Chapter 7: Personal Growth

The next morning, I woke up with a woody. This, of course, wasn't really unusual. After all, I was 13 years old. Any morning following any night that I didn't have a wet dream -- and even some when I did -- I could count on having a rager in my underwear as I rolled out of bed. The usual result of this was that I'd have to stand over the toilet for at least five minutes, waiting for my erection to die down, so that I could take my first leak of the day. It was a ritual I was used to at this point, and not one I put very much thought into any more.

That particular morning, however, something caught my attention. As bleary as I might have been, I couldn't help but notice that the erection in my hand... wasn't mine. Or rather, it was, but not quite. Because unless I was mistaken, this one was an inch or two longer and slightly thicker than the one I'd gone to bed with the night before. It had the same basic shape and color, the same basic feel, and even leaned a bit to the left, just like it always had -- but it was definitely bigger. Whereas before, it might have measured somewhere in the ballpark of 4 inches, now it looked to be closer to 5 or even 6. And while not necessarily pornstar proportions, it was a sizeable enough increase on my small frame that my first instinct was to smile and say, "Cool."

This feeling of well-being lasted only a few seconds, though. Then a sinking dread took over, as I realized that a penis simply isn't supposed to grow one or two inches overnight. So if mine had, then what did that mean? On the surface, it seemed like a good thing, of course. But why exactly had it happened, and whatever the reason, what if there was some bad angle to it that I wasn't aware of? Inescapably, as my mind ran through possible reasons for the "blessing" I'd received while I sleeping, the same name came up over and over again...

Bethany. Or, more precisely, Bethany and Mr. Brannon and whatever scientific strangeness was going on next door. They'd mentioned cloning. Which as far as I knew, didn't have anything to do with making a person's dick get bigger. Still, it was the best lead I had at the moment, so I decided to follow it.

A few minutes later, my erection finally died down, and I took my morning leak. As I did, I noticed that the size of my unit was not only noticeable when hard, but even moreso when soft. Before, it had been... well, downright puny when not erect. But now, it seemed to actually hang, almost as long when flaccid as when hard, like a meaty pendulum. Once again, I couldn't help but smile. This would certainly make me feel far less inadequate the next time I stepped into the boys' communal shower after gym class.

For now, though, it was time to go next door and ask some questions.

It was Saturday morning. My parents had warned me the day before that they'd be getting up early to go to the big flea market an hour away, then after that, to visit my grandmother who lived near the flea market. My father usually volunteered to Grandma's lawn for her, and she always accepted. Which meant they probably wouldn't be back until some time that afternoon.

So after changing into some clothes, I left the house and started across the front lawn toward Bethany's house. Before I'd even crossed the property line, however, a slow-moving car passing by stopped, and honked its horn. "Hey kid," I heard a female voice yell. I stopped, and turned, and saw a white jeep. I focused my eyes on the person in the passenger seat, then went a bit pale when I realized it was Susie Darcetti. Holy shit, I thought. Susie was a cheerleader at my high school who'd just graduated that year. She was a brunette with a killer naughty-girl smile and big tits, and I'd masturbated thinking about her more times than I could count. And there she was, on my street.

"Hello?" she said, leaning out of the window.

"Um... hello," I replied.

Susie turned to whoever was driving, then giggled. "Well, come here," she said.

"Oh. Okay." Jeez, I thought, could I possibly BE more of a dork? I trotted quickly toward the jeep, and as I got closer, saw that Susie wasn't wearing the cheerleading outfit that I so often fantasized her wearing, but instead a red tanktop, which looked just as good, if not better. Also, I could now see that driving the jeep was her best friend, a girl with glasses named Marcy, who wasn't a cheerleader and who most people called "Mousy", for the obvious reason -- she was. Or at least she was by comparison to Susie, who tended to make most guys forget about such plain girls the second she stepped into a room, even when Marcy was standing right next to her.

I stood there, and tried not to look as stupid as I felt.

"Do you live in this neighborhood?" Susie asked.

