Chapter 1

Prologue

The Queen lay in a hospital bed. The computers and machines that sustained and monitored her health were discretely out of her sight behind cloth partitions. The bed was covered in luxuriously soft sheets and blankets, but it was still a hospital bed and she was gravely ill. Anyone who didn't know her, and urged to guess her age, would have said that she was perhaps fifty at the most. They would have been wrong, very wrong. That was understandable. Even on her death bed she was beautiful. Her hair was a rich blend of gold and silver. Her eyes and skin were clear with only a hint of wrinkles. In truth, she was well into her second century of life.

Around her were fifteen women, each more beautiful than the next, all wealthy. Only one could be called a celebrity. She had built a modeling career into a media empire. The rest, while super model worthy in their looks, were more discrete. They hid their riches behind foundations, companies or husbands. They had the Queen to thank for their positions in life. Most likely, they would have done well on their own, but the Queen's gifts of enhanced looks, brains and the ability to influence the thinking of others had enriched them immeasurably.

With the touch of a button, the Queen adjusted her bed into a more upright position and cleared her throat. "Ladies, we haven't met like this very often. That's just as well. I can feel the room about to burst with A-type personalities and egos." That elicited a chuckle or smile from each of the women. "I've met with each of you in private and made all the preparations I know. I'm saying goodbye now to you collectively while my mind is still clear. Beverly is about to give me something to ease my aches and pains. I can only hope that she doesn't turn me into a blithering idiot." There was another round of polite amusement. She held out her arms. One by one the women came to her. Endearments were murmured, kisses were exchanged and tears were shed. It took almost a quarter of an hour, but then the room was empty except for the Queen's doctor, Beverly Fisher, and two nurses, they too were amazingly beautiful women.

"Are you ready?" asked Beverly.

"Let's do it," the Queen said. Her words were terse, but the sudden weakness in her voice told the doctor that she was ready for the sweet, near oblivion of the painkillers. Dr. Fisher nodded to one of the nurses. The nurse turned to a keyboard and began to type.

"I'll be right back," Beverly said. She was nearly at the door when an alarm sounded. She turned and strode quickly back to the bed. One nurse had cleared the partitions from around the bed and the other was pulling a heavy cart full of medical equipment into place.

"I hadn't begun the drip," said the nurse as she squared the cart with the bed. "I was still in prep."

The doctor stood rigidly with her arms at her side as if afraid to move. "No resuscitation. She said that to at least a dozen of us." The Queen's eyes were closed; she looked as if she had simply dozed off.

"It's too soon," said the other nurse; tears of frustration trailed down her cheeks.

Susan took the Queen's hand as she and the nurses watched the indicators on the monitor fall into the danger zone. The Queen's magnificent bosom rose for the last time and then fell with a long sigh. Susan turned off the alarm. "Note the time of death, I'll tell the others," she said. She went to the door and stepped into the tastefully decorated sitting room. Most of the women were still there; they stood chatting in small groups. "Listen everyone," the doctor said sharply. When the room quieted she said, "The Queen has passed."

One of the women shouldered her way forward and said, "You said she might linger for weeks."

The doctor shrugged ruefully, "To begin with, she was almost one-hundred fifty years old and looked to be a healthy forty something. No doctor has experience with that kind of physiology. Secondly, she was in a lot of pain, but she refused treatment so that her mind could stay clear. You heard her say so herself." She shook her head. "I believe she made it through this last month on force of will. I think she simply let go when she thought she'd accomplished everything she could." Murmurs of disbelief and sorrow began to fill the room. The doctor had to raise her voice to say, "Ladies, while you are all here, you might as well witness the opening of the safe."

The women filed back into the Queen's chamber. It took a minute to get them focused not on the Queen, but on three paintings which hung on the wall opposite her bed. An art expert would have said that the painter had captured Salvador Dali's technique brilliantly. Actually, Dali had known the Queen and had been thrilled that she had accepted the priceless art work as a gift.

