“Take your pants, shirt and socks off right now,” Morrie instructed his brother. “And don’t screw with the plastic bag yet.”
“Why, Morrie?” Carl asked.
“Because some of that powder made it onto our clothing,” his brother explained. “We need to rinse the pants and shirts and pour the water on the berry bushes. Then we need to wash the pants very thoroughly.”
“Okay, makes sense to me.”
Morrie glanced around at the stuff they’d brought with them. “Here’s how we do it,” he said. He ticked the steps off on his fingers. “First, we strip off the clothing and leave the bag on. Second, we place the clothing in that 5 gallon bucket with water in it. Third, we go in and shower very thoroughly, and don’t take the bag off until you have cleaned and rinsed twice.” He checked to make sure Carl was following. Carl nodded. Morrie went on: “Fourth, we get dressed in clean clothing, but we use a cut up big 55-gallon plastic trash bag to keep from slopping the water onto us while we take the water clothing and all out to the private harvest berry bushes. Fifth, we bring the wet bucket and our clothing including the tennis shoes back in and throw all of that in the washer and wash it twice before drying it.”
Something occurred to Morrie, and he pulled out his cell phone. “I need to call Mom and see where she is at so we don’t have a problem.” Morrie called his mother. “Hi, Mom, how are you and Mrs. Nelson doing with the shopping?” Pause. “You’re still at the Westfield Mall in Palm Desert? Would you consider picking up some burgers at the In and Out Burger on the way back?” Another pause. “Since you’re still shopping, why don’t you and Mrs. Nelson just eat there? You can get some In and Out for us, and we will be happy with that.” Another pause. “You will, that’s great! What did you get Dad?” Pause. “He will probably like that. What time is he due home tonight?” Pause. “Not till after nine? Well, I hope that he is enjoying his work. Thanks Mom!”
Morrie’s plan, at least to the best that they both knew, seemed to work. After they did everything and then watered down the area again, they could both breathe and expose themselves near the plant with very little effect. That seemed to cinch it: it must just be the powder that was that crazy.
When they were finished they took a bag of specialized fertilizer and spread it very gently over the back yard berry bushes around the pool and then gave what was left of the bag to the private harvest out near the horse paddocks.
So far, it had all gone as expected. The plants were fertilized, in several different ways, everything was cleaned up and was stored in very well hidden places, and then the diversion ran its course. There was nothing more to be done, and before too long all the business with the berries and the powder was forgotten as the boys moved on to other projects.
While their thoughts were shifted to other things, the alien powder was doing its thing. The berry plants had adapted very well. What neither knew however was exactly how well. When Morrie had ejaculated uncontrollably on the plants, his ejaculate contained a great deal of information that created a mutation in this strange powder. The powder wasn’t really a powder at all—it was a nutrient-based life-form that had originated from an exploded star many centuries before even their grandparents were born. It would adapt to new surroundings providing nutritional values that native animal and vegetation were unable to obtain in a given world. It survived, because it was valuable and protected by the life forms who ate it. In exchange for helping the propagation within plant life, the life form rewarded those who consumed it.
The junior college year passed, and as usual, Mother Ankrum was too busy trying to survive in a rather dismal marriage to get either Morrie or Carl in to the doctor about their below-average physical development. They still were not growing and things were not changing for them, but the Ankrums survived in spite of themselves.
As winter came to an end, and Spring began to come to the upper desert, the berry bushes around the pool began to get leaves and started doing everything berry bushes did to bear fruit, and maybe a bit more. The berry bushes back by the horse paddock had done even better, virtually doubling in size over the more cared for ones by the pool. As the weather warmed, the berry bushes began to bear fruit.
All this time Morrie and Carl had ignored the powder. The berries would be the easiest way to do things without raising suspicion or alarm if anything was going to happen. (The berry bushes in the rear yard had adapted because of Morrie’s ejaculate to only be biologically active in humans. While many kinds of wildlife tried to get the berries in the yard, none touched the ones by the horse paddock.)
The plants that Morrie and Carl had tended in secret just happened to do things in their own way. While the plants inside the yard were prolific, those out by the horse paddock had maybe one quarter the quantity of fruit on them. The berries on the paddock bushes seemed to have a strange appearance as well. They were elongated looking vaguely like a penis with a glans on it. The stem grew from where the urethra would be. All this suggested to Mother Ankrum that there was probably something wrong with the berries from these bushes, so when she picked berries she confined her picking to the bushes in the yard.
She bustled into the kitchen with some of these one weekend morning. “Morrie. . . . Carl. . . . Would you like some early raspberries?”
“Yeah Mom, that sounds great!”
Morrie had not forgotten their crop; he had just kept his mouth shut, quietly letting his Mom know that maybe the plants had been genetically damaged and that might have been why they initially died the previous season. He volunteered that they would be great ornamentation for the back area and that even if the fruit did not work out, a few bad trees that didn’t do anything anywhere else might do well back there. He volunteered that the berry bushes probably were surviving because the area once held horses and that the horse dung was probably providing a great deal of fertilizer.
“Mom?” Morrie asked. “Where are you and Mrs. Nelson going today?”
“We’re going down the hill to shop for furniture,” their mother answered distractedly. “Your Father has given me permission to get new living room furniture, and I need to find what will go with this house.”
“Where is Dad, anyway?”
“He left this morning for Goldstone with Mr. Nelson.”
Morrie frowned. “What’s at Goldstone?”
Mrs. Ankrum sighed. “There is some kind of problem with the computerized controls that move one of the dishes up there, and someone recommended your father as a consultant.”
Morrie nodded. “When will he be home?”
“I don’t expect to see him until Monday night,” their mother said.
“Are you going to be in Palm Springs or Palm Desert?”
“I don’t know dear.” She raised her brows at Morrie. “Why?”
“Just… before you leave down there, would you stop at In and Out Burger and bring home some Double Doubles?”
“I guess so, dear.” She smiled at her boy. At least his appetite was normal. “Where’s Carl?”
“We found a ton of unused sprinkler pipe in the big shed way in the back of the property,” Morrie said. “Carl and I dug some trenches and we are running some lines so that water can be run out in the old horse area for some fruit trees.”
“Is there water back there?”
“Yes Mom, there is a capped water line that was used at one time to get water back to the horses.”
Mrs. Ankrum considered this. “Wait until your Dad gets home to splice into the house water system.”
“We don’t have to, Mom,” Morrie said. “There is a valve in the line at the side of the house so we can do it without jeopardizing the house water system in any way.”
“I’m glad you’re taking the initiative dear. I can’t get your Dad to do anything domestic any more.”
Morrie ignored the aside about his father, as usual. “We are going to make an area for some fruit trees right behind the pool fence.”
“Yes, dear, but remember I have to ask your father about budgeting for the trees themselves.”
Morrie shook his head. “One of the guys at school has a bunch of little tiny trees that his family doesn’t want,” he said. “If I can get them for free, can we have them? They’re pretty sad looking, but maybe they can be saved.”
“That would be nice dear, but, the water up here is expensive, remember that.”
Morrie nodded, satisfied that the next stage of his plan would be able to proceed. “Okay, Mom.”
A brief, bright honk sounded from the direction of the front driveway. “Oh, I hear Mrs. Nelson out in front,” Mrs. Ankrum said. “I better get going.”
“Have a good time, Mom.”
“I will,” his mother said, collecting her purse from the counter. “Maybe we can all go to a movie or something at the Theater in Rancho Mirage this weekend.”
“That would be nice Mom.”
“See you later, and give Carl my Love!”
Morrie watched as Mrs. Nelson’s car made its way down the driveway and out towards the street that would take them down towards the main highway and then on down the hill into the Palm Springs area. Morrie and Carl both had wanted to try their special berry harvest for a while, but so far there had been no way that they could have uninterrupted access. If they had some sexual side effects from eating the berries, at least now they would have a period of quite a few hours before their mother would be home.
Out in the back yard, in a huge shed that had had its best days several decades before, Carl was sorting through everything they needed. He’d found tons of pipe, fittings, and all of the things needed to make enough of a watering system to irrigate not only this property, but five more.
