You are interrupted

You're about to suggest you have a school-wide party - well, let's be honest, an orgy - but an insistent ringing cuts you off. Miss Knight stretches an arm to lift the phone off its holder, and listens intently to the response.

Your **** whirls around as soon as the voice stops. "{if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}, reception have been contacted. Apparently a government representative is en route to give an emergency assembly at the school."

"Awww," whines Cassy, fondling {if Futa==True}one of your tits{else}your balls{endif}. "But we've only had an hour!"

"I know," you frown, "but this stranger hasn't been exposed to my pheromones before. We're going to have to reset the school to normal, or we'll all be in big trouble."

Emma immediately takes charge, calling the school staff to turn your harem-hall back into an assembly hall, whilst you and your slaves return to your relevant classes (and change into more appropriate dress). As it turns out, humans can be very efficient when united in a sex **** harem: all too soon you're back in history, feeling rather strange without a girl wrapped around your cock.

It doesn't take long before one of the senior teachers tells your class the lesson needs to be interrupted for a compulsory assembly, and you file out, Amy rubbing your member through your {if Futa==true}jeans{else}trousers{endif}. You join the rest of your peers, seated in the hall. The moment the last guy enters the room, a thin-lipped lady in her mid-fifties marches towards the microphone, whilst a girl dressed in a white costume who looks around your age hovers offstage.

“Good afternoon,” says the woman crisply. “You are here because of a recent momentous discovery that affects every one of you. Before I start, may I say that, in all likelihood, none of you here will have been directly affected by this event. However, all of you will soon see the world begin to change.

“I am afraid I am a blunt woman; I will say this as it is. Nineteen years ago, we detected a powerful radiation burst from a rare neutron supernova; the first and only one known to exist. Fortunately, our studies showed this new type of radiation was not harmful to humans, life on Earth, or our technology. So, lacking further data, we dropped these lines of research. Until one year ago, that is, where several unprecedented cases drew our attention. Upon investigation, we discovered that the radiation eighteen years ago did have an effect on foetuses in the womb.”

You turn to Amy in surprise, as mumbling breaks out across the hall. The woman gives a small smile.

“I am, of course, talking about the 85% of you who were foetuses at that time. The radiation disrupted your DNA, resulting in multiple mutations. 99 in 100 of you will have the same genes as when you were conceived, as only your defunct DNA will have been affected, and other mutations will be neutral or corrected. However, the other 1% is quite a different story.

“These mutations are seemingly unconnected, except that they are nothing like any naturally evolved genes. Some of them are tiny mutations, leading to someone having an extra vein coming from the brain. Others are obvious to the eye – a boy who developed fluorescent green hair springs to mind. The effects of these mutations seem to develop during puberty; at your age, we believe any transformations that would have happened are now complete.”

“In a few, cases, I must sadly report that these mutations can also lead to cancerous tumours, which is why you will all be screened for cancer. This won’t tell us or you whether you have been influenced by the radiation in any way, but will help us to cure any cases we find. They fortunately seem to be mostly non-aggressive, at least as far as our information shows.”

Talking begins to erupt, but the government lady stamps it out.

“You will all have time to process this. I know it is a lot to take in right now, but whilst I have your attention, I must inform you about an even rarer type of mutation. The one percent of the one percent, if you will. This is what will reshape the world – but it’d be better if Rachel told you about it. Rachel?”

The 5’5” young woman who has been waiting behind steps forwards, entering the light. You can immediately see she's gorgeous – silky black hair, symmetrical face, sexy body – but unlike Lauren before you enslaved her, when Rachel speaks she is cheerful and clearly a little nervous.

“Hi guys! I’m Rachel – er, obviously. Anyway, I’m here because I have the rare kind of mutation Dr Jones was just talking about. People like me – we can do things that… that ordinary people can’t. Four years ago, I thought it was impossible, but now…” she gives a shaky laugh, then composes herself and leans closer to the mic. “We have powers,” she whispers excitedly, then straightens out again. “That’s not how the doctors and scientists would put it, but yeah. A bit like superhero movies and that kind of stuff. We have, and I quote ‘abilities or strengths that surpass those of most humanity’.”

The audience immediately begins chattering wildly, but one shout rises above the others.

“What can you do?”

Rachel smiles. “I have telekinesis – meaning I can lift about 200 kilos with just my mind, including my own body. Can I show them?”

Her chaperone nods stiffly, and Rachel beams. In an instant, her feet effortlessly float off the ground, until her entire body is suspended in the air. The audience give a collective gasp, staring at this impossible act for several seconds. Then a huge round of applause rocks the room.

With everyone on their feet, standing on tip-toe to get a better look as Rachel levitates a chair, your thoughts are otherwise occupied. This explains your pheromones! But you soon realise the government woman is right: this will completely change the world. If even a few people have superpowers, imagine what could happen to crime. Wars. Terrorism. They could all be shut down for good.

…Or continue the same, just super-powered, a nagging voice in your head warns.

When the teachers finally managed to quiet your year group, the grey lady has retaken the stage from Rachel.

“By the time this assembly has finished, a news story will have broadcast this discovery internationally. Now, however, you’ll be taking a genetic test to screen for any diseases, predicted or not, the foetal radiation may have caused. If any of you already know that you are amongst the minority who have a genetic enhancement, please let me know, or call the hotline that will be publicised. Rachel, and everyone like her, will be given therapy and potentially training, to learn how to live and how to best contribute to society with their new abilities.”

As she continues to explain the details of the tests, you gazed at Rachel. Her white costume clearly outlines the smooth curves of her breasts and small waist. She is the perfect girl-next-door, only made hotter by her incredible abilities. As you watch, she turns and locks eyes with you. You hold her gaze for several seconds, before someone stands up between you.{if@ Images!=false}
{endif}