Amberton Portal 1//Jack Gay 2/The Harris House/The Mystery Revealed
It was a long walk over to the Harris house, but Jack's long legs and athleticism ate up the journey quickly. Thankfully, the distraction of walking fast was enough to finally let his aching dick subside...mostly.
Apparently, Jack was now a 'shower', not a 'grower', and even mostly flaccid, he was still carrying one hell of a lump of meat in his crotch...with two fucking buttons broken out of his fly. He needed to get some new pants, although, the missing buttons did give enough room for his weirdly huge new dick and balls to ride sort-of comfortably.
He didn't think about that too much, though. He was feeling...pretty goddamn weird, physically, and emotionally. He felt...strong as shit, like the first day of football season, when you were at your very best in-shape. But at the same time, he felt this weird, tense pressure, riding in the bottom of his belly. It wasn't that he was exactly horny, but it made it impossible to relax. He felt in great shape, but also sick and jittery.
Emotionally... cripes. He felt...really, really strange about all the sex stuff he'd done this morning. It was... He was totally gay now, he had to be. He would have never believed it, except, well, for all the super hot gay sex. But, it felt so weird, he just couldn't wrap his head around it, it felt like a dream or something... Except for the absolute fact of the huge schlong he was sporting in his pants now. He peered down at himself. Yep, there it was, real as could be, coiled up in his jeans, the busted fly barely covering it. What the.... What the fuck. What was he going to do?
But, at the same time as he was feeling all that turmoil, it was nice to just let shit go and walk, enjoy the nice day, get a little stretch into his legs. Piper would probably be able to figure something out, she was a serious cock-hound, she knew a lot about dicks, and prostates, and, and, Cowper glands, and all that kind of shit.
Jack walked quickly up to the Harris house and checked his phone. He'd made good time, school still wasn't out, and Piper had cheer-leading practice after that. Jack was standing awkwardly on the porch, looking at his phone, trying to decide if he should call her and have her skip her practice, when the door gave a click and swung open.
Slouching in the opened door was a big older dude, five-o'clock shadow and greasy hair so red it had to be real because nobody would deliberately dye their hair that wacky shade. The older guy was wearing a flannel shirt, hanging off his frame like it needed washing, with greasy stains on old jeans, scuffed-up work-boots on his big feet, a red plastic cup slouching in his hand the only bright spot about him, a bleary grin on his heavy-featured face.
Great, it was Piper's creepy uncle, Darryl. Just great.
The older man grinned at Jack, and said in a slow drawl, "Well, don't you just look like you're having a bad day, Jackie-boy. Piper ain't home yet, if that's what you're looking for."
Fuck. Jack plastered on a fake smile and said, "Oh, well, okay, that's cool, I'll come back later...." He trailed off. Shit, he really didn't want to go home.
Darryl eyed him up and down, his green eyes sharp despite the cup of booze in his hand, and he said, "So, let me guess, you've been having one really fuckin' weird-ass day, am I right? If you're here to hide, then come on in, I won't bite."
Shit. Well, in a way, Jack actually was here to hide, so.... Darryl had already turned and slouched off. The tall teen stepped into the house and closed the door, then warily followed Darryl back through the house and into the kitchen.
The older man drawled, "So, kiddo, I'm drinkin' some fine Kentucky bourbon, and you look like you need it just as bad as I do." Darryl sat down his own plastic cup and rummaged out another red cup, then unscrewed a bottle half-full of brown booze.
"Uh, I don't drink, Mister Harris, so...."
Darryl squinted hard at him, green eyes glinting, and he said, "First, I ain't no 'mister', so call me fucking Darryl. Second, shut your fucking trap and take a slug, I'm not fucking blind, I can see you've had a 'big day' already." As he said that last, the big man gave a leer and gestured vaguely at Jack's crotch.
Holy fuck! Jack guiltily looked down, and sure enough, his new fuck-tackle was making his crotch bulge like he had a pair of socks stuffed in there. Jack hastily sat down so his jersey would hide his junk, and awkwardly picked up the cup, the booze sloshing dangerously in the bottom.
Jack gave the bourbon a sniff. Cripes, it smelled like rubbing alcohol mixed with burnt wood shavings!
