Chrystal Baumgartner lay comfortably naked on the thick cushion in Dean Tolliver's inner office. Her wrists were cuffed to one end and her ankles to the sides of the other. The Dean had managed to catch her at the end of the day when most of her work was finished and told her to come with him, that she had something he wanted. She responded with a shrug and a resigned smile. The Dean wasn't her idea of a sexually attractive man but the modifications that Teddy, the university's resident alien being and (to put it bluntly) Master, had made to her body and brain left her placidly compliant to any man's desire. Given Chrystal's hourglass figure and sultry personality, male desire was in plentiful supply.
She watched through half-closed eyes as the Dean undressed and smiled at his enhanced genitals. Triple-sized testicles hung below an erect phallus too thick to encircle with one hand. Teddy had not modified only the women of Benthamsthwaite. As he tore open the condom wrapper and unrolled the thin skin over his manhood, Tolliver enquired conversationally, "Tell me, darling, do your parents approve of your new fiancé? It must have come as a surprise to them to hear that you're getting married with no hint that you even had a boyfriend."
Chrystal ground her hips suggestively. Tolliver would have her, probably a couple of times. She would enjoy it though not volcanically. Placid compliance was more like being a dutiful wife to every man on the faculty. "They were a little bemused, Tolly. Everything went fine the first evening and morning of their visit but after lunch I started to feel the tension rise. You know how it is with Moe; everybody wants him, men and women alike. It's taken a bit but he finally accepts it so when he saw what was happening, he gently suggested that he go back to the motel with them and spend the night."
Tolliver knelt between her knees. "And how did they take that?"
Chrystal lifted her pelvis, "They were surprised but both of them were so hot for him they couldn't refuse. When I met them for breakfast the next morning Daddy had a satisfied but slightly puzzled look on his face. Mother, on the other hand, couldn't stop smiling all day long. They're completely enthralled with him and naturally he's going to take advantage of that and introduce them to Teddy tonight. Oh!"
Tolliver's weight pressed down on the girl and his outsized cock spread her wide. "Mmmm . . . You're delicious, Chrystal, and well worth how long you've made me wait. I'll have to think about trying out Mordecai, as well. Teddy's turned him into such an androgynous figure even men who think they're straight want to fuck him. So your mother is going to be added to the stable, is she? Intriguing."
While the Dean was having his way with Chrystal, her fiancé, Mordecai Goldglum showed her parents around the Faculty Club. To the casual visitor it seemed self-satisfied, comfortable and reeking in privilege. Thick, leather covered club chairs sat between hand-wrought reading lamps on thick rya rugs in rich colors. Solid hardwood paneled the walls that were hung with original artwork. The bar tender handed the trio well-crafted, large cinnamon and nutmeg scented drinks to sip as they toured. At last Mordecai touched a hidden switch on one wall.
"Here's the best part," he murmured seductively over his shoulder, "just follow me downstairs."
By now Chrystal's parents could no more refuse than fly to the moon. They were mesmerized by the young man their daughter had decided to marry. His long, auburn hair, slim body and smooth hairlessness attracted Benjamin like no woman had since he married Sheila. Sheila, for her part, was hypnotized by his smoldering gaze and spicy male scent. Once they were all in bed and her husband finished buggering Mordecai, Ben rolled over and fell asleep. The younger man then turned to her and fucked her longer than she ever remembered any man doing, even back as an undergraduate. Unquestioningly they followed him down a long stairway lit with gas lamps on wall sconces. Finally, in what seemed the bowels of the earth, they arrived at a thick, iron-bound door. Mordecai pushed it open.
Inside the room, the air was warm and smelled like the drinks from the bar. Moe closed the door behind then and threw the latch, locking them in. The heat in the room began to concentrate in the Baumgartner's crotches and amazement in their brains as they looked upon the room's inhabitant. Mordecai walked over to what looked like a ten-foot tall purple sea anemone and patted the trunk fondly.
"This is Teddy," he told the other two. "We're not sure what he really is or where he came from but he's been down here in the basement for over a hundred and fifty years, right back to the founding of Benthamsthwaite College." The young man began to undo his clothing. "Over the years he's essentially taken control of the place and everyone in it. Teddy gets what Teddy wants and what Teddy wants now—is you."
He held out his hand to Sheila with a compelling smile and to her own amazement, she stepped forward and took it. "Take your clothing off, Sheila, you, too, Ben. We're going to have a little foursome down here."
Fully naked, Mordecai started unbuttoning Sheila's blouse. She watched helplessly as her clothing fell away exposing her mature figure. Mordecai's cock stiffened at the sight. Eyes wide, she looked over her shoulder for support from her husband to see him also naked and aroused. When she was nude, Moe gently pulled her over to the trunk of the purple alien and pushed her back against it and pressing himself against her for a long, passionate, probing kiss. As the kiss continued, Sheila felt something wrap around each ankle and wrist. When Mordecai broke away and stepped back, the tentacles pulled her tight to the trunk forcing her back into an arc that pushed her breasts out.
"Don't be afraid, Sheila. What you're going to get is what everyone at Benthamsthwaite has gotten for more than a century. Ben's parents and grandparents did. The only reason he didn't is that he went to West Point for college instead of staying here. But now that he's home . . . ."
Ben was also ensnared and bound. Teddy's uncounted arms pulled him against his wife and began to stroke them intimately. A voice like a low-pitched flute began, "Chrystal's DNA is wonderful. You can be very proud of what you've produced. I am disappointed that you only chose to have one, though—so I'm taking this opportunity to correct that."
"But—but I'm over forty!" Sheila protested as Ben's erection rubbed against her labia sending tingles outward to her thighs and belly.
The musical voice buzzed in a way that suggested a chuckle. "Fifty years ago or so ago, that would have been a problem. However, I have much more control over my pet's bodies than I did then. I overriding your birth control, Sheila, and by morning you will ovulate. By then you will be full of Ben's semen and you will conceive. And since Ben has retired from the Army and has a comfortable pension, you two can move back here where we can lots of fun together—and you will!"
Ben entered her with a grunt and a moan while she hummed in response and then both of them gasped. Over their shoulders they heard Mordecai snicker as two additional arms probed the couple's anuses. "He's going to modify you two, just the way he has all the rest of us. The drink you had upstairs started it and now he's going to inject more enzymes and amino acids into your gut. They enter your bloodstream very fast through the mucus membranes. Teddy, will you get enough changes done with just this one night?"
"Oh, yes. I will have them now and when they are done with each other, they'll fall asleep. I'll wake them again at midnight and have them again and a third time at dawn. It will be a little hurried and they will find themselves sleeping longer at night and eating more than they're used to for a week or so, but within a month and a half they will be fully modified. And when they sell their Sunnyvale home and move back here, they will fit right into our lusty lifestyle. And as for you, Mordecai, come here, bend over and spread. You I'll fuck just for the fun of it."
*****
The following morning Howard Baumgartner picked up his dazed older brother, his equally dazed, but smiling sister-in-law and his smirking nephew-in-law-elect from the Faculty Club and brought them back to his cottage. Benjamin opened the front door to the smell of bacon and biscuits and froze in the doorway.
"Hey, son," called out his father, "I hear Teddy finally got to you two. 'Bout time, I'd say."
"Amel, you hush!" Lucy Baumgartner beamed at her older son and daughter-in-law. "Sheila, don't mind the man. Sometimes he has all the couth of a wet mop. You just come right over and sit next to me. I want to know all the details but I want them girl talk—none of this guffawing caveman nonsense."
