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Call Me Doctor	By : sandman-nobody Category: +G through L > Life is Strange Views: 28558 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-Super Warren
- 2-Blue Haired Lesbian Goodness
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A/N: Hey, y’all. How’s it goin’? Thanks for dropping by to check out my first attempt at writing something for Life is strange. Hopefully I’ve done the character’s justice. I love the game, played it a ton and now I just want to give back a bit. It my own special, special way.
Also, please pay attention to the tags listing bellow if you are sensitive to non-consensual themes. Otherwise enjoy. And don’t forget to leave a comment bellow.
Tag(s): Non-Consensual, Fondling, Oral, Fingering, Impregnation.
Girl(s): Max
Words: 13,691
Chapter 1 – Super Warren
This, what was this?
I’m sitting in my desk, same as every other day. But what was happening around me was anything but average. More specifically, it didn’t seem possible.
The science classroom, currently being taught by Mrs. Grant, was disturbingly silent. The room full of young adults sat in utter stagnation. Brook, Logan, Nathen, Courtney, and the rest of the group sat without moving so much as an inch. Even the class pet fish hadn’t so much as twitched in the past minute, as though it were flash frozen in its tank.
“Fuck, fuck,” I whispered to myself, eyes growing wider with every second. But I was a scientist. And there was no problem that couldn’t be solved through the scientific method. I just needed to stay calm and assess the situation. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done.
Fingers tapping anxiously on my desk, the need to get up and move finally won out, and I stood up from my seat. I needed to figure this out.
First things first, remember what had happened leading up to event. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. I don’t remember when it happened exactly, but at some point I must have fallen asleep. Part of me wanted to think I was still dreaming, if not for the memory of being awoken so violently. I had been dreaming, about what I couldn’t remember. But I had been scared, and there was a van of some kind? Oh man, this was making my head hurt. What had happened next?
Mrs. Grant called on me, asked me a question about the effect of UV Radiation on chemical bonds. I raised my hand to answer, and then… nothing. Or a lot of something. I still couldn’t be sure.
Alright, I was starting to panic again. Pacing back and forth, the only noise I could hear was my own shoes scraping against the linoleum floors. Once again, I forced myself to observe the situation scientifically. It was about the only thing keeping me from totally losing my cool.
“Hypothesis,” I muttered. The quite was unnerving and the sound of my own voice helped in that respect. “Some kind of… gas leak? This could be the result of some kind of paralyzing poison?” But even as I said it, I knew that couldn’t be the case. It was one thing for a gas to be completely invisible and without scent, but even a school as well stocked as Blackwell wouldn’t have the kind of chems needed to put that together. Besides, at the very least I would still be affected.
“Hypothesis,” I repeated, scratching the back of my head. I walked over to Brook, whose eyes were still clear and staring at the bored. As far as I could tell she was conscious, but I didn’t see any kind of thought behind them “could be, mass hypnosis?” This idea pained the intellectual in me to even consider something so… unscientific, but the nerd in me read way too many comics not to recognize a heard of zombies. It was like everyone’s brain’s just turned off. Though, that didn’t explain the fish, or the lack of sound. It’s not like whatever did this could just turn off the sound of electricity and AC.
“H-Hypothesis,” I looked around, but my face was pinched in uncertainty. “Um… ah,” my mind was drawing a blank. “Come on!” Just no matter how I hard I tried to reason with my situation, nothing even feasibly possible came to mind. With nothing rational to consider, I was only left with the irrational.
“Time control!?” I wanted to kick myself for being so stupid.
If Mrs. Grant could hear me now, I had no doubt she would revoke my scientist’s card. This was not an anime, start thinking of real solutions.
My only solace was that no one seemed capable of hearing my guffaw. I mean, yea, it would explain the lack of sound. And, okay, it even kind of explained the complete lack of action in the room. And sure, I guess it would kind of explain why I would be the only one unaffected but… but… okay, why couldn’t I think of a but?
Either I was even worse at the scientific method than I’d originally thought, or I was just missing something here. But there was no way I actually stopped time.
For one thing, physicists simply didn’t allow it. By natural laws and everything humanity currently understood about space time, halting the timeline just could not be done. The amount of energy required to even attempt to touch the layer of reality that we understood as time would deplete our sun tenfold. And I was seriously thinking I’d done it by accident? Talk about arrogant.
Less scared, but more anxious, I walked around the room taking the time to give each of my classmates a small once over. I was looking for something, anything really that might give me a reason to doubt the impossibilities forming in my head. But their hollow expressions, the way they sat so perfectly still, the way they weren’t breathing. If I hadn’t somehow stopped time, I’m not sure I want to know the alternative. But where did this leave me?
“Okay Warren, so let’s think for a second like you actually managed to stop time. That means you can, un-stop time, right?” I should probably be more concerned with how much I was talking to myself, but right now it’s about all that’s keeping me sane. I took a moment to consider my own question, once again remembering the events leading up this… whatever it was.
“Okay, dream, Mrs. Grant, UV radiation…” nothing came to mind. Not unless I’d somehow mispronounced the English language enough to discover some kind of ancient spell. And even I wasn’t gullible enough to follow that line of reasoning. “But then all that’s left is rising my hand!” I growled in frustration, repeating the action without as much as a thought. The return of sound was so profound and unexpected, I nearly feel to my feet.
I don’t know what was worse, the wave of noise that threatened to break my ear drums, or the intense, painful pounding in the center of my brain. Either way, I was too busy groaning to recognize the return of the room, even as multiple sets of eyes turned to see me.
“Warren? Is everything alright?” Mrs. Grant was the first to say anything. Concerned, but also confused, I could only imagine how it looked to have been watching me at my desk, only for me to appear halfway across the room. The pounding in my head cleared enough for me to open my eyes.
“Y-Yea!” I almost shouted. I tried not to let my fear shine through but on the inside I was actually pretty close to losing my mind. Being stared at by all of my peers certainly didn’t help.
“Ugh,” a deep voice grunted to my left. I turned to see Logan making a stupid face, both amused and disgusted. “Forget your tampon today, Graham?” This comment earned more than a few chuckles from the room, as well as deep glare of disapproval from the teacher.
“That’s enough Logan!” she ordered. Her hard expression softened as she moved to approach me. “Warren do you need to go to the nurse?” All I could was blink in confusion, trying to understand what they were talking about.
I caught my reflection in a nearby glass display and filched at the amount of blood pouring out of my nose. I moved to touch the stream out of reflex, only to grunt at the sight of my now red finger tips.
The teacher waited for me to answer. “Ah, n-no. I’m good.” I nodded my head. Moving over to the sinks I grabbed a couple of tissues before returning to my seat. The entire room watched as I pressed them against my face, trying to clean up the trail and stem any further leakage. I tried to keep my head down and avoid anyone’s gaze. Mrs. Grant watched me a moment longer before moving back to class.
“If you’re sure.”
Logan, and a few more jocks, were still chuckling at what he’d said. But for once I was too preoccupied to worry about their bullshit. Because now, there wasn’t more arguments I could make without facing the truth.
I could control time. Or, at the very least stop it.
Holy Frances Gray, Batman, where do I pick up my screwdriver?
No one could see my face, buried into the table and covered in a giant wad of tissues. But if they could, no doubt they would blink at my wide, nearly psychotically large smile adorning my features. Was this really happening?! Without the fear and confusion, this was possibly, no, it was the coolest thing that had ever happened.
It’s like I’m in some kind of video game! I couldn’t help but cheer. It was almost enough to forget about the skull cracking head ache still pounding between my ears. Almost.
