Goddamn Creep, Part 1: The beginning

Finally! Zeke cheered silently, as to not be heard. The idea that he had come up with was brilliant. And why hadn’t he thought of it before? The boy asked himself, when bubbly voices of the cheerleading squad reached his ears through small gaps in the metal door. Zeke carefully repositioned himself to get a better view of the changing room.

Yes, he was currently squeezed inside a small locker in the girl’s changing room at school. For months he tried sneaking peeks of unclothed girls from across the hallway, more often than not ending up being chased away by teachers or the school’s football team. But right now, his dream of seeing a bunch of topless hot chicks was about to come true, and he bit his lip with excitement. Finally, after being locked for an hour Zeke was gonna get his reward.

Just as he had predicted, the locker gave him a perfect view of the girls. And he felt his pants tighten as they unknowingly started undressing right before his eyes. Their tight uniforms slipped off their equally tight bodies revealing more of their skin.

Each girl was different, their skin tone ranging from creamy white to olive or even black. And just like their complexions, their tits varied in size. Changing their sports underwear, they all gave him a good look. And he was not disappointed to see that most of them had developed big melons worthy of milking for hours.

But the cherry on top was seeing Chrissie’s rack. Luck had it that Zeke had previously found out which locker belonged to her, and he chose to hide right next to it. Thanks to that, he was currently presented with the blonde’s admirable D cup tits. Perky, perfectly smooth and round, they stood out even more because of her fit body and thin waistline. The sweaty pair hung above hard-earned abs that stretched down to her pelvis, where his eyes met a clean-shaven crotch.

With a body like that it was no wonder that Chrissie quickly got the role of the cheerleaders’ leader. It was just a shame that she had to be such a bitch. As the most popular girl at school, she effortlessly decided everyone else’s status, keeping her friends at the top… and poor Zeke at the very bottom.

But being seen as a loser and a pervert wasn’t nearly as bad as the treatment Chrissie’s boyfriend served him. Just like her, Brad was the captain of his respective team. Unfortunately for our boy, he wasn’t a part of the chess club but rather the football squad. Tall, muscular, and quite the meathead, he not only was the star quarterback of the team but also Zeke’s toughest bully.

No words from the cheerleaders or anyone else at school hurt as much as the punch to the gut he would regularly send Zeke’s way whenever he caught his attention.

Realizing he was getting distracted from the best thing that had happened to him in high school, he looked up inside the locker to admire some more titties and butts. However, right in front of him, and this time not outside the locker door, hung a disgusting spider.

Before he could stop himself, his body shot upright, or at least it tried to in the confinement of the locker. But, of course, it meant that, with a loud thud, his head hit the metal ceiling, instantaneously causing the changing room to go silent.

Shit…

Not five seconds later, the door opened up, letting sunlight inside the previously dark locker Zeke had used to hide in. And just like that, he felt countless pairs of furious eyes locked on himself. The girls all used their hands or pieces of clothing to cover themselves up as quickly as possible, some yelping in shock.

“Look, it’s the creep!” Chrissie shouted and pointed her finger at the squeezed boy. And with that, anyone that hadn’t seen him before was now told of his presence.

Needless to say, Brad and two of his buddies soon showed up to take care of the creep. They dragged him to the usual spot behind the locker room building and threw him to the ground.

Zeke could tell from each of their faces that he was more screwed than ever before. And before he could say a single word, Brad sent a kick straight to his ribs, causing him to lose breath for about ten seconds. And I only say ten seconds because that’s how long it took for the rest of the jocks to follow up and start kicking him as well.

Between kicks and punches he could hear them calling him various names. None of them had he not heard before, but the hate with which they were said made him truly fear for his life this time.

Usually, he’d be let off with a punch or two, maybe getting a drink right from the toilet as well. But this time the beating was going on for almost a minute. And at this point it was hard to tell where the pain was coming from, because everything hurt equally.

“I’m not gonna let you ruin my big day, you freak!” Brad announced, holding the boy by the collar of his shirt.

Rising his hand high up, he used all the **** he could find in his arm to make a final punch. The jock’s fist came at Zeke with immense speed and connected with his nose before it was compressed flat and shoved back into his skull.