The doctor went to the center painting and pulled on the frame. It swung away from the wall on hinges to reveal a safe. It didn't have a dial or keypad. The doctor unlocked it at the simple downward pull of a handle. She then put her weight into pulling the handle and the door swung open slowly to reveal how ridiculously overbuilt both it and the walls of the safe really were. Metals of a strength and density that only the military bothered to work with had been used in its construction. The safe was about eight cubic feet of metal surrounding a volume of space barely four inches on a side. The doctor plucked a penlight from the pocket of her lab coat and illuminated the safe's interior. The only thing to be seen was the dull metal of the safe.

"It was worth a try," the doctor said. "Clearly, it doesn't simply move through the air when its owner passes on." She held out the light to a tall brunette beauty standing close by. "Here, take a good look and pass it on."

A startled gasp from behind the knot of women made heads turn. Eyes wide, one of the nurses pointed to the Queens body. "It's happening," she cried. "The priapism is happening."

As the word went around the room, the women once more gathered around the Queen's death bed. The blankets that had covered the Queen had been swept away to reveal her elegant ivory nightgown. Her magnificent bosom was stilled, but the tent pole bulge between her legs was still rising.

"It's a miracle," said one woman.

"I've heard this happens to men when they die," said another.

"Only to a very few under rare circumstances," said the doctor. Underneath that silky gown was a cock of length and girth that human males could only dream of. All of the women in the room had fucked it, sucked it and worshiped it. Susan looked around. Despite the solemnity of the situation, she could see that some of them were becoming aroused. She stepped behind a young woman with short, blonde hair. "Sandy," the doctor whispered urgently, "get them moving before a damn orgy breaks out," she whispered.

Sandy spent her days doing national security work for an agency that she was very reluctant to name. She was a cute blonde who looked too young to have any such responsibilities. Her bite was much worse than her bark, and her bark could be damned effective. She cleared her throat and said in a clear, demanding voice, "Alright ladies, there's a plan in place, let's work it. There are funeral rites to be performed. The Amulet, according to the "Book of Power," has been put back into play who knows where. We need to find it before the men."

The Aussie soprano of a woman who had flown her own business jet halfway around the world to be there said, "Men? I thought they were ... uh ... out of the game, so to speak."

"We don't know that for certain," Sandy said.

****Jason:

It began when I was fifteen. We were on a scouting hike. As usual, I was bringing up the rear of our group of a dozen boys and adult leaders. I was tall for my age, but I was kind of fat and out of shape too. It was hard for me to keep up. Anyway, we stopped by a little creek, a trickle of water really, to rest. I had to pee so I told the scout leader what I was going to do. I walked up the creek until I was behind some trees and bushes. I was kind of shy and I couldn't go if I thought the other guys could hear or see me. I did my business and started to walk back when something caught my eye. We'd had a big rain a few days before and the bank of the creek had washed out nearby where I was standing. There was something shiny there that the running water had uncovered.

I slipped and almost busted my ass going down the muddy bank, but I managed to get down to the shiny thing and stay upright. I pulled it out of the nearly dried muck and washed it off in the water. It looked like something I would see on my mom's charm bracelet. It was about the size of a dime, only thicker because it was inside a convex bubble of glass, although I don't think the thing was actually made of glass. Despite the fact that it had been buried in sandy soil, the covering was clear as water, not a sign of a scratch. I had to get back to the group, so I stuck it in my pocket and made my way down the creek. The guys gave me hell about holding them up, so I didn't feel like showing them my find.

When I got home and pulled the stuff out of my pockets, I remembered the charm – as I now thought of it. Now I had time to take a good look at it. When I held it in the light and turned it just right, I could see the figure of a man with his arms and legs outspread. Later, I would discover that it looked like that Da Vinci drawing. You know, it's the one where a man has his arms and legs spread inside a circle. Only in the charm, the male figure had a big penis hung between his legs. When I turned the charm over, I saw a female in the same pose; she had some really nice tits. The guy's dick was so big it looked as if it was hanging between her outspread legs also. There was a sort of holographic effect. The two figures looked three dimensional and, standing back to back as they were, seemed to take up more room than the charm possessed. I thought the thing was pretty cool so I tossed it in with my change and carried it around like a lucky penny.

