Unblended Ch. 01

This story is based on the setting created by icedragonmo3 in their story The Blending. I really enjoyed it, and I wanted to play around in that world a little (with the author's permission, of course, many thanks to them for the go-ahead!). As a result, this story contains lots of characters of intersex gender with exaggerated proportions, oral sex, huge cumshots and cum-sumption (heh), incestuous relationships, poly couples, and probably lots more as it goes.
As always, all persons participating in sexual activities or described in a sexual manner are at least 18 years of age. Which is tricky in a story featuring horny teenagers, but not impossible.
*****
The world's been through a lot over the past few years. 85% of the world's adult population turning into persons of intersex gender known as "blended" will do that, I suppose. Watching my friends and family transform as the virus, condition, whatever it's being called today; the experience has been scary, but also incredible. As disorienting as it can be, I've seen how liberating and empowering it can be as well, especially for my best friends and my mama (that's 'mawma' with a Texas twang, for reference). I was absolutely ready for that change to happen to me, and that's where we're starting. There's a bit of background first, so I apologize for the delay in getting to the fun stuff.
Right, introductions. My name is Andrew Wayne, everyone calls me Ace except for my mom. I live with my parents Veronica, a successful patent and contract attorney, and Betty (formerly Butch), a retired USMC master sergeant (oo-rah). As this story begins, I will be in my senior year of high school and turning 18. I will also be one of the most pursued guys at Granite Hills High, but we'll get to that. I am 6' 2", I weigh in at about 185, and I look a lot like David Bowie, both by chance and by choice: a little wiry, high cheekbones, short dirty-blond hair, brown eyes, and amazing dress sense if I may say so. Mama says I sing a little like Bowie, as well, which is good because Mama loves her some Young Americans.
I have two best friends: Tessa Miller and Michiko Sanada. Tessa and I have been friends since we were toddlers and she was Tommy Miller. We met Michiko when her family moved here from Japan (we're all ex-military brats), and we've been thick as thieves ever since. Tessa and Michiko have been dating since the eighth grade, and they were the cutest couple even before becoming blended.
The Blending hit the world in the middle of our sophomore year. News reports described the unusual effects of being "infected": dropping into a state of hibernation interspersed with periods of extreme hunger as the body reconfigured itself. Women gained height, muscle mass, and male sex organs; men developed female sex organs and more feminine figures; both genders tended to exhibit increased libidos, especially around those individuals that were still of a single gender. Transmission was entirely sexual: one either needed to ingest the ejaculate of a blended person, or have close sexual contact and be exposed to said ejaculate, with the speed of the transformation linked to the amount ingested or deposited, as it were.
For some, the change merely added "missing" parts and maybe rounded out a few features, while others were completely transformed as their bodies adjusted. The perfect examples of these phenomena were my parents: my mom grew two inches, her jawline squared up, and she bulked up all over a little bit, but she otherwise looked more or less the same: 6' even, brown hair in a pixie cut, a reasonably-sized chest, and a squared jaw: super cute when possible, super intimidating when necessary. Mama, on the other hand, started as a 6' 4", 280-pound, capital-M Marine, with a barrel chest, bulging biceps, and a dark brown buzz cut you could set your watch to; by the time her transformation was done, she was still 6' 4", but now had an incredible hourglass figure, giant boobs, and luxurious blonde hair. Mama changed first, and then Mom went through it a few weeks later, staging it that way so there was at least one adult available for parental duties. I never asked how Mama got blended in the first place, but I suspect she and Mom are special friends with another partner in Mom's firm.
School stayed relatively unchanged early on, with only a few faculty members undergoing the transformation at first, but it wasn't long before horny teenagers being horny teenagers got the blend ball rolling. By the end of our junior year, about 50% of the student body was blended and it was starting to cause problems. Unis, the "cute" new name for unisex individuals, were like sexual catnip to the blended. Something about pheromonal response triggering increased arousal and sexual aggression in blended people, usually manifesting in comments about smelling incredible and dangerous lapses in self-control. My small group of friends and I were definitely prime targets, but luckily Michiko and Tessa had each other and their popularity as geek royalty to ward off unwanted attention.
