Unblended Ch. 06

"Enough," Mrs. LeBeau said. She turned to the coach. "Well?"

"Rhonda's been a problem even before she was Rhonda," Coach said, "I told Mary before: one more strike, and she's gone. And I'd say this is a pretty big fuckin' strike."

"I agree, and I'm glad she finally agreed as well," Mrs. LeBeau replied, before turning to me. "You're certain Casey wouldn't have instigated anything in Rhonda's absence?"

I nodded. "Rhonda was the one making the aggressive moves. I don't say Casey's blameless, but I don't know that she could have broken ranks without Rhonda smashing her face in."

"Hmm." Mrs. LeBeau rested her elbows on the desk and bridged her fingers in front of her face, thinking things over. After a minute, she sat up and straightened her suit jacket. Before proceeding, she reached over and stopped my phone's recorder. I'd totally forgotten I'd left it on the desk.

"Alright. Jo, you make whatever roster changes are necessary. Both girls will receive at least in-house suspension, that will likely be as harsh a punishment as Mary will allow." She turned to me. "Mr. Wayne, while I appreciate you standing up for your friends, your outburst was unacceptable. One day of detention..." I nodded solemnly, it could have been far worse. "...to be served with me personally." She looked at Coach. "I need to discuss terms with Mr. Wayne, if you wouldn't mind?"

"Sure thing," Coach said, nodding. She patted me on the shoulder before she left. "We'll talk tomorrow before PE." She left and closed the door behind her.

"So." Mrs. LeBeau's face softened, and she removed her glasses to fix me with her bright, hazel eyes. "You will report to my home after school tomorrow, I'll give you the address later today. While there, you will do exactly as I say, or you will receive additional days of detention. Is that understood?" Her voice was soft, lacking the snap of authority it normally carried.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied.

"Very good." She gestured to the door, and I collected my things. "Oh," she said as I started to open the door, "please give Miss Peterson my thanks for the entertainment last Friday, I enjoyed the show very much."

My jaw dropped as Mrs. LeBeau confirmed one of the lingering suspicions from the live stream. The period end bell rang, and I made my way out of the office.

*****

"'Ace is exactly the same gregarious, amusing, charming boy he always has been, but it was clear to this interviewer that there was something more simmering just beneath the surface. His actions shortly after our interview reinforced this impression beyond any question: Ace Wayne is a man of distinction and conviction, and the Granite Hills student body is very lucky to have him.' Geez, Ace, are you sure you didn't blow her for this review?"

Tessa was joking, as she knew as well as everyone else at the lunch table that I hadn't, but you could hardly tell by the puff piece on the front page of the Granite Hills Intelligencer. I shook my head in disbelief at Amy Hauser's effusive piece.

"Stop putting the moves on my girl, Ace," Jamie Jay said with a smirk.

"I'm not putting the moves on your girl, Jamie," I responded, "I prefer my ass the way it is: intact."

I was starving and was working my way through my second grilled ham and cheese as I took the affectionate ribbing. I'd been joined that day by Tessa, Jamie, Becky, Laurie Foster, and Melissa Bourne, who'd nervously asked if she could join us and nearly jumped when the girls all emphatically invited her to sit down next to me, then politely gave her some space. We had several copies of the school paper on the table, and we weren't the only ones with their noses deep in print. Say what you will about Amy's journalistic practices, she and her fellow reporters put out a great paper.

"Did you read the editorial yet?" Laurie asked, and I shook my head.

"Amy's usual student council soapbox piece, right?" I picked up my copy and flipped to the commentary section. "Oh, hey! She printed my letter about horseradish on oysters!"

"Crackpot screed, more like," Jamie said, to which I nodded. "I cannot understand why she wants 500 words every other week from you."

"What's wrong with horseradish on oysters?" Becky asked.

"EVERYTHING," Tessa, Melissa, and I responded in unison. Tessa, I was expecting, but Melissa's concurrence was a pleasant surprise. I looked through Amy's usual editorial preceding the student council elections, and it looked pretty familiar. The ending was a little different, harping on "listening to the winds of change" and the senior class leadership needing "a breath of fresh air."

"Yeah, this isn't surprising," I commented to Jamie, "she's just doing her usual fourth estate haranguing of the folks in power. I mean, the leadership hasn't changed for three years, Amy's absolutely going in on that."

"You sure that's all?" Jamie replied. "She's pretty much saying you should run for council president."

"'What the senior student council needs now is not just a leader, but a man of the people with broad appeal,'" Tessa read. I immediately got the implication now that it was being pointed out to me. I'd thought it was just a clever turn of phrase.

"Hard no," I said.

"Come on," Laurie said, "it'd be fun! You could put up posters and then ruin your poll numbers railing against women's suffrage at the debates or something." That did sound weirdly appealing.

"I'd vote for you," Melissa said quietly.

"We'd ALL vote for him," Tessa replied, "regardless of his regressive, sexist takes on women's rights."

"Your guilty consciences may force you to vote Democratic," I said, launching into my favorite Simpsons quotation, "but, deep down, you secretly long for a cold-hearted Republican to lower taxes, brutalize criminals, AND RULE YOU LIKE A KING. That's what would get me elected, and then Kate Baxter would promptly strangle me to death with her bare hands: her entire life has been building to a student council presidency her senior year, and you all know it."

"She's been class president the past three years," Tessa said, "it'd do her some good to let someone else take over."

"That was on-the-job training for her," Becky responded, and I enthusiastically agreed with her.

"But she's so BORING," Jamie whined.

"And that's how you know she's a good administrator," I countered. "A drama-free student council may not be very entertaining, but it's a sign of effective governance."

"You just don't want the responsibility," Laurie said.

"Fuckin' A, I don't. My social calendar is fast becoming completely booked."

As I knocked back the last of my water, I noticed two hands feeling up on me: one on my right thigh and one on my dick. I looked at Tessa, who purposefully avoided my gaze. "Don't get too excited," she said quietly, "I just like fondling you inappropriately." When the hand on my thigh moved up and grazed against both Tessa's hand and my half-hard member, her eyebrow raised slightly. "Seems I'm not the only one."

I looked at Melissa, who was now beet red and biting her lip. The other girls at the table hadn't noticed, and I smiled at her.

"May I help you?" I asked softly. She giggled and quickly removed her hand.

"Aww," Tessa said, "you can keep going, if you want. We share."

"I-I'm gonna be late for Bio," Melissa stuttered, collecting her things in a rush before departing.

"What was that?" Jamie asked. I just shrugged.

"We're not getting any sleep tonight, are we?" I asked Tessa as we got up for class.

"I sure hope not. I need to steal your soul back from Tanya."

*****

The rest of the day passed by pretty briskly, and as I was leaving my last class, my phone buzzed with a text message.

Hey, Ace, it's Trisha. Can you ask your ladies what changes they've noticed since they've enjoyed your special sauce? Dr. Ellison from Mayo is asking.

I shook my head. Dr. Trisha Schneider was one of the specialists I was seeing (in both the medical and sexual senses), and she was incredibly forward in a lot of things. No surprise though, since she got permission from her wife to suck me off the first day we met. I started typing a response when I was restrained by a big bear hug, the massive boobs pressing into my back revealing my attacker.

"Hey, lover!" Tanya said, spinning me around to kiss me, which I immediately returned with gusto. "You heading to the hospital?"

"Yeah. Oh! Hey, question for you while I've got you: have you noticed any differences since we, uh..."

"Since we swallowed each other's special sauce?" She flashed me her brilliant smile as she laughed. Apparently, that sense of humor ran in the family.

"Yeah, Dr. Schneider is asking."

"TRISHA Schneider?!" Tanya asked, and I realized I'd never told her that's who I was seeing. "Like, my aunt Trish?"

"Yes, the one that crashed our livestream."

"That's funny! And super hot, all things considered," Tanya said with a smirk. "She and Auntie Alicia know about me and mom, by the way." I nodded.

"So," I said, moving on, "anything get bigger? Smaller? Things working as expected?"

"Yeah, actually, I lost 25 pounds between Friday night and today, my tummy slimmed down, and whatever it lost went right to my boobs, they've been so full lately."

"You feeling alright?" I asked. Tanya nodded enthusiastically and gave me a quick ticket to the gun show.

"Great! Also," she said, looking around conspiratorially before leaning in closer, "when Mom and I were fooling around last night, I must have covered us with a gallon of cum."

"Damn. Is that unusual?"

Tanya nodded. "I mean, when I get off, it's usually super intense, you know, you've been on the receiving end a few times. But there was so much last night, it felt like my dick turned into a fire hose. It was incredible! Mom and I both loved it." She got even closer, pressing her amazing boobs into me. "I can't wait to show you tomorrow night."

I kissed her again and stole a quick squeeze of her incredible orbs before separating from her. "Me, neither. Have fun at practice!"

I got to my car and fired off a response as I waited for the girls.

Hey! Michiko and Tessa are coming with me, they can tell/show you themselves. Tanya's noticed some weight loss and transferal around her body, and she and her mom observed a substantial increase in her ejaculate volume. There's something else, but I'd like to save it for in-person. After thinking a moment, I sent a follow-up. I'd also like to reciprocate for last time, if there's an opportunity.

OMG, they are so sexy together, that's awesome she told you. Don't worry about "reciprocating", I'm sure we can come to an accommodation. ;) You heading over now?

I texted a quick response as Tessa and Michiko hopped into the back seats. "Driver, you know the way," Tessa said, "I need to address my girlfriend carnally."

"Watch the seats!" I shouted as the sounds of a very messy blowjob started up. "I swear, if you get cum on the upholstery, you're paying to get it cleaned."

"We'll be careful," Michiko breathed, already mostly out of her jumpsuit as Tessa sucked her off. She started playing with her wondrous boobs, lifting one to suck the nipple into her mouth. I turned around and set off, knowing that I would climb into the back to join them before too long and then we'd be late.

They definitely sounded like they were having a great time, and my occasional glances in the rear-view mirror showed Tessa going wild on Michi's girlcock. I took it a little slower than normal, both to give the girls time for a proper tryst and also to not crash into anything. I caught Michiko looking right at me, licking her lips before telling me to keep my eyes on the road. Tessa eventually started taking her time, slowly licking Michiko's entire length before sucking the balls into her mouth. Michiko, for her part, started a non-ending stream of was I assumed was filthy Japanese obscenity, the hentai-like whine in her voice begging Tessa to finish her off even if that wasn't specifically what she was saying.

I was pulling into the hospital parking lot (having arrived miraculously without incident) when Michi finally came in Tessa's mouth. Tessa had her hand under her own chin and was deftly catching the runoff that she couldn't swallow, which I appreciated for the sake of the car. Once I'd parked and Michiko had collapsed back into the seat, Tessa reached forward to feed me Michi's cum. I slurped it all up, and then she drove two fingers into my mouth as I swallowed, letting me suck them clean. I was having the expected reaction to all of this, and I silently lamented my inability to take care of myself before my appointment.

The girls didn't need long to get presentable, and we headed in and up to the clinic where Dr. Helena Morrison, my primary care physician, met us and led us back to one of the larger exam rooms. On the way, as she collected my current height (6' 2", at least that hadn't changed) and weight (198, though I swore it didn't look like I'd gained any weight at all), we met Dr. Schneider, who reached out and gave me a hug. She inhaled deeply through her nose before separating. "You smell great!" she said, and I smiled bashfully for a moment.

"Thanks. Did you dye your-" The novelty of Trisha's now dark purple hair faded as the import of what she'd said hit me like a brick. "Oh. OH SHIT."

"Right?!" she said. "Come on, we need to dig in to this."

"What's so weird about you smelling divine?" Tessa asked as we were whisked into the exam room. A woman about my height with mid-length brown hair in a lab coat and glasses was waiting for us.

"Ace, ladies," Trisha started, "this is Dr. Maggie Ellison from the Mayo Clinic's Adaptive Physiology program. Mags, this is Michiko Sanada, Tessa Miller, and the man of the hour."

We exchanged handshakes and greetings before she patted the exam table. "Alright, strip down, please, we want a quick exam and a fresh sample before we get into the weeds."

Drs. Schneider and Morrison both whistled as I took off my shirt, and everyone approved when my pants came off. We dispensed with the hospital gown for the time being, which everyone seemed to appreciate. Dr. Ellison conducted the exam with dispatch, and as she got closer, I noticed that she smelled a little bit like floral hand cream, but not much else. She was thorough and efficient, and didn't seem at all flustered when we got to the intimate portion of the exam and I was hard as steel. She took a measurement (7 inches even, indicating my body was still making adjustments) and felt around clinically for items of interest, but eventually gave me a clean bill of health.

"Right," she said, removing her exam gloves and handing me a sample cup. "I trust you know what to do with this, but I'd like to observe, if that's alright." Dr. Ellison said it with a straight face, and I just could not get a read on her at all.

I thought for a moment before I felt a smile creep onto my face. "Dr. Morrison," I said, my voice rising a little like it did with my parents, "would you like to give me a hand?"

