CRAVINGS TRIGGERED

Dr. Stephen Jose sat at his desk and stared down at the pages of test results. He periodically made notes with his pen.

Stacey Finley sat across the desk and nervously twisted her wedding ring around her finger. She kept telling herself that she was making the right choice as she anxiously awaited the results.

After about a minute or so, Dr. Jose looked up at the beautiful mother and said,

"Mrs. Finley...I think Alex would be an excellent candidate for the WICK-Tropin program."

"You think so, Doctor?" Stacey smiled and replied.

Dr. Jose returned her smile and replied, "Yes, I do...I really do." Dr. Jose continued, "Your son appears to be quite healthy, and I see no reason why we should not proceed."

Stacey was by choice, a stay-at-home mom, and nothing was more important to her than taking care of her family. In addition to running a hectic household, she also kept busy with other meetings.

Stacey was now forty-three years of age, but no one would know by looking at her. She stood 5' 8" and had long brown hair, hazel eyes, and a voluptuous figure. She credited her youthful looks to a combination of good family genes and daily exercise.

She looked over at her son, Alex, who sat in the chair to her right. She patted his arm and said, "See Honey...finally, some good news!"

Alex smiled and replied, "Yeah...finally!"

Alex had just turned nineteen and was a junior in high school. He was born premature, and during his childhood, he battled severe health issues. Because of that, Alex was absent from school quite a bit and was held back a year. He was in good health now, but the condition had stunted his growth substantially. By appearances, Alex looked more like a twelve-year-old boy instead of a young adult.

Alex had inherited his mom's brown hair and hazel eyes, and he was a handsome lad, but his slight build and stature greatly affected his self-confidence. The endocrinologist who treated Alex had tried conventional growth hormones in the past, but they had little to no effect, and this left the Stacey very frustrated. Since then, they have been searching for alternatives.

Several months went by until one day, she heard about Dr. Michael Jose. He worked previously with the Center for disease control and prevention. His experimental research with glandular and hormonal abnormalities was well respected.

However, he was considered sort of a maverick. He had a reputation for bending the rules and, at times, breaking them.

Stacey reached over and squeezed her son's hand and asked Dr. Jose, "So...what's the next step?"

Dr. Jose sat back in his large leather chair and removed his reading glasses, "Well...if you agree to the treatment, we can begin right away."

"We will start with a series of WICK-Tropin injections twice a week for four weeks. This will help kick-start the effects. After that, we will change over to a pill version for the next three to six months."

"And how safe is this...WICK-Tropin?" Stacey asked with a terrified tone.

Dr. Jose smiled at the concerned mother,

"Well, Mrs. Stacey. I fully understand your reservations. As anyone in my field can tell you, nothing is 100% guaranteed, and this is, after all, an experimental drug."

Dr. Jose stood up and walked around to the front of his desk.

"However, with that being the case, what I can guarantee is this, we will make it our top priority to do everything possible to help your son along with keeping him safe."

Stacey quietly thought as she pondered the doctor's words. Alex leaned over towards his mom and said, "Mom? What do you think?"

Stacey looked back to Dr. Jose, "What will be our financial responsibilities?"

"Ah! The financial burden, you ask?" Dr. Jose turned back to his desk and picked up a small stack of papers then handed them to Alex, "Here is the agreement for your review."

Stacey took the papers and began to read.

"We have a group of private investors that are financing the experiment." Jose added before she could finish reading.

Stacey looked up at Dr. Grant, "Private investors?"

"Yes...it is quite common for research of this type. With that being the case, your responsibility will be zero."

Stacey biting her bottom lip continued to read. It all looked legit, but she still felt a little guilty going behind her husband's back.

"Please, Mom...I want to try this!" Alex voiced out.

Stacey looked into her son's pleading eyes and asked, "Are you sure, Honey?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sure." Alex nodded.

Stacey looked up at Dr. Jose and sighed, "Well, Doctor, where do we sign?"

****** Two Weeks Later ******

It was morning, and Stacy hummed one of her favorite 80's tunes as she prepared breakfast. Her plan for the day consisted of house cleaning and laundry, so she was dressed in her usual tee-shirt and yoga pants.

At that time, Robert entered the kitchen and noticed his wife busy frying some bacon, and cheerfully said,

"Well, hello, beautiful."

Stacey looked back towards her husband and replied, "Hello yourself, handsome." She turned back towards the stove and heard Robert say,

"Actually, I was speaking to the bacon."

