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The Avatars By Morpheus Part 1 I stopped my car at the end of the driveway, just a short distance away from the rather large house in front of me. However I didn't bother to get out. Instead I sat there for the next minute, nervously tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, feeling like a novice instead of the experienced newspaper reporter that I was. Hell, I felt almost like this was the biggest story of my life rather than just a routine interview. "Who am I kidding," I mumbled to myself, "this is the biggest story of the century." Or at least my attempt to get in on it, I added silently. It wasn't just the biggest story of the century, but quite possibly, of the entire millennium. It started over three weeks ago. Or at least that was when a man was seen, flying over a small town in the southwest... without a plane. Almost as if he was Superman or something. Of course no one believed it, except for the National Inquirer who was the only one to print the story. That was almost enough to make me ashamed to be a newspaper man. Shortly afterwards, a man who had to be 8 feet tall was seen in the middle of Chicago, tearing through buildings and cars as if they were tissue paper, tossing them everywhere. The cops were completely useless and the man vanished utterly, leaving no trace as to where he went. However this time the whole incident was caught on video tape from multiple sources and was on every TV in the world within the hour. Then almost immediately, other verified reports of strange people with unimaginable powers started coming in. Or strange creatures as the case went. A white haired woman with four arms walked through a Los Angeles hospital, healing every person that she touched, regardless of how ill or injured they were. A tall gaunt creature that was reportedly seen in Utah, just before everyone within the town had suddenly wasted away and died. And there were others, as well as strange happenings that were immediately attributed to Avatars. At first there was more than a little confusion as other reports came in. More of these creatures. There were comments about super heroes and super villains, but few gave any serious thought to that, in spite of the fact that these creatures actually had incredible powers. No, they were more like gods, seemingly immortal as well, as many found out when trying to capture or kill them. It didn't take long before someone referred to them as Avatars and soon that was what everyone was calling them. I guessed that it was just easier to think of them as Avatars than as gods. Turning my attention back to the house in front of me, I sighed and climbed out of my car, making sure to grab my notebook and tape recorder before walking towards the door. I paused for only a moment to glance around at the gently rolling country hills around me, not seeing another house anywhere nearby. The Avatars were about the only thing that anyone in the news covered during the last few weeks, though very little had been discovered about them except that a strange storm seemed to form before a new one first made an appearance. But then again, I had driven a long way to hopefully find something out. That was why I stood at the door to Dr. Bradley Jennings home. Dr. Jennings was by all reports the very man who had given them the name Avatars, though he was also known to avoid the media and all interviews. That was why I'd been especially surprised when he called my paper and asked them to send me out for an interview, saying that he had a few thoughts on the Avatars that he wanted to share with someone. Though what he could really give I didn't know. He a doctor of comparative religions and anthropology. "Enough dawdling," I told myself, taking a deep breath and then knocking on the door. When there wasn't an answer after a minute, I rang the doorbell and waited another minute. I was just about to ring it again when the door opened up and a somewhat balding white haired man in his late fifties stepped out. The man who I recognized as Dr. Jennings gave me a scrutinous look, then said, "You're Jack Desmond." It was a statement, not a question. "Yes, I think I see some of your father in your face." "My dad?" I asked, feeling a little confused. "Oh yes," Dr. Jennings chuckled, gesturing for me to come inside. "I met your father once or twice when I was younger... and a little less wary of the press. For a reporter, I always thought that he showed a lot of class. I guess that was why I asked for you when I made up my mind." I nodded. "I see," My father had been a much more successful reporter than I was, but he had been the reason I'd become one myself. Sort of wanting to follow in his footsteps I guess. "Nice place Dr. Jennings," I told him, looking around at the pleasant home. It was decorated with a mixture of things that I suspected should probably be in museums. Trophies of primitive cultures and the like. "Thank you," Dr. Jennings told me, sitting down in a comfortable looking recliner and gesturing for me to do so as well to one just off to the side of his. "It suits me." After several more minutes of small talk, we finally got to the point. "Yes, I do have a theory on the Avatars." Dr. Jennings pulled out a thick folder and opened it up, setting several large photos onto the coffee table in front of us. They were pictures of 6 individuals, some of them ones that I recognized as Avatars. "As you can see, I have kept track of all known Avatars until this date, though of course not all of them have had pictures taken of them." Dr. Jennings gave me a slight smile. I picked up the photos and flipped through them. One was a photo of the creature that had gone through a rampage in Chicago. He was huge and heavily muscled, nearly naked except for a loin cloth but with very heavy body hair that almost made him look like a cross between an ape and the Hulk. Another was of the woman with 4 arms who'd done the healing. I frowned but stared intensely as I flipped through the pictures. One was a tall pale skinned cadaverous creature that looked almost like some sort of movie zombie, another of a silvery metallic thing that was humanoid in shape but looked much more like a robot than anything human. The final two pictures surprised me a little since I didn't recognize them and both looked like ordinary humans. One of them was a very cute looking little girl of about 7 with blonde hair in pigtails and dressed in an extremely frilly white and pink dress, though she also had a mischievous gleam in her eyes. The last picture was of a tired looking old man with a white beard, dressed in a battered old brown trench coat and with a similarly battered old had. "I don't recognize them," I said after a moment, setting the photos of the girl and old man down onto the table then setting the other ones off to the side a little. "Who are they?" Dr. Jennings picked the pictures up and stared at them thoughtfully. "I believe that they are Avatars, but honestly..." he smiled, "I am not completely certain. And unfortunately I've been unable to get photos of the other few that have been reported." I sat there silently for a moment, waiting for Dr. Jennings to continue. Then after a few moments, he held up the picture of the little girl. "Have heard about Crawford?" he asked quietly. I nodded immediately, wondering who hadn't. Over a week and a half earlier, the entire town of Crawford Texas suddenly underwent a change. It was only a small town with barely over 100 people, but it was now a very well known small town. All of the adults in the town were gone. Not vanished... but no longer adults. Every adult in the town had been turned back into a child, most of them not seeming to remember anything ever being different. Of course it was assumed that an Avatar was at fault, but no one ever saw the Avatar who was supposedly responsible. Jennings set the picture down and tapped it with his finger. "I believe that this girl is