Making progress with multiple distractions.

There are multiple types of people in this world.

Some have powers and abilities that dangle over the edge of absurdity.

Some don't.

Others use what gifts they may or may not have to better the world around them.

Others don't.

And then there are the people who just don't give a shit and want to live their life with as little abnormalities as physically possible.

Now, let's play a little game; out of those three options, which one would you assume, I fall under? Take your time, take your time, I'll give you thirty more secon-

Okay, times up! Sheesh, I don't have all day; there's a sexy as shit mutant chick, practically throwing herself at me! Okay, well not practically, she's literally hands deep in my crotch, nothing practical about that. And before today, the only person other than myself to get this close to my throbbing member was that hot doctor during my last checkup; it should honestly be a crime for medical professionals to be attractive, it'll significantly decrease the number of awkward boners.

But yeah, I'm typically the type of dude to not give a shit. I realize that the world I'm in doesn't make any fucking sense, and here I am day to day, just trying to live life with as little abnormalities as humanly possible. For some, the thought might be blasphemy, a sin in and of itself; but I mean, be sensible. I lived with crazy my whole life! Having a mutant sister does that to a man; I guess I used to be one of those people, fantasizing of the wonderful weirdness of the world. But that aforementioned 'weird,' became part of my everyday life once Imogene discovered her mutant ability.

You don't have to be a superhero geek to figure out how much of a pain it would be to have an older sister, that is not only hot but can also control bodily fluids. She's had more 'mistakes' than I'd be comfortable reciting. But, alas, that is why we're here; to help her figure out how to properly use her newfound abilities in this ever-expanding world.

At least, that's why Imogene's here. Why am I here? Well- I have no fucking clue! I haven't the slightest inclination of half the shit that's going on here. And apparently, I'm one who's going insane.

With a brief glance behind me and past the railing down to the open area below me, my eyes fail to spy a single set of guests, parents, or any visitors of the like. So basically-

Wait- no there's some green guy at a pool table, it looks as though he's playing pool; surprise surprise. But he's also idly talking to what seems to be his parents. So I guess I'm not the only-

Uh- Nevermind, they're turning around and heading out of sight; guess they were just saying their goodbyes. Which means... Yep, I might just be the only visitor left on campus. The flyer explicitly stated that anyone who will not be staying at the school needs to avoid loitering around as to prevent the students from any unneeded distractions. And lately, I've basically been one massive wandering destruction. Pretty sure I cause a couple students to either be late or miss their class entirely. So why haven't I-

"Axeeelll!"

"Huh?" I turn back around to see Jane looking up to me with a pout plastered on her face, hand still in the dark expanse that is my pants

"So you respond to that? But not master?" She asks in an anxious tone, occasionally giving my member a squeeze. "I'm you're sex ****, remember?"

"Sorry I-" *Gulp* The purple chick's hands are very distracting. "I'm not used to being referred to as- Wait a minute!" I take a step and dash to the side, causing Jane to lose her grip on my now rock hard shaft. "When did we agree to this sex **** thing?"

"Y-" Jane stammers, looking up at me from her kneeling position on the carpeted floor. "You said you were into sex slaves?"

"I said you were acting like one! And- And yeah they're a turn on for me..."

"So?" She said in a southerly tone, extending her tongue out and exaggeratedly licking her bottom lip, before giving it a slow bite. "You want a ****, and I just so happen to be looking for a master. What's the problem."

"The problem is it doesn't matter what I want! I- I-" Glancing around, I look for some example to help me formulate my words to the aroused mutant. My eyes shift over the railing and down towards the mass of students. "Look! You see all those hot chicks down there!?" I point to a group of girls chatting around a couch; most of them showing off some form of cleavage, which was very nice to the eye from this angle. "Half of those hotties have fantastic ass racks, but just cause I want those sexy hunks of meat to myself doesn't mean I get to have them. I can't just do or get whatever I want! R-Right?" I end up asking myself.

Jane simply stayed in place on the ground, looking up at me with her beady eyes; lust plastered all over her face. It's as if she's paying close attention to every word I'm saying, but it's blatantly apparent that she doesn't give a shit and just wants to fuck in twenty different ways. "You seem like you're stressed master." She liked her lips a second time. "Let me help you."

God, as much as I want to, and have trust that I do. I just can't shake the feeling that something very wrong is happening to everyone in this school. And obviously I don't expect myself to stop whatever's happening, I ain't the hero type, but I at least want to figure out why I'm the only person in this entire place with any common sense! Having a sexy purple mutant on her knees, practically begging me to bang her twenty ways to hell- Is something I'd only fantasize about. This isn't supposed to happen, this- isn't- normal!

While I was struggling with my internal self conscious. Jane scooted herself towards me, and went for a second go at my pants, ripping it down with both speed and skill.

