Second Puberty 4

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As I left the weight room I wasn’t really sure what to do. Should I get somebody? Or just go to my next class? I didn’t want to get those guys in trouble, so I decided to let it go. My next class was a double AP Biology. I decided to go straight to the lab. If the room was free, I could just wait there for the class to begin. That should be safe.

When I entered I was actually a little disappointed to see Mr. Jacobs back in his usual spot. He greeted me when I came in, and I asked how he was doing.

“Fine,” he said. “Turned out to be only a 24-hour bug.”

“So, how long have you known Professor Grant?” I asked.

“Who?” he asked. “Oh, the substitute; I don’t think I ever met him.”

“That’s funny. He said he was doing you a favor, coming down from Stanford to teach us for a day.”

Mr. Jacobs looked blank and slowly shook his head. “He may have been doing someone a favor but it wasn’t me. As I said, I never met the man.”

Puzzled, I went over to my seat and sat down. I was sure Professor Grant had said he knew Mr. Jacobs, or at least he implied it. Maybe I had just misunderstood him.

The lab was fairly straight forward that day. Charles was my lab partner. In a way, I was grateful. He had already been affected by my pheromones and I couldn’t do anything more to him. Several times during the lab I would catch him checking me out, and each time I did he would blush. He even grabbed my arm once or twice on the pretense of trying to get my attention. But you don’t squeeze someone like that if you’re just trying to get their attention.

At one point during the class, I heard Veronica whisper my name. She and her lab partner were right behind us. I turned around and she flicked her tongue at me. The implication was clear. If she was that skilled with her fingers, imagine what she could do with her tongue. It sent shivers up my spine.

Toward the end of the period, a kid came in with a note from the office. They wanted to see me straight after class. I was a little nervous. I think most kids are when they get a note like that. I spent the rest of the class trying to figure out what it could possibly be about. Had I somehow been discovered? Did someone actually see what Veronica, Charles and I had been doing in Calculus? All kinds of worse case scenarios flooded through my mind.

After the class ended, I didn’t get ten feet down the corridor before somebody stopped me. It was Jake Swartz. Jake was one of Joe’s friends. He wanted to know if I had really been there.

“Where?” I asked. Then I found out what the note was about.

Sometime after I left the weight room, a PE teacher had discovered the fight. He had tried to break it up and wound up with a couple of cracked ribs and a broken leg for his trouble. Eight of the jocks had been hospitalized and the rest of them had been suspended indefinitely. No one was sure what had caused the fight. Steroid abuse was suspected. The entire team was under investigation and the rest of the season put on hold. It might even be canceled. Locked up in a double Biology, I had missed all the excitement which apparently included several police cars and ambulances.

And somehow word had leaked out that I had been in the weight room when the fight had started.

I told Jake that yes, I had been there but no, I didn’t know what had caused the fight. Except, I did. I had caused the fight, me and my genetically enhanced pheromones. I felt horrible. I had single handedly destroyed the football team. I was a danger to the entire school. Even poor Jake, as he stood there telling me all this, began to shift from leg to leg. His eyes flitted up and down my body. He started to turn a little red and to sweat. He looked a little confused and frightened. And as he walked away his stride was jerky enough to indicate he was having some trouble with his third leg.

But before he left, he had asked me about Joe. Apparently my brother had not been into school at all that day. My feelings of guilt were compounding by the minute.

As I made my way to the office, I tired to think what I could tell them. I didn’t think, “Sorry, sir, but I’m going through a second puberty and my pheromones got away from me,” was going to work. I guessed I’d have to stick with playing dumb. It was a role I was getting a lot of practice in, because I kept getting stopped by kids who wanted to know what had happened; and each and every one of them walked away a little breathless.

When I got to the office, I was a somewhat startled to see that there were two policemen still there. They immediately stood up when I walked in, asked me my name and then followed me into the Principal’s office.

They introduced themselves as Officer’s Quinn and Murkowski and explained they were conducting an ongoing investigation. Someone had been illegally smuggling pharmaceutical grade steroids and growth hormones into the country and had been selling them to local high school kids. They wanted to know if I’d seen any of the football players with any kind of drug paraphernalia. I hadn’t. They knew I tutored Geoff and asked if I had ever seen him with any. I hadn’t.

Then they asked me about the fight.

“Did you see who started it?” asked Officer Quinn.

It was Zach. “No, sir,” I said.

“What were you doing down there in the first place?”

My muscles have started growing spontaneously and I wanted to see how strong I was getting. “I wanted to learn to work out,” I said.

