The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

-1-

The dream was yummy … Jeff Adamson squirmed in his sleep as his cock was engulfed in wet warmth. Rigidity. Motion. Fucking. Tension. Building. Near eruption! Oh god, he was going to come! Jeff gasped himself awake as his brain struggled with the sensations. Had he wet himself? He was over fifty and had done that a few times lately. No- something felt… attached? Something was on his legs and moving! Ohmygod! There was something under the covers! He jerked beck and flung the covers to find… his wife?

Mary was between his legs, looking at him quizzically, like he was the crazy one. As Jeff’s heartbeat settled and he looked at her as she smiled and went back to sucking on his somewhat softened cock. Her flannel nightgown was twisted around her and her short grey hair was blocking most of his view, but he still felt her sucking and nuzzling his shrunken cock. Damn, here he was getting his first blow job in almost fifty years and his tool was on a different page.

Jeff stroked Mary’s hair and caressed her cheek. She kept her mouth full and shifted her head to rub his hand, and he felt himself re-inflate heartbeat by heartbeat. She hummed in delight and the sensations helped harden his pecker. Soon, she was moving her head gently up and down, moving sideways, licking and sucking, kissing his balls, and generally driving him mad. He tapped her on the shoulder and warned her he was close which seemed to spur her on. She sealed her lips tightly on him, lightly tossed his balls, and began to jack him off with her mouth until he popped a dribble of stuff into her mouth. He laid back both amazed at the sensations and a bit embarrassed at his own performance.

Mary shifted to lay beside him with her head on his chest and they rested together for a long moment. “I love you” Mary murmured. “And your sperm love you too.” With that, she slipped soundly asleep.

-2-

The next morning, Jeff woke to the smell of coffee and bacon instead of his alarm clock and Mary getting ready for work. ‘Maybe I’ve died and gone to heaven?’ he thought as he slipped on his robe and hit the toilet.

Mary caught him as he left the bathroom and gave him a big kiss and led him to the table where a breakfast fit for a king awaited him. Banana nut pancakes, sausage, juice, coffee, and fresh fruit. Mary had not cooked a breakfast like this since a vacation years ago with the kids in a cabin in Minnesota. As he ate, she stood in the corner, sipped her coffee, and watched with a soft smile-almost… an ‘adoring’ smile? They chatted as he ate- mostly her asking him about his plans for the day, asking if he can call in, asking if he wanted more sausage, or maybe some eggs? Her subservient tone bothered him a little. He kept asking if she was OK and she almost always replied with a dreamy sigh or a drawn-out ‘yes’. Weird.

Jeff tried to take his dishes to the kitchen, but she snatched them from him with a quick ‘Oh no, that’s my job!’ so he let her take care of that and went for his shower. Just before he started to shampoo, she was in there behind him, naked, and was massaging his hair. “This is my job, love. Let me do it for you. OK, lean over and I’ll rinse you out.” She suited her actions to her words, then grabbed the loofah and began to lather him up.

“Can I shave, or do you want to do that, too?” He asked, not sure if he was joking or irritated.

“Hmmm, you go ahead this time. I’ll wash the rest of you. Next time, though, I’ll shave you. OK?” She was so dang chipper as she said these outlandish things!

He tried to shave, but it got tricky as she took special care washing his cock and balls. He offered to wash her- he was feeling frisky by now, but Mary declined and pushed him out of the shower and grabbed the fluffy towel she laid out to dry him off.

“OK, what in the hell is going on here, Mary? Why are you being so nice to me? I love it, but- what? Is it some sort of game?” He got dressed in record time with her help.

Mary replied “No, of course not.” She handed him his laptop bag and kissed him at the door. “I just love you, and your sperm love you too.” She closed the door before he really heard the last part. What the hell did she just say again?

Work went OK. A few phone calls and cute text messages from Mary helped brighten his day, but he was glad to be heading home. ‘What in the hell had she said about my sperm?’ kept rolling through his mind.

He opened the door, and checked the address to make sure it was the right house. The place was sparkling clean and fresh smelling. New flowers, candles, an ice cold drink resting where he put his laptop bag. He hung his coat and saw the little note. It just said ‘Bedroom’ with a smiley face on it. He threw back the drink and went to the bedroom.

It was pretty dark in the room- blinds drawn and lights off. He started to flick the switch on when a small light suddenly flared up-Mary had lit a lighter and was lighting some small candles. The gathering light showed that the room was filled with candles, and other things. Soft music was playing in the background and the air was fragrant with some spicy scent. Mary was wearing the negligee he bought her from Victoria’s Secret years before- the one she wore once to be nice and never since. She was a bit older than he was, slender to his bulk, thin and trim. Her breasts were never large, but had faded more between age, long walks, and four children. Her abdomen was marked with a couple of surgical scars, and she tended towards angular boniness, but he loved her anyway.

Jeff lost his clothes and fell into bed with her- they had not had an ‘afternoon delight’ since the early eighties, before their first child was born! For that matter, sex of any sort had become rare as Jeff became more self-conscious of his excessive weight and lack of physique- especially as Mary was doing things to get herself fitter and fitter over the last couple years. He also blamed his blood pressure meds on his lack of overall sexual interest.

None of that mattered now. Mary kissed and caressed him, stroking his body and ego to full erection. She rolled on top of him and made tender love to him as he played with her nipples. He felt her have two amazing quick and shivery orgasms and felt himself building up. Suddenly, she flipped off him and took him in her mouth as he burst forth with a few solid blasts. She carefully licked him clean and lay back on him, head on his chest again. “Ummmm, you make us so happy, Jeffy-honey” she purred softly.

“Us?” Jeff was confused as he was weirded-out. Was his wife of almost thirty years stoned? He tried to ask her what was going on, but she was already sashaying to the kitchen to work on supper pulling on a robe as she moved. By the time Jeff got cleaned up and dressed, he found her in the dining room dressed in what he considered her ‘playful’ clothes. Mary was not much for sexy clothing, even in her younger years, but Jeff loved the soft pastel fabrics she wore around the house sometimes. They draped around her bottom and the shorts showed off her nice legs. Her ‘soft’ look was a stark contrast to the professional garb she wore to the office.

It was especially nice as she set the table wiggling her bottom at him. He stroked her lovingly as he settled in his place. The dinner was great, the conversation was witty and engaging, and the looks in her eyes were adoring. There was no doubt about it- she hung on his every word, and leapt to take care of his every need. Jeff loved it, but it was making him a bit nervous. What the hell is going on?

They watched TV and she cuddled beside him. They had long ago settled into a routine of her working on their stuff on their laptops on separate snack tables in the living room with some mindless show on the tube that they both ignored. Tonight, however, she was cuddling right beside him, her laptop nowhere to be seen and she plugged in a DVD they had not watched in a long time. It was one of those that offered plenty of action and a little very soft porn that he enjoyed and she usually barely tolerated. For a while, he fiddled with his laptop, but after a while longer he was more interested in her fiddling with his crotch. He could not see what she was doing under the light blanket she had tossed over them, but it felt nice.

After a bit he shoved the laptop table away and just watched the movie with her, noticing that every time there was an explosion on-screen, she squeezed him. Every time there was a kiss, she jiggled his balls, and during chase scenes, she stroked him long, like she was retracing the chase on his shaft. He wondered what would happen during the upcoming sex scene! He was hard and throbbing- more aroused than he had been in years- when the sex scene came on and she shifted position to lightly kiss and lick him- but every time he started to climax, she backed off and held his cock tightly until it passed. By the time the scene was over, he had a horrible case of blue balls and was trying to rub himself against her. She kissed him fervently and held him until it throbbed itself to limpness. One final kiss and she bounced up to get some popcorn to eat during a comedy that she laughed uproariously at, all the while avoiding his grasp.

