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When Aaron arrived home from the gym he was spent, unnaturally so. He'd worked out hard and worked even harder in the changing room, but he didn't think the sole cause could just be his level of exertion. Slightly puzzled, he dropped his bag in the hall. Either way he was exhausted, so he quickly jumped in the shower again before hauling himself up to bed. His lethargic mind still trying to sort out the extent of his power.
Morning sunlight awoke him once again.
"Morning again?!" Aaron groaned. His head jerked up as he realised he was late for work.
"Shit!!" Aaron leapt from his bed.
He managed to take three steps in the direction of his door before slamming to the ground. Letting out a weak yell as he fell down, in confusion Aaron tried to move and get up, this time he screamed. His entire body was on fire, a burning sensation travelling from top to bottom no matter which limb he moved. Tears streamed his eyes as his body refused to do what he needed it too.
Pain had never been something Aaron feared. His mother's abandonment helped him to grow a callus layer emotionally, but never before had he felt such physical agony. Helplessness threatened to engulf him as he lay in his doorway, half his body inside half out.
Forcing himself not to panic, Aaron took some deep breaths. He realised slow, shallow breaths did not cause a stir in his body too much, allowing his mind to focus on the problem at hand. It was clear to see that right now moving was not an option. He braved the agony, wincing in pain as he quickly shifted his body to lay straight on his back. Now laying face up he took time to think.
It was obvious that his body pain wasn't just the result of the gym yesterday and that something strange had happened. Moving his neck ever so slightly caused a spasm down his spine, but it was worth it for what he saw.
A single tear left his eye.
If the pain had allowed it, Aaron would have jumped through the air and danced like an idiot. No doubt laughing maniacally, which he was half doing now, but with his neck slanted the way it was, it sounded more like a cat coughing up a hairball.
His body had changed!! Gone were the weak arms, flabby stomach and undefined legs. Replaced was the body of a soldier. Arms the width of a mans head, legs like tree trunks. He couldn't believe it. If he hadn't had sex with a gorgeous woman in the changing rooms of his gym the day before, he would think this was a dream. Only in your wildest fantasies could someone expect to have their body so radically transformed like this.
Again, if the pain would allow it, Aaron would be dancing.
Instead he resigned himself to laying his head back down. A giddy smile playing on his lips. It was clear to him now that the mental power he had been granted, obviously wasn't the only change to be expected. Perhaps the hardships (for lack of a better word) he was required to put his body through, needed a model more durable and strong than his previous one.
This chain of thought lead him to thinking more about his new power. He had been so preoccupied with the excitement of the gym that he never really sat and explored his abilities. He knew from yesterday that his physical attraction had gone up. Although his face had not changed, Beth had still looked his way, and a girl that hot would have never paid any attention to him before the encounter in his dream. So maybe the attraction takes place on a chemical level, with his body producing more pheromones to attract females? This would add up if his mission was, inevitably, to mate with a different species of humanoid. A thought he wasn't truly ready to deal with yet.
So as well as the chemical attraction, he also knew his touch could increase the lust of someone, not nearly as much as his own mental interference could, but enough to push things along. He smiled. Noone has a chance against him, he truly was being made into the ultimate sex machine.
With his mind he could increase the libio of women. He could make them feel incredible, with new heights of pleasure being offered. In addition he could make somebody feel a penis, hands or tongues that weren't actually there, slowly caress them. And the best part is, every aspect of their lust will be whole heartedly directed at him. He smiled again, his life had taken such an incredibly drastic turn, closing his eyes he resigned himself to more sleep, seeing as he couldn't do anything else.
Aaron awoke after a time. Still lying on his back and by now quite cold, he guessed it to be early evening based on the fading light outside. He gingerly moved a few fingers, before trying his whole arm. The majority of the pain had subsided, leaving now just a dull ache as he climbed to his feet.
The world spun slightly.
"Woah"
He was taller. Definitely taller.
Aaron walked to the mirror. Checking his body out earlier had been incredible, and honestly the feeling had not subsided one bit as he took in his new form. He chuckled remembering the increase in his penis size, and how that had been the first to grow.
Suddenly realising how famished he was, Aaron begrudgingly left the mirror. He hadn't eaten properly in days and needed to find old clothes that would hopefully fit him.
In the end he settled on a very oversized shirt, that was now a slim fit, and a pair of jeans that had stretched in the wash. He left the house, aiming to find a nice pub he could eat at.
Driving for no more than 20 minutes, it didn't take him long to find the perfect looking pub, not too old, nor too busy. A small group of smokers, obviously students around his age, hung out outside, already the three girls in the group gave him longing looks as he walked in.
His trousers stirred a little as he felt their gaze.
Focus! Aaron told himself. No good having three women pounce on you before you've even had dinner!
The interior of the pub was pleasant. The corner held a lovely open log fire and the bar seemed busy yet not hectic or loud and getting the bartender's attention didn't take long. She was an old lady, perhaps in her early fifties, and the stare she was giving told Aaron that his power affected all ages. She lingered as she took his order, before finally being called over as Aaron left to take a seat.
Nestling into a corner to await his food, Aaron took stock of the small pub.
There a few more female students at a table in the far corner, obviously the non-smokers of the group outside. On the opposite side sat mostly men, however, on closer inspection a group of four women sat on a table near, these ladies all looked in their late twenties or early thirties.
There was one waitress currently buzzing between tables taking drink orders. This girl was obviously just out of school, no older than nineteen, she definitely stood out with her incredibly toned backside and perky breasts that couldn't have been more than a size C. Aaron entered her mind to get her attention, registering Mandy on her name tag.
It turns out Mandy had already noticed him as she walked in his direction without looking up from the order she was writing. Coming closer to his table she looked up, nervously tucking her brown locks behind her ear.
"Hi, wher-I mean, what can I grab you?" She stuttered.
"Gin and tonic please" Aaron said with a smile. He inhaled deeply as the scent of honey once again filled his nose. Still in her mind, he registered the spike in her lust almost like a chart, at each of his words. She giggled cutely as she left.
Watching her beautiful ass sway as she walked away Aaron thought of all the things he could do to her, and all the things she'd beg him for.
He jumped suddenly as a stream of information hit his mind. Thoughts of domination, bondage, anal sex and god knows what else suddenly derailed his thought process. It took him a moment to realise that the fantasies that just invaded his mind weren't his, but Mandys! He had been focusing on her and thinking of a question and the answer had streamed into his head.
