TITLE: Mind Control Flu

The world is a swiftly changing place. For Edward Noble it changed forever one day while he was on his yearly hiking and camping trip. He had just made camp and was setting up his cook fire when a high pitched whistle made him look up.

A red and glowing stone, trailing smoke and sparkling specks, screamed down out of the sky and buried itself in the far bank of the stream within thirty feet of him.

Ed had covered his head and ducked. By the time he heard the thump of impact he was grinning at his own foolishness. Ducking and covering his face wasn't going to help if the rock had been on a collision course with him. He had been really lucky.

He finally looked around. He could see wisps of steam curling up from the mud where the meteorite had struck. He knew he was probably the only person around for miles, 9,800 ft up the mountain side and 23 miles away from the trail head, so even though he wanted the meteorite for himself he decided to let it cool off before trying to extract it from the mud. He cooked a quick trail meal; pan fried ham steak and some powdered scrambled eggs with lots of Tabasco.

Digging out his flashlight he walked over to the stream. Jumping across he looked for evidence of the stones impact. He found the stone and using his trail shovel he levered it out of the sucking mud. It was shaped like an extra large softball. It looked like it was made of sparkly black lava. He could tell that it was brittle though. The heat must have been incredible. Once he had it out of the mud, he put it on a large flat rock by the stream and rinsed it off.

Examining it with his flashlight he decided it would make a neat paper weight. On a whim he tapped it with the shaft of the shovel to see if it was hollow and made any noise.

"Crash Tinkle Tinkle Tinkle".

Like a crystal ball the rock shattered and disintegrated into a thousand jagged parts. Its long voyage and sudden heating and cooling had made it very delicate.

"Shit!".

Ed looked down into the slivers and noticed a small drop of reddish fluid on some of the rock. For just a second the fluid seemed shiny and fresh but almost immediately it began to dry and darken. Ed reached out unthinkingly and brushed his finger against one of the colored shards to get a better look.

"Crap!" he yelled. Whipping his finger back he could see that he had lanced his finger on one of the many fragments. As a drop of blood formed he stuck his finger in his mouth.

What the hell, guess I just wrecked one perfectly good paper weight. He kicked the remaining fragments back into the stream and returned to his camp.

Within a few minutes he was feeling quite strange. Looking at his finger which had stopped bleeding immediately he wondered if he might have been poisoned by whatever was in the rock.

That would be just like me he thought, the only idiot for 20 square miles and I decide to touch some damn rock that could have been full of radiation, or some toxic goo..

His breathing and pulse seemed to be increasing and he was noticing some very strange feelings.

God I feel great!

It was bizarre. He felt feverish, hot, and sweaty like he was running a low grade fever or had just finished some heavy exercise. At the same time he felt really really GOOD!. It was like waves of pleasure were just rushing over his body. He ran his hands up and down his forearms and that felt wonderful. He sat down and that felt really good. He stood up and that was incredible. He ran his hands over his body and down to his thighs. He had to catch his breath. Everything felt SO good.

He hadn't paid it much attention but now he noticed that his prick was hard and aching. As soon as he thought of it the ache became pleasure. He thoughts began to twist and spiral.

"PLEASURE SEX, PLEASURE TOUCH, PLEASURE SURRENDER to SENSATION".

As he pulled his zipper on his pants down he was already fantasizing about every woman he had ever had sex with or wanted to have sex with. Quickly nothing else mattered. He gave in to sensation. He had no will. He was a slave to his body. He could barely think as he began stroking himself and jerking from the bolts of pleasure that this set off in his mind. He felt himself grow totally happy and relaxed, the pleasure was all that mattered, he no longer needed to think for himself, just feel, sense, experience, surrender.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he was screaming at himself to "get up! get help! this is wrong!". He couldn't do it though. He couldn't do anything but docilely kneel down and stroke himself lightly. He was no longer in control. He cum sprayed into the air and he didn't even react to the fact that his prick didn't deflate. In fact it seemed to be getting bigger and harder with each touch.

Three days later he came out of it.

He had almost died of exposure. Hunger hadn't mattered. Cold hadn't mattered. Dehydration hadn't mattered. His lips were cracked and bruised and he had dark circles under his eyes. His prick which should have been a bloody stub from the attention it had received was in perfect condition. In fact to Ed's eye it appeared to be much fatter and longer even when flaccid.

The best he had been able to do during his illness was mentally coax himself into his tent and to crawl into his sleeping bag. The scary part was that he was positive that no one else would have had any trouble getting him to do what they wanted. He knew that he would have listened and obeyed the suggestions or orders of anyone. He had actually felt a hunger within him during the whole period, a hunger to be given orders, to be subservient and obedient. If someone had come upon him in the throes of his pleasure he was sure they would have run away screaming and he would have chased them. He wasn't sure if he was glad or sad that no one had found him.

When his body was under his control again he drank two large cups of water and ate until he was afraid he'd throw up. For three days he had been a passenger in his own body. He had never felt such incredible, almost terrifying pleasure as he had during those hours. Now that it was over; and somehow he knew it was; he couldn't decide how he should react.

Don't touch anymore rocks was his first thought.

Weeks later when he was home and healthy again he would make the discovery that would change his life.