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I have already completed part 3 a while back, I must have spent a strange weekend writing months ago, will post it when part four is done. Not sure where I want to take it, jump straight into strange sexual adventures, or keep things low key, or just see where my muse takes me after reading the first three parts over again in a row.

", "writing": "Arthur Problems 2:\n\nShe Knows\n\nBy Bluevirage\n\n\nJane Read's eight-year-old son was productive. Not productive in the normal eight going on nine sense; he was quite a mastrubator, producing quite a bit of cum whenever he went to work on himself, and the only reason she knew was because she did the laundry, plus one of the trash bags recently thrown out was filled with numerous used tissues.\n\nTissues that had hardened after being soaked with semen. Instead of being appalled, the late thirty-something woman continued doing her motherly duties without too much worry. It was not like she had any interest in her son in that way; but she was curious as to -how- big he was -down there- to produce soooo much cum.\n\nHer discovery had resulted in her attacking her husband, a mauling as he called it when she aggressively rode his cock without a word of verbal consent. Thankfully she had previously had enough sense of mind to procure diaphragms for herself that would stay in place while she 'mauled' her man.\n\nSo while she was not interested in Arthur, or so she thought, she was curious about what her boy was packing. So, she would wait, and an opportunity to walk in on him by -accident- would present itself.\n\nShe was not sure how she would react upon her discovery, but she was fairly certain at that moment she would handle herself better than she actually did.\n\n~~~0~~~\n\n\"HOLY SHIT!\"\n\nArthur was more stunned by his mother's profanity, he had -never- heard her curse before, than her staring, hand on the doorknob, at her son's massive cock while holding a basket of laundry.\n\nJane's jaw dropped and her eyes locked upon her eldest child's manhood, yes he was a boy, but that dick belonged on an elephant, not an eight-year-old!\n\nJane shut the door, pulled in a few deep calming breaths, and then knocked. Some fumbling sounds came from behind the door, Jane taking the time to try and maintain a calm demeanor after catching her son jerking-off on purpose. Something that would make other women question their status as a fit mother, but not Jane; she figured this could be a serious medical issue and she wanted to help her son...as well as her curiosity, ulterior motives and all that not withstanding Arthur had an issue... possibly. \n\n\"Come in!\" Came the very embarrassed reply.\n\nJane pushed open the door slowly and spied her son sitting with a blanket covering his groin. She walked over to the bed and said nothing as she sat down next to him. Sitting the basket of laundry next to her. He was flustered, she was flustered, and together they sat on the bed together for a long quiet moment. \n\n\"The laundry right? It was the laundry that made you think I was... masturbating right?\" Arthur asked, looking a bit sweaty, wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and socks at the moment if one ignored the blanket covering him.\n\n\"Yea, the cu-semen stains and the tissues gave you away.\" Jane wanted to comfort her son, but he was likely still sporting a chubby underneath the blanket, so it was best she carry on like she was at that moment.\n\n\"Right, well I know all about this stuff though!\" Arthur said with assertiveness that he did not feel at that moment. \"I know not to do it with any girls, and to keep it to myself until I find the right person I want to be with and-\" Arthur shut up when Jane placed her hand on his shoulder.\n\n\"Arthur, I still have to give you \"The Talk\", it will be mortifying, for both of us, but since I found you in this state, I think I should go over the basic stuff with you to make sure you know what your going on about. Okay?\" Jane managed to make eye contact with her boy while speaking with much effort. The lump in his blanket was very, very noticeable and she was starting to feel her heart quicken for other reasons besides catching him in an aroused state and seeing his cub chubby on full display.\n\nArthur nodded and proceeded to listen to his mother talk to him about everything involving safe sex, masturbation, and what he intended to do once he got older. He had nothing to say except try and avoid getting people pregnant; but Jane had other ideas.\n\n\"Get used to the idea of not being able to fit that in normal sized women Arthur; your father, blessedly hung he is-\"\n\n\"MOM!\" Arthur blushed as he exclaimed.\n\n\"Oh hush, as blessed as your father is, he is not quite as virile as you, nor as big. You may honestly have to consider dating outside our...background; something I suspect you would have done anyway if Francine or Molly are any indication.\"\n\nArthur was flabbergasted, he was even more shocked he knew the word since he had failed his last spelling pop-quiz given by Mr. Ratburn. \"How do you know?\"\n\nJane smiled in a motherly way, \"Mom's always know what their children are into; speaking of which, you may have to consider frottage,\" Jane then proceeded to explain to her son what it was and Arthur was left blushing by the end of the explanation. \"for the time being be mindful of -trash day- if you do not want your father finding out about Mr. Snake.\"\n\n\"I did not give it a name!\" Arthur exclaimed. \n\n\"I know, just teasing you a bit; still...\" Jane looked thoughtful. \"We will have to get you fitted with special underwear.\"\n\nArthur looked away from his mom before lifting the blanket. \"It kinda compacts itself.\" Jane was shocked by how, practically, compact his cock had become compared to before. Flaccid, which was partly the point of her talk, to calm him down and confront him about the laundry, it was about the size and shape of a can of soda. \n\nPutting the blanket back down Arthur sighed, \"It is only a problem when I get half-hard, and you know the rest when I get really hard.\" Arthur sighed.\n\n\"Right, well, you need to practice controlling your thoughts.\" Jane smiled.\n\n\"Mom, summer is about to start: teenage girls, parks, and you not wanting me to be inside all summer; what do you -think- is going to happen?\" Arthur said while giving his mother a look. \"And girls my age are...starting to look really nice too.\"\n\n\"Oh bother.\" Jane exclaimed as she face planted into the basket of laundry she had sat on her lap during her talk with her son.\n\n~~~0~~~\n\nArthur had gotten over the talk he had gotten from his mom and now had better ideas about how to handle his issue. His mother suggested he \"take matters into his own hands\" whenever he needed to at home; his father having gotten some urging from her to fix the bathroom lock. \n\nJane considered her options, Arthur's growth was not natural, it could not be, but what had caused it? She had friends from school who had gone on to be doctors, maybe one of them could present an answer. Picking up her cellphone, she looked up an old zebra mare friend that was a specialist in genetic abnormalities.\n\nMaria Zanzibar had just put her zelion foals to bed, the twin girls and one boy having gotten their fill of their mother's milk now each enjoyed a pacifier, pacifiers that were meant for babies with sharp teeth, and not herbivores. But she knew what she was doing, the children had their father's physical attributes and their mother's fur coloration as well as tufts of hair at the end of their tails.\n\nMaria was about to return to checking her latest test results from blood samples taken from her lovely children when her phone rang. Checking the number she did a double-take, Jane Miller-Read? She had not spoken to the aardvark since college\n\n\"Hello, Farmbrat,\" Maria said cheerily, somewhat feeling good about being a mother, an unwed one, but a mother like the majority of her former classmates.\n\n\"City Mare, good to hear your voice.\" Jane was browsing some of the material written by the woman she was speaking to online via her laptop; this included ordering a digital copy of Maria's book written on throwback syndrome, which nearly instantly downloaded to her phone's e-book reader for browsing later. \n\n\"I need consultation and-\"\n\n\"Leave a review.\"\n\nJane was caught off guard. \"What?\"\n\n\"Leave a review for my book, five stars and all that; and consider this consultation paid for in full.\" Maria was browsing sales numbers for her book and noticed a single sale right around the time of the call. Maria never believed in coincidences and went with her gut instinct. \n\n\"How did, how could you know?\"\n\n\"Psychic powers, or checking my sales numbers out of habit frequently; especially when old friends call after years of no correspondence. But everyone knew about the mare with the feral pussy that was on campus so why not call her up? She is the literal expert on having animal junk and weird sexual organ mutations!\" Maria groused.\n\n\"Maria, I never judged you for that, and you know it! And you know why too!\" Jane said tersely into the phone.\n\n\"Yea, I do have fond memories of you too, but let me guess, your son has an issue that causes him to use plenty of tissues?\"\n\nJane stifled a giggle at the pun despite the formerly tense moment. \"Yes, going over your research, he is going to,\"\n\n\"End up taller than you or your husband without suppressant use, something I recommend not getting due to the side-effects including suspected decreased intellect as well as the lack of long-term study data on what else the suppressants do to people.\" Maria put the phone down and clipped an earpiece to her ear and flicked it once to make sure it was secure before beginning to type. \"Give me some basics,\"\n\n\"Over the phone?\"\n\n\"Consultation, five star review, and a willingness to talk about your child's junk; all requirements for me helping you girlfriend,\"\n\n\"Ex-girlfriend, and it was a college thing; not that it was not fun.\"\n\n\"I do recall David joining in after catching us.\"\n\n\"Well if someone had not called my -stallion- to tell him, while drunk, that his high school love was now a dyke, eating muff on the regular while he was studying culinary stuff, and I quote, \"shit that don't matter\"; and that he best come to her dorm and get her back.\"\n\nMaria nickered a bit at the memory, \"Yea, yea but back to business! How large is your son so I can get an idea of what variant of throwback syndrome we are talking about here, also shape is important too without seeing his equipment in person.\"\n\n\"He looks normal, but is like more than a foot long,\"\n\n\"And he is eight?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\nMaria thought about Hal, the now nine-year-old father of her children and sucked on her lower lip. \"A lot of parents have been coming to me about children in the same age group. I need blood samples from more kids, but my going theory is something in the environment is causing our children to physically mature faster. Without other kinds of samples, I cannot determine if he has hyper fertility as well; also you need to tell him to avoid having sex with any females of breeding age until he acquires condoms that can fit him; or ample spermicides are used, I am talking foams, jellies, pulling out, anything to lessen pregnancy risk.\"\n\n\"Oh my god I am going to be a grandmother before I am forty.\" Jane muttered. \n\n\"There is an upside,\"\n\n\"What upside is there?\"\n\n\"Increased intellect; Arthur's grades should start, pardon the pun, shooting up fairly soon since I feel this is a recent physical development on his part and the rest of him will start catching up. Also, you need to read up on my website about dietary plans and the like. As well as strategies- oh just read the book, its covered in there as well, but with more reasoning behind the basic stuff. Also, word of advice, \"\n\n\"I am listening.\"\n\n\"Once word gets out, Arthur will be seeing positive attention from women,\"\n\n\"They have laws against this sort of stuff!\"\n\n\"Laws that are currently being challenged all the way up to the Supreme Court due to a hell of a lot of children having these -issues- and being the aggressors! Not to mention they do not call it (well I do) a suite of symptoms for nothing. One of which is having pheromones that make people lose control of more sensible modern behaviors. \n\"I honestly think I was a first wave kid, all these recent children are second wave, but those are more theories for my second book, which when written can be purchased by you. Meanwhile, you can attempt to steer Arthur towards acceptable partners.\"\n\n\"Oh my god, you want me to solicit girls for my son to have sex with?\"\n\n\"Not what I was saying, I said you can attempt to, not telling you to do so, play-dates are things that still happen -right-?\"\n\n\"Oh-my-god.\"\n\n\"I have not heard that from your sweet lips in years, good to see I still have that effect on you.\"\n\nJane felt it was time to end the conversation. \"Maria, thank you, I will be in touch.\" she said.\n\n\"Ooh, its a promise right?\"\n\n\"Professionally!\"\n\n\"Yea, the oldest profession involves acts that I would like to have performed upon me by you don't ya know.\"\n\n\"Bye!\"\n\n\"Bye~!\" Maria replied before hanging up. Checking on her babies again she went back to checking her data. From all the new cases she was starting files on; this latest development made her wonder exactly what would happen to her old friend's son. Especially if his pheromones were really effective upon members of his immediate family like a certain lion cub she knew intimately.\n\n~~~0~~~\n\nJane started reading the book written by her ex that night on her phone. Her husband David laid next to her in bed, eyes wide open with his hand on his bare chest feeling his heart slowly stop racing after the sex they had just had. Seeing as how Jane had proceeded to make hard love to him nightly since the start of the month; previous sessions having shredded his pajamas, he decided sleeping in his boxers was the best way to save what was left of his pajama collection.\n\n\"What are you reading?\" David finally asked.\n\nJane thought there was no better time to inform her husband about their son's medical/growth issue. \"I think I know why I have been committing marital battery against you.\" Jane smiled.\n\n\"Spousal abuse -is- a serious problem in certain homes;\" David sat up and pulled Jane tight, his hands gripping her by her shoulders. Pulling away he pecked her on the lips and she nibbled on his lower lip until he leaned back. \"But seriously, what is it?\"\n\n\"Well it starts like this,\" Jane showed David the chapter she had been reading that laid out the basics of what was known about children with throwback syndrome. Most notably were features, usually genitalia, that were more primitive and not modern looking; or appeared like those of non-upright representations of one's ethnic background.\n\nDavid suddenly got the idea and spoke up, \"Arthur...had a growth spurt recently,\"\n\n\"In his pants, but yes, yes he did,\"\n\n\"Have you had sex with him? Or thought about having sex with him? Has he thought about having sex with you?\" David asked with his eyes wide.\n\n\"How would I know that last part? And would my pussy,\" for emphasis Jane took her husband's hand and stuck it against her groin, his fingers dancing over her mound that his penis had been within for forty minutes not thirteen minutes ago being worked over as his wife writhed and ground herself against his groin. \"be so tight? Children like Arthur have over-sized genitals, and I have never thought about him in any sexual fashion! But his pheromones might be getting to me, this book mentions how sometimes its a fruity smell detectable by interested parties. I doubt anyone in the house has smelled anything fruity recently!\"\n\nDavid did not want to say what was on his mind but he had to. \"What about Dora?\"\n\n\"What's wrong with him yanking it to Dora The Explorer?\"\n\n\"You know who I meant!\" David snapped. \n\n\"If he has designs on his sister, I already had -the talk- with him; besides I think I may have to create -play-dates- to keep him from even considering her. If you fear for your daughter's maidenhood, you can talk to your son about staying away from her and me as well.\"\n\nDavid held up his hands and shook them back and forth in an agitated manner. \"Oh god no, no, no, no!\"\n\n\"But, he is effecting me though; but I put all my focus on you, because I love you and do not want to hurt you...unless its from you needing a skin graft.\" Jane pulled her pajama top off and shoved David down against his pillow. \"Your break is over, I hope you've been taking supplements, because this is not going to stop anytime soon.\" she said with a feral grin.\n\n\"Some men would be envious of my current problem. I am envious of the sleep they get.\" David's voice was soon muffled by his wife's kisses as she tugged down his underwear and grasped his manhood.\n\n\"Less talking, and more getting hard!