My cellphone beeped an incoming text from my mother.
"I can't pick you up I'm taking your sister to the doctor," it said.
I was stuck at school - detention, for blowing off a class three days earlier. I looked outside the small rectangular window in the door to see curtains of nearly horizontal rain. Twigs and bits of trash were thrown around by the strong November winds. Walking the three miles home would be a bitch. Mom insisted I take a rain coat and warmer clothes.
I blew off her advice.
"Do you think you can pick me up after?" I texted back.
"It won't be till late," she replied.
I tried a guilt trip.
"The weather outside is awful. I'll get soaked and be freezing".
"Then wait for us."
She didn't bite - Fuck.
"Dad?"
"On a plane to Dallas. Business trip."
Dammit I forgot about that.
"Uber?"
"WALK OR WAIT. Those are your choices. Next time don't play hooky."
I sighed. I was really screwed. I already tried several friends and mom was my last resort. I glanced outside again at that shit weather. Turning up the collar on my flimsy denim jacket, I pushed hard on the door. It fought me, the wind almost slamming the door shut. I pushed again and launched myself into a maelstrom of pelting rain and freezing wind.
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I keyed the code to our garage door with shivering hands. They were shaking so badly I fucked up the sequence three times. The hour long walk had taken its toll. I was soaked head to toe, my shoes now making squishing noises when I stepped. I had developed a furious urge to piss about half way home, and now it felt like my bladder was near the breaking point.
I ducked under the door as soon as there was enough clearance. I ran inside, closing the door behind me. I didn't have time to even acknowledge the blissful warmth, as my body had other pressing concerns. I ran to the bathroom just outside the mud room, then cursed as I saw a box of tissues on top of the toilet seat - my mother's reminder it wasn't to be used.
Some kind of plumbing issues, don't ask.
Nearly panicked, I raced to the toilet in the master bedroom. My parent's asked my sister and I to use our upstairs bathroom, but this was a dire emergency. Even as I made the last few steps into the bedroom I began to feel my bladder give way, releasing some of its contents uncontrollably.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I yelled as I frantically tried to undo my zipper.
My hands just would not cooperate, and for whatever reason the zipper was now as complex to my fingers as a damn Rubik's cube. I kicked something sharp on the floor and winced in pain. I stumbled. I flung open the toilet seat violently and finally reached down to grab my penis - only I couldn't get it.
Fucking shrinkage...
The ice cold state of my body had reduced my pecker to something practically the size of a walnut. It almost seemed to be collapsing in on itself, the head seeming to vanish into the folds of the lower half of my cock.
When I finally got it, a stream violently blasted out and hit the back of the toilet seat. I pushed down hard and fought back the stream, my body wailing in protest as I did so. I adjusted my grip, re-aimed and ... shot piss all over the top of the toilet. Cursing loudly, I made the proper adjustments to my strange, cold-induced member and finally managed to hit the water, the stream so hard water splashed up out of the bowl.
As I was finally calming down my bladder I took a moment to consider how ridiculous my situation had become. Here I was, a senior in high-school, and I find myself in goddamn detention like some eighth grader. I have to take the bus with all the other freshmen because my car is in the shop, and now I'm walking home, pissing in my pants, and making a mess all over the bathroom.
Well, the parents had trashed it anyway. The mirror needed to be wiped down, the floor was covered in towels and dirty clothes. The countertops had all manner of makeup stuff from my mom, razors and whatnot from Dad.
About the only clean thing in the whole room was one of those electronic picture frames, showing a sparkling image of mom and dad on a cruise. They had goofy smiles on their faces and they were holding up fruity looking drinks to the camera. If they weren't so uppity I would have sworn they were actually drunk.
But the thought of my uber-conservative parents actually cutting loose and having drinks, let alone enough to be tipsy, well that was just ridiculous. They were the ultimate church-going, card-carrying-members-of-the-PTA suburbanites who I doubt stayed up past ten even on the recent cruise they went on.
Just then, a deafening crash of thunder rolled through the house.
A second later, the lights went out.
"Oh for fuck's sake!" I yelled out loud.
I pinched off my stream, which fortunately wasn't as painful this time given that I had been able to relieve some of the pressure earlier. I was about to zip up and look for a flashlight when suddenly the picture frame on the countertop came to life again. The power loss must have caused it to fall into some kind of battery mode operation.
The picture had also changed.
My mother was sitting at a banquet table. She was turned towards the camera, leaning back slightly. One of her legs was kicked up high in the air, displaying a rather impressive amount of flexibility in what was clearly meant to be a playful, pinup-style pose. She was wearing a stylish dress that had a side slit that was riding up her legs, showing a fair amount of thigh. Her legs seemed to sparkle from the shiny and smooth set of suntan colored hose she had. Her heels were elegant - a set of black high heeled sandals - the kind I would normally expect to see on some celebrity walking down the red carpet at the Oscars.
Never, never in a million years would I have EVER pictured mom wearing something like that, let alone striking a pose and showing off leg. Granted, the picture was fairly innocent, hell the cover of fashion magazines often had things more revealing ... but this was MOM. MY mom...
Suddenly...
My balls felt heavy, and under the dim light from the picture I saw my strange, shrunken walnut penis begin to unravel itself in a curious sensation.
"Oh hell no! Hell no there is no way in SHIT this picture is making me hard. This is my fucking mom, for fuck's sake, this would be GROSS!"
It must be the warmth, that's it. The warmth from the house is undoing the weird shrinkage I'm having.
Almost as a dare to myself, to convince myself that was the case, I kept looking at the picture.
She was holding the one leg that was up by her ankle, pulling it up towards her head in a dancer -like fashion. Her toes were pointed perfectly. They crunched up underneath the criss-crossing straps of her shoes, and her arch was beautifully pronounced, showing a lovely curve and a slight wrinkle from the effort she was putting in.
My cock wasn't stopping. To the contrary, its growth seemed to be accelerating.
"The fuck is WRONG with you dude!? Your fucking MOM!" A voice in my head yelled.
"I'm not! I'm not!"
