Unblended Ch. 06

"It can't be that simple, though," I said. "It's not just changing them, it's changing them in ways that they want to be changed, like my semen is a blend fixer."

Dr. Ellison nodded. "That's a very good point, but let's address your brain scans first." She pulled out a series of photos, each more vibrantly colored than the last. She pointed to the dullest of them. "Baseline." She then pointed to the last one, which hurt my eyes a little to look at. "When you were super horny. Your brain was on fire."

"Almost literally, as well," I quipped, and she nodded.

"It's incredible. There are segments of your brain firing that should have no business firing under these conditions. Or under any conditions, for that matter!" She sat back, looking at me across tented fingers. "Even the baseline shows unusual amounts of activity in areas related to your senses and sense processing."

"So... what?"

"Ace, I think what we're seeing is a new mutation in the blend process, similar to when hyperactive transformers started appearing 6 months after the initial wave."

I nodded. HTs were those individuals, usually unisex females, who underwent growth that outpaced most normal blended folks. Greatly increased height, weight, muscle mass, and extremely large sexual organs were the hallmarks. You've already met a few such individuals, actually: Principal LeBeau and Donna Mulgrew chiefly, but Stacy Keebler and Becky Addison to lesser extents. The HT mutation wasn't exactly common, but it wasn't unusual.

"So, instead of blending normally or to an extreme, I stay chiefly unisex but get weird superpowers in exchange?"

"That's a gross over-generalization, but until we can identify the new compounds in your ejaculate or how your brain is able to perceive or possibly interact with nearby brain activity, kinda sorta."

"Wait, 'interact'?! Like telepathy? Would that explain why I haven't been getting mobbed by horny girls lately? Now that I know about it, I've been subconsciously putting out low-level 'control yourselves' thoughts until I get horny and then it's 'all aboard, ladies?'"

Dr. Ellison rolled her eyes and smiled. "Again, until we have ACTUAL SCIENCE to explain all of this, sure, why not, Professor Xavier."

I was suddenly reminded of something else. "About Dr. Schneider, she said getting her sense of smell back was different from having her personal blend updated."

Dr. Ellison nodded. "Trisha's always been pretty open about that concussion that killed her ability to smell, but a concussion wouldn't necessarily remove it entirely. After we graduated from med school, we got access to the main imaging lab at Johns Hopkins to see if we could figure out what had happened ourselves. We found that the concussion masked a minor stroke, which caused some pretty severe brain damage in a very specific part of her brain. The kind of brain damage that cannot be fixed."

My eyes went wide. "So..."

"Yeah. Your sperm can do more than boost someone's tits or give them designer hair color. Which is why we need to keep a lid on this until we know more."

"Well," I said, my face brightening, "at least I don't need to worry about unexpected pregnancies for a while!" Dr. Ellison broke into a laugh, high-pitched and fluttery, as she nodded. The world had quickly discovered that unisex and blended genetic structures were different enough that a uni couldn't impregnate a blended person, or vice versa. That meant I wouldn't be fathering children any time soon, which was a relief at the time. Less so later in life, but that's a story for another time.

We started talking about the broader implications and sketching out a game plan: I would continue to say that my body was in the process of blending, but that it was taking much longer than usual. We would ask my friends and family to do the same, and to keep the transformative effects of my jizz to themselves. I would have to tell anyone I had sex with about it, obviously, which meant having to be very circumspect in vetting new partners. Dr. Ellison sympathized with asking me, a hyper-hormonal boy, to use my head instead of my "head," but I promised to do my best. For the moment, we would keep quiet about the rejuvenate qualities, but Dr. Ellison acknowledged that my parents' youthful appearance now made a lot more sense.

Finally, she went and brought my parents into the room and asked her to look over some forms she wanted me to sign. Mom took her time reading the documents through, then explained that they were essentially to ensure I had an appropriate share of any discoveries or pharmaceutical developments derived from my unique physiology. She and Mama signed off, so I signed on the dotted line.

When we left the conference room, we set a schedule for regular checkups on Mondays and Fridays. I thanked Dr. Ellison for all her help, and she thanked me for being a mutant. She also said I could call her Maggie, since I seemed to be on first-name terms with my other doctors and we'd clearly be seeing much more of each other. I went and said goodnight to Trisha and Helena, who were prepping for Helena's overnight study, and they both gave me deep kisses. Trisha said I should give Helena and Maggie invites to the server, and I made a note on my phone to do so when I got home.

We convened by my car to figure out what next. I texted Tanya before saying "I want pizza." That was all I needed to say, really.

*****

"Jesus, Ace!" Mrs. Toretti said as I walked into my favorite pizza parlor. "D'you get the number of the truck that hit you?"

"No need," I responded, "you should see the truck."

My honorary Italian-American aunt laughed as the girls and my parents joined me. It was a pretty busy night at Gina's House of Pizza, and I was glad I'd sent word to Tanya before we left the hospital. She waved us over to one of the bigger tables at the back. I slid into a chair across from her, giving her hand a chaste kiss, as Tessa sat next to me and Michiko sat next to Tanya (they would be together tonight according to the schedule). My parents sat at the other end, Mama moving her chair to sit next to Mom.

