Chapter 50

After leaving the bathroom, the night continued much as it had; with wild and unrestrained sexual abandon. The hours blurred into an endless stream of sex and debauchery, with a few moments standing out in my memory amongst the smorgasbord of sex.

I remember following through on my promise to take Priya’s anal virginity, something that she enjoyed immensely. She liked it so much that she sought me out another three times over the course of the night for repeat performances. I even saw her pinned beneath Esme at one point, getting railed in the ass by the futa succubus.

Priya wasn’t the only virgin to give anal a try. In fact, every single one of them took a turn getting buttfucked at least once. None of them enjoyed it as much as Priya did, but they each came hard all the same.

I also had a second, much more satisfying tryst with Anna. The improvements were largely, although not entirely, due to her sister Lexi joining in. Call me predictable, but I felt that having a threesome with a pair of sisters was way hotter than with two unrelated girls. I was also more appreciative of her massive rack this time around, despite my preference for natural breasts.

Speaking of threesomes with sisters, when the orgy eventually wound down in the early hours of the morning, Elsa and Elsie were the last two girls standing. I capped off the night by fucking my little sisters to a thunderous climax. When I finally came, the twins begged me for another ‘jizz baby’, and I was happy to oblige them.

So while once again appearing to be heavily pregnant, the twins kissed me goodnight before curling up together while I made my way over to Amara. I slipped in behind my lover and wrapped my arms around her.

“Mhhm, love you.” she sighed, still mostly asleep.

“Love you too,” I whispered back.

“Your wish has been granted,” she replied, even softer.

I didn’t really dream that night ... I remembered.

What is your first memory? Think back as far as you can. What do you remember? How old were you, four or maybe five years old?

There’s a psychological phenomenon called ‘childhood amnesia’ that affects us all. It’s the inability to remember anything from your childhood, and it generally affects memories up to the age of four, but can vary. Memories continue to deteriorate as you get older, eventually causing memories up to the age of ten to start fading.

Previously, my earliest memory was more of a vague flash from when my father and grandfather had died in an accident. I was only two at the time and couldn’t remember any specifics from way back then, so I had no real memories of my father. If not for the pictures my mother kept around the house, I’m not even sure I would be able to recognise him.

My most vivid memory from my childhood was my seventh birthday. I had been begging my mother for a red mountain bike for months. On that birthday, she had dragged a huge box out of the closet and I had just about gone wild after unwrapping it.

Well, those were my earliest memories, but not anymore. With my new wish enhancing my memory, I could remember everything.

Everything!

The earliest memories didn’t make much sense, I had been a baby after all. Everything was too bright, too loud, and I hadn’t developed enough to create proper memories. Gradually though, things became clearer.

It started with sensations and emotions. The warmth of being held in my parents’ arms, hearing their steady heartbeats as they held me to their chests. I remembered the love in their eyes as they stared down at me.

It was these memories of my father that I cherished the most. Losing him while I was so young meant I had no real memories of him. Now with my magically enhanced memory, they all came rushing back. There were memories of him playing with me as a baby, crawling and then learning to walk. There were the stories he would read to me at night, and all the times he comforted me while I cried. For the first time, I remembered what my father’s voice sounded like.

Then came the memories of his death. I remembered how much my mother, sister, and grandmother had cried at the news. I remembered hearing Mom and Lauren crying from behind closed doors, and Mom’s attempts to explain why Dad wouldn’t be coming back to my two-year-old self.

Part of me wished that those memories hadn’t returned, but at the same time, another part of me was glad to have them. Having a sense of what my mother had gone through and done for me and my sisters gave me an even deeper appreciation for her strength. Dad’s death left a gaping hole in her life, and while Laura was slowly filling that hole, I was now more determined than ever to help fill it completely.

If not for Mom’s unexpected pregnancy with the twins and the support of her mother-in-law, I don’t know how she would have coped. The birth of the twins was a new memory as well. I remembered feeling them kick from inside Mom’s belly, which was something I hoped to be able to feel again someday.

I remembered my grandmother taking us to the hospital and then spending the day exploring the building with Lauren and I before she drove us all home. I remembered standing on tip-toes to see the twins slumbering in their crib, with my mother and grandmother standing over me. My simple toddler mind hadn’t thought much of them, but I had known they were my sisters like Lauren, and that I was excited to meet them. I guess Mom’s comments about me growing to love them came true, if not quite in the same way she had planned.

