Chapter 13: Master Timothy

March 18th, 1987

The next day at school, Suzi and Joey immediately noticed the difference in me, but they didn’t say anything until we were at lunch.

Our lunch table was a pretty popular table to sit at by now. Joey, Suzi, John, Brad, and I always had reserved seats, but the rest was first come first served. Today we had what had become a threesome sitting with us, namely Janos, Missy, and Linda.

Because everyone knew of our abilities, Joey, Suzi, and I didn’t have to hold conversations at lunch in secret anymore. But on this occasion, Joey thought that maybe we should.

Joey thought to me, <So, what was that ‘thing’ you did in 2nd hour all about?>

“What thing?” I said aloud.

Janos said, thinking I was speaking to him, “Huh?”

Joey said verbally, “You know. You’ve never had Mrs. Trist or any teacher show their tits to you, especially not in class.”

Brad exclaimed, “You did? Man, would I have liked to have seen that.”

I admitted, “You didn’t miss much. They were all droopy. But Mrs. Randel’s ... Now there’s a nice pair of tits. I can arrange a little stripte...”

Suzi said astonished, “Tim! What’s got into you? First, you borrowed Berry Johnson’s car before school and drove it around like a maniac, then you spun people around like tops in first period. John, what’d he do in third period? Turn everyone into two-year-olds that needed a spanking?”

“Hey, that’s a good...” I started, then changed my mind. “Go ahead, John. Tell them.”

John said, turning red, “Uh, well ... I was like horny and ... Well, I pretended Mrs. Randel liked me, and...”

After reading John’s mind, Joey exclaimed, “I don’t believe it. You made her blow him?”

Everyone was looking at me with shock plainly visible on their faces. Well, all but John who was currently relieved that no one was making his blushing worse by looking at him.

But I was smiling, not turning red, not trying to find reasons I did those things. Not the new me.

When Joey began scanning my mind, I said, “Joey, you can stop trying to probe me for tampering. There isn’t any. I’ve turned over a new leaf. It’s time for me to stop worrying about becoming corrupted. You and Suzi were right the whole time. I’m not going to lose control and ruin everyone. I’m like ... Free to do anything I want. And I know I’ll never want to hurt anyone. Well, except maybe Steven.”

Suzi finally said, “But ... Does that mean you feel you can make anyone do things against their nature?”

“Of course not. Randel had fantasized doing something like that ever since she started teaching high school. And Trist was a stripper back in college and missed the way it made her feel sexy when those college guys would stare. Nobody was in any danger when I drove Berry’s car around the track, and I gave those people I spun an easy A on the next test they were worried about. And no, I did not cause Steinberg to moon everyone from the bus window. He did it himself, and I was as surprised as everyone.”

When no one said anything for a minute, I said, “Come on, guys ... I feel like I’ve been let out of jail after being wrongfully put in there. I’m still the same guy you knew. Just a little more ... carefree. If it makes you all feel better, I’ll try to tone it down for a while. But I can’t promise anything.”

The conversation at the table for the rest of the lunch period was on the quiet side, but I figured they would get used to the new me in a little time. But I wanted Joey and Suzi to understand I wasn’t giving in to my desires and end up like Steven or worse.

So after we dumped our trash and stacked our trays, I put one arm over Joey’s shoulders and the other over Suzi’s. My mind recalled another important day in the history of our relationship that started with the very same gestures. I smiled to myself and couldn’t help but echo the words from our past.

“I’ve been thinking. The three of us have done practically everything together. I love you two more than anything, and I know you feel the same about me. You’re both worried about the fact that I feel so ... Free!” I said, spinning us around outside the cafeteria.

I continued, “I think it’s time for you two to get to know the new me. And first I want to show you that you don’t have to worry about me. I’m going to become like Santa Claus and give people things they never imagined they could ever have. And right now, someone desperately needs a little Christmas right now.”

Mellie Taho, AKA Jelly Jello, was fat. Her face was fat, her thighs were fat, her ass was fat, her hands, fingers, toes, and feet ... you get the idea.

