Incubus Pupa

Disclaimer: All characters engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older

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I awoke abruptly to a rapping sound on my bedroom door.

"Adam, are you up in there? You'd better get moving or you'll be late again!" The disembodied voice of my mother admonished.

Damnit, woke me just as I was about to...well, at least I wouldn't have to wash the sheets again. It was a shame she couldn't have waited a few more minutes, though.

Looking down, I found a now-familiar daily sight: my erect penis putting a sizeable tent in my sheets. I pulled them away, figuring I'd better take care of it before I had another episode at school.

Slipping down my boxers, my cock-

Wait. There was no way it was this big yesterday. 'Double-u-tee-eff', it looked huge. I jumped out of bed and stumbled to my desk, pulling out a ruler to confirm.

Yeah, definitely bigger. My normal erect size was a bit over six inches (of course I knew that, didn't every eighteen-year-old male?), depending on how far back into my groin I pushed the ruler. Now it was pushing seven, and was noticeably girthier. And that wasn't even factoring the bit of the ruler that went beyond the markings.

Looking below and giving a little feel, my testes also seemed heavier. They could have actually been bigger too, but it was hard to tell since my sack had cinched them upward, preparing to jettison cargo during my aborted wet dream. It would certainly make sense if they were bigger -- all that extra spunk had to be coming from

somewhere

.

I stood there naked and just admired it for a minute. I felt like I was starting puberty all over again. It wasn't porn star big if I was honest. But damn, it looked enormous on

me

, jutting proudly from my crotch. I flexed it, witnessing the crinkly skin of the head tighten and become almost shiny, turning the whole thing an angry shade of purple. I felt an incredibly powerful need to fuck. I wanted to thrust with my entire being into a nubile female, injecting her fertile pussy with my potent load.

Quickly grabbing a used pair of boxers to catch the mess with, I laid down and imagined a fantasy I had read about on Literotica. Frankly, I didn't even need it. The mixture of lingering stimulation from the wet dream and the overwhelming sense of virility I was riding from my burgeoning cock combined to finish me in record time. As usual, the downside was the cleanup -- it seemed to get more difficult every day.

My impressive cock deflated to some extent, but not completely. It might make putting pants on a touch difficult, but the real problem was that I didn't feel satisfied in the least. If anything, I felt even hornier. My skin felt hot, flushed, and almost itchy. My whole body was burning for release. It wasn't pleasant. Nothing to be done about it right now though; Mom was right -- I needed to get to school, pronto. A cold shower ought to help.

Even with my little session of self-discovery this morning, I managed to pull into the school parking lot with several minutes to spare. It was already mostly full of cars, but I noticed a few stragglers tiredly trundling in as I located a spot.

I took a pause from the stream of lewd thoughts that seemed to plague my mind lately to admire the crisp October morning. Sugar maples next to the parking lot contrasted the deep blue sky in brilliant shades of orange and red.

I was so lost in thought that I almost missed the towering form of my erstwhile best friend making her way over to me.

"Adam! Hey!" she said, jogging to catch up.

I felt myself getting tongue-tied with just the brief glimpse I chanced at those luscious globes bouncing with her stride. She must have caught me, but she said nothing. Probably something you're used to when you're built like

that

, I mused.

"Hi, Ella." I gave a stupid little wave to punctuate my greeting.

Really? A wave? What the hell, Adam? That must have looked retarded. Not exactly off to a good start this morning there, slick. Get your head in the game.

Whatever she thought about it, she beamed down at me. Her already gorgeous face transformed into something truly radiant. The smile she wore for me made me feel warm inside. Those plump lips and generous, sensual mouth. The way her hazel eyes crinkled at the edges, telling me she was happy to see me.

Despite my best efforts to remain a bumbling idiot around her, for her part, she always made me feel at ease. We rarely got very close anymore, so I got a little thrill seeing how tall she was -- my eyes barely came up to her chin!

"I was looking for you yesterday after class. You never came back.

"Where'd you go? You didn't look so hot."

"Uh, yeah, it was nothing. I just had to run to the nurse real quick."

No chance in hell I was letting Ella picture me with diarrhea.

"Ahhh, riiiight." She nodded sagely, "Nothing...goes to the nurse. Makes sense..." She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Dummy, you don't need to lie to me," A slender finger lightly flicked my forehead, "you know that."

I felt like I should be upset because it probably looked super condescending, but she's been doing this to me ever since she got taller than me in sixth grade. What could I say? Puberty hits girls early. It was just that, with Ella, it never really stopped to give the guys a chance to catch up. The flicking thing was weird, I knew, but it made me smile. "It's just...kinda embarrassing, is all."

"Alright, alright," she put her hands up defensively, "but you could have had the nurse ask me to bring your stuff home for you."

