The Tale of Ben and Sheri
Chapter 1

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/Ma, Mult, Consensual, BiSexual, Science Fiction, Extra Sensory Perception,

Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Ben Sanderson is a MORFS survivor. More changes than just he hair color. Sheri thinks he's a stud muffin. Can she help him through the obvious and not so obvious changes the MORFS epidemic has brought to him?

Ben turned the shower off and sluiced the water out of his hair and off his body. Opening the enclosure door, he reached for a towel to dry himself.

He almost chuckled. Just weeks ago, the chore would have been done in mere seconds. However, now it took a bit longer, since there was a lot more of him to dry. Six weeks ago he was a typical seventeen year old, standing five foot seven inches tall, but yesterday, his dad had measured him at half a hair over seven feet tall. Ben hung the towel on the rack and got out his toothbrush.

He had just uncapped the toothpaste when the door popped open and his little sister rushed in. The noise startled the teen who reflexively squeezed the tube, shooting the entire contents all over the sink and backsplash.

“Angel, can’t you wait your turn?” Ben says trying not to let his aggravation show in his voice. Ben dropped the empty tube in the trashcan and got out a new travel size tube. He had done the same thing to a number of regular sized tubes. He was slowly gaining control over his greatly enhanced strength.

“No.” Angel replied wiping the sleep out of her eyes. “You take too long.”

Angel was fifteen years old if you went by the calendar, but she looked and acted like a third grader. The same bug that transformed Ben from a normal teen into “Mighty Man” was also responsible for the changes in Angel, giving her four gossamer-like wings and locking her into the body of an eight year old.

MORFS, Massive Otogenetic Regulation Failure Syndrome, had been around for sixty years. The base was an engineered bio-terror weapon that had failed horribly. The carrier virus had encircled the globe, with the payload insinuating itself into the DNA of all creatures. That part of the weapon did its job very well and now the defect was passed from parent to child long after the original viral carrier had died out in the wild. In short, the effect was that any creature that went through puberty was subject to having its DNA re-written. Sometimes the changes were small or even non-detectable. Sometimes the changes were massive, like with Ben, his little sister and their father. In rare instances, even now, they were fatal.

Society’s attitude, most of society anyway, was that the changes were accepted as a normal part of growing up, like acne. Only in a small percentage of the population were the changes looked upon as being a punishment from God for unclean thoughts or deeds.

For the most part, this minority was looked upon as a group of nutters that were more annoyance than anything else. That was, unless you lived in Kansas.

Ben was brushing his teeth when Angel finished, flushed and put the steps in front of the sink so she could wash her hands. Ben automatically made room for her. She finished in the sink, stepped down and looked around. Quickly she swiped both her hands on Ben’s large, hairy thigh and bolted out the door giggling.

Ben sighed, having become used to Angel’s antics long ago. The teen finished and headed to his room.

“We have an appointment at the University this morning, Ben.” Molly called out from the kitchen.

“Okay Molly,” Ben replied, carefully walking up the steps to the loft he shared with Angel and James his older brother.

Molly ran into Sarah in the kitchen. They exchanged greetings and good morning hugs. Molly was another change in the Sanderson family. Sarah’s husband, Jacob, had morphed into a tall, massive equine hybrid after an explosion at a research lab he had been visiting to work on DNA testing equipment. Molly was also an equine hybrid and able to accommodate Jacob’s greatly increased size and strength.

Jacob and Molly met at the college where she worked as a research assistant and vet tech. A few hours after their initial meeting, Jacob was helping Molly defend herself from a pair of attackers in one of the college’s many parking lots. Jacob carried her to his home, instead of her college dorm room when she felt ill in the aftermath of the attack.

Sarah, a nurse that ran a private home health care business, treated Molly for her mostly minor injuries. Sensing a way out of the dilemma that MORFS had delivered to her and her husband, she talked Molly into staying with them. Sarah beat her husband over the head with the idea until he agreed. It didn’t take much, Jacob being a well-trained husband after all.

Jacob Sanderson had more than enough love in his heart for both women and his family. Ducking the ceiling fans and lights as he walked into the kitchen he stopped to give Sarah her customary morning hug, just a lot gentler now than before, then moved on to Molly who’s equine hybrid body was able to take Jacob’s bone crushing hugs without harm.

