Lisa Loud couldn't sleep.
Lying there in the darkness of her laboratory-slash-bedroom and listening to the soft snores of her younger sister Lily, she stared up into the darkness with eyes that seemed small and squinty without her glasses. Lisa had all the tools and technology of the 21st Century at her disposal, but she had yet to give herself the laser eye surgery she had been meaning to. She told anyone who asked that she liked her glasses, that they were "her" but that was not the truth. The fact of the matter was this: Lisa was afraid. She had no qualms about using her siblings, classmates, and even her parents as guinea pigs, but she balked at the thought of doing it to herself. You could say that she was squeamish about pain and the risk of injury to her person but not to the person of others, and you wouldn't be wrong. She realized this was somewhat hypocritical, but she did not mind being a hypocrite. Most people are, when you get right down to it, and they don't lose a single millisecond of sleep over it. Why, therefore, should she?
Her hypocrisy was not what was keeping her awake tonight, however. It was something else. Something more pressing and urgent.
The dreaded Loud Gene.
Every Loud suffered from its effects at one point or another, the males to a slightly lesser extent. The Loud Gene, which she had discovered and named, was not exclusive to the Loud bloodline, though it did seem to be exceptionally rare. By her calculations, it occurred in only 2.3% of the population. She studied it extensively since isolating it and still barely understood it. She could not adequately describe it in so many terms, but she likened it to a sort of parasite that piggy-backed on the pituitary gland and amplified the effects of normal puberty. Think of it as a magnifying glass capturing and intensifying the naturally occurring sunlight, and you'll have a vague understanding of its impact on the human body. It was a hereditary abnormality and often faded as the pituitary gland matured. It had no lasting effects that she could tell, save for, perhaps, pregnancy or sexually transmitted diseases, both of which came as an indirect result. That is, it increased the sex drive of the afflicted and made them more likely to become pregnant or to get someone pregnant.
That was anecdotal, but the effects of the Loud Gene were clearly observable. For one thing, as stated above, it heightenbed the sex drive. It also impacted mood and emotion. In some cases, it caused excessive hair and body growth. Lisa had observed both of those - the former in Lynn and the latter in Lana. At the height of puberty, Lynn was forced to shave her legs thrice a day. She admitted to Lisa that her "pussy looks like a seventies porno."
For reasons completely beyond Lisa's understanding, the Loud Gene also caused increased gassiness and led to a general regression in terms of manners. Lola, for instance, had always been prim and proper. She expelled gas, of course (all people do), but hitherto, she would have rather died than do it in front of others. Since entering the throes of puberty, however, she had become something of a "pig." She burped, farted, and chewed with her mouth open. She was nowhere near as bad as Lana had been, but it was evident that she had undergone a marked change in personality. Anyone who knew her would be hard pressed to miss it. Mom and Dad didn't take notice, but they were both preoccupied with work, bills, and the general stresses of being bread winning adults so could therefore be forgiven. The others, though, had noticed. Lucy and Lincoln both knew what was happening, as they, too, had undergone super-charged puberty. Lily, for her part, was clueless. "Why is Lola so gross now?" she asked Lisa the other night at dinner. Lola had wolfed down her food, slopping some on the front of her dress, and paused only to cock her butt and fart.
"It's her time," Lisa said simply. Lily arched her brow quizzically but didn't say anything. She and Lisa, by virtue of their being roommates, were exceptionally close and knew one another well. One of Lily's major quirks was talking to herself and one of Lisa's was being overly clinical in her speech and, indeed, her thought processes. If you asked her to explain something - say, an errant comment - you would likely receive a convoluted reply that you would not be able to make sense of. Lisa was aware of this eccentricity but nothing could be done about it. As a flower secretes its aromatic chemicals, as one cell joins to another in order to create life, Lisa's mind works at a higher level. She had attempted to "dumb herself down" so that she could fit in with the other children but one had might as well attempt to change their race or the color of their eyes. Everyone on earth has their burden, their cross to bear, if you will, and Lisa's was her vast and complex intelligence. She was, to put it mildly, a genius, and because of that, she was an island unto herself, separated and alienated from her peers. She had few friends, but that had little bearing on her sense of isolation: Even if she were the most popular child in school, she would never feel quite at home with her peers. Or most adults, for that matter.
Lisa was a rare breed and could fundamentally relate only with others of her like...of which there were not many, especially in a town like Royal Woods. Most of the other children concerned themselves with petty matters and trifling things - football, fashion, and fun - whereas Lisa was deathly serious.
Perhaps she was too serious sometimes...perhaps she was a miserable wretch who thought too much and felt too little...but that's how she was. She had come to terms with that and accepted it.
She had not, however, accepted her current predicament.
