The Regeneration Fix
In a mostly modern world, a wolf manages and overcomes his problems with being circumcised at birth, through the miracle of foreskin regeneration.
With a touch of smutty masturbation goodness thrown in, because how you can write a foreskin story and not have the characters get off?!
Warning: Deals with foreskin, being cut, an uncut fetish, and more foreskin. It's a pro-foreskin story, but it does acknowledge that being happy with your body is more important than anything else.
I felt compelled to write this story for one main reason: I felt like there needs to be more stories appreciating people handling the issue of being circumcised against their will and overcoming it.
*bzzzt*
A phone buzzed in a wolf's pockets. An indication of an upcoming event titled "Doctor Appt."
Nick noted the buzz and knew what it meant without having to look at the message. He groaned as he lifted his body off of the couch and shuffled to the bathroom.
He was worried about this appointment. He had a lot of hope riding on it and had been overthinking bad outcomes, which only pushed his anxieties further. Repeating, over and over and over again, every poor outcome imaginable. Each far-fetched tale worse than the last.
Nick lifted the lid to the toilet and sighed glumly as he took a piss before leaving home. He stared at his humanoid shaft as the piss poured out of him, his eyes fixated on the bare head of his cock. The lack of any foreskin left it dry, pale, and scarred from years of abrasion against rough cotton. The grey wolf's tail drooped as he thought about the missing part of his penis.
Flushing the toilet, Nick left the bathroom, grabbed his car keys, and left the house with a small sense of determination.
'Now that I'm out the door, there's no turning back.' He told himself with a sigh.
Underneath the heavy weight of his anxiety was a tinge of excitement. He was excited to finally be dealing with this problem.
After several years of research and development, foreskin regeneration has become available to the public. A procedure that grows a new organ out of a donor's own cells, in this case that organ is a foreskin.
It promises a full recovery that restores everything back to way you were born: looks, sensations, nerves... Everything.
There are only a few surgeons in the world performing this procedure, and Nick was lucky enough to live near a city with such an opportunity.
As Nick got on the freeway, his mind became busy with thoughts of the few times he got to experience an uncut cock.
One boyfriend, a cute red and white furred fox named Carl, has a shorter foreskin that barely covered the head when limp. Nick loved playing with it and getting him to moan by sliding his tongue under the soft skin. That was his first time with an uncut lover, and the first time he felt dejected about being cut.
Carl's dick was so smooth, and under the foreskin lay hidden a slick gem. His shaft skin moved so freely up and down, massaging the head on its own. Nick's skin barely moved at all, much less over his head.
Nick was cut when he was born, a tragically commonplace procedure that was on the way out for his generation. Meaning only about half of his peers were cut, as opposed to 9 in 10 like in his father's generation. This fact hurt worse as a gay wolf who loved the uncut look. Hooking up with a guy meant a 50/50 chance of feeling like a lesser person, all because of something out of his control.
It felt like Nick was cheated at life when he was born. A simple coin flip he lost had hurt him this much.
Thinking back to the fox... and how he had so many different ways to be pleasured, Nick only had feeling through the head of his cock and the scraps of a foreskin that remained.
Nick's grip reflexively tightened on the steering wheel from the envious thoughts. He tried to get his mind off of Carl.
Another boyfriend was a thin tan coyote named Miles. Nick was first enchanted with his silly charm and wit and now they remain good friends. He had a long foreskin and Nick got his first chance to try docking.
Nick let out a relaxing exhale as he recalled the first time he got to experience what it was like to have a foreskin, even if he was just borrowing it.
The soft, warm, moist environment.
He remembers the time the coyote pranked him by cutting out a piece of construction-paper "foreskin" and somehow taped it to his dick during the night. Miles howled with laughter when Nick woke the next morning and audibly gasped at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. But all Nick could do was stare at his reflection with a feeling of grief.
He moved his finger gently over the rough paper, noting the soft sensation that made it through to the head of his cock.
Tears forming at his eyes, he looked down and saw through the Scotch tape to the beautiful conical shape that should be skin covering his head.
The tape peeled off and the paper fell gently to the floor.
Revealing his bare head again...
Nick collapsed onto the bathroom floor and just cried.
With tears in his eyes again, Nick tried to push these memories out and focus on the road...
Once the coyote realized Nick was crying, he jumped over to console him, but all Nick did was lash out. Yell at him for being so lucky to be intact and not knowing what it's like.
