The Waterboy's Woman, Part 1 (Patreon)

The Waterboy’s Woman

Eric is a gangly waterboy and poolboy both, serving the Varsity swimming team who see him as a sad figure to be largely ignored. One day, Eric gets the confidence to ask the team leaders - the jockish Sean and loyal Tyrone - to come to his house to try his experimental new drug, hoping it will make him popular enough to be in with their popularity. But things go in unexpected directions when an accidental misstep is made . . .

Part 1

“You’re telling me that you, Eric Paldrick, have got a stash?”

The gangly waterboy adjusted his glasses, looking more than a little anxious. He was tall, over 6’1, but lacked the developed musculature of the popular varsity swim team who saw him every day working to keep them hydrated, and on off days, keep the pool clean. Waterboy and poolboy, both. His own introversion and difficulty in talking to girls had made him, if not a total outcast, then one just one of those individuals who is naturally ignored, or simply tolerated for his work ethic.

“Sure,” he said, shrugging as if to play it cool. “I have my connections. I have the keys to the chem lab, remember? And I’m top of the class in that subject, on top of all the gear I’ve got at home.”

Sean and Tyrone looked at him in slight disbelief. The two were champions of the college swim team, and were among the most popular boys on campus. Their fraternity was infamous for its loud parties and outrageous stunts, but also the wealth and fame of its residents’ families, which had given many of them a head start.

“I don’t know, I don’t believe it,” Sean said. He was slightly taller than Eric, but certainly broader and fitter, with short brown hair that was always gelled whenever he wasn’t in the water. “A nerd like you with a proper stash? I’d have heard of it. I think you’re just trying to push in on our circle, get a little popular by being near to us.”

Tyrone put up a hand to stop Sean as he turned.

“Hey, hey, wait back a bit, dude.”

Tyrone was a deep-voiced and black-skinned, with the sculpted jaw of a superhero and a serious set of pecs over an equally impressive six-pack. Sean may have been the best on the swim team, but Tyrone had the slightly bigger pull with the ladies. He flashed a grin that could have been good-natured at Eric.

“I wanna see what the kid has to say.”

Eric winced at being called ‘kid.’ Despite lacking their broad-shouldered physiques and manly looks that drove the cheerleading girls wild, he was in fact six months older than Sean and nine older than Tyrone. All of them were twenty-one years of age. Sean looked to his friend, shrugged, and indicated for Eric to continue. The gangly waterboy breathed in, trying to compose the words in his head.

“I’ve made something. By myself. I didn’t want to say it earlier because I know it sounds risky. I had to wait until I’d tested it on myself and knew it was safe. That’s why you’re only hearing about it now. But I promise you, it makes LSD feel like - like - well, like nothing, I guess. Sorry, I’m not explaining this well.”

“Damn right you aren’t.”

“Let him explain, Sean, I’m interested.”

Sean sighed. “Go on then kid.”

Eric could feel the heat rise, the nervousness kick in. If he could get them to see what he’d seen, then he just knew he could be as popular as them. Knew he could be allowed to party with them. And knew most of all that if that was the case, if he were invited to a party at their fraternity, then there was no way he’d be leaving as a virgin. If you were in with Sean and Tyrone, then you had some magnetic draw with at least some of the better-looking girls. He just knew it.

“Well, basically, um . . . that’s it. I’ve tested it, and I can’t begin to describe it. I’d tried LSD before, and - well - weed of course. Some other stuff. This blew them all away, and it’s not addictive! At least it wasn’t to me. I just thought you guys might be interested.”

Sean folded his arms. “What’s the catch?”

Here was where Eric knew he had to be honest. If he lied now, they’d never believe this came out of the blue. He closed his eyes for a moment and held out his arms.

