Terone Test 05 Pt 02

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Terone Test 05 Pt. 01

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Volume Two

Chapter One

Lugma was looking through the microscope. That sperm sample that they gave her was supposed to have other aims, but she had been able to keep a little bit from it so she could do some more investigations and tests. She had the feeling that she could find something new after all these years.

In fact, she had found that the spermatozoon were much bigger than they were in other sperm samples, but this wasn't worth all the effort she had made with the project she was in. She had to found something, and she knew it would be soon.

Grabbing a drop of the stabilized sample, she put it in a microscope slide.

"C'mon, little babies, show me something I want to see..." she whispered to the sample.

She grabbed one of the ovule samples next to her and put it mixed with the sperm onto the microscope slide, ready to add the activation enzyme. Before she could do anything else, though, her eyes went wide.

"What the..." she said, "Are they... attacking the ovule?"

The spermatozoon were all going to the ovule, though they shouldn't as it had not been activated yet, but they weren't trying to enter on it. They were working all together to kill it.

Astonished as she was, she hit the table which made one of the funnels to fall aside, hitting the Bunsen burner which ended with the flame pointing to the sperm samples on the test-tube rack.

"Shit! No, no, no, no, please, please, please..." she said, while trying to grab the Bunsen burner and put it aside. But the last two test-tubes with samples had already burned.

"Oh... no... please... c'mon... I can't bel..." she stopped the sentence all of a sudden. She looked at the samples' content spread on the table, where they should be now burned and clearly unusable. However, they did not had any sign of damage.

She put closer to her eyes her big glasses so she could look at it better, and grabbed a microscope slider and a dropper to put into it some of that sample. She looked at it on the microscope.

* * *

The phone rang.

"Kilinger here," he said when he answered the phone. "Yes... okay, I will be there in a minute," and he left her office.

* * *

"What is it, Lugma? What have you found?" asked Dr. Kilinger when he arrived to the laboratory.

"You won't believe it, doctor! The sperm is mutating!"

"Lugma, we have injected an experimental serum to that poor kid, it's kind of normal that his sperm has mutated. Even, I would say..." but she raised her hand so he shut up.

"Doctor, I haven't said that it has mutated. What I am telling you is that it IS mutating!" Her eyes went wide and brighter as she kept talking. "I accidentally burned the last samples of the sperm with the Bunsen..."

"You did WHAT?" doctor yelled at her.

"Listen! But it's alright! The sperm has mutated to prevent any harm from the fire! Look at it!"

Lugma moved aside so Kilinger could watch through the microscope. The spermatozoon were bigger than any other he had seen until then, but aside from it, it appeared to be normal. Then, a yellowish light appeared from the left top side of his sight. Lugma had stricken a lighter and had put it next to the sample. The spermatozoon started to change.

Some of them were moving slowly until they stopped from moving, but most of them started to show what it seemed to be a layer of some unknown substance and kept moving, unaffected by the heat. Suddenly, the lighter was taken away. Dr. Kilinger looked at Lugma.

"So... they are resistant to high temperatures... it's somewhat interesting..."

"Keep watching, doctor... keep watching..."

He did as she ordered and, then, the ending of a metallic dropper appeared on sight, letting fall a drop of a substance.

"It's acid, doctor. Not with a high concentration, but enough to cause some first-degree burns on human skin."

The spermatozoon changed their colour and the layer that covered them changed the texture, being now more wrinkled, and none of them was harmed that time.

"It's not resistence what we are seeing, doctor. It's the capability of changing their form, mutating their DNA on demand to survive. We are talking about voluntary DNA mutation."

Chapter Two: Tina

It was 16:00 on the afternoon when I got back home from

going shopping

. I heard from a friend of mine - a mother of one of Chris' friends - of the existence of what they were called

Ben Wa balls

. They were supposed to be hold inside a woman's vagina and they produced a slight pleasure on her. Maybe if I used them to release my body and lust every now and then, I could control myself a little bit more in that aspect.

