Jennifer

Nick was twenty-six years old and lived a life that no one would envy. He worked stocking shelves at the supermarket in the small town where he'd grown up — one of those places where everyone knows everyone else, and news travels faster than the Wi-Fi. He lived alone in the apartment that had once belonged to his mother, its walls still covered with photographs he'd never found the courage to take down.

As a child, he devoured comic books, spending countless hours lost in worlds where ordinary people became something extraordinary. Somewhere deep inside, though he would never have admitted it out loud, he'd always hoped something like that would happen to him someday.

Life, so far, had given him no reason to keep believing.

The absence of his mother had settled inside him like a quiet habit of sadness, something he'd learned to live with without ever really knowing how to fill the void. After that came years of dull routine, with no greater ambition than making it to the end of each month; a girlfriend who left him in a particularly painful way — something he preferred not to talk about; and endless nights in front of his computer as his only escape. He lost himself in the same kinds of fantasies as any other man his age and in his circumstances, never imagining that one ordinary night, sitting in front of that very same screen, his entire life was about to split in two.

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After a long session of porn and masturbation, Nick felt slightly dizzy, but he kept browsing the internet absentmindedly, as he usually did.

Then the screen went black.

A moment later, it began flickering with strange images.

"Fantastic," he muttered. "Now what? A virus? I wasn't even downloading anything."

Words began appearing across the screen in red, flashing between disturbing images of sex and depravity. They weren't in English but in Cyrillic — probably Russian — though Nick didn't understand a single word of it.

Then something strange happened.

As he looked at the words, it was as if someone were whispering their meaning directly into his ear in a deep voice, speaking flawless English.

*"My son... at last we can meet. Blessed is this day, for I can finally pass the Aura on to you — the birthright that has always been yours."*

Nick's heart pounded wildly. He was beginning to think he was losing his mind, yet something held him firmly to his chair, forcing his eyes to remain fixed on the screen.

*"I must warn you. There are those who seek the death of all who bear the Aura. I made the mistake of believing I could sit among the highest circles of society and manipulate them to my own ends... and I paid for that arrogance with my life. Wield this power with caution... but above all, enjoy it.*

*uvidimsya."*

"Jesus... I seriously need to stop watching so much porn. I'm going to lose my fucking mind. Am I daydreaming now?"

He rubbed his eyes.

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The next morning, he dragged himself through the streets half-asleep, just as he did every day.

The café smelled of freshly ground coffee and warm pastries — a small place near the bus stop where Nick always stopped before work, more out of habit than necessity. The girl behind the counter was new; he had never seen her before. She wore a green apron that was slightly too big for her petite frame, and a messy ponytail with loose strands escaping around the sides.

When it was his turn, she looked up to ask for his order. Their eyes met for a second longer than they should have.

"A latte, to go..." Nick began.

The girl froze, her pen suspended in midair, her mouth slightly open, as if she'd just seen a ghost. For a brief moment, she looked as though she'd completely forgotten where she was or what she was doing behind the register.

"Oh... right. Of course. One moment," she stammered.

She turned toward the espresso machine a little too quickly, caught her foot on the leg of a chair sticking out, and stumbled headfirst into the counter, barely managing to keep herself from crashing onto the floor. Recovering as fast as she could, her cheeks burning bright red, she handed him his coffee. Along with it, using a trembling hand, she slipped him a folded piece of paper with her phone number scribbled on it, the handwriting growing more crooked toward the end.

"Here... in case... well... you know."

Nick couldn't believe it. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. The words he'd heard the previous night echoed through his mind. He had been just about ready to dismiss the whole thing as nothing more than a bizarre hallucination...

Then he saw it.

On his way out of the café, his reflection caught his eye in the glass storefront. It wasn't his reflection. Or rather, it was — but it looked nothing like reality, as insane as that sounded.

He was huge.

Not just fit — ridiculously muscular. The kind of physique that belonged to a Marvel superhero. He instinctively grabbed at his chest. It wasn't just the reflection.

The abs were there.

So were the biceps.

*"WHAT THE FUCK?!"*

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On the bus, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Was he hallucinating? It didn't feel like a hallucination.