“And the football players were ok with this?”

“At first they laughed at me but then they decided to help me out.” Yeah. After a sizable dose of my pheromones practically drugged them.

“What were you doing when the fight started?”

“They were helping me with the bench press.”

“What do you remember?”

“Not much. One of them called another one a dick and then the punches started flying?”

“Do you remember who did the name calling?

Greg Petersen. “No, I didn’t see.”

“What did you do after the fight started?”

“I got out of there.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“I didn’t know it’d be that bad.”

The two cops looked at each other shrugged and turned back to me. “Ok, you can go.”

I turned to Principal Stoddard and was shocked to find him beat red, sweating and shifting around uncomfortably in his chair. I’d claimed another victim. But the cops seemed ok.

“Mr. Stoddard,” I said, “would it be alright if I went home for the last couple of periods. I don’t really think I could concentrate anymore today.” And if I stay any longer there might be riots.

“Yes, I think that’d be all right,” he said, tugging at his collar. “I’ll call your parents.”

As I left the office, I wondered if I should have told them that I had started the fight. After all, I practically had. But they would never have believed it.

When I got home I found my father waiting for me. Apparently he had come straight home after the principal’s office had called him. He was very concerned. The fight had made the news, and when he had heard that I was somehow involved, he was instantly worried.

The first thing he did was look me over and make sure I wasn’t injured. I kept telling him I left before the worst of it but he wasn’t satisfied until he’d seen for himself. He told me to pull my shirt off and I saw the look of surprise as he saw my new build.

“Those changes are coming pretty fast,” he said.

“Tell me about it,” I replied.

Then he wanted to know everything that had happened and I told him; starting with yesterday at Geoff’s, the call from Professor Grant, right down to the fight and my interview with the police. I left out the whole incident with the Brain Trust, though. There are some things you just don’t share with your parents no matter how close you are. And I didn’t tell him about Joe either.

“It’s all my fault,” I finished. “How can I ever go back to school, now?”

My dad looked at me for minute and just shook his head. “Hiding isn’t going to solve your problems,” he said.

“But if I go back, there will only be more violence.”

“Not necessarily. Not everyone you met was violent or… forward.”

“No,” I agreed. It hadn’t been everyone.

“Look at your friend, Geoff. He stopped himself.”

“Yeah, but Professor Grant said next time he wouldn’t be able to.”

“Yes. Professor Grant,” said my dad, looking grave. “There’s something I should tell you about him.”

“What?”

“I called Stanford to speak with him today, but they had never heard of him. There is no Professor Grant at Stanford.”

“But I just talked to him today.”

“Do you have his number?”

“No, he called me.” Then it hit me. “I never gave him my cell number.” And my parents, since we were underage, had insisted that my brother, my sister and I keep our numbers unlisted.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I don’t know. But if he ever calls you again, let me know right away.”

“He better call me again. If he doesn’t come up with some kind of antidote, I’ll never be able to go back to school.”

“Come on, you have to go back to school.”

“Why? What if there’s a riot? What it somebody dies because of me?”

“That fight was not your fault.”

“Yes, it was my fault, me and my killer pheromones.”

“Let me try and explain this to you,” he said rubbing his temples. “If you walk into a store and see a very expensive watch, one that you really like but can’t really afford, what would you do.”

“I don’t know. If I couldn’t afford it, I guess I’d just take a good look at it and move on.”

“That’s one solution, but there are lots of others. A person could buy it on credit and hope he finds a way to pay for it later. They could go home, save their money and come back later and buy it, or they could simply smash the case, grab the watch and run.”

“I don’t see what you’re getting at.”

“If someone steels the watch, is it the watches fault?”

“Of course not.”

“That’s right. You see, son, no matter how attractive you may be to other people; they still have the free will to choose how they will act on that attraction. You are not responsible for their choices. Trying to assume that burden is wrong. It is self-destructive. And I won’t allow it.”

I sat there speechless. Suddenly I was five years old again with a cut knee and he was bandaging it, telling me everything would be ok.

“Now, I’m sure those boys on the football team get into fights all the time.”

I nodded. They did. Maybe nothing this big, but they did.

“And there might be a few funny walks in the high school corridors, but then I’m sure there’s never been a shortage of those.”

No. He was right there, too.

“So, what’s all the fuss about? Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and get on with life. I have a feeling its about to get a lot more interesting.”

I leaned over and gave my dad a hug, something, at seventeen, I rarely did anymore. “Thanks dad.”

