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"I wish I had ten percent more healing ability than I do," feeling a slight ting in his head that made the pain intensify to hear the point of passing out but he held on.

The nurse looked at him with an odd expression, "That's a very strange statement, Mr. Brown. Are you feeling okay?" For a woman in her 40s, she was certainly a MILF. Looking around, he was almost a little bit disappointed Jessica wasn't in the room.

Mason developed a smirk as he felt his pain subside at a quicker rate. It was still very intense but not unbearably so. "Yes. I feel fine, I keep telling you,".

"Slurred speech and disorientation," pondered Jessica's mother, as she considered the implications of her patients conditions in her head. Trying her best to ignore, Jason's eyes adjusted, now well-adjusted to the level of ambient light looking up and down her curves, "signs of a possible stroke or neurological damage. I hope that ambulance gets here soon."

Doing some quick calculations in her head, a boy 5'6 probably weighing 50kg should need about 200mg, "Here, take these," ordered the nurse as he handed Mason some pills and a cup of water, sealing her fate.

Staring at the pills, Mason was relieved his pain had already lessened to it's previous level in what felt like less time. Figuring this was working, he went for another round, "I wish I had ten percent more healing ability than I do currently. UGHH, what are these?"

"Jason, are you okay? You just repeated the same sentence twice and cried out in pain. How many fingers am I holding?"

"2. It's Mason, remember?"

"and now?"

"3 fingers."

"Okay. It's just an anti-inflammatory," informed the Nurse as Mason swallowed it, feeling only slightly guilty about miss pronouncing this pervert's name, "taking one after a stroke or neurological event can significantly reduce the amount of damage that occurs and improve recovery, if that's what you're experiencing and if not, it should lessen your pain."

Mason couldn't help but smile knowing his pain was going to be substantially reduced soon and if his theory was right would mean he could make changes. Maybe even big changes. The pain killers, combined with his faster healing....the possibilities were enough to get him physically aroused and excited. Although Jessica was really the one he'd always lusted after, Jessica's mom had definitely been the one to pass on the good genes. Still, Jessica was his crush and he'd really prefer if she was here to use as a test subject.

When a smile light up on this face realizing, he could change that. "I wish something would make Jessica need to return to the nurses office." Once again, the pain he experienced was very minor like the change to reality had tiny and inconsequential.' Already, he wasn't sure if it was the pain medication or his 10% faster than 10% faster healing, but he was starting to feel only moderate pain and felt he could get used to this faster healing.

"What was it that I kept saying nurse? I wish I had 10 percent faster healing than I currently UGH do?" asked Mason as he felt his erection throb. Somehow, he felt more healthy physically all over and a little thrill at how the nurse was actively trying to keep her eyes away from the bulge to not indulge or embarrass her patient.

"Yes, are you aware you are saying that over and over again?" suspiciously asked the nurse, wondering if her patient was playing a game and pretending to be sick. Yet feeling his forehead, he seemed quite flush and his pain seemed genuine. She just wish the pervert didn't have a clear erection from ogling her.

Grabbing her blood pressure cuff, she figured it would be an apt time to make sure there were no abnormal blood pressures indicative of stroke while waiting on the ambulance.

"I wish my testosterone levels had been slightly higher during puberty," said Mason as he immediately felt his body adjust slightly. A bit of his body fat disappearing, his bulge growing a bit harder and harder. Amazingly, despite the pain, it felt like it was going away faster still. Pausing, Mason wondered if testosterone levels helped men heal faster? He certainly liked the changes to his body and couldn't wait to do another round of that. He'd never felt this horny, aroused and loved his new manhood before mistakenly wishing wishing the nurse felt the same way, causing his head to explode in splitting pain.

On the verge of passing out, Mason felt a soft hand stroke across his face as an angelic voice said "Mason, stay with me. Don't pass out again. As a pair of soft lips pressed across his lips, embracing him in a kiss," immediately focusing his attention back through the pain. "My first kiss!" though Mason as he started to kiss her back passionately, appreciating the pain growing less blinding.

