Irresistible Johnson: Part 4 -
Brian wants to lay his boss, and his Johnson to rest. (sci-fi)
By AnonymousPerv. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Let me catch you up on this crazy real-life sci fi drama. My name is Brian Johnson and I live a conditional life. Ever since the lab accident, things changed, and not for the better. Allow me to recap my woes, so you'll better understand. I was exposed to gamma radiation at work. It was a clumsy, stupid, careless error; just a dumb move on my part. After exposure, the team kept me isolated for weeks and monitored my health.
At the time, it seemed I was going to make it out unscathed, but just as I was about to be released from quarantine, we discovered the true trauma I actually incurred. Karen, my boss (and also an LPN), subjected me to one last physical examination, and at her intrusive insistence to know every detail about me, I explained that my penis was hanging much lower since the gamma exposure. It seemed to be a bit thicker, too. Length was never an issue with me, but hanging there five or six inches all the time was out of the ordinary. Typically, I was a grower, not a show-er. Anyway, Karen takes a peek at Mr. Floppy and gets an insatiable urge to swallow my semen. I swear I couldn't have stopped her if I tried.
Here's where it gets weird. After swallowing, her tits grew instantly, from her modest A cup to a D cup, I would guess. It was insane. We had to tell the rest of the team what happened, and soon, more tests on my sperm began. Phil, the Senior Partner, desperately wanted to find a way to synthesize it. "Natural breast growth? So many women will want that," he insisted.
The problem was, the breast development was only temporary, lasting about a day, before returning to normal. Up til now, we haven't discovered a way to synthesize my sperm, but further testing led to the discovery that if a woman ingests it, but not directly from the source - say, a Petri dish, for instance (yes, we actually did this) - well, the poor subject gets intensely horny, to the point they will fuck themselves silly in the streets if they have to. Total, unashamed, unabashed sluttery.
I'm sure you can imagine how awful I feel about any of my friends or colleagues having to go through such an experience, even if we were all willing participants in this research. Lately, I was feeling more and more alienated from my colleagues. Hell, even Janice was steering clear of me, and we used to chat every day. Still, the team marched on with the work.
What else? What other stupid things can my penis do? I have a hard time keeping track. Oh yeah, we learned that if I go several days without an orgasm, I produce some kind of pheromone that makes women want to fuck me (and only me) and right. fucking. now. Jesus Christ, the pressure. Can you imagine? I might not want it, but the women demand it. Masturbating alone isn't good enough for them when exposed to this. However, fucking them leads to the risk of me cumming in their pussy (which they always demand, by the way), and that that leads to the worst of it...
Just like when a woman sucks me off, their breasts instantly grow when I cum inside them, but this time they begin lactating heavily. Multiple, daily pumps are required for about week, until the breasts finally, slowly, return to normal.
For a while there, all the girls were terrified the effects were going to be permanent. It was right after I had accidentally fucked every female member of the team in the conference room. My pheromones were off, because I hadn't orgasmed in days, and they all needed my cock. Thank goodness their breast growth and lactation issues only lasted a week or so, after that ordeal. The girls were a bit more forgiving with me when they went back to normal. Well, all except for Karen, my boss. We'll get to her issues later.
So this is my life now. I can no longer be naked in front of any girl, or she'll get the irresistible urge to suck me off. I have to masturbate regularly in order not to get a "build up" of these funky pheromones which drive women crazy, and there's no way I can have any meaningful, long-term relationship with a woman, because who would want to risk getting enormous, milky tits every time they fuck their boyfriend? This was absolutely the worst thing to ever happen to me.
The only friend I could turn to is my sister, Penny. She's my roommate, too, so she understands my plight. We have to be careful that she never sees me naked, considering we share some of the same space. Early in discovery, my sister caught me naked once, and went down on me like a dog on a steak. Or a bone, rather. She hated herself for swallowing every drop of my cum, but came to terms with it pretty quickly when her tits blew up in size. Normally a pert B, Penny looked like a straight-up bimbo. Surprisingly, she loved it, but when her breasts went back to normal the following day, she was grossly disappointed. We rarely speak of the subject anymore.
So here I am, on the night before we lay Heath to rest, once again beating off, so that I can go to a funeral in peace tomorrow. I wish I had a different life. I wasn't sure how long I could keep this up. I just didn't think it could get any worse; but I was wrong.
Wednesday morning:
I don't know what the fuck my curse is, or who has it out for me, but when I left at 8:30 the following morning, my tire blew, pulling out of the driveway. I quickly ran into the house and changed to something more casual, to replace the tire with the spare. Another quick change and I was back on the road, only to be held up at a stopped train. Forty minutes later, it got off the tracks.
