A walk down memory lane

My thoughts were running a mile a minute as I hurried to my next class. Had the past hour really happened? Did I really spend time rooting through Mrs. Andrews’ memories, changing them so she forgot she’d given me detention?

I stopped walking.

Was I a mutant? Some other form of superpowered individual? It seemed almost too good to be true, the idea that I could have something in common with people in the X-Men, Avengers, and Fantastic Four.

On the flipside, it would be just my luck to be a mutant in a world full of humans that reviled my kind.

The second bell rang. Shit, I was going to be late for class!

I hurried down the hallway at a brisk pace, finally arriving at the door to my classroom. I opened it and walked inside.

Mr. Reynolds gave me a dirty look as I entered the classroom, but didn’t comment on my tardiness. The stout African-American man seemed to be shuffling papers on his desk and hadn’t started the lesson yet thankfully.

I looked over the classroom and saw Mary Jane. She was sitting around a few other people, but there was a space open right next to her.

I managed to catch her eye and she waved me over.

Smiling, I made my way over to her and sat in the empty desk to her left.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey Adam,” she replied. A concerned look came over her freckled face. “You looked a little out of it earlier. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It's nothing serious. I just didn't get enough sleep last night,” I said easily. When I’d met her, I was initially surprised by how easy she was to converse with. You’d think a hot girl like her would have made me too nervous to even interact with her, but she just had this way about her. There was something in the way she looked at you that put you at ease. It was one of the many reasons I liked her.

MJ smiled. She glanced at the front of the classroom. Mr. Reynolds had just begun class, a lesson on the early days of World War II’s Pacific Front. She lowered her voice and leaned towards me.

“Well that's good to to hear. Now spill. What’d Mrs. Andrews have say to you when she kept you after class?"

I thought back to those scant minutes after Mrs. Andrews’ class. I’d entered her memories, somehow. I knew it. It had felt so real. I remembered her giving me detention and then forgetting she’d ever done so, just because I’d willed it to happen. How had I done it? Was there some sort of trigger like stress that shunted my consciousness into someone else’s memories? Could I do it at any point if I wanted? To anyone, even Mary Jane?

The redhead sighed.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Just... forget I asked.”

Her perfect emerald eyes took on that concerned look again. Damn, she was so beautiful. I only wished there was some way I could draw her interest. The way things were going, it didn't look like there was any way we were ever going to advance beyond the "just friends" stage.

My eyes flicked to her tits almost reflexively. They were so big. I couldn't help but imagine how soft they'd feel in my hands or wrapped around my cock.

She covered her cleavage with her arm, a slight grimace on her face.

"Sorry," I muttered pathetically.

She offered a weak smile.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it," she looked away from me.

I balled my fists. I knew she had every right be upset with me for openly ogling her body like that, but that didn't stop the anger that welled up in my chest. It wasn't fair that I should have these feelings for someone who'd never return them. A part of me wished I could wipe my own memory of her, just to be rid of thoughts I'd had of her. Another part of me, a part that had grown larger the more I thought about her, wanted nothing more than to just take Mary Jane and make her mine in any way I could.

A small smile tugged at my lips.

I could make her mine. My... powers had allowed me to erase Mrs. Andrews' memory of giving me detention and fabricate something new in its place.

How had I done it?

I stared at Mary Jane. She looked like she wanted to change seats and get away from me. I had to erase that memory.

She felt my stare.

“Adam, are you sure you’re okay? You're acting really weird,” she fidgeted in her seat.

Something tugged at the back of my mind again.

My vision went dark.

The world reformed in front of me. I sat in a classroom. The bell hadn’t rang yet, but most of the class was already here. There were a few missing, however. Where was Adam? Was he still in Mrs. Andrews’ class? I wondered if he’d gotten detention or not.

I blinked. No, this wasn’t me. I looked down. The tops of Mary Jane’s big, perky breasts greeted me. Holy shit. Her cleavage looked incredible from this angle. It turned out her face wasn’t the only place she had freckles on.

I took a deep breath.

Wow, I’d done it again. I’d gotten inside someone’s memories, only this time I’d done it because I’d wanted to.