BAM

The momentum of Brad’s punch sent the boy’s head flying back and into the wall behind him. And then… peace…

For a moment around him was nothing but blank space. White, endless and quiet void. One that felt like heaven compared to his previous situation. However, as quickly as it came it went away with an electrifying jolt of pain in the back of his head. And the word “electrifying” was essential here. Because even though the pain was immeasurable and nothing like what Zeke ever felt like, it also energized him in some way.

For some reason, when he looked up from the ground, he felt more powerful somehow. Though, the power didn’t lie in his arms, his legs or even any other part of his body. Instead, it felt like a different part of his mind, one he was never even aware of, had just been unlocked.

“Brad, I think he’s had enough.” A dark-skinned bully said to his friend.

But the furious team captain didn’t look like he shared that opinion. His eyes, as hateful as a few minutes ago, pierced Zeke’s soul like a spear, reminding him of all the pain he had already caused you.

“Yeah? Are you gonna keep creeping over my girl, faggot?” He asked the boy, with his fist risen again threateningly.

Zeke slowly opened his mouth, getting a taste of blood running from his nose. It hurt like hell, and he wished it would all stop. But with the unknown feeling of power lingering in his mind, he decided to talk back to the person he hated the most in the world.

“Fuck off… pussy.” He blurted out loud enough for his bully to hear.

Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, he prepared himself for another hit… But it never came.

Instead, Brad Robbins let go of his shirt, making him fall to the ground, and walked away with the two of his buddies.

Suddenly left alone behind the building, Zeke felt his body loosen up and sighed out in relief. The pain was still there, and he knew that at least one part of his body was broken, but it didn’t matter now that the beating was over.

Feeling the word start to spin, he sat back and dozed off.

Zeke woke up to a blinding light. Groaning, he used his hand to hide from the ceiling lamp.

“Turn off the goddamn light” The boy said in annoyance at the source of light that seemed to be brighter than the sun. And surely enough, a few seconds later the lamp turned off, leaving the room dark enough for him to lie down comfortably for a little longer.

And that’s when it occurred to him… He had no idea where he was.

Opening his eyes again, he yelped in pain while trying to sit up on the mattress.

“Be careful!” A rather familiar voice said from his left. “You’ve been **** for two hours.”

****? He thought and looked around. Zeke quickly recognized the room around him as the school nurse’s office. A place he’d sometimes visit after getting beaten up by Brad. This time, though, the place was almost entirely dark, only light coming in underneath the door.

“How… did I get here?” He asked, slowly getting his shit back together.

“The janitor found you passed out behind the locker rooms.” Nurse Sylvia answered.

She had worked there even before he started high school and had probably been the only person that would care whenever Brad hurt him. Even though she had no children of her own, she’d often worry about him in a motherly way. But all he could ever think of in her presence were the redhead’s big tits hidden beneath her uniform.

“It was Brad again, wasn’t it?” She asked suddenly.

Zeke thought about the last thing he remembered. Brad punching him straight in the face after kicking the shit out of him.

Not wanting to admit it, he refrained from saying anything or even nodding to the woman. But his upset expression was enough for her to confirm her suspicions. Similar situations had happened way too often for her not to know when she was right.

She leaned over the boy and rubbed his cheek reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I’ve already called the police. They’re waiting outside.”

But her words had the opposite effect from what she desired. Instead of putting him at ease, he tensed up and was filled with concern.

As much as he wanted Brad to pay for what he had done, talking to the police would require Zeke to tell them what caused the bully to beat him up. And even if he got lucky by not getting charged with some sort of sexual harassment over the cheerleaders, he’d likely be expelled from the school. Especially after all the similar stuff he’d gotten into trouble for in the past.

But it was too late, Nurse Sylvia was already at the door, calling the cops inside.

Soon enough, a female and a male police officer walked inside. Firstly, they turned on the light the boy had previously asked to be turned off. And then the female cop walked up to his bed.

“Hello, Zeke.” She said calmly in a soft voice. “Would you like to tell us what happened?”