What the hell was going on here, Jeff wondered. A series of blow-jobs and sex- then this? His crotch ached with pressure, and her tendency to wiggle on him, or to stroke his stomach just made it worse. He tried to tell her to finish him off, but could not think of a way that did not sound selfish or mean. He tried to masturbate her, but she just gently redirected his hands to ‘safer’ body parts.

At one funny scene, Jeff tickled her, and the dam broke. She rolled away and he rolled after her onto the floor and tickled every part of her he could remember that was ticklish- waist, behind the knees, just above the belly button, neck... She fought back, but he was never as ticklish as she was so he was winning. He blew a giant raspberry on a soft breast, then her neck, then they were kissing, then he was on top of her, then she pushed him off- panting heavily.

“Whew, Jeffy honey, we… we need to back off. No sex for you tonight, but I promise we will make it up to you tomorrow, OK?” We? Again? My arousal factor crashed, and she saw my expression. “It’s for your own good, believe me. Save yourself until tomorrow night, and you’ll have a wonderful time, OK?” he felt a flush of trust and warmth flow over me, and agreed.

They cuddled the rest of the night and in bed, and he slept like a log. He had vague memories of some odd dreams, but brushed them off in the swirl of the morning routine- another breakfast for royalty, another day at work enlivened by her texts and emails. His balls ached and felt swollen all day, but it felt like a ‘good ache’ somehow. Jeff’s energy was up, and he felt sharper all day, even his boss noticed. At home it was another evening of a great dinner, cuddling, conversation and TV.

When he entered the bedroom, the room was lightly scented and lit by a dozen candles, and there was a bottle of something in a bucket of ice beside the bed. She was laying under the covers smiling at him. She suggested he pour and he popped the cork off of what turned out to be sparkling grape juice? They sipped a loving toast, and she took a mouthful and gave him a fizzy kiss. Her skin was so soft, and she smelled so good. In the gentle light, she even looked younger.

She saw him looking and smiled. “Finally I can tell you! I’ve been keeping it a secret for weeks now, and I thought I would burst! You are going to love this!” She was almost giggling, and he was standing there, mostly naked, trying to figure out what was going on. “It’s kind of a long story, but the short version is that your sperm love you.” There was that phrase again!

“What do you mean ‘my sperm love me’? Are you OK, Mary?” He was getting nervous and concerned. She stroked him gently and had him sit on the bed. Her hands were warm and soft… so much softer than they had been even a few days ago.

“Your sperm is sort of a colony of intelligent creatures, sort of a hive brain. In the last couple of days, they have been building up in larger and larger numbers, and they finally are smart enough to really help you.” Jeff was stunned- his wife had lost her mind- but the ache in his balls seemed to somehow reassure him that everything was OK, to keep listening.

Jeff learned that his sperm has been intelligent for a few years now, but that his health and medications were keeping their numbers too low to accomplish much. They had been quietly infecting Mary for months- little dribbles of nocturnal emissions at first, then a nice dose during an infrequent night of sex. A colony was started in Mary, but until the cells got closer to her brain, there was only so much they could do. There were finally enough to encourage her to give Jeff a blow-job, but even so it took weeks to build the interest up enough to do it.

With a colony closer to her brain, they began to carry out their plan to love, worship, and adore their master- Jeff. Mary was the perfect person to help. They were easily able to build on her love for him, amplifying existing feelings. “Why, they even found out that I had been hoping you would dominate me a little. That even though I loved you, I wanted you to be more masterful in our relationship” she explained. This led to the behaviors of the last few days.

The next step was critical. The colony in Jeff needed to grow. Mary had secretly replaced most of his meds with sugar pills a month or so ago, so he was slowly increasing in sperm load, but last night’s plan was to build it up to higher numbers. “If everything went right, in fact,” Mary explained as she pulled Jeff’s pants down, “You should be larger down here.” She stroked him and his cock grew to normal size, and then a bit more. With each heartbeat, Jeff’s cock got a little bigger. He could feel it stretching, changing. It felt full of power, raw energy, and the power was flowing through him. He began to laugh as he imagined himself shouting out “I AM THE POWER” holding his ‘mighty sword’ as it hit about seven inches, with some decent thickness and heavy balls. It certainly was not massive, but it was lots bigger than he had ever been and he was a bit dizzy thinking about it.

“Your sperm are so happy now that there are so many more of them! I can feel how happy they are, and I can almost hear them thinking. They have some fun things in store for you, and now I… I… Oh god, I want to taste that thing! Please, Jeffy love, let me worship your dick!” Mary was drooling and staring by the time she was done, and her warm mouth felt wonderful on his new equipment. Everything felt more sensitive and more powerful. He grabbed her head and fucked her face, feeling an animalistic roar building in his chest. With a yell, he blasted thick hot wads of cum in her mouth too fast for her to swallow. Thick ropes drooled onto her chest and face. She laid back and dreamily massaged the thick goo into her skin, moaning softly.

He was hard again and jammed his meat into her wet pussy and pounded her a few times before he filled her there as well. He softened a little until her cunt walls rippled on his cock and she murmured for more. He gathered his strength and sat up, pulling her towards the edge of the bed and threw her legs over his shoulders as he pounded her over and over, heart racing, chest heaving, grunting his way through orgasm after orgasm for both of them. He swore he felt his sperm cheering as it was blasted into her depths. She felt the joy of her colony welcoming their new brothers, and she heard them talking as she drifted off into a deep, erotic sleep.

-3-

The next morning, Jeff woke up feeling physically destroyed, but mentally renewed. His body felt nasty, sweaty, and like it had been tumbled with bowling balls all night. He struggled to the bathroom and groaned through his morning routine. It was odd how unusual it felt to not have Mary helping, how easily he had grown used to it. He was amazed when he looked in the mirror- both surprised and expecting to see that he looked… better. Not by tons, but noticeably better. His skin was a bit tighter and his usually droopy eyes looked open and alert. His longer cock was a bit more difficult to manage on the toilet, but a joy to wash in the shower. He was surprised by the thick tangle of hair in the drain- some of his ‘pelt’ seems to have washed off, mostly on his back and shoulders. Nice!

The kitchen held a nice breakfast and a note that Mary would be back later today. Odd, but he accepted it and enjoyed a day of work that felt fresh and new. Co-workers noticed his energy and a couple of the women noticed that ‘something was different’ about him. He enjoyed their attention and confusion. He even sang to himself on the long drive home- another first.

Home was empty? He was confused at first until he found the note to meet her at a local restaurant at seven. He caught up on some old work that had been ignored recently and got ready for their date. He arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early and got a quiet booth near the back corner.

About ten after, he looked up to see an attractive woman at the front desk. She looked a lot like Mary had a few years ago, but was a bit taller, had longer, wilder dark hair and wore a sexy ‘little black dress’ that revealed more cleavage than Mary could have assembled. She looked like she could have been one of Mary’s younger and wilder sisters or many cousins. At this, Jeff’s mind flashed to a fantasy of a three-way with Mary and her sexiest cousin until he noticed that the hostess had pointed him out to the woman. The woman smiled at Jeff and approached him with a walk that was sexy and poised. In a velvety voice, the woman took his offered hand and said “Excuse me, are you Jeff Adamson?”

“Er, yes, yes I am. And you are…?” Jeff was sweating and stammering slightly, even as his testicles tingled pleasantly. The woman laughed and threw back her hair. That laugh…

“Oh, Jeffy honey. You are so silly. It’s me, Mary.” Jeff was astonished. This woman was so much younger and more vibrant than his wife- and yet- he could see that it was indeed Mary in so many little ways.

“Wha…?” he stammered.

“Darling, I told you. Your sperm love you and want you to be happy. We decided that one way to make you happy was to remake me to your dream woman. They had been making small changes in me for a while now, but you gave them enough to work with yesterday that they could do all of this.” She gestured at her shapely waist, flared hips, and cleavage. ‘My Mary’ was a 36A, hitting a full B+ during pregnancy. This Mary was a flamboyant C, and looked almost twenty years younger than she had been just a few days ago.

