1 Chapter 1 - Tom

Hi everyone. My name's Tom Allen and I live in a society. We have modern appliances like TV, microwaves, and computers. There's school and colleges too. Sorry, there's no magic or superpowers.

I'm currently 18 years old and fresh out of high school. Soon, I'll be joining a special program hosted by the Health and Human Services (HHS) branch of the US government. I haven't heard much about it, but what I have heard is that all the graduates of that program make loads of money.

That being said, I hope I'm not expected to work too hard. I'm a naturally lazy person. Reading, playing video games, and watching TV are my favorite activities. I have a bike in front of my computer and a treadmill in front of my TV so I can do these activities on the regular without becoming a tub of lard.

However, these countermeasures allow me to stare at screens even longer than usual, which means I haven't made much in the way of friends. Although I was somewhat antisocial in school, I had one best friend named Jack. However, we had a big falling out a few months before graduation. I won't get into too many details, you'll just be bored.

Anyway, let me be frank. I have a boring life. I'm not sure why I started this e-diary. Maybe it's because I wanted to jot down some of my thoughts so I'm not depressed and playing games all day. If you are reading this, then you must be pretty pathetic to be as bored as me. However, I still appreciate that you care enough about my life to read this.

My mom is my only family. I still live with her and she's undoubtedly the shining light of my life that keeps me motivated. It helps that she had me when she was young, so she's pretty hot. I was actually an accident. My father was apparently a deadbeat that she dumped after getting to know him better. Hopefully, I don't end up like him. Although I do my fair share of gaming, I'm also good at studying and I don't like to procrastinate.

I believe my mom is a scientist working on top secret stuff for the government. She never elaborated on what it is she actually does. She's very passionate about studying, helping the environment, and going to work every day, so for her to be so tight-lipped every time I ask about her job means that something is definitely up. I hope it's nothing shady. My mom is pretty intimidating though, so she should be fine.

Each day she goes to yoga classes with all her curves on display. I'm sure she does it to spite those who say that a 36 year old woman can't have the ideal body. She doesn't, but it's pretty close. She's got E cup plump breasts, a thin waist, wide hips, and a scrumptious ass.

There's a bit of a muffin top on her waist with some minor stretch marks, but they don't particularly make her any less beautiful. If they weren't there, she'd look like a fake doll that had plastic surgery, which she hadn't, because she works really hard to maintain her body. I can tell from her abs. They're definitely stronger than mine.

Her face is attractive but she tends to keep a stoic expression on, as if she has a grudge with everyone ever. It only fades when she looks at me or her friends. She's a glasses-wearing brunette caucasian with thin lips and sharp eyebrows that give her a stern countenance. The best way I can describe her appearance would be like Meiko from Prison School.

The most unnecessarily erotic aspect of her are her nipples. The areola are 1.5 inch in diameter, which is normal. But when one of her nipples gets erect, the whole nipple and the areola itself erects about 1 inch from the rest of her breast, about half an inch each. So imagine the reactions when she wears her white yoga gear after they perk up. I cannot be in the same room as her when her nipples are up like that!

The reason being.. Well.. I'll tell you later. You might be wondering how I know her body so well to be able to even measure the length of her nipple erections. It's because she sometimes throws on see-through nighties when she gets up half-asleep for a midnight snack. I can even tell you that her clit erects up to a quarter-inch.

Anyway, here's to hoping my mom never reads this e-diary and discovers that I fap to her occasionally. Because I just did before I wrote this. Hehe, feels good to get that out of my system. You can't make fun of me for this. It's impossible for me not to when she's so fucking hot!

I guess I'll go back to playing some super smash. Oh gosh, even playing smash I can't get away from my boners. Not when Bayonetta reminds me of mom.

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Hi everyone. I started my special program at the HHS today. Let me just start off by telling you that this entire day has blown me away. This program is actually a secret of the state. All of those who have applied to join must sign non-disclosure agreements with extremely harsh penalties that include jail time if we speak of what we do here. Please don't rat me out, dear readers.

I read and signed through at least 15 pages of detailed forms that involved all the criminal liabilities of leaking information. The basic rundown of the program was for them to test if they could teach us, the trainees, how to rehabilitate nonproductive or dangerous individuals. They would use cutting edge technology to teach us various methods of rehabilitation.

The researchers referred to us as Fixers, and they referred to the rehab patients as Clogs. The whole thing had a plumber kind of theme, where they were viewed as "clogs" to a smoothly functioning society and we would be responsible for "fixing" them.

Following that, the researchers would observe how the Fixer and Clog would get along, how much progress each Clog made, and what strategies worked best for helping Clogs rejoin productive society.

Also in the waiting room with me filling out forms were five people: 2 boys and 3 girls that are the same age as me. They were all unusually attractive. I wondered if this program would only take attractive people as Fixers. I myself am only slightly above average, not quite close to how attractive the other five people there were.

Moreover, from how they dressed, from how they carried themselves, and how attentively they were reading the forms, I could guess they were top graduates from their high schools. They had smarts and looks! Again, my grades were in the top 1% of the country, but it seemed like these guys were in a whole different league.

I had finished filling out the forms first because I had arrived first, so I waited until everyone finished and broke the awkward silence by introducing myself to the group as a whole. Because this program would be something of a new start for me out of high school, I wanted to try being more social.

I said, "Hi everyone. My name is Tom Allen."

The black girl cheerfully spoke up right away, "Hi, I'm Monica!"

The indian guy spoke in a soothing tone, "Hello. I am Sagar. It's a pleasure to meet you all."

The white girl then said in a slightly snobbish manner, "Hi. The name's Jill."

