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   The Power of Touch by NotVeryNice (notveryniceoneeither@yahoo.com) MC,
LONG, INC, ANY COMBO OF MFmf, CON, ROM

   Chapter 3

   I woke up the next morning with a raging hard on.  I rolled over and
looked at my clock and saw that it was 6 AM.  I had less than 20 minutes to
get to the bus stop.  I got up and got ready as fast as I could.  I went to
the bathroom to go brush my teeth and saw that Sam was already there.  She
was sitting on the toilet doing her business.  We'd been so close for so
long that it didn't bother either of us to go pee with the other in the
bathroom.

   Mom and Stupid Steve didn't have to get up to go to work for another
hour or so.  She looked at me from the toilet as I go closer to the sink
and eyed my hard on.

   "Having trouble with your morning woody, there?" She loved to tease me.
When I turned 12, I would get sudden (what I called) drive-by boners at
random times.  She seemed to never miss an opportunity to let me know my
pants were tented.  It wasn't until the last few months that she's actually
touched it.

   ........

   We were both sitting on the couch on a Saturday evening a few months
back.  I was laying on the armrest and Sam was sitting with my legs over
her legs.  Mom was out with Stupid Steve on a date.  We were watching some
movie that wasn't holding my interest at all.  I did what any normal teen
would do.  I started thinking about boobs.  More specifically about Jae's
boobs.  Naturally, I started to get hard.  From where Sam was sitting, it
was inevitable that she would notice.  She had never actually said anything
bad about me getting my drive-by boners so I thought to myself 'screw it'.

   I had my eyes closed this whole time.  I kept thinking about Jae and all
the sudden I felt Sam touch my dick through my shorts with her finger.  I
opened my eyes and she asked me "Why are you always getting boners?"

   Not really knowing how to answer that I said "I don't know, it just
happens.  Usually it'll go away after I jerk off."

   "Doesn't it hurt to be all hard like that?  The girls in class talk
about guys' boners and how they all want girlsto touch it and stuff."

   "It's sort of a good hurt.  It's hard to explain." As I said this I
readjusted myself while she watched.

   "Are they all this big?" She asked innocently.

   "Some are bigger, some are smaller." She reached over and touched it
again.  This time she left her hand there and then used her palm to press
on the head.  I grunted softly and she pulled her hand back like she hurt
me.

   "You didn't hurt me, it felt good." She tentatively put her hand back
and this time she wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed.  I made a
satisfied grunt and smirked at her.  She took this as encouragement and
kept doing it.  After a few minutes of this I started to want more.

   "Do you want to see it?" I tentatively asked her.  I was hoping I
wouldn't scare her off.

   "I dunno...  Isn't that bad?" She was definitely hesitant.

   "Doesn't feel bad.  Plus, if we don't tell anyone, nobody will know."

   Sam kept squeezing for a few moments more, weighing her options.  Then
she slowly nodded, almost imperceptibly.  I lowered my waistband.

   I looked at her and smiled.  Then I lifted my butt and pulled my shorts
down.  I'm not hung like a horse, but I'm quite fond of my 7 inches.  She
reached out tentatively and took it in her hands again.  "Oh, wow.  It's
really hot.  It's like your thing has a fever."

   I looked up at her eyes.  "My thing?"

   "Yeah, your...  dick." She acted like she was saying a bad word or
something.

   "Sam, you do know there is nothing wrong with saying that, right?"

   "I know!  It's just weird..."

   Skin on skin contact was so much better than through my shorts.  Even
more so now that it's not my hands doing the contact.  "Try to rub it up
and down."

   She glanced at me then back at my dick.  Her hand started to pump and
the sensations were, well, sensational.

   She saw a bit of pre-cum seep out the tip.  "What's that?" She asked
pointing at it with her other hand.

   "It's pre-cum.  It's like a lubricant.  Try to smear it over the head.
"She did so and it was exponentially better than when it was dry, causing
more to seep out.

   "Are you cumming?" She asked when she saw that more was coming out.

   "Uhnn...  No, you're just making me feel really good and the better it
feels the more comes out.  Where did you learn about this anyway?"

   "The girls at school.  That's basically all they talk about.  Boys and
sex."

   "Well, have they talked about blowjobs at all?" I asked her, hopeful.

   "Yeah, of course.  They all say it's the best way to avoid actually
having sex.  Why?  Do you want one?"

   "I would never turn one down from you.  I would love you forever if you
gave me a blowjob right now."

   "Haha!  They also did mention that guys will pretty much do whatever you
want when you have their dicks in your hand.  Or mouth..." She leaned down
after she said that and took a tentative lick of the newly emerged pre-cum.
"It's not bad." She said.  She pushed my legs onto the floor and then
without another word she took the whole head in her mouth.

   "Oh fuck.  Yeah, that's good.  Keep going." I was starting to feel that
tightening behind my balls.  "Do they say anything about swallowing?"

   She just nodded and kept bobbing her head.  Her tongue would circle
around the head and she would bob back down.  I wondered if she's done this
before.  I put my hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly and began to
involuntarily buck my hips.  She redoubled her efforts and that did the
trick.  I blew everything I had into her hot mouth.  She was expecting it,
I guess, because she clamped her lips around the head and sucked harder.

   After what felt like damn near eternity, my dick stopped throbbing in
her mouth and she lifted off.  I saw her visibly swallow and smile at me.
"Holy shit that was sexy!" I told her.  "Who taught you to do that??"

