He blinks to what he was focusing on.

It was working, K-T could feel the flux of power building up into him. He focused on the sexiest girls he knew, trying to eek out the last bit of stimulus he needed to get back to his family.

Suddenly it worked, he felt the surge and the massive jaw dropping orgasm, he had blinked again.

"What. The. Absolute. Fuck ?" screamed a familiar voice that he wasn't in the habit of hearing be so angry.

He was no longer sitting on a bench but on a desk, he could feel open books and papers under his naked ass, he was sitting legs apart, his hand still on his throbbing cock.

A desk someone had been sitting at, probably doing homework. Someone whose face would have been just in front of the tip of his cock.

His eyes open he recognized that he was in a very big, very classy, very girly bedroom. And just in front of him he recognized Samantha, a very sexy girl with rich parents that he knew from school and had a huge crush on. It took him a moment to recognize her actually, her face, hair and top were literally drenched in thick, gooey, glowing, white cum.

No amount of cum could hide how shocked and angry the girl was. K-T had a big crush on her but he always knew that both physically and socially she was way out of his league. If he ever had a chance with her once, as tiny as it was, it was now truly gone.

"YOU are a supe? The weirdo perv who always gets naked in front of everyone? And what the fuck is that gunk?" she screamed, scraping glowing cum off herself and on the ground.

She slapped K-T in her anger, leaving a glowing handprint on his cheek. It was only there that K-T discovered that his cum had lost its characteristic smell, replaced by a strong and almost dizzying musky chemical smell.

She moved back her chair and got up. Showing K-T for the first time that she had only been wearing a cutesy pink t-shirt with an old half washed off kid cartoon logo on it and a pair of frilly pink panties.

"Listen Samantha, I know it looks bad, but it's not what you think. This is an accident, I didn't mean to do that. I'm so sorry..." K-T tried to explain.

"You messed with the wrong girl asshole! I can't let you go after that! Connie, Code 9" she said, screaming the last part.

Barely a second later the door burst open with nearly enough **** to rip itself off its hinges and a woman barged in. She stood at more than 7 feet tall, built like a bodybuilder or MMA fighter, tanned skin, long black hair in a ponytail, she was wearing some sort of grey cargo pants and a tank top.

K-T recognized her as someone that often drove Samantha to or from school. He had much time to think about it further, because the woman was already closing on him and the last thing he saw was her right fist, crackling with electricity before being punched in the face and passing out.