Grabbing his computer tablet and briefcase, Jacob was out the door and on his way to work. Sarah put all her dishes in the sink and then headed to her office to do what she needed to do to run her business. Molly cleaned off the breakfast bar, got the kitchen cleaned and made sure that Angel wasn’t getting into trouble.

“Ben!” she called up to the second floor, “it’s time to go!”

“Okay Molly!” came Ben’s reply. The teen was downstairs a minute later.

Molly poked her head in Sarah’s office, letting her know that they were leaving and would be back by supper.

The drive into Athens, to the college campus was uneventful. Molly guided her upsized hybrid into her normal parking place in the general parking lot and turned off the engine.

When she didn’t move, Ben looked over at Molly. Her hands remained clamped on the steering wheel, shaking so hard that the wheel rattled against the steering lock.

Ben put a large hand on her shoulder.

“Molly? You okay?” he asked quietly.

“I’m fine Ben.”

“I wouldn’t call shaking like a leaf fine.” Ben said; the concern for her plain in his voice.

Molly looked over and smiled at her adopted son. Ben wasn’t a typical self-absorbed teen who seemed to be perpetually hooked into some holovid or completely disengaged from everything going on around them.

“This is where I was attacked. It’s just bad memories coming back to the surface.”

Ben nodded. He got out of the car and walked around to Molly’s door and waited for her. Together they walked across the large University of Georgia satellite campus to the Physical Education department building. Molly felt positively Lilliputian next to the beefy teen. It seemed that MORFS brought out the big and tall in the Sanderson men. Ben’s father stood an amazing eight feet tall after his change. With Ben escorting her, Molly felt safe. Her fear of more attackers receded as they made their way towards the indoor sports complex. Once inside, Molly introduced Ben to the senior instructor at the complex, Brad Charter.

“Little Benny here morphed recently.” Molly winked at Ben. “The MORFS Center did all their standard testing, but that was almost two months ago. Ben has some concerns that we hope you can answer for him.

“Nice to meet you, Ben,” Brad said while looking over the tall teen. He stuck his hand out and he and Ben shook hands. “What’s the concern?” he asked.

“It’s like Molly said, I got morphed not too long ago.” Ben said quietly. “Since then I’ve grown a couple of inches and added over one hundred pounds in weight.” Ben lifted his shirt to show off his washboard abs and broad, well defined chest. “I don’t know where it went. The MORFS Center won’t re-test me unless there is something wrong. And this isn’t something I want to go see a doctor about unless something really is wrong.”

The instructor smiled appreciatively at the teen’s well developed body and barely resisted the urge to run his hand over the boy’s hard chest.

“We can do all the non-invasive testing you want.” Brad said. “We have weights, a pool, running track and a host of measurements that we can take. Where would you like to start?”

“The pool sounds good.”

Molly and Ben said their goodbyes as Molly had to get to work at the project barns. She would be back later in the afternoon to get Ben when she was done for the day.

Brad walked Ben towards the locker room until the boy suddenly stopped and told Brad that he didn’t have anything to swim in.

“You don’t swim, Ben?” Brad asked.

“I do, we have a pool at home. Most of the time, we don’t wear anything. And since my change, I haven’t replaced my trunks.”

“I think we can do something about that.” Brad said.

They walked back to the office. Brad gave the boy an appraising look, guesstimating his size. He opened a bin and flipped through a number of packages inside. Pulling one out Brad handed it to the teen.

Ben took the bag and eyed the tiny scrap of Bulldog red cloth it contained then looked at Brad, lifting an eyebrow.

Brad smiled at the precious look on the young man’s face. “It should fit. The briefs are made to stretch and will feel different than the trunks you’re used to. Racing briefs are cut differently to reduce drag in the water. Don’t worry, it covers all the bits and no one will give you a second glance.”

Fifteen minutes later, Brad went in search of the teen. He found Ben staring at himself in the full length mirror at the far end of the locker room. From the expression he could see in the mirror, it wasn’t vanity that drove the teen’s self-inspection. It was like he was trying to reconcile what he saw in the mirror with the self-image he had of himself. Not that uncommon anymore given that the percentage of the population that had been affected in some way by the MORFS epidemic was growing each year.

