Everything has a beginning, and mine was before midnight when, for no apparent reason, a message arrived on my phone from an unknown number.
The message said the following: "We need to talk." To begin with, I didn't know the number, nor the person, and phone scams from Pakistani numbers were at their peak.
"Lyon, it's me, your grandfather, and we need to talk in private." With this message, things completely changed my perspective, but I didn't immediately accept and replied, "How old was my mother when she married my father?"
"She was 16 and he was 42, although at the civil registry they put that she was 18, having recently turned 18."
"How old is Grandma?"
"Your first grandmother has already passed away, the second is 40, and the third is 21."
"What did you give me for my 5th birthday?"
"A rock I found abroad, and I said it had a precious stone inside. Minutes later, your father discovered the truth, and your mother ended up kicking me out of the party. Since then, I haven't been able to speak to your father, much less your mother or any other relative."
"Just so you know, that was [Californium-252], something unique, and each gram is worth a lot of money. It was 500 grams, but dangerous and radioactive. Months later, Dad, Mateo, and two other uncles became sterile."
After a brief silence, a message followed with a laughing emoji. "I know. 🤣 I also knew they became eunuchs to save their lives from cancer."
I remained silent since no one outside the family knows this information. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked.
"At midnight tonight, all my properties, businesses, and money will be transferred to your name. Tomorrow, someone from the bank will try to contact you. Don't answer because, just like your grandmothers, acquaintances, friends, partners, and family, they only want a piece of the pie. You know what I mean."
Reading this got me thinking, and after reviewing my thoughts, I felt a terrible headache for the first time, much worse than that 27 million per gram I mentioned earlier. This led to another idea. "Do you want me to save your businesses and properties with my money?"
"No, no, my affairs are in good standing, very clean. I simply don't want your grandmothers, parents, cousins, uncles, or aunts to have a comfortable and easy life... at the expense of my hard work."
"Okay, I'm in, what do I have to do?"
"Nothing, nothing, my housekeeper will take care of everything. Just sit back and enjoy yourself. But if you fall for any tricks, scams, or schemes, that's your problem. But if you want to have fun, the ticket to the party has a price."
I nod. This is the grandfather I know, the one my father and uncles talk about all the time. He never gives you anything for free; there's always a price to pay, because there's no such thing as a free lunch. "Okay, okay, tell me what I have to do."
"Grab the keys and go down to the basement. Behind the treadmill, there's a box near the shelf. Use what's in the box and you'll understand everything." After the message arrived, my phone battery died. I thought this was just a coincidence.
I looked for the charger and after connecting the power cord to my phone, the phone received a shock. The screen lit up, then went black, and to top it all off, the phone started smoking.
Lyon didn't think twice before unplugging the device, and although he was scared, he didn't pay much attention to the incident. After throwing it in his jeans pocket, he left his room, thinking about buying a new one later.
As he steps into the hallway, he hears music coming from Lucia's bedroom, but he dismisses it and walks slowly to the stairs. After descending, he reaches the living room, where Daisy is watching a K-pop program on TV, while her mother makes noise in the kitchen preparing dinner.
The clock on the wall reads 6:30 PM.
Lyon doesn't say hello or speak; he simply continues on his way to the key rack by the front door. He grabs the basement keys and enters the garage through a side door.
The easier way is to enter the basement from the kitchen, but with his mother present, the questioning would be intense, and things wouldn't be so easy for the boy.
Leaving the garage and walking around the house, things become easier for Lyon as he reaches the backyard. Right between the house and the pool is the door to the basement.
Key in hand, Lyon enters without any trouble.
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"Do you see him?" Edgar Walton asks his housekeeper, who is standing right beside him.
The lady adjusts her binoculars and nods. "He's coming in." The old man nods after hearing his servant's confirmation. "Perfect, perfect, now let's wait five minutes and if the boy doesn't do anything, we'll proceed with plan B.."
"Okay, I'll notify the team." With that, the housekeeper radioed in and immediately received four different responses.
Minutes later, the housekeeper, her voice filled with excitement, confirmed. "Okay, Lyon has found the box, he's opening it and taking out its contents, now he's holding the syringe with the blood and is proceeding to inject himself..." Before she could continue, Edgar placed a hand on her shoulder. She remained silent, her breath quickening with excitement. "The target has fallen. Everyone withdraw. We'll meet at point A." After giving the order to the backup team, she looked at the elderly Edgar. "He wants us to confirm."
