Chapter 2 Connecting the Dots
Alan and his parents arrived home, and his mom heated some leftover chicken for dinner. There was little conversation at the dinner table. Alan's grandfather was deteriorating rapidly. The doctor had spoken to them while his grandfather was sleeping, telling him that Alan's grandfather had told the medical team in the CCU that he did not want any heroic measures taken to prolong his life, and by the doctor's estimation the end could come anytime from within a few hours to a few days. After dinner Alan's mother sat on the couch and began to cry softly. His dad sat down next to her and held her, and he could see that they were rocking forward and back, at a slow pace. His mom was taking this very hard. Her mother, too, had died a lingering death, of cancer, even before Alan was born, and the emotional toll of now watching her dad slip away was trying on her. Alan sat down on the other side of her and took her hand in his, and this seemed to brighten her spirits. She came out of her shell a bit, turned to him and kissed him on the cheek, tousling his hair. She smiled at him, and took a deep breath. He was glad he could be a comfort to his mom.
Alan's dad rose to answer the phone, and his mom put her arm around his shoulder. They sat quietly for a few minutes. "So," his mom asked, "how was school today?" Alan started to turn a little pink, but his mom was looking straight ahead, and didn't notice. Alan told her it was just another regular day, a short smile forming on his lips.
Later that night Alan was awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He was still shocked about the day's events. His life had taken a strange turn, not a bad one to be sure, but strange nonetheless. Some of what had happened could be explained. Having sex with an older woman, his teacher even, was unexpected, but not out of the scope of rationality. He peeled the blanket off of him and looked down at his body. The thing he couldn't begin to understand was the sudden growth spurt in his penis. He began to review the day's events in his mind, and was brought up short. Just before Ms. Kelly had taken his penis in her hands he had been worried about it size, but when she touched it, it suddenly grew. Alan got out of bed and turned on his desk lamp, pulling open the drawer to get his ruler. The memory of Ms. Kelly holding his penis was arousing him, and he wanted to measure his cock.
He pumped it in his fist a few times, and it began to grow to full length. With his left hand he place the edge of the ruler at the base, and saw that his erection measured nine inches. He was dumbfounded. Getting back into bed he thought back again to the tryst with Ms. Kelly and suddenly it hit him. That buzzing sensation, that was the key. He first felt it in the hospital during the strange encounter with the old man, and later, right before Ms. Kelly kissed him during lunch period. Again when he saw her after school, and the kicker, his cock had tingled right before she grasped at it. Whatever was happening to him, that buzzing, tingly, sensation was the common factor. He looked down again at his crotch and imagined his penis before it had grown, and it began tingling again. He watch in astonishment as it reverted back to six inches, and just to be sure, he wanted to measure it. He got out of bed again and stepped towards the desk, reaching for the ruler. When he was about two feet from the desk the ruler levitated and floated into his hand.
Alan was breathing hard now, a little scared by what was happening. He tried to remember what the voice in his head had said when the old man held his forearm. "You have the power to control the actions of others, and more powers will come to you as you develop your skills." The old man had given him something. Some kind of power. He had used it to fuck his teacher. He had used it to make his penis grow. He had used it to summon the ruler from the desk. And he realized he had almost no control. "Develop your skills," the voice had said. Alan went back to bed and concentrated on his penis. It started tingling again, and almost instantly returned to nine inches. He decided to see what else he could do. Going into the bathroom he looked at his hair. It was chestnut brown, like his mom's hair, medium length and a bit messy-bed hair. He closed his eyes for a moment and concentrated. When he opened them his hair was smoothed out, like he had just combed it. He closed his eyes again, and upon opening them he was a blond. Again, and he was completely bald, like Michael Jordan. One last time, and his hair was back to normal.
Looking down at his torso he saw that the long winter, followed by all the time spent sitting in the hospital with his grandfather, had left him about five to ten pounds over his "fighting" weight. Most of Alan's exercise came from bicycling, and he had barely put his ass in the saddle since autumn. Over the winter his parents had given him a car, the old one, when they bought a new model for his mom to use. He hadn't even been biking to school anymore, even when the weather had warmed up.
Thinking about it deeply he closed his eyes and felt his whole body tingle, and when he looked down he saw that he had slimmed down and toned up. He was having fun, and decided to slightly increase the muscle mass of his arms and legs, but his first effort was shaky, leaving him looking like Ah-nuld. "Too freaky," he said to himself, chuckling, and dialed it down considerably. He spent a good hour playing with his body, but in the end he looked almost exactly as he had, though he kept the nine inch dick and the improved muscle tone. Just as he was slipping under the covers, around one in the morning, dad knocked on the door with a grim look. "Alan," his dad started, "It happened. Grandpa Joe is gone. Mom's getting dressed, and we're going over now." Alan began to get dressed, all thoughts of the Seed pushed to the back of his mind.
A few miles away Megan Kelly couldn't sleep. She felt like she was going crazy. "How could I have let that happen?" she asked herself. "I could lose my job, be blacklisted from every school in the country. Everything I have worked for, down the tubes." For some reason it didn't matter to her as much as it should have. She knew in her heart that she was developing real feelings for the boy, and part of her brain was telling her that love was more important than a career in teaching. But for Megan Kelly teaching was a defiant act against the expectations of her upper-class parents. She really didn't need the job to support herself, her family was rich, and she was well provided for up until her recent twenty-fifth birthday by her mom and dad, when the trust left to her in her grandfather's will came under her control. People wouldn't have guessed by her middle-class lifestyle, but her trust contained millions of dollars, almost ten million to be exact. When she began teaching she could sense the unspoken disapproval from her parents. They had expected her to be an upper class wife and mother, Junior League, the right benefit committees, and the rest. They didn't understand why she wanted to work at all, let alone be a teacher.
The men from the funeral home retrieved the body of Grandpa Joe from the hospital, and Alan and his parents watched it disappear around the corner. His dad has his arm around his mother, supporting her, and Alan took the keys from him to get the car and bring it around. The funeral was going to be held the next day, and Alan took his parents home. They needed to sleep. It was almost three in the morning, and they planned to meet the funeral director at ten. On the car ride home Alan's dad told him that he wanted him to stay home from school tomorrow, because he and mom would be out making arrangements, and someone needed to be home to answer the phone.