Morrie locked the front door and made his way back to the shed where Carl had already cleaned up and sorted a ton of stuff he had found in boxes.
“What’s all this?”
“It’s kind of neat Morrie, look at all the shit I found!”
Morrie gaped at all the detritus. “Holy Shit!”
“Your prowling may have just discovered some real prizes.”
“What do you mean?”
Morrie cocked an eyebrow at Carl. “That my younger Brother is a milking machine.”
Carl frowned at him. “A milking machine?”
“We need to lay claim to this shed, little brother.”
“Is there electricity out here?”
“Looks that way,” Carl said. He’d seen some plugs on the wall where the switch was. “Hey Morrie, what is this compressor looking thing?”
“That, little brother, is a vacuum pump!” Morrie was grinning. “This day could not get much better. I remember seeing this dump when Mom and Dad bought the house, but I never thought in a bazillion years that it could have such interesting potential.”
Carl was still confused. “What do you mean, Morrie?”
Morrie sighed, but he was smiling affectionately at his brother. “Carl, there are times I wonder about you.”
Morrie flipped a switch and the old light bulbs on the ceiling came to life. A new odor drifted around the room. “What’s that smell, Morrie?”
“The heat from those light bulbs warming up the dirt dust and mold that have been attached to them for some time.”
Carl nodded. They looked over their hoard for a while, moving things aside to see what unexpected treasures might be underneath. “I wonder why people left all of this behind?” Carl asked.
“Mom and dad bought the house through an estate sale,” Morrie said distractedly. “One or both of the people that lived here must have died.” His eyes lit on something and widened. “Carl, look here! Here is a container with a bunch of brand new teat cups—and the sleeves look good!”
“Shit, Morrie, look at all of this plastic tubing, there must be a thousand feet of it.”
“Look over there at the clear thick Lucite Tubing, there is a pile on a rack and there are a bunch of different sizes from about and inch and a half all the way up to five or six inches.” Morrie looked over the haul in wonder. “There is also a ton of sheet Lucite and a bunch of tools out here to work with it.”
“What are you thinking of, Morrie?”
“Well, little brother, I’m thinking that we don’t have to be the littlest guys for much longer! At least in one area,” he added with a wicked grin.
Carl was getting a little frustrated at the way his brother’s imagination leaped ahead of the moment. “What do you mean, Morrie?”
“We can make the best dick pump stuff with all of this. And other fun stuff too,” he added. “We need to get out here and place this stuff all in order for our own use.”
“What’ll Mom and Dad say?”
“Get real Carl!” Morrie scoffed. “Our dad wouldn’t notice if the entire shed was beamed up by aliens!” He looked around with a proprietary air. “I think we can fix this place up and make it ours.” He glanced up at Carl. “Let’s go in the house and clean up, but we need to harvest some of our own berries first and see what they do if anything!”
“Sounds good to me!”
“I thought that it would!”
First they went in to the house and grabbed a Tupperware bowl that was rarely used. They harvested what must have been fifty or sixty berries from the bushes they had cared for and then took them into the house to clean them. The now-genetically-modified plants, meanwhile, took this as the signal to produce more berries so that there would be more there for this species to enjoy.
The berries smelled really good, and both Morrie and Carl took and ate a few as soon as the washing was finished.
Within ten minutes of eating the first berries, a few things began to happen, at first invisibly. Inside both Morrie and Carl an alien life form was doing some remodeling. Cellular change was beginning. And a little behavioral change too.
Morrie and Carl unselfconsciously peeled off their clothes and decided to go into the family room to watch television. Screw it, the clothing was not needed, they would sit back and just enjoy relaxing for a while before their showers and leave their outside activities for the later afternoon and evening.
The life form would treat this new human species like it did to all others. To reward the species in the area of its ability to procreate and reproduce or have reproductive activities, it would make the species more attractive to those who might want to copulate with it, and it would enhance pheromones to make the species attractive on every sexual level as well. Instinctively, it did everything it had to do to reward its host.
