Chapter 1

Characters:

Jackson (JP) Paulson: 6’4”, one hundred seventy-pound, gangly, quiet, and reserved eighteen-year-old.

Jefferson Paulson: 6’4”, two hundred fifty pounds, fifty-two years old, quick to anger, alcoholic, sawmill worker. Jackson’s father.

Elizabeth (Eli) Paulson: 5’2”, one hundred fifteen pounds, busty, thirty-eight-year-old homemaker and part-time waitress. Jackson’s Mother.

Jacqueline (Jaq) Paulson: 5’2”, one hundred ten-pound, busty, twenty-year-old daycare worker. Jackson’s sister.

Tanner Pinkerton: 6’1”, strong as an ox, big as a barn, eighteen-year-old football captain, bully to Jackson, Deena’s twin brother.

Deeann (Dee) Pinkerton: 5’5”, one hundred ten pounds, redhead, eighteen-year-old, prettiest girl in school. Caught between her family and what she knows to be right, Tanner’s twin sister.

Jeb Pinkerton: Shrewd and ruthless, owner of the Farm & Ranch Feed & Seed, father to Tanner and Deena, husband to Eloise.

Eloise Pinkerton: 5’5”, buxom, thirty-six-year-old redhead homemaker. Wife to Jeb, mother to Tanner and Deena.

Jacson’s other bullies and friends to Tanner: Wilmer (Wil), Theodore (Teddy), and Fred.

Moria Jones: second prettiest girl in school and Tanner’s girlfriend.

Tina Nguyen: Smartest girl in school.

Mrs. Rosland Stevens: Retiring English/literature teacher.

Ms. Jennifer Ludwig: Mrs. Stevens replacement.

Mr. Robert Vicks: Economics teacher.

Mrs. Candice Stahl: Geometry teacher.

Mrs. Lanna Sprayberry: Government teacher.

Mrs. Cynthia Clancy: Biology teacher.

Ms. Tamara Young: History teacher.

Coach Berry Nettles: P.E. teacher and head coach.

Mr. Delbert Pines: Principal.

I was quiet and kept to myself, I never messed with anyone, and I always did what I was told without complaint. The reason behind that was because my father was a mean drunk and would beat me with a razor strap if he even thought I was going to sass him. When my father would start in on my mother or sister, I would do something to turn my father’s rage towards me, taking the beating they were to get instead.

At school I kept to myself. I didn’t really have any friends to speak of because the other kids were afraid to be seen with me. They were afraid because of Tanner Pinkerton. He was captain of the school’s football team, and one of his other goals in life, besides football, was to torment and abuse me. Tanner and his cronies, Wil, Teddy, and Fred, live to pick on me because they know I won’t fight back. The nickname they gave me was ‘Scarecrow,’ due to me being tall and gangly.

On this particularly cold and rainy day, with a severe storm looming, I was walking home from school when Tanner and his crew decided to have some ‘real fun’ with me. They pulled up beside me on the road and pulled me into the back of Tanner’s truck. Then they drove out past the sawmill to an old development that was never completed; it had the roads but nothing else. They took me to a cul-de-sac in the very back of the barren development where a huge oak tree grew, and once there they stripped me down to my underwear, tied me to the tree, and left me, throwing my clothes and book bag out as they drove off.

Struggling as I may, I couldn’t get free from the bindings. The wind had picked up, and the rain was coming down so hard the raindrops were stinging my skin, and lightning flashed all around me in the ever-darkening sky. Several lightning strikes hit so close to me it caused my body to tingle, but then there was a bright flash and everything went dark. My first sensation was the ringing in my ears and then the pain in my head.

When I opened my eyes, everything was blurry, and I could see light and dark only, so I tried to move but couldn’t. The longer I lay there, the less blurry my vision became, but I couldn’t yet see clearly. I could make out shapes, but not what they were. And that ever-present mechanical humming sound was going to drive me crazy; with its ever-changing inflection, it was worse than the ringing in my ears. I felt sharp pains on either side of my neck, then in each of my armpits, and when the next set of pains were on either side of my penis, that pain made me pass out again.

Regaining consciousness, I could see clearly now, but I didn’t know where I was at, because the room was pitch black, except for the bright light shining on me. I still couldn’t move, and the people I could see around me looked weird; they all had blonde hair and blue eyes, big blue eyes. Their eyes were at least twice the size of normal eyes. I could see clear canisters on either side of my head, about the size of the cardboard piece in the center of a paper towel roll, filled with a pinkish-red liquid substance.