To make matters worse, she was always horny. She masturbated three times a day at school, had a collection of XXX videos, and constantly was going to the sporting events to see who was well equipped. Swimming and wrestling were her favorites, and she often dreamed of the entire swimming team ripping her clothes off to pinch and feel her mounds of fat.

She was a Vietnamese orphan who was shipped to the states and adopted by a young couple at the age of six. Her adopted father’s fourteen-year-old brother introduced her to sex at the age of nine, and they did it intermittently for nearly two years before he found a girlfriend his age. He told her he wasn’t interested in a girl with such little meat on her bones, not explaining he was talking about her tiny breasts. Mellie’s weight tripled in six months, and she later was devastated when he called her a fat slut.

But while she had been porking out, she also had been masturbating, and by the time she saw the truth about him, her mind had associated the fattening foods and increased weight with her sexual release. Every time she tried to lose some weight, she would eventually break down and pork out, producing multiple orgasms as she ate and frigged.

Mellie had just sat down in her fifth period freshman English class when she remembered Tory Dial was going to be reading his story in class. She pressed her thighs together, feeling her already wet panties get a little warmer from the fresh juice she was making.

Of all the cocks she wanted, Tory’s was on the top of her list. Not only was he the best swimmer on the freshmen team, his joy pouch looked fuller than the rest, and the fact he resembled Chris, her adopted father’s brother, only made him even more desirable.

She brought herself out of her lustful fantasy when the bell rang and reached for her purse to get her pen. As she dug through the empty candy wrappers and sticks of gum, her eyes caught a slight movement of someone standing beside her.

Suzi said, “Mellie? Hi, my name is Su ... Sabrina ... I’m here to help you.”

“Huh?” Mellie said, glancing around to see if anyone was looking. No one seemed to notice anything unusual was happening. In fact, Mr. Webb was starting class while this stranger was standing in the middle of his classroom.

Mellie asked, “Help me? With what? My English paper?”

Suzi said, “No, no. I’m going to help you with men. You know ... Like Tori over there.”

I grimaced, realizing she was pointing to Jack Kinney. I pulled her hand back so she was aimed at the right person, then knelt down beside her when I realized several people in the back were bobbing back and forth like pendulums. Even though they couldn’t see me, they couldn’t see through me either.

“What do you mean, help me with ... men,” Mellie asked, suppressing her urge to press her legs together tightly again as her twat tingled. “You’re going to get me into trouble if you don’t leave me alone.”

Suzi grinned and said, “No you’re not. Right now, nobody can see you, hear you, or even feel you.”

“Mr. Webb,” Mellie called as she put her hand up. “Mr. Webb, this girl is bothering me. Mr. Webb! Hello?”

Suzi looked down at me with a questioning look, so I smiled and nodded.

Slipping her fingers under the base of her shirt, Suzi said, “Maybe I can help you get his attention.”

Mellie watched in shock as Suzi pulled her shirt up over her head, then removed her bra.

Suzi cried, “Hey, Mr. Webb! Look at me!”

Suzi put her arms above her head and shook her naked chest, follow by her covered ass. The rush Suzi got from the embarrassment she felt was almost as much as the rush Joey and I got watching her.

“Shit, Suz,” Joey exclaimed from his seat on the teacher’s desk. “If you’re going to do that anymore, I’m going to have to leave or something.”

Not hearing Joey’s comments, Mellie asked, “Who are you?”

Suzi said, “Who am I ... I’m like your fairy sex mother. Ew ... That sounded corny. I need a better name.”

Joey snickered, “How about the ghost of virginity’s past?”

“You want me to give you a name?” Mellie asked, confused.

“No, not you ... There are others like me here and ... Never mind. Just call me Sabrina. So, how about it? This fairy godmother doesn’t have all day.”

“I guess so, err, Sabrina. But why are you helping me? Did I do something and you’re my reward?”

“Why am I helping you ... Hmm,” Suzi said, nudging me. “Because, let’s see ... Because you lost your real parents, and you were tricked by your adopted uncle, and I think you’d be a great fu...” Suzi paused to stomp on my hand, “a great friend to someone.”

“Who?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see. I’m not going to tell your future too. That costs extra,” Suzi said as she put her bra and shirt back on.

“You mean I have to pay for this?”

