Chapter 8

Without Amara’s ‘instant clean’ trick, I decided a shower was in order. The bus ride with Laura had left me feeling not so fresh. Luckily, I was only a couple of minutes from my gym. A quick 10-minute shower, then I could finally get some food.

I had an epiphany at this point. My first wish wasn’t just to have control over other minds, but my own as well. The reason I felt hungry was that my stomach was telling my brain I was. Surely, it would be easy enough to just silence, or at least reduce the volume, of that part of my brain?

Trying it out on the street probably wasn’t the best idea, so I hurried the short distance to the gym and hoped the changing rooms were empty. I had joined the gym just after I turned 16. I’ve always been pretty active and had a healthy diet, which left me with a lean/athletic build. I had joined the gym hoping to bulk up a bit and tried to go 2-3 times a week.

I realised it was redundant now. My physical muscle mass and definition increased more over the past few days than they had in the six months since I joined. My physical appearance wasn’t an accurate representation of my strength. I could use sexual energy to enhance my strength beyond what should be possible. It was all a result of bonding with a genie.

It would be interesting actually to test the limits one day. See just how far I could go.

My gym was a 24-hour place. All the members needed a key fob to get in. Other than the cleaners, it was unstaffed. The closest you got was the personal trainers who worked out of the gym. Walking in, I glanced around to see who was in. It was only just past 8 am, and it was pretty quiet. I think it was a bit too soon after Christmas and not quite new years yet. I knew that in the first couple of weeks of the new year, it would be rammed with the “new year, new me” people.

Most wouldn’t last a whole week. They rarely do. They go four times in one week, burn themselves out, and then make excuses for the rest of the year.

I recognised the three guys in the free weights area. The hardcore gym junkies that never missed a day, did all their meal prep, chugged protein shakes, and had all the gear. I didn’t know them beyond a head nod, but they seemed like decent enough guys. I bet I could seriously freak them out if I went over and started repping a barbell loaded with their max—they were all about three times my weight and ripped.

The only other people were one of the PT’s stood on a stationary treadmill while her client walked on the one next to her. The client was nothing special. Short, overweight and not very attractive, but I respected her for trying to get into shape. The PT, however.

Martina Ricci, 23, not a virgin.

She was a stunning Italian girl with a fantastic body. She was a PT, after all. Kind of hard to trust a fitness instructor who’s out of shape themselves. As a PT, your body is sort of like an advertisement.

‘Hire me if you want to look like this.’

I had often admired her when she was doing her workout. I always noticed how the surrounding machines seemed to fill up quickly whenever she started working out. I particularly enjoyed watching her using the StairMaster. I have a theory that female gym wear was all designed by men, and its primary focus was to entice more men to join the gym. Martina was fond of skin-tight booty shorts and sports bras beneath a loose sports vest.

I was particularly fond of how she looked in them. I might have to come back and see if she would join me in the showers one day. With my new powers, having any girl was possible. I thought back to Laura and realised I still had a little thinking about how using my abilities to have sex fell on my moral compass.

The gym had three vending machines. One held bottled drinks, another protein shakes, bars and pre-workout shots. The third held things like padlocks for the lockers, mini shampoo and body wash bottles and gym branded t-shirts. My jeans are pretty clean; a few wet spots, but mostly okay. My shirt, however, had ended up beneath a bus seat and was dirty. Plus, I was sweaty and dirty underneath, which had transferred onto my shirt.

Pulling out my wallets, I used the contactless pad and brought a gym tee and body wash. I headed into the changing rooms and took a seat on one bench. Closing my eyes, I focused on thinking about my hunger and blocking the part of my brain registering hunger.

To my surprise, it worked. It was almost too easy and used hardly any power. I had assumed it would have taken at least a few attempts if it worked at all. It was just a simple thought, and it worked. I would need to be careful, however. I needed to make sure I switched it back on; otherwise, I could end up missing meals without realising. While my powers used sexual energy, I still need food to function.

Grabbing a clean complimentary towel from the basket, I stripped and stepped into the shower and scrubbed away the sweat and cum leftover from my bus ride with Laura. There wasn’t much I could do about my jeans other than blasting them with some deodorant someone left out. Honestly, they weren’t that bad. I had stripped off pretty early on with Laura, so avoided getting dirty. I gave myself another blast of deodorant and then pulled on the gym tee.

