Clarissa's Genes Get Packed
Chapters : 1 | 2
The idea for this story came from one of my well loved readers who goes
by the name Drunken Dwarf. My thanks to him. This
is the second plot idea he's suggested, and which I wrote, so
he's on a roll.
This story is written in two versions, one long and one
short. This is the short one. The long one is
titled "Packing Clarissa's Genes." The two versions were the
result of reader input where some people said they liked short stroke
stories and other people liked longer ones, with more character
development and a slower pace.
In trying to write a short stroke story I failed, initially.
It turned into the above referenced longer story. So I tried
again, using the same basic plot idea and this story was the result. So
this one is supposed to be the stroke version. At least I think so.
It's about a third as long as the first one I wrote.
You, the reader, are the judge. Take a look at them both and
see which one you like better... assuming you like either one of them
(grin). And please, let me know what you think.
Clarissa Davidson lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She was
thinking about particle physics, which might seem odd for a sixteen-year-old high school student, but it wasn't odd for Clarissa. She was a
genius, and was so far ahead of her classmates in the academic realm
that it was like comparing a kindergartener to an eighth grader.
You'd think that would have made her different than her peers in other
ways too, but such was not the case. Smart she might be, but that
didn't make life as a teenager any easier. They say that with the sweet
comes the sour. That's just life. And Clarissa was fully
engaged in life.
She and her brother, Matt were just three and two years old,
respectively, when they were orphaned. Their father's brother, Bob, was
their only living relative and he took them in. He was the only father
they remembered, really, but in honor of his brother's memory, he
insisted that he was just "Uncle Bob."
Their heritage was also present in their body makeup. Both their
parents had been thin, and the children they produced seemed to be
exact copies, physically. Neither had an ounce of fat to spare and
Clarissa had been able to pass for a boy until she was thirteen. She
hadn't even put on a top to swim in until Uncle Bob made her, when she
was twelve. He said that even though it was only in the backyard pool,
and even if nobody could see them, she was a girl and should act like
That was difficult for her. She didn't feel like a girl,
really. Even now, well into her teens, terms like "flat as a
board" applied to her well. Some of the jocks at school had
even teased her, telling her she was a "pirate's dream" and laughing.
She had to find out from her brother that that meant she had a "sunken
That she coped with that kind of thing was because of her intelligence,
though a strong dose of literal thinking helped. When Matt
had told her a pirates dream was a sunken chest, she'd taken her top
off and stared at herself in the mirror.
"My chest isn't sunken," she'd said to her reflection. "I have bumps."
In her mind, because her sixteen year old breasts rose from her chest a
couple of inches, that meant that the jocks were wrong. That made them
stupid, which meant that the fact they were cruel didn't really matter.
She'd rather think about something interesting, like string theory,
than concentrate on something a bunch of stupid jocks made jokes about.
Her brain recognized that it was getting dark outside. That reminded
her of a joke one of her science minded friends had told her earlier in
the day: "What's the speed of dark?"
She'd laughed, but she'd actually thought about it too. That was what
set her apart from other teens her age. She wondered about things like
what happened to all the photons that were already present in a room
when a light was turned off? Where did they go?
It was her turn to cook supper, though, and the coming darkness outside
reminded her of that, so she got up. Her stomach growled just to
punctuate the situation.
She got things going on the stove and then went to set the
table. She had to move four small boxes to do that. She knew
Uncle Bob had brought them home with him the night before, because
she'd seen him come in with them.
Being a curious girl, she opened one. It was full of small squares,
wrapped in plain pink waxy paper, that looked a lot like Starburst
candies, except there was no logo on the wrappers. She pulled one out, unwrapped it, sniffed it, and then popped
it into her mouth.
It tasted like candy.
The other boxes contained the same thing, except the paper wrapping was
different colors, blue, green and purple. She tried one of each,
thinking they must be different flavors, but they all tasted the same.
Getting back to supper again, she took the boxes to the snack cupboard
and put them there, next to a bag of chips. Then she continued to get
Genius she might be, but Clarissa lacked what might have changed
everything: experience. She didn't make the connection between the
candies she had just eaten and the fact that her uncle ran a biogenetic
company. She didn't make the connection between the fact that the
wrapped candies didn't have a logo on them, and were in plain, gray
cardboard boxes, instead of something devised by Madison Avenue.