Brad let his gaze wander over the large man, picking out details as he scrutinized his charge. The first was the most obvious. The teen had a powerful, well-muscled body. The outlines of defined muscled clearly visible under the tanned skin. Electric blue hair flowed in a mass from his head to mid back.

Looking lower, Brad’s eyes widened in surprise at what the racing brief covered. It might as well have been a coat of paint for all it did to conceal Ben’s build below the waist.

Brad’s mouth watered as he stared at the boy, no, wrong word, the man. Even after talking to him briefly, he knew Ben was more mature than some of the students attending the college, even more so that some of the overgrown children on his staff.

The manager looked up and caught Ben’s eyes in the mirror. He could feel the heat rise in his face at being caught staring. He looked back at Ben’s face and had a hard time deciphering the expression. It could almost be called curious.

Ben turned and walked towards Brad. It was a smooth walk, fluid, graceful. Brad mashed down the lascivious thoughts that filled head and led the teen out of the locker room, hoping Ben wasn’t a mind reader as well.


They walked to the shallow end of the pool, the side farthest away from the locker rooms. Ben felt like a side of beef on display at the market, but the few men that walked past gave neither of them a second glance. Ben caught himself looking at Brad’s compact ass through the slacks the gym manager wore as they walked and felt his face flush hot with embarrassment.

The teen jumped into the pool as soon as they reached their destination, surprised that the pool was heated.

Brad stood on the edge of the pool and explained the test to Ben. He pointed to the far end of the pool. “Using a racer’s crawl stroke, go to the far end, touch the wall and return as fast as you can. Ready; GO!”

Ben pushed off and quickly swam for the far end of the Olympic sized pool. Kicking off from the far end, he returned, touched the wall and stood up.

“Good, exactly what I wanted.” Brad told the young man. He made Ben repeat the test using several different strokes.

The next test was lung capacity. Brad had him do a deep breathing exercise to super-oxygenate his blood then handed him a weight belt and told him to sit on the floor of the pool for as long as he could. Brad started the timer when the teen submerged.

Ben sat on the bottom of the pool with his eyes closed and the weight belt in his lap. He had played games like this before, sitting on the bottom of the pool at the house, making the others wonder where he had gone. He remembered when Angel, before her morph, dove into the pool and dragged him out of the water, afraid that he had drowned. Her fear turned instantly to anger when he’d started laughing and she pounded him like a drum with her little fists.

When his lungs started burning, Ben released the weight belt and let himself float to the surface. He turned to face the side of the pool and was greeted by a new face.

Three minutes and thirty nine seconds. That’s an outstanding time, Ben, the girl said mentally. Are you sure you don’t have gills someplace?

“Un, thanks, and no, not that I know about anyway,” Ben said to the girl sitting on the edge of the pool. She wore one of the athletic department’s red one piece racer style swimsuits with a whistle around her neck.

Brad was called to the office. He asked me to take over your testing. My name is Sheri. She smiled. Thank you. I think you’re handsome, too. And no, you do not have to worry about being over-exposed. There are some here that walk around in briefs smaller than what Brad gave you.

“You’re reading my thoughts?” Ben asked.

It’s hard not to, Ben. Your thoughts are very loud, and your fears are even louder. Would you like me to go deeper than the surface? I might be able to help with a few of them.

“You won’t tell anyone, will you?” Ben asked, he looked into her dark brown eyes, trying to tell if she was deceiving him. But he knew she wasn’t. Everyone knew that telepath’s couldn’t lie when they talked to someone skull to skull.

I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to. Sheri sat the clipboard and stopwatch on the tile surrounding the pool and slid into the warm water. It’s one of the rules of telepaths. What goes on in your head stays in your head. She smiled and giggled.

She took Ben’s hand and had him turn around. She quietly directed him to float on his back as she slid her shoulder under his head. Ben felt her cheek against his ear and the touch of her hands against his back, supporting him in the water. A tremor went through him as he had never had a girl, other than his Mom and Angel, this close before. At school he’d been one of the invisibles, not an outcast, but not accepted either.

Ben felt her slip into his head. He really couldn’t describe the feeling, the words that came to mind didn’t fit right. The closest he could come would be ghost, but not the filmy, translucent specter portrayed by moviemakers. Sheri’s presence wasn’t cold, but warm, comforting.

Close your eyes and relax, Ben, Sheri said in his head. After a moment she ‘pathed again, You have a very full plate.

The guileless humor in her voice and the impression of a smile he felt through their mental link warmed him. Let me ease your biggest fear. It’s perfectly natural to look at a male body and be attracted. It doesn’t mean that you’re gay; it only means that you find some element of that person attractive. What you do is still up to you.

But what if MORFS turned me gay?

What if it did? Sheri challenged and chuckled at the boy’s sputtered response. Ben, there is nothing wrong with being gay. It’s not a bad thing, it’s not a good thing, it just is, like your blue hair or pretty violet eyes. Quietly she nudged him to stand up again. He turned to face her and almost automatically his arms went around her waist, supporting her in the deeper water. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she drew herself tight against his muscular body. Lifting her body with her legs, she leaned in and gave him a slow, sinuous kiss. Ben recovered from his shock quickly, returning the woman’s open mouth kiss.

Ben slid his hands down her body to cup her swimsuit covered bottom. He pulled her even closer. There was no way she couldn’t feel Ben’s erection straining the seams of his borrowed brief. The man slid a hand under the swimsuit, against the bare flesh of her firm bottom.

Ben!

He felt her growing passion in his head, knew she was building towards a powerful peak. Using one hand to cup her bottom, drawing her tighter against his throbbing erection, he moved his other hand out from under the swimsuit and this time cupped her breast, thumbing her hard nipple through the thin material.

The bang of a door echoed across the pool, instantly shattering the mood. Sheri backstroked away, opening a space between them. Ben’s cock wilted, some from the sudden temperature change, mostly from embarrassment, having almost been caught kissing the woman.

After a moment and when no one walked into the pool area, Sheri closed the gap between them, wrapping her arms around the man. She pulled herself up for a quick kiss then buried her head into juncture of his neck and shoulder. Ben’s scent filled her with a warmth she’d not felt before, it was comforting and exciting at the same time. Having his arms around her touched something inside her on a very primitive, primal level.

That was... Ben started.

Close? Sheri finished with a smile. I don’t think you have to worry about being gay.

The pair completed one more test before they climbed out of the pool. Sheri found him a pair of gym shorts to wear and they made their way out to the sandwich cart in front of the complex. Ben bought lunch for them both and they sat on the ground around the side of the building, enjoying the warm sunny weather.

They chatted as they ate. Ben knew about mind readers, there were supposedly several in his school. But he’d never chatted like this with any of them. Hearing Sheri talking to him with a mouth full of sandwich was going to take some getting used to.

Sheri was from a family of swimmers; her father had been a past Olympic swimmer and then coach for the Panamanian team. A brother, younger sister, and her mother had been slaughtered, seemingly caught in the crossfire between two rival drug gangs near the Canal Zone, while she and her father were at an Olympic qualifying event in Belize. It was after that when Sheri came down with what the local doctors called ‘jungle sickness.’ When she recovered, she could no longer speak, her light, melodious voice replaced by a strong telepathic one.

After a year and a half of being the object of desire of the local drug cartel because of her abilities, she was able to get away, escaping to America and starting a new life with friends she’d made at international swim meets over the years.

I’ve never really been interested in anything that much, Sheri, especially sports. Ben admitted to the woman sitting next to him. Before I morphed I was a total klutz. In PE, the instructor was teaching, well, trying to teach me anyway, Tai-Chi. The other guys got it a lot faster. I kept messing up and couldn’t remember all the steps. Now, I can go through it easily. And at dojo, I can’t work with anybody but the senior students. My fine control isn’t all that great. Sensei says I must be improving since I haven’t broken anyone yet. Ben sighed.

Do you like to fight? Sheri asked.

It’s not why I go. Sensei makes it fun, and I’m learning how to control my strength. I’d fight if I had to, but ... I’m not a jock.

I think you’re doing just fine, Ben. Sheri told him before leaning over and kissing him on the neck. She pushed her nose against his bare skin and inhaled again. A shiver ran through her body. He smelled ... juicy.

