This story is a tribute to the magnificent works of Aginor.
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Dominic's Diagnosis
by Pan
Everyone was awake when I entered. Odd, for such a late hour, but not the strangest thing that had ever happened to me. Certainly not as strange as what was about to befall the poor family whose house I'd picked at random.
When I first realized my powers, I used them to right wrongs, to avenge the wicked. Now...now I'm far worse than the most wicked villain I ever vanquished. Now I delight in taking normal, innocent families, and...let's just say by the time I'm done with them, they're no longer innocent.
Penny and her parents were watching TV when I entered. Dominic was in his room - he and Penny were twins (oh how I adore twins) and, based on the erotic energy I could sense coming from his room, he was masturbating.
Perfect.
"Hello," I said, and with a simple push, everyone knew exactly who I was and why I was there.
"Hello, doctor," Aaron said, standing to greet me with a handshake. "Thank you so much for coming around so late."
"Not at all," I said as Marie turned off the TV, and faced me with a worried look. She was so concerned about her son - they all were.
"I'm afraid it's gotten worse," Marie said, a hint of awkwardness in her voice. "We think he's in there right now..."
"Very well," I said, gesturing to the dining room. "Shall we?"
Marie and Aaron sat down next to each other, every bit the picture of worried parents. Penny stood by the door, not sure if she should be here for the conversation or not.
"Sit," I said, and I didn't even need to push her - Penny immediately sat down, wanting to know exactly what she could do for her twin brother. "Now, everyone, this kind of thing can be extremely uncomfortable. Are you ready to proceed?"
"Of course, doctor," Marie said urgently. "Please...let us know what the next step is."
I paused, taking in the sight in front of me. It had been child's play to implant the memory in their brain - the idea that Dominic's masturbation habits weren't normal, that he had some sort of sick rare disease that required professional help.
And now they were mine for the taking.
"There's no easy way to say this. Dominic is probably not going to stop any time soon."
Marie went white, and Aaron gripped her hand firmly.
"Please, doc - go on."
"Unfortunately, there's no cure."
Their faces sank.
"But...there is one thing that we can consider. It's a bit unusual, but it's the only thing I can think of."
"Anything," Aaron said, and Marie nodded frantically in agreement. "We'll do anything."
"Well," I said, hesitating to enjoy the tense look on their faces. "Marie - the easiest way to stop your son from playing with himself is for you to take care of it for him."
There was a pause as the family processed what I was saying, and then both Marie and Aaron's faces simultaneously reddened - Marie's with embarrassment, and Aaron's with anger.
"Now look here!" he began, leaning toward me, his eyes threatening to burst out of his head. A simple push from me was all it took to stop him in his tracks, and with a confused look, he fell silent.
"Dad!" Penny admonished from the door. "The doctor is just making a suggestion - he's trying to help! There's absolutely no need to be rude."
"Of course," Aaron said, sitting back in his seat, the puzzled look still on his face. "I'm...I'm sorry about that."
"Is there no other way?" Marie asked quietly, and I turned to her with a sincere look on my face.
"I'm afraid not. If you don't help get him off, he's just going to keep on...masturbating."
All three faces blanched as I said it out loud, the word that they thought had been plaguing their family for months now. Now it was my turn to sit back and wait.
I could have pushed Marie all the way, obviously. But more and more, I was enjoying giving them a moral - and sexual - dilemma, and seeing if after I'd taken them three-quarters of the way there, whether they'd push themselves the rest of the way.
She was disgusted by the idea, of course - I hadn't altered that in the slightest. But she was also so scared. Dominic's masturbation problem was chronic, and - as far as she was concerned - one of the worst conditions that an eighteen-year old boy could go through.
It took a few minutes, but finally she nodded. That was all that was needed. Everyone in the room knew what it meant - she'd taken it upon herself to get Dominic off, each and every time he needed it.
And after the changes I was planning on making to his mother, I knew that he'd need her help a
lot
.
"Wait!"
Again, Penny had spoken up from the doorway. I turned, curious to see what she felt the need to add to the proceedings.
"Mom, you can't...help Dominic. It's not right."
I was about to push, just to shut her up, when she continued with something that - I won't lie - had me pretty intrigued.
"Let me do it."
"What?"
Her mother and I had answered simultaneously. Without me making any alterations besides adding worry about her brother's health, Penny had volunteered to start getting him off, just so that her mother wouldn't have to.
"I'll...I'll do it," she said, her confidence slowly slipping. I didn't say a word - I was curious to see how this would unfold.
"Don't be ridiculous," her mother responded, and Penny's tone turned defiant.
"Why not? It would just be jerking him off. It's not like I've never done that with a boy before..."
"Oh
have
you now?" Aaron began to interject, but I silenced him.
"Actually," I interjected, "jerking him off would really be just as bad as letting him take care of himself. It's going to have to be more than that."
This time it was Marie's daughter whose face went red at the same time as hers, as the implications of what I was saying sank into both of their minds.