   "Jae." Now that was a surprise.  I guess I was telegraphing what I was
thinking because Sam started to laugh at me.  "What?" She asked between her
chuckles.

   "When did you and Jae practice blowjobs?"

   "We didn't blow a guy together, if that's what you're thinking.  She's
got this vibrator that she showed me and we practiced on that."

   "You just went up to Jae and asked her if you could practice giving
blowjobs on her vibrator?  How did you know she even had a vibrator?" I was
very intrigued by all this.

   Sam blushed a little when she responded.  "Cuz we've played with it
before.  We have been for a while now.  She's really nice you know, not
just a pair of tits."

   "Wow.  I'm not mad or anything, I just think it's hot that you're
messing around with Jae.  And I don't think that Jae is just a pair of
tits, by the way.  How did all that start, anyway?"

   "Well, I've always seen your...  dick...  poking your pants and I was
curious.  I would, like, die if I asked mom about it, so I asked the next
best person.  She showed me some stuff on her vibrator and one thing led to
another and all of the sudden I was laying on her bed naked and her mouth
was on my clit and her vibrator was inside me...  Do you think that's
weird?"

   After a few moments passed and the information sunk in...  "Are you
kidding me?  That's gotta be the sexiest thing I've ever heard!  Did you
put the vibrator in her too?"

   "So you don't think it's weird that I was having sex with your best
friend's sister who happens to be your crush?"

   "Hell no, Sam!  It's awesome!" I replied excitedly.

   "Oh.  OK then." She smiled.  "Yes, I did use the vibrator on her too. 
She calls him George." Sam giggled when she said that.  She has a really
cute giggle.

   "Do you want me to return the favor?" I asked her this while I looked at
her crotch.

   "You'd do that?  I'm your sister, though..."

   "I think we are way passed that, aren't we?" I motioned to my still
slightly hard dick.

   She giggled again and lifted her butt to pull her shorts down.  I just
stared at the first pussy I've seen outside of the computer or TV.  It was
perfect.  She had smooth puffy lips and no hair to speak of.  I leaned down
slowly and she spread her legs to give me access.  I've seen quite a few
porn videos where they do this, so I know a little bit about what to do,
but no real-world experience.  I know that her clit is inside her slit at
the top.  I decided to start there.  I pressed my tongue between her lips
and pressed upwards.  She moaned and it encouraged me to do it again.  I
felt a little nub at the top and I figure that this was her clit.  I pulled
her lips apart and sucked in her clit's general direction and she nearly
tore my head off with her legs.  I pulled back and looked at her.  "Ow! 
Watch your legs!" I was half laughing as I said it and she giggled at me
again.

   "Sorry.  It's just sensitive and felt good.  Now get back down there and
finish..." She grabbed the back of my head and basically shoved my face
into her pussy.  I didn't mind being manhandled all that much because this
was the first pussy I've eaten.  I continued to push and pull her clit with
my tongue and she would make her adorable mewling noises.  I figured I was
doing something right, so I kept on doing it.  After a few more minutes, I
decided to spice it up a little and I put my fingers at the entrance to her
pussy.  She didn't change pitch of her mewling or anything so I wet my
fingers from our combined lubrication there and slowly inserted my fingers.


   One thing for sure is that I was glad I watched porn.  I would have been
really embarrassed if I got down here and didn't know what to do.  I also
remember reading some stories and how they say that she had something
called a 'g-spot' right inside to the top.  I curled my finger up like I
was telling her to come closer and she started to rotate her hips a little
more wildly.  I pulled back and got a second finger lubed and tried it
again with two fingers.  Once again, she gyrated her hips.  I could feel
that she was getting close so I tried one last thing.  I bit down lightly
but firmly on her clit and she cried out and started to jerk her hips.  I
couldn't keep contact with my teeth without hurting her, so I resolved to
just suck on her clit while I still told her to come here with my two
fingers.

   She was buckling for quite a while.  30 or 40 seconds at least.  I know
that, for me, after 10 seconds I'm done cumming.  She reached down with her
hands and pushed my head away.  "Enough.  Enough...  God that was nice..."
She had a really relaxed look on her face.  I guess I did good, hehe.  She
seemed to have her thoughts in line again because she started giggling at
me.

   "What?" I asked her.

   "Your face is completely soaked..." More giggles.  "That was good... 
You've done that before, haven't you?"

   "No.  First time." I responded as I got up.  We heard the garage door
opening and looked at each other with wide eyes.  "Shit!  Mom's home! 
Quick, put your clothes on!" I told her as I pulled up my shorts.

   "Well of course, doofus.  I'm not going to sit here with my vagina
hanging out and wait for mom!" She retorted as she pulled her shorts up. 
"You need to go wash your face!"

   "Crap!  OK, I'm going upstairs."

   ...............................

   That was our first time together.  I don't think that mom or Stupid
Steve realized what we did.  Since then, every chance we got, we were being
some sort of naughty.  It was just our thing and I think that it's one of
the reasons why we trust each other so much.

   "So do you need some help or not?" She asked me as she got off the
toilet and flushed.

   "I don't think we have time." I said dejectedly.  "We gotta be at the
bus stop in less than 20 minutes."

   "That's what you get for oversleeping.  I've been up for 25 minutes
already.  I'm ready to go."

   "Lucky you!" I told her sarcastically.