As bursa escort far as the blending itself, we were shocked by it at first like everybody, but we were also thrilled at the prospect. Right around the time they started dating, Michiko introduced Tommy and me to her secret vice: futanari manga. She'd discovered a few titles her brother had left behind when he went to college and shared the wealth with us. Tommy wasn't super into it (at first), but I was. Something about a sexy girl with big tits and a big dick really got to me, and while I tried to tone my excitement down when Michiko brought new material over, my friends knew I was hooked. No surprise then that when the world started resembling the pages of those adult comics, we were ready to make that transformation.
Michiko turned first; her now-sister Yukio came home from grad school with her girlfriend Lucy, and hearing about what was happening there and at our high school had spooked their parents. Being super pragmatic, they decided that Michiko should undergo the change as soon as possible, and asked Lucy if she'd be willing to help the family out. After the affected parties conferred with their respective partners and a lot of processing, everyone agreed to the crazy plan. Michiko went into her hibernation that night and came out of it a few days later 6 inches taller with slightly larger boobs and, as Tessa told me, an absolute monster between her legs. (For any interested parties, Yukio and Lucy Ryan-Sanada are currently married with three adorable kids, and they adore telling the story of Michiko's transformation at every available opportunity.)
Not long after that was Tessa's turn, and she readily submitted to her girlfriend. Tessa's parents were okay with it as far as that went, but seeing them awkwardly flee the house to hang out with my parents as Tess and Michi got down to it was hilarious. When Tessa emerged from her cocoon, I was utterly amazed at her transformation into a big tiddy goth princess, with long black-and-green (!!) hair, piercing green eyes, and tits for DAYS. They measured at 36J, for crying out loud! What's worse, she hadn't grown much, maybe an inch or two at most, to stand at 5' 11", so she had ridiculous proportions for her height. Finally, she informed me (rather proudly) that her dick was now 7-and-a-half inches long. In short, she had transformed into my dream girl practically overnight.
Needless to say, they became THE power couple in school after that. I was absolutely thrilled for them, without question, but it put me in a less envious position. As I mentioned, I'm not unattractive, I am completely girl-crazy, and I was absolutely ready to go down on a girl regardless of their equipment. Yet, despite being one of the biggest make-out sluts in the school, kissing and the occasional grope were as far as I went. No further than that until I turned 18. I wanted to wait not because I wanted to "preserve my virtue" or for some other sanctimonious bullshit like that, but because I wanted to earn the responsibility for and consequences of my own decisions. I got that from Mom; she taught me a lot about personal responsibility and commitment that resonated with me, and I knew I wasn't ready for sex of any sort until I was mature enough to understand the ramifications of such relationships.
If you try explaining that to super horny blended girls that have an average of 5 inches and 120 pounds on you, let me assure you, it doesn't end well. I had to use every trick in my charm arsenal to avoid whisked off my feet and taken away by amorous girls enticed by my uni-male wiles. I hung out with Michiko and Tessa whenever I could for safety in numbers, but after they became blended, that was less of an option. To them and the rest of the blended population in school, in the words of the late, great Robert Palmer: I was simply irresistible. As our junior year wound down, I was also reminded time and again that I was the baby of the class, 17 until the start of senior year. I had to start isolating myself and taking steps not to be alone with the more aggressive blended girls lest I find my tender virtue stolen before its time.
I made it to summer vacation still a virgin thanks to Stacy Keebler. Before she became blended, we had been very similar in both appearance and demeanor. We'd never made out, which we both considered a gross oversight, but the blending happened before we could correct that mistake. Tall, crimson-haired, and utterly gorgeous, she came out of her transformation ready to captain the football team our senior year while retaining every ounce of that Amazonian beauty: 6' 8", at least 280, and muscular as all hell. I hadn't been paying attention one day and found myself cornered by my locker, Stacy stating what she would be doing to me that evening rather matter-of-factly. Like the others, she didn't care for my politely declining her invitation and my explanation why I wasn't ready to jump into bed with her, but unlike the others, she wasn't going to take no for an answer. I don't know if I said something the wrong görükle escort way or if she was just looking to make an example of me, but when she put her large hand on my shoulder and squeezed hard enough to drop me to a knee, she made it very clear that I didn't have a say in the matter. Swift action was needed to correct her, and I took it.