“No. Although I’m starting to wish I was getting paid,” she said, looking at me. But then she turned to Mellie’s chubby face and said, “Take your stuff to your locker and leave everything there. Then meet me by the soda machine in the boys’ locker room. And don’t worry. No one can see you.”

“The boys’ locker. WAIT! COME BACK!” Mellie cried when I made Suzi disappear in her mind.

“The boys’ locker ... By the soda machine...” Suzi repeated as she and I left the room.

Mellie ran out of the room a few moments later with Joey on her tail to make sure no one would see her.

Suzi and I headed straight for the boy’s gym, finding the gym class getting ready to start their basketball game. Suzi’s pet Kyle was surprised to see us and immediately came over to us.

Kyle asked hopefully, “You guys want me?”

Stroking his bare chest, Suzi said, “We didn’t come here specifically for you, but I’m happy you’re here.”

“Oh, Mistress. You’re ... I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I know...” Suzi said before giving him a hot kiss. “We’re going to help someone, and we need to borrow a few guys from your gym class.”

I finished my blanket command and managed to ‘throw’ it by myself. It sort of worked, catching everyone but three guys, but I quickly rectified that.

“Okay, guys. Line up,” Suzi cried. “How many of you fellas been with a woman before?”

“Uh, Suzi?” I said when most of them raised their hands. “You’re going to have to be a little more ... specific about what you mean. All those who are still virgins, sit down.”

Almost half of the guys who had their hands up sat down, along with the other six who hadn’t.

“Oh well,” Suzi sighed. “Okay. The eight of you will have to do. Tim? If any of them look good to me later, can I keep them?”

“Maybe. We’ll see. But remember, you only have one ring left.”

Suzi led the nine guys out the door while I made arrangements so the remaining virgins wouldn’t notice their classmates were gone. Kyle and I ran upstairs to grab some supplies, then followed the others down to the locker room.

As expected, Mellie was already inside. Joey let us in the back way and we carried the bottles of oil into the varsity locker area where Suzi led her group.

I asked, “How many of you are wearing jockstraps? Okay, you four strip down to them, the rest of you, take everything off.”

There was considerable resistance to that, especially from the five who weren’t wearing jocks. But I didn’t have to do a thing to convince them after Suzi stripped, picked up two bottles of oil and said, “Who’s first?”

As Suzi started oiling up the first volunteer, I started to give them my pep-talk.

“Men, standing outside this room by the soda machine, stands a young girl who has been wronged in life. Her birth parents are dead, and the guy who took her cherry when she was only a child dumped her for a slut his own age. Some of you will probably find her body to be a turn off at first. She’s fat. Very fat. In fact, she has enough extra skin to make two more people. But underneath all that extra padding lives a little girl who only wanted to be loved and adored.”

The looks I was getting from them wasn’t very encouraging, so I changed my approach. “Now, I know. You’re thinking, why should I care about some fat chick with a sad story. I’ll tell you why. That girl out there is a sex demon ready to be born. She has more lust in her pinkie than all of you have in your dicks. Her layers of skin and fat are just waiting for men, real men, with long tongues and sucking lips to gorge themselves on her mountains of flesh. Her breasts are larger and fuller than your heads, and her ass ... Her ass waits to be groped and fondled.

“And then there’s her pussy. Her cunt. Her fuck hole. That mountain of orgasmic pleasure hasn’t been fucked for three years and longs for cock so bad, she is always wet. Yeah, you guys know what I mean. And her pussy juice almost pours out of her when she frigs herself sitting on the can in the girls’ restroom, dreaming of one of you rubbing their dick against her blubbery skin, or sucking her waves of fat. And when she imagines feeling one of you roll her enormous thighs apart and plunge your skinny, bony face into her sopping wet womanhood, she pretends your open mouth and entire face gets hits by her sex drink, instead of ending up on the floor wasted for all eternity.

“So, if there is any boy here who doesn’t wish to experience a once and a life time sexual feast meant for the gods, they can stay here as the men go pick up your pretend Mistress, play along with the illusion that you’re all just a bunch of willing slaves, and go forth to put a terrible wrong to right. Turning a sweet lonely fat girl into the slutty woman she so desperately wants to become.”

