The Private Moments Of TeamDarkPower
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Chapter One
Sandra Thompson, the middle-aged woman with petite frame and short, light brown hair, stood in the kitchen, preparing dinner. She glanced down at her small breasts, feeling insecure as she always did when her youngest daughter was nearby. Emily, her older daughter, had a slim figure and long dark hair. Sophia, her youngest daughter, slim with long dark hair like her sister, in fact they almost looked like twins if it wasn't for a couple of other things. Sophia, unlike her mother and older sister has very large breasts that seemed to defy gravity with their perkiness. Her breasts were still growing and the fact that she did not realize just how big they were made them more obvious. Sophia’s breasts now required a HHH cup bra. Sandra became more and more inadequate with each new bra purchase for her daughter. Sophie grew out of bra's so fast that most of the time she didn't bother to wear one.
Sophia came bouncing down the stairs singing. Sandra was chopping vegetables, she didn't see Sophia, but she pictured her coming down the stairs with her huge boobs bouncing all over the place. She couldn't help but compare herself to them, they just seemed to be in view all the time. She sighed heavily, feeling jealous or angry or ... she didn't know how she felt. The sound of pots and pans clanking against each other filled the air as she worked on the meal. Suddenly, the front door opened interrupting her thoughts. It was Jeff, her husband, coming home from work early today.
"Hey guys!" he called out, his deep voice echoing through the house. He walked into the kitchen, greeting each of them with a smile before sitting down at the table. "Something smells good."
Sandra looked up from her cutting board, feeling her cheeks heat up at his comment. "It's just dinner, Jeff," she replied with a shrug, trying not to let on how much his words meant to her.
Emily came up behind him, giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek. "Hi, Dad," she murmured softly before heading back towards her room to continue working on a painting she'd been working on all day. Meanwhile, Sophia bounded over and gave him a playful smack on the arm before settling into her usual spot at the table next to him.
Jeff glanced over at Sophia, watching her plop down on the chair, causing her huge breasts to bounce. "Smells great, Mom," she said with a grin. "You're the best cook ever." "Did she make her boobs bounce on purpose?" Jeff thought.
Sandra felt an irrational surge of jealousy towards her daughter's exaggerated breasts yet again but pushed it aside. "Thanks, honey," she replied with a forced smile. She finished preparing the meal quickly, unable to shake the feeling that everyone in the room knew what she was feeling - or at least what she thought they were feeling.
As they sat down to eat, the family chatted about their day. Emily talked about a new poem she'd written while Jeff discussed work, both ignoring the elephant in the room: Sandra's obvious discomfort. The scent of garlic and herbs filled their noses as they dug into the meal. The tender chicken breasts fell apart in their mouths and mixed with the fluffy rice, making for a perfect blend of flavors. Yet, even as they enjoyed the food, Sandra couldn't shake her jealousy, even the word chicken breasts made her think about her small breasts.
The next day Emily, Sophia and Sophia's friend Ashley returned home from being at the beach most of the day. Sophia was still wearing her bikini, which was much too small for her. Sandra saw Sophia and Ashely coming in the front door. Sandra made a comment about how terrible Sophie looked and told her to cover up. Ashley and Sophia burst into her room, slamming the door shut behind her, and flopped onto her bed. Her day with Emily and Ashley had been fun - laughing, adventuring, living life to the fullest. But as soon as she got home, her mom's unhappy gaze and snide remarks about her 'boobs being too much' dampened her mood. She was sick of it! Her big tits were a blessing; why couldn't she see that? Why did she have to be so jealous?
In her room later that afternoon, Emily sat on her bed, her naked body in the mirror's reflection, and cried quietly. She was thinking about all the men staring at her younger sister, even woman, and not even glancing at her. Why weren't her breasts bigger, she was older than Sophia, so my tits should be bigger than hers not the other way around? Her breasts looked pathetic next to Sophia's huge rack. Emily curled up under the covers, tears soaking into her pillow as she wished for tits bigger than her tiny B cups.
Ashley went to the washroom.
Suddenly, there was a knock on Sophia's door. Thinking it was her mother she said, "Go away," as she groaned, not in the mood for company.
"Sophia, let me in." It was Emily's voice.
Sophia sighed and got up, unlocking the door. Her older sister stumbled in, looking flushed and disheveled. "What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.
"I... I just need to talk to someone about something," Emily whispered, closing the door behind her. She sat down on the edge of Sophia's bed, fidgeting with her fingers.
"What is it?" Sophia prompted gently, noticing the wetness under her sister's eyes.
"I... I can't stop thinking about how you and mom are always competing over our bodies, and how I never measure up," Emily confessed softly. "Every time someone compliments you, I feel like I'm not enough." She took a shaky breath before continuing. "I don't want to feel like this anymore, Sophia. I need your help."
Sophia felt a pang of guilt. Her older sister looked so vulnerable, so lost. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. "What do you want me to do?"
"Can I touch them?" Emily blurted out, pointing towards Sophia's chest.