About a week went by and my body began to change. I know, it might have been a growth spurt due to puberty, but this was different. For the first time in my life I had to tighten my belt to keep my pants up instead of let it out to allow for my expanding stomach. My shorts didn't dig into my crotch any more, and my shirts weren't as tight across my stomach. Being a guy though, the thing that really got me was the change in my dick. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but it sure felt thicker as well as longer when I jacked off. I had been doing that for a couple of years now, and I was well acquainted with how much semen I produced and what it looked like. But like I said, changes were being made. Now when I jacked, twice as much came out and it was thicker and creamier.

"Jason, are you feeling alright?" my mom asked me at dinner one night.

"I'm okay," I told her.

"You're looking thin ... well, thinner, I guess." She looked at the second helpings I had heaped on my plate. "I don't see how though. Heaven knows there's nothing wrong with your appetite."

I guess I'd better introduce the family. We're the Parton family. There's Mom, Abbey; Dad, Walter – both in their mid-forties. My friends tell me that my Mom is a babe. They're right. She has sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and a great figure. Dad's a good looking guy, but he's already working on his middle-age paunch. Working in an office until all hours doesn't help. He's a financial advisor and invests the money he gets from his clients, plus the funds we get from a trust fund that my grandfather had set up years ago. We're not really rich, but we have a nice house and nice cars. Dad drives an Audi sports car and Mom has a nearly new Explorer SUV. Eighteen year old Bridget, my older sister, drives Mom's old Camry. Bridget has Mom's good looks, although she doesn't have her figure, and she has dad's dark hair and eyes. She and I were close for a long time. But when she started middle school, she became one of the cool kids and I was out. Mom told me to give her space and one day she'd realize what a good brother I am. Well, that's the theory, for now Bridget and I just ignore one another. My younger sister is Maddie – well, Madeline, but no one calls her that. She was born almost exactly a year behind me; we share our birthday parties. And we don't mind that; we're buddies.

So, back to my dick ... I mean all these freaky changes in my body. By the end of the month, my pants were practically falling off me. And yes, I swear my dick was getting bigger. I guess losing all that fat meant that maybe I could simply see more of my dick, but I swear it was growing. So one morning I decided to measure. I got a ruler and locked myself in the bathroom. Just going about that business gave me a hard-on. I laid the ruler on top and pushed it lightly against my groin. It measured out at six and a half. I went to the Internet and found out that my dick was already at least as long as the average grown man. This was getting interesting.

Alright, alright, it took me a while to realize that the changes had started when I picked up that charm. Nobody ever claimed that I was the brightest bulb in the light fixture. And did I really think the charm had anything to do with it? Well yeah, I can believe in magic or alien technology or something like that. I figured that I should put the charm to a test, but I wasn't sure how. If I simply stopped carrying the charm and the changes stopped, then that would be pretty good proof. But, if I could get the charm to affect someone else, that would be even better.

I decided to put my theory to a test. I went into Maddie's room and put the charm under her mattress. At fourteen, puberty was not being kind to her. She had the acne and the periods, but she had no tits at all. Oh she wore training bras, but I'm pretty sure she didn't have anything to train. She wasn't exactly fat, but there was nothing womanly about her shape. If the charm worked, I thought that she would welcome the changes. Yes, I know, I'm an idiot. The charm might have been something really dangerous, radioactive or something, but that idea simply didn't enter my mind.

I didn't have to wait long. Her waist began to narrow and her hips began to appear within a couple of weeks. I was most interested in the change to her chest of course. I kept my mouth shut about it until I went to visit her room one night.

"Are you wearing a new bra?" I asked her when we were alone.

"Are you sure it's my bra you're asking about?" she said with a laugh. She threw back her shoulders to emphasize her new lumps.

"Caught me, but you have to admit, suddenly you have a figure." I said.

"Thanks, Mommy was surprised. I went from completely flat to a triple-a cup practically overnight. Plus, I've got an ass too" she said with a grin.