   "*Sigh* Here, turn this way." She motioned for me to stand at the sink
and turn sideways towards the bathtub.  She got on her knees in front of me
and looked up.  I was just staring at her.  "Well, brush your teeth." She
said this as she pulled my boxers down.  God, I love this girl!  She took
me in her mouth and worked on me expertly.  After a few dozen times, you
kind of get to know what your partner likes.  She likes it when I tickle
her asshole with my tongue.  I like it when she uses her nails lightly on
my balls.  She pulled out all the stops and had me going hard as a rock
before the toothbrush was even in my mouth.

   "Don't you dare drip toothpaste on my head!" She warned me in the brief
moment that she pulled her mouth off my dick.  She basically rammed my dick
into her throat after that.  I tried my best to brush my teeth.  I supposed
I was doing an OK job brushing my teeth, but I was very distracted.  She
would deep throat me then suck on my head and repeat.  On one such time
that she pulled me out of her throat she started to jack me off and looked
at me.  "Hurry up and cum.  We gotta go!" Then she proceeded to jam my cock
into her throat again.  It didn't take long.  I was so close already and
her saying that just set me off.  I hosed her throat with about what felt
like 2 gallons of cum.  She kept me in her throat so she wouldn't choke and
waited until I stopped throbbing.

   When she felt I was ready, she pulled me out and put me away.  She stood
up and patted my dick.  "All better." she said as she walked past and
kissed my cheek.  I just smiled and finished brushing my teeth.

   I walked out to the bus stop with Sam.  We made it by the skin of our
teeth.  The bus was just pulling up when we got to the bus stop.  Eddie was
already up and ready to get on the bus when he spotted us.

   "Hey guys!  Hurry up!" We got in line behind him and boarded the bus.

   I let Sam get on before me.  Eddie chose an empty seat and I nudged Sam
to go sit next to him.  She glanced back and me and glared for a split
second...  Then sat next to Eddie.  I took the seat right behind them and
leaned over the back of theirs.  "Guess what I figured out last night,
guys!"

   "That you suddenly love me and you want to run away and get married and
move to Sweden where we can spend the rest of our lives as exotic dog
breeders and start our own reality TV show that is going to go viral and
have it's own American spin off and we, then, get invited to travel back
here where we can meet the newly elected president who happens to be Donald
Trump's son?" Eddie sarcastically asked.

   "That you're secretly a woman and you want to come out to the world in a
big blazing cross-dressing glory and have your own TV show on MTV?" Sam was
ever sharp as a whip...

   "What??  No!  Eddie, what the fuck, dude?" We all started laughing. 
When it died down a little bit I leaned in again and attempted to
elaborate. "I can do that same thing I did yesterday to animals."

   "Huh?" Sam said.  Eddie asked me "Like Dr.  Doolittle?"

   "Yeah, sort of, but better.  Same as with you and Danny, I can change
things in animals, too."

   "Did you give your chameleon an 8-inch dick?" Sam said.

   "Haha, no, not this time." I responded laughing at that mental image. 
"Although...  That'd be something to see, huh?"

   They looked at me astonished.  "I'm kidding!  Jeez!" I laughed.  They
did a half laugh, not completely convinced that I was kidding.

   "Hey, Aaron, show Eddie that thing you did with your arm!" Sam asked
hushed.

   I looked around and put my arm between them.  Then I focused on myself
and visualized writing in cursive on my arm.  A message appeared baring the
words 'Eddie is gay!' in hot pink on my arm.  "Whoa!!  That's so cool,
man!" Eddie seemed to be impressed.

   "It's cool that you're gay, Eddie?" Sam again...

   We all shared a laugh and he lightly smacked her thigh below her short
shorts.  He let his hand stay there though.  I saw it, but didn't draw
attention to it.  "Oh, ha ha, Sam!" Eddie could take a joke.  He's good
like that.  He turned to me, pressing his hand more on her thigh and
putting his fingers a little bit in between them.  "What do you think you
could do with that now, 'talking' to animals?

   "I don't know yet.  Maybe I can get a bunch of poisonous spiders to go
kill criminals."

   "Heyyy, there's an idea!" Sam said and turned towards me too.  She put
one of her hands on Eddie's hand and held him there as she turned, pushing
it further between her legs.  "You should definitely do that.  Image the
headlines: 'Every crook ever has been inexplicably killed by poisonous
spiders.  No one else was hurt.  Full story at 7'.  That would be
interesting, huh?" "Not a bad idea.  I'd have to think about all that.  In
the meantime, Eddie, Sam...  You guys gotta promise...  No, vow to me that
you aren't going to tell anyone about what I can do."
They looked at each other and I'll be damned if I didn't notice Eddie

squeeze Sam's tight as he said "Yeah, man, I won't tell a soul."

   "Me neither.  What would I do without you, big brother?" She took her
hand off Eddie's and gave me a one-armed hug.  Eddie took his hand off her
leg and held his fist out to me.  I bumped him and thought for a bit.

   "If you guys can think of anything I could do that would be good for
everyone, let me know, huh?  I feel like I've watched too many superhero
movies and now I feel like I have the responsibility to do something."

   "That's a good idea, dude.  I'll let you know if I think of anything."
"Yeah, for sure."

   I sat back and closed my eyes.  We were still on Turner St, so leaning
on the window was out of the question.  I jostled enough just sitting
there. I focused my senses on people on the bus.  Normal stuff, really. 
There was one kid with a bit of a thyroid problem.  That was probably that
awkward overweight kid that always sat by himself in the front.  The bus
driver seems to have scarring in her lungs.  Probably from all the smoking.
Everyone else seems to be in good health.

   I opened my eyes and saw Eddie and Sam talking.  It's about time. 
Seriously.