Sophia froze for a moment before realizing she was still wearing her swimsuit. Not wanting to upset her sister anymore but at the same time feeling weird, she hesitated and then reluctantly nodded. Sophie was used to her friends asking if they could touch them, but not from her sister. Emily reached out with both hands and gently touched the large globes. "They feel very heavy, but its hard to tell with your swimsuit being so tight.", Emily said. "Here, this will give you a better idea" as Sophie reached under her swimsuit and removed her right breast. Emily looked at it in amazement. "My gosh, its huge, your areolas are bigger than my tits!" she said. Her sister reached out, gently touching them, a sense of wonder and awe on her face. Sophia wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "I love you," she whispered, giving her sister a squeeze. "We're sisters; we should be supportive of each other, not compete." Emily nodded, sniffling, and they hugged tightly. Seeing her older sister much happier, Sophia laughed and asked her "Do you want to see something funny about them? Emily smiled and said "yes please, show me". Sophia reached down with both her hands to lift her huge breast up to her mouth and licked the giant nipple, then smiled at Emily and began sucking it. Emily had never seen something like this or even knew that that was a thing. She would never have sex with her sister, but she was extremely turned on. Her pussy juices were flowing from her.
When she heard Ashley coming back Sophia quickly stuffed her large breast back under her bikini top. Emily said thank you as Ashley walked in.
Sophia and Ashley entered the kitchen, they were still wearing their swimsuits but with an opened shirt and shorts. Their mom was at the stove, cooking dinner. She could smell the delicious aroma of roasted chicken and vegetables. "Hey, mom," she said hesitantly, watching as Sandra turned around, frowning at the sight of her daughter in a wet bikini top and shorts.
"What are you doing, Sophia?" She asked, her voice cold. "You were just at the beach, why aren't you changed?"
"Ashley and I went for a swim," Sophia lied, trying to act casual. "We wanted to cool off."
"Well, it's time to get ready for dinner," her mom snapped, turning back to the stove. Sophia exchanged a look with Ashley, who nodded.
As they sat down at the table, Sophia noticed the tension thick in the air. Their dad seemed oblivious, happily chatting about his day at work while their mom glared at her across the table, clearly unhappy with her reveling attire. The smell of food filled the room, making Sophia's stomach growl in anticipation.
"Pass the potatoes, Sophia," their dad said with a smile.
Sophia did as he asked, her heart pounding as she reached over the table exposing more cleavage than usual. Their mom's eyes narrowed dangerously, but their dad didn't seem to notice or care. He was too engrossed in conversation with Emily on his left side, who was telling him about her new science project.
The dinner progressed awkwardly, with their mom constantly shooting dirty looks at Sophia, who tried her best to ignore them. Ashley, seated next to her, offered silent encouragement with subtle squeezes of her hand under the table. After a few minutes, their dad asked how everyone's day was.
"It was great," Sophia replied, sharing highlights of their adventures at the beach. "We met some really cool people, umm... surfed some waves..." Her words trailed off as their mom let out an audible gasp.
"You were in a bikini all day?" She asked incredulously. "You do know that's inappropriate, right?"
Sophia bristled at this comment. "Mom, it was a beach, not a strip club," she retorted defensively. Their mom huffed and turned back to her food, clearly not satisfied with her response.
Ashley cleared her throat delicately. "We also went shopping today," she interjected, "and I got these awesome new bikini tops" She held up a shopping bag for everyone to see, revealing two new bikinis that looked larger than the one she was wearing. Sandra's eyes darted between Ashley and Sophia before settling back on her daughter's chest. "Sophia from now on when you’re at the dinner table, you will wear something to cover your chest more", Sandra demanded.
"I think it's time for dessert," she said briskly, rising from her seat and leaving the room before anyone could respond.
Sophia stared down at her half-eaten plate, feeling both angry and embarrassed as she watched everyone else dig into their sweet treats without her. "Looks like I'm not allowed any," she muttered to herself and pushed away from the table.
The next morning, Sophia emerged from her room wearing a thin white shirt that accentuated her ample curves without showing any cleavage yet still managing to make an impression with her enormous nipples practically poking through the fabric, her saucer sized areolas were slightly visible. Well, this should make mom happy, the girls are covered and there is no visible cleavage, she chuckled to herself. Sandra couldn't help but grind her teeth as she watched her daughter saunter down the stairs. Her heart raced with a mixture of anger and jealousy as she took in the sight of Sophia's wavy blonde hair falling over her shoulder and the way her hips swayed with each step. Jeff tried to remain neutral, but he couldn't help but notice the tension between them—it seemed like they were always arguing lately.
"Morning, everyone," Sophia chirped, pouring herself some cereal before taking a big bite and chewing loudly. "So, what's on the agenda for today?"
Sandra shot her a disapproving glance before turning back to Jeff, who avoided eye contact. "Well," he began hesitantly, "I was thinking we could go out for ice cream after dinner tonight?"
Sophia snorted derisively. "Great, another chance for mom to criticize my appearance," she mumbled under her breath.
"Excuse me?" Their mom snapped, whipping around to face her daughter once more.
"Nothing, mom," Sophia mumbled, looking down into her cereal bowl.
"I thought I told you to not wear inappropriate clothes at the dinner table" her mother said. Not wanting any part of what was coming, Jeff left the kitchen.
"You told me to cover them up, so i did, see?" as she moved her hands around her globes, with a slight noticeable pause at her nipples and smiled at her mother." "What is wrong with you?" Sandra snapped. "You know very well what your wearing is inappropriate, go up to your room and put a bra on along with a loose-fitting top." Sandra demanded. Sophia got up from the table and started walking upstairs when she said "Mom, my bra's no longer fit. Maybe I could borrow one of yours?" she asked as innocently as she could knowing full well that her mother’s tiny bra wouldn't even hide her huge areolas. Sandra didn't know what to say or how to react, so she didn't. Sophia laughed to herself with the satisfaction of getting back at her mother, but then she quickly felt bad about what she just did. That was mean what i just did. I love my mom. All I want is for her to love me. Why can't she? She cried.
