I emerged from my tent and squinted against the late afternoon sun. Characters of all types passed through with wildly differing outfits, some I'd even consider costumes, and decorations adorning their bodies. The smell of grilled meat caught my nose and just then I realized how hungry I was. Fucking that stud must have taken a lot of energy out of me. My stomach grumbled as I caught another whiff of the grill and my mind was consumed with thoughts of filling this emptiness.
I thought of going back into my tent, taking that stud's dick down my throat, and growing it long enough to coil multiple times inside my stomach. Maybe I could make a meal of his cum, or I could re-enact a truly literal version of that Flood My Guts movie. Then I laughed to myself at the absurdity of the idea and lit a joint before trying to find the source of that barbecue.
Not that I wouldn't love the opportunity to experience those things... But this was all very new to me. What if I overdid it? I didn't know how these things worked yet. After all, I didn't want to hurt the guy. A million questions went through my brain, a welcome stimulation from the upper strain I'd smoked. I was a researcher by profession, so these were of a natural and frequent line of mental inquiry for me. How did his body change? How does his circulatory system account for the added tissue and blood? Is his body generating new nerve cells? Could it damage his tissues? .....Could it kill him?
The last thing I needed was an accidental death on my hands because I decided to morph this guy's body out of control. I'd probably kill myself after that, truth be told.
I snapped out of my thoughts upon arriving at a food stand, not even really aware of my surroundings as I was lost in thought. It looked like they had a bunch of different meal preparations going on, but I saw another Burner walk away with a plate of tacos and decided on those. A few minutes later, I stood around eating and people-watching in the sparse crowd, still marveling at the outfits and occasional naked body, and stopped to stare at a particular woman in a plain, loose-fitting beige sun dress. She was taller than average - about 5'10", I'd say - with dirty blonde hair that went down to her mid-back and a beautiful face. Her shapely body held my eyes for a long moment. She filled out her dress quite nicely and I got a good look at her big cleavage as she walked. Her legs and ass were on the thicker side, which, if you couldn't tell by now, is something I really enjoy.
Why not her?
this voice suddenly asked. Almost without thinking, I let loose that same force of will I'd used earlier before catching myself. I guess I'd been able to stop myself this time since I wasn't nearly as horny as earlier, but it still had a noticeable effect. She turned to face me with a concerned look on her face, as if she'd just had an urgent reminder pop into her head that she needed to look for something important. Then the look turned to confusion, but she continued to look at me.
I decided to play it cool. I already knew I could control her mind, but I wanted to see if I could get things to happen in a more subtle way. Besides, women are put into enough non-consensual situations these days. I don't need to be one of those guys. I nodded my head at her and smiled before taking another bite of those dank fucking tacos. That seemed to put her at ease. Then I started meandering her way, just casually strolling in that direction as if I had no ulterior motive, and was relieved when she did the same.
As I got closer I noticed she had a tangle of thin gold bracelets hanging from one wrist and a curved bar through her septum. I could tell she was athletic but not afraid to put some food away and I imagined -being careful not to do any weird magic shit- what her sexy body must feel like. I could see a pair of pierced nipples poking through the thin material on her dress and had a good feeling about how things would go from here.
"Hey there," I said, breaking the ice. "Paul." I held out my hand. She smiled and extended her own.
"Erica. Nice to meet ya." She smiled back and I returned the greeting. She asked about the tacos and we decided to go back and get her a plate as well. We made small conversation, remarking on the number of people at the festival this year, sharing which activities we did, and volunteering bits of personal information here and there.
"I was heading back to my tent but for some reason I stopped, like I thought I'd forgotten something."
"Oh...yeah, I saw you look my way. You seemed pretty concerned," I said, playing it off and feeling slightly dickish for lying. Then an idea popped into my head. "So......what if I told you I'm a telepath?"
She laughed. "Oh, sure. Prove it." Feeling quite ballsy, I took her up on it.
I want to suck your titties,
I thought, making sure to project only my mental voice and nothing else. Her mouth dropped a little bit. "Nuh uh! Are you fucking serious..." she laughed again, more nervously this time.
You said you were walking back to your tent. That's always better with company, right?
She just stared at me for a bit. "How are you doing that?" she asked, more interested by the hows than my hitting on her.
"Sorry. Is it freaking you out? I can stop."
"No, no...it's cool. It's just.... Weird. Like, not in a bad way." She smiled again.