Was this dangerous then? Had I just stayed frozen too long? Or did using it at all do damage? Surly bleeding from the nose was a bad sign. I had so many questions, but no way to answer them. I considered myself a scientist, first and foremost, and I’d just stumbled upon the discovery of… fuck, of ever! I was gonna be fucking famous! Maybe I’ll even get a Nobel prize! My shoulders were shaking under the effort of containing my excitement. If anyone noticed, I didn’t care. I was goddamned Super Warren!
I waited a few seconds until I calmed down. I was still grinning like an idiot, but at least I wasn’t as compelled to jump up from my seat to start dancing. I needed to concentrate. I needed to think. First rule of science, if you can’t reproduce your results, they might as well have never happened.
As impossible as it seemed, this power looked to be activated when I raised my arm. It was kinda weird but it still made about as much sense as the rest of the day. I looked around nervously before slowly raising my arm.
My headache was mostly gone by this point. Being perfectly honest, nothing short of my head exploding would have stopped me right then and there. Worst case scenario, Mrs. Grant sees me with my hand up and I ask to go to the bathroom. Best case…
I nearly cried out when a new pressure in my brain made itself known. I press through however, and soon I can feel the world snap to a stop. Almost like a rubber band, the sensation in my head builds and builds until it finally snaps, and with it the world comes to a grinding halt. I scramble to stand on my feet.
My chair shot back, only to stop the second it left my legs. I turned around and watched with fascination as it remained frozen in place, teetering as though it were about to fall over but never following its predicted path. This was incredible.
“Oh man,” I grinned. On my feet I stared to walk around again, my smile only growing bigger as I watched those around me remain as frozen statues. Bored expressions and bad posture. “Oh man, oh man,” I kept repeating. This was my mantra as I tried to wrap my mind around what this meant for me.
I could be real super hero! Fighting crime and saving the day with all the time in the world. How insane was this?!
I didn’t know what to do first. Obviously I needed to study this, whatever it was. Run some experiments to better understand just what was happening. Personally, I was favoring the x-men theory. Natural evolution could produce some way crazy results. And it was as good an excuse as any. But that still didn’t answer my question.
I guess I should ask myself, what did I want to do?
I scratched the back of my head for a moment before finally looking at the door. Ah, duh! What does any superhero do as soon he discovers his power?! Goes to see his lady, of course! Man I can only imagine the look of Max’s face when she sees what I can do!
I finished cleaning face before making my way to the hall. The blood had stopped, and while a few drops had stained my shirt, my clothes were the least of my worries.
My relationship with Max Caulfield was… early, is how I choose to describe it. True, she seems a little shy but I’m confident that soon enough, she’ll fall for the good ol’ Warren charm. Heck, super powers sure don’t hurt either. I mean, I was planning on inviting her to the drive through this weekend, but somehow this seemed just a bit more exciting.
The halls were empty, making my new found powers less than exciting. But soon enough I found myself opening the door to the school’s photography classroom, Max’s class room.
The sight was fairly similar to my own. A teacher, Mr. Villus, standing in front of a dozen students. Their expressions varied from boredom to downright sleeping. Apparent, Blackwell had had this other guy all lined up to teach this class this year. Some fancy, famous dude. Mr. Jefferson or something like that. But he canceled at the last minute to take another offer in some other small town down the coast. Mr. Villus was still an okay guy, but more than one of students who’d heard about what they could have had were disappointed. Max especially.
I didn’t get it. I mean pictures are pictures, right? But I’m pretty sure Max would say the same thing about mathematic formula.
Speaking of my special girl, a goofy grin, even by my account, made its way on my face as moved to get a better look.
Face down and out of focus, she looked to be scribbling something in the journal of hers rather than paying attention. I took advantage of the moment to appreciate her strange beauty.
Alright, so she didn’t have a body like Dana or the fashion of Victoria. But I thought she was pretty great. Shy and nervous, her big doe like eyes were incredible. Especially when she was excited or taking a photo. Not to mention she was a total dork. Give me a babe who can discuss the finer points of Evangeline, over big boobs any day. Although, speaking of, I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering just a bit lower.
Anyone who’s had a crush knows the struggle of wanting to look at them without letting them actually see you do it. I was a victim as much as the next person, but with my new powers I found myself in a very interest position.
I glanced around, double checking the world was in fact still frozen. Stepping closer, a nervous smile pulled at one corner of my mouth to form a grin. Reaching out, a single outstretched finger prodded the side of her face.
Warm and soft, Max’s cheek sank under my digit, but otherwise remained unaffected. In spite of myself, flushed warmth overtook my face as this realization came to light. I stared up at Max’s bored expression, trying to imagine the possibilities.
I could do whatever I wanted right now. I’d known this of course, but the actual implications of such power was only now reaching me. Guys like me usually can only dream about being in this position. Emphasis on whatever, my hormone riddled, teenage lizard brain naturally turned to more carnal ideas.
Would it really be so bad of me to, say… take a peek down her shirt? And that was being tame. If wanted, I could probably undress her completely. Not to mention any other girl I stumbled across. Honestly why stop at Max when I have an entire school at my disposal?
‘Okay buddy, run before you walk,’ I reminded myself. Sure, there were lots of lovely ladies in this school. But this was a good start. The best start in fact. Being a super hero and Nobel prizes can wait until I can get to second base.
Max wasn’t the kind of girl to wear something with the purpous of showing off skin. Todays she was wearing her familiar grey hoodie, with a pink shirt underneath that was low enough to show off her neck and collar. I felt my smile widen as I allowed myself the pleasure. Oh man…
Even though I knew the world was frozen, I couldn’t help but glance up nervously. It’s not every day you were allowed to stare at boobs to your heart’s content. My biggest problem at this point is deciding what to do first.
“Maybe just a kiss,” I sighed dramatically, as though this was in some way better than all the other things I was currently thinking about. But licking my lips, I knew there was no excuse. This was the kind of power guys dreamed about when it came to girls. Myself included. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve walked by the girl’s locker room, willing myself to turn invisible. Guess I was just praying for the wrong power.
Max’s lips were already pursed, her jaw somewhat slack in the way the left the tip of her teeth showing. I tried finding a position that would give me better access, but to no avail. Finally, with a huff, I simply reached forward, touched her chin, and tried to turn her face toward me. And to my surprise, it worked.
There was some resistance, but no more than it would take to move the joint of a doll or action figure. Her eyes remained the same, fixated in the space that used to be her note book.
She was now staring over her shoulder, much easier for me in terms of access. My finger lingered on her chin for a moment longer, enjoying the soft, smooth sensation of a girl’s skin. It was warm, much to my surprise. Unless there was direct contact I couldn’t feel a thing. But skin to skin, she felt just as alive and warm as ever. Swallowing nervously, I gave the girl a nervous smile before lowering my face towards hers.
My hand moved to the back of her head, buried in her short brown hair to keep her head from sliding away. At the same time, I found the softest sensation in the world pressing against my lips. A rush of warm air flew out my nose under the guise of a gentle moan. I shifted my face, moving back just a fraction of an inch before pressing my face against her’s anew. Harder and more firm. This time I stayed were I was, moving my mouth against hers and enjoying the way it felt to finally kiss the girl of my dreams.
There were… a few things that weren’t like I imagined. Obvious Max wasn’t in any position to kiss me back. And the way she just sat there, lips completely still was just a bit weird. But, eventually I found myself getting used to it. And simply enjoyed the moment.
My lips worked against hers as best they could under the circumstances. I usually settled on just one, her bottom lip and pressed it between my own. Meanwhile my hand continued to work through her hair, petting it while my other moved to touch her shoulder.
Frozen as she was, she was still warm, and soft. Opening my mouth, I found my tongue slipping free of its own accord, brushing against her. Mouth already open, there was nothing stopping me from slipping inside, my head turning to penetrate that much deeper.
Science really was a wonderful thing, I found. The curious part of my brain was fascinated at the discovery that I could taste her, taste the inside of her mouth. Though, considering a good portion of my blood was rushing to other areas, I decided to play mad doctor later and focus on the task in front of me.
