The Trials and Tribulations of Tim
Chapter 11
While Tim made small talk with Professor Graves, his eyes were signaling
to Marcy Marsh and it seemed she was in a most receptive mood. The professor
glanced around at the relatively quiet house and asked where the guest of honor
was. Tim gave her his best grin and a few grunts as well before revealing that
Jill was entertaining a few folks in the upstairs master bathroom. Graves
snorted and replied.
"I thought that the last time we adjusted her attitude it would take
longer than this. I see your wife is back to her old tricks. I think she's a
piss freak myself and if water sports were an Olympic event she'd be a gold
medal winner for sure." Her comment brought laughter from Tim and Marcy. Then
she went on to give Tim the lowdown on what other surprises they had in store
for Jill. "I've always considered your wife to be a real bitch, and so I've
brought her a playmate this time. He weighs 85 pounds, has a nasty disposition,
and loves showing bitches who is in charge. His name is Commander and he doesn't
take any guff from any member of the opposite sex. That's why we brought him
along."
Tim's brow furrowed as he tried to deal with this mysterious midget that
the professor was raving about. He wondered how someone that small could be so
dominating when it came to handling women. The light bulb went on when he heard
the teacher tell Marcy to get him out of his cage and bring him inside so he
could get busy working on Jill. Tim did his best to make it seem that he knew
all along that Commander was a dog, but the look on the two females told him
they thought differently. His mind slipped its leash once more and he thought
back to the last go round when Angela, the teen queen of the ball busters, had
brought that monster of a mongrel to do Jill. He thought of calling her and
finding out if she would be doing that once again, then he thought better of it.
He did not like that little bitch, at all! She was on his list as one of the
leading causes for Brad now being turned into Brenda. That bitch was going to
pay, and pay dearly for her role in this gigantic mess. Perhaps with a little
help from Wilson and the professor he might have the pleasure of watching
Commander turn Angela into a blonde dog biscuit.
As he led the two university types to the "activity center", the group
passed one of the other bedrooms that was currently occupied by Jack and his new
friend, "Brenda". Tim had been so busy making arrangements for the party that he
hadn't had as much as a moment to officially welcome his former son back to the
house. Had Tim done so he would have become very frightened at the change in
Brad's personality. Not only had the university bunch changed him physically,
they were also well on the way to severely modifying his former son's
personality so that he or she began to think of itself as Brenda, a young and
innocent girl eager to embrace the joys of love, lust and other strange emotions
from the alternate side of the ledger.
Jack or Bob, whatever his brother's name, was so addled from the
chemical substances he had ingested before coming to the clambake, that he
completely missed all the signs that would have told him that this hot looking
blonde babe with the great rack was in actuality his nephew Brad, the soccer
star and all round dullard. Currently Tim's brother was enjoying a blowjob that
was quite enthusiastic but lacked all the goodies that separated a run of the
mill hum job from the professional special that was now his steady diet since
his wife had split from him permanently. To date the Human Physiology faculty
had concentrated on showing Brenda how to experience the joys of ladies loving
ladies. By now he/she was an accomplished practioner of cunnilingus, but when it
came to fellatio, Brenda/Brad was lost in space.
Tim's son continued to suction Jack/Bob's dick while what was left of
its brain pondered what was to occur once this part of the ritual was concluded.
The changling received an answer a whole lot sooner than expected as Tim's
brother grunted, gasped and grabbed the blonde's head in a grip of steel as he
unloaded some tens of millions of blind swimmers into his partner's mouth. The
changling took the passive approach, allowing its mouth to become filled with
this salty fluid. Then curiosity took over and after swishing the contents about
in its mouth, Brenda/Brad swallowed the mixture with a big gulp, making Tim's
brother a most happy camper. It was rare these days for him to get anyone to
blow him for free, let along swallow his salty offering.