"Oh, is that so?" Stacey chuckled. She set the spatula down on the counter then walked over to her husband and began straightening his necktie,

"Well Mr. Finley...the next time you try getting frisky with me, I am going to toss you a package of bacon and then see how that works out for you." They both laughed, and Robert kissed his wife on her beautiful red lips.

Stacey wished Robert would try getting frisky. Due to his workload lately, he had been exhausted, and the lack of bedroom activity had Stacey very frustrated.

Stacey and Robert met while in college. They went to different schools but met during their formative age. They were introduced by mutual friends and shortly after began their courtship.

Robert was not like the joke types that Stacy had dated in her past. He was astute, courteous, and a true gentleman. With his sandy blonde hair and green eyes, she found him to be very handsome. He reminded her of her dad, whom she adored. It did not take long for the couple to fall in love.

"Where's Alex? He's usually down here before me." Looking around the kitchen, Robert asked.

Stacey set a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast on the table and replied, "I'm not sure, but you're right." With her hand, she motioned Robert to his chair, "I'll go check on him...you sit and eat."

Stacey turned off the burner then went upstairs to check on Alex. She lightly knocked on his door and slowly opened it to find the room still dark.

The only light in the room was the soft glow of the computer monitor on his desk. After a few seconds, Stacey's eyes adjusted to the low light, and she walked over to Alex's bed.

She heard him gently snoring and could tell that he was still sleeping. Gently shaking his shoulder, she spoke softly, "Alex honey...you need to get up...you'll be late for school."

"Ughhh. I don't feel so good, Mom." Alex rolled over towards Stacey and groaned

Placing her hand on Alex's forehead, "Oh Alex! You are burning up with fever...I'll be right back." She left the room for a couple of minutes and returned with some drugs and a glass of water.

She walked over to Alex and sat down on the bedside, "Here honey...take this."

Alex lifted himself enough to swallow the tablets and wash them down with the water. With her left hand, she brushed the hair from his forehead and then said, "You should stay home today...you cannot go to school with a fever. I will call the principal's office and explain."

"It hurts Mom," Alex groaned.

Stacey replied, "It's most likely a stomach bug. I've heard that one has been going around lately."

"If you are not better in a little while, I'll see if we can get you in to see the doctor later today. Now try and get some rest. I'll check on you in a little while."

Stacey laid his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes and muttered, "Thanks, Mom...love you."

Stacey's heart warmed, and she smiled. She leaned down and kissed Alex on the forehead, "You're welcome, sweetie...love you too."

She then rose from the bedside and made her way out of the room. She pulled the door behind her slowly, and she looked back to find her son had fallen back asleep.

During the morning, Stacey would occasionally check on Alex as she performed her household chores. She was relieved when his fever eventually broke.

Around noon, Stacey decided to take Alex some soup and crackers...she wanted him to get something on his stomach. She took the tray upstairs and lightly knocked on his bedroom door.

"Come in," came the voice from the other side.

Stacey opened the door and stepped into the room to find Stacey sitting up in bed, scrolling through his cell phone. She noticed the floor littered with dirty clothes, and the trash bin beside his desk was over-flowing. Stacey made a mental note to make him clean his room this weekend.

"Well...my little man seems to be feeling better".Cheerfully Stacey spoke.

Alex hated being called that, but he allowed his mom to get away with it. Because of his health issues while growing up, Stacey always doted on Alex...he was her "special little man." It was fine when he was younger, but now it's just plain embarrassing.

Alex set his phone down on the nightstand beside his bed. He looked over at his mom, standing in the doorway.

Looking at her, Alex could not help but notice how her tee-shirt clung to her large breasts, and the tight yoga pants accentuated the curve and flair of her womanly hips.

He had always thought she was beautiful, but now all of a sudden, something was different...

His mom was hot!

Something had flipped a switch. His friends teased him about his mom being a total MILF...now he was beginning to understand what they meant.

His mind began imagining how she would look naked, and all of a sudden, he felt this dick start to harden.

"Hello? Alex!" Stacey's sweet voice snapped him out of the trance.

"Oh yeah, Mom...I feel much better."

Stacey walked towards him. He watched the gentle bounce of her breasts beneath the tee shirt and felt his erection grow even more.

Stacey placed the tray beside him and sat down at the bedside. Placing her hand on his forehead, "Oh, you feel much cooler."

Alex picked up a cracker from the tray and began to nibble.

Stacey smiled, "Are you hungry?"

Alex nodded as he finished one cracker and grabbed another. She reached out and rubbed his shoulder, "Oh good, that's always a positive sign."

Stacey sat with Alex while he began to eat. "I called the school earlier and spoke with Mrs. Charles. I explained to her that you were under the weather, and they are going to email your assignments to you."

