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Clarice had her ups and downs with community college. Fundamentally, she understood why she, an art major with a focus on 3d sculpting, had to take an anatomy class; but she still couldn’t get over the live dissections and cadavers. Nevertheless she had completed three quarters of the semester and she wasn’t about to give up now. The college schedule did provide Clarice with a bit more trouble than high school as she was a mono, a woman born with a fully formed set of both genitals, and the year she spend drifting around after graduating high school has allowed her to acclimate to her body’s need to cum several times a day, or roughly once every few hours. To accommodate said need, Clarice would wake up an hour before any of her dorm-mates to masturbate to climax and do her other more mundane preparation tasks. Clarice had been informed that today’s anatomy lesson would be particularly exciting for one reason or another although she wasn’t told exactly why. Of course, she expected that the lesson on genitals would be starting and professor Crichton was known for his preference for live models.
Clarice was sure to try to climax extra hard today as she found the idea of accidentally ending up at full mast in front of everyone to be absolutely mortifying. After she vigorously crossed the finish line, Clarice got a quick shower and ate a cup of instant noodles before packing herself a lunch of cold-cut sandwiches with an ice pack as she couldn’t afford the ludicrously priced cafeteria pass for the semester. At 8:10 she made her way out of her dorm for her anatomy class intent on having a productive Monday. Truth be told, the 20 minutes she allotted for herself to make the commute was a bit absurd as walking at a brisk pace would usually get her there in maybe 7 minutes if foot traffic was clear, but Clarice had calculated that the most ideal time to arrive was roughly 10 minutes before the lecture started, not the earliest of birds yet still plenty of time to pick get her preferred seat while not drawing too much attention to herself.
After arriving and making sure to get her sketchbook and the like in order, Clarice found herself ready with 3 minutes to spare. She spent what felt like the briefest of moments studying her notes and sketches from the day prior before she heard prof Crichton speak up. “Alright class, I’m sure you all have been speculating about today’s lesson, what with that cliffhanger I left you on last Thursday; some of you have undoubtedly heard from former students what happens this time of year, we are going to be studying the anatomy of genitals.” He paused dramatically for a moment to let the revelation sink in before continuing “Now I expect every one of you to be mature about this, our model for today deserves the utmost respect and I need you to remember, there are stupid questions, use your discretion; and keep your hands to yourself.” He paused for a moment, as usual, in case anyone wanted to laugh, but the odds of that were long since dead after the second time he had said it. “Now, I’ve always found that mono’s are an ideal subject as not only do they possess both genitals, they are an excellent example of ways the body has to compact itself to accommodate accessory organs. As mono’s make up nearly 30% of women or roughly 16% of the population, give or take half a percent, it’s no surprise that we have at least one mono among the 24 of you. Clarice could you please join me?”
There it was, complete mortification. Clarice tried very hard to keep her status as a mono private, as was her right, yet some record of it must have been made available to the college staff. Clarice’s blushing was readily visible despite her otherwise brown skin and she buried her face in her sketch book to hope no one would recognize that the professor was calling out to her, but it was no use as the boy sitting next to her, Percival, had nudged her and informed her that she had been called. “Thanks” she muttered with all the venom she had before standing up and inching her way to the front of the class room. She kept her neck locked at a downward angle and studied the world beneath her so hard she was discovering new blemishes on her everyday shoes, but eventually she did make her way to the front of the room.
“Now Clarice” Crichton began slowly and quietly, “You and I both know that you’re struggling a bit, but if you agree to be the model for today then I can promise you enough extra credit and leeway with future assignments that you won’t have to worry at all about passing.” The idea was tempting, and Clarice began to internally reason that her momentary humiliation at her exposure would be far outweighed by her relief at never having to worry about failing this course again. She suddenly found her neck muscles more limber and made eye contact with the little man standing before her. “All I need you to do is sign this consent form” Clarice wordlessly took the paper he had pulled from inside a folder on his desk and started to read it over before she was interrupted “none of your fellow students have time for you to study this document in full, you just gotta sign it.” In all fairness, Clarice could hardly read the form anyway as her hands were shaking too hard but the whole situation made her too nervous to speak up beyond “oh, okay” while she felt her body comply without her permission, and before she could think, she had already signed it. “Alright, take a minute to get your pants and panties off before the lecture can continue”. Clarice complied and Crichton gestured for everyone to gather around.