“I’m the waterboy, right? It’s how I get by. But it’s embarrassing. I don’t look all that much either; I’m a total beanpole. Your friend Marcus literally calls me that. That and ‘virgin nerd’. Which . . . I am. I know I’ll never be really popular, but I’m sick of guys seeing me as nothing and girls not seeing me at all. So, I-I figure, maybe - maybe if I can do something for you guys, you can do something for me.”

“And what’s that?” Sean said. It was not quite a sneer. The honesty was something, at least, that he approved of.

“I want to come to your parties. If my stash works for you guys it will be a total hit, and if so, I can be popular in my own way too. And everyone knows what can also happen at your parties . . .”

He left the implication dangling. He wished he’d dropped the mop. He looked ridiculous carrying it while making this point.

Tyrone grinned. “Holy shit, you got some balls kid. Sean, waterboy here got a plan and everything! We at least gotta check out if this is legit!”

Sean considered this, more sceptical than his friend. “Alright. This Saturday. I want to try this stash. But if you try anything, waterboy, your ass is mine.”

"I won't let you down. I promise."

"Good." Sean turned to leave, flicking a towel over his bare shoulder. "Oh, and Eric? If this stuff is as good as you say, then you better be a good waterboy and keep us hydrated for the ride."

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Eric’s house was a two-story building out in the suburbs with a small front yard and moderate back. It wasn’t shabby, but it was a far cry from the wealthy closed gate communities the varsity swim boys usually hailed from, particularly Sean, whose father was famously influential. The two swim champions bickered as they approached the door.

“This is stupid,” Sean said, “the kid is yanking our chain. Look at this place. If it was a mansion I’d believe it, if it was an inner city coke den I’d believe, but this is some middle-class suburbia bullshit.”

Tyrone shrugged. “Maybe dude, I’m just saying, kid’s a wiz when it comes to chemistry. Remember those boring-ass assemblies? Waterboy won some real prestige there. I’m talking scholarship type of shit. Worst case, it doesn't pan out and you make his life hell. But I think he’s the real deal.”

“If you’re wrong Tyrone, you don’t get to make one pass at Betty until I’ve had a run at her.”

Tyrone considered this, and extended a hand.

“You’re on.”

They shook, and then Sean rang the bell. The door opened quicker than expected, and Eric knew instantly that he’d been too eager to please. The two looked at him as if he were a small ant that had reached the notice of unwelcoming gods.

“Uh . . . hey guys. Um, come on in. I’ll show you around first if you want. Either of you thirsty?”

“Just show us the stuff kid, I want a sample, and you’re taking it with us.”

Eric resisted the urge to bow to Sean. The man had a presence.

“Uh sure. Come with me. It’s in the basement - I know how that sounds. It’s a regular basement. It’s actually where I live.”

A raised eyebrow from Tyrone, who was fighting a giggle.

“You live in your parents’ basement?”

Eric paused, stopping suddenly. “No, my parents died a while back. I live alone. Easier to maintain just one area. It’s why I have to work as a waterboy and poolboy in the first place. Scholarship wasn’t enough.”

“Oh . . . sorry kid.”

“Eric.”

“Yeah, sorry Eric.”

"Let's just hurry this up," Sean said

They continued, Eric slightly buoyed by his own confidence, Sean silent and brooding. At least Tyrone was partly nice, if condescending. Tyrone commented on the closed door of the end room as they moved to the basement entrance.

"Oh, that's just the master bedroom. I never felt comfortable there. Too much space."

No one commented, and Eric led the two of them down into the basement. Far from an alien looking setup, it was fairly normal; there was a mini-kitchen, a single-size bed, an adjacent sized bathroom, and various cupboards for clothing and storage. Posters of science fiction shows neither of the jocks recognised lined the walls; Sean gave a mocking grin at the one that featured a green skinned alien beauty on the front. Sean blushed red. He should have taken those down. Along with the LEGO Death Star, the collection of DnD figurines (the ones he'd carefully painted but never found any willing players to appreciate), and his collection of fantasy books prominently and proudly displayed.

