The Dark Opal (closed)

[WiccanMother76]

Rachel Thompson
Age 45

Rachel sighed as she nervously watched the clock in her mini-van. She’d have to speed up to get home before her son. She liked to be there when he got home from school, and ask about his day a little bit. He was 18, and a senior in high school, but she still liked to give him a little friendly parental attention. Especially since he seemed to be lacking in that from his father. And anybody else for that matter.

His father, her husband, John, had been a big jock in high school. She had been the cheerleader. Nobody was quite surprised when they ended up together, high school sweethearts paired off for life. Their first child, Liz, who was now 20, seemed to take after them. She was extremely popular, charismatic, curvy. She enjoyed all the social aspects of high school as much as they had. Homecoming queen, prom queen, cheerleader, all of it.

Then, their son. He had just never been like them. He was skinny and shy. He didn’t have very many friends. Rachel still adored him and doted over him, but his father (now a fast-moving sales vice president who was home less and less) lost interest as their son got older and older and John realized his son wouldn’t be the star football player he hoped for. Liz, early on was cruel to their son, and later on simply ignored him. For the two years they co-existed together at the same high school, at the peak of Liz’s adolescent social powers, she would simply deny that her brother was related to her, then try to pass this off as a joke.

Rachel parked the car in the garage and got out. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror in the foyer as she hurried into the garage. She had a tall, slender build with brownish blonde hair and deep brown eyes. Constant yoga and pilates class had kept her body fit and athletic. She had a large chest, although gravity and two children had taken their toll on the shape. Her long, firm legs carried her into the kitchen where she tossed a shopping bag onto the island counter. She silently began sorting the groceries, expecting her son to come home any minute.

 

[saedo]

Travis arrived home and headed to his bedroom. Yet another mediocre day in the mediocre life of Travis Thompson. Get up, go to school, attend band practice, come home, do chores, do homework, blah blah blah. Mix in food and sleep and that was pretty much it.

It wasn't a bad life. Just unremarkable. Yet that made him sort of a ghost. Save for a couple of friends, kids at school tended to remember him as "what's his name, the quiet kid with the glasses". Shyness made asking girls out something he rarely attempted, particularly since his few efforts had all ended in polite refusals. Travis just existed at the periphery of everyone's awareness.

Things weren't much better at home. Dad, the high school jock now mostly gone to seed, had clearly wanted kids he could cheer from the sidelines. He could sort of do that with his football cheerleader and girl's golf team captain daughter, but not so much his flute-playing, astronomy club vice president son. Dad would still make the occasional token effort to take an interest, but more often work concerns or sports on TV took precedence.

Liz seemed to largely have forgotten her younger brother. During her high school transformation from skinny little girl to voluptuous teen goddess, her life had accelerated into the express lane. Beautiful, popular, intelligent, athletic, outgoing Liz became the girl everyone wanted to be friends with in high school and she seemed well on her way to that position in her sophomore year at college. From Travis' perspective, he was just an unimportant someone in her past that was fast receding in her rear view mirror.

Mom at the very least tried to engage with him, but that was sometimes even worse. Too often it was tinged with pity. He could sense that part of her still hoped he was going through some ugly duckling phase and that he'd eventually turn into a swan like his sister.

He turned to the mirror in his room. He was looked pretty good when he could manage to smile. He was in good shape, but his muscles remained lean and wiry rather than bulking up.

But he looked out of place in the family photos. His 6'1" father had broad shoulders and the build of a linebacker, albeit a bit more fat than in his playing days. Mom and Liz were both tall and their mutual fondness for wearing heeled shoes meant Travis was always slightly shorter than everyone. All three also had big, confident smiles that made his shy one seem meek by comparison. With his dark hair and green eyes compared to various shades of blonde and blue, he always felt like he didn't quite belong.

Travis set his bags down and sat on his bed. He reached for a golf-ball sized hunk of stone on his bedside table. During one of his evening astronomy sessions near the beach, he'd discovered it in a little impact crater in the aftermath of a meteor shower. Finding a tiny meteorite was the closest thing to good luck he'd had in months, so he'd taken to rubbing it like a little talisman.

As always, the coldness surprised him. It always provided a tingle that briefly radiated from his fingertips to deep in his core. But that somehow that sensation felt empowering, like a charge was building up somewhere within him.

But back to reality. Mom would want help with dinner. Dad was away on business, so that would make things easier. But Liz was due home from school in the next few days, so there was something to dread.

Travis sighed and put down his stone. He trudged towards the kitchen and tried to force a smile on his face. Mom didn't like to see him frown. "Hey, Mom, what's for dinner?"

