Darwin's Broken (ar musc)
by MS_alberta
I was a fifth year senior in college and was in the frat known for partying. I kinda paid the price for it.
C’mon, there was no way this could be happening to me. She’s right outside, on the bed, waiting for me. C’mon! Shit! It’s not getting hard.
That was Friday night. Me and my girl had been out partying and had come back to the frat house for a good, long, fuck. She got on the bed and waited for me, I went to the bathroom to take a leak and slip on a condom. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t get it up. I also couldn’t go out there and tell her I couldn’t fuck her. I had this awful feeling in my stomach. So, I stuck my finger down my throat and threw up all over the bathroom. She heard it, I knew she heard it. I had hoped she heard it. I was still in the bathroom listening for her to leave. I didn’t have to wait long. I heard the bed creak as she got off it, the floor boards moan as she went around the room collecting her clothes, and finally the door slam as she left. It was better she thought I couldn’t handle my liquor, than think I wasn’t a real man.
I came out of the bathroom and sat down, feeling like shit. I got back and spent the rest of the night stumbling around my bathroom cleaning up the mess I had made.
She was hot as hell, and fun to be around, but I knew if she found out I couldn’t get it hard, it would be over. We were together only so we’d have a good safe fuck always waiting for us, not ‘cause we were in love.
I told my best friend and frat brother about my problem. We had been great friends since we both rushed our freshman year. We had even, you know, tried stuff with each other, just to see what it was like. After that, I was never more sure that I was into girls.
Anyways, I told him about it. He was a smart guy, when he wanted to be. He said it could’ve just been a one time thing, or maybe I had just gotten way to drunk. His prof. in bio had told him that the more a guy drinks, that harder it is to get wood. That sounds way to dumb to be true. He even made a joke, saying maybe I oughta start buying those hard-on pills. He laughed really hard at that one. I just let it drop after that.
His joke about pills was really bugging me. What if I did need pills? Wait, only old guys use those… but what if I can’t get hard with out ‘em. I was really starting to freak out and that sick feeling in my gut had come back.
A bunch of the frat bros. were going out to get wasted and I went with ‘em. I need to get this whole “pill” thing outta my head.
I don’t think I’ve ever been as drunk as I was that night.
When we got back to the house, I fell onto my bed and started pounding away on my cock. C’mon, dammit! It was no use. It just flopped around in my hand. My long, thick tube of five inches wouldn’t wake up and do its job. I’m definitely more a shower, than a grower. My cocks hangs around at five inches limp, but is only 6 1/2 , or 7 inches when hard. It’s not like my best friend’s junk, he meausered himself at 3 ½ limp, and 8 ½ hard. Shit, that must scare girls when they see it growing like that. Still, I’m pretty happy when it. Or at least I was, when it wasn’t a useless piece of dead meat.
The next morning I was determined to get it up, and get off. I started searching online for some good porn. Before I could even see a nipple an advertisement popped up.
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Everything seemed weird right at that moment. These penis ads were everywhere, but something about this one just seemed to perfect. I knew I shouldn’t buy into it, but I did. I ordered the free sample.
Friday came around again. More parties, more booze, and more sex. My pills also came Friday. I was worried that the frat brothers would find the box and ask me about it. The company was pretty smart, though. They sent it in a box that made it look like it was a book or something. The guys left the package alone the whole day.
It was about three in the afternoon and I decided to try it out. The bottle looked pretty normal, and the label said it was all natural. There was only one warning on the bottle; it said not take more than one pill in a 24 hour period. I didn’t want to try it out for the first time with her, so I decided for a test run all by myself.
The second it went down my throat I knew something was happening. My stomach started spasming, but it didn’t hurt, it just felt weird. I took off my shirt, leaving my Tommy’s and my pants on.
My muscles were moving on their own. It went on to my pecs, they were flexing and bouncing without me trying to make ‘em. This happened all over my body, even in places I didn’t expect. I felt it on my shoulders, my guns, and my forearms. That was all pretty normal, I flexed those all the time at the gym, but it was weird and kinda fun when I felt the muscles in my face and on my scalp doing the same thing, or the muscles in my hands and fingers doing it. It had tensed every part of my body except one, my cock. I could feel it coming now, the way you know when you’re gonna shot your load. I shucked off my pants and bent over to watch it. Slowly, it started to feel weird. It was really warm, my cock hung low on me, and my balls seemed lower than ever. I felt the spasm force my cock up and out. It was kinda like coming, like there were six or seven spasms. Each time my cock jumped and smacked my abs.