And, because she didn't make those connections, she was unaware that
she had just taken a quadruple dose of a new drug her Uncle's lab was
testing. It was called RD684 and it was supposed to help regulate the
hormones of women suffering menopausal symptoms. It was a product of
the cutting edge of stem cell research and, unlike compounds that
contained synthetic estrogen and progesterone, it encouraged a woman's
body to make the real thing.
In short, it made a woman's body realize it was a woman's body. If
there was a hormonal deficiency in that body ... it tried to correct it.
And, before supper was over that night, Clarissa's body, undeveloped,
in comparison to that of most other girls her age, and hampered by the
weak genes her mother had given her, got a very shocking message from
RD684. That message was "Baby, you are a woman, and we're going to make
you look like one!"
Over the next month Clarissa overdosed on RD684 on a regular basis. Her
uncle would have been very interested in that - horrified ...but
interested - had he known. He didn't, of course. That would come later. If there had ever been a genuine absent-minded professor, he was it.
And, as so often happens when changes are relatively slow, the person
being changed didn't notice it. Her brother did, though.
"Hey Rissa," said Matt one day. Like his sister, he was thin and pale.
He didn't look sickly, exactly, but someone might assume he was
recovering from some terrible illness.
"Hmm?" Clarissa was reading a book by Stephen Hawking called "The
Nature of Space and Time."
"Did you change your hair?"
She looked up and her eyebrows rose. She always wore her hair in a pony
"Are you having a stroke?" she asked.
"It looks different somehow," he said. "I can't put my finger on it.
Maybe it's more gold or something. It looks shiny too."
Clarissa reached for her pony tail and pulled it in front of her eyes,
which went crossed as she peered at it. She realized he was right. It
did look shinier. The strands almost felt silky in her fingers. And the
color was deeper, warmer. She couldn't believe she hadn't already
"How about that," she said. "Beats me. Must be something
Matt came closer and leaned over to stare at her face.
"Your skin looks darker too. Have you been sitting out in the sun?"
"What sun?" snorted Clarissa. "It's winter, you dope."
Whether it was that incident, residing in the back of her mind, or that
she was just less able to ignore the other changes in her body, over
the next month she realized that her almost non-existent breasts were
growing. Drying off after a shower one day she looked in the mirror and
her eyes widened. She had to look down to convince herself that what
she saw in the mirror was real. Her breasts, which might have
stuck out two inches in the past, were now looking rounded.
Instead of bumps, she had humps. And the nipples were no longer just
pink blobs. They looked like actual nipples!
Her eyes took in the rest of her body. In the past, you could hang a
string from her armpit and it would lie flat along her body all the way
to her ankle. Not so any more. At first she thought her waist
had shrunk. Then she realized that her hips had swelled. It wasn't all
that much, but it was very noticeable to her.
She still didn't make the connection between the two or three candies
she ate each day after school, and the changes going on in her body.
But she started keeping an eye on things after that.
So did her brother.
"What?!" barked Clarissa, one night. Uncle Bob was working late and she
and Matt were home together. They had rented a movie to watch and it
was almost over. She was in her normal sleep wear, which was panties
and a T shirt. Matt had on pajama bottoms with his T shirt. He'd been
staring at her for most of the movie.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You're staring at me," she said.
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are," she insisted. "You've been staring at me for the whole
movie. Why am I more interesting than the movie you picked out?"
Matt was also very intelligent, though not quite on the same scale as
Clarissa. His IQ was only 116, while hers neared the top of the charts.
Like his sister, his circle of friends included only geeks. The female
ones looked much like his sister had always looked. But she didn't look
that way any more.
"You have curves," he said, being polite.
"Of course I have curves," she retorted. "I'm a girl."
"You never had them before," he pointed out.
"Duh!" she snorted. "Adolescence!" She glared at him. "And why are you
so interested anyway? I'm your sister!"
"True," he said, unruffled. "But you're starting to look like the women
in my ..." He stopped and blushed.
"Your what?" asked Clarissa.
"Never mind," he said. "You're good looking, that's all."
"Nice try," she said, sitting up. "Answer the question. Your what?"
"You're not the boss of me," he said.
He'd said that before, of course. Clarissa, being a year older and
knowing she was smarter, bossed him around just like any older sibling
might do. He resisted, even though he knew what would happen
when he did. Perhaps, considering her recent physical
development, he said what he said intentionally. If so, it
She bounded off the couch and they wrestled. They'd done this hundreds
of times in the past. It was almost a ritual. He'd resist and she'd
wrestle with him until she got the upper hand. Sometimes that upper
hand was cerebral, rather than physical, because they were both pretty
evenly matched, physically.
