Pat's Restoration
So this is a bit of a personal piece - basically, I go in-depth in how my foreskin restoration routine works. I took this opportunity to also introduce my new 'sona - A heavy metal guitar-playing, fourth-wall-breaking fennec fox!
So yeah, part of this is a restoration explanation, and another part is just getting a text description of his appearance down. I may commission SFW art of him at some point, but I have no plans on having him in any NSFW art (unless it is restoration-related) until my restoration is complete. This is because I don't want to have to commission two NSFW references.
Hello there. My name is Pat. You might not have heard of me, which would be because the human writing this story has only just gotten around to creating me. No matter, though. I'll dive into an explanation for you. I'm a six-foot-tall, 20-year-old anthro fennec fox. Now, I'm really bad at explaining appearance, so forgive me here, but you know the fur colors of fennec foxes? Great, now, to get a good idea of my appearance, where the fennec fox's darker fur is, my fur is colored black, and where its lighter fur is, my fur is colored light gray. My eyes have a more human appearance, with an eye color of green. I also have long, black hair on my head which closely resembles the hairstyle James Hetfield had in the 1980s. I have pretty much the most average build imaginable; I'm neither fat nor muscular, nor am I so skinny you can see my bones. Other fun facts about me: I'm left-handed, I like to play guitar, I am bisexual with a male preference, and I am one of a few furs attempting foreskin restoration.
Okay, I'll slow down there for a second. "What?", you're thinking. I know. This was my reaction when I first discovered this, too. I'll just recount the events of this day thus far to get you to better understand what's going on here.
I woke up very early today; 7:30 AM. This is extremely early for me, as I have a tendency to sleep in until noon or later, especially on weekends. I immediately went to go take a shower, taking a couple of parts of my foreskin restoration device to the shower with me. These parts were the inner and outer cones, which I take in the shower with me every day to wash, allowing them to grip better. This is very important to its function. No, I'm not describing my shower to you because you don't get to watch me shower, ya perv.
Once that was done, I go back to my room to dry off and prepare to apply my device. Once I get all dried off, I place some medical tape over my urethra - this is an important safety feature given how my device works. Afterwards, I put a balloon held to some silicon tubing by a rubber band through the inner cone, which I then roll whatever's left of my foreskin over.
However, just as I was doing that, my door suddenly opened. Hastily, I opened up some porn, tossed the device to the side, and covered up with a towel.
"Uh - knock first! Just.... uhh... Just masturbating," I said.
Yiska, my roommate, just stood there and took a quick glance around the room, and shook his head. Yiska is an anthro Absol, 22 years old, with a unique color scheme - any part of an Absol's body that would normally be colored white, Yiska's was colored black. Any part of an Absol's body normally colored blue, Yiska's was colored.... Uhh.... some orange-ish, yellow-ish... uhh... I'll go with yellow? I'm bad with colors... In addition, the outside of his eyes were colored black, with white pupils and an iris color of blue. Also, we both play in a band, where he plays drums and I play guitar.
"We're starting band practice early today. I was told to get your sleepy ass out of bed. Also, I think it's very clear that you were not masturbating," said Yiska.
"Uhh... Yeah I was... Look, I've got gay porn open here!"
"You just opened that. I saw you."
"Uhh.... You walked in just as I started masturbating?"
"I saw you throw something..."
Yiska went over to around where I was and picked up the balloon held to silicon tubing through a silicon cone.
"... The fuck is this? Some kind of... Uhh...."
"Do I have to explain that?"
"Yes."
"Oh whatever... They're waiting for an explanation anyway."
"Who?"
"You know.... Them!" I said, pointing towards you.
"... Ugh. Stop breaking the fourth wall, Pat. Just explain to me what this... This contraption is?"
"Alright... Well... see, it's a device that lengthens the remnant of my foreskin until the point that I get complete coverage."
"What?"
"That's exactly what they said!"
"Fourth wall, Pat..."
"Right... Anyway.... It works through cell division... I'm guessing you know how that works, at least?"
"Yeah, I get that. Why, though? I have my foreskin and I'm struggling to understand your line of thought here."
"Well.... It's kind of... Well, a therapy. I don't like what was done to me without my consent, and so this helps me feel like I could do something about that. Fills the voids my guitar can't, if that makes sense."
"Okay, I guess I can understand where you're coming from there... So how exactly does it work?"
"Shit, man... I'm bad at explaining things.
"Yeah, I'm aware. Would you be better off demonstrating?"
I just kind of looked at Yiska with a surprised look.
"Look, we've already seen each other butt naked. Not like this is a huge step up," he said.
"True," I said.
Hesitantly, I threw the towel off to the side to prepare for a demonstration for Yiska.
"Okay, so the first thing I do is get this tape over my urethra. That's just a safety measure. As you can see, I've already done that."
"Right... Okay, go on."
I then started the same procedure of putting the balloon and inner cone underneath the remainder of my foreskin that I had started before Yiska busted into my room without knocking.
"Then, I'll roll the remaining foreskin over the inner cone. As you can see, I used a rubber band to hold a balloon to some silicon tubing, which I put through the cone."
"Yep... Alright."
"After that, I put this outer cone over all of that. Then this check valve goes on."
"Okay."
"Now, I use this other silicon tube to inflate."
After saying that, I began to slowly inflate the balloon until I reached the point where I just started feeling a stretching feeling. It was important to only go that far; if it's so minimally inflated that you forget it's there, then it's not going to stretch anything at all, but if it's too inflated it would be painful.
"And that's all there is to it."
"Okay... Does that... Hurt at all?"
"Nope! If it's painful, you're doing it wrong."
"Okay... I think I understand now."
"I think they do, too."
"God damn it!"
As I started getting dressed, Yiska tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hey, Pat?"
"Yeah?"
"Look, I know why you tried hastily to keep this a secret from me. You felt like I'd shame you for doing something so drastic to resolve your body image."
"Well... Yeah..."
"Well, you know... You're not doing this because someone else wants you to. You're doing it because you want to. If this is what you need to feel happy, then no one can take that from you. Fuck what everyone else thinks."
"Thanks, Yiska..."
"I'm going to carry your guitar down to the car while you get dressed. Don't wanna be late for practice."