The Pulse

Monday back at school was faintly surreal.

Somehow everyone knew that I had gone out with Fiona. And Jamie was so pissed with me.

"What the fuck man? You have a date and you don't even tell me? Let me rephrase that. You have a date with an older hottie that half of our year had a crush on when she was still here and you didn't tell your best friend who had to hear it second hand from Duncan freakin' Drake!"

"Oh shit Jamie, I'm really sorry. It just happened really quickly. We finally figured out that we were both interested in each other at work and we went out that night. I didn't tell anyone else. I suppose someone must have seen us."

"In town? On a Saturday night? Ya think?"

"And when I was coming home I was in that stupid accident and..."

"Wait. What stupid accident? You mean the bus crash with the fatality and the-loads-of-blood-everywhere accident? That accident?"

I looked sheepishly at him and nodded.

"Man!" He exploded with indignation.

"Err...and I got my car yesterday too."

"Jesus H Christ and the donkey he rode in on! All it takes is a quick phone call! This much news needs an entire weekend, not five minutes in the hall."

And then Jamie demonstrated why he was my true friend.

"Well, congratulations I suppose."

"Thanks Jamie. Look, I'm really sorry - I'll fill you in on the details later OK?"

"You'd better or I'll remove your testicles with a blunt instrument resembling some kind of gardening tool and roast them...."

"..over a large fire. Yes, I know."

I grinned at him as we fell back into insulting one another with quotes from Blackadder. I waved and we headed off to one of our few separate classes. I rounded the corner and Chris Waite and his gaggle of cronies were hanging around. My breath caught in my mouth and I must have gone white but the ape just nodded at me as I went past.

The surrounding gang looked at him like he'd grown two heads and I walked past dimly aware of the gossamer thin blue thread that still linked him to me.

I found my usual desk at the side of the science lab and was stunned when Jennifer Sawyer put her books down next to me.

"Hi Jake," she smiled at me.

"I...err..."

"Hi..?" she suggested.

Blushing crimson I nodded and she just grinned as the teacher called everyone to order. Biology was always interesting but with Jennifer beside me I couldn't concentrate. Memories of her perfume, the proximity of her body, her lips...

"Jake!"

"Sorry, sir."

"Well..? Oh, never mind. Martin, perhaps you can enlighten us while Jake goes back to whatever dream he was having."

I snapped back into the room and tried to maintain some sort of equilibrium. It was not easy.

When the lesson finished, Jennifer started to gather her books together and turned to me.

"So I heard that you signed up for gymnastics?"

"Wow, news travels fast!"

"I'm the club secretary, so the application comes to me."

"Oh. Right."

"It'll be great to see you there. Are you coming tonight?"

Images of me coming all over Jennifer at that moment were hard to put out of my mind but I nodded and tried not to draw attention to my stiffening cock.

"Yeah, sure. I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too."

And with that she flicked her hair over her shoulder and headed off to her next class.

By the end of the day I had been stopped numerous times by people I didn't really know to ask me about the accident and my date with Fiona. I had no idea what the hell had happened but the giant turd magnet appeared to have been removed from my head. Is this what school was like for normal people?

Jamie was less than impressed to be heading home alone but he still wished me well as I headed to the gym.

I'd wanted to do gymnastics for a long time but between money troubles at home and a lack of self-confidence I just hadn't got up the nerve to try. I kept myself reasonably trim with a range of exercises but had never really had the money to get full access to a proper facility to find out more about what I could do and what I couldn't.

I quickly got into my gear in the changing room and walked into the main gymnasium in time to see the warm ups about to begin.

The person running the club was an older guy called Rob Eriksen. He was half Norwegian and looked like a Viking. He was at least six foot four and while he was running to fat now his eyes missed nothing as he organised us all into groups.

I happily settled into the routines and slowly started to fit in with the other people there, most of whom had been doing gymnastics since they were young. I got so lost in the sheer physicality of it all that it was a shock when Rob called a halt and brought us back to the floor mats for stretching exercises.

There was some good natured banter going on and I felt truly relaxed. My muscles were going to be sore as hell tomorrow though.

Rob walked up to my group and then crouched down beside me.

"Good to have you with us Jake."

