For someone who seemed to have a lot of sexual hang-ups, the nurse certainly knew what she was doing. Her tongue was sweeping over his crown, one of her hands was stroking his shaft, the other gently tugging on his balls. Mike wished that he had some control over his body, the desire to thrust his hips was burning him up. But The Voice would not relent. The nurse was taking him deeper now, gagging a little as his cock touched the entrance of her throat. She pushed onwards, swallowing him until her nose touched his belly. She pulled up, gasping for air, her hand still on his cock jerking him. Her tongue ran up and down his shaft, until she shifted to his balls. Mike had always been sensitive there, and the sensation of her lips on his testicles almost made him cum. But something stopped him. There was some sort of barrier to his orgasm. It almost seemed like the nurse could feel it too, she was panting and moaning into his scrotum, her desperate need visible in her eyes.
She pulled away from him with a whimper. Her hands went to her scrubs, tugging at them with heedless abandon. Her shirt and pants fell away, revealing a sports bra and a pair of simple panties. They were quickly torn away. She was slender, with small breasts and narrow hips, but in obviously good shape. It showed when she climbed on top of him, the muscles in her legs and abs standing out as she straddled his cock. Her pussy was hot and dripping wet. It swallowed
his cock to the hilt in a single motion. She started riding him, using his body as a living dildo.
"Fuck." Her first word of the night. "Oh my god."
She was clamping down on him like a vise. Her pussy was squeezing and sucking, trying to milk the cum right out of him. She started moving fasted, her hips rising and falling as she tried to take him as deep as possible. The only sound was the wet squish of his cock driving into her cunt. The nurse had reached up to cup her breasts, her fingers pinching at her small nipples. Mike was close, he desperately wanted to grab her and pull her down onto him. The muscles of his abs flexed, and the cum came pouring out of him. The nurse came at the same time, letting out a quiet squeal as her pussy flexed around him.
The last thing he saw before the darkness took him was her smiling face.
When he woke up the next morning, he could move. There was a call button on the bedside table. He hit it, and a middle aged nurse walked into the room a minute later. Her jaw dropped when she saw him sitting up in bed.
"Hi," Mike said, giving her a small wave. "I guess I'm awake?"
What followed was a flurry of activity. Doctors and nurses cycled in and out, doing checks and remarking on how unusual it was for a patient to come out of a coma with no warning. Mike found out that he had been in the hospital for three months. His father had called in some favors and got him transferred from the city hospital to one outside of town that specialized in long term care for coma patients. He called his parents. His mom cried, and they promised to get on the road and come see him right away. Then came the somewhat unpleasant task of removing all of the tubes that had kept him alive these last few months. Mike felt restless, like all the energy that his body hadn't been able to use while he was stuck in bed was suddenly ready to come out.
There was a doctor in the room with him. "Is there a shower in there?" Mike asked, pointing at the door leading to a small bathroom. The doctor nodded. "Can I take one? I don't really want a sponge bath."
The doctor hesitated for a moment. "You might find it difficult to stand. Your muscles will have weakened while you were in the coma. But, all your vitals are strong. Let's see what you can do." He called a nurse into the room, and together they helped Mike to his feet.
It was easy. His legs were strong. He didn't even really need any help standing. In fact, he felt better than he had before the coma. But he wasn't expecting what awaited him in the shower.
He almost didn't recognize himself. He looked... good. His skin was perfect, the bags under his eyes gone. Mike had always had a slight double chin, it was something that he was always self-conscious about. Now he had the jawline of a model. He pulled off his gown, eager to see what other changes there were.
"Holy shit."
His muscles were perfect, his chest and abs standing out from his skin in ways he had never been able to achieve before. He looked like a living recreation of Michelangelo's David, except somehow more muscular. Hanging between his legs was ten inches of fat cock, double the size of what he had been packing before.
'Are you there?' Mike thought, hoping to get some explanation. But there was no reply. The Voice had left him on his own.
"Ok," He said to himself. "I guess I'll just have to figure this out myself."
His family wouldn't get to the hospital for a few hours, plenty of time to practice.
He started out small, with simple commands. He found out quickly that he couldn't just reach into someone's head and say "Touch your nose." That didn't seem to have any effect. There was a certain place he had to touch, a certain way that he had to impose his will on them. But Mike had always been a quick learner, and soon enough he had the nurses and doctors around him tugging on their earlobes and sticking out their tongues.
He moved on to eavesdropping, easily finding the part of the brain where conscious thought was happening. Mike was surprised when he found out that thought seemed to have a major visual component. It was a mix of sound and images, the pictures growing more focused when someone really thought about something. He supposed that made sense, but all the movies made it look like you were just listening to someone speaking their thoughts out loud. Most of the people around him were thinking about mundane things, their jobs or what they were going to do that night once they got home. One doctor was imagining in graphic detail exactly what he planned to do to his wife later that night. Mike withdrew from his head quickly, finding it difficult to watch a man's bondage fantasy while he was checking Mike's vitals.
Finally, he tried reading people's memories. That wasn't as easy as he had hoped. People's recollections didn't play like a movie, they came in flashes of sight and sound and emotion. Important or recent events were closer to the surface. It took some time, but with a little practice he was surfing through people's lives, watching the things they really cared about play through his own mind.
It turned out that one of his doctors had spent some time in the military. Mike was watching a firefight first hand when his parents showed up. They had brought his sister Nicole and his cousin Maura with them. There was hugging and crying, until everyone got themselves under control. Mike was just glad to see them. His mom told him everything that had happened while he was asleep. His dad filled him in on sports and politics. Nicole and Maura were in college, and summer break had started while he was in the hospital, so they mostly had gossip about people they all knew.
Mike couldn't resist looking into his family's minds for just a moment. His parent's relief that he was well blazed from their thoughts like a beacon, drowning out most other emotions. There was an undercurrent of joy and concern running through it. He reached a little deeper to find their memories, but all they could think of was the moment when the hospital had called them after he fell in the subway.
Mike turned to his sister and cousin. They had most of the same feelings running through their minds. But there was something else there, something deep and hidden that they couldn't stop thinking about. Mike pushed a little further until he found it. Images poured from them, the taste of soft lips, the feeling of fingers stroking skin, a pressure releasing deep inside as an orgasm raced through their bodies.
He pulled back immediately. Mike couldn't believe what he had seen. Nicole and Maura were sleeping together! It didn't make any sense. They were family, and Maura might as well have been a sister. Her parents had died in an accident when she was just a child, Mike's parents had raised her ever since. He had to know more.
Reluctantly, carefully, Mike searched through his sister's memories. It must have been a recent event, because it didn't take him long to find it. He watched through Nicole's eyes as someone drunkenly dared Maura to kiss her. He felt her apprehension, but also the excitement that careened through her as her cousin leaned in. Felt the way their tongues met, the way Nicole couldn't breathe for a second after their lips parted. Maura came for her later that night, slipping into Nicole's dorm room and climbing under the covers with her. They didn't speak, their mouths just found each other, like they had a will of their own. Maura's hands were on her, pinching a nipple and sliding down to the juncture of her thighs. Nicole came with a sigh, moaning into her cousin's mouth as her pussy squeezed around Maura's invading fingers.
Mike pulled back from his sister's memories, acutely aware of the weight of his new cock has it filled with blood. He decided that some secrets were best left uncovered.
His family went home not long after. They said their goodbyes, promising to come pick him up in a few days, when the doctors said he would be healthy enough to go home. His father lingered for a little longer as the rest of the family headed back to the car.
"Mike, is everything Ok?" He asked, suddenly very serious.
"Yeah, dad. I feel fine," Mike said. "I'll be out of here soon."
"That's not what I meant." His father hesitated for a second. "I just want to know that you fell in front of that train, instead of jumping in front of it."
"What! No. Dad, you have to believe me." He reached out and touched his father's shoulder. "I know things weren't going great for me, but I'd never try to kill myself."
Mike father nodded. "Good. That's what I wanted to hear."
Three days later, Mike was out of the hospital and back at his parent's house. As soon as it had looked like his coma might be permanent, his parents had moved all his things out of his apartment. He would stay with them until he found a new place. Not that he had any money for a new apartment. His job had already been taken by someone else. At least they had let him stay on the health insurance for a little while. He suddenly found himself with copious free time and a set of interesting new abilities.
Which is how Mike ended up sitting at a sidewalk cafe on a Wednesday morning, casually plucking memories from the heads of passersby. A first kiss here, a break-up there. He was still trying to figure this whole thing out, trying to find some way he could turn it to his advantage. His attention turned to the table next to him. Three girls, about his sister's age, were sitting there, chatting breezily. He reached out, curious. They were all college students, home for the summer. He strolled through their thoughts, until he found something very interesting. One of the girls, a curvy blonde, had a deep and intense crush on the other two. She had never thought of herself as a lesbian, but something about her two friends had ignited something inside of her. She couldn't stop staring at their lips. Mike felt something wake deep in him, like a serpent uncoiling in the depths of a cave.
He went to work, reaching into the girls with a skill he didn't know the he possessed. The other two girls, an athletic looking brunette and a skinny girl with mouse colored hair, didn't feel anything romantic for their blonde friend. It was child's play to inspire those feeling in them. Mike was in them now, suppressing their inhibitions, raising their lust. All three of them were starting to fantasize about fucking each other, increasingly graphic daydreams that were dominating their thoughts. Mike watched as his changes became physical, all three of the girls squeezing their thighs together, desperate for some sort of contact with their now sopping pussies. Their conversation turned to sex. Things they had done in school, things they would like to do in the future. The mousy girl finally voiced what they were all thinking.
"Should we have sex with each other?" The other two nodded vigorously, the blonde letting out a small moan at the thought of her fantasies coming true. "Ok. I have a friend who works at a mattress store down the street. I brought a guy there once. It's close and she's cool."
They got up and made their way to the store so fast that Mike nearly had to run to keep up. When he entered the store it was mostly empty, just an older couple in the corner looking at a bed. The girls were clustered around a saleswoman, talking rapidly. Mike sent a quick command to the couple, and they left immediately. He locked the door behind them. The girls didn't notice as he walked up, and he caught the tail end of their conversation.
The saleswoman, who looked about college age herself, was clearly confused. But willing to go along with things. "Ok, I guess. Just... keep it quiet. We might get more customers."
The girls practically bowled her over as they rushed to a back room. She looked after them, shaking her head, before turning her attention to Mike. "Hello sir, is there anything I can assist you with today?"