Jeff asked if everyone was ready. They all answered yes, and they exited the front door for a walk to a local ice cream parlour. Sandra looked at Sophia noticing that not only was she beautiful but also as tall as her. She told Sophie to put a jacket on because it will be cold by the time they walked back home. Not wanting to cause a problem she went back inside to get a jacket and then she noticed no one else had one. "Mom, know one else has a jacket, so why do I need one? Sophie asked. Her mother snapped "just do as I say Sophia."
After eating ice cream Sophia noticed how hot it was, which made her think about her mother snapping at her about needing a jacket. She was wearing a loose-fitting top and normal jean, that should not be inappropriate in her mothers eyes. Why is she so angry with me all the time, she thought.
As they walked home, Sophia fell behind the others as she slowly skipped along in a daydream. Jeff looked behind him wondering where Sophia was. He saw her large boobs bouncing all over the place with each skip. "Well, I see you haven't forgotten how to skip. he said to Sophia. He immediately regretted saying that when Sandra turned around to look. Sandra let out a loud sigh and looked angrily at Jeff. As she looked at Sophia skipping, she could not help to notice her large breasts bouncing and Jeff watching with a smile. Sandra scowled at Jeff then at Sophia "your too old for skipping, come and walk beside us" Sandra said to Sophia. Sophia saw the angry look her mother gave her and her father, she stopped skipping, showed a pouted expression. Now Dad is getting it to, she thought.
While re-joining the family, Sophia said "I just can't do anything right, can I mom? Sandra did not reply, and the family walked in silence the rest of the way home. Sophia was miserable and angry with her mother.
Jeff felt sorry for Sophia, he didn't like how Sandra was treating her and was tired of the tension in his family. He decided he would speak to Sandra when they got home.
When they got back to the house, Sophia bounded upstairs to her room, sad and angry she tossed herself on the bed. She laid there for a while thinking, getting angrier and more confused. Finally, she said quietly to herself, I guess there's nothing I can do to please her, so I may as well stop trying."
She stood up, tossed her shirt onto her bed, revealing her plain looking bra that barely contained her breasts. Giggling softly at the thought of how much it would bother her mom, she reached into her drawers only to pull out another tight top that showed off even more cleavage than usual—a clear middle finger to her mother's constant criticism.
It's time for you and me to talk", he said to Sandra. She looked surprised "talk about what? she asked. "Why are you being so mean to Sophia." "She dresses inappropriately and makes a point of showing off her chest at every opportunity, she said. Jeff was angry, "no ... she does not do that at all, the problem is that you are jealous of her, you can't stand the fact that her chest is huge compared to yours, your jealousy is childish and hurtful, you are destroying this family." Jeff said in tears as he stormed out of the house. Everyone in the house could hear Jeff.
Downstairs, Sandra couldn't help but stare at the stairs every time there was movement upstairs; anticipation building inside of her like an ache. When Sophia finally emerged, wearing the revealing top, Sandra's face flushed crimson with rage. " What do you think you're trying to do? Show off?" She screamed, unable to control herself.
"Mom..." Sophia started, trying to reason with her. But it was too late. The damage had been done; she was already lost in a fit of rage.
Jeff heard Sandra yelling at Sophia again, so he came back inside.
"You think you're so perfect, don't you?" Sandra spat, her eyes narrowing. "With those huge tits and that flat stomach? Always trying to steal attention from me!" She grabbed a nearby object off the table and hurled it at her daughter, hitting her square in the chest. It was a small vase filled with daisies from Jeff's birthday party, but it shattered on impact with Sophia's chest, sending shards of glass flying. "You're just like your father, always getting what you want!" She screamed, pointing at Jeff. Jeff grabbed Sandra and yelled at her to stop. It was Sandra's turn to run crying out of the house.
Jeff winced as his wife's words pierced through him like daggers and felt guilty for not doing more to stop this behavior before it escalated. He knew he should have been there for her more, listened more intently when she spoke about her insecurities. He rushed over to Sophia to see if she was hurt. He asked her if she was okay. She was crying uncontrollably, as he looked at her chest for cuts. There were two small cuts high on her chest. Take your shirt off while I get a cloth and band aids. Jeff inspected her enormous breasts for any other cuts. Sophia still crying asked if he wanted her to take her bra off to check all of them. Jeff said, "No no, its okay, I can see from your bra there was no glass."
He cleaned the small cuts and put band aids over them.
Upstairs in her room, Sophia tried to make sense of what had just happened, tears streaming down her face from both pain and frustration. She slammed the door behind her. How could her own mother be so cruel? All she wanted was to feel pretty for once! She sat on her bed, hugging her knees close to her chest as she rocked back and forth, trying to calm down. Her huge breasts swayed gently underneath the thin material of her tank top, making them even more prominent than before.
The family sat down together for dinner that night with an elephant in the room-like tension hanging over them like a dark cloud. Sandra barely spoke while Jeff attempted small talk but seemed distant, lost in thought. Emily tried to make light of the situation by joking around but received none of the usual laughter or engagement from anyone at the table. They all just picked at their food without much appetite.