“That’s ok. Now I think you should go upstairs and see your brother. You really need to tell him about the pheromones. But break it to him gently. He’s always been a little sensitive.”

“You know about Joe?”

“We’ve always known about Joe.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll talk to Joe but can I get something to eat first?” Now that the crisis had passed, I realized that I hadn’t had any lunch and I was starved.

My dad wasn’t much of a cook, but he heated up some soup and I made the sandwiches. We called for Joe to come join us, but there wasn’t any answer.

“You sure he’s up there?” I asked.

“He’s up there, alright,” my dad said.

I ate about four sandwiches and two whole cans of soup before I was ready to face my brother. I climbed the stairs, slowly. I didn’t really know what to expect from Joe. When I got to our room, the door was closed. I knocked. I don’t know why. It was my room, too. I’d never knocked before. But this time I did.

“Yeah?” I heard from the other side of the door.

“It’s me,” I said entering.

Joe was lying on top of his bed, stark naked and staring at the ceiling. “Did you know,” he began, just talking to the ceiling, “that guys reach their sexual peek at seventeen?”

Actually, I did know that. Most seventeen-year-olds did. “Yeah.”

“At that age, we’re supposed to be able to go all day and all night, without stopping.”

I started to get worried about where this was going.

“I’m only sixteen,” he said. “I think I peeked early.”

I suddenly really wanted a drink of water. I put my hand on the bathroom door knob.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.”

I took my hand off the door knob.

“The natural angle makes it really hard to hit the toilet bowl.”

I had to think for a second before I got it. Then I pulled my hand well away from the door knob.

“Dude, the shower would have been a far better choice.”

“Yeah, I worked that out. … after a while.”

“You going to clean that up?”

“In a minute. I thought I should tell you; I’m going to call a family meeting tonight.”

“Oh yeah? Why”

“I’m in love with you.”

I guess I should have expected that.

“No, Bro. No, you’re not. It’s just my genetically enhanced pheromones messing with your biochemistry.”

He turned to look at me. “No, it’s love.”

“No, it’s not. It just seems like it. I heard from Professor Grant today. He amped up my pheromones to make me irresistible. But he’s working on a treatment for me. And soon, you won’t feel this way anymore.”

“Yes, I will. You can’t cure love.”

“Will you stop saying that? You don’t love me!”

“I think you’ve got that backwards.”

That took the wind out of my sails. “No, bro, of course I love you. I love you like a b—” I had to stop myself. I was about to hand Joe the exact same line eight different girls had handed me at one time or another and I knew from experience that it didn’t help at all. Of course, in this case he actually happened to be my brother.

“That’s okay,” he said. “I understand. How can I compete with Geoff?”

Geoff! I completely forgot. I was supposed to tutor him this afternoon. I looked at my watch. If I left now I could just make it. I turned and started out the door.

“Wait. Where are you going?” called Joe.

“To Geoff’s,” I called back.

“Of course you are,” he sighed.

The sooner Professor Grant came up with that stuff, the better.

As I peddled like a mad man to get to Geoff’s on time, it suddenly struck me exactly what I’d be walking into. The football team was pretty much Geoff’s life, and now it was in ruins. I had had a part in that. The jocks might not have told the cops what happened but I was pretty sure Geoff knew by now. He might be mad, really mad. Maybe I shouldn’t go.

But then I realized what my dad said was right. Hiding wasn’t going to solve anything. Sooner or later, I was going to run into Geoff. I guessed I’d rather have it sooner. Then, of course, there was the Pheromone thing. I figured he might either try to fuck me, or break my neck. Maybe both.

I must have been really nervous because as I approached his front door, I found myself really out of breath; I mean more than was usual for that short of a bike ride. I rang the bell, the door opened, and for a minute I didn’t know who the hell was standing there. I only knew he was big and all beat up. The left side of his face was all swollen and bruised and bandaged and his arm was in a sling; and that was all the damage that was visible. From the way he held himself, I knew he had to be really hurting all over. Then I realized. Oh my God, it was Greg Petersen.

He looked down at me, his face unreadable under all the swelling. “It’s him,” he called over his shoulder. His voice was a little garbled, the way it is when you get back from the dentist. He stood aside and I walked past him into the house.

Geoff was sitting on the sofa looking pretty serious. He patted the cushion next to him. “Come here, have a seat.” Was it my imagination or was it a little warm in there? Greg followed me into the room. If I were the paranoid type, I might think he was positioning himself to block any escape attempt I might make. Good thing I’m not the paranoid type.

“I heard what you did today,” he started as I sat down. “And I want you to know I’m not going to forget it.”

I swallowed hard. It was hot in here.

“Lying to the cops took a lot of guts,” he continued, “but if you hadn’t, we’d all be fucked.”

“What?”

“If you had actually ratted me and Zach out,” said Greg. “We’d’ve been arrested and charged and any chance of a football scholarship would have gone down the crapper. We owe you, dude.”

I couldn’t think of what to say. It’s kind of strange to admit it, but lying to the cops had seemed second nature. I never even considered telling them who had started the fight. I’m not sure why, I just didn’t. “Forget it,” I said.

“No, I can’t forget it and after we were such fucking dicks to you, too. I want you to know that any time you want to come down to the weight room, I will personally put together a program for you and run you through all the exercises. And I’ll make sure nobody messes with you ever again.”

“But I thought you guys were suspended…”

“That won’t last,” said Geoff. “Once this steroid investigation is over, the coach will pull a few strings and everything will be back to normal. We’ll have a few players on the injured list, but that’s not too unusual.”

“You mean if they don’t find anything,” I said.

“My team is not on roids,” he said. “Our beef is one hundred percent grade A natural.” Then he flexed. Jeeze, his arms were big. For some reason, I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. He noticed.

“Greg,” he said, “I think its time you took off. I need a little time with my tutor.”

“Sure,” he said. He reached out and shook my hand, even though it obviously hurt him to do it. Then he turned and left.

The whole incident must have affected me worse than I thought. I was breathing kind of hard and I had started to sweat. Geoff noticed that too.

“Jeeze, are you okay? I hope we didn’t scare you.”

“No, I’m ok.”

“You want something to drink, some Poweraid or something?”

“Sure, thanks.” He jogged off to the kitchen. Why did he keep it so hot in here? He was back in flash with a glass. I took it from him and downed it in three gulps.

“You must have really needed that. You want some more?” I nodded and he took off back for the kitchen. This time he came back with the bottle. I finished it off pretty quick.

“Jeeze,” he said, “I’d offer you more but I think we’re out.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “We’d better get started.”

“What? Oh, you mean with physics.”

Fuck, I was hot. And I was sweating like a pig. It was as if all that Poweraid had bypassed my stomach and gone straight out through my pores.

“Dude, are you sure you’re feeling well enough for this?”

“I’m fine. I’m just a little hot, that’s all.” Fuck, I was burning up. I began to tug at my collar. Sweat stains were appearing all over my shirt. I couldn’t stand it anymore and I pulled it off.

Geoff stared at me; I was covered in sweat and breathing hard. “Dude, if I didn’t know better,” he said, “I’d say you’d bulked up a little since yesterday.” And under his sweats I could see something stirring.

“If you weren’t fuckin sick…” he said.

“I’m not sick,” I said, starting to guess what was happening. “But maybe I’d better go home.” I tried to stand up but I was too dizzy. Suddenly, I realized I wasn’t going anywhere. Whatever was going to happen, was going to happen right here.

“I’m calling 911,” said Geoff.

“No!” I cried. “It’s going to pass. Just let me ride it out.” And then the heat became fire and the fire became ecstasy. I got lost in that feeling—that fucking feeling—running all the way through me. Orgasm was a pale shadow compared to it. I lay there on the sofa gasping and writhing, my whole body an eruption of pleasure, and I let out a low moan.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on here,” said Geoff, “but whatever it is, you’re getting off on it.”

“Fuck, yeah!” I screamed. I don’t think I meant to scream but that’s how it came out.

In an instant, Geoff had dropped his sweats and pulled off his shirt. He was standing there naked with his dick in his hand. He had one hell of a piece of meat on him and that sucker was pointing straight up. He stood there rubbing his juices all over it and stroking it as he watched me, shirtless and sweaty, tossing around on his sofa.

My blood began to boil and I began to feel the exquisite sensation of it rushing into my muscles, engorging them and forcing them to swell up hard.

“Holy fuck,” whispered Geoff. “You’re getting bigger.” And then he gasped and a fountain erupted from his dick, issuing forth in ten or twelve spasmodic bursts.

And what he said was true. I could feel it was true. All over me there was a tightening of skin and a shifting of bone as my body made way for expanding rock hard mounds of flesh, that were changing shape as they steadily increased in mass. The sense of new strength surging through me along with the ecstasy of growth was almost too much for me to take. If it didn’t stop soon, I knew I’d pass out.

But then it eased, and faded, and was quickly gone. And I wished it would come back.

I sat up and looked at Geoff just in time to see the second cuming.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, when his orgasm subsided. “What the hell was it?”

