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Regroup, recharge, rethink

As I was still regaining my breath, the gym door opened and in stepped a man in hotel uniform, along with the woman who'd been working out before.

Immediately the hotel man pointed at me,

"You there!" he barked.

I was stood over Nicole, cock in hand, her non-responsive body covered in my DNA. Shit, shit, shit! Is this when it ends?

I closed my eyes and

*pop*

I was back in the hotel room with Victoria Justice. She was sat at the dresser, doing her makeup, unpeturbed by my sudden appearance, "Oh hey, I was just wondering where you were - your shopping arrived and..."

I ignored her as I fled to the bathroom and locked the door. I needed to be alone.

What was going on? What had I done? Less than a day with these powers and...had I turned into a monster? Nicole hadn't said 'No' at any point, sure, but she'd been less than keen on anything I'd done - yet I'd delighted in treating her like an object purely for my pleasure.

Gathering my breath, empty of lust, I didn't blindly see that as a great thing any more. Was this power corrupting me? And was I forgetting the potential consequences?

I sat on the floor and closed my eyes, reaching out. Sure enough, I could feel Nicole and pushed closer until an image formed. The gym, with a groggy Nicole slowly getting up, my semen plastered and drying on her skin, clothes, hair. Steve was talking with the hotel man as the woman from before looked on - she'd watched us, had seemed disapproving. I hadn't even noticed her leave.

What if my power hadn't affected her? Dread filled me. I had to heard what they were saying, had to risk pushing closer. The image became larger, clearer, started to fill my view.

"...Those are the rules, ok?", the hotel man was saying.

"Ok," said Steve, "But he wasn't really with us you know? You should be telling him."

They must've been talking about me...

"I understand that," the man said, "I'm just saying - if you see him again, tell him."

Tell him? Tell me what?

"No access to the gym area without proper gym attire!" the man said as Steve nodded. Evidently he'd said it a few times as Steve looked bored by it,

"Yes yes yes," he waved his hand, "And the thing about shoes especially - trainers only"

I let the vision fade and sighed in relief. She'd been annoyed because I wasn't taking the gym rules seriously? I nearly laughed at that.

Slowly I got up, turned on the shower and undressed. I needed a wash and some time. The feeling of unease about my own actions remained. What was I gonna do now? Who was I going to be?

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These branching stories are going to have 3 very simple premises: 1) You exist in a world where your character AND ONLY your character gets to have sex with whatever group or groups of people you choose wherever and whenever he or she desires. 2) The circumstances under which he or she can have sex with that group can be specified generally or specifically. 3) The response of the people you have sex with and/or the general public can be chosen.