Head Boy

“Head Boy”

“Ken was always sort of there, you know?” Lizzie smacked her gum noisily as she tried to remember what she could of the boy. “I don’t know if anyone was really ever friends with him, but he hung out with a few other boys after school sometimes. I didn’t talk with him much.”

“Well, can you tell me about the day in question?” The detective had his notebook out, as well as a little tape recorder. Very analog, Lizzie had quipped when he’d pulled them out.

“Sure. Well, it was a pretty normal day, I guess. I was in second-period science with Jessie and Sophia and we were going over the special assignment from over the weekend.”

“What assignment was that?”

“We were supposed to watch the meteor shower, but nobody remembered. Mr. Thomas was sort of lecturing us about taking an interest in the world around us when the door got torn off its hinges and in came Ken.”

“What did he look like?”

“He was wearing the same big sweater he always wore, but it looked like it’d shrunk or something. He was pale, sort of trembling. Mr. Thomas asked him to calm down, and that’s when he changed.”

“He?”

“Ken. Not Mr. Thomas. Is he OK?” Lizzie’s face contorted as she remembered what had happened to Mr. Thomas.

“I’m told he’s recovering well at a hospital nearby. Please continue.”

“Well, Mr. Thomas got shoved aside as Ken’s head started getting bigger. I mean, like really big.” She gestured with her hands above her own head, holding them about two feet apart. “Big and circular. Really fast, like he’d been holding it back or something. And it was throbbing and pulsing, like a big beach ball. It was so sudden, but also felt sort of natural.” Ken, she thought privately, had looked really good with a giant head. Really confident, too. “We were all shocked when his clothes exploded off of him. I sure was surprised.”

“That his clothes came off?”

“Well, yeah, that was weird. But I mean by how ripped he was. He was always wearing these big baggy clothes, but underneath all that he was a real hardbody!” Those muscles, combined with that enormous skull... She got a little starry-eyed, and the detective cleared his throat.

“Right. So after that...”

“After that, he asked all of us to line up, and once we did he ripped all our clothes off too.”

“With his hands?”

“No, without touching us. They were just all in shreds at our feet instantly.” Lizzie seemed oddly pleased with this memory, as well. The detective noted that second-period biology had a number of football players in it.

“What happened after that?”

“He started going down the line, feeling us all up, the boys too, commenting on our boobs, guy’s dicks, all that. He really seemed to like talking about how horny he was. It didn’t take long. Then he stopped and stood in front of all of us and said ‘Now you all get to see what a real man looks like,’ and then he sort of concentrated, and I could see his giant head sort of... flex?

“His face was all screwed up, and then we could see his dick growing. I mean, it wasn’t exactly small before, but as we watched it started getting bigger and bigger, like a balloon, and I guess before long it was sticking straight out about this far,” she held out her hands maybe three feet apart, “and about as thick as a two-liter. That’s when things get a little hazy, I’m sorry, detective.”

“Is there anything else you remember?”

Lizzie pondered the question. She remembered getting lifted into the air and impaled onto Ken’s titanic schlong, and feeling it stretching her insides out. He had told them all not to worry; his brain would make it all work out. And it did -- his dick had filled her stern to stem, and once she was lifted off again her body was just fine. By the end, she asked to go another round, as did most of them, even the boys.

It was weird to remember seeing Jason down on all fours, furiously slurping on a cock as long as his torso. The massive football star had always had a girl on his arm for as long as Lizzie had known him, but Ken’s cock -- his massive, world-shattering cock -- and his gigantic, powerful brain, seemed to have awoken in him a serious lust.

“No, not really.” She sat forward. “Do you know where Ken is? I’d sure like to see him again.”

The detective sighed. “No, no one has seen him since he left your school.” Every interview had been the same. Ken came into the classroom, mutated into a giant-headed (in every sense of the word) freak, and fucked everything he came across, then vanished into thin air. And none of his victims seemed to mind. If anything, the detective thought, they wanted to hang out with him.

Lizzie slumped in her chair. “Well, I want to know when you find him, alright?”

“I’m sure we’ll let you know.”

Lizzie left the precinct and drove back across the suburbs to her neighborhood, then, after checking in with her parents, made her way across the street to Jason’s house. “Come on up!” Jason yelled down to her as she came in.

She smiled and shucked off her clothes as she stepped into Jason’s bedroom. On his huge bed was the continuous orgy she’d been slipping in and out of over the last week, centered around one beautiful sexual dynamo: Ken. His huge head was propped up on a mountain of pillows, while a mixed group of boys and girls worked to pleasure his enormous shaft. “We were missing you, Liz,” Ken said, grinning at her. “Did they give you any trouble?”

“Don’t worry. The cops are clueless,” she said, dropping down and playing with one of Ken’s volleyball-sized nuts. “Ooh, you’re so full right now! How long has it been since you came?”

“Too long,” Jason said, reaching out and massaging Ken’s gigantic forehead. A few moments later, Ken erupted, spewing cum all over the room, and the entire orgy writhed in pleasure.