Melody of the Hive

"So what is it?" asks Charlie.

"I have no idea, but it's pretty cool."

Tia is a friend of Charlie. They have been together through thick and thin, and right now Tia is showing him an artifact that the college just got delivered to them for study. Tia eyes the strange object up and down, trying to figure out what she is even looking at.

"You're studying history, and you can even figure out what it is this?" Charlie laughs.

"No one can. That's why it's here, so the historical body of the school can find out any clues about it origins. All we know about it so far is that it originated somewhere in the US, meaning it might have been around even before the English discovered the new world."

Charlie nods, following along, he himself is going to music, but even he can't deny that Tia's field of work is incredible. Unlocking the past and finding secrets that none even knew existed. It makes him almost regret not going into history himself.

"Tia, if you ask me, I would say that it almost looks like a music box."

Tia laughs. "Yeah, I guess you're right, it kinda does look like one."

"No I mean... look at it, just look at the little crank underneath it."

Tia turns it over and looks at the bottom of the artifact, and sees a small T-shaped object on the underside."

"Huh, I guess it does look like one."

They pause for a moment, staring at the box as if it would reveal its secrets any second now. The box itself is made of some kind of stone, showing symbols of stars of many different sizes. The most interesting of these markings is that some of the stars have wings and hexagonal patterns on them.

Charles speaks up. "So... what would happen if we tried to twist it?"

"We are not twisting it."

"What? Why not?"

Tia sighs, "If this is legit, then this thing is more than likely nearly 500 years old, it will snap the very second you try to move it."

"Oh come on, I want to know what it sounds like."

"Okay sure, and once you break a priceless artifact, I will make sure I dig my own grave as the school blames me for your dumbassry."

Charlie chuckles. "Yeah, okay, fair enough."

Tia gets up from her seat with a huff.

"Look, I am going to get some tools to help me figure this out. Please don't touch the artifact while I am gone."

"Gotcha don't touch the artifact."

Tia squints at Charlie for a second, before going through the door and leaving. Once the door clicks shut, Charles instantly grabs some gloves and sits down at the table. He picks up the artifact, staring at the potential crank.

"Now I just need to be careful..."

Charles knows that Tia will kill him if he breaks the artifact, but he just can't help himself. He needs to figure out what will happen, what it would be like to discover a secret from a past no one knew existed.

What if it was the discovery of the century?

With a shaky hand he puts his fingers on the crank, it feels like cold metal. He begins to twist the crank as slowly as possible, terrified that he is going to break it, he pushes and pushes until...

Click

He sits there frozen. He hopes to God that was a good sound. He looks at it to make sure it wasn't broken while still holding the crank. Once he is sure that the box is fine he pushes a little harder.

Click Click

It seems to be working! He keeps twisting the crank a little faster now, hearing the sound of the box winding up, he goes until he feels absolutely sure he has reached the limit. While holding it still for a second, he takes a deep breath and let's go of the crank.

A slow melody begins to play from the box which then rapidly gets faster. Charlie stares at the box wide-eyed. He can't believe what he's hearing. The music... it sounds... jazzy, like it has a swing to it, sour notes, the whole package. Yet it's nothing he has ever heard before.

As a musician, Charlie is able to comprehend the sheer impressiveness of the music, its intrinsic diversity in its chords and rhythm, its incredible flow; Everything about is perfect. How could such an ancient artifact be able to produce such music in the first place?

He even begins to tap his foot to the rhythm, feeling the notes slide into his ears, feeling the pulsing of blood rushing through his body, as he continues to listen to the incredible sound. He feels his vision begin to cloud. The more he engages with the music, the more he becomes unaware of reality and his body. He fails to realize that as he listens to the box, his member pulses within his pants.

And just about 2 minutes later, the music begins to slow down, and the song seems to end. Charles snaps out of his haze, contemplating what just happened. He never knew music boxes could have an ending to their songs. He guessed this was just another thing that made it different from the rest.

Right when the box stops playing, he hears the door open and sees Tia walk in.

She looks at Charlie and stares at him as she sees him doing the exact thing that she had told him not to do just a few minutes ago.

Charlie stares at her. He didn't know what to say.

"Uhhhhh."

Tia quietly walks over, grabs the box from Charlie's hands. and examines it for a second.

"Well, at least you had the decency to wear some gloves."

***

Charlie wakes up to the sound of his alarm. It's the morning after he had listened to the music box. And he remembers hearing the music in his dreams.

"Man, what a crazy day yesterday." Charlie says yawning.

Charlie stretches his arms high into the air and then starts to get out of bed, only to see that he has morning wood, nothing unusual, it is normal for him to be horny in the morning, though he can't help but feel like his bulge is a little fuller then usual.

Peeling his underwear back he stares at his cock wide eyed, it's a little bigger! He is sure of it. His dick is usually 6 inches long. He moves it around with his hand to look at it from different angles, checking it making sure that his eyes are not playing tricks on him. But no matter what angle he looks at it, there's no denying it, he's a full inch larger now at 7 inches.

As much as Charlie wants to check out his new equipment, he needs to get to class. Charlie starts to get up from bed and slips his jeans over his boner, feeling the fabric move across his bulge, Charlie blushes, he swears that it feels more sensitive than usual. Once he finishing getting dress he begins to start humming the tune from yesterday before stopping himself.

"That's weird," he says out loud. "Must have gotten the song stuck in my head."

He walks over to the bathroom and starts to brush his teeth, as he does so, he starts absentmindedly humming the song. Again, he stops himself mid brush. Staring at the mirror in confusion, sure memorizing a song for him is not an issue, but to be able to sing every single note with such ease and perfection AND without practice is impressive even for him.

He spits out his toothpaste and looks at himself in the mirror. He decides to test himself by singing the song. Once again, it's perfect. It's like he has rehearsed the whole thing a hundred times. Every single note that he heard yesterday, perfect sung, without mistake. A feat that could impress even talented musicians.

Once Charlie finishes washing up, he heads to the kitchen and begins to make breakfast. As he does so, he starts singing again.

Charlie keeps catching himself singing the song over and over. While he'a making toast, pouring milk, eating yogurt. He starts to feel his throat getting soar, yet he is still not making a single mistake; no voice cracks, no added notes, perfect! perfect! perfect!

This is all starting to freak out Charlie. A part of him feels like something isn't right, yet at the same time, it feels... good to hum the tune, with its vibrant sound and harmony, all of it makes him feel even more in love with the song. He even once in a while brushes a hand over his crotch as he hums the tune.

Trying his best to ignore his emotions, he heads towards the door, slaps himself a couple of times before moving onwards for his classes for the day.

***

Charlie sits in his economy class, bouncing his leg up and down. He can't pay attention to a single word coming out of the professor's mouth, his eyes are focusing on his teacher's heaving chest. He feels his cock grow inside his pants.

Hypnotized by even the slightest jiggles when she moves, he has a wanting to bury his face inside her beautiful sweater puppies.

The music in his head is getting louder, as he starts to think of provocative ideas. He thinks of his professor's breast coiled around his throbbing, hard, big cock. He absentmindedly thrust a little in his seat, quiet enough for no one to notice, save for the two people next to him.

As the lesson continues, so does Charlie's fantasy. He dives deeper and deeper into his mind, thinking about having sex with the professor right here, right now. He thinks about how instead of everyone being shocked or appalled. They join him, creating a massive orgy filled with perversion and debauchery. He turns his head at the group of jocks, thinking about them and their thick, rough cocks, ready to unleash their loads onto and into anyone. He then turns to the females and thinks of their tight, ready-for-use pussies, wishing to penetrate them and fill with enough baby seed to start families.

His imagination runs wild. Suddenly, the story his head goes off the rails. He thinks of people around campus hear about the orgy and deciding to join in themselves. News will spread across, until the entire city becomes a part of it. Slowly but surely, the revelry spreads, until the whole planet can't take it anymore and all at once the human race orgasms.

Spurt

The thoughts become too much. Charlie feels the strain in his pants growing wetter by the second as he feels himself orgasm, cum comes out of his dick like a faucet. The students next to him scoot away looking even more concerned, but luckily Charlie snaps out of it, and puts a hand in his mouth as he feels the euphoric rush pulse through. He cums more and more, trying everything in his power to prevent anyone from seeing hearing the mess that he is forming in his pants. At the same time, the class finishes up and everyone starts to leave.

Luckily, Charlie is wearing jeans, the material is good at prevented the flood from being seen by anyone, Charlie, now with post-nut clarity, tries his best to hide his crotch as he leaves with the other students. Feeling his dick swell larger.

***

The first thing Charlie does after class, is head to the bathroom. His college has bathrooms that are single room, meaning he doesn't not have to worry about people coming in. He heads inside and locks the door. Pulling down his jeans, Charlie looks at himself in horror.

Inside his jeans is a sticky, white mess of cum, white splotches completely cover the inside of his pants, his underwear looks like they have been submerged. Charlie grabs some paper towels and begins to dry up as much of the spunk as he could, as he does, he gets a whiff through his nose.

Instinctively he gags at the scent, but then realizes that it actually has a sweet smell to it, it smells like... honey? It almost makes him want to have another sniff... Just to make sure he wasn't mistaken.

Charlie takes one of his fingers and dips it into a wet spot on his jeans, he brings his fingers to his face and sniffs. It is sweeter than any candy he ever had before. Absentmindedly, he licks his finger. The taste is heavenly. He wants to have some more.

But he just remembers he needs to get to his band practice in a few minutes. He shakes his head and finishes up cleaning. He has another boner somehow despite just cumming 30 minutes ago. He stares at the behemoth a little closer.

"Oh no!"

He pulls his now somewhat wet pants down and looks at his privates. It's even worse, his penis has grown again, now up to around 8 inches. It throbs up and down, with a little of pre, dribbling onto the floor. Charlie moans by accident, seduced by his own member that he has been somehow blessed with.

"If... If only I had time to deal with this..."

Reluctantly, he pulls up his pants and makes his way out of the bathroom, and quickly makes his way to the band room. Feeling his genitals jiggle in his pants.

***

With his trumpet over his crotch. Charlie makes it over to his seat in the band room. Charlie is one of the trumpet players in one of the front rows, meaning he is one of the best players there. Charlie holds this title with pride, but even now he feels an ever-increasing worry about what happened in economics. He's worried the same thing will happen here.

Once he was able to calm down the 8.5 inch erection in his pants, He gets his instrument out of his case, he swears that it's getting harder and harder for him not to sing the song out loud, it's getting more difficult to think about anything else as the song loops and loops through his head.

"Alright people, let's get to it." The band director says, raising his baton in the air.

Snapped out of his daze for a second, Charlie readies his instrument like everyone else. They stare at the director for a second, before he swing his arms down, beginning the classical song the band has been working on since the beginning of the semester.

Even with the song still stuck in his head, Charlie is still able to play along with everyone else, showing the perfection of his craft that he has practiced for a decade now. It's comforting for him that while his head is not in the right place, he is still able to do his part, playing with his fellow students to create the proper sound the band needs.

As the band finishes up, they end with a final high note. The director keeps his arms high in the air, telling everyone to hold the note. They hold and hold and hold until he slams his arms down, hoping for everyone to bring the song to an end.

But Charlie isn't paying attention. As he holds the final note, he closes his eyes, and finds a sudden urge telling him to keep playing. He starts to feel a sensation flow through his entire body, a desire to play his heart out, to share the music from within. He feels the need grow bolder by the second. He feels a pulsing sensation through his chest getting stronger with every second that he plays, which compliments well with his imagination, as he thinks about the rhythm of the world coursing through him. It feels like magic.

He is interrupted by a tap on his shoulder from his stand partner. He opens his eyes and sees the entire band and the director staring at him. He must have been playing the song right now.

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry about that."

The director stares at him with a smile.

"It's alright Charlie, that was absolutely beautiful. Where did you learn such a song? I have never heard it before."

Charlie stares at him a little embarrassed. "I uh... I don't remember it was in one of my lesson books."

"Really? Which lesson book?"

"I uh... don't remember, I'm sorry."

