Surgically Swapped - Part One

My skin burns as I slowly come to, a dullness of sensation paired with pins and needles dredging me up from my blissful sleep. I try to groan and hiss as the strange pain enveloping my body, my eyes struggling to open thanks to a general sense of weakness and malaise. However, as I attempt to move my mouth I find something hard filling it. A long tube plunging past my lips, forcing my mouth open, and running down my throat.

Slowly but surely I begin to lift my eyelids, a bright light immediately burning my eyes as I strain to make out where exactly I was. Bubbles pass in front of me, my stomach sinking as the large tube in the center of my vision immediately giving off the sense that something was terribly wrong. The liquid around me is a deep green, the stinging anesthetic attacking me from all sides most likely a part of whatever it was. Despite my best efforts I can't move an inch, leaving me to simply float as my eyes adjust to the light.

As the room at large slowly comes into view my eyes go wide, a shocked exhale through my nose sending a stream of cascading bubbles to the top of the green liquid. The room was clinical, clean polished tile and surgical steel lining the floors and walls to create a sterile environment. A series of tanks sit along the walls, filled with the same tinted water I had found myself in. Dozens of small metal appendages sit at the bottom of the tanks, robotic arms and hands to manage all manner of surgical tools and operations.

It finally hits me what exactly I was in. These had to be intensive surgery tanks, a system used to perform more extreme surgical procedures. The numerous robot hands could do the work of several surgeons, either through remote control or by merely using their onboard programing. The liquid in the tank was a miracle of modern science, a fluid which could keep tissue alive for months at a time while also acting as a powerful anesthetic.

Before I can even wonder how exactly I got in here, my eyes catch something floating in one of the tanks on the other side of the room. A large collection of poorly developed musculature bobs gently behind the glass, a mixture of pectorals, abdominals, and obliques roughly sitting in there appropriate arrangement as they jostle and flex in the persevering fluid.

To either side of the tank sit more grotesque horrors, my heart rate going through the roof as I begin to take stock of the contents. One tank contains a pairs of legs, stripped of flesh and bound together by the accompanying muscles. Another contains two arms, the fingers twitching as the nerve endings dance in the water. Finally, one tank appears more like a lava lamp than anything else as globs of yellow fat float about in the green liquid.

As my heart rate contains to rise and rise a short and sharp alarm begins to ring throughout the room. Before long I can hear doors beyond my vision being flung open, foots steps soon following before the alarm is deactivated.

"So..." chirps a familiar voice expectantly "I'm sure you have a lot of questions"

Suddenly a shape moves in front of me, blocking my line of sight to the other more gruesome tanks. A short plump woman, with long black hair, stands before me. A smirk running across of thin lips as her deep blue eyes dart up and down my floating form.

"Mom?" I think to myself, failing to talk through the tube filling my mouth and throat.

She begins to chew at her lower lips as she takes in the sight of me in the tank, looking over her shoulder at the other items scattered around the room before turning back to me.

"Oh, silly me" she coos, tapping her forehead before beginning to fish around in her large black purse. "You must be wondering about all...this. Just give me a...minute...for...context" she explains, pulling a small makeup mirror from the confines of her purse before turning it to face me.

My heart rate spikes again, the alarm being immediately turned off after the first chime. My floating body look empty, my arms and legs appearing deflated as the loose skin that had been my limbs float and dance about me in the tank. My torso looks only marginally better, my remaining bones showing prominently thanks to the lack of muscles and fat to obscure them. My face is gaunt, my eyes weary, and my hair gone as it had either been shaved or removed like much of my body. Arguably most shocking of all was my crotch, my once proud member having been replaced with a flat section of sutured flesh.

"Don't worry" my mother coos, placing the mirror back into her bag. "I'm looking after my only hope for grandchildren". With a great deal of care she lifts a tank from her purse, my large cock and balls twitching and floating depressingly in the green liquid as thick ropes of cum slowly leak out with each involuntary pulse.

"What a waste" she mutters, shaking her head from side to side as she places the tank back into her bag. "You had such potential and you...you wasted it" she huffs, adjusting her cheap glasses as she glares at me in the tank. "Your father and I gave you a good home and education. You were a tall and attractive young man. And where did you end up? Unemployed, single, and asking to move back in with us" my mother mutters, her words building in frustration and disgust by the time she reaches the end.

Pausing for a moment she collects herself, not used to acting with such anger. In the break I notice people beginning to move about the room, men and women in scrubs inspecting the tanks and the parts therein.

Noticing the activity herself my mother slowly begins to smile again. "Luckily, you didn't read the agreement you signed when you asked to move back in. You've had your chance to be Jordan Hughes and now, thanks to that contract, someone else will get their chance."

Another burst of bubbles erupt from my nose, my eyes going wide as saucers as I realize exactly what that meant. This was a set up for 'Augmentation Surgery', a new form of cosmetic surgery which largely used either lab grown or donor material to cosmetically alter patients bodies. My legs, my arms, my muscles and fat, they all must have been what was in the other tanks in wait of their new owner.

A light chuckle slips from my mother's thin lips as she watches my eyes dart around in a panic. "We've already found a replacement too" she chirps, excited to have a new son. "One of..."