I went to the kitchen first to see if Chris had already had lunch and to put the spices on the drawer - I had to fake my alibi. The plastic bag made a noise, which mixed with the low volume that came from the switched on TV on the dining room.

The strainer was almost empty - in fact, I was surprised of how much he had eaten - but I could have guessed he had had lunch by the look of the kitchen itself. Clean when I left, dirty when I came back. Somehow, I was not surprised.

"Have you had good lunch, babe?" I yelled to the void, hoping that Chris would answer me from the sofa. But all I heard was silence. "Chris...?" I said again, this time lower, while I went to the dining room. Chris was lying on the sofa, with his eyes closed.

He seemed to be dreaming so peacefully, but I found something strange in his face. It was more like... grown up? I found it to be slightly more squared and slim, and her beard, which he always tried to have shaved but slightly visible, seemed more dense than days ago. Her arms, too, seemed bigger and stronger, and he had lost weight for sure. Maybe the serum had this side effects? I went to turn off the TV so he could rest without any annoyance. "Maybe I should tell him about it..." I thought with my sight lost on the room wall behind the TV.

I looked at Chris, behind me, and smiled. Every day he was more like his father. He was growing up. I approached to him and kneeled so I could kiss his forehead.

"Have a peaceful dream, babe," I whispered him, and kissed his forehead again. Suddenly, I saw something moving to my left.

I kept watching to the corridor, waiting to see if I saw it again, but nothing happened. Then, something moved again. It was Chris' trousers.

The silhouette of his member, resting - and yet visible - upon her left thigh, started to grow slowly bigger step by step, pulse by pulse. It was so big, and it was still soft... My heart started to go faster, at the pace of his growing dick which was making his trousers to go smaller every second, and my pussy was starting to twitch.

"Leave," I told myself, but none of my muscles responded. I was paralyzed, amused by that monster that was getting closer to me and was getting bigger inch by inch. His trousers were almost crying to let go the pain they were suffering from, with his cock pushing to his left side, trying to go up but finding his way blocked by the clothings.

My heart was racing at that moment, and I felt how my bottom clothes were starting to leak drops of my cunt's lubrication. I saw my hands moving by themselves towards his cock's silhouette, shaking, being unable to stop them.

"What am I doing? Stop!" I cried to myself, but I could not do anything.

I grabbed the trousers' top elastic band and opened it by the part where the beast was caught. And it finally came free. His enormous almost erect cock moved fast to escape from the prison, pointing towards me, its tip at a few inches from me and with a precum drop slowly growing and falling. I could feel my pussy pulsating, literally, opening and closing so it could swallow all of that massive thing in front of me.

"I gotta go from here... I gotta... I..."

My body was aching in desire to feel its veins rubbing my inner walls and its tip spitting all that cum inside of me. Without noticing, my mouth was opened all of a sudden, breathing fast, with my tongue out, knowing what was about to happen and hoping for Chris not to wake up.

I could feel the heat coming from that piece of meat, waiting for someone to play with, calling my name to release its tension. With every breath I took, I felt more and more turned on, like if I was breathing pure hormones. We were alone. Me, Chris, and his delicious and so well formed cock.

One of my hand went directly to my top and stretched it, making it bigger to let my breasts leave, and started to pinch both of my nipples. With each of them, my clothings got more wet, so wet that I could feel the drops starting to caress my inner thighs. And his cock was still there, watching me, pulsating and still growing bigger, making a semi arch with its ending point at the height of his chest, no more than four inches away from me and my mouth... and my thirsty tongue. No more than three inches away... no more than two... no more than... than...

My whole tongue slowly licked his enormous tip, noticing the drops of precum leaving from its hole. It was so hard it seemed about to explode, but it was so soft too, like if every possible wrinkle the skin could have, had been filled with all the blood of his body... it was so smooth.

I felt how it responded with a subtle spasm, knowing I was there for her, for his dick, knowing I'd play with her for as much as she would want. I licked it again, enjoying every part of it that my tongue savored, knowing it liked it. It moved, making another spasm, reaching its maximum length and girth - I guessed - and, with it, every hesitation I had on my mind went away, like if someone had removed all of my shames and restraints.