the Avatar responsible for Crawford." "No..." I gasped, wondering how such a cute looking little girl could have had anything to do with something like that. "And this one..." Jennings pointed at the old man. "Well, I have very little evidence about him but several witnesses reported seeing him perform minor... miracles. Such as just smiling after being shot by a mugger or completely vanishing after a police officer tried to harass him." I nodded noncommittally. "Interesting. And how many Avatars would you estimate currently exist?" "Let's see..." Jennings mused. "I believe that there might be between 10 to 12 Avatars currently. However it is difficult to be certain since more of them continue to appear and they might not all be... flashy. Like the old man for example." Dr. Jennings smiled at that. For a moment I wrote a few quick thoughts onto my note pad then I asked, "And why did you call them Avatars? Why not something else?" Dr. Jennings smiled and I could swear that a light seemed to shine behind his eyes. "That is why I asked you here," he told me in a serious voice. "I have a theory as to their origin." "Really?" I responded, beginning to really get interested in spite of myself. I didn't really know why since almost everybody had a theory about where they came from, ranging from an elaborate hoax all the way to alien invaders. Some were even a little weirder. "Have you ever heard of the human collective consciousness?" Jennings asked me. I nodded, waiting for him to continue. "I believe that the Avatars are manifestations of the human collective consciousness. Physical manifestations of abstract ideas, or more precisely, personifications." "Interesting idea," I muttered skeptically, trying not to let my disappointment show but not succeeding very well. "Oh, personifying abstract ideas is nothing new to human kind," Jennings quickly assured me. "What do you mean?" I asked, wondering exactly where he was going. Jennings smiled again, the spark visible in his eyes once more. "Since the dawn of time, humans have had a tendency to personify abstract ideas or forces beyond their understanding. And often, this personification spreads and becomes an almost universally recognized symbol within a culture. This is how most of the ancient Gods of myth and legend originated." I smiled almost patronizingly then quickly forced myself to keep a straight face. "But we don't do that anymore." "Don't we?" Jennings chuckled. "People always refer to ships as 'she' as well as other objects. But specifically, we still do have universally shared personifications. Ones that almost everyone within our society as well as many others recognize. Perhaps some that are even more universally recognized than the old ones due to the miracle of modern communication." For a moment, Jennings just stared at the photos then he continued, "Take the Grim Reaper for example. The personification of death. Mother Nature, Father Time, and even some others such as Santa Clause, Uncle Sam and perhaps even Peter Pan. All of these are personifications of abstract ideas, whether it be time, generosity or patriotism behind our country." For a moment I just sat there, silently considering what Jennings had said. It certainly sounded interesting but still didn't explain anything. Then I told him that I thought as much. "Besides," I added, "they're real, not just figments of the imagination." "Perhaps," Dr. Jennings mused, "or perhaps not. Consider this..." He held up a finger to and continued, "Billions of people recognize certain symbols, certain personifications. They've become not just a symbol but an embedded part of the human collective consciousness. With that much will power and belief behind these symbols, don't they gain power?" I frowned, but Jennings didn't hesitate for more than a moment. "It is known that how we perceive things effects them. Take quantum mechanics for example. Shroedinger's cat. What if for some reason, perhaps the strength of belief in these symbols, caused a... burp on the quantum level, crossing the bridge between real and imagined? I'm no physicist and it could be something else, but I am positive that these Avatars are truly that. Avatars of ideas. Manifestations from the collective consciousness." "Does that mean that Santa Clause could be running around now?" I asked jokingly. "Possibly," was all Jennings said, looking thoughtful and perhaps even serious. "But I haven't seen any specifically recognizable manifestations of that sort. Instead the Avatars seem to be personifications of other ideas. Take her..." he gestured towards the picture of the woman with 4 arms. "She could be the manifestation of mercy. Of aggression or machoism..." Jennings pointed at the huge hairy man. "This one would seem to represent technology, childhood or innocence and disease." He pointed to the silvery creature, the little girl and the zombie in turn. Before I could focus what I thought, Jennings quickly continued, "After all, when you think of something truly innocent, sweet and childish, don't you think of a cute little girl? And when you consider cancer, AIDS, growing old and other wasting infirmities, don't you think of something along those lines? When you look at that creature, don't you think about all of those things?" I stared at the little girl and the zombie, frowning thoughtfully. "They definitely do make me think of those things." I felt a little embarrassed to admit it. And looking at the old man with the white beard, I thought that he looked... wise. Sort of like what I would have imagined God to look like, or King Solomon. Dr. Jennings nodded. "That's my point. But then again, I may be sure that they somehow each personify some idea, but I am still not sure how they are real. As I said, I have talked with several physicists in theoretical exercises and believe that quantum mechanics may be the reason, but then again maybe it's just magic." He smiled at that. "Whatever else, it is obvious that they each possess some power of their attribute." "So we have a bunch of gods running around who are really just figments of the imagination." I sighed, knowing how ridiculous it sounded. But at the same time, it didn't sound any worse than the other theories, and more believable than a lot of them. "But why now?" I asked. "Why wouldn't this have happened before?" "Perhaps, because we have more people than ever before adding power to the symbols," Jennings said. "Perhaps because we have polluted our environment or disrupted the quantum field in some way." Then Dr. Jennings smiled, his eyes sparkling once again. "And perhaps this isn't the first time that it's happened. I have studied a large number of cultures and their various pantheons of deities. I believe that this has happened before, perhaps many times in the long distant past. That these Avatars are the same type of creatures as all of the old gods and goddesses, and that they were indeed more real than we had believed." I stared at Jennings, then let out a whistle. "It's certainly one of the most interesting theories I've heard." Jennings just chuckled. "I know that there is scant evidence for my theory as of yet, but I felt the need to share it." For about the next hour, Dr. Jennings and I continued to talk, mostly about the Avatars and how his theory related to them. I still wasn't all the way won over, but I at least tried to be open minded. After all, there was nothing else to really say where they came from yet. Finally Dr. Jennings glanced out the window and sighed. "I see that you'll have a very wet drive back. The weather's turned a bit nasty." Then Jennings suddenly froze and stared out the window with a look of amazement on his face. "Unbelievable," he whispered. "What?" I demanded, beginning to get curious. However once I looked out the window and noticed the strange looking storm clouds and more specifically the rainbow colored lights splattered across the sky, I gasped. "Oh my God," Jennings and I both moved closer to the