He sighed with satisfaction and fondled his partner's great tits,
enjoying their firmness and texture; not realizng that they were composed of the
latest miracle of polymer chemistry wedded to the cutting edge technology of
plastic surgery, if you'll pardon the pun that just jumped out on its own
accord. Tim's former son just stared off into space, being totally unfamiliar
with the ceremony that was taking place. "Give me a couple of minutes to get my
bearings and I'll let you suck me some more. Then when you get me rock hard I'll
fuck your brains out." Jack's remark made little sense to the changling, but
"Brenda" was up for it despite its lack of intelligence on this matter.
Being one of the hosts had its responsibilities, and so Tim was deprived
of the sight of his wife having a close encounter of the canine kind, but he
consoled himself with the thought that the night was young and there would be
plenty more opportunities to watch Jill being nailed by the pooch who appeared
to have the personality of Mike Tyson and the muscles to go along with it. He
raced down the stairs to answer the rather insistent sound of some one leaning
on his door bell. Opening the door he was confronted by the entire bunch they
had invited from the Human Physiology Department. He welcomed them into his
house, told them to take a seat for a moment and rushed over to Wilson's to tell
him the marines had landed and in force.
Tim's unannounced arrival interrupted an intimate moment between Wilson
and Ms.Penny Pence who was in the process of surrendering her asshole to his
cudgel of a cock. The chief financial officer of the hospital was bent over the
arm of that strange overstuffed chair that seemed so out of place among the more
exotic collection of furniture that was contained in the parlor. She was
supporting her body with arms that were fully extended. Her wide hips and
generous bottom provided a pleasant vista for the toolman. Wilson's appendage
was mere inches from penetrating the winking brown eye located between those
meaty cheeks that were so delightfully presented. The look he gave Tim was
guaranteed to curl his hair and other parts of his body as well. The toolman
shut his eyes and prayed that the stare he was getting would be gone once he
opened them.
"I want you to return to your house and engage the ladies in some witty
repartee while I and my Junoesque companion finish what you have just
interrupted." Tim didn't exactly understand some of the words that Wilson used,
but the tone in his voice spoke volumes. He had enough brain cells firing to
realize that departing from the parlor as fast as his legs could carry him was
the order of the day. As he was backing out, he noticed the bone china tea cup
sitting on the table beside the chair now supporting the voluptuous body of Ms
Pence. Evidently she had enjoyed her tea, no doubt another one of Wilson's
notion potions. Why those particular words popped into his confused brain was
not a subject that Tim wanted to dwell upon, even for a second.
Returning to the ladies from the Human Physiology department, Tim
attempted to engage them in conversation, but beyond his observation that the
weather was pretty good and he was glad that they could make the shindig he and
Wilson were hosting, he ran out of ideas. Fortunately Honeypussy noticed a
picture of Jill and the boys sitting on the mantleplace and made some comment to
the effect that Randi looked kind of cute and might look even cuter if they had
an opportunity to go another step beyond what they'd accomplished with his
sibling, the changling formerly known as Brad.
Tim's eyes grew narrow and a look crossed his face that made one of the
assistants get a little damp. It turned out that Samantha Dervish had more than
a soft spot in her heart for the toolman. In point of fact the location was more
like a wet spot and it was situated much lower in her body than her heart. This
rather plain jane of a teenager longed for a man who would bend her to his will,
using as much force as she could tolerate, which in her fantasy dreams was
considerably greater than most demi-masochists.
Honeypussy's observation sparked a great deal of comment from her peers
and so Tim, not able to enter the lists, just remained part of the background as
the ladies swapped medical jargon. The next thing he knew he was being addressed
by this teenager who reminded him a great deal of his wife Jill when he first
made her acquaintance while at college. He vaguely remembered this one hanging
around in the lab a few times when he visited, but he'd never been formally
introduced to her.
The minute she opened her prissy mouth and began to stammer and stutter
the lights when off and bells started clanging in his head. He had found another
live one, or as Wilson might have described her, a tabula rasa, something empty,
blank or unformed, just waiting for someone to do something with it. Tim
suddenly imagined himself in his laboratory with his assistant Al/Igor helping
him strap her down to the operating table so he could begin the process of
changing her into a raving beauty who had but one directive, to screw the
toolman's brains out at the arch of his eyebrow. He'd show that Wilson fellow a
thing or two about eyebrow arching since in his dream he was a graduate of the
Rock Institute of Eyebrow Manipulation.
