Drooling for the Rod

Rick was unsure of what to believe, or even think, "What does that mean?"

"As I already explained." Jon went on taking his time. "The human gene pool will be dead in a decade or so, our friends have re-engineered the human gene. There are only a few hundred men like you; each spread around the globe. You are sexually superior to human males in every way imaginable."

"I don't know, I can imagine a few ways I'm not superior." Rick interjected

"Ah, you will be, your body is changing even as we speak, it doesn't happen overnight but the changes will become apparent soon enough."

Jon motioned to someone behind Rick.

"Let me give you a more graphic demonstration of what I'm talking about."

A girl quietly stepped past Rick, a hint of perfume left in her wake. Another woman, dressed in an impossibly tight body suite was leading her. The leader was tall and slim with dark hair. Her skin looked like she just walked off a beach in southern Italy.

The girl she led was a curvaceous blonde in a tight dark mini. It looked like she should be out on the town dancing rather than in Rick's living room. The skirt hugged the curve of her ass and really showed off her thighs. The top hung by spaghetti straps and showed off her full round breasts. Her blond hair, was pulled up and hung in curls around her face, making her look...

"Tracy?" The girl-next-door, well down the road anyway. Rick had a huge crush on Tracy throughout high school. He used to go out of his way for a glimpse of her. If he were really lucky she would be out sunbathing or jogging or roller-blading. But Tracy never wanted anything to do with a regular guy like Rick. She dated only the star athletes or the guys with money, usually guys with both.

The girl stopped in front of Jon, looking at him, yet not really seeing him. Her eyes were half shut, like she was barley awake.

Jon explained. "I thought you might appreciate the irony of bringing her." Jon said with a grin. "How would you describe your relationship with her?"

"I don't even think she would give me the time of day." Rick responded "can she hear me?"

"She is hearing only my voice right now, Tracy, be a good girl and turn your head so Rick can see what you have."

Tracy turned, giving Rick a fine view of her large firm breasts shown off by the tight top. Behind her left ear was a small device, it looked like gray plastic and several blinking lights. It really looked like something from...

"Star Ship 7, yes, I know. Our diminutive friends thought it quite the joke." The creatures were grinning in the shadows. "There are other more specialized and more discreet models. You will learn about them as you grow. The units amplify the mental abilities you already have dormant, and are now becoming active. This model gives me total control of Tracy; she will do anything I want of her. Let me demonstrate" Jon motioned toward Tracy. "I am controlling her thoughts. For her own safety, and yours, I'll restrict her movements."

Tracy sat down next to Rick. Her short dress just barely covered her crotch. Whatever she was doing this evening, she was out hunting for a big wallet with a man attached. As if in answer to his Rick's train of thought; "Tracy, why don't you tell us where you've been this evening?" Jon asked.

Tracy opened her eyes slightly. Her speech was as if she was heavily sedated, or drunk. "I was lookin' for 'nother man silly." Tracy giggled. "The las' one had los of money but his dick was teeny" She giggled again, demonstrating with a slow moving hand. "Y'see lately I've really really really wanted a huge cock." Tracy again demonstrates moving her hands far apart to illustrate. "I dunno why...but really want a giant cock in my mffrm...hmmm..." Tracy dissolves back into her stupor, her hand slips across her breasts, each finger sliding over her hard nipple and onto her lap. Rick can't help but stare.

"Let's see what happens when I take off the mind block." Jon says to Rick, although Rick is rather distracted by Tracy's body at the moment.

Tracy shuddered and looked over at Rick. Her eyes grew wide with anger. "You? What the fuck is this, some kind of a joke? You are some fucking piece of shit Rick, quit fucking looking at my tits you perv." She was ready to get up and leave when she looked around the room. "Oh my god! Holy shit! What the fuck is this?

In her terror Tracy tried to stand. When she found she couldn't do so. She started screaming that they had all better get back, stay away. When screaming or escape didn't work and she determined that nobody was physically hurting her she calmed down a bit.

"What the fuck is this Rick?" Her fear turning into anger. "And who the fuck is this freak show!"

Rather than wait for Rick to come up with an answer, Jon stepped forward.