   The rest of the ride was uneventful.  We got to school and Sam went to
her classes while Eddie and I went to the opposite side to where our
classes were.  We got to the collection of trailers that our first few
periods were in and he went to his first period, waving to me when he
turned off.  I walked up the steps to my trailer and walked through the
door to my homeroom.  The teacher was at her desk doing whatever teachers
do and the students were chatting among themselves.  I went to my usual
seat and sat down.

   I looked around and saw that nobody was paying attention to me.  I
decided to do some remote recon.  I was scanning people left and right and
they were all healthy 15-year-old's.  I opened my eyes and thought some
more.  I looked to my left to where Sasha normally sat.  She wasn't here
yet.  I wonder if there is something I can do to make her like me...  An
idea struck me.  I pulled out my homework and waited.  I always hated doing
homework at home so I always make sure to do it before I leave school.  She
walked in the door in all her glory.  She's a good 5'5", dark brown hair
always done up in some sexy new way, beautiful blue eyes, and a very nice
and toned lacrosse body.

   She walked towards her chair and sat down.  I leaned over to her.  "Hey,
Sasha, did you do your homework?  I had a question about one of the things
on there."

   Sasha looked at me and said "Yeah, hold on.  Let me get it out."

   "Sure." I replied.  I formulated what I wanted to change on her, and
kept it in mind.  She pulled out a piece of papers with numbers all over it
in the typical girly handwriting.  You know the kind: curve curve line dash
line line curve curve....  I reached over to grab it and closed my eyes
while focusing.  When I made contact with her hand, I changed her.  She's
now going to get extremely horny and her pituitary is going to release a
small flood of endorphins every time she looks at me.  Once she and I start
making more physical contact, I'll be able to make more changes.  For now,
that should be enough.

   "Thanks!" I told her as I made to compare hers to mine.  She wasn't
paying attention so I just kept looking at it for a few more seconds then I
tapped her arm, making sure to send surges of pleasure every time I touched
her.  I saw her shiver as she turned to me.

   "No problem.  You figured out what...  what it was you were confused
about?" She paused a bit between the 'whats' because that was the first
time she looked at me.  I bet her pussy is really wet right now.  I grinned
at her like I knew exactly what it is she is feeling.

   "Yeah, I had it right, I was just checking.  Thanks." I reached over and
touched her arm again as I thanked her and had her pleasure center go
haywire for a bit when I touched her and I told it to linger for a few
minutes after I let go.  I don't think she's going to pay much attention
today.  She kept stealing glances at me throughout the class.

   I spent the rest of the period resting my brain.  I knew that 3rd period
was the class with Ms.  Walker.  She was one hot number.  She's a couple
years out of college and this is her first teaching gig.  She's got a knack
for getting the students to understand Grammar.  Maybe people pay attention
to her because she reeks of sensuality.  You know how they say some people
don't even have to try, while others have to work at it day and night to
look and act sexy?  Well, she doesn't have to try.  Maybe she doesn't even
realize it.

   Second period was history and even paying minimal attention to the
lecture, I was still catching everything.  I could probably catch
everything in my sleep.  Not that the teacher there was boring, on the
contrary, he's a great teacher.  I just had more important things to think
about than WW1.  That did give me an idea and I filed away the thought of
getting recorded lectures and playing them to myself when I slept so I
would already know stuff without having to pay any attention in class.

   I thought about things I could try to do.  One thing I definitely needed
to figure out was how to get the teachers to let me be in class.  I know
that the second layer was emotions and maybe if I tried something there, I
might have some success.  They needed to believe that everything I said was
right without question.

   I thought to myself for a bit.  What kind of person has others do things
for them and think that they are gods?  Kings and Pharaohs.  Why did their
people do those things?  They either loved them, feared them, had great
respect for them, or admired them.  I already know that I can have someone
feel something each time they look at me.  So, if I give them a really
strong cocktail of all 4 each time they looked at me, it should do the
trick.

   Now the next problem: How to deliver this cocktail inconspicuously.  If
I try to be sneaky, it might backfire.  Taking a direct route might have
the best chance of delivery without having them suspect anything.  I'll
just go up to Mr.  Pitts and shake his hand and thank him for being a great
teacher.  That seems simple enough.  Of course, I wouldn't reap the
benefits until tomorrow, but who's complaining?

   I wonder if this cocktail will work on animals too?  I can just imagine
myself with a huge animal kingdom ready to defend me to the death.  That'd
be something!  I should find a better test subject than a chameleon though.
A dog would be a good choice, but who's dog am I going to use?  There is
that one really friendly white dog on the way to the gas station from my
house.  I could try on him.  It's a shame that his owners leave it in their
backyard all day and night long.

   The bell rang and I started to gather my stuff.  I took my time so that
most students had already left the classroom.  I held the cocktail recipe
in my head while I walked up to Mr.  Pitts.  I extended my hand and he
looked at me a bit skeptically but took it.  I blinked and changed him.  "I
just wanted to tell you that I'm glad you're one of my teachers and I
wanted to say thank you."

   He got this funny look on his face.  "Oh.  Well, you're welcome and
thank you, Mr.  Gordon." He let go of my hand.

   I decided to try the changes out.  "Hey Mr.  Pitts.  I think I have a
good grasp of pretty much everything that happened in World War 1.  I want
to take the midterm early."

   "Oh, of course!  Of course!  How soon would you like to take it Mr. 
Gordon, sir?" Sounds like it worked.

   "On second thought, I think I will just take them with the rest of the
students.  Oh, and you don't need to call me sir.  Just call me Mr. 
Gordon, like you always have."

