Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2008 16:18:20 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Cyborg Daddy (incest, science fiction)

			       CYBORG DADDY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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I perched in the chair in the doctor's office next to my Momma, my legs
dangling over the edge. Mom was upset, I could see. The doctor had that
look that doctors use, when they have to tell you something really, really
bad and want you to sit there and take it. "Mrs. Marsh, you know how
extensive your husband's injuries were." he started.

I nodded along with my Mom. Dad had been really messed up when those steel
girders had landed on him. I hadn't seen it, except on television before my
Mom caught me and shut it off, a big pile of stuff and one hand sticking
out of it, and me thinking, "That's my Daddy under there." Funny, but I
wasn't upset at that. I guess, when you're my age, you still haven't
figured out that you can die. Or that your Daddy can.

"Yes, I know." Mom said.

"We've done what we can for him." the doctor went on. "Medical science can
do wonderful things these days, what with electronic medical assistant
devices and nanocircuitry." He paused, then said, "But no amount of science
can't put back what isn't there any longer."

"Tell it to me." Mom said determinedly.

"Yeah." I put in.

"Should Tommy even be here for this?" Mom asked.

"Hey!" I protested.

"He needs to know." the doctor agreed with me. "You'll need his help, and
for that, he needs to know."

"All right." Mom acquiesced.

"What is it, Doc?" I pressed.

"Your father had massive injuries along the entire right side of his
body. We had to install a replacement leg, replacement arm, the entire
right side of his rib cage including an artificial lung and artificial
heart." the Doctor said. "Also the right side of his face..." And he paused
again.

"But the most important thing is, we had to replace about 35% of his brain,
as well."

"You can do that?" I was surprised.

"We can do that." the doctor agreed. "It works as well as his original,
especially with the remaining portion of his brain to help it out. But
there will be changes."

"Changes how?"

"The brain does more than power the body. It contains all our emotions, all
our memories, everything that makes us...us." the doctor paused. "You need
to understand that he may not recognize you. And what he does remember of
you may be all jumbled. The brain stores memories all over itself, in
different parts. It reconstructs those memories through associations that
we just can't duplicate or repair."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's say, for example, that you were discussing your vacation plans, and
had been once before in Paris and once before in London, and were trying to
decide which one to go to again this year. Your husband may remember those
vacations, or parts of it, or he may try to say you saw the Eiffel Tower in
London."

I giggled a bit at that. "That's silly!" I commented.

"To him, though, it will be completely real." the doctor went on. "He'll be
upset if you try to correct him. He will truly think he saw the Eiffel
Tower in London. The memories will be jumbled like that. He ought to be
able to remember enough to function, don't get me wrong, but details will
be off. His emotions, too, may fuse and alter." The doctor paused
again. "You may find his feelings for you both to be changed in some
way. We'll have to monitor things, and I'll be available to talk with you
at any time."

Mom stood up. "Take me to him."

"Yeah, me too!" I stood as well.

"His physical appearance, we have left as it is, without any cosmetic
coverings." the doctor cautioned. "When we are sure everything is
integrated and working well, we can add a prosthetic covering to let him
appear as normal as ever. But for now, you need to expect to see a man who
is half human, and half metal-and-plastic. Are you truly ready to see
that?"

"Take us to him." Mom said again.

"Yeah." I agreed.

I expected us to see a hospital room, and Dad lying in a bed. What I saw,
though, was more like a machine shop. Only instead of an automobile up on
the rack in the middle, it was my Dad.

We were seeing him from his left side, mostly, so he looked like he always
did. A big, strong, muscled man lying mostly bare on the metal rack. A
sheet was draped over his midsection. Their way of breaking it to us
gently, I think, letting us see the part of him that was still there before
we saw the parts that they'd had to replace.

Because someone pushed a button and the entire rack began to spin around
and raised Daddy's entire body upwards, so that he would be standing.

Now I could see the metal parts of Daddy. All knobs and pulleys and gears
and wires and whatever. I guess when they covered it all up, it'd look like
the other side of his body. Now it just looked...kind of freaky.

"Wow!" I said, but I said it real softly.

At that sound, Daddy's eyes opened. The one on his left was his regular
eye. The one on his right just sort of lit up. We had a blind girl in our
class, and she had both eyes like this, they were lit and that meant, the
teacher explained, that kind of waves were being sent out like radar that
would tell her what things were and where they were. It would even let her
read regular books like we all did, and see pictures.

"Dave?" Mom said. "Dave, can you hear me?"

