Seth's eyes groggily flickered open as the room around him slowly came into focus. It was his dorm room. He reached over and grabbed his phone off the charger. 10:37 a.m., Friday, April 4th, the screen read.

"Fuck," he muttered, tossing off the blanket and grabbing some clothes. He had class at 11:00 and didn’t want to be late.

“Was... was that a dream?” he asked himself, his hand instinctively moving to his crotch. Everything felt normal—his balls, his cock, nothing out of the ordinary.

He shuffled over to his desk and opened his laptop, typing The House of Desires into the search bar. Nothing. No results at all. He shrugged and closed the laptop, hurrying to get ready. At least he only had one class today; he’d have the rest of the day to figure out what was real and what had just been a vivid dream.

Seth grabbed his bag and stepped outside, the crisp morning air jolting him awake. The short walk across campus was quiet. His mind buzzed with lingering questions about the dream, the eerie lack of results, and the strange sense that something was just out of reach. By the time he reached the familiar brick building, he’d resolved to push it out of his mind—at least until after class. Seth slid into his usual seat in the classroom just as Megan, his friend, greeted him with a warm smile.

“Hey, what’s up?” she asked.

“Oh, um, not much,” Seth replied, trying to sound casual. “Just happy it’s Friday.”

“You and me both,” Megan said as their professor entered the room.

The class dragged on uneventfully, but the whole time, Seth couldn’t shake the odd, tingling sensation in his balls. It wasn’t painful, just... strange. He shifted in his seat so much that even Megan noticed something was off but did her best to ignore him. After class, Seth didn’t wait around to mingle with Megan or anyone else. He packed up his things quickly and made his way out of Crawford Hall. As he walked through the front doors, his stomach growled. He didn’t feel like heading to the dining hall, though.

"I’ll just make a sandwich or something at home," he thought, starting the eight-minute walk back to his dorm. His thoughts of lunch were interrupted by a buzz from his phone—a notification from the group chat.

Mia: "Yo, are we drinking down at Seth’s tonight?"

Seth: "That’s the plan. Anyone need me to grab alcohol?"

Claire: "I’ve got vodka and snacks!"

Dakota: "I’m good, no need for more booze."

Aaron: "Same here, whiskey’s ready."

Mia: "Got beer covered, all good."

Seth: "Sweet. Be there by 8, then."

Claire: "You know it. See you all soon!"

Seth smiled, tossing his phone aside. He still had some time to kill before everyone showed up. Back at his desk, he booted up his computer and opened Google Maps. He searched the area where the house was supposed to be. Street View showed... nothing. Just a large, empty lot with a "For Sale" sign. Determined, he spent the next hour googling every term he could think of related to the house. He found nothing. Not a single lead.

“I’m losing my mind,” he muttered to himself. “It had to have just been a dream. I’m worrying about nothing,” But the strange sensation still lingered, making him doubt his own words. He stood up from his desk and walked to the kitchen for a drink.

The hours slipped by as Seth tried to drown the weird memory with random YouTube videos. By the time his friends arrived, he had already finished off six drinks. By 8:30, the dorm was filled with laughter, clinking bottles, and the sounds of friends having fun. They drank, played games, and joked around, but Seth couldn’t shake the mystery of The House of Desires. It haunted him, gnawing at the back of his mind as the party raged on.

"You good, bro? You seem off," Mia asked, settling onto the couch beside Seth. She looked at him with concern, her brow furrowed as she adjusted her position.

"Yeah, I'm good," Seth replied, running a hand through his hair, clearly distracted. "Just had a really weird dream, and it’s been on my mind all day."

Mia’s cheeks flushed slightly as she fidgeted with her drink. "That's crazy. I had a weird dream too." She took a sip, avoiding his gaze.

"What happened in yours?" Seth asked, his curiosity piqued.

Mia's blush deepened. "Well, uh, let's just say it was a bit sexual in nature." She let out a nervous laugh, then downed the rest of her drink. "It was so vivid, like I can remember every detail, like it happened yesterday."

Seth's expression shifted, now more focused. "Mine was too, and it’s a bit of the same situation. I think… I’m starting to think it was real."

"That’s crazy," Mia replied, her voice shaky as she tried to process the idea.

"Let me guess," Seth continued, leaning in slightly, "A big house on Ashman Street? We were all invited in?"

Mia’s eyes widened, her face paling. "How... how do you know that?"

"Because," Seth said, his voice low, "My 'dream' started the same way. Then what? A house tour? Bathroom on the left, closet on the right, and a large bedroom at the end of the hallway?"

Mia's jaw dropped. "Ye-yeah... Then..." Her face flushed bright red as she processed what he was implying. "There’s no fucking way that was real."

"Hey, Aaron!" Seth called out across the room. Aaron, who had been leaning against the doorframe, glanced over, looking confused as he approached.

"What’s up?" Aaron asked, his tone casual but curious.

"Tell us," Seth said, shifting to face him, "Did you happen to have a dream last night?"

Aaron raised an eyebrow, then nodded. "Um, yeah, I did. It was pretty fucked up too. Why?"

"What was it about?" Seth asked, his gaze intense.

"It was about a big mansion or something, and, well, we got a tour and stuff," Aaron said, his voice trailing off, clearly uneasy about the whole conversation.