The disciplinary report that went in my file listed the inciting action as "a difference of opinion". I refused to say more, but Principal LeBeau could read between the lines. I got to spend the last week of the school year in detention as punishment, more for almost destroying a bank of lockers than for sending Stacy to the hospital with a broken arm. I felt bad afterward, but it was her or me, and Mama didn't raise me to be defenseless. Marine hand-to-hand training is exceptionally effective against a wide variety of opponents. Suffice to say, everyone, uni and blended alike, kept a wide berth around me. I left an apology card for breaking her arm in Stacy's locker, she was alright when she wasn't so horny she couldn't think straight but that was hardly an excuse.
That summer break was pretty bad. Mom got me a job as a gopher for her law firm, but I had to quit after the first day when the senior partners started stalking me through the building like I was lunch. I got a very nice letter from them apologizing for their behavior (along with a check for my entire summer's wages), but it proved I couldn't go anywhere unescorted. I texted with Tessa and Michiko constantly, desperate for contact with my friends, and we talked online as much as possible, but I still felt trapped and alone.
A month before school was due to start, I finally asked Tessa for a very specific favor, a birthday present, and she agreed immediately. She then backtracked saying she'd need to discuss it with Michiko, but Michi immediately jumped on channel and provided her enthusiastic approval. I let my parents know what was up, and we talked through what would happen. Mama had a good cry over her little baby boy growing up and becoming a woman, which felt a little ridiculous. When Mom started to console her, I made a hasty retreat to my room knowing how that would develop. I could still hear them through my noise-cancelling headphones, and I had to work to tune them out.
Thus, finally, the stage is set, and the curtain rises on my 18th birthday.
*****
"Ace! We missed you at soccer tryouts!"
"Still not an athlete, Coach!"
An hour into the first day of senior year, and things hadn't been too bad. Reconnecting with classmates and the excitement of a new school year seemed to blunt my usual effect on the blended, but I expected that wouldn't last as the day progressed. Still, the day seemed to fly by, which was fine by me. The sooner this day was over, the sooner I could go home and resolve my extant issues with Tessa's help.
I had lunch with Michiko, who looked amazing in a sleeveless jumpsuit and vest combo. Tessa had a different lunch period that day, otherwise she would have joined us as well.
"So, birthday boy," she said, "you ready to swallow what Tess gives you?"
"SO ready," I replied. "I've been practicing on my mom's toys and getting tips from Mama. I'm going to devour her."
"God, you are such a slut."
"Thank you! You know me so well!"
It felt so good to hang out with Michi again after months of distance. I could tell that she was doing her best to not make things weird, but I could also tell that I was having the usual catnip effect on her.
"Hey, if you need to split, I think I'm okay." I gave her the out, but she shook her head.
"I'm good, I cannot wait until this is over and you're... what do you think you'll look like?"
"Not sure, actually. Amy Hauser said there's a pool running and 'Tilda Swinton' was the odds-on favorite." Amy was the editor of the school paper and an incurable gossip.
"You do have that unearthly androgynous thing going for you."
I teared up a little as we talked. It was going to be so awesome to tear it up with my best friends again.
"Hey, Wayne!" a shout sounded across the lunch-room.
"Oh good, the d-line captain wants a word." I said, recognizing the voice and sighing. My luck had to run out eventually.
Tanya Peterson walked over to our table along with an assortment of her teammates. She'd been a big guy before her change, and she was even bigger now, easily topping 400 pounds within her relatively short, 6' 2" frame. That weight was very well distributed and most of it was muscle, but the parts that weren't jiggled enticingly as she moved. She kept her dark hair short with frosted tips, which worked for her in all defiance of modern fashion, and her golden eyes blazed against her otherwise chocolate-tone skin. She was also Stacy Keebler's main squeeze, so I was a little on-guard in case retribution for breaking Stacy's arm was finally at hand.
"I hear today's the big day, Ace!" she said, swinging a chair around to straddle it next to me. I relaxed escort bayan a little, realizing that vengeance would not be dispatched today. "Forgive me for being forward, but I hoped you would do me the honor of letting me take you to the end zone tonight." Her teammates laughed at the obvious pun as I shook my head at it. I won't lie, it worked on some bizarrely charming level.