I hate it when she mothers me, acting like she knows what's best.

"It's fine. Just forget about it, okay?"

She recoiled a little. Shoot, that came out way more harshly than I intended. Calm down, Adam! Why couldn't I just have a normal conversation with this woman?

"Sorry. I didn't mean to-" I offered.

She pushed me on the shoulder. "Hey. I'm just worried about you."

She was?

"So, when are you going to let me kick your ass in League again?"

I smiled, appreciating her ability to take my own foot out of my mouth. I really missed the easy banter we used to have.

"Pshh. Screw that! You didn't beat me, my connection dropped."

She barked a laugh, "Oh please! That's complete BS. You brag about how your parents have this rock-solid gigabit fiber conn-"

Before she could finish the sentence, I was attacked from behind, feeling small hands tickling my sides, surprising me so much that I think I actually let out an involuntary giggle. Realizing what I had done, I darted a look at Ella to see if she caught my unmanly behavior.

The smirk on her face answered that question, but as soon as she saw who the felonious tickler was, her face became guarded.

A golden ponytail swished in front of me as Sandy Mathers swung around to my front.

"There you are! I was waiting for you." Her cheery voice sounded shrill next to Ella's feminine contralto.

"Oh, hey. Morning, Sandy."

I didn't want to be rude to Sandy by ignoring her, but my eyes sought Ella's to find out what her reaction to all this was. Her face was blank though. I couldn't see any sign that she cared one way or another.

"You jerk!" Sandy said playfully. "That's all you have to say for yourself? I gave you my number! I don't do that for just any guy, you know. You said you'd call..." she whined.

I quickly checked Ella's face again, which had gone from blank to blanker, if that was possible.

"I waited all night for you!"

Just then our little threesome was joined by the last person I would have invited -- Jack Winston. Having joined the varsity basketball team in his junior year, he was an imposing specimen. Like an even more broad-shouldered and chiseled version of the late Paul Walker, if that's possible. He happened to be the same height as Ella -- a fact that I intensely resented him for.

Oh, and they were dating. Yeah, Jack wasn't my favorite guy.

"Hey Babe," putting his arm around Ella's waist, he leaned in for a peck on the cheek. I stared at that sinewy motherfucking arm like I could cut it off with my eyes. "Found ya."

I thought I caught Ella glance at me quickly, but when I looked directly at her, she was smiling at Jack. Though I could tell it was that fake smile she often wore when she was uncomfortable. I wondered if Jack knew her well enough to know it wasn't genuine.

"C'mon, we gotta get to class. You're never gonna believe what my Dad said last night..." He tried pulling her away, but I knew it was hard to make the towering Ella go anywhere she didn't want to.

Ella looked from Sandy to me, apologizing with her eyes. I nodded, and she turned to go with Jack. I could hear his fading voice as they walked away, "...he's actually cool with me throwing that party Saturday night!"

Sandy grinned at me, happy to finally have all of my attention.

"Look." She poked my chest with an index finger, "I'll forgive you for not calling me on one condition."

"What's that?" I really needed to get inside or I was going to be late, but since Ella left my mind had turned -- yet again -- to sex.

"There's this thing going on, next Friday night. It's gonna be fun, and I want you to come with me."

I was just admiring the milky, perfect skin of her upper arms as my brain caught what she said. I looked at her to see if she was fucking with me. She almost looked demure.

"R-Really?"

"Yeah, silly. It's totes an awesome time. You'll see. Plus...you'll be with me." Her eyes batted coquettishly.

"But, Sandy." I spluttered, "I don't really know any of your friends. And the few I know

of

probably aren't cool with you bringing me."

"Screw them! I can do what I want." She scoffed. "Look, let's just go for a little bit, and if you're not having a good time, then we'll bounce. Okay?"

I certainly couldn't ask for any better than that, and this was Sandy Mather's asking

me

out. I smacked myself for how idiotic I was being. Was I really pushing back on the chance to go on a date with one of the sexiest girls in school?

"Okay, cool."

"Yay!" She cheered, giving a little clap. Of course, in my current hornball state, it drew my eyes to her wobbling chest. My dick was half-hard, and I gave it a little jolt with my PC muscle. I ran my eyes over those swells of flesh, imagining what it would be like to reach out and give them a squeeze. Right now, without caring at all what she thought. Just plump them up from the sides with the backs of my hands. Or put my arm underneath them at her chest, taking up their weight and letting those heavy mounds drape over me.

As the seconds ticked by, the little guy inside yelling 'that's wrong, perv' was fading like Michael J. Fox in Back to the Future being 'erased from existence'. I was on the verge of actually reaching out to grab her when I heard her gasp.