"Hey!" we were greeted, and I turned around to see Laurie Foster with a green apron and an order pad.

"I didn't know you worked here!" Tessa said, beating me to the punch.

"Yeah, I've been trying to get Lexi to join me, Mrs. Toretti says she always needs more servers and working the opening shift at the store is killing her. Can I get you all some drinks?"

Tessa ordered a pitcher of the green poison for us, and I wasn't really paying attention to anyone else's order as I turned Laurie's words in my head. I'd worked at Gina's before, and I certainly wouldn't mind working there again if Mrs. Toretti had spots open. Laurie brought our drinks back quickly, and everyone else looked at me when she asked if we were ready to order.

"I'll take a large with as much cheese and pepperoni as Mrs. Toretti is comfortable putting on it," I said, turning to the others, "you all get what you want." I was definitely hungry enough to eat an entire pizza on my own. The girls ordered cheesesticks and some extra-larges to split, and my parents both got pasta plates. When Laurie headed off to put the order in, I excused myself and went up to the front counter.

"What's up, Ace?" Mrs. Toretti called over, her generous chest jiggling enticingly as she shaped dough.

"I hear you're running short-handed," I said, and her face brightened immediately.

"You hear pretty good. How many hours you lookin' for?"

"20? I'm trying to keep my schedule balanced between school, work, and girls."

"Man after my own heart!" She deftly tossed the dough a few times, her powerful forearms displaying an incredible level of control, before laying it out on a pizza peel to dress. I'd seen the action before, and Mrs. Toretti was an artist when it came to pizza. "So, I'm guessin' you'd rather be in the kitchen than on the floor?"

"Yeah, unless you're gonna be on the floor with me," I said, shaking my head at my clear inability to not flirt with attractive women. She laughed, her voice big and throaty.

"I might be, if you're offerin'. I could use you Tuesday and Friday nights and weekends, that work for you?"

That would likely mean missing out on Tanya's games. "I have to check with the girls, and I can't start until Friday, I've got detention tomorrow, but yeah, I think we can work something out. How much you paying these days?"

"Twenty sound good?" That was the other thing about Gina's: Mrs. Toretti knew the laborer was worth his hire and backed it up. Unless it was an excuse to launder money. Which wouldn't have surprised me.

"Satisfactory!" I said. She nodded and told me to come back around after we were done eating and she'd give me some paperwork to fill out. When I got back to the table, I was immediately inundated with questions.

"I asked if Mrs. Toretti needed some help in the kitchen, and she offered me a job." I turned to Tanya. "Would you be offended if I have to work Fridays?"

Tanya gave me one of her soul-lifting smiles. "I mean, it's a little disappointing not seeing my man in the stands, but I think we can work something out to make up for it."

Tessa nudged me in the ribs. "She's talking about fucking!"

"Yes, thank you," I deadpanned.

"Don't worry, Ace," Michiko said, "Tess and I can keep the fan section going." Tanya gasped sharply, and I could only imagine where Michi's hand currently was.

When the cheesesticks came out, I waited until everyone grabbed one before taking two and wolfing them down. They were possibly the tastiest thing I'd eaten all day, but they weren't enough to put a dent in the gnawing hunger I felt in my gut. Tessa split her second and offered me half, and she started feeding it to me when I tried to decline. Luckily, the pizzas weren't far behind, the smell making my mouth water, but I waited until everyone had some before digging in myself.

"So polite!" Mom joked, reaching behind Tessa to ruffle my hair.

"You sure about that?" Michiko asked as I rather ruthlessly devoured two slices of pizza in short order, draining a full glass of soda to go with them before starting in on another two. Gina's is my favorite pizza normally, but that night, I thought Mrs. Toretti had outdone herself.

"It's fine," Tessa said, "he's gonna need that energy later."

*****

Michiko grabbed her stuff out of my car before getting a ride from Tanya, and my parents were going to hang out with the Millers, so Tessa and I would have some privacy. Tessa kept giggling as I carried her up the stairs and into my room (which was way easier than I was expecting), planting kisses on my face and neck. We continued kissing as I placed her on the bed and we helped each other out of our clothes. Tessa audibly sighed as I released her J-cup breasts from their confinement, and she leaned back as I pulled her panties off as well. She was half-hard already, and I couldn't resist taking her in hand and sucking on her balls. They were about the size of ping pong balls, and the moans I elicited taking them into my mouth and gently playing with them indicated my beautiful lover's enjoyment. She quickly reached her max length of seven-and-three-quarters inches, and I started coating her in saliva as I licked and sucked her hardness. I also took a moment to plant my nose in the landing strip at the base of her cock. I thought the black-and-green-striped hair would be ticklish, but it only made me hornier for my girlfriend.

