Hermaphrodite.
'Fuck!' Tank Zaffra thought as he sat up and immediately regretted it. Clasping his head, he tried to remember what the hell had happened last night. Tank had a dinner appointment with Julie Angelina, that part he remembered. But he couldn't remember even getting to the restaurant, let alone meeting her.
He and Julie were slated to make a movie together --another episode in the Salt universe. Tank was to star as her love interest and main protagonist. Julie had phoned his agent, demanding a meet and greet. Even though Tank was new to Hollywood, at sixty, he was significantly older than her. Tank had suddenly hit fame when a TV ad he'd featured in went viral. After that, he'd had small parts in a couple of minor films. All of Tank's performances received glowing reviews, and one received an Emmy nomination.
Then Sly took a chance and cast Tank as the rebel leader in his latest The Expendables movie. That movie catapulted Tank onto Hollywood's A-list, and he was suddenly the hottest male star in that debaucherous town. And now, the Goddess herself had asked Tank to star opposite her in her movie. Yet, somehow, as he always seemed to do, he'd fucked it up and ended up here instead of at Spago, hoping not to embarrass himself before her.
Looking around, Tank now wondered where the fuck he was. In a hospital bed, that much was obvious, but where and why? What had happened that he needed to be here? Tank tried to get off the bed, only to find he'd been chained to it. Only by the left wrist, but there was still no walking away. Tank assumed by the bracelet holding him to the bed he was under arrest, but had no idea for what.
Tank had been in the limo Julie had sent, so he wasn't driving. Yes, he'd snorted a gram of coke to settle his nerves before he left my hotel room, but he wasn't carrying. Nor was Tank carrying any weapons. As far as he knew, Tank had no outstanding traffic or parking infringements. Therefore, he couldn't think of a single reason he'd be arrested and detained. Plus, Tank didn't recall being in an accident during the drive to the restaurant, so why was he in what I assumed was a hospital?
Tank sat back on the bed, adjusting the hospital gown around him, trying to remember what had happened. When he sat, Tank immediately noticed something had changed. He grabbed his crotch. Disbelievingly, he pulled the gown aside. Looking down, Tank saw the largest cock he'd ever seen. Easily ten inches long and incredibly thick to go with it. It wasn't his. That, Tank knew! His was a nicely sized seven-plus inches. This? This was enormous!
As Tank watched, fascinated by what he saw, it began swelling and filling, and as it hardened, it grew! By the time it had reached fully erect, it must have been closer to eleven inches than not! And his balls! Tank's were averagely sized, like ripe plums. What he now had were almost tennis ball-sized.
Amazed, Tank took his new cock in his hand. It was him, alright. The pleasure of gripping and tugging on his thickly erect, 'new' cock felt as intense as it had when Tank was a horny teenager and only beginning to experiment with how to stimulate himself. Tank cupped his huge balls, feeling their firmness and fullness, instinctively knowing that they were full of baby-making seed. He wanted to see how much, so Tank closed his eyes and imagined the scripted love scene with the divine Ms Julie Angelina. Only, in his fantasy, the scene was real.
Tank was close, and he couldn't believe how delightful the sensations in this larger cock were. In his dream, Tank was between Julie's gorgeously toned thighs with the head of his enormous cock poised at her entrance. But before he could plant it inside her, a voice went, "Ahem. Sorry to interrupt, but you really shouldn't be attempting to do that just yet. We've only recently corrected the congenital defect that prevented you from growing your complete sex organs. Too much pressure on your penis might tear the vessels, and then we'd be back to square one."
Tank opened my eyes to see a man standing before me. At least, it resembled a man, but a little off, as if the picture was a little fuzzy, perhaps. Too many questions ran through his mind to fully grasp all of the answers. The primary ones were: Who the fuck are you? What do you mean by 'your complete sex organs'? They were followed by: 'Where the fuck am I? What have you done to me?' And, 'what do you mean by 'your complete sex organs?'!'
"Oh," the voice said. "You haven't noticed yet. Move your hand off your testicles and a little further along towards your anus."
Unsure how to respond, Tank did as he asked. His fingers rubbed over a weird little nub. A thick piece of flesh hooded it, but when he pushed that aside, Tank touched something that felt remarkably like a clitoris. A sudden sensation of enormous pleasure blew through him when he touched it, and Tank felt wetness running between his thighs.
"Keep going," the 'man' encouraged.
Tank slid his fingers further along and felt pussy lips and then an entrance. He dipped a finger inside, and it felt no different to any of the pussies he'd fingered before.
"Unfortunately, we couldn't create a hymen for you," The 'man' said sorrowfully. "But, we stimulated the dormant genes in your body, and you grew what you should have been born with."
"I'm human," Tank said confusedly. "We're typically born male or female. Not something combining the two."
"No," the 'man' corrected. "You're one of us. We seeded this planet over 60,000 years ago to ensure the survival of our species. We were involved in a war to the death with Aridians from the far side of our galaxy. When they attacked, their technology far outshone ours, and it was a slaughter. However, we Providians are a resourceful lot. After studying the technology in their spaceships that we'd managed to bring down, we were able to improve on them and fight back."
"Okay," Tank replied, sick of what was clearly bullshit. "This is some kind of set-up for a TV show, right? Something like Candid Camera, Gotcha!, or something else, right? There are no Aridians, nor are there Providians. What happened? Did your speech writers draw a blank when it came to naming new lifeforms, so you just used a derivative of the first name?"
The 'man' looked at Tank quizzically, "Ahh, yes. This is some of what you humans call humour, is it not? Our early historians tell us that we, too, had humour, but it was lost during our 70,000-year war with the Aridians."
Angry, Tank snapped, "No! It is not humour! I want to know what the fuck happened to me!"
The 'Providian's' face cleared up, and he answered, "Yes, of course. You're wondering how you came to be here and not on your way to meet the actress Julie Angelina. You may even wonder what happened to her, your driver and the others in her party. We used a teleportation beam to transfer you from your vehicle to our ship. Our sensors indicated that you were a superior member of our evolved, some would say devolved, race and that this human female, Julie Angelina, would be a suitable mate for you, so we teleported her, too. Unfortunately, Ms Angelina seemed to suffer the same genetic defect you have, so we repaired her deficiency, too."
