Chapter 5 - Getting bad - the girls' changing room
Back home I sat on my bed. What had I done? What had I done? I had gone next door and actually fucked my neighbour in her bed, next to her husband right after they had done the deed themselves. I had gone way beyond where I had been before, I had gone to quite another level of badness. Temporal Man of Power would have been ashamed of me.
It was a long time later that I fell asleep only to wake to the sound of my alarm and a raging, as the phrase goes, hard-on. It was not just the need to pee because right there in my mind was a picture of Cindy without clothes and very clearly ready for sex. I had been dreaming of her. After last night how could I face her again knowing what I had done: yet at the same time I was thinking, why bother with clothes in future when I go around to help her out with her swollen breasts, so much easier if I am all ready for... indeed why not bring the camera! I was appalled where my thoughts kept leading me.
I dressed in my super hero costume to remind myself of my noble ideals but there was the shape of my erection pressed against the material. It was not keen on 'going down.' I should not have done it with Cindy, I really should not: but it had certainly been good. Cindy had felt just so marvellous.
Standing looking at myself in my costume in the mirror it suddenly came to me - TMP blazoned across my chest was reversed in the mirror as PMT. I groaned, what a jerk.
I was going around almost with 'Pre-Menstrual Tension' written right across my chest - anyone catching sight of Temporal Man of Power in the mirror must be killing himself - or herself - with laughter. What good had I been able to do as a super hero? It was all such a waste of time. The only good thing I had done was help Cindy with her breasts and really the good thing about that had been the sex for me... yes, the only good thing had been the sex... and there could be a lot more of that. I could do all sorts of things and have the most super amusing time of it. It was so much easier thinking up naughty - yes very naughty - things I could do with my TS ability than finding good deeds to do with the power. Perhaps Temporal Man of Power should become Time Stop Man - I saw nothing unfortunate in TSM or MST!
Much easier to enjoy myself. I had tried to be noble and useful but the world seemed to have rejected me - shown I was unwanted. Well, I had tried. I really had.
My thoughts, rather inevitably, homed in on the girls' school across town - particularly the showers and the changing rooms. Where else would a newly empowered sexually active time-stopper head to first? The image of all that fresh young girl flesh wet and hot from the showers and vigorous exercise was unnerving. Not though little girls, or even gently pubescent girls, but real developed girls with all the bits doing the right things in the right places. I wanted the proper things. There was fun to be had there with all those unrestrained breasts, all those soft rounded bottoms, all the variety of furry places to compare, ogle and, yes, touch.
The costume lay scattered about me; there was the true Temporal Man of Power in the mirror - naked and powerfully erect - and with a snap of his fingers time stopped. What an impressive sight in the mirror though, practically, I still needed a pee! I smiled at my reflection and my erect self. Time to go and see if Cindy was ready to provide my breakfast and perhaps a little more - though the girls' school beckoned. There was no need to dress to go and see Cindy, no need at all and I stepped out in my tumescent state into the street shutting the door behind me - Temporal Man of Power had no need for clothes! Look at his power rising in front of him! What an impressive sight.
Of course no one could actually see which was really just as well. It was a very strong erection (for me) but perhaps not the thing to see in the street when you've only just had your breakfast. Moreover there was another more practical reason. It was only when I was half way to Cindy's house that I realised Temporal Man of Power had made a really big mistake: I neither had the keys to her house nor those to my own - the door had locked behind me; I was naked outside, with a raging hard-on and still a desperate need to pee and whilst I was at the moment safe from embarrassment, ridicule and arrest: this would change if I was to start time. I was in real trouble. Bugger!
Luckily Temporal Man of Power keeps his cool; does not panic and thinks carefully through to a solution. First action - water the roses; second action - what on Earth was the second action?
With the hard-on I could actually water the roses over the fence. Up went my stream in the air in an impressive arc from the pavement. I certainly felt more comfortable afterwards.
Cindy's door locked: my door locked. Perhaps I had left a window open - I hadn't. Perhaps Cindy or Carson had left a window open? Luckily I was young and fit enough to climb fences but that is not so easy when you haven't got shoes on and guess what actually gets in the way and catches when you are going over the top of the splintering wooden fence - if you are male. Yes indeed, Temporal Man of Power's now deflated special equipment - less impressive and more an encumbrance now! Lucky no one could see me - it must have been most undignified.