 

[WiccanMother76]

Rachel jumped a little when she heard her son come down the stairs rather than through the door. She assumed that she had beaten him home but that didn’t seem to be the case. He seemed to have a little grin on his face which cheered her up to see that he seemed to be in more chipper spirits than usual. “Hey buddy,” she said warmly. “ Have a good day at school?” she asked.

“Your father requested spaghetti and meatballs,” she said. Rachel thought back to this afternoon. John texted her ‘I’m thinking about you.’ He was at work and she had just left pilates class. For a moment her heart raced. She imagined them exchanging dirty texts like teenagers. Their love life was fine, about once a week, which was better than a lot of married couples. But it had gotten dull, and John didn’t seem to try as hard as he used to. She started picturing him texting her all sorts of ravishing ideas, getting her so worked up she could barely wait for him to come home. But, her hopes were smashed when his next text was ‘Do you think you can make spaghetti tonight?’

She took the ingredients out of the bag and started preparing dinner. “Hey, honey?” she said to Travis. “I was thinking, remember when we were watching Liz at the big college football game last weekend?” Liz was now on the cheerleading squad for the big state college, and occasionally showed up on the sidelines on the televised game. John and her made it a point to watch regularly. Now that she had started this conversation, she couldn’t remember if Travis had joined them or not, and that was embarrassing. “Well, anyway. I was thinking, you’re good enough to play the flute in college band, right? Do you ever want to play at the next level? When Liz is here this weekend we could ask her if she knows anybody in the band department?” She asked, smiling at her son.

 

[saedo]

Well, anyway. I was thinking, you’re good enough to play the flute in college band, right? Do you ever want to play at the next level? When Liz is here this weekend we could ask her if she knows anybody in the band department?

Travis looked away so that his mother wouldn't see him rolling his eyes. Even her attempts to be encouraging carried an implicit comparison with his sister. Barely a sophomore and already she was Miss Important on campus.

"No, Mom. I'm not looking to go to Liz's school. I want a smaller university." That was true, but mostly he didn't want to spend two more years being Liz's unremarkable little brother.

He tried to make certain allowances for Mom. She tried to be fair in her affection, but she clearly didn't really get him. Meanwhile, she and Liz were almost eerily alike in their personalities and senses of humor. They even looked a bit alike, which was rather impressive given that Liz was a smoking hot college coed while Mom was a 40-something mother of two. Small wonder Mom and Liz sometimes seemed more like sisters than mother and daughter.

He did his usual best to avoid getting drawn too deeply into another conversation about his future. Such things usually wound up as some sort of pep talk about self-improvement. Travis generally interpreted that to be more like Liz. Just thinking about it made him weary.

"I may go to bed early. I'm feeling kind of tired," he eventually sighed. It wasn't entirely a ruse to end his mother's chatter. He had been feeling more run-down the past week or so. Ever since that last night of stargazing when he found the meteorite. And occasionally there was a strange tension in his lower torso. Not nausea or cramps. More like a coiled spring, building up energy.

Probably he picked up a cold or something out by the water. But he wasn't going to tell Mom that. She'd want to take him to the doctor or worse. All he needed was more sleep and to just unwind

 

[WiccanMother76]

Rachel nodded at her son’s answer. “Yeah, a smaller school. One of those fancy little liberal arts schools,” she said with a smirk. The thought made her happy and made sense. She imagined Travis attending a smaller school with a bunch of likeminded loners. She hoped he’d meet some girl who was similar to him, some female companionship in the way a mother couldn’t provide might bring him out of his shell a bit.

“What about…” she stammered, trying to think of an example of one small liberal arts college in their area. Unfortunately, her knowledge of colleges was mostly limited to the big state school where her, John and Liz attended and that school’s sport conference rivals. “Well, I’m sure we’ll have time to research and find one that’s perfect for you,” she gave her son a big smile but was afraid it came off as phony.

She looked over and Travis seemed to be checked out of the conversation. So, Rachel decided she wouldn’t press the issue. She had just gotten a pot of water on the stove for the pasta when Travis announced he was tired and might miss dinner. Her and John knew he occasionally snuck out late at night but neither of them was that worried about it. Other parents might be worried but John and her both knew he just laid in the grass and looked at the stars.

“Okay, baby,” she said softly, walking over and giving him a gentle mom hug, her breast slightly pressing into his chest. “You must have been sneaking out again to look at the stars,” she whispered softly, hoping to impress him with her astute parental knowledge that he liked to sneak out to stargaze.

She released him from the hug. “I’ll save you a plate in the fridge in case you get hungry later,” she said, smiling at him.

 

[saedo]

"Thanks, Mom," Travis mumbled. He was slightly surprised she knew about his astronomy sessions. Certainly he'd told his parents about going out to watch the stars, but he never thought they'd ever listened.

