Suggestion Sickness

Your ability was not something you grew up with, but something you found yourself with suddenly. You had taken a year out in India between school and university, or what was meant to be a year.

In late February, shortly after turning nineteen, you had contracted some horrible, feverish illness that the local doctors could do nothing for. You'd felt your mind waste as your body did, frighteningly fast. You were sure you were going mad. You were flown back to the UK to be helped by the doctors there, but they never got a chance; your fever broke during the flight.

It took much longer than the fortnight you had been ill for your body to repair the wastage and damage, longer still for you to reclaim your mind. One morning, though, you woke up suddenly and you had a clear head. You were in a hospital ward and you felt fine. Oddly elated, in fact. You were very aware of the beautiful day you could see from the window.

A nurse entered the ward. She was busily checking her notes as she strode through, unaware you were sitting up. You couldn't help but admire her; she seemed to be in her mid twenties, medium height and slim. She had brown hair tied back in a bun and delicate features.

What drew your eyes, however, was her chest. The white uniform that fit at her slender waist obviously wasn't made with such an ample bust in mind, a fact that meant her breasts strained the fabric. You pictured them free of that restraint and the nurse becoming excited as you stroked them.

You stopped looking, quickly and guiltily, as the nurse hesitated in her stride. She stopped short and you saw a confused look and a blush spread across her face. She looked suddenly at her chest, which, you noticed, was heaving as if she had been running. You also had time to notice the two dots of erect nipples, before she hastily covered them with her notes. You looked up at her eyes to see she had discovered your attention and that her blush was deepening. Wordlessly, she looked away and fled.

You didn't see the nurse again before you were discharged and went home and, although you found the whole event interesting and exciting, you gave it little real thought. Little did you know it was just a taste of what lay ahead.

You spent the summer with your parents, preparing for university and visiting a few friends. Little of your budding abilities surfaced until you found yourself at the University of Durham, and surrounded by young women.