He kept absentmindedly feeling his chest and arms, reassuring himself that the muscles were really there. Then he looked up and glanced toward the back of the bus, studying the other passengers. He lived in a small town, so he recognized most of the people who took the evening bus home from the city.

His eyes settled on the young woman sitting in the last row. He recognized her immediately.

Jennifer had been his ex-girlfriend's best friend years ago. Out of all her friends, she had always been the most beautiful by far — probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. It was her lips, more than anything else. He'd never understood why, but he could never stop looking at them.

She was friendly, attractive, and had a great figure. Nick remembered the words from his dream. *Manipulate them as you please.* Then he thought about the barista.

*It can't really be that easy... Or can it?*

With nothing to lose and not a trace of embarrassment, he stood up and walked straight over to sit beside her.

She was wearing a light red summer dress that showed off her long, shapely legs. Years ago, he'd often fantasized about having a threesome with her and his girlfriend — simply because the idea had excited him, but she was also smart and nice to talk to. He suspected his ex had noticed the way he looked at her. Maybe that had played some small part in how their relationship eventually fell apart, along with everything else that had happened in his life.

"How've you been, Jennifer?"

She turned toward him in surprise. Of all the people you might expect to strike up a conversation on a bus, your friend's ex-boyfriend would be somewhere near the bottom of the list. Her expression quickly shifted from surprise to disdain. She opened her mouth, clearly about to ask something along the lines of *"What do you want?"*

She never got the chance.

"I haven't seen you in ages. You look gorgeous."

Her expression changed again. This time... to confusion. It was happening again. The woman's entire attitude shifted in an instant. Nick began to suspect that some deeply rooted instinct — something primal and impossible to explain — was awakening the moment they truly focused their attention on him.

"Th-thank you," she replied softly, followed by an embarrassed little giggle.

Now he was certain.

Jennifer would never have answered him like that under normal circumstances. She would have died before accepting a compliment from him so graciously. He didn't even know if she was still friends with his ex, but if she'd remained loyal to her, especially after the ugly breakup, this reaction made no sense whatsoever.

*Well... in for a penny, in for a pound,* Nick thought.

"You're welcome, beautiful."

He smiled as he gently reached out and rested his hand on her leg. He waited a few moments to gauge her reaction. There was no anger. She didn't even pull away. If anything, it almost looked as though she instinctively relaxed into the contact.

"So... how's life treating you?" he asked, slowly stroking her thigh as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

"I can't complain," she replied, sounding oddly happy that he was taking an interest in her. "I finished university, and I found a job almost immediately because I knew—"

Nick stopped listening. He was too fascinated by how effortlessly she seemed to open up to him. Now completely confident, he interrupted her.

"That's wonderful. You should give me a kiss to celebrate."

She smiled as if she'd just been told she'd won the lottery, and let out a shy "okay" before diving in to claim his lips.

The truth is Nick had expected her to kiss him on the cheek, but he wasn't about to complain. He immediately grabbed her by the hair with his free hand and started playing with her tongue. His hand, still resting on her leg, began to move upward almost by instinct, until it brushed directly against her core through her panties, letting him feel how pleasantly wet she'd become. The girl was tense, but she liked it, kissing him back.

*It's only been thirty seconds... This has to be some kind of fantasy,* he thought, as the bulge in his pants started to grow uncomfortable — who knew what she was thinking.

The automated voice announcing the stops interrupted them. The bus had reached the end of the line.

Nick pulled away.

"Do you live alone?"

"With Alex," Jennifer replied. "We're staying in a house that belongs to my family. But honestly, she's almost always at her boyfriend's place."

"Perfect. Then you can invite me over to—"

"Okay," she interrupted eagerly, already looking excited at the idea.

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The short walk from the bus stop to her house passed in what felt like moments. Jennifer walked quickly, while Nick kept glancing around, hoping they wouldn't run into anyone he knew. The last thing he wanted was awkward questions.

When they reached the house, she dropped her handbag by the entrance and pointed him toward the living room. As soon as she disappeared from sight, Nick sat down on the sofa, wondering what the easiest way to seduce her would be.

A moment later, she returned and sat beside him.

