Applying the Scientific Method

I watched her standing there, fully covered but also essentially naked, admiring her. She was just so perfect, I couldn't understand how she had thought she needed to hide herself. Her dark hair was tied in a ponytail that swayed slightly with each breath, the ends brushing against her shoulders. Her slim, athletic body was no longer obscured by her clothes; instead they clung to every curve and line, outlining the soft mounds of her new pert breasts, showcasing her nipples even when soft, cupping each boob individually as the cloth defied all laws of physics. Her sweatpants hugged her tightly, showing off her legs and clinging to her curves so tightly that her cunt could be clearly seen, the cloth even dipping between her lower lips just slightly, suggesting the depths therein. She nervous fidgeted with her sweatshirt, still wanting to cover herself even while knowing that closing it would only serve to hide a little bit of bare skin.

I just couldn’t let her go without seeing a little more. "Ayaka... cum. Hard," I said, grinning.

She grabbed the table for support, back arching as a loud moan escaped her lips, her whole body shuddering violently, slim thighs clamping together, nipples going instantly rock hard. Her hips thrust back and forth as if she was humping something invisible, breath coming in ragged gasps. I could see the faintest hint of pussy juice wet her pants before evaporating. She took a deep breath as it ended, then stood back up, her face flushed with satisfaction, smiling but otherwise acting as if she hadn’t just spontaneously cum in public.

"Fuck, that was good," she commented, breathlessly. "Thanks again. But seriously, are you done using me now?" she asked, nervously fiddling with her sweatshirt but not zipping it up. I had called her cute earlier, but in this moment she was undeniably hot.

I gave her a dumbfounded nod, and she turned and left me sitting there. I watched her perfectly outlined ass sway as she headed to class.

As she turned the corner out of sight, I sat there simultaneously aroused and relieved. What the hell happened there? She had freaked out when I asked to see her body and looked ready to storm off. Sure, that was how I would have expected her to react before all this, but that's exactly why I didn't expect it now.

I thought back over what happened in the last day, it throwing me for a moment when I realized it hadn't even been a full day yet. The only other times I could remember things not going smoothly were that first time with my sister, right at the end, and when I cut to the front of the line at the sandwich counter. The first time, Amy acted annoyed that is wasn't being specific about things, but a few words from me seemed to smooth it over. On the line, the guys I cut in front of had begun to yell at me until I gave the server my order, and then they all shut up.

I wandered toward my afternoon class, lost in thought. A girl walked by, her blouse outlining the soft mounds of her breasts. I reached out, my fingers brushing against the fabric, squeezing lightly. She stopped to allow me to feel her up, but didn't even flinch as I twisted her nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger, and as soon as I let go, she just kept walking. Another girl in a tight skirt walked by, her ass swaying with each step, and I gave it a firm smack. She broke step for just a second, but otherwise just continued on her way. I wondered if a guy would react differently, so I gave one a firm smack on the ass too. He also paused for just a second and then continued onward, not caring.

I entered the classroom late, the teacher already droning on about WW2. It seemed fairly obvious at this point that just going up to people and doing sexual stuff merited no reaction. It was when talking to people that things seemed more complicated. I glanced around the classroom, taking in the faces of my classmates. Most of them were engrossed in their notes or staring blankly at the front of the room. I didn't know anyone in this class, so there was no one in particular to try stuff with. I poked the guy to my left in the shoulder, expecting no reaction, but instead he gave me a cross look for second.

"Can I have a pencil?" I whispered to him, partly to see what would happen and partly because, now that he actually seemed to be reacting normally, it felt awkward.

"I'm trying to take notes," he grumbled back angrily. Normal reaction again. Maybe it was in the phrasing?

"Give me a pencil," I said. Without even looking at what he was doing, he wordlessly reached into his bag and handed over a pencil. I felt a surge of excitement. Success! So it was the phrasing. If I asked him for something he reacted normally, but if I told him to do something he just did it. Could I do something more radical, if I just phrased it as an instruction? It needed something obvious but also obviously not normal.

"Everyone in this class should cum," I whispered quietly.

Almost instantly, I felt a surge of arousal course through my body. My cock twitched, hardening rapidly. My breath came in short gasps as orgasm hit me hard, my hips jerking slightly. Pleasure shot through me as I felt shot after shot of my jism surge out of my dick and into my pants, then just as rapidly vanish only for another jet to shoot out. It was intense, almost overwhelming, and completely without warning.

