Jim is the sort of Orfer who simply doesn't understand why I'm even allowed in the group. To him, every single act of outright debauchery and corruption—no matter how temporary—is something to be discouraged. Of course, I think it has more to do with what you have to work with on a day-in, day-out basis. I deal with sex crimes—really strange, really sexy, sex crimes. He deals with politics, keeping would-be Hitlers or worse from rising to power. Despite our differences, I know he's just as powerful as I am. I don't know how many times he's kept an uppity congressman from literally taking over the world.
So, after I used a waitress in the restroom while we waited for our hot wings, he gave me the assignment: an involuntary metamorphic nymphomaniac. A metamorphic nymphomaniac is a person (usually female) who, in response to certain stimuli, will morph into something to be used sexually by anyone nearby (or a specific person, etc.). The "involuntary" part means that the person changes without any control. I still remember the words he said that day: "This one's yours, Mr. X." He calls me Mr. X because my name is Xavier. Apparently, many mind controllers are named Xavier, but I digress....
Once I worked my way into Samford Sanitarium (yes, it is still actually called a Sanitarium), I started looking for the affected person. It was pretty hush-hush; apparently, the authorities had been looking into her condition and there was discussion of calling the CDC—which would get the Feds involved, and nobody wants that. Jim has enough headaches. So secret was this patient that even probing the minds of random workers didn't work; I just happened to walk by her room and caught her confused thoughts. She was also aware of the changes and her actions, I discovered, but found them disgusting at best. Some of the changes she found horrifying. Her mind was frantic and she paid more attention to her actions during her transformations than to what was happening to her body, so I needed some test subjects.
Thankfully, the four guards just inside the door (wearing Hazardous Materials suits) would do just fine. I have one of the two female guards (the gay one) lock the door, and examine the patient, Selena Scribner. My mind came back to the HazMat suits worn by the guards as I wondered what could trigger the change besides me using my powers when it hit me—it must be touch-activated.
On the bed was Selena. She was unrestrained, and a picture of beauty. To my amazement, her tits were real—not helped out by any controller—and only mild body sculpting and toning, and hair removal below the waist (save for a heart-shaped pubic mound of blue hair) had been done to her. Shame, she was a natural beauty. She had dark brown, almost black, eyes and black hair. Her skin tone was also a bit tanned.
All files pertaining to this woman were in this room, and upon examination, I found that the woman has two teenage sons and a husband; I found from her case file that she had apparently molested both of her kids orally, and even her own mother. They all denied this happening and passed a lie detector test (no doubt, an automatic telepathic command sent out by the victim after the act), but a baby-sitter camera installed picked up the action. After a doctor, also under video surveillance, examined her (and got a great blow job captured on tape), the FBI took control of the situation and put her here. They were coming back in a few days to examine her closely and have left the cops in charge of her safety with orders not to physically touch her. That meant I had to call Jim.
With the call out of the way, I decided to start testing. I had male guard #1 take a glove off and touch Selena on the arm. Instantly, her (probably C-cup) tits grew to DD's, her eyes turned green, her hair grew from shoulder-length to down to her ass, and she ripped his pants off. He didn't protest; his brain had just been told by the "program" in her brain to enjoy the ride and forget what happens after she's done.
On her knees in front of him, she quickly put his now erect manhood into her mouth and deep throated it. Reaching around to probe his browneye, she moved her head up and down on his pole, scratching the now red fingernails on her other hand into his chest. She moved faster and faster, and when he was about to come, put a finger up his ass. He blew his load down her throat and she swallowed it all. He quickly washed up in the nearby bathroom. When he returned, he had his gloves on again and had forgotten what happened. Selena was back to normal, knowing what had happened but not processing the reality of it.
I scanned him and discovered that Selena's body changed into the form of his most dirty fantasy girl. And, when she was done, she changed back. It seems that she changes into a fantasy girl, gives oral sex, and changes back, both parties forgetting what happened.