YEAH!
I laid down on my bed and started tugging and playing with it. Shit, it felt great. I kept on stroking it, but not letting myself cum, even though I was really fuckin’ horny.
I had played with it for a while, but decided to put it away and hang out with the guys. Damn, I was so hyper, too! The guys even asked me to settle down. I was kinda worried about it ‘cause I was still really horny, even around the frat brothers. It was about three hours later when I felt it start up again, so I went back up to my bed room and waited for it. It was like the opposite of a spasm. My whole body went limp, and I couldn’t move anything. That didn’t last long, I was back in control real quick, and even though the awesome feeling was gone, my cock was still semi-hard. I knew I could get it back up in a second if I wanted to, but I let it go down. I decided not to blow my load, but to save it for my girlfriend.
I got dressed and headed out. I waited for an hour at the club with the guys when I finally got a text message saying she had gone to the hospital. Her dad had had a mild heart attack, but everything was fine. So, I spent the rest of the night checking out and hitting on all the other girls, and the weirdest part, I danced, like, alot. I was full of energy, but in the end went home alone. I was so turned on, it was kinda annoying how sexed up I was. See, I had taken one of those pills before I had left for the club, just in case I might have problems again, even though the bottle said not to.
I was laying in my bed getting ready to jerk off when I got another text from my girl, saying she was sorry she couldn’t make it, and it turned out her dad just had had really awful heartburn. The end of the message told me not to jerk it and to get a goodnight’s sleep, ‘cause she’d be coming over early tomorrow to ride me all morning. Damn! I thought, now I gotta go to bed with this damn flagpole sticking up in the middle of my bed, I thought to myself. I pushed it to the side so it wouldn’t be so obvious.
I laid back down, pulled the blankets over me and tried to fall asleep with a huge boner under the covers, even though I was still so hard, and I hadn’t felt the un-spasm yet. I took me an hour to finally nodd off. When the un-spasm did come, it woke me up. I checked the clock and it told me that the pill had lasted 6 hours this time.
I got up early the next morning, feeling like my old self again, and I was pretty sure I’d be able to get it up for her. But what if I couldn’t, that sick feeling in my stomach came back. I opened the bottle, but paused when I remembered it said not to take more than one in 24 hours; if I downed one now, that be three pills in less than 18 hours. What the Hell, I thought. I figured all that would happen would be that it lasts a little long. I popped it in my mouth and swallowed it.
Instantly, I knew I had made the wrong decision. I felt the spasm coming again, but it was wrong. I knew it was coming to my cock first, instead of my stomach and the rest of my body. I didn’t even have time to get outta my clothes before my cock was rock hard and spasming and jerking harder than ever before. I couldn’t keep up right, I fell over. I was on the floor, my cock still throbbing and feeling like it was shooting, but not actually cuming. During this, I started to feel the spasms everywhere else on my body, but my attention was focused more on the orgasm that seemed it would never stop, or even begin.
Finally, my body began to relax. I looked up at the clock; I had been rolling around on my bedroom floor for 20 minutes. I was exhausted and sweaty. I could hear the showers going; the bathrooms would be packed right now. There was no way I could get in there and clean myself up without the brothers asking me a lot of uncomfortable questions. I decided to go clean myself up outside at the showers built next to the pool. Before I left my room, I heard my cell phone go off. It was another text from my girlfriend. She was breaking up with me. She had met a young doctor at the hospital last night and really felt something with him. I wasn’t pissed she had met someone knew, I was pissed because I had taken that pill for nothing. We were never really serious, so there weren’t any real hard feelings there.