"On Ashman Street? Bathroom on the left, closet on the right, and a large bedroom at the end?" Seth asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"How the fuck... how the fuck do you know that?" Aaron asked, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"We all have the same memory," Seth said, his voice now firm. "I don’t think it was a dream."

Aaron looked at him, his face a mixture of confusion and skepticism. "Okay, but how? We all woke up in our own beds. How could that be possible?"

Mia chimed in, her voice shaky. "Obviously, they brought us back after we passed out there." She paused, looking down at her belly, her expression shifting to one of dread. "But if it was real, then..." Her voice faltered. "I’m pregnant, or at least I’m supposed to be. I shouldn’t be drinking," She set her drink down with a trembling hand.

"What are you guys talking about?" Claire’s voice came from the door, startling everyone. She and Dakota had just walked in, looking at the group with confused expressions.

"They’re all saying they had the same dream I did," Aaron explained, gesturing to the others.

"Dream?" Dakota asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You guys had a weird dream too?"

"Holy fuck, this can't be real," Mia said, her breathing quickening as she started to hyperventilate.

"Just calm down," Seth said, his voice soothing. He quickly got up and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "Here, drink some water." He handed it to her, watching her carefully as she took slow, deep sips.

As Mia drank, Seth overheard Aaron explaining the "dream" to Claire. The look of shock spreading across their faces mirrored what he had felt earlier.

"Wait, wait," Claire said, her voice rising with disbelief. "You mean to tell me that we all had the same dream?"

"No," Seth said, shaking his head slowly. "I think it happened for real yesterday."

Claire’s face drained of color. "Oh, fuck." She glanced nervously at Aaron and Dakota, who were both blushing deeply. "That means… Oh my god, you two fucked each other!" Claire gasped, her eyes wide with fury. "What the fuck, Aaron? You cheated with my best friend?!"

Aaron's face reddened, but he stood his ground. "I... I didn’t mean to. You fucked five black guys in front of me before that!"

Claire's eyes narrowed, hurt flashing across her face. "I couldn't help it. I was under some sort of spell or trance, or something. It wasn’t my fault."

"Neither was it mine. We all were, I think." Aaron’s voice was low, regretful. "What the fuck kind of house was that? We gotta go back and confront that guy."

Seth noticed Mia, her face pale and tearful, staring off into the distance. She whispered to herself over and over, "I’m not ready to be pregnant. I’m not ready to be pregnant."

"I don’t think we can just show up," Seth said, his voice uncertain. "I’m not even sure the house exists anymore."

"Why?" they all asked in unison, their faces filled with confusion.

"Because," Seth said, looking down at his phone, "when I searched for it online, there’s a for sale sign there. It’s just an empty lot."

"What are you talking about? Are you sure you were looking in the right place?" Dakota asked, her skepticism evident.

"I’m positive," Seth replied. "But I guess we could always walk there and see. We all remember where it was."

Mia stood up quickly, wiping her eyes. "Yeah, let’s go."

"Now?" Aaron asked, his eyes wide.

"Yeah, now," Mia replied firmly, heading toward the door without hesitation.

"All right, let’s go," Seth said, pushing himself off the couch and following her.

The group left the dorm and made their way toward Ashman Street, the air thick with tension. No one spoke, the silence only broken by Mia sniffling occasionally, wiping away stray tears.

As they reached the corner of Ashman Street, their hearts sank. In the distance, the lot was just as Seth had described—a large empty space with a sign reading, "For Sale."

"Fuck," Mia said, her voice a mixture of frustration and disbelief. "That can’t be."

"This isn’t right," Dakota murmured, looking around as if searching for an explanation.

"What do we do now?" Claire asked, her voice shaky.

"Fuck this shit," Aaron said, his hands in his pockets. "Let’s go back to Seth’s and regroup."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and they walked back in silence. Once they were back in the dorm, they slumped onto the couch, clearly exhausted.

"So," Seth said, trying to break the tension, "I think we should probably start by airing out all the details of what we know happened. If we work together, we can hopefully make sense of it all."

The others nodded, and Mia spoke first. "I guess I started feeling weird once we walked into the bathroom. Like, I was only present in my mind, not in control of my body. My thoughts were muddled like I was dazed. I didn’t feel bad, but my body was acting on its own."

"Same," Aaron and Claire said in unison, their voices soft.

"Not us," Seth said, gesturing toward Dakota. "We were still cracking jokes then. I noticed Dakota joined you guys in your state after the closet. I didn’t notice until we entered the bedroom."

"God, the fucking bedroom..." Mia said, her voice trembling as she fought back tears. "I wasn’t in control of anything I said or did."

"Me either," Aaron said, his hand reaching for Claire’s, squeezing it tightly. "It was like a haze, I could only do what I was told by the host, or whoever he was."

"And he had such a commanding voice, too," Claire added, her voice quiet with remembrance.

"Mia," Seth said gently, his voice softer, "Do you remember where they took you? After... um..."

Mia paused, her lips trembling. "After I was... fucked?" She let out a sad laugh, "I remember him taking me through a door, then to a small bedroom. I think I fell asleep or was knocked out or something, because the next thing I know, I'm waking up in my bed... like nothing happened. Like it was just a dream." Her voice cracked at the end.

"What about you guys? Similar stories?" Seth asked, his eyes scanning the group.