I was already rock hard and leaking precum when Tessa shifted to make room for me beside her. I kissed her deeply before I laid beside her and we began sucking each other. Our 69 was relaxed rather than enflamed, and we took our time pleasuring each other. Tessa's lips felt incredible on my cock, and she giggled and moaned whenever she got a spurt of precum out of me. She alternated between sucking on my head and returning the attention I'd paid to her balls previously, which felt amazing. I kept a slow pace but my head-start pleasuring her had its intended effect, eventually causing Tessa to moan through a gentle climax and fill my mouth with her delicious essence. I swallowed most of it, but saved a little for her once she emptied out. I pulled my mouth from her girlcock with a pop and turned around to come face-to-face, exchanging cum and saliva in a deep kiss. We continued making out like this for a while, in no great rush to advance our lovemaking beyond kisses and nibbling for the moment.

"You know," I said as Tessa nibbled on my earlobe, "I really admire the dedication in your grounds-keeping."

"Hmm?" Tessa asked, continuing to make out with my ear (not unpleasurably).

"It must take a lot of patience to dye in those green lines down there." Seriously, I'd seen the effort that went into dyeing dark hair a bright color, the process was no joke.

Tessa stopped assaulting my ear to look at me in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

I grabbed my phone and, after asking for and receiving permission to take pictures, I snapped a few photos of Tessa's shaped and colored pubic hair, the last ending up being a rather elegant dick pick suitable for use elsewhere. I handed my phone over, and Tessa started cackling as she looked through them. "WHAAAAT."

"Wait, you didn't do that?"

"No! I barely have the patience for my head," she exclaimed. "That's so awesome, though! Thanks, magic semen!"

We collapsed on each other, giggling and kissing. Our kissing quickly became more intense, and we started grinding against one another in short order. We stared into each other's eyes as we rubbed our hard cocks together.

"Oh god," I moaned, "I wanna cum."

"Yeah?" Tessa asked with a whimper. "Where do you wanna cum, baby?"

I smiled, producing a bottle of lube. "On top of your cock."

"Oh, fuck..." I felt Tessa twitch against me, and I squirted a healthy amount of the viscous liquid into my hand and started slathering it all over her amazing dick. She offered her hand, and I put some lube on her fingers before crawling over her. I moaned as she started working her fingers into my ass, spreading the lube around and inside me as I stroked her cock. When I felt ready, I got on my knees over her, reached behind me, and guided her in slowly. As with Michiko previously, Tessa's cock slid into my ass easily, and she screamed as she bottomed out.

"Fuck, Andy, your ass is so tight!" Tessa moaned as I ground my ass against her. I again found I had no words, the sensation of Tessa's length buried deep inside me robbing me of my voice. I started to bounce on Tessa's cock, driving her into me again and again. I noticed her rubbing the remaining lube still on her fingers between her soft breasts.

"I need you between my tits!" she moaned, a pleading look of hunger on her face. I nodded, lifting off of her cock to shift forward. Tessa wrapped those heavenly orbs around me, and she rubbed them along my length in time with my thrusts. We started moaning wildly, Tessa clearly receiving as much pleasure as I was, if not more.

"Tessa, this is so good, I'm not gonna last..."

"Don't hold back, Andy! Cum for me, please!" Tessa tucked her chin into her chest with her mouth open and tongue out. The silky smoothness of her tits drove me into the stratosphere, and I erupted with a yell when our eyes locked together. She joined me in my orgasm when that first huge blast of cum touched her lips and tongue, and I felt her spend splash against my back and butt. I reached behind me to stroke her cock as she milked mine with those amazing tits. By the time our climax subsided, Tessa looked like she'd been covered in a quart of vanilla milkshake. I could only imagine what I looked like.

"Holy fuck, that was good," Tessa sighed, and I nodded in agreement.

"We should take a shower," I said, and Tessa giggled when she got a look at me. We got up and headed for the bathroom, running into my parents on the way. Because of course, we did.

"God DAMN," Mama said, looking over the complete mess I'd made of my girlfriend, "the hell you been eatin', son? I ain't seen a lady covered in love paint like that since... well, never you mind when." Tessa started laughing.

"Betty, we should let them get cleaned up..." Mom said, taking Mama by the arm and rather insistently pulling her towards their bedroom. We got a big thumbs up from Mama as she was finally pulled out of sight, the door slamming closed behind her.

"You think we'll still be that horny at their age?" Tessa asked with a snicker.

"A man can dream," I said, turning to exchange a very messy kiss before we stepped into the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, we returned to my bedroom and kissed under the covers for a while. It was nice just laying in each other's arms and being, not a care in the world.

"Hey," I eventually said, "why are you calling me Andy?"

Tessa immediately blushed as she nuzzled into my chest. "You've always been Andy to me. When everyone started calling you Ace, I thought it was pretty funny, and it was fun to see you take to that name so well, but, deep down, I knew if we were ever like this together, I'd want to call you Andy again. Is that okay?"

"Of course, it is," I replied, hugging her close. "It feels nice, actually."

Tessa gave a contented sigh as she placed a light kiss against my neck. "I love you, Andy."

"I love you, Tessa."

Over the course of the night, we cycled between dozing off, gentle kissing, and passionate lovemaking. I made sure to show Tessa's pussy as good a time as she gave my butt, and she showed her appreciation by smothering me with her incredible pillows. We both had multiple orgasms, and we swallowed every drop we gave to each other. When we finally fell asleep, I felt full and warm and deeply loved, and I was sure Tessa felt exactly the same.