My speech was a little too good. I realized later I had been using my emerging empathic abilities to taint my words with the emotions I wanted them to feel. Not only did it stop Suzi’s work, but I also found Joey getting stripped himself.

Right then, the world seemed to stop. Sounds, movements, everything around me failed to gain my attention as I looked at Joey’s nude body and realized I wasn’t the only one who had become a man. I hadn’t noticed how Joey’s body had been developing into the well built young man he had become. I felt my heart painfully sadden at his masculine figure and powerful muscles. I knew I would never again feel comfortable holding him or fondling him. I simply was not attracted to men at all, and all I could see standing before me was just that.

When he looked up and met my eyes, Joey saw my unhappiness and frowned. He gently probed at my mental barrier, so I cracked it to let him in. His frustration showed on his face as his hardon went down. The sounds and movements of the others started to penetrate my shock, and as I took notice of what the others were saying to me, Joey slipped his underwear back on, deciding he wasn’t going to participate after all.

I finished my arrangements, then with Joey’s help, we picked Suzi’s light body up and laid her down across the nine oiled men’s paired shoulders. Suzi knew what to do, so Joey and I remained behind as she was carried out to start Mellie’s new life of sexual fulfillment. But before I went to help deliver that new life, there was an old one had to be concluded first.

Joey wrapped his arms around me from behind, just like I knew he was going to do. His chin came to rest on my left shoulder, and I couldn’t help but tense up for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Joey said softly.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” I replied. “It’s no one’s fault.”

“I know, but I’m still sorry,” he said, rubbing my chest like only he and my mother do. “I don’t know, Tim. We aren’t kids anymore, but we’re not finished growing. At least I hope we’re not. And ... I can’t believe I’m saying this, but feeling your muscular chest and your hard ass is really starting to turn me on.”

I turned around and struck him in the jaw. Not hard enough to damage anything, but enough to shock him.

“Don’t you ever let me hear you talk that way again, Joey Theodore Connor. You have never been comfortable about the possibility of liking homosexual sex with men, and you’re not going to force yourself now just for my sake. We’re not two horny boys experimenting with the pleasures of sex anymore. So don’t look at me like that.”

Joey pushed me on to the floor and landed on top of me, stunning me more than anything.

“Look, you fuck head. I’ll not ready to say it’s over. And if you think for one minute I’d make myself want homosexual sex because of you...” Joey savagely kissed me, and the emotions he emitted while doing that caused a stirring in my groin and a shocking lust to continue it when he broke off.

Joey said, “You think too highly of yourself. You know, you may have turned over a new leaf, but you are the same old Tim. That’s the Tim I want to do shit with. Not Tim the Man.”

Joey then got up and said, “Now pull yourself together and get back to work. I’m going to go find Julie or someone and have a quick fuck. Between your speech, Suzi’s oiled body, and your hard bod, I’m about ready to rip anyone’s clothes off and rape their ass, male or female.”

I watched him walk out the back entrance before getting up myself. I heard Suzi say something meant for me, so I checked on their progress.

“I said ... Our visitor should be getting sleepy any ... That’s better. Boys, help Mellie out of her clothes and oil her up.”

Everyone but Kyle hesitated. It appeared my pep-talk had worn off and they were all having second thoughts. To save time and energy, I gave them a spike of lust whenever they laid eyes on Mellie. Their dicks snapped back up, and one by one they followed Suzi’s command.

Mellie’s eyes were fogged over while the five oiled ‘men’ undressed her. The other four remained with Suzi, each holding a bottle of oil in their hands, waiting anxiously for the first group to step away and reveal their work.

When they did, the six of us stared from seeing her large nude body for the first time. Her hugeness was almost as incredible as the way she moved as she breathed. It was gross, yet erotic, especially from the way one hand was roughly fondling her right breast while the other struggled to find her clit from under her rolls of fat hanging down. And when one of the guys moved forward without being told, there was suddenly no need to stimulate their desire anymore.

All four oilers were busily rubbing their hands all over Mellie’s moaning body when she finally wanted to sit down on the floor. Suzi broke it up and had them move into the shower area before letting them continue. I reached out to have a janitor come to clean up the mess we had made after nearly landing on my ass from slipping on the oil on the floor.