Over time, she had coolly observed as each of her older siblings went through a phase of nuclear puberty that looked downright miserable. She witnessed rampant hormones, she beheld near-psychotic mood swings, she cringed at Lynn and Lucy's mindless hypersexuality. More than once, she had walked in on Lucy masturbaring. The goth's favorite method was to lay a pillow on her bed, straddle it, and rub herself against it to completion. For some reason, she always wore a lacy black bra when she did this - never a T-shirt or nothing at all. It was part of her ritual; Lisa didn't know why. Lynn would make crude comments about men (and women) that she saw on TV, and sometimes at dinner she would squirm and grimace as though she were suffering incalculable pain. If Lucy was not able to masturbate, she would pace around in a tizzy and look like she was moments from breaking down in tears.
To Lisa, it looked like a waking hell and she decided that she would not allow the same fate to befall her. She began to study the Loud Gene in hopes of producing an antidote. Despite her best efforts, none were forthcoming and she had come to the conclusion that the only way to subvert the Loud Gene was to remove it entirely, the way one might remove a cancerous growth. The surgery, she estimated, would be so risky as to be not worth the trouble. Even if Lisa were willing to try it, she could not perform it on herself.
There had to be another way.
While she was still searching, she began to feel the first, faint stirrings of the Loud Gene: A light flutter in her loins, a radical increase in gaseous emissions, and emotional instability. All of these developments were perturbing, but the worst part was the incessant sexual arousal. Before falling down the genetic rabbit hole, she viewed sex with disdain, the act endlessly repellent. Even the simple act of kissing turned her stomach. Do you know how many germs are in the human mouth? If you did, you wouldn't be so quick to put your tongue on someone else's. The other aspects of intercourse were just as horrid: The sweat, the fluids, dear God, the smell. Lisa honestly couldn't understand why people placed so much emphasis on sexual congress.
Then her libidio woke like an angry giant, and she understood.
She understood all too well.
She had never been completely engulfed by flames but she imagined that it couldn't feel much differently from this. It started in her loins, a tight, fiery sensation that made her restless and uncomfortable, then spread across her entire body, consuming her totally. She masturbated in an attempt to relieve the pressure, but it did little to help.
Especially since meeting Anthony.
Lisa provided herself on being centered and stoic, but Anthony awoke strange feelings in her that she deeply resented. His smile, his rippling muscles, his tight, disgusting butt...it was horrible. Thoughts of him assaulted her with almost nonstop frequency and she was forced to take extreme measures to get rid of them, such as biting her bottom lip until it bled. Tonight, the crackling flames of her own desire were so great that she tossed and turned, mind racing. This was his fault, she decided. And no, she did not "like'' him nor was she really attracted to him. Not at all. That would imply a conscious effort on Lisa's part and she was not willing to entertain that possibility. No, her body had betrayed her and turned into a dumb, pulsating beast that reacting to the chemicals he produced. She didn't like him...she didn't…
For days now, maybe even weeks (there was no way it had been that long, was there?) she had been resisting the hormones vying for control of her body and mind. Days ago, hating herself, she broke down and maturbated. She had never given any thought toiward gratification and had to look up techniques online. After reading an article, she got under the covers, lay on her stomach, and played with herself until she orgasmed. The mental image that sent her over the edge was of Anthony Simmons.
Goddamn him.
This was his fault. If she hadn't met him, she wouldn't be suffering right now. Her Loud Gene would have lain dormant for a little while longer and she would not be gripped by this rising madness.
Sighing, Lisa threw the covers off, swung her legs over the side of the bed, and got up. She went out into the darkened hall and opened the bathroom door, not noticing the crack of light underneath.
For a moment, she had no idea what she was seeing.
Then it hit her and she recoiled.
Lana was leaning back on the toilet, her legs spread and her hand furiously rubbing her vulva. She held up her phone and stared fixedly at the screen, her face bright red and her eyes were hazed with lust. Lisa had not expected this and was frozen for a second. Lana looked up and saw her, but she didn't stop touching herself. Instead of becoming upset, she simply panted, "Go away."
Coming back to herself, Lisa withdrew, closing the door behind her. In her room, she sat at her computer and tried to mentally power-wash the image of Lana from her brain.
What was she looking at?
It had to be something quite stimulating. Perhaps Lisa could look at it the next time she masturbated.
Turning on her computer, Lisa logged into the wireless network and hacked into Lana's phone. A picture gallery appeared onscreen and Lisa clicked on the one Lana was currently viewing.
Her stomach clenched.
Anthony stood in a bathroom, as naked as the day he was born. His chest and abs were chiseled and begged to be touched and explored. His penis...dear Lord, his penis...was thick and sizable, its form as perfectly sculpted as Mchaelangelo's David. Lisa's heart throbbed painfully against her ribs and her breathing came in short, hot gasps. Her core clenched and suddenly her entire body throbbed with the most insistent need she had ever felt. Her mind fled away and in a scant instant, she turned into a drooling, knuckle-dragging animal. Jamming her hand into her lounge pants, she grabbed herself and began to violently masturbate. Heat rolled from her insides in sickening waves and her natural lubrication coated her fingers like burning grease. Grunting and panting like a cavewoman, she swirled her finger around her aching clit and bowed caressed the photo of Anthony with her eyes.