“For obvious reasons, Clarice is going to need to borrow one of your notes after the lecture, would anyone like to volunteer” “She can use mine!” Percival offered and Clarice felt a moment of relief as, if nothing else, at least Percy was a very capable illustrator, though she wasn’t exactly thrilled to know how well this boy she had known since high school had documented the various curved and angles of her dick and pussy. When Clarice was approximately half naked sitting on the desk in front of the class the professor must have noticed the wisps of black hair extending up from the leg fortress she kept sealed around her junk and commented “Oh you’re going to need to shave that, or else how are we going to get the full view of you? Now would you prefer to do it yourself or do you need a hand” all the while he searched his messenger bag to find an unopened pack of razors. Clarice was flabbergasted and couldn’t even put words together about how ludicrous his question, instead opting to snatch the razor from his hands the moment he offered it to her and began furiously shaving her delicate parts. There was at least momentary relief and perhaps awe at the fact the the professor didn’t skimp out at all on the razor as it effortlessly mowed her complex bush into a tidy lawn in the matter of a few strokes without even nicking her bits once. If nothing else, she might have find herself a lifelong customer of this legendary brand of bush-calibur. “You can keep that, by the way” Crichton chimed and looked to the crowd for validation who, in-turn, gave a polite laugh.
Crichton swept up the loose hairs carelessly let fall to the floor and banished them to the tomb of the unknown soldier that was his dust bin and gave Clarice a moment to inspect her genitals thoroughly for remaining enemy combatants until she was certain that the coast was clear. At this point, she was sure everyone had already seen her greatest secret and pitifully opted to let her legs hang open for the sake of convenience. The professor did not wait for her verbal confirmation to continue, instead opting to gesture at and manipulate her genitals with a novelty pointing stick with a little gloved hand on the end. “At first glace, the genitals of a mono are indistinguishable from that of your average man or pre-operation trans woman, however I want to draw your attention to the fact that her scrotum seems to be missing” while he used the pointer to lift her penis, exposing her vulva. “This is because her testicles are actually moved to her upper pelvis area on either side of her body” Crichton declared before jamming the pointer into a spot several inches to the left of her navel, “They would even be visible with a slight bulge if it weren’t for Clarice’s more rotund proportions”. (In hindsight, Clarice would like to make it clear that she does not see herself as being of an unhealthy weight, Professor Crichton is just a dick for drawing attention to the fact the she isn’t pencil-thin)
The professor paused to let everyone make their notes while Clarice silently fumed over the gall on display before her that would certainly become a literary touch-point for scholars of antiquity for centuries to come. After conforming that the majority of the class had finished their sketches, Crichton continued by, again lifting Clarice’s penis to and holding it back with his free hand to gesture towards her clitoral hood with his pointer. He lifted it and continued “It is notable that not only do mono’s have two sets of glans, as the clitoris a glans of the penis are analogous to each other, mono’s also possess a second urethra. It seems that Clarice has opted for the lower plug method, as is typical for mono’s to do in order to ensure a lack of accidental leakage when urinating” Crichton gestured towards a nearly invisible circle of resin that sat flush with her skin just beneath her clitoris “I do have to be careful as to not accidentally knock it out of it’s place as once it comes out, it doesn’t go back in for sanitation reasons. Below that, of course is her vagina which is completely unremarkable compared to that of your average woman.” At no point during the lecture did Clarice’s face return to it’s usual brown color, either from the inhuman levels of embarrassment of having her genitals studied by the whole class or from her all consuming silent wrath at the professor’s little jabs and comments. If looks could kill then Crichton would have more in common with a pack of ground beef than any of his students by now.
“As I’m certain you’ve all noticed, Clarice’s sailor is flying at half mast, but with just a bit of prodding I’m sure she will achieve a full erection” Crichton announced before proudly validating his hypothesis. “Mono penises come in a range sizes from a few centimeters to a few feet, however it is notable that, as a general rule of thumb, any penis over roughly 13 inches cannot reach what you would consider to be a full erection; Clarice’s more moderate 6 inches does not seem to suffer from that at all, do note that the underside of her penis displays her upper urethra prominently. The sweat on Clarice’s forehead had rapidly turned to steam at the professor’s implication that her penis was small, if she could muster the strength to speak she would certainly declare that her penis was undoubtedly larger than at least half of the other dicks in the room yet she found her sails utterly devoid of wind. “Pulling back her foreskin, you can see the star of the show, her glans. Note how shape of her glans is almost a 1 to 1 scale match for her clitoris, distorted only slightly by the necessity of housing her urethra- which seems to be leaking seminal fluid, here have a tissue, girl, you’re embarrassing yourself.”