The other five were trying to get a piece of the action by the time I joined them in the showers. Mellie eventually laid down to spread herself out as much as possible, allowing seven of the eight to work at the same time. Kyle was dutifully attending Suzi, and he wasn’t even in his slave persona.

After watching hands roll and kneaded Mellie’s blubber all over her body for a few minutes, I started to move towards Suzi to join Kyle in our own little rub-down. But Suzi had other ideas. She grabbed a forgotten bottle and pulled him down to the ground with her. I watched Suzi squirm as Kyle began thoroughly oiling her breasts and tummy, neither one noticing me standing five feet away.

I wasn’t really upset. Suzi was doing what Joey and I had been doing for the past six months. Enjoying the diversity of pleasure my abilities brought to us. And yet, it was kind of painful to see her forget me like that. But I kept telling myself I had done the same thing many times, although never while she was standing right there alone.

I tore my eyes off them as Kyle’s nose dived into her mound, and instead, I concentrated on the mass of moaning flesh I was responsible for.

The eight remaining extremely aroused males constantly struggled to keep their hands on Mellie’s jiggling body, never quite able to do much more than fondle her oiled layers of skin. I began directing their movements in a more orderly fashion. I made them spread her legs and arms out more, then assigned one at her head, one at her puss, one at each breast, and the remaining four received a limb for themselves.

Very quickly the hands were replaced with their mouths and tongues. The body oil was quite tasty, and sweat and saliva quickly replaced the oil in depleted areas. I had to take even more control over the feeding males when a fight almost broke out. Mellie had cum with a loud cry, flooding Neil’s mouth and face with her sexual juices. The slurping sounds Neil made were so loud and obvious, they all scrambled to take their place at Mellie’s wet cunt.

So now I was instructing them to take turns and concentrate on only Mellie’s pleasure and not their own. Once the third gusher had been cleaned up, Mellie suddenly lurched to her left, then again to the right, snagging a dick with each hand. After stroking the pricks for a while, she started to cry for the others to rub their dicks against her.

Mellie orgasmed again from the sensations of stroking the cocks with her mouth and hands, feeling two more fuck across her breasts, and another pair humping away on her big fat thighs like dogs around a bitch in heat. The only cock that wasn’t in use was the one where she wanted it most.

One by one, the seven dicks came, each one spurting their wad on her massive stomach, breasts, and thighs. I then made them rub their spunk all over her skin, driving Mellie to another orgasm.

Once Mellie had finished spurting her own load, she started crying for one of them to fuck her. I was having to restrain them all from following that request as I stripped for my own entrance.

Joey and Julie entered the locker room as I slipped my underpants off. I quickly sent the commands to Mellie making Julie invisible to her, then had an idea and asked Joey to help.

Mellie and her eight rubbing and sucking attendants were startled out of their lusty daze by an explosion of white light and wind. They didn’t move from their positions as a hovering white ball of energy grew to three feet in diameter in front of them. Another flash and gust of wind came from the ball as a handsome figure emerged out of it.

I carefully stepped over the imaginary threshold, keeping the illusion Joey and I were supplying. Once I stood up straight, Joey began closing the portal, quickly bring the special effects to an end.

The eight stunned servants remembered their instructions I had given them just a minute before and started bowing to me on their knees. My eyes never left hers, and no words were said as I stepped forward then waited for the ‘slave’ between her legs to crawl away. I kneeled down between her spread thighs, crawled my way up her mountainous body, and paused with my dick’s head just below her slit.

Her hands tried to pull me up to enter her when I didn’t continue, but my gaze began to burn through the fog in her eyes. When they were clear, I gently kissed her parted lips, pleasantly surprised by her equally gentle response. Once my lips pulled away, she opened her eyes and peered into mine again.

