The Light – part 1

Abduction, forced milking, mystery

A father and son have an alien encounter

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The Light – Part 1

Steven pulled the car into the driveway and before it had fully come to a stop, his son Harry started clambering out of the passenger seat, still wearing his soccer uniform. A few moments later, the front door of their house opened, and his wife Penny cautiously emerged. A look of shock painted itself onto her face, and she lifted both hands to her mouth.

“Steven?” she said, her voice quavering.

A moment later, Steven’s daughter appeared behind her looking equally shocked.

Steven frowned.

“Uhh, yes sweetheart. Is everything okay?”

“Oh my god, it’s you!” Penny proclaimed, running and throwing herself at her husband. Where have you been all this time?

Steven frowned again, and looked at his watch over her shoulder as she hugged him.

“It’s only 9.25 honey. We’re earlier than usual.”

She stepped back and Emma replaced her, hugging her father fiercely.

“Daddy, daddy, you’re back!”

Harry watched the scene with bemusement.

“Okay, very funny guys but April fools was a long time ago.”

His mother ran towards him, and cupped his cheek in her hands.

“Oh my god Harry, we’ve missed you so much!”

She kissed him repeatedly on the cheek.

“Uhhh, moom, it’s only been like three hours.”

“Three hours? You’ve been gone for more than two years!”

Harry stared at her, his bemusement evaporating, as he started to feel unsettled.

Steven started walking towards the house

“Nice try sweetheart, but…”

He looked at his daughter. She was 11 years old. But now she looked significantly different to when he had last seen her. She looked back at him.

“Daaad?” she queried, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You look… different.”

“Of course, I do. You haven’t seen me for two years!”

Steven looked at his wife.

“We drove straight home from practice. 15 minutes tops.”

She looked back at him. They had a strong relationship. There was no reason for either of them to suspect the other of lying. Steven got out his phone and activated the screen. He swiped left and opened the calendar app, then stared at it in disbelief.

“Daaad…” Harry said, feeling increasingly disquieted.

“23^rd September 2026.”

Harry ran over to join his father, and he looked down at the screen to confirm what it said.

“Check your phone,” Steven said.

Harry pulled his phone out of his pocket and loaded the app. It gave the same information.

“It can’t be. We came straight home.”

Penny spoke.

“We had the police out; they searched the road to the sport centre. They even checked the edges to see if you had a crash and went into the forest. We called everyone we know. We drove up and down the road a hundred times, and they helped. We even checked the lake in case…”

Her voice cracked.

“Your mom and dad came and helped, and my parents stayed over. The cell phone company checked your phones. There was nothing. The church held a prayer vigil for you, and Harry’s soccer club did a fund-raiser and they helped putting up posters all over the county. The radios and cable news ran stories. It was like you disappeared off the face of the Earth.”

“Sweetheart,” Steven said, a knot in his stomach, but forcing himself to be calm “I don’t know what’s happened, but I swear to you by the lord god almighty, we drove straight home. We didn’t stop. We didn’t take any diversions. Nothing weird happened.”

Penny looked him in the eyes, holding his gaze for five long seconds before breaking.

“I don’t know what’s happened, but I’m just glad you’re home now. We’d better tell the police. Everybody is going to be so happy to have you back.”

Emma threw herself at Harry and hugged him fiercely. She was crying.

“I thought we were never going to see you again Harry,” she squealed, “It was so horrible. We didn’t know if you’d been kidnapped, or you ran away, or you died in a crash.”

“I would never run away from you squirt. Who would help with your homework?”

He couldn’t help but notice that she had breasts now.

She stepped away, wiping tears of joy from her eyes.

“I’ll be helping YOU now!”

“How long did you say it was?” he asked her.

“Nearly two years,” she sniffled.

“So, you’re still a long way behind me.”

She jumped into his arms, staggering him. He lifted her for a moment, then put her down abruptly and picked up his sports bag. She looked at him hurt.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing sis, I just need to use the bathroom. Your squeezing made me wanna pee.”

She grinned, accepting the explanation, and Harry held the bag in front of his groin, covering the vertical erection that conspicuously tented his silky soccer shorts.

 

 

For the next three days, Steven and his son faced a barrage of questions from the police, Penny, Emma, their family members, friends, doctors, psychiatrists, and even the local press. All that the pair could tell anyone on the matter, was that they had come straight home from Harry’s soccer practice and nothing unusual had happened on the journey. They were both deeply unsettled by the loss of almost two years of their lives; two years that neither of them had any memory of.