The pair collected their trash and went back inside for the rest of the testing.

Brad joined them later in the day, observing some of the weight and balance tests. He watched the young man on the squat machine while Sheri operated the safeties. The man was barely able to hide his astonishment at the weight load on the bar. There was only one other current student that was even close to Ben’s capability. Brad was more than a little jealous when Ben came out from inside of the machine and had eyes only for Sheri.

Why were all the hunks straight? Brad thought as the pair moved off to the next machine.

It was late in the afternoon when Sheri sent Ben off to the showers and she took the pile of records to the office.

Ben came out of the locker room and made his way to the office. Molly stood outside the door waiting. She gave him a big smile and hug as he approached.

“How did it go?” She asked.

“Okay I think. Sheri and Brad are in there crunching the numbers still. I guess I did okay anyway.”

Sheri walked out of the office dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a red lightweight halter top that emphasized her curves. She hurried to the teen and hugged him close. She pressed a note card into his hand as they broke apart.

Call me, Ben.

Sure. I just got an eCom for my birthday. You’ll be the first number in it, other than family.

Birthday? Ben, just how old are you? Sheri asked.

I’ll be turning eighteen—

Eighteen? I thought you were... She pulled away from him and looked up at his face. I didn’t know I was robbing the cradle.

Her silent laugh brought a smile to Ben’s face.

I’ve been out of the cradle for a long time, Sheri. Ben’s reply surprised the woman, self-assured, but not cocky or arrogant.

She felt the hesitancy in him as well. He was treading into new territory and wasn’t sure of what her reaction would be.

I liked what happened, Sheri. I’d like to do more, but if you don’t want...

Yes! I ... I mean, I liked what happened too, Ben. I ... I’d like to know you better. She was confused about how this man could fluster her like he did.

Ben smiled, then wrapped his arms around her and snugged her against him. He rested his chin on her head while she buried her heawhen they talked to someone skull to skull.

I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to. Sheri sat the clipboard and stopwatch on the tile surrounding the pool and slid into the warm water. It’s one of the rules of telepaths. What goes on in your head stays in your head. She smiled and giggled.

She took Ben’s hand and had him turn around. She quietly directed him to float on his back as she slid her shoulder under his head. Ben felt her cheek against his ear and the touch of her hands against his back, supporting him in the water. A tremor went through him as he had never had a girl, other than his Mom and Angel, this close before. At school he’d been one of the invisibles, not an outcast, but not accepted either.

Ben felt her slip into his head. He really couldn’t describe the feeling, the words that came to mind didn’t fit right. The closest he could come would be ghost, but not the filmy, translucent specter portrayed by moviemakers. Sheri’s presence wasn’t cold, but warm, comforting.

Close your eyes and relax, Ben, Sheri said in his head. After a moment she ‘pathed again, You have a very full plate.

The guileless humor in her voice and the impression of a smile he felt through their mental link warmed him. Let me ease your biggest fear. It’s perfectly natural to look at a male body and be attracted. It doesn’t mean that you’re gay; it only means that you find some element of that person attractive. What you do is still up to you.

But what if MORFS turned me gay?

What if it did? Sheri challenged and chuckled at the boy’s sputtered response. Ben, there is nothing wrong with being gay. It’s not a bad thing, it’s not a good thing, it just is, like your blue hair or pretty violet eyes. Quietly she nudged him to stand up again. He turned to face her and almost automatically his arms went around her waist, supporting her in the deeper water. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she drew herself tight against his muscular body. Lifting her body with her legs, she leaned in and gave him a slow, sinuous kiss. Ben recovered from his shock quickly, returning the woman’s open mouth kiss.

Ben slid his hands down her body to cup her swimsuit covered bottom. He pulled her even closer. There was no way she couldn’t feel Ben’s erection straining the seams of his borrowed brief. The man slid a hand under the swimsuit, against the bare flesh of her firm bottom.

Ben!

He felt her growing passion in his head, knew she was building towards a powerful peak. Using one hand to cup her bottom, drawing her tighter against his throbbing erection, he moved his other hand out from under the swimsuit and this time cupped

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