“Timmy what…?” Louise managed to gasp out in her now deeper voice before she collapsed onto the grass near the top of the hill, franticly fondling her new throbbing male equipment with lustful abandon and moaning.
Timmy watched in stunned fascination as the horny male that had once been his mother continued her frantic masturbation, jerking her pole with frantic strokes while a thin line of pre-cum oozed from it’s throbbing head. Her head was thrown back, and rich and deep cries echoed from her throat in her newly enquired manly voice.
“I’m sorry mom!” Timmy cried. “I’ll fix you!”
Louise’s only response was a loud male grunt of arousal as she stroked her hard cock, oblivious to everything else around her. Timmy gaped at his former mother as he noticed that the new man’s features were rapidly beginning to regress in age, the years melting away as the hairy, beefy man in the torn remains of a woman’s clothes regressed back into his teenage years, until she was as young as the other masturbating former girls.
Louise’s full beard had become thinner; more of stubble now, and the hair on her body had thinned a bit, as she dropped several inches in height and the tone of her cries becoming a fraction higher in pitch as she went from the mature body of a fully developed man to the still maturing body of a horny fifteen-year-old boy.
Timmy gasped realizing that his former mother was now not only a boy, but was no older in years then his former sister and her friends. As Louise’s changes finished, the new teenager’s strokes to her pulsing and throbbing new cock became even more frantic as male teenage hormones flooded her now less mature body sending her libido even higher. The former woman gasped and moaned, shuddering in arousal and she felt her orgasm building up, cum boiling in her newly made balls as she worked her way towards her first male climax.
Timmy tore his eyes away from the masturbating male teenager that had been his mom just moments before and looked worriedly at the Ray Gun in his small hands. There were a number of buttons at the back of the gun, as while as additional controls and several small knobs along the left-hand side of the curious device. Trying to ignore the lusty moans and groaning of the new men around him, Timmy looked at the buttons at the back of the gun, remembering that he had pushed several and wondering which ones to try changing.
There was a row at the top with three buttons labeled from left to right, M, SM, and F with a small notation above them that read Sex. Tim was old enough to know what sex was, having indulged more then once in playground conversations with his friends about it’s mysteries. He decided that since the buttons were labeled under the word Sex, they must refer to the type of sexual activity.
“M must mean Masturbation,” Tim reasoned, noting it was depressed, “that’s why everyone’s jacking off. The F must stand for Fucking, and the SM for Sex and Masturbating.”
Looking up at the boy that his mother had become, Tim watched her hairy thighs pumping beneath the torn shreds of her pantyhose, the shredded remains of her underwear around one ankle, and decided to leave the first row of buttons alone for the moment, since he didn’t see an Off or Stop on the row and didn’t want to risk making things worse.
Looking at the next row, Timmy saw that they were labeled with a big word he didn’t recognize called “Orientation” at the top and with three buttons labeled left to right: G, B, and H. Timmy decided that this was what he was looking for. He figured the G button stood for Girl, the B for Boy, and the H he wasn’t sure about. Maybe one of those weird people with both boy and girl bits he’d heard about. Tim firmly pressed the G button, not even noticing that the H button had been depressed before.
Timmy’s head shot up as his mom roared in her deep male voice and her first male orgasm shook her teenage frame, huge globs of cum splattering over her now hairy and muscular male body. The former woman lay grunting and gasping on the grass, even as fresh cum began to churn in her hyper energized balls and the urge to work herself up to a second climax overpowered any rational thoughts she might have had. Her now larger man’s hand stroked at her re-stiffening cock with lustful enthusiasm and fresh groans and moans of pleasure escaped her.
Timmy knew he had to act quickly before someone else happened upon the bizarre scene and he got himself into even more trouble, but he hesitated for a moment. He remembered how angry the girls had looked when they’d rushed at him, and he didn’t think his mom was going to be thrilled either with him and what he’d done. But he couldn’t just leave them as a bunch of continuously masturbating boys, not even his sister deserved that.
Looking at the Ray Gun angrily for the trouble it had caused him Timmy noticed a third row of buttons at the back, just below the other two. This one had only two buttons under the title Memory, and they were simply labeled on, and off. Tim’s cherub like face broke into a happy smile, as he pressed the “off” switch. Now he figured no one would even remember what the gun had done, and he’d be able to keep his toy and play with it some more.
