**This is Fiction. None of it is real.**
The Transformation Starts
It was in April when I was eighteen, the rains were falling, the flowers were blooming, and I began to transform. It was a subtle thing, but it had come on suddenly. The signs were there before then, and they were, shall we say, muted. I mean, I had, throughout my teens, had the normal urges of a teen boy. I masturbated and had wet dreams and all that. There was nothing abnormal about my sexual development.
This all started to change after mid-December. I didn't know why at the time, but it was because we had passed the winter solstice. I started to become hypersexual. My wet dreams returned and were nightly. When I had them, there was more ejaculate than I'd ever had before. Then I was having two shots at night. I would lick the pajamas clean and leave them to dry, then shoot another load onto my sheets. I licked those spots clean, tasting the bleach but oh-so-awesome taste of cum. Then I would rub my cock on wet blanket and shove it in the crack in my bed to ejaculate yet a third time. My pajama pants started to bleach and wear from cum and licking.
I noticed my cock was growing. I thought it was normal, adding inches to length and girth, my balls getting bigger to provide all the seed. Soon, though, my cock was as big as a porn star's though I was personally very skinny, if tall. I thought it was normal to grow so much, or at least not abnormal. I couldn't stop using my own body in sexual ways. I shoved things up my ass, starting with carrots, then switched to cucumbers, putting them up my ass then eating them. I went to peeling the cucumbers so they were rougher, and then to large bolts, stimulating my rectum with the threads. My hairbrush had a rubber handle with ridges and it got shoved in there. I used the plastic rod used to hold toilet paper at home and in public bathrooms. I had to masturbate so often that I was doing it at school, rubbing my cock on my underwear, then on a rough wool cloth I found, before shooting my load into a toilet, waiting several seconds for it to finish coming out. I realized how hot it was to masturbate in semi-public places, masturbating in public bathrooms everywhere, then moving to dressing rooms, with their abbreviated doors which I knew showed my bare legs. I'd shoot a big load on the vinyl seat found in such places then lick it up.
My porn became more bizarre. I lurked on the web to watch middle-aged women fucking young men my age, violence including naked beatings and simulated rape, and cosplay of fantastic creatures penetrating helpless women. I tried watching snuff but I didn't like that -- sex should be about life, if occasionally violent. Shit porn also didn't interest me -- it was gross and defiled the asshole. January turned to February and February to March. I did okay in school but stared hungrily at the boys and girls in my class, the teachers, the people at church, all ages from mine to some who were probably too old for others to desire.
I was a freshman at a special college. It had been a community college then had turned into a four year university. Still, most of the students, and there was a pretty decent-sized number of them, lived locally. There were several high schools in town so many students went out of town to university or got jobs but there was a large minority that stayed at this university. Part of the appeal, obviously done on purpose, was that it was very similar to high school, almost an extension. It was a single large building and had extracurricular activities, sports teams, spirit clubs, etc.
A Mother's Love
It was the week before Easter, my spring break, a Monday, and the full moon was rising when everything changed for my sex life, from fringe to utterly weird. My mother came in to tell me good night. She often did this fully naked, seeing nothing wrong with being naked in front of family. For instance, we would change all together in one place until my sisters got too old and too fully developed. I was still bathing with my middle sister Nif until she seriously had early breasts and was starting to get hair between her legs. My mother, however, thought it was innocent for her to see us and for us to see her naked. In the fall, I had started to get particularly embarrassed at seeing her naked. In the winter, I started to get turned on by it, which also made me embarrassed at first. Over the past month, I was masturbating more and more to thoughts of her coming to tell me goodnight nude.
But, tonight, it was different. For one thing, when I'd woken up, I had these two lumps under the sides of my upper forehead, covered by hair and barely able to be felt. Also, I could see her better. She was backlit by the hall light and it was otherwise completely black inside but, as opposed to last night, her pale skin glowed like she was fully in moonlight. Her black hair, curly, that hung to her shoulders, appeared to have a blue sheen, matched by the large black bush between her legs. I think I got my love for big bushes from seeing her like this over the years. She had large hips narrowing to a thin waist, before expanding to her chest and back. Her breasts were large and, though she'd breastfed three children, still had nipples that pushed up and which now were, for some reason, standing erect. I could see the half-moons of the undersides throwing shadows on her chest. I could feel a new feeling. In addition to having a yearning, full erection, my balls were burning. My mother would later tell me that was the first time she saw my eyes glow green, though she thought it was a trick of the light. There was a pleasant smell in the house, one that was new that day, and which had made me horny all day but unable to masturbate to completion.
"Goodnight, honey," my mom said.