"Hello, Sal." Daddy said. "Tom."

"Daddy."

I didn't say that real happily because there was something missing from the
sound of his voice. I wasn't "Tom" to Daddy, I was "Tommy" or "Tommy boy"
or "Sport." But never just "Tom."

"Mr. Marsh, do you know who these people are?"

"It's my...wife?" That was a question.

"Yes, it's your wife." the doctor agreed.

"And my son." That came out more assured.

"Yeah." I said.

The machine was done and some hisses meant Daddy was released from the
machine, the sheet fell off and Daddy was completely bare. I saw that
Daddy's wiener was still there, though it had some wires right up next to
it. I was wondering about that, on account of having a wiener is what made
him a boy instead of a girl.

Then Mom rushed over to hug him real hard. Daddy just stood there and
didn't hug back.

Mom held him a few seconds, then turned him loose. "Dave, what's wrong?"

"I am...I am fine." Daddy said.

"Doctor, what's wrong with him?" Mom demanded. She had a right, Daddy
always hugged her real hard every time she'd hug him, never just stand
there like he didn't feel a thing.

"I said you have to expect some changes in behavior."

"But it's like he thinks I'm a stranger or something!" Mom complained.

"You may be a near stranger to him." the Doctor agreed.

"Do you remember me, Daddy?" I asked this man/machine.

Daddy looked at me, and this time, a smile formed on his face, a smile made
of half lips, half machine of interlocking wires, and teeth that went more
than halfway across under that, then were metal stubs.

"Hey, Sport." Daddy said to me.

I just lunged and grabbed him, and this time, Daddy hugged me back, just
like he always had. I didn't care that one of his arms was made of metal,
not at all!

"Daddy, Daddy!" I sobbed.

"Hey there, Sport." Daddy said to me. But that didn't sound like Daddy
again.

"He seems to know Tommy." Mom observed.

"His memories will shake down in time." the doctor said soothingly. "Give
him time, to adjust and to reconstruct them. That's why we want to send him
home with you. He'll have to come in for daily checks, of course, for the
next few weeks...." and they went on, while I looked at this once-again
ramrod half-man that was my Daddy. Daddy had to remember me, he had to!

Daddy looked mostly normal when we got his clothes on. With the fake skin
that they'd put on him in a few weeks, Daddy wouldn't look different at
all. Still the big, strong man who would pick me up when he got home from
work, whirl me around and set me down again, me laughing and thinking I had
the best Daddy in the world!

Daddy watched television with us, but it was a weird thing. He didn't
laugh, even at the stunts of Oliver and Tate, and they were his favorite
comedians. He ate supper, but he didn't like the lasagna, and that was his
favorite dish. But he loved the peach pie Mom had for dessert, even though
he usually didn't much care for it.

Most of Daddy was there. Just some of him wasn't. Just like his body.

I went to bed and in the night, I heard Mom and Dad arguing. Well, Mom
argued, Daddy just sounded calm. I didn't understand much of it, but the
next day, Mom looked really unhappy.

When Daddy came in for breakfast, Mom asked, "What do you want for
breakfast?"

That was a surprise, Daddy always had eggs, bacon and toast. Never anything
else, Mom had learned to stop trying to feed him waffles or pancakes.

"Eggs, bacon and toast." Daddy said.

"How would you like your eggs?" Mom was reassured at that.

Daddy always had them fried, sunny-side up. "Scrambled." He said instead.

Mom broke down in tears at that. I guess I understood why, some.

Daddy had changed. I thought about it a lot that day at school. Was having
a different-acting Daddy like having a new Daddy? I didn't like the thought
of that. Daddy was just...Daddy.

Daddy wasn't home when I got there, still at the doctor's, I guess. I
decided that when he got home, I was going to do what I always did, and see
what Daddy did.

So when he walked in the door, I jumped up from the television set and
shouted, "Daddy, you're home!"

"Hey there, Tommy boy!" Daddy said and I rushed over and he picked me up
and he whirled me around just like always.

"Dave, Dave!" Mom screamed from the door.

I looked over at her.

"Put him down, now! Now!"

Daddy lowered me and I asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Tommy, come over here, next to me. Now!"

"Mom?"

"Now!"

Daddy was just standing there. I obeyed, cowed. Mom knelt down by me and
asked, "Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?"

"No, Mom, no!" I said,squirming from her clutches. "He was just saying
hello like he always does."

"Like he always does?" Mom's mouth worked and darned if she didn't start
crying again.

I was puzzled about that, as you can imagine.