Another species in this situation might try to enslave, but that was not the case at all. All this species did was to give pleasure to those that hosted it. The life form was a tireless worker that would help an immune system if needed, it would assist in repair of other functions of its host and it would assist in killing off things that would harm the host in any manner. The alien species needed the host to survive and as a result it did everything possible to help and prevent harm to its host.
The life form fed off of the waste products in the tissues of its host and in some cases excess body fat, if there was fat tissue to feed on. It would assist the species in any and every way to be the best sex machine that it could.
One other thing about this alien life-form affected the way it interacted with the boys. Once its host was infected, the life form had the ability to learn, from the behavioral patterns of its host, how to give that host the most pleasure.
That night things started to change for the brothers, but the initial effects were subtle. As they slept that night, erotic dreams filled the night on a far more graphic level than they usually experienced. Both awakened the next morning lying in puddles of their own ejaculate. Both were also experiencing penile and testicular soreness, which they attributed to the intensity of multiple ejaculations.
Meanwhile, their mother was amazed at how productive both boys were, taking on the jobs that their father should have been doing. They amazed both parents with their prowess in construction, including installing decorative wood rail fencing around the front of the property.
The boys were not fools. They were doing monumental amounts of work around the house in order to acquire the tools for the work that they wanted to accomplish for themselves. The more work they did, the more money their father approved to get work done. Their father was proud was that the work the boys were doing was well done, and, in his own selfish way, he was glad that if they did the work, he didn’t have to.
There were a few things that “Dear Ol’ Dad” did not notice. One was that the quantity of paint purchased was enough to paint not only the white split rail fence, but also their new shed “playroom”. Little by little the shed was being repaired and fixed into their exclusive domain.
The boys did secure a number of tree seedlings from the families of some school chums. The trees had not done well in their original locations, but had not completely died—perfect for the treatment given to the berry bushes. The former horse area now completely fenced around its perimeter had trees planted in such a manner as to block view of the shed from the house and from outside the perimeter of the yard of the property.
At the same time, unbeknownst to the brothers, the problems that they had were also being repaired. During that time the basic reprogramming and cellular changes slowly and methodically continued. The only effects that both had noticed were the constant and absolutely monumental morning erections and the soreness in their balls.
Evidently, at one time there had been some kind of metal structure on the property and the metal roof sealing paint which was a silver color was used to paint the inside of the shed windows worked to keep prying eyes out. Because Morrie and Carl had offered to add new roll fiberglass insulation to the house to make it more energy efficient, the two teenagers had actually convinced their father and he went out and bought the materials. Of course, a few rolls of that fiberglass insulation found their way into their shed playroom as well.
A few weeks later, a detour off of one of their normal routes gave them the greatest gift of all. Sitting on the ground next to some trashcans was a very large high efficiency room air conditioner. It had definitely been used, but the question was could they have it? They walked up to the home and were greeted by an elderly woman wearing an oxygen tube in her nose. They asked her if the air conditioner had been hers and if they could have it. The elderly woman stated that she suffered from breathing problems and had to have refrigerated air conditioning installed in the entire house. Of course they could have it. So it was that, after a great deal of effort, their shed playroom now had an air conditioner for those extremely hot summer months. There were even a couple of abandoned electrical circuits to make it easier for them to install it.
All the while, they remembered to enjoyed periodic bowls of their special berries when they had the time. The berries (and the life form they contained) were slowly doing their work. The life form had not received any specific signals as yet, and was waiting patiently for the next stage of its purpose.
Carl looked up from his breakfast cereal one morning. “Morrie, I wonder when these berries are going to start doing something.”
Morrie had been thinking about this. “I think that they actually are,” he said, “but we have been so busy preparing for things that we have not simply had any time to do what we need to do to make things happen.”
“What do we have to do?”
Morrie stirred his cereal around awkwardly. “I think we need to really jack off some more.” He met his brother’s gaze cautiously. “Have you noticed the fact that we are both having wet dreams every night?”
“I think that there is some sort of trigger,” Morrie said, “and we just have not found it yet.”
