I'm not putting this into a category you might expect after reading it. It could go into lesbian, but that would be misleading, because of some things regarding the sex happening. I'm not putting this into transsexuals, because the mindset isn't fitting for that.
The keyword here is basically 'artificial dick', so you know what to expect, even if it may spoil a little bit of the fun.
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It took quite some effort to get to know what was wrong with my best friend Misha recently. We were as close as best friends could get, but about two weeks ago, she had suddenly disappeared and only rarely taken a call. She had done everything to prevent me to check in on her and I had been sitting on hot coals for the whole time. Until I couldn't stand it anymore and paid her a visit.
To my relief, she wasn't obviously ill or injured. She was looking horrible, though. Not like in being a mess, but like in crying whole nights and flirting with suicidal ideas. I knew immediately that I couldn't go home again, let alone go partying, as long as we hadn't solved whatever problem was bugging her. With that, the investigative part started.
Misha wasn't happy to see me at first, but I had her crying in my arms after a short while. I let her release that tension and listened to her sobs and the rare comprehensible words. Some kind of accident must have happened at work. I figured she might have damaged something valuable or so, because she was totally freaked out.
I soothed her like a true friend had to. I didn't have to tell her that I was willing to help with anything. She knew that. I could only imagine that her problem was of the embarrassing sort and that she had been too ashamed to even tell me about it. Meaning that it had to be a serious mess. I wouldn't get to know as long as she was all tears, though. I had to be patient.
It may have been about an hour, before she calmed down a bit. In the meantime, my worries had found some more fuel. As much as she needed someone to hold her and soothe her, she didn't give in completely. It became pretty obvious that she was trying hard to keep her lower body from touching me anywhere even accidentally. The possibility of her hurting down there was absolutely horrifying, for it might mean that somebody had... injured her there.
Naturally, I couldn't just ask for that. I was certainly preparing the most violent and cruel punishment ideas in the back of my head just in case, though. If anybody had forced himself upon my best friend, I wouldn't leave it with cutting his dick and balls off. I would feed them to him and that was only for the warm-up. When she was calm enough to tell me a bit more, I was already furious and did my best not to show her.
What she told me didn't fit my worries, though. Her story went into a completely different direction and left me totally puzzled...
"I had an accident in the lab last week," she explained hesitantly. "I was working on a formula on my own, even though I didn't have any permission to do so. I... I wanted to try something and make an impression, y'know?"
I could only nod. I knew that she wanted to impress her bosses. She was ambitious and talented, although I didn't understand most of the stuff she did. She was a chemist and biologist, working for a large research and development company. They did mostly medical stuff, but the gobbledygook went far, far beyond my horizon, even considering my experiences with things I didn't understand, but had to sell as an advertising specialist.
"I was working on some stuff from another department. It's a dead end project. The substance was thought to be useful in prosthetics. Imagine a biological replacement limb, not made from normal flesh, but from an artificial mass with biological properties."
Seeing my confusion, she paused and tried it another way.
"Imagine play dough," she suggested. "Just that it can be attached to the body and even grow alongside. It's living material, and still artificial in nature and reprogrammable if necessary."
"Sounds like... good for children, huh?" I answered.
"For example, yes."
Well, I got it so far. It was still beyond my horizon, but I was following. The weird part came then, though.
"The stuff didn't exactly work on the large scale," she explained. "Limbs are pretty complicated and although the substance theoretically should be able to get the job done, it didn't perform up to specs in tests. Even a finger was beyond its capabilities, but it was a close call. So I... I figured... Well, I thought it might work for dicks..."
"What?"
"Dicks," she answered, blushing deeply. "Penises."
"I got that. I just...
Why
?"
"Because one of the scientists from the original project said that the only thing they could use it for was penile reconstruction, but nobody would need a cock he couldn't really feel with," she defended her idea. "So I tried to increase the sensory capabilities. That part worked pretty well..."
"Wait a second," I interrupted. "You developed some modeling clay that could be used to form functional dicks that can even feel?" She nodded. "Now you got my attention! I know dozens of potential customers, already."
"It's not meant for cosmetic purposes, but for prosthetics," she chided. "Although... I guess the whole project could probably turn that way, from the looks of it..."
I could have made a bit fun of that, but looking at her I got an inkling that she wasn't only serious, but the other shoe was about to drop. If she was right, she had made quite the discovery, though. I really knew some men who would have liked - or direly needed - a bit more flesh on the pole. A dependable method to increase penis size would probably be the most valuable discovery of the decade, if not the century.
"What happened?" I asked softly and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "You know, you can tell me."
"I don't know if I can tell anybody...," she whispered, letting her head hang down.
"Is it that bad? Did you... spoil the mixture and delete the formula? Or are there side effects?"
"Hah!" she made cynically, her head coming up again. "Side effects. That's a cute way to put it..."
I just stayed silent and showed her all my support. Admittedly, I was pretty curious by now.
"I worked until deep at night," she went on quietly. "I was close and in the end, I thought I got it. I had a sample react perfectly and work like it should. I even fed sensory data from a real penis into it and it worked like a charm."
"You mean you had a dick on your desk?" I cautiously inquired.
"On my desk and then inside of... me," she whispered. "It looked so nice. Long and thin, but still juicy. I... I figured, I could try it out and make sure it... performed like it should for real and not only in theory..."
"Oh well, I guess, I would have done the same," I tried to calm her down.