Mom had changed, too. She had stopped trusting Daddy.

The next day was Saturday, and I was going to stay home around Daddy, for
certain. When Mom offered to take me to a friend's house while she ran
errands, I flatly refused. "I want to stay with Daddy!" I kept repeating.

"I don't want him to hurt you." Mom said.

"Daddy wouldn't hurt me!" I said. "He remembers me better than he does
you!"

That was mean, I know. But it was true. Mom had to keep reminding him of
things about her, but Daddy was remembering nearly everything about me. I
guess Mom had been more in the right-hand side of Daddy's brain, the one
which had gotten smashed into mush. I was mostly in the left-hand side and
safe.

When Mom came home, Daddy and I were sitting on the couch together watching
television, me snuggled in under his warm left arm and feeling like
everything was fine. Daddy had even laughed two or three times at the shows
we'd been watching. Mom just looked at the two of us and walked on into the
kitchen. She avoided both of us the rest of that day.

That night, I went to bed like always, and feeling pretty good. Daddy was
lost a little, maybe, but he was finding his way back to me.

Arguments from Mom and Dad's bedroom again. Mom was crying again a lot,
too, while she shouted. It didn't sound good at all. Then the sounds of Mom
going downstairs, and after a time, the car outside starting up and driving
away.

Then I heard the metallic clicks that were now my Daddy's footsteps on our
wooden floors. The door to my bedroom opened up and Daddy was there,
wearing his pajama bottoms like always, his chest bare, strong and hairy on
his left side, a metallic framework that was mostly shaped the same way on
his right.

"Hi, Dad."

"Hey, Son." Daddy said. "Mind if I squeeze in with you tonight?"

Daddy had done this a few times when he and Momma had fought before. He'd
sleep with me until they made up. Once, a few months before the accident,
he'd been in with me for three whole days. Mom had gone, but maybe Daddy
with his confused memories was thinking this is what he did when Mom and he
had a fight. I was kind of used to that sort of thing now. So I behaved
like I did when Mom was still home and would make him go sleep somewhere
besides with her.

"Sure, Dad." I said and scooted over, thought about it and scooted back to
the edge and got up. "You'd better sleep on the other side this time." I
said. That would put Daddy's human side next to me in bed.

Daddy climbed in and I got in next to him, and that metallic hand covered
me up with my covers. I took the chance to snuggle against him again,
nuzzled the massive bulge of his pec with my cheek.

"I love you, Daddy." I said to him.

"I...I love you, too, Son." Daddy said.

I was so glad to hear that, I reached my head up and I kissed his cheek. It
carried a pretty fair amount of stubble; Daddy hadn't shaved the human half
of his face in about five days.

"I love you." Daddy said again, and there was a tone in his voice. Part
wonder, part...analyzing.

"I love you, too." I said again.

Daddy turned his head and he kissed me. It felt a bit weird with the metal
half of his lips, but I didn't complain, not even when the next kiss was on
my own lips and kind of pinched them a little.

"Love. Love. Love." Daddy said, and his metal arm came over and enfolded
me, I was lying on his real arm and this let him pull me over to press up
against him.

"I love you, love, love." Daddy said.

"Daddy?"

"Love you, love you, love you." Like it was a very important thing for him
to remember again. I was used to that from him now, too.

The metal hand was all smooth, fortunately, for Daddy used it to stroke my
body. I knew they had sensors in there to feed information to his brain (a
sense of "touch"), but I didn't know about this. It felt good, if a bit
cold, but it was getting warmer as it pressed on my body.

"Love." Daddy said and he kissed me again, and this kiss he kept up as he
left my lips to travel over my cheek and down my neck, he pressed himself
against me and now I felt his entire body against mine, the human lower
part warm, the upper metal part cold, but all of it pressing against me.

And the biggest source of warmth was resting lightly on my lower
leg. Daddy's wiener, it and gotten big and hard and was throbbing there
inside his pajama bottoms, touching my bare legs (I slept only in my
briefs). Daddy moved and the hard rod his wiener had become slid back and
forth, and he moved again, it moving back and forth on me.

"Son, I love you, I love you." Daddy said to me, and his voice, so often
lacking in tone, was soft and urging. "Let me make love to you, Son."

"O-- Okay."I said, not understanding.

Daddy's hands moved down to my briefs and the hard metal grip caressed my
little prong. I found it turning hard as it could be, as hard as Daddy's
now was.

"Daddy, ooh, Daddy, oooh!" I sighed. It felt so wonderful, even his metal
hand touching me like that.

