Transformed Chapter 14
The problems started simply enough but then quickly snowballed. The day after my swim meet, I was still reeling from the fact that the day before I had not only had my first swim meet but had fooled around with eight different guys, taken nine loads up my ass, and swallowed three more loads. It had been a banner day, but I was feeling a little overwhelmed. My body felt energized but tense, and my mind was still swimming.
I decided to drop by Robby's house. He greeted me with his usual bro hug, but as he came in close, I heard him catch his breath, and he gave me a strange look.
"Dude," he said as he pulled away, and I noticed he had tented up in his sweats, and he had to reach down and rearrange himself.
We went up to his room, and he sat down on the bed across from me, while I sat in his desk chair.
"What's going on with you?" he asked in a pointed way.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"There's like something ... I dunno. It's like something about you has changed."
"What?"
"Like, I don't know what you're doing to people. It's like suddenly you're irresistible," he said. His cock was now fully hard in his sweats, and he rearranged himself again.
"For some reason, just getting near you now makes me chub up," he said. He seemed uncomfortable as he was talking, which made me uncomfortable.
I tried to defuse the discomfort by joking. "You're 15. You chub up all the time."
"No," he said. "It's not like that. Like, I'm pretty much straight. You know that. Stephanie and I are having a lot of fun. And dude, sorry, we've had some fun -- a lot of fun! -- but it's Stephanie's pussy I think about when I jerk off. But then when I'm physically near you, it's like I can't help myself. I want to jump your bones."
I wasn't at all sure where this was going, but I didn't like it.
"Well, it's not like we haven't fooled around. It's been fun," I said.
"Yeah, it's been fun. But now, it's like..." He paused. "I've been hearing things, Alex. The guys are saying that you're... That you're having a lot of fun." He paused again, then added, "Alex, you're like suddenly the center of attention."
All at once, this conversation made me angry. "For once I'm the center of attention! And you can't handle that? You've always been the handsome and popular one..."
"It's not like that!" he interrupted.
"It's not like what? You can't handle people finally noticing me?! You can't handle me being the one who gets attention?"
"That's not it!" he shouted. "It's like you're doing something to me! And to everybody else!"
"Doing something?! By not being the dorky guy you're used to?" I was getting heated. I hopped up from my chair. "So, people find me interesting and attractive now. Is that terrible? Does that make you uncomfortable?"
"Alex! Don't you see? There's something that's just not right!" He had stood up and was confronting me.
"I don't need this!" I said and stormed out of the room. I left his house and stomped home, feeling angry. I couldn't remember when Robby and I had ever had a fight, but this one left me feeling really upset. It's true that I HAD changed, but I had changed for the better. I was smarter and sexier and more confident. If Robby felt threatened by that, well then, screw him!
I decided I needed some fun to clear my mind, so I texted Carlos to see if he wanted to hang. He told me that he was with his brother but that I could drop by his place. I hopped on my bike and road over to his house across town. He let me in and led me to their basement, where his brother was hanging out, watching TV.
"This is Pablo," Carlos said.
"Yo," his brother said, without getting up. He was older than Carlos, I was guessing college age. He was a little taller than Carlos and even more muscular, with heavily tattooed arms. He was wearing loose basketball shorts, a wife beater, and an LA baseball cap. Carlos was dressed in sweats and a tight-fitting T-shirt. He sat down at the other end of the couch from me and patted for me to sit down between them.
As soon as I sat down, I noticed that both of them started to get hard. Pablo looked at me a little confused or upset.
"This your boyfriend?" he asked Carlos in a scathing tone.
"No, but he's got a great pussy," Carlos said and grabbed his crotch. "You should fuck him with me."
"I ain't like that," Pablo said emphatically. "I told you that."
"Then why you hard?" Carlos asked. He reached over and squeezed his brother's junk, but Pablo swatted his hand away. There was no denying that Pablo was now rock hard, poking a huge tent in his shorts.
"You want me to suck you?" I asked quietly. Pablo didn't respond, so I reached over and pulled the elastic band from his shorts down under his cock and balls. I bent over and took his cock in my mouth. Like Carlos, he was uncut and thick.
"See, he's good at it," Carlos told his brother.
Carlos let me suck him, but he still looked uncomfortable. On the one hand, he seemed to enjoy what I was doing, but on the other hand, he looked at me with some combination of horror and disgust. I wasn't sure if he was disgusted with me for being a cock sucker or horrified that he was actually turned on by it or some combination of both. I thought about stopping, but he was hot and I was horny and really wanted to take his load.
I got down onto my knees so that I could suck him better, and Carlos came behind me and started to caress my ass. He eased my sweats down, so I lifted my ass up to give him access. He lubed his cock up with spit. My ass was a little sore after the workout it got the day before, but I was still loose, so he slid inside fairly easily, despite the girth of his cock. Carlos started to pound my ass as I went to work on Pablo's cock. Before long, I could tell that they were both getting close, so I took Pablo's rod as deep in my throat as I could, causing me to gag a little, and I used my hand to add to the sensation.