Darryl eyed Jack with a boozy look on his face, lounging against the counter, then said, "So, let me guess, you woke up with some sick-ass new kinks this morning. And before you realized what was going on, you did a bunch of shady-ass stuff. Am I right?"
Jack didn't trust himself to say anything, so he gave a sort of a half-nod, half-shrug. How the fuck did this low-life know about any of this craziness?
Darryl waited for more, but then seemed to accept that that was all that Jack was going to do and said, "Well, to try and make you feel a little less freaked out, you should know you have company. As far as I can tell, pretty much everybody woke up that way. For example, me. Seems that, among other things, I've got a thing for cucking my friends. I rolled out the house this morning, to meet up with a buddy and run a little side-deal, and so far, I've fucked his wife, and his mother-in-law, and his grandmother. So how's that for a morning, huh?"
Jack sat up straight, his eyes wide, and he choked out, "Wait, so it's you, too?! What the fuck is going on!?"
Darryl gave a rub of his chin, and said, "What do you know about magic, kiddo?"
Jack blinked. Well, in school, they taught that magic was a curiosity, a minor adjunct to physics, with unexplained rules that defied any attempt at analysis. Magic could never be relied on to do anything repeatably, and rarely gave any useful information at all. It was generally so weak, it was mainly a curiosity, used for magic shows and to trick the gullible. There were no spells that could even come close to a gun, for example, and any information that could be gotten from magic was usually easier to get with a computer.
Jack said, "Magic is really weak, right? There's no way it could do something like...this. Right?"
Darryl nodded, taking a swig of his booze, and drawled, "Well, let me tell you kiddo. The big difference between magic, and technology, is that old tech gets worse as it gets older, but old magic is the opposite. Old magic gets better, and better. And I think that some very old magic indeed has gone off over the whole town, and shit is about to get super weird."
Jack opened his mouth to tell Darryl what utter bullshit that was...and remembered that he had a massive dick now, a set of balls to match, and was a gay-as-fuck pedophile.
Holy fuck. The lean teen picked up the plastic cup of bourbon and took a drink.
The booze was like drinking fire and bitter poison. Jack gagged on it, and started coughing, which was a blessing because it distracted him from his predicament. Maybe that was why Darryl was drinking it.
Darryl grinned boozily at the gasping teenager, and said, "Don't worry, Jacko, that shit grows on you. And speaking of growing, I know for a fact that you've been busy doing some kinky shit today, because your pecker is fit to bust out of your pants. You might as well admit it!"
Jack cleared his throat of that horrible crap and glared at Darryl, saying, "So, this is some sort of perverted sex spell on all of us? How do we make it stop, then?"
Darryl gave a chuckle, and poured himself more bourbon. He sipped, then said, "Sorry kiddo, but this ain't a spell, it's a curse. Not gonna be easy to break, because it's old and strong, but also because the magic is bribing us all to like it. That's why your dick is bigger."
"What?! But...but...." Jack spluttered to a stop.
"Yeppers! If you break the curse, your dick shrinks, goes back to how it was, maybe even smaller than before. If you don't do anything else too perverted, it'll stay the same. But, every time you give in to your urges, do something dirty, the magic rewards you. For us guys, it makes our dicks bigger, gives us more sex drive. I've busted a nut seven times this morning, and I'm as fresh as a daisy, rarin' to go again. I'm not wearing my contacts, because I don't need them any more. Hell, I've lost twenty pounds since this morning, and got muscles back that I haven't seen in ten years!"
Darryl looked around the room, going on, "For women, if they give in to their urges, they get hornier, they get prettier, their figures improve. If they slut it up with a dude, they get more sexy tits and a skinny waist. If they butt-slut it up with a dude, they get these tight bubble butts, their tits shrink, they cum easier from their assholes, and their butts grow. If they get all lezzie, they get all ripped and lean, their hair gets shorter and cuter, they get all sexy and butch, all that stuff."
Darryl sighed, and went on, "For us guys, if we get our rocks off with our dicks, we get bigger dicks, we get manlier, stronger, can fuck more. If you're a homo, and you get off on other shit like gettin' your fudge packed or suckin' dicks, then your dick shrinks, but you start looking all girly and sissy and shit, or you get all pretty like a fucking twink, or you get all swole up like them big-old muscle boys, or whatever your kinks are."