As they finished up, Sophia excused herself to go to her room, leaving father and mother alone together. Sandra confronted Jeff about his infatuation with his youngest. "Why can't you look at me the way you look at her? Am I not good enough?" She snapped before storming off to bed early, leaving a stunned and hurt Jeff sitting alone in the living room. He couldn't deny his attraction to Sophia but also couldn't understand why he kept pushing his wife away like this. Her behaviour towards our daughter cannot just be jealousy, I know she loves her daughters. There's something more than jealousy at play here, he thought.
In her room, Sophia stared at herself in the mirror, admiring how her dress clung to her curves but felt emptier than ever inside. She missed when her family used to be close-knit and happy, but now it seemed like nothing could bring them back together again. She was angry at how her mom was treating Dad. I need to make my father happy she thought.
About an hour after dinner Jeff went to the basement for his normal workout. Jeff was using the bench press with a little more weight than normal, hoping a hard workout would help clear his thoughts. Sophia came downstairs and saw her dad struggling a little to get the bar all the way up. She ran over to the end of the bench press, leaned over and asked Jeff he needed help. Not thinking as she bent over, her huge boobs practically fell out of her top. All Jeff could see were two of the largest tits he had ever seen. As he was memorized by his daughters’ huge globes he thought, my god there incredible, what I would give to be able to play with tits like that instead of his wife's tiny little things. He shook himself out of his trans. Sophia now realizing what was happening didn't immediately pull away, instead she playfully used he arms to squeeze her tits just a little, creating a valley of cleavage, "what's wrong Daddy?" "Nothing sweat heart, but you should be careful bending over like that, they could fall out", he said jokingly. She stood up and squeezed them together and laughed "what, you mean these little things?". Jeff could feel his penis going rock hard, wishing he had not worn his loose-fitting track pants without underwear. Not thinking, Jeff reached down and pushed his penis down, so it did not look like he was hard, but this drew Sophia's attention to his crotch. "Daddy why is your thing poking up?", Sophia asked. Shit, Jeff thought, "sorry sweat heart, it should not be doing that". Jeff needed to do something about his obvious hard on before Sandra came down and saw it. He went upstairs to put underwear on. On the way to the bedroom Sandra was coming out of the washroom and could clearly see that his penis was hard. She knew Sophia had gone to the basement where Jeff was exercising. Sandra was stunned. He hardly ever had a hard penis around me, she thought. That little bitch is making her husband Horney!
The next day at work, Sandra received an unexpected call from her boss offering her a temporary assignment out of town. Exhausted by the tension at home, she agreed without hesitation, packing her bags and leaving for an undetermined amount of time.
With their mom gone, Sophia and Jeff found themselves alone in the house more often than usual. Emily was staying with her grandmother for a few days. They started by watching movies together, slowly progressing to sharing meals and eventually even playing video games together. As they spent more time together, the tension between them started to fade away, replaced by a newfound understanding and respect for each other's company. They discovered shared interests like cooking shows and playing board games, which led to hours spent in each other's presence without any mention or acknowledgement of what had happened.
One evening after dinner, they decided to take a walk around the neighborhood when Sophia playfully asked Jeff if he wanted some ice cream. He smiled warmly at her, "Only if you promise to share some with me," he teased back. They laughed together as they walked to the local ice cream parlor. The cool air felt refreshing against their skin, and they held hands without thinking about it twice.
Inside the shop, they each ordered a double scoop of cookies 'n cream, feeling carefree for the first time in what felt like ages. They walked back home, licking ice cream off their fingers and laughing at each other's messy faces. Once inside, they sat on the couch together, the TV still off. Sophia sat down beside Jeff on the couch and turned towards him reaching for the TV remote, her left breast pushed into Jeff, Sophia was oblivious to it, but not Jeff. He instantly got hard, just from his daughters’ huge breast innocently brushing up against him? What's wrong with him he thought?
Without thinking, Jeff reached out and brushed a stray hair from Sophia's face, his fingers grazing her cheek gently. She looked into his eyes, not pulling away this time, feeling a comforting spark of connection between them.
He could not control his desire for his daughter, he wanted her, even just to touch them for a couple minutes, nothing more, he thought.
He saw a small amount of dried ice cream on Sophia's face. You have a little bit of ice cream on your face, as he licked his finger, then used it to wipe off the ice cream from her cheek. Thanks Daddy, did you get it all? she asked. "Not quite", I need a little more, "lets try this" he said laughing as he licked her cheek. Sophia and Jeff giggled. Jeff did it again a couple of times making it fun for both, then he said, "oh too much saliva on you now, I better fix that too", he kissed her cheeks pretending to suck the saliva off, they both laughed again.
Sophia was wearing a loose top and no bra. Her huge young tits really didn't need a bra because they were firm and perky, Jeff noticed as he accidently drooled on her chest as he pulled away. "Dam, sorry baby". She looked down at her globes and saw the tiny amount of saliva laying perfectly in her gigantic cleavage. "Its ok Daddy, you can clean it just like you did my face", as she turned towards him, pointing them directly at him. Jeff was shocked, not sure what to do or say. Her left tit was touching his chest, he could clearly feel her large nipple against him. Fuck it, he thought. "Okay baby", this time there was no laughter as Jeff bent down and licked between her globes. He came back up as Sophia said, "I don't think you got it all Daddy".
"Its down there pretty deep", he said. "Oh, let me help", while still wearing a shirt, she reached down and pulled her enormous breasts apart, "is that better?". Jeff berried his face between them, or at least as much of his face as he could. Sophia seeing her fathers face between her globes let go of them, they bounced back together like they had springs. "How does that feel daddy?", she asked.
