School

"Jonathan, I need you to stay after class." Was the simple sentence Ms. Roberts made as she walked past John's desk.

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Shit.

The English teacher swayed her hips with natural ease.

John looked down, then up, then down again. His gaze switched up towards Ms. Vanessa Roberts. And suddenly, her natural stride became something more suggestive. Her fat ass was swung side to side, causing a noticeable bounce to ripple across her cheeks, and catching the attention of a few other students, particularly the ones of the young men variety.

Generally speaking, Ms. Roberts was a pretty good teacher. She was strict but did care to see her students succeed. She even put in the extra effort to treat John's vocal disability with respect, which, unfortunately, isn't a thing many others do.

But she had ticked him off with the grade he received~ A mark that failed to count as passing? After the literal hours he had spent studying the prior week. He went above and beyond the word limit for the essay, and made sure to background check the sources.

For that? She rewarded him with something less than ideal.

That was disrespectful. Insulting. And somewhat humiliating.

Life isn't a struggle; in fact, despite his disability, he could easily coat through life without much trouble. But the last words he remembered from his father were ones he kept to heart.

"Do not let the world choose for you. You decide who you get to be."

John didn't want to become a selfish leech that abused his powers to live on recruit difficulty. So he made an active choice. He chose not to get whatever he wanted through the mental control he had been gifted with.

Being the villain isn't on his to-do list... Seeing them on the news, fighting whatever hero happened to be in the neighborhood that day. They always lost, their greed for the lusts of life brought nothing but agony.

John had no intention of becoming one of them.

Though~ With that being said... He was starting to have enough.

Occasionally he snapped and used his powers for petty reasons, and this might be one of those moments.

Ms. Roberts disrespected him? Well, he can disrespect her. Thus the sudden sway of her jiggling backside.

She insulted him? How about he insults her? His eyes staring unabashedly onto her buttocks shifted upwards to the reasonably sizable bust which pressed against her blouse.

She stiffened softly and made a casual motion to unbutton her top. Three buttons removed were enough to show a deep view of cleavage, without revealing her bra.

Lastly, she humiliated him, providing him with the worst grade in the class.

John watched the unaware teacher pass out grades, not realizing that her idea and choice to sensually sway her ass and reveal her pressed together tits weren't her own.

He had to think somewhat clearly despite being both aroused and angered. The ability he wielded was powerful, yet limited. And a huge fear was that his power would be discovered, and lead to unneeded reproductions. There are good people out there, like the X-Men, who make it publicly known that they are willing to assist people like himself. But furthermore, there are less caring people out there, and honestly, he just wanted to live his own life.

Just as his father had suggested, no one, regardless of their intentions, should choose his adventure.

In the end, Ms. Roberts began to scratch her butt. At the front of the class, being the center of attention for all the students to watch in an awkward silence, she seemed to have the strong urge to scratch her ass.

A soft scraping sound was heard as her nails dragged against fabric. The quick ten-second ass scratch felt as if it went on for ten minutes.

The whole time, John had a sinking feeling that someone would catch on that Ms. Roberts was acting unnaturally. Though everyone was too embarrassed to speak up about what they were seeing, and logically, no one would have any right to blame the mute teen for something entirely unrelated.

Minutes later, after the students had filed out, John was left at his desk with his face resting on his cheek. He watched absently as Ms. Roberts finished speaking with the last student, congratulating the teen for her brilliantly written essay.

She nodded with a smile once the girl left, and then nearly immediately turned to John once they were given privacy.

"Jonathan."

Ms. Vanessa Roberts leaned forward, giving him a nice look down her top for a few seconds before rising to her feet. She passed the open classroom door and paused and fully shut it. That action was done on John's part, if the English teacher was going to blab him out, the least she could do is yell behind the privacy of a closed door.

"Your essay was great."

John blinked. "What?" He wanted to ask, but - being mute - nothing came out of his open mouth.

"I wanted to give you a higher grade. But I honestly can't." The teacher sighed. "It would have been a perfect paper if you had written it on the correct reading."

John was incredulous, he wanted to speak his mind, but seeing that he couldn't, all he did was open up the assigned book and flip to the page where he had left the curriculum.

Ms. Roberts frowned at the finger John was pointing towards the week's assignment.

"Yes... That's the essay for the next following week."

With a furrowed brow, John studied the page. He looked intently to validify his teacher's words. And when Ms. Roberts pointed a finger to another portion of the page, he instantly realized how he fucked up.

