The Invitation
By Shadowman
This was largely inspired by the Metaled Sharon thread on the unending BE Adventure. Thanks to those who contributed to it. Id appreciate feedback, which can be left at www.overflowingbra.com
        
        
        
        Improve your cock and get the perfect woman! the e-mail started. Steve stared at the screen and shifted uncomfortably. A senior at Edison High, Steve had been having bad luck recently. The rejection letter from Harvard was bad, but his breakup with Rachel had been worse. 
        By all rights Rachel never should have dated him, but she was unconventional to start with. With sleek black hair and an athletic figure shed been on the cheerleading team since freshman year. Money gushed from her family and she was always on top of the latest fashions and tastes. Of course she hung out with her peers, snooty prima-donnas and hunky footballers. Steve himself wasnt unappealing. A lynch-pin of the schools relay team, he kept his body and mind in good shape. But he also read poetry and studied medieval history in his free time, which put him a peg down in a world that required only undiluted machismo. Still, Rachel had seem something in him, and he in her. 
        Theyd dated for almost a year when she dumped him, hard. After a late night out, including a couple drinks and some rather heavy petting, Steve had taken her back home. Her kiss lingered quite a while until she finally pulled away from him and gently plucked his hands from her hips. Im sorry Steve, she says, staring at him with her giant brown eyes, But we cant do this anymore. With that she slipped out of the car and flounced to her home, never looking back.
        The next day Steve had seen her practically clinging to Bret Johnson, the schools star quarterback. Its often said that the quarterback has to be the field general of a team, and win by applying his mind. Brets mind hit with the thud of a bag of hammers. Entirely not Rachels type. All through lunch Steve seethed in a corner of the cafeteria, watching Bret, Rachel, and the rest of the school royalty preen. Had it all been a sham, he wondered. Had Rachel just been playing with him?
        So Steve was in a sensitive state when he read the e-mail. He knew it was junk, of course, as did anybody with two brain cells to rub together. But it didnt look like it. Proper grammar and punctuation abounded, and there were none of the usual tricks. It looked and sounded quite professional. A link at the bottom said he could get a trial for thirty days and pay nothing. As soon as he clicked it, he got a response. Thank you! Your free trial is on its way! We think youll agree that our amazing new process beats all others combined!. Steve frowned at the screen. It hadnt asked him for any money, but it hadnt asked for his address either. He shrugged it off and went to bed.
	The next day Steve returned home from school to find a box sitting on the front steps. His sister was staying late at school for a swim meet, and his parents were still working. He scooped up the box and went inside, turning it about curiously. On the box were his name and address, neatly printed on an overnight shipping label. It conspicuously lacked a return address. Steve went up to his room and opened the box.
	Inside a flurry of packing peanuts was a long white box with a piece of paper rubber-banded to it. The paper read:
	Thank you for choosing to participate in our test. We have developed a revolutionary new product that has tremendous commercial potential. While not refined and complete, we believe it to be entirely safe and wish you to test it. Please write down your thoughts and comments after thirty days and use the enclosed envelope to contact us. The envelope was addressed to a post office box in Kansas City. Steve opened the box to find a syringe nestled in cotton, filled with a viscous silvery fluid. The intent was obvious, but Steve didnt like it. The house was still empty, and he looked at the syringe. How bad can it be? he thought, and reached over. He picked it up and found a spot in his elbow to inject it. The needle went in without any pain, and he slowly injected the silvery liquid until it was all gone. He removed it and put it aside, gripping the edge of the desk and waiting for some tragedy. It didnt come. The clock ticked on ominously, but he still felt fine. Not better or worse, but exactly the same. He shrugged. He put the syringe down on his desk and got to work.
        Several hours later Steve finished. He stretched out on his bed and pressed at his jeans. A little while ago hed gotten a hard-on, and it hadnt gone away. Steve wasnt a particularly horny boy, but he did like to jack off. Rachel had even gone down on him a few times, much to his enjoyment. It muted the fact shed adamantly refused to have actual sex with him. Steves hand worked into his pants and he started to finger his rod. Instantly, he knew something was wrong. He rolled off his bed and ripped them off to find himself holding a large piece of metal.
        Perfectly buffed, he almost thought he could see himself in it. It curved just the way it should, and blended in perfectly with his skin. His cock had turned to metal! It was bigger too, almost a foot long, and his balls felt bigger and heavier too. Yet he could feel his fingers on it. He stroked slowly, up and down the smooth surface. The sensations were incredible, and he fell over onto his bed, beating himself to climax. It was intense and he spurted all over his stomach, some of the ejaculate hitting his neck. It was all silvery goo, just like had been in the syringe.
        Steve was really too panicked to think clearly about this change. After all, important sexual organs changing into living metal didnt happen every day, and it was something his mind wanted to suppress. He quickly dashed down to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Returning to his room, Steve put his clothes back on. It was a bit difficult, with a foot-long, immovable hard-on, but he got it back into his pants, despite creating a rather noticeable lump. He hoped it wouldnt be too conspicuous.