"Baby you are so beautiful and extremely sexy", "so are you Daddy". "Do you like my huge titties?" "Or do you prefer little bitty titties like mom has?", she said this while squeezing them together a little. Jeff didn't say a word, he just stared at them. "Maybe you need to see them before you answer... do you want to see them daddy?". "Yes", he said in a shaky voice. "Ok, I will show you this one first, its my favorite", she reaches down with both hands and removes her giant right breast from her loose top, and then lets it go, making it drop hard, causing it to jiggle a little. "Emily says these are called areolas, she thinks they are bigger than Moms whole little titty, what do you think Daddy?" she outlined her giant areola with her finger and smiled. "Daddy, are you ok, you’re not saying anything?", "I'm fine sweetheart. I just can't believe how sexy you are, and to answer your question, yes, your tits are much better than your moms’ little things." he said.
"She is so jealous of my big, amazing titties. I bet my nipples are even bigger than hers?" She asked. "Oh yes, baby, yours are much bigger." Sophia's nipples were indeed in proportion to her huge tits, her nipples were huge. They were in fact 3/4" wide. They didn't look that big because her tits were so big. The same went for her areolas, they were 5" in diameter, which were bigger than a lot of woman's breasts, but on her huge tits they looked perfect.
"Your nipples are amazing sweetheart. I can't believe how big and beautiful they are." Jeff thought to himself that there is no way she could breast feed because a baby’s mouth would not be big enough for them.
Sophia remembered how her sister was amazed when she sucked on one, thinking this might excite Daddy as well "You know what else I like about them Daddy", "what" he asked. "They taste really good." Jeff looked confused, he had ever been with a woman with huge breasts, so he didn't understand what she meant. "How would you know what they taste like", he asked seriously. "Well, I tasted them of course, watch", she reached down with both hands lifting her huge breast and bending it towards her mouth. She didn't lick it, instead she sucked on it with ease and continued for a few seconds. She stopped sucking with a popping sound "so tasty, I love them daddy ... do you want a taste", she said as she lifted and pointed her titty towards her father. "Yes, i do", he said with his voice shaking again. Jeff licked and sucked her enormous nipple for a few minutes, he thought he was going to cum, so he stopped. "You can pretend my nipple is Mommy's little titty while you suck it", she laughed. Jeff didn't laugh, he went back to socking her nipple, he did think about how small Sandras’s nipples were compared to these, even two of Sandra's nipples together were smaller than just one of Sophia's.
Jeff couldn't take it any longer, he had to relieve himself. "Sweat heart", Daddy needs to use the bathroom, I will be back in a couple minutes". He went upstairs, tore off his shorts and jerked his penis for about 10 seconds to cause an incredible orgasm, more cum than he had ever seen.
He came back downstairs and sat on the couch beside Sophia. Sophia had tucked her huge tit back under her shirt. "That was fun Daddy", she said as she looked into his eyes to read his thoughts." "Yes, it was baby girl". Sophia turned the TV on not caring what was on, and placed her head on Jeff's lap, stretching out on the couch.
Just then, the front door slammed open, breaking the intimate moment. Sandra stood there, eyes wide with anger and disbelief. "What the hell is this?!" she shouted at the sight before her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing - her daughters head on Jeff's lap laying on the couch. Her face was inches from his crotch.
Jeff looked at Sandra wondering what the problem was, he looked at Sophia thinking one of her huge tits was exposed, but they weren't. "What do you mean what is this?" Jeff asked.
"You cheating bastard," Sandra spat, pointing at him. "You were never this attentive when it was just me!"
Sophia tried to defend herself, "Mom, were just watching TV, what is wrong with you?" she felt a mixture of shame and anger welling up inside of her.
"Don't you lie to me!" Sandra shouted, her voice echoing off the walls.
Feeling cornered and guilty, Jeff finally spoke up, "We were just trying to bond, okay? We missed you."
"Bond?!" Sandra scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think this will bring us closer as a family?" Her heart was breaking at the thought of them sharing such an intimate moment without her.
As she stormed out of the room, Sandra's mind reeled with jealousy and rage. How could they do this to her? She felt like she wasn't enough for either of them. The questions consumed her thoughts as she paced around the house, grabbing her bags and throwing clothes into them. She couldn't stay here anymore. It was too painful.
Sandra packed up what she could and started towards the door, the house in silence, not looking back at the two people she once called family.
Chapter Two
"Mother, stop it! Just stop!" Sophia shouted, hands on her hips as she stared at her mother in disbelief. Her cheeks burned red with anger as she tried to process what she had just heard. "I can't believe you would say something so fucking ridiculous! Of course not," she spat out, her voice shaking with emotion. "You're not jealous of me! You're jealous of these?" She scoffed, placing both hands on her ample chest and squeezing them together hard, causing her breasts to jiggle and bounce beneath her thin shirt.
Sandra Thompson recoiled at the sight, feeling a wave of nausea raised up in her throat as her daughter's large breasts jostled together. She had never been so disgusted by anything in her life. She looked away, trying to find some escape from the moment but there was none to be found. "That's not it, Sophia. You know it's not," she stammered, knowing that she was caught.
"Then what is it?" Sophia demanded, stepping closer to her mother. "You've always been so cold towards me, treating me like I'm some kind of embarrassment. You're jealous of my body, aren't you?" she accused, her voice rising even higher. "It's always been about my tits, hasn't it? Well, fuck you!"