Mary regaled Jeff with stories of shopping and ‘salonning’, how her usual hairdresser was convinced she was a sister of Mary trying to play a trick on her, and the man who hit on her during lunch in the mall. Jeff felt jealous, but the warm glow from his ball sac seemed to calm him down. Mary’s teeth were so white and flashed as she talked and laughed, and her sparkling hazel eyes were so full of joy and love that he found himself staring at them.

Supper went quickly- and Jeff finally learned about the meaning of ‘touch deprivation’. The idea is that modern Americans are starved for physical contact from people they love and trust, that we really don’t touch or hug often enough. Mary touched Jeff all the time during supper. She used her hands, feet, legs, shoulder, lips, cheek, hair, and more to be in contact with him almost continually, and it felt wonderful. He felt an emptiness he did not even know he had fill up with her touches.

The ride home was a joy as she maintained contact, often in his lap, and the stream of pleasant chatter. Ideas for the spare rooms (when the kids had moved out, most of the old bedrooms became junk rooms), thoughts for a vacation- either mountains or beach, what was happening in the mayoral election, and more. They had not just talked like that in years and Jeff felt wonderful.

Once they got home, Mary took Jeff’s hand and led him to one the old, wide wing chair in the living room and pushed him back into it. Her voice got all soft and sexy as she threatened to suck every drop of his sweet cum out of his beautiful balls. Her dirty talking and looks got him nicely aroused, finishing the job she started in the car. She fished his cock out of his pants and they noticed that it had grown a bit more. She purred her approval and rubbed it on her face before she slipped it in her mouth. Humming around his cock and stroking his balls and stomach with her soft hair, she brought him to the brink quickly. He felt the energy build in his balls, and release through his shaft. She climaxed loudly and vibrantly as the new colony merged with the old colony and they rejoiced together. She ‘heard’ them sing and plan even better things as she felt her pussy juice up.

Jeff felt the beast arise in him again. He felt as if his sperm was in control and was bypassing his rational brain. With a groan, he got up and took off his clothes, popping a button in the process. He pawed off her dress with her enthusiastic help and her scent hit his nose. He buried his face in her fragrant pussy and ate her with noisy enthusiasm. She came and came, bucking against him on their living room carpet- feeding him millions of his own sperm that had positioned themselves for this. He felt them enter and join those in him, and felt their joy. Everyone was bursting with happiness and pleasure. Jeff came loudly all over Mary, who massaged it in again, thanking him for the skin treatment.

They took a short break as Mary made then refreshments, including a smoothie drink for Jeff that woke him up, mentally and physically.

He was soon rock hard and plunged deeply into her cunt, barely noticing that it was hairless and juicy. His thick shaft invaded her pretty pinkness so powerfully that it should have hurt, but the sperm just brought Mary joy. She shook as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. He filled her over and over with his magic sperm, then rolled her over and roughly took her tight ass doggy style. Pounding away at her, he mauled her tits and quickly filled her guts with his empowered jism.

That was about it for the both of them, and they collapsed right there with the door still unlocked, lights on, and TV playing for nobody. Throughout the night, they would stir, rut furiously, then collapse back in a warm heap.

-4-

When Jeff woke up, he was confused at first- he could barely move and seemed stuck to the floor. He had to take a powerful piss and struggled his way to the bathroom, heavy cock and balls thrusting their way ahead of him. He shoved the thick tube down enough to keep the stream in the toilet and relieved himself with a noisy stream. Afterward, he sat heavily on the toilet and began his morning routine. His glasses made his eyes hurt, so he took them off- and could see perfectly. Cool. Standing in front of the sink, he noticed he was taller and thinner, and that he looked great! Some muscle tone was showing through his healthier looking skin, the thick hair on his body was thinning out except for his chest and forearms, and he just plain felt wonderful!

He showered and dressed, noticing that his clothes were fitting him poorly, and went looking for Mary. He found evidence that she had been cleaning up (apparently cleaning around him as he slept), and had even remodeled the bedroom to make it a more fun place for sex (good candle placement, softer light, a good sturdy chair, lots of cushions, etc.). Approaching the dining room, he noticed the kitchen door was closed and locked! “Mary? Are you OK?” He shouted.

“I’m fine. Sit down and start your breakfast.” She answered in a musical voice. He sat And started his coffee- and noticed there were two papers on the table- Friday’s and Saturday’s. What the hell? He looked at his watch and discovered that it was Saturday morning- what the hell happened to Friday? He had dim memories of Mary sucking him off every few hours, her feeding him sweetened liquids and mouthfuls of food… but surely he did not miss an entire day?

“Tah Dah!” Mary announced as she came through the door. She was holding a tray of food, but that was not what he saw first.

Mary looked twenty years old! Her face was young and beautiful. With no visible make-up, her cheeks were rosy and her skin looked like peaches and cream. Her eyes were wide and brilliantly green, which went beautifully with her thick black hair. Her body was that of a voluptuous pin-up. Buoyant breasts presented by a ruffled peasant blouse showed an acre of creamy skin and a cleavage that looked a mile long and deep.

The cropped top showed a tiny, toned waist that flared to hips and buttocks barely contained in skin-tight cut-off denim Daisy Duke shorts that showed endless perfect legs tucked into a pair of high-heeled shoes that showed her delicate painted toes. Dear god, even her belly button was sexy to look at.

There was no other woman in her family that compared, not even sort of close. There were damn few women on the internet that came close. She was as close to his ideal woman as she could get, and yet she still retained many of Mary’s features.

She served him… something. He was not sure what he ate that morning. It was warm and delicious, but he could not take his eyes off her, and she made it a habit to touch or brush against him as much as she could. She moved with such grace- watching the interplay of her legs, buttocks, and bobbling breasts was taking up most of his brainpower.

“My love, you are not eating. Here, let me help.” She knelt beside him and began to serve him tidbits of eggs and sausage as he got lost in her incredible eyes and fragrance. Dear lord, she smelled so wonderful! She dabbed his mouth with a napkin and he almost came. Jeff shook himself awake.

“What happened? Where did Friday go?” Mary smiled and began to explain. She told him all about how his sperm had directed her to find and offer him foods and drugs designed to increase his sperm flow and arousal. The smoothie she gave him on Thursday was the first of several potions the sperm told her to make. Unfortunately, one side effect of one of the drugs was a short-term loss of memory. She and his sperm were so proud of him- they fucked almost all day long. He filled her with sperm in her mouth, pussy and ass, and still managed to get a thick coat over her entire body. He even got quite a bit on himself, which is why he felt stuck to the floor. They told her to leave him like that so they could have the maximum contact time.

She had, of course, called in for him with a good cover story and managed to get him the entire next week off as well. “After all,” She had said, “You cannot very well go back to work looking that good after only a few days!” That caught his attention. How would they explain the changes to everyone? What about Mary’s job? For a moment, a flurry of complications flooded Jeff’s mind.

“Silly!” Mary answered. “Your sperm love you and they are quite intelligent. They had me quit my job. I’ll look for a new one soon, one that this body you designed can earn even more money in. As for our kids and other people, your sperm already designed a potion we can use to give them the ‘right’ memories. We’ve come up with a cover story that I think you will approve of.” When she explained the cover story, Jeff initially objected to the necessity of having people think that Mary had died, but they explained that it was the best way to deal with it all, and the new memories included a proper grieving process, and so forth. He was reluctantly convinced.

“In fact, over the next few days, the sperm is going to shift our own memories to better support the story, and my new name will be May.” When she said that, he felt it ‘click’ in his mind somehow, just feeling right somehow.