After that, more memories started flooding in. Some of them were effectively new to me, while others were an improvement on vague recollections. Birthdays and Christmases, my first day of school, making new friends, and my first crush all stood out the most. It wasn’t only the events of my life that came back to me though. Every book I had ever read, and every lesson and class, even the ones I’d only half listened to, all came back to me. Everything I had ever heard or seen I was suddenly able to recall with complete accuracy.

That’s when it clicked. My wish had been for perfect physical and mental recall.

I had assumed the perfect memory would start from when I made the wish. I didn’t realise that it would go back and restore all the memories I had lost and the information I had forgotten. I assumed it was due to the amount of power put into making the wish. Whatever the cause, just the memories of my father alone made this the most valued out of all my powers.

All of this happened in my sleep, my life flashing before my eyes as I slumbered. When a vivid replay of the last few weeks finished playing in my mind, I started to wake up.

The first thing I noticed upon waking was the sound. Everything was louder and clearer, like I had switched from a pair of cheap earbuds to a pair of audiophile headphones. I spent a few moments just listening to the world around me, and found I was able to single out specific noises without completely ignoring everything else and getting overwhelmed.

The smell was the next thing to stand out to me. Inhaling deeply, I found all the usual smells: my genie lover’s hair, the fabric softener the hotel used, and so on. But I could also smell my mother, sisters, harem, and every other girl in the room. I could smell the material the curtains were made of, the lingering scent of candles and rose petals wafting in from the bathroom, and so much more that I couldn’t identify just yet. Two things I didn’t smell though were a mass of sweaty bodies and the cloying smell of sex. Amara must have used her powers to clean everyone up after I fell asleep.

Third, I noticed how different everything felt. Amara’s smooth skin was as perfectly soft and supple as it ever was, perfect was perfect after all, but everything else had extra depth to it. The bedsheets, which had been so luxurious just a few hours ago, now had a distinct texture to them. They weren’t rough or coarse, this was a high-end hotel after all, but I was able to pick out individual threads when I ran my fingers over the soft fabric.

Finally, I opened my eyes and saw the world like I’d never seen it before. I carefully pushed myself up to sit against the headboard, doing my best to not wake anyone. The bed was much more heavily occupied now than I had ever seen it before. Amara was still close against my right side, while on my left Ellie was snuggled up in between myself and Maya. The darker skinned girl was spooned up behind the tiny redhead, with a hand cupping one of Ellie’s small boobs. My mother, Laura, and Cathy were piled up together on Amara’s other side, and I saw one Priya from the twins’ ballet class sprawled out over the foot of the bed. The rest of the girls were spread all around the room, harem members and party girls alike.

Like what had happened with my hearing, it was like my eyes had gone from standard definition to 4K. Everything looked sharper and more defined, the colours were more vibrant, and more detailed than I had ever imagined possible.

I had wished for perfect mental and physical coordination and memory. The sheer mass of sexual energy powering my wish looked to have taken it a step further than I had anticipated, and cranked my memory and my senses up to eleven.

Somehow the massively increased amount of information flooding my mind wasn’t completely overwhelming me. Thanks to my new power, I was able to compartmentalise, filter, and comprehend everything. With careful movements, I managed to extract myself from the bed without waking any of the girls. Picking my way around the slumbering forms using the cushions on the floor as their beds, I made my way across the room and slipped out the door. I closed it behind me, thankful that the well-oiled hinges made no noise as the door swung open and closed.

I immediately made a beeline for the bathroom, strutting naked down the hall. As I walked, I marvelled at the just how much I was now able to see and take in. I could tell that a patch of wall had been repainted at some point, and that a lightbulb in one of the wall sconces was just fractionally brighter than its brothers.

I used the toilet, brushed my teeth, and had a quick shower before drying myself off. The sensations of water running down my body, the subtly shifting temperatures in the steamy air around me, and the soft caress of the towel rubbing against my skin were all so much more than they used to be. Everything had an extra depth to it, and even the simplest touch was a layered experience.