   "No problem Mr.  Gordon.  As you wish."

   "Sounds good.  Thanks Mr.  Pitts." I turned around and started to walk
out of the classroom.

   Mr.  Pitts called out as I left.  "Have a good day, Mr.  Gordon!"

   "You too!" I yelled back over my shoulder.  I walked past some students
trying to walk into the classroom.

   I knew I spent quite a bit of my 5 minutes between classes waiting for
everyone to leave and talking to Mr.  Pitts, so I had to hurry to my next
class.  I briskly walked down the hallway, dodging people, and walked in
the doorway to Ms.  Walker's class.  I sat down and a few seconds later the
bell rang.  She went right into the lesson plan without delay.  I pulled
out my notebook.  I didn't have time to stop by my locker.

   I watched her as she explained this and that about verbs and adjectives
and such.  She was one of those teachers that liked to walk between desks
and up and down the rows.  On one such pass, I 'accidentally' touched her
arm and gave her the same cocktail.  I only added one little thing to it.
She would get extremely horny every time she looked at me.  I couldn't pass
up that opportunity.

   I spent all lesson asking questions or answering her questions just to
make her look my way.  She seemed to look visibly uncomfortable, I wonder
why?  I was just being a good student, after all.  Hehe...

   After that very enjoyable class was lunch.  I moseyed down the hall to
the cafeteria.  Our school lunches were barely considered fit for human
consumption.  Lunch period's only saving grace was the fact that they
served pizza in the next line over.  I got into that line and waited.  I
spotted Laura right outside the doorway of where the pizza line exits.  She
was standing with the normal 'cool kids' which basically consisted of most
of the jocks and cheerleaders.  I've wanted her for ages and here is my
chance.

   I stepped through the 'in' doorway to get my pizza.  The whole time
there I was thinking of what I'd do to get Laura.  She was born in Denmark
and came to the U.S.  when she was a baby.  It's not often you have
beauties like this, so any detail about their lives floats through the
rumor mill readily.  She has long dirty blonde hair, cute nose, clear skin,
big green eyes, nice medium sized tits, and a body of someone who's done
gymnastics and cheerleading her whole life.  She was also a genuinely nice
person.  Not like some of her fellow cheerleaders who would scoff at you
for trying to talk to them.

   I paid the lunch lady and walked out the doorway.  They give us these
paper plates, so I put one of my slices on top of the other and folded the
plate so I could hold the pizza better.  Since Laura was right there, I
didn't have to walk much to get to her.  I walked behind her and brushed
her arm while closing my eyes and focusing.  I was getting good at changing
people in an instant.  I gave her the same cocktail I gave Ms.  Walker plus
a couple of additions.  She now sees me as her king and her erogenous zones
have much higher sensitivity and responsiveness.

   I opened my eyes again and continued to walk, except I was also close to
Chad, the big dumb gorilla they get to throw footballs around at games. 
He's pretty good at that.  He also didn't miss an opportunity to be a
dickhead to anyone smaller than him, which was basically the whole school.

   He pushed me away from him.  I'm not a tiny guy, I'm about 5'10" and I
weigh about 155 or so.  He almost took me off my feet anime-style.  I had
increased my reflexes along with all those other things in my body, so I
was able to deftly divert the brunt of his push and kept going.  I did save
my pizza, but I dropped my backpack.  He didn't even notice, nor did he
stop his conversation.  I was apparently beneath his notice.  Maybe I
should change him into a 5'3" scrawny little thing that needs glasses. 
That would teach him...

   I walked away from Chad and his nonsense and spotted Sam and Eddie
sitting close together.  The cafeteria gets packed not even 5 minutes after
lunch starts.  I only had to dodge 3 people before I reached Eddie's table.
I sat down in a huff and Sam looked at me.  "What happened?  Someone pee in
your backpack?" Where does she come up with this stuff?

   "No, Chad decided to use me as a training tool and pushed me just
because I walked near him.  I dropped my bag, but I saved my pizza." I
replied.

   Sam reached over and put her hand on mine.  "Don't worry about that
Neanderthal.  Karma is a bitch.  Speaking of karma, I've been thinking. 
What do you think about helping people around here?  You know, like the
ones who would benefit a lot from just a little push.  You see that girl
over there?" She pointed to her right with her eyes.  "The one with the
really bad acne?  I bet that her self-esteem and self-image would get a big
boost from a little nudge from you, O Merciful One." She smiled a little
bit as she refereed to me as a god.

   Eddied lifted both his hands up and bowed to me in reverence.  "I am not
worthy..." He kept half whispering.

   I tore a bit of the crust off my pizza and threw it at his head "Cut
that nonsense out, you guys!" I laughed at them.  "That's actually a really
good idea, though, Sam.  I'll just have to figure out a way to do this so
that they don't think I had anything to do with their life altering
changes."

   Sam piped up excitedly "I already thought of that.  Her name is Andrea
Taylor.  She's in 3 of my classes.  I've had a few group projects with her
and she's really nice.  She's just so shy and introverted.  I was able to
get her to open up a little.  She's got a big crush on you." She smiled at
me.

   I felt my face flush a little.  This was the first time I've heard of
anyone having a crush on me.  "Well, how do you plan on having me make
physical contact with her?"

   Sam looked at me and Eddie with a mischievous smile.  "Slumber party."
Was all she said.

   "What do you mean a 'slumber party'?  You think mom will go for that? 
Even if she says yes, who are you going to invite?"