“So”, he said. “The bottom line here is that we have a full week to screw around, huh?” She smiled and nodded at him with a cute little dimple. “In that case, how about we take care of some of the neglected yard work? I feel like I need some sun on my skin and move some of these new muscles.” He said. She smiled and excused herself to clean off the table and deal with the dishes as he started the yard work.

When noon rolled around, he was hot and sweaty, but amazingly untired. The sun on his shirtless skin felt wonderful- as if it was recharging him somehow. A small voice in his head spoke about wavelengths, solar energy, and UV light, while another spoke about the importance of working his new muscles in several ways to get the most benefit out of them. It was as if he was pumping himself full of energy as he worked.

May… Mary? May brought out finger sandwiches, an assortment of other tidbits, and a beer for him. They sat on the newly cleaned patio and enjoyed a pleasant lunch together. Of course, she sat on his lap and fed him the bits of food, squirming enough that he was nice and erect, rubbing against delightful tush.

Hell, they had a privacy fence. It was about time they used it for something. He told Mar…May to stand up for a moment and dropped trou, then sat back down as if nothing had happened. She smiled and removed her own shorts, struggling a bit since they were so tight, and one-upped him by removing her blouse before sitting down naked on his lap.

He could feel how hot and wet she was on his thighs, and his cock seemed to delight in nestling in various warm crevasses. Her subtle squirming was not helping. He figured two could play at this game so he intentionally ignored her and fed her bits of food and sipped his beer as he talked about maybe running to the store for more manure and garden timbers.

She was shoving her big, soft, fragrant (did he mention she smelled wonderful?) tits in his ear, rubbed them on his face and shoulder, “Are you sure (rub, thrust) you need to (rub rub) leave (rub rub rub)?” She purred.

“Hey, babe.” He said, flippantly. “It’s my day off and there’s man’s work to do around here.” He felt is testosterone rise when he said that. He wanted to hop into a big pick-up truck wearing a ball cap and boots.

“But, there’s ‘man’s work’ to do here, too, you know.” She purred, rubbing his chest and squirming a bit more. “Did you know your sperm made me a virgin again?” She whispered into his ear.

He swore he heard his cock go ‘boing!’ at that. He growled and took her in his arms. He kissed her as hard as he could, mashing his lips almost painfully on hers. He swept the stuff off the table and pushed her over it, making her tight tush poke up and exposing her juicy virginal twat. One arm holding her down, he licked her tasty pussy bottom to top a few times, then positioned himself with his cockhead poised right at the entry.

One, two, three thrusts later and he had deflowered her (again) and sunk his shaft balls-deep inside her. She felt each thrust and met them with a matching orgasm. She twisted half-way around to smile at him and pull a free hand to her tits. He quickly got the message and wrapped his hands around her hot breasts, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers. He slammed in a few more times quickly, then a few very slowly, sending her a SOS message in Morse code, over and over.

He had not cum yet but was catching his breath for a moment when she slipped off and took him by the hand to a grassy slope in the yard. She lay him down and settled herself on his cock that already seemed larger than it looked when she saw it this morning. It went in so deep and filled her so well! She was almost in tears of joy as she began to hump him, gasping and moaning. He grabbed one plump breast with one hand and explored her hip with the other. She was pumping him harder, her hair flashing through the air, keening noises coming from deep within her. He started pumping up into her and felt her pick up her pace, grinding her hips against him so hard that tendons were popping over the bones. Sweat was flying off her in all directions as her body danced in the final spasms of a massive orgasm just as he unloaded the motherlode of all sperm loads into her.

Some of the energy he had built up shorted itself out into her along with the sperm, and he felt their connection grow and deepen. He mentally said goodbye to the guys who left him and felt them being welcomed by the increasingly large colony in her. Everything was going according to plan, and he was content… although he did wonder exactly what plan they referred to.

-5-

The rest of Saturday had gone well, and Sunday was a day of sex, food, naked Twister, strip Yahtzee, and more sex. The kids usually came over on Sunday, but they managed to beg off for a few days to buy more time to prepare the plans.

Monday saw few physical changes- Jeff was a bit more toned and his cock felt abso-fucking-lutely wonderful and May was sexiness personified, but they settled into a sort of routine of sex and service. By now, May was taking care of him hand to foot. She woke him in the morning, often with a blow job, attended him in the bathroom-showering and shaving him. Shaving was interesting- she had him sit at the dining room table and straddled his lap facing him, with both of them naked. She apparently never needed to shave again- no hair seemed to grow below her neck. He asked her why the sperm did not do that for him. She said they would, but she was happy that they did not- it gave her more to do for him.

Jeff noticed that he was not being as sedentary. Not just the wild and enthusiastic sex, but he was not just couch potato-ing it out as much any more and had even walked to the neighborhood store for something May needed for dinner. They listened to music together as they cuddled before or after sex, and he had broken out his art stuff to make greeting cards for the next couple months- something he stopped doing years ago.

When he saw May fiddling with a foamy malt-like substance in the kitchen he asked her what was up. She replied that this was the stuff that was going to help others remember the right things. It was sort of like a sourdough starter- take a clump and add it to liquids, juices, gravies, sauces, doughs, etc, and it would pass on the needed memories. He could dimly sense the thoughts of the billions of cells in the container, and they were indeed just memories- not sentient beings like the rest of his sperm.

She stuck a finger in it and licked it. “Perfect! It’s ready for use whenever we need it!” As if on cue, the phone rang and Jeff was talking to one of his daughter Amber’s best friends, Bethany. She was coming over later to pick up some stuff she was borrowing from Amber’s old room if that was OK? He assured her it was and they set a time.

When Jeff was out of the kitchen, May was looking at the container and thinking about the pretty blonde girl with the troubled home life. “Bethany, hmm?” She took out some of the starter and slipped her top off, exposing a rigid nipple. She milked herself until some droplets, then a trickle, then a stream of thin white fluid squirted into the mix. She wiped herself off and tucked everything back and put everything away until later.

Jeff and May found plenty to keep them occupied, even some things that did not involve sperm in any way.

May took off just before Bethany was due to show to avoid any complications. Jeff knew what the plan was and was already making up a batch of malts when Bethany arrived. She gave her BFF’s dad a quick ‘hi’ and commented that he was looking good as she breezed by to get the stuff. Jeff’s eye lingered on trim bottom and her delightful but smallish tits that he always had to work so hard to avoid looking at. He sighed just thinking about the long-haired sexy 22 year-old he had known since she was young, and so often in such skimpy clothing. His thoughts wandered over his fantasies of her as well as his memories of the times she stayed overnight to keep from going home.

They enjoyed malts on the patio as they caught up on recent events. Bethany finished her hers and asked for the secret ingredient, which made Jeff smile at her. The two visited about school (and how much it sucked) and her job (ditto). All too soon, Bethany gathered her stuff and took off.

May returned and they had supper, made wild love, and slept deeply.

-6-

Bethany woke up feeling funny. Not funny bad, but funny… like she had been in a movie and was now back in real life. She thought about calling her BFF’s step-mom, May, to discuss things, but then felt silly thinking about disturbing May like that. After all, she would be visiting there later in the day. She got out of bed and started getting everything ready.

Jeff woke up, stretched, and smiled like a king. He leaned back in his oversized pillows and accepted May’s blow job as if it were his rightful due. Life was good and only going to get better. The week off had flown by and it was already Saturday. Oh, well! Once he filled her mouth, she smiled and slipped away for a minute. In the kitchen, she let some of the sperm dribble into the container of starter and carefully folded it in, altering the stored memories. She felt a little bad keeping this from her Master, but it is what the Sperm told her to do, and it was always right.

May got breakfast going and went back to the Master’s bedroom to see if there was anything she could do for Him. She attended Him in the shower, gleefully letting Him fuck her from behind when He got randy. She had gotten quite good at shaving Him while straddling Him naked with His thick Cock fitting perfectly in her tight little pussy. Eventually they made their way back to the kitchen and breakfast to officially start their day.