My hand went desperate to - or try to - grab his whole member, but I could only make less than a semi circumference with it, so I used the other hand too and started to stroke it softly but fiercely, licking its tip at the same time as if it were an ice cream melting, fast not to lose a drop, like a kitten who drinks fast its milk on the bowl. I could not open my mouth enough to be able to fit that monster inside me, but no one was going to deprive me from my reward.

I felt my head going numb, my legs shaking and my body begging for oxygen as my pussy started to spasm, almost hurting, and with every spasm I felt how it made bigger and then smaller, letting jets of cum to the floor so quick through my panties, one after another, with almost no pause between them.

I was so concentrated on what I had in front of me, however, that I barely paused a second from licking before starting again. I was feeling so much pleasure right now, and my mind was between my thighs, but I wanted his cum more than anything in my life and I could not be distracted, even if this

distraction

was my own pleasure.

I spit three times on his cock to lubricate it and sealed my lips all around his pee hole while I kept stroking his so-hard dick, this time faster and harder. I was still feeling the orgasm, and the floor was already all wet. Every second that passed, it was more wet with every pulsating jet of my cum my cunt was spitting.

Then, I felt how his cock spit a big stream of cum - or what it would have been on any other man - and started to fill my mouth, jet by jet, thick as only he could do it, hot as only he could make it... and I heard how he said something.

My heart froze. My hands stopped from moving. My eyes went directly to his face as I had to swallow a little from his precum so it would not drip all over his chest and wake him up, and then, with everything quiet, my mind started to notice what was happening near my hips.

My eyes went blank as I felt the last spasms hit my body and my mind. My lips, still sealed around his cock's tip, helped to hide the sound of my moans, but my legs were opening wide with each spasm that shook my hips. I had to let go his member and close my mouth so I could get all of his precious cum still inside and, as I did so, my labia started to hit the cold wet floor with each contraction.

Finally, it started to calm and, shaking and trying not to slip, I got up on my feet, numb and disoriented. Tumbling, I started to walk through the corridor, trying to go as fast as I could to my room, upstairs, before Chris could get up and see me. I felt how my thighs were still wet, with drops of my own fluids caressing my skin, and my boobs, out of the clothings, bounced up and down with every step I took.

Finally, I got to my room and closed the door behind me, letting my body rest sit on the floor blocking the door, as I looked at the ceiling. I undressed my upper body clothes and threw them to the floor, far from me. I closed my eyes and breathed deep in and out, to recover my conscience.

I opened eyes, then, and caressed my lips with my fingers. Slightly opening my mouth, I let a small part of the precum fall from it, touching my fingers and sliding through my hand to finally fall on my body, caressing my neck and going directly to my boobs, touching both of theme as their curves forced the fluids on the only way possible, going over my belly and finding my skirt borders.

I unbuttoned it and opened again my mouth to let go more of the liquid, as I grabbed my hand and caressed all the way from my belly button to my pussy, guiding the cum to where it had to be: rubbing my clit with the help of my fingers.

Chapter Three: Chris

I opened my eyes suddenly, scared of what I heard - or what I thought I heard. I was on the dining room's sofa, and my cock was out of my trousers, flaccid and resting on my belly, curved and touching the sofa with the tip, which was wet and left a puddle of precum on the fabric. Every time I looked at it, I had the feeling it was growing bigger.

"Shit, if my mom is home she has seen it for sure," I thought while I hid it again inside the clothes. "Mom?" I yelled. No one made a sound.

I stood up and put my feet on the ground. Cold and wet. I looked down and saw everything made a mess. Maybe I had cum on my dreams? But this was not as thick as my cum... it was more like the squirt Pauline shot that morning. "I'll better clean it up to avoid problems..." I thought.

* * *

It was 20:00 on the afternoon when my mom came from upstairs. I was watching the TV and I had finished cleaning the mess a while ago.

"Hello, sweetie! Have you had a nice rest?" she asked me.

