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Chapter 136: When Puberty Goes Nuclear

Chapter 136: When Puberty Goes Nuclear

Chas took a little break and scooted up next to Roger where no one could see him and slid his hand down the crack of Roger’s ass. Next thing he did was to slide two fingers deep inside of Roger’s vent.

Roger sat straight up and his eyes popped open as Chas touched something inside of him that made him squirm.

"That’s right, Roger, feel that. Keep feeding my son and get used to this because your vent belongs to me and when I get ready, I’m going to bust it wide open. It’s mine, baby." Chas removed his hand and smelled his wet fingers. "You’re not quite ripe but you’re getting there. Now be a good bitch and lock it off because it’s mine and no one else gets in."

Chas thought he was sneaky, but as usual Mr. Zack saw what he did. Roger had trouble with a capital C.

Chas went back to the serving line and finished up. Everybody complimented him and congratulated him on the meal and that he was in such a good mood this morning. "Yeah, when you know your future you usually are in a good mood," he muttered to himself.

All this went right over Donnie’s head—he was clueless. So Mr. Zack decided to pull him aside and tell him about the birds and the bees and that his boy had too many bushes that he wanted to get into instead of the trees.

After the talk with Mr. Zack, Donnie was furious. How dare his son act like that in a public place where people could’ve seen him—and someone did see him. Mr. Zack, thank goodness it was him.

As soon as they arrived home, he told Chas to put Xavier in the bedroom and the porta-crib and get his ass back to that couch as they were going to have a talk.

Donnie wasn’t hollering, but it wasn’t far from it. Stephen walked in on the conversation and couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of Donnie’s mouth to his son, and he couldn’t believe what Donnie was saying about his behavior at the warehouse either.

"Just what do you have to say for yourself? Can you explain to me your actions, young man? Why in the hell did you do what you did to Roger today?" Donnie demanded.

"Dad, it’s like this. I was laying claim to my territory. Roger’s vent belongs to me. When I transition, I am going to mate with him, and I plan on keeping him swollen up as much as I can with my babies because he’s mine," Chas explained matter-of-factly.

"And Chas, what if Roger doesn’t feel about you the same way you feel about him and his vent? What happens when he rejects your advances? Are you going to take it from him, young man?" Donnie pressed.

"Oh, he liked it all right, or I wouldn’t have been playing with his vent for so long and had my fingers all the way up in it to the point he was getting ready to lose his juices all in his underwear when I stopped and left him gasping for air," Chas replied smugly.

"Chas, you will not do that again! He was kind enough to help you with Xavier. He even let Xavier nurse his glands for the very first time anyone has touched them there. He’s only been pumping since he transitioned," Donnie scolded.

"We’re all going to have a meeting here, all of us, and that includes myself, you, Roger, Uncle Stephen, Clark and Mr. Zack since he caught you. You will stop acting like a slut when it comes to Roger. And you will never touch him that way again, until after you transition and we have another sit down about the birds, the bees, and watch out that you don’t knock him up when you’re shaking the trees," Donnie continued firmly.

Clark walked in and noticed Donnie was red-faced and Chas was sitting on the seat—correction, in the hot seat—as Stephen was about to bust his gut laughing. "What the hell did I miss? I’m running five minutes late and it looks like World War III was about to happen."

Stephen snickered. "Let’s just say Mr. Chas got his fingers caught in the honeypot today and Zack caught him, and dear old dad isn’t so happy."

"Well, he is growing up, Donnie, and it’s not going to be long before he goes into transition. His hair is growing at a progressive rate, and his arms and legs are becoming covered in it too, if you haven’t noticed. Plus he’s grown 4½ inches," Clark observed.

"I know. I’ve seen his pants are too short once again, his shirts are getting too tight along with his pants. He needs to go up to lock up when he gets ready to transition because I am not putting up with any bullshit," Donnie grumbled.