For his own part, Jeff found that he thought of his old life less and less. There was a growing pile of clothes in their closet that no longer fit either of them and that spurred Jeff to declare a shopping trip. May instantly took to the idea and rewarded him with a long, deep kiss that almost made him change his mind.

Shopping with May was a fascinating experience. Her new tastes ran to sexy, colorful, playful, and teasing. They hit all of those stores that Mary avoided and Jeff sort of had to pretend he did not look at or think about. Her charm and wit got her great service and even frequent discounts… especially from male clerks who were often so taken by her beauty and cleavage that they sometimes forgot how to use the register.

Jeff even found himself letting May choose clothes for him- better made stuff that actually looked pretty good on him. She even helped him shop for a new personal fragrance, and he was amused at how much attention he was getting from the women working the counters. He thought he looked a lot better, but it was nice to have external confirmation. Not a hunk (yet), but worthy of a second glance now and then.

Of course, they had to make frequent trips to the car to drop stuff off, and May generally insisted on changing clothes in the car, and then giving Jeff blowjobs to take care of the stiffie this caused, so the trip took a good chunk of the day.

May had just enough time to get supper ready for Bethany’s anticipated visit by the time they got home. Well, at least she and the Sperm anticipated it- it was going to be a surprise for Jeff. She was all a-tingle at the thought.

May puttered in the kitchen and living room, making sure that Jeff was comfortable and taken care of. She had brought Him a beer and His slippers and gave Him a deep, succulent kiss and a pat on His magnificent Cock and went back to the kitchen.

The doorbell rang just as May was finishing the cooking. She opened it to reveal Bethany wearing a light jacket, which was also opened to reveal the petite blonde in a sexy maid costume. Short frilly black skirt, black patterned stockings, high heels, a low-cut black top with white lace trim, and a tiny white apron made the perfect sexpot pin-up image. She was even wearing a bra that emphasized her cleavage nicely.

Jeff asked who was at the door, and May replied that it was nothing with a gleam in her eyes and a finger on her lips towards Bethany, who blushed and smiled understandingly. The two snuck back to the kitchen.

“Hello, Bethany. I take it you understand your role here?” May asked the young girl.

Bethany actually curtsied. “Yes, Mrs. Adamson. My role is to serve Master Adamson and Mistress Adamson in any way I can.” The newly made maid replied.

“Does that include physically? Sex however he or I would want it?” May pressed. Bethany both blushed and looked aroused as she replied that she would serve them however they would want. May asked about her family and friends and was pleased to discover that Bethany had already started her own culture of the memory materials and it just needed some of the original culture to activate it. The Sperm were so smart and thorough.

“Your job will be to serve Him during supper, then for you to have sex with Him afterwards. I have been having sex with Him since your visit yesterday, but we have been careful to make sure He retained most of His Sperm, so He should have a good load for you. This will be so much fun!” May was enthusiastic, and Bethany looked happy.

“Dinner is ready, honey.” May said, escorting Jeff to the nicely set table. She sat Him then sat at the other end and smiled.

“Ah… this is lovely, but where is the food?” Jeff asked, a bit puzzled. May told Him to ring the small bell at his place setting. Jeff had not noticed the silver bell, but gave it a gentle tinkle.

A beautiful young blonde in a revealing maid’s costume brought out some salad plates and set one in front of each person and retreated to the kitchen without a word. Jeff’s mouth was wide open.

“Wha… Who was THAT? It looked like… Bethany?” Jeff wondered.

“Why of course it was, dear. Your Sperm and I want You to be happy and we know how You have looked at Bethany all these years. She was the perfect person for this. Thanks to the Sperm and memory potion, we can give Bethany a new life, free from her unfortunate history and still maintain her friendship with Amber.”

Bethany came out to clear the salad plates and served a bowl of fragrant soup to her owners. “Hold on a second, Bethany. I’d like to talk to you if I could.” She stopped and curtsied. “What is your role around here?” He asked.

“Sir, I am the maid and servant to You and Mistress Adamson.” She replied with a slight flush.

“What do you do?” He asked, then added “and how long has it been your role?”

“I’ve been your servant for… a few hours? A year? I guess I am not really sure off-hand. Does it matter? Shall I look it up for You?” She replied, quizzically.

“That’s OK. How do you like it here?” He asked.

Bethany’s face lit up. “I LOVE it here, Master! Thank You so much for rescuing me!” Jeff thanked her and dismissed her for now. May smiled like the cat that ate the canary as she delicately sipped her soup.

The rest of dinner went well, other than the fact that Bethany started to bend over more and more to present Jeff with her pert little breasts or her tight butt. After dinner, May excused herself to make sure Bethany was OK as Jeff retired to the living room to watch a movie. He barely had time to notice that the movie was a recent adult flick featuring plenty of female-on-female action. In an early scene, the younger actress is eating out the older one on the kitchen table.

Jeff heard noises in the kitchen and discovered May and Bethany reenacting the scene in front of him. When the scene on the TV shifted to a living room, the women likewise shifted. They were not exactly in sync with the movie, but two hot women on screen and two hot women in real life was plenty entertaining and Jeff settled back to watch.

May was sprawled in a lounge chair as Bethany was on her knees worshipping May’s perfect little pussy. Bethany was apparently doing a good job as May was wiggling and squirming all over the chair. May was pulling on her breasts, working her nipples and rubbing her clit-trying to touch her entire body all at once.

Bethany began to murmur about how hot she was as her own hands were in her groin as she tried to keep her face planted tight on May. May cried out as an orgasm swept over her and Bethany moaned into her pussy, making May cry out some more and wag her delightful bottom in the air. Jeff could see how slick and shiny it was.

Jeff had stripped (something he had not done by himself lately) and was lazily jacking himself off when May cast a look at him. “Honey, look at poor Bethany. Her poor little cunny is so empty. Could you please help her out?”

The chance to do something he had fantasized about for so long propelled him out of the chair. He rubbed Bethany’s baby-soft back and buttocks, and slid his finger slowly on her quim and butt crack, making her shiver. He reached around and stroked her taut stomach and breasts as she rubbed her ass against his manhood. He began to kiss her neck and shoulders as he took his cock and rubbed it along her delicate lower lips, lubricating the head nicely.

He wrapped his arm around her tiny waist and positioned his meat at the right angle, and PUSHED it in, ripping through her hymen in one smooth motion. She yelped, then began to moan as she got used to the sensations of His incredible Cock resting deep inside of her. She had fading memories of having had sex before, but it never felt like this. Every vein on His perfect Penis was designed to bring her pleasure, even motion, every beat of His heart ripped through her in waves of sheer joy.

On the other hand, her tiny velvet pussy felt wonderful to Jeff as well. He marveled at how different it felt than May’s. As he pulled back, he could feel her cunt trying to hold him in. As he thrust in, he felt it welcome him with slick, tight, heat.

May was stroking him, Bethany was moaning and giving him looks that would arouse a statue as his all of his senses were over-stimulated. He gave a growl and unloaded a killer load of powerful sperm deep inside of the young girl. She shuddered and was moaning ‘thank you’ over and over as she passed out. May eased her to the floor and kissed her lover and Master. “Thank you, Master, for giving Bethany what she needed.”

Jeff and May messed around a bit, but for some reason, Jeff was wiped after the huge load he shot and they went to bed after tucking a blanket around the sleeping girl.