When her climax came, it detonated inside of her like a bomb. She threw herself back against the chair and bucked against her hand, riding out her orgasm with a series of primal sounds. Spent, she slumped in the chair, sweating and winded.
Just enough pressure had been taken off the top that she felt immediate shame for her behavior. She bared her teeth and glared at the photo of Anthony. His smile seemed to mock her, and his brown eyes penetrated deep into her mind, seeing everything she had undergone so far and laughing at her about it.
"Bastard," she hissed and closed out of the picture. She shut down her computer, got up, and returned to bed. She crawled under the covers and stared up at the ceiling. Though the screaming gale within her had been calmed, sleep continued to elude her; eventually, her eyes narrowed to hateful slits and her teeth grinded together.
She hated Anthony Simmons and Einstein as her witness, she was going to avenge herself. She would make him sorry that he made her feel this way. She didn't know yet what she would do or how she would do it, but mark her words, he was going to pay.
At long last, Lisa lost consciousness, and in her dreams, she got payback on Anthony.
By sucking his cock.
Meanwhile, Lily lay awake in her bed with a thousand yard stare, traumatized by her older sister's very vocal ahem session.
She was awake for a long, long time.
Two days later, Anthony Simmons left his house by the back door and walked around to the front, an airy whistle on his lips. It was a sunny Monday morning and a warm breeze stirred the leafy trees lining Franklin Avenue; if you listened closely, you could almost hear the whispering voice of Mother Nature herself. He strained to hear what she was saying, but couldn't make out any words. To be honest, she sounded a lot like Lana.
A blush touched Anthony's cheeks as he remembered the sounds Lana made when they had sex the other day. That led to him remembering everything else about their encounter - the way she felt, the way she smelled, the way she tasted. His dick began to get hard and he bent at the waist. Go down, go down, go down.
His erection slowly deflated and he let out a sigh of relief.
Ever since he and Lana had done it, he had thought of her constantly. She ruled his every waking moment and haunted his dreams. He had known and liked a lot of girls in his life but there was something special about Lana, something indefinable that really drew him to her. If pressed he would say that it was because she was the only girl he had ever known who genuinely shared the same interests as him. She was probably the only girl he could genuinely call a friend. She liked mechanics, building stuff, and getting dirty. That last one really did it for him. There's nothing hotter than a girl all sweaty and covered in grease from working on a car. Oof. Why was that so hot to him? He didn't know but it was and Lana drove him freaking crazy with it.
He couldn't wait to fuck her again.
Out front, Anthony hit the sidewalk and turned south, toward the bus stop. Vicky, Tabby's cousin, was standing by an oak tree and texting on her phone. "I don't know," she exclaimed, as though she were talking to someone.
She looked agitated.
Being the nice guy that he was, Anthony walked up to see if she was okay. "Everything alright?"
"No," she said with an exasperated sigh, "Everything sucks. I don't know where the bus stop is and Tabby's at work. She says I have to walk down Franklin but I don't know where that is."
Anthony favored her with a blank stare. "This is Franklin."
"No, this is Franklin Avenue. Tabby said Franklin. Just Franklin."
Was...she being serious right now? Look, she was kind of brutish, but this was way too much. "Vicky, this is Franklin. Trust me."
"Well I have to go to the bus stop and I don't know where that is." She looked at a nearby tree. "Is that it?"
Anthony chuckled. "No, that's not it. I'm going there right now. Come on."
They started walking. "How do you like the neighborhood so far?" Anthony asked.
Vicky's forehead settled into a petulant, child-like scowl. "I don't," she grumbled. "Royal woods blows, like, chunks, and I have no one to hang out with."
"Why don't you just walk over to your old 'hood?" Anthony asked. "It's not that far."
"I can't," she said, "I'll get lost."
"There's a bus."
She sighed. "I'll take the wrong bus, okay? Stop asking so many dumb questions. You're making me think and it's giving me a headache."
Anthony held his hands up, palms facing out. "Okay, okay, sorry."
"This neighborhood is gay and I hate it. There's nothing to do."
Anthony winced. Maybe it was petty but when someone insulted his neighborhood, he kinda took it personally. "It's not that bad," he said and shrugged.
Blowing a raspberry, Vicky said, "Well, that's just, like, your opinion."
"It's not all that different from your last neighborhood," Anthony said.
"Yeah, but none of my friends are here." Storm clouds filled her eyes and the corners of her mouth turned down in an almost melancholy frown. "The only people around are you and the Louds and no offense, but you guys are lame."
For some reason, that made Anthony laugh. "I'm anything but lame. In fact, I'm probably the coolest person on this block."