Well, that settled it then. I was either a mutant or some other form of superpowered freak. Or I could be delusional and foaming at the mouth in some mental hospital. You could never really be sure.

Okay.

So I was in MJ’s memories. What could I change? Was I limited to just the past few minutes or could I go deeper, farther into her memories and completely change who she was at her core?

I heard a voice. It was soft, feminine, but it wasn't spoken. It felt like the voice was coming from inside her head. Were these her thoughts? I listened.

She was waiting for someone else. Not me. Peter Parker. I hadn’t noticed his absence from the class but I guess I should have assumed he wasn’t here since he’d normally sit with his girlfriend in their classes together.

He was probably saving someone as Spider-Man, she’d thought. An undercurrent of worry pulsed through her mind.

What?

No, that couldn’t be right.

Spider-Man.

Memories flashed before me. A red and blue costume that had become so familiar to the people of New York and beyond. The mask came off. A boy my age with dark brown hair and friendly blue eyes looked at me.

“I’m… well, there’s no easy way to say this so I'll just say it. I'm Spider-Man. I've been Spider-Man for about four years now. I’m sorry you had to find out this way, MJ,” he said.

“Uh-huh. Were you ever going to tell me or were you going to let me find out when they plastered your dead face all over the news?!” I said, anger and fear coursing through my trembling body.

No, not my body. Mary Jane’s. She was talking to Peter Parker and Peter Parker was Spider-Man.

I willed the memory to freeze so I could gather my thoughts.

So Peter Parker was Spider-Man. It was a lot to take in. In a way it made a certain amount of sense considering the frequency with which he’d missed our tutoring sessions. He’d probably been out there somewhere fighting villains like the Green Goblin or Rhino. Mary Jane had seemed so understanding of his tardiness, lately, but she hadn’t at the start. She’d found out sometime he’d been tutoring me then.

I'd have to be careful. Spider-Man was certainly no pushover. If he found out what I was doing to his girlfriend, there wasn't much I could do to him physically. Mentally, however, I had the upper hand. I'd have to comb over his memories of me regularly to make sure there weren't any suspicions there. Or maybe I could go a little further, make Peter somehow remember me as someone who could do no wrong the same way I was already doing to MJ. Yeah, that could work.

So, MJ had found out about Peter's secret on her own, before Peter could tell her. She’d been angry about it. She was afraid of losing Peter one day and being utterly powerless to stop it, which fed into her anger. She wanted to break up with him and save herself the potential heartache of losing another person she cared deeply for. There was also something else that troubled her? Jealousy? Of someone Peter did his heroing with?

I resumed the memory.

Peter’s face looked crestfallen, but his stance was firm. MJ could tell that he’d never budge on his mission to save people. Her protests would fall on deaf ears.

“Hey, at least I have Gwen watching my back. You know she’d never let anything happen to me, right? She’s about as strong as I am,” he tried to make her smile, but accomplished the exact opposite. He sighed. "MJ, there were so many times I wanted to tell you."

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Betrayal and overwhelming worry churned within her. She didn't know how to feel about Peter's revelation.

I paused the memory.

Gwen. Gwen Stacy, Captain Stacy’s daughter was Ghost-Spider? I remembered seeing images of her webslinging alongside Spider-Man a few times on the internet. Damn, that white suit clung to her body like second skin, emphasizing the shape of her ripe C-cup breasts and her runner’s ass. Her dad definitely wouldn’t approve.

I’d met the Captain a few times at the police functions Mom brought me along for. The guy was an absolute hardass who hated vigilantes and was so protective of his daughter that the idea of asking her out had scared away most of her potential suitors. He'd even glared at me when I had the audacity to ask her if she wanted something from the buffet table.

The Captain would definitely throw a shitfit if he knew what Gwen was getting up to in her spare time, so I doubted she ever told him. I certainly wouldn't blame her.

So that was what Mary Jane was jealous over, huh? It made sense. She gets left behind in the dark while her boyfriend goes out saving people with another hot girl from their school. On top of that, there were mutterings and speculation that Spider-Man and Ghost-Spider were a couple who gained their powers at the same time. Much as MJ refused to give credence to those rumors, they had affected her. Had caused her to doubt her relationship with Peter.