window, staring in amazement at the brilliant and unbelievable colors. "The storm..." Jennings whispered. He didn't have to say another word. I knew exactly what he was thinking. This was exactly the strange type of storm that always preceded the appearance of a new Avatar. Without a second thought I turned and rushed out of the room, heading straight for the front door. My heart was beating with excitement. I could barely believe my luck. This was my chance. My chance to actually find out more about the Avatars. To be there when a new one showed up. Of course I realized the danger, knowing that some of them had been downright nasty, but that didn't slow me down in the least. I HAD to know. Soon I was running out into the storm, or at least the strange weather that I could only think of as a storm. There was a little bit of rain, but as I went closer to what seemed to be the epicenter, the spot where the lights were brightest, the rain stopped. It wasn't far and I hurried as quickly as I could, not wanting to miss a thing. I was barely aware that Dr. Jennings was following me but at a much slower pace. When I got to where the storm clouds and swirling lights seemed to be strongest, I stopped and stared in awe. There seemed to be bubbles of light, floating around without any real pattern. However what really drew my attention was the white column of light that was starting to form in the center. I was about to witness the appearance of an Avatar. But after a minute, I realized that nothing more was really happening. There was a column of light and it was moving around a little, but there was no sign of the Avatar that I'd expected to appear from it. Then suddenly there was a flash of brilliant light and I felt a shock shoot through me as if I'd just been struck by lighting. The column of light was no longer there, though I barely noticed that, too caught up in the overwhelming sensations that suddenly filled my every being. Every cell, every fiber in my body was suddenly awash in simultaneous agony and orgasmic pleasure. I filled like I was bursting with raw life, with raw energy, more than I could have imagined. And just as suddenly as it had hit, it had ended. Or at least some of it had ended. The pain part. I was instantly aware that my body was no longer the same. It didn't even feel anything like what it had. I felt good. Very, very good, and extremely horny. I glanced down and stared at myself somewhat in surprise. My entire body had changed into one that was obviously and extremely female, not to mention completely naked. I had a huge pair of very firm breasts on my chest. My waist seemed incredibly tiny, my hips very wide and my legs much longer than normal. I could see the almost glowing golden hair that hung down to my hips and of course the very feminine mound between my legs instead of my usual equipment. I realized that I was built like a Barbie doll. Like every horny teenage boy's wet dream. And God help me, I felt hornier than I'd ever imagined possible. Then suddenly, I knew without the slightest doubt that somehow I had become a sex goddess. Literally. For a long minute, I stood perfectly still, surrounded by a storm of swirling colors. But my attention wasn't on the unnatural and bizarre weather. Instead I was lost in awareness of my utterly transformed body. Every cell....every fiber of my being was completely and totally alive, charged with an energy the likes of which I never would have imagined possible several minutes before. I closed my eyes, trying to keep some self control and make sense of what had just happened to me. First I'd been watching the strange weather and the column of light, expecting to see an Avatar appear at any moment. Then before I had realized it, I had suddenly transformed, my entire body becoming not just female, but exaggeratingly so. I was built more like a cartoon caricature than a real woman. But at the same time, I felt unbelievably good...and unimaginably horny. "Amazing," I finally heard a voice say from behind me, distracting me out of my contemplation. When I turned around, fully aware of my completely changed sense of balance, I saw Dr. Jennings staring at me with his mouth hanging open. "Unbelievable," he whispered. "Yes," I answered, hearing a female voice that practically oozed with sex appeal, even in that one syllable word. But then I stared at Jennings, feeling a sense of strong desire coming from him. It was obvious on his face that he wanted me more than he'd ever wanted anyone before. His eyes were consumed with lust, but at the same time there was still some of his curiosity there as well. However I didn't care about the curiosity. It was his desire that interested me. Without conscious thought, I sent my will out and increased his desire. Suddenly he collapsed to his knees, nearly drooling as he looked up at me with worship in his eyes. I squirmed where I stood, then absently started rubbing at my crotch and breasts, burning with desire myself. Without any conscious thought, or even any hesitation, I threw myself at Jennings, knowing without a doubt that I was now a pure incarnation of sex appeal but unable to care. It was as if my conscious mind was replaced by some raw primal force. Instead my desires were all that mattered. Jennings clothes crumbled to dust at my very touch and he stood there completely naked and obviously extremely aroused. He wasn't all that attractive, but I still wanted him. I needed him and knew that he needed me very bit as much. Jennings and I had sex on the hillside as the weather slowly returned to normal around us. As we went at it, I was very aware that my mind and emotions had changed just as much as my body. I no longer seemed to have any self control and my mind was filled with strange thoughts and desires. I even seemed to suddenly know everything that there was to know about sex and used this new knowledge on Jennings without the slightest hesitation. Every time Jennings started to go soft again, I just willed it and he once again returned to full hardness and eagerness. It was only after several hours of this that Jennings finally collapsed to the ground in total exhaustion, unable to even move any more. I on the other hand was still full of energy and ready to go. I'd orgasmed over a dozen times, each time more powerful than I ever had before in my life but I was just as horny as I had been when we started. "Too bad," I whispered, staring down at Jennings unconscious form in disappointment. Then with a sigh, I bent over and picked him up, finding him remarkably light. Almost as if he weighed nearly nothing. Obviously another aspect of my sudden transformation to an Avatar, though I didn't really consider that as I carried him back towards his house. I didn't really consider much of anything. I barely even seemed to exist, having been replaced by a raw force of nature. As soon as I had reached Dr. Jennings house, I tossed him into his couch, then went to look for a mirror. I just had to see what I was looking for, though I knew that if Jennings had been conscious or someone else had been available, than I wouldn't have cared in the least what I looked like. I knew that I was gorgeous and that would have been enough. But there was no one available at the moment so I went to satisfy my curiosity instead. When I found the full length mirror at the end of the hall way, I stopped and admired my reflection, feeling extremely satisfied though not surprised in the least. I already knew that my figure was unbelievable, though the mirror confirmed it. My large breasts were high and firm, my legs long and sexy and my waist incredibly. I had long golden hair that had a slight glow to it, all the way down to my waist. My face was more gorgeous than any that I'd ever seen before, radiating lust. I had full puffy lips that were a dark red, as if they had lipstick on them, though I knew that this wasn't the case. My eyes were slightly larger than normal but of an almost solid, near glowing deep