"Thanks Rob, this was a lot of fun."

He laughed, "I hope that you still think that as we ramp things up. Hey, today wasn't bad for a first timer. Just take it easy, OK? Rome wasn't built in a day. Same time on Wednesday?"

"I'll be here."

He grinned and then moved on to talk to some of the other club members. The warm down continued and then people slowly got up and broke into groups as the session came to an end.

I saw Jennifer walking over to me smiling.

"Great to see you here Jake!"

"I'm so pleased I've finally been able to join."

"Well you didn't look out of place, which is quite an achievement on your first day."

"Really? Thank you." I blushed again, not used to compliments of any kind.

"How have you been since the...you know?" I asked her, unsure about how sensitive she was about the attempted burglary.

A slight grimace clouded her face briefly, "Oh, I've been fine thanks. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you making the time like that for someone you really didn't know too well. Particularly after my mum nearly ran you over."

I shrugged, embarrassed.

"You'd have done the same for me I'm sure."

"Well, I never did get to thank you properly. Why don't you come over after practice on Wednesday? We can have a pizza and we can test each other for the Biology exam."

I somehow managed to say, "That would be great, thank you" with a dry mouth and many lurid visions of us together circling in my brain.

She smiled and then walked away, her leotard leaving very little to the imagination, much to my imagination's disappointment.

It was great to be able to drive home in my awesome little car though the traffic was hell as usual. I should have warmed down more than I did because just changing gears and using the clutch hurt! I dragged myself out of the Mini and headed straight for the hottest bath that I could stand.

As the water started to cool and my protesting muscles became slightly less reactive I wondered if I could use my powers on myself? I reached for a yellow thread and tried to soothe the abused muscles throughout my body.

Pulse.

It was an astonishing experience. I could feel every fibre of my muscles, just as if we had been studying with a live skinless model in Biology today. The pain was exquisite and yet balanced by the soothing yellow glow as my power rolled through me. I felt the nimbus surrounding me flow over, around and through my muscles, repairing the stresses that I had put them under.

It also had the unforeseen effect of giving me the biggest erection I'd ever had! I was painfully hard and I couldn't help myself. I soaped myself up and began to slowly and deliberately slide my hand up and down my cock. Pulling the foreskin down and exposing the sensitive glans I felt like I might explode at any moment. I thought of Jennifer's heavenly body and that not-quite-kiss. That was replaced by visions of Mrs Sawyer kneeling on the grass in front of me again and before I knew it I was frantically pounding away, remembering the incredible feel as my penis slid in and out of her wet, warm mouth.

My orgasm when it came caught me completely by surprise. The sheer power and volume of cum was like nothing I'd ever experienced. It went at least two feet in the air before landing back in the water and still more was coming as the images in my mind changed to a very horny Fiona and the feel of her beautiful breasts in my hands.

I wallowed in an orgasmic haze for a few minutes before slowly coming to my senses. I began to slowly drag myself upright until I slowly realised that I actually felt good. Really good. Not just good, I felt revitalised. I stood up and rinsed myself off in the shower. My muscles felt fresh and I felt fantastic.

I went back to my room and pulled on some clothes. As I settled into my chair I began to feel faintly uncomfortable. I couldn't get my junk into a comfortable position. I checked that they were my jeans and not my Dad's but that wasn't it. I stood up and adjusted myself again but it still felt wrong.

I stepped out of the jeans and went to get a pair of sweatpants to wear when I realised that I had a more pronounced bulge than usual. I peered down into my pants and while it hadn't turned into a twelve inch monster, my dick was comfortably an inch larger than it had been!

I couldn't believe my eyes.

I dropped my pants and started to stroke my willing cock. It was longer and thicker than it had been before. It had heft that it certainly hadn't had up until now. I pictured Mrs Sawyer on her knees in front of me again.

Pulse.

There was a green tint to the pulse as a simulacrum of Mrs Sawyer as I had last seen her appeared in front of me. The Gucci t-shirt, her breasts heaving up and down. My cock sliding in and out of her mouth. It was incredible. It was still very much my hands on my cock and not her mouth but other than that she might as well have been in the room.