“Probably,” Carl mused. “Should we go and try and find more of the powder?”
“I was kind of thinking about that,” Morrie said. “A bunch of those meteorites came down up in the hills, I bet there is a ton of the powder in some places up there. There are even some caves up there, and it is possible that there could be some places where a great deal of that powder may still exist.”
Carl was surprised by this. “You think so? What do you think would happen if we brought out a little of the powder stash?”
Morrie smiled. “I actually had that in mind.”
“I was thinking about when school let out. Mom is going with Dad to a conference in Hawaii for a while the week after we get out of school, what about then?”
“How long do you think they will be gone?”
“Mom said something like a week, but, I overheard Dad and Mr. Nelson talking and because it has to do with this new tracking system Dad and Mr. Nelson developed they could be gone for a month to six weeks.”
Carl nodded. “What about money?”
“Look, after all the work we accomplished around here without goofing off, I know that Dad in his own way will see to it that we have no shortage.” He shrugged. “Remember that we both have driver’s licenses and we also will have Mom’s car this time.”
Carl wasn’t used to having unfettered access to a car. “I forgot about that.” He blew out a breath. “We’re both old enough to vote, but we’re a year behind where we should be in school because of the constant moving around.”
“Yeah, well, because of the military there are a lot of others in our graduating class with the same problem,” Morrie agreed. “Sammy Castle will turn twenty years old two months after graduation, Dave Dodge will be nineteen, Marty Stevens, Gary Michaels and Walter Winters are all like us.”
“Any ideas about what you want to do after we get out?” Carl asked.
“Yeah! Let’s get jobs as porn stars!”
“Would be nice wouldn’t it?”
“Summer vacation is only a couple of weeks away, let’s be patient,” Morrie said. “If we continue to do a great job, I am going to use some political strategies to get both Mom and Dad on as many vacations and conferences as possible!”
Carl grinned. “Do you think you can actually do that?”
“I’m damn sure gonna try!”
Both Carl and Morrie could not have been more accommodating to their parents. In their free time they had managed to nearly complete all of the work that Mrs. Ankrum had wanted her husband to do. The home had been painted inside and out, the yard landscaped and a drip irrigation system had been installed. There was even a hidden line that fed their private and more personal plants.
A split rail fence had been erected and painted, landscape lighting had been installed, and thanks to the boys’ hard work their home was, for the upper Morongo Valley towards 29-Palms, becoming a palace compared to many in the area.
As the weeks passed, the genetic changes needed to really make things happened began to accelerate. The life form had in fact done a far better repair job than any earthbound doctor could have ever imagined. A great deal of time had passed since the original Hale Meteor shower and the discoveries that Morrie and Carl had made. During that time the cellular structures of their bodies had been greatly altered by the life-form.
Both had gone from total wallflowers to become two of the most popular and desired friends to have in their entire school. Little did they know that it was a new and alien type of pheromone that was causing their popularity. By now, the life-form had figured out that both Carl and Morrie were gay. It didn’t care—it knew that if they had pleasure, that they would protect its continued existence. The life form had in its own strange way figured out that these creatures on earth liked sex and for them to do well, the best approach was to begin to share the same desires as Carl and Morrie even if they didn’t have anything to worry about.
In the intervening time, both had been biding their time and had been busy working on their playroom. They had scrounged enough to nearly soundproof the inside of the shed, their random finds and the things that their father had unknowingly paid for had blacked out the windows which had been painted over in white on the outside, sealed the door, paved the floor, carpeted the floor and the walls, added electrical connections, built a soundproof enclosure for the vacuum pump, added multiple connections for tubing and tubes with small valves, and a garage sale from a neighbor who had once worked in the automotive trades netted about ten old vacuum gauges. They had accomplished more with less than many building contractors. By the time school had ended for the semester, things had changed, both had friends, and though they didn’t know it yet, this was going to be a very interesting summer.
The following weekend, with stern warnings about destruction to the home from both parents, and a little trepidation, both parents were driven to Palm Springs Airport where they boarded a flight for Hawaii. Mrs. Ankrum phoned her sons after landing in Honolulu and talked to both, and hung up reassured that nothing unusual would happen back home. All was well with the world, and her sons were good boys.