When I finally came back to myself, looking around the room, but to my surprise it seemed no one else had cum. No one was breathing hard; the teacher was still droning on, and my classmates were either taking notes or chatting quietly among themselves. I frowned, tilting my head slightly as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. I had whispered that command, and it had worked... on me!? It had never even occurred to me that I could effect myself! But why hadn’t anyone else cum? Had I phrased it wrong? Now that I thought about it, I could see how I counted as part of 'everyone in this class,' but why only me then? Wait, I had been trying to be quite in case it didn't work.

"Everyone in this class other than me should cum," I tried again, at a more normal volume.

I looked around the room expectantly, but nothing seemed to be happening. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girl sitting next to me arch her back slightly, her breath hitching as she let out a soft moan. Her fingers tightened around her pencil, breasts heaving up and down, nipples hardening, thighs pressing together for just a second as she humped her chair a couple times, before she relaxed again, her face flushing slightly. The guy to my left, whom I had bummed the pencil from, shifted in his seat, his expression tightening for a brief moment, groaning and slightly thrusting his hips, a stain momentarily appearing on his pants, before he went back to whatever he was writing.

Still not what I expected. I had said the entire class, but only the people sitting close enough to hear me had reacted. The ones farther away didn’t seem to notice anything at all, either what I had said or the people responding to it. If my power only worked on people who could hear the command, that explained why no one else had reacted the first time, but the more I thought about, the more the hearing thing didn't completely make sense. Why was everything cleaning up if I had only ever said that to my sister? For that matter, there hadn't been any mention of pregnancy since I told my mom to assume I didn't want a kid unless I said so. And of course there was people ignoring me most of the time when I just did things; I never said anything, and every so often it seemed they reacted normally, so how did that work? The more I thought about it, the more questions I had. I had at this point completely tuned out of the class. A shadow fell across the table.

"Bueller? Bueller?" I heard, and looked up. The professor was standing at the end of my table with an annoyed look on his 70ish face, the entire class also staring at me with a mix of amusement and annoyance. "Ah, good, you've come back to us. I do hope you were thinking deeply about the reasons the allies chose to invade Africa first and can tell the class about it."

Shit! I had been so caught up thinking, it never occurred to me they would notice me zoning out. Why did some things merit attention while others were ignored?

"Ummm, could you just... No, just forget I wasn't paying attention," I told him, catching myself and changing the phrasing. If I had made it a question, I was certain he would blow up at me. He shook his head as if confused for a second, as everyone's attention shifted from me back to him, then he went back to lecturing on just that topic.

Given how close that was, I actually put aside trying to figure things out for now and tried to pay attention for the rest of class.

"Alright, everyone, I want 3 pages on the allied invasion of Africa for next week," he concluded, to general groans.

"Don't give homework this week," I yelled, hoping this worked. I figured if it didn't, I could just laugh it off.

"Oh, in that case, never mind. No homework this week," he corrected, to cheers.

"Thanks for using the prof like that, dude," the guy next to me said, giving me a slap on the back as he left. "I owe you one."

"Could you come to the front for a second?" the teacher yelled as I gathered my things. I wondered what this could be about.

"John, are you going to be using me that way again?" he asked, as if it were perfectly a perfectly normal question.

"Is that a problem?" I asked nervously, again confused.

"No, of course you can, but please let me know so I can plan things. Every time the number of assignments changes, I need to redo my grading scheme," he replied patiently.

That was all he was worried about? "Maybe? I mean, no I don't think so... You know what, I'm not going to attend this class going forward. You should just give me a pass," I put in boldly. US History and Government was a junk pass-fail course to complete the general education requirements anyway.

"Of course, if you say so," he replied. "Let me know if you there is any other way in which you want to use me," he added, turning back to collecting his notes while I stood there in shock. I had expected a little push back but he just instantly accepted it. I numbly headed back to the library.

It wasn't until two hours later when my phone pinged to remind me to go meet up with Amy for the ride home that the full implication of that set in. I had spent the time mostly finishing my calc homework, and only as the phone vibrated did it occur to me that maybe I didn't need to.