Mary Jane really wasn’t happy with her life as it was right now. I could change all of that. Maybe make her forget about Peter’s secret identity. Wipe away her entire relationship with Peter like an eraser on a whiteboard. No, that’d be too much of a change. People would notice and that notice would lead to me. After that Purple Man guy had rampaged through New York and its women, the law had become very unfriendly towards mind controllers and ramped up its efforts to track them down. And that was what I was. I had to be careful or risk being discovered. Fuck, my own mother was a police officer. That meant I’d have to be beyond cautious. I’d have to be truly paranoid.

I should have just let it go, pretend I’d never discovered my ability in the first place. It was the safe, easy option.

But I wanted Mary Jane. I wanted her body, her heart, and her mind. I wanted all of her to belong to me. I wanted to be the most important person in her life. To me, that was worth any potential consequences of using my power.

I knew I could make her mine in all the ways I wanted. I would just have to start small, beginning with this little memory I found myself in. I could feel that it was important to her. A bookmark in the novel of her life.

Mary Jane reflected on Spider-Man’s true identity. She understood why Peter hid who he was, but she couldn’t help but feel miffed he hadn’t told her and that he’d shared this aspect of his life with another girl. She knew relationships that weren’t based on honesty were doomed to fail and Peter had deceived her for months and had had no plans of changing that.

Peter was a liar who spent more time around Gwen Stacy than his own girlfriend. Adam wouldn’t do that to her if he were in Peter’s place. He was such an honest, strong guy. She kind of wished she were dating Adam instead of Peter. It certainly wouldn't be nearly as stressful.

The thought was small in the grand scheme of things, and she’d barely noticed it, but it was there nonetheless. She remembered it however, and would continue to do so throughout the coming weeks, though I couldn’t explain how I knew that. Lie a seed, it would grow, inflecting her later memories. The world trembled around me, far more intensely than it had with Mrs. Andrews.

I could feel the memory try to eject me, but I held on somehow. I still needed to move forward, to edit the memory she had of me checking her out.

I returned to Mary Jane’s memory to just after I’d entered the classroom and sat down next to her.

I saw me stare into Mary Jane’s cleavage. She’d felt gross. I wasn’t unattractive by her standards, but it was still awkward and uncomfortable as hell. She was used to guys checking her out and understood that was a fact of life. She'd caught me looking at her before, but I'd never actually just openly leered at her.

The way I saw it, there were two options in front of me. Option one: I made her forget about me checking her out. That’d solve the immediate problem, but it wouldn’t get me any closer to her. I could feel a minute difference in her mindset in this memory. The thought I’d inserted into her earlier memory had somehow reverberated this far. There was a small, persistent voice at the back of her mind that wondered if she’d be better off with someone like me. Someone without any big secrets or dangerous occupations. I really liked that voice.

She felt betrayed seeing me openly ogle her body like a pervert. It felt like a violation of our friendship and her perception of my respect of her relationship with Peter. Which lead to option two: let her keep the memory of me checking her out, and reframe our entire relationship. I could make her remember enjoying my attention, even seeking it out. I could make her remember being obsessed with me the entire time she'd known me, too nervous to act on her feelings for fear that I wouldn't feel the same. It would be a delicious role-reversal.

I had no idea how I was going to accomplish it, though. Time had passed almost instantly in the real world even though I'd spent a few minutes in Mrs. Andrews' memories.

It turned out the answer was staring me right in the face. I tried to view memories later than when I'd taken a dive into MJ's mind, but found nothing. It was completely and utterly blank. Like new memories hadn't been formed yet. I was wrong. Time didn't just pass more slowly in the real world. Time was frozen there. Theoretically, I'd have as much time as I needed to make the changes I wanted.

Emboldened, I got to work.

Mary Jane’s memories flowed more easily to me now. I was getting used to this power, and quickly too.