"Pretty much the same," Aaron replied, running a hand through his hair. "They led me through a door, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up in my dorm."

"Same here," Claire added, nodding slowly, her eyes downcast.

"Me too," Dakota said softly, looking around the room as if trying to piece everything together.

"I never left the main bedroom," Seth informed them, his tone flat.

There was a heavy pause, as everyone tried to process the gravity of what they were hearing. Finally, Aaron broke the silence.

"Wait, so what did you end up doing? Your ultimate desire?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and unease.

Seth hesitated, his gaze flickering to the floor, embarrassed. "I... Well, I tried to resist admitting it, but it didn’t matter, and, well, he ended up injecting me with some serum."

"What kind of serum?" Mia asked, her voice wary but intrigued.

"The kind that enhanced my libido and sperm to the point where I could impregnate any girl, regardless of fertility and birth control." Seth’s voice was strained, his embarrassment palpable.

"Oh, wow, okay," Mia said, stunned. Her mind raced, trying to absorb the implications.

"Then to test it out, they had me... well, fuck a mystery girl from my ultimate desire." Seth's words were rushed, and he couldn't look anyone in the eye as he said it.

"Who was it?" Dakota asked, her voice curious yet cautious.

Seth shifted uncomfortably. "I... uh... well, I ended up fucking... um... well..." He trailed off, his face turning a deep shade of red. "I fucked my cousin, Hope."

"WHAT?!" Mia yelled, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Your cousin?!"

Seth looked down, his hands covering his face in embarrassment. "Yes, and even though she wasn’t fertile at the time, I apparently got her pregnant... with twins."

"Holy fuck, bro... that’s fucking crazy," Aaron said, shaking his head in disbelief, his voice a mix of awe and horror.

"Wait, so if this serum increased your libido to that extent, why aren’t you trying to fuck us?" Dakota asked, her tone skeptical as she crossed her arms.

"What do you mean?" Seth asked, genuinely puzzled.

"I mean," Dakota continued, raising an eyebrow, "look, it got you so horny you fucked your cousin, but now you can just sit here with us and not feel anything?"

Seth paused, deep in thought, and then his expression shifted. "Huh, that’s a good question..." He scratched his chin, considering. "Well, the serum was specifically to enhance my ability to get girls pregnant, so if you guys are already pregnant..." His words trailed off as the realization hit.

Mia’s eyes widened. "Wait, so if that’s true, then we’re all pregnant."

The group was silent for a moment, the weight of the revelation settling over them.

"Yeah, maybe we should get some pregnancy tests? Just to confirm," Claire suggested, her voice calm but laced with uncertainty.

"We should, and maybe we should get Mr. Big Shot here a sperm count test," Dakota teased, trying to lighten the mood, though her voice still carried an edge of disbelief.

"Haha, very funny," Seth replied, rolling his eyes but managing a small smirk.

"Let’s go tomorrow morning," Mia said, her voice tired. "I’m too exhausted to do anything more tonight."

"But wait," Claire interjected, a frown creasing her brow. "Wouldn't it take more than one day to get an accurate reading on a pregnancy test?"

"Well, it seems like what we’re dealing with here is outside the realm of reason," Aaron countered, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I don’t think logic applies here anymore."

"All right, fine," Claire said, relenting. "I guess it wouldn't hurt."

The group sat in silence for a moment before Dakota yawned, stretching her arms over her head.

"Well, I'm beat, so I'm gonna go back to my place and get some rest," she said, stifling another yawn.

"Yeah... We should all get some sleep," Mia agreed, standing up slowly. The others followed suit, nodding in silent agreement, and went their separate ways.

Seth went to his bedroom, took his clothes off, and got under the covers. Normally he'd jerk off before bed, but the vibes tonight had him in a weird mood. He thought about his cousin, about his 'ultimate desire' as they had called it. It was kinda true, he'd kind of had a crush on her, but in an innocent way, he thought, was she really his ultimate desire? He didn't want to dwell on it, the house had made him admit it, so it must have been true. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Seth woke up at 10:30, his cock rock-hard. "Holy shit," he muttered, eyes widening. "I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard," He sat up and pulled the blankets off, revealing his erection—bigger than it had ever been before. "Was the serum still working yesterday? Did it just... kick in now?"

His cock throbbed, and he couldn’t ignore the intense pressure any longer. He grabbed his shaft, stroking himself slowly, moaning quietly. He continued, feeling precum leak from the tip as his breathing became heavier.

"Shit!" His hips bucked instinctively as he increased the pace.

Knock knock knock

Are you ready yet, Seth? We were gonna go to the pharmacy, remember?" Mia’s voice came through the door.

Seth groaned as he felt his balls tighten. "Ugh, yeah, I’ll be out in a sec."

"Come on, hurry up!" Dakota called impatiently.

"Hold on a sec!" Seth shouted, trying to fight the pressure building inside him.

"Come on, man! I had to get up early on a Saturday—so can you!" Aaron added, his voice muffled through the door.

"Oh shit," Seth moaned.

"Dude, hurry the fuck up or we’re leaving without you," Dakota said, barging in and swinging the bedroom door open.

"Dakota, no! Close the door!" Seth pleaded, but it was too late. All four of them were standing in his room, frozen, staring.

Seth couldn’t stop now; he was on the edge, and the group just stood there, watching, caught in the bizarre moment.