Unlike most of the guys I played with, Pablo showed no affection. He didn't stroke my head or encourage me in any way. But soon he groaned and without warning started to shoot a huge load into my mouth, which was enough to make Carlos start shooting in my ass. The wave of energy swept through my body, more intense than usual, because it added to everything I'd absorbed the day before.
As I swallowed Pablo's load, I again had trouble sorting out his thoughts from all of the other minds I'd connected with the day before. But as I sorted my way through the jumble of thoughts, I was able to center in on Pablo's. It was clear that he was, in fact, totally straight and was both shocked and disgusted by the fact that he found me irresistible. He had never lusted after guys and had no experience with them, but when I got near him today, something happened that he couldn't control. He was upset with himself for being so turned on and disgusted at both me and Carlos for what had happened. He loved his brother and supported him, but he didn't get his attraction to boys. And he was frankly a little scared by me.
"Thanks man," Carlos said. "That was fun."
I left Carlos's feeling more troubled than I had when I arrived. Robby's comments and then Pablo's reaction to me made me wonder whether Robby was correct and that something wasn't right. Why were guys suddenly so drawn to me? Why did even straight guys get hard around me now?
I slept poorly that night. I could not get Robby's comments out of my mind and could not stop thinking about my encounter with Pablo. Robby knew me better than nearly anyone, and he saw something troubling. What happened with Pablo seemed to confirm what Robby was saying: I'm doing something to people, and something's just not right.
When I got to school the next morning, I had the feeling that everyone was looking at me, boys and girls alike. I might have just been paranoid after the events of the day before, but it really did seem that wherever I went, people turned and looked at me. And to be clear, it wasn't just friendly looks or even rude stares. It was looks of lust. As I walked by people in the hall, I could hear those that I got close to catch their breath. There were a couple of grunts and moans. It was all making me very self-conscious.
My first class that morning was English, and as I sat down at my usual spot in the middle of the room, several girls jockeyed to sit near me. Tom sat right behind me as usual.
"Hey, Alex," one girl said, batting her eyes at me. Her name was Sophia, and she had barely ever spoken to me before. The girl just in front of her, Eleanor, turned back and gave me a warm smile. I nodded noncommittally to both of them.
"That was fun on Saturday," Tom said, leaning forward and whispering in my ear. "You've made me very naughty, Alex."
Classes went on normally the rest of the morning, despite the unwanted attention that I seemed to be attracting. Even one of the teachers -- a handsome young white guy who had started teaching at the school just the year before -- seemed to look at me strangely.
At lunch, Allen came up to me and said that we should go play, so we left to sneak off to our usual spot. As soon as we got into the dressing room, he pulled my pants down and pushed me down onto the dressing table.
"For some reason, I really want to fuck you today," he said and pushed himself inside my hole, which was still loose from all the action I'd had over the weekend.
While Allen was fucking me from behind, the door opened, and Demetrius came in.
"I thought this is where you guys had slipped off," he said. He took out his cock and started stroking.
"Let me have a try," he said. Allen pulled out, and Demetrius took his place. He started pounding my hole, and in just a couple of minutes, he shot his load in me. Allen pushed back in immediately after Demetrius pulled out, and he added his load a moment later.
As we were cleaning up and pulling our clothes back on, I asked them, "Guys, you don't think there's anything wrong with me, do you?"
"What do you mean?" Demetrius asked.
"My friend Robby said he thought it was weird how everyone wants me now."
"That's just because you're hot!" Allen said.
"But..."
I wanted to tell them that I felt as though I'd become irresistible, but that just sounded bizarre.
"It's true that as soon as I was near you today, I really wanted to fuck you," Allen added. "And you know, I'm usually a bottom. But then again, I fuck you a lot, so that's not really strange."
"I always want to fuck both of you," Demetrius added and smiled broadly.
We left the theater area to head to class. I was not at all settled by our conversation.
That afternoon at swim practice, I continued to have the sense that everyone was focusing on me. As I got dressed, the guys who were in the locker room near me clearly chubbed up. Practice seemed mostly normal, but when I went in to shower at the end, it became clear that something was, in fact, going on.
I hung my towel on a hook outside and walked into the shower room, and as I did so, every head turned in my direction, and every dick started to swell. There were half a dozen guys in the shower, a couple with their speedos still on, the others already naked. But all of them seemed uncontrollably turned on by my presence. Seth was among them, and he started to openly stroke himself while he looked at me. I took a shower at the far end of the room, as far from anyone else as I could, but it didn't seem to help.
"Hey, Thompson," Seth called from across the room.
A few of the guys seemed embarrassed that they'd popped a boner in the shower, but a couple of others started to fondle themselves, like Seth. He came over to a shower near me, still stroking himself.
"Dude," I said. "It's a bit crowded in here for that, isn't it?" I was trying to maintain a joking attitude, hoping to dispel the sexual tension that had filled the room.
"You're looking so fine, though," he said.
Lance Tremont, one of the guys I knew from my access to Seth and Chung and Kirpal's minds was into cock, also moved across the room to a shower closer to me. Like Seth, he was hard and stroking.
