After the Wave

Chapter 8
At the Library

Chapter Description: M/M/M. Physical ARowr.

Chapter VIII: At the Library

Before we uploaded the entirety of human knowledge and innovation into the Cloud, every city and University had something called libraries. They were chock-full of books and newspapers and-- oh, I don’t have to tell you kids. You must have learned about libraries from the Cloud.

But what you might not know is that the Wave was a lot wickeder toward libraries than the Cloud would evince itself to be.

Take one in particular. Three fraternity brothers -- Charlie, Clint, and Chad -- were shopping around the Jennifer Lorraine Municipal Library on that fateful evening in 2014, for books that their college had been unable to provide them. It was the night before finals and each and every one of them had put off a 10-page term paper until that very moment. Drinking, womanizing... basically everything you’d expect from the traditional college experience, except without all the studying and typing.

They didn’t want to be there. They wanted to be fucking their girlfriends in their lacrosse-uniform-smelling dorm rooms five feet away from a beer pong table.

Then, each of them wanted something else.

“Charlie?” Clint asked, suddenly.

“Yeah?” said the other boy, turning around.

Clint motioned downward at Charlie’s sandals. “I never noticed how cute your toes are. Would you mind if I sucked on them?”

Charlie wanted to laugh at his friend’s joke, but a laugh isn’t what came out of his mouth. “Be my guest.”

The young men, of course, did not actually want this, but it was as if they were looking out of the eyes of other people-- people who wanted to do things of which they’d never imagined. This was a fact with which they toyed in their minds as the two of them fell to the floor, Clint literally snapping Charlie’s sandals apart as he tore them off his buddy’s feet.

What followed next was a sequence of events which transpired with such rapidity that Chad could only stand there, mouth agape. Clint slobbered all over Charlie’s toes. Then, all over his feet. Charlie moaned uncontrollably, eliciting a charge of “Shhh!” from the librarian, who was apparently oblivious to anything out of the ordinary. The students began to masturbate at about the same time. From blue-jeansed flies did cocks whip out, along with tufts of wiry pubic hair; and Clint and Charlie stroked their instantly-stiff units while the former sucked the latter’s feet.

Chad discovered that, all of a sudden, he could react to the situation. He just didn’t react the way he intended.

“Clint?”

“Mmfmm.”

“I never noticed how hot your dick is. Would you mind if I sucked on it?”

Seconds later, three heterosexual, athletic, proud-cocked fraternity brothers were squirming around the floor of the library, linked to one another by various body parts and jacking off. And this wasn’t some perverse Tom Six spectacle (whom I still can’t believe won a posthumous Oscar)-- this was a genuine sexual epiphany. This was true rapture.

The librarians did nothing, having been affected by the Wave such that they honestly believed that boys masturbating and blowing each other upon the floor of their workplace was the most adorable thing in the world. They wanted to encourage young love.

Customers of the library understood that something wasn’t quite right. But all they could do was look on and hope that the boys came so that they could get on with their lives.

A tongue threaded itself between a set of toes. A mouth lurched back and forth over a throbbing shaft. Charlie and Chad could feel pre-cum dripping over their hands. Chad could feel Clint’s leaking into his mouth.

And their balls were boiling. Maybe, if they had known the consequences of their lustful fiddling in advance, the three college students would have declined to engage in it. If they’d found the will.

Clint noticed something was wrong as soon as he realized he was sucking on two of his friend’s feet at once, their entireties shoved into his mouth. Horrified, he pulled off, and looked aside to see that Charlie had shot his manhood all over the floor. Oh, it was semen, all right-- it had sperm like semen, looked like semen, and certainly smelled like semen. But Charlie’d shot out his age, and all that remained on the floor next to it was a one-year-old baby, wailing and kicking.

Clint moved his hands down to warn Chad, to beg him to stop sucking his cock, but it was too late. He had passed the point of no return. The college senior screamed, ejaculated into Chad’s mouth almost too fiercely for Chad’s swallowing skills, and immediately transformed into an infant.

Chad was alarmed when there wasn’t a penis in his mouth anymore. He had shut his eyes in ecstasy and he couldn’t believe Clint would have wilted so quickly. When he opened his eyes, he stared, terrified, at two screaming one-year-olds... and, though he willed himself not to orgasm, biology had already done its work.

Cum rocketed up through the frat brother’s shaft and exploded out of his slit, splattering to the floor like that of his friends before him. It took less than a second for the years to bleed out of him, for the knowledge he’d accrued to leak from his ears. All that remained of his consciousness -- of all their consciousnesses -- was a foggy suspicion that they had been different people just moments before.

Hit hardest by the sudden absence of intelligence was Clint, who was peeing about three seconds after Chad had finished shooting his load. Clint was on his back when he rediscovered what it felt like not to have dominion over his bodily functions-- punching the carpet with tiny fists. And, boy, did his urine shoot upwards in arcs. Like an odd, living, miniature fountain in the Research section, Clint pissed into the air, and most of it landed on Chad, who didn’t at all care for the feeling of hot water striking his skin from great heights. Nor did he care for the taste of it when some of it landed in his mouth. How many of Clint’s bodily fluids was he expected to swallow in one day?

Spared such public indignities was Charlie, who had calmed down, and simply smiled around the thumb he was sucking and pooped on the floor behind him, where no one could see. He kind of liked being a baby. One out of three ain’t bad.

All three of them were adopted by the same librarian-- and they, at least, managed to grow up. As brothers. Except Charlie never really got out of the habit of putting on a diaper every now and then.

And, until they’d advanced out of their second infancies and toddlerhoods, Clint had an unusual comfort object: His new brother’s foot, wet and sloppy with baby drool.

Even then, the proclivity never truly disappeared. I hear that’s how they celebrated their high school graduation... a wet diaper around Charlie’s waist and Clint’s mouth around his foot. I don’t think I have to tell you what Chad was probably doing.