The director stares Charlie a little disappointed, but nevertheless, he raises his hands again and the band gets ready to play again.

Charlie plays along once again, and this time without incident, but through the course of the class, he feels himself getting more and more distracted.

It's getting worst

***

As night falls, Charlie hurries back to his room, with his backpack over his flopping boner, even while embarrassed he finds himself very horney. Everyone he looks at he only sees as potential mates. Every girl he sees he wants to bring back to his place seduce them into giving him a blowjob.

Or maybe, he grabs a hunky guy by the hand, forces him through one of the bathroom doors, rips off his pants, to start groping his balls as he gets a fresh batch of cum right on his face.

Out of breath, Charlie takes a second, his mind is reeling with all these thoughts, they're not slowing down even if he wanted them to.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Charlie's face is red, he looks up to see the visible cleavage that this woman is clearly proud of inches from his face. His erection throbs harder, getting his backpack a little soaked in the process with pre. Staring at her nipples that slightly poke through her dress, all he wants to do is bury his face right into this woman and forget about everything else.

"UhyeahIamfindthankyouforasking."

With as much willpower as he can muster, he quickly backs away from the woman runs even faster.

His provocative mind just can't stop, and it's making Charlie huff with ecstasy, thinking about all the different ways for Charlie to release another load. Maybe he wants to do it right now, maybe he wants everyone to see how much of a sex-addicted freak he is.

Practically sprinting, Charlie makes it back to his dorm room. He puts his backpack on the floor and jumps on his bed. Lying there, he feels the emotions he kept hidden throughout the day start to come out. Out of breath and reason, he quickly pulls his pants down to see his 9 inch behemoth of a dick.

He feels an intensity in his cock as he feels a desire to touch himself as he feels the throbbing sensation. He swears he can feel the pulse of his dick, which matches the rhythm of the song in his head.

He doesn't live with anyone, but the last thing he wants to do is wake up any of the neighbors up. He tries at first to put a hand on his mouth, trying to muffle the singing even while he strokes his thick, magically growing cock.

He stares in bewilderment, shocked to see the thing grow... slowly with a pulse that matches his heart, which matches the harmony in his head. His cock grows from 9 inches to 10 inches.

Slowly he moves his hand up and down the shift, he is absolutely losing it as he watches before his eyes his dick increasing in length and width with every pulse, going from 10 to 11 inches.

"It's... Nnnnhhggg It's growing even faster!"

His entire body is starting to feel all tingly... he feels a crawling in his skin that doesn't seem to be going away. He once in a while feels a rush of blood through his body. It feels weird, but that doesn't stop it from feeling good.

He feels his body pulsing with his dick, pulsing with the music, pulsing with everything, just as it should. Getting stronger... he's getting more excited, a smile forms across his face, he feels the exhaustion in his throat as he continues to sing, trying to get the music to reach out into the world. He has a message that everyone must know.

He is trying to tell people something. They must know, they all deserve to know, know it all with their minds and bodies!

He feels it getting closer, practically screaming the song as he orgasms right there. The load is big enough to fly up into the air and land right back on him. He smells the aroma, which makes him smile, but as he lays there looking at the ceiling, he gets way too tired for his own good, with his nice big 12 incher, he drift off to sleep.

***

Charlie walks out of his room in a haze, not realizing how absolutely disheveled he looks. He changed his clothes since yesterday trading his jeans for a pair of comfortable sweatpants, but his shirt is already soaked in sweat. Yet somehow, if anyone were to be around him, they would smell a honey-like scent.

Charlie can barely think straight but with enough focus he can remember that it's Wednesday, so he needs to get to his political class in the early morning.

He walks like a zombie, trying to not sing his vocal cords out. It's not working. He's murmurs the song as he moves forward, anyone that gets near him backs off disturbed, not wanting to deal with the drunk, hobbling around singing lullabies.

A few of them, would notice his massive a boner. Straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. Anyone who saw it couldn't tear their eyes away from it. Whether it was from shock or lust one could not say. But they stared at his crotch all the same, and Charlie is slowly starting to enjoy the attention that, as he feels the others watching 13 inch rod and 4 inch balls bulge