\"\n\n~~~0~~~\n\nThe next day Arthur sat at the breakfast table, preparing to begin eating a bowl of cereal D.W. had poured for him along with her own bowl. She called herself helping out, even using a measuring cup to give them both equal heaps of non-sweetened cereal from the box. \n\n\"Thanks.\" Arthur said to his little sister as he poured himself milk from a pitcher. No longer his baby sister, that title was taken by Kate; D.W. had started growing more assertive and less annoyed with her brother during the last month. It was -weird- but no weirder than having his mom walk in on him stroking his thirteen inches.\n\nThankfully his being a grower had benefits; but if he started getting frequent erections he would have to wear looser clothing. Something he should ask his mother to look into later, for now all Arthur wanted to do was eat and go to school. Just be a kid without stressing about having colossal junk in his pants.\n\nD.W. ate silently, she was wondering why Arthur had not asked about their dad not cooking; but kept it to herself as she watched him eat. For some reason, her brother really smelled good to her. It had started a month ago or so and now, now she was certain she wanted to give him a big hug. Just to get closer to him and catch more of that wonderful scent.\n\nWhen he finished eating, Arthur put his bowl in the sink and was about to go get ready for school by brushing his teeth when D.W. wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his abdomen in a tight hug. Arthur was shocked but hugged her back.\n\n\"What is this for?\"\n\n\"Not being such a jerk.\"\n\n\"Yea, that is normally your job.\"\n\n\"Rude.\" D.W. said while snuggling into her brother's arms for a moment longer before pulling away from him. \"I hope you have a good day!\" she said happily while running off.\n\nArthur continued his day, none the wiser that his sister had just hugged him to get a fix of the best thing ever to her five year-old-mind. Also unknown to him, she was changing as well, conspiring as Nadine, her imaginary friend, gave her ideas on how to get more of her brother's scent to go.\n\n\"You know,\" Nadine said while floating mid-air, apparently sitting on her large fluffy squirrel tail. \"his under clothes should have his scent.\"\n\n\"You are a genius!\" D.W. said excitedly as she wandered to the hamper and opened it. Sure the usual musky smells of her family lingered within, but among them all was the sweetness that was Arthur Read's scent! She pulled out the briefs and stuck them into a large zip-lock bag that she then stuck at the bottom of her backpack.\n\nKnowing that she could get her fix whenever she wanted, D.W. went to school with an extra skip in her step. Her brother meanwhile was dragging his feet as he walked to school, the Summer air felt good but the issue between his legs was growing worse by the moment.\n\nHe had neglected to drain himself that night, opting to just see if he could wait it out. Now he was paying the price as he walked to school, his penis threatening to snake its way out of his underwear and down his pants leg. Grumbling to himself he thought about the things he disliked and found himself strangely challenged instead of disliking them.\n\nRatburn's quizzes, school work in general, everything felt different to him. He felt like he wanted to take on the world with all the extra energy he had. So he ran, passing by Buster while shouting, \"Race you to school!\"\n\nThe rabbit had been fast, but Arthur was faster, his muscles contracting with precision, using the extra testosterone in his system to turn him into a lean machine that stood waiting by the steps into school while Buster ran up and stopped to catch his breath while resting his hands on his knees.\n\n\"What has gotten into you? You -hate- running to school unless we are late!\" the rabbit panted.\n\nArthur was grinning, not from beating his friend, but because he had figured out how to kill his wood. \"Oh, just had some energy to burn off. Now, lets go to class, I hope we get a pop quiz!\"\n\nBuster stood there looking at the thing that replaced his friend and swallowed hard. \"If an alien has replaced him, I will be the one to find out!\" Buster's critical thought processes went all over the place as he tried to figure out what was going on with his friend.\n\n~~~0~~~\n\nIt was lunch time when the whispers started. Arthur had raised his hand a lot and answered questions before The Brain A.K.A. Alan Powers, a bear, could; even Alan was stunned at the change in him. Arthur had energy to burn and what organ, besides his junk, could make use of all that extra energy flowing all around his body while staying still? His own brain, and so Arthur put it to use churning out answers and finding concepts that were difficult before without a lot of thinking on just being so easy to get.\n\nAmazingly Alan was the only one that approached the new \"super-nerd\" Arthur about it by sitting across from him during lunch. \"Is this because of my experiment?\"\n\nArthur had reasoned it out that this was something within himself that caused this problem, nothing his friend had anything to do with. \"No, but the stress behind what it could potentially do, you know worrying too much, might have made me want to try harder to understand things like it. So I have been reading and studying a lot on my own.\"\n\n\"You have changed.\" Alan said simply. \"Also, you notice how the girls are looking at you more? They say they like your deodorant.\"\n\nArthur did not wear deodorant, his body did not produce enough sweat for him to do so, and he generally just managed with changing his undershirts after gym class. \"Really?\" Arthur asked instead of denying he was wearing any.\n\n\"Yes, I wonder though, I do not smell anything, and none of the other boys do either...\"\n\nArthur shrugged. \"I do not know what to say.\"\n\nThe remainder of lunch came and went in silence with Arthur wondering if this was his pheromones at work and what issues they could cause.\n\nIt would not be until later when he discovered exactly what his pheromones were doing to his classmates; in particular those receptive to them, as well as the receptive adults around him.\n\nAt the end of class, when Mr. Ratburn gave everyone extra-homework thanks to Arthur asking more questions, everyone left school glaring at Arthur for various different reasons. It was then that a few of the children confronted him.\n\n\"Hey, why are all the girls talking about you?\"\n\nArthur at first did not hear the cat-dog-bear, which is what the former bully Rattles was ethnically; and was wondering about what to do with his free time that did not involve masturbation after finishing up his homework. He wanted to go to the park for a run, he had energy to burn and-\n\nThe shove came so suddenly Arthur spun around, throwing his hand out as he spun, haphazardly brushing it along the slightly larger boy's face hitting his chin. Regaining his balance he suddenly was in a fight and did not understand why, but once all the punches were done being thrown Arthur was the one being pulled off of the dazed and puffy eyed mixed race boy that had shoved him.\n\n\"We are going to call your parents!\"\n\nArthur was infused with so much adrenaline he barely heard anything and was practically dragged along by the adult that had spoken. It was later when he sat in the principal's office waiting for his mom to show up that everything came back to him as he calmed down.\n\n~~~0~~~\n\nArthur was on his way home when he got approached from behind, he remembered that clearly, someone spoke to him and he did not answer fast enough for their liking; that was Rattles, and he got shoved. Spinning around to maintain his balance, his book-bag stuffed with extra books from the school library he had picked up; Arthur lashed out with his arm and struck Rattles in the face by accident.\n\nRattles reacted to the loud gasp of other nearby kids by swinging on Arthur. Arthur, unsteady still, fell back just out of reach of the blow and nearly fell on his back. However he regained his balance and took off his backpack and got the idea to use it to bludgeon the slightly older boy.\n\nThe thwack of the bag of books and assignments striking Rattles in his chest took the wind out of him. Arthur knew that you should not hit someone in the head unless you wanted to kill them. He just wanted Rattles to back off, give him time to think about what was going on.\n\n\"Stop it!