"Hey Thompson, I hear you know how to make a guy feel good," he said.
"Oh yeah, Tremont," Seth said, "He's gives amazing head, and his ass is the best I've ever had."
A couple of more guys moved closer. Others stayed back but watched, some with a bit of horror in their eyes, but all of them now fully hard. I was starting to feel nervous. I still had my speedo on, and though it didn't offer much protection, at least it covered me up a little.
Lance reached his hand and felt my ass.
"Tremont, dude!" I said. "Not cool!"
"Come on, Thompson, let me have some fun," Lance said.
A couple of other guys came closer. They looked like lions circling for a kill. I was honestly feeling frightened now.
"Seth," I pleaded, "I'm not comfortable with this."
"What do you mean? I thought you liked to have fun?"
This whole past year flashed quickly through my mind. What started small last year with a little fun with my best bud, Robby, had expanded into much more. I'd had so much fun with an ever-growing list of guys, and each load I'd taken had contributed to my transformation. I'd gained mental and physical skills, and my body had transformed. I was much taller and more muscular than I'd been, I was stronger and faster and more coordinated, and I was much more self-confident and comfortable around others.
But now that I looked at it carefully, I also saw that I had increasingly become an object of sexual attraction. I had been able to seduce every single person I'd wanted to, even someone like Carlos' brother, Pablo, who didn't really wanted to get with me. Up until that encounter the day before, I'd been really careful to ensure that I'd had consent, that the other guys were into me and wanting to have fun. But now it seemed like even completely straight guys were drawn to me and couldn't say no if I wanted them. It was like the huge number of loads that I'd taken that weekend had super-charged me, like an electromagnet when the power is turned on high. Suddenly everyone wanted me. More than that, it was like people were obsessed with me and wouldn't be content until they'd used me to get off. While this might have been a hot fantasy, in practice, I felt like I had suddenly lost control of the situation, and I was not turned on at all. Whereas before, I had gone about seducing guys, now it was they who were pursuing me, whether I wanted them to or not.
Lance put his hand back on my ass, caressing it, and Seth tried to pull me in for a kiss, as a couple of other guys came right up to us and tried to reach in to touch me. I was starting to panic and couldn't understand why Seth, who'd been so kind to me before, was suddenly acting like a predator. I wanted to strike out, but I was surrounded.
"Stop!!" I shouted.
Suddenly there was a shout from the door.
"Hey! What's going on?" It was Kirpal, the team captain. He stomped across the room to where I was. "Back off!" he cried, and the guys all stepped back. The mood in the room immediately shifted. Several of the guys I was pretty sure were straight took this opportunity to slip away, while other guys just went back to their showers.
"What were you thinking?" Kirpal asked angrily of Seth, Lance, and a couple of the other guys. They mumbled responses, looking down. They'd all lost their hardons and apparently gone back to normal.
"Are you okay, Thompson?" he asked, turning to me.
"Yeah," I said. "It was just..." The panic I had felt was dissipating, but my heart was still beating fast.
"Come with me," he said, and walked out of the room, nodding his head for me to follow. I grabbed my towel from the hook and tossed it around my shoulders. Kirpal led me to the coach's office, which was empty, since the coach was still out at the pool working with a few team members.
"What happened?" he asked in a quiet kind voice.
I tried to explain it to him how, when I walked into the shower room today, it was like the room suddenly became filled with sexual energy. Everybody wanted me.
"It wasn't like on Saturday, when I played with you guys. I totally wanted that," I said. "That was fun. But I wasn't asking for it today. I didn't want it."
Kirpal listened to me and thought for a second. "Pheromones," he said.
When I looked puzzled, he explained. "We studied it in advanced biology. It's the sexual hormones that animals give off to attract other animals for mating."
He sniffed near me. "You're giving off mega pheromones. It's like I can smell them on you. You're, like, exuding sex." He pointed at his crotch. "Look, I can't help getting hard around you," he said, then quickly added, "Sorry," and shrugged.
That seemed to make senes. "So, what do I do?"
"I dunno. Stop being so sexy!" he said and chuckled.
"Come on," he then said, "Let's get you dressed."
Kirpal walked me over to the lockers and stood by me, chatting, as I changed into my regular clothes. He was acting like he was just being friendly, but I also felt that he was protecting me.
Seth walked by and said, "Sorry, bud. I don't know what came over me." He looked sincerely repentant.
"It's okay," I said.
As I headed home, I decided that I needed to talk with someone. Things felt like they were getting out of control, so I needed to finally open up with someone about what was happening to me. But who? I couldn't possibly talk with my parents about something so intimate. I could just imagine that conversation. "Hey, Mom, I've become a whore."
It needed to be a friend. I'd gotten close to a number of the guys I'd been fooling around with, but Robby was the only one who really knew me. It had to be Robby. He was the one who pointed out yesterday that there was something weird even before I was aware. But how would I tell him? Should I tell him everything? And would he believe me?
Hey guys, I've been posting a chapter in this story every week since January, but I've got to take a few weeks off. Look for a new chapter at the end of May. And thanks for all of the great feedback!
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