The weather as it usually does in the desert had warmed up. Daytime temperatures were in the high 90’s, and though nowhere near their peak for the year, night time temperatures were in the 70’s. The brothers were a little excited. Cyberspace had provided them both with enough information to build everything that they wanted, and there had been enough in the way of supplies to begin to make things happen in a big way.
After carefully studying the construction of vacuum pumping equipment, and the designs of the milking cups over the weekend, both Carl and Morrie worked tirelessly building enough vacuum pumping equipment to have a “pump party” of monumental proportions, with heavy lucite cylinders of varying lengths and diameters. After studying some of the high priced flared and oval cylinders built by some of the high end manufacturers, in an almost genius fashion, they figured out how to improvise and build the equivalent equipment. It was like there had been a birth of two perfectionists.
The following night they took the mini-van and made a trip down to a couple of adult bookstores where they purchased some reading and visual aids to help the night along. It had not been that they had not thought of it before, but there had been no way to accomplish this task without their parents asking questions or wondering where they had been. They had their cell phones with them, so if the parents called, there would be an answer immediately. These were two honest and trustworthy young men, and there was no desire to offend anybody. They had been left a rather large pile of cash, and, since they had been thinking that they might want to get a few others involved in the games, there was both gay and straight porn.
For the first time, later that night, they decided to head for their shed and sex play area. What was amazing was that to the casual eye, even inside the area had been cleaned, it simply looked like a well organized storage shed with enough care in how things were stowed away to make it usable as a mini-recreation room. Even a parent would only see were the recreational aspects, if they didn’t look too closely. Morrie and Carl were adept at scrounging, and even before the parents had absented themselves they had found some old reclining chairs and a number of other things. Around the perimeter of the room was what looked like work benches. Underneath the benches, and hidden from view, were numerous attachment points with valves for vacuum tubing, and they had managed to get the old milking machine working like a charm. The pulsator had been in need of repair, and even its repair had been hidden in the home repair budget. The total for all the parts was less than ten dollars, so Mr. Ankrum never even questioned what check-valves, gaskets and other small parts were for. If he noticed it, he would assume that it had to do with the watering system.
That night would be the first night of relaxation. Tomorrow, they would get their gear together and see what else could be found that would supply them with more of the precious powder.
That night, a camping ice chest was packed with ice and some soft drinks and taken to the shed. At ten o’clock they shut down the main house and retreated to their own lair.
“That friggin’ air conditioner has its good points, but it makes this place either too hot or too cold.” Even as Morrie said this, he was thinking, I almost really like sweat, there’s something sexy about it.
“Yeah!” Carl answered. “I’m already sweating like crazy, and I am not really all that hot.”
“What if we lay some beach towels on these chairs? The damned things are so old that they are made out of naugahyde.” Morrie looked over the sticky-looking fake vinyl with distaste.
“A lot of ‘naugas” must have died for these things!” Carl said, as he retrieved a couple of towels from the supplies they’d stocked the shed with. He handed one to his brother.
Morrie took it with a grimace. “Carl, that joke is so fuckin’ old that nobody would steal it!”
“That’s probably a good thing.”
They draped the chairs with their towels. Morrie licked his lips, looking around. “What da ya wanna try first?”
“How about the milking machine?” Carl suggested. “I already jacked off four times today, and I feel like it didn’t even take the edge off.”
“I know what you mean.”
“If we start… growin’ or sumpthin’, I don’t know what we’re going to do,” Carl said, his voice quavering a little at the idea. “These teat cups are fine now, but if we had big dicks they wouldn’t fit.”
“Yeah, I been thinking about that,” Morrie said. “I worked out a design and supplies that we could use to make bigger ones.” He went over to the workbench counter top and flipped a hidden switch. Very quietly, the vacuum pump came to life.