It was all meaningless frustrations that Nick withheld for years and he knew his boyfriend didn't deserve it.
Looking back, the guy took it in stride and was very comforting though they stopped dating after that incident. He encouraged Nick to get help, and helped him discover foreskin regeneration.
Shaking his head from all the negativity and wiping away the tears, Nick forced himself to think about the future.
Nick sat in the waiting room. Anxiously fidgeting and turning pages in a magazine he picked up. Something about golf or men's health. It was something to do to keep his mind preoccupied instead of worrying senselessly.
"Nicholas?" The clerk, a small fennec fox, said into the room.
Nick promptly stood up and practically threw the magazine onto the coffee table.
His hands were visibly shaking.
The fox looked at him with concern. "... Right this way."
The clerk walked from behind her desk and opened a door, indicating Nick should follow.
They rushed through a maze-like hallway with twists and turns.
Quickly passing closed examination rooms and smaller open rooms with mini laboratories that had people in white coats rustling about.
Nick heard hushed conversations in the sealed rooms that they passed.
His and the fox's feet making loud stomps as though the floor were hollow.
Suddenly the fox stopped and Nick almost ran right into her.
She held open a door.
"Please wait here, Dr. Aiello will see you soon."
Nick didn't say a word. He walked in with his heart beating mildly in his chest.
"And please change into the gown. Thank you." The fennec briefly pointed to a medical gown hanging on a rack on the wall, before closing the door and stomping back down the hall.
It was a tiny room that stunk that hospital sterile smell. It housed a large cushioned examination chair with butcher paper pulled over it, a smaller normal chair, and a counter filled with... mediciny things.
Taking a deep breath, Nick took off his clothes. Stopping to look at his cut cock again. Then donned the thin gown that barely went down to his knees.
Just as Nick was about to sit on the padded chair, the door swung open causing Nick to jump up.
"Hello Nicholas, I'm Dr. Aiello." Said the skunk stoically. Nick recognized him from the pictures online.
The doctor closed the door loudly without any concern about being discrete. "So you are interested in foreskin regeneration? Hm? Well, I have to say that it isn't for everyone. We try our best, but we can't fix every situation. So if you don't mind, let's take a look please."
Nick nervously coughed and lifted the gown, revealing his soft cut cock. Average size with a circumcision scar just behind the head.
"I need to pull the skin back to see the full extent of the damage, okay?"
"Mmhm." Nick nodded. Trying to focus on the blank off-white walls to remain calm. He was so excited and scared. What if he couldn't be fixed?
The skunk gently pulled the skin on Nick's cock back, showing a quarter of an inch of actual foreskin that still remained from his unfortunate cutting as a child. He had a tight circumcision, his shaft skin couldn't glide freely when erect and his frenulum was completely gone.
The doctor clicked his tongue in disapproval and let go of Nick. "Looks like a tight cut. Some men still have a little frenulum intact, but it looks like yours was removed."
Nick's heart dropped at the sorrowful tone. He knew it. He was beyond repair and would be damaged forever.
Dr. Aiello stood up, looked straight into Nick's eyes sympathetically and said, "You can get dressed now... And I'm sorry for what you've experienced."
Tears started to well up in Nick. "Goodbye to my dream of having a natural foreskin like a normal person." He thought.
Dr. Aiello turned away to write in some chart on a nearby counter.
"The good news is... you're a great candidate for regeneration! It looks like you should have a full recovery."
"What?" Nick exclaimed agape.
The doctor turned back at Nick with a bemused look.
"You don't have any major gouges or scars present. The skin seems healthy and you're fairly young. All good indicators."
Nick speechlessly stared at the skunk. His mouth still ajar.
"Now, regeneration basically works by taking a real donor foreskin, extracting a scaffold from it, and then using borrowed cells from you to use this scaffold as a blueprint to generate a new foreskin."
"It'll be like it never happened!" The doctor said with a simple smile.
(2 months later)
If Nick thought waiting 2 months for the foreskin to be ready for implant was tough, waiting another 2 weeks with bandages covering his new skin was torture. Dr. Aiello was very strict to say that Nick could not remove the bandages at all while his foreskin healed.
His foreskin...
The thought made Nick pause and smile as he stared at his naked body in the mirror. His eyes fixed on the white bandages wrapping his dick.