        The rest of the day went slowly, as Steve had dinner with his family. He did is his best to seem normal, but wound up worrying hed be too normal. He got a few glances from his parents, and his sister made faces at him across the table, but nobody said anything. After dinner he went back to his room, claiming a headache. He got his homework in order for the next day and slipped into bed, doing his best to ignore the weight on his legs.
        Steve arrived at school a bit early the next day. He swung into the senior parking lot and slunk into the building. Dressing had been a challenge, trying to find something that wouldnt emphasize his new changes. Hed managed to wrangle most of his metal member into a cup, and put sweatpants on over it. There was still something of a lump, but at least he could sit down without embarrassment. Steve grabbed a soda from the machine in the cafeteria, and as he turned a corner into the hallway he nearly collided with Rachel.
        Rachel had always been beautiful, but recently shed been dressing to show it off more. Today was no exception. Shed pulled her black hair up into two pigtails that burst up almost like fountains before dropping back to her shoulders. A dress shirt was open far down her cleavage and knotted up to show quite a bit of her stomach. She must have been wearing a push-up bra, Steve concluded. Rachel had always known how to make the most of her B-cup endowments, but she definitely seemed bigger than before. A loose plaid skirt wrapped around her waist and came maybe a quarter of the way down her thighs, showing off quite a bit of leg, definitely her best features. The whole outfit gave her a catholic school girl gone wrong look, and it worked.
        Steve stammered a bit and took a step back. It was the first time hed had to talk to her directly since the breakup, and he managed to get out, Hi, Rachel.
        Rachel smirked, her black-lipsticked lips turning up at the corners. Hi Steve she said, almost mockingly, Howve you been?
        Steve stared at her for a minute, Fine, he admitted.
        She looked him over, Whats with the sweatpants? she asked, Youre taking care of yourself, right? Her tone was the sugary sweet of  forced pleasantry.
        Steve nodded. He couldnt help but notice Rachels gaze lingering on his crotch. He was rather relieved, since he was taking the chance to look at Rachels cleavage. Rachel finally looked back up and said, You know Steve, I feel so bad about dumping you like that. I didnt mean to be so bitchy.
        Steve straightened, Then what did you mean?
        Well, Rachel start, glancing away and rolling her hand, It just wasnt working for me. I didnt feel satisfied. She reached out and patted him on the shoulder, But its not your fault, and youre a sweet guy.
        Steve glared at her and spat out, And youre satisfied with Bret?
        Rachels smirk widened and she fluttered her eyelashes, Bret has certain abilities. Talents. She wriggled her hips a bit for emphasis.
        Steve could feel his face going red. All that time Rachel had insisted she wanted to wait for sex. Im not good enough? he asked,
        Rachel shook her head, to his surprise. No, too good. Look, youre smart, and funny, and handsome. Youre just the guy Id want to date in five years. But not now. Youve got no passion. Come on, weve got to have some fun while we can!
        Steve sighed, Okay, fine, he said. Rachel took his hand, though, as he turned to go. But if youve got it in you, she says, Maybe we could get back together. Then, suddenly, she started off at a quick pace, dragging Steve with her. Come! she barked.
        She lead him around a corner and down a hallway. With a  quick glance to make sure things were clear, she opened the janitors closet and pulled Steve in behind her. It was cramped and they were right next to each other. Instinctively, Steve reached out around Rachels waist and pulled her close. She did the same, wrapping her hands about his shoulders. Excited yet? she asked, bumping her hips against his.
        Steve had to admit he was. Rachel nodded, a motion Steve could hear in the dark, I can tell, she said in a sultry tone. I always thought you were afraid of methat you didnt want to think of me sexually.
        I didnt, Steve replied, I like who you are.
        Rachel came up and kissed him, I do too. I like that you could look at me without just wanting to get into my pants. But I also like to feel sexy, sometime. Wanted. Come on, youve thought about it.
        Of course, he said, But you kept saying no.
        Rachels right hand slipped from his shoulder and started down his body, Yes, I know. I didnt want it to be bad. People think all sex is good, but its not. It can be terrible. I didnt want that with you. Anyway, I wasnt sure you wanted it.
        Steve was struck by this and gave Rachel a squeeze, How could you think that? he asked, You know I care about you. I like your mind, and I like your body. When we fooled around, you were great. I always wanted to, but I didnt want you to think I was one of those guys.
        Rachel made a hum, Like Bret? she asked,
        Yes, Steve admitted.
        Rachel gave a light aw, and slipped her left leg around Steves right, I never let him touch me, you know. But Ill let you touch me, she said. Her right hand had drifted to his crotch and worked into give it a squeeze. She said in a rather surprised tone, You really are excited!
        Steve nodded. He reached down and slipped off his sweat pants and dropped his underwear after undoing the cup. His metal member popped out, ready for anything and feeling quite powerful. Tingles of excitement were already coursing through Steve. Rachel put her hands on Steves shoulders and pushed down, lifting herself up. She planted her feet on the shelves on either side of the small closet. She flipped up her skirt and pushed her panties out of the way. Her hands wrapped about Steves waist and pulled him in.
        Steve had only had sex once before, but under Rachels cool guidance it was easy. His head found her warm cunt easily and slipped into her. She was already wet and he met little resistance. It was just as well, since he wasnt ready to explain why his meat wasnt. Rachel gave a soft moan when he entered her, doing her best to keep quiet.
        Their lovemaking was fast and frenzied as Steve found a quick rhythm, pounding in and out of Rachel like a piston. For her part, Rachel squirmed and bit her lip as her inner walls pulsed against Steve. She shuddered as an orgasm came and went, her whole body trembling and shaking. Rachel let a moan slip out and her fingernails dug into Steves back. Her next crest started to come as Steve let out grunts of his own, a tense feeling building in his balls and all through his inanimate cock. His orgasm stunned him as he came into Rachel. She reacted with equal fervor on his release, pulling herself up to him with a startled gasp and rolling her head back.
        Steves cum seemed to go on for quite a bit, but they couldnt tell given the way things seem during sex.  Steve slipped forward and kissed Rachel, who let it linger as she lifted her hips and rose off him. Steve reached down and pulled back quickly to keep Rachel from finding out. Fine time to reveal he was a freak. Strangely, he didnt feel any fluid on his cock, just the smooth polished metal hed felt before.
        Rachel gave a sudden buck and dropped down from the shelves. She almost collided with Steve as she dropped to her knees, gasping for breath. What!? she managed to get out before her voice choked up. Steve reached up and fumbled for the light switch. The bare bulb snapped on, cutting through the darkness. Rachel was on her hands and knees. Her hair was mussed, but she looked otherwise fine. Rachel sat back up on her legs, clasping her chest, It burns! she whimpered. She ripped off her top and scratched at her bra, trying to remove it. Steve knelt down beside her and did so, unhooking it.
        Rachels breasts bounced free and seemed to expand. Rachels distress abated somewhat she still scratched. Steve stared. Were they bigger? It certainly seemed they were. He watched closely and then nodded, convinced Rachels breasts were expanding. Where once her hands could cover them, they now spilled out over the edges of her hands. As they grew, Rachel got more and more docile. Soon Rachels hands couldnt cover half of them. They slipped away from her breasts as she passed out.
        Steve patted Rachels face lightly, No, not now, come on Rachel, wake up. He pleaded. As she lay there unconscious, the changes continued. Rachels nipples became quite erect as her breasts slowed their inflation. The nipples became pointed and reformed into small metal spikes, like something from a punk wristband. Down at her feet Rachels shoes had turned to silver and started to creep up her legs. Steve watched as a thin film worked its way up her calves and stopped just below her knees. The toes of the shoes became remarkably pointed, and they bent as spiked heels grew down from the shoes. Rachels feet had been contorted so she could walk in the strangely high footwear. Steve couldnt figure out how hed even get them off her. He looked at his girlfriends strange legs and newly inflated breasts.
        Those breasts were magnificent. They were round and firm, yet big as basketballs. Steve rolled Rachel onto her back and slid up on her, massaging her breasts. Rachel started to moan, intense pleasure shooting through her as she drifted back to consciousness. Steve kept massaging them, and even leaned down to lick at one of Rachels metal nipples. She gave a quick, shrill shriek of surprise. Steves hand shot out and covered her mouth, Rachel, are you awake? he hissed. She nodded. He could see her eyes now, no longer brown, but with silver irises instead. They were still sexy, and they were dewy with tears, You have to keep quiet, Steve warned. He moved his hand away.
        I feel so strange, Rachel said, Whats happened to me? Whats going on, Steve!? Her voice became increasingly hysterical as she spoke.
        Steve said, I think its my fault. I.let me show you. He stood up next to Rachel and held his metal cock out. Her eyes went wide. I didnt mean anything bad, he explained quickly, But I think whatever did this to me did it to you too.
        Rachel was stunned. She knew Steve had felt different, but she couldnt place it during the sex. As she looked at it, a desire built in Rachel. She admitted in a soft tone, I think its great.
        Steve was surprised, but he smiled and said, Passionate enough?
        Rachel nodded. Steve said, Ill get you home, Rachel, and well fix this somehow. He managed to get his clothes back on and then looked at Rachel. Her old bra wouldnt fit, but he took her shirt and quickly ripped it into strips. Tying them together he made a makeshift top that just barely covered  the bottom half of Rachels giagantic new breasts. Steve opened the door slowly and poked his head out, peering left and right. The school was still quiet, so he took Rachel in his arms and helped her to her feet. She was wobbly in the heels, but they managed to makes low but steady progress out of the school. Steve worried Rachel would make too much of a racket with her metal feet, but nobody seemed to be around to notice, or care if they did. 