He blocked off the lines that were not needed on the pulsator, and then attached two long lines with teat cups to the two remaining intake ports. There was a long length of two vinyl tubes reaching from the milking heads to each of the teat cups. One tube served the stimulation process and the other one carried the milk or in this case semen away from the sheath. Simultaneously both took the teat cups and, sitting in the now towel-covered cushy chairsd, they placed them on dicks that had gone hard when the sound of the machine started.
“Shit! This feels fucking weird!” Carl said. When Morrie glanced up at him, he grinned and added, “Let me rephrase that: It feels fucking great!” He gasped. “Jackin’ off never felt this good!”
“Shit, you got that one right!” Morrie said, raising his voice. “It’s only been on a couple a minutes, and I think I am gonna cum again!”
“Oh Fuck!” Carl responded. “Holy Shit, me too!”
“Fuck Carl!” Morrie shouted. “Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah eeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooossssssshhhhhhittttttt!!!!!” After a few seconds of stunning orgasm Morrie melted back into his chair. “Goddam Carl!” he gasped, panting. “I just came what seemed like a gallon and my fuckin’ cock is harder than ever! Fuck, I think I’m ready to go again!”
Carl was too busy gasping for breath to respond. Each rope of his cum was accompanied by a huge deep breath and he was still cumming
This was a new educational moment for the life form the brothers had become enmeshed with. This species very much liked the sensation of what they called “cumming”, and in its own alien way it was already thinking something along the lines of What can we do to make it better? There would be… improvements.
After three more heroic, earth-rocking ejaculations, both brothers were on the verge of passing out from pleasure. The alien form made plans. Increase production of what they call “cum”. Increase sensations to increase stimulation. Note location and DNA required to make alterations in reproductive organs.
After about five minutes of silence, Morrie came out of his delirium and with a dry throat said, “What da ya wanna try next?”
Carl was a little sweaty, as if he’d been exerting himself, but he had a huge grin plastered on his face. “Let’s just try regular vacuum pumping.”
“Did you read all the stuff on the net about how to do it right?”
“Yeah, yeah yeah,” Carl said languidly. “Low vacuum level, off and rest about every eight or nine minutes, repeat the same.”
Morrie considered this. “With the developmental problems we had holding us back,” he mused, “it’s pretty likely that most of the structures will let us grow. We may get a whole lot bigger than we would have naturally because these structures have never matured as they should have.”
The warm summer night and the high humidity in their playroom meant liquids flowing very well, and there was lots of soda and bottled water on hand. Both Carl and Morrie were hyper-hydrated, if there is such a thing, by the time the lucite cylinders and equipment were brought out and prepared. This wasn’t just about thirst on a sultry night. The best vacuum pumping results, the brothers knew, were achieved when there was plenty of water in the body’s system to convert to lymphatic fluid.
When they went to clean it out Carl and Morrie were surprised to discover that the milking container now had enough semen in it from both their ejaculations to cover the bottom of the container, to the point that the metal bottom could not be seen. Knowing how small normal ejaculations were, the brothers were amazed. It was just a coating of spunk, but that coating would have filled two shot glasses—maybe a bit more
While Carl was using a flower sink to rinse out the container of the milking machine, Morrie was putting away the rest of the hoses they’d used with it and making certain that his vacuum distribution system was ready to go. He had marked the vacuum cylinders that he and Carl had built for themselves and was preparing the rest so that they could sit back down and begin the expansion process.
It was only a few minutes later that Carl had finished washing the teat cups, flushing the lines, and putting things away.
Throughout this whole time, a life form was trying to figure out what was needed and what was next.
“Morrie, you want a refill on the Dr. Pepper?”
“Yeah, we need to stay really well hydrated.”
“Before we get started I need to take a piss.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“Everything is hooked up and ready, go ahead and fire up the vacuum pump.”
Carl went outside to drain his bladder and did not notice that where he pissed created an interesting little stream that ran a few feet over and into one of the special berry bushes that they had planted. Morrie followed him out and started peeing a few feet away, wuth the result that one of the trees that had been planted and had not been doing too well was the recipient of Morrie’s stream of urine. It had also been fertilized with some of the alien powder. Another plant species being altered to supply food and enjoyment to this earth species, noted the alien.