With that, she began to yank her shirt over her head, the shirt stopped briefly as the bottom came to her tits, she yanked her shirt past the globes making her tips come up and then fall back down with a huge bounce, revealing her ample chest to her mother for the first time in years. Her breasts were weighty and heavy looking, swaying back and forth as she moved. They were even bigger than Sandra remembered them being, and it made her want to gag. "Take a good look, mom," she said, grabbing one of her breasts roughly and squeezing it hard between her fingers.
"Stop it," she whispered, but it came out as more of a plea than an order.
Sophia grinned wickedly, taking advantage of her mother's discomfort. "No," she said, moving closer still. Sophia was a little taller than her mother. She could see the fear in her mother's eyes now, and it only fueled her anger more. "You've always resented me for having something you never could - these," she said, cupping her breasts together and lifting them up so they almost touched her mother's chin.
"Don't you dare!" Sandra gasped, trying to move away but feeling trapped by her own mortification. Her daughter's body was overwhelming, and she couldn't get away from the stark reality of how much she resented her.
Sophia smirked, leaning in close to her mother's ear. "I'm not going anywhere until you admit it," she whispered, breath hot against her cheek. "Tell me you're jealous, mommy."
The smell of her daughter's hair, the heat of her body... It was all too much for Sandra. "I... I am," she stammered out weakly.
"That's what I thought," Sophia purred, moving even closer now. She could almost feel her mother's heart racing under her tiny tits, and it made her feel powerful. "You know what else I think about when I see you? I think about how much easier it would be if you were just like me. Stronger, more confident, unafraid to show off what I've got."
Sandra could feel the pressure building up inside her chest, like a volcano about to erupt. She didn't want any of this - not the confrontation, not the jealousy, not this strange desire that was coursing through her veins. But it was too late now. She was stuck in this dark place where lust and hatred mingled together into one toxic brew.
As if sensing her mother's struggle, Sophia leaned in and gently bit her earlobe before whispering, "I'll show you what it's like." With that, she grabbed both of her mother's hands and placed them on her own chest, guiding them over her swollen nipples. They were hard and beading with excitement; Sandra could feel how turned on her daughter was, how much she wanted to be desired.
Her fingers plunged deeper into Sophia's cleavage, feeling the warmth of her skin and the softness of her breasts beneath as they squeezed together. This was like a nightmare unfolding before her eyes; she couldn't believe she was doing this with her own daughter. "You're right, Mom," Sophia murmured, tugging on one of her nipples until it poked out from her bra. "I have everything you wish you did."
The taste of her daughter's skin was intoxicating, arousing her further as she leaned in for another kiss. Their tongues danced together, their breaths heavy and laboured. Sandra could feel herself losing control, but she had to stop this - had to pull away. She pushed Sophia away gently, breaking their embrace. "This isn't right," she managed to say, struggling to catch her breath.
Sophia looked at her mother longingly but stepped back, a sad smile on her face. "I just wish we could be closer," she said softly before turning around and walking away to her room.
Alone in the house now, Sandra tried to shake off the desire that coursed through her veins, but it only grew stronger. She found herself constantly thinking about how amazing that felt, how good it was to have someone want her so badly after years of feeling invisible. She knew she should be disgusted by what had just happened, but instead, all she could think about was how good it could feel to be wanted again.
Meanwhile, Sophia retreated to her room, heart racing and body tingling. She slipped out of her wet underwear and climbed into bed, the cool sheets soothing her overheated skin. She lay there for hours, replaying the moment in her mind, wishing it could have gone further.
Later that night, as she lay with her father watching TV, she noticed him glancing at her more often than usual. She couldn't help but smile to herself, knowing that her breasts were the cause of his attention. She leaned forward slightly, allowing her ample cleavage to spill out from her shirt. She could feel his gaze burning a hole in her back as they watched TV. It was both exciting and confusing; she'd never realized how much it turned him on. Growing bolder, she decided to tease him a bit more. She reached over and grabbed the remote, her breasts pressing against the armrest as she did so.
"What are you hoping to watch, dad?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.
Jeff cleared his throat, struggling to maintain his composure. "Oh, anything you want, sweetheart." His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, betraying his arousal.
Sophia smirked to herself, loving the power she held over him. "How about that show with all the hot single guys? You know, the one where they go on dates in the city?" She tried to act nonchalant, but she could feel the heat emanating from his body.
"Uh, sure, that sounds great," he stammered, his eyes fixed on her chest.
As the program started, Sophia casually crossed her legs, giving him a glimpse of her black lace panties. His gaze traveled up and down her thighs before settling on her crotch again. She knew what he was thinking, and it made her wet. She could almost feel the heat radiating off him. She leaned back, allowing her breasts to point upwards. The soft fabric of her bra did little to contain them; they looked like two ripe melons begging to be tasted. She licked her lips, catching him staring at her mouth once more.
They watched the show together in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. Sophia couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have her father's hands on her body, to feel his lips against hers. The fantasy sent shivers down her spine as she squeezed her legs together. She leaned forward again and reached for the popcorn bowl, her breasts almost falling out of her top. Jeff's hand twitched, clearly tempted to reach out and grab them, but he resisted. She popped a kernel into her mouth, savoring the buttery goodness and watching as his eyes followed the motion.
CHANGE OF POWER IN A PLACE NOT QUITE IN THIS REALITY... She glided through the realm, no one who watched being quite sure whether she was walking with her feet or just moving through effort of will. Either was possible. She was one of the major Incarna, a pure force of nature, the living essence of pure feminine power. She was second only to the major trinity whose interplay kept the universe moving, who were in turn second only to the one who created all. All who were in her...