Although Edgar is very tempted by the outcome, the 99% compatibility with demonic blood is not something to boast about.
Although Lyon isn't the only subject with a high compatibility, since he has the highest number among the five, there can only be one candidate. "Mr. Edgar, what do we do with the other two?"
Edgar sighs at the unfortunate fate of those two, but seconds later says firmly, "Eliminate them like the previous two. We can't have any unforeseen problems or future complications." The housekeeper nods and begins giving a series of orders to Teams 2 and 5, meanwhile, in the Walton basement.
Lyon ends up injecting the blood into his neck.
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(What a load of crap.) I think to myself, I stretch out my hand and let the injection fall from my hand...
"Paah".
Suddenly my ears start ringing, hearing sounds that make me clench my jaw tightly. This causes me to raise my hands to cover my ears, trying to muffle the sound and lessen all the pain my brain feels...
Before I can open my mouth to complain, I feel my body begin to heat up to the point where my entire skin turns red, and as if that weren't enough, a torrent of information begins to flood my brain in the form of images.
These images turn into unreadable words in a kind of chant that resonates and pierces my brain until I collapse onto the floor... it's the worst place to be alone.
It's a second in real time. Without seeing, hearing, feeling, smelling, or even tasting my own saliva, at least, but that darkness feels like millions of years have passed...
Just when I was about to go completely mad, a light appeared and transformed into text, a golden text like hieroglyphics. To me, they were incomprehensible symbols, and after several attempts, I managed to read between the lines. "The gods exist."
I didn't say this myself, nor did I have a sudden revelation, much less was this my way of thinking...
It's written insistently in these hieroglyphs, and when I understood that part, the writing began to reach my brain more quickly. As I understand more words, they flow and flow, until they become a torrent of information that completely overwhelms my brain...
When my brain adapts to this type of information, another large torrent arrives, and together they overwhelm my brain again...
When my brain adapts, a third torrent arrives...
This repeats...
And repeats...
Until a small stream of information forms and flows into my brain, but when my brain adapts, another stream arrives, and then... Another one...
This keeps happening..
The streams become mighty rivers, then a wild sea...
The seas become small oceans that then grow into mega-oceans and flood my brain with information...
My brain adapts, grows, and swallows all that information.
When I can finally see clearly, I realize that all that information is just a tiny drop, and this same process repeats itself not thousands of times, but billions of times...
The saddest part is that I'm fully aware of this whole process, and it was like a tar stain, barely moving, but consuming everything to form itself.
The most painful part of this process was the cracking of my bones as they broke and reformed before breaking again, building a stronger bone, and that bone barely holds out a little longer before collapsing and repeating the same process...
This repeats itself endlessly...
Each of my bones was reshaped until I formed a complete skeleton, where for a brain I had this tar-like stain that swallowed all kinds of information.
Each muscle on top of the bones was compacted millions of times, undergoing the same process, and let's not even talk about the five circulatory systems that surrounded my body...
Yes, you read that right, there were five, because in addition to the blood, respiratory, and nervous systems, there were two other, much more extensive and complex systems throughout my body...
If we assign a color to each system...
The blood system is red, the respiratory system is blue, the nervous system is black, and the other two, which cover the first three, are sky blue and gold...
I really don't want to bore you with repetitive and tedious processes that repeat themselves millions of times until the Exhaustion, or the millions of times the whole process had to be restarted because the tar stain was consuming my body|.
Until the container (the skeleton) was strong enough to hold the tar stain. (The brain.)
When I finally regained consciousness, this was my body, and I was lying face up in the middle of the basement, right next to the treadmill.
This whole process felt like an eternity, but I looked out the window and barely a second had passed... 0.1% kept repeating in my mind.
Suddenly, the whole process started repeating itself over and over... 0.2%... 0.3%... 0.4%... 10%... 20%...30%.
In a total of 1 hour, 23 minutes, and 20 seconds, until I reached 500%...
7:53 pm.
I experienced the same process 5000 times, in case you were wondering...
Honestly, I don't know how to say this, but I wasn't the same guy anymore...
I realize it just by opening my eyes and looking at my body, but especially my crotch... (Damn, it's a monster) I think to myself when I see the size of my shaft... it's more than twice as long as before... this surprised me... I couldn't even grasp it completely with both hands, because there's a piece left over where another hand could easily fit..