He did in fact take his portable telescope out an hour after sunset. But rather than take his mind off his problems, he found himself feeling all the more run-down and achy. Travis returned far earlier than usual and headed straight for bed. Maybe a full night's rest would help.

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The sunlight peeking around the window drapes in his bedroom indicated it was already midday when Travis awoke. He must have slept for at least a dozen hours. He still felt a bit groggy, but the strange tension seemed to have dissipated. The long sleep must have helped.

He headed to the bathroom that linked his bedroom with his sister's. Remembering her imminent return home, he slid his towel back to his side. Liz could be pretty territorial about such things. He turned on the shower and stepped inside the cascade when the water warmed up.

His first realization that all was not as it had been came when he began washing his lower half. As his hand spread soapy water across his crotch, he could feel his fingers on his cock. But his fingers by contrast reported that what he was touching couldn't possibly be his cock.

"Holy shit!" Travis whispered as he looked down. There was indeed a cock between his legs, but certainly not the one he remembered from yesterday or the thousands of days before. Like everything else about his life, that had been unremarkable. The one before him now was anything but.

He stepped out of the shower and stood in front of a mirror to see his reflection. Yes, it was a cock. Yes, it was attached to him. Yes, it was enormous.

The dangling monstrosity had to be nearly a foot long. Maybe more. As a teenage boy, Travis was seen a fairly amount of porn on the Internet. While his interest was normally on the naked females in the videos, he'd also seen plenty of cocks in those videos. His was easily longer than about 90% of them. And it wasn't even hard.

But unlike even those biggest pornstar dicks, his cock's thickness was something else entirely. The proportions seemed radically off, because there was nothing slender about this monster. Travis cupped one hand around the shaft and found it difficult to make his finger and thumb reach.

In so doing, he also noted that his balls were bigger, too. Not quite so dramatically, perhaps, but his wrinkly scrotum now bulged with a much heftier pair than he remembered.

Travis felt shaky. What was going on? Why was this happening? What should he do?

Help. He needed help. His parents. Yes, his parents. He was their kid, so they'd have to help him. Right? Yes, surely. Hopefully. Maybe.

He paused just long enough to throw on clothes. He then went in search of Dad. Dad had a cock, so maybe he'd know what was going on. Yes. That'd work.

No, it wouldn't. It was Saturday, so Dad would be at the golf course already. He wouldn't be home for hours. Wait for him or tell Mom?

Tell Mom. He couldn't wait that long. He was on the edge of panic already. He needed to tell someone before he started to freak out. He needed someone to tell him it would be okay. Mom could do that. Yes. Tell Mom.

 

[WiccanMother76]

By Saturday morning, John could barely stop to give Rachel a kiss before he sped off to his tee time. Rachel normally would let herself feel depressed by his lack of attention on the weekends, but Liz was returning home for a visit, and that cheered her up. They were close, and very friendly. Her daughter had always been one of her best friends.

Rachel was sitting in the living room, wearing a pink t-shirt and grey sweatpants, her hair up in a bun. She was browsing store ads on her phone, she was hoping to talk Liz into a shopping trip at the nearby outlet mall when she got in. She was shocked when she heard Travis run down the stairs. He was nervous and jittery. She was worried.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” She said, getting up and taking him by the shoulders. He was pale, she put a hand to his forehead. “What’s the matter, tell your mother?” she said.

 

[saedo]

Honey, what’s wrong? Are you feeling okay

"Yes," Travis replied automatically. He wasn't actually in any pain to speak of. Despite the massive change in his anatomy, he did not feel particularly different.

Still, he couldn't say everything was well. Surely the drastic growth in his genitals was cause for concern. It just wasn't natural. Was it?

"Or, at least not exactly. I mean, I feel okay, but something strange has happened. I went to bed and everything was normal. But when I awoke, well, things were different.

He could see his efforts to explain weren't getting him very far. This was proving more difficult than he'd expected. Dammit.

He took a deep breath. "Okay, this is probably going to sound super weird, but I don't know who to tell and I have to tell someone because it's freaking me out."

Another deep breath. "Okay, the thing is that when I went to bed, I was average sized. You know, down there," he explained, nodding vaguely toward his lower half. "You know, between my legs? Birds and bees and stuff?"

"Well, when I woke up, it was bigger. A lot bigger. And no I don't mean morning wood or anything. I mean it like tripled in the size. Maybe more. But that should be impossible, right? So now I'm worried that there's something really wrong."

Travis inhaled again. " So I think maybe someone should take a look at it and see if they think I need to see a doctor or something. Maybe I should ask Dad, but he's not here, so I suppose that is makes you the only choice. "

Travis' hand rested near the waistband of his jeans. Should he unfasten them to show her? Would she want to see?