. From our doors alerting us when there is a visitor, to the food creator sending out order processes when it is low on supplies. We even use fa-int when we go to sleep as the house's fa-int controls the lights and sounds.

"I'm gonna start without you," the escort calls from my bedroom in that fake sexy tone. I can only imagine she's rubbing herself more, trying to entice me to join her.

As I stare at The Boner Grower, I hear it start to hum with a soft hum. A moment later, I see each chip flash it's signature green light to show it is fully connected and processing data.

"I did it! I did it! It's time! It's time!" I say excitedly, pumping the air as the chips connected successfully. The Boner Grower is working! It's operational! More than that, it's ready to be tested!

More excited than I've ever been in my life, I quickly remove my clothes, as it is time for the real test. That's why I booked the whore for the rest of the day, despite her wanting to leave. I need to test The Boner Grower for real and for true. And who better to use it on than some nameless whore?

Oh, going back to how I solved the issue between the device and the brain, all I had to do it put a fa-int into the device. Previously I was using a self-created operating system, which is why it was having such issues. The OS couldn't think nor understand what the goal was. But fa-int could.

I did have a concern about the fa-int that I purchased as I had to get one off the black market. I much rather get a sturdy and healthy version that is proven, but that costs more than I could earn in a life time, not to mention the time to learn how to program it. So I instead downloaded one for cheap, then injected my own code to make it do as I want.

The custom fa-int will be able to navigate the impulses from the brain to the device via the electric pulses. It'll also be able to keep the chips linked to each other, as it will act as the brain of the device. So if there is any issue, like with overheating, it will be able to solve it at once.

Naked now, I stand in front of my workstation, my dick in hand. Already I am at full mast just at the thought of how my invention is going to change the world. I then wipe my manhood clean with my wipes, feeling beyond excited and aroused already.

I take the Boner Grower and slide the first row of chips onto my cock. There I carefully press each chip against my skin, making sure it makes firm contact. I repeat this for each of the three rows, making sure every chip is placed where it is supposed to go. My sex organ throbs as I see the chips even start to change colors to match my skin tone.

"Alright, get ready to have the pounding of a lifetime," I call out to the escort, running my hand over my sex organ repeatedly to make sure the chips won't fall off. As I knew they would, they are fully attached to me, as if part of my body. I quickly grab lotion off my workbench and place some on my cock, wanting to make sure the chips stay in place even if wet and slick.

"Oh baby, I'm getting so lonely. You know what I need. Now get in here and do as you promised," the escort calls out. Again I know it is because she wants to get this over with, but she's about to have one of the longest sessions of her professional career.

Content that the chips aren't going to fall off, I turn and walk towards my bedroom, naked as can be. Even though my body isn't the biggest or best looking, at the moment I feel more powerful than the biggest warrior in the world. Today I feel as tall as the biggest Flopa Tree.

I am beyond excited to give The Boner Grower a test drive. The only issue is, it'll take a few minutes for it to absorb enough of my body heat to turn on. But what is awesome about it, the escort's body heat will help make it go faster once we start. So after just a few moments of sex, The Boner Grower should power on, and we'll see just how long my cock stays hard.

Stepping into my bedroom, I see the escort on her back in the middle of my bed. Upon seeing her, I do stop and stare as whenever I see a naked female, I always stand in awe. A female's body is so beautiful and sexy. It is enough that I could stare at a naked female all day long.

"Wow. I am very surprised. Your chesticles are huge," I tell the escort as a compliment. And this isn't a lie either. They are rather large, and firm. No doubt fake, or maybe injected with something to make them look that way, but still visibly impressive. I'm rather excited to feel them to see what they are like.

"Come here, you know I need you," the escort beckons with her hand, still on her back. She then spreads her legs smoothly, showing her sex to me. Now in the presence of her beautiful sex, I find my dick pulses, which has nothing to do with my Boner Grower.

"Do...do you have to wear that thing?" the escort then asks, clearly meaning my Viewmaster. For a moment I had concerned that she knew about The Boner Grower. If she knew about it, I doubt she would allow for the use of it.

"Shut up," I tell the escort as I step up to my bed. There I step between her legs and lean over to grab them. With a hard tug, I pull her entire body to the end of the bed, where I am now between her legs.