My name is Jackson Roberts and I am a mutant. Oh, I don't have an adamantium skeleton or grow nine feet tall and turn green. I'm a very normal 30ish guy; medium height, thick muscular build. I have short brown hair and a neatly trimmed goatee.
It would be more colorful if I could tell you that I was bathed in gamma radiation, or bitten by a bio-engineered spider. Heck, even my mother doing lots of illicit drugs during pregnancy would be something of a story. The truth is I don't know why I'm a mutant, but my theory is that I'm an example of the next stage of human evolution. Given a few more generations there may be more like me.
By now you may ask what makes me a mutant? Well have you ever tried listening to a very weak radio station while another station keeps bleeding in on the signal? My emotions, thoughts, and feelings can bleed over like that onto anyone near me mixing with their own. If I touch that person, or look in their eyes – well now I'm the program director. I can insinuate whatever thoughts and attitudes I want seamlessly with the persons own psyche.
Now a more ambitious mutant would surely find a way to rule the world with this gift. Make the president your personal sock puppet for example. I've read comic books though. There's a lot of work involved in being a supervillain, because once you're at the top you have to compete to stay there against do-gooders and other super villains. I'm more your laid-back slacker villain. I live comfortably and use the minimum of manipulation to keep from working for a living. (A few local professionals send me large checks every month sure that it's premiums for a life insurance policy)
Of course where I am the most villainous is using my powers for sexual gratification. Usually It's very subtle and harmless, I just meet a girl at a club or wherever and I let my own arousal "bleed over". The girl in question is then just as turned on as I am and everything goes on smooth.
A few days ago however I made more than the usual use and it's an interesting story.
I was filling up at the gas station when a very attractive blonde woman got out of the van in front of me and began pumping gas.
She was probably in her early twenties with a slim build and a nice tight bubble butt. I stood behind her in line and began letting our thoughts merge, planning to give her a dose of horniness before I grabbed her ass. What I felt coming from her changed my mind though.
I would best describe it as "pious crap". I'd picked a born again religious girl. I could turn her up as horny as I want and she still wouldn't want laid, she'd just pray some more and maybe flip the bean a little before bed.
Just then a very pretty black girl a little bit younger came in and joined Blondie. As they talked I picked up that their van was carrying members of a church group to some Christian conference in the next state.
Well, I wanted this pretty black girl too and thoughts were already running around in my head...
Back in the parking lot I approached the van. Blondie and her friend were standing by the passenger door. The sliding door was open. An older woman and two kids sat in the middle passenger seat. "Excuse me; can I have your attention?" I asked the group clearly as I approached. All eyes looked at me. Perfect. Bam! I hit them all with an overwhelming urge to snuggle down and go to sleep. That is, all but the two prizes I grasped by their wrists. I planted a different thought into their pretty little heads, they wouldn't think twice about obeying any order I gave them.
"What are your names girls?"
"I'm Rachel" said the blonde and "Shandra" chimed in the black girl.
"Let's get in the van girls. Drive us to that motel over there Rachel"
"OK"
As Rachel pulled the van out of the gas station and around the block to the motel lot I began testing the girls' state by running my hands up and down Shandra's thighs. While the girls seemed to be perfectly compliant they were also pretty unresponsive. I've never fucked a corpse and a girl who just lays there doesn't do much for me, so this plan was going to take a little fine-tuning.
I left mom and the kids sleeping in the van while I rented a room for our fun. When the clerk acted a little funny about renting a room to an older guy and two young looking girls (this was a big chain motel, not a seedy place) I zapped him too so he thought the girls were much younger and I was obviously their father.
In the room I told Rachel and Shandra to sit on the main king size bed.
"Girls, what do you want to do when I give you an order?"
"Obey it." They answered in stereo.
"Girls, I have some special instructions to give you. Listen to them all very carefully now. When I snap my fingers two times your thoughts will mostly return to your own. You will be yourselves as you were an hour ago with some important exceptions. Are you ready to hear them?"
"Yes."
"First, you will be unable to walk to the door or pick up a phone. Your feet and hands will just be too heavy to lift. Second, you will be unable to scream for help. Trying will only cause your throat to clench. Third, each time that I take liberties with you -or with your friend- you will become more aroused sexually. You may speak freely and resist, if you want to. But we'll see how long you want to. Oh, one other little thing. Just for safety sake. If I snap my fingers once, you will immediately return to this compliant state. Oh, and another thing, you won't think of assaulting me physically. Do you understand everything?"
"Yes"
"Allrighty then..." I snap my fingers twice.