I was halfway between a standard t-shirt and a tighter fitting compression shirt. It fit really well. It was tight enough to show off my recent muscle growth, but not so much that I became uncomfortable. Satisfied I was mostly presentable and smelling a lot better, I headed out. I got an odd look or two as I headed out. I had only been there about 15 minutes and hadn’t even attempted a workout. I still wanted to test my new strength, but food and further testing my powers were the priority.

I chose a small cafe on the high street. It usually served hot drinks with cakes, sandwiches, baguettes and panini’s. Kind of like a coffee shop crossed with a deli. But, from 6 am-11 am, they made a full English breakfast, which was exactly what my body craved. I headed over to the counter and smiled at the barista.

Shannon Oak, 19, Virgin.

Now that surprised me. She wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but she was beautiful in a girl next door kind of way. Soft chestnut coloured hair pulled into a ponytail stuck out the back of her cap. She had delicate, friendly features with a big genuine smile that gave her adorable little cheek dimples.

Her uniform, comprising black trousers, a white button-up shirt and a full green apron, did little for her body. Luckily, all I needed to do was focus a little, and her bubble expanded.

Shannon Oak, 19, Virgin

Height - 5’4” Weight - 54kg 34DD - 30 - 36

Health - Good STI - Negative

Relationship Status - Single Orientation - Bi-curious

I was surprised she was so busty. Her uniform really did nothing for what read as a beautiful body. She should have had her choice of partners. It’s rare for anyone over 16 to still be a virgin these days. Maybe it’s her bi-curiosity that kept her from fully committing to going all the way, boy or girl.

I was curious to look a little deeper, but the short walk to the counter only gave me so much time to check her and her bubble out.

“Good morning. What can I get you?” She asked with a brilliant smile.

She had that perpetual perkiness that seemed to be a job requirement for baristas. Maybe it’s all the free caffeine.

“Hi, could I get a full English, extra everything but hold the black pudding and a cup of tea, white, one sugar.”

She looked at me, a little confused.

“Extra everything?” She asked for clarification.

I guess most customers don’t ask for extras on a meal that’s already a solid 1600 calories.

“Yeah. In fact, just charge me for two.”

“You want two full English breakfasts? For yourself?” She asked in disbelief.

She was adorable.

“I’ve got a big appetite. If you could bring one out, then cook the second. By the time the second one is done, I should be finished with the first.”

She looked me up and down as if she had missed a large belly or something that might show how I intended to consume such a massive amount of food. The tight-fitting gym tee hid nothing and only emphasised my muscular build. I felt a brief flutter of arousal and noticed her cheeks blush slightly when she realised I caught her checking me out. Because of company policy or her own choice, she wore very little make-up. The blush made her even cuter as it brought a little colour to her cheeks.

Ducking her head and tucking a stray hair behind her ear, she rang me up and set about making my tea. I smiled to myself when she used the shiny reflective surface of the LinCat to check herself out and adjust her hair and cap.

Rather than place the mug on the counter like she usually would, she handed it to me. Her fingers lingered as they brushed mine before she pulled away a little too quickly.

I took a seat in the corner to wait and indulge in people-watching with added mind reading. I always enjoyed discretely watching people go about their day and imagine who they might be or where they might be going.

Like the smartly dressed businessman ordering a coffee to go, he was a secret agent working for MI6 on a mission to infiltrate a terrorist cell. Or the cute Asian girl sitting in a booth with her laptop was a cam girl doing a public show. Any minute now, she would flash her tits to her fans, hoping no one noticed.

It was a silly game, but it helped pass the time. With my ability, however, I knew the truth, and it was far less interesting.

The MI6 agent. Actually, an insurance salesman. The Asian cam girl. A student was working on a paper. She came here because her roommate was having distractingly loud sex.

The kitchen server, her name badge naming her as Pip, brought me my breakfast.

Philippa Dines 18, not a virgin.

Height - 5’5” Weight - 52kg 32B - 28 - 36

Health - Good STI - Negative

Relationship Status - Single Orientation - Bisexual

Interesting. I wonder if she knew about Shannon’s bi-curiosity.