blue. Overall, my body and face were undoubtedly those of a sex goddess. I stared at my reflection for a moment with a smile on my lips that would have made any man instantly hard. "Magnificent," I said aloud, absently fingering my wet vagina at the same time. But as I stared at the sumptuous woman in the mirror, I wondered what I might look like if I'd had dark hair instead. Almost as soon as I pictured it in my mind, my hair turned into a solid midnight black. I was fascinated by this, quickly changing it to red and then a more traditional blonde before letting it go back to the golden color that it had been before. For a few minutes, I was almost distracted from the burning desire that filled my body as I started changing my body, making my breasts bigger then smaller, changing my skin pigmentation and features just a little. The one thing that didn't change was that I was still completely radiant, regardless of whatever changes I made. Then I tired of that, letting my former appearance return. But as I admired my reflection, I couldn't help but thinking that something was missing. Not with my body, after all, it was completely perfect. Then it dawned on me. I smiled to myself and with but a thought, I was suddenly wearing clothes again...barely. I had on a diaphanous pink silk thing that came over my shoulders, barely covered my breasts and formed a V just above my crotch and then hung down in a loin cloth past my knees. There was almost nothing to the imagination, but it managed to accentuate my figure extremely well. "Very nice," I purred in a sexy voice. "Very nice indeed." I licked my lips suggestively at the mirror, feeling disappointed that I couldn't do something with her. Instead the only one that I had at the moment was an unconscious old man who couldn't satisfy me. That would have to be rectified....immediately. Though I didn't know exactly what I was doing, I closed my eyes and pictured the city that worked in, thinking of all the people that would be available to me there. I smiled and licked my lips, then suddenly I felt the house vanish from around me. For several seconds, everything seemed to be gone and I floated in a place that wasn't a place, then I suddenly snapped back and heard noise from all directions. "Holy shit!" I heard a man scream from next to me. "She's naked!" a woman yelled from several feet away, sounding completely shocked and disgusted. I opened my eyes and looked at him and then the rest of the people that surrounded me. I was back in the city, with people all over the place. They were all starting to stare at me in disbelief....and lust. Even the women. I just smiled, absently fingering myself again, soaking in the raw feelings of desire that I could sense all around me. Then with but a thought, I increased that desire drastically. "Oh God," a man cried out, grabbing the woman next to him and tearing off her clothes. She offered no resistance but started tearing off his at the same time. Within moments, everyone around me was involved in a massive orgy. Men and women were having sex everywhere, none of them seeming to care that they didn't know the people that they were screwing or that they were doing it in public. I didn't hesitate to do my part, mostly having 3 men and 2 women administer to me at once. The primal force inside of me had taken over completely, wiping out any resistance I might have had to such a thing. Pleasure, lust and desire were all that I lived for. I don't know how long I was lost in my near mindless passion, ruled entirely by my body's desires. I went from person to person, men and women, it didn't matter to me though I did find that I was able to become more discerning and picky about my partners attractiveness as I went on. All around me, people were either screwing each other or on their knees, begging me for my attention. The whole thing filled me with a sense of power and accomplishment that only grew stronger as I left person after person collapsed on the ground in exhaustion. None of them were enough to satisfy me, though I did orgasm almost constantly with more pleasure than I would have imagined possible.But then again, I'd felt almost like I was caught in a constant orgasm since the moment of my transformation. Eventually, though I had no idea how long I'd been in the middle of the sexual chaos, something distracted me. I felt a sudden sharp pain against my shoulder and I snapped around, dislodging both of the men who were inside of my anal and vaginal cavities, then pushing aside the woman who had been kissing my breasts. I rubbed at my shoulder and stared in surprise at the group of men in swat team uniforms that were scattered around me. "Put your hands on your head," I heard someone calling through a megaphone. "Surrender now and you will not be harmed." For a moment I was completely confused as to who these men were, other than the fact that they were interrupting my party. Then I glanced around, realizing for the first time that there were children standing around, some of them crying, some of them just staring in fascination and others looking completely and totally shocked or terrified. "Oh my," I whispered, suddenly realizing that these children had seen EVERYTHING. They hadn't been effected by what had happened, but they'd definitely witnessed it. For the first time since my transformation, my old personality surged back, at least a little. At least enough for me to suddenly realize what I'd just been doing, and in front of children at that. I gasped in horror, trying to regain more control over myself. But then I heard a loud gunshot and felt a sharp pain on my forehead. "Yeow!" I yelped, grabbing at my forehead and grimacing from the pain, though it quickly started to fade. "Oh shit!" I heard more than one cop say, though they were all out of normal hearing distance. "She's still alive." The people surrounding me however were looking around in weary confusion as some of my power was beginning to fade from them. Others were still staring at me with undisguised desire and looking at the cops with hatred in their eyes. However I scarcely noticed them, distracted by the stinging where the bullet had hit me. Furious I turned my attention back towards the all the police and swat team members that had shown up. For a brief moment, all I did was glare, even as they all started opening fire at me. Shards of pain started to rip through my body, but I didn't let that distract me as I instinctively sent a massive wave of willpower towards them, causing all of them to orgasm with a force 1000 times greater than any human had ever felt. Almost at once, all of the cops that I saw and had focused at started to quiver and collapse to the ground in what looked like seizures. "Holy shit!" I heard a woman cry out from a short distance away, followed by sobbing. "What have I done?" But even from where I was standing, I could feel that she had enjoyed it immensely, whatever it was that she'd done. When I heard the helicopters above me, I looked up and frowned. I saw two police helicopters and a little further away I saw several ones from different television stations. Then with a smile and a faint chuckle, I sent a small wave of desire towards all of them before willing myself someplace else. After a long moment of floating in the nothingness of void, reality suddenly snapped firm around me once again and I was met with the sound the ocean. I opened my eyes and looked around, pleased to see the golden Californian beach that I remembered from my childhood. And just a short distance away I could see a large house on a hill, overlooking the ocean. "Beautiful," I sighed, taking a deep breath of the salty air. I looked around the nearly empty section of the beach again, thinking how nice it was, and even more, how horny it made me. Then I giggled, knowing that everything made me horny. At the moment I was more than ready for a little action, even if I was just fresh from a massive orgy. Without any conscious thought