The hispanic girl softly said, "Hola. I'm Maria."

The black guy spoke last in a distinctly british accent, "Hey chaps. I'm Keith."

All of them seemed quite mature. There was no staring at tits from the guys or oogling faces from the girls. It also seemed we were quite the diverse group. The only race that was repeated was black. I'm only half-white. My father was asian.

We all sat in a circle in the waiting room and made small talk about the high school we went to and what sports we played. I didn't play any, so it was slightly awkward when I said I played video games. Keith, the black guy, asked me if I watched anime, and I said sure. He said he was an anime buff, but I had only seen the classics. Still, we talked about One Piece for a bit. The girls had small chat among themselves and Maria made sure not to exclude Sagar.

Let me add a few details here.

Monica, the black girl, is a petite beauty with curly hair that goes down to her shoulders. She's got a big smile and blinding pearly whites. She wore a white shirt with a few buttons undone and a pantskirt. The awkward thing was that despite being petite, she had big boobs. I could also tell they were fairly saggy, because each time she giggled, I could see them jiggle violently in her bra with my peripheral vision. I had to absolutely maintain full control of my eye muscles or else they would wander over to her cleavage subconsciously.

Sagar, the indian guy, is dressed in a full tuxedo. He was clearly overdressed for the occasion, but his whole demeanor dripped with nobility, class, and comfort, so it all seemed natural to him as if he was dressed casually. As the conversation went on, I couldn't even imagine him in pajamas. He's tall, at least 6"0, with a chiseled jawline and neatly trimmed stubble that made him look like a movie star.

Jill behaved the least mature out of the group. She wore a full double-breasted suit and pantsuit. Her mannerisms reflected slight distaste for the company of all of us, except Sagar, who she seemed to be inching closer to subtly. She also has the most beautiful face out of the group. I could imagine her with drill tails saying villainess lines. She actually had a side ponytail and didn't speak much.

Monica talked too fast for me to keep up with her. The hispanic girl, Maria, looked to be the most approachable of the group for me. In fact, I think I might even be crushing on Maria because her voice sounded so gentle and motherly. Perhaps it was my oedipus complex, or perhaps not because she didn't look like my mother, but everything about her seemed to check my boxes before I had even noticed.

I really hoped she wasn't in a relationship. She had black, straight hair that goes down to her chest with brown highlights at the tips. Maria wore a conservative dress that covered her whole body and didn't show much curves. But with my vast experience in analyzing the female body, I could make out that she had approximately C or D cup breasts and medium sized hips. Maybe it was my wishful thinking on my part but the proportions I had estimated on her were killer. She could pass for a brazilian beach model if she had a bigger ass.

Keith is the tallest of the group. He should be at least 6'7" and looks fairly skinny as well. I could tell from the lack of fat on his face and neck that even though he watches anime, he probably runs cross country or plays basketball. He's got black hair that's trimmed neatly in a military style and a confident, yet goofy smile.

As for how I compare to this group? I'm about 5'11, so that puts me a bit shorter than Sagar. I have black hair from my dad's side, but my eyes and lashes are big from my mom's side. I kept in shape, so I'm not too far out of the running compared to these hunks, but I'm definitely the least in shape of them. My face is fully clean shaven like Keith's, but I've got a few imperfections and blemishes. They're not major, but they keep me from looking as good as Sagar.

The reason I paid such close attention to these guys was because they would be my fellow Fixers, as long as they didn't drop out of the program. According to the forms, we would each get taught different methods of Fixing and our results would be compared to each other. Reading deeper in the forms, we would get benefits from collaborating with our fellow Fixers, so we wouldn't necessarily be competing against each other for the best results. At the end of the day, the researchers and the Fixers were meant to find the best solutions to solving Clogs. It's too hard to establish experimental controls when it comes to soft psychology topics involving human subjects, so the aim was mainly to see what works best and test that in a more controlled environment at a later time.

We made small talk for about ten minutes before a middle aged guy in a lab coat came out of the building proper, adjusted his glasses, and beckoned us in. There's no way the HHS is going to allow unvaxxed people into their premises. Covid is still around! We were all fully vaxxed prior to arriving for the program and had fixed our masks that we pulled down while chatting and having refreshments.

We entered into a dimly lit hallway and the guy in the lab coat led us down a long hall. Afterwards, he slid a card on a door, which buzzed as it unlocked to open into a small auditorium set up for presentations.

When we entered, I just about had the scare of my life. My mother was standing on the small stage at the front of the auditorium dressed in full sexy schoolteacher style! She had a tiny black pencil skirt and a stretched-tight white shirt with her nipples protruding through her lacy black bra. Fucking hell!

She had a naughty smile on and looked at me as if she played a wonderful prank. The only thing I could pay attention to were her obscene nipples and titties!

This was my undoing, dear readers. Because I, Tom Allen, am ashamed to say that: I have an actual horse cock. My underwear could not contain it and my relatively formal pants did not stand a chance.

The freak mutation that is my penis stood at a glorious 45 degree upward angle fully hard, 15" long, and 2" diameter. The others stood dumbfounded for a full minute while my mom started cracking up. She was only one that knew my damnable condition. Although I felt exceedingly embarrassed, I forcefully calmed myself down and covered my dick with the shreds of my pants. I suspect she planned this, but for what purpose, I have no clue.

All I can hope is that Maria likes horse cocks.

(A/N: Lol hey, this is sort of a meme story. Check out my discord to hit me up with suggestions, requests, recommendations, or just to chat. I'm not sure how often I'll update this since I currently enjoy writing my fan-fic Nuwa System more.)