As with most boys their age, some were going through puberty, some were not. The prepubescent boys tended to hang back while the pubescent boys headed into the showers. As with any shower scene, there are always those who have to horse around, in or out of the showers. I insist on them all showering after each class, and make no exceptions for those who are underdeveloped. They all know what each other have to offer naked, so nakedness itself is not that big a deal. Still, there is some ribbing and teasing, as time goes by, for the boys who are late bloomers. I told them all, once when the teasing was getting out of hand, that the smooth boys were faster because of their hairlessness. There is no real proof of this ‘fact’, I just happen to like smooth bodies, especially smooth boy bodies. But still, a few of the older boys started shaving their groins, I guess in order to please me.

There are always one or two clowns in every group of boys. Walker High swim team has its share.

With fourteen boys on the team, and two alternates, this group has too many clowns.

Bobby was first into the locker room, shedding his Speedos on the fly. He is an amazing athlete, with an amazing figure, lithe of form with an angelic face. One for all games, and fun, he had to ‘make fun’ when there really wasn’t any around. He wadded up his Speedos and tossed them into the laundry hamper, ‘scoring’ as he did so.

Danny also had to ‘score’ as he shed his trunks.

“Ha!” Danny cried, “Two points!”

“Bet-cha can’t do that twice,” Bobby challenged.

Both naked boys ran over to the hamper, as the other boys were entering the locker room, shedding their Speedos, and grabbing towels off the racks.

Bobby reached the hamper first, and reached in, to grab his trunks. He could see them, but not quite reach them. Perplexed, he stood up, attempting to scratch his head. He turned to look at Danny, and saw a look of horror on Danny’s face. Ha also could not feel his head being scratched.

“Dude!” Danny exclaimed, “Your arm!”

Bobby looked in the direction of his arm and just giggled. It was just gone...from a few inches above his elbow.

“Wow, Dude, my arm ain’t there!” Bobby said in more amazement than shock. “I didn’t feel that!”

“Hey, guys, Bobby’s arm is in the hamper,” Mark called out from the corner of the room.

Chris, one of my shavers, walked over to the corner and looked at the ‘hamper’.

“Hey guys, what’s this thingy?” Chris asked, pointing to a barely visible shimmering field in front of the hamper.

There appeared to be a framed three foot circle, suspended about three feet off the floor in front of the hamper, with a slight shimmer of silver, but very translucent field inside the frame.

Chris passed his hand in front of the field, then ‘poked’ it with his index finger. He pulled his finger out of the field, and giggled too.

“Cool...look at that!” Chris said, waving his stubbed finger around.

All the boys gathered around and watched as Chris’s blunted finger grew over with new skin, right before their eyes. It started in the center of the cut, and on the outside edges, at the same time. The new skin started out clear, but acquired the skin tone of the boy in nano-seconds.

Cody, not one to be left out, had to stick his finger in the field, with the same results.

Mickey, the biggest clown of the bunch grabbed a chair and stuck it into the field. It had its legs cut off when he pulled it out. He grabbed his towel, twirled it and flipped it into the field. The towel instantly came back cut in half.

“Hey, did it hurt your arm Bobby?” Mickey asked.

“I didn’t know it was gone. I can sort-of feel it, but it ain’t there.” Bobby replied.

“Look, his arm is grown over like Chris’s finger, too.” Seth said.

Bobby’s arm had grown over with new skin, and it looked like he was born handicapped, instead of a fresh amputation.

Michael walked over to the field and waved his hand across the opening. He was a little slow...and just had to stick HIS hand into the field, just to see. His left hand disappeared just like Bobby’s right arm. He drew back a stump that started instantly re-growing new skin. In seconds, his stub looked like he’d been born without a hand. No scaring, just smooth rounded bluntness to the wrist area of his arm.

“Dude! Look at it!” Michael exclaimed, as they all watched his new wrist take shape.

“Man, that’s amazing!” Seth said, jumping up and down like he had to pee, his over-sized penis flopping about, getting hard from the action. “And you’re sure it didn’t hurt?”

“Naw, man, I didn’t feel a thing,” replied Michael, waving his newly stubbed arm back and forth.

Bobby stuck his left arm into the field just as far as his right arm had gone. It too came back growing new skin over the fresh stump.

“Hah! Both my arms are gone now!” Bobby exclaimed waving his short stubs around.

“Dude, you’re so goofy. What are you going to do without arms?” Danny asked.

Greg walked over to the field and stuck his left foot in, very slowly, until half his foot was enveloped by the shimmering light. He drew back a stumped foot that was instantly re-growing skin as he stood back up on it. He stomped it, and hobbled over to a bench, not knowing if he should walk on it, and sat down to pull his stumped foot up to get a closer look.