I started moving towards a group of teenagers that I saw a good distance away, having only one thought on my lust filled mind. I licked my lips as I got closer, sensing the desires and lust just bubbling under the surface of those teenage minds. The hormones that would erupt with only the slightest of provocation. I tingled in anticipation. From a distance, I saw the 5 people that comprised the group, most of them appearing to be about 17 or so. There were two boys and three girls, with one of the girls looking to be only about 15, and a slightly built one at that. And since they were all distracted with each other and not facing me, I slowly made my way towards them, completely unnoticed. "I tell you Donny...." a cute blonde girl said, staring at one of the boys. "Sheila's tits are like totally fake. Her dad paid for 'em for her birthday." "I don't care," Donny chuckled, and I smiled myself at the sudden increase in his desire. "They still look great." Then at the threatening look in the girls eyes, Donny quickly added, "But not as good as yours of course." The girl seemed to relax slightly at that though I could tell from the boys emotions that he didn't think that this was true. "Quit being so jealous Tina," the other 17 year old girl told her. This one, a slender but well built girl, had long dark hair. "It's not like Sheila is more popular than you are." "Yeah Tina," the younger girl suddenly added enthusiastically. "You're really pretty and have such nice breasts." Then the girl let out a sigh that was filled with envy. Tina suddenly snapped at the younger girl, "Shut up pip-squeak! Who the hell do you think you are to talk? You're as flat as a board." The girl cringed back, obviously hurt at that. I could see that it wasn't true, though not by too much. "Yeah, get lost squirt," the other boy growled at the girl. Then to Tina he said, "I don't know why you brought HER along. I know she's your sister and all, but jeez, Alison is such a baby." "I am not!" Alison responded, trying to defend herself though not very successfully. Her four friends were all staring at her predatorily and I frowned, feeling almost sorry for the girl. "I didn't have much choice," Tina told her friends. "You know that mom insisted." Then with a wicked grin on her face, she snarled at Alison, "Get lost. We don't want to hand around with little kids." With that Tina stood up, along with the others. She shoved Alison backwards, knocking her to the ground. "Leave us alone and go find some kindergartners your own age to play with." She laughed cruelly, as did the other three while Alison was about to cry. "And don't you dare tell mom." "But...." Alison started, but her sister and friends ignored her, turning to walk away, all four of them laughing at Alison's complete humiliation. I just stood where I was and watched them for a moment, still burning with my body's needs but for a moment, touched by what I'd just seen. At the same time, I willed them not to notice me while I played with myself and watched Alison. "Poor girl," I mused, absently fingering myself and still wishing that I had something to fill me. As I stared at her, I smiled, licking my lips and deciding that maybe I'd help her feel a lot better. And myself at the same time. But then I looked at her slightly developed body and had to admit that she definitely could have been built better. Perhaps she might develop better later on, but somehow I had a feeling that it just wasn't in her body to do so. Then without really considering what I was doing, I reached out with my thoughts, feeling the girls body in my mind. The very fact that I could do so filled me with a mixture of surprise and excitement, though at the very same time it felt incredibly easy. It was nearly as easy to make the adjustments that I had imagined. "Oh God," Alison suddenly gasped, grasping at one piece bathing suit which was suddenly much too tight. "What's happening?" Then Alison let out a scream, drawing the attention of her friends. I watched in delight as Alison's swimsuit suddenly split along the sides, tearing free as she started to grow. Her chest started to swell outward, as was the rest of her body. Mere moments later, Alison stood there, no longer clothed in the much too small bathing suit. Instead she was completely naked as well as extremely confused. Alison had grown six inches taller, to the height of 5 foot 10, now 2 inches taller than Tina. Her breasts had also grown, now being EE instead of the A cup that they had been. Her whole body had changed, having grown at my order to become much more mature and incredibly desirable. Even her formerly shoulder length hair now hung to the base of her spine, now a wavy golden blonde. She could now easily become a super model, though the final change that I had instinctively made in her might cause her to choose another course instead. I had increased her libido by ten times, making her not only incredibly sexy, but a nymphomaniac as well. "Holy shit!" Donny and the other boy both screamed out. Tina and the other girl both stared with their mouths open, watching Alison with looks of complete shock as well as envy. "What happened to me?" Alison gasped, then as she examined herself, she started to grin in delight. "How did you do that?" Tina demanded, rushing towards Alison and trying to grab her by the arm. "Tell me NOW!" Alison pulled herself away from Tina and then glared at her now smaller sister. "I don't know how this happened....but I like it." She licked her lips and I smiled, feeling her new hormones beginning to kick in. Then licking my own lips, I decided that I couldn't control myself any more. I had barely been able to do so as it was. "I did it," I whispered, letting them all see me. All five of them turned to me and gasped in surprise, though lust and desire were immediately evident upon the boys faces...as well as Alison's. "Come hear," I told Alison. Without hesitating Alison came towards me, her own desire obvious. When she was close enough, I grabbed her firmly and gave her a passionate kiss while at the same time caressing her newly matured womanhood. After doing this for a minute, much to the shock of our observers, I pulled my fingers to my mouth and licked the delicious nectar. "Now for you four," I said, turning my attention to the two boys who were staring at me with near worship in their eyes. The girls were just as intent on me, but more envious than desiring. That would have to be corrected, and I did so with but a thought. Immediately all four of them were on their knees, begging for my attention. "So sweet," I told Tina as I licked her, "though not nearly as sweet as your sister." Within moments, I was once again caught in an orgy, loving every moment of it. All my senses were filled with the raw pleasure and desire that I created as well as shared. They were all my little playthings, doing everything that they could to pleasure me while pleasuring themselves at the same time. After half an hour, Alison started shaking my shoulder and gestured towards the other end of the beach. I paused where I was frowning and wondering why she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. Even though it was only the other four that I'd filled with uncontrollable desire for me to bring them into the orgy, Alison had been just as enthusiastic a participant until then. "Look," she interrupted again. I turned towards the direction that she was pointing and saw that there were more people coming onto the beach. Almost immediately I grew wetter in anticipation, sensing that there were two people with strong desires under the surface, just waiting for me to unleash them. To let them share in my pleasure. A man and a woman. However just as I was about to use my powers to draw them to me, I noticed that there were three children along with them, obviously theirs. Tina fearfully touched my shoulder again. "Please no. They're little kids." "Children," I whispered, somehow regaining enough sense of my old