"Would you like a coffee, or...?"

She said, but Nick was already starting to realize he might not even need to beat around the bush.

"No, I need some help with this," he said, unzipping his fly and pulling out his cock, still only half-hard. "That kiss was way too sexy — now I need you to finish the job with those gorgeous lips."

"Oh... okay... yeah... sure..." she said, clearly unable to think straight. She turned tomato red, breathing hard. Her eyes went wide the moment she caught sight of the size of him — and Nick too, he was just as stunned himself.

"Oh my god... it's huge, Monica never told me..." she said, wrapping her hands around it and leaning in to get a closer look.

Once it had reached its full size, she started kissing along the shaft, and soon her tongue was out, licking up and down like her life depended on it. She struggled to fit it in her mouth, but that didn't stop her from trying to take in as much as she could.

She settled onto her knees on the couch, still sucking, and Nick decided to grab her by the hair, tightening his grip until he found the exact point where she couldn't breathe. A few seconds like that, and when she started making choking sounds, he pulled her head back up by the hair.

"You like that?" he asked, holding her head. She nodded, gasping, her mascara running with saliva, tears, and precum. He guided her mouth back down to keep working, and with his free hand he started lifting her dress until he could freely grope her ass.

The Jennifer he knew — proper, well-raised, impeccable manners, very catholic— would never have done anything like this under any circumstances.

He started rubbing her through the thin fabric of her thong and added, "You're soaked... why don't you take all this off and hop on top of me, hm? I bet you'd love to take the whole thing."

Without a word, she stood up from the couch, pulled off her dress with one hand, and unhooked her bra, freeing a pair of full, exceptionally shaped breasts. In front of him, she slid off her soaked thong too. He'd always known she was attractive, but she'd never been the type to dress provocatively, or so he remembered her — the woman standing in front of him now was stunning, hardly a curve out of place, not a single flaw to find. Looking at her, Nick lost whatever last shred of self-control he might have had, if he'd ever had any. She spread her legs and lowered herself onto his massive length without a moment's hesitation.

She winced in pain as the tip pushed in with difficulty, but didn't stop.

"God, you're going to break me..." she moaned, taking in more and more of him with each attempt, until finally she managed to crouch and started bouncing up and down, taking most of his length inside her.

"I hope you're on the pill..." he said. She shook her head, but kept bouncing anyway and added, "Just don't stop, please — I'll go to the pharmacy after," between cries. There were plenty of other reasons not to do this without protection, especially with someone she'd just met, but she couldn't think straight anymore, and he didn't want her to.

Pleased with her answer, he noticed how hot he'd gotten, sweating heavily. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso like something out of a Greek statue. She looked down and, still moaning, ran her fingers along his abs.

"Yes, fuck, don't stop, please," she cried out, her breasts bouncing in circles, and Nick buried his face between them, licking her nipples. He was in heaven.

When she started to slow down, he lifted her up and laid her on her back on the couch. He could feel he was close and wanted to pound her without mercy. She scream and moan in every trust.

"You're going to swallow every drop, aren't you?"

Jennifer nodded, and when he felt he couldn't hold back any longer, he grabbed her by the hair, pulled her onto her knees, and came the moment she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue — an enormous amount of cum spreading across her face, some of it landing in her mouth, which she swallowed instantly, and just as she'd offered, she started wiping the rest off her face and sucking it off her fingers like sweet nectar.

Nick collapsed onto the couch, still catching his breath, while Jennifer simply sat down beside him, looking confused — maybe the post-coital clarity was starting to reveal just how insane what had just happened really was. More out of fear of some kind of negative reaction than anything else, Nick wrapped his arms around her and started kissing her neck, whispering:

"I think it's best if we don't tell anyone about any of this... you know, it'd be weird."

"I wouldn't even know how to explain it," she replied. "It was..."

"It was an incredible fuck," he cut in. "I bet no one's ever fucked you like that in your life."

"No, I've never met anyone so... well-endowed." Her eyes drifted involuntarily back down to his still half-hard cock.

"You've got a long session ahead of you tonight, I promise you that — I mean... if you invite me to stay over. But first, we need a shower," he said, getting to his feet.