Something about that struck Vicky as funny and she laughed so hard she snorted. Her face blushed with shame and she tried to hide it. Unless Anthony was mistaken, Lisa also snorted when she laughed.
"Just call me Mr. Cool," Anthony said.
Vicky rolled her eyes. "More like Ant. Because you're small and dumb."
"Me, small? Have you seen these guns?" Anthony flexed.
"Okay, Ant," Vicky mocked.
By now they were within sight of the bus stop. Lola and Lisa Loud stood together, Lisa holding a water bottle and Lola texting on her phone. Anthony spotted Lana leaning against a NO PARKING sign and his heart did a flip. Vicky was seething about how much she hated this part of Royal Woods but he tuned her out until her voice was a low drone. The light of the sun played in Lana's golden hair and dappled her dark eyes. Her skin seemed to glow with inner radiance and his eyes swept up and down her body, taking in her feminine form. Her denim overalls barely fit around her massive bosom, wide hips, and dump truck ass. She turned slightly away and Anthony caught a glimpse of her butt crack. Which sent a shiver of delight down his ding dong.
That was probably what he loved most about Lana: She had the personality of a pure tomboy but the Coke-bottle shaped body of a woman. She was the best of both worlds. Lola was hot as fuck, but she was girly and Anthony already knew that they wouldn't have much in common. Lana, on the other hand, had a killer personality and a killer body.
Don't get him wrong, he really liked Lola and could totally see himself being happy with her despite their not sharing the same hobbies and stuff, but, man, Lana had that special little something that drove him wild.
"Hey, asshole, are you fucking listening to me?!" Vicky snapped. Her voice oozed hostility but also something like hope, as though she really wanted his attention.
Shaking his head to dispel the fog from his brain, Anthony looked at Vicky. "Yeah, sorry, I just, uh...realized I forgot something, that's all."
"What did you forget?" she asked.
He replied with the first thing that came to mind. "My library book. It's due today. Or maybe tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow, so it's all good." He flashed a winning smile that could melt the ugly off a donkey's ass and silently hoped she bought his lie; it was the only one he had. He couldn't tell her the truth: I was thinking about the time I banged Lana Loud and about how much I like her and her twin. That would just be silly.
A dark shadow crossed over Vicky's face, and Anthony thought for sure that she didn't believe him. "You read books?"
There was a hint of intimidation in her voice, as though reading and the people who did it scared her, the way a witch might a simple peasant.
"I love reading," he said. "I'm a huge fan of science fiction and fantasy."
"Reading is for nerds," Vicky said, "like Lisa Loud." She zeroed in on the genius. Lisa was dressed in a skirt and sweater vest combo that reminded Anthony of some cartoon character (he couldn't remember which). She wore her chestnut colored hair in a ponytail and her glasses high up her nose. The sunlight caught and refracted on her braces and even from here, Anthony could pick out a fresh crop of pimples on her chin. So fresh, in fact, that he doubted she even knew about them. She turned as if sensing his presence, and their eyes met. Maybe it was his imagination but he thought he saw alarm and something else there, something darker.
It almost looked like hate.
"Morning, nerd," Vicky called.
Up until then, Lisa had been staring at Anthony, her focus on him entirely. At the sound of Vicky's voice, she realized that Anthony wasn't alone. This time, Anthony was absolutely sure that he saw hate in Lisa Loud's eyes. She let out a disdainful, phlegmy sigh and turned pointedly away. "I see you, nerd," Vicky said. "Read any good books lately?" Throwing her head back, Vicky issued a nasty laugh that made Anthony uncomfortable. Part of him wanted to step in and get her off Lisa's back, but another part wanted to stay out of it.
"I read a good book lately," Anthony said quickly, diverting Vicky's attention. "It had a vampire."
"Vampires are gay," Vicky said.
Jeez, there's no pleasing you, huh?
Lana and Lola saw Anthony at the same time. Lola's face lit up like a lamp and a smug little smile touched Lana's lips. A knowing look passed between them and Anthony's face blushed. The blonde's thoughts were clearly stamped on her face, and let me tell you, they were dirty. Last night, she told him via text that she wanted to have sex with him again some time soon, and that desire was obvious in the way she bit her lower lip and nodded to herself. Yep, she seemed to say, I'm going to fuck him later on.
"That's right," Vicky called, "I'm talking to you, monkey ears."
Lisa's normally expressionless face puckered ever so slightly and her eyes flickered like twin candles in the wind. Vicky's comment stung and the look on Lisa's face in turn stung Anthony. Poking through her brown hair, her ears did kind of look like a monkey's, but in a cute way. Anthony felt a rush of anger at Vicky for hurting Lisa's feelings and he retaliated by flicking her ear hard enough that she yelped. "It's not cool to make fun of people." he chastised. "Only people who feel shitty about themselves do that. You're better than that, Vicky."