I commanded while sending the words directly into her mind, <From this day on, you will no longer stay in the shadows to passively watch the boys. You will talk to them, let them know who you are, and what you want.>

I paused a moment to let that sink in, then sent, <You have a choice to make, Mellie. You can become the fat slut you want to be so badly, making yourself into a fuck toy to be used by the men around you. Perhaps you will even experience your dream of fucking the entire swim team and sucking every dick you can get your hands on.>

Then I gave her a smile and sent, <But there is a second option open to you. You can become the loving, sexually appealing woman you were meant to be. All you have to do is focus yourself on the goal of getting slim in order to make Tory so hot for your body that he begs you to fuck him, and not the other way around. You have it within you to make each and every one of those guys worship you like a goddess, instead of the whore you are becoming.>

I saw her struggle with my words, weighing them against the incredible orgasms she had when she pigged out. I knew it wasn’t something she would be able to decide that instant but suspected her lust for Tori was stronger than for her food.

Her lips sought mine, so I gave her a passionate kiss before luring her into sleep and rolled off of her.

We barely had enough time to shower, dress, and return Mellie to her class before she woke up startled by the bell.

As her classmates left the room, Mr. Webb noticed her confused looks and asked, “Mellie, is there something wrong?”

“I ... guess not,” she said as she got her stuff together to leave. “For a moment, I just forgot where I was.”

“Well, next time you fall asleep in class, I’ll make sure to remind you,” Mr. Webb said. He was rather confused why he had let her sleep through the entire class, but then promptly forgot all about it.

“So, do you think it worked?” Joey said as we walked out.

I said, “I think so. And if it didn’t, she’ll just have to live with it. I don’t want to fight my urge to fuck like that again. I was considering even doing her ass.”

“And what an ass it was,” Joey said, remembering. “You know something? I kind of hope she doesn’t lose all that weight. She’s so big, she’s fucking erotic.”

I let out a humorous snort and said, “I know what you mean. Listen, I’m going to sixth period. Do you want to keep an eye on Suzi’s fun, or shall I?”

“I was hoping you would join us for some fun ourselves, but if you don’t feel like it, I guess I can do it.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you at practice,” I said as I hurried away. I had a very good reason to not miss the beginning of sixth hour.

Ms. Johnson taught the Consumer Economics class I took that second semester. It wasn’t until the third day sitting in her class that I ran across something interesting about her.

I was browsing a few of my classmate’s heads who I was not familiar with, when I suddenly felt a weak probe touch me. I instantly concentrated on my work, somehow managing to keep my excitement from forming until after the probe finished. Once I concluded that the probe wasn’t going to return, I started doing my own probing, using my empathic skills which could not be detected by others.

I had scanned the entire class, and almost gave up when I noticed Ms. Johnson staring intensely at a girl named Becky. When I scanned Ms. Johnson, I found her aroused and seemed to feel a need to dominate someone. When I determined she wasn’t really aware of how her probing actually worked, I took a chance and probed her thoughts.

What I found had surprised me, and I had been strongly tempted to get involved in her game of domination and submission. But the old me felt it would be wrong to tamper in her affairs and pushed my good ideas about it out of my mind.

Today I was going put several of those ideas to work. Over the weeks since that day, I kept myself apprised of her affairs out of curiosity. As I sat down in my seat, I checked to get re-caught up on Ms. Johnson’s plans. I was a little disappointed to find she had rescheduled her after school get-together tomorrow for next week, but that wasn’t going to spoil my fun today.

Ms. Johnson and I both carefully watched Becky come into the classroom and sit down at her desk. Becky kept her eyes lowered, feeling Ms. Johnson’s steady gaze beat down on her. The gaze made Becky’s heart pound and stirred the tingling feeling in her groin. Just before the bell rang, my own steady gaze was noticed, first by Becky, followed by Ms. Johnson.

When Becky gave an involuntary shudder of pleasure, Ms. Johnson suddenly found herself with a competitor. The very idea one of her students could possibly dominate her own submissives - and possibly herself - stirred her anger, and to her surprise, her lust.

She switched mental gears when the bell rang. She started class just as usual, but her eyes kept returning and lingering on me as she talked. When she passed out the workbooks we were going to be using for the rest of the year, she attempted to begin her domination of me by holding the workbook out too far away for me to reach without stretching.

Oh, she was good. She made it appear as if she had too many of them in her hands and would drop them if she attempted to hand me mine. But instead of getting up and giving in to her game, I simply asked the person in front of me to grab one and pass it back.