Seth had a full-blown boner by then. He turned around and stuck his raging eight-inch boner into the field. He sucked air into his chest, not knowing what would happen, but sighed as he felt nothing. He turned around and all the boys gasped. His formerly huge penis was gone! He had a half-inch stub of cock left, re-growing new skin from the center and the outside edges, while the other boys looked at it closely.

“Seth! What did you do that for?” Cody cried out. He was rather fond of Seth’s large cock. But, he instantly gained hardness to his small four-inch pecker at what Seth did to himself.

“I just wanted to see if it would feel like anything. Bobby and Michael said they didn’t feel anything, and you know I hate my cock.” Seth replied.

“Cool, man!” Michael said, popping a boner himself. His little dick and nuts were always fond fodder for the other boys’ pestering. Michael stood back up and walked over to the field. His nuts were pulled up tight to his very hard and upright penis. He leaned back a little, so his genitals were prominent, and stuck his whole little package into the field. He stepped back and turned to the group, as his smooth new mound grew into place.

The other boys gasped in unison.

“Can I touch it?” Greg asked Michael from the bench.

“Sure, dude, be my guest,” Michael said stepping over to the bench.

Greg ran his hand over Michael’s new mound. He traced a finger around the new piss hole and rubbed the spot where his friend’s balls had been. Michael moaned in pleasure. Greg got hard instantly. His five inches was drooling snot over his nuts. He spun Michael around and pulled him down onto the bench and rammed his penis into the boy’s asshole. Michael giggled and raised his ass into the air to better accommodate the welcome intrusion.

Mickey, not to be left out, walked over to the field and stuck his whole package into the shimmer. He turned around giggling and walking spread-legged back to the group, as his new smooth mound took shape. He started rubbing his new smoothness with his ass stuck out a little, and his legs spread wide.

Randy slung his towel back on its hook, and grabbed Mickey by his hips, rubbing his penis in and out of Mickey’s ass crack. Mickey bent over to allow Randy access to his hole. Both were moaning in pleasure when the smaller boys wandered into the shower area.

The younger and smaller boys’ eyes went wide at the sight of all the missing parts, and open sexual forays. One boy, Larry, our towel boy, and an alternate due to his size, walked over to the shimmering field.

“Don’t touch that, unless you want to lose something,” Seth warned, rubbing his stub.

“What is it?” asked Larry.

“No idea,” Seth replied. “It cuts off anything that’s put into it.”

“Cut?” Larry queried, “I don’t see any blood anywhere.”

“Don’t make none,” said Seth, showing off his new dick, grinning.

Larry looked into the hamper, barely visible through the field. He saw body parts, swim trunks, and towels; and scratched his head.

“Ah, guys?” Larry called out, still looking at the field, “We don’t have a clothes hamper in here.

“It sure looks like one,” Bobby said, from the bench, over Cody’s shoulder. Cody was holding onto Bobby’s stubbed arms, while riding Bobby’s dick.

“Yeah, sort-a,” Larry said, “but I never put one in the shower stalls because of the mold. It’s a bitch to clean.”

Eddie, another of my clowns, walked up to the field and stuck his penis into the shimmer. He stepped back to revile his glans missing. It quickly grew a smooth new cover, blunted square around his piss hole.

“Way cool, dude!” exclaimed Mark, his best friend. “Do me!”

“Just push yer junk in, and it will disappear,” advised Eddie.

“You sure it don’t hurt?” Mark asked.

“No dude, it’s so cool!” Eddie replied, excited his best friend wanted altering too.

Mark slowly edged his little penis into the field, apprehensively expecting pain. When he felt none, he edged his groin further, until his balls disappeared too. He stepped back to show Eddie, as new skin grew over his fresh mound. In seconds, Mark looked like he’d been born without genitalia. Eddie squatted down and started licking his best friend’s vacant crotch, and new pee-hole. They moved over to a bench and started fondling each other’s new groins.

As soon as they moved away from the shimmer, three more boys sought to remove their genitals, just because Eddie and Mark did it.

“Where’d it come from?” asked Benny, another of the small boys trailing in.

“Beats me,” Randy said stepping back, pulling his spent appendage from Mickey’s ass, and grabbing Benny by the waist. “Why don’t you have a closer look squirt?”

Randy spun the smaller boy around a couple of times before tossing him into the field. Benny, of course, disappeared. All the other boys ran over to the field, to see where he went.

“What’d ya do that for, dumb-ass?” Seth said, socking Randy in the chest, and pushing him out of the way. “The kid never did anything to you. You’re always picking on him.”

Randy dodged the punches, and chastising, and ran out of the showers back to the locker area, where my office is located.