John ached his head up and groaned. Though nothing came out, he felt utterly embarrassed for being called out on his obvious blunder. And even worse, he had let his anger out on his teacher earlier for something that was entirely his fault.

Ms. Roberts sat on the edge of John's desk. Her fat ass shifted and mashed onto the table, causing him to gulp nervously. The two were completely alone. He could take full control over her mind; have her lock the door and strip naked. She might believe it is her own idea, or completely forget about the entire situation... The woman was hot, she took care of herself, and it showed.

And... he already had her expose her hidden cleavage... She sat on his desk of her own volition, her thick thigh draped across the table...

"Ignore John's eyes"

He spoke into her subconscious. She blinked and took the order instantly.

"It's alright." Ms. Roberts said she looked right into John's eyes, yet failed to notice how his pupils were glued directly onto her chest, and the dark line of cleavage she exposed to him. "You did great on this, even if it wasn't due for another fourteen days. So~" The teacher smiled. "I'm willing to give you until then to finish the actual essay."

It was getting hot; the heat grew in tune with the warmth John felt in his crotch. It was moments like these where he went down the deep end and did something he would later regret to someone who didn't deserve it.

Her cleavage rose and fell with each breath.

''Fuck.''

"So your current grade is temporary, and you already have the next assigned essay completed. Finish the one that's due, and you're back the right track." Ms. Roberts gave John's shoulder a soft pat with the same hand she had been scratching her ass with moments earlier. "Now... On a slightly less positive note, I need you to pay more attention in my class." She frowned, though it wasn't because John was blatantly staring at her exposed thigh that draped across the table. "I know it's a bit hard for you here. But I have noticed your distant looks. If you had paid more attention during last week's reading, I'm sure you would have done the correct essay."

With that said, Ms. Roberts slid off the desk, and began to return to her table. Being greeted by her fat skirt contained ass again, John couldn't help but indulge in the moment.

"Stop and bend forward. Pull up your skirt. Reveal your bare ass to John."

Ms. Roberts froze in place mid stride and arched her back forward. Her bra held tits hung below her as she jutted her ass out directly towards the seated teen.

John licked his lips and ate up the sight of Ms. Robert's pale ass cheeks; the shadow cast from her skirt drifted away as she pulled the dress up her waist. Her buttocks were bubbly to the touch, which was shown when her ass jiggled upon Ms. Roberts shaking her backside right before John's face.

The teacher reached back and gripped her juicy ass, sinking her fingers into her cheeks and pulled them apart before releasing her own flesh to bounce back into place.

The sight was much appreciated. John admired how her ass appeared to eat up the simple black underwear she had on. And upon inching his face closer to the jiggling buttocks, he could sense the musky heat from her crotch that came after a full day of work.

John mentally sighed.

"Give John your underwear."

Jonathan strode down the edge of the street, the passing cars hummed by, crunching stay rocks and rubble beneath their tires.

The world was a loud one. Yet he was always quiet. From behind, a string of three bikers came up and quickly sped past him.

It was hot, but the item he held in his backpack seemed all the warmer. He has taken Ms. Roberts undergarments; it was too much of a temptation for him not to. An attractive woman, with her mind broken and following his absolute orders to the letter? Really it was a miracle he managed to leave the premises without doing any more harm.

What John had believed was the use of his powers as a form of **** was no more than a misunderstanding on his end.

There was a form of guilt lingering on him. A form that dissipated the near second reached privacy and brought the MILF's pantie up to his face for a quick sniff. It was incredibly warm, somewhat moist, and had a musky scent which developed from sitting between her fat cheeks for the full day.

The memory of Ms. Roberts smell lingered on John's mind during his walk home. He planned to return safely to the privacy of his bedroom and then masturbate profusely behind clothed doors.

What might sound revolting to some was actually forward-thinking on his part. With his ability, it would be easy to turn his fantasies into something more real, despite the moral implications.

Masturbating helps circumvent that entire dilemma, once his sexual stress fleets away, there isn't much more of a need to follow through with any dark desires.

Though it might be too late, Jonathan intended to pass by the Hooters that sat between school and his abode. But the smell of food and the potential goodies inside proved to be too much for the mute to ignore.

John's forward stride took a sharp turn left, towards the Hooters parking lot.

He was hungry. At least, that's the lie he told himself. He opened the restaurant's front doors to be greeted by the chilly waft of fried food and two very attractive young women standing at the reception desk.