Between bites, Alex said, "Thanks, Mom."

Stacey stood up and said, "Okay, well, you finish eating." She bent over and kissed him on the top of his head, "I am going to go and check on the laundry."

As she walked out of the room, Alex stared at his mom's shapely backside. He was mesmerized by the gentle sway of her hips in those skin-tight yoga pants.

When she was gone, he shook his head and muttered,

"Stop it...that's your mom, you idiot"

A while later, Alex walked into the kitchen carrying the tray along with the empty soup bowl. He found his mom searching through the cabinets for something.

She looked over and said, "Oh, thank you, Alex! I was going to come up and get that."

Alex walked over to the sink and set the tray down, "It's fine Mom...I'm feeling much better now."

Alex went back to searching in the cabinet, "Well, I'm glad to hear that, Sweetie."

Alex stood for a few seconds, then walked over to his mom. She noticed him standing there and asked, "You need something, Honey?"

"Mom...I think something is wrong."

Stacey closed the cabinet door and turned to him, "Wrong? What do you mean, Alex?"

Alex looked down at the floor, " Well...to tell you the truth...It's kind of embarrassing."

In her sweet motherly voice, "Honey, I'm your mother...you can tell me anything." She took Alex's hand and led him over to the kitchen table, and they sat down. "What's bothering you?"

Alex looked up into her hazel eyes, "It still hurts."

Stacey sat back, "Oh well, Sweetie...you had a stomach bug. Most likely, it's stomach cramps."

Alex shook his head, "No Mom...it's not my stomach. It's down THERE."

Stacey saw Alex looking down towards his lap, and her eyes widened, "Ohhhh...down THERE?" She could see a large lump in the crotch of his sleep pants.

"Yeah Mom...my dick is swollen."

Stacey gasped, "Your WHAT, young man?"

"Sorry Mom...my...penis is swollen...my nu-...testicles too."

Stacey sat back a little, "Well, honey, you are probably going through some changes...it could be the WICK-Tropin. I'm sure it's normal. It is a growth hormone, after all."

"I don't know Mom...it doesn't LOOK normal." Alex paused for a few seconds then asked, "Would you...?"

Stacey leaned in, "Would I what sweetie?"

Alex then looked up into his mom's eyes, "Would you...look at it...for me?"

Stacey replied in a loud whisper, "Your pe...penis?"

Alex nodded his head, "To make sure everything is okay."

Stacey slowly shook her head, "Stacey. I don't..."

"Please, Mom? I'm sort of worried that there might be something wrong with me."

Stacey could see the genuine worry on her son's face. Her son trusted her enough to come to her...she could not rebuke him.

Moments later, they found themselves in Alex's room. Stacey sat on his bed, and Alex stood facing her.

"Alright, Alex...let's see what the fuss is all about."

"Okay...here goes." Alex hooked his thumbs inside the waistbands of his sleep pants and underwear then lowered them to about his knees.

Stacey jerked back in shock as his dick sprang up. She put her hand up to her mouth, "OH MY GOD!!"

Stacey could not believe her eyes. Her son's penis was enormous. It was about a foot long and as thick as her wrist. His enlarged testicles were about the size of oranges. She attempted to avert her eyes but found herself strangely captivated by the sight of this monster that was attached to her son.

Stacey leaned in a little closer, and an unfamiliar scent filled her nostrils. It was unlike any smell she had ever experienced. She felt light-headed and slightly aroused.

"Oh my. Alex, when did this happen?"

Alex shrugged his shoulders, "It happened last night...I woke up like this." Alex looked down at his cock, "Mom...do, you think this is okay?"

Stacey continued to stare, "Sweetie...I'm not sure...I mean, it looks normal. It's just so...BIG!" Stacey sat back up straight, "We should probably take you to see Dr. Jose. This must be a side effect of the WICK-Tropin."

"Should we tell Dad?"

Stacey threw up her hand, "NO!! We can't tell your father. He was adamantly against you trying this WICK-Tropin from the beginning. I'm not ready for him to find out I went behind his back."

"So, we hide it from him?"

Stacey nodded, "Yes, for now. I'm sure Dr. Jose will have a solution."

"I hope he does." Alex grabbed his dick with his right hand. "It hurts...and it won't go down."

Stacey thought for a second and then said, "Maybe try a cold shower...that's supposed to help."

Alex sighed, "Cold shower? Seriously Mom?."

Stacey scrunched her face and whispered, "Well, you could try...masturbation." She didn't know when she suggest that. Despite feeling guilty for suggesting a strange thing like that, she still has to help her son.