The most striking thing wasn't the thickness of the shaft, the pink color, the bulging veins, or the diamond shape of its tip; the most striking thing is that when I slap it, the shaft goes down, but seconds later it returns to its place...
The rigidity My erection is so perfect, it doesn't droop to one side, it doesn't bend, and it doesn't curve. The shaft is always rigid like an arrow...
Besides, this shaft is a real beauty...
I'm about to get up when the basement door opens and my mother comes running down the stairs. She asks, alarmed, "Lyon, are you okay?" Before I can answer.
I look at every part of my body, and to my surprise, my body is the same, but I feel a surge of energy coursing through my veins, threatening to explode at any moment, and of course, my shaft is different too.
Since my shaft is out of my pants, before answering my mother, I try to put it away before she sees it, but I have some difficulty because of its size, right in front of my mother's eyes.
What followed was complete madness…
"Are you okay?" she asked as she ran up behind me.
"Of course, I'm fine, it was just a dizzy spell," I replied, my hands trying to cover the protruding shaft, but before I could, my hands stopped and both changed direction.
With one hand, I rubbed the back of my head, while with the other I braced myself on the ground.
Seconds after my mother arrived, I heard, "Wow, look at that thing, it even seems to have a life of its own." Followed by a slight, stifled laugh, she added, "It's been so many years since I've seen one so big and thick." She kept staring at my shaft and subtly bit her lip.
For some strange reason, I ignore her words as I continue rubbing the back of my head,. "Do you want help?" she asks, still staring at that hard meat. "I'd like more than just a little help," I reply, looking at her crotch.
She understands the meaning and nods as she looks into my eyes, then glances toward the door. But before I can answer, a voice comes from the kitchen. "Mom, everything okay?" It was Daisy's voice.
I see my mother's face scrunch up in annoyance for a few seconds before she replies, "Everything looks great down here."
"Sure, I think I heard that idiot Lyon's voice.," Daisy commented.
"Nah, it's all good,." my mom replied before offering her hand in a gesture of help.
Leaning on her hand, I tried to get up, but just then I pulled her body towards me, falling right on top of me.
The surprise in her eyes was immediate, but when she fell on top of me, there was no scream, no protest, just a soft laugh followed by a light punch on my chest, as she voiced her complaint. "Hey, your hands." I took advantage of the moment and grabbed her butt with both hands, sliding my fingers down and digging them into her denim.
"Sorry, it was a reflex.." I speak inches from her face and push her body against mine, my shaft hitting her stomach, as I continue to squeeze that voluminous ass.
There's no complaint, no protest, much less any attempt to move away, just a couple of light taps on my chest followed by several laughs and shakes of my head. "Let go of my ass, you know your sister, she won't be long." But neither of us gives in, much less moves away or gets up.
Until we hear the door to the kitchen open and the light on the stairs turn on... I understood it was the perfect moment to escape, but not before squeezing that ass a couple more times. "Move it, move it, your sister is about to come down."
Reluctantly, I let go of her butt, but not before a couple of light pats. "Hey, why did you do that.?"
I smiled, looking into her eyes, and said, "I was horny, and too bad you're wearing jeans..." After that comment, I finished getting up and walked calmly toward the other door, letting Daisy look at my silhouette before leaving.
When I stepped out of the basement onto the patio, I didn't go inside right away. I went and sat down on a lounge chair by the pool.
There was only one question on my mind. (What the hell just happened.?)
That's when, several meters from the fence, I saw the grandfather. The son of a bitch smiled at me as he waved.
This is all his doing.
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As I entered the house through the garage and left the basement keys where I had previously taken them, I felt a gaze on my back. At first, I thought it was my mother, but no...it was Daisy watching me from the living room.
I walked towards the stairs, but as I passed the living room, Daisy asked me... "Where were you?"
"On the street." I answer without hesitation and without looking at her face, as I continue on my way.
"I don't believe you," Daisy says, but before she can give her argument, my mother interrupts us and calls from the kitchen. "Kids, dinner's ready. Daisy, call your father; he's in the study. Lyon, call Lucy; she's in her room."
Daisy sighs in my direction before answering. "Sure, I'm coming, Mom." Without taking her eyes off me.
At 18, having an erection is so normal, but mine was more intense. It was like breathing. You know, you're sitting in the middle of the dining room or living room watching a movie with the family, and boom, suddenly you literally have the Eiffel Tower between your legs. While watching the movie, a 40-year-old virgin.