-7-

Bethy woke early Sunday morning and blinked in surprise. She was in an unfamiliar chair, nude, and feeling wonderful. She stretched and felt… different. She bounced out of the chair and went to a nearby mirror. Hmm, long, silky blonde hair? Check. Big blue eyes and a perfect Cupid’s-bow mouth with perfectly red lips? Check. Big, bouncy boobies? Check. Tiny waist and perfectly proportioned hips? Check. Tight butt? Check. Long legs with perfect little feet? Check. Huh, she could not think of anything that looked too different. She DID look more like a model or something today, but that was probably just because of what His wonderful Sperm were doing to her. Oh… of course! The breasts- she used to be a B-cup, and now they were more like DD’s. She mentally thanked the Sperm for what they did for her and went to her room to shower and prepare for the day.

She donned a perfectly fitted uniform and went to the Master’s bedroom, pausing for a moment to enjoy the wondrous scent of her owners. She went to Mistress first and gently repositioned her so she could give her the usual morning pussy licking.

“Mmm! Thank you, Bethy, that is perfect! Come her, child, let me see what happened to you.” May took Bethy’s hand and looked approvingly at the many changes Jeff’s wonderful Sperm did for her. “Oh, wonderful! Those breasts are beautiful! Have you played with them yet?” Bethy replied that she assumed it would be Mistress or Master’s prerogative to ‘break them in’. May responded by suckling on a thick nipple, sending shock waves of pure delight to Bethy’s already juicy pussy. She moaned and began to unconsciously massage May’s head and shoulders. May switched nipples and a delicious orgasm swept over Bethy.

“Thank you Mistress.” Bethy said. “Shall I awaken Master now?” When May gave her a nod, Bethy crawled into position. When she gently touched His groin, Jeff rolled in His sleep to give her better access. Bethy had to work a bit to stretch her small mouth over the plum head of Jeff’s thick cock. The Sperm had already made sure that Bethy would be physically able to do this, but kept her tight for Him. She used soft pressure at first as He grew and thickened in her mouth, growing straight down her throat. She relaxed and accepted every inch of it, massaging, stroking, sucking…

Jeff woke with a smile. God, he loved this new life. He stretched a bit, careful to not dislodge his wife working away at his cock. Then he realized he was nudging a warm, soft body with his elbow… He opened his eyes and was startled to see May smiling back at him. So, if she was here, then who was ‘down there’? It was not hard to recognize the long blonde hair flying around, but weren’t those boobs? Bethany did not have big breasts. His Sperm spoke to him and he remembered that his long-time servant Bethy had always been very buxom and often woke him this way.

As it was Bethy’s turn to help Jeff do his morning routine, May went off to prepare for the weekend’s festivities. There was so much to do that another set of hands around the house was going to be a godsend. She tended to the memory-altering potion, adding some fresh sperm that Bethy was delighted to collect. She began baking cookies and cupcakes to provide for Jeff’s co-workers and Bethy’s family. May smiled as she thought about the special ingredients in the batter and frostings, and had to keep from licking the spoon all of the time.

The kids were coming over tonight as well, so May made sure that some of the potion and some of her milk (to speed up the reactions) were in every food item possible. As May cooked, Bethy took care of Jeff and cleaned the house. Of course, if Master wanted to fuck his saucy little maid as she reached high and low in her tight, short skirts, well, that was entirely His due.

Right about six, the kids came over. Jeff gave his daughter, Amber, a big hug and son, Jeff Jr. (JJ) a handshake and guy hug. Per the plan, May and Bethy were out shopping. Jeff told the kids that their mom would be back in a bit and to have a seat as he got them each a shake. “You’ve got to try these.” He said. “They are a special recipe I found!”

Both kids gave the cold frothy drink a try. As they nodded their approval, Jeff noticed that he was staring at Amber’s milk mustache, wanting to lick it off. He shook himself from such thoughts and got them refills. They three talked for a bit before Amber asked “Hey, where’s Bethy? I haven’t had a chance to talk to her in a while.” Jeff explained that she was at the store with May and offered to check on them. He used his cell phone to call May with the prearranged signal that everything was ready.

A minute later, May and Bethy came in and the kids greeted the two warmly, Bethy and Amber giggling and going off to the kitchen to gossip as May and JJ caught up on what was going on with him and school. The rest of supper went well enough, but May found that the Sperm was a bit conflicted. They were trying to decide whether to make Amber a slave as well- they sensed that Jeff would both like the idea and be bothered by it.

May could understand the attraction. Amber wore her short dark hair in an attractive contemporary style and had caught the boob gene that had passed the old Mary. Mary had always thought that Amber was an attractive young woman, and May saw her as a hot babe. It would have been so easy to guide Amber to the sort of raw sexuality that May had been enjoying lately, but Jeff was the Master so May and the Sperm decided to hold off on any action on this front. The rest of supper and an evening of board games went normally enough.

- 8 -

Monday saw May and Bethy leaving the house early to deliver baked goods to Jeff’s office. Dressed sexily but well, they charmed their way through the place and convinced everyone to try a bite of something. By the time Jeff arrived, everyone was happy to see him and did not notice anything unusual about taking a week off and looking so trim and healthy. A few women took special notice of Jeff, and his Sperm took special notice of them and a few others back. Jeff’s bosses had received special muffins and were especially happy to see Jeff again to talk to him about a long overdue raise and promotion.

The work week flew by. The tone at the office shifted somehow to be a more fun, happier, and generally sexier place to work. May dropped off more baked goods almost every day and they had a big ice cream shakes party on Wednesday. By the end of the week, many of the women looked trimmer, hotter, and more interested in Jeff, while all of the guys liked, trusted, and respected him in all things.

Jeff was so glad his Sperm were as powerful as they were. Work had devolved into a stream of ladies looking for a quickie or a nooner, and other people doing his work for him gladly. His Sperm reassured him that by the end of the month, he would own the company and most of the employees, which would take care of his cash flow issues.

The weekend was an out and out orgy. Several women from work came by and paraded the improvements the Sperm had made in them. Almost every one was smarter, sexier, and healthier. The Sperm had figured out how to spread its influence to their friends and loved ones so no one really paid a lot of attention to their changes in appearance or lifestyle. Married women found their husbands were more than happy their wives were fucking Jeff, and women with boyfriends just found themselves breaking up.

Jeff found himself rising to every occasion, filling woman after woman in as many ways as he could. The Sperm was almost delirious with sheer joy at serving Jeff so well.

- 9 -

A couple of months later and Jeff was taking a well-deserved rest on his custom-made bed, surrounded by breathtakingly beautiful women. A couple of them were standing in the corners of the room fanning him with giant ostrich feathers as another was feeding him grapes. Two were doing very erotic dances involving scarves and veils. Jeff was tickled by the girl’s current ‘Arabian Nights’ motif and truly felt like a sultan.

He was about to ring the chime they had placed by his bed when Bethy came in wearing full ‘I Dream of Jeannie’ mode, looking amazingly like a young Barbara Eden. She placed her hands together and bowed. “Yes, Master?” She said. Damn, she looked good!

“Cluck like a chicken and lay an egg” Jeff said.

“M… Master?” Bethy asked, confused. She looked pained that she could not immediately comply but was already getting into position, elbows out, head pecking.

“Never mind. Just being silly. Sorry about that. Bethy, I am going for a walk. Have someone get me my sandals, a pair of shorts and a shirt, and see if you can find May to ask her if she will walk with me.”

“Jeff? I’m over here, darling. Of course I will walk with you.” May waved from a side of the bed where she was almost buried in other bodies.

Jeff smiled. “I have no idea where May is, but if you see her, please pass on the message. OK?” Bethy nodded, confused. She started to go over to May when Jeff stopped her. “Now, now, Bethy. If May was in the room, don’t you think I would have known it?”

May was waving her hand, trying to get free from the languid bodies draped over her, sputtering in her efforts to get Jeff to notice. Bethy had finally caught on that Jeff was being playful. “Master, I think she may be hiding in the room. Perhaps you should search for her here?”

Jeff smiled as he looked around the room. “I don’t know. There are a lot of people in here. How will I find her? I guess I will just have to check each person. I’ll start with you.” He kissed Bethy and fondled her breasts as he asked “Are you May?”