She had golden blond hair tied up in a messy bun that was probably purposefully messy rather than a lack of caring. She was slim with her casual jeans and pale blue tee combo showing off her body better than Shannon’s uniform. I guess they must have been short-staffed, as kitchen workers are never supposed to leave the kitchen to serve food.

She had an adorable smile and was more traditionally pretty than Shannon. She wore a little more makeup, giving her slightly pink cheeks, full rosy lips and misty blue eyes lined with dark liner. I prefer minimal make-up that accentuates a girl’s natural features rather than hiding them. Pip’s did just that.

‘Shannon was right. He is a hottie. Maybe I’ll slip him my number before she does.’ She thought she approached.

Her tits were no bigger than the twins and actually looked smaller on her larger frame. She was still very slim, but she was more than a foot taller than the twins, and it made a difference. Her tight blue tee, although just a simple v neck, showed them off well with how tight it was.

‘Oh God, he’s getting hotter the closer I get. I knew I should have masturbated before work. I hate working horny.’

Now that was interesting.

“Hi, I’m Pip,” she said with a smile as she placed my food before me.

“Thor,” I replied.

“This looks great.”

“Your sure have a big appetite for a guy with such a fit body,” she said, putting emphasis on the ‘fit’ and being very blatant as she checked me out

She was much bolder than her co-worker. Talking of whom, I felt a simmering of jealousy mixed with desire from Shannon, who watched from the counter. It went both ways for her. She was attracted to both of us but felt jealousy towards the two of us for being the attention of the other.

“Well, I’m still a growing lad. Need the calories to keep me big and strong,” I said in a joking manner, although I wasn’t lying.

My sped up metabolism was my body craving for the essential ingredients to maintain my accelerated growth. It has been less than a week, but I have gained a solid 15kg of pure muscle already.

“I bet you’re plenty big” Pip flirted back heavy on the innuendo.

There was no doubting which part of my anatomy she was talking about. I was incredibly tempted to show her just how big I was. My stomach growled and demanded I get my libido in check and concentrate on feeding it. Pip smiled at me and slowly sauntered back towards the counter. She was purposely walking slowly and adding extra sway to her hips, knowing I would be watching.

She might not be as busty as Shannon or any of the other girls in my life, but it didn’t matter. She more than made up for her smaller bust with a spectacular ass. It was truly magnificent. Amara was literally designed to be the perfect embodiment of sex. But I would say Pip’s ass was on par with Amara’s.

Quite outstanding when you consider Amara’s supernatural origins. Of course, I couldn’t truly compare them without seeing them side by side, naked and on all fours. Something I felt compelled to make happen. I watched her ass as she walked back to the kitchen and looked up just in time to lock eyes as she looked back over her shoulder at me. She smiled seductively before disappearing around a corner.

I eagerly dug into the massive plate of food before me. Three thick slices of bacon, two thick pork sausages, two fried eggs, fried tomato, fried mushroom, a liberal amount of baked beans and two slices of toast cut corner to corner. All that was missing to make it a true full English was the black pudding I had yet to develop a taste for.

Just the fact it has fresh blood in it made me feel queasy. No thanks.

Just as I was finishing up my first meal, I remembered to switch my hunger back on. Again, it was almost too easy. Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad that the wish included an almost intuitive knowledge of how to use it. It was just unexpected. I had thought there would be a lot of trial and error.

“Hey, again, handsome,” Pip said, sliding up the table and gently bumping with her hip.

“Ready for round two?” She somehow made anything sound like an innuendo.

“I’m always ready for a second round,” I replied, trying to emulate her, but only marginally succeeding.

Pip didn’t seem to mind.

“Hmm, I bet you are,” she purred, turning to leave a taking my first empty plate with her.

As she turned, she stayed close, making sure her perfect peachy ass pressed against my side before leaving. I blatantly watched her ass as she walked away. She knew I was staring and winked at me before she returned to try the kitchen.

‘God, I need to cum so badly,’ she thought.

With both Shannon and Pip showing a sexual interest in me, I wondered if the changes I underwent had something to do with it. Something beyond just being more muscular. Maybe pheromones or something more magical. There was always the chance it was my increased confidence, or perhaps I just never picked up on it before.