A pink blush crept across Vicky's cheeks and for a moment, she looked almost ashamed of herself, then she huffed and walked away. "Where are you going?" Anthony asked.
"I'm walking to school," she said.
"Uh, school's in the other direction."
She stopped, seemed to think, then headed south, shoulders hunched and hands balled into fists. Anthony watched her go, feeling sorry for her while at the same time not. He couldn't say that he knew her all that well, but by virtue of knowing Tabby, he had been around her a lot and liked to think that he had a basic grasp on her. She wasn't a bad kid, but she had kind of a bad attitude. He assumed it was a result of her parents, though he didn't know what her motives ultimately were. Did she pick on Lisa to improve her own self-esteem? Did she want attention? Was she just lashing out at the closest and weakest target? Anthony wasn't sure, but the more he thought about it, the worse he felt for her. Now he felt bad for her and Lisa both.
"Why was she here?" Lisa asked, annoyed.
"She moved next door to me."
Lola looked surprised but Lana already knew, since she was at his house the other day when he was working on Tabby's car.
"Hey," Lana said.
"Hey," he replied.
Lola shot her twin a dirty look then turned to Anthony and smiled prettily. "Hey, Anthony, you look really nice today."
"Thanks," Anthony said with a flush, "so do you." He looked at Lisa. "You too. I love your skirt."
The younger girl blushed, but the look in her eyes was cold and reptilian, as though she were simply biding her time before biting his head off.
He couldn't tell if she was flattered or offended. To be honest, it looked like a little of both. "So I was wondering," Lola said and began to circle him like a shark in open waters, "do you have any plans today? Maybe we could do something. Like...go to the movies. Or just hang out at your place."
One corner of Lana's mouth turned up in an amused smile and Anthony could almost hear her mocking tone. Go ahead, I still got to him first.
Anthony swallowed. "I have some stuff to do around the house but I might have time, I don't know." Lola trailed her hand across his chest and the scent of her perfume caressed his senses, making his mouth water and edging him dangerously close to an erection. A shiver raced down his spine and he stiffened a little, eliciting a grin from Lola. "I-I can see," he said. "Later. If we can."
"Maybe we can make it a three way," Lana said.
"Maybe," Lola said.
She didn't look keen on the idea.
Coming over, Lana slipped her arms around Anthony's neck and looked up at him. He hesitated a little, uncomfortable because Lola and Lisa were both watching with traces of jealousy in their eyes. "How did you sleep?" Lana asked.
"Good," Anthony said.
"You'd sleep even better if I was next to you."
Anthony blushed and in the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Lola scowl.
Before he could reply, someone bumped into him and he jumped a foot. Vicky crossed her arms sullenly over her chest and blew a frustrated puff of air. "You're back," Anthony said, a bit bemused.
"I got lost," she grumbled.
Anthony raised his eyebrow. "But it's a straight shot."
"A straight shot to getting lost," Vicky said.
Clearing her throat, Lisa stepped forward. "Anthony, I made you a beverage this morning. It's something of a fruit smoothie with added antioxidants. It won't keep long so you had better consume it now."
"Thanks, Lisa," Anthony said, genuinely touched. He wasn't particularly fond of fruit smoothies, but as his mother always told him, it's the thought that counts. Lisa handed him the bottle and he took it, surprised at the consistency of the liquid within. If it wasn't plain, regular old water, his name was Chesty LaRue.
And it wasn't.
Noticing his confusion, Lisa said, "It's a new normula I designed. I was interested in creating smoothies and milkshakes without the thick consistency of the same. I distilled the ingredients many, many times. Anyway, it was an involved process. Drink up."
Uh...okay then. He didn't know a great deal about Lisa Loud, but from what he had seen, and from what Lana and Lola told him, she was a pure genius who constantly carried out experiments on everything from human DNA to electromagnetic reverse engineering. Lana claimed that she had a laboratory in her bedroom like the little German boy from that old cartoon show and that she had worked on major projects with university scientists, including the team at MIT. He wasn't quite sure he believed that (though he had no concrete reason to disbelieve it, either) but he did believe that she was a very intelligent girl who could pull off astounding things. Therefore, it made sense that she could turn a fruit smoothie into water. Still, he was a little hesitant to drink it. "Did you test this out?" he asked. "Like...it's safe, right?"
"Of course it's safe!" Lisa snapped. "I wouldn't have given it to you otherwise!"
Lana leaned in. "Don't question her scientific method," she whispered, "it really offends her."
Understandable, he supposed. He unscrewed the cap and lifted the bottleneck to his nose. He gave a tentative sniff and blinked.
Wow, it smelled really good.
Without warning, Vicky snatched the bottle from his hand. "I'm thirsty from my walk, gimme some."