For the next ten minutes Tim enjoyed the fantasy, ignoring the back and
forth technical talk that was flying over his head, but making sure that this
little sweetie knew that the toolman was definitely interested in doing
something with the raw material she was making available. Then with a flourish
that only Wilson could create he swept into the room clad in the colorful garb
of an American Indian medicine man or perhaps a shaman from the Northwest. Tim
had no clue, but his neighbor sure looked unworldly.
That got Tim to thinking, as much that is, as the few brain cells that
were currently operating would allow. Perhaps Wilson was from outer space, an
alien come to observe the people of Earth. It was at that moment that Tim got a
very sharp pain that seemed to be centered in that area of his brain responsible
for higher order functions. He could swear that he heard the voice of Wilson
saying, "Now Tim, you really don't want to go there, now do you?" Then it felt
as if he had been plugged into the local power plant; a sensation that could
only be described as excruciatingly unpleasant even for a dullard like Tim.
The ladies from the university were properly impressed not only by
Wilson's costume, but the Indian chant that he intoned as he moved around the
group, causing them to form a shrinking circle as if they were defending
themselves from this strange intruder. Then just as suddenly as he had appeared,
Wilson transformed himself into the know-it-all, but not threatening neighbor
that Tim was most comfortable with, the one that spoke English and didn't make
the toolman feel like wetting his pants.
He welcomed the faculty members effusively, declaring how he was honored
by their presence at the party and casually mentioning what an honor it was to
be in the company of Professor Honeypussy, the winner of the Johanson Medal only
last year for her pioneering work in the area of sexual coding in preteen female
natives of the Maldive Islands. There was a stunned silence from the group at
his words. The good Professor Honeypussy looked as if she was about to have an
orgasm, while her compatriots just stood there open-mouthed. Seizing the
opportunity, Wilson invited the ladies to come over to his humble home and join
him in a cup of herbal tea, one that he brewed using special ingredients that he
grew in his greenhouse.
To poor benighted Tim, it looked as if the pied piper was leading the
children from Hamlin. He could do nothing but shake his head to bring himself
back to the real world and be thankful that for some strange reason this awesome
creature that went by the name Wilson Wilson enjoyed having him around. "I guess
I must be something like a family dog to Wilson, that's not too bad." Tim
thought to himself. Then his head began to hurt again and there was that damned
voice that sounded just like Wilson. "Not a dog Tim, try something much lower in
the food chain, like perhaps a fruit fly." This time when the electricity from
the local power grid ran through the toolman, the lights of the city dimmed
briefly.
Most everyone past the age of ten knows about the mad tea party from
Alice in Wonderland. That little get-together paled in comparison with the
herbal tea party that Wilson threw for the key members of the faculty of the
Human Physiology department. The ladies were literally charmed out of their
clothing by the wonder brew that his two servants, Yuko and Miko, served. There
were sighs of delight and the smacking of lips, delicately of course, as the six
women sampled this wonderful concoction that Wilson had personally created for
the occasion.
Each of the ladies claimed that her particular tea was most unique, and
proudly reeled off the numerous tastes and aromas that they were experiencing.
Unbeknownst to them, each and every cup of herbal tea had been brewed from the
same ingredients in a common pot. What they did not know was the tea reacted to
the ratio of proteins to amino acids in their blood streams, releasing a unique
volume of neurotransmitters to the brain of each of the ladies. This accounted
for their different responses to the tea as far as taste and smell were
concerned. It also caused the subjects to lose consciousness, the duration of
this state being determined by their body weight. Finally it made the subjects
very sensitive to any suggestions that might come from authority figures such as
Wilson Wilson. How else could one account for the behavior of Penny Pence who
currently was seated in the sweat lodge, stark naked while she pleasured herself
manually and inhaled the steamy essence that rose from the heated rocks.
( To be continued )
