The Apple Doesn't Fall Far

It was Amy's turn to be surprised by the ferocity of his reaction, and she knew that they should probably take things a bit more slowly, but the intensity of the pleasure and stimulation running through her body as Josh teased her with his tongue while he roughly groped and squeezed her breasts filled her with unexpected and irresistible sexual need, and she found her left hand eagerly reaching over between Josh's legs, avoiding all ceremony herself as she began to instinctually stroke and squeeze the large, twitching bulge encased in his practice shorts. With her other hand, she unfastened her bra to give his hands more direct access to her sensitive breasts, in order to heighten the sensations that were sending waves of pleasure down to her already soaked pussy.

As they continued to make out, lost in sensation, Josh successfully removed Amy's bra and ventured a hand under her shirt to grope her unprotected tits. The direct skin contact and satisfying squeeze of her large, firm mounds of flesh made him even harder, but as Amy continued to grip and stroke him through his shorts, he felt an impending pressure growing in his cock, quickened by the taste of Amy's lips and the feel of her soft body against his as the pace of her hand on his sensitive, straining member sped up.

He grunted and tried to pull himself away, but he had driven Amy's arousal far too high, and she was completely unable to stop herself as she gave a throaty moan against his open mouth in return, gripped his cock even more tightly through his thin shorts, and jerked him past the point of no return. He tried to hold himself back, but she had pushed him too far; he couldn't stop himself from tightening against her hand and then his dick was surging as his large balls tensed and then he was helplessly sending spurt after enormous spurt of thick cum into his shorts in his ecstasy.

As his orgasm ran its course, his head finally began to clear a bit from the thick fog of insistent sexual desire it had been wrapped in, and he was filled with shame over what he had just done, at how completely beyond his control his body had felt the entire time, and at how good it had felt to give in to his urges. "Sorry about that," he mumbled to Amy in embarrassment.

"Don't apologize!" Amy insisted as she scooted a bit closer and pressed her body against his reassuringly. "I'm just glad I could make you feel good like that. Also, it was super hot." Her eyes glistened with unabated arousal, and Josh felt his guilt compound.

"But you didn't get to finish!"

"Oh, don't worry about that! I can take care of it later. I never really used to do anything like that, but over the past few weeks, I've kinda wanted to a lot, and by now I've gotten pretty good at it!" She gave him a wink. "I think it's more important that we try to talk about what's been going on this past month, and figure out what we are, and where to go from here."

"You're right. I think it's pretty obvious that all of this started with that stupid football that dad gave me. It looks like he was right - the football is clearly changing us, and the changes don't show any signs of slowing down."

"True, but I feel better than I ever have before. I have so much more energy, and I'm so happy all of the time now! It feels so good to just not worry about it and go with the flow, and for now, I think that means we explore this new side of our relationship a bit more thoroughly," she said, grinning in anticipation.

"Yeah, I don't know if I want to go back to being just friends, and honestly, I don't think I could even if I wanted to," Josh admitted as the sight of Amy's bra-less tits protruding against her tight shirt already began filling him with arousal again.

"I feel the same way," he was relieved to hear her say. "Whatever is happening to us, it's clearly a one-way street, and I don't think there's much we can do other than go along with it, and see where the journey takes us, taking advantage of whatever benefits our transformations have in store for us along the way." She smirked flirtatiously, and gently stroked a finger up his hardening cock through shorts still slick with copious amounts of cum, before getting up so she could leave before Josh's dad got home from work.

After Amy left and he had cleaned himself up and changed his shorts, Josh thought about what Amy had said. Even though she seemed fine with embracing her own changes and seeing where they took her, when Josh thought about what was happening to him, and his complete inability to do anything about it, he began to get angry, something that was happening more and more often these days. Josh had always been calm and collected when facing problems in the past, but now he was flexing his increasingly powerful muscles in impotent rage at his helplessness to stop the changes that were clearly affecting his body and mind, and those of his new girlfriend as well.

He knew that, eventually, he would have to confront his father about what had happened. His father had given him the football, after all, and thinking back to the conversations they'd had over the past month, it was clear that his father knew something about what was going on with him and Amy. That wasn't a conversation he was ready to have yet, though, and Amy was right - it was much easier to just go with the flow, especially when everything (and especially Amy) felt so good.

Over the next few weeks, he saw Amy more and more often, and, while they still hadn't gone all the way, they had lost all pretense of their earlier attempts at chastity, and went further and further each time they saw each other, each stimulating the other to an increasing number of powerful, satisfying orgasms with their mouths and fingers as they explored each other's increasingly sexy bodies, and they both knew that it wouldn't be long before they could no longer resist the blissful coupling that was becoming more and more appealing to both of them.

School started back a little over a month later. Josh had continued to grow larger and stronger, and his quick grasp of football strategy, combined with a superhuman athleticism that quickly outclassed everyone else on the team, had catapulted him to the role of starting quarterback in two short months, leaving his coaches dumbfounded at his meteoric improvement. And, while Amy wasn't head cheerleader yet for political reasons, everyone on the team knew who the real leader was as she continued to grow stronger, more athletic, and bustier herself with each passing day.

It was shaping up to be quite a senior year.

End of Chapter 1