Rest up

Before resting, you still had a lot of questions you wanted answered, like where were the rest of your crew, and what happened to the Odyssey. But before you could inquire, you noticed the Grey looking at you oddly, and you could sense a voice saying, "Go to sleep now."

You don't even remember laying back down onto the table, but you were out instantly. Strange dreams occupied by bizarre alien creatures filled your slumber. By the end, you had a particularly lustful dream of encountering several bunny girls who pinned you down and had their way with you over and over so often that your dick began to hurt more and more. Actually, that was probably a nightmare. As you finally woke up, you realized you had a new condition: painful morning wood.

You were of course used to waking up with an erection, but usually it only caused your covers to stand up a few inches above your waist. This time, the tentpole you'd pitched was considerably higher, but the bigger problem was that it was feeling really painful. To make matters worse, you could also fill building pressure in your abdomen, likely from your bladder, though it felt a lot different than usual. "Aagh, it hurts!", you shouted as you began writhing in pain.

"Don't be alarmed," said the Grey working off to the side. "This is a normal side effect of penile grafting. You are feeling the effects of the nerve integration, which indicates the operation was successful. It's much better than the alternative."

As you struggled to bear the sensations that made it feel like your cock was being burned, frozen, crushed, dropped in acid, and put through a meat grinder simultaneously, you groaned, "What could possibly be worse than this?"

"A failed graft would have no sensations, but the tissue would rapidly turn necrotic, and it would then need to be completely amputated," the Grey doctor said in a rather matter of fact tone. "At that point, your only options would be to attempt a sex change or to be sexless."

OK, that was probably worse. "Is there anything you can do for the pain?" you begged. "I also really gotta take a piss"

"Urination?" the Grey asked with a hint of doubt in its voice.

"Yes, urination to empty the bladder," you replied. Were these aliens so daft they couldn't understand basic bodily functions?

"When we operated, there were no signs of a bladder, so we assumed your physiology was similar to other species that don't process solid and liquid waste separately and simply channel all spare fluids into other organs. Depending on how large your bladder is supposed to be, it is likely that we overcompensated the size of the seminal glands by that amount. In addition, the volume of liquid you would normally dispel through urine will instead be used to produce semen."