Testing Begins

Tom found himself in a cavernous room with various objects and obstacles scattered about. To his right, Renee stood going over some information on a clipboard she was wielding, and behind them the girl from the clinic, he had learned her name was Cassie, sat at a four legged metal table with various instruments and screens that he could not see from here.

He had learned the woman from the park's name was Renee, and apparently she was some sort of agent for an...agency or something. Tom did not think they were CIA or FBI, hell they may not even be part of a government. After nearly an hour of questioning him about his abilities, Tom had learned very little about where he was currently at. They never outright said he was being held prisoner, but as he was **** and dragged here against his will, Tom figured that was a good guess.

After the questioning they had brought him to this room to test his abilities. So far they had him throwing heavy blocks around, lifting blocks into the air, and moving... more blocks. Honestly, even with the fear and apprehension of his situation, Tom was beginning to get a little bored.

"Alright, so you can move blocks. I suppose I could have guessed that." Renee muttered the last part almost under her breath so that Tom could not hear. "Cassie! Did you you get enough data?" She turned and yelled back to the researcher.

"What? I, um, yes. I think so." She called back, seemingly surprised to be spoken to.

"Excellent! Set everything to auto record and come over here." Renee commanded.

The researcher seemed hesitant to obey, but she ultimately did. "No let's do a real test." Renee spoke quietly so that only Tom could hear.

Cassie stopped beside Renee. "So, um, what are we doing?" She asked, clearly a bit nervous.

"I've seen enough floating blocks for one day. Let's try something a bit different. Tom, Lift Cassie into the air." Renee commanded.

"Um, are you sure?"

"What?!"

Tom and Cassie spoke at once.

"Lift Cassie into the air. At least halfway to the ceiling." Renee said with a casual air of authority.

"Alright, I guess..." Tom turned to Cassie and the girl too a step back.

"Now hold on, this isn't what I thought-"

Renee cut off Cassie's stammering. "Cassie, let's not forget why Tom's here. Well, partly why he's here anyway."

Cassie looked like she was about to complain, then slumped her shoulders. "Alright, fine. Just... please be careful." She looked at Tom nervously.

"No problem!" Tom tried to sound encouraging, but Cassie merely winced. "Alright, here we go."

Tom held out his hands and made a sort of lifting motion. Cassie squeaked as she wobbled, seemingly off balance before her feet slowly left the earth. "Woah! Oh...shit." She breathed, closing her eyes tightly as she continued to rise.

Renee looked over at Tom as he continued to gesture towards Callie. "Do you actually need to do that?" She pointed where his hands were held out like some sort of magician.

"Oh yeah. I guess it kinda helps. Sort of." Tom honestly was not sure if his ability was all from the hum that formed in his head or something more, but he decided to stick with the gesticulations for now. He thought it made him look kind of cool anyways.

Cassie was about a dozen meters off the ground now, and Tom slowed her ascent to a stop, leaving her hovering above them. "Good enough?" He asked Renee.

"Perfect. Now, tell me what kind of underwear she's wearing." Renee ordered in a casual tone.

"Okay, I - wait what?" Tom turned to Renee.

Above them, Cassie squealed as she suddenly dropped a few feet towards the ground. "Shit! Sorry!" Tom yelled up at her, returning his attention.

"Oh god oh god oh god." Tom heard the researcher mumbling above him.

"You heard me." Renee answered. "Tell me what kind of underwear she's wearing. Thong, briefs, lace, nothing, I want to know."

"Uh, alright?" Tom replied, as he looked up at the girl squirming in the air above them.

Tom was not quite sure how to proceed. Slowly he reached out with a telekinetic hand and tried to roam it up her ass, beneath the tight dark jeans the floating girl was wearing.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing!?" Cassie cried out, kicking her legs uselessly as she grabbed her backside.

"Well?" Renee asked impatiently.

"I'm not sure..." Tom answered, not totally sure what he should be doing.

Renee looked at him levelly. "You're telling me you can seize control of my lingerie to finger my clit back in the park, and you can't tell me what kind of underwear that girl up there is wearing?"

Tom did not have much of answer to that. Instead, he focused again on Cassie.

"Oh oh oh oh! Oh my god, oh my god..." Cassie squirmed in the air, clamping her hands against her pussy.

Tom had changed tactics, forming a sort of invisible, flat, and writhing sheet that flowed around between the girl's legs. Through the telekinetic envelopment, he suddenly had a complete picture of what lay beneath Cassie's pants in his mind's eye. "She's wearing panties. They're cotton I think. They're pretty tight."