I texted Amanda at 9:30: Stuck at train. Be there ASAP. She never returned the text, and it was almost ten by the time I pulled in her drive. I rushed to the door, and Amanda opened it before I even knocked. I noticed she was flat chested again. "I've been waiting. What happened?"
I quickly surmised the unfortunate events.
"Well, come in. Let's hurry," she said, just as the limo pulled up. "Well, fine. We'll do it in there."
"What? In the limo?"
"If we don't want to be late. Let's just go. There's privacy windows in those things."
I sure hoped so. The driver escorted us inside the vehicle, and I sat across from Amanda, facing the rear of the vehicle. There was only about ten minutes from here to the funeral home.
"Driver, would you mind raising the window?" Amanda asked.
A minute later, I was awkwardly leaning back, while my dead colleague's wife was going to work on me. She had as much an insatiable desire to suck it, as she had the first time she saw my cock. About five minutes in, I felt myself getting closer, when the limousine stopped. It slightly distracted me, but Amanda's skills got me back track, when I heard the driver get out and mutter a few words.
"Wait, what is that?" I asked, pulling up a bit. Amanda didn't let go, following my movements, not allowing my cock to leave her. She didn't want to risk missing a drop. She mumbled something at me, but I wasn't clear on it, when the door to my left popped open. To my horror, Karen was looking straight in.
"Brian!" she screamed. "What the fuck?!"
Amanda, although thoroughly engaged, was even taken aback by the sudden surprise, pulling off only for a moment, my stiff rod snapping into view. Karen instantly leapt inside the vehicle, slamming the door behind her, yelling, "Good to go!" to the driver.
She snapped up to me. "Brian, you have a lot of explaining to do!" she yelled, as she grabbed the base of my cock with her left hand. Amanda pushed herself back into the mix, groping my shaft just above Karen. "Hey, I was doing that."
"Sorry, sister. I saw it, too. When this happens, we just share." Karen was letting Amanda know, loud and clear, what had to be done. They stared each other down for a moment, before shrugging it off, agreeing they could both do the deed together.
I had no idea if the driver knew what was up. As he pulled away, the two ladies began fighting over my cock. It didn't take long before I felt it coming. "Who's first?" I asked.
Amanda raised her hand. "Well, at least let me suck it until it explodes," said Karen, taking my cock from Amanda. She went down deep, perhaps hoping I wouldn't be able to contain myself, She started working it, back and forth, faster and faster, when I tapped her. "Hurry! Give it to Amanda."
Amanda shoved her way in the mix again, opening wide, just in time as I escaped Karen's mouth and found hers, filling it with my seed. I was practiced at this next part: holding the extra sperm that was still in my balls. I pulled out of Amanda's mouth and shifted my cock to Karen. "Hurry," I said. While she swallowed, with her mouth tightly suctioned the head of my cock, Karen just stared me down, shaking her head. She was so disappointed in me.
She finally got off, and wiped her mouth, ensuring all was clean. "Goddammit, I hate it that it tastes so good." She began unbuttoning her blouse immediately and looked to Amanda. That's when she noticed Amanda came prepared, wearing a blouse large enough to "grow" into. Karen knew the change was coming and was desperately trying to get her bra off in time. I hated to see what would happen to her already swollen, lactating, enormous tits.
Amanda's suddenly popped into existence, filling her blouse. She clapped with glee. "Heath would have loved this," she chuckled.
I silently mouthed, 'See, it was her,' to Karen, who was more concerned with her awaiting disaster.
"What's happening? Why aren't mine growing?" Karen began fondling herself, rubbing hard, even squeezing. She shook them a time or two.
"That's strange," I said. "Amanda swallowed first, but you weren't far behind. Why isn't anything happening?"
Then Karen looked even more perplexed. She tugged and pinched her nipples, even squeezing down on them. "Brian. I'm not lactating. Something's wrong."
"What do you mean? When did you stop lactating?"
"That's just it. I never stopped. I could always squeeze my breasts, even just a little, and milk streams out. It isn't happening now."
"And your tits aren't getting bigger, either," I gasped. "Somehow, swallowing my cum again, after you've been creampied, stops the lactating process."
"Do you think this effect will be permanent?"
"We can hope," I said, tucking my cock away, before one of the two desired sucking it again.
Angela broke in. "Look, I don't want Brian to be in trouble for any of this. It was my idea, Karen."
Karen wasn't worried about me anymore and waved her off. "Just so long as I stop lactating, I don't care. Whatever."
I prayed that blowjob had a log-term effect. I didn't want to get shit on at work even more next week. This new life of mine was getting exhausting.
By AnonymousPerv for Literotica.