\" Arthur shouted after striking the boy a second time as he wildly rushed him, his bludgeon striking him in his back hard enough to send him to the cement as he jumped out of his foe's way. \n\nRattles got up, his hat falling from his head as he glared at Arthur and shouted, \"I hate you, she was mine!\"\n\nArthur dropped the backpack and rushed Rattles and tackled him. He tried to hold the boy down, not wanting to harm him, not particularly feeling afraid as his muscles bulged and he restrained the larger boy until he managed to get off a lucky punch that knocked his glasses off. After that there was much punching and adults finally rushing in to separate the two boys. \n\nWhen David and Jane arrived, they spoke with Rattle's mother and her new husband in a conference room. Rattle's name actually being Evan Scott with his mother Lydia, having taken her new husband Archie's, last name of Vanderloo.\n\n\"This was over a girl?\" Archie, a rabbit, asked as Mr. Ratburn and Principal Haney addressed the parents.\n\n\"Yes and no.\" Mr. Ratburn answered. \"I am uncertain as to if Arthur even knows he is a, hot topic, among his female peers suddenly; but Evan according to statements I collected from students in his class, was upset that a girl in his class showed interest in Arthur.\"\n\nJane and David glanced at each other and both inwardly sighed while Kate cooed and tugged on her mother's shirt sleeve as she was held by the older aardvark. \"Is Evan okay?\" Jane asked. \n\nLydia shot Jane a harsh look, \"Why are you worried about my son? Arthur was an -animal- and left Evan with a black eye and bruises on his chest and back!\" the bear-cat snapped.\n\n\"I worry because Arthur could have done much worse and I am not happy about what happened; but Evan could have done much worse too! The shove could have caused Arthur to hit his head, an unprovoked shove at that!\" Jane snapped back.\n\nThe men in the room kept their silence as the sparks flew between the two women for a brief moment. The tension in the air so thick some found it hard to even breathe as the females glared at each other.\n\n\"The question is,\" Mr. Haney quickly interjected, \"do you want to see the video footage which clearly settles who started this without witness statements being needed; but wholly being appreciated since we have started a paper-trail in-case someone wants to sue!\" Mr. Haney produced a laptop and linked it with the school's internal network wirelessly. He was already logged into the SchoolSecure camera system and was replaying footage he had downloaded to the hard-drive of his laptop.\n\nThe camera showed the front entrance area of the school in crystal clear HD since the system had been installed at the beginning of the year due to parental concerns about the school lacking school police. Mr. Haney was upset they thought his quaint school needed such measures, as Elwood City was not as violent as other cities and towns within Maryland.\n\n\"And here we go,\" Mr. Haney cheerfully said as he selected the time frame of school ending for the day. The fight was shown from start to finish with everyone watching wincing as Arthur sat on top of Evan pummeling his face after being socked once in the head after trying to only pin the other boy.\n\n\"You seem awfully happy about this.\" Mr. Ratburn said to Mr. Haney softly while the parents mulled over what they had seen.\n\n\"No lawsuit, the parents can take care of their kids issues themselves, and I have already arranged for the student counselors for the district to help with any children that were traumatized by the incident.\"\n\nMr. Ratburn raised an eyebrow impressed with his normally less than stern boss's actions. \"You are on point, gold star performance all around.\"\n\n\"Look, I do not want to involve the police, I just want to take my son home and talk to him about how to approach things like this properly.\" Lydia sighed. \"I am sorry for this.\" Lydia said to Jane and David.\n\n\"It was bound to happen due to certain changes going on with Arthur that me and David are going to have to address sooner rather than later with all his friends and fellow student's parents.\" Jane said cryptically as she nuzzled Kate's hand that reached up for her mother's chin. \n\n\"What is that supposed to mean? Is the boy developing super powers? I have never seen a child his size react like that without training! Does he go to a martial arts teacher? What gives?\" Archie asked confusedly.\n\n\"Give us time, its a complicated issue.\" David admitted. \n\n\"Well, with that said and done, who wants a copy just in case they already called their lawyer? Because this school is, sue proof! The Vanderloo's not so much!\" Mr. Haney ignored the glares he received and shrugged them off. \"Sorry, sorry, just there is something in the air.\"\n\nJane and David gave each other a glance and both of them knew they would have to prepare a statement that hopefully would be kept private among the parents of the school. But ultimately it all depended on if Arthur could keep it in his pants, literally.\n\n~~~0~~~\n\nArthur sat on his bed, not punished, he read the books that he had used to bludgeon Evan with in silence. He was frustrated, he wanted to do so many things at the same time and was pent up; bursting on the inside, he had resisted it before but now, now he had no choice.\n\nHe walked to the toilet and secured himself in it, latching the new latch his father had screwed in-place if the doorknob lock acted up again. Stepping up onto a step stool he and his sister used, he began looking at himself in the mirror. He pulled off his tops and stood there stripped of his yellow sweater and white undershirt, he noticed some slight definition to his frame.\n\nHis ardor forgotten for the moment, he admired himself and thought idly about Spider-Pig in the first movie of the original trilogy, waking up the next day after being bitten by the radioactive spider with muscles. Arthur flexed and smiled at what he saw.\n\nHe had a six pack and firmer triceps and biceps. He had never been that physically active before, but now all that had happened to him was starting to do other things to his body besides give him a colossal penis. It was no wonder he could take on the larger kid, he was stacked.\n\nBut another thought got to him, during the ride home his mother explained the other boy was envious of the attention Arthur was getting from girls and jealously attacked him. Arthur tugged down his jeans and flicked them off his feet before sitting in his underwear on the toilet lid.\n\nHe thought about all the girls around him and let himself grow firm in his briefs. Soon enough his cock spilled out entirely into view and grew until it was up till just under his chin. Stroking himself he began to lick at the tip, shuddering as he thought about all the girls and sucked himself off.\n\nHe could barely fit the end of his manhood into his mouth, but he was intent on getting off as he thought about girls from his class. This continued for a bit until he felt himself reach his peak quickly and he yanked himself from his mouth. Stroking he splattered the floor and sagged back against the toilet seat as he let his cock sag and slowly shrink.\n\nIt had been a quick session, something to get the edge off and allow him to focus on other things. But he was still energized, but he was not sure if he should leave the house. Cleaning, using toilet tissue to flush away his previous actions evidence, Arthur went downstairs after redressing and found his mom reading an e-book on her phone.\n\n\"Mom, can I go out?\"\n\n\"Sure, just be mindful of what time you need to be back, in fact, take this,\" Jane handed Arthur a cellular phone.\n\nArthur gasped. \"But mom, you said kids shouldn't have-\"\n\n\"It's for safety, you may have made enemies without realizing it by just being yourself. Today has shown that, and besides I wanted to give this to you when you turned nine but now I will just get you something else.\" -Like a box of condoms for horses- Jane put down her own phone and hugged her son. \"Pay attention to your surroundings and do not play Pokemon GO, I have disabled a lot of the permissions on the phone so no application installation without mine or your father's approval. \n\"You have a cheap plan attached to it, so mind your minutes, and if you start to collect phone numbers...well, just know that I will not judge you too harshly for it. Oh and charge it nightly, I will put the box for it and the charging station in your room later before you get home.\"\n\nArthur was floored, suddenly being a freak was not too bad, not too bad at all.\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Arthur Problems 2:

