Chapter 9: That Night

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He might have gotten his morning orgasm later than he wanted, but Andrew was very pleased. Two days in a row he’d had a sexual experience at school, and this had only whet his appetite. He couldn’t help but grin as he thought about he could further **** this ability. Could he transform his teachers and fuck them for better grades? How often could he wander the halls and get laid?

Andrew also thought about the ways he could change himself. He was surprised how often he could know something about the device even if he didn’t know that he knew it. Any time he began to ponder the nature of the device’s inner workings the answer would pop into his head, like a fact he had always known, so authoritatively he didn’t need to question further. When that failed, the voice would return and speak directly to him, just as frustratingly vague as it had before. He learned how he could change his own body, his own mind, and the possibilities cascaded through his head. No refractory period, endless stamina, even a boost to his ability. The drawback was that he needed to use the device to affect any of these changes, so if didn’t have access to it he was stuck where he was. He passed on worrying about such a thing happening at all, he was very careful with it and had only been out of arm’s reach of it for a few minutes in total since it came to him.

Everyone around him started to look like a potential sexual conquest. He could change anything about anyone, and it was so easy he spent the rest of the day fantasizing about it.

When school ended that afternoon, Katie stopped Andrew in the hall.

“Hey, you didn’t tell anyone about yesterday, right?”

No,” he replied.

“Okay, good, because someone said something today that made me think they heard about it.”

“Weird,” Andrew said, fiddling with the device.

“It’s not like it was bad or anything, I just don’t want anyone to know.”

“I’ve thought about telling people, honestly.”

“What?” She exclaimed, “why?”

“Because it was pretty hot and I want to brag about it. I think it’ll make me popular, or something.”

“Then I’ll tell them you have a tiny dick!”

“Geez, it’s not that serious,” Andrew said.

“Then don’t be an ass about it, okay? It was a one time thing, anyway. Don’t get any ideas.”

Before Andrew could say anything Katie was already turning on her heels and marching off. There were too many witnesses to really get at her, so he decided on something more subtle. He pressed the button and the device clicked, almost imperceptibly, because all Andrew wanted was for Katie to be unable to get him out of her head.

“We'll see about that ‘one time thing,’ Katie,” he thought.

Andrew went home to his dark, empty house. He considered snapping Stephanie, but she hadn’t even seen his latest message from lunchtime, so he thought it would be another evening by himself in his room. Unless, he thought, he made his own fun. He took a glance outside, the mostly cloudy sky casting shadows across the street, and didn’t see any one. He frowned from his desk chair, spinning for no reason, stuck with the reality that he would need to go somewhere if he wanted to have sex but too lazy to get up and do that. What he really wanted was to fuck someone, to just absolutely go to town. The position or even the partner didn’t matter. He needed to unleash himself inside of a tight pussy.

He sat in his chair thinking about it for so long he was starting to get stiff.

“All right, I’ll go out,” he said after a few minutes.

He was about ten feet from the front door when it opened quite unexpectedly. A woman walked quite casually into the house, but she jumped back startled when she saw Andrew.

“Oh! Andrew! I didn’t expect you to be home!”

Andrew wasn't sure how to respond. The woman was almost twice his age, he guessed, and about a half foot shorter than him. He noticed right away that she was a chubby woman, something that normally would turn him off, but this woman was really pretty. Her plump, soft looking lips were curled into a friendly smile. Her eyes dazzled even in the low light from behind a pair of black frames. She was thick, and nowhere was it more obvious than in her enormous breasts. Her clothing was modest, but no outfit could hope to hide them.

"Uh, sorry, what's going on?" Andrew said, doing his best to avert his gaze from the woman's chest.

"No, no, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, "I'm Christy, I work with your mom. She forgot her wallet and sent me here to grab it. She didn't think you would be home. I didn't mean to scare you!"

Andrew nodded, "Okay, can I help you look?"

"I actually see it already," she said, pointing to the corner table behind Andrew, where he turned and saw his mom's wallet patiently waiting.

"Oh, cool."

Christy stepped around Andrew and grabbed the wallet. "Perfect. I'll be going, sorry to barge in!"

Andrew was about to leave anyway, but he knew he had an opportunity here. Should he use the device on Christy, or would he rather go out and find someone else?