A minty flavor met my taste buds, along with what I could only imagine being the taste of Max’s favorite cereal. I ran my tongue along her own, soft and still. Little more than a limp cushion on the bottom of her mouth. I played with it never the less, licking at the small appendage.
My hands, meanwhile, were stirring at my sides.
Cradling her jaw on each side, my right hand followed the natural curve of her body until it rested on her shoulder. From there, it moved back and forth, stroking her small frame until the top of her bra could be felt through her shirt.
Eyes still focuses on an invisible object, the only thing that had really changed was her mouth which now hung open. Around her lips, I could see the spit that had spilled over. My own couldn’t be much better. I made a mental note to clean her up a bit before retreating back to my own class room.
My hand moved lower, creeping over the top of her bra. I stayed strangely quite keeping my eyes locked on Max’s frozen face, as though she might wake up at any second.
When my hand covered the full of her breast, I’m pretty sure I shuttered. This was just surreal, you know? Guys like me, we’re luck to kiss a girl. I never even dreamed about getting this far with Max. Okay, that’s a lie. I’d dreamed about it a lot. But that just made this even more incredible.
I stood up, doing my best not to wince at the noticeable erection tenting the front of my jeans. Instead I made myself busy with Max, carefully grabbing the edges of her hoodie and pulling it over her shoulders and down her back. It was easy to pull her arms free from the sleeves, and then up in the air. In this position, it was almost too easy to pull the pink shirt up off her small frame.
My hands itched as they pulled at the hem, pale, smooth skin becoming exposed with every inch. My heart was already beating in my ears, and when I reached her chest, I felt it stop.
Plain and worn, Max’s small breasts were covered in what looked to be an older bra. Its cups were thick and hugged her gentle curved wonderfully. I felt my pants start to stir at the sight. From there I was a simple matter of removing the rest, her short brown hair only getting slightly mussed from my actions.
I carefully folded he pink shirt before laying on the desk. What was left was an eighteen year old girl practically naked from the waist up. I couldn’t help but stare.
Flat or not, this was still the closest I’d ever gotten to seeing a real boob that wasn’t created from a sequence of zeroes and ones. One more obstacle and I was home free…
I wish I could say I had the dexterity to snap those hooks undone with one hand, that I’d had no problem at all. But that was not the case. Working around her body, my face was scrunched up in concentration.
This was bullshit. I can solve AP level trigonometry without breaking a sweat. But I can’t figure out how to work a bra? When the damn thing finally came undone, I wanted to hold it above my head like a trophy. While the real treasure remained below.
I was right in my early assumption about Max’s size, but she was beautiful nonetheless. Bulging out of her chest as small hills, the teenage girl’s boobs were like halves of an apple. They were extremely perky, her nipples sticking straight out. The nubs themselves were fairly small, with the areola coving a small proportion of her tip. Soft pink in color, I knew I’d never seen a more beautiful sight.
“Maximum hotness,” I grinned. I sounded like an idiot, but I couldn’t care less. I was looking at boobs.
Max continued to sit, oblivious to the show she was giving me. I could only imagine what she would think, knowing I’d seen her bare chest. Inadvertently, my eyes were drawn to the wash of freckles that lined her collar and shoulders. I guess I can finally answer the question of how far they go...
Arms still up in the air, Max had no way to stop me from reaching over to touch her chest. Fingers flat, they pushed against the soft mound of skin, rubbing back and forth over her soft nipple. The pink nub shifted under my attention, but otherwise remained unchanged. I could only guess whatever I did, Max wasn’t exactly capable of becoming aroused. At least, not like this.
It was a little disappointing. I was really looking forward to seeing her all hot and bothered. She was mega adorable when she blushed. Still, I was playing with a real life boob, so it was kinda hard to feel too sorry.
I played with max for a while, moving from one breast to the next with free rein, I wasn’t shy about what I did, playfully mushing them against her chest, or rubbing her nipples between my fingers. Unfortunately, while she might not be able to get turned on, I certainly wasn’t free from such needs. And I was just about ready to see how far I could take this.
I stared at Max, trying to consider my options. I knew by the end of the day I would see her naked. The prospect of this power was too much for me to resist, and I wasn’t even trying anymore. But before that, there was one thing I knew I wanted to try.
I undid the front of my pants.
Max was a total babe, no matter what assholes like Nathan or Zach liked to say. But even more than her body, I had to say my favorite thing about her was her mouth. Kissing her was already like a dream. But pulling myself from my pants and seeing my dick so near her face, a shiver ran up my spine.
I wasn’t completely unaware of how… questionable my actions might seem. Get super powers and the first thing I use it for is to fool around with one of my closest friends. I mean, what if whatever gave me this power still watching me? Judging me? Seeing how I used its gift.
“Then they probably shouldn’t have picked a teenage boy,” I rationalized. Okay, sure, yes, I was doing something I shouldn’t. But it’s not like I was hurting anyone! I just gotta put her back like I found her and boom! Like it never happened. Except for all the memories I’ll be walking away with
I quickly did my best to rearrange Max into a more receptive position. Thankfully, in this frozen world, things seemed much lighter.
Arms returned to her sides, she was still shirtless, her small pink nipples soft and jutting outward. Seated in her chair, I’d moved from her desk to face me. Like this she faced forward, eyes downcast and soft mouth left ajar. I moved forward, shuffling awkwardly with my dick in my hand. I gave one last nervous smile before reaching forward, and pulling her toward me.
She was small enough that she lined up almost perfectly. Angling myself as best I could, I pushed my tip toward her pursed lips, pausing only when I met the soft sensation pressed against me. A tingle arched up my spine, but I didn’t stop there, pushing my hips even further until I sank deeper into Max’s waiting mouth.
It was even better than I imagined. Warm and soft, Max’s mouth surrounded me on all sides. The bottom of my penis scrapped along her waiting tongue. Max swallowed the rest of my length, until only half of my six inches remained.
Her spit, in this frozen state was different than I anticipated. As stopped as the rest of reality, as soon as it became disturbed it seemed to return to its liquid state. Fascinating really. If I wasn’t getting my first real life blowjob, I might actually want to stop and study this. To understand what rules were at work. Although, if I was honest, by this point? This shit might as well be magic for all it know.
I moved slowly, cautiously. Mouth open wide, I couldn’t help but groan every time I moved my hips, feeling her lips drag along my shaft. Max’s big blue eyes were still as vacant as ever, but I couldn’t help but star into them. Watching her mouth move around me. This was indescribably better than anything I’d ever been able to do with my hand.
As more of her spit returned to its natural state, I could feel it coating my shaft. Soft, wet noises filled the otherwise silent void. I could feel my balls starting to tighten.
My hands resting on both sides of her head, keeping her in place while moved my hips. Unconsciously I pressed further than ever before, pressing my head against the back of her throat. My head naturally fell back, a building groan leaking past my lips.
Maybe it was because it was Max, or maybe it was because this was my first time that didn’t require Wi-Fi, but I could tell I wasn’t going to last long.
Progressively, I started moving my hips faster. Caught up in my eventual release. My hands naturally tightened around her head, pressing her face against my lower stomach as the bottom of my shaft bulged.
You know, for someone who was at Blackwell because of his intelligence, I sure was an idiot. So caught up in how good it felt, and the pleasure of my encroaching load, I failed to take a moment and think about where exactly I intended to put it.
I didn’t even realize my mistake until the first burst flew into Max’s open mouth. And by then it was too late to stop, a second following soon after and then a third. In my quick thinking, I figured this would be easier to contain that spewing all over her. The last thing I needed was her coming too, covered in questionable liquid.
I was entirely hunched over at the waist, hovering over the top of Max’s head. I was still for the most part, only occasionally thrusting into the photographer’s mouth. After what felt like an eternity, the stream of cum finally tapered off, allowing me to pull my softening member free.
I was panting like I’d run a mile.
All through my body I could feel he pleasant aftershocks that always accompanied a good release. I took a moment to catch my breath before seeing how my fair maiden was fairing.
Mouth stretched open, her expression was still calm as ever. In contrast the short bob of brown hair was entirely mussed from my grasping gingers, allowing tit to stand in all directions. This was only further complimented by the clear puddle of seman resting on the bottom of her mouth, a single creamy streand spilling over her chin.
I was more embarrassed than anything else. At least she would never know how quickly I’d gone off. Talk about a nightmare. In retrospect this really wasn’t too bad of a problem. Sure, it looked it. But worst case scenario, she notices a bad taste in her mouth… probably. Well, it’s not like I could do anything about it now. And rather than try, I had more exciting avenues to explore.
“Where no man has gone before,” an announcer like voice boomed into the silent class. I laughed. Good one warren.
Having already gone this far, I wasn’t about to quit now. Not while there was still some unchartered Maxine to explore. I eyed her plain blue jeans greedily.
I really had to be thankful for this whole, lighter thing. It made her so much easier to move around. At the moment I was pulling her out of her chair and onto her desk. The large table was more than big enough to accommodate. And the perfect height. Pushing her down, her back fell against the black surface with her legs dangling over edge. My hands rested on her thighs, marveling at what was about to happen.
I rubbed the material of her jeans, feeling the softness underneath. My attention trained on the button at the top. My hands shook faintly as I reached forward. Though my expression doesn’t show it, I was actually pretty nervous. My fingers brushed against the softness of her stomach, before finally pinching the metal bit through the fabric slot. Popping free, I was able to pull the fabric apart, to reveal the top of a pair of off pink panties.
“Whoa,” I marveled, I had to swallow down a sudden urge to giggle. This was insane! Smiling even wider, I wasted no time in pulling off her shoes and wresting the rest of her jeans down her thin legs. No small task mind you. No sir, before today I always held skinny jeans in the highest regard for my female companions. But actually getting them off turned out to be more trouble than their worth.
It took a lot doing, but eventually I was able to wrestle the clothing free. Unlike her other clothes, I simply chose to throw these to the ground. Happy to be rid of them. Left in only her panties, Max stared up at the ceiling even as I moved between her legs.
Spreading her knees, her thighs naturally parted to make room for me. I took the time to properly explore her body, my hands ghosting over every inch of her exposed skin.
Soft really didn’t do girls justice. I started with her thighs, no longer hidden away under a layer of fabric the skin was smooth and creamy. My finger seemed to sink in and absorb the gentle heat buried underneath. I traveled my fingers higher, around the hard nob her hips where I could admire her small waist. And it was small, just like the rest of her. Max really was this petit little thing. And I lived it.
I could feel her ribs roll under my fingertips. Eventually hard bone gave way to the softer tissue of her breasts. My fingers lingered here, trying to remember the supple texture. My thumbs rubbed against her nipples, tracing around the space where light pink blended into a pale and freckled tone.
She was beautiful. But most importantly, she was mine.
I pulled my hands back, just enough to tease the edge of her underwear. Pulling at the font, I was treated to a few wispy brown hairs peeking out to greet me. I finally moved to remove her last item of clothing, tugging at the fabric around her hips. They fell easily, dropping down her legs before settling around her right ankle. I was too mesmerized to remove it further.
Face up and legs open just enough, an even line split down her groin joining the space between her cheeks. The front, covered in fine, thin hairs was maintained but otherwise untouched by a razor. It covered the front of her mons, and seeped between her lips in a thin layer.
Her inner lips were small, almost indistinguishable in the crevice of her sex. Moving to open her legs further, I watched the gash open like a flower. Just like her nipples the feminine flaps were a soft pink. Innocent, virginal.
In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder how Max would react, knowing how much of her body I’ve been able to see. Even more than herself probably. A shy girl like herself would probably feint at the prospect. I ran my fingers through her dark brown pubs, enjoying the way they felt.
It was about time I seriously considers how I was going to continue. Hard as I was, there was no doubt of my willingness to continue, losing my virginity and taking my friend’s with it. The only thing I had to consider was if this ability of mine would allow it. The scientist that I am, I was more the prepared to find out.
Bad as this was, I wasn’t about to come all this way just to jerk off. I knew my friend probably wouldn’t be happy if she ever found out, quite the understatement. But that was probably true of everything I’d done today. In for a penny, am I right? Honestly, I was just too excited to feel any kind of remorse.
I walked around the room checking a few of the girl’s bags. It wasn’t until I reached Victoria that I found what I was looking for, not that I had any doubt I would find it. Girl’s loved to carry around this lotion stuff.
Physically, everyone’s bodies seemed perfectly capable of being moved. That wasn’t the issue. Lubricant on the other hand was a much more pressing issue. One I intended to solve through Victoria’s generous donation.
It looked fancy, of course, boasting such things as, “all natural.” And “will leave your skin softer than ever.” All I cared was that it was water based, and therefore safe for me to use on Max. I made sure to give Victoria a pat on the head as thanks. She continued to stare ahead, dressed in her overly expensive cardigan and skirt. I found my eyes lingering on her long, pantyhose covered leg arched over her knee but shook myself out of it. One thing at a time…
Squeezing the lotion onto my hand, I moved it around until it lost its solid state. Slippery, my fingers wiggled around before moving touch between Max’s open legs. I cupped her sex gleefully, marveling at how her lips were so soft and malleable. My digits sank between its crack with ease, deftly searching for the opening at the bottom of her cleft.
She was tight. Even around just one of my fingers, I could feel her body resist the intrusion, her soft walls straining around me. Even with the lotion, I had to struggle to find myself inside, wiggling my finger until it finally sank in to the second knuckle. I let it rest there for a moment, marveling over how it felt to be inside of a girl for the first time.
Soft, just like the rest of her. And warm. The lotion made the smooth skin even more so and it was way cool feeling it move against my finger. Testing a few small motions, I pulled my finger back enough to push it back in, even deeper this time. The lips surrounding her opening dimpled inward, clinging to my finger as it speared deeper into her prone form.
This was a good sign. It made sense that if my finger could fit itself inside, other, larger objects could as well.
I wanted to get as much of the slick gel inside of her as I could, sinking my finger deeper until it couldn’t move any further. The pressure around me was crushing, making it hard to move in any direction. After a few minutes of trying, I felt the firm softness slowly loosen around me, enough for me to push and pull freely from her insides.
As soon as I was able I added a second finger, adding even more hand cream. And I had to admit, Victoria had some good taste. My hands really did feel softer.
As much fun as this was, I was getting impatient. I can’t begin to describe how long I’ve been waiting for this moment. Probably since I first laid eyes on her. And rather than wait any longer, I moved to pore a generous amount of lotion into my hands and spread it around my crotch. My already hard member was more than pleased with the attention, growing that much more firm in my hands.
My mouth went dry and I angled myself towards Max’s groin. Glancing up, I balanced myself against her thigh while I stared at her face.
I knew, in Max’s mind, she was still just sitting in class. Counting the minutes until bell rang and she was free. She had no idea what I was doing, or was about to, or even had already done. And as totally not cool as it was, I couldn’t help but think how that made me even harder.
My blunt tip pressed against her lips, slick with coconut scented lubricant. They naturally fell apart to make room for my invading member, clinging to me as more of my length pushed into her body. I eventually rediscovered the hole of her opening and braced myself against this point. But even with the weight of my hips, the tight ring of muscle resisted my attempts, remaining stubbornly tight.