She Knows

By Bluevirage


Jane Read's eight-year-old son was productive. Not productive in the normal eight going on nine sense; he was quite a mastrubator, producing quite a bit of cum whenever he went to work on himself, and the only reason she knew was because she did the laundry, plus one of the trash bags recently thrown out was filled with numerous used tissues.

Tissues that had hardened after being soaked with semen. Instead of being appalled, the late thirty-something woman continued doing her motherly duties without too much worry. It was not like she had any interest in her son in that way; but she was curious as to -how- big he was -down there- to produce soooo much cum.

Her discovery had resulted in her attacking her husband, a mauling as he called it when she aggressively rode his cock without a word of verbal consent. Thankfully she had previously had enough sense of mind to procure diaphragms for herself that would stay in place while she 'mauled' her man.

So while she was not interested in Arthur, or so she thought, she was curious about what her boy was packing. So, she would wait, and an opportunity to walk in on him by -accident- would present itself.

She was not sure how she would react upon her discovery, but she was fairly certain at that moment she would handle herself better than she actually did.

~~~0~~~

"HOLY SHIT!"

Arthur was more stunned by his mother's profanity, he had -never- heard her curse before, than her staring, hand on the doorknob, at her son's massive cock while holding a basket of laundry.

Jane's jaw dropped and her eyes locked upon her eldest child's manhood, yes he was a boy, but that dick belonged on an elephant, not an eight-year-old!

Jane shut the door, pulled in a few deep calming breaths, and then knocked. Some fumbling sounds came from behind the door, Jane taking the time to try and maintain a calm demeanor after catching her son jerking-off on purpose. Something that would make other women question their status as a fit mother, but not Jane; she figured this could be a serious medical issue and she wanted to help her son...as well as her curiosity, ulterior motives and all that not withstanding Arthur had an issue... possibly.

"Come in!" Came the very embarrassed reply.

Jane pushed open the door slowly and spied her son sitting with a blanket covering his groin. She walked over to the bed and said nothing as she sat down next to him. Sitting the basket of laundry next to her. He was flustered, she was flustered, and together they sat on the bed together for a long quiet moment.

"The laundry right? It was the laundry that made you think I was... masturbating right?" Arthur asked, looking a bit sweaty, wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and socks at the moment if one ignored the blanket covering him.

"Yea, the cu-semen stains and the tissues gave you away." Jane wanted to comfort her son, but he was likely still sporting a chubby underneath the blanket, so it was best she carry on like she was at that moment.

"Right, well I know all about this stuff though!" Arthur said with assertiveness that he did not feel at that moment. "I know not to do it with any girls, and to keep it to myself until I find the right person I want to be with and-" Arthur shut up when Jane placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Arthur, I still have to give you "The Talk", it will be mortifying, for both of us, but since I found you in this state, I think I should go over the basic stuff with you to make sure you know what your going on about. Okay?" Jane managed to make eye contact with her boy while speaking with much effort. The lump in his blanket was very, very noticeable and she was starting to feel her heart quicken for other reasons besides catching him in an aroused state and seeing his cub chubby on full display.

Arthur nodded and proceeded to listen to his mother talk to him about everything involving safe sex, masturbation, and what he intended to do once he got older. He had nothing to say except try and avoid getting people pregnant; but Jane had other ideas.

"Get used to the idea of not being able to fit that in normal sized women Arthur; your father, blessedly hung he is-"

"MOM!" Arthur blushed as he exclaimed.

"Oh hush, as blessed as your father is, he is not quite as virile as you, nor as big. You may honestly have to consider dating outside our...background; something I suspect you would have done anyway if Francine or Molly are any indication."

Arthur was flabbergasted, he was even more shocked he knew the word since he had failed his last spelling pop-quiz given by Mr. Ratburn. "How do you know?"

Jane smiled in a motherly way, "Mom's always know what their children are into; speaking of which, you may have to consider frottage," Jane then proceeded to explain to her son what it was and Arthur was left blushing by the end of the explanation. "for the time being be mindful of -trash day- if you do not want your father finding out about Mr. Snake."

"I did not give it a name!" Arthur exclaimed.

"I know, just teasing you a bit; still..." Jane looked thoughtful. "We will have to get you fitted with special underwear."

Arthur looked away from his mom before lifting the blanket. "It kinda compacts itself." Jane was shocked by how, practically, compact his cock had become compared to before. Flaccid, which was partly the point of her talk, to calm him down and confront him about the laundry, it was about the size and shape of a can of soda.

Putting the blanket back down Arthur sighed, "It is only a problem when I get half-hard, and you know the rest when I get really hard." Arthur sighed.

"Right, well, you need to practice controlling your thoughts." Jane smiled.

"Mom, summer is about to start: teenage girls, parks, and you not wanting me to be inside all summer; what do you -think- is going to happen?" Arthur said while giving his mother a look. "And girls my age are...starting to look really nice too."

"Oh bother." Jane exclaimed as she face planted into the basket of laundry she had sat on her lap during her talk with her son.

~~~0~~~

Arthur had gotten over the talk he had gotten from his mom and now had better ideas about how to handle his issue. His mother suggested he "take matters into his own hands" whenever he needed to at home; his father having gotten some urging from her to fix the bathroom lock.

Jane considered her options, Arthur's growth was not natural, it could not be, but what had caused it? She had friends from school who had gone on to be doctors, maybe one of them could present an answer. Picking up her cellphone, she looked up an old zebra mare friend that was a specialist in genetic abnormalities.

Maria Zanzibar had just put her zelion foals to bed, the twin girls and one boy having gotten their fill of their mother's milk now each enjoyed a pacifier, pacifiers that were meant for babies with sharp teeth, and not herbivores. But she knew what she was doing, the children had their father's physical attributes and their mother's fur coloration as well as tufts of hair at the end of their tails.