Then you think (that's normal.) but it turns out that one simple erection lasts 10 minutes and seconds later, another one, then another, and another.
Here's where it gets interesting: Mom changed her clothes, now she's wearing a short summer dress, which would be normal if it were summer, since winter is just around the corner, and to top it all off, she can't stop staring at every erection.
The first solution that comes to mind is to let my... well, you know. But in the long run, that becomes another problem, where everyone notices that bulge between your legs. But make no mistake, it's more pride than shame or complaint.
You know they're looking at every inch, but everyone pretends not to.
Now let's talk about the day.
It's the weekend, Sunday to be precise, and suddenly Dad stood up and called me. "Lyon, come upstairs with me." It was awkward getting up and walking while my mom and two sisters stared at the bulge between my legs, visible through my jeans.
We went upstairs and headed straight to the bathroom. "Go in and take care of it," my dad said, pointing at the bulge between my legs.
I already knew what was coming, but I didn't say anything to defend myself. I just nodded and went in. After closing the door and taking a few steps forward, I pulled down my pants and started pleasuring myself with both hands.
It took me between 5 and 10 minutes. When I opened the door, after noticing the sweat on my forehead and the disappearance of the bulge between my legs, Dad nodded. "Perfect," my father commented and gave me a couple of pats on the back.
"From today on..." We turned around, left the bathroom, and walked a few meters down the hallway, but before we reached the stairs, the bulge between my legs had returned. When my father noticed the discomfort as I walked, he realized. "Wait, wait." After I stopped, my father looked and said, "Let's go back." He pointed towards the bathroom.
Back in the bathroom, I warmed my bulge again, and ten minutes later, when I was already outside, my father stopped me, looked at my crotch again, and seeing that the bulge was gone, he asked me with a hint of doubt in his voice, "Had you done this before going to the living room?" I immediately nodded.
"How many?" And my dad asks, and in response, I raise both hands.
"Damn." My dad says aloud, because right at that moment, the bulging package in my crotch started to grow again.
Before I could reach a conclusion, my dad points to the bathroom again. "Come on, let's go to the bathroom again." This time we both go in, and while my dad closes the door, I head to the toilet.
"I won't watch. Just go and do your business." My dad comments.
At this point, you might think I'd act embarrassed being with someone, but not at all. I just pulled down my pants, and as I pulled out my member, I heard a gasp of surprise behind me. "Damn, Lyon, how big is that thing?"
"9, 9.1 inches to be exact.."
"Christ." My father grumbles with a hint of astonishment and adds, "When did this problem start?"
"Two weeks ago. Although it was manageable at first, it became a major issue as the days went by, especially when walking." I say this ironically as my eyes regain focus. This is obviously a blatant lie, but nobody knows that...
When Father and son were talking outside the hallway, right in front of the bathroom door, Lucrecia listened to the conversation with some doubt until curiosity got the better of her, and she knocked a couple of times. "Hector, Lyon, you're both fine in there..." Lyon turns back to look at Hector, while continuing to stimulate his shaft.
Hector shrugs before turning towards the door and saying in a clear voice, "Everything's fine in here, we'll be down in a moment." Although they both know Lucrecia's attitude well and her need to know everything about her family, which makes her somewhat communicative, not to say gossipy, with her friends and relatives.
Knowing his wife, Hector immediately comments, "In a moment..." Before he can finish the sentence, Lucrecia turns the doorknob and enters the bathroom. Hector tries to stand between the door and Lyon to stop her, but Lucrecia easily moves him out of her way.
(Although Lucrecia is a beautiful, tall, and voluptuous woman, she doesn't have the strength to move her husband out of the way if Hector doesn't want her to pass..) Let's clarify this, because it's obvious that her husband is doing it with a hidden motive.
In a split second, Lyon realized this, because his father never showed any real interest in stopping his mother.
The next few minutes are filled with awkward silence, while Lucrecia looks for the second time at that hard piece of meat in Lyon's hands, feigning surprise like a good actress.
The woman's first reaction is to cover her mouth to avoid letting out a gasp of surprise, and before Lucrecia can speak, two girls are standing behind her in the doorway, watching the spectacle.
"Good heavens, that's huge," Daisy comments.
"Now that's a real stud." Lucy says.
At that moment, Lyon throws his head back, letting out a grunt. "Ohhgg," Seconds later, under everyone's gaze, three powerful shots hit the toilet seat.