A little further down I saw two more, one on either side of my chest, the same size as the ones by my head, only they had a swirling mix of a silver and black liquid substance in them. I looked down, and on either side of my penis were two more with a white substance in them that looked like liquid pearls swirling around inside them. The canisters all began to empty. I tried to scream from the pain, but nothing came out. I don’t know how, or why, I didn’t pass out, but I didn’t.

When the canisters were completely empty, they moved away from my body and disappeared out of sight from me. I started to hear voices, and they were talking about someone or some thing. Then I realized that someone, or some thing, turned out to be me.

“The male specimen is an acceptable one, but it needed upgrading before it was capable of performing the experiment we need it for.”

“Everything about it was small, except for its height.”

“The power of its rudimentary organic processor has been upgraded.”

“Like everything else with it has been.”

A female walked in naked and stopped to talk to the two that were talking at the foot of whatever it was I was lying on. I knew she was a female by the supersize breasts she had and the fact she had no penis.

“It’s your turn to adjust the specimen’s breeding fluid delivery system to be of adequate size to be able to deposit the breeding fluid as deep as possible into all the female’s fluid receptacles,” one said to the female.

“Yes, yes, we will increase the size of the breeding fluid sacs to a size that guarantees a successful breeding will occur.”

The female climbed up and straddled me, stroking me hard and placing me inside her. I couldn’t believe that this was how I was losing my virginity, tied down, and to a ... whatever the hell she was. She was tight and very wet, and I slipped right inside her. She moved her hips around in circles, and I could feel my penis tingling and getting very hot, and then I exploded, cumming inside her. She got off me and had what looked like cum leaking from her as she left the room.

“We must make the male more dominant and aggressive to make it easier for it to attract and defend the females of the species.”

“It will produce pheromones that attract the females of the species it wants.”

“The pheromones will ensure that breeding occurs between the male and female.”

“Permanent bonding for this species?”

“Yes, yes, once a female has been bred, the female will be permanently bonded to the male specimen and crave the male’s breeding fluid.”

“It’s awake.”

“We must put it back to sleep to finish our work.”

“Then we must put it back.”

“Yes, yes, we must.”

I woke up face down in the cul-de-sac, not knowing how I got free from the ropes that I was tied to the tree with. I got to my feet and found my pants, shoes, and book bag, but not my shirt. Luckily for me, I had my light jacket in my book bag. I got my jacket out and put it on; I welcomed the warmth it provided to me. The storm had subsided enough that the rain no longer stung when it hit my skin.

It took me just over two hours to walk home because Tanner had taken my phone. When I walked through the door, ‘thud,’ I was greeted with my father’s fist to the side of my head. “Where the fuck have you been?” he asked as he swung at me again.

With a loud ‘pop,’ I caught my father’s fist and said, “I’m tired, and I’m going to bed,” and walked towards my bedroom, leaving my father standing there looking confused.

My mom and sister were standing by the kitchen sink with their mouths slightly opened and with very shocked expressions on their faces when I walked past them. When I got to my room, I stripped naked and got into bed. My dreams were of things that couldn’t be real, things like a big-eyed, big-titted blonde who was riding my cock. Wait, why am I thinking that way? They’re breasts, and it was my penis she was riding. I was sweating profusely even though my window was cracked open and it was cold outside, so I got out of bed and walked across the hall to the bathroom for a hot shower.

I didn’t even bother with turning on the light; I just got in the shower and turned on the hot water. The image of the big-eyed blonde kept playing in my head, and before I knew it, I was masturbating myself. It felt so good; I needed to finish, to blow my load, and go back to bed. I painted the shower wall with my spend, then I washed it down the drain, turned the water off, and went back to my room, looking at the clock. The clock read three-thirty a.m. I got back in bed and quickly fell back to sleep, not having any more dreams.

The crowing of a rooster and the early rays of morning light woke me up this time. I got out of bed and walked across to the bathroom to take a piss and shower. It seemed like I pissed for five minutes before I was done. I masturbated again while I was in the shower. This time, though, when I started to cum, I felt as if an electrical current had passed through my entire body. I washed my spend down the drain, got out of the shower, and walked back to my room. I hadn’t noticed my sister standing in the hallway when I left the bathroom going back to my room.

I tried to get dressed for school, but none of my clothes fit. Well, my socks still fit me. I walked to the kitchen, and my mother turned to see me standing there, which caused her eyes to widen as she covered her mouth with her hand and gasped.