Maria was about to return to checking her latest test results from blood samples taken from her lovely children when her phone rang. Checking the number she did a double-take, Jane Miller-Read? She had not spoken to the aardvark since college

"Hello, Farmbrat," Maria said cheerily, somewhat feeling good about being a mother, an unwed one, but a mother like the majority of her former classmates.

"City Mare, good to hear your voice." Jane was browsing some of the material written by the woman she was speaking to online via her laptop; this included ordering a digital copy of Maria's book written on throwback syndrome, which nearly instantly downloaded to her phone's e-book reader for browsing later.

"I need consultation and-"

"Leave a review."

Jane was caught off guard. "What?"

"Leave a review for my book, five stars and all that; and consider this consultation paid for in full." Maria was browsing sales numbers for her book and noticed a single sale right around the time of the call. Maria never believed in coincidences and went with her gut instinct.

"How did, how could you know?"

"Psychic powers, or checking my sales numbers out of habit frequently; especially when old friends call after years of no correspondence. But everyone knew about the mare with the feral pussy that was on campus so why not call her up? She is the literal expert on having animal junk and weird sexual organ mutations!" Maria groused.

"Maria, I never judged you for that, and you know it! And you know why too!" Jane said tersely into the phone.

"Yea, I do have fond memories of you too, but let me guess, your son has an issue that causes him to use plenty of tissues?"

Jane stifled a giggle at the pun despite the formerly tense moment. "Yes, going over your research, he is going to,"

"End up taller than you or your husband without suppressant use, something I recommend not getting due to the side-effects including suspected decreased intellect as well as the lack of long-term study data on what else the suppressants do to people." Maria put the phone down and clipped an earpiece to her ear and flicked it once to make sure it was secure before beginning to type. "Give me some basics,"

"Over the phone?"

"Consultation, five star review, and a willingness to talk about your child's junk; all requirements for me helping you girlfriend,"

"Ex-girlfriend, and it was a college thing; not that it was not fun."

"I do recall David joining in after catching us."

"Well if someone had not called my -stallion- to tell him, while drunk, that his high school love was now a dyke, eating muff on the regular while he was studying culinary stuff, and I quote, "shit that don't matter"; and that he best come to her dorm and get her back."

Maria nickered a bit at the memory, "Yea, yea but back to business! How large is your son so I can get an idea of what variant of throwback syndrome we are talking about here, also shape is important too without seeing his equipment in person."

"He looks normal, but is like more than a foot long,"

"And he is eight?"

"Yes."

Maria thought about Hal, the now nine-year-old father of her children and sucked on her lower lip. "A lot of parents have been coming to me about children in the same age group. I need blood samples from more kids, but my going theory is something in the environment is causing our children to physically mature faster. Without other kinds of samples, I cannot determine if he has hyper fertility as well; also you need to tell him to avoid having sex with any females of breeding age until he acquires condoms that can fit him; or ample spermicides are used, I am talking foams, jellies, pulling out, anything to lessen pregnancy risk."

"Oh my god I am going to be a grandmother before I am forty." Jane muttered.

"There is an upside,"

"What upside is there?"

"Increased intellect; Arthur's grades should start, pardon the pun, shooting up fairly soon since I feel this is a recent physical development on his part and the rest of him will start catching up. Also, you need to read up on my website about dietary plans and the like. As well as strategies- oh just read the book, its covered in there as well, but with more reasoning behind the basic stuff. Also, word of advice, "

"I am listening."

"Once word gets out, Arthur will be seeing positive attention from women,"

"They have laws against this sort of stuff!"

"Laws that are currently being challenged all the way up to the Supreme Court due to a hell of a lot of children having these -issues- and being the aggressors! Not to mention they do not call it (well I do) a suite of symptoms for nothing. One of which is having pheromones that make people lose control of more sensible modern behaviors.
"I honestly think I was a first wave kid, all these recent children are second wave, but those are more theories for my second book, which when written can be purchased by you. Meanwhile, you can attempt to steer Arthur towards acceptable partners."

"Oh my god, you want me to solicit girls for my son to have sex with?"

"Not what I was saying, I said you can attempt to, not telling you to do so, play-dates are things that still happen -right-?"

"Oh-my-god."

"I have not heard that from your sweet lips in years, good to see I still have that effect on you."

Jane felt it was time to end the conversation. "Maria, thank you, I will be in touch." she said.

"Ooh, its a promise right?"

"Professionally!"

"Yea, the oldest profession involves acts that I would like to have performed upon me by you don't ya know."

"Bye!"

"Bye~!" Maria replied before hanging up. Checking on her babies again she went back to checking her data. From all the new cases she was starting files on; this latest development made her wonder exactly what would happen to her old friend's son. Especially if his pheromones were really effective upon members of his immediate family like a certain lion cub she knew intimately.

~~~0~~~

Jane started reading the book written by her ex that night on her phone. Her husband David laid next to her in bed, eyes wide open with his hand on his bare chest feeling his heart slowly stop racing after the sex they had just had. Seeing as how Jane had proceeded to make hard love to him nightly since the start of the month; previous sessions having shredded his pajamas, he decided sleeping in his boxers was the best way to save what was left of his pajama collection.

"What are you reading?" David finally asked.

Jane thought there was no better time to inform her husband about their son's medical/growth issue. "I think I know why I have been committing marital battery against you." Jane smiled.

"Spousal abuse -is- a serious problem in certain homes;" David sat up and pulled Jane tight, his hands gripping her by her shoulders. Pulling away he pecked her on the lips and she nibbled on his lower lip until he leaned back. "But seriously, what is it?"

"Well it starts like this," Jane showed David the chapter she had been reading that laid out the basics of what was known about children with throwback syndrome. Most notably were features, usually genitalia, that were more primitive and not modern looking; or appeared like those of non-upright representations of one's ethnic background.

David suddenly got the idea and spoke up, "Arthur...had a growth spurt recently,"

"In his pants, but yes, yes he did,"

"Have you had sex with him? Or thought about having sex with him? Has he thought about having sex with you?" David asked with his eyes wide.

"How would I know that last part? And would my pussy," for emphasis Jane took her husband's hand and stuck it against her groin, his fingers dancing over her mound that his penis had been within for forty minutes not thirteen minutes ago being worked over as his wife writhed and ground herself against his groin. "be so tight? Children like Arthur have over-sized genitals, and I have never thought about him in any sexual fashion! But his pheromones might be getting to me, this book mentions how sometimes its a fruity smell detectable by interested parties. I doubt anyone in the house has smelled anything fruity recently!"

David did not want to say what was on his mind but he had to. "What about Dora?"

"What's wrong with him yanking it to Dora The Explorer?"

"You know who I meant!" David snapped.

"If he has designs on his sister, I already had -the talk- with him; besides I think I may have to create -play-dates- to keep him from even considering her. If you fear for your daughter's maidenhood, you can talk to your son about staying away from her and me as well."

David held up his hands and shook them back and forth in an agitated manner. "Oh god no, no, no, no!"

"But, he is effecting me though; but I put all my focus on you, because I love you and do not want to hurt you...unless its from you needing a skin graft." Jane pulled her pajama top off and shoved David down against his pillow. "Your break is over, I hope you've been taking supplements, because this is not going to stop anytime soon." she said with a feral grin.

"Some men would be envious of my current problem. I am envious of the sleep they get." David's voice was soon muffled by his wife's kisses as she tugged down his underwear and grasped his manhood.

"Less talking, and more getting hard!"