While I was fascinated by my amazing new abilities, it was slightly distracting. I focused my mind, trying to narrow the scope of my senses, and slowly the massive influx of information reduced down to a more normal level. A quick test confirmed that I was still perceiving the same amount of detail and remembering it all perfectly, but most of it was filtered out, leaving my conscious mind clear and uncluttered.

On my way out of the bathroom, I donned a hotel bathrobe and then called room service to order the equivalent of a small feast. Being able to order food so easily despite the early hour was something I would miss when we left the hotel.

Despite not having purposefully looked at a clock last night when the twins and I finished up, with my newly enhanced memories I was able to recall that it had been about 2:45 AM. ‘Guess I don’t need that fitness tracker app to log my sleep anymore. I am the tracker now... ‘ I thought to myself.

My mind told me that it was now 6:51 in the morning, which I confirmed with a quick look at the clock on the wall. Despite having only slept for about four hours in total, I felt fully refreshed and ready to take on the day.

I had some time to kill before my breakfast would arrive, so I made myself comfortable and decided to test out my new powers further. After last night, my power levels were down to about a fifth of what I’d amassed ahead of the orgy. My enhanced senses and memory were a very slight passive draw on that pool of energy, which I was glad to see was more than enough to do some tests. I had intentionally tried to have a good amount of sexual energy stored up, just in case my new power required a large amount to work properly. Fortunately, I now found myself with a bit of a surplus of energy to experiment with.

I spotted Lauren’s backpack leaning up against the wall and opened it up, uncovering a few of her university textbooks. She was studying to become a Midwife and had just gotten into a student transfer program, so she would be studying close to home at Oxford from now on.

The book I pulled out was big enough that it could be used as a blunt weapon if needed: The Oxford Handbook of Clinical Medicine. My sister had said that this particular book was more for medical students and newly qualified physicians, but that it was a useful reference and she’d managed to get this one second-hand for a great price.

‘This’ll do,’ I thought to myself, returning my sister’s bag to its previous spot.

Sitting down at the breakfast bar, I opened up the book and started leafing through the pages. I wasn’t really reading the words on the pages, just skimming through them, taking no more than a few seconds per page. As I flipped through the chapters, I noticed a marginal increase in the amount of energy my power consumed, which I found interesting. It looked like the more information I processed and committed to memory, the greater the power usage was.

Eager to discover more, I returned the book back to Lauren’s bag and walked into the lounge. Searching for inspiration, I opened up the YouTube app on the massive smart TV. I started scrolling down the home page, looking for anything that stood out to me.

When I passed over a video tutorial for a yoga routine, a memory of Emily flowing through a variety of poses and forms floated to the surface of my mind. She had adopted the exercise to try and develop some sort of control over her nymphomania. Unfortunately, it hadn’t worked as well as she had hoped, as she enjoyed sex too much. Despite that small failure, she stuck with it because she enjoyed it and it was great exercise. Her improved flexibility had been rigorously tested by my sister and I since she had joined my harem, something all of us thoroughly enjoyed.

I searched for ‘hardest yoga poses’ and was served up hundreds of results. Not particularly bothered by the actual validity of the claims of different poses being the most difficult, I just opened up the first one that looked good. I watched the six minute video all the way through, noticing a slight increase in the draw on my energy reserves while I watched.

When the video ended, I took off my robe and moved onto the open area between the couch and TV.

“Here goes nothing,” I mumbled to myself.

The first pose had been called The Scorpion. I knelt down on the carpet, with my forearms and palms flat on the floor in front of me. Taking a deep breath, my body moved almost on its own accord. With my weight resting entirely on my forearms, I lifted my legs, hips, and then torso up into the air in a smooth, controlled motion. That was where the smoothness ended though, as when I tried to continue the motion and bend myself backwards, I found I wasn’t flexible enough to manage it. While I had the raw physical strength to pull the pose off, as well as the knowledge of how to go about doing it, my body lacked the flexibility to actually contort itself into position.

I lowered myself back down to the floor and took a moment to make myself bendier by increasing the elasticity of my muscles and tendons, and noticed my energy levels drop a good bit. Physical changes always took more energy than mental ones, after all. Focusing and taking another deep breath, I tried again, and this time my body flowed seamlessly into the pose. Without fully returning to the floor, I moved purposefully through the entire routine, adapting the transitions along the way without even thinking about it.