“There’s nothing to talk about…” He said, turning his head away from the woman.

But she wouldn’t let it go. Instead, she gently put her hand on his shoulder, carefully avoiding any bruises, and rubbed it for a moment. “We’re here to help you, Zeke. If you tell us what happened, we’ll be able to stop whoever did this from hurting you again.”

Yeah, sure. As if Zeke hadn’t reported Brad bullying him before. Not once had anything come out of it, other than provoking his bullying even more. Nothing would change as long as he was the star of the football team, his rich parents regularly donated to the school, and he had money to hire top lawyers.

“I said there’s nothing to talk about.” The boy answered angrily and continued. “Now leave me alone.”

To his surprise, the female police officer let go of his shoulder and took a few steps back. Putting her cap back on, she started walking towards the door. “Let us know if you change your mind…” She said, before walking away with the other officer.

Upon that, Nurse Sylvia rushed after them in surprise. “Please, you can’t leave it like that. That boy is going to kill him at one point!” She begged them to stay and try to do something to help him.

“We’re sorry, Miss.” They said powerlessly. “We have to leave him alone.”

That’s a weird thing to say. He thought about how quickly they’d given up. Considering the multiple bandages and a patched broken nose, you’d think they would try to get at least some information out of him. But nope. They just left as soon as he told them to.

That reminded Zeke of how quickly Brad and his buddies left when he told them to fuck off as well. And now that he thought about it, he was shocked he had the guts to say something like that in the first place. It was this strange feeling probing within his head that compelled him to do something so risky.

That feeling… he could still feel in his mind. It kind of felt like a third arm that he did not know how to control yet.

Control…

As Zeke focused on the newfound feeling, it made him feel like he was in control. Not something he got to feel very often, but something he recognized, nonetheless. Could it be that he could somehow control others simply with his will?

Brad must’ve hit him so hard that he’d become braindead. The boy thought to himself, laughing at the idea. However, as much as he tried to deny the feeling it did nothing but remain there, making him grow more and more curious.

And at one point, maybe a few minutes after the police had left, he decided to entertain the idea of having some mind controlling power. Zeke had a great test subject in front of himself in Nurse Sylvia. After all, she’d known him for a long time now and knew he could be weird at times. And even if he did something inappropriate, it was unlikely that she would get too mad at him for it.

After he had made the cops leave, Sylvia asked him not to defend Brad for what he had done. She offered to let him stay in her office and recover enough to safely go home, and now she was doing something at her desk.

“Miss Sylvia, could you come over here for a moment?” Zeke asked, trying to activate his power.

The words got the nurse’s attention, and she looked up at him from her computer. However, she didn’t even flinch. Instead of getting up and walking over she looked him over to see if he needed immediate help. Deciding that whatever Zeke needed wasn’t urgent, she said. “Give me a minute, honey. I’ll just finish this up quickly.”

Well, that concludes it, he guessed. And here he thought he actually had the ability to mind control people. Seemed like it was just luck that people left him alone when he told them to today…

Or was it?

Zeke focused on the feeling in his mind once more, thinking of it as an extra limb like previously. He was not surprised to find it idle, unlike a while before when the officers listened to him. He imagined this abstract limb contracting and extending towards Nurse Sylvia. “Could you come over here, Miss Sylvia?”

And, as if on cue, the woman let go of the keyboard, moved back her chair and stood up. A moment later she was standing right next to his bed where he was still lying.

“What is it that couldn’t wait a few minutes?” She asked.

The boy could tell the request he just made was different than the first one. Exactly the part that felt new in his mind, the one that he was focusing on, felt like it was… stretching? when he asked her to walk up. However, it still could’ve been a coincidence that she decided to listen to him the second time he asked. He’d have to try something she wouldn’t just do if he asked her to.

Focusing his power on Nurse Sylvia again, he said. “Stand on one of your legs…”

Expecting her to berate him for distracting her from work and walking away, Zeke was surprised when she gave him a displeased look and put her right foot in the air behind her back.

The redheaded nurse, who was around thirty years old, was balancing her voluptuous body on one leg like an idiot. All because he had ordered her to. The implications of this filled him with excitement greater than the one he felt upon cheerleaders entering their changing room earlier that day.

