Mutation

It's in the water

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						Mutations	
	


	It began as a quiet trickle through the lush greens of the 
mountain meadow.  With a gentle meander, the clear and cool liquid 
flowed around the small irregularities of the meadow to dribble 
into a small creek, already full of life and wildlife.  From the 
small creek it eased into another larger flow, and then into a 
river, and over rapids through gentle meandering s-curves and  over 
a majestic falls and into the large reservoir where, in time, it 
would tumble through the comstocks and flow to the sea.  No one 
would ever find its origin or suspect that it could deliver such a 
potent virus.
	Dale was enjoying the weekend with his family.   They had 
been in urgent need of this vacation for the past few months, and 
were beginning to unwind from the tensions that had so quickly 
developed.  He was a reasonable man, albeit often so overcome with 
the pressures of his job, that he failed to see problems arising in 
his domain.  This particular spot, now equipped with all the 
camping amenities, had been his childhood favorite, and now held 
the same appeal for his family of four.  He had one son who was his 
complete opposite, and a loving daughter that continually looked to 
him for answers and support.  His wife Denise had remained 
faithful, and although they had their difficulties, they were 
content to remain as a family, at least for now.  
	With little ceremony, Dale grabbed his towel hanging from 
the makeshift clothesline and his sons’ ear and jogged to the 
water’s edge, throwing the protesting lad face first into the cool 
waters, and then diving in with a huge splash just as his son 
surfaced for air sending him sputtering and cursing to the safety 
of the shore.  His laughter was cut short by the burning itch in 
his swim trunks that became so intense, he was instantly 
overwhelmed.  Upon hearing his cry for help, his wife ran to the 
shoreline and tried to dry him off as he bolted to the tent and 
pulled down of his swim trunks.  As they both watched in amazement, 
they saw his scrotum draw tightly against his now fully erect 
manhood, then watched as the throbbing organ continued to expand 
until small jets of blood began to squirt from the engorged glans.  
The veins and vessels along the entire length of his manhood were 
throbbing unmercifully and began to hemorrhage.  Finally, with a 
dull squishing thud, the skin of his glans stretched beyond its 
limits and burst open to shower the inside of the tent with blood 
and semen.  Dale screamed and collapsed while his amazed wife 
grabbed a towel and forced it against his groin as a makeshift 
pressure bandage.
	His son, Jeremy, was next, his still hairless scrotum 
cinching painfully along the underside of his throbbing penis, 
forcing his developing gonads deep into their protective enclaves 
within his pelvis.  Observing the body of a naked boy for the first 
time in her life, Jamie stared as her brothers swollen organ began 
to spurt blood from the urethra just seconds before ripping down 
the full length and spewing a geyser of blood and semen directly 
toward her.  As his Father, he screamed and collapsed, clutching 
his bloody torso and writhing in pain.  His horrified sister tried 
to comfort him, and responded quickly to stop the blood  flow at 
her Mothers’ brief yet explicit commands.   After a few terse 
minutes, both of the girls breathed easier as the flow of blood 
slowed, and their two male patients relaxed, moaning in their own 
private horror.  With a quick call on the cell phone, emergency 
services were en route, as across the lake, various sounds of 
horror could be heard every few minutes. 
	As the two gals took turns tending to their wounded and 
packing up the campsite, a sobbing young girl staggered into camp 
with one arm across her breasts, and the other grasping her bloody 
crotch.  As Jamie tried to calm the terrified girl, Denise eased 
her down on a blanket next to her husband and slowly moved her arms 
and placed them by her side.  Both girls stared in shock, unable to 
move from the tortured young body in front of them.  The young girl 
apparently had just completely a brief swim and climbed ashore to 
dry herself when her nipples, clitoris, and labia quickly expanded 
and literally exploded, leaving her effectively neutered and 
desperate for medical help.   Finally able to break away from the 
horrible scene, Denise applied some Band-Aids to her quivering 
breasts, while Jamie wiped the blood away from the torn flesh of 
her sexuality and gently covered her torso with a damp washcloth.  
The emergency crew arrived, quickly followed  by the ambulance, 
already half-full of victims.  With quick dispatch, they stabilized 
their victims and were off in a cloud of dust, leaving behind  two 
stunned figures who were desperately trying to make sense of the 
entire scenario.
	The FDA and DCA were notified immediately, and soon the 
areas around the pristine blue waters were evacuated and secured.  
Several gallons of water were carefully drawn from the alleged 
sites, and sent to various labs throughout the country along with 
samples of tissues from the mangled sexual organs.  Within forty-
eight hours, the virus was isolated and a simple test was developed 
to discover the origins and presence.  Thousands of samples were 
taken from around the lake and the main feedwater with negative 
results.  Finally, bowing to public pressure, the lake was 
reopened, complete  with the mutated virus.
	Gail and Mike had just returned from an afternoon at the 
lake, enjoying the cool water relief from the summers’ heat.  
Although they had teased each other to a point of frustration, they 
had saved their sexual energies for the privacy of their own 
homes.  Now laying naked on the couch in their studio apartment, 
they were savoring each others delicacies, becoming aroused 
methodically to allow the experience to last late in the evening.  
As he initially penetrated her warm shaven pussy, he felt a slight 
stinging sensation around his scrotum, and she experienced tingling 
sensation around fully aroused nipples.  He began to make love to 
her with slow, deep, passionate thrust that would penetrate into 
the gentle folds of her quivering womb.  His manhood felt somehow 
complete as it swelled to new heights, and she felt the pressure in 
her moisture laden vulva squeeze him more tightly with every 
stroke.  As they both plunged into the frenzy of their mutual 
orgasm, the intense pressure became excessive, and they both cried 
out simultaneously as their reproductive organs burst, sending a 
spray of blood and ejaculate in every direction.  They were found 
with their hemorrhaged bodies still entwined several hours later, 
when a phone call from a concerned neighbor alerted the authorities.
	A similar scene was being replicated throughout the city at 
sporadic intervals, leaving both the civil authorities and the 
scientific communities with far too few clues for an early 
resolution.  Victims were found throughout the city and surrounding 
countryside; one with the remains of his organ in the waste 
container of a vacuum, another with a  plastic cucumber smeared 
with ejaculate imbedded in the wall, countless couples still locked 
in a lover’s embrace, and some so bizarre they defy explanation to 
this day.  A breakthrough finally occurred when one of the victims 
survived long enough to reveal the details of his afternoon 
activities, which had included a swim in the clear waters of the 
lake.   Once again, the lake and the surrounding area were secured, 
and swimmers were encouraged to enter the quarantine area of the 
local hospital for evaluation.  This time scientists were flown to 
the hospital, where a control lab was hurriedly assembled and the 
victims were rigorously tested.  Two died while masturbating during 
the evaluation phase; their sexual organs splattered against their 
sterile confinements.  
	The mutated virus was finally found dormant in the gonads 
of the swimmers who had volunteered to help science, but amongst 
the crowds in the city, several hundred awaited a disastrous fate 
with their first orgasm.  An antibody was never fully developed, 
and radiation therapy was the only means found to destroy the 
complex virus.  Unfortunately, treatment also caused total 
sterility, which closed many unfinished chapters for the 
unfortunate victims.  Meanwhile, in the undisturbed waters of the 
lake, the virus underwent a series of mutations to finally die 
amidst the slime at the bottom.  Meanwhile, near a neighboring 
citys’ water supply some two hundred miles to the north, a small 
trickle of water innocently appeared unnoticed under the picnic 
table of a roadside park and meandered down a small knoll to 
dribble into the waters’ edge.