~~~0~~~

The next day Arthur sat at the breakfast table, preparing to begin eating a bowl of cereal D.W. had poured for him along with her own bowl. She called herself helping out, even using a measuring cup to give them both equal heaps of non-sweetened cereal from the box.

"Thanks." Arthur said to his little sister as he poured himself milk from a pitcher. No longer his baby sister, that title was taken by Kate; D.W. had started growing more assertive and less annoyed with her brother during the last month. It was -weird- but no weirder than having his mom walk in on him stroking his thirteen inches.

Thankfully his being a grower had benefits; but if he started getting frequent erections he would have to wear looser clothing. Something he should ask his mother to look into later, for now all Arthur wanted to do was eat and go to school. Just be a kid without stressing about having colossal junk in his pants.

D.W. ate silently, she was wondering why Arthur had not asked about their dad not cooking; but kept it to herself as she watched him eat. For some reason, her brother really smelled good to her. It had started a month ago or so and now, now she was certain she wanted to give him a big hug. Just to get closer to him and catch more of that wonderful scent.

When he finished eating, Arthur put his bowl in the sink and was about to go get ready for school by brushing his teeth when D.W. wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his abdomen in a tight hug. Arthur was shocked but hugged her back.

"What is this for?"

"Not being such a jerk."

"Yea, that is normally your job."

"Rude." D.W. said while snuggling into her brother's arms for a moment longer before pulling away from him. "I hope you have a good day!" she said happily while running off.

Arthur continued his day, none the wiser that his sister had just hugged him to get a fix of the best thing ever to her five year-old-mind. Also unknown to him, she was changing as well, conspiring as Nadine, her imaginary friend, gave her ideas on how to get more of her brother's scent to go.

"You know," Nadine said while floating mid-air, apparently sitting on her large fluffy squirrel tail. "his under clothes should have his scent."

"You are a genius!" D.W. said excitedly as she wandered to the hamper and opened it. Sure the usual musky smells of her family lingered within, but among them all was the sweetness that was Arthur Read's scent! She pulled out the briefs and stuck them into a large zip-lock bag that she then stuck at the bottom of her backpack.

Knowing that she could get her fix whenever she wanted, D.W. went to school with an extra skip in her step. Her brother meanwhile was dragging his feet as he walked to school, the Summer air felt good but the issue between his legs was growing worse by the moment.

He had neglected to drain himself that night, opting to just see if he could wait it out. Now he was paying the price as he walked to school, his penis threatening to snake its way out of his underwear and down his pants leg. Grumbling to himself he thought about the things he disliked and found himself strangely challenged instead of disliking them.

Ratburn's quizzes, school work in general, everything felt different to him. He felt like he wanted to take on the world with all the extra energy he had. So he ran, passing by Buster while shouting, "Race you to school!"

The rabbit had been fast, but Arthur was faster, his muscles contracting with precision, using the extra testosterone in his system to turn him into a lean machine that stood waiting by the steps into school while Buster ran up and stopped to catch his breath while resting his hands on his knees.

"What has gotten into you? You -hate- running to school unless we are late!" the rabbit panted.

Arthur was grinning, not from beating his friend, but because he had figured out how to kill his wood. "Oh, just had some energy to burn off. Now, lets go to class, I hope we get a pop quiz!"

Buster stood there looking at the thing that replaced his friend and swallowed hard. "If an alien has replaced him, I will be the one to find out!" Buster's critical thought processes went all over the place as he tried to figure out what was going on with his friend.

~~~0~~~

It was lunch time when the whispers started. Arthur had raised his hand a lot and answered questions before The Brain A.K.A. Alan Powers, a bear, could; even Alan was stunned at the change in him. Arthur had energy to burn and what organ, besides his junk, could make use of all that extra energy flowing all around his body while staying still? His own brain, and so Arthur put it to use churning out answers and finding concepts that were difficult before without a lot of thinking on just being so easy to get.

Amazingly Alan was the only one that approached the new "super-nerd" Arthur about it by sitting across from him during lunch. "Is this because of my experiment?"

Arthur had reasoned it out that this was something within himself that caused this problem, nothing his friend had anything to do with. "No, but the stress behind what it could potentially do, you know worrying too much, might have made me want to try harder to understand things like it. So I have been reading and studying a lot on my own."

"You have changed." Alan said simply. "Also, you notice how the girls are looking at you more? They say they like your deodorant."

Arthur did not wear deodorant, his body did not produce enough sweat for him to do so, and he generally just managed with changing his undershirts after gym class. "Really?" Arthur asked instead of denying he was wearing any.

"Yes, I wonder though, I do not smell anything, and none of the other boys do either..."

Arthur shrugged. "I do not know what to say."

The remainder of lunch came and went in silence with Arthur wondering if this was his pheromones at work and what issues they could cause.

It would not be until later when he discovered exactly what his pheromones were doing to his classmates; in particular those receptive to them, as well as the receptive adults around him.

At the end of class, when Mr. Ratburn gave everyone extra-homework thanks to Arthur asking more questions, everyone left school glaring at Arthur for various different reasons. It was then that a few of the children confronted him.

"Hey, why are all the girls talking about you?"

Arthur at first did not hear the cat-dog-bear, which is what the former bully Rattles was ethnically; and was wondering about what to do with his free time that did not involve masturbation after finishing up his homework. He wanted to go to the park for a run, he had energy to burn and-

The shove came so suddenly Arthur spun around, throwing his hand out as he spun, haphazardly brushing it along the slightly larger boy's face hitting his chin. Regaining his balance he suddenly was in a fight and did not understand why, but once all the punches were done being thrown Arthur was the one being pulled off of the dazed and puffy eyed mixed race boy that had shoved him.

"We are going to call your parents!"

Arthur was infused with so much adrenaline he barely heard anything and was practically dragged along by the adult that had spoken. It was later when he sat in the principal's office waiting for his mom to show up that everything came back to him as he calmed down.

~~~0~~~

Arthur was on his way home when he got approached from behind, he remembered that clearly, someone spoke to him and he did not answer fast enough for their liking; that was Rattles, and he got shoved. Spinning around to maintain his balance, his book-bag stuffed with extra books from the school library he had picked up; Arthur lashed out with his arm and struck Rattles in the face by accident.

Rattles reacted to the loud gasp of other nearby kids by swinging on Arthur. Arthur, unsteady still, fell back just out of reach of the blow and nearly fell on his back. However he regained his balance and took off his backpack and got the idea to use it to bludgeon the slightly older boy.