It was all in good fun, though, and there was laughter and taunting as
they fell to the floor and rolled over each other, each one trying to
pin down a wrist, or get control some other way. Over and
over she repeated her question: "Your what?!"
But it was different this time.
Matt was fully aware of the feel of her body, crushed against his.
Those curves he had noticed were soft, where her upper body pressed
against his, and more firm below her waist. Her T shirt rode up and his
hands, seeking to tickle or pinch, landed on a butt that felt more full
and round. It had always been somewhat bony before. He could still
pinch, but he had to take a larger chunk of skin.
He was distracted by the feel of her butt, and Clarissa saw an
opportunity she always took if she could. Her fingers darted to his
ribs and she tickled him mercilessly.
"Your what?" she shouted.
He was almost helpless. She won this way quite often, and today was no
"My Playboy!" he shouted.
She stopped suddenly.
"You have a Playboy?" She asked it in the same way she might have asked
"You've grown a third arm?"
"Uncle Bob said I could have it," he panted. She had stopped
and he was surreptitiously moving his fingers for a counter attack.
"He did?" She sounded amazed. "Why would he do that?"
Matt struck ...or thought he was striking. Things got a
little mixed up. Thinking about his Playboy made him think
about the breasts of the models he stared at as he beat off. He'd
always wanted to feel a girl's breasts, but that was a little like
wanting to walk on the moon. Maybe someday.
And so, when his fingers darted to tickle her, they somehow ended up
dancing all over her breasts. His touch was light, and
consisted of both poking gently and stroking.
For Clarissa, awareness of the change in their play came when her
nipples communicated with other parts of her body. They tingled and an
almost electric jolt of pleasure shot to her brain.
She froze and looked down to see her brother's hands cupped over her
breasts. She watched them squeeze, and felt the tingles again.
"What are you doing?" she asked, a little breathlessly.
"Tickling you," he answered, squeezing again.
"No you're not," she said. "You're feeling my breasts!"
"I guess so," he sighed, unashamed. "I'm sure glad you grew them."
"You're a pervert!" she squealed, leaning back and breaking contact
with his hands.
"No I'm not," he said, staring at what he'd so recently felt. They felt
wonderful, as far as he was concerned. "I'm a guy. All guys love boobs."
"Not their sister's boobs," she said.
"Why not?" he asked. "It's not like I'll ever get touch anybody else's."
"Why do you have a Playboy?" she asked.
"Well duh," he smirked. "I thought you were supposed to be the genius
of the family."
Understanding came, slowly at first, and then, because of what she was
currently sitting on ...which was his groin. Something moved under her
butt. She scooted back automatically to see what it was and stared at
the lump forming in the front of his PJ bottoms.
"You masturbate?!" Again, it was as if she were asking
something like "You grew a third eye?!"
"Uncle Bob said it's normal," said Matt, who didn't quite know how to
feel about the fact that his sister was staring at the front of his
PJs. The male in him decided she was female, and that was all that
mattered. He got even harder. "He said that sexual feelings can be very
distracting for a boy, so he told me it was okay to get rid of them by
"Wow," said Clarissa. She'd never thought of her brother as a sexual
being, even back when they swam topless. And she'd never thought of her
uncle as a sexual being either, even though she thought he was
handsome. Her eyes opened wide. "What about me?!"
"What about you?" asked Matt.
"Uncle Bob never told me I could masturbate!"
"You're a girl," snorted Matt. "Girls don't have the same distractions
as boys do. Everybody knows that. That's why they won't let boys do
stuff on a date."
"You are singularly unequipped to discuss what happens on dates," said
"Okay, smarty pants. When was the last time you got horny and wanted to
masturbate, but couldn't because you didn't have permission?"
"That's stupid," said Clarissa.
"All right. When was the last time you were horny and wanted to
masturbate at all?"
"I don't know," said Clarissa, feeling uncomfortable. The fact was that
she wasn't sure she'd ever been horny, and she'd certainly never
thought about masturbating. She knew the practice existed, but didn't
understand why anybody would feel the need to do it. She diverted
attention from that by asking him "How often do you get horny and
He took her question literally. "Some days it's four or five times. It
"Four or five times a day?!" she squealed.
"It only takes a couple of minutes," said Matt. "It's no big deal. I
get hard. When that happens I look at the boobs in my Playboy and the
next thing I know I'm spurting all over the place."