My cock lurched again as I pictured Jennifer as I had last seen her walking away from me in her leotard. I imagined her bending over and the leotard coming apart between her legs. Each outrageously sculpted arse cheek came into view and I moved closer behind this lifelike image of my dream girl's rear end as it waved enticingly in front of me.

I imagined Celia's t-shirt being peeled off and her large tits being on display as I ploughed her mouth. And the simulacrum did exactly that.

I imagined myself transferring my cock into Jennifer's tight little pussy and then Celia crawling over on her hands and knees, her tits swinging beneath her, to suck on Jennifer's pert tits. I then imagined Celia's mouth right next to Jennifer's snatch and I took turns stroking in and out of one and then ploughing into the other.

It was almost as if they were in the room with me. I was in masturbatory heaven!

Despite coming earlier on it wasn't five minutes before I was set to explode again with my new and improved cock. I was just closing on the vinegar stroke when my mum knocked on the door.

"Sweetheart? Are you decent?"

My cock twitched, right at its peak.

"Uhhhhhhh.....noooooooooo, Mum, just a minute!"

And I erupted all over the carpet. Rope after rope went all over the place and I nearly collapsed from the sensation.

"Well, don't be long. It's dinner time."

I couldn't speak. I was so out of it. And the simulacrums were still there. Mouth and pussy obscenely on display and awaiting my pleasure. My cock twitched again at the sight.

Hurriedly I searched for and found the gossamer green threads and severed them, causing my very own fuck toys to vanish. What if I'd just left them there? Could anyone else see them? What the hell must I have just looked like? Thrusting away into thin air?

Who gives a shit? It was amazing!

I quickly grabbed my clothes and went to get dressed but there was cum over everything. The fucking stuff was everywhere. In desperation I put my uncomfortable jeans on, shoe horned my dick back into place and threw on a clean t-shirt before heading downstairs.

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The next day of school was a bit awkward.

When I got up most of my school uniform didn't fit me. I knew what had happened but my parents thought I'd had some kind of miracle growth spurt. I was slightly more sculpted, my neck had grown half a size, my chest was set to burst the buttons and my trousers looked like a pair of old fashioned drain pipe trousers. I had filled out!

My frustrated mother's solution was to give me one of my Dad's white shirts and then force me to wear the school jumper which is the only thing that still fitted me.

Secretly I was delighted but I knew I had to be careful in the future as I knew so little about what I could do and how powerful my powers actually were.

The weather was picking up as we entered the summer term, so I took Dad's bike in to avoid the traffic madness and managed to meet up with Jamie.

"No car today then?"

"No, it's crazy trying to get through this logjam. I love driving but not in this."

I gestured around at the mayhem surrounding me. It might as well have been a city in Italy instead of a sleepy suburb of Basingstoke based on the amount of horns being used and road rage on display.

I got off the bike and we walked the last half a mile and I told him as much as I dared about the bus crash, heavily downplaying my role in the first aid. He was suitably impressed that I'd come out of it unscathed and that two guys had invited me for a drink at the pub on the basis of how I'd handled myself.

"I'm sure they didn't mean it - you know, just being nice."

"Whatever man. I can't believe your luck. You'll ace this paper today too."

"This what?!?"

"Oh come on. It's the first Chemistry paper today. We were revising most of last week. I assumed that's what you did after you got home from gymnastics last night...?"

"Shit, shit, shit!"

"You're not joking are you?"

"No, dammit, I'm not!"

"What the hell were you doing last night then?"

"I...err...well..."

"Come on man, this is me here. What's going on with you?"

And then inspiration struck.

"My parents are getting a divorce."

Jamie's tone changed immediately.

"Shit man, are you OK? Their timing certainly sucks."

"Too right."

"Do you want to come over to mine tonight and get away from it?"

"Thanks Jamie but it's been weirdly cool in the house since they told me. It was just a lot to deal with last night."

He continued to commiserate with me all the way into school and I felt like a total fraud. I ought to be able to tell Jamie anything. He was probably the most intelligent guy in the school. He was my best friend. But how the hell could I tell him any of this?

I locked up my bike and headed into the main block forgetting, after a peaceful few days, that this was usually the worst place and time for being bullied.

I walked past some of the rugby morons and without Chris Waite being there they started with their predictable shit, until one of them looked at me and realised that my clothes barely fitted me.

"Poor Boy doesn't even have enough money for a school uniform!" shouted Harry Youle pointing and laughing. The rest of them didn't seem to be particularly into it but dutifully laughed along. They always picked their moments like this. No one else was around. No one there but his idiot friends, Jamie and me.

"Ran out of hand me downs from the charity shop or did your mum not manage to get any trade last night?"

I looked back at him. At the years of mental and physical abuse that he represented. At this ridiculously cocky shit who knew that I wouldn't do anything no matter how vile he was.

PULSE!

A red rage surrounded me. I covered the five yards between us in the blink of an eye and hit Harry Youle so hard in the solar plexus that he slammed into the wall five feet behind him and crumpled to the floor.

It was over so quickly that people barely registered that there had been a fight. Well, a punch thrown anyway.

I looked at the surrounding rugby apes, red rage in my eyes and they all backed away. I reached for a blue thread.

Pulse.

I sent fear at the other four. Fear of reprisals, fear if they said anything, and a thought that Harry Youle deserved everything he got for being a slimy, bullying fuckwit.

I maintained the links to them as we headed off down the corridor leaving Youle collapsed on the floor struggling to breath.

Jamie grabbed my shoulder and dragged me with him away from the scene and took us the long way round to our classroom. As we left the corridor there was a shout for help from the other end. It sounded like one of the teachers had found Youle. We got the hell out of there.

I was still pretty pumped when we got to our classroom. My hand hurt like hell. The teacher got us all to sit down and all I could think of was the satisfaction of hitting Harry Youle. The exam paper landed in front of me and I tried to get my shit together. I was so angry that I could barely see straight and it was ten minutes into the exam before I picked up my pen.

I realised that I could barely hold it as my hand was swollen from the violence of the punch. Thankfully this was a multiple choice paper but that's all that I could give thanks for.

I hadn't been joking with Jamie. Chemistry was my worst subject and I had totally blown off the cramming that I'd planned. I hadn't planned to work that weekend. I hadn't planned to go out on a date or discover mind bending masturbation.

I tried to calm down. Jamie was scribbling away two desks up from me.

Pulse.

I reached for a purple thread and then split it in two. And then in two again. And then I pulsed to slowly move my conscious being over Jamie's head to see how he was answering the multiple choice paper.

I tried to write at the same time as focus on what Jamie was doing but it gave me a headache. I tried to memorise what he was doing and then without letting go of the pulse I put down answers that mostly matched his. I then flowed back to look over his shoulder and carried on in a similar vein. I couldn't copy him completely as I'd go from a borderline B student to being a star pupil but by the end of the exam I was in pretty good shape.

And I was mentally exhausted. It was the longest sustained use of my powers that I'd experienced and I was almost dizzy with tiredness.

Jamie came out of the exam agonising over one of the questions that he might have got wrong and I let him talk it through. I needed something to get me through the rest of the day and I grabbed a coke from the vending machine.

Most of the rest of the day was a blur and I kept going back for sugar hits in an attempt to keep going. I certainly needed the energy and I began to understand the pressures that the Pulse put on my physical body.

I made it to our final lesson but it had been replaced by an emergency assembly. This was really unusual.

Assemblies were usually at the beginning of the day and they usually had a wide range of totally useless information and were delivered by the Deputy Head. A nice enough woman but pretty ineffective. But today the headmaster was there in full mortarboard regalia and a female police officer was with him.

My heart sank.

A hush went around the main hall as he stood up to speak.

"Today, there was a cowardly attack on one of the members of our first fifteen rugby team. Harry Youle is in hospital with a concussion, internal bleeding and a punctured lung. Sergeant Tolbert has asked me for this assembly and I would like to assure her of my full cooperation. Sergeant?"

The female officer stepped forward.

"We were notified today of an assault on one of the students of this school. We would like to give you all the opportunity to step forward now and help us with our investigations. If you feel intimidated by whoever did this then I don't blame you. The force used to do this indicates an incredibly powerful blow that is more often associated with a professional boxer than a school age student. Does anyone wish to say anything here and now?"