"Wow dude. No wonder you're a virgin."

Eric could feel his face flush completely red as Sean continued to smirk at his surroundings.

"You gotta admit S, the painted little fighters look hella cool though. You paimt them yourself, Eric?"

"Uh, yeah. Took a while. They're for Dungeons and Dragons."

"Hell naww, D'n'D? I used to game when I was like, fourteen. This setup is rad."

"Thanks. You're welcome to play sometime. If you're still into it."

Eric looked at Tyrone with surprise. A flash of annoyance passed from Sean to his friend, and Tyrone quickly adjusted his dark features into an uncaring aloofness. "Yeah, like I said, I liked it when I was a kid. Bit too old for nerdy kid shit now."

It was a deflating moment. Somehow, Eric had the horrible feeling that it was all going inescapably wrong. He wordlessly directed them to the remaining room: his pride and joy, his private chemistry lab. Equipment was carefully stored here, shelves and racks of utensils, beakers, vials, bunsen burners, and, of course, a variety of powders, liquids, metals, and gases.

"This is more like it, waterboy. Show us the stuff."

Eric withdrew a key from his pocket and unlocked a cabinet. A number of pillboxes were carefully labelled with scientific notation. These were a collection of his experiments, some of which were too embarrassing and far fetched to admit.

“Jeez, ya’ll got a whole pharmacy down here. So which one is it?” Tyrone asked.

Eric grabbed a yellow box, second from the left, and took it down.

"Here it is. A simple pill. It'll usually last a few hours, but I've made these ones with minor strength: they should only last twenty to thirty minutes or so."

Tyrone nodded. "Kid came through."

"It can leave you a bit parched."

"Then what are you waiting for, waterboy?” said Sean. “Go fetch us some water. Show us you can be dedicated enough to join the Alpha Nu Beta fraternity. Show us you deserve to land a hot babe."

Eric ran to fetch the water.

◊◊◊

Eric had done his best to make them comfortable. He'd fetched them both water, gave Sean the best seat while he was relegated to the floor. Tyrone was eased back in a beanbag.

"What do you call it? Your pill, dude."

Eric looked to Tyrone. "I, ah, just call it Relax."

"Well, let's see if relax does what you say, waterboy," said Sean.

Each of them raised the low strength pill to their lips and sat it on their tongues. One by one they settled down and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally Sean grew angry, and rose to his feat. "Fuck this bullshit, I'm not feeling a thing. This has all just been a total waste of our fucking time."

Before Eric could react, or even Tyrone, he moved to shove Eric forcefully out of the way.

Only he didn't make it.

Sean fell backwards through reality, collapsing through a kaleidoscope of colour, reverberating sounds of the universe ebbing and echoing all around him. He turned to Tyrone, but his friend had become a marble statue of truth and luminance. For the briefest glimmer of introspection, Sean saw his friend not as his offsider, but a giant in his own right, waiting to break through. A greater power containing an essence he could not recognise, that was alien to him, ready to break through the granite. He looked upon his own hands and found them granite, but then even that vision dissipated as glittering stars floating throughout the room, forming a starlight arc that led to the cabinet of pills, all of which were dancing and dancing and dancing.

Tyrone was equally astonished. Possibilities, potential futures whizzed around him like small galaxies in an endless cosmos. The people he could have been, the paths he could have taken, all the greatest moments of his life condensed and formed around him into the Ideal Tyrone. This Tyrone did not look like him, but he could not understand its shape; it was the shadow, the dark, the Yin, though he did not know what that meant. It stretched forth a hand but before he could take it minutes had already passed as hours of grains of sands and time and falling away on top of the strange pills that danced above and waited and called for more, endless more.

Eric was more used to this trip. He could guide it, centre himself. He allowed himself to flow through it, and control the images it gave him. A sense of strength came to life as he saw rippling muscles along his arms form, and his anxiety scattered like Autumn leaves before a lion in his vision whose name was Confidence. He fought the lion and won its namesake, and among the trees that whistled in the wind around him, he knew he had become its master for only this short respite.