I struggled, repositioning myself a handful of time to find better leverage. I wasn’t the thickest guy in the world but it was enough to give me problems. Pinching my expression, I leaned forcefully against her crotch, my penis bending in the effort. But like a rubber band snapping, the barrier keeping me from entering Max’s crotch snapped allowing the swollen tip of my head to sink inside. The effect was immediate. Gasping I could already feel myself throb with approval.
Glancing down, it was a strange sight to see my penis actually inside of such a small opening. All around the entrance, her inner lips caved toward her opening and around my shaft as they were dragged along with me. I tentatively pushed myself even further, and my shaft followed without issue, disappearing into her body. Thankfully, the lube did its job, easing the entry point considerably.
Constant pressure sank me deeper and deeper, until I found myself buried as deep as I could go. My slower stomach rested between her legs, feeling the whisper hairs tickle. I took a moment to breath, relief flowing through me. Enough for me to lean over, pressing my front to max’s and feel her skin against my own.
Again, I started slow. Hardly moving my hips, I pushed in and out, no more than an inch at a time. Even like this my jaw was dropped, openly panting as I felt Max’s body accept mine. My hands roamed her body, squeezing and rubbing whatever got my attention. And all the while I stared into her eyes, remembering the girl I fell for that day just a few weeks ago.
She wasn’t like them, the other ones. The kind that liked to laugh and tease me because I couldn’t throw a football a hundred yards. She was quite, and sweet, and unapologetically adorkable. The kind of girl guys like me dream about.
Once I felt her loosen up some more, I allowed myself to pick up speed. If I thought she felt good around my finger, this was way beyond what I had been expecting
Soft, muscles wrapped around me. I could feel her all the way from my base to my tip. And the deeper I went, the narrower her channel seemed to shrink. Every time my stomach settled against her own, my groin erupted in a rush of tingling pleasure, centered around my balls. A shuttering breath left me, before I moved to kiss her shoulder.
Collar, neck, jaw; rocking against her crotch my lips roamed all over, greedily nibbling at whatever stretch of pale skin they could find. My hand, meanwhile, made its home on her breast, testing and groping the small mound and pinching its tip. Eventually, my pace grew to a point that I was actively slapping against her.
The more heated I became, the more aggressive I found myself handling her frozen form. I tried to keep her in place, holding her by her hips but my thrust were hectic and I found myself needing to pull her back more than once. Eventually, I had to move to her knee, wrenching it upwards. Like this her legs were spread even more than before.
I knew what came next. My breathing was labored, my vision blurring, I could feel the tell-tale throb in the base of my shaft. But rather than pull out, like I knew I should, when the final twitch came, I buried myself even deeper. Four more long bursts of pleasure firing from my tip and into one of my closest friends.
I wasn’t thinking. Over ridden by primal instincts, I did only what nature demanded and gave into the pleasure. Humans, at our core, are still very much the animals we evolved from. As much as we love to lord our higher intelligence, we give into our baser instincts every day. Wither that be eating that extra fry you know you shouldn’t have, or forgetting to pull out when you’re about to bust a nut. Instinct rules us all.
At least that’s how I convinced myself.
I shook over her, my entire body quaking as I felt the pressure in my balls spill out of my tip. Max, of course, said nothing during all of this, helplessly frozen in a demotion she couldn’t even understand. I pump myself inside of her a few more times, before coming to a stop. It was only after I was finished, out of breath, and one hundred percent spent that I began to comprehend what I’d done.
“Ahhh…” Backing away, I didn’t even bother tucking myself back into my pants as I stared between Max’s legs. Unable to close on its own her opening remained strained open. Along with a good amount of white goo oozing onto the dark wood table and then even further to the floor.
This was bad. In fact, I don’t think I can even comprehend a situation in which this could get any worse. What the hell was I thinking?!
Getting closer, I stared between her legs and pushed my finger inside of her. I tried to pull it out of her, but as much as came out, I could only imagine how much was still inside. This wasn’t your average Tuesday afternoon jerk. This was my first time having sex with the girl of my dreams. My balls were till aching…
Let’s forget about getting caught for a moment. As far as I know Max wasn’t on any kind of birth control. And I’d just unloaded a whole swarm of tiny, egg seeking missiles. Something I doubted Max would appreciate, if anything that that I did today.
“Maybe it’ll be okay?” I swallowed nervously. “Maaaaaaybe, maybe this time thing kills sperm! It’s gotta be some kind of hostile environment after all. Yea, sure!” This wasn’t the end of the world.
As sick as I still felt, there honesty wasn’t much I could do in this situation. Other than wait and see that is. And maybe experiment with this power a little bit. A little understanding goes a long way. And I was just the scientist to figure this whole mess out. But before I could get started, I had a little mess I needed to clean up.
If I thought taking jeans off was difficult, it was nothing compared to getting them back on. “How the heck do girls do this?” I asked out loud, struggling to redress the girl I had so easily stripped.
Cleaning up Max Caulfield was not a simple task. I did the best I could, bodily fluid wise. At the very least she wasn’t leaking any more but there wasn’t much I could do about the wad in her mouth, or the amount that still rested in the pit of her stomach.
Clothes were a pain, obviously, but soon enough her panties and jeans were back around her legs. In comparison her shirt and hoodie were a breeze. The bra tripped me up for a bit, but soon enough that too was in place leaving me to reposition and restage the room exactly how I left it.
This was actually a lot of work for sex…but when I was finished I was able to take a step back sigh in relief.
She looked alright. Head down and pencil in hand, I’d done everything I could to put her back like I left her, so that she had no reason to question a thing when time started. Whether that came to fruition or not… well only time would tell.
“Okay Warren,” I talked myself up as I left the room. “Everything is okay.” And you know what? I actually believed it.
----------------Max-----------------
Something’s not okay…
Sitting in Mr. Vallus’ class, I was just writing about my day in my journal, like usual. Not that the older man wasn’t a good teacher, or didn’t understand photography. He just wasn’t Mark Jefferson. About ninety percent of the reason I even came back to Arcadia. Although, that isn’t really the issue at the moment.
I don’t know when it happened. A wave of vertigo nearly sent me to the floor. Like my entire world was being twisted and turned. It was over in an instant, almost too fast for me to believe it even happened. But afterword I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed.
There on my skin, a ghost of a sensation, it was like a feather being lightly drawn against my shoulders and hair. Hardly there, but when I focused it was impossible not to feel. With a startling realization, I found I could feel something on my mouth. And then in my mouth. Soft and strange, but also familiar.
A virgin I might still be, but I wasn’t so innocent to have gotten this far in life without a few make out sessions. And inside of my mouth I could swear I could feel someone else’s tongue moving and pushing deeply into my mouth.
And my stomach! I made a face, grimacing as I held a hand between my legs. The worst of the pain originating there, it followed up my pelvis and into my body. It felt someone punched me softly in the gut about a hundred times. From the inside.
I tried to make it go away, careful not to draw any attention. But the more I rubbed my stomach, the more I could feel something. Something inside of me. A strange… warmth that was slowly seeping lower. Where it was going, I tried not to acknowledge. Though I had my ideas…
Opening my mouth to groan, my expression curdled, immediately becoming aware of something else in my mouth. Something tangible. Whatever it was, it sat on my tongue like glue. Tasting like salt and… chemicals? Honestly I couldn’t say. But it was easily the most disgusted I had ever been.
“Max?” Mr. Vallus called my name. Apparently, I hadn’t been hiding my condition nearly as well as I’d assumed. I flinched involuntarily, trying not to blush when I realized the room’s eyes were all on me. Dog, talk about timing.
“Is everything alright, Max? You don’t look well. Do you need to see the nurse?”
I didn’t say anything, mostly too afraid to open my mouth. Instead I glanced at the clock, grateful to see there was only another five minutes of class. Going to the nurse would just cause a scene. When what I really needed was the bathroom. At least there I could be alone and see what on earth had happened.