"Jane I- This is messed up! What's next? It's just going to be normal for females to kiss me goodbye on the lips? Nothing here is making sense!"

Pearl was currently in the cafeteria, waiting in a short line with her daughter for a second serving of their wonderful rainbow sherbet; she was never known to have a sweet tooth, but this fantastic frozen dessert seems to have the perfect blend of fruits causing both her and Imogene to come back for more.

Even though she was well aware that it's perfectly normal for her to linger around the campus, as long as her son is staying as well. It's still quite odd standing around these young adults with their own varying attributes and aesthetics. She gathered a few lingering glances, students couldn't help but check out the grown woman in their midst; some even came close to bringing up the fact that she shouldn't be allowed in the cafeteria with the younger students. But upon getting a better look at her, they realized that she was Axel's mother, and piped down.

But it's most definitely not all bad, Pearl smirked to herself; it's obviously normal for young women to obey their elders, and since this whole facility is full of those growing youth, she seems to have this sort of power to her. Not that she's one to **** it, like most people her age. But since she's going to be staying at this campus with Axel for the foreseeable future, she might as well use her status to make her life here more comfortable. For example, it was effortless for Pearl to get herself and her daughter ahead in the line by merely telling the large group of girls ahead of them to let the two cut ahead. And of course, the girls obliged.

Sadly the young men don't have the same leniency towards their elders, so Pearl can only have authority over the females here; which is still a vast majority of the populace.

Even though this facility so far seems outstanding, and Pearl is so thrilled for her daughter to have such a place to grow and learn to develop her abilities; she also hopes Axel doesn't get too attached, as she does have a life she will need to return to eventually. But she prides herself on being a kind and fair mother, so she'll give the boy the time to have his fun; though if Axel refuses to cooperate when the time comes that Pearl decides they need to leave. She'll have to remind him that while she loves him, she's still his mother and he needs to obey her authority.

As the line moved forward, and it was finally her turn to grab some of that delicious dessert. Pearl subconsciously licked her lips in remembrance of the fantastic flavor, but then, what felt like a small gust of wind passed by; so little in fact, she honestly didn't even notice anything. But moments afterward, she raised her hands to her recently lubricated mouth, and slowly began rubbing her bottom lip.

"Oh dear, Honey?"

"Yeah, Mum?"

"How inconsiderate of us, we forgot to give Axel a goodbye kiss before we left him."

"Ugh- I know, but it's fine, he probably didn't even realiz-"

"Absolutely not young lady." Pearl chastized her sassy daughter. "I did not raise you to be acting like that. Hurry up and finish your dessert, we're going to find your brother and give him that kiss he deserves."

"Yes, Mom," Imogene said, no hint of an argument in her voice. Not to the surprise of Pearl, of course. Not only is Imogene her daughter, but she's also a young woman; meaning what Pearl says, goes. No, if ands or buts. It feels good to have control over her children, she's a loving mother, but she won't ever let her kids get out of line; they must always know their place. That's how she grew up, and that's how her kids will grow up, nothing will change that. Nothing.

"Shhh- Master." Jane cooed, "Your cock is so large it was made to penetrate me." She reached her hands down my pants and wrapped her warm fingers around my shaft, slowly caressing it with her own internal rhythm. "Fuck me, master! Fuck me! It'll help clear your mind."

"Well-" God this feels so fucking good. "When you put it that way-" A part of me does want to convince someone that they're being mind controlled by some higher ****, but obviously I need to find a hero with a more enormous will-power or resistance. Which means I might have to go to the top, find one of those telepaths; they have mental precautions against mind alteration. But- since I do not see any telepaths in my general vicinity... I guess I could comply with Jane's persistence.

"Now you're getting it." Jane smiles coyly and begins removing my pants and boxers entirely; letting my stiff stiffy fling out into the free air. She licks her subconsciously bites her lip as she stares at my member for a few seconds.

Fuck man, this is a dream come real, yeah I half want to inform people about this strange new reality I'm trapped in; but another huge part of me doesn't want anyone to realize they're minds are being fucked with. Because this is hot as shit!

I don't think anything could possibly distract me now, not even...

ASS!

One of the best ways to get a man to forget about a hot girl is another hot girl; or in this case, a hot woman.

Right as Jane's moist mouth was moments away from enveloping my throbbing staff. I saw something that managed to put me in a trance-like state. The perfect posterior strode past me across the hall, sensual hips shifting with each step. My jaw slowly dropped open; that ass was so erotic I didn't even notice my hand move up to stop Jane from devouring my member. It's as if everything around me vanished, all I could see was 'ass,' perfect, wide, muscle-bound ass.

Jane began to pout again, but I ignored her; for ass.

