Mutation
From Metabods
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Part 1
Mr. Casey was shuffling through his notes as he walked into the classroom, so he didn’t see Adam Burke’s enormous cock draped carefully across the threshold. Of course he tripped spectacularly over the huge heavy thing, tossing his notes up in the air and nearly faceplanting on the room’s hardwood floor. Fortunately he was able to grab the edge of his desk and catch himself from falling, as the entire class laughed hilariously.
“Very funny, guys,” Mr. Casey said as he righted himself. The class was still laughing. He had half a mind to write some detentions, but with the Changes the boys had been going through the staff had been advised to let them have the occasional outlet for fun. He sighed and started picking up his notes, and Adam and a few of his friends, apparently to show there was not malice involved, got up to help, dragging their arm-thick cocks around after them, their kneelength kilts looking vaguely ridiculous as they hid only the roots of their 2-liter-bottle-thick phalluses.
Mr. Casey nodded up to the 7-foot-tall hypercocked musclehunks as stacked his papers on the desk, and Adam and the others retreated to their seats grinning. “All right, everyone, you know the drill. Cocks coiled and under your seats. You too, Justin.” Most of the boys already had their six-inch-wide cocks stowed like they were supposed to, but Justin had his tossed over his bulging bare shoulder.
“It is!” protested Justin Lake, and Mr. Casey moved to where he could see. Sure enough, Justin’s cock fell to the floor behind Justin’s back and the last few feet were, as he said, coiled under the seat.
Mr. Casey frowned. He wasn’t sure why the suddenly contaminated groundwater from a burst pipe at the long-abandoned chemical plant in this completely isolated Alaska town (Portia, Alaska, pop. 634) was affecting everyone differently, but he’d thought until recently it was based on age. Post-pubescent teens were getting a massive effect, people in their 20s a much more moderate level of Change (so that 27-year-old Everett Casey had transformed only a bit — compared to his students, anyway; at least he could still keep his junk in his pants, and the kids literally could not, even if they could still wear pants), and everyone over 30 slowly regressing to an insanely buff 29. But Mr. Casey had been seeing first-hand that some of the teens, even though they were the same age, had been affected in markedly different ways.
Speaking of which — “Both cocks under the seat, Brian.”
“But they won’t both fit,” whined Brian Sussex. His second cock was in fact coiled in the lap of the boy next to him, Joshua Brant, who was resting a wide hand on the thick, heavy borrowed organ in his lap and sporting a contented grin. “Besides, I like it when Josh holds it.” He flushed heavily.
“He can hold it after class. Under the seat,” Mr. Casey insisted. He felt a little bad. The obvious impracticality of their giant cocks was, for these boys, more than made up for by how pleasurable any kind of tactile sensation was along every square inch of these giant phalluses. Just resting against a hard surface like the floor was like a warm caress. Coiled up, cock skin against cock skin, was a constant stimulation, like having a hard-on a quarter-inch away from a willing mouth. And the soft stroke of a strong hand — even on a flaccid hypercock — was like the next-to-last stroke of a slowly building jack-off — the stroke just before the one that sends you over.
He’d heard, too, the real kicker: the longer the cock, the more powerful the sensation. These boys may have cocks too big for fucking, but they were aching for more, not less. They’d grow their cocks even bigger if they could. Even Justin, with his 10-foot cock, wanted more, he was sure.
Brian sighed and hauled his second cock off Josh’s lap. It fell to the floor with a thump. Mr. Casey shook his head and sat on the edge of the desk, pondering the variations like Justin’s and Brian’s. Faster mutation seemed to be happening among former jocks in all age groups. Double dicks, though, were only common in his 20-something group — he and most of the guys he worked out with had doubled their junk (in quantity and size) — but he was glad only a few of the teens had had it happen to them.
He tried to shift his mind toward actual content. “Okay, now today we’re going to talk about — ” he began, only to be interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing in the doorway.
Mr. Casey looked over, as did the class. Jordan Lewis, the grad student who’d been visiting Portia when the mutations started and was now researching them alongside some retired chemists from the old plant (who lately looked 40 instead of 70), was standing in the doorway. For some reason, despite the fact that he was 23, the mutations had been affecting him almost as if he were a teenager, and he’d adopted the mandatory teen gear of kilt-and-nothing-else even though his muscles weren’t that much bigger than Mr. Casey’s, and his four-inch-wide cock didn’t quite touch the floor. He was also really hot, with a beautiful face and dark, penetrating eyes. Mr. Casey felt a rush of attraction and was once again glad for the subaural anti-boner sound waves that kept the school from erupting into a chaos of semen and sex all day every day.
He was studying Jordan’s musclebound alabaster marble torso and suddenly noticed that Jordan had a ten-pack, just like most of the teens. When did that happen?
“Hello, Mr. Casey, class,” Jordan said, nodding to Casey and the boys.
“Hello, Mr. Lewis,” some of the class replied randomly, with small smiles. Each of them had been sent to see Jordan in his field office by the soccer field, where he conducted very thorough examinations of the extent of their mutations. The field office was just outside the range of the anti-boner field.
“Before classes begin today,” Jordan continued formally, “we’ve selected your class for something special. We’re going to conduct a trial run of a new sound frequency wave — something we hope will, just possibly, roll back the mutations.”
“Awww!” whined the boys, this time in unison.
Jordan pretended not to hear this. He pressed a button his remote and said confidently, “Here we go!”
The students braced themselves glumly, and Mr. Casey sat down on his desk, wondering if he’d be affected as well. He hoped so. Or — did he? His cocks twitched in his baggy, open-cuffed pantaloons.
A soft tone sounded, seeming to reverberate through the air, the building, his body, everything — and suddenly it felt as though two strong hands had grabbed his cocks and were pulling on them, hard — in a way that felt, great, like there was more cock packed inside him that needed to be pulled, inch by inch by inch by inch out of his body and into freedom.
His vision was blurry but he could see boys arrayed before him were feeling it too. They were panting and flushed like him, their cocks still completely soft but twitching, trying to get hard —
Suddenly Mr. Casey felt it — the pulling — it was working!! The soft tone thrummed through his cocks as they slowly unspooled — he could feel the thrum thickening them just a bit too —
He tried to ignore how pleasant the thrum was in his cocks, and he realized his muscle felt it too — his pecs were thrumming thicker too. And his shoulders and his upper arms and —
Someone moaned wildly and he refocused with some difficulty on the boys. They were all writhing, visible wider in the shoulders than before and with pecs like volleyballs, and their cocks —
Fuck! The floor of the classroom was covered with arm-sized cock, writhing, lengthening, intertwining — !!
He was barely able to concentrated, but he turned his head toward Jordan. The pale, musclebound grad student was immersed in his own sensations, not even noticing what was going wrong, his own cock steadily coiling up on its own between his enlarged soccer boy legs, more cock pulling out of his kilt at like an inch a second.
“Jordan!” he managed to call out. Jordan seemed to focus, looking on the cock-covered classroom floor with amazement. With some difficulty he lifted the remote up, creating a perfect softball bicep, and clicked something on it.
But it didn’t stop. Instead the soft tone switched to a different, lower pitch that shuddered through Mr. Casey like a really loud, low bass line at a concert. He gasped. It felt like more, stronger hands on his cocks. Everyone else grunted too, like they were all thirty seconds from cumming. He felt like he was being pulled at all over, dividing, multiplying like cells. The thrum seemed to be shaking his vision, shaking his body, he felt hands all over his muscular torso, many hands, his own hands — “JORDAN!” he yelled, not even seeing the marble boy.
A second longer of that feeling of being pulled, and then — nothing. It stopped.
Mr. Casey panted. He was staring straight ahead, but now he could see.
The room was full of dazed musclebound teen giants. A lot more full. They were bigger. No, there was more of them. No, it was both.
They were up to their knees in cock.
The room was a sea of jumbled, endless leg-sized cock, four feet deep, including all around his desk, a flood of cock lapping at his knees where he sat on the edge of the desk. It was impossible to tell what was whose — it seemed to be miles of continuous cock. Even his own cocks, now as thick as the boys’ had been before, big enough to rip open the seams on his pantaloons dove into the throbbing pile and lost themselves amidst their aroused-but-flaccid brethren.
He did a double take. There were four monster phalluses emerging from his crotch. Fuck.
He glanced around. All the other boys had doubled their cocks too, those whose crotches he could see above the mass of cock. He glanced at Brian. It looked like he had a more than two now. A lot more than two. Wait — there were also two Brians. He’d twinned. So had a few of the others.
He reached toward a random length of cock that emerged from the tangle and then dove back into it and casually stroked it. He heard a moan from the back of the room — Justin. Damn, how much of this pile was Justin and Brian?
He realized he was stroking with one of three right hands. Holy shit. He did a quick double-take on the still-dazed boys. Only a few of them had six bulging arms like him. The rest had just four.