He was waiting for me to answer.
“M-No. No I’m fine.” I talked around my hand, trying not to make it obvious there was something in my mouth. Mr. Villus didn’t look convinced however, and continued to stare. “Really, I’m fine.” I tried to insist. But wowzers did it suck to talk. Every word made me move my tongue and taste even more of whatever had fallen in. “Please, keep… keep…” ugh! I couldn’t take it! Even though I wanted nothing more than to do the exact opposite, it was impossible without making a scene. So with no other options, I finally just tilted my head back and swallowed.
“P-Please, keep teaching.” Again, Mr. Villus didn’t look convinced. But he thankfully dropped the issue. Soon everyone turned back to face the class leaving me to deal with this problem.
Gross gross gross gross gross!
If this was a cartoon, my face would be neon green with how badly I wanted to hurl chunks. I mean what if it was poison? I grabbed my stomach worryingly.
As if all of this wasn’t bad enough, the feather light touches were starting to move. Move to… stranger places. Horribly, I was helpless to stop the sudden onslaught of sensation. Forcing feelings that were both strange, and familiar. And usually reserved for when I was alone in the shower or allowed myself to stare at Victoria for any length of time. But randomly? And in the middle of class no less? My cheeks might not be green, but I was pretty sure they were turning a shade of red.
And it wasn’t just down ‘there’ either. Nervously, I moved to cross my arms of over my chest, trying to make sense of why my boobs decided to go crazy on top of everything else. Normally nonexistent, right now I could feel a warm tingle, subtle but growing. And even worse, I could feel my nipples starting to stand on end. I immediately moved to zip up my hoodie, eyes scanning the room.
Time, for once, seemed to be on my side. I don’t ever think the sound of the bell was ever more beautiful…
I waited for the other students to get up and leave. The last thing I needed was my entire class to see me run out of the room. This proved to be a mistake.
“Max?” a soft, and gentle voice asked. “Is everything okay?”
Kate Marsh, a soft-spoken religious girl who I’d gotten to know in the past weeks approached my desk from her own. For the first time since knowing her, I cursed her good natured kindness.
“Hey, Kate,” I tried to put aside my fear and confusion to put on a convincing smile. Apparently, I can cross actress off my long list of shit I can’t do, because if anything Kate’s expression worsened.
“I’m fine,” I tried to tell her. But she only moved closer, even putting her hand on my shoulder. That was obviously the last thing needed. God actually help me if I’m aroused and in contact with Kate Marsh…
“Really,” I breathed. In my head I tried to come up with some kind of excuse. Finally, as embarrassing as it was, I just fell back an oldie-but-goodie. “It’s just… cramps.” And wouldn’t you know, at the mere mention of mentation and Kate’s expression blossomed to understanding. If not outright embarrassment.
As if things weren’t bad enough, I could feel the sensations starting to move downward. This time it didn’t even do me the courtesy of abandoning my breasts. The warm tingling just spreading over my stomach and into my panties. Horrified, I could distinctly feel it spread over my vagina, drawing up and down the different folds.
“D-Do you need anything?” she finally asked, even going so far as to reach for her purse. Wow, she really was the sweetest thing.
“I’m good,” I shook my head. Just about the only thing that would make this more awkward was Kate handing my sanitary napkins. “Just need the bathroom, so…” I didn’t even bother waiting this time, moving from my chair to stand and collect my things. And what a difference that made.
The aforementioned pool of warmth in stomach shifted as soon as I stood up gravity took its hold. I could feel it start to trickle downward. The expression on my face must have been horrible, but I didn’t wait for Kate’s permission.
I ran into the hall, sore, confused, and even a little aroused. For the life of me I couldn’t imagine what had happened cause this, but at the moment I was too focused on just getting to the bathroom to think clearly.
In my rush, like the total spaz I am, I forgot to look where I was going and proceeded to crash into the soft, solid body of another person. We both just manage to keep from falling to the floor.
“Whoa, they call her The Flash! What’s got you in such a hurry?” I was still rubbing my head when I looked up to see the familiar face of Warren. Without really thinking I could feel my face pinch in irritation. Great, this was the last thing I needed.
“H-Hey, Warren, what’s up?” I made the effort to seem polite. Even if I was swearing internally. I didn’t hate Warren, really. But how many signals could one girl drop before someone gets that they just aren’t interested? I mean, wow. I know I’m not running through the halls with a rainbow flag or anything, but I thought by now he’d least start to understand my preferences. But nope, here he is.
“Awe, you know me. All good as long as I’m with my best bud.” I had to tolerate a small punch to my shoulder. My already strained smile became even more so. “How bout you? Looks like you have somewhere to be.” ‘Then why the fuck are you still talking?’ I wanted to scream.
“Yea just ah, bathroom. You know.” He was the last person I needed to have learning about this weirdness. Best case scenario, he’ll want to get involved. Try and figure it out. Worst case, he’ll just get... ugh, horny. Gross.
“Oh?” he asked. And for a second I could swear something like fear crossed his face. “F-Feeling okay?” I thought about questioning further, but at that moment I could feel the warm substance seep into my underwear. It was, without a doubt, the most disturbing sensation I’d had to date.
“No!” I shouted, my cheeks burning while I tried to hide my own fidgeting. He jumped back, no doubted weirded out by my freakish behavior. And sheesh, who could blame him? Weirdo much? Rather than keep thinking about it, I just crossed my arms, ignoring my still pointed nipples. Seriously?! What the fudge is goin’ on?
“S-Sorry. For shouting I mean. I just, I’m fine. Bad tacos in the cafeteria. S-So if you’ll excuse me…” it was beyond humiliating, but at the moment I seriously couldn’t care less. Let him think about that, rather than the truth. Now I just needed to find out what that was.
I moved to walk past Warren, half expecting him to try and stop me. But he didn’t. Surprised, I didn’t have the time to wonder why he suddenly decided to be less difficult and just said my blessing.
I burst into the bathroom like the building was on fire. Without even bothering to check and see if the room was empty, I quickly found myself inside a stall. Relieved to be alone, any good feeling I might have had were ruined by the feeling of the crotch of my underwear actually sticking to my lips.
I locked the stall.
Whether the feeling was, it’s getting stronger. Or maybe it just felt that way because it was in a more sensitive area, I don’t know. But unbuckling my jean and pulling them down my thighs, I could almost swear there was something moving around in my underwear. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you see it, when I sat on the toilet and looked between my legs there was nothing to be found.
Staring right between my legs my breath hitched at the feeling of something brushing against my clit. It would have been kind of awesome, if it wasn’t so utterly terrifying. My body on the other hand wasn’t quite as able to make the difference, and my vagina throbbed with newfound arousal as a result.
Flushing a bright red, blood flowed into my crotch causing certain things to swell and beam. From my position, I couldn’t actually see much. So, rather nervously, I watched between my legs to touch the afflicted area.
My fingers touched something wet. Searching for the small hole of my opening, I was shocked to find something thick and mucus like streaming onto my lips. I tried to scoop some up before pulling it back and seeing what had suddenly appeared in my body.
Rather than the slick, clear fluid my body normally produced, I found something thick and white. For a startling moment, I completely forgot the growing state of my own arousal in the fear that something was actually wrong with me.
Was I sick? Was this normal? Unfortunately I’d yet to find a new Gynecologist since returning to Arcadia Bay so there were few I could ask.
Further contemplating what this could mean, once again something began to change. Sticking to just the surface of my folds, the growing sensations on my crotch took a turn, centering on my opening before seeping inside. Shivers ran up my spine at the sheer invasion I was feeling. If I wasn’t looking directly at where this was happening, I would swear something was actually flowing inside of me. As it were, I had to brace myself against the stall walls just too keep from panicking.