Bethy sighed at His touch and answered “No, Master.” He dismissed her to get his clothes. By now, most of the women were awake and ‘in’ on the game. Many smiled as they pretended to be asleep and those closest to May shifted to hide her better.

Jeff stood a tall woman with delicious dark skin up and kissed her. “Are you May?” He asked. She responded that she was not, and stepped out of the way. It turned into a fun game of fondling and hide and seek as the women tried to keep Jeff from May. The room was now full of giggling women slipping and squirming, kissing and fondling whatever they could reach. Jeff just kept working through the pile. Some of the women tried to not answer him, others fibbed and said that they were indeed May and got playful spankings when it turned out they fibbed.

When there were just a few women left, he grabbed May and asked her the question. She smiled and said yes, whereupon Jeff spanked her for fibbing and went to the next one. The women around her laughed at the expression of shock on her face.

“Now just one second, mister.” She said as she grabbed his arm. “I’m May and you damn well know it. Come here!” She pulled him into her arms and gave him an ear-popping kiss.

“THERE you are, you saucy wench. Why didn’t you say so. Sheesh-here I’ve been looking for you and you’ve been hiding all this time.” Jeff over-acted as he escorted her to the dressing room.

Jeff and May strolled the grounds of their new, large home outside the city. A few attractive women in skimpy summer work clothes were doing things like trimming a tree or washing a car, but mostly they were alone.

“I’ve been thinking, May, that we should retire and just do what we want to do. The company is doing well and the Sperm have been busy making sure that everyone they have affected have been adding to our bank account. Money is not a problem anymore. What do you think?”

“Honey, if it makes You happy, it makes me happy. You know that, silly!”

“I know, but is that you talking, or is it the Sperm? I’ve been wondering if you are still you lately.”

“Its all me. Well, of course, the Sperm talk to me all of the time, but I agree with everything they say. They are so smart, aren’t they?”

A chill ran down Jeff’s back. It had been bothering him lately that the Sperm seem to have completely taken over May and Bethy, and even his family and co-workers. No one disagreed with him anymore, even when he was being blatantly foolish. He had been wondering what the Sperm’s real agenda was. Why did they choose him? Whenever he tried to ask them- directly or through May- he did not get past ‘because they love you’.

The two returned to the house and the warm smell of hot sexed-up women. Jeff could feel the Sperm in him trying to get him to stop thinking and just indulge. His very pulse seemed to be saying “Fuck them, fuck them all, fuck them…” The more he tried to avoid sex, the more full his balls became and the more his testosterone seemed to rise. Lately, if he went more than a few hours without cumming, he felt more and more beast-like. Sometimes it felt like the animalistic element was trying to take over.

Take over. That thought kept coming back to him. What if the Sperm was an alien race trying to take over Earth? It was the epitome of stupid, he knew, but… what if? He felt the influence spreading. People he did not know were part of the background noise now, and he knew that there were dozen, no, hundreds of cultures of both the memory altering stuff and a strain that rather quickly integrated the recipient into the ‘network’.

‘Network.’ That was another thing. He felt a touch somehow from everyone connected to the Sperm. Some, like May and Bethy, he could sense the location and mood of, almost sense their thoughts- and he was sure they sensed his since they so often took care of his needs before he was even fully aware it was a need. But he could feel a tug somehow to hundreds of other people of all ages, races, and genders. He sensed that they all knew him and would do whatever he asked, but there was also a sense that they were… waiting for something.

He felt the sense of waiting sometimes too, like something was going to happen next week or next month. The Sperm sometimes seemed to hum in anticipation of some future event. A few more things needed to be made ready.

- 10 -

It took a few more days of thinking and planning, trying to not telegraph his thoughts to the Sperm. He banged the hell out of some of the random women around the mansion- women he did not even know.

By now, Jeff looked like a man-god. There was no reason for His Sperm to delay the transformation they had planned for him. He was tall and muscular, tan and powerful. His face looked like his might have if his life had gone perfectly, and even his teeth were now perfect. His cock was a tool of power and worship that he rarely covered when inside the mansion. Right now, he was running it in and out of May’s perfect little cunt and it was being licked by Bethy’s perfect tongue. Hell, if he had wanted it, he could be screwing Amber. She was in the other room rolling around with one of her hot friends that the Sperm enslaved some time ago.

May rippled the muscles inside her pussy, tugging on Jeff’s thick cock. Bethy was going at both His shaft and her mistresses sweet juices with enthusiasm and various hands and fingers were busy in various ways. Someone was fingering Jeff’s asshole, which was OK as He was doing the same to one of them. He was kissing May so hard their neck tendons were popping as he triggered His release. He broke lip-lock so he could yell out in satisfaction and triumph, withdrawing as he was still coming so Bethy could share in The Sperm.

Once He was cleaned up (several nubile women arrived, uncalled, with warm water and cleaning supplies to attend the trio. Jeff snatched a robe and announced He was going for a quick drive. It always created consternation when Jeff wanted to be alone, but His Word was Law, so they let him go, as long as He promised He would be right back.

Trying to keep his mind distracted by other things, Jeff drove to the airport, grabbed the small bag he had prepacked, and got on whatever plane was leaving next, apparently one for Denver. The Sperm was in an uproar, and He felt them trying to both get Him to turn around and to find someone close enough to stop or join Him. Jeff felt his lust rise and his blood start to boil, but got on the plane without incident.

In the air, he felt things change. Take off seemed to stress the Sperm in him, and when they were a ways away from the rest of the colony, he felt the connections sever. The Sperm in him seemed to quiet.

Oh, yes! Jeff was fucking a blonde bombshell with huge tits and an incredible pussy. She had a tail and a long tongue and was fucking his ass and mouth as he fucked her so deep he saw his cockhead in her throat and they were flying in the soft snow as all of his fingers turned into cocks and he began to fuck beautiful little flying fairies with each finger and every one of his hundred cocks was getting ready… getting ready… almost there… oh god oh god…

Jeff forced himself awake and jammed his blanket-covered hand hard onto his thick hard-on to prevent ejaculation. He had no idea what the Sperm’s plan was, but he was afraid that if any got out, they would somehow infect a passenger or crew member and do something, somehow. He burned with effort of preventing the ejaculation, eardrums pounded, heart throbbing, eyes ready to burst out… then, things calmed… more and more… and he was back in his seat. He assured a pretty stew that he was OK and accepted her offer of water and tried to ignore the twinkle in her eye.

By the time they landed, Jeff felt like he was cramping up internally. He found a bathroom and jacked off, pumping an ungodly amount of thick fluid into the bowl. He had to flush a couple times to prevent clogging. Then he found the custodian’s cart and swabbed and slathered the toilet with chemicals to try to make sure no Sperm remained.

They did not like that, not one bit. He felt sad, as if he had murdered an entire colony of something, but he soldiered on. He found a phone book and got the address he was hoping for. Luckily, it was on a bus route, so he could avoid using his credit card.

He got to the testing lab with plenty of time to spare and explained his question as best he could to the technician. He tried to explain that he thought there was something wrong with his sperm in a way that would not get him branded a lunatic or get the CDC called on him. He had found some references to genetic disorders and rare diseases he used as a cover story and finally convinced the tech to do a full analysis. He paid cash, gave a sample (being careful to flush and disinfect the vast majority of it. Turning it over, he reminded the tech to treat it as if it was radioactive and infectious. The tech smiled indulgently and left the interview area.

Jeff took the bus to a cheap motel and paid cash for a few days.