"Ahhhh, FUCK!" Seth groaned, thrusting into his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, it didn’t come. His hips jerked desperately, searching for the sweet release, but it never arrived.

The group just stared, silent and stunned, until finally, Dakota spoke. "Jesus Christ, man, you gonna finish so we can go or what?"

Seth breathed heavily, his frustration mounting. "I... can't... cum..." he muttered through gritted teeth.

"Well then get dressed so we can go," Dakota said, stepping back. "We’re gonna wait downstairs." They all filed out of the room, leaving Seth alone, still tense and confused.

"What the hell is going on?" Seth muttered to himself, staring down at his painfully swollen cock. He groaned, throwing his hands up. "Guess I better shower first."

Seth stepped into the shower, washing himself and scrubbing his hair. He finished quickly, dried off, and got dressed then headed downstairs, his erection stubbornly persistent.

“Finally,” Mia said, glancing at her phone. “Now we can get going... Uhhh, Seth, you're still... uhhh..."

“Rock hard,” Dakota cut in, grinning as his eyes flicked to Seth’s obvious condition.

“I told you guys I couldn’t cum... It’s that damn serum,” Seth muttered, irritation creeping into his voice.

“Well, man up, and let’s go,” Dakota said, unaffected.

The group headed to the local pharmacy, purposefully ignoring the awkwardness of the earlier incident. Inside, they grabbed a dozen pregnancy tests and a pile of snacks. At the counter, Seth’s attention immediately shifted to the cute cashier. Despite his persistent arousal, a wave of intense lust hit him, making his erection even more uncomfortable. His balls swelled, and the tightness in his pants became almost unbearable.

The cashier raised an eyebrow as she scanned the pregnancy tests, giving Seth an appraising look, her gaze flicking over him and the girls. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, fighting the urge to do something rash.

An elbow jabbed into his ribs, jolting him back to reality. He blushed, quickly paid for the items, and grabbed the bags, trying to shake off the tension. The girls giggled at some joke the cashier made, but Seth barely registered it, his focus still on controlling himself as he hurried out of the store.

“What the hell happened in there?” Mia asked, once they were out on the sidewalk and heading back to Seth's place.

"I... I don't know, something came over me, and all I could think about was... Well, let's just say I think what I was told about the serum is true," Seth replied through deep breaths.

The group exchanged looks, shrugging in silent agreement. Whatever was going on, it was something they couldn’t easily explain. The rest of the walk to Seth’s was quiet, each of them lost in their thoughts, the weight of their strange situation settling in. Seth unlocked the door and they filed inside, dropping the bags on the kitchen counter.

"Well, I guess this is it," Seth said, holding up the box of pregnancy tests. "Do you guys wanna take them here or at your own place?"

Mia glanced at the others and shrugged. "Here is fine," she said. Claire and Dakota exchanged uneasy looks but nodded in unison.

"All right, so who's first?" Seth asked, tearing the box open with a flourish, scattering wrappers onto the coffee table.

Mia sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I guess I'll go." She grabbed two tests and a bottle of water, her hands trembling slightly as she headed toward the bathroom.

The rest of the group sat in tense silence. Seth fidgeted with an empty test wrapper, Dakota tapped her foot anxiously, and Claire chewed on her thumbnail. Mia returned a few minutes later, her face pale. She stood in the doorway, holding the two sticks like they might explode.

"Well?" Seth asked, leaning forward on the couch.

"Both positive..." Mia said, her voice cracking. Her wide eyes darted between the group, as if hoping one of them could explain.

"Well, congratulations!" Dakota said, forcing a bright smile. She reached out, but Mia flinched away, sinking into a nearby armchair.

"I—I don't know what to say," Mia stammered. "Ho-how can it already be positive if this just happened yesterday?" She clutched the tests tightly, as though they might somehow reveal an answer.

Seth scratched the back of his head, his brow furrowing. "I... I don’t know. We're clearly dealing with something... supernatural? Spiritual? This is crazy."

Mia let out a bitter laugh. "I guess I'm gonna be a mom. Wait—who the fuck was even the father? Do you guys remember?"

"It was just some guy that came out of the bathroom in the beginning," Aaron said, avoiding her gaze as he spoke.

Mia groaned, burying her face in her hands. "God, I’m really gonna be a single mom."

"It’s okay, we’re here for you," Claire said gently, kneeling by Mia’s side and putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Thanks," Mia whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Well, who's next?" Seth asked, trying to inject some energy into the room.

"I'll go," Dakota said, standing and grabbing two tests. She squared her shoulders and strode to the bathroom, the click of the door closing echoing loudly.

When she came back, her face was blank for a moment—then it crumbled.

"Well?" Aaron asked, rising halfway out of his seat.

"I'm pregnant," Dakota said, managing a shaky smile as she locked eyes with him. "But at least I know the father," She reached out to touch his arm.

Aaron blushed but smiled back awkwardly. Claire, sitting beside him, stiffened and crossed her arms, glaring at the floor.

"I guess it’s my turn," Claire said sharply. She snatched the tests from the table and stalked to the bathroom.

The room was quiet while she was gone. Seth busied himself by stacking the discarded boxes, and Dakota whispered something to Aaron, who nodded nervously.

When Claire returned, her face was a mix of shock and anger. "I’m—I’m pregnant. And, the father is one of those Black guys, isn’t he?"

