Testing your limits: feeding Cyndi

Your new powers both amaze and frighten you. Mildly scared, you break eye contact and release your grasp on Cyndi's mind. She blinks as you turn your head and says: "I should get going. See you tomorrow!" You watch her walk out of the room. Her silhouette is very attractive: slim, yet not skinny, with healthy curves where it matters. Once she is gone, you realize your room is surprisingly devoid of medical machinery. "At least, you think to yourself, an 8 months coma gave me time to heal up." The crash of a meteorite near you certainly meant grievous injuries but it seems like you no longer bear any scratch nor cicatrice. But you do feel dizzy and sleepiness shortly overcomes you.

On the following days, you spend more and more time awake. However, you have a tendancy to wake up only at night, right in the middle of nurse Cyndi's shift. The third time you see her, you decide it's time to see the extent of your power over her will. As she changes your pillow, chatting on how the doctors are too busy to pay you a visit at night, you say: "Nurse?

"Yes?" You wait for her to meet your eyes before answering.

"You... You have nice boobs."

"Thank you."

"What size are they?"

"36CC."

"Are they real?"

"Yes."

Though her speech slows down while she is hypnotized, she barely hesitates before answering these personal questions. You grin, happy of the results, but your head starts to ache.

"May I touch them? you ask, your heart skipping a beat.

"Yes." A little surprised at her answer - you can't believe your luck! You extend your hand and fondle her left breast through her nurse outfit. But as you do so, you see her eyes flicker and your headache increases. It seems like you do not master your new power well enough yet to use it for extended periods of time or to make people do too many things they wouldn't normally do. It seems like the erection forming a bulge under your sheet will have to wait. Just as you are about to lose control over Cindy, an idea creeps into your mind. You gesture to the trolley she left near the door and say: "Give me one of those." She reaches over, grab one of the small plastic cup usually used to collect samples and hand it to you. You put it under your pillow before breaking eye contact at last.

As she blinks and looks a little confused, you say: "I enjoyed that talk, but I have a small headache now... I'd like to sleep."

"Oh... Oh, yes, of course. Enjoyed it too. See you tomorrow, sleep tight!" You are not very sure if she finds it normal to forget what she has done in the past 5 minutes or if you are forcing false memories in her mind, but one way or the other, she does not notice the missing cup on the trolley and that is what matters to you.

You turn on your side and whimper. A small headache? What an euphemism! The pain keeps building up for a few minutes after Cyndi left, killing any sexual desire you had, but it finally starts to recess as you relax. You fall asleep with a smile on your face, thinking about what you will try tomorrow.

When you wake up, it's already late in the evening. Your head feels heavy but it does not hurt anymore. You are not quite sure when Cyndi will be here but figuring there is no harm in being prepared, you fumble under your pillow for the plastic cup. You turn on your side, facing away from the door. After a quick glance over your shoulder, you get out of under the sheet and pull your cock out of your slip. You begin masturbating furiously. 8 months without a single jack-off! Your weakness seems to fade away as you remember how soft were nurse Cyndi's breasts and you fantasize about what you'll have her do tonight.

Your climax is not very strong as you feel a little sick but it is enough to make you almost forget about the cup. Just as you are about to ejaculate, you put the red and swollen tip of your member into the plastic recipient. Spasmodic jets of whitish sperm fall into it. You stroke your member slower and slower as the fluid is expulsed from your body with a pleasant sensation.

Finally, you feel your cock softening and the spasms cease. Quickly, you pull up your slip after wiping your cock on the side of the bed. Turning your attention to the cup, you first think your mind is playing tricks on you. But you are not dreaming: your ejaculation is eerily voluminous. The cup is almost totally full! Looking at the gradation on the side of it, you discover you have just pumped out over 50 mL of cum! Thinking back to your biology class, you remember the average human ejaculation is ten times less!

Puzzled, you slip the cup under the sheet as the squeaking sound of nurse Cyndi's trolley gets closer. Your new busty best friend enters the room, smiling. "Hello there! How do you feel today?

"Not bad, not bad" you say, your left hand clenching the cup and your heart beating so loud you almost fear she'll hear it.

"You want anything special tonight? asks Cyndi, certainly not expecting the response you give her.

"Actually, yes, you say. I want you to quaff that down, right here and right now." You present her with the full cup, smiling triumphantly.

Taken aback by that strange request, the nurse stops cold and gazes at your offering. When she realizes what you want her to drink, a look of surprise, disgust and panic flickers on her cute face. "God, but tha-" Her protestation is abruptly interrupted as your eyes meet. Almost instantly, you feel as if an iron needle was poking you on the forehead. Her will is resisting. You remember how the simple fact of touching her breasts had caused her to fight back and you suddenly fear you might have gone too far, too quick.