self to keep from tearing off their parents clothes and going at them. Instead I stood there, frozen by my internal conflict for several moments, struggling between my burning desires and the shaky conscience in the back of my mind. Finally, though I didn't know how, my conscience won out. For the moment. "Is there some place that we can go?" I asked Tina. "Yyyyyes," Tina answered, gulping nervously. I frowned and stared at her, feeling the sexual hunger that still burned within her body, though it was nowhere near as strong as my own. I could also feel a slight fear of me for my obvious power, an extremely strong desire for me and even a sense of worship, awe and thankfulness. "My house is over there." She gestured towards the large house that I'd seen on the hill earlier. "Our parents aren't home right now." I smiled and licked my lips, then with a focusing of will, reality tore away from my five companions and myself. A moment later, I found myself in the middle of a rather expensive looking living room, my five latest lovers collapsed on the ground around me...unconscious. "Wake up," I whispered, gently pushing Alison with my toe. Her body rocked slightly but she made no move to get up. They'd obviously been unable to handle my little trip. I frowned, plunging the fingers of my left hand inside of my wet slit while I wondered what I was going to do with them all asleep. "Wake up," I said again, this time pushing at Tina, again with no response. "Damn it." Leaving the teens where they were, I sat on the edge of one of the two couches and started playing with myself even more furiously than I already was. I continued this for awhile, constantly watching the others for any sign of their awakening. Finally, I gave up on waiting and focused my will towards them. They all started to squirm around on the ground and I smiled at the fact that Donny and the other boy had rather obvious erections again. The girls were all equally excited and I didn't need to see any penis to sense that. Suddenly Donny snapped upright, moaning. "Oh shit! What a dream." Then he turned and saw me, looking shocked but horny. "Y...y...you're real." The last came out in a whisper. At the same time, the others started sitting up as well, each having a similar reaction when they noticed Alison and myself, even her. "My body....." Alison gasped out, grabbing at her breasts in delight. "No!" Tina squeaked, staring at Alison jealously. I licked my lips, squirming in anticipation. They all turned their attention back to me, desire in all of their eyes and without my having to do anything. "P....p...." the second boy started. "Please...." Alison giggled, caressing her new body and making a clear demonstration as she showed it off in front of her sister and the other girl who's name I still didn't know. They were both obviously filled with envy, but at the same time, desire as well. They turned away from Alison and stared at me with their mouths open, obviously hoping that I might do something similar to them....as well as something else. "I've never seen anyone so....." Donny trailed off, nearly drooling on himself. He was staring at me with a look of absolute awe and worship on his face. His eyes sparkled with it and I could feel the desire radiating from him. It felt so....good. Almost as good as sex itself. At that very instant, I could feel the desire that filled all five of them, all of it focused on me. At that very instant, I consciously realized what my new self already knew deep down. That nearly every man and woman in the world was my potential sex slave. All I had to do was but say the word. Without another word, I bent over and kissed Alison, caressing Donny and the dark haired girl's genitals at the same time. All three moaned and the other two hesitantly reached out to touch me, then become more confident. Mere seconds later, we were all busy pleasuring each other, and I felt even more energized and alive with every orgasm. Eventually though, all my little pets collapsed around me from exhaustion. Alison had managed to keep up the longest, but even she was no match for my unquenchable passion and had to finally surrender to fatigue. I leaned back on the couch with the others sprawled around me and Alison draped over my legs. My whole body was slick with the juices of both male and female though as soon as I noticed it I was once again completely clean and dry. "Hmmmm," I purred, simultaneously playing with Alison's breast and my crotch, wondering if I should wake them all up. Of course my power could instill them with new energy, though I suspected that doing so could push them too far and eventually kill them. I had to admit though that I wasn't nearly as concerned about that as about my lack of companionship. But after a few moments, I decided to leave them be. For the moment at least. Feeling curious, I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, wondering if perhaps they had the Playboy channel. However something else caught my attention first. It was the news, but more precisely, it was the fact that they were showing a picture of ME. "...was a scene of chaos," I heard the female reporter saying. "Police swat teams were called in to control the utter chaos that ruled nearly three city blocks, the results of the newest Avatar to appear." Pictures were shown of the whole thing and I smiled dreamily, wishing that I was back with all that pleasure and considering doing just that. However I was somewhat disappointed that they didn't really show any of the good stuff. In fact almost everything had been cut out for television viewers. "After nearly three hours of...rioting..." The reporter paused for a moment, looking embarrassed. "...and a brief confrontation with the police, the unknown Avatar vanished without a trace." "Not bad," I mused, staring not at the reporting but at the reporter herself. She was kind of attractive, though I thought that she definitely needed to loosen up. "Maybe later." The reporting continued, giving interviews with some of my 'victims'. I frowned at their being described at that, but watched intently as several of them cried about how ashamed they felt but others beamed with weary excitement. I smiled, getting even more excited as I watched the report. Then the reporter added, "But the seven fatalities from heart attack, exhaustion and being trampled weren't the only ones." With that the TV showed a picture of a lot of people being taken away on stretchers. "Many of the police officers who had courageously confronted the Avatar and chased her away have also paid the price. Nine of them even now lie in comas after abruptly going into seizures while two others lay dead." I suddenly sat up on the couch, staring at the TV with an even greater interest...and some horror. People were dead because of me. I wasn't sure what to think of that. A large part of me seemed to shrug it off as unimportant, thinking that they'd died happy. But the other part was the old Jack Desmond, feeling guilty over it. For a moment I just continued to stare at the TV, then I turned it off, looking at my lovely pets instead, more than a little tempted to wake them up for another round of pleasure. But I once again decided against it, almost immediately thinking that I could once again find some more people. My emotions were confused, but not too much so as my burning desire shadowed everything else. I put a finger inside of Alison's still wet slit and smiled. "I think that I might be back," I mused. She certainly was hot, at least after my changes. Then I looked at the others and thought that it didn't seem fair to not do something nice for them as well since they'd given me so much pleasure. After only the briefest of considerations, I instinctively gifted both men with greater endowments, making their penises much larger than before. As for Tina and the other girl, I caused their breasts to expand several sizes, then increased all of their libidos, except for Alison's, whom I had left as