She covered her eyes with one hand. "More information than I needed!"
"Well you asked," he said.
She uncovered her eyes and looked down. The front of his PJs was fully
tented out now.
"You're erect now," she whispered.
"Yeah," he agreed.
"Promise you won't hit me if I answer?"
"Why would I hit you?"
"Just promise, okay?"
"Okay, I promise.
"Because I felt your boobs," he said.
"You're hard because of my boobs?" She was amazed.
"Yup," he sighed. "I bet they look just as good as the ones in my
All kinds of new emotions flittered through Clarissa. They made her
want to cry and laugh, all at the same time. She didn't know how to
feel. No boys had ever noticed her before, at least not in a positive
way. And that had stung, even though she didn't dwell on it.
Now, the first boy to notice her as a female ... was her
brother. The brother who masturbated while looking at
pictures in a Playboy. The brother who thought her breasts might look
like the ones in that magazine!
She had much to think about and, in true academic fashion, she just
stood up and walked away to do so. It was late enough that she just
went to bed.
Matt got up too. He went to bed as well. But he didn't pull
out his Playboy this time. He just closed his eyes and remembered the
feel of Clarissa's boobs as he stroked his hard cock.
He spurted within a minute.
The reason their Uncle was working late that night was because of a new
side effect of RD684 that had just been discovered in the clinical
trials going on.
It made the women horny.
There was no other explanation, really. Most of the women in the study
were over fifty and all had reported that their interest in sex had
been steadily declining over the years. Some women in the study hadn't
had either a period or sex in over a year.
All of them were now saying that their interest in sex had revived. All of them.
100%, in terms of any unexpected side effect was unheard of. Naturally, Bob and his crew were trying to figure out if this was a problem or
not. Most people would have laughed at the idea that a sex drive could
be a problem. But some of the women reported that their newly returned
desires were stronger than they'd been in years and years and
years. One woman said she kept thinking about her honeymoon,
back when she couldn't get enough. She said it was like that
now, and her husband was not able to keep up with her.
Of course, Clarissa didn't know about that either.
Another month passed. When she first found them, two months
earlier, the boxes of candy had each had ninety pieces in them. The
test packaging had been based on a dose of one per day, and a ninety
day supply. Bob had inadvertently brought a box of each color home with him, and had set them on the table to remind him to return them to the lab the next day. When they weren't there ... he wasn't reminded.
Eating two or three a day had depleted one box completely. The pink
ones were all gone, and there were now only thirty of the yellow ones
left in their box. Clarissa had thrown the first box away
when it was empty.
It would have been good if Bob had seen that box in the trash ...but he
The fact was that Clarissa had consumed a hundred and fifty doses of
RD684 in sixty days, or about two and a half times the normal dosage.
Of course ... she didn't know that, either.
What she did know was that her breasts kept growing. They got rounder,
and heavier. If she'd have thought to measure them, the tape would have read 36 and a half inches, but she didn't think to do that. She noticed that they bounced now, when she ran or
jumped. She'd never worn a bra before. She'd never even owned
a bra before. Even now she wasn't sure she wanted to get one,
because the way her nipples scraped against the fabric of her tops felt
And Matt kept staring at her. It had bothered her at first,
but only because he was her brother. Then she realized the
fact was that his attention made her feel good. Guys at school were
paying more attention to her too, but that was different somehow. She
knew Matt liked looking at her chest, but he also cared about her. He'd
talk science with her. When she was unhappy about something, he tried
to help. The guys at school liked looking at her chest ...but that was
Then there were the feelings. Lately she felt full of energy all the
time, even at bedtime. She felt jumpy ...or itchy ...or something she
couldn't quite give a name to. She thought about it a lot, and she
always came back to what Matt had said he did when he got distracted
... horny. She wondered if she was horny, too.
On another night when Uncle Bob had called to say he'd be late, she
thought about talking to Matt at supper. It was harder than she thought
it would be. They'd talked about all manner of things before, but this
was ... embarrassing. It was Matt's turn to fix supper and
clean up and she watched him fiddling with the pots on the stove and
setting the table. She didn't even realize she was moving around as she
"Quit pacing. I'm working on it," he complained. "Sit down, or
something. You're making me nervous. The potatoes need another ten
minutes and then we can eat."
Idly she went to the snack cupboard and got a candy. She was unwrapping
it when Matt saw her.
"Where'd you get that?" he asked. "Don't spoil your supper."
