Mr Robbins and his theories

One of the things Jackie had always said about you was that you had a tendency to pace around when you were deep in thought. Most of the time you weren’t even aware you were doing it, you simply followed your feet and allowed your mind to process things.

As it happened, you followed your feet through the family home and came upon Mr Robbins in the little study nook he had turned into his personal area. He was scribbling notes in a journal of some kind. He looked up from his pages and his entire expression brightened.

“Here at last!” He said, slamming the book shut and hurrying over to you. “I’ve been meaning to speak with you for a day or so now but you’re never around.”

“Yeah, it’s been very busy the last couple of days,” you explained, “everyone’s been hard at work trying to establish a bit of order during all this craziness….but I’m here now, so what did you want to talk about?”

The man took off his glasses and begun to polish them with his shirt, a habit you recalled from the many lessons of High School biology.

“This whole event has been rather usual, in terms of natural occurrences. There’s not really any precedent for such a wide spread phenomena.” he fixed his glasses back in place and stared at you. “I’ve been making some observations, taking in different accounts from various survivors and I was even lucky enough to be able to sit in with your mother while she ran a physical on these so-called ‘tamed women’. It’s given me a lot of data.”

You stood there with your arms crossed, not exactly liking the way your old teacher was describing the whole thing as a science experiment, but not willing to break his train of thought. In the end you simply nodded along and urged him to keep going.

“The first thing I noted was that there was no sign of chemical influence, so that rules out any kind of warfare or terrorist attacking. But there was also the physical changes of the effected women. For lack of better terminology, each and every one of them has become more sexually appealing to the typical heterosexual male. Breasts have become fuller and more perky, hips and buttocks more pronounced, musculature has improved…” his speech grew more energetic, “and what’s astounding is how widespread it is and how they’ve been changed. From what I can discern the phenomena hasn’t taken hold of girls under the age of eighteen, yet there doesn’t seem to be a cut off point in the reverse. As we saw with Mrs Harris, even the elderly are being changed. The implications are astounding!”

Looking at the man you were reminded of how your fellow classmates used to call him ‘Doc Brown’. The guy was eccentric, but personally you never found him as charming as the movie character.

“But it doesn’t end with the aesthetic!” He went on. “Each of these women have undergone a metabolic change and their cardiovascular systems have dramatically improved. Each of the five senses have been sharpened to a degree. And my god, they’re all ovulating!” He began gesticulating wildly, “each woman who changed is in a constant state of ovulation and therein lies the connection to their reduced mental state!”

He came back to himself momentarily and smiled at you benignly. “My dear boy, your mother was quite open about your….well, to call a spade a spade, incestuous relationship. She also pointed out how all of these ‘tamed women’ were impregnated by you.”

“That’s the theory I’ve been running with,” you agreed. “I can command the women to varying degrees, but if I want to return them to sanity I need to impregnate them and it doesn’t seem like anyone else has gotten the women pregnant. Don’t ask me how that works”

The biology teacher rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “I’ve an idea about that,” he said after a moment. “Have you ever heard of the sterile insect technique ?”

“Can’t say that I have.”

“Well it’s a method that’s been used in the past for pest control. You release a large number of sterile males into an environment, they compete with the fertile males for breeding rights and eventually the insect population shrinks,” he tapped his chin, “this phenomenon seems like a reverse of that. Females of the human species may have become hyper fertile, but only for your specific genetic material and may have formed an extra sensory instinct that makes them sensitive to your role as the father of their potential offspring. All other men and their seed doesn’t seem to take. It might be a form of population control…though what’s causing it isn’t something I can discern with the available data.”

That only made you uncomfortable as your mother’s words played in your mind. Chosen One…

“But why me?” You asked after a moment. “What’s so special about my DNA?”

Robbins sighed. “I can’t say, we’ll need to run some tests. Take blood samples and the like,” he frowned at his surroundings, “if only I had a proper lab with all the necessary equipment!”

You allowed him to vent for a moment before another question sprung to mind. “You said you’ve been observing the tamed women…have you noticed any other changes? Changes to the personality?”

The made the man pause. “Well, I’m not familiar with all of them aside from your mother and Bonnie,” he smiled paternally at the thought of your sister, who had been one of his favourite students, even if biology wasn’t an interest of hers. “The main thing I’ve noticed is that they’re much more sexually open and expressive.”

“You haven’t noticed any changes with my mom in particular?”

He considered that, humming in deep thought. “Well…she has become much more assertive, I suppose. She always struck me as purposeful in our brief parent teacher meetings,” he nodded to himself, “but yes, while she hasn’t been unkind…she has grown more dominant all around. I haven’t observed such a change in your sister though, so I’m not sure what conclusions to draw.”

For a moment you thought about telling him the little things you’ve noticed about her shifting moods, her eyes and the subsequent details of the cult running around out in the chaos. But you were already overwhelmed by what you were hearing as is.

“Might I ask a large favour?” Robbins leaned in, eyes huge behind his glasses. “I need to verify something and it will require your participation.”

You sighed, but gave a weary nod. “Sure, what do you need?”

Robbins led you out of the study nook and down the hallway until you came upon a guest bedroom. He paused at the door, braced himself and turned the handle, gesturing for you to step in.

Waiting for you on the bed was Mrs Harris, completely naked and masturbating furiously, playing with her newly enhanced tits while she slipped several fingers into her gushing pussy. So caught up in her actions she didn’t seem to notice you right away.

“Mrs Harris is eighty two years old,” Robbins said in a low voice, “by every measure she should be post-menopausal, but like the other women she’s become hyper fertile. It would provide a great amount of data if I could monitor how a pregnancy like this would progress, so that we might better understand the extent of the physical changes.”

You frowned at the man. There was a feeling of discomfort in having to have sex as part of science experiment. But as you drank in the sight of the woman’s big, perky tits, her smooth stomach and the swell of her ass and hips you felt your cock begin to stir to life in your pants. If nothing else this would help bring another sane mind to the household and help you work off some of the stress you were feeling at the same time.

“Fine,” you muttered, “the things I do for science…”