I'd originally changed her. Pleased with my gifts, I glanced back towards the TV, feeling another pang of emotion that didn't feel right. The primal part of me pushed it away without consideration and I licked my lips, deciding that I wanted to go look for some more companionship. With that I closed my eyes and felt reality slip away. When reality snapped back into place around me, I heard the familiar sounds of traffic and people. I opened my eyes, looking around at the city streets and all the people that surrounded me. So far though, very few had noticed me, but I knew that it wouldn't be long. For a brief moment I was strongly tempted to repeat my earlier actions, remembering how intense the feeling of hundreds of orgasms all around me had been. How unbelievable the experience had been....and how natural it seemed to my new self. But somehow I did not, telling myself that I didn't want the police to interrupt again. As soon as I'd made that decision, I willed it so that no one could see me, which was just a fraction of a second too late as several very confused people were staring towards me. "It was her," one teenage boy gasped in surprise while an older man asked, "Where'd she go?" There were more that had already noticed me, but they were all confused now. Again I was extremely tempted to bring them all to their knees with desire. To make them worship my body with their own. Frowning I started walking away, absently playing with myself as I did so. After I had walked nearly half a block, I was struck with a sudden idea. Why walk around completely invisible when I could still get attention and not be recognized either? With that I concentrated, changing my features to something that would be a little less noticeable. My hair grew slightly shorter and turned solid black, while clothes began to form around my body. I was wearing a tube top, a very short skirt and a pair of 6 inch high heels, revealing as much flesh as I possibly could without getting arrested for indecent exposure. And once the details were right, I let myself slip back into view. My disguise obviously worked since as I continued walking, no one paid any more attention to me than they would have to any other nearly naked super model. Hormones flared every time I walked past someone and each time I felt a tingle throughout my body. I was so horny that it was everything I could do not to throw someone to the ground and rape them. But then again, I couldn't help but remembering that I had absolutely no need to do that. They'd all throw themselves at me in an instant if I wanted that. I was burning with a need that I could barely keep contained. I needed someone so badly that I was starting to forget that I was in disguise. There was no doubt in my mind about what was truly important. I was focused on it with nearly a single minded obsession. Desire not only filled my new reality....it was my new reality. Without even considering it, I had started increasing the desires of the people around me. To nowhere near the level of mindless orgy that I wanted, but enough so that every man or woman capable of it would be extremely aroused and looking for a corner to escape into for awhile. I smiled as the level of sexual tension increased, feeling a little better myself. Then I absently started to finger myself, which wasn't quite as easy as before with the skirt in the way. After a few more minutes, I started to realize that EVERYONE was staring at me. It took me a few seconds to realize why, but once I did I pulled my hand out of my crotch and smiled, not feeling the least embarrassed. And to rub it in, I made a show of slowly licking my fingers off, making most of the men instantly harder while more than a few people turn away in self righteous disgust. Those ones I sent a surge of desire that would nearly guarantee that they would do something very similar themselves very soon. "What a slut," one woman in her mid thirties sneered in disgust. Then she snapped at me, "Don't you have any shame?" I stared at her for a moment, feeling more than a little annoyed at her attitude. Deciding that I'd have to change that, she was in the middle of calling me a "disgraceful and contemptible whore" in an incredibly loud voice when I suddenly amplified her own libido. She broke off as her nipples became rock hard and her crotch started to soak through her panties and soon even her pants. "Oh God," she gasped out, blushing furiously. Her whole body was shaking as she obviously fought the desire to masturbate herself. I chuckled to myself, delighted by the ardor pouring from her body. The scent of her sex filled my nostrils, sweeter than any perfume. Then without another word she turned and ran, obviously planning on relieving her new need. But I just laughed, knowing that it wouldn't be quite that easy. After all, the changes I'd made were permanent. She would now crave sex for the rest of her life, even more than food or water. "Delicious," I whispered, feeling the woman's orgasm from half a block away. I closed my eyes and savored it, then decided that it was long past time for me to satisfy my own craving. With that I looked over at a handsome looking young stud and sent out my will, focusing next on the sexy red head just a little down the street. I already knew that neither of them would be enough to satisfy me and that they'd really be little more than an appetizer, but they would do for the moment. At least until I found more suitable companions. A minute later, the man and woman were both staring at me as if I was the sexiest thing that they'd ever seen, and I wasn't even in my true form at the moment. The thought that I'd only had my 'true form' for less than a day didn't even occur to me at the moment. Instead I focused all of my attention on my soon to be lovers. "What are your names?" I purred in a sexy voice, which seemed to be the only kind that I possessed anymore. "B...B...Bud," the man stammered, nearly drooling on himself as he stared at me. The woman gulped, watching me with a wide eyed expression of awe. "Holly...ma'am." "Good," I whispered, glancing around conspiratorially. Then without another word I reached for them both, using my power to ensure that nobody noticed us as we went into a side alley then really began. After several hours, I left Holly and Bud unconscious in the alley, feeling a little better myself but still not nearly satisfied. I wanted more. Lots more. Licking my lips, I gave them both another good looking over, enjoying the improvements that I'd made to both of their forms, improving not only their attractiveness but their hormones and endurance as well. Perhaps, I thought to myself, I might even visit them again. When I once again returned to my disguise, having dropped it just before sex, I went back onto the sidewalk and saw that I must have been using my influence more than I realized. People on the street were filled with desire, grabbing at each other and stripping. The scene quickly threatened to become another orgy and was already developing into a sexual frenzy. I moaned with pleasure at the sight and the emotions that I sensed all around me. "Nice," I whispered, savoring the pleasure that was about to truly erupt. Without conscious thought I started pushing the surging emotions even further, wanting everyone to experience the pleasure that they could possess. "Ooooh yes." But then froze, suddenly hearing the sounds of police sirens. I glared in that direction, knowing how easily I could deal with them but fighting off the urge to do so. That would just mean more police and trouble when I just didn't feel like dealing with that right then. I let out a long sigh of disappointment and started to walk away, finally deciding where I had to go. And though I could easily have just teleported there, I much preferred the close human contact that my little walk provided. Especially all of the lust. I'd made it past the trouble and managed to keep myself from causing any more outbursts, though