Going a bit crazy (EXTRA)

NOTE: This chapter was finished but did not fit the story proper. I am publishing for those who want, but it's just a side bit for now

I didn't need to be back to the office until after lunch, so I was looking for something to do. Normally, of course, I would just browse the internet, but the earlier blowjob by Diana the waitress had gotten me going, so my mind was on sex again. Maybe it was my failure to even make it twelve hours into my 'normal life', maybe it was a delayed reaction to the sudden change, maybe it was my subconscious adjusting to being able to do anything if it could just convince my conscious mind to do. I don't know; there aren't exactly psychological studies on how people react to becoming essentially omnipotent.

I looked around the dinner; it was midday so just a few couples having lunch, but mostly random singles, about evenly split between men and women if I included the waitresses. I had enjoyed having Diana service me; perhaps my experience with the Prince clones had helped me get over my **** to do random things with random people, because I was definitely looking around with an eye to use everyone here. I started by having all the women in the diner suddenly get horny. Not a little horny, but 'I must touch myself right now' horny. But I also had them keep doing what they were doing, so there were women drinking coffee with one hang while groping themselves, humping bar stools while they ate sandwiches, frigging themselves while they had otherwise normal conversations across the table. The waitresses who were carrying only one arm worth of stuff were walking around with the other hand down their skirts, those who couldn't do that were walking strangely, trying to get action by rubbing their thighs together. There was plenty of grunting and moaning going on, between speaking and eating.

Diana had a new customer, so I went over to watch. She had a hand in her dress, while the hand holding her order pad worked back and forth over her boobs. "Hello (moan) Welcome to Joe's Diner (nipple pinch, gasp) What can I geeet for you," she asked the oblivious male customer, the stutter she made during the last bit combined with the slight swaying indicating she had a light cum. "Can I get the chicken pannini and some green tea," he responded, focusing on his menu despite a woman frigging herself right next to his head. He was in the first booth; the woman next to sitting at the counter was using the edge of her stool to get herself off, frigging her clit as well with one hand, as she somehow manged to safely eat the soup of the day without spilling anything with the other. "Of course, sir," Diana replied, pulling her pad off her breasts and her hand out of her skirt for a second to write down the order; she walked over to the counter, resuming frigging herself on the way, then smacked the order onto the wheel that would rotate it into the kitchen, then both hands flew back to her tits. One couple in the corner seemed to be having a conversation, which somehow the man had no trouble following even though the woman was making what to me sounded like banshee cries as she came. A couple women who were here together were also talking, alternating sentences and moaning between them.

The sight of so many women getting themselves off in so many ways, yet also doing so many normal things, was a huge turn on. I decided that it was time the men noticed, and the entire place broke into pandemonium. The (male) manager suddenly flipped out, screaming at people to stop. The man in the corner grabbed onto his partner, yelling at her to stop; she fought him off and kept going. The man who made the order freaked out when he saw the woman next to him and jumped away from the counter like it was a snake. If I hadn't made them unable to consider it, I am sure some of them would have run out. The manager had turned to the nearest waitress, who happened to be Diana, and was screaming at her, trying to pull her hands away from herself and threatening to fire her. It was now the women who seemed unable to figure out what was wrong; despite not stopping their self love, they were freaking out, some yelling at the men to stop touching them (while they continued to touch themselves), others trying to rationally talk the men down (between moans).

This was amusing briefly, but I was worried things might get unpleasant if I let it go too long, so I hit the men with the same horniness I hit the women with and had the women all bend over, either pulling up clothing that allowed them to present themselves or suddenly finding their clothing crotchless. The men were too horny to care anymore and (similarly with suddenly crotchless clothing exposing their rampant erections), proceeded to put forth into the nearest cunt. I bent counter lady over her stool and slid in through the opening in her tight jeans, the angle outlining her huge ass nicely, grabbing onto her (by feel probably fake) tits for leverage, and started pounding her. Diana was up on the sink, the manger inside her under her skirt. The couple in the corner had knocked the table over and she was riding him on the floor. All around me, every one was fucking everyone. I even heard some clanging from the kitchen that meant the people in there were too; I had faith that Power would understand I wanted to make sure no one got hurt.

We fucked like this for about half an hour (no one new came in), and everyone coming multiple times. There was cum a pussy juice everywhere. Finally, as I fucked Diana over my former table, having dragged her away from the manager, I had everyone cum at once. The simultaneous moaning and grunting and screaming was a symphony. As I can down, I had everyone cleaned up and wiped their memories; Diana was fully dressed, no sign of my cum that I had just shot in her leaking out or the manger's load on her (he had cum all over her back when I pulled him out of her) and the entire place cleaned up; all clothing back to normal. A line formed at the register, as everyone was 'mysteriously' finished at the same time, with people slowly trickling out. I made my way out the door and began to walk back to work.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil