After leaving the coffee shop, I wandered in a daze for a bit, trying to get a handle on what was going on. Whatever I said to people seemed to have a powerfully persuasive effect, but it wasn't absolute. I had told a guy earlier to give me money and he was quick to tell me to fuck off. And my power, as I was starting to think about it, didn't just make people do what I wanted like robots—it actually seemed to make them think what they were doing was perfectly normal and shouldn't even be questioned. Hell, not just what
they
did—I had given the barista Ashley's nipples a hard twist that she said hurt her, and she didn't like pain, but she also said that it was okay that I had done it, because, in a weirdly circular bit of logic, if I did something it must be because I wanted to do it, which meant that it was okay. My head hurt trying to think that through. It seemed that while I could order people to do something and they often complied, even up to the point of telling someone "you're horny" or "you'll cum when I do," people also figured out what I wanted from context, going along with things like me pinching nipples and so forth as if it were normal. That must have been why the middle-aged lady had tongued my cum out of Ashley's pussy when I had spoken to her and phrased it as a suggestion, "why don't you lick her pussy..." instead of making it an order.
My head really was hurting from trying to figure out all the rules about how this power worked. The weirdest part, to me, was that there was clearly an area effect component. When I walked into the Starhut and told Ashley to blow me, her manager walked out and acted as if nothing happening was weird as she slobbered on my cock. But he did tell me I couldn't be behind the counter... was it because I hadn't told him not to worry about it? And the middle aged couple came in from outside and acted as if me fucking Ashley as she hung onto the counter was perfectly normal, so either they walked into the area of effect or it had affected them at whatever distance they were at.
All of this was fucking weird. I needed to gather more data in order to figure out what was going on. I had just dumped a massive load, and another the day before, so I wasn't particularly horny, but hey, science must march on, right? I also needed to be careful, though, as I didn't want to get into trouble. I enjoyed science fiction and had read enough stories about people with mental powers falling afoul of some secretive organization or the government that I knew I'd better watch out. I had no reason to think there
was
any secretive organization of mentalists, or dedicated to getting rid of mentalists, but I had no doubt at all the government would be neither kind nor gentle to me if they found out what I could do. Still, I needed to understand this power, and it was just too fucking cool not to use it.
I had been wandering and thinking about this for a while. It wasn't quite lunch time, and between the pandemic keeping some people in and others having to work, there weren't a lot of people around. I saw a kid on the street, but I'm not a fucking pedophile, so I wasn't going to try anything with her or where she could see, so I walked on. I had wandered into a residential area I recognized, so I turned and headed for a park. From a distance, I could see a few people wandering about but not too many, so this should be a good spot to run a few tests.
My first test subject, to think of it that way, was a petite blonde getting ready to run, wearing just a sports bra and shorts. She was a little too skinny for my tastes, but not bad. There were a couple of people walking by, so I tried to act casual in spite of my racing heart as I walked up to the blonde. Addressing her, I said, "hey, show me your tits."
She paused in her stretching and stood up, pulling her sports bra up as she did so. There wasn't much to her tits, but I was pleased to see one of her nipples was pierced, which I always find sexy. The couple who was walking by glanced over but didn't react. I told the blonde, "keep your bra up," and reached over, grabbed her pierced nipple, and gave it a solid twist, causing her to squeal.
I asked "do you like pain?"
She replied, to my surprise, "yeah, I do."
She didn't look the type, but then I didn't have a lot of experience. Looking around I saw no one was paying us any attention. While the situation was hot and causing my dick to stir, it wasn't really much different than some of the things I'd already done and she was too skinny to really do it for me, so I said, "okay, put your bra down and go about your day." She didn't even respond, just put her bra down, adjusted it, and started stretching again.
Weird. That was fucking weird. Then I saw something that would really stress test this new power of mine. A handsome guy in his 20s was on one knee proposing to a cute redhead sitting on a park bench, as she covered her mouth in the normal, "oh my god!" move girls always seemed to use at a time like this. I'd been accused more than once of being a pervert, and I have to say maybe people were onto something, because as I looked at this beatific little scene the blood rushed to my cock as I thought about the possibilities, even though I'd dumped a massive load in the barista earlier.
The redhead was saying, "yes, yes! Of course I'll marry you!" just as I walked up. I looked around and there were some people here and there, but since all the blood had rushed out of my brain to my cock, I couldn't have cared less. The two were kissing when I tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention. She looked slightly surprised, as she pulled away from him a bit but stayed in his arms. With an insane confidence, I said to her, "hey hottie, take your clothes off."
The look of surprise left her face, and she said, "oh, okay," as she pulled out of his arms. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing some nice C-cup tits, then popped her bra off showing they didn't sag a bit. She pushed down her shorts to show a cute little red thong, then pushed that down to reveal a tiny ginger landing strip on her pussy. She started to take her tennis shoes off, but I said, "naw, leave 'em on." So she said, "okay," and stood up.
My eyes roamed over her body, taking in the lightly freckled tits, and I said, "turn around," so I could admire her plump little ass. Her fiancée just stood there with his hands in his pockets as if nothing odd was happening, but also like he didn't even enjoy looking at her naked. Several people walked by and a couple glanced our direction, but no one really paid much attention to what was happening. I ran my hand over the redhead's ass, and said to her, "it turns you on to be naked," causing her to shiver as she said, "you know, it does," with a bit of surprise in her voice.
I then said to her fiancée, "do you like the way your girlfriend looks naked?" He looked her over and said, "yeah, I always have." So I asked, "So... why are you acting like you're looking at a statue or something?"