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research Chapter Five: Twin Sister Seduced into Incestuous Power By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Deidre Icke trembled as she knelt before her son, offering herself up as a sacrifice to buy time to allow more people of the Institute to evacuate. She hoped they wouldn't get ensnared by her son's mind-control powers. Already, the poor twins, Mindy and Cindy, knelt before him, the two eighteen-year-old...
The Karitons, Ascikeans and Verxik where three distinct species who had mastered many exceptional technologies. They created an organization called the Ascension Collective. All three where like minded in their curiosity as well as there boredom. The Karitons seemed like the most responsible, they came from the distant future. Right before the end of the universe they traveled back in time to discover the first highly advanced species. The Ascikeans the most mischievous, they come...
He was fabulously wealthy and had a beautiful young wife. He also had hidden powers I could never have dreamed of, powers that would change my life completely. POWERS by BobH (c) 2018 - 1 - It was Plato's 'Republic' that did it. As usual I was working the six-'til-midnight shift at the gas station on Highway 5, a dozen or so miles outside the town of...
Andy was smiling down at me as I struggled to awaken. She handed me a cup of coffee and fluffed the pillows behind my back, gently touching my arm in loving tenderness as I sat up. Mary entered, giving me a quick look to determine if she dared risking talking to me. Seeing no negative feelings in my face, she quickly told me everything was in order, including clothes packed for me and in the Suburban. “I want a shower. And, I need to care for Cathy before we leave,” I said. “I will get her...
Hi there. My name is Vi and I'm 35 years old. I work in advertising and promotions and have made it fairly high up the corporate ladder. I wouldn't say I'm terribly smart but suffice to say I'm smart enough to get where I am with my limited skills. I had lost my virginity at 18. I don't even remember the guy that took it away. All I remember was that I got a little drunk at a party and went to rest in one of the rooms. I remember being half awake as some guy started feeling me up. I was too...
THE PRICE OF POWER Near the middle part of the 21st century, several cosmic events occurred at the same time-a massive solar flare, an extra solar comet with a tail of unknown radiation passed near earth, and an experimental power source being developed in the pacific area went online. The results were unexplainable-almost seven million people (out of a population of seven billion) developed some sort of superhuman ability. Some of these were physical, others mental, others could...
Deidre Icke trembled as she knelt before her son, offering herself up as a sacrifice to buy time to allow more people of the Institute to evacuate. She hoped they wouldn’t get ensnared by her son’s mind-control powers. Already, the poor twins, Mindy and Cindy, knelt before him, the two sixteen-year-old girls staring up at him. Deidre squeezed her tits, fingers kneading her large tits. She was naked, a collar about her throat, a leash dangling behind her. “Watch and understand the truth,...
Now to show that I can be a god! When Eve, the weather witch, could stop laughing, she was sitting where I told her. I had distracted her to the point that she stopped pushing more energy into the hurricane she sent toward the island. “Thank you, Eve,” I told her. “Relax. You are done for today. If you piss me off, you will be done forever, destined to look your age as you wait for eternity, unless someone kills you first.” “You arrogant little bastard, David, do you think you are a god or...
A DEMONSTRATION OF POWERBy VelvetgloveIntroductionFor reasons explained in my true story ‘Stranger than Fiction’, I have not been posting for a while. However, during August 2009 I began writing fiction again, including the first few chapters of ‘A Demonstration of Power’. I intend to continue posting both these stories concurrently reflecting the two sides of my persona: the velvet glove and the iron fist.This story is, of course, fiction and it is dedicated to all those brave protestors...
Heaven and Hell II: The Ways of Power By Maggie Finson CHAPTER 1 The damned Hellhound was laughing at me again. Slowly picking myself up off my rump after yet another failed attempt to gain some control over the wild magic I had gained access to a short time ago, I took time to rub the offended part of my anatomy and soothe my smarting tail. Then I glared at the Hound with my hands planted firmly on my wide, softly curving hips. "Am I entertaining you, Helga?" "Oh,...
Super Powers By Celeste Ann Taylor Intro Jezerek and Tolqid looked down on Earth as they selected a suitable candidate to become the inheritor of vast super powers. They needed to create a successor to the recently defeated Space Minx, who had been beaten in battle by the Time Harlot herself. The two focused in on the females of earth, noting their most athletic women, the most determined sportswomen and their toughest policewomen. They found the perfect candidate Melissa...
There was a male comics character in the 1940s who fought crime by cross-dressing and calling himself Madam Fatal. Here's my take on the character, the second in what will be at least a trilogy of tales. MADAM FATAL: POWER by BobH (c) 2020 Characters are the property of DC Comics. (Note: This story is a sequel to MADAM FATAL: PROWL. Images in the SWI version show what the character looks like.) - 1 - According to my informant, one of my...
He'd done it to her again. She should have known better. The parking lot had emptied quickly once the party was over. Now, the last few people were filtering out to head home. Erika didn't know anyone, it seemed, but that was hardly surprising, under the circumstances. She felt something cold and wet strike her on the shoulder and looked up. Sure enough, she saw the bright light of the nearby streetlamp reflected from a thousand tiny, glittering drops. As if things needed to get worse. She...