I poured over the memories she had of me. Of our tutoring sessions and conversations at school. I made her see me stare at her body. I could feel her natural revulsion wash up like magma from a volcano, but I wiped it away, leaving a blank canvas.

I painted it over with feelings of acceptance and lust, letting them develop into a full-blown infatuation for me in later memories while making her forget all the intense love she'd had for Peter. Soon, I came to dominate her memories. Barely a moment passed in her mind where she wasn't thinking about me or fantasizing about pleasing me. I even altered her memories of staying up at night wondering where Peter was. Instead, she’d remember slipping a finger into her tight pussy, masturbating while lovingly moaning my name.

If she was happy, I made her think of me. If she was sad, I let her remember drawing on thoughts of me for strength. If she was with me, I made her see me ogling her body and remember loving it. I made her remember wishing that I'd do more. That I'd grab her ass and tell her she was mine.

I even found memories she had of herself naked. I stayed in those for while, memorizing every detail of her body. Her big, naked tits and their cute little pink areolas looked incredible. I couldn't wait to suck on them. She took very good care of her body, boasting a toned midriff and thick thighs.

There was one memory she had of looking over her shoulder into a mirror to see how her ass looked. Damn. The tight shorts and jeans she usually wore did not do that bubble butt enough justice. Holy shit. I stayed there for much longer than I probably should have.

Eventually, I reached her latest memory of me before today. It was yesterday. We'd met in the hallway and exchanged a few words, but that was it. But that wasn't how she'd remember it now.

The busty redhead was walking down the school hallway and noticed me at my locker. She stopped by to say ‘hi’. She wanted to cheer me up. Pity colored her emotions. It was easy to twist it into something more. An attraction to a wounded soul that needed mending. It seemed strange that someone so strong would need her help, but that was what differentiated him from Peter, and she loved that about him.

She was almost hopelessly infatuated with me now, the countless memories I'd given her of obsessing over me forming a tidal wave that washed over the rest of her mind. In her mind, I was the pinnacle of what every man should strive to be. She felt honored to be my friend, but desperately wanted more.

MJ's pliant mind soaked up my new additions like a sponge. While superficially a pretty feisty, extroverted girl, deep down she hid a nurturing, caring persona that liked the idea of helping people in need. To her, I was in need, and I needed her. The realization delighted her. She'd finally found a way to act on her obsession with me that wouldn't risk my rejecting her.

I hadn’t ogled her body in that memory. I’d been good, staring directly into her eyes. She'd appreciated that as a friend, but frustration welled up within her. Was she not attractive enough for me? She'd worn her tight, low-neck blouse just for me.

She wouldn't be revolted if I'd stared at her breasts now. Quite the opposite, actually. That reflexive reaction was utterly foreign to her thoughts. The only things left at that point were her pity for me and intense attraction to me. I'd greatly strengthened the latter over countless memories stretching back months. Her infatuation had warped into a deep, pervading obsession with me.

I made her remember my eyes flicking briefly to her breasts. She'd gasped as her pussy tingled with arousal.

“H-hey tiger.” she wrung her hands cutely and bit her lip.

God, I look like a whore. I hope Adam likes it.

The thoughts came easily to her, without my prompting. It wouldn't be long now.

“Oh, I’m good now that you’re here,” I made my past self say. He was openly ogling her breasts now, and she liked it.

“Stop it. You’re gonna make me blush,” she gave him a playful slap on the shoulder. She leaned forward, slightly, offering a better view of her cleavage. “I’m about to head to lunch with Peter. You should come join us.”

She inwardly cursed herself from bringing up Peter's name around Adam. It was bad enough she was strutting around like a whore to entice him without mentioning her boyfriend's name. Wait, why was she dating Peter again? She honestly couldn't recall ever really loving him. She admired him for his intellect and strength of character, but he seemed so dull compared to the man in front of her.

My past self quirked an eyebrow.

“Oh, I don’t know. I wouldn’t want intrude. I can find somewhere else to eat. Don't worry."

He looked away from her.