The other male guard got a similar treatment, without the ass-play, but including a titty-fuck and a huge cumshot all over her small, perky tits. The lesbian of the group was next, and upon contact, Selena became an apparently 18-year old hyper-slut with blue eyes. When the guard was out of her clothes, she straddled Selena's face and ground her dripping pussy all over Selena's mouth. Selena was fingering the guard's asshole pretty soon, and that prompted the cop to drop her face to Selena's crotch, which was covered only by a hospital gown that was soon moved aside. At that point, I noticed something nice: Selena's tongue was 7" long out of her mouth, and she was using it as a dildo. It wasn't not too long before this guard had her own orgasm, drenching Selena's fact and upper gown. That bit surprised the guard, too, and when I did a quick check, I found that she was now a squirter. That was odd.
I was honestly curious to see what would happen when the heterosexual female guard touched her. The guard was straight as an arrow, so to see if they would default to leabian action, I had the straight guard kiss Selena on the pussy. The guard found the entire journey from the door to the crotch of the woman on the bed rather difficult; she knew she was about to lick a pussy and she somehow could not stop her movements. When it happened, she was disgusted, but that changed when she looked up. Selena was still a woman as evidenced by her (now) clean-shaven slit and (now) A-cup tits, but was more muscular and downright masculine. When she opened her mouth, an erect dick popped out. Yep, whoever did this is kind of sick, but does think of everybody. When the guard was naked and on the bed, Selena moved so that she was between the guard's spread legs and used her 10-inch tongue-cock to fuck the married mother of four into the greatest orgasm of her life.
A few minutes later, the cop got on her hands and knees and shoved her ass high in the air. Selena stood up and fucked her in the ass with her mouth-prick until she came again, all the while rubbing her own clit with one hand and the guard's clit with the other. It required some good balancing skill; I doubt I could have done it without some kind of harness attached to the ceiling. Once a shot was fired in the guard's ass, she went to the bathroom with a blank look and came out again, cleaned up and dressed, and also with a little program in her mind to cheat on her husband at every opportunity. I fixed that quickly, and removed the alterations to the other guards, leaving the squirting lesbian's "gift" intact.
Well, it was time to fix the broken woman. First, I put her to sleep, and then removed the automatic programming and morphing. I summoned some power and removed the incest and subsequent arrest and hospital from her active memory and slid in a new memory of a nice vacation at home, which explained her 1-month absence from work. By using some extra power, anyone involved with the incest and arrest—the kids, the husband, the cops, etc.—also lost all knowledge of it. Jim would make sure the records were destroyed. With the major work done, I "re-booted" her brain, and she woke up.
"Thank you! I have no idea what's happening, but you helped me, didn't you? That guy made me do horrible things with my mouth... and my mouth was like a pussy sometimes... and a dick... what the fuck, my tits would grow and my hair and... and..." she was clearly confused.
"Yep. I helped you, free of charge, too. The guy who did this to you was captured last week and, well, he won't be fucking anyone in any way any time soon!" That made me laugh, but I stopped quickly—she didn't think this was a laughing matter. Also, she made a couple of requests to me, once she understood my power to repair her. I was happy to comply.
"Hi honey!" Selena said to her husband, Tim, who was just pulling in at 10:00 pm. The kids were already asleep, and she was calling from her bedroom.
"Hey, babe. Sorry I'm late..." was all he got out before he stopped speaking. He had noticed that she, in her naked splendor, was standing before him. She had apparently shaved all her body hair and was kneading her tits, her new, larger tits. They were noticeably larger, as were the nipples. He dropped his briefcase and walked towards her, at which point she stopped him with her hand. Then she clapped her hands once. Although the sight of her naked always makes him horny, as soon as he heard the hand clap, his horniness increased 100 fold and was focused on her. He wanted her now. He NEEDED her.