"It appears so," Aaron said hesitantly, wincing at her tone.

Claire turned away, pacing furiously. "God, what are our parents gonna think? Aaron, you having a baby with Dakota, and me... just a random Black baby?" Her voice cracked on the last words.

"Well, regardless, we’ll figure this out together," Seth interjected. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, glancing down at himself. "At least I need to figure something out—my erection... The serum, it’s clearly not wearing off."

"So, now what?" Mia asked nervously, looking around at the group.

"What do you mean?" Seth replied, frowning.

"Now that we know we’re all pregnant and you apparently have some sort of... enhanced abilities, what do we do? Should we tell the police?" Mia asked, clutching her knees to her chest.

"That won’t do anything," Dakota said, rolling her eyes. "They’d just laugh us out of the station."

"And if I did go to the hospital, they’d treat me like I’d just taken too much Viagra, and I doubt their methods would help at all," Seth added, shaking his head.

"Right," Mia muttered. She stared at the floor, her foot tapping nervously.

"Well, there’s gotta be something—anything—we can use as a lead," Claire said, spinning to face the group. "A house, a business, someone connected to this. We can’t just leave it be."

"You’re right, but where do we start?" Aaron asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I’ve got it!" Seth suddenly exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "The Save-A-Lot across the street!"

"The Save-A-Lot? What’s that got to do with anything?" Claire asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Cameras! They’ve gotta have cameras on the outside. Maybe we can catch a glimpse of us on Thursday when this happened—and maybe we can catch whoever took us!" Seth said, gesturing animatedly.

"I doubt the owner will let us view the tapes," Dakota said dryly, raising an eyebrow.

"If there’s a will, there’s a way," Seth shot back. "Come on, guys."

They hurried over to the Save-A-Lot, their footsteps quick and urgent. Inside, the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly as they approached the front counter. A young, visibly pregnant clerk, scrolling on her phone, glanced up at them.

"Hello, how may I help you?" she asked, her tone polite but slightly bored.

"Yeah, we need to talk to the store manager please," Seth said, leaning casually on the counter to hide his nerves.

"About what?" the clerk asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

"We’ll explain to them," Seth replied firmly, glancing back at the group for backup.

The clerk shrugged. "Uhh, okay. Hang on." She disappeared through a door marked Employees Only, leaving them standing in awkward silence.

Mia crossed her arms and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Do you really think this is gonna work?" she asked in a low voice.

"Trust me," Seth muttered, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie. "I’ve got this."

A few minutes later, the clerk returned, followed by an older woman with short gray hair and a no-nonsense expression.

"I’m Mrs. Saunders, the manager of this store. What can I help you with?" she asked, her tone brisk as she gave the group a once-over.

Seth straightened up. "Well, Mrs. Saunders, we’re working on a project for our psychology course," he began, his voice taking on a rehearsed quality. "We were hoping we could use the footage from the exterior cameras to analyze and compile behavioral patterns in the public."

Mrs. Saunders raised an eyebrow, her arms crossing over her chest. "Hmm. I don’t know if that’s appropriate. You said it’s for a college class?"

"Y-yeah," Seth stammered, scratching the back of his neck. "Our senior project. We’re pretty deep into it, and we promised we’d get data from five different locations. But..." He hesitated, glancing back at the group for reassurance. "We’re only at four now, and we’ve kinda run out of places to ask." He flashed a hopeful smile, trying to seem earnest.

Mrs. Saunders studied him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she sighed, uncrossing her arms. "Well, normally, I wouldn’t allow such a thing," she said slowly. "But since it’s for a college class, I suppose it’ll be fine."

"Thank you, Mrs. Saunders," Seth said, his tone bright and disarming. "You won’t regret this."

"Yes, yes," she muttered, pulling a jangling set of keys from her pocket. "The security room’s through that door and down the hall. Don’t mess with anything you’re not supposed to."

"Of course. Thank you again," Seth said, grabbing the keys.

The group hurried toward the indicated door, their footsteps echoing down the narrow hallway. Inside the security room, the walls were lined with monitors, each displaying a live feed of the parking lot and surrounding areas.

Seth dropped into the chair at the desk and began flipping through the footage. "Okay, let’s see," he muttered, his fingers working the controls. Mia and Dakota hovered behind him while Aaron leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Claire paced restlessly, her sneakers squeaking against the floor.

"Here’s Thursday," Seth announced, narrowing his eyes at the screen.

"Wait—there’s us!" Mia exclaimed, pointing at the monitor.

"Yep," Dakota said, leaning closer. "Look. We’re almost to the lot." Suddenly, the footage skipped. One moment, the group was walking; the next, they were gone.

"What the hell?" Mia blurted, her voice rising in alarm.

Seth frowned. "I think someone tampered with the footage," he said, his voice low and tense.

"No shit, Sherlock," Dakota muttered, rolling her eyes.

"All right, let’s keep looking," Seth said, rewinding the footage and advancing frame by frame. "There’s gotta be something."

"Hey, check this out," Aaron said, stepping closer and pointing at the screen. In one frame, the empty lot was replaced by a large, looming building. In the next frame, it was gone again.

"Okay, so the building appeared for one frame," Seth said, leaning in to study the screen. 

"Does that mean someone hacked the footage to remove the time when the house was visible? How the fuck would you even do that?" Aaron inquired.