The thwack of the bag of books and assignments striking Rattles in his chest took the wind out of him. Arthur knew that you should not hit someone in the head unless you wanted to kill them. He just wanted Rattles to back off, give him time to think about what was going on.

"Stop it!" Arthur shouted after striking the boy a second time as he wildly rushed him, his bludgeon striking him in his back hard enough to send him to the cement as he jumped out of his foe's way.

Rattles got up, his hat falling from his head as he glared at Arthur and shouted, "I hate you, she was mine!"

Arthur dropped the backpack and rushed Rattles and tackled him. He tried to hold the boy down, not wanting to harm him, not particularly feeling afraid as his muscles bulged and he restrained the larger boy until he managed to get off a lucky punch that knocked his glasses off. After that there was much punching and adults finally rushing in to separate the two boys.

When David and Jane arrived, they spoke with Rattle's mother and her new husband in a conference room. Rattle's name actually being Evan Scott with his mother Lydia, having taken her new husband Archie's, last name of Vanderloo.

"This was over a girl?" Archie, a rabbit, asked as Mr. Ratburn and Principal Haney addressed the parents.

"Yes and no." Mr. Ratburn answered. "I am uncertain as to if Arthur even knows he is a, hot topic, among his female peers suddenly; but Evan according to statements I collected from students in his class, was upset that a girl in his class showed interest in Arthur."

Jane and David glanced at each other and both inwardly sighed while Kate cooed and tugged on her mother's shirt sleeve as she was held by the older aardvark. "Is Evan okay?" Jane asked.

Lydia shot Jane a harsh look, "Why are you worried about my son? Arthur was an -animal- and left Evan with a black eye and bruises on his chest and back!" the bear-cat snapped.

"I worry because Arthur could have done much worse and I am not happy about what happened; but Evan could have done much worse too! The shove could have caused Arthur to hit his head, an unprovoked shove at that!" Jane snapped back.

The men in the room kept their silence as the sparks flew between the two women for a brief moment. The tension in the air so thick some found it hard to even breathe as the females glared at each other.

"The question is," Mr. Haney quickly interjected, "do you want to see the video footage which clearly settles who started this without witness statements being needed; but wholly being appreciated since we have started a paper-trail in-case someone wants to sue!" Mr. Haney produced a laptop and linked it with the school's internal network wirelessly. He was already logged into the SchoolSecure camera system and was replaying footage he had downloaded to the hard-drive of his laptop.

The camera showed the front entrance area of the school in crystal clear HD since the system had been installed at the beginning of the year due to parental concerns about the school lacking school police. Mr. Haney was upset they thought his quaint school needed such measures, as Elwood City was not as violent as other cities and towns within Maryland.

"And here we go," Mr. Haney cheerfully said as he selected the time frame of school ending for the day. The fight was shown from start to finish with everyone watching wincing as Arthur sat on top of Evan pummeling his face after being socked once in the head after trying to only pin the other boy.

"You seem awfully happy about this." Mr. Ratburn said to Mr. Haney softly while the parents mulled over what they had seen.

"No lawsuit, the parents can take care of their kids issues themselves, and I have already arranged for the student counselors for the district to help with any children that were traumatized by the incident."

Mr. Ratburn raised an eyebrow impressed with his normally less than stern boss's actions. "You are on point, gold star performance all around."

"Look, I do not want to involve the police, I just want to take my son home and talk to him about how to approach things like this properly." Lydia sighed. "I am sorry for this." Lydia said to Jane and David.

"It was bound to happen due to certain changes going on with Arthur that me and David are going to have to address sooner rather than later with all his friends and fellow student's parents." Jane said cryptically as she nuzzled Kate's hand that reached up for her mother's chin.

"What is that supposed to mean? Is the boy developing super powers? I have never seen a child his size react like that without training! Does he go to a martial arts teacher? What gives?" Archie asked confusedly.

"Give us time, its a complicated issue." David admitted.

"Well, with that said and done, who wants a copy just in case they already called their lawyer? Because this school is, sue proof! The Vanderloo's not so much!" Mr. Haney ignored the glares he received and shrugged them off. "Sorry, sorry, just there is something in the air."

Jane and David gave each other a glance and both of them knew they would have to prepare a statement that hopefully would be kept private among the parents of the school. But ultimately it all depended on if Arthur could keep it in his pants, literally.

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Arthur sat on his bed, not punished, he read the books that he had used to bludgeon Evan with in silence. He was frustrated, he wanted to do so many things at the same time and was pent up; bursting on the inside, he had resisted it before but now, now he had no choice.

He walked to the toilet and secured himself in it, latching the new latch his father had screwed in-place if the doorknob lock acted up again. Stepping up onto a step stool he and his sister used, he began looking at himself in the mirror. He pulled off his tops and stood there stripped of his yellow sweater and white undershirt, he noticed some slight definition to his frame.

His ardor forgotten for the moment, he admired himself and thought idly about Spider-Pig in the first movie of the original trilogy, waking up the next day after being bitten by the radioactive spider with muscles. Arthur flexed and smiled at what he saw.

He had a six pack and firmer triceps and biceps. He had never been that physically active before, but now all that had happened to him was starting to do other things to his body besides give him a colossal penis. It was no wonder he could take on the larger kid, he was stacked.

But another thought got to him, during the ride home his mother explained the other boy was envious of the attention Arthur was getting from girls and jealously attacked him. Arthur tugged down his jeans and flicked them off his feet before sitting in his underwear on the toilet lid.

He thought about all the girls around him and let himself grow firm in his briefs. Soon enough his cock spilled out entirely into view and grew until it was up till just under his chin. Stroking himself he began to lick at the tip, shuddering as he thought about all the girls and sucked himself off.

He could barely fit the end of his manhood into his mouth, but he was intent on getting off as he thought about girls from his class. This continued for a bit until he felt himself reach his peak quickly and he yanked himself from his mouth. Stroking he splattered the floor and sagged back against the toilet seat as he let his cock sag and slowly shrink.

It had been a quick session, something to get the edge off and allow him to focus on other things. But he was still energized, but he was not sure if he should leave the house. Cleaning, using toilet tissue to flush away his previous actions evidence, Arthur went downstairs after redressing and found his mom reading an e-book on her phone.

"Mom, can I go out?"

"Sure, just be mindful of what time you need to be back, in fact, take this," Jane handed Arthur a cellular phone.

Arthur gasped. "But mom, you said kids shouldn't have-"

"It's for safety, you may have made enemies without realizing it by just being yourself. Today has shown that, and besides I wanted to give this to you when you turned nine but now I will just get you something else." -Like a box of condoms for horses- Jane put down her own phone and hugged her son. "Pay attention to your surroundings and do not play Pokemon GO, I have disabled a lot of the permissions on the phone so no application installation without mine or your father's approval.
"You have a cheap plan attached to it, so mind your minutes, and if you start to collect phone numbers...well, just know that I will not judge you too harshly for it. Oh and charge it nightly, I will put the box for it and the charging station in your room later before you get home."

Arthur was floored, suddenly being a freak was not too bad, not too bad at all.


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