Even my legs clenched together offered little to no obstacle for the mystic forced. I could only imaging this is what how it felt to be molested by a ghost. Which I hopped was not the case. My crush on Casper ended when I was twelve, thank you very much.
It continued inward, much to my distress. Farther and farther into my body, I could feel it spread, rubbing along my walls in the way only my fingers had ever trespassed. But this was not a finger, or if it was it was a long one. It managed to reach much farther than I’d been able.
Stimulating in the worst of ways, I found my body responding to the attention without my permission. Very quickly I found my clenched thighs shifting against each other, only adding to the alien sensations. A thin layer of sweat build on my skin, I could feel the air in my hoodie cook, forcing me to unzip.
Under my shirt, my nipples were still rock hard. All my moving and squirming only seemed to add to the torture, rubbing them against the faded cotton on my bra. Fingers and toes curly, a small shockwave of pleasure built and crested. I could hear my own breathing pick up.
This was so fucked up. When the hell did I go from sick to my stomach, to… this? I didn’t need to reach between my legs to know my lips were wet with more than just that white goo. Not to mention swollen.
I tried to resist it, to ignore the light touches scraping along my insides. But the worst part was how they didn’t ever stop. Just relentless stimulation while I was helpless to do anything about it. Surly this was not normal. I wouldn’t get the chance to dwell on such thought for long.
Whether it was because it knew how worked up I’d gotten, or because it was finally about to be over, I could feel the sensations in my stomach start to increase. What I could only describe as movement, I could actually feel it pushing in and out of my body. Very much the same as it would if I were actually having sex.
Officially freaked out of my mind, there was literally nothing I could do to even take a moment and think. There was nothing there, nothing to grab or see or stop. It just continued, relentless, and I could feel the familiar tightness in my belly start to reach its peak.
I was not about to cum in my high school’s bathroom. Unfortunately, my body seemed to have other plans.
“Principal Wells. Ah, a brick wall. Chloe’s closet…” Mumbling to myself, I tried to focus on things that would negate the terrifying effects. But even this wasn’t enough. And fairly soon, the pressure building inside of my snapped.
Openly panting by this point, I hunched over on the toilet seat, a small groan making it past my clenched lips. Eye lids fluttering, I could feel the full release of an orgasm flood my body with warm, happy sensations. And I’d never hated it so much. Holding on as best I could, I could even hear the wets splash of my accumulated juices run out of me and into the toilet water below.
After such a slow build up, the release was equally powerful. It lasted longer than I’s ever been able to achieve on my own, and I was helpless but to ride it out until it was over. Holding my breath only seemed to increase the effect. Meaning, when it finally did end, it was all I could do to gasp a lungful of fresh, new air.
The aftershocks rocked through my body. Slumped against the stall wall, I was a boneless lump. Usually present, all I could think was how helpless and even more vulnerable I was in this state
There little I could do but to wait. So I did. Anxious for the tingling and tiny fingers to return, I waited for what must have been five minutes before I released I didn’t feel anything.
Biting my lip, I dared to sit up straight less the attack return. But everything remained calm. Other than the lingering electricity of my own arousal, I couldn’t feel anything out of the ordinary. I felt like slumping over in relief.
I was still confused. So much that I curiously felt like checking myself into the nearest mental hospital. But rather than think and panic over all this anymore, I was more than ready to forget it ever happened and write it off as yet another humiliating moment in my life. The best thing I can do now is forget it ever happened.
I sighed, getting ready to clean myself up bit with toilet paper. That’s when I heard a noise.
SQUEAK
The unmistakable sound of a shoe, I was horrified to find it came from the stall right next to mine. It was just then I realized I’d never stopped to see if I was, in fact, alone. That only made my very obvious, very vocal orgasms that much worse. My face erupted into a bright red
“Hello,” I called out. Face stretched into a mask of fear, I waited for the laughing or mockery. But it never came. This only made me even more nervous. Which I didn’t think was possible. Dirven by fear, I quickly stood on my unsteady legs and pulled my pants back into place. The goo and my own cum still caking my privates, a shudder shook my shoulders. It was not a comfortable decision.
“W-Who’s there?” I demanded a second time. My voice just a bit more firm. I held my breath, waiting for any sign of whoever was hiding on the other side. But even after a full minute I couldn’t hear a thing.
Chewing my lip, I looked at the locked stall door contemplating the option of just running away. After all, did I really want to see the girl that just had to listen to my get my rocks off? Did I really want her to see me? Of course not. But the fear that it was somebody I knew, somebody that had recognized me stayed my shaky legs. The last thing I needed to worry about was being suspicious of my own friends. Better I find out now that worry about it.
The sensation of my wet underwear moving against my crotch was as uncomfortable as anyone would expect. Working through it, I carefully stepped onto the toilet lid and prepared to peer over the separator. I stole a moment to reassure my shaking nerves.
“Okay Max, think positive. Best case scenario, Chloe or Rachel. Embarrassing and I’ll hear about it for the next rest of my life, but manageable. Of course that means there’s a worst case. In which this would be Victoria with a recorder. In which case… Yea. That would be bad. Might have be moving back to Seattle.”
Unable to postpone it any longer, I finally pulled myself over the bathroom wall. Only to find… nothing.
I blinked once, twice, and then a third time. I would have heard the stall door open if someone had tried to leave. But I was sure I’d heard someone in this stall. Finally, the stress, the emotions and the anxiety that had been building ever since Mr. Vallus’ class came to a head, flooding me with the impossible urge to just go to my dorm and hug Captain until everything else went away.
And, maybe see about the nearest mental hospital…
--------Warren--------
Freezing time, I was still wincing at my slip up. Stupid shoe!
Following Max into the bathroom probably wasn’t the smartest idea. But I had to make sure she was alright! Pervert I may be, but the last thing I wanted was find out she got hurt. She was acting so nervous in the hall. But boy did I take it the wrong way.
Hearing her gasp and moan, my cheeks were practically splitting under my smile. Apparently, after time starts, whatever I do to people eventually catches up with them. The news surprised me, but was also exciting. If Max’s reaction was anything to go by, the effects were powerful. And it only seemed to open my mind up for other possibilities.
Of course, that’s when my foot slipped, squeaking against the toilet lid. My powers made escaping a fairly simple matter, though I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep it up. A wave of dizziness interrupted my thoughts, only confirming my fears. Great as my powers were, they didn’t come without a cost.
It seemed my early predictions were true. The longer I freeze time, the worse the headache and nosebleeds will be when I finally let it go. After my episode with Max, the pain had been sharp, but manageable. Receding after a few minutes, there had only been a bit of blood.
Even now, I could feel the pressure that came with using my powers turn from uncomfortable to pain. But this was the first time I ever remember it happening while time was still frozen. And it wasn’t getting any better.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I stumbled into the open area of the school’s hallway. Students streaming out of their classrooms filled the open space, immobile as they were. The end of the day, everyone was excited to enjoy the rest of the day. Completely unware of the cosmic powers walking amongst them.
Releasing a small hiss, I gripped my head, slowly sliding to the ground. The world seemed to be shifting around me, changing in ways that were both confusing, and frightening. Out in the halls I could see people and lockers flickering back and forth. Like layered images fazing through each other.
And a voice!
Multiple voices in fact. Starting as a small tickle in the back of my mind, soon they grew to fill my head. All saying words I couldn’t understand in a sharp whispered tone. A flash stole my vision.
I panicked at first, worried that these powers had actually done some kind of damage to my brain. But I was too busy dealing with the alien parasite eating its way through my frontal lobe to worry about that too much.
Another series of flashes continued before the white film over my eyes finally cleared. What I woke up to wasn’t what I had been expecting.
When I came too, I was standing. Jarring, but not the thing that was most out of place.
Fresh air filled my lungs. The sun was on my face, and I could feel a soft breeze trickle through my short brown hair.