"I have no idea," Seth admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let’s just screenshot the house and get out of here," Seth said, quickly saving the frame to a USB drive.

The group hurried back to the counter, where Mrs. Saunders was waiting.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Yep," Seth replied, handing her the keys. "Thank you again."

"Don’t mention it," Mrs. Saunders said, waving them off.

Outside, they began knocking on doors along the street, hoping someone might know more about the mysterious lot. Most of the homeowners were unhelpful, offering little more than confused looks or polite apologies. Finally, they reached a small, well-kept house where an elderly woman answered the door. She smiled kindly at them.

"Hello, dears. Can I help you with something?" she asked, her voice warm but curious.

"Yes, ma’am," Mia began, stepping forward. "We’re trying to learn more about the empty lot down the street. Do you know anything about it?"

The old woman adjusted her glasses. "Well, I remember it used to be a huge house—a mansion, almost—owned by some rich guy. But it burnt down in the '90s, and the property’s been for sale ever since."

"If you saw a picture of the house, would you recognize it?" Dakota asked, her tone hopeful.

"Oh, of course, dear," the woman said, nodding.

Mia pulled up the screenshot on her phone and showed it to her.

The woman’s eyes widened. "That’s the one! Where’d you get that picture?"

"Um, from the Save-A-Lot’s security footage... from Thursday," Mia said hesitantly.

"What?" the old woman asked, her voice sharp with disbelief. "The footage can’t have any record of that house—it was demolished years ago!"

"Look at the timestamp," Mia said, holding the phone closer.

The old woman leaned in, squinting. "Well, I’ll be... How is this possible? You kids didn’t fake this to scare an old lady, did you? Because that’s not very nice."

"No, ma’am," Aaron said earnestly. "We wouldn’t do that. But can you tell us anything else about the house or the people who lived there?"

"I’m sorry, but not much," she said, shaking her head. "The people were recluses, and the house was so big and intimidating. It’s a shame. That house had been there for decades, but the fire was awful. No surprise it was demolished."

"Thank you so much for your time," Mia said, stepping back.

"Anytime, dear," the woman said with a smile. "But you youngsters should get back home before it gets dark—the news said it’s gonna rain."

The group thanked her and left, making their way back to Seth’s place.

Once inside, they sat around the living room, piecing together what they’d learned.

"So, it’s some kind of spirit? A ghost?" Mia asked, breaking the silence.

"Or some kind of energy being," Aaron suggested, leaning forward. "Who’s to say it’s just a spirit?"

"I can’t believe we’re even entertaining the possibility that ghosts are real," Claire muttered, rubbing her temples.

"How else do you explain it, though?" Seth countered. "A building appearing and disappearing—and not only that, but we went inside and now have lasting consequences."

"What about aliens? Some kind of breeding experiment to test human mating abilities?" Aaron said, half-serious.

"That’s ridiculous," Dakota said, rolling her eyes.

"Is it?" Aaron shot back. "So we can entertain ghosts but not aliens?"

"Well, what about some sort of a government experiment?" Mia suggested, her voice uncertain.

Seth shook his head. "The house fucking appeared and disappeared. The government isn’t powerful enough to do that."

"Everyone calm down," Claire said, holding up her hands. "It’s late. Us freaking out isn’t going to help. Let’s get a good night’s rest and discuss more tomorrow."

The group reluctantly agreed, exchanging tired goodbyes as they headed out. Seth shut the door behind them and locked it. The quiet of the place settled around him, and he rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of exhaustion from this stressful situation they’ve found themselves in. He stumbled up the stairs slowly and fell into his bed.

Seth laid in bed, his erection refusing to go away, yet he was mostly worried about what the next day might bring and any more interactions he may have with childbearing-aged women. It was a struggle to fall asleep, but eventually, he was able to drift away.

The next morning, Seth woke up. He looked at his phone, it was 10 am. He was still rock hard, and now incredibly horny. He was about to start masturbating until he remembered what happened yesterday. He shook his head, and instead grabbed a notebook and began taking notes of everything he was experiencing.

The infinite erection, the inability to masturbate, the almost uncontrollable lust he felt around fertile women. He wrote it all down, and then he carried out his typical morning routine, went pee, brushed his teeth, and showered. He threw on his bathrobe and made his way downstairs.

Suddenly the group chat started going off.

Dakota: “Hey, everyone. I’ve been thinking a lot, and I honestly think we should just drop the investigation for now.”

Mia: “Yeah, I agree. We’ve hit a wall.”

Claire:” Same here. We need to focus on the babies, not the past.”

Aaron: “Definitely. The babies have to come first. They need us right now.”

Seth: “Wait, are you guys serious? You’re all just gonna drop the investigation like that?”

Dakota: “Look, we’ve tried everything. We’ve exhausted all the leads. There’s nothing more we can do at the moment.”

Seth: “But we don’t even know the full truth yet. We don’t know the cause, or who’s responsible. We can’t just walk away from that.”

Mia: “Seth, think about the babies. This stress isn’t good for anyone. Especially them.”

Claire: “Yeah, besides, this is exactly what we wanted, right? Aaron and I have talked, and we’re breaking up so he and Dakota can be together.”

Aaron: “That’s right. It’s what we both decided.”