"Can you tell what color they are?" The dark haired vixen asked.

"Renee!" Cassie cried out from above, finally hearing the other woman.

"This is part of the research Cassie!" She called up, before turning back to Tom.

Tom closed his eyes and tried to focus. In his head, he could feel Cassie, at least the parts he held. Focusing on her underwear, he began to try and find anyway to to get a better view or grasp of it. To his surprise, the more he focused, the more the piece of clothing seemed to be defined. It was almost like he could feel the individual fibers if he focused enough. He hit a wall though, as the more he tried to delve deeper, the more he lost focus on actually keeping her in the air. It was then he got an idea. Why not just have her underwear do it?

Shifting all his attention to the fabric, he head Cassie gasp above them as she dropped a few inches before being hoisted back up into place, now being supported solely by her underwear. This was incredible, Tom could almost feel every fiber of the garment as if it was another limb.

"You've got to be kidding me!" He heard Cassie cry out above them.

Tom realized with a start that all of his prodding into her underwear had resulted in him telekinetically fondling the girl fairly thoroughly. The dampness he could feel beginning to form on the crotch of her panties only confirmed this.

"Well?" Renee asked, sounding genuinely curious.

"I.. I don't know what color they are. I don't think my, um, abilities can show me that." Tom hoped this answer did not upset the woman.

Renee merely nodded thoughtfully, before looking back up at Cassie. "Bring her down, that's enough for the day."

Tom relented his upward ****, and Cassie began to hover back down to the ground. When her feet finally touched the concrete floor, Tom released his hold on her, and she stumbled forwards before catching herself. After a moment, Cassie had composed herself and pulled herself back up straight. Then she locked eyes with Tom and stormed over.

"You think that's funny!?" Tom flinched back as she hit his bicep angrily a few times.

"Cassie, control yourself." Renee commanded, and Cassie relented.

The researcher pulled back and looked at them both angrily, before turning and storming off out of the large room, slamming the metal door behind her.

"Well that was, um..." Tom did not quite know what to say.

"I think that's enough for the day. Why don't you head on over to your quarters and get some rest. We'll start again tomorrow." Renee spoke firmly, turning to walk back to the table with all the screens and instruments.

"Wait, my quarters? Tomorrow?" Tom asked, suddenly confused and worried.

"Yes, your quarters. Take a left out those doors, then a right and you should find them near the end of the hall. Your name is on the door." She answered nonchalantly.

"Hang on, am I a prisoner here?"

Renee stopped and turned back to Tom. "Do you want to leave?"

"Well I mean, I have work tomorrow-"

"You're on a leave of absence. Your parent's have fallen deathly sick." Renee cut him off.

"Wait, what? Both my parents are already - wait did you guys forge my signature?"

"Do you want to go back to work tomorrow?" She asked, sounding actually interested.

"Well...I mean... I mean I have a cat I need to feed-"

"You don't own a cat." She interrupted him again.

"Alright, well yeah that was a lie, but you can't just hold me prisoner here!"

"Do you want to leave?" She asked again.

Tom was at a loss for words. This whole situation was insane! At the same time however, he did not really have much of a life to go back to. And now he had these abilities... And then there was Renee...

Tom found himself standing there gaping at the dark haired woman, and she seemed to make up his mind for him. "Like I said, your quarters are down the hall. I'll stop by when I've finished here to make sure you've settled in." With that she turned and walked over to the table and began to type away at one of the consoles.

"I...alright." Was all Tom managed to get out, more for himself than Renee.

He made his way to the steel double doors and found himself back out in the concrete hallway he had entered through. Turning left, he began to make his way down the hall in the direction she had said. After passing a few doors, he paused outside one as he heard someone moan inside. Stepping closer to the door, he realized that it was Cassie on the other side. As he listened, he realized she was crying. Suddenly feeling absurdly guilty, he gently opened the door to try and apologize for what had happened.

As he peered inside, he froze. Apparently through the door, he had completely misinterpreted the sounds the woman was making. Cassie had her back to the door, and was bent forward with one hand holding one of the many desks scattered about what seemed to be a large storage closet and her other hand shoved down the front of her pants. It took only a moment for Tom to realize Cassie was furiously masturbating, her hand vigorously plunging down between her legs.

For a brief moment, Tom felt the hum form in his head and he started to reach out with his power to give her a hand. He quickly shook himself out of his daze though, and silently slipped his head back out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. Tom had already gotten in enough trouble doing stuff like that. As he walked away though, he could not help but grin. Maybe he could still have some fun with these powers after all.