"Um, yeah, right there," I replied, pointing at my house.

"Does Vic Bradford live on this street?" she asked. I knew who Vic Bradford was -- one of the football players who'd also graduated that year, along with the two girls.

"Vic? No. Not that I know of. I've never seen him."

Susie looked distressed at this. "Shit."

Marcy leaned in, "Is this Jefferson Street?" she asked.

I shook my head. "No, it's Jefferson Avenue."

"Oh, good job," Susie said, smacking Marcy on the arm, then laughing. I got to watch her tits jiggle a bit as she did this. Then she turned back to me. "Do you know where Jefferson Street is?"

"No. Not really. Sorry."

"Shit," she said again, turning to Marcy. "Now what?"

"Um," I said. "I could go inside and look it up on MapQuest... if you want."

"Really?" Susie replied. "That would be great."

But Marcy was fumbling with a map in her hands. "No, wait," she said. "I found it." Dammit!

"Are you sure?" Susie asked.

"Positive," Marcy replied. "It's just a few minutes away."

"Sweet." Susie smiled over at me. "Thanks anyway."

I smiled weakly back. "No problem."

"Ta ta," she said, wiggling her fingers at me as the jeep pulled away.

I felt a peculiar sense of loss. As if there were anything I could have done to change the way things had gone. Like there were some magic words I could have said to get Susie to leave the car and follow me into the house, then make her live out with me all the fantasies I'd ever had about her.

Several minutes later, I was still standing there at the curb, reliving every stupid thing I'd said. Then I remembered why I'd left my house in the first place, and turned, and started toward Bethany's. Before I'd gone even a few steps, though, I saw the front door open. Not all the way, though, and nobody appeared. I took it as an invitation to enter. And after crossing the lawn, I did just that.

Jilly was waiting in the foyer as I stepped into the house. She wore a sexy variation on a Catholic school girl uniform -- a very short red and black plaid skirt, white knee-high socks, shiny black wide-heeled shoes, and a crisp white short-sleeved blouse, tied rather than buttoned in front, revealing not only her belly, but also a fair amount of cleavage. Her light brown hair was tied with red ribbons into two long pigtails, and both her lips and nails were painted a simliar shade of bright red. She wore very prim glasses, but the eyes behind them revealed that she was anything BUT proper. She barely waited for me to shut the door before asking, "So who was that?"

"Who was who?" I asked, trying to keep my eyes in my head while looking at her.

"Don't play coy," she said, grinning. "The girls in the jeep."

"Just somebody wanting directions," I answered, more or less telling the truth.

"Are you sure? You stayed out there an awful long time. And now you're blushing."

"What's your point?" I replied.

Jilly shrugged. "I just think maybe you knew those girls."

"Maybe I do. From school. I've seen them before. But I don't really know them."

She stepped closer, pinning me to the door, just as Bethany had done a few days ago. "Well I think maybe you more than know them. I think maybe you have a crush on them. Or at least one of them."

"How could you possibly know that?" I asked.

Her hunch having paid off, Jilly's eyes gleamed. "You'd be surprised how much a girl picks up just by watching a guy's body language. So what's her name?" She stood right in front of me now, fiddling with one pigtail.

"It's Susie." I stared down into her cleavage.

"Susie what?" she asked, beginning to stroke my arm lightly with her nails.

"Darcetti. She just graduated."

"I see," Jilly said, seemingly very interested. "And was she a cheerleader?"

I nodded.

Jilly rolled her eyes. "Boys and their cheerleaders. And besides that, what else is so great about this Susie Darcetti?"

"I... I don't know. Everything, I guess."

"Her EYES?" she asked playfully, staring into mine.

I nodded, as my dick grew in my shorts.

"Her hair maybe?" Jilly reached up, and ran her fingers through my short hair.

"Yes," I said.

"Anything else?" she asked, taking a step back, reaching for the knot of her shirt.

"Um... you know... everything."

Jilly pulled slowly at the knot, loosening it. "Everything? Like what else?"