"Yeah, mom! I fell asleep as soon as I touched the sofa, and I've woken up an hour ago or so. How are you?"

She seemed to look at the floor, as if she was searching for something.

"Mom? Can I help you?"

"Oh, no sweetie, I just... have lost my earrings and I was searching for them!"

"Those earrings you have on your ears, you mean?"

"Oh!" she touched her ears with both hands, "Oh, yes! Here they are! I must be asleep yet!" she said, with a smile on her face. At that moment, her arms made her tits to make an awesome cleavage. She was wearing a light blue nightdress which was so thin that I could see her nipples through it.

"Mom, aren't you a little... I mean, it's cold, isn't it?" I said to her, pointing with my eyes at her erect nipples. I started to feel how my cock was responding.

"Ok, enough," I thought to myself. "I have to leave and go to sleep now or I will have another boner and my mom will see it without any doubt."

"Mom, I'm tired. I think I will go to my room to sleep already..."

"But Chris, you've been sleeping all the afternoon!"

"I know, but I'm still tired... have a good night, mom."

"okay... I guess... Have a good night, babe..."

I started to walk the corridor to get to the stairs as fast as I could trying to hide my every-second-larger cock. When I made to the first stair, the voice of my mother sounded again.

"Chris, babe, are you sure you are okay? Do you want me to bring anything to your room for dinner? You can have dinner there, if you need to."

"Thanks, mom, but I will be alright. It's just I'm still tired and need to rest a little." My cock was starting to hurt and my right hand was forcing it to stay down. I needed my bed and my cock set free or my pants would explode. "Have a good night, mom!" I yelled as I went up the stairs.

Once upstairs I took off my hand from my dick, as now nobody could see me, and headed right to my bedroom door. My pants flew to a corner of the room when I came in, and my dick bounced up and down, hard rock but still bent down because of its weight at the tip. I felt the urge to make it explode, to make it spit all of whatever was inside of it, no matter what or where, but I knew what would happen right after that.

I looked at it, forcing myself to calm down, and it responded with the sight of a big precum drop forming on its big tip, letting it trickle down across its thick shaft once it was too heavy to keep it in place. My heart was racing and my body was telling me to grab that thing and stroke it until the ecstasy and the end of my forces, but I had to control it.

I could go the bathroom but I didn't want it either. I couldn't let my body control my thoughts and my actions. It was me who had to take control of every situation, not my instincts.

Then, I got to the bed and laid down to try to relax myself and even to sleep, if I could. My cock was rock hard, reaching the height of my chest, curved down by its weight making my skin to be in contact with its whole tip, which was entirely resting upon my body. I could feel how heavy it was, and couldn't tell if it was from how much it had grown or because of all the fluids it wanted to set free, but it made even more difficult to avoid the thought of it.

I started to control my breath, every inhalation and exhalation; I closed my eyes and thought about the days I had been at home, about the exam I had skipped and my friends which, now I thought, none of them had come to see me. I felt now how hungry I was.

I felt how my body was still burning - more than a few minutes ago - but my cock was starting to calm down, resting on my stomach, almost reaching my chest, falling to my right side and letting its heavy tip rest on the bed sheets, which would end up wet, for sure, in a few moments. However, my temperature was as hot as minutes ago. What the heck? I felt like I was boiling...

Suddenly, my head started to go numb, I felt how sweat drops were falling and were soaking my sheets. I tried to get up, but the fatigue came so fast that it made me unable to move and, slowly, I fell in a deep, deep dream.

* * *

"... in the hospital. His constants are good, but it's strange he hasn't responded in so much time. I will call my colleagues and we will take him to our..."

"Chris!! You are awake!", the voice of my mom was echoing inside my mind. I looked at her, confused.

"Why are you so impressed? I wake every day..." but then, I looked at the man on her side. It had a stethoscope hanging from his neck. "Are you... a doctor? What... what is happening here?", I nervously asked. When I finished my question, I noticed that my voice was a little bit different, a little bit deeper.