I had been hearing the commotion and giggling, and was getting impatient for the rug rats to finish up, get cleaned up, so we could get out and eat. I know they fool around and all; and I usually turn a blind eye to it, until it gets too rowdy.

It was getting noisy, and they were taking too long. I figured I’d better check on things.

Randy ran into me, nearly busting my nuts in the process.

“Whoa, kid-o, what’s the rush? Are you teasing the squirts again?” I asked, as I grabbed a hand full of boy chest and ass, before pulling his tear-streaked face off my abs.

I had dropped my shorts, jocks, and jersey to get my own shower, and was on my way out of the office, when the kid ran into me. His nakedness didn’t do too much for me, but I guess mine did something for him. He was rock hard, with his small testicles rammed tight up into his hairless groin. His penis wasn’t a whole lot to write home about, but sort-of normal for a boy his age. He had a reputation of Bully, more than Stud. I figured he’d been up to some more of his shenanigans since he was in such a hurry.

“Coach!” he exclaimed, “there’s this thing...Benny disappeared...I didn’t mean it...” he was blubbering.

I’m sure you didn’t, bud. What did you do this time?” I encouraged.

“Nothin’, Coach, I swear. I was funnin’ only, I promise!” He was practically balling. “I was just going to toss him into the hamper!” Randy said with tears running down his freckled cheeks.

“Well, the boys are taking too long the wash their asses. They must be washing other parts too.” I said, wryly, with a bit of a smirk, looking at the kid. “Come on, let’s go see what’s going on,” as I nudged his naked little ass back into the showers.

The other boys were still standing around the shimmering thing when I walked into the room. A couple of the boys were crying, Larry was wailing, Greg still had his dick firmly planted in Michael’s ass, Eddie pulled his stubbed dick out of Marks ass, the rest were just stupefied.

“What’s going on in here? Why aren’t you guys dressed yet? You’re going to screw away your pizza time, if you aren’t careful.” I admonished. “Drop those cocks, and grab your socks. Let’s get going!” I ordered.

“Coach, Randy threw Benny away!” Larry cried, running up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Threw him away?” I asked. “Show me what you’re talking about, bud,” I said, but seeing the weird object shimmering in the corner, I had a notion that was what all the commotion was about.

I looked like a net behind a hoop that was shimmering sort-of like translucent water or mirror, hanging from an equally translucent frame. There were body parts and Benny down in the bottom of it. It sort-of looked like a clear enclosure, but held together with netting. Benny was lying rather still, but started to stir as shadows fell across his small frame. I called out to him, but he paid no attention to me. His eyes got huge, and he threw his arms up as the shadows came closer. I stepped back, flabbergasted, surveying the room, and terrified boys. I stepped back up to the field, and Benny was gone from view. All that was left was the severed body parts.

“What did you guys do to yourselves?” I demanded.

“It didn’t hurt, Coach, honest!” Michael said excitedly. “We just found out by accident. Bobby lost his arm, I lost my hand, and new skin just grew over, like it never was supposed to be there. Bobby didn’t even know his arm was gone until Danny told him.”

“You chose to eliminate your penises and testicles, too?” I asked dumfounded. “Bobby, you chose to rid yourself of both your arms?”

“Sure, Coach, It’s too cool.” Seth exclaimed, rubbing his vacant groin.

“How did you do it?” I asked, expecting them to admit to coercion or painful trauma.

“Just walk up to it, stick it in, and they disappear,” Mark said. “See, I love it!” he added, rubbing his smoothness.

“What are we going to do about Benny?” Eddie asked.

“I haven’t a clue what this thing is; let alone what to do about it. You guys get dressed. I need to think about this thing a bit. Definitely have to get the Principle involved,” I said reluctantly.

The boys scattered off to the lockers, leaving me in front of the shimmering thing. My boner was aching when I had the room to myself. The sight of the boys’ alterations was too much for me. Having a smooth crotch has always been a big fantasy for me. I’ve kept the hair off my body since my swim team days in high school and college. Before I knew what I was doing, I edged myself closer to the shimmering field. My testicles were aware of their impending doom, and shrank up tight to my groin. My cock was as hard as it had ever been, sticking straight out, sucking my nuts up with it. I slowly stuck my penis into the field. It did not hurt one bit. I backed out and looked down. Half of my penis was gone. It was slowly smoothing over, where the missing part had been. It was still so hard, and I was so horny. My fantasy was taking shape. My cock was getting killed, and I wanted it. I stuck more of it into the field. Slowly, I leaned back to allow more of it, and my balls into the field. I pulled myself upright as my pelvic bone touched the field. I stepped back just as Principle Sanders walked into the showers.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed, to my embarrassment.

