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.
"I promise I'm not reading your thoughts or anything." We both chuckled a bit and I could see that she was at ease again. "Okay, you're the first person I've told. I just found out about this today. I don't know how or why, but all of a sudden I can project my thoughts to other people's minds."
Like I'm doing right now.
She asked me more about it as we walked, and I answered without being aware of where we were headed. I told her what I knew without being too revealing and making sure to leave out the more extreme parts I'd discovered. But I had a feeling she'd learn about those as well, and probably sooner than later.
"There's my tent," she indicated. Then she slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall below her breasts. They were gorgeous, perfectly round and massive, and tanned like the rest of her body. "I think you mentioned something about these," she teased.
I closed the distance between us, my eyes stuck on her tits, but instead I smacked her thick ass. "You're pretty cheeky, aren't you?" What a lame pun. She didn't seem to mind and beckoned me into her tent, slipping the dress completely off before she entered and giving everyone around a quick show.
I shed my own clothes and got on the sleeping pad with her. We exchanged a heated series of taco-flavored kisses and I quickly asked if her she watched South Park. She got the reference and we laughed before shoving our tongues back into each other's mouth. I kissed her massive breasts, covering all the skin but teasing her by ignoring her nipples until I could tell she was pushing them in my face. I sucked on them, my tongue flicking over the hardened tissue and warm metal of the piercings, giving the occasional bite and eliciting quick moans from her.
I moved my head between her legs, resting her sexy thighs on my shoulders so I could get up close. Her soft feet stroked my sides as I licked her lightly haired pussy, sucking on the lips in turn and grazing my tongue over her clit. She was wet by that point and I loved the taste of her juices. Then I got another idea.
There are other things I can do. Want me to show you?
"Wha... You want to show me something?" I responded vocally. "Uhhh...Okay. But don't stop what you're doing, homeboy." She playfully squeezed her thighs and held my face tight against her pussy for a few seconds. That caused my dick to spasm uncontrollably and I temporarily lost control of my inhibitions.
I consciously willed her vagina to get wet. Like, really wet. Not enough to make her dehydrated, if that even mattered, but enough to soak my face and chest. I wanted to do more, but I didn't want to freak her out. I figured that baby steps were the way to go if I wanted to play with her and not be in total control.