In surprise, the nubile teen put her hand to her heart, just above her breasts. I should have looked away, but I kept staring. Something was happening in my mind. It thrummed with some kind of energy, radiating outward toward Sandy.

In, and out. Her breathing came deep and even. I could tell she was feeling something also, and judging from her body language look, it felt very good.

"What's...happening? Something... I...felt this the other day, when I was with you in the hall."

The bell rang and snapped us out of it. She called back as she ran toward the building "We need to talk! I'll catch up with you later!"

I stared at her sexy hip as her satchel bounced off it with every stride. Too dumbfounded to move, I stood there as the feeling ebbed away, leaving me horny and frustrated, geared up by Sandy's lewd body.

Later, sitting in calculus class, I started to mentally review all the shit that was happening. Whatever it was had only seemed to grow over time, and I figured I better get my hands around it if I didn't want to lose my mind. Nearly sexually assaulting Sandy earlier had spooked me. Truth be told, I suspected she might not have minded if I

had

acted on my impulse, but that line of thinking was just not acceptable.

My libido was

off the charts

though, and I found it difficult even thinking about much of anything for more than ten seconds at a time before my mind went straight home to sex. It was everywhere I looked! The curve of a ripe sweater-covered breast two rows up to my right; a pair of creamy thighs teasing delights that lay beneath a tiny pleated skirt on my left; even my slightly overweight but gloriously curvy calc teacher, Mrs. Crenshaw, her wide rear gently swaying as she copied problems from her text to the whiteboard.

All

of it was turning me on. On top of that, I was dealing with reproductive organs going through some kind of second puberty, a weird trance thing that seemed to hypnotize women (or at least Sandy Mathers), and pain and pleasure episodes that defied explanation. It didn't take a genius to figure out that

something

was going on with me, and it was kind of freaking out.

I thought about excusing myself to go to the bathroom and try to take the edge off, but I knew it wouldn't help. This morning was proof of that. I needed to

fuck

. At this point, even some of the

guy's

asses were looking like a viable option, and I really didn't swing that way.

I was like an animal in heat, but what could I do about it? Sandy seemed into me, but I didn't want complications right now. Same with any other girl in school. There could come a time when I would be just that desperate, but I wasn't there yet.

So, no students then. A hooker? Eh, I didn't want to get a disease, and frankly, I didn't know the first thing about how to hire a pro anyway. Hmm, what if I could do that mind thing to other girls? Maybe they'd want me to fuck them. Then again, if I really was capable of some kind of mind control, was it really any different from rape? I mean they'd probably want me to do

then

, but how might they feel about it later? Would it traumatize them?

Then again, what happened with Sandy in the hall yesterday hadn't disappeared. It obviously made her attracted to me, and hadn't gone away overnight based on how she'd acted this morning. Unless she'd secretly been harboring this desire to be with me and was just forcing herself to date only hot, uber-athletic guys because she was too afraid to approach me. Right...

Whatever, I needed to get out of here, and I needed to find a woman to fuck. I smirked as it occurred to me that I was probably not the first male in the history of the universe that brainstormed ways to find no-strings-attached sex.

Alright, so the mind thing was my best bet, but I needed a plan. Hmm, maybe I could try it out a little here in class. Practice a bit. All I knew was that it happened both times when I was thinking about sex, and staring at a woman's body that I found sexy.

I picked a target -- Mrs. Crenshaw. She was an easy choice as I had an unobstructed view of her backside from where I was sitting. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, as she was a sweet lady, but I figured I could just do it a little. If it looked to be affecting her, I'd stop.

Since my mind was already mired in lewd thoughts, all I did was stare at her bottom as she continued writing on the board. My gaze took in its wide, rounded shape, still conspicuous under her thick woolen skirt. I imagined the skirt gone, leaving large cotton panties covering pale skin. Felt the delightfully soft, squishy flesh bulge through my fingers as I squeezed handfuls of it. I ran my hands over and around those plush hips, trailing fingertips along the bottom of her panty line over the jiggling skin. Down to the center where it dove between her legs, feeling her warm, moist-

All of a sudden, she stopped writing. Mrs. Crenshaw stood very still at the board, still facing away from us with her marker, frozen mid-sentence. I watched as her face flushed and a barely noticeable tremor took her outstretched hand. A moment later she relaxed, finishing the problem. As soon as she was done, I saw her turn to look around discretely, scanning the classroom as if to find the guilty party that could provoke such an effect. Her eyes took in the assembly, not lingering on anyone in particular, then returning to the book in her hand. If I weren't paying such close attention, I would have missed her eyes briefly flicking toward me before she turned around to continue the lesson. Did she know?

Inside, I was positively giddy with excitement. I had some kind of...telekinetic power related to sexual thoughts? Holy shit, the implications of this were crazy. That decided it, I needed to use this to get me laid, and

now

.