Clark sat down beside Chas and put his arm around him. "Young man, your dad loves you. He’s just trying to protect you. You’re right at 17 and a Genman can come into transition cycle at the average age of 18. But with you, the Genconmide has accelerated everything since you have not conceived again. You will likely go into cycle within your transition and he does not want you to get pregnant again or get anyone else pregnant for that matter. It’s going to be hard. You’re going to have to go to the clinic and go to lock up and be monitored so you don’t hurt yourself or anyone else because we have no knowledge of what it’s like when you’re going into transition with all the Genconmide still in your system that they put there."

"Mr. Clark, I know my system is messed up. When I get near somebody in particular, all I want to do is rip his clothes off and mount him. I know when it happens, I’m going to hurt him. I don’t want to, but I’m scared of myself. What if I revert back to the old way of thinking and all I want to do is mount everything?" Chas admitted, his voice trembling.

"We’re going to help you with it. We will give you relaxers. Lex and I will let you slide through your transition with the least amount of stress on your body that can possibly be allowed and you’ll still transition," Clark assured him.

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Over the next couple of weeks, Chas was a little snappy with everyone as his time neared. He was even leery of himself around Xavier at times because it was wearing heavily on him.

Chas was almost 6 foot 4 when the last of the signs hit him. He was sweating, he was shaking, and he began to leak. Donnie needed help—he couldn’t hold him, he couldn’t control him, but he needed to get him to the clinic, so he called for Robbie and Hans to take his son to Lex so that they could lock him down.

Roger stood back and watched them remove the young man from the house, restrained. He had never seen anyone go through anything like this before. This was a pure, raw, unrestrained Genman transition. Lex made sure to get it all on video for documentation about what happens to adolescent Genmen during transition through the use of the Genconmide.

Zack was very worried about Chas. Would he come out of it changed and aggressive, or would he settle back down as his hormones also settled? It was all six people could do to get Chas into a restraining room. There was only a bed on the floor and padded, reinforced walls and windows.

For three days he beat on the walls. He ripped up stuff—there was no mattress left, it was shredded. He had no clothing left and he’d grown to the height of 6’8". Chas was a beast of a Genman.

Zack had never seen anyone change so much in his appearance. Gone were the soft boy looks, replaced by a rugged, manly look. If he ever got mad, whoever was at the receiving end wouldn’t last long.

Zack thought it was appropriate and called for Roger to come to the clinic. Roger couldn’t believe what he saw. Gone was a sweet boy and stood before him was one sexy Genman. He couldn’t believe it was Chas. He just hoped that Xavier would recognize his own dad. He had been there for Xavier, taking care of him—he was attached to the tyke.

Donnie walked into the room. He had a damp towel and a pair of gym shorts that he was hoping would fit his son.

Chas was exhausted after his transformation. He recognized his dad and smiled. He looked down at his hands and couldn’t believe that these huge things belonged to him. He turned them over and saw that his knuckles were all bruised. He looked at his dad. "What happened to me? What did I do?"

"Well, boy, you almost tore the place apart. Lex is going to have to get a new front door, that’s for sure. That one there was bent from you kicking at it trying to get out. Now let’s put the shorts on because your business is on display and you got too much to display." Donnie went about wiping his son’s hands off and his face with the damp towel. He combed Chas’s hair as best he could because it needed to be cut—he looked like a bushy willow. That’s one thing Donnie knew he passed on to his son, his wavy hair.

Donnie held the towel up so that Chas could slip on his shorts in a little privacy. He couldn’t believe how big his son was.

Robert walked in with Xavier in his arms and swallowed deeply when he saw all what Chas had turned out to be. Xavier saw his dad and screamed, "No!" He turned away and clung to Robert’s neck. "No father, no!"

Robert continued walking to Chas so that maybe Xavier could get a whiff of his scent and realize that this was his dad.

Chas held his hand out towards Xavier so that he didn’t get so close and be frightened by his new shape and form.

Xavier finally got a whiff of Chas’s scent. He turned around and carefully studied him. "Daddy?" he said in a questionable tone.

Lex found a shirt big enough to fit Chas, thanks to Hans, so that he could go home and be with his family.