   "Just 2 or 3 people.  I can get mom to say yes.  I have my ways, you
know."

   Eddie couldn't resist responding to that.  "Hey, Aaron, can I come spend
the night at your house that night?  You know, for moral support..." He
would ask that...

   I laughed a bit at Eddie.  "Sure.  You just gotta promise to keep it in
your pants."

   "What if I lose my pants somewhere?"

   "I will let you borrow different pants.  Jeez!  Ha ha"

   The bell rang signaling the end of lunch.  We all said our goodbyes and
headed to our classes.  I had quite a bit to think about.  Sam had a good
point.  I do have a great opportunity to help people, but I didn't want to
get trampled by people requesting I make their dicks or tits bigger.  I
don't think that this should by my main focus when I help people, I should
be thinking about all the disabled people who have no say in how they were
born.  That was something worth think about.

   I settled down in my chair at the next class.  I did some remote recon
as people were filing in.  They were basically all healthy, except one guy
who was walking in on crutches.  His name was Dave and he was in track I
believe.  He sat a couple of rows to my right.  The seat behind him was
empty, so I got up and went to sit behind him.  He seemed like a good guy.
I've just never really talked to him.  I leaned down and asked him if he
had a pen I could borrow while he was looking through his bag.

   "Yeah, hold on." He pulled out one of his extra ones and handed it to
me. I kept in mind what I wanted to change and as I grabbed the pen, I made
contact with his fingers.  I didn't want him to immediately be healed, but
I sped it up for him.  He should be 100% in a few days.  "I want it back,
though." He looked at me when he said that.

   "Sure, dude.  I'll give it back at the end of class.  Thanks."

   The rest of class was pretty uneventful.  We had a pop quiz halfway
through the class.  The teacher liked to roam the rows of desks when he
gives out tests or quizzes to discourage cheating.  As he passed by my
desk, I made to lean back on my chair as I swung my arm slightly outwards.
I made contact with his hand and made the same changes to him as I did to
Mr.  Pitts.  I already finished my quiz so I started to ponder some more.

   I should give the changes packages names...  There's the ones I gave Mom
and Sam, that should be the Basic Female Enhancement Package.  The one I
did to Stupid Steve should be Basic Happiness.  Danny's and Eddie's should
be the Basic Male Enhancement.  The teachers should be the Basic Adult
Package.  Then there's the one I gave Laura.  Hmm...  That one I should
save for girls I like.  Maybe I'll call it Crush Package.

   I snickered to myself.  I'm sitting here in class naming the different
moves of my super powers.  I do play too much video games.

   At the bell, I handed Dave his pen with another "Thanks." and collected
my stuff to leave.

   At the next class I walked and saw that I was one of the first ones in
the classroom.  The teacher, Mrs.  Palmer, was erasing the blackboard.  She
was probably 60 years old and kinda fat and dumpy.  She was a really nice
lady and always made time for her students, so I figured I could help her
too.  I tapped on her arm and gave her the Basic Female and the Adult
Package, I just removed the constant cell regeneration so she wouldn't all
of the sudden start reverting back to her 20's, but I bet her body quality
would improve immensely.  She turned around and asked: "Yes, Mr.  Gordon?"

   "I just wanted to ask if we had homework last night.  I couldn't
remember if we did." A white lie is OK every now and then, right?

   "Not last night, Mr.  Gordon." She turned back around and finished
washing the board.  "Oh, by the way Mrs.  Palmer.  I can do whatever I want
in your class from now on." Taking everything I say as law and truth, she
says: "Very good, Mr.  Gordon.  Just keep it down, please." "Sure thing,
Mrs.  Palmer.  By the way, you're looking pretty good today, are you losing
weight?"
Mrs.  Palmer had a big smile on her face as she looked my way again. 
"Why, thank you Mr.  Gordon.  That's very kind of you, but no, I don't

think I lost any."

   "I dunno, you should check tonight.  It looks like you are losing
weight." I knew she would be, but what's the harm in a compliment now?

   I went to my seat and sat down.  This class was set in the lab which
doubled as a classroom.  She would teach from the board up front and would
rarely ever move around the classroom.  In this class, we had assigned
seats made by last name order.  I got lucky because the seating arrangement
meant Amy Goodman sat next to me.  Our table was in the back of the class
room.  Mrs.  Palmer just went down the line and we got put in the corner of
the class.  Next to us was another table with a bunch of lab tools put away
into their own plastic receptacles and a whole bunch of books we all used
for our labs.

   She was a quiet girl.  Medium length dark brown hair dyed red, a little
shorter than me, pretty freckles on her nose and cheeks, and one of the
most beautiful smiles I've seen.  I think she was quiet and reserved
because she had a lisp (who was the wise guy who decided to name this
particular affliction that anyway??).

   We've chatted a bit before and she seemed like a real nice girl, just
very very deep in her shell.  I decided to help her too, but I wanted to
have some fun and possibly give her some fun.  I made a movement with my
arm without looking her way and made contact with her arm.  I quickly fixed
her lisp, made the crush (with one addition that she would get increasingly
horny when she sensed me with any of her 5 senses), and the Adult Package
changes to her.  I kept looking away and acted like it was just an
accident. I fished out my stuff from my bag and settled it onto the shared
desk we had.

   I pulled my chair much closer to her than I usually have it and leaned
over next to her ear.  "Nod if you can hear me." She nodded almost
imperceptibly.

   "Don't be scared or shy, there's no need.  I'm not going to hurt you. 
I'd never let anything bad happen to you.  Do you understand?" She visibly
relaxed a little and let a hand fall to her lap conspicuously close to her
crotch.  I was sitting very close to her so she was getting hornier every
time I spoke and every time she took a breath.

   She nodded much more visually.  "You trust me with everything you are,
right?"

   "Of course I do!" She said a little too loudly.

   I didn't want her to draw anyone else's attention.  "Shhhhh, let's play
a game.  Don't make any noise, OK?  Not a peep." She smiled and glanced at
me with her pretty sky blue eyes.  She nodded and faced back to the front.

   Amy was wearing these comfortable looking black sweat pants and a big
grey hoodie.  Her hoodie wasn't all that thick, but it seemed to be so big
she could swim inside it.  "OK, now you're going to take your bra and shirt
off without taking your hoodie off.  Just zip your hoodie up and nobody
will notice."

   I could tell she was getting increasingly turned on and even more so
when I told her to go take her shirt and bra off.  She looked in my eyes
for a moment.  She had never done anything like this in her life, I bet. 
She knew that she trusted me beyond life itself, so she pulled her hands
inside her hoodie.  I saw her move around inside and she leaned down to her
backpack.  She came back up with her arms through the hoodie sleeves again
and showed me her shirt.  It was a black tank top or something.  She held
it between her and the table to show me and set it down on her lap.  Once
more her arms retreated into her hoodie and she fidgeted inside the immense
looking garment.  Her hands poked outside the sleeves again and she reached
underneath the bottom of her hoodie and pulled out her pink bra.  Then took
them both and stuffed them in her backpack.

   I leaned over again.  "That's a very good job.  I'm proud of you.  Now,
for this next part, you need to look forward and not make any noise, OK? 
Let's see how good you are at following those instructions."

   She studiously paid attention to what Mrs.  Palmer was saying up at the
front of the class.  I focused on her while mostly looking ahead, I had to
keep up appearances for the other students, after all.  She was about to
cum right here in class, she was so turned on.  I reached over to the
bottom of her hoodie and pulled it out a little so it didn't bunch up as I
told her "Lean forward on the table." She put her elbows on the table and
continued to look ahead.  I reached underneath her hoodie and lightly
rubbed on her flat soft tummy.  She visibly shivered.  I traced my fingers
up her tummy and felt the bottom of her tits.  I went back and forth on her
under-boob, slowly edging my way to her nipples.  I touched her right
nipple lightly and kept going.  I can tell she just wanted to close her
eyes and enjoy it, but she just stayed there looking ahead and looking like
she was paying attention.

   I took her nipple between my thumb and finger and lightly pinched it and
rolled it back and forth.  She had really nice pencil eraser nipples that
fit perfectly between your fingers.  I could feel that she loved it.  She
was probably also wondering why they are so sensitive.  I let go and
reached across and circled my hand on her left tit and gently squeezed and
played with it.  Who knew that quiet little Amy had such amazing tits?  She
always hides them in her hoodie, so I suppose that was why it was easy to
miss.  I spent a good 5 or 10 minutes just playing with her epic rack. 
Each second turning her on more and more.  I saw that she was breathing
hard and I decided to be gracious and connected her clit to her nipples and
pinched her right nipple hard.

   She let her left arm fall silently to the tables edge and held onto it
for dear life while she had her right hand planted firmly on her book.  Her
head was looking down and she was quietly shaking.  She did an amazing job
keeping that huge orgasm quiet and not attracting attention to us.  I
flicked her nipple (leaving her clit and nipples connected) and saw her
shiver again while I withdrew my hand from her hoodie.  She shook for a
little while longer and I sat there and watch, proud of myself.  I'm
beginning to think that causing a girl to cum might just be my biggest turn
on.

   When she was done riding those nice waves she looked at me with utter
happiness in her eyes.  "Did you like that?" I whispered to her.

   She pulled her notebook back to her and used her pretty girl handwriting
to write out 'THAT WAS AMAZING!!  What did you do to me?  I've never cummed
so hard in my life and you didn't even touch my pussy!'

   I quietly chuckled at her note.  "I treat all my girls like this."

   Wide-eyed, she looked at me and wrote some more.  'I can be one of your
girls?'

   "You were one of my girls as soon as you took your shirt and bra off
without any complaint.  I wanted to see if you had what it took."

   She made an excited gesture with her hands and had a huge smile on her
face.  "Yes, Ms.  Goodman?  Do you have a question?" Mrs.  Palmer mistook
her hand gesture for raising her hand.

   "No, I'm sorry, I was just stretching." She was able to think on the fly
too.  I like this girl.

   'Sorry, I spoke...  Mrs.  Palmer called on me.......  :('

   I smiled at her.  She knows when to do what I say and when not to. 
"Sweetie, you handled that great.  If it wasn't for your quick thinking,
Mrs.  Palmer might have thought something was wrong back here."

   She visibly shuddered at my praise.  I hadn't been focusing on her, but
it looked like she just came.  "Did you just cum?" I whispered.

   'Yes!  It wasn't a very strong one, but it was very nice!' She wrote
when she calmed down a bit.

   "Cum for me again." She shuddered again, clenching her hand on the pen.
Then she opened her eyes again.

   'Yes, master.' I was already turned on from playing with her epic tits
earlier, but her calling me master was a surprising addition to that.  My
dick was straining against my shorts something fierce.  I adjusted myself
so it wasn't so tight in there.  She noticed and wrote 'Here, let me....'
Then reached down and grabbed my rock-hard dick.  I needed to let that
beast out, there was no way I was going to walk down the hallway with a
tent this big in my pants.  It didn't take much to let him out since I was
wearing shorts that didn't zip or button up.  I just pulled my pants down a
bit and she caught my dick on the upswing.  Luckily the desks are nearly
chest high and all of this was concealed.