Dakota: “I know it sounds crazy, but yeah. We think this is the best move for all of us.”

Seth: “What the hell is going on with you guys? First, the investigation is everything. And now, you’re just... giving up and splitting up? This isn’t like you. I don’t get it.”

Mia: “Seriously, Seth, stop being so stubborn. Just let it go already.”

Claire: “Yeah, we’re making decisions for our futures. You need to respect that.”

Seth: “Ugh. Fine. I get it. But this feels... wrong.”

Dakota: “It’s not about being right or wrong, it’s about what’s best for everyone. We’re just trying to move forward.”

Aaron: “Exactly. We’ve all been through enough.”

Mia: “We’ll figure out the rest when we’re ready. Right now, the focus is on the babies.”

Seth couldn’t believe what he was reading. Just yesterday, they were more eager than he was to figure out what was going on, but now, it felt like something had made them change their minds—suddenly.

"Holy shit, did it get them again? Are they under the influence?" He thought to himself. "I’ve got to help them!"

He ran upstairs to get dressed and figure out what the hell was going on. After a moment, Seth quickly walked back down the stairs. He detoured to fill up his water bottle before heading out, but then a knock at the door startled him. His paranoia kicked in as he crept to the door, peering through the peephole.

"Fuck!" he thought when he saw Megan standing on the other side. He’d forgotten they’d planned to study together for the test later that week.

Immediately his eyes wandered to her chest, where her large breasts strained against the tight top she was wearing. He felt his balls swell, his muscles tense, and his cock somehow harden even more, once again to a painful state. He opened the door slowly.

"Hey, Megan. What's up?" he asked tentatively.

"Hey, is everything okay? You didn’t forget about our study date, did you?" Megan asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

"Uh, n-no, of course not. Just, uh… come on in," He muttered, cursing under his breath.

"Thanks," Megan replied, stepping into his dorm and slipping off her shoes. "Are you sure everything's okay? You look a bit off," she said, her brow furrowing with worry. "And on Friday, in class, I noticed—"

"Nope, everything’s fine," he interrupted, cutting her off mid-sentence.

"Okay, good, because this test is going to kick my ass if I don’t study more," Megan said, pulling her books and notes out of her backpack.

Seth tried to focus on her words, but his attention kept drifting. His thoughts raced, distracted by the way she moved, the way she spoke. He shook himself mentally, trying to snap back to the task at hand.

"All right well what should we study first?" she asked, pulling out her notes.

"I'd love to study that body of yours, or just jump your bones fuck you raw, and plant my seed in that beautiful fucking body of yours," he thought.

"Seth?" Megan asked, noticing his distracted expression.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, right... uh, let's just start with chapter 13 and go from there," he muttered, trying to focus but failing to keep his thoughts in check.

"Sounds good," Megan replied, flashing him a smile, unaware of the turmoil swirling in his mind.

For what felt like an eternity, Seth and Megan sat side by side at the table, studying the chapter. Seth's eyes couldn't help but keep flickering between the open textbook and Megan's alluring cleavage. His body was on edge, his cock painfully erect in his shorts and his balls swollen with desire. He could feel the precum oozing out of him, dampening his underwear.

Desperate to hide his arousal, he excused himself to the bathroom and hastily stuffed toilet paper into his boxers to soak up the evidence. "This fucking sucks," he thought, frustrated with himself for being unable to control his desires around Megan. "Why does she have to be here now?"

When he returned to the table, he could barely look her in the eyes.

"I-I think it's time for a break," Megan said suddenly, breaking the tense silence. "Do you mind if I grab something to drink?"

"S-sure, go ahead," Seth stammered, trying to smile nonchalantly.

As she walked into the kitchen, Megan's tight leggings hugged her figure and accentuated her round ass. "Is she doing this on purpose?" Seth wondered.

But before he could dwell on these thoughts any longer, Megan stood up and approached him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Why don't we take our break on the couch?" she suggested slyly. "We can watch something to take our minds off studying for a few minutes."

"Uh yeah, s-sure. Just let me go to the bathroom again real quick," Seth quickly made an excuse and scurried back to the bathroom, desperate to control his raging arousal.

"Holy fuck, what am I gonna do?" He muttered to himself as he dug out the precum-soaked toilet paper from his boxers and flushed it down the toilet. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to shake off the tempting thoughts that plagued his mind.

Determined to resist temptation, Seth returned downstairs only to find Megan sitting on the couch scrolling through her phone.

"Hey, are you sure you're okay? If you're not feeling well, I can go study with-" Seth's words were cut off as he impulsively grabbed Megan's face and pressed his lips onto hers.

Megan was taken aback, not expecting this sudden move. But something in her mind told her to just go with it, so she responded to his kiss. He climbed on top of her, his hard erection straining against his pants as he continued to explore her mouth with his tongue. She let out a soft moan, feeling her own arousal building. His tongue danced with hers as their bodies pressed together on the couch.

Suddenly, Megan broke away from the intense kiss. "Woah, where did this come from?"

"I-I'm sorry, I can't help myself." Seth quickly replied before diving back into the kiss, his hands eagerly roaming over her body. He ran his fingers through her hair and traced the contour of her jawline, savoring every curve and dip of her body. Then he moved down, trailing kisses along her neck and shoulders, exploring every inch of her skin.

