Chapter 1

Peter had a headache. He had been having them for almost a week now. It wasn't so bad when he was alone, but for some reason, every time he was around other people it grew. After the first few days he had dropped going to classes. Sitting at a lecture for 2 hours surrounded by 100 other students was more than his head could take.

He sat in the corner of the library now. He had to get his studying done and this was one of the only places at Uni where there were so few people that he could concentrate.

Except for a couple sitting a few tables away from him, he was alone in the library. Somehow Peter was aware that his headache would be less, if there weren't there. He wanted them to leave. The more he thought about it, there more his head hurt, and the more he just wanted them to leave.

Suddenly, without a word to each other, the couple got up and left. It seemed a bit weird to Peter, but was just happy they were gone. His headache lessened considerably and he could finally get some work done.

After he was done with his assignment Peter decided to get a doctor's appointment to get his head looked at. It could not be normal to have a headache so long. He had taken some painkillers, but it had not helped at all.

After calling the office, the secretary said that the doctor could see him later that day. Peter went home to his apartment to make himself some food and kill the few hours before the appointment.

When he got to the doctor he was told to take a seat, and the doctor would be right with him. Sitting in the office, his head starting to hurt a lot again. There were not that many people in the room. Only an old couple waiting before him and the secretary behind the desk, but the old couple was sitting so close to him that his headache was terrible.

The secretary was kind of cute, a little older than him, not more than 30, maybe less. She was wearing a white formal shirt, which was shaped to show her slim waste and her amble breasts. Her legs were covered with tight jeans. She had long blond hair which went down past her shoulders.

He would have liked to talk to her, but he couldn't think strait, let alone have a conversation, with this headache. If only the old couple would leave. Again his head started to hurt more the more he thought about the old couple leaving, and again after a few seconds the old couple got up and left, without saying a word to each other.

This got Peter curious. It had to be a coincidence. He had said a word or anything, right?

He didn't have much more time to think about it, before the doctor came out looking for the old couple. When the secretary said they had left, he asked Peter to come in instead.

After explaining the symptoms to the doctor, the doctor examines peter. He did all the usual test, but couldn't find anything wrong. Peter did have a little bit high blood pressure, but this could be from the headache more than the other way around.

The doctor told Peter that this meant that something more serious might be wrong. Peter didn't like the tone of his voice. "It is quite possible that you have a brain tumor, which is pressing against your skull and causing your headaches." he said. Peters eyes got big and he felt sick all of a sudden. "Don't be alarmed yet, we don't know anything yet, and even if it is true, there is many options."

Peter took a big breath and tried to calm down. He looked at the doctor. "What happens now?"

"I will book and emergency time for you at the hospital tomorrow to have your head scanned. In the meantime, go home and get some rest."

Peter thanked the doctor for the help and left. As he walked home to his apartment, he wandered about calling his parents and telling them about the situation, but he didn't want to worry them if it turned out to be nothing. On top of that he really wasn't in the mood to listen to his mother's constant worrying. It would not cheer him up the slightest.

The next day Peter went to the straight to the hospital. After they emitted him and found him a bed, a battery of tests was made. Quite a few times his head was scanned in various different machines.

Peter spends almost a week in the hospital. When he realized that it really was serious, he had called his parents who had come down to be with him. The doctors had confirmed that Peter indeed had a tumor, but it didn't look like or behaved as cancer or anything else they knew about.

They told Peter that he was in no immediate danger, but they would keep him some time for observation. After this Peter told his parents to go home, and he would be fine. His headaches had also started to disappeared, so he figured that the doctors were doing something right.

After about one week more the doctors came into Peter's room. They showed Peter different scans and started to explain what they had found out. Something had indeed grown in head, but it looked more to be a extra brain center more than a tumor. It had stopped growing a little time before he had send his parents home, and none of the other centers around it seemed to be damaged in any way.

While the doctors could not fully explain what had happen to him, they saw no reason not to send Peter home. Thought they suggested that he did regular follow checks at his regular doctor. Relived, but very confused, Peter left the hospital and went home to his apartment.

While walking home, he thought about some of the strange events which had happen while he was in the hospital. He had started out sharing a room with two other patients. He had preferred to have his own room, and thought about asking the doctor about it, but knew that it was not reasonable, so he never asked.

However, when the doctor came in one day, the urge to ask the doctor anyway, but before he really formulated a question, the doctor said that he would find some other room for the other patients.

Peter was again very curious. Could it be that he had affected the doctor somehow? What about the times before that?

He had decided to try it out on one of the nurses, when she came in to check up on him. He wanted to start simple. She was holding a clipboard and a pen, so he tried to make her drop her pen. He almost jumped, when it worked. He laid down immediately again, because his head hurt again.

When the nurse bend down to pick of her pen, he tried to make her turn, so she presented her ass to him as she bend over. He was pleasantly surprised, when she stepped over the pen, turned around, so she was facing away from him, and bend over.

Her tight white dress was stretching over her nicely shaped butt and became slightly see-through revealing black laced panties underneath.

Peter had wanted to try a bit more, but his head had hurt too much at this point, for him to try anything more.

Peter did more experiments while he was in the hospital to se, what he was capable of. He couldn't really believe what he was doing. He realized that his head hurt less and less as time went by. He also found out that he had a harder time making anybody do something, if it didn't seem natural for them.

Making the nurses bend over to pick up a pen, or bend a little extra when checking he blood pressure, so he could see down their shirts, but when he tried to make one of the nurse's strip, it had hurt a lot.

He was able to make her do it, however. She had opened the top of the dress, exposing a gorgeous set of breasts. But, before he could make her do anything more, another nurse had come in the room. The exposed nurse had looked at him strangely and then quickly bottomed up again. He hadn't dared move on from then.

Now he was out of the hospital however, and his head hadn't hurt for the last day or two. Peter thought that it might have something to do with the tumor stopping to grow. He therefore felt it was time to really test of his apparent new power.

He had thought about calling over a call he kind of new, and who was really hot, to test it out on, but it seemed that the subjects knew and remembered what was going on, and he didn't want her spreading word about him.

It was a warm, sunny afternoon so he sat down in front of a street café and thought about his options. Just then a good one came walking by. She was tall, with long brown hair, and a nicely curvy figure.

She was about to sit down at an empty table a few meters away from him, when he willed her to come sit down with him.