◊◊◊

Sean roused himself first. Still absorbed in the tail end of his trip, confused and in awe of the things he had seen, he stood upon wobbly legs and passed a still wide-eyed Eric. The waterboy was scrawny - the pill’s effects still raged on him despite his previous use - and Tyrone was enraptured. But Sean could feel the effects slowly fading, and he wanted more.

“Where . . . where are the better pills? I want more of that shit, man. I want the full trip. I want fucking nirvana, man. Waterboy? Waterboy?”

He slapped Eric on the side of the head. The waterboy looked at him, turned slowly, and held up a bottle of water as if it were expected of him. Sean slapped that away too.

“Fucking useless. Tyrone, which pill box was it?”

Tyrone was no good: “I’m not the person I’m meant to be,” was all he replied, in a voice full of wonder.

But the trip was fading, and Sean needed more. Stupid pool kid said the pill wasn’t addictive, but hadn’t accounted for the fact that an interrupted trip is a fucking tragedy. He looked at the row of little yellow boxes, all of them dancing and laughing at them - he hated being laughed at - and grabbed one. Large yellow pills - or were they pink? Impossible to tell - were within his reach. He took one, larger in size than the first pill, and sat it on his tongue.

“Found it, no thanks to you assholes. Here you go Ty.”

Tyrone opened his mouth as if he were automated, and accepted the pill, and Sean sat back down. He tried to get into the same head space as before, but something felt different. Something had changed. It was like a muscle was pulling on his insides, like he was itching all over. His hair was pulling away from him, his skin sensitive. He felt flushed, hot, and turned on. Really turned on. But there was no erection. In fact, he had started to feel very strange down there. He turned to Tyrone, and gasped. His friend's chiselled jaw had shrunk, and his features were softer. It even looked like his hair was growing out.

"Dude," he said through the hit. His voice sounded higher for some reason. "You look like a girl."

Tyrone began to feel his face all over. His fingers were becoming slender, and Sean could feel his own thinning, his muscles deflated and skin softening. "Woah, fuck. My skin is all weird. This is awesome."

Eric had stood up and gotten himself a new pill, not gazing at either of them. Sean puzzled while a strange pulling sensation began in his crotch. Wasn't the pill box he got still on the floor? What was Eric grabbing then? But he was knocked from that thought as the strange heat expanded beneath his bellybutton, as if his organs were rearranging. He moaned, and Tyrone moaned with him, a pair of increasingly high voices. The heat was becoming unbearable, the ache in his bones growing, particularly in his pelvis. His lips became puffy, and a curtain of brown hair obscured his vision.

"What kind of trip is this?" he said, voice cracking up another octave mid-sentence. He looked to Tyrone and couldn't find him, but a beautiful black woman was suddenly seated near him, her features becoming lovelier by the second. She had thick, full dark lips and frizzy dark hair that hung like in a mop around her head, framing dark, wanting eyes.

"Hey sexy, where did you come from?" the dark girl said, then touched her throat in confusion. “The fuck?”

But Sean was no longer paying attention, even as the woman became increasingly beautiful. His pelvis ached with pain, with a loud ‘POP’ he felt his bones shift on one side of his hips, then the other. It was like they were getting wider. His chest was becoming sore, but the cramped nature of his clothes - which seemed at once stretched and simultaneously too big for him - meant that he could only figure out what was happening by removing his jacket. The heat, the strange want, was still bubbling inside of him, and he felt as if he would die if he didn’t get his clothes off in time. Already, the dark woman was doing something similar.

There was just. Too. Much. Damn. Heat.