They both walked back into their lair and sat down in the chairs.
“You ever done this before?” Carl asked.
“No., but I have been studying a lot about it.” Morrie answered. “These cylinders were really time consuming to make.”
“Yeah, but if we had paid for them it would have been over a hundred dollars each.” Carl said. “All these supplies were quite a find.”
The lucite cylinders were lubed and placed over two raging erections. Inside each of their hosts the alien species were trying to figure this one out. It would take a little time.
“This is beginnin’ to feel really good,” Morrie murmured, relaxing into his chair.
“I know, it is sort of a strange feeling. Intense, but not as intense as the milking machine was.”
At this point the lymphatic fluids were beginning to dialate pathways and head towards two dicks. They weren’t expecting too much to happen, not yet. The brothers knew that with pumping the first time takes quite a while to get size increases. Over time, as the pathways enlarge and carry more fluid more quickly, the speed of enlargement increases.
“I think my dick is getting bigger now,” Carl said. “The texture is beginning to change.”
“Yeah, I think mine is starting to swell too.”
“Morrie? How long are we going to pump tonight?”
“I don’t know,” Morrie said. “Are you feeling tired?”
“No, not really, I was just wondering.”
“We are still on the smallest cylinder sizes, and these cylinders are not that much bigger than our dicks are.” Morrie shrugged. “Let’s just stay the course and see where things go.”
After a while Carl started to feel a mounting pleasure tingling through him. He looked over at his brother in surprise. “Morrie, I think I am getting horny again and we just shot off, that seems weird.”
“Yeah, Carl, me too,” Morrie said. He confided, “I think that our special stash of powder has some enhancement properties that we have not even found out about yet.”
Carl’s eyes widened a little. He immediately thought about the idea of guys being enhanced, and his unflagging dick seemed to get even harder. “You think we should share this?”
“Let’s see where this takes us,” Morrie said. “But in the end, I think that we are going to have a great deal of fun—and I think we can make some bucks on this too.”
“Really? Ya think?”
Morrie grinned, feeling his own tingling coursing through his balls and iron-hard prick. “Little brother, if this stuff ends up like super Viagra, we are going to be really rich. Who knows what else it can do!”
Carl grinned basck at him. “I think we need to find out!”
About two hours into their session, both dicks had thickened to the point that there was not a great deal of air space around each one in each of the cylinders. Neither of them had ever thought of themselves at all as well hung, but the increase in thickness at least was giving them a very slight preview of what enlargement might be like.
The alien life forms were still exploring possibilities, pondering what to do to help, but that was still in the details and their main priority was that they had to begin to understand the strange sexual habits of this human species. All species have sexual habits in one way or another. To survive here on Earth, they simply had to take the time to analyze everything and modify accordingly.
A few seconds later a cell phone rang.
Morrie answered at, half mortified and half giddy with hilarity at the idea of talking to his parents maked from their secret playroom while they vacuum-grew their super-hard cocks. “Yes Mom,” he said, keeping his voice as normal as he could. “We are doing just great. Do you want to talk to Carl?”
Carl took the phone and said, “Hi Mom! We’re kicking back and just slowly working on the yard like we told you we would.”
“Your father earned a big bonus!” their mother enthused.
“That is really cool!” Carl said.
“Looks like you are gonna get to finish the house the way you want!” their mom said. “We’ll have some extra now, and your father said he’s impressed with you boys and your initiative!”
“He said what?” Carl said. “You’re kidding! Morrie is going to flip out!”
“I’m glad you’re excited. We love you both.”
“Love you too Mom.”
“By the way, what’s that strange noise?”
“The noise?” Carl said. “Um… that’s the garbage disposer?”
“Oh, I see. You boys have eaten? A good dinner, not just junk food?”
“Yes, Mom,” Carl said, looking down at his huge erection in the tube. “Morrie has been fixing dinners, he’s a better cook than I am, but I am learning.” Carl realized he was suddenly very close to cumming again. Hurriedly he shoved the cell phone back at his brother. “Here Morrie, talk to Mom!”