Mr. Casey turned and gave Jordan a very pointed look. He looked very hot, up to his waist in cock as thick as his waist. Jordan shrugged with all eight arms. “It should have worked,” he said defensively. Jordan turned his broad back on him and started trying to extract himself, his exertion eliciting random moans from around them room — including, at one point, from Casey. Damn, my cock is all the way over by the door? Shit!
Jordan finally pulled himself free with a somersault out into the empty hallway. He stood, brushed himself off, and then laboriously pulled one ten-foot cock out of the pile, then another. Then the third. By the time Jordan was done he looked like he’d had ten near-orgasms. He turned and started to walk off, dragging his cocks behind him.
“Wait — can you get someone to take away these chairs?” Mr. Casey said. “I think we’ll be more comfortably lying down.”
Part 2
Justin woke gently from a blissful dream, in which he’d been floating on a literal sea of cock, with a vague sense of regret. But his wistful, foggy yen to return to his reverie rapidly dissipated as he gradually returned to a reality even better than his dream.
He was lying face-down on a throbbing, shifting, vast expanse of warm, living, thriving, leg-thick cock. Firm, gigantified cock muscle warmed his right cheek and pressed against his generously muscled arms, legs, and torso. Justin smiled, keeping his eyes closed, reveling in the impossible pleasure.
In his dream he’d possessed miles of cock, which somehow became seemingly infinite cock, Earth’s miles-deep oceans filled not with water but with an endless supply of Justin-cock. Just the idea was enough even within the dream to give him series of orgasms so huge that the land masses of Earth were blanketed with five feet of cum.
But, awake, Justin felt his two mutant cocks emerge from his body and then twist through the pulsing, intertwining mass of a couple dozen other boys’ cocks nearly as long as his. Even with his eyes still closed he could sense his cockheads at opposite ends of the school’s Olympic-sized pool. It wasn’t an Atlantic Ocean of Justin-cock, and the swimming pool filled with cock wasn’t even all his, but it was still unbelievably hot, and he felt a throb of arousal pound through his 40-foot phalluses. Almost involuntarily he pushed with his hips, feeling his cocks slide through the mass of other cocks, and without really meaning to he fell into a rhythm of very slow, shallow humping.
Justin decided that it was cool, after all, that it wasn’t all his. After the new dose of uber-mutation his class gotten yesterday afternoon thanks to Jordan Lewis’s as-wrong-as-it-could-be attempt to return him and his fellow hypercocked 7-foot-tall teen studs to the normality they’d left behind when the contaminated town water supply had started changing everyone (instead rapidly augmenting them all even more), he’d been half excited and half alarmed about taking his new equipment home, outside the anti-boner field of the school, and trying it out – what would his cocks even be like if they could get hard?
But Mr. Casey had conferred with the other teachers and decided that his class – the only group who’d been uber-mutated by Mr. Lewis’s test run – should stay overnight at the school while Mr. Lewis came up with a new plan. It had been Justin’s idea to move from the classroom, half-filled with 25 teens’ suddenly endless cocks pressing up against desks and bookshelves and walls with flaking paint and radiators and everything, and instead go down and fill the empty swimming pool down in the basement with cock. The others were wowed by the idea and readily agreed.
It had turned out to be really easy to get down to the pool: everyone tossed their cocks over their own broad shoulders, and the person behind would carry the shafts near the head. They turned out to be really heavy, but then, their muscles had not only expanded but condensed – they were all now not only gorgeously muscled but ten times as strong as they looked.
And as soon as they’d started their expedition they’d drawn a curious and helpful crowd of admiring and envious fellow students, helping to carry (and feel up) their gargantuan cocks, dragging their own neglected non-uber-mutated 7-foot cocks behind them.
Justin, his eyes still comfortably closed, realized that all four of his beautiful, thickly muscled arms were wrapped casually around some of the cocks he was lying on, and as he gently humped his cocks he began slowly moving his big, six-fingered hands, caressing whatever insanely thick shafts he was embracing. He heard a few stray moans from around him, and somewhere a hand started caressing one of his own mutant cocks. He got his big, disproportionately large feet into the act too, caressing the cockshafts they were resting against, prompting more moans from all around him. Someone nearby shifted one of his hands onto Justin’s impossibly tight, hard ass, and he playfully clenched his butt for whoever it was.
As soon as he’d started actively, if gently, caressing the cocks that made up the expanse of phallus he was laying on he realized that these thick, firm cocks were slightly slick – in fact he was slightly slick too, as if everything had been lightly doused with a natural lube. He finally decided to open an eye, and saw amid the cozy warm jumble of shaft there was a cockhead nearby, and it was steadily oozing a clear substance. Now that he was aware of what to look for Justin could sense that his own distant cockheads were drooling precum too. They couldn’t bone up thanks to the anti-boner field, but they were still aroused. And now they were a classfull of ubercocked teens (plus respectably hyper admirers who’d stayed and added their own cocks to the lake of cock), naked, lusciously muscled, and lubed head to toe with their own constant supply of precum lube.
Justin laughed. Had he woken up from the dream?
A very handsome face turned toward him: Josh Brant, who’d been the lucky one who usually got to hold Brian’s second cock, back in that strange yesteryear, which was only yesterday, when there’d been only one Brian and he’d had only two cocks. Josh yawned adorably, just waking up, his dark dusting of morning bristles contrasting beautifully with his soccer-boy tan and pale gray eyes – but half-awake though he might be his six muscle arms were already cuddling and stroking an equal number of massive shafts. (Someone else must be fondling my ass, then, Justin thought.) Josh caught sight of Justin and grinned a huge, toothy grin. Justin grinned back. Their faced were only a few inches apart, so they both shifted forward and their lips touched, and Josh spared a hand to wrap around Justin’s neck. They began kissing deeply, discovering in the process that they had abnormally long hot tongues that reveled in wrapping their lengths around each other.
As they kissed Justin and Josh became aware of more activity around them, as their classmates slid from erotic dream into impossibly erotic waking. The surface of the cock ocean he was lying on was in motion, as more and more guys started slowly humping their lightly lubed hyper cocks within the gently writhing mass. After a while Justin felt another mouth – and another long hot tongue – ministering to the side of his neck on the other side from Josh. He turned and felt a huge torrent of arousal at what he saw, pouring through his whole body and flushing down both his incredible cocks. It was another Josh – Justin hadn’t realized he’d been one of the ones who got twinned – and the grinning muscle hunk was standing in the rolling lake of cock, thick rolling shafts of leg-thick cock lapping against his massive spherical pecs, his precum-dampened face alone so entrancing as to force another torrential surge of arousal through Justin, inches away and filled with joyous lust for him – Justin, successful local model before the mutations, twice voted most beautiful boy in the entire school against stiff, so to speak, competition. If Josh was this hot now, Justin thought excitedly, how hot am I?
Justin could now tell that both his cocks were being stroked by hands and feet at a number of places along their length, each stroke an intense stimulation bordering on the orgasmic. Panting, Justin threw his mouth against the new Josh’s full, salty lips, plunging his long tongue into Josh’s mouth as Josh did the same, while the first Josh busied himself with kissing and licking Justin’s cum-slicked cheek and bristly jawline as a couple of his left hands stroked Justin’s wide, bulging upper back. Justin realized that even restrained by the sonic anti-boner wave from generating actual colossal hard-ons he was only seconds from a galactically massive orgasm.
Justin felt more mouths, tongues, and hands as others drifted toward their little group, and the increased intensity of the rolling cocks and roving hands and mouths told him that the others felt the same way he did. As he feverishly made out with Josh II he glanced past him and saw a knot of ten enormous classmates, including a couple of non-ubers pressed in the middle looking, if anything, even hotter for being a size smaller all over than the others. Some were standing, others floating on the rolling sea like Justin. All of them were making out with two guys at once and groping the surrounding cocks and each others’ godlike bods with way too many hands. He realized that both Brians were in that group, one lying on his back as if he couldn’t help showing off the six enormous cocks emerging from him, diving from his crotch into the writhing cock-sea.
Just then the two Joshes moved closer together, both kissing him at the same time, their long, hot, thick, rough tongues writhing and twining with his, and then he felt a big buck in the rolling cock-mass he was laying on just as four new hands grabbed his ass and legs and even more hands started stroking his cocks somewhere, and the extra stimulation caused him to burst, his suddenly massive balls pounding gallons of cum down his thick, dense, 40-foot cocks, and his orgasm surged through the entire pool like a massive electric shock, and in a second both Joshes were screaming with ecstasy even as they kissed Josh harder than ever, and from all around him Justin heard uncontrollable screams of pleasure erupt like vocal volcanoes, and the cock-sea was tossing, surging uncontrollably, and Justin felt himself being covered with hot thick cum even as he unexpectedly started cumming again, harder, draining himself physically and emotionally. His mind drifted into a pleasant trace for quite a long time, comfortably aware that he was drifting along with his Joshes and all the other boys.
As his mind floated he thought he heard the distant, awed voice of Mr. Lewis: “They weren’t supposed to be able to do that...”