EroticShe’ll do. The fair-haired one in the middle of the giggling, school-bagged, plaid-skirted trio walking home along the footpath. They are probably discussing their boyfriends in the ribald terms that girls only reveal when talking among themselves. She looks tasty. Medium height, slim, small high breasts, plump rounded bum. Too bad they make girls her age wear white ankle socks just like the juniors at the school. First thing she’ll do when she gets home is take those silly socks off. But she...
Based on the Swords books by Fred Saberhagen mixed in with the Marvel comic book universe (616). The Gods forged the 12 swords to use in their games, planning to distribute them amongst the foolish humans and watch them lie, steal, and murder their way to power with them. The problem was their toys worked too well and even the Gods were vulnerable to them. Each sword, once drawn, has its own power and vulnerability. Coinspinner, the Sword of Chance has the power to make impossibly lucky things...
Mind ControlI feel the power. It practically consumes me. He sits, fully nude, in his favorite recliner. He leans back, his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted. All is dark, save for the moonlight passing through the thin curtains and illuminating his face. I kneel before him, between his knees, where I feel so comfortable. I am just as naked as he – unless one counts the four earrings in each ear – but I am not graced by the moonlight. My fingers gently stroke and caress and squeeze his rigid...
That afternoon, once I was safely back in the office, it all hit me. I was overcome by fear, guilt and an awful case of anxiety, an anxiety that I have since discovered never really leaves you once you find yourself in a position of true blackmail. The facts are simple. Blackmail will make you cry. You’ll be frightened out of your wits. It’s just not like the fantasies I was imagining before I initiated my meeting with Tay. These days I jump every time my phone rings and my heart skips a beat...
My name is Christine Lassiter Anderson. Life has a way of knocking you down when you think you’re invincible. Three years ago, I had it all. I was married to a multi-millionaire philanthropist and investment banker, and I lived in a townhouse in Boston’s Back Bay. I drove a Mercedes and I went to A-list parties. I knew actors, supermodels and top businessmen. And last but not least, I had the privilege of being a pretty-faced, blonde-haired white woman in the United States of America. Then the...
I am Jake, i am a tall hunky 22 year old. I have a great muscle body and a nice 10 inch cock. There is something about my cock whoever sees it cant help themselves but get horny for me. I realized this when i went to my aunts place. I went to visit my aunt, i had recently came back from London. I decided to meet all of my family. I went to visit my aunt, Len and her son, Joshua. Len was 33, she was a total milf. She had a nice rack and a curvy body. She got pregnant when she was 16. Joshua...
Disclaimer: The following story was written for entertainment purposes only. It contains sex; however, it is described artfully as plot a device. If this might offend you, please read no further. Furthermore, this story is dedicated to other writers in this genre who have given me so much pleasure over the years. Wishes and Power By Romances Key Long ago, there was a legend... a legend of an ancient being of power trapped in a ring. It was a story of a man who had everything -...
Within My Power A story by Rugburn This story is something of a stream of consciousness narrative. I set out to write it just wanting to see a few fun transformations and thus don’t have a strong narrative or ending in mind. If memory serves it took about an hour to write.??®Originally posted to Deviant ...
I heard her come in and slam the door. It must have been another frustrating day at work. My wife, Michelle had taken a new job about six months ago and it had been a complete change from her previous job. The work itself was exactly what she wanted, in line with her advanced degree, with lots of theoretical problems to solve, as well as the practical ones where she adapted the research results to everyday uses. But the other employees were so hard to adjust to. They were...
Part 3 of Sweet Smell of Lust Copyright© 1995-2003 There was a young man from Lynn Whose cock was the size of a pin. Said his girl with a laugh As she felt his staff, "This won't be much of a sin." SSoL 3: I Tony held back the retort to David's latest command. It was ridicules, Virginia already held too much power, he had always thought. Instead of commenting, he simply brought up the glass of wine and took a long slow slip. He realized he more frequently had to bite his tongue...
The girl needed help. She knew that, now. Which is why she was here. The waiting room. All so normal, exactly what she expected for a mental health counselor’s office. Ecru walls, long blue sofas and firm orange armchairs, ferns and philodendrons and rhododendrons. Drowsy clove scent in the air. The short-haired middle-aged white slightly dumpy (don’t fat-shame her don’t age-shame her) receptionist who had welcomed her in with professional courtesy but certainly hiding suspicions. Right?...
Synopsis: To understand the true significance of her traumatic experience, college-student Laurie must undergo a radical and empowering cognitive therapy.Author: Adam Lily ([email protected])***********Dear Reader:This story delves into themes of power and race. It might be someone's stroke fiction, and that's great—let me know—but it likely won't appeal to many.So if you do like this story, please let me know. If you hate it, let me know that, too. But if want lighter fare, go elsewhere....
My Name’s Amy Webber, I’m 19 Years Old and Studying Musical Theatre at University, I’m a little petite at 5’’4 My Boobs are 34 DD’s, I Have Blonde Hair Down To my shoulders and I Keep Myself Neat and shaved, and I’m Bisexual I was in secondary school when I first realised I had This special power, I Was Young And infatuated With This Popular Guy Called Dave, every girl fancied Dave and one night at this party he chose me, I Was dancing and he came up behind me and danced with me, rubbing...
POWER, POWER! WHO'S GOT THE POWER! By Bea I took my eyes off the road for a second. Charles sat, eyes fixed downwards, his knitting needles flashing, the ball of pink angora wool on his lap making tiny little jerks. He was becoming quite an accomplished knitter I thought. I did feel