"I think you lost some weight too," I suggested, trying to see what she'd say.

"Yeah, you too, you know. Mom's wondering if it's something we're eating."

"We're eating what we always do," I said. "and she usually tells us it's too much."

"She said something about there might be hormones in the water."

"Hormones?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's what changes our bodies during puberty."

"Oh yeah," I said. "Actually, I think I know what it really is," I blurted before I could think about it.

"What?" she asked.

I went to her bed and pulled out the charm. I told her how I found it. "I carried it around for a while," I said, "and I got all slim, and my uh ... penis grew."

She made a face as if she thought I didn't know what I was talking about. She took the charm from my hand and examined it. "So you think this some sort of magic doodad?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I guess." Now that I had to explain it to someone it sounded stupid.

"Or it could really be just be our diet," she said doubtfully. "You do know that there really isn't any such thing as magic?"

"There could be," I protested.

"Well, if this thing is magic," she said, sounding mad, "you stuck it under my mattress without telling me." She emphasized her anger by smacking me on the arm.

"Ow ... hey ... it worked out okay didn't it?"

My sister is smart; I mean really smart. If I wasn't a year ahead of her in school, I wouldn't be ahead of her in anything. She looked doubtful, but then she said, "Look, I'll start carrying that thing everywhere. If my body changes more or faster then we can rethink this." I didn't point out that she seemed really eager to join in my little experiment.

So the weeks of summer passed. I swear that Maddie got prettier. I know that her boobs were getting bigger. Most of her tee shirts were tight to begin with, and now her boobs were stretching the material. Even Bridget, who never paid any attention to anything that didn't directly affect her, said something about it.

My changes didn't exactly come to a screeching halt. My newly enlarged dick would get hard at the drop of a hat. If I thought about sex, or saw a good looking girl, and of course the television is full of those, then I'd pop a boner. Even, and I couldn't believe it, the sight of my sisters and mother would do it. I was making a lot more trips to the bathroom. Sometimes, five times a day, I'd go in there, pull down my zipper, pull out my hard cock, wad up some tissue in my left hand and stroke myself with my right. About two minutes would do it, and then I'd be squirting a load into the tissue. Oh, and the loads were getting bigger too.

I had found the charm in June and now it was the first of August. Maddie came to my room one night. "Here," she said, handing me the charm.

"So, what do you think?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said, "but maybe you should keep it a while."

"Problem?" I asked.

"Damn, Jason, just look at me,"

Believe me, I don't know what she had to complain about. She had become hot, hot, hot. Her skin was flawless; her hair was a lustrous blonde; and as for her figure – well, let's just stay that I had popped wood the second she had come into my room. "You look great, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it," I told her.

I about came when Maddie cupped her tits right in front of me. "I'm already up to B-cups," she hissed. "Mom and I went to the mall yesterday, and these college boys started talking to me."

"What did they say?"

"Kind of like you, they said I was hot and did I want to go out."

I said, "I bet you flirted with them."

She grinned at me. "Yeah, I did. I mean, I'm fourteen and these college guys were hitting on me. They were cute too."

"So did you make a date?"

"Now how would I manage that?" she asked.

I just shrugged my shoulders, but I noticed that she didn't say that she didn't like the idea. Maddie gave the charm to me and left. Left me with an aching dick, that is. I locked my door and whipped out my cock. I was about halfway to a good come, when someone tried to open my door.

"Hey," said Maddie through the door.

I stuffed my hard-on back in my pants and opened the door.

"What are you doing?" she asked suspiciously.

"Nothing," I said, trying to look as innocent as possible – and no doubt failing.

"Uh huh," she said. She picked up a soda can that she must have carried in earlier – I hadn't noticed. Then she gave me a funny grin as she left. She closed the door behind her.

I looked down. I had become big enough to have a distinct cock-shaped bulge in my pants. I wasn't embarrassed; heck, I think I got harder. I locked my door once more, whipped out my dick again and stroked. Mmmm ... Maddie was soooo hot. I backed away from the door about three feet, and my cock erupted. A squirt of cum actually shot upwards into the air and splattered onto the door, and three more creamy shots followed right behind. After that, my stuff landed on the floor. I'll have to admit that I was pretty proud of myself. All the 'exercise' that I was doing, was paying off.

