Pissing at an airport urinal that was labeled “Crane Plumbing.”
But my phone was dead, and I’ll never forgive it for that. You’ll all just have to imagine.
Pissing at an airport urinal that was labeled “Crane Plumbing.”
But my phone was dead, and I’ll never forgive it for that. You’ll all just have to imagine.
D’aww…!! Anon, I know you can’t see me, but picture my hands curled up into fists under my chin and wiggling happily at seeing this, ‘cause that’s what’s a-happening right now.~

Ta-daaa! It’s out!
I got video footage I’m trying to upload right now, but like I say on that post, I was expecting something scary kept inside me, not this little munchkin. If deflated, which it was, it’s a mere straight line of tube.
Day 27.
Heyyy! It’s our old friend Rubber Chicken Arm again. It’s been getting some natural color back lately, woo! Also swelling up my hand something fierce, but I’m assured that’s normal at this stage.
Off to my last follow-up doctor appointment before I take my flight home in the wee morning hours tomorrow. This time, the catheter’s coming out for sure. Can’t wait!

Day 26.
Sure enough, all the scabs that were gathered under the rim of the head flaked off in big chunks today, leaving fresh, new pink skin underneath.
Spot’s dead skin patch is still there, but I won’t dare keep poking at that part once it started leaking yellowish mystery fluid from its side.
I’ve been drinking water and soda literally all day because *I can’t wait* to try this out again, every time.
The way the skin of the shaft goes taut and bulges in my grip as the piss rushes through inside of it… The urges to whip it out and go anywhere I want, anytime I want…
GIDDY AAAAA. HOW DO ANY OF YOU GUYS EVER GET USED TO THIS.

Day 25.
See Spot piss!
Piss, Spot, piss.
Good Spot.
Not gonna lie, this reformatting’s gonna take some getting used to. When I need to go now, I get phantom pangs where my urethra *used* to be. If I squat or sit in front of the bowl, the ache continues, but the new phallus takes over like a charm. If I stand, it’s an unfamiliar enough feeling that it doesn’t know what to do just yet.
Sure thing! Whys, wheres, and hows are always welcome, too.
I did indeed get the nerve hookup, just to make sure I could get as much sensation out of Spot as I could. I chose not to have rods implanted, ‘cause I have no real interest in penetrative sex (from the giving end, anyhow), but I certainly intend to use it for my own pleasure. :3
I declare my first piss through Spot to be a rousing success!
[goes to find towels]
Yup. Success.
[towelling off the floor]
Definitely a success.
[same for the walls… my socks… the ceiling…]
…Okay, so just FYI, might wanna try this in a bathtub first. S’like a thumb over a garden hose, over here.
I kinda wonder what in the world this hotel’s housekeeping staff thinks I’m even doing in here when I’m not guiltily tipping them.

Sorry to anyone who had suggestions and couldn’t find the Ask box! It should be open for everyone now.
To the anon from my main blog: thanks for letting me know my Asks weren’t on. Here’s your request: the urethral opening, currently at 22 days post-op! This place should be seeing a lot more action come Saturday, when I can finally start practicing using it.