Lisa's eyes widened in alarm. "No!" she ejaculated, "That's for -"
Ignoring her, Vicky threw the bottle back and chugged the smoothie,, her throat bobbing as she sucked up every last drop. Lisa watched in something approaching horror, and Anthony awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe you can make me another one," he said with a terse smile.
Vicky belched, tossed the empty bottle over her shoulder, and said, "That kinda sucked. You should go back to square…" she trailed off. "Uh...square, you know, the thing."
"One?" Lola supplied.
"Ironically, that's the number of brain cells she has," Lana said.
They both laughed but not Lisa. The color had drained from her face and she looked like she was going to start hyperventilating. Anthony's heart panged with sympathy and laid a hand on her shoulder, making her jump. "Just whip me up another one sometime, okay?"
Lisa opened and closed her mouth like a fish.
Just then, the bus pulled up and came to a rolling stop. The doors clunked open and Vicky shoved Lisa out of the way to be first. Anthony narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose. He was apparently going to have to talk to her again.
He doubted that would work.
Sigh.
Anthony fell in behind Lana and Lola and boarded the bus. They sat in the back, Lana on one side of him and Lola on the other. Lana laid her hand possessively on his thigh and Lola threaded her arm through his. Lisa sat behind them, her face in her hands. She was taking Vicky drinking the smoothie she made him really hard.
Poor girl.
He made a mental note to talk to her later.
While Lana and Lola assaulted Anthony with inane chatter, Lisa weaved her fingers through her hair and regulated her breathing. This was bad...very bad. The fruit smoothie, you see, was not a smoothie at all but a liquid extract made from the isolated genome of the Loud Gene. Her plan, which came to her in a flash the previous morning, was to make Anthony suffer the same way she was suffering. To achieve that, she would force him to ingest the Loud Gene, thereby turning him into a mindless, farting pervert just like her.
Only that troglodyte Vicky took it from him and even now, the Loud Gene was seeping into her system and manipulating her pituitary gland. It was only a matter of time - hours, perhaps even minutes - until her hormones began to go supernova. Lisa leaned into the aisle and searched for Vicky, finding her several seats ahead. She sat with her arms crossed and an angry look on her face. Was that her natural expression, or was it a result of the Loud Gene? It was hard to tell, as Vicky suffered from a perennial case of Resting Bitch Face (RBF). She was the sort of woman who could win a million dollars in the state lottery and marry the man of her dreams and still look unhappy. Other than her dour expression, she made no outward sign that she felt differently than normal save for constantly glancing back at Anthony and silently fuming at Lana and Lola. Lisa would be unable to observe her throughout the day, but she knew that by this afternoon, Vicky would be in the grip of the Loud Gene.
Lisa pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath.
Again, this was not good. Not good at all.
When the bus arrived at the school, Lisa waited until the others had filed off before getting up. The open air breezeway along the front of the building was packed with a veritable sea of students, many of them chattering mindlessly to one another about nothing of great import. A group of cheerleaders in full regalia - black and gold sweaters and skirts and frilly white socks - stood by the flagpole and giggled, probably about some boy they all liked. Was it Anthony? Lisa wouldn't be surprised if it was. He was a bastard who went about triggering girls' hormones all willy-nilly, but he was, admittedly, attractive. And charming. And charismatic. But Adolf Hitler was charming and charismatic as well, that didn't mean a thing.
And not only was Anthony aesthetically pleasing, he was also lucky. He was bare inches from drinking her special elixir and intimately knowing the pain that he had wrought on her, but that numbskull Vicky took the shot like a Secret Service agent diving in front of the president. Fortune had smiled upon him this day, but she would have her revenge. She wore it.
Until that time, however, she had Vicky to worry about. Anthony had already charmed Lana and Lola into falling for him and that was bad enough, now there was a third suitor. That was simply intolerable. Lisa didn't need more compe - er, sex manaics to worry about.
A pit of dread opened in her stomach and she nervously chewed her bottom lip.
This was bad.
Really bad.
Lisa's first class was history, and for the first time in her life, she was thankful that she shared it with Vicky. If given the choice, Vicky would sit at the back of the room with all the other bad noodles, but owing to her failing grades and constant cutting up, the teacher had permanently moved her to the second row. Lisa, on the other hand, sat in the very first row, close to the teacher (which of course led to Vicky and others calling her "teacher's pet"). Today, however, she sat in the back so that she could keep an eye on the bully. As always, Vicky slouched in her seat with her arms crossed over her chest. Lisa could not see her face but her body language communicated everything Lisa could have wanted to know: Vicky hated school and wanted to be anywhere else right now. At one point, Vicky looked back at her, realizing that Lisa was behind instead of in front of her.