Sean gasped as he teared at his clothing. The high was too much. It felt too real. His ass had started to feel like an inflatable beach ball, rounded and soft. He pulled his shirt off just in time to be confronted by something else growing as well. Slowly, a deep pressure welling behind them, his chest began to expand. Sean cupped his nipples, which had become darker and larger, and cried in a mix of ecstasy and discomfort as a pair of breasts blossomed from him, growing bigger and bigger despite his attempts to push them back, until they were so large they were literally overflowing his palms. He shrieked in a soprano wail, and his massive boobs wobbled heavily, a noticeable weight on his back.

It was unreal. It was impossible. It was a trip unlike any other, and the dark-skinned woman in front of him seemed as confused and turned on as he was. The last sucking sensation between his legs completed, and in its place there was a slit between his leg that was begging to be filled. Sean couldn’t understand it, but the yearning was there. He looked to the other woman, whose own bust had expanded to a fun-sized pair, though not as big as Sean’s own. The woman bit her lip, a hand descending between her thighs.

They both had the need.

Sean’s perception of reality was slipping once more; his mind was a blur of thoughts and sensations and transformations, none of which made sense but all of which felt oh-so-damn-right. His nipples hardened. An unfamiliar moistness developed within his newly formed vagina. It was all too much. He looked around for anyone that could feel the aching need and quench the burning heat his new body was in.

And there was Eric.

As if manifesting out of the blue, the waterboy was there to quench his - her - fire. The newly christened woman was desperate, she was gorgeous, and the only man who could give her a good dicking - a dicking she couldn’t understand her sudden craving for - was right before her. Eric turned to her, and his eyes went wide.

“W-who are you? I-I don’t understand . . .”

But Sean was already moving forward, as was the other woman. The two naked girls, both busty and petite and perfect, moved on Eric like predators to prey. The boy was helpless, happily so, to their ministrations. Never before had he experienced a trip like this; two beautiful, full-breasted women ready to jump his bones. The brunette had a particularly large set of melons, and they wobbled as she crawled over to him and began pawing at his buttons.

“Please fuck me, Eric! God, I - I need you so damn bad!”

The black woman was less curvy than her counterpart, but had a face that was at once playful and seductive, her beautiful hair curling around her bare shoulders.

“No, me first! I need your cock inside of me. It’s so fucking empty and I need you to fill it!”

Already Eric had a raging erection, and it was further stoked as the two girls fought over him. It was not long before he was naked, and the two woman were pulling him towards the oversized bed he slept in. He was utterly confused and simply going along with the ride at this point, and the hands that were all over his body, teasing his cock and kissing the nape of his neck, only made him more enthusiastic.

Sean’s body was burning. She had no way of understanding that while she was certainly tripping on the latest pill, her transformation was in fact very well. The same was true of Tyrone, who failed to recognise his friend, and seemed even more eager to embrace her new form. Sean’s heart leapt as Eric took his cock out; he was well-hung for the gawky nerd she’d seen him as. But now she needed his manliness. Needed to drink it in. No, have it penetrate her.

“Me first, me first,” she whined, pushing the other woman out of the way.

“Fuck you, I need him too!”

The girls fought, until Eric spoke. “Ladies . . . p-please, I’m sure we can do this all together.”

It was all the permission they needed. Within moments, both woman were entangled with Eric. Sean felt himself be entered first. Tyrone was second, but it would not be the last that night for either of them. Both former men moaned in pleasure as Eric thrusted, the other woman getting him to play with her tits or finger her pussy. They were rabid. They were possessive. They were insatiable.

Until finally, they were fulfilled, and Eric exhausted, and the waterboy went and fetched them all water. The two magnificent new beauties nestled on either side of Eric, their warm, soft bodies curled up against his, and the threesome fell asleep together. As he went to sleep, the pill only just beginning to wane its effects on Eric, he could have sworn he had seen an experimental pill he’d canned months ago on the ground. The one labelled Gender Bender. But thinking no more of it, he fell back to sleep.

The girls had been in heat, and the waterboy had quenched their fires. But they would be in for a surprise when they woke . . .