Once again, Megan pushed him away and looked into his eyes. "Seth-" she started to speak but was silenced by his insistent lips crashing onto hers once more.

He boldly slid his hand under her shorts and panties, cupping her warm core and gently massaging it. As she moaned loudly into his mouth, he couldn't resist delving deeper with his hand until she finally pushed him away and panted for breath.

Megan's voice trembled as she tried to assert herself confidently, but her lust was not well disguised. Seth leaned in and began kissing her neck, causing her arms to give way as he climbed on top of her once again. His lips trailed down to her collarbone, leaving a trail of hot kisses that made her shiver with desire.

As his hand moved back into her shorts, Megan gasped and moaned as he worked his finger in and out of her pussy. "S-Seth... I-I said..." she tried to protest, but his touch was too intoxicating to resist.

"Shh, just relax and let me make you feel good," Seth whispered, pushing another finger inside of her. Megan's legs shook as she became dripping wet, her pussy walls clenching around his fingers.

Just when she was on the edge of orgasm, he pulled away. Quickly standing up and stripping down, Seth revealed his massively engorged cock throbbing with precum. He stared down at her, their mutual lust reflected in each other's eyes.

With a hungry look, Seth stepped forward and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Megan's shorts and panties. Slowly pulling them down to her ankles, his eyes zeroed in on her perfect pussy. Light stubble adorned its entrance, glistening in the light and making his cock throb with need.

Megan reached behind her and unclasped her bra, allowing it to fall off and freeing her perfectly symmetrical, large breasts. Without hesitation, Seth climbed back on top of her and pressed the tip of his cock against her slick entrance.

"Don't worry," Megan said in a soft voice. "I'm on the pill."

That was all the invitation he needed. With one swift thrust, he pushed himself inside of her, filling her up with his thick shaft. They both gasped and moaned, the sensation of his cock stretching her making Megan's head spin.

Seth grabbed her left breast with his right hand, using it as leverage to slam his cock in and out of her. Megan threw her head back, unable to control her pleasure as she cried out, "Oh yes, Seth... I can't believe... Just like that."

Seth's thrusts were relentless, driving his cock into Megan with an urgency that matched the slapping of their bodies together. She eagerly wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him in even deeper. As he captured her lips in a heated kiss, she moaned and melted against him, her hips moving to meet his every thrust.

Breaking from the kiss, Seth immediately focused on her neglected nipple, his mouth hungrily sucking and nibbling while he squeezed and pinched her other breast. Megan's moans grew louder, her body writhing as she bucked against him, desperate for release. He held onto the back of the couch for support as he continued to pleasure her with unrelenting vigor.

Megan's moans grew louder, her hips gyrating in sync with his as she desperately sought release. Her arms clung tightly around his back, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as she neared the peak of ecstasy.

"God, oh fuck! Seth, don't stop! Keep going!" She cried out, urging him on.

His pace didn't falter as he felt himself reaching the edge. With one hand braced against the back of the couch, he continued to thrust into her with unrelenting vigor.

"Aaaah, Seth! I'm going to cum! Aaaaah!" She screamed, her entire body trembling.

His balls tightened more than he'd ever felt, they felt like they would explode, but with one final thrust, they gave way, and the floodgates opened. He groaned loudly and her eyes shot open, as she felt the intense throbbing as he pumped his cum into her.

Seth collapsed on top of her, still buried deep inside as they both rode out their orgasms. Sweat glistened on their intertwined bodies as they breathed heavily in perfect harmony.

"W-wow, that...I can't even...it was just...wow..." Megan panted, still in disbelief.

"Same here, that was...unbelievable," he replied, catching his breath.

"Thank goodness for birth control," Megan joked, glancing down at Seth's cock which was now softening and leaking their combined fluids.

Seth chuckled nervously, reminded of the serum that could potentially render birth control useless.

"Can you get me some paper towels so I don't leave a trail on your way to the bathroom?" Megan asked with a sheepish grin.

Seth finally pulled out of her and sat up, his eyes fixated on the trail of cum that slowly leaked from her body. It glistened in the dim light, tracing down the curve of her ass and onto the couch. Seth grabbed a roll of paper towels and handed it to her.

She spread her legs and used a wad of paper towel to try and contain the mess. As she made her way to the bathroom, stopping along the way to pick up her clothes, Seth got dressed and went to the kitchen. He grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to Megan when she returned. She quickly downed the whole thing before speaking.

"That was..." She started, struggling to find the right words.

"Amazing, incredible, mind-blowing, life-changing, world-altering?" Seth offered with a smirk.

"I was going to say... A mistake," Megan said quietly.

"What?!" Seth's heart dropped at her words.

"I'm sorry, it's just... I need some time to think about this... I don't want things to get weird because of this," she continued.

"Our friendship won't end because of this. It was amazing. We'll always be friends," Seth reassured her.

"Okay. Good. Well, I should probably get going. No offense but I don't think I'll be getting much studying done here anymore," Megan said as she gathered her things.

"Right. Yeah. Sorry," Seth replied awkwardly.

"No, it's fine. Thanks for letting me study here," Megan said before walking out the door.

Seth sat back down on the couch, unsure of what just happened. "At least I don't have an erection to deal with anymore, for now," he chuckled to himself. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through a few useless notifications before coming across an email from his school's email account with a title that made his heart drop: 

"The House of Desires"