"Please tell me you didn't come all this way to use such a lame pickup line." I responded. I could hear Michiko swearing in Japanese under her breath.
"Hey, if it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?" Tanya replied, flashing a dazzling smile at me. "I'm guessing you've got someone else in mind though."
I nodded. "Alas, I have a previous arrangement, but I do appreciate your interest and will keep you in mind for future liaisons." I knew flirting was dangerous, but I was within sight of the finish line and didn't care.
Tanya laughed, the sound of it filling the room and rattling by bones a little. "I figured, but I had to try. You think you're going to be good by Saturday night?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps. Why?"
"I'm throwing a little soiree to celebrate senior year, and I thought you might like a nice venue for your official reveal." She turned to Michiko. "You and Tessa, too, we'd be happy to have you!"
"Yeah, it'd be a real feather in your cap, I bet," Michi said, clearly dubious of the invite. I, however, thought it was perfect.
"Miss Peterson," I said, "I graciously accept your invitation, provided I am presentable for viewing, of course."
"Of course!" Tanya's smile broadened, "We'll see you there!" She got up and turned to leave, but stopped, looking over her shoulder pensively.
"Something else?" I asked.
"Would you mind if I hugged you?" she asked bashfully. The sudden switch from confident swagger to shyness caught me off-guard. Tanya could have (and did get) anyone in the school if she wanted without more than a glance and a smug "you wanna?", so I was a little confused at her nervousness.
Smiling, I opened my arms and gestured her in, and she suddenly picked me up in a giant bear hug, lifting me from my seat and crushing me into her massive bosom. I could feel her press her nose into my hair and inhale deeply, which explained a lot about what was going on. When she finally let me up for air, she actually blushed.
"Sorry," she said, "but I've wanted to do that for a long time, Ace."
"Hey, as long as you can control yourself, you can do that whenever you want." I held on to Tanya for a bit, she smelled almost as good as I probably did to her, floral and citrusy. "Hey, how's Stacy doing?"
"She's okay. She really wants to talk to you after... well, after."
That sounded concerning. "Do I need a chaperone? Or a security detail?"
Tanya shook her head. "No, nothing like that! She's been seeing someone ever since you had that argument, it really affected her when she came down from that and realized what happened. Her treatment's going really well, and she wants to apologize face-to-face." Her voice was full of concern, and she looked away from me as she said it.
"Did she tell you what happened?" I asked, lowering my voice, and Tanya nodded.
"Don't worry, we're all in agreement that she crossed ALL the lines."
"Who else knows?"
"Her mom and her therapist."
I wasn't sure how I felt about this. Obviously, she would have gone through with assaulting me if I hadn't acted first, but it sounded like Stacy had even worse hormonal self-control issues than normal blended folks. I was certainly glad she was getting help.
"Tell her I'll see her on Saturday." I didn't know how it would go, but at least I'd likely be in a better state to handle things by then. Tanya smiled again and crushed me into her chest, thanking me profusely. I tapped out almost immediately, she caught me by surprise and knocked the wind out of me before I reentered her marshmallow hell. Not that it wasn't pleasurable, but I couldn't breathe trapped in her boobs.
I grinned as she finally set me down. It was clear she would go much further if I let her, and I could tell she was restraining herself with great effort. "Sorry, Ace," she apologized, "you're kind of addictive."
"It's alright. I have no idea if I'll still smell like this after, and I really appreciate you asking first. The first time, anyway." I looked to her friends, who seemed to be forming a line in front of me, hopeful (and kind of pitiful) looks on their faces. I sighed as Michiko laughed.
"Okay, one 5-count hug each, but KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELVES. I'm not fully open for business yet."
"You are such a cuddle slut," Michiko said through her laughs.
"Yes, and?"
*****
The back half of the school day went nearly as quickly as the front half, and Tanya was only the first blended girl to ask if I needed "help". The attention wasn't anything new, but I found that it was definitely more respectful than I had previously experienced. I guessed my putting Stacy in the hospital for two days with cracked ribs and a concussion (thanks, high school grapevine) did something to temper everyone's approach. Still, I was almost consistently late for class due to the constant crowds angling for my attention.