The weeks were up and it was time for the bandages to come off. It had been a lengthy emotional journey up to this moment.
Miles (his coyote-ex) had begged to come over and film the unwrapping, but Nick flat-out refused. He wanted to be alone for this.
Nick peeled back the bandages starting at the base of his dick. He got to where his head usually showed, but now it was just more skin.
Nick beamed as he saw the thick head of his cock make a distinct bulge underneath the soft skin.
The last bandage unraveled and revealed a loose bunch of skin extending past where his cock once ended.
He couldn't believe it. A full natural foreskin.
His full, natural, foreskin.
He slowly slid a finger in, gasping at the intense sensation and noting the naturally moist, slick feel.
His cock responded by letting out a bead of pre. Usually, pre just dripped off of his dry scarred head, but now Its sticky liquid stuck to his new skin giving a shiny look.
Nick took his finger out and examined his partly erect cock. There was still some foreskin hanging over his engorged head.
Tentatively, he slid the skin back, moaning at the pleasure of feeling soft skin ride back along the head.
He pulled it further, stretching the foreskin out. Admiring the lively red color and how the attached frenulum pulled the cock head down a bit. The pleasurable feeling of having the frenulum stretch out encompassed his mind.
He slid a finger along his ridged band, the supposed hot-spot of nerve endings.
Nick gasped and moaned.
The intensity of the rubbing caused his cock to twitch and swell in size.
Letting go, Nick watched his skin naturally retract partway up over the head. He moaned and was nearly howling now. His feet clenched up and his hip instinctively bucked forward. He hadn't gotten off in weeks as per doctor's orders.
He was done with the pleasantries of an examination and wrapped his paw around his thick cock. Allowing the gliding motion to take over, Nick fucked his paw. His large balls softly swaying in time with his pumping.
Slowly the skin was pulled back to reveal its inner shine. Stretched out, the skin responded in pure pleasure.
He let the skin crawl back up his cock, panting every time it passed over the head and barely bunched up at the tip.
He gritted his teeth, hunched over, and started pumping faster.
The soft shiny head of his dick constantly hiding and revealing itself as the new skin slid back and forth.
He took his other paw to fondle his big fuzzy balls and felt them tightening up.
Nick reared back and shoved his foreskin forward before howling into the air. His thick cock shooting bursts of hot seed out the small opening in his foreskin.
He pulled the skin back just enough to let the sticky cum cover his cock's head.
His hips thrust forward again as more shots poured out of him.
Finally Nick pulled his skin back and rubbed his frenulum with a single finger as his cock calmed down. The sticky cum increasing the sensation.
Nick huffed, panting from all the pleasure, and let go of his dick.
His cock throbbed a few more times before his foreskin covered the head again.
His foreskin.
Later that night, when talking to Miles online (who insisted to hear all about his new skin, and cheered when Nick finally caved and showed it off over video chat) Nick thought about his journey as a cut wolf.
While he loved having the full and complete body that he always wanted, he couldn't help but understand how some people would like being cut.
His new skin was not necessarily better than cut skin. More pleasure? Maybe, it was hard to say for sure. He never had problems getting off before, and how much of his new-found pleasure was from his foreskin fetish anyway?
Nick realized circumcision should be left as a personal choice one should make for themselves. One is not necessarily better than the other.
At least, he surmised, it doesn't matter so much when you live in a world where people have a choice to regenerate their foreskin.
Nick sighed with relief and looked down at his body with a broad smile. His flaccid dick hiding in its nice soft, cozy new home.
Author's Notes:
This topic is touchy (to say the least) and does have some bearing on my own personal issues, but I felt compelled to write this story for one main reason: I felt like there needs to be more stories appreciating people handling the issue of being circumcised against their will and overcoming it.
Thankfully, not everyone has to deal with this problem and they live happy lives the way they are, cut or not. And this is fantastic, I would not want anything less.
While this story features the fantasy of regenerating a foreskin like magic, it's important for others like us in the real world to find a way to come to terms with who we are now. For some that means accepting being cut until a procedure like this is available (if it becomes available in our lifetimes). For others it means restoring a foreskin (stretching skin). Or even a surgical skin-grafted foreskin.
One thing I think we all can agree on is that people should be given a choice on how their body looks, and cutting (especially such sensitive tissue) against someone's will without medical precedent is unethical.