Reading a woman’s intentions, even one as brazen as Pip, was always hard. Being able to read their minds and know their innermost thoughts helped a lot.

I finished my second plate with almost as much ease as the first, but finally felt my hunger fully sated. I would probably be hungry within a couple of hours as my body tried to make up the calorie deficit from yesterday.

Despite already having more sex in the past 24 hours than most would in a year, I was horny again. My hunger satisfied; my sex drive was now demanding its share of attention. I decided it was time to get to know Pip a little better. She certainly acted like she was up for it.

Shannon was too busy serving to noticing me walk past the end of the counter and through the ‘staff only’ marked door that led to the kitchen.

Pip had her back to me and was bent over, giving me a world-class view of her world-class ass. She didn’t notice me as I walked up behind her. She stood and turned, letting out a startled little squeak as she bumped into my chest. I cut off any attempt at conversation by pulling her waist close and kissing her.

She started stiff, which was to be expected, but quickly relaxed into the kiss and soon had her hands on my arms and was kissing me back.

‘Oh my God, this is crazy,’ she thought.

I moved my hand over her body, exploring the curve of her ass and the slope of her breasts. I pulled at the knot holding her apron around her waist, and it fell to our feet. I stepped over it as I walked her backwards to lean against the wall.

‘This so fucking hot,’ she thought as she kissed me back with a needful intensity.

Still making out, I slid a hand past the waistband of her trousers and teased her pussy through her underwear. She tried to protest slightly, so for the first time since entering the kitchen, I employed my powers to check her mind.

Not that she didn’t want me to. She was just as up for it as I was. Not only was she horny as hell and attracted to me, but she was also cautious in case someone else walked in. I quickly swept the nervousness and fear aside before coming back to myself and continuing to rub her through her panties.

With her fear and nerves gone, she was free to indulge. She gripped my shoulders and spun us, so I was up against the wall, and she was in control. I could have quickly taken back the lead, but it was an exciting change to have her as the aggressor. She dropped to her knees, her hand trailing down my torso. She quickly unzipped my trousers and pulled down both my jeans and boxers in one quick movement. She grinned and cooed with lust as she took hold of my rigid cock.

“You weren’t lying about the big and strong thing.”

She looked up at me as she slowly licked the length of my cock from balls to tip. She continued to tease me with long licks, never actually closing her lips around my cock, and it was wonderful torture. Moving from my cock to my balls, she lifted my shaft and sucked one into her mouth for a few seconds before switching to the other, bathing each with her spit. As she sucked my balls, she slowly jerked my cock as it lay along her face.

She looked so sexy, looking up at me from behind my shaft, my balls in her mouth and her small hand jerking my cock. Her soft, wet lips parted around my cock as she slowly sank down onto my cock until her nose was touching my belly, my balls against her chin and my cock deep in her throat. She held me there, her nostril’s flaring as she breathed around my dick.

It definitely wasn’t her first time handling an enormous cock. I peeked into her mind a learnt she had been in a few relationships, but none lasted. Pip was a nympho to her core, and her boyfriends could never keep up with her sex drive. As a result, she had amassed quite a collection of sex toys. She had literally taken matters into her own hands. Included in her collection were half a dozen giant dildos she’s trained herself to deep throat on. Her practice was time well spent. I could already feel myself getting ready to cum.

She purred her throat, vibrating my cock as she pulled back her tongue, ticking my shaft as it passed. With just her lips slightly parted, kissing the tip of my cock, she started her slow descent once again until I was once again fully buried in her throat.

She kept this up, going faster each time until she was violently fucking her mouth onto my cock, spit streaming down her chin and onto her t-shirt covered chest. It became too much, and reasserting my control, I pulled her head tight against me and held her there as I poured my jizz into her stomach. Like a good little slut, she didn’t resist and swallowed every hot drop.

Releasing my hold on her head, she slowly pulled back and fell back, her legs curled beneath her.

‘Holy lord, he cums a lot’, she thought.

“There’s no point in keeping this on its drenched,” she said, pulling her shirt off over her head and unclipping her bra.