The question of nature puzzled his mind. Did a lion ever stop and think about the morality of eating its prey? No. It just did it because it had to and because it could. Why couldn't the same be said for Alex? If nature gave him this ability, did he have every right to utilize it? The question kept him up at night. All his past relationships were a direct failure because of his ability. Every corner of his life was affected. He tried to ignore it, but accidents happen, and the end result was never something he aimed for. It was just in his nature.
Like a recovering addict, Alex tried to repress the urge. The urge to do whatever he wanted with his cursed power. People always joke they'd love to have a power, but it wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. There were consequences and although Alex never had any personal repercussions to his life, there were moments he had to live with for the rest of it. Moments he wished went another way. Moments that got the better of his kind nature. The dark side of it scared him. There was so much damage he could do. And had done. Sooner or later one side was going to win. Until then, the war between good and evil raged on within him.
Alex walked through the store aimlessly collecting items. The one thing he hated about being single was cooking for himself. There was a temptation to delegate the task to his single neighbor. The scents of her cooking had seeped into his room on more than one occasion. Or he could stop in on the family next door and join them for dinner. It was easy to do, but it required him to embrace a lifestyle of using his powers to make thing easier. It was a slippery slope.
The grocery store was a dangerous place, especially in his current state of feeling lost. There were attractive women everywhere if he wanted to screw around. Which he did, most of the time. Harmless fun never hurt. At least that's what he used to justify his behavior. To keep himself in check, Alex created rules he had to abide by. If he didn't, it was only a matter of time before the power took permanent control of his life. Rule number one: Harmless fun is acceptable.
Alex approached a well-endowed middle age woman checking milk expiry dates. She was still attractive given her age, and her greatest asset was on show for all to see with the dipping neckline.
"Excuse me." Alex said.
He didn't know how it worked. When he first tested his ability, he thought eye contact was the key, but other tests disproved that theory. Generally, if he communicated with someone, then it was game over. They were his puppet. Anything he wanted them to do or anything he wanted them to think was fair game. Their mind and reality were his playground.
"You should pour that milk all over your breasts."
The woman smiled and emptied the carton over her breasts, pooling milk in her cleavage. She put the milk carton back, grabbed another and continued with her shopping, trailing milk as she walked. Alex held back his laughter. Nobody paid attention to the messy scene. If he desired, tasks carried out were perceived as normal to the rest of the world. In this case, to avoid embarrassing the woman and to cause no harm, the command was well within his rules.
Alex grabbed milk for himself and headed for the ice cream aisle. Besides using his powers, ice cream was his other guilty pleasure. He worked out and had a good diet, but he couldn't resist the sweet frozen treat. Unlike his powers, he accepted his fate to eat ice cream forever. The battle wasn't worth fighting and only cost him a few pounds of weight.
In the aisle was a jackpot of victims. Three college girls, likely recent freshmen based on their slutty attire, trying to decide which ice cream to choose. A conundrum Alex could relate to. Two of the girls were blonds and one was a brunette. All were tanned and either gifted in the chest area or gifted in the art of deception. It was moments like these that made Alex weak. In the past, he would have ordered them to strip and fucked them one by one. But he wasn't that kind of person. Or at least he was striving not to be. The rules were there to keep him in check. Rule number two: Only bad people are liable for punishment.
The urge to throw out the rules, take them all home and fuck each one of them with their ample young bodies strengthened within Alex. All their focus was on him.
"Tell me your names."
"Trish." Said the first blond.
"Caroline." Said the second blond.
"Dawn." Said the brunette.
One of the positives of his curse was that he could watch women without looking sketchy. They dressed up for a reason and that was to be desired and admired. If he saw an attractive woman, he stared as long as he wanted, and she never noticed. The hotter the girl, the greater the urge to intervene in their lives. Like three hot college students. Trish was the hottest of the three with a simple make-up look. From what Alex could tell, she had an amazing looking body, but opted to hide it with her clothes. The t-shirt and ripped jeans covered her tits and ass, but it couldn't hide the curves underneath. Caroline was the shortest of the two blonds and had a coat of makeup over her face. It did make her extremely attractive, but too much make-up was a turn-off for Alex. She tried her best to present cleavage, but the only thing going for her was her cute face and great fashion sense. Her short skirt and low-cut top gave a nice tease to what laid beneath. Lastly, there was the girly girl, Dawn, who had legs for days. Her make-up was professionally done and complimented her long nails, tight dress, and heels. He could picture her voice in his head with the stereotype she presented. The trio was quite the diverse catch.
"Dawn, take your tits out." Alex said.
Dawn's acrylic nails reached up and slid her dress straps off so that her top fell over. The unsnapped bra dropped to the ground, and she returned to her motionless state. The tits were gorgeous, forcing Alex to fight the urge. He handed an ice cream container to Caroline.
"Caroline, start rubbing this ice cream on Dawn's tits."
Caroline complied and splatted the first hand-scoop on Dawn's tits. She worked mindlessly to cover her friend's chest in ice cream, the coldness making Dawn's nipples stand on edge. Alex turned his attention to Trish and her hidden treasure.
"Take all your clothes off."
Trish stripped out of her clothes and stood naked in the aisle. There wasn't anything surprising underneath, except a tramp stamp that said 'slut'. Maybe her cover up was to hide her dirty little secret.
"God, you're beautiful." Alex said as he brushed her hair behind her ear.
The problem with Alex's gift is he couldn't give it up. He swore he would do no more harm to people, but then he was tempted when he encountered someone that caught his attention. Usually attractive females. He wanted to take Trish home and fuck her for hours on end, enjoying every inch of her beautiful body. That wasn't him anymore, however. At least not the person he wanted to be. He looked over at the other girls. Dawn's tits were almost covered in ice cream now.
Now it was time for his question. The question that determined who was good and who was bad. It was a simple question borne out of his own experiences. One that revealed trust, loyalty, honesty, and integrity. Part of him hoped the answer was good and part of him hoped it was bad. The punishments were what saved him from total damnation. Everyone needed a release.
Alex wanted to ask Trish first, but based on her tattoo, he feared the worst. She seemed like someone he'd like to get to know and if she failed his test, that just wasn't possible. He didn't like surprises, but he could wait this one out a little longer. Delayed gratification was a virtue and he needed plenty of those to atone for his past sins. With Dawn's tits almost covered in ice cream, Alex ordered Caroline to stop and to stand side by side with her friend. Now it was the moment of truth.
"Dawn. You will answer my next question truthfully." Alex said. "Have you ever cheated on a significant other?"
"Yes." Dawn said in a monotone voice.
"Caroline. You will answer my next question truthfully." Alex said. "Have you ever cheated on a significant other?"
"Yes." Caroline said.
The odds weren't looking good for Trish. People tended to behave like the company they keep. The ice cream was considered harmless fun, but now the girls were fair game. If they wanted to act like sluts, he would treat them like sluts.