The nurse couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor kid crying out in pain. She knew losing consciousness again could be bad neurologically so instinctively, with her empathetic nature, she reached out and stroked in face to try to give him something to ground him. Nature wasn't fair but it didn't seem like puberty had passed him over entirely. Sure, he was just an average 5'8 but he was pretty lean and had a little muscle on him. Truth be told, the bulge he'd been showing had turned her on a bit. It looked to be at least 6 3/4th and a little thick. But surely not as satisfying as her late husband's 8 inches but it had been forever since she'd been with a man. Truth be told, she missed him and felt a bit flattered to have a fairly hung man's appreciative glaze. It just felt natural to lean in and kiss this young man.

She was a bit shocked when he started kissing her back with passion and pushed him away. Realizing she'd crossed a professional line and could get fired, she backed up to nearly the other side of the room. "What is wrong with me?" thought the widowed nurse just as the door opened and her daughter entered.

"Here's your cra...holy bi...umm crappy big holy load of books. Yeah," replied Jessica as she threw the load of weight onto a chair clumsily and offloaded his jacket on top, "Later, ...loser" as she closed the door. She couldn't help but shake her head a bit. Mason had always been such a giant nerd. Nerd-boy was into science and gaming but he'd really filled out nicely over the last two Summers and she'd noticed. The throbbing erection was ...to be honest... much larger than her ex-boyfriend.

Lost in thought, she failed to noticed two people charging down the hallway with a ton of equipment on them and got side swiped onto the ground, "What the fuck?" she cried out as the people got up. A quick apology later from the woman as the man helped her to her feet and saying, "Hurry, Dr. Snow. Time is of upmost essence" as scrambled down the hallways, towards the classroom she'd just left.

"Fucking weirdos. No running in the hallways, assholes!" she yelled at them as they ran off only to hear her mother yell through the door "Jessica! Language!"

Jessica stood up and collected herself, wondering what they hell they were doing there as she noticed their lab coat on the back said, "S.T.A.R. Labs". Isn't that the group of scientists responsible for investigating superheroes and weird alien stuff? Hearing the sound of wheels on the ground, Jessica turned around to see a team of paramedics with a stretcher. Her heart sank a little bit, hoping Mason would be okay. As she saw nerd-heartthrob being helped onto the stretcher, she lamented he was so into nerdy-stuff as he was quite the handsome, fit man. The poor stretcher could barely fit his 6' muscular frame much like his jeans could barely hold back that beast. "Is nerd-heartthrob really that bad off?" Jessica asked herself as she used the school's widely accepted nickname for him in her own head.

She barely heard him say "I wish Jessica would come ... " as the paramedics pushed him down the hallway. Her mother stood next to her with a disappointed look on her face and her lipstick slightly smudged, "Jessica, three things. One, you aren't supposed to come into the office without permission. You need to knock first. Two, Mason seems to be in bad shape. I want you to go with him to the hospital. I'll pick you up after school."

"But Mom! I have cheerleading practice!" whined Jessica as she felt an all to familiar heavy bookbag shoved against her chest, "Ow!"

Dropping the weight on her daughter, Jessica's mother followed up with "...and three, I don't care as you need to learn to watch your language. They'll just have to do without you, now get going!" before moving back into the nurses office and clicking the lock on the door shut as she allowed one hand to slide down the inside of her scrubs. Marveling at how wet that student's monstrous cock being all hard as she was making out with him; had left her, "Never again," thought Jessica's mom as she chastised herself for a moment of weakness...."only in fantasies" as she continued to up the pace of her hand, moving towards what she knew was going to be the first of many great orgasms that day...really day-dreaming, what it would be like to have his lean chiseled frame, laying across her bed...hard and erect...throbbing as she'd used her own hands to lubricate that monster before teasing it against his lips and riding him for all he's worth. Showing him what a real mature woman can do that those teenage sluts can't....

*Knock Knock knock*

"Fuck!" thought the nurse. "Who is it? Just a minute!" as she removed her hands from her scrubs and quickly dried it on a nearby towel and hoping it didn't smell like sex.

"Nurse? We are doctors from S.T.A.R. lab. We need to speak to Mason Brown immediately, you may be in grave danger," showed a very stern, serious sounding female voice.