With this thought in his mind, Tim raised the gun and fired it at his still franticly masturbating former mother. She grunted in her deep male voice, oblivious to the bright beam of light that shot from the gun and struck her square in the hairy chest that had replaced her breasts, her large male hand never missing a beat as she continued to stroke her new cock.
Timmy was disappointed to see that nothing seemed to be happening, and turned in frustration, firing the gun at the other former girls, hitting them one by one and then looking down at the gun in disgust when nothing appeared to happen. The former girls were still boys, and still just as horny as before.
“Stupid gun,” Timmy muttered, staring at it.
Timmy was wrong, however, in thinking that the gun hadn’t had an effect on the six former girls masturbating around him. Although Timmy hadn’t realized it, the shots from the gun had indeed worked, but not as Timmy thought it would. There minds were being rearranged by the gun in a fashion every bit as dramatic as the earlier physical changes they had undergone, even as old memories of there former lives melted away and new urges and hungers began to make themselves apparent.
Tim’s mother, Louise opened her eyes and looked lustfully at the next to naked and masturbating former girls with new interest. Before she had been confused and oddly repulsed by the strange boys, something she’d not understood since the memories she’d had told her she’d always been attracted to men and certainly the muscular hunky looking teenagers in front of her had been that, even if they were a bit young. Instead her thoughts had drifted to her female friends and acquaintances, viewing with new attraction the memories of their feminine beauty, their swelling breasts, full lips, and luscious ass’. She had been confused by her new way of thinking, even as she masturbated to the thoughts of women in her head.
Although Louise had no way of knowing, the other five girls had been in similar confused states of mind. All of their young lives they had dreamed of, been attracted to and gone out with boys. They had retained those memories, but like Louise they had found themselves now inexplicitly attracted to the girls they had once chatted with as friends, the teen-idles they had once dreamed of being like.
They had watched each others transformations into muscular and hairy boys, and knew that they should be attracted to each other’s new forms, but somehow the memory of the forms their friends had once possessed had seemed far more appealing and been what fueled their masturbatory fury as they had stroked their new cocks thinking thoughts that would have shocked and disgusted them only minutes earlier, mostly dwelling on the soft and feminine forms of the girls they had been. Now though, all that had changed.
Louise grunted, managing to stand while still jacking a hardened cock and looked in new appreciation at the muscular butt of one of the strange boys that was jacking his own cock off into the grass below. The former mother, now with only the thoughts and memories of a horny and extremely gay boy named Lu eyed the other boy’s thrusting ass with a horny grin on his chiseled features as he made his way forward and knelt behind the other boy, spitting on his own already well lubricated cock-head and pressing it at the entrance of the other boy’s asshole.
The other boy, formally a girl named Jill although she now remembered herself only as a Jim groaned in appreciation as he felt Lu’s cock pressing against his tight anal ring, his own cock pulsing with excitement as he buried his face in the crotch of Linda, who he now remembered as Lee, licking and sucking at Lee’s hard shaft while grunting in appreciation at Lu who was now thrusting his cock in and out of Jim’s asshole with frantic desire.
Timmy gaped in stupefied shock at the sight of his former mother now grunting and moaning as she pounded her cock in and out of one of sister’s friend’s asshole, while the former girl moaned in delight and continued to go down on another of her transformed friends. He looked at the forth girl gone boy who had now risen to his feet and grabbed the head of the soccer mom turned ass pounding boy, thrusting her own hard cock at the former mother’s lips.
The boy that had once been a girl called Susan, but now went by Su pounded his throbbing cock lustfully into Lu’s mouth grunting in abandonment, his hairy legs a bit wobbly as he fucked his hips forward at the former mother’s face, which was contorted in a look of primal ecstasy, feral growls and grunts emerging the lips wrapped around Su’s new cock.
Turning his head a bit, Timmy’s eyes widened further as he saw the boy that had minutes ago been his sister Vicky, although the boy that she was now thought of himself as Vick, with her own lips wrapped around the glistening shaft of her former girlfriend Melody, now answering to the name Mel, who was in a sixty-nine with Timmy’s former sister and sucking on Tim’s sister’s cock with equal enthusiasm. Loud slobbering grunting and slurping sounds came from the pair of former girls as they sucked hungrily at each other’s throbbing cocks, abandoning themselves to the urges of the horny gay male bodies and minds they now possessed.
“I’ve got to find some way to stop this!” Tim stammered as he looked down at the gun in his hand and the moans and grunts of the former girls echoed in his ears.