I squeezed into my tight, tiny speedos and checked the hall for anyone walking by (I had bought them so skimpy ‘cause I knew it got girls attention fast, but it also got guys attention, too, unfortunately). I ran down the stairs, and jumped into the pool to try and relax my body. I couldn't, I was full of energy again, real hyper. I swam around for about an hour, thinking about what those pills could be, and what they might be doing to my body. Eventually, I decided I should probably just throw them away. Shit! I was still horny. I had been floating in the pool and my cock was making itself very noticeable, sticking up and outta the water like it was.
I swam to the side of the pool and climbed out, with my cock kinda pressing hard against the material of my speedos. I turned on the shower and washed myself off. Shit! I was still so damn horny. I wasn’t about to start jacking off. I knew if one of the guys caught me out here, like at 9:00 in the morning, jerk myself off, all the guys would give me a hard time about it. I did let my hands wander and rub all over my body, it felt real good and anyone watching would probably just think I was washing myself. What made me stop and look at myself for the first time that morning was my speedos. I had bought them tight and small, they we’re supposed to ride really low on my body, but there were higher than they shoulda been. I looked at my little outtie belly button, something else was wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It looked weird, than I got it. My belly button was fine; it was the muscles around it that had all gotten smaller. Shit! I had gotten smaller! I ran back up to my bedroom and checked out my body. My body was little! I was a kid again! Shitshitshitshit, wait, stop freaking out. The pills, it had to be the pills, I thought. I found the bottle and got no help from it at all. The bottle said nothing about turning into a freagin’ kid. There was an address for comments or complaints. I figured I had a pretty goddamn big complaint, so I tried to find clothes I could fit into, and made my way down to my car. “Shit”, I cursed again. I had left my keys upstairs. I considered going back up there, and what might happen if one of my frat brothers saw me like this. How different did I look, I wondered. I leaned down to the car mirror and looked at myself. Damn. I was like a freshman in high school. Well, there goes the idea about the car, I knew I looked to young to even drive.
So with the address written down on a piece of paper, I went looking for a bus stop. My cock kept popping up, it was taking a lot of concentration to make it go back down. Everywhere I went I felt like people knew there was something wrong with me, like everyone was watching me. I got on the bus and was about to ask the driver if the bus would get me near to the address when he started scolding me. After chewing me out for about five minutes for wasting his time, he prattled off all the major stops and rudely motioned for me to take a seat. I sat down in the front so I could see where we were going. I was still trying to make my dick go soft every 20 minutes or so. Half way there a bunch of old ladies got on the bus and driver yelled at me to give up my seat for them and muttered something about kids not having any respect for their elders. Now this was something I had forgotten about. The fact that I was a teenager… no, I’m not a teenager, I’m a man! Alright, that fact that I look like a teenager, means everyone’s just gonna assume I’m a troublemaker.
We finally came to my stop, and I swear I heard the bus driver say “good riddance” as I left, even though I hadn’t done anything wrong, and had only asked questions anyone might have asked.
I walked for another 40 minutes to building and made my way inside. This was something else I had forgotten about; how hard it was to get around without a car. The receptionist saw me coming and began speaking on her headset before I got there. I was about to tell her off for treating me like a kid and trying to ignore me when she asked “Overdose?”. I was a little too shocked that she already knew my problem. Eventually, I stuttered out a “yeah”. My hands shot to my mouth and throat. That was the first time I had spoken since I had changed. I had said “yeah” with a voice I hadn’t heard in years. I really was some punk teenager again.
“You can take a seat, the doctor should be able to see you in about ten minutes” she said. Damn! There goes my dick again! It was plumping up again. I made my way over to the row of seats with my hand over my crotch and concentrated on making it go back down.
It wasn’t even near five minutes before the doctor came out with two boys with their arms around each others waists, and about my age. “Well, then, just try to go on living your normal lives, but don’t rule out coming to live at the center or going back to school. I’ll see you two at the meeting this weekend.” I watched the boys, they seemed a little too close for two boys, and the way they walked and moved seemed weird. The two boys left the building, and the doctor motioned for me to come inside the exam room. He told me to strip and hop up on the exam table. He was acting like he had patients coming in everyday with my complaint. That really didn’t make me feel good about all this. He went through a normal check up with me, except he asked my history last.
“Name?”
“Zack. Zack Riles”
“Previous Age?”
