Work

Your next class isn't for a few hours, so you decide to head to the library to get some work done. It's not too far of a walk, but it'll give you some time to think. You get up and start to go there, and as you do you think back on your encounter with Grace. The things you got her to do certainly showcased your power and turned you on, but you feel guilty that you fell into such things so quickly. You placate yourself with the idea that she'll be happy, but a part of you is already starting to think of other ways to misapply your gift.

You get to the library and go to try to find a private area to code. After you search the first floor for awhile without much luck, you head to the second and find a dingy table for two in the back corner behind a shelf of books. You've barely gotten out your laptop and textbook, however, before your body tenses up at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Hey, it looks like a geek is ditching class! And lo and behold, you are, " Naomi says while slapping your shoulder playfully. "So, how's it going? I saw you on the first floor and thought I'd say hi." She smiles, but you just look at down at the desk.

She waits, so you finally say, "I'm alright, you?" You look up briefly, but Naomi just shakes her head and sighs.

"Man, I'm just trying to be friendly."

You feel a surge of frustration and bravery and say, "Really? Because you and your friends haven't gone a day without making fun of me, stealing my shit, or just generally making my life hell." You breath out and put your head in one hand.

Before you can continue, Naomi says, "Nah, we've just been messing with you a little. Can't you take a hint?"

You finally turn and stare into her eyes. She's mostly Japanese but her parents were each born in America, which you know because they're alums of your school, as she's been wont to point out. Her hair is long and a very dark brown. She's a little stocky or large, with a fair amount of muscles, but ultimately she's quite beautiful. Her breasts are huge, as are her ass and hips, and the little fat she does have just adds to her appeal. But her looks certainly don't match her personality, and you've learned that firsthand, so you let your anger build and finally quietly say, "I mean, would you rather be in my position, or yours?"

Your eyes widen as you say it. You didn't actually mean to use it, you only wanted to start to make your position understood to her for once. But as you think this, she says without hesitating, "Of course my own." She then grabs one of your pens, blows you a kiss, and says, "Until next time."

Your blood boils and before you can even think about what you're going to do the feelings you've been suppressing bubble over and you say, with icy clarity, "So then, would you rather stand there and play with your boobs or sit on the floor and masturbate."

She turns back to you and looked as if she was about to yell at you or hurt you, but instead she pauses and says, "I'd rather play with my boobs." Her hands shoot to her tits and start delicately massaging and expertly touching them, and her face briefly exudes arousal as she lets out a soft moan. You wonder if it's the situation, the act that, or both, but she suddenly looks at you and says, "What the hell!?"

You see that she's probably about to yell so you quickly interject, saying, "Would you rather follow the library rules and whisper in here or just not talk at all?"

She seems to struggle for a moment but finally whispers, "I'll whisper. What the hell is happening you fucking perverted asshole?"

You think about everything for a moment, and you glance at her hands still manipulating her tits, but finally you sigh and say, "I have a power. If I ask someone to pick between two choices by using the phrase 'would you rather,' then they have to pick one of the options and it becomes true for them."

"Damn," she whispers. She seems to calculate the position she's in and says, "Look, I'm sorry. I went too far, okay? Can we leave it at this?"

You look at her tits jiggle together as her hands briefly push them together and feel heat in your crotch, but you also don't necessarily want to push this too far. The fact that you told her about the power eats at you though, as do all the things she's done in the past, so you look at her with new resolve and say, "I'm truly sorry, but no. I mean, you could tell anyone right now. Do anything. And the way you've treated me so far hasn't exactly been stellar. So, from my point of view, the only question is where we can go from here."

Naomi's eyes look defeated as what could happen to her begins to sink in, but her hands keep playing with her boobs. You think back to her apparent arousal when this began, and think that you may be able to see some of that still in her. Given that thought, you decide that if what you want to do works you'll at least feel better about yourself as you move forwards and say, "I'm going to give you a choice that will determine how this proceeds: would you rather know that I have this control and, despite not necessarily wanting to be changed, love and desire it while feeling turned on by it; or simply know about my power without experience any of that love or arousal."