“Is this everything you wanted?” Sylvia asked impatiently.

But Zeke was curious to know more about his power. Why did she listen to him? And what else could he make her do? He asked himself while looking her up and down.

Nurse Sylvia’s red hair was tied in a bun, with the exception of a few locks of hair that ran alongside each of her cheeks and over her black glasses. She wore a white doctor’s coat above a black blouse that hugged her curves tightly. The material was tucked behind elegant but equally tight black pants that covered her thin legs down to her ankles. And the only exposed part were her bare feet clad in short white heels.

“Why are you standing on one leg, Miss Sylvia?” Zeke asked in curiosity.

The woman looked at him in confusion and growing annoyance. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“So, you’re doing it just because I wanted it?” He didn’t understand her logic.

“Yes, but I would like to get back to work now.” She explained, hoping it would convince the boy to let her walk away.

“Okay, you can stand on both legs again.” She sighed in relief.

Unbeknownst to her, however, was the fact that Zeke was just getting started. And now that he had confirmation that the power was indeed real, he wanted to know its extent.

“Miss Sylvia, show me your breasts.” He ordered, again focusing his control on the woman in front of himself.

She had never shown any signs of attraction towards him and always dressed in conservative clothing. And it wasn’t because the school required her to, considering how much more boldly some other female staff dressed.

“That’s no way to speak to a woman. Doesn’t matter if you’re beaten up or not.” She answered sternly.

But her hands moved up to the neckline of her blouse and grabbed it. With **** she pulled the material down, and with one swift movement both the shirt and her bra moved underneath her pair of mature boobs.

“Believe me when I say that it’s both the first and last time I’m doing this. And that I’m disappointed in you…” Her last words caused Zeke to wash with guilt. Nurse Sylvia had been nothing but supportive of him, and he regretted getting on her bad side.

However… that gave him an opportunity to test the power even further. He already knew that he could make others do things they normally never would, but what about changing their way of thinking? What if he wanted to make Sylvia okay with him seeing her tits?

“You don’t mind showing me your breasts.” Zeke ordered, this time a change in how she felt.

As if evaporating from her mind, the disappointed look gradually left the nurse’s expression until it returned to what it was when you made her stand on one leg. Perhaps she was okay with showing him her breasts, but he was still stopping her from doing work.

“You know what? You’re right.” She said, suddenly changing her demeanor to one of indifference… for the most part.

“How about I leave them out like this and get back to work?” She tried bargaining, trying to stay respectful while getting anxious about not finishing what she had to do.

“After you let me touch them.” Zeke proclaimed, curious to know how tits, especially ones as big as these, felt.

However, as soon as she heard him, Sylvia frowned in disgust. “Just because I’m allowing you to see them doesn’t mean I’ll ever let you grope me. I really didn’t expect you to ever suggest something so inappropriate.”

It took him a moment to realize his mistake. As he got bolder with his demands, Zeke forgot to direct his control at the woman, resulting in the order not being enhanced at all. So, quickly correcting himself, he said. “You want me to touch your breasts.”

“How… How did you know that?” She said in utter shock, before snapping out of it. “Doesn’t matter if I want it, it would be inappropriate… You’ll have to be satisfied with just the view.”

It seemed like taking that route didn’t exactly work out for him. However, a brilliant idea formed in his mind, as he considered changing a person’s wants and needs.

“Miss Sylvia, you desperately need me to touch your breasts.” Zeke said, with a shit eating grin smeared across his face.

Zeke’s words affected the woman yet again. This time making her look between himself and her bare tits in uneasiness. It was obvious she was struggling to make the decision this time, and the longer she waited the more anxious she grew. At first, she bit her lip, but after a while her own hands traveled up to the mounds, checking if her own touch could solve the problem. But when that didn’t help at all, she began shaking in discomfort, making it apparent that the desperation he’d implanted in her mind was getting out of hand.

“…Fine! Go ahead and touch them!” She blurted out, giving in to the newfound desire.

Watching the fully grown woman stick her tits out in offering to his touch made Zeke’s dick twitch in his pants. But Sylvia’s desperation made him want to **** her for a little longer. Because, as unbelievable as it was, she seemed to desire his touch even more than he desired to touch her.

“I don’t want to anymore…” Zeke proclaimed and leant back in the bed.

“Wh- what? But you just wanted to a few seconds ago!” She almost cried, still offering her tits in humiliation.

He just shrugged in response.

His unexpected change of mind caused her to start to panic. She started fondling her breasts on her own, trying to satiate a desire created solely with the power to control minds. And if he didn’t know better, he’d think she was just a bitch in heat. Sweating and panting, she did her best to bring back his interest in groping her tits.

“Beg me.” Zeke ordered without using his power. It was a fun little test to see just how much control over her the ability really gave him.

“You… want me to beg you to touch my breasts?” She asked in disbelief, still rubbing and fondling her milkers.

“Yes. And if you don’t, I’ll leave you like this.”

Drops of sweat trickled down the pale and freckled skin of her tits as she considered his words carefully. But no longer than ten seconds later she closed her eyes and said as quickly as possible. “Please, touch my breasts!”

“You call that begging?” The boy asked mockingly, barely holding in his laughter at this abstract situation.

He sat up on the bed and pretended to be leaving the room. “Maybe I’ll feel like touching you tomorrow.”

But before he could stand up, Sylvia’s hands grabbed his and held them down to the bed.

“No! I can’t wait that long!” She protested. So, he gave her an expecting look.

“Ugh!” She groaned.

“Please, Zeke, grope me… Touch my fucking tits with your goddamn perverted hands!” She said, all the while maintaining eye contact with him.

With his mouth open, Zeke watched her pretty much stick her rack in his face, almost poking his eye out with one of her protruding nipples. And so, getting exactly what he wanted, he wasted no more time and sank his fingers in the soft flesh of Nurse Sylvia’s huge tits.

As soon as his hands landed on her firm mounds, the woman became weak in the knees and had to support herself on his shoulders. The fall made him so worried that he instantly stopped fondling her, more concerned if she was okay.

“Don’t you fucking stop touching now, mister!” Her threatening voice was enough evidence that she was fine, so he resumed.

The sensation of molding the tits with his fingers was just as satisfying as Zeke had presumed. But it wasn’t enough to satisfy the woman’s needs. She needed more, and he was happy to give it to her. So, he squeezed the tits together, pulled on them and played with her nipples. Her hard nipples seemed to be her most sensitive spot and brought her the most relief, so he focused on them. His index fingers and thumbs tweaked the nubs, pinched them and, when no objection was shown, pulled on them hard.

Nurse Sylvia, for her part, looked to be really enjoying everything he did. She moaned when he fondled her tits, and she yelped and cried when he pulled on her nipples. After a while, the sensation became so pleasant that, with her eyes closed, she reached one hand down to her crotch. And through the material of her tight pants, she rubbed her cunt desperately.

“YESSS!” Screaming in ecstasy, the nurse’s body shook for a second or two before she collapsed to her knees on the floor.

Zeke watched in horror as she fell before him and passed out. Her **** head fell on the bed right in front of his crotch, and he sat there, thinking that the woman might be dead. “Miss Sylvia…”

It took her a moment to register his voice and come down from her high.

“Yesh…?” She asked, with her mouth partially pressed into the mattress.

“Come on, Miss Sylvia, let’s get you up.” Even through the pain of his bruises, he was able to help the semi-conscious woman stand up and sit down on the bed.

With a little time and a glass of water, Sylvia managed to regain awareness, though obviously she was still high on the feeling of what Zeke could only assume to have been a very powerful orgasm.

“Miss Sylvia, when I leave, you’ll forget having me in your office today, and you’ll forget about Brad beating me up.” He ordered the nurse, using his power.

“Furthermore, you’ll quit smoking and never smoke a cigarette again.” The boy continued, wanting to repay her at least in some way for using her as a guinea pig, and knowing that she had been trying to do that for a while now.

And with that, he left the office, letting Miss Sylvia rest on the nursing bed.