"One isn't going to spoil anything," she said, testily. "It's just a
little piece of candy."
"I didn't know we had those," he said. "Get me one too."
Clarissa grumbled to herself about how he told her not to eat one, and
then asked for one himself. She got one out and threw it at him.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked. "What did I do?"
"Nothing," she said. "Eat your stupid candy."
"Not bad," he said. "Toss me another one."
"I'm not your slave," she said.
He went to the cupboard and got a handful.
"Now who's ruining who's supper?" she asked.
As they were eating Matt finally spoke.
"You want to talk about it?"
"About what?" she replied.
"About whatever has you grinding your teeth."
She thought about that. She wanted to talk to him, but she
"You'd just laugh at me," she mumbled.
"Not if you don't want me to," he said.
She looked up at him. Both his voice and his demeanor said he was
telling the truth. She felt a wash of warmth slither through her body.
Whatever was going on, it wasn't his fault. And he did care about her.
"I don't want you to," she said.
"Okay, then, I won't."
She waited two whole minutes before she said anything.
"What does it feel like when you get the urge to ... you know ... with
your Playboy." She watched for the grin that would signal he was
breaking his promise, but it didn't come.
"Mostly I just get hard," he said. "I mean when I get hard, I know to
"But how do you feel when you're getting hard?"
"Oh," he said. "You mean what gets me hard?"
"I guess so."
"Lots of things," he said. "I get hard when I think about certain girls
at school. I get hard every time I go into Ms. Jakowitz's
class, but if you tell Uncle Bob I'll swear you're lying."
"I'm not going to tell him," said Clarissa. "You can't do
that at school, though."
"Yeah," he said. "That's when I spend the whole afternoon horny and I
beat off as soon as I get home."
"What does horny feel like?" she asked.
He looked at her and raised his eyebrows, but he didn't laugh.
"I dunno. I get all anxious feeling, I guess."
"Like you have all this energy and it won't come out?" she asked.
"Yeah, like that."
"And you can't concentrate?"
"Yeah, that too."
"Matt ..." she gulped. "I think I'm ... horny!"
He put his fork down. "You think you're horny?"
"Lately I feel like I'm going to just burst if I don't do something,
but I can't tell what it is that I'm supposed to do. I can't sleep. I
get these itchy feelings. I think about you masturbating!"
"You're horny," he said firmly. "This never happened before?"
"No!" she moaned.
He leaned back. "Well, it's really no big deal. I mean I take care of
it all the time ... you know."
"But I don't know how to take care of it," she whined. "How did you
He blinked. Then he smiled, but she could tell it wasn't about her. He
"I was in the shower one time, and my penis got hard while I was
washing it. It felt good to keep washing so I just did. Pretty soon I
got this crazy feeling that was like a pain, but it felt good, so I
just kept going. Then it got really painful, except I couldn't stop
then and stuff squirted out of my penis and I felt fantastic." He
blushed. "I thought I'd hurt myself at first, but my penis got all soft
again and everything just felt good. The next time I got hard, I did it
again and ...I guess that's about it."
"I don't have a penis," she said mournfully. "I don't know what to do."
Matt looked around, as if he expected somebody else to be there.
"If I tell you something, do you swear you'll never snitch on me?"
Her big sister radar flicked on, but he hadn't laughed at her and she
knew this was important, somehow, so she nodded.
He leaned forward.
"I was fooling around on the internet one time and I got this porn
She couldn't help herself. "You know Uncle Bob said not to do
"I know," he admitted. "But it just popped up, and I was curious. I
took a look and then I got rid of the cookie so he wouldn't find out."
"Okay," she said.
"Well, the thing is ...they had videos on there ...and some of them
were of women masturbating."
"Get out!" she said.
"No, really! They were doing it. They were rubbing between
their legs. Remember how we learned about the clitoris in sex ed, but
they didn't say what it was for? Well, on this video, they
were rubbing that like crazy and sticking fingers in their pussy and
moaning about how good it felt and everything!"
"Don't use words like 'pussy'," she said automatically. "It makes you sound stupid." Then she looked confused. "But when I have my period I put a Tampax in and
it never felt good!"
"I guess it's different when you rub around down there," he said. "I
don't know. It's just way different than what guys do."
She bit her lip.
"Could you ...show me?"
"Show you what?" he asked.
"How they do it, stupid!"
His eyes widened. "They were ... um ... naked. So ... would you get
She blushed. "I guess."
"Yes!" he gasped. "I can do that!"
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