The absence of my attention felt like the warmth had been sapped from her body. She knew she shouldn’t care about getting Adam’s attention, but she couldn’t deny that she’d been attracted to him since the moment they’d met. She’d spent hours imagining them together. Hell, she’d even dreamed of it. It’d be perfect, she thought. Adam held no secrets from her. He wasn’t in any danger of being killed or grievously wounded. He wasn’t spending all of his time with another girl. Peter could let go of whatever obligation he had towards her and start dating Gwen. She’d seen the way the blonde girl looked at Peter. It was plain as day she wanted him.

The thought of losing Peter should have saddened her, but instead she felt relief. She could finally tell Adam she loved him.

She loved me.

So, she did something she'd long imagined but never thought she'd do.

“Why don’t I take you out to lunch then? My treat,” she gave him a friendly smile to mask her own nervousness. Damn, she'd never been this nervous around a guy before. “God knows we never really talk much in private and… I’d really like to get to know you better.”

My past self looked down into her cleavage again, drawing a wider smile from her. He traced her body lower, down her slightly exposed midriff to her wide hips and thighs. Her pussy clenched. She knew she’d made the right decision.

The lunch had been amazing. They’d talked about each other’s lives without judging or holding back anything. It had been so refreshing. Adam hadn’t had to end their meal early to go save someone a block away. Hell, he’d actually showed up, and that was a relatively new experience for her. She’d let it slip that their shared meal had almost felt like a date. Thankfully a flash of her cleavage was enough to distract him.

Mary Jane doubted that trick would work again. Soon enough, if she kept teasing him, he’d want more, and she was perfectly willing to give him what he wanted. Her heart skipped a beat. If he liked her body, it was only a matter of time before he asked her out for real.

She bit her lip.

Adam was almost like her secret boyfriend. She felt a thrill go through her at the thought. She wanted to put her hand between her legs and rub her tingling pussy. Peter could have whatever secrets he wanted, she decided. It was high time she started having some of her own. She wondered how Peter would react if she old him how much she loved it when Adam shamelessly admired her body. How sexy she felt when Adam’s pretty eyes stared into hers. Her pussy gushed. Fuck, she wished Adam would just tell her he wanted her already. She loved him so fucking much it hurt.

It was so amazing to watch it all unfold. The new memories I’d created for her. She was like a puppet on a string, mine to control and manipulate however I wanted. I should have felt disgusted at what I'd done to her. I'd fabricated entire lived experiences for MJ as easily as deleting sentences in Word and replacing them with something else. I'd **** her to fall in love with me, to be obsessed with me. It was wrong. So utterly immoral that couldn't justify it to myself. Why did that turn me on?

I don’t know how long I spent in there, alone in Mary Jane’s memories. It felt like an eternity. I seemed to have no limits to my endurance here.

I let the memory play out. Her reflexive disgust was still there in her memory, but she felt confused as to why she felt it in the first place. I did her the favor of wiping it from her memory, letting her lust and love for me take over. Her attraction to me was so strong now that she’d done most of the work on her own.

I waited for a few minutes, mulling over the experiences I'd had here. If my changes worked, the Mary Jane I knew would be different. She'd be hopelessly in love and obsessed with me. She wouldn't love Peter anymore and all I'd need to do is hint at being interested in her and she'd break up with him in a heartbeat.

Strangely, my dislike of Peter had dimmed significantly. It might have had something to do with what I now knew about him, but I actually felt pretty bad for stealing someone so beautiful from him. I'd make it up to him, somehow. What was that thought MJ had about Gwen Stacy, that the girl obviously had feelings for Peter? Maybe she could be his rebound girl.

Hm. It was definitely something to consider, but for now, I had to figure out how to get out of here.

My thoughts went back to my time with Mrs. Andrews. What had been the trigger for getting out of her mind, exactly? I think the tremors had done it. They showed up whenever I made changes to MJ’s memories. They were much stronger in the beginning, but had gradually subsided to nearly nothing. I wondered why that was. Would it prevent me from leaving? **** me to be stuck here for all eternity, trapping the world beyond in a purgatory of neverending timelessness.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the idea of leaving Mary Jane's mindscape.

Something tugged at the back of my mind and darkness exploded around me.