Jack stared at the older man, his mind racing. He said, "But.... How do we fix this, man?"
Darryl grinned at him, and said, "Hell dude, I have no fucking idea, and to be honest, I kind of don't want to! I was always a pervert, but this curse, it makes you enjoy your old favorite kinks less, and makes you enjoy your new kinks way, way more. I used to be after your little girlfriend, I'll admit it. Now, though? I still have some of the old 'likes little girls' thing, so sure, trying to bang my niece would be okay. But now I'm a lot more interested in fucking my buddies wives, or hell, their Grandma's. Or hell, maybe Grandad's! Wrinkled old-man ass, that might be my next pit stop, you know? And, if I do that kinky awful shit, I feel better, I look better, and my dick gets bigger! Why the fuck would you want this to stop?"
Jack stared at Darryl's half-boozed-up leer, and carefully set down his cup of bourbon. He wasn't in the mood to drink any more.
Fuck. What the fuck was he going to do? If nobody else wanted to stop this...curse or whatever...
What could he do?
Jack paused, and said, "Wait, you said that if we just resisted our urges, if we don't do new perverted stuff, then we stay the same, right?"
Darryl nodded, peering into his cup, and said, "Yeppers! If you can resist temptation, if you can keep your dick out of all those taboo spots, you'll just stay like you are." The older man looked up and said, with perhaps some sympathy,"Now, that does mean that you and little Piper, well, you might have some rough patches ahead of you. You will be less attracted to her, because you were attracted to her before, and she's gonna be in the same boat. But as I understand it, this curse magic, it's pretty damn complex, as you work your way around with other people who have kinks, you can sort of swap around."
Jack said, "Wait, what, swap around what?"
"Well, you and Piper. Let's assume that she's into chicks now. As she bones more girls, she's gonna get more lean and butch, get that hard-core lezzie look going on. But if at the same time you're able to fuck her, and maybe her new girlfriends, then your influence on her will make her more girly. If you bone her up the ass, she'll get a bubble butt and her tits will shrink and get all perky, but if she then starts banging the dog, she'll get some crazy-ass doggy things, all mixed in. It gets really complicated."
Jack stared. Well, there was...some hope then.... Although the thought of Piper with some girl, or even worse, a dog, was.... Jack stopped thinking about that.
A sudden thought struck him. Jack blurted, "Wait, if my dick grows, if I try to save Piper, how big will it get? It's too fucking big already!"
Darryl laughed huskily, and said, "Well, aren't you just the well-endowed little fella! But don't worry, as far as I know, nothing will grow to be more than twice as big as it started out, and nothing will shrink to less than half. So Piper's D-cups will never get smaller than a B-cup, no matter how much you bang her butt. As for me, I'm up to a ten inch pecker, and that's about as big as I'm ever getting, and I'm really fucking cool with that. If you want to shrink your dink, well, all you have to do is let some dude bone your ass, as long as it's his kink. Your wang will shrink, his will grow. Simple!"
Jack blinked. He had to get fucked to shrink...yeah, no way was that happening. His dork was way too fucking big, but it wasn't big enough to do that, no matter how gay he was. But if he could stay steady like he was, all he had to do was get back with Piper and keep his perverted lusts under control. How hard could that be?
Jack said, "Okay.... Wow. I think.... I think I'm gonna go home. I need to think. Can you tell Piper I'll call her later?"
Darryl saluted with his plastic cup and said, "You got it, champ!"
Jack stood up and gathered his backpack and phone and started to leave, then stopped and asked, "Hey, how.... How do you know all this shit, anyway? Do you know how this all started?
Darryl grinned ruefully into his cup, and said, "Yeah, how about we just not worry about old Darryl too much, okay? You've got bigger fucking problems to worry about, the next few days are going to get really fucking weird for you. Head on home, I'm gonna finish this bottle and decide what I'm doing next myself."
Jack nodded slowly, and turned to leave.
Behind him, Darryl called out, "Hey, Jack! I'm sorry you and Piper are gonna have a tough time, you made a cute couple. If there's anything I can do to help you two out, you let old Darryl know, okay?"
Jack nodded, and left.