Who knows - Samantha's perspective

"Oh my fucking God girl, get ahold of yourself!" cried Samantha as her green eyes and red hair stared back at her form the mirror. Face covered in droplets of water.

Samantha had seen enough news reports of mutants shooting fireballs, sparkles or frog goo from their hands that she knew just about anything was possible. But Mark's power was scary. In just a few moments, she'd gone from thinking of Mark as slightly awkward harmless weirdo but nice enough guy to ... deeply arousing. From appreciating the way a larger mutant cock could fill her to being obsessed with huge cocks.

Even the better part of 30 minutes later, picturing Jason's hung cock or a fleeting though of Mark's lanky frame, sent yet another undeniable, needy, wanton surge of naughty thoughts. "Was she so horny because of the command or because she got off on being controlled? Is this some 50 grades of mutant shit?"

Already, she'd rushed to the washroom and masturbated herself to two orgasms following her brief encounter. Even after coming, she still lusted for Mark's lanky body. It made no sense. Going over her schedule, she tried to wrack her brain to remember what classes were safe to go to. "Where did the unassuming mutant share classes with her?" wondered Samantha? The guy wasn't even on her radar. He just blended into the background.

Another part of her wanted to go find Jason's sizeable cock to fuck her six ways from Sunday. Even if she wasn't that interested in him, he could work as a human dildo. Was that her thoughts or her newly implanted huge cock obsession? The idea Mark placed that in both aroused her and terrified her.

He was a mutant... "Perhaps he grew once his power was activated," she pondered as she pictured Mark with a huge cock, and immediately regretted it, "he'd grown?" Her hand unconsciously slipping into her wet panties to stroke her clit as a well endowed Mark swinging and obscene appendage filled her fantasy.

"Fuck!" cried Samantha removing her hand and chastising herself for practically automatically masturbating when she thought of Mark. Washing her copious amount of juices of her hand again in the sink. She was both equal parts aroused and terrified by the mind control generated lust filling her.

Deciding right there and then, she was going to rock Jason's world - - even if she wasn't that interested in him to begin with. Shuddering, Samantha vaguely recalled being very into him yesterday.

Figuring it would be safe to never risk seeing Mark again, the beauty vanished into thin air and proceeded to stalk the hallways appearing in various windows where senior classes were being held. "Come on, Jason! Where are you?!"

Classroom after classroom, she grew more and more tired, and hornier by the second thinking of the prize she was searching for. 9 inches and thick. At least if her memory served her right of using invisibility to trespass into the gym showers, at the start of the year. She'd seen all the men that day. Even Mark's 7 inch that a part of her hoped had grown.

Maintaining her aura of invisibility; shifting her matter into another dimension slightly out of phase with our own. Shifting between matter states, she could maintain for a while like a light jog or moderate run. 15-30 minutes at most before rest was needed. It was hardest moving through a solid object. That was more like weightlifting and took several seconds to pass through even a door.

Finally, she spotted him thru a window. Sitting there, staring down at his notebook, doodling. Phasing her hand back to this dimension, Samantha knocked hard 3 times and phased out. At her current level of tiredness, it was just too much effort to phase through that door. While she could phase through it, it was often easier to get people to open doors for her.

Pacing back and forth, she wondered if she was dripping wetness would phase in on its own or in time with the rest of her body when she left this state. She felt wet enough to be seeping through her clothing, she thought she just might be secreting all over the floor. Finally, the teacher swung the door open and she dodged past Ms. Wilson to make it inside the classroom as she peered out confused by the empty-space.

"Oh God! Fuck no!" screamed Samantha internally as she saw Mark was in this class too and Jason was right behind him. Sitting at a desk in the front row. Lust surged thru her body and she felt it almost lurch into this dimension; desiring that badly to get close to him. Concentration waning, she ran past him focusing her mind on her other need/obsession. Whispering into Jason's ear, she told him to meet her outside the auditorium for fun putting an emphasis on strongly enough he'd know exactly what kind of fun she intended.

Jason immediately perked up and started writing beside the obscene doodle of a woman with massive breasts in his notebook. Looking around, he whispered "Look, I'd love to but it's not right. You belong to Mark."

As much as she hated him for denying her need, Samantha knew Jason was just as helplessly following Mark's commands as her. In his mind, she was Mark's. His brain rewritten to Mark's will and that thought turned her on to no end. She had a little mini-fantasy of Mark ordering Jason to fuck her relentlessly for days before zoning back into reality.

The struggle of phasing was becoming insurmountable fast. Like the final mile of a long marathon. What she did blame Jason for was him writing a second message on a blank sheet while she daydreamed, "Dude! You've got to take better care of Samantha. She's so horny she just asked me to fuck her!" and proceeded to make a paper plane out of it launching it towards Mark's head.

Startled, Mark started to uncrumple and read the note, as his body language shifted immediately. Sitting upright, alert and glancing around the room as if looking for prey. The shift in attitude was uncanny, like he'd become a different person.

Shaking her lustful daze away, Samantha rushed to the door now closed again and phased her hand solid again to open it. As she turned the door handle and swung it open, she felt warm contact on her hand as she desperately tried to phase away.

A moment too late, she heard the irresistible, compulsive thought rewrite her head. "Visit me every night at 9pm"

At the same time, Mark felt like his stomach had just fallen thru the floor. Dark-mark had taken over and ensured he'd come out visit him every night for the foreseeable future. Even as Samantha ghosted away, Mark desperately wished his alternate personality could be stopped or at least reasoned with.

"Hey, we can bargain," replied his darker self.