What happened next was basically a blur, to say the least. Not that, it happened fast; or maybe it did, I don't fucking know. That ass, that rump, that fucking- Can't think of another word for ass, butt you get the point. Her posterior was all that I saw, left right left right, I was a puppy following a treat. Nothing else mattered, her ass was everything that I needed in life. Everything I wanted.

And honestly, I don't know if it makes it worse or better that I didn't even realize who's ass I was worshiping until I collided with it head first. My entire frame bounced off of her womanly tushie sending me stumbling away to the back wall and subsequently knocking me out of my zombie-like trance.

"Oh, shit..." I mumble to myself, rubbing my head and trying to figure out where the shit I ended up. It's like my body was on autopilot. After shaking away the cloud of arousal, I get to see clearly and think of something other than ass. Huh, this must've been how Jane felt before when she was adamant I had my sexual way with her. Hey now that I think about it, where did Jane go? I-

*Click*

The sound grabbed my attention, causing me to finally take a look towards the woman I was visibly drooling over. She was fumbling with the lock of the door a head of her.

It was Ms. Braddock the sexy Asain teacher at this school; well, the backside of her. She caused me to have a very similar reaction last time I saw her gyrating waist. Didn't she disappear before behind some hidden wall? Oh fuck it, whatever, she's here now. Directly in front of me, unlocking what looks to be her private office. In fact, now that I notice it; this whole hall seems to be host to multiple other private offices. I turn around to the wall opposite me and see a door to my left. The door itself read 'Emma Frost.' That name does sound familiar, where have I heard that before? The door a couple yards over read, 'Scott Summers.'

It seems as though this whole hall consists of the teacher's offices. How did I even get here? I mean, obviously, I walked. But I'm pretty sure some regular joe like me shouldn't be allowed back here without proper permission.

*Thump*

Turning back to my front I see Ms. Braddock shut the door she previously unlocked.

Shit, I need to go talk to her; she might have some answers about what exactly is going on here. She's quite high up on the ladder at this school, surely a teacher here would be a bit concerned at the prospect of there being a rouge mind controller on the loose.

The urge to find someone to believe me is what gave me the courage to push forward an knock on her door. But it comes to the surprise of no one that deep down, I was hoping something would occur on the same vein as what went down with Ms. Munroe, Mom, and Imogene.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"Um- Hello? Ms. Braddock?" I ask quietly, part of me afraid someone would catch my ass and toss me out on the street for breaching the guest guidelines. Now I didn't read the fine print, but I'm pretty sure visitors aren't supposed to be back here.

A *Sigh* was heard from the inside of the room. "Now is a bad time, I happen to be very busy at the moment."

"Look, I apologize, I shouldn't even be back here, but-" I pause, listening to the sound of shuffling papers before continuing. "I feel like someone is messing with the minds of everyone here."

"Not possible." Was her only response, before the sound of ruffling objects and- Is that a suitcase being zipped?

People keep saying that it's not possible, and that this school is full of so many powerful telepaths; that the whole grounds are practically immune to any more of mind control, well obviously not! Since everyone here but me are acting like characters in an erotic fanfic.

"Come on, you're a teacher here! I get you're busy, but shoundn't it be normal for you to just hear me out? It wouldn't hurt anyone." As I finished my plead, the noise behind the door stopped. For almost a solid five seconds. Then with a few sounds of heels clapping on wood and a *Click* of the door, it was opened. Showing Ms. Braddock's amazingly toned figure, her curvy body pressing against the formal buttoned-up business suit, that impressively large rack struggling to stay covered.

"Holy shit- tits!" I couldn't help but gasp upon seeing her tatas, what are those double D's? Or E's?

Ms. Braddock crossed her hands under her massive bust and glanced downwards, "Yes, very observant you are, those happen to be my breasts." Her voice rang out, in a hot as fuck British accent, which alone could've managed to make my stiffy rise to its full ****. "But I have important business that needs to be-"

"They're honestly amazing." I stammer, transfixed on their udder size and shape. "But why bother trapping them in clothing like that? Wouldn't it be normal for you to always have your massive cleavage on display just to at least give them some fresh air?" The sheer bullshittery of my words went right over my head as my mind raced through the hundreds of fucked up shit I'd do to those tits if I somehow had the chance to have my way with them.

Ms. Braddock opened her mouth as if in the process to represent a child for saying something absolutely retarded. But before any words could come out, she froze, as if an invisible wave passed by; her brow furrowed, and she closed her eyes for a few seconds.

Ms. Braddock's moment of silence gave me enough time to realize just what I said, and before I could gather up an excuse for my crude remark, she spoke up.

"Yes, of course, you are right." She said, with a nod. Then her hands rose to her top and began undoing the buttons.