Daddy moved his wang over my leg again and I knew then what he was wanting,
I reached over to him and into the top of his pajamas and slid my hand into
them and caught that hot, seething rod and I wrapped my hand around it. I
pulled on it, the heavy skin wrinkling up and Daddy sighed, "Oh, Sport, oh,
Tommy boy, oh, yeah, oh!"

His metal hand was pulling down my briefs and I wondered if he could keep
his hand that soft and gentle as he had done when he rubbed on it. His
fingers touched me, metal knobs that were cold, but the touch was smooth
and kind, and he pulled on me.

"Daddy, mmm, Daddy, that feels good, Daddy, ooh!" I moaned.

I worked Daddy's more powerful dong and it oozed a sticky fluid that got on
my hands.

I used it for a lubricant by smearing more of it on my palm, and when I
stroked Daddy more, he let out a soft, wondering moan of his own.

"Oh, Baby, Baby, oh!" Daddy said. Daddy never called me "Baby" before, but
he had called Momma "Baby" now and then, at night, when I could hear them
in their bedroom, laughing and having fun of some kind. I guess now I knew
what they had been doing!

So I used one of Momma's phrases on him. "Oh, yeah, stud, come and get me!"
is what I said.

Daddy jerked like that was a memory (not hard, but I had come to recognize
that little movement of his) and his response was to roll over onto me and
I was then under him, he was up on his knees and he skinned my briefs off
in one smooth motion then he laid himself down on top of me, resting his
weight on his elbows and kissing on me. I didn't know what to do, but I put
my arms around his back and I clung to him, and that seemed to be what he
wanted me to do.

His cock was now out of his pajama bottoms and he was rubbing it on my
lower abdomen, the hot meat was stroking my own dick and it was tingling
like crazy at the feel of that heated dong sliding up and down on it, with
the testicles warm and silken with their strands of pubic hair obscuring
the wires that were so close to this part of my Daddy's new body.

So warm, so warm, my Daddy's prong, I wanted it to stay there right on me,
warming my body, warming my soul. "Oh, Daddy, Daddy, more!" I remembered
some more words I'd heard Mommy say in the night. "Come on, slide that
monster into me!"

Daddy gave another memory-jerk and he rose back up to a kneeling position,
reached his human hand up and spat into the palm, and used it to grease up
his cock. A few more times and he had it all slimy and coated, and then he
caught my legs and lifted them up, one ankle caught in a human hand and one
caught in a smooth metal equivalent, and that hard slab of man-rod began to
poke at my tender sphincter.

I grunted in surprise, but Daddy pushed at me again and I felt the tip of
his glans slip into me. Warm, so warm, and alive, very alive.

"Ooh, Daddy, ooh!" I groaned as he pushed that thick bulb of his cockhead
into me. "Ooh, ahh, ahhh!" It didn't hurt, exactly, though it was pushing
me open in a way I'd never been before. A final push and the glans popped
completely inside, and my butthole clamped on it, held it in me firmly.

"Daddy, ooh, ooh!" I gasped. "That's...that's nice, Daddy, ooh!"

"I love you, Baby, I love you." Daddy moaned.

"I love you, too, Daddy!" I moaned and I held on as he pushed his male tool
deeper and deeper into me. It burned more than it hurt, it was so warm and
so big, it filled my body to the very brim, it was like I was completely
full of Daddy's pud, just a circle of me around it, all around it, and it
was warm, so warm!

My right hand felt only warm male flesh, my left hand was stroking cool,
hard metal, and both were my Daddy, he was big and strong, he was hard and
steel, he was flesh, he was metal, he was all of it, all my Daddy!

Daddy's prong buried in me to the base and I groaned as the huge tool
throbbed in me. "Daddy, oh, Daddy, more, more." I sobbed. "Give me more."
That was also Momma's words heard through the still night air, but now I
knew just what she meant!

Daddy moved in and out of me, pulling his prong out until I felt so
horribly, horribly empty, and then he'd send it back into me and my heart
would fill as the huge, thick dong pulsed in tune with it, I had my Daddy
back, those days of worry as the doctors worked on him were so much mist of
the past, I had him back again, all of him, every single bit.

I muttered something like this to Daddy, and it stirred something in
him. "Do you like this new body of mine, Tommy?"

"Yeah, Daddy, yeah, it's great. I love the feel of the metal on one side
and the muscles on the other. They move just alike, don't they, at the same
time and the same way, it's like I can't tell them apart."

"Your mother sure can." Daddy said. "She thinks I'm some sort of monster
now. She's trying, but I feel it."

"You're not a monster, Daddy, you're my Dad, all of you."

"Oh, Son!" Daddy rose up again, but this time, his strength and his metal
power lifted me up with him. I ended up astride his body, my legs around
his warm-and-cool body, I heard the gears whine as he grunted to lift both
of us into the full standing position, his prick still buried inside me, my
body pressed tight against him.

He got to his feet, and with his head nearly touching the ceiling, he
fucked me in mid-air like that, the weight of my body sent his prod deeply
into me with each stroke, the muscles of his human arm and the gears of his
metal arm able to lift me up for another plunge onto his prong.

It was the height of ecstasy, riding my Daddy's dong like this, holding
onto his powerful body and loving the ride. My own prick gave a tingle like
it'd never done before, and I gasped, moaned, rubbed it against Daddy's
stomach as he humped upwards at me, and I shivered at the sheer intensity
of it. It subsided, then came back stronger than before, now I was more
than shivering, it filled my world and became my very soul, I was crying
out as my whole body was wracked with this exquisite delight, I couldn't
breathe while it was going on, it felt like, only cry out again and again,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

And then it was done and I was clinging to my Daddy's body as if to a
floating log when lost at sea.

"My Baby, my own sweet Baby." Daddy said as he held me weak and sobbing in
his arms.

"Oh, Daddy, I love you, Daddy, I love you."

And Daddy lowered us both back onto the bed again and with me under him,
still hanging on tight, he fucked me on and on, the hot meat sliding in and
out easily now, it was only pleasure to me to have it within me.

After a time, breathing hard, Daddy moaned,"I'm coming, Baby, I'm coming!"

"Oh, shoot it, Daddy, shoot it in me, hard, stud, hard!" I was quoting Mom
again, just as I had heard her through the wall.

And Daddy grunted in a sort of surprise, then he ram-fucked me really had
all of a sudden, it hurt a little, but Daddy then gave out a keening call,
"AH-AH-AH-HEEEE!"

And when he did that, I felt a hot flood of hot slimy gunk pump out of his
cock into my body, it was squelching around as he plunged his rod in and
out of me, hot, squishy, and the air was filled with a hot, rank smell that
was all male, all Daddy, and all wonderful!

Daddy finished, and I felt the gush of hot liquid as he pulled his prick
out of me, a thick goo that dribbled rather than ran from me. With my Daddy
all hot and sweaty above me, even his metal parts were warmer than they had
been, from moving so much, maybe, but it was all my Daddy, all warm, metal
and flesh, steel and muscle, pumps and heart.

Daddy slid over to lie face down beside me, the human half of him still
resting partly upon me, not a cruel weight at all, it felt nice, and I
sighed, gripped his arm that lay across me, and went to sleep, his fingers
just at the right height to cup my cock and balls and keep them warm all
night long.

In the morning, I woke later than usual, alone in my bed, and went down to
see about breakfast. Instead of Mom down there, it was silent. I fixed some
cereal and ate it and waited for Mom to show up. Or Dad. I seemed to be
alone in the house right now. Not unheard of, for short times, but I was
always told about it when it was going to happen.

Daddy showed up in about another hour, and I greeted him like I always did,
and instead of dropping me down, he held onto me and sat down on the couch
with me in his lap, held in one human arm and one metal arm.

"Where's Mom?" I asked.

"Staying with your grandmother." Daddy said. "She called early this morning
and made me drive over there, I had hoped to get back before you woke up."

"Why is Mom at Grandma's?" I asked. Mom had done this once before when
really mad at Daddy.

"She's going to stay there a while." Daddy said to me.

"Why?"

Daddy sighed, the first time he'd done that since the accident. "Because
she thinks I've stopped loving her." Daddy paused. "And she's
right. Everything she says I used to feel for her, Tommy, I feel it for
you."

"Oh." I said. "So now what?"

"Now we see what happens next." Daddy said.

Mom called me and asked me to come live with her and Grandma but I
refused. I told her I loved Daddy and I was going to stay with him from now
on no matter what! I guess I convinced her, because she didn't call again.

After a few more weeks of therapy, Daddy was better enough to go back to
work. He was able to do his old job all right, and the doctors told him the
other day that he could have the prosthetic covering put over his metal
body parts any time he was ready.

Me, I'm trying to convince Daddy not to do it. After all, I love him just
like he is, half human and half machine, and all of it loving me.

				  THE END

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