I started carrying the charm again, and I swear the changes came faster once more. I couldn't believe it; I was actually getting a six-pack. I could see the outline of the muscles in my chest and arms too. I hadn't been paying much attention to my cock ... ha, that's a lie. By the end of August, I was up to seven inches. I was still getting off about five times a day, but now there was no drop off in the amount of cum I produced from the first to the fifth time.

School started. I went to ninth grade at Clayton Middle School. Two elementary schools fed Clayton, so a lot of the kids were new to me. We were going to change classes there, so I had to would have to deal with different teachers too. My parents had been too busy to go to any of the 'meet and greet' days for the teachers, and I had never been in the building, so I was kind of lost on my first day.

"Hi, Jason," I heard some girl's voice say. I turned and saw Theresa Wiggins. She was twisting her fingers through her shoulder length brown hair as she looked me over. I'd known her since the first grade. Damn, she'd developed over the summer. She'd had tits last year, but now they were really showing. She was even wearing makeup.

"Hi, Theresa," I said.

"You lost weight," she said.

"Yeah," I said. I couldn't help but straighten up and suck in my gut, which pretty much wasn't there anymore. Theresa was the kind of girl that made guys do that. She wasn't the prettiest girl in my class, but she had a way of smiling and flirting that made her popular. I'd never really been on her radar. Like most of the popular kids, she ignored me most of the time.

"Who do you have for homeroom?" I asked her.

"Ms. Harrell. You?"

"Oh cool, me too," I said. We walked together to the classroom.

Theresa abandoned me for her girlfriends once we entered the room, but that was okay. I saw the familiar face of Billy Choate, one of my buddies, and went to sit beside him. We said hello and how was your summer and all that.

"Have you seen Ms. Harrell yet?" he asked me. I shook my head no. "Oh, dude, you're going to love this," he said. As luck would have it, Ms. Harrell walked in right then. She was a freaking babe. She must have been right out of college because she looked young enough to be a high school student. She was wearing a maroon sweater that was swelled – I mean SWELLED – by her tits. Her tight, navy skirt was above her knees, and showed off her great ass. My dick was instantly hard.

My lunch period class was PE. This was the first year that I had an organized recess. In elementary school, the teacher just handed out bats and balls for self-organized softball games. Now, we were going to have PE three days a week and health class the other two.

We were sitting on the bleachers in the gym when the teacher came in. I knew that Ms. Collins was a woman, but I didn't know what she looked like. I was expecting some sort of gender neutral, short haired, stocky person in a warm-up. Well, she actually was wearing a warm-up, but forget the rest. Ms. Collins was my second babe slash teacher of the day. She must have been six feet tall. Her blonde hair was braided and fell to the top of her ass. Even in warm-ups, you could tell that she had a good ass, too. She wasn't a willowy blonde either. I bet she had D-cups.

"Okay, listen up, guys," she began in a strong voice. She went over what we were going to do for the year. She issued gym clothes for everyone, and then announced, "I expect you to keep these clean. Plus, showers are mandatory after every PE period."

"Are you going to watch us to make sure?" a boy in the back said with a snicker.

"You should be so lucky," Ms. Collins said dryly. "No, but I will have a senior assistant to keep an eye on the locker-room."

I was seriously hard for the rest of school. When I got home, I went directly to my room. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. Damn, but I was hard. My dick had never felt so thick and long. For a fraction of a second, I considered taking the time to measure, but my urge to come was overwhelming. My hand flew up my shaft, bumped over my head and then back down again. The zipper at my crotch scraped against the base of my cock, but I didn't want to take the time to drop my pants. Images of the day whirled through my mind: hot teachers, hot girls, even my sisters and my mom.