A brief, awkward silence follows, while Lyon fires three more shots, this time hitting the back of the toilet, and under everyone's eyes, his erection begins to subside.
With toilet paper, Lyon proceeds to clean up the remnants of the thick semen in the toilet seat.
Lucrecia takes advantage of the moment, turns around, and without looking at Lyon, says to the two girls by the door, "That's it, girls, let's go downstairs." The woman takes the opportunity to lead the two girls out into the hallway, but before leaving the bathroom,
At that moment, the woman closes and locks the door. "Ugh." Lucrecia sighed before turning back to her husband. "Hector, what's going on? Be clear." Instead of answering, Hector pointed at Lyon.
Lucrecia didn't understand at first and turned to look at Lyon. "Damn." Those were her first words upon seeing that member again in all its glory, as if he'd just stepped out of the shower.
Lucrecia's reaction was to look at her husband. "Don't look at me, I have no idea what's happening to Lyon or his axis. I'm an architect, not a doctor." The woman nodded silently before looking back at Lyon.
What followed was a series of questions that lasted several minutes. "Okay, we'll go see the doctor tomorrow," Lucrecia finished before opening the door again, finding her two daughters a few feet away.
Lucrecia stopped and turned to look at Lyon by the toilet, the axis in his hand once more.
Suddenly, Héctor commented, "Lyon, you don't need to come back with us to finish watching the movie." Although Lucrecia and the two girls looked somewhat reluctant and uncomfortable upon hearing this, they remained silent, each taking one last look at the hard piece of meat in Lyon's hand before continuing down the hallway.
Hector waited for Lyon to finish his third consecutive wank before clearing his throat. "Lyon, why don't you go to your room, dress as lightly as possible, and if the opportunity arises, take care of it." He pointed to the limp shaft in the boy's hand.
Lyon nodded, but before he could pull up his underwear, the shaft, once limp like a prune, began to stir. "Damn," Hector groaned aloud, and after a brief smile, added, "I wish I had that problem at this age." The man points to himself and, with that, leaves the bathroom, leaving Lyon alone.
In the living room, no one is watching the rest of the movie on the screen anymore; each family member is glued to their smartphone. Daisy and Lucy, the two girls, are looking for videos, photos, or any image.
Although they only briefly looked at that shaft in Lyon's hand inside the bathroom, an idea begins to take shape in Daisy's mind.
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The two girls' idea was simple... they had seen that axis somewhere before.
Lucrecia sends messages to the family chat group asking if this condition affects her son's future in any way... her sisters, mother, sisters-in-law, and some friends are in that private chat.
Hector, meanwhile, brags about the size of Lyon's shaft to several coworkers in the company's private chat.
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at 9:30 pm.
After the movie ends, everyone rushes to their respective rooms, leaving Hector to check and lock the doors and windows on the first floor.
This gave Lucrecia enough time to approach Lyon's door, and after a couple of knocks, she tried to turn the knob, but it wouldn't turn; the lock was already engaged.
This was very strange for the woman because none of her children had ever locked their door, but what was truly baffling was that Lyon didn't respond to the previous knock. There were no quick movements, no hasty apologies; literally, the boy never answered. "Lyon, darling, you're ther"..,she ask, but nothing."
Lucrecia turned around and went to get the master key.
Upon her return to Lyon's bedroom door, she immediately opened it and saw the boy lying naked in the middle of the bed. On the nightstand was a package of sleeping pills—the same ones her husband used. Lucrecia entered the room and checked that Lyon was alive before leaving and closing the door as if nothing had happened. But an idea had been nagging at her since the moment she saw that pillar of flesh for the third time that day.
Back in her own room, Héctor was already inside, tidying up his spot on the bed while taking a pill, since he had to leave the city before 8:00 a.m. the next day..
The message on his cell phone it was clear.... no excuses.
This wasn't normal for Hector, knowing that her husband usually went to sleep at midnight. Lucrecia became alert, but seconds later relaxed when her husband took his sleeping pill. She searched her closet for the most conservative pajamas available—a complete pink satin set (shirt and pants). Wearing this, she began her daily bedtime ritual (brushing her teeth and hair, removing makeup, washing her face, etc.).
When she returned from the bathroom, Hector was already snoring, causing Lucrecia to let out an involuntary sigh, as her main obstacle to leaving the bedroom was out of commission.
She looked again at the closet where the sexy robe she had never worn was hanging.-...
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