“Whoa, hey, Pete didn’t hear you.” I meekly started, forgetting I’d just removed my genitals.

“What this about a missing boy?” Principle Pete asked, then stopped as his eyes locked onto my vacant groin. “What the hell?”

“Oh, Geez...sorry, I forgot myself for a second.” I started. I grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around my waist.

Pete walked over, looked me in the eye, and slowly removed my towel. He looked down at my newly vacant groin, and asked, “When did this happen?”

“Just now, right before you walked in,” I replied, sheepishly.

He reached out to touch me, but I shrank back, afraid to let him. He’s married, after all, and sort-of an alpha-male. He pushed my hands away, and placed his palm on my groin. It felt indescribably good...excellent! I forgot where I was again.

“You like that don’t you?” Pete said wryly, with his mouth cocked to one side. “Always figured you for a fag...around all these boys. Guess you can’t hurt any of them now, though. What happened in here?” he asked, letting go of my crotch, walking over to the field.

“It just showed up today. I don’t know what it is.” I answered.

Pete whistled as he saw my junk and all the boy parts in the bottom of the net.

“Where’s the missing kid?” he asked.

“He was there a minute ago, before I decided to use the thing myself,” I replied, regaining some of my composure, realizing he obviously didn’t care that much about my nakedness and vacant groin. I then explained how I thought it worked, and what happened to the boys.

“We’ll have to close this section of the showers off, so the kids can’t do themselves any more harm. I have no idea how I’m going to explain how these kids got parts missing.” Pete said, shaking his head. “Lock it up, when you’ve got all your stuff out. You’ll have to move into the senior wing for a while, until I can spin this.” He looked at me slyly, “I’m sure Coach Mitchell will appreciate your new look.”

With that, he turned and walked away. I half expected to get fired, but didn’t.

Bobby’s mom was beside herself about his arms missing, but Pete assured her he’s always been coming to school without them and insisted she seek professional help. The kid has adjusted, and has plenty of friends helping him, when he doesn’t feel like wearing his prosthetics. Michael has adjusted to his missing hand. He told his parents about the shimmering field, and they had him committed for a while. They found out about his missing genitalia in the Ward, and word got out about some of the other boys.

The scuttlebutt has died down now, but the mystery remains.

I snuck a couple of friends into the shower room after school hours that night, so they could benefit from the strange thing. I didn’t know what Principle Pete had in mind, but I was sure he would have a wall built over the area to protect the students from any other ‘accidental’ mutilations. As it turned out, my friends were just in time. The field went away, just as mysteriously as it appeared, a day later.

We never learned what happened to Benny. His face was plastered on Milk Cartons and Flyers for a while.

We never learned what the thing was, or where it came from.

Most certainly it came from somewhere other than Earth.

Somewhere far, far away...

“What do you make of this creature, Sir?”

“I am not sure, Ensign, but it most definitely is Humanoid. Have the Science Officer collect it and send it through regeneration. It is obviously in some pain...it is crying. Must be a juvenile,” the Captain advised. “Oh, and tell the First Officer to shut down his collection experiment when he returns from chow. This type of creature is study worthy, but I do not know if this species is sustainable. Its parts obviously do not survive the transfer.”

The Ensign crouched down over the small boy, who was cowering from his hideousness. He scooped the boy into his four arms, while the child screamed as he was being carried away.

Benny didn’t know where he was. He was naked and all alone, with strange bug beings poking at every orifice he had. He was put into a chamber, with all the other boys’ parts, and a really bright light flashed for a few seconds. He passed out from fear. When he awoke, one of the strange beings was standing over him. The being stepped back.

“Ah...you are awake, young one,” it said in perfect English. “You can speak? No?”

“Where am I?” Benny asked, looking around.

“You are in my surgical bay,” the being replied. “We put you back together. Do you still feel pain?”

“Put me back together? Was I broke?” Benny asked, not really realizing what he’d said.

“You were crying. You had several parts separated from you. We regenerated you. Although you do not look exactly the same as we first found you, you are whole again, how do you feel?” the being asked again.

Benny surveyed his physique, and was shocked at what he saw. He was still naked, his skin tone was a little darker, and not baby smooth. His arms were longer, and his hands were different sizes. His left foot was longer than his right. His penis and testicles were huge. He had some pubic hair where he had none that morning. He could feel his erection growing, and a burning desire in his loins...something he’d never felt before.

“Well, I see you are in working order,” the being stated, at the boy’s burgeoning erection. “We will study this part of you...seed maker, no doubt. Come, Ensign will get you settled into your quarters.”

Benny sat up to survey his new surroundings, wondering where he was and how he was going to get home.