I guess I pretty much had to tell him. I didn’t go into detail or anything. I didn’t say anything about pheromones, or the Brain Trust, or horny little brothers; I just stuck to the basics. I was genetically engineer and going through a second puberty.

“I don’t fuckin believe it. I saw it, and I still don’t fuckin believe it. I’m seeing it now,” he said gesturing toward my naked upper body,” and I still don’t fuckin believe it. Dude, how big are you going to get?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied. And now that he mentioned it, that was a pretty basic question to ask, and I couldn’t think why I never asked it.

“Dude you should see yourself,” he said. “Come here.” He stood up and I stood up after him. I guess I should have been unsteady on my feet after what I had just gone through, but the reverse was true. I felt a new control over my legs that I’d never known before. It was almost as if I had been unsteady on my feet for my entire life before this moment and just never realized it. And now, for the first time, I was experiencing what it was like to have two solid legs beneath me.

“Jeeze, I think you got taller, too.”

I looked around and I did feel a slight disorientation, like I was standing on a book or something. I had the distinct impression that if I took a step forward, I would step off it and return to my normal perspective. Of course, nothing like that happened.

Geoff pulled his sweats back on and led me up to the second floor, to a bathroom just off the landing. It was huge and one entire wall was a mirror. As I walked in I gasped. My new body was as different to the old one as the old one had been to the original. I no longer looked simply fit. My arms and shoulders had thickened. The muscles did not look quite so graceful, but they had a certain heaviness to them; it gave my arms a more powerful look. My chest had bulged out somewhat and my stomach was no longer merely defined, it was cut.

“Holy crap!” I said. And I got a little stiff.

“What did I tell you?” grinned Geoff.

I looked over at his shirtless reflection standing next to mine and I was reminded of the huge difference that still lay between us. I may have bulked up a little but he still absolutely outclassed me in every area. I was like a porpoise standing next to a killer whale.

He followed my glance, smiled and flexed his right arm for me. Jesus, what a monster arm he had.

“You want to feel it?” he asked? “Come on, you know you do.”

I hesitated. I did want to feel it, but I didn’t know where that would lead.

“It’s ok,” he said, sensing my hesitation. “No strings attached. Go ahead.”

I reached out my hand and grabbed hold of it. It was warm and hard and round. I squeezed it but there was no give. What was this guy made of? As I ran my fingers around it, I thought about all the power it had and my stiffness increased.

“Ok, my turn,” he said. I looked up at him, clearly not understanding.

“Flex for me.” After a brief hesitation, I did, and was amazed to see a good sized bicep bulge and peak on my upper arm. It was unreal for me to think that that was now my arm.

“Whoa, look at that peak you’ve got going there. If we were high enough up, that thing would have snow on it.”

I may have a little peak but he had the freakin’ Rock of Gibraltar.

Geoff reached over and squeezed my bicep. It didn’t give either. I realized now I had a bit of that power in my arm, too. I went from stiff to fully erect in under a second. And, looking down at the bulge in my pants, I realized I was pretty obvious.

I pulled my arm away from Geoff and relaxed it, trying to think of something cold and nasty to take the charge out of my bang stick.

“Dude, why are you holding back?”

“I don’t want to mess my pants.”

“So, drop ‘em. We’re in a bathroom: mirrored wall, tiled floor. Go ahead. Let loose.”

He grabbed my upper arm again and squeezed it hard. I flexed instinctively, and the feel of my granite-hard muscle expanding and preventing his hand from closing further, in fact forcing his powerful fingers slightly apart, brought my dick to critical mass. I was going to blow. There was no stopping it now.

In one move, I dropped both my pants and boxers. Not a second too soon. Another instant and they would have been caught in the deluge. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. When it was over, the pleasure was quickly replaced by embarrassment and confusion. I found myself standing there, naked except for the pants around my ankles, looking at the mess I’d just made on Geoff’s bathroom mirror. I wiped myself with some toilet paper and pulled my pants back up. “I’ve got to go now.”

“Why?” he asked.

“I just do.”

“What about physics?”

“You want to study physics?”

“Not really, but I have to. I’ve still got that test next week. You’re not going to let me fail are you?” I felt a strong urge to get out of there. The entire episode had confused me and I wanted to be alone to think about it. But Geoff needed me, and I did have an obligation to him.

“I guess I couldn’t let you fail.”

“Cool. Let’s do it.”

Of course, there were a couple of messes that needed to be cleaned up first. But when we were done, we actually began to study physics.

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