Though Lisa enjoyed history enough, she concentrated her entire focus on Vicky, searching for telltale signs of the Loud Gene. She saw none, and was relieved. Perhaps she had miscalculated the dosage and nothing would happen. Maybe she was wrong and the distilled form of the gene would not have the intended effect. She had tested it on a lab mouse named Dynamite, a timid soul who was as meek and unassuming as Walter Mitty. In seconds, he began to run in circles, chasing his tail and squeaking madly. He was finally reduced to humping his water bottle as little tufts of hair popped up on his paws. Lisa had assumed that the effect would be proportionate to Vicky if administered in the right amount. She used mental calculations to figure out Anthony's weight so she would know how much to use. Maybe she made a mistake.
Possible...but not likely. If she did, in fact, make a mistake, the Loud Gene wouldn't affect Anthony, but Vicky was much smaller than him, there was no way the dosage she settled on was so mismanaged that it wouldn't affect a 110 pound-
Vicky leaned to one side and let out a loud, wet sounding fart that closely approximated the noise air makes as it rushes out of a balloon. The girl next to Vicky shot her a dirty look and Vicky donned an icy grin. "Excuse you."
Dear God, Lisa thought and pulled her hair in madness, it's happening.
The rancid stench of Vicky's anal emissions found Lisa's nose and Lisa's face turned as green as her sweater. There was no mistaking the character for anything else but a product of the Loud Gene.
Lisa slouched down in her seat and made herself as small as she could.
To borrow another contemporary phrase:
Buckle up, bitches.
Sometimes, things change a little before assuming their final form, like a band that starts off playing rock but settles into hardcore country or something. For Anthony Simmons, it was his class schedule. Somewhere, someone in the office goofed and accidentally put him in a couple senior classes, something he didn't realize until half way through his first day. Because bureaucracy moves slowly, it wasn't fixed until today, and to his (very pleasant) surprise, his new classes had Lola and Lana in them, meaning that he now shared every single class of the day with them. How convenient, how serendipitous. No more would he have to make the epic ten foot trek from across the hall. Talk about a win.
His second class of the day was history and the first thing he noticed about the classroom was a faint stench of rotten eggs lingering in the air. He detected it as soon as he walked through the door and pinched his nose. Holy God, that's terrible, someone light a match.
Not knowing the politics of the class - like where everyone sat - he dropped into the first open desk he saw. In moments, Lana was sitting to his right and Lola to his left. They scooted their desks closer, the metal legs scraping on the tile floor, and blocked their respective aisles, forcing people to go around them to get to their seats. "Hi, Anthony," they cooed in unison.
"Hey, ladies," he said. "Guess I'm in this class now too."
"Good," Lana said.
"You can never have too much Anthony," Lola batted her eyes.
The teacher rushed up to the front of the room looking harried. "Sorry I'm late, I was trying to find some air freshener to get this awful smell out of here."
Over the course of the class, Lola and Lana spent more time looking at Anthony than at the teacher. Lola passed him notes and Lana kicked off her shoe to play footsie with him, her toes trailing up his calf and leaving a skein of slimy sweat behind. A normal, well-adjusted human being would find this utterly fucking disgusting but not him. Call him a weirdo, call him a creep, say "Dude, seriously, this shit is gross, how can you be into it?" but he was all about it.
During that 45 minute course, something strange began to happen. At first, he felt normal, but after a while, he started to feel nauseous and light-headed. His stomach reeled like the earth during a massive quake and images of a highly sexual nature flickered through his head. He tried to push them away but they stuck to the anterior walls of his mind like glue. His stomach clutched then eased up and for a while, he felt fine...except for the visions of Lola and Lana naked, horny, and dancing in front of his mind's eye. There was something...strange about the way he felt. He went back to sniffing that stuff Lisa gave him and wondered if maybe he wasn't suffering from some unforeseen side effect.
Thankfully, the class ended and Anthony went to his locker, his eyes drawn to every female who passed. Was it just him, or could he smell their reproductive organs? He was almost certain that he could. It was a faint aroma that kneaded his senses and made his mouth water. At his locker, he leaned against it and took a series of deep breaths. What was happening to him? Why did he feel this way? It made no sense. He had never had super senses before.
Getting control of himself, he opened the locker, grabbed his books, and turned just as Lana walked up. Without warning, she bent, thrust her dump truck ass against his crotch, and twerked. Anthony's dick instantly got so hard it hurt. "See you in class," she said and walked away.
Sweating and feeling hot from head to toe. Anthony bent to hide his erection and went to class. Once again, he sat between Lana and Lola. This time, it was Lola who took her shoe off and ran her toes up his leg.
"Hi," she said.
"Hey," he swallowed. "What are you doing?"
"Playing footsie with you."
Her toes were pink and polished and far more feminine than Lana's. Anthony began to shake and his erection roared back to life. When he couldn't take it anymore, he raised his hand and asked to go to the bathroom. Just as he was walking out, Lola asked to go too.
Anthony rushed down the hall, and when he looked over his shoulder, Lola was coming close behind, a look of determination on her face. Anthony didn't think she would actually follow him into the john but she did. Luckily, it was empty.