Clarice snatched the tissue from his hand before he could even offer it and furiously wiped away her involuntary display of excitement in vain as the tissue rapidly became covered in the proof of her losing war and Clarice found herself a silent victim to yet another monster, at least this one could provide her with some relief later. She disposed of the tissue into the tomb of the unknown soldier on top of a mound that was previously her pubes and resolved to try to dissociate enough that she might not remember this moment. “You may continue” she said weakly as she refused the next tissue. “Very well” Crichton announced before continuing “I need to do a bit of preparation to the model, sit tight Clarice, this might pinch a little” the professor warned to the intentionally oblivious Clarice before he produces a metallic contraption from his bag and loaded it with a little dark green donut shaped object roughly 1cm in diameter. With some difficulty, he used the tool to stretch the little band to be wide enough to fit cleanly over the head of her penis and down to the base of her shaft before releasing the band to snap tight to her skin. Immediately, she was wrenched back to reality as she felt her oldest friend cry out as it was rapidly strangled. Clarice let out a piercing whale as her penis was entered onto a strict timer before it’s inevitable death.
“What are you doing” Clarice forced out in a hoarse whisper, “Well Clarice, this is an anatomy class, and you signed a consent form to be our model, so take a few guesses” Crichton declared in a sing-song tone indicating his lack of patience as he squirted the contents of an unlabeled tube onto his now gloved hand. “You’re dissecting my penis? Are you insane?” “No, I made sure you signed a waver first, and you will be compensated, I’m quite lucid” “You know for a fact that I did not mean that literally” Crichton smeared the unlabeled cream over the entirety of Clarice’s shaft and glans, making sure to reach the area beneath the castration band secured at the base of her penis, “Relax, you can get it back once I’ve finished my lessons and then we’ll all be dandy and fine” he said before grabbing a couple of needles from inside his bag and uncapping one of them before jamming it into the head of Clarice’s penis and rapidly squeezing it’s contents into her. Clarice was most shocked about the fact the she could barely feel it beyond a little pinch. Crichton used the apparent haze in Clarice’s mind to dump the remaining syringe’s contents into the left and right side of her shaft. While waiting for the local anesthetic to take full effect, Crichton reached behind his desk and produced a small ice chest filled with, of all things, ice with a foam sheet on top of it.
“Now I’m sure you all have learned that there’s nothing I love more than the dissection of a live model, how else can you truly understand why something is the way it is on the outside without understanding the shapes inside of it. Let’s all take a moment to thank Clarice and her lackluster performance this semester which has encouraged her to generously become our ‘specimen’ for today” Crichton seemed to luxuriate in that word and the class blankly said their thank-you’s in a state of disbelief that the current situation was really happening. Clarice’s head spun as she found her self sitting completely spread eagle idly touching her suffocating penis and finding not the slightest hint of sensation. This was clearly a dream, yes a profound nightmare; perhaps the leftover pasta Clarice had eaten the night prior had caused her some awful indigestion resulting in these two hours of hell. Indeed, she would surely wake up soon. Crichton stepped away momentarily to attend one of the cabinets in the room before returning with a few long and narrow paper wrappers. He ripped one open to access scalpel inside.
He effortlessly nudged Clarice’s gentle hand away from her penis and gathered the rest of the class’s attention “Now pay careful attention and get all of your blinking done now, you will likely not get to see this process ever again- unless you become a cosmetic surgeon” he added. Oblivious to Clarice’s present state, Crichton plunged the scalpel into the head of her glans. Clarice found herself unable to do anything but laugh. This was an absurd dream where she would lose of her most sensitive parts and not even feel it. “This is a typical reaction from the combination of anesthetics I’ve used, it’ll likely clear up in around 20 minutes or so, until then ignore her and pay attention to this” Crichton declared to regain control over the situation before he began sawing Clarice’s glans in half widthwise to display the cross section of her glans. Aside from the presence of her urethra, her corpus spongiosum composes the entirety of her glans.” He declared before placing the severed half of her glans onto the foam in the ice chest and lining up a second cut into the shaft of her penis. Clarice watched dazedly as the head of her penis was effortlessly and sensationlessly subtracted from the entirety of her being and placed into the little cooler like a fresh-caught fish.
Before long, Crichton had cut her shaft cleanly in half to display its educational merits. “You can see here how her corpus cavernosum extends down both sides of the penis and is entirely encircled by the corpus spongiosum. The cavernosum is a cartilaginous sponge that fills with blood make the penis become erect. Yes, Stevenson?” Crichton delivered the floor to a tall boy who had raised his hand “If it fills with blood when it’s erect then why isn’t she bleeding profusely right now?” it was an honest question that must have warranted an honest answer “That’s because I injected a strong coagulant in this area just for the purpose of preventing a mess. Yes, Katey?” he said, acknowledging the small girl in the front who was excitedly gazing at the travesty before her. “Can I see what the inside of the urethra looks like?” She was practically drooling with excitement. “Well I suppose we have a few more minutes before the anesthetic wears off, so sure” Crichton dutifully surrendered to her demands and began slicing along the top of the penis and pulled the sides apart to reveal what remained of the urethra. Katey seized the opportunity and stroked her un-gloved finger along the inside of the urethra, marveling at its texture. “Hey, what did I say about keeping your hands to yourself? This isn’t your penis! Anyway I hope you all have been taking your notes along the way because the anesthetic is rapidly wearing off and I will need to sterilize and seal it soon.” Crichton announced before he began aggressively swabbing all of the gaping wound with alcohol wipes and dabbing on corn starch.