“What?” I asked, “What do you mean previous age? I don’t care what I look like, I’m still a man, not a kid!” I answered a little more harshly than I meant to.
Again, the doctor took it all in stride, like he had been doing this all morning, “Listen, I know you’re a man, but you’ve got to realize the rest of the world won’t anymore. So, according to your driver’s license how old are you?” He asked.
“23” I replied.
“Ok, tell me the times you took the pills, how long each one lasted, and how many you took.” asked the doctor.
“Umm, I took one at 3 o’clock yesterday and that last for three hours, then another around 10:00 and that lasted until 4 in the morning so I guess it lasted six, and then the one that I took was at 8:00 this morning, and now I’ve looked like this since then. So that would make this one, ummm…” I looked around the office for a clock and was alittle surprised to find out it was 3:30 already, “umm, I guess this one’s lasted seven and a half hours. So, like, does it double each time or something? Will I change back into my real self at 8:00?”
“Young man, you are your real self, as you put it.” Said the doctor. “One pill will do exactly as it is supposed to do, but any more than that and the reaction is unstable and unpredictable. Anything can effect it after two pills: allergy medications, ultra violet rays, Hell, dairy products even. I have however come up with a kind of formula to determine your current age, approximately.” The doctor began muttering to himself, repeating to me how long the effects of the pills lasted and that I only took one each time. “Well, I would guess you’re about 13 years old and 4, maybe 6 months.”
I actually hadn’t heard most of this conversation, I only know what he said ‘cause he had had to repeat it to me. Most of this time I was busy examining my new body. After he said “Young man, you are your real self” I kinda checked out. He told me to get dressed and we started talking about my options.
The government had been funding his project and I had been one of the last to receive his free sample; apparently there were a lot of guys out there who couldn’t follow simple instructions. He said I could try to go back to my old life, to my frat brothers and to finishing college, but a lot of his other patients were having trouble with trying to act like nothing had changed, especially because it seemed they’re again process had been reset to an earlier stage and severly retarded now. The doc told me it might take 15 or 16 years, instead of ten, until I looked the way I used to. He said there was a group home down the street where a lot of us were going to try and start over again. It was funded by the Fed.s and run by him. There were also group meetings held there every Saturday night for everyone, like it was a kinda support group. I had asked him if that’s what he had been talking about with the two boys he showed out earlier. He said ‘yes’ and that but that they had decided to try and go about their normal lives. The whole time he talked about them I could tell from the tone of his voice, he expected them to fail at it.
He called a cab to take me to the group home, and as we waited outside in the afternoon sun he told me, “You know, you should count yourself as lucky. You’ll see why when you get to the center. Those two you saw earlier today, the ones who looked around your age, well, they had taken two pills each at about the same intervals as you did. They said they thought it was like Tylenol, that they were supposed to take two every four hours or something ridiculous like that. Those two were in their late forties before they started messing around with my pills. Imagine if you had taken two at a time, I bet I’d have to enroll you in kindergarten. At least, you can still function like a man. There are individuals at the center who have effectively reversed their own puberties.” I let that fact role through me, that there were grown men at this center, in bodies that were only a fraction of their real age. I could run into fifty year olds who looked five!
“Hey, Doc, can I ask you something?”
“Of course, I am your doctor now.”
“Umm, Doc, I’m like way hyper now and really, really, horny now, almost all the time, is that normal?” I asked as I sat, with my hands down my pants. “Like, it keeps getting hard on its own.”
“Yes, completely normal. Unfortunately Zack, that’s a condition you’re going to have to live with, possibly for the rest of your life. It would seem that a hyper-sexuality come with the overdose phenomenon, as well as a massive increase in metabolism and energy levels.”
“One more question, Doc…” I thought to myself, God, I don’t know what I’m gonna do if he gives me the answer I think he’s gonna, “Doc, is it true that it’s hard to, you know, get a woody, if your drunk?”
“Oh, of course! The more intoxicated one becomes, the more difficult it will be to have intercourse. I’ll see you in few hours, I have one more patient here.” Replied the doctor, as he herded me into the cab and shut the door behind me.
He waved goodbye as the cabby drove us off to the center and I realized I coulda prevented all of this.
END