Tracy turned to Jon, her eyes flashing with anger. "And just who the fuck are you?"

"Tracy...I think you should be quiet." Jon said ominously.

"Fuck you! Nobody tells me what to do!" She screamed defiantly. But then, as if a tranquilizer dart hit her, she stopped and turned to Rick. Her eyes were drooping as she tried to speak. "Wha...no...what's ha...noooo..." The words came in a slur as her eyes drooped. "Please don't let them..." Her eyes closed and she slumped back onto the couch.

" I planted a suggestion in her earlier to make her easier to handle." Jon said. "Tracy?"

"Mmm Hmm?" She answered with a sloppy grin on her face.

"Tracy, I am going to release you. Up until now I've blocked the effects of the males and pheromones in the room on you. Rick, I think you'll notice a very big difference."

The other woman reached around from behind and removed the device from Tracy.

As soon as the device was disconnected Tracy shuddered and took a deep breath. Raising her head she took another deep breath. Rick could see a flush appear across her neck and chest. Tracy's nipples hardened and pointed through the thin material of her dress. He was aware of her becoming aroused and he could smell her pussy getting wet. She opened her eyes and put her arms against the back and arm of the couch to steady herself. Her breathing was deep and her highly sexual state was apparent.

"What the fuck did you give me?" She asked. Her voice was a little husky and languorous, as if she had just finished a couple of martinis. "I don't know what it was but I'm not letting you touch me, got it!"

"I won't force you to do anything young lady" Jon answered her calmly. "But I'm afraid you'll want to do more than touch in a minute or two."

"OK, I know I'm fucked up, and whatever you did made horny as hell. But I still know what's going on and no one's getting near my pussy!" Tracy punctuated her resolve by defiantly crossing her legs. As she did, waves of pleasure crossed her body making her gasp. A small moan escaped her lips as her hands went to her thighs. "You know if you could bottle whatever you gave me you'd make a fortune, it feels so good." Rick could see that Tracy was having trouble controlling herself as her hands slowly moved up and down her thighs.

"What Tracy is referring to is the high level of pheromones in the air tonight. They are helping to bring about the changes in you. Unfortunately they greatly affect the rest of us as well."

The strange woman walked up as if on cue. Rick took a better look at her this time. She was a tall brunette with long hair. Her face was delicate highlighted by dark brown eyes and full lips. Her dark green suit appeared to be so tight and form fitting as to have been sprayed on but it appeared to be made of stretched leather of some sort. It showed off every inch of her athletic body from her very firm breasts and her taut torso to her shapely ass and legs. She smiled at Rick, then glanced over at Tracy. Kneeling, she reaching into Jon's robes and pulled out a positively huge cock. Rick did a double take, Jon's cock, even though still flaccid, was huge. It must have been nine inches long and very thick with dark veins raised all along it. The skin seemed translucent and damp. It almost looked like the penis of an animal rather than a man, its attachment area surrounded by thick veins. The organ looked huge sprouting from his skinny body. Rick shuddered, oddly repulsed, just to look at it.

The woman reached down and began to stroke it. The organ swelled in her hand, making it seem small by comparison. It looked so pale against her dark skin. She looked down at the thickening rod, knelt beside him and began to suck on the throbbing purple head.

Despite its ugly appearance the organ mesmerized Tracy. "Oh my god...it's so big...it's gross." She seemed drawn toward the slowly lengthening organ. The thick rod twisted sickly to the side slightly as it grew.

The strange woman turned and smiled at Tracy. Still stroking the stiff penis she held it out toward the young girl. The appendage hung down slightly in an arc, twitching with his heartbeat.

"I don't want to touch it..." Tracy said with a shiver. She was flushed, breaking out in a slight sweat. Despite her revulsion her eyes never left the pulsing organ.

The other woman shifted over closer to the short blonde girl. Never breaking eye contact the brunette slid her hand along Tracy's thigh and under her short skirt. Slowly she pulled back letting her long manicured nails drag against the young blonde's skin. Tracy moaned and rolled her eyes back from the sensation, her breathing rate increased. "Please don't... don't do that." She said between breaths. Tracy's eyes never left the giant cock.

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