"Danger? From nerd-heartthrob? Mason may be a pervert but he wouldn't hurt a fly," though the nurse as she unlatched opened the door.

"Alright son. We'll be at the hospital in no time. Just hold tight," said the paramedic as he looked at the beautiful, teenager woman holding his hand and looking genuinely concerned, "Lucky bastard," he thought.

"Oh, don't worry. I feel much better already. I wish you'd sit up front with your partner. Jessica can keep me company," requested Mason as he smirked at her. The paramedic thought "Yeah, right. Keep you company."

"Sir, that's very unusual and against medical protocol. We always need to have a medical professional in the back. I can move up front but I'll have to keep the observation window open. Are you sure you're healthy enough to be on your own?" double checked the driver, pretty sure having an observing eye would prefer any company-ing from happening.

"Oh, I'm absolutely sure. Better than fine! Great, actually. I wish you wouldn't bother observing me. Jessica has her first aid, don't you?" subtly wished Mason.

"No, I ... err have my level 2 first aid," replied Jessica going along with the lie. The fact nerd heartthrob was finally showing an interest in girls and not just video games, made her debate whether it was that massive, awe-inspiring bulge and well-defined chiseled arms on his 6'2 frame that was doing it. "Figures, the first time he'd show interest is when he's delusional and muttering about healing faster and puberty."

Getting up from his seat, the paramedic stretched as high as the low-ceiling would allow, "Alright then. Just tap on the window if anything changes and I'll come right back," before turning back and saying "What?"

They both looked him like he was crazy, but he'd sworn he just heard the kid mutter "I wish your tits were just a little bit bigger and lips fuller" before responding "Uh, nevermind" in response to their "We didn't say anything" stare. "Must be imagining it, a man would have to be crazy to complain about those lips and that set of tits. I have half a mind to 'observe' but I'd get in so much trouble"

"So we're too late. Dr. Ramon, please call the hotline and update them on his new location. You said St. Albert's General Hospital, right? Great. Thank you for your help and proowhat?" cried Dr. Snow as she watched the nurses tits expand and her lips become more pillowy, "Dr. Ramon, do you..."

"Yes, I do, fascinating," before hitting 9 on his phone and relaying the location.

"Thank you, that has been very helpful nurse," before retreating and rushing his colleague down the hallway leaving a confused nurse her wake.

Shrugging her shoulder, the nurse went back into the office and closed the door before standing in the mirror seeing nothing different. Gently adjusting her best assets, that nerd-Thundercock had displaced. "God, that man is a hunk" she thought to herself.

Speeding down the road, Dr. Ramon's mind was deep in thought as he discussed the nurses transformation with his partner. "She seemed completely unaware of the changes like we were, " Dr. Ramon noted, "That means, until Mason Brown's powers either wear off... or resets, persons seem to be unaware anything is different. She likely believes she's always been that endowed."

"Yes, I would surmise, someone who had been under the effects previously of Mr. Brown's power can sense the changes to reality, giving us at least a fighting chance Dr. Ramon. If we can make his powers reset somehow, then we can likely reverse the changes imposed onto the nurse," hopefully said Dr. Snow, before adding "as long as we are not too late."

Staring out the window, Dr Snow paused for a moment, contemplating a worrying concern, "Do you think the Justice League received our update on his location already?"

Pulling the car to a stop for a red light, Dr. Ramon looked over at his colleague. "Yes, I suspect so. Given the severity of the situation, I upped the alert to a level 9 when I sent the new location so I'm sure it likely alerted the senior members. It'll just be a matter of whose closest," wondering why she was asking something she'd know the answer..., "Oh shit."

"Oh shit, is unprofessional language, Dr. Ramon," chastised his partner, "but appropriate. Oh shit is right. A superhero is about to walk into a situation, where reality can change and they are left completely unaware reality has changed."

"...and if we can't make Mason Brown's power wear off or reset" completed Dr. Ramon.

"Then Mason Brown may have a very powerful ally working in his favor and defense, perhaps since no cars are coming, we should speed through this red light," urged Dr. Snow as her partner put the car into gear. "I'll call the hotline and update them on the information. It might be too late for the first league member to arrive, but maybe there's still hope for the rest."