"Oh, yeah," I gasped, and then a massive shot of cum seemed to swell my cock even more. A pencil thick stream of white fuck juice arced through the air and landed on the floor. It left a solid track across the floor. I'd never made so much cum. Hell, a couple of months ago, I wouldn't have made that much cum in a week, and that was just the beginning. Six more ropes of hot cum shot out of my dick and then, when the muscle contractions stopped, a big blob slapped down on the floor at my feet.

"Damn," I muttered. I milked my shaft from base to head and another blob drooled down to join the mess I'd made. I stuck my dick back in my pants and made a mental note to measure myself next time.

I didn't want to walk around school all day with an erection, so the next morning I jacked off twice. Neither load was as much as what I had produced the previous afternoon, but they were still pretty awesome. It was our first day to dress for PE class. We hustled into the gym wearing our new shorts and tee-shirts. Ms. Collins came out wearing warm-up pants and a school tee-shirt like ours. Of course her shirt had two impressive bumps.

"Okay," she announced, "today we're going to do some fitness tests." There was a chorus of moans. "I know, I know," she said, "but this test is mandated by the state, so we can find out just how out of shape you really are. Now I want you to pair off..."

I got paired off with a guy named Tommy, who I'd never met before. We spread out around the gym. Ms. Collins announced whatever exercise she wanted us to do, and then one guy in each pair would do it while the other one counted repetitions. Change jobs and repeat. Ms. Collin's senior assistants, from the next door high school, wrote down the scores. We did sit-ups, push-ups, pull-ups and a running test where we had to run back and forth between lines on the gym floor. Some of the guys really busted their butts. One guy threw up, and then two other guys got sick because of the smell. I was surprised at how well I did, even though I didn't try very hard. I guess it was from losing all that weight and ... you know ... the charm thing too.

Then it was time for showers. There was no place for modesty in our locker-room. We had to undress at our open lockers, walk bare-ass naked across the dressing area and enter the shower room, which was just a big, tiled room with maybe twenty shower nozzles. At that point, my dick was about six inches soft and hung over my swinging ball sack as I walked. I didn't stare, but I checked out some of the other guys as I lathered up. After my big growth spurt (ha, ha) of the summer, I wasn't surprised to see that I was the best hung guy in the class. Some of the boys barely had anything; their packages were just the head of a cock resting on two drawn up balls. Then one of the senior class assistants came in the shower – heck, I was better hung than he was.

A couple of weeks went by before it occurred to me that I hadn't measured in a while. I was alone in my room, so I got my ruler and pulled down my pants. Just the thought of measuring my cock made me hard. I laid the ruler on top of my dick – it was a full eight inches. "Nice," I said to myself as I reached out and stroked my long shaft. I decided to go ahead and crank out another load. I could easily crank out six full cum loads a day now. Sometimes I did two in a row with my dick barely softening at all. I fantasized about Ms. Harrell. She always looked hot in her short skirts. Some days she'd wear these sleeveless tops that were cut low in front. If a guy could manage to walk up to her desk as she sat there, then he could look down her front and see her bra and tits. I know because I'd done it before.

I could feel the pressure building in my balls. I wasn't far from blowing a good wad when there was a knock on my door. I'd taken to locking it most of the time. "Just a sec," I called out. I got my dick back in my pants. My pants were down on my hips. I could see the waistband of my shorts and the head of my dick was above that. I made sure my tee shirt covered everything and then I answered the door. It was Maddie.

"You sure are keeping your door locked a lot these days," she said with a smirk as she came in.

"A guy needs his privacy," I said. "What's up?"

She looked around the room as if uncertain of what she wanted to say. "So, are you still carrying that charm?"

"Yeah, don't you think it works?" I asked her. I lifted my arm and flexed my bicep. The muscle bulged above my arm. You could even see definition; I was turning into the proverbial lean and mean mass of muscle. Maddie licked her lips and ran her fingertips over my arm. I fought to keep her from seeing it, but I quivered at her touch and I swear my dick even poked up further.

"I have to admit that you're looking good," she said. "How about your abs?"

Before I could stop her, she grabbed the bottom of my tee shirt and pulled it up. She found my abs alright, but she also found the slit in the head of my dick looking at her. I didn't exactly fight to pull down my shirt.