I was outside, but still at the school. Standing in the courtyard, I staggered around trying to regain my bearings. It was only after my brain stopped throbbing that I realized this situation seemed familiar. And finally, I recognized it as the same scene in my dream that had happened before I got my powers.
In the wake of discovering my abilities, something as simple as a dream I’d had in class seemed unimportant. But now here, brought back to the same exact place, I couldn’t help but feel there may have been more to it than I’d originally assumed.
I blinked, feeling the muddled memories start to resurface. It was still fuzzy, but hadn’t there been some kind of… crowd?
And there it was. As soon as the memory came back, I turned around to see a small gathering of people surrounding what looked to be a news van. Principle Lewis included. Without thinking, I moved to get a closer look.
“-ssure you that an investigation is underway to get to the bottom of this.” The older, dark skinned man swore. Despite his words, his expression was anything but resolute. He seemed like a bundle of nerves and anxiety. A woman was stood next to him holding a microphone. While another man filmed them both.
The rest of the people seemed to either be school staff, or otherwise simple onlookers curious about what was going on. I blended in with no problem.
“Is it true that connections can be made to your school’s notorious Vortex Club? The Prescott family has refused comment despite their son’s prominent influence in and outside of these halls.” A pretty woman with bright red lipstick, she was pretty obviously a reporter. Whatever was going on, her questions only seemed to fluster the principle even more.
“I assure you the Prescott’s are a beloved part of our community, and has nothing to do with this travesty. Any connection the public attempts to place on them is nothing more than slander.” The response was so quick, robotic. He might as well have been holding his script. I watched all this going on with a shocked expression. What on earth was going on?
Scratching my head, the sight of a newspaper tucked under the arm of another man in the crowd caught my attention. Both nervous and curious, I reached out to tap the man on the shoulder and politely asked to borrow it. Eager to turn back to the interview, he pushed it into my arms without a second thought. Maybe now I could get some answers.
Miraculous Conception Sweeps Throughout Blackwell! The title read. Shocked, I stared at the section of news searching for what it could mean.
Citizens of Arcadia Bay, the shocking events of mysterious pregnancy continues as three more girls step forward, claiming to have become pregnant under impossible happenings. While we are unable to disclose names due to the privacy, our sources confirm that they are all in fact with child. One even as far as three months along.
Even more names to add to the ever growing list, local police remain baffled as to who or what could be the cause of such a surge of unplanned motherhood. Though fowl play has not been counted out.
A prime suspect remains to point towards a local party scene hosted by the school’s own facility and staff. Dubbed, the “Vortex Club,” dubious activity has been suspected by many even before theses startling events. Word of drugs, underage drinking, and questionable sexual activity persists despite Lewis Wells’, the principle of Blackwell Academy, claim’s that no such action has ever taken place.
Many have turned to another student for answers, none other than Nathen Prescott. Youngest son of the prestigious Prescott family and the one put into power to oversee all things that concern the notorious parties. Still unable to receive a statement from neither him, nor his father, we are left with only speculation as to his involvement in this almost supernatural state of affairs.
Could these young women truly be experiencing conception of the miraculous nature? Or is the answer much more mundane, a nefarious predator somehow able to attack these girls without their knowledge? You’ll hear it from here first. Don’t forget to pick up tomorrow’s issue where we will have an exclusive interview with the principal of Blackwell himself.
I lowered the page with shock written on my features. How was this possible? What was I seeing? Thinking that I might find an explanation of some kind, I searched the rest of the paper looking for anything I missed.
Eyes rising to the top of the page, my heart skipped a beat. And then proceeded to pick up in pace three times its normal page. The newspaper was dated April 17^th, six months from the day I’d woken up to this morning.
I was in the future…
I wasn’t sure what I should focus on. The article I’d just read or the fact that I was a living breathing time traveler.
Eat your goddamn heart out Hawking.
Reveling in this fact, the sudden and sharp sound of a microphone’s feedback tore through the courtyard. I looked back at the interview just in time see Principle Wells scowling face as he tore his microphone from his lapel.
“That’s enough questioning, I’ve given you an interview so leave these grounds like we agreed,” he bit out. “And if I find that you’ve continued your harassment of any of my students again, expect the police to get involved.” With a small amount of anger he barreled past the television crew and into the throng of onlookers.
I just happened to be in his path, earning a nose flare and glare.
“Mr. Graham,” he barked, his temper rising by the minute. “School is closed indefinably for the investigation, you are aware of this. Please remove yourself from the property and return to your dorm. Thank you.” He didn’t waste any more time barreling past me and off to his office. I didn’t need a second encounter to recognize the smell of alcohol on his breath. And I could only imagine he would now be off to finish the bottle.
“You heard it here folks,” the reporter announce. On her own, she faced the camera with her best smile. “The sudden flood of unexplained pregnancies continues to confuse and perplex local and government authority. Could this simply be a case of teenagers ruled by their hormones? Or are the suspicions concerning the local Vortex club and young women being preyed upon, true? Stay tuned while we continue this discussion back at the station. Channel 7 news will continue to keep you up to date on all things circle this strange happenstance.”
My head was swimming, and I couldn’t even imagine what this all meant. It took me more than a moment to realize my sudden lightheadedness was less due to stress, and more caused by the familiar pressure of my powers once again making themselves knows. I was helpless to stop the sudden swell of pain lancing my brain and activating on its own accord.
Dizzy and in pain, my open eyes dimmed until I was staring at a wall of white. The flash continued, masking the shapes of people around me until the image changed. Back to the familiar sight of the hallway. I couldn’t be sure yet but it seemed whatever had taken me to that point in time was bringing me back.
The series of bright lights continued until I was finally stopping, my center of gravity shifting all over again to put me back on my ass.
On the floor, my back was splayed against the wall of lockers. I could feel the cold metal dig into me, and I struggled to clearly make sense of where I was. Surrounded by a crowd of curious students, the overwhelming presents of people only served to make matters worse. Eventually I was able to make out the familiar face Principle Wells looming above me.
“Mr. Graham?” I looked up to see the principle, the same man I had just seen six months from now, A worried expression on his face. “You seem to have had an episode. The school nurse is on her way so try and remain still.” He then continued to ask me a few questions about what had happened, but I was already tuning him out.
As much as I could feel my brain leaking out my ears, it didn’t distract from the momentous occasion. I’d just time traveled… every science nerd’s wish, and I’ve done it. It seemed like a dream. But everything was too real to be anything but.
I was still trying to make sense of what I’d seen. The news crew. The newspaper. It was fuzzy, but I was confident I wouldn’t forget this time. No, I doubted I would forget this moment even when I’m old and wrinkled. Resting my head back, the sound of hurried footsteps urged me to turn to my right.
I could see the school nurse hurrying around the corner. Soon after I could feel a light being shined in my eyes. I gave a halfhearted attempt to follow whatever she said, but I was way too distracted.
Could I do it again? Could I go back in time as well? What had taken me to that exact moment? So many questions, the true struggle of a scientist. But of course, they would just have to wait for another time. Right now I planned to just let the nurse do her thing and get some well-deserved sleep.
Tomorrow was another day. And besides, it’s not like I didn’t have the time.
A/N: Thoughts? Questions? Nonsensical babble about a homeless man from Alabama? Well I want to hear it all, right there in the comment box. Be a dear and leave me something lovely?
All kidding aside, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Obviously there will be some dark themes and Warren embraces his new powers and fulfils his duty to spread his superior genes.
Next Chapter: Blue Haired Lesbian Goodness: Warren comes to terms with his vision of the future, embracing what he believes to be his right and responsibility. Meanwhile, Max struggles to cope with the repeated visits of a certain brown haired nerd. At her wits end, her friend join together in the hope to cheer her up. Completely unaware of dangers hanging around the freckled photographer.
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