One was petite with dark hair and tanned skin. She was resting on the reception desk side and wore black short shorts and a matching black tank top with a low neckline; the words ''Hooters'' lined just below the weight of her ample bust. Her breasts were pressed together, showing an in-depth view of her cleavage. On the left shoulder strap, just above her chest, a nametag read, ''Manager - Mckenna.''

The other woman was taller than her petite coworker. She was blonde with a slightly smaller chest and wore a white tank top with orange shorts. Her name tag read, ''Susan.''

Both women paused in the middle of their conversation. For a fraction of a second, they flashed a slight frown over being interrupted.

"Welcome to Hooters!" They cheerfully greeted John with two not-so genuine smiles.

"Would you like a table?" Susan stepped around the reception desk, with a folded menu tucked under one arm.

Jonathan would like one, yes. Except instead of saying that he had to resort to using sign language.

It was rather unfortunate that neither woman picked up on that. They just saw a strange teen staring at them in silence, making hand motions.

"Uh.. Do you have a reservation? Are you waiting for someone?"

Mckenna, who was definitely the one in charge, stepped forward. She had been watching the transaction in silence but seemed to finally come to realize what was going on.

"I'll take care of him," the tanned woman spoke softly and tapped Susan's shoulder. "You can follow me, Sir."

"Oh thank god!" Susan groaned and handed her manager the menu.

"So you're mute?" Mckenna asked John to which he nodded. "Alright... Hmmm... Well, I'll be taking care of you today, so we won't have to deal with any confusion."

John stood a head taller than the petite woman. Meaning with a glance down, he could glimpse over her shoulder and see those two large tits bouncing within her tanktop. However, it was much easier to look at her butt, with the short-shorts she wore being very... Short... The undersides of her ass cheeks were out in the air and enjoying the walk with jiggling glee.

She appeared nice enough, regardless of the fact that she clearly didn't want to take care of him. From the tone of voice alone, her attitude was one of ''I don't want to take care of you, but I'm in charge here, so I guess I fucking have too.''

"Is this table good? Good. Take a seat." Mckenna gestured towards the table, seated in the far back of the building. She placed the menu on the table after John sat down. "Now please wait here, I'll be right back." The dark-haired woman rolled her eyes when she thought John wasn't looking.

John frowned, and bored his eyes into her as she walked away.

"Stop."

The woman stiffened.

"Come here."

She turned back around and walked back to the table; her eyes were glazed.

If anything, it was good she put him so far away from everyone else. It'll make what she's about to do much easier to cover up.

"Show John your tits"

Mckenna's eyes were still glazed; she slowly and obediently rose her hands up to the low-cut neckline of her black tank top. She yanked down the top without any hesitation, and her tanned tits spilled out into the air. The large boobflesh jiggled against her chest.

"Make your nipples hard."

Like clockwork, her dark tanned nips hardened before John's eyes. He grinned, this was risky and in a public place no less.. But sometimes in life... Risks are worth taking.

"Jump for John."

The dark-haired manager obeyed, she began to lightly jump in place. Using her black heels to launch her body and freed breasts upwards. Her tits jiggled and slapped against her chest with each jump. All the while, her eyes were spaced out, and her arms laid passively against her hips.

"Stop."

Her bouncing came to a rest, and the tanned tits soon followed with a few rippling jiggles.

"Squeeze your nipples"

Mckenna's mouth had drooped open, and her head was slightly tilted. Yet her body still followed instructions, bringing her arms up, her fingers latched onto her own hard nips, and began to squeeze.

"Squeeze harder."

John enjoyed the sight of the woman doing as he commanded, her fingers tightened around her own nipples; she looked to be using a decent amount of strength.

"Shake your tits while holding your nipples."

Mckenna began to yank up and down on her tanned breasts, holding on by her fully erect nipples.

Jonathan was just about getting into the show when the sound of flushing cut into his perverted enjoyment.

''Shit'' John mentally cussed. The table was right beside the bathrooms because, of course, the manager would give a mute teen that table.

"Cover your boobs up, turn around and don't remember any of this."

Mckenna did as she was told, but it didn't seem fast enough. She moved her tanned tits back into her tank top, yet there was significantly booby cleavage on display than before. She must not have tucked her tits in properly.

Doesn't matter.

Mckenna turned, blinked, and shook her head, having remembered what she was doing. She rolled her eyes upon stepping away from John's table and began to head towards the kitchen.

No more than two seconds later, the bathroom door opened.

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