“Mom, none of my clothes fit me for some reason.”

“Well, let’s see if your father has any clothes that will fit you.”

My mother quickly found some of my father’s clothes that were school-worthy before leaving me to get dressed in her bedroom. The blue jeans my mom had picked out were a little tight in the crotch but otherwise fit me. She had picked out a dark green polo that, as it turned out, looked good on me. I walked back to my room, put on my sneakers, and decided they didn’t look right with what I was wearing, so I put on my Ariat lace-up boots, which were a much better match for what I was wearing.

When I walked back into the kitchen, my sister, who was sitting at the table eating her breakfast, dropped her fork with a ‘clank’ onto her plate and said, “Holy shit!”

“Watch your mouth at the ... oh my!” my mother said as she turned to see me standing there.

I sat down at the table and started to eat my breakfast, and it was after I’d taken a couple of bites when I noticed my mom and my sister staring at me. “What?” I asked them.

“Nothing,” my sister said, and went back to eating her breakfast.

“It’s nothing, sweetheart; finish eating your breakfast,” Mom said to me.

Mom sat down at the table, where I could see her and my sister exchange glances with each other, and then they would both look towards me. There was a scent in the air, one that I never had smelled before, and I liked it. I took in a big inhale, and there was not one, but two, scents in the air. They were musky and sweet like honey, and I definitely liked them. When I finished eating, I got up, rinsed my dishes, and then put them in the dishwasher.

I went to my room to get my book bag and found it to be soaking wet. It was a good thing that it had a waterproof lining; otherwise, everything in it would have been ruined. I took everything out of it and hung it on my closet door to dry out. I needed something to carry my books and things in, so I grabbed the old, all-leather courier bag that had been given to me by our mailman a couple of years ago and put my stuff in it.

I slung the bag over my head and shoulder, tucked it under my arm, and went back to the kitchen, where my mom and sister stopped talking as soon as I walked in the room and smiled up at me. The scent was even stronger now, and, for some reason, I was getting an erection. My pants became more constrictive, and I had to adjust myself to keep from hurting. I walked out to catch the bus like I always do, but after I had been standing there for about five minutes, my sister came out of the house.

“Come on, JP, I’ll give you a ride to school,” she yelled at me.

“Okay,” I said, wondering why my sister wanted to give me a ride to school.

“Hurry up and get in!” she said excitedly.

I jogged over, got into the passenger seat, and put on my seatbelt. Sniffing, I asked her, “Do you smell that, Jaq?”

“No, I don’t smell anything. What does it smell like?”

“Almost like musk and honey,” I explained.

“Nope, I don’t smell anything,” she said after sniffing the air herself.

The rest of the trip to school was in complete silence. What did surprise me was that when I went to get out of my sister’s car, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I swear she moaned a little when she did, so, for shits and giggles, I kissed her on her cheek. “Have a good day, Jaq,” I told her as I got out of the car and walked towards the entrance of the school. I heard a honk from behind me and turned to see who had honked. Seeing that my sister hadn’t moved yet, I saw that she had a weird look about her. The other car honked again, which caused my sister to pull away.

As I walked to my locker, I could hear the other students’ giggles and whispers, with some even pointing at me when I walked past them, and I thought I saw some have a look of wonderment on their faces. The sneers, giggles, and hushed conversations didn’t bother me; the looks of awe, or even, maybe, the shock on some of the faces of my fellow students, made me smile inwardly.

As it would have it, the moment I opened my locker, it slammed shut from the hand of Tanner Pinkerton pushing on it. “What do you want, Tanner?” I asked.

“You must be some kind of magician to get out of the ropes you were tied up with,” he said accusatorily to me.

“Not a magician, you and your guys are just morons and don’t know how to tie a knot,” I said to him with a smirk.

“Is that so?” he asked me.

“Yeah, pretty much,” I said. And then I turned to look at Tanner, well, look down at him; he was a few inches shorter than me, as he stepped closer to me, and I could see my phone in his shirt pocket.

“What’s going on here?” A male voice called out from down the hall.

When Tanner turned his head to see who had called out, I took my phone from his pocket. Tanner tried to take my phone back, but Mr. Vicks was right there before he could. Mr. Vicks reminded me of those clowns you see at the circus, the ones with a tiny head, arms, and legs, with the large round torso; that was Mr. Vicks.