I couldn't resist, nor even tried to resist the urge to play with others. To increase some peoples arousal, temporary or permanently. I'd even gone so far as to change a few people physically, though only twice. And they were both improvements. When I'd gone a good distance, coming to an area with very few people on the streets, I was surprised to have someone step out in front of me. "Where you going bitch?" the boy snarled. He couldn't be older than 20 at the very most, though he was dressed red and black, carrying a knife in his hand. "Why don't you show us a good time?" At that I noticed that 6 other boys had stepped out, each dressed similar to the first and most of them carrying weapons. One was Hispanic, two were black and the rest were Caucasian, all between the ages of 17 to 21. I was immediately aware, not only of the cruel looks on their faces but even more so of the lust that I could sense from them. From that and the way that they circled me, they obviously had the intention of raping me. "What a fucking nice ass," a tall lanky blonde boy commented, leering at me suggestively. "I'll bet she even has a shaved pussy." This coming from a stocky boy with several piercings through his nose and eye brows. Then all of the boys started making lewd comments, obviously meant to frighten and intimidate me. I glanced from one boy to another, licking my lips thoughtfully. I was definitely interested in the idea, thinking how nice some more sex would be. I was so horny that it was nearly all I could do just to keep from increasing their desires. Just to keep my normal influence pulled in tightly. But then again, I realized that they were all rather dirty and smelly. Not at all attractive. And then of course, there was their attitudes. I wasn't sure that I liked them. Before I could make up my mind, the first boy who seemed to be their leader snapped, "Get her!" They all immediately started grabbing hold of me, trying to push me to the ground while simultaneously tearing off my clothes. I offered almost no resistance for the first few seconds, then I began to get angry. I wanted sex.....I even needed it at that moment, but not with them. Not without MY say so. "Enough," I growled, throwing one boy over 10 feet and watching him smack into a wall. The others didn't seem to have noticed that until I threw another of them. Then they stepped back, looking at me in shock. "No fucking way did she do that," an athletic looking black kid snarled, not looking very certain. I glared at them all, dropping my disguise. As soon as I was back to my 'true shape', I immediately felt more relaxed. Even more confident. The boys all gasped, staring at me in terror and lust. I could feel the lust coming from their bodies, and as much as I enjoyed the sensation, I was still not at all happy with them. "What are you?" the Hispanic boy demanded nervously. The leader just whispered, "A fucking Avatar." For several seconds I just continued to stare at them, letting them see me in all my glory. It was everything I could do not to make them my sex slaves, to make them pleasure my body as they should. As was my right. But they didn't deserve such a thing. Then I smiled, knowing the perfect punishment. "You shall never know my pleasure," I told them coldly, though it still came out as a sexy purr. Then I focused my will towards their desires. But instead of boosting them as I'd grown so practiced at, I weakened them instead. I forced their libidos to dwindle until there was nothing left. Then I locked it into place, guaranteeing that for the rest of their lives they would not know sexual pleasure. That they would not even know sexual desire. From that point on, they might as well be neutered. "Shit man," the second black boy snarled, "let's get her." But before he or any of his friends could respond, I decided that I'd had enough of that place and was gone. Reality snapped into place around me and I was no longer outside, surrounded by a horny gang. Instead I looked around the living room where I stood, knowing it very well indeed though it no longer felt nearly as comfortable as it had merely a short time earlier. I was home, back in my apartment. Suddenly I heard a man's voice say, "Welcome home." I was completely surprised and snapped around to face whomever had broken into my home. "Who are you?" I demanded, starting towards the figure then freezing as I got a good look at him. The man stepped into view and pulled off a dirty brown hat, revealing a head of white hair, set atop an elderly face with a long white beard. I was stunned but recognized the face. I'd seen it all too clearly in one of Dr. Jennings photos. Then with a faint smile, the man...the Avatar said, "I've been expecting you...Jack." I stared at the old man who stood in the middle of my living room, more than a little surprised. He had messy white hair and a long white beard, was dressed in a long dirty brown overcoat and held a battered brown hat in his hand. The old man extruded strong feelings of calmness...of confidence...patience...and mostly...wisdom. "Who are you?" I demanded, not sure whether to talk with him, attack him or seduce him. I was heavily leaning towards the last and instinctively started to extend my influence. To try increasing his desire and bringing him to my will. The old man smiled faintly, then groaned while sitting down on my couch. "Does my name really matter Jack?" he asked. Then he added, "And you needn't bother with that. We have little power over each other." "What?" I gasped, not sure what surprised me more. The fact that he shrugged off my influence with such ease or the fact that he knew my name. Though he'd already mentioned it before, I had been too shocked at his appearance in my apartment to fully realize it. Suddenly I was filled with questions. How could he have possibly known who I was? I glanced down at myself, verifying that my curvaceous body looked nothing like Jack's. I didn't even feel anything like Jack anymore. "How did you know who I was? Who are you?" "That is my nature," the old man answered seriously, "just as it is your nature to create sexual desire. I am like you...what humans call an Avatar, that being much closer to the truth about our natures than they realize." The old man paused for a moment, then continued, "Who I once was has little relevance now, but you may call me...." He paused thoughtfully, then with a faint smile finished, "Sarren." "Why are you here?" I demanded uneasily, squirming uncomfortably where I stood. I was so horny that all I wanted to do was go and satisfy my burning needs, but Sarren was not cooperating. Perhaps, I thought to myself, I could get him the old fashioned way. With that, I sat down on my couch, adjusting the scanty silken cloth that partially covered me. "Is it to see me?" I licked my lips suggestively then absently started to play with myself, enjoying the faint look of discomfort on Sarren's face. I could even feel a little desire coming from him, though nowhere near as much as I would have liked. Sarren shook his head slightly. "Obviously talking to you isn't going to be very productive until you are able to keep your mind on the business at hand." I frowned, wondering what was so important that he wanted to talk about. After all, sex was so much better than talking and I was growing determined to demonstrate that to him. "I AM thinking about the business at hand," I told him in my sexiest voice, which was enough to make even Sarren start to quiver in excitement. Licking my lips again, I started to lean over, knowing that I was finally getting to him. "Please," Sarren snorted, "control yourself." Then he stepped towards me and surprised me by grabbing hold of my shoulder. I squirmed in delight, finally about to get what I want when Sarren pulled his hand back away. He stared straight into my eyes and calmly said, "You can no more fight your nature than a humming bird can fight a hurricane, but you can ride it... You can embrace it....and th