Clarice, was now groaning loudly and on the verge of screaming. “Why is he fiddling with that little book between my legs?” she thought at first, then “Wait is that book my penis? What the fuck did he do to my penis? Oh god it hurts!” all the while she sat helplessly and watched as he bandaged the two inches that remained of her stump before snipping the castration band at the base. All at once full sensation returned. Clarice began screaming and weeping profusely at the pain and sorry state of what remained of her penis. Finally she could form words “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO? WHERE IS THE REST OF MY PENIS?” “First off, you’re making a scene in front of your peers, second off I didn’t do anything you didn’t sign off on, it’s all here on this contract that I’ve made copies of. Third off, the rest of your penis is safely on ice where it will remain until I’m finished using it as a teaching tool. You can come and get it tomorrow after 5 once my final class has wrapped up.”
(The following is a choose your own ending between two timelines. I definitely have a favorite, what’s yours? See if you can collect them all!)
The Evil Timeline:
It was true, she had signed off on all of this. Clarice was helpless. She found herself much at a loss for words during the remainder of her day and throughout the entirety of her next day too where in she claimed the lifeless remains of her penis with the ice chest as a “nice little bonus” to quote Crichton directly. She kept the severed bits of her pride and joy in the frozen compartment of her mini fridge until the weekend where she could go home. She buried her penis in her parent’s back yard and had a funeral attended be every lover her penis had ever known, which was only Clarice. When she finally spoke to her parents about what had happened they were furious for her. They attempted to press charges against the community college but ended up settling outside of court for a small refund of part of her tuition in exchange for singing a non disclosure agreement. She did end up passing her anatomy class despite not attending a single class after that day.
The Auspicious Timeline:
Clarice sat slack-jawed as the class ended and her fellow students wordlessly vacated the classroom, all save for Percival who reminded her that she could borrow his notes after class. After he’d left, Clarice found herself at a critical moment, where the only ones who remained were her and the professor. This was bullshit, the whole situation, and she was certain that there was no way that waver would hold up in court. Hell, Crichton was soon to have greater concerns like wondering if his spine would hold up under the weight of his deck chair which was rapidly descending upon him, courtesy of Clarice, of course. The lack of a wet pop was evidence enough that he might one day walk again. Regardless, Clarice was running with her hastily packed back and Crichton’s ice chest as she limped to the nearest telephone and called herself an ambulance. In what felt like an instant, Clarice found herself upon a stretcher on a regiment of pain killers that felt like floating on a warm cloud, interrupted by the occasional involuntary contraction of her muscles. After a few emergency surgeries her penis was reattached successfully and after a few days of continuous blood flow she was permitted to see a healer who easily sealed the seams in her flesh leaving nary a scar on her proud, reclaimed part. By the time she made it out of the hospital she was certain that there was a warrant for her arrest and she sought to get ahead of it and made her way to the local peacekeeping office where she was placed into a holding cell for a few days until her trial.
The prosecution argued that she violently assaulted an aging man and nearly left him crippled for life or worse. The defense drew attention to the waver Clarice had signed and highlighted the lack of a notary’s mark and several witness testimonies from first row students who heard her being not allowed to thoroughly investigate the contract classified as a failure to truly receive informed consent and the use of specific anesthetics to clamp down on her inhibitions rendered this case resembling one more of self-defense in the face of coercion and sexual assault. Crichton was a professor no longer and was made to pay for Clarice’s medical treatment and emotional damages as well as barring Crichton from teaching again and registering him as a sex offender.
In the wake of Clarice’s acquittal Crichton’s persecution several more girls had come forward to the courts with similar storied and scars as evidence. The community college’s had attempted to persecute them for violating their NDA’s but those were rapidly dismissed by the courts as illegitimate and several more members of the college’s staff were additionally prosecuted for abetting these acts of sexual assault and labeled sex offenders themselves. The process of magically regrowing entire chunks of flesh is slow and more importantly, expensive fortunately all of those prosecuted were made to cover for their healing. In time, all 9 of the girls were able to make a full recovery.