- 11 -

In-depth analysis was not fast. Jeff spent a very uncomfortable week waiting. He avoided people, especially women. He jacked off as often as he could, taking care to sterilize everything afterwards. He even bought bleach to help kill anything left behind, and hand sanitizer for his hands. He tried to go to a movie, but it was like he could smell the women around him and he had to leave. The museum was not so bad, and the bookstores were pretty safe. He wanted to call home so bad he finally bought a throw-away cell phone just so he could talk to May, Bethy, Amber and JJ. May was an interesting combination of horny, furious, lost, and wheedling. JJ tried to jut talk him into coming home, and Amber just cried, making him feel like shit. He assured them all he would be home soon and they would all laugh about this in a few more days. The Sperm in him burned with the effort of making him reveal his location or plans.

When he went to the lab again, something was very wrong. It was subtle- the receptionist was someone different and very, very attractive. She looked like she was trying hard to pretend like she did not know who he was. The tech was just bursting with enthusiasm to tell him that his sperm was perfectly OK. He kept repeating that, with an odd emphasis on the word ‘perfect’.

Jeff was getting nervous. “Do you have a print out for me, or anything?”

The tech assured him that no print out was needed. “In fact, here is your money back since we really did not have to do anything.” Jeff told him to keep it and tried to leave. When he opened the interview room door, there were three gorgeous women blocking the way. The receptionist gave him a big hug. “Master, please don’t leave us now. We want to thank you for coming here!” The other two murmured their agreement.

Jeff’s Sperm was kicking in full-blast. He had a rampant hard-on and his vision was getting cloudy as the beast within him rose.

In seconds, he had the receptionist down and was fucking her big tits with his thick cock. She was licking the head when it poked out the top of her massive cleavage. A long-haired blonde was taking the rest of his clothes off and caressing his neck and back as she cooed loving things hotly in his ear. The other woman, a dark-skinned lovely, was kissing him almost exactly as he had kissed May a few days ago.

Standing over the mini-orgy, the tech was saying something. “Your Sperm was quite upset, but now they see that you were just trying to spread the colony further. They still do not quite understand all of your plans, but they are going to reward you for your efforts on their behalf. They are changing your smell to make it so it arouses women near you. That way it will be easier to affect people like those on the plane or at the movies.”

Jeff groaned, both at the news and as he released a fresh load of Sperm on the receptionist’s boobs, which the other two women immediately took to licking up. Jeff managed to slip out and began his return home.

- 12 -

The trip home was interesting insofar as it became an aerial orgy. He was thankful the post 9/11 cockpit doors were locked, or the plane might not have made it. His Sperm was spreading all over the place now. Between hitting every female at the hotel, on the airport shuttle, leaving Sperm on every toilet seat in the gate, getting sucked off by at five women while waiting for the plane, and having watching a woman with a mouthful of his sperm sneak it into a cream dispenser at a coffee shop, he was now all over the place.

When he got home, he found himself naked and fucking everyone he saw within minutes. At one point, he was even balls-deep in Amber, his own daughter, and felt nothing but satisfaction over getting his rocks off. When he came to his senses, he asked where his son was. May proudly told him “JJ has been infected so he will spread Your Sperm, as will all men who come in contact with it now. Your Sperm learned so much from you and they are so happy now!” Jeff groaned at that even as he sensed JJ gaining a new convert somewhere.

Jeff was in anguish. The Sperm was spreading like a virus. He checked his accounts and found that he now had several accounts that were at the maximum they could possibly hold and that millions more were coming in every day. He tried to tell the Sperm to cut it back, that he did not need all of this. The Sperm seemed to grumble- he DESERVED it, they loved Him and this was a way to quantify that.

Loved Him. They had him trapped. Every time Jeff tried to go out, he either met a converted person who would try to adore him, or his pheromones would work to attract any unconverted woman. If he did not have sex every hour or so, it felt like his balls would explode. A new development was that he now felt the urge to infect a new person every few days, and he was starting to feel like he should travel more.

- 13 -

Tokyo was a dangerous city for Jeff, but he was here nonetheless. His core women, May, Bethy, and Amber (he barely remembered the incredibly stacked teen as his daughter anymore) insisted on visiting Japan and he felt a need to go as well. When he saw how crowded the airport was with people going everywhere, he saw the Sperm’s viral logic.

They stayed at an opulent hotel, eventually taking over three entire floors as Japanese girls of all descriptions stumbled across His path. Kieko was a typical story.

Kieko was a chambermaid. She was small and slender, even for an Oriental. Kieko also was rather plain and flat-faced. She did enjoy tending to the room of the large foreigner- he tipped well and his lady friends were very nice. Early on the second morning, one of the women gave Kieko a big hug and a chaste kiss… but somehow, her mouth smelled wonderful and Kieko ended up kissing her on the lips, tasting some sort of mysterious and salty wonder. Kieko kissed her harder and the girl, Amber, laughed and sat down, pulling Kieko’s head to her crotch. Kieko was fascinated by Amber’s bare, pink pussy, but more by the incredible smell coming from it. She lapped at Amber’s womanhood until there was nothing left but Amber’s sweet taste.

Amber rewarded Kieko for the delicious orgasms by bringing her into the bedroom where the big white man was laying down with a massive… could that be his manhood?... sticking up from is crotch. Kieko was drawn to it even as another woman was gently jacking the shaft. Barely thinking about what she was doing, Kieko pulled off her now-cumbersome clothing and climbed aboard the impossible shaft. At first, only the very tip of the head fit in, then the wonderful man shot a bit of himself into her and it was like she came alive at that moment.

Her delicate flower opened and flowed down Her Master’s Tool, letting her absorb the joy as she sank and felt It fill her completely within. She felt Him blast little bombs inside her, each one changing her in some way. She adored her new Master, whatever His name might be, and she always had. She loved her new Sisters around the world and could begin to feel them all rejoicing with her. Her face tingled and her tiny titties burned as Master’s Sperm changed her into His ideal. She got more and more rambunctious, smiling and laughing as she bounced on Him with His Glory filing her more and more, forcing her boobs out, exploding her hips and butt, and remodeling her face into that of a perfect Japanese princess doll.

Within an hour, Kieko was a new person, a beautiful Oriental with an incredible body who lived to serve Jeff however she could. She lost no time spreading the gospel of Jeff to her co-workers and family.

Jeff tried to not enslave the entire island of Japan, and succeeded somewhat. He tried to keep his acolytes from fucking everyone they saw, and he succeeded somewhat… but the Sperm was insistent and sneaky. They went from Japan to Italy and a whole new set of lovely women to entice poor Jeff. Italy to Paris, then Lisbon. Europe to Australia, then to visit the beauties of Brazil, Buenos Aires. Then Hawaii, LA, Miami. The Cult of Jeff’s Sperm was becoming global in reach.

- 14 -

Then, suddenly, Jeff was back home. He was astounded to see how… normal everything looked. No big news stories, no statues in his honor. Amber and JJ were back to fairly normal, although both looked incredible- they were again his children.

The mansion was maintained by a dedicated and skillful crew of attractive women who gladly accepted his advances but did not attack him. His company asked him to come back and sit in on some meetings, and even his bank balances seemed to stabilize in the low billions. Respect replaced adoration, reality replaced obscene fantasy, and he found himself curled up next to May on a hammock in the warm sun of their garden.

“Will I ever know what happened?” He asked as he looked into May’s adoring and incredible eyes. May smiled and explained that the Sperm saw a new danger- a growing resistance to their powers, a sort of natural anti-viral. There were pockets of Sperm in literally every city over half-a-million people, and most cities over 100,000. Increasingly, there were people who could not be infected, and even those who reclaimed those who were. The Sperm were confused until they correlated the knowledge of many medical experts and scientists they had in the network. They were still unsure if it was another form of the hive, a mutant version, a natural occurrence, or what, but the Sperm’s conclusion was to back off and research things, and to reevaluate the ultimate goal.

“And what is the ‘ultimate goal’ of the Sperm?” Jeff asked.

May laughed. “Why, to keep you happy. After all, your Sperm love you.”