"Wait till you see this." She concentrated, and, right in front of him, transformed into Sheri, her husband's ditzy but slender and very pretty secretary. However, this was Sheri with bigger tits. "Oh, so that's who you were thinking about? Well, let's see what we can do with you. It seems you are having very naughty thoughts about your secretary, and we can't have that."
"Selena? Is that you? But how did you know... and how did your tits..." he stammered before his brain accepted her morphing ability as normal.
Ignoring him, in a high-pitched voice, Selena/Sheri asked, "Do you want me to take a letter?" At that, she dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt. She kneaded his cock through his underwear, and slowly pulled the garment down to his ankles. He stepped out of his shoes, socks, pants, and boxers, and threw his shirt on the couch. She urged him down to the floor, and placing him on his back, she sat on his face. He instantly knew what to do, and as his tongue probed her clit and his fingers fucked her pussy and asshole, she blew him slowly. She repeatedly brought him to the brink, but she wouldn't let him cum.
After several minutes of this torture, during which she had four orgasms and he had none, she laid back on the floor. He needed to finish, and began to plow into her, missionary-style. He thrusted faster than he ever had before, and slapped her tits and bit her neck, but even though she came a few more times, after 20 minutes, he hasn't come yet. Somehow, he didn't notice that he was not tired at all when he should be exhausted. Then, he tried another avenue: he flipped her to her hands and knees and entered her asshole.
Selena/Sheri reached down with one hand and fucked her pussy with 4 fingers while Tim reamed her ass with his well-lubed prick. After another 20 minutes of this, though, he still hadn't come, but this time Selena slammed him down to the floor and straddled him, wrapping her pink netherlips around his thick member. She pounded into him, bringing him to a point where he thought his heart might just explode, and then stopped, sinking down hard on his cock.
"Ask for it. ASK ME TO LET YOU CUM IN MY HOT CUNT, BOSS!" She squeeked, just like Sheri did in his fantasies when he'd been whacking off in the bathroom. "FUCKING ASK ME!!!!!" She said again, still not moving, but keeping him right at the brink with her new "gift" to control the orgasm of whoever she has sex with.
"LET ME CUM OH PLEASE LET ME CUM I NEED IT OH OH OH OHHHHHHHH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDD!" he screamed as she clenched her pussy hard around his cock—another gift—causing him to shoot his seed well into her.
"Thankfully, the all the bedrooms are soundproof," she informed him when he nervously waited for the kids to ask what's going on. "The same friend who gave me the gift to be your fantasy also did that when he came over today to help me move back in." His mind was a haze, so he didn't really pick up on that. "But it's best not to think about how," she said, and he simply agreed, and off to bed they went, tired as hell.
When he woke up to get ready for work the next day, he saw her back to normal. He asked her if she could do it again, and she just said, "Anytime, anyone." Suddenly, married life looked better for Mr. and Mrs. Scribner. As soon as he was gone, Selena called her good friend Jessica, who lived next door, and invited her over. She was a cutie and openly bi (much to the dismay of some of the other neighbors). Jessica was just wondering what Selena wanted when Selena opened the door and invited her in.
After she served Jess some ice tea, Selena quietly snuck up behind her and clapped her hands. Jess began to disrobe and openly masturbate to mental images of her former girlfriend Blanca, a high-class stripper (if that's not an oxy-moron) with E-cup titties and nipples one inch long and as big around as her pinky. When she realized what she was doing, she turned around to see a glorious Hispanic wet dream of a creature behind her who looked a lot like....
Well, you know the rest. I had more work to do, and when Selena was done, she'd get to choose her third temporary thrall. You see, as a sort-of apology for what she had gone through at the hands of a powerful controller, I gave her the limited ability to somewhat control three people of her choice—she can morph her body to a form most pleasing (down to every detail of a person's imagination) to one of these people, even though she can't directly read their minds. She also leaves small telepathic commands with them to keep the arrangement secret, and she understands she can't go around breaking up families. She can only control their level of horniness and orgasms, though; but that's enough when you look like a wet dream.