   She pumped my cock slowly and I savored every second.  I had an urgent
need though and I let her know that by grabbing her wrist and speeding her
up.  It didn't take very long for my dick to start throbbing.  I knew it
was coming and so did she.  I saw her glance around and nobody was looking
my way so she leaned down and sucked the head into her mouth and pumped
harder.  I came almost instantly into her mouth and she caught it all.

   After I was done, she put me away and turned her head towards me.  I
looked at her and she opened her mouth to show me that she had saved all my
spunk in her mouth.  Then she visibly swallowed and smiled with her eyes
closed.  Holy crap, Batman!  This girl was hiding in plain sight, too!  She
wrote down 'MMMMM, that was yummy.  Thank you, master!  Maybe I could have
some more soon?'

   This girl is amazing.  Why was she always so shy, then?  I needed to
find out the truth.  I leaned in and whispered to her.  "Hey, you know you
have to tell me the absolute truth, right?"

   She nodded and started writing on her notepad.  I asked her why she was
so quiet all the time and why she knows so much about sex.  Turns out that
she had run away from home, if you can call it that, because her dad was
abusing her.  She lived in the streets for a few months when a cop saw her
walking around and questioned her.  He looked her up and found out her mom
was killed by her dad when he found out that she ran away and he's now in
jail.  Her mom had been no peach either.  She wasn't directly mean to her,
but she watched as he did all the terrible stuff he did.  She was put into
the foster care system and started going to school here.

   Man...  This girl just wanted to belong and be loved.  This explained
why she had no self-confidence and why she knew so much about sex.  Her dad
most likely made her do a lot of things she didn't want to.  I vowed to
myself then and there that I would take care of her as much as I could.  I
whispered back to her when she finished telling me her story.  'I wanted
you to know that I'm here for you and if you need anything, you just ask,
OK?'

   'All I need is you.'

   The bell rang and we all started to gather our stuff.  "Hey, Amy?"

   She looked my way, still not speaking.  I smiled.  "You can talk now."

   "Oh ok.  I wasn't sure if I could, but I wasn't going to do anything
until you told me it's OK." Her eyes went wide.  "It's.  It's.  What
happened to my lisp?"

   "Oh, I fixed it.  Just don't tell anyone it was me.  OK?"

   She flung herself at me and gave me a big hug.  We parted and she smiled
her beautiful smile at me and gathered her bag.

   "I was going to ask you if you wanted to come over this weekend."

   "Really?  I would love to!  This is the best day ever!" She hugged me
again, but we had to get to our next class and I cut the hug short.

   "See you Saturday, I'll text you my address." We had been sitting next
to each other all year and had to work on a couple of projects together, so
I already had her number.

   "OK!" She smiled again as we parted ways.

   I had P.E.  next so I headed to the gym.  I went into the locker room
and saw Eddie.  We quickly got changed and headed out to the bleachers to
wait for the teacher.  We had a nice view of the females streaming out of
their locker room.  We chatted about nothing and watched the cute girls
until the gym teacher came out.  We were going to play soccer today.  Not
bad, I liked soccer.

   Gym was like any other day.  We had a good time.

   After we changed back I headed to Study Hall.  I needed to get my
homework done here so I wouldn't have to do it at home.  It didn't take
long because I remembered everything from the lectures and I could read
really fast now, too.

   I got to the bus before Sam and Eddie and sat down.  Sam came and sat
next to me and Eddie showed up soon after and got the seat behind us.

   He leaned over his seat and asked me "You're trying to help people,
right, Aaron?"

   "Yeah.  I helped Amy Goodman with her lisp and Mrs.  Palmer with her...
oldness.  Why?"

   "Well, I was hoping you could help my mom.  She's been complaining about
pains in her hands and back, but she can't afford to go to the doctor for
it."

   "Oh, yeah man, I'll do what I can for her."

   "Awesome!  Thanks, bro!" He leaned back on his seat.

   "You're a really good person, you know that?" Sam told me.

   "Well, what good is having an ability like this if I can't help people?"

   "Still, many people would probably do a lot of selfish things with it."

   "I still have my selfish moments, but it turns out that even in my
selfishness I helped Amy.  She was a really quiet kid because she had a
really rough past.  I guess I gave her a reason to hope now.  She's one of
my girls now."

   "Your girls?  Are you starting a harem or something?"

   "I thought about it.  I figured it would be more like a family.  Any of
my girls would be ecstatic to be there, anyway.  I'd take care of them and
give them a happy place to go to, even if they lived somewhere else.  Hope
is powerful, you know."

   "Yeah, that's true.  Am I one of your girls?"

   "Pshhh, you are my main girl!  I'm not giving you up.  Whatever guy
tries to take you is going to have to go through me!"

   "You're a pretty great big brother, you know." Sam smiled and hugged me.
Then she laid her head on my shoulder.

   The rest of the bus ride was quiet.  I thought about what would be
waiting for Sam and I at home.  Hopefully Stupid Steve wasn't so stupid
anymore.  I'm also really interested in how mom is going to act.  I wonder
how much she had changed since last night.  I should go make sure Danny
doesn't blab to anyone either.  Maybe I can see if I can make some changes
in Jae.  Tonight might be quite the interesting night, indeed.



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