"Like... her chest," I answered.

"Ohhh," she replied, grinning, still teasing the knot. "So you like women's chests?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Sort of."

"Any particular kind of chest you like? Big? Small?"

"Well... I like them big... usually."

"Really? I never would have guessed," she said, all too sarcastically, her smile a sly one. Absently, her eyes still intent on my face, my eyes on her chest, she gave the knot a final tug, and the shirt fell open. Not enough to reveal her nipples or anything -- just enough to reveal the insides of her generous mounds. "And would I be correct in guessing that Susie Darcetti is well-equipped in that area?"

My throat started to go dry. "Yeah. Pretty much."

Jilly peeled both halves of the white blouse aside, revealing her large tits fully to me. "And do you get all... hot and bothered when you see them, Sammy?" She let the blouse fall back over her shoulders, to the floor. "Do you look at Susie's tits, and wish you could see them the way you're seeing mine now?"

"Yes." I nodded stupidly. "I do. All the time."

"And does your pretty little boy cock get all hard?"

"Yes." At this point, it was at full mast inside my shorts.

"And do you ever wish you could show it to her?" Jilly ran her nails against her belly.

Again, I answered yes, as the room grew hotter.

"And would you like to show it to me, Sammy?"

"Very much, yes," I answered.

Jilly smiled. "Well, go ahead then. Show me how hot and bothered Susie gets you."

I didn't need any more invitation than this. In less than two seconds, my shorts and underwear were down around my ankles, and my cock was jutting proudly toward the eager "Catholic schoolgirl" in front of me.

"Oh my," she said, smirking. "Am I wrong, or are you a little bigger than you were yesterday?"

Which suddenly reminded me of why I'd come here in the first place. "Actually, that's why --"

But Jilly put a finger to her lips, shaking her head. "Ssshhhhhh. Not now."

"But I don't understand why --"

Then she stepped forward, put a hand to my mouth, and closed my lips between her fingers. "I said, not now. Really, Sammy, you need to just relax and not ask so many questions. I'm guessing that most young boys in your situation would be happy to wake up one morning and find they have a bigger cock than they did the day before." To emphasize her point, Jilly used her free hand to grip my cock, and give it a hard squeeze. A steamy expression crossed her face. "Mm. And what a nice cock it is too. Especially for such a little boy. Much bigger than Kevin's was."

This of course raised a new set of questions for me. But since very little blood was rushing to the head on my shoulders at the moment, I decided -- perhaps wisely, perhaps not -- to ignore them. "Is it?" I asked.

Jilly grinned. "Oh yes. I bet Susie would love to be in my shoes right now." Then she grinned more widely. "But she's not. Which means that right now, your cock is all mine. Isn't that right?"

I nodded. "Yes."

A new voice from behind her contradicted this, however. "All yours?" We both turned to see Carmen, the tall latina woman I'd just briefly met yesterday, standing in the hallway that led from the kitchen to the front door. Her dark hair was wet, she held a cup of coffee, and she wore only a yellow towel wrapped around her, which revealed every inch of her long and shapely legs. "You mean," she said, "you're not going to share?"

Jilly looked somewhat disappointed. "Hi, Carmen."

The attractive latina woman padded down the hall, carefully balancing the cup in her hand. "Good morning, Jilly. And good morning, Sammy." When she reached us, Carmen leaned down, as she had the day before, and gave me an intimate kiss. Then, somewhat to my surprise, she turned and did the same with Jilly. I watched on in sheer fascination as the kiss went on first for a few seconds... then a few more... then a few more, Jilly seeming to melt under the heat of it all the while, her hands clutching weakly at the other woman's towel.

When they separated, Carmen took a step back, and seemed to notice my erection as if for the first time. She smiled. "Well now doesn't that just give a new meaning to the expression 'rise and shine'?" She turned to Jilly, who still seemed to be recovering from the kiss. "Please tell me you aren't planning on making young Sammy stand here with his back to the door all day, when he's been nice enough to bring you a gift like that."