In the end, Harry got sick of it, and refused to answer any more questions. As they were preparing for dinner one day, he said, “Dad, do you get the feeling that no one believes us? I mean they’re polite an’ all, but I just get the feeling they all think we’re lying.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I can’t really blame them; after all what would you think if Matt or Freddie just disappeared and when they came back they said they didn’t know where they’d been?”

Harry thought for a moment about his closest friends, then frowned and sighed.

“I see what you mean. It’s just so frustrating; everyone acting like we’re pulling a scam, or outright lying.”

He turned to his mother.

“You believe us don’t you mom?”

She paused for a few moments looking into his face. When she replied, her tone was measured.

“It’s very hard to understand honey. I mean, how could you just disappear without knowing that you were gone?”

She took a deep breath.

“But yes, I do believe you Harry. You’ve never been a liar, and you seem as upset by this as your sister and me were when you didn’t come home. Also, I can see that you’re not the same guys that walked out of here two years ago.”

“I feel like I should apologise, but what for?” Harry said. “I mean, from my point of view, we just drove home. Why should I apologise for that?”

“You shouldn’t honey. I don’t know what’s happened, but you did nothing wrong. We’ll get through this.”

“To make things worse, from our point of view, it’s the start of summer, but now it’s the end. I missed the entire summer recess.”

She smiled, amused by his very teenage concern.

“You can take an extra couple of weeks off,” his father said. “That’d be okay wouldn’t it darling?” he asked, addressing his wife.

“Of course, it is. This whole business has been pretty traumatic for us all. Maybe we could take a vacation for a week. Go somewhere hot. Get away from all the questions.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Harry agreed enthusiastically.

“Can I go too?” Emma chimed in.

“No, we were going to leave you with the neighbours,” Penny said. “I think they have an old doghouse you can sleep in.”

Emma gave her a girly two handed shove.

“Funneeee!”

 

“There is one more thing,” Steven said.

He turned to Emma.

“Em, would you give us a few minutes please. I need to talk to Harry about something personal.”

“You mean the boners?” she snickered.

Harry blushed.

“You noticed?” he said.

“How could I miss them? Walking around with a great big pole poking your trousers out all the time.”

His blush deepened.

“Emma, can you leave us for five minutes please,” Penny said a little more assertively.

“It’s only a boner. Lots of boys get them in my class.”

“How would you know?” her mother asked.

“Because they talk about them.”

“I hope that’s the only way you know?”

“Well, I’ve seen a couple of lumps in class. Not anywhere as big as Harry’s,” she added. “And I’m always playing with them all behind the gym. It’s like baton practice back there!”

Penny didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, she smirked.

“Oh, that’s nice for you. I hope you washed your hands afterwards? Now would you please give us 10 minutes.”

Emma smirked back, then kissed her brother on the cheek.

“I’m glad you’re back, but don’t take too long. I’m starving.”

She walked upstairs to her room.

 

As soon as she was out of earshot, Steven said, “So, you have been getting them? It’s not just me.”

Harry looked at his father with surprise.

“You’ve been getting them too?!”

“Yes, very much so.”

“He’s been like a horny teenager,” Penny added playfully.

“How often?” Steven asked his son.

“I don’t know, half dozen times a day maybe,” then he added, “For an hour each time.”

“I’m not being funny with you, but that’s unusual for you right?” Steven asked.

“Yeah, of course it is. I mean, I’m not saying I didn’t… you know, get them often before, but not for that long, and I’m so, well, so…”

He considered how to word it.

“Horny?” his father offered.

“Yeah, like almost pass-out horny, if you know what I mean?”

“I do. I’ve not felt like that for 20 years. I thought I’d outgrown it.”

“Oh, thanks honey!” Penny said to lighten the mood.

“Not that I don’t find you incredibly attractive,” he said, pulling her to him.

“Nice save. Schamoooth,” she said smiling.

 

Harry continued.

“And there’s another thing…”

He hesitated and looked at his mother. She smiled reassuringly.

“We’re all mature here Harry. You can be honest.”

He considered whether to be completely honest. He sighed deeply.

“Well, normally I could just, you know,” he mimed a masturbating hand, “and then I wouldn’t get them for most of the day. A few hours at least.”

They were a strongly religious family; Pentecostal Christian. They had no massive Catholic hangups about masturbation, but it was certainly not something they generally talked about.

“But that’s not working anymore?” his mother offered.

Harry shrugged sheepishly.

“Not exactly.”

She frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m, um, well, masturbation doesn’t work, if you know what I mean, but then sometimes I just can’t stop. It just happens, in my pants,” he explained, excruciatingly embarrassed. “Even if I just; you know, did it before.”

“An orgasm?” she clarified.

Harry nodded.

“I have to keep my pants stuffed with kitchen roll. It can get messy.”

“It’s the same with your father. I don’t know what happened to you, but it’s affected your libido dramatically.”

“Libido – what’s that?”

“Your sex drive.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely.”

 

She approached him, her eyes kindly, and ran her finger over his top lip. The peach fuzz was darkening.

“You’re growing a moustache. There was no sign before. And you’re taller. I guess wherever you’ve been, you kept growing.”

“Have you noticed anything else growing?” his father asked.

Harry shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess. I mean, my junk is much bigger now, especially my balls.”

“How much bigger?” his mother asked.

“I dunno. Two or three times bigger than before maybe. I never paid attention before.”

“May we take a look Harry?” Penny asked.

“What you? Here? What if someone sees?”

Steven grinned.

“That’s kind of the idea. No-one else can see. I can show you mine first if you want?”

“Uh, no, no thanks; no need,” Harry said hurriedly. “This is weird enough as it is.”

He stood up reluctantly and undid the waist button of his trousers. Clearly cringing, he looked at his parents, then pushed his cargo shorts and underwear down in one movement, keen to get the humiliation over with. Inside, there was a wad of moist paper towel. He removed it and his genitals tumbled out. His thick penis flopped down like a small elephant trunk; six inches soft; and his testicles were the size of two large chicken eggs, hanging ripely below.

“I assume you don’t shave down there?” she asked.

“No, never.”

“Hmmmm.”

His mother nodded slowly.

“What? What does that mean?” Harry demanded.

“Your genitals are exceptionally large for your age. Heck, they’re large for ANY age. Your father’s are even bigger.”

She turned to her husband and Steven pushed his jeans and underwear down in one swift motion. He was wearing an adult diaper.

“A diaper?” Harry asked, incredulously, unable to completely stifle a smirk.

“You’re not the only one having trouble controlling his orgasms,” his father said.

He pushed the diaper down. Within, his flaccid penis was two inches longer than his son’s, and his testicles were the size of two goose eggs. He was as smooth as his son.

Harry’s eyes grew wide.

“They’re massive.”

“You’re both extremely well endowed in that area.” Penny said. “A real couple of stallions.”

“What do you mean by that?!” Harry demanded.

“Oh, I’m sorry darling. They always say that well-endowed men are hung like horses, but with the size of your testicles, I don’t know if prize bulls would be a better comparison.”

“Mooom. This is my junk you’re talking about!”

“I’m sorry. That was crude wasn’t it? Do you mind if I…”

Without waiting for an answer, she slowly reached towards his groin, and Harry resisted the urge to pull away. She hefted his testicles in her palm, then gently rolled first one then the other between her fingers.

“Very heavy. Just like your father’s. I assume you weren’t that big before?”

“No, but I’m still growing so maybe…”

“Your father’s a bit old for puberty, and he’s at least twice the size he was when you disappeared. Something very strange happened to you both while you were away.”

“Yeah. It feels like I’ve got two bowling balls in my shorts.”

“We’ll have to get you something with better support,” she offered.

“If you could make the boners stop too, I’d appreciate it.”

She smiled sympathetically.

“There’s nothing I can do about that, but we could speak to doctor Rani if you like?”

“Well, maybe give it a bit longer to see if they go away,” Harry stalled, even less willing to show his privates to a stranger.

“One more thing;” his father enquired. “when you orgasm do you… erm, produce more than usual?”

Harry face showed his disdain.

“Yeah, like half a cup every time. It gets really messy.”

Penny looked at her son’s outsized penis. Harry became even more self-conscious, and stuffed it back into his boxers, along with his enormous testicles. He carefully rearranged the paper towel around his glans.

“How long has since your last boner?” his father asked.

“I dunno. Like, a couple hours maybe.”

“So, you’re due then.”

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t notice? They come exactly 102 minutes apart.”

Harry frowned.

“You’re kidding right?”

“Why would I fool around about something like this?”

“But it’s dinner time and I’m starving.”

“Time for a baggy sweatshirt then I guess.”

Harry suddenly noticed something that has not attracted his attention before; his father was uncharacteristically wearing a baggy sweatshirt. Harry’s mouth slowly opened as comprehension dawned on him. Steven winked.