"Is he usually this smooth?" Trisha asked the girls, who nodded enthusiastically.

Dr. Morrison stepped over and took the cup from me, handing it to Trisha before starting to stroke my length. Her hand felt amazing against my skin, and she leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"Do you really have a crush on me?" she asked in a low tone.

I nodded. "Since I was 14, I love your curves."

It wasn't going to take long to erupt, and the doctor knew exactly what she was doing as she jerked me off. "Ooh, you feel ready to pop right now. Are you going to cum for me?"

"Yes, ma'am!" I whined.

"Good," she replied before thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I felt Trisha place the sample cup at my head as I immediately exploded, Dr. Morrison's lips and tongue triggering a huge orgasm. I screamed into her mouth as jet-streams of cum filled the cup, and she pressed her groin into my hand as she milked me. I could feel her hardness through her pants, and I rubbed it as best I could, wanting to return at least some of the pleasure she was giving me. I could feel Trisha switching cups out multiple times as I filled them before I was finally spent. Dr. Morrison let me go and stepped back, and I saw her raise her hand to her lips before Dr. Ellison stopped her. "Don't ingest it!" she scolded, and Dr. Morrison complied reluctantly, instead moving to the sink to wash her hands properly. I noticed a small glob on my chest, and I scooped it up on my finger before looking at Dr. Ellison.

"Oh, you're fine," she said, "knock yourself out." I thanked her before licking my finger clean.

"Fuck, that's hot," Trisha said.

"One of the many reasons we love him," Tessa said.

*****

"Alright, Ace," Dr. Ellison said, "since you first had intercourse with Tessa, what specifically has changed?"

We had moved into a conference room that the hospital had designated for Dr. Ellison's use, and she had converted it into a combination office and lab. We were gathered around the half of the conference table not festooned with computers and lab equipment, and Dr. Ellison was ready with a fresh notebook.

"Okay. My hair lightened to full blond, and my eyes have changed color from brown to... this." I indicated my eyes, and Dr. Ellison nodded. "My penis has grown, though it's reduced a little since Thursday, and I produce more ejaculate. My butt is also nightmarishly elastic for being a virgin."

"I'll say," Michiko said under her breath, getting a snicker from Tessa and Dr. Schneider.

"I smell great to everyone, but the arousing effect of my, erm, personal odor seems to have tapered off somewhat."

"I don't know about that," Tessa said, "I was about ready to jump on you in the exam room."

"Same," Michiko, Trisha, and Helena all said at once. Dr. Ellison nodded and made some further notes.

"Other than that," I continued, "my body hasn't changed too much. I'm not any taller, and I apparently gained 18 pounds over the past week? I haven't noticed the extra weight at all."

"He's got more muscle definition," Tessa said. "Like, before, he was mostly smooth, which was nice, but now he's kinda got a six-pack."

"Really?" I said. I hadn't noticed that, either. I pulled my shirt up and, sure enough, there was some soft muscle definition where there had been none previously. "Huh! How about that?"

Dr. Ellison noted it down. "Anything not directly related to growth? Have your senses been altered at all?"

I nodded. "I can identify people by scent, sort of."

"What?" the girls said in unison.

"You know how I said everyone smells amazing, but in different ways? That's what I meant."

"What kind of scents?" Dr. Ellison asked.

"Well, Tessa smells like a bakery, Michi is the air after a thunderstorm has been through, my parents smell like a spice rack and Texas pit barbecue, Dr. Morrison smells like strawberries, stuff like that."

"Hmm..." Dr. Ellison chewed on the eraser of her pencil. "Has anyone smelled bad?"

I was about to say no, until I remembered Rhonda in the main office. "Yeah, one person. Burning motor oil and cheap cigarettes."

"I take it you don't like this person?" Dr. Ellison asked.

"She's not my favorite right now," I admitted, and the doctor nodded her head.

"Rhonda." Tessa and Michiko said, again in unison.

"You two been together long?" Trisha asked with a smirk.

"Five years this December!" Tessa said, giving Michiko a kiss on the cheek.

Dr. Ellison continued. "So, I'm assuming you've ingested quite a bit of ejaculate at this point."

I nodded, feeling my face flush a bit.

"No shame," Dr. Ellison smiled, "you're a teenager learning to own your sexuality. Do you like the taste of it?"

"Yeah. Actually, that's weird, too."