The Scorpion to an Eight-angle pose, followed by a fluid transition into The Crane, which I punctuated with a few press ups, just because I could. Then The Grasshopper into a Side Crow, and then repeating the entire routine over again, before returning to my feet. Feeling accomplished, if not particularly challenged, I was pleased with the results of my tests.

Not only had I memorised and perfectly executed each pose, I had smoothly transitioned between all of them. Of course, ever the horny teen that I was, I wondered how my new flexibility might translate into bedroom antics. I might just have to get myself a copy of the Kama Sutra, assuming either Lauren, Emily, or Esme didn’t already have a copy...

Any further experimentation with my powers or horny ponderings would have to wait though, as at that moment there was a knock at the door. I quickly pulled on my robe and let the porter wheel in a trolley piled high with food. I was famished, and over the next half an hour I methodically consumed over 5000 calories with ease.

I played around with my senses as I ate, slowly increasing my sensitivity to taste, texture, and temperature and seeing how it changed the flavour of my breakfast. I found there was a fine line between being able to enjoy the complex and varied flavours, and being completely overwhelmed by the sheer number of flavours I was being exposed to. I was just finishing off my third plate of eggs when I heard a pair of soft footsteps approaching.

I looked up and saw Elsa and Elsie walk into the kitchen, both completely nude, their stomachs having returned back to their normally flat and toned state. The twins’ blonde hair was a pair of wild masterpieces of bedhead, and they had that glow that only well-fucked and happy women had about them as they made a beeline for the food trolley. The swing of their gently widening hips drew my eye and nearly hypnotised me with its enticing movements.

“Hey Thor, I thought I smelt bacon.” Elsie said, leaning over to give me a kiss.

Elsie copied her twin, before grabbing her own plate. “Hmmm, I’m starving,” she said.

Despite being distracted by their casual nudity and frankly ridiculous body proportions, I did notice a few new changes in them. Both of my little sisters had gotten taller overnight, growing from 4’11” to 5 feet even. The change was in line with the trend of their orgy-driven growth spurts producing diminishing results every time. Maybe the decreasing growth spurts were a sign that they had finally caught up to a normal height for their age and would only be growing naturally from this point on.

What was definitely not natural, or at least natural looking, were their improbably large busts. Their large D-cups, which looked fuller and sat higher on their chests than they had just last night, were somewhat out of place on such small girls. Proportionally, they looked more like they should be eighteen or nineteen years old, rather than fourteen. It was only their cute and deceptively innocent faces that alluded to their actual age.

As I concentrated on the pair of them, the illusory overlay that showed how they would grow to look like in the future shimmered into existence. The image wasn’t locked in stone, and it couldn’t tell the future. Rather, it was a projection of how they would develop naturally into the future if nothing changed about their life.

This new projection had only changed slightly. They still had another ten inches to grow to reach their natural full-grown height of 5’10”. That was quite tall for women, if slightly less than our mother’s statuesque build. If nature took its course from here on out, my little sisters would grow up to be a pair of tall, slim, and toned knockouts.

There were a few changes compared to the first time I had seen this, but they were all fairly subtle. A little more toned in some places, a slight tan, that sort of thing. The most noticeable changes were to their tits, their waists, and their hips. Their previous image had indicated that they would each develop a mouth-watering set of D-Cups, while the new projection showed DD’s. My guess was that this was due to the breast milk enhancement I had given them. Their waists were also narrower, and their hips wider, somehow making their already killer hourglass figures even more alluring.

As they sat down and started to demolish their own huge plates of food, I let the images fade and instead turned up my level of perception as I studied my twin sisters.

While Elsa and Elsie were identical twins, my new power highlighted a number of minute physical differences between the two of them that I never noticed before. Elsa’s eyes were ever so slightly more upturned at their corners, and the tip of Elsie’s cute button nose was slightly more rounded than her sister’s. Elsie’s nipples were just fractionally higher on her breasts than her twin’s, while Elsa’s were a little thicker. There were a number of other small differences as well, mostly freckles, the occasional mole, and faded scars accumulated from the occasional gymnastics-related injury.