As soon as they were alone, Lola turned into an animal. She shoved him against the wall and attacked his mouth with ferocious kisses. Anthony was stunned for a moment, but when she cupped his bulge in her hand and squeezed, he came alive and kissed her back, his tongue dominating hers. He grabbed her sharply hips in his hands and pulled her body tight against his. She thrust her hands up under his shirt and grazed her nails along his chest. Anthony cupped her face and guided her to one of the stalls. She threw her hand behind her and pushed the door open; it slammed against the tiled wall with a sharp crack. Inside, Lola fumbled at the front of his jeans and tried to undo his belt buckle. Anthony ran his hands up her outer thighs and hiked her dress up; sickening heat rolled off of her and perfumed the room, making Anthony lightheaded. She got his belt undone and pulled out his massive dick and he yanked down her panties. Anthony lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist; his dick prodded her sticky folds but didn't penetrate her. She threw her arms around his neck and held him tight. "Give it to me," she panted, "I want you so bad."
On some level, Anthony couldn't help feeling like he was cheating on Lana, but his sudden and primal desire pushed him on. He thrusted deep into her and they both cried out. She was tight and warm, her core boiling around his dick. He slipped his hands under her fat ass and dug his fingers into her cheeks as he began to drill her. She raked her nails up and down his back and issued a series of grunts, moans, and oh gods. Anthony kissed the slope of her neck and rocked his hips, his tip smashing the limit of her womb. "Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. She dug her heels into his butt and moved in time with his thrusts. The smell and feeling of Lola's body sent Anthony into an animalistic frenzy and his mind blanked out. He let her down, bent her over, and pounded her from behind, holding her hips in place.
Next, he threaded his arms under hers, lifted her off the ground, and fucked her from behind in a full nelson. Lola's eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Every one of Anthony's thrusts knocked a tiny, breathy toot from her butt but her mind was mush and she couldn't think straight enough to be embarrassed.
After that, she stood with her legs far apart, lifted her butt in the air, and held onto the toilet. Anthony's dick plunged deep into her opening and spread her walls apart. It hurt but felt amazing at the same time and it was all she could do to keep from cumming. Anthony held her hips and pounded so hard she thought her pelvis was going to break. Just when she thought she couldn't take it any more, Anthony's dick swelled to twice its normal size and plugged her hole. When gallons of hot, creamy seed shot into her, she lost control and blew her lid. Her eyes narrowed, her teeth clamped her lower lip, and her entire body began to shake like she was going to blow apart. Anthony grunted and Lola moaned his name.
Anthony's cum filled her, dominating her eggs and priming them for insemination. The next time he came in her, her womb would greedily suck it up and impregnate her eggs.
He pulled out in a rush of their mingled juices and Lola fell to her knees. "Wow," she said. "That was divine."
"You were pretty good too," Anthony grinned.
After cleaning themselves up, they left the bathroom. As soon as they opened the door, Vicky was there. "What were you two doing in there?" she demanded.
Anthony's heart sank. "Uh...just hanging out."
Vicky narrowed her eyes. "Weird place to hang out."
She pushed past them. "Ew, it stinks in here. What is that?"
Anthony rubbed the back of his neck. "That's just how boys' rooms smell."
"That's not a normal bathroom smell. Wait, I'm in the boys room?" Vicky asked. She looked around and saw the urinals. "Oh. I got lost again." She pushed past Anthony and Lola and went to the women's room.
Anthony let out a sigh of relief. "She's a dumbass," Lola said.
"I know," Anthony said, "but I'm cool with her cousin and she's going through a lot."
Lola made a hmph noise but didn't say anything.
Hand in hand, Anthony and Lola went back to class.
Little did they know that Vicky watched them go, her eyes narrowed and a strange mixture of feelings that she couldn't explain swirling in her chest. She took a deep breath through flaring nostrils and let it out through her mouth. She turned around and went back into the bathroom, already forgetting that it was the boys' room. She passed the urinals and went to the last stall. That weird smell was stronger back here, overpowering. At first, it made her gag, but now, it was actually kind of nice. She opened the stall door and went in. She started to unzip her jeans but stopped when she noticed a glob of whitish goo on the toilet seat. Ew, what's this shit? She grabbed a wad of toilet paper, wiped it off, and then lifted the toilet paper to her nose.
The smell was primal and coppery, and had a bizarre effect on her body. Her core clutched and her heart began to pound like a drum. Her mouth watered and she couldn't stop herself from licking some of the good from the paper. The moment it touched her tongue, her eyes widened and her face turned beet red. She looked at the toilet paper...then crammed it into her mouth and ate it.
She didn't know what this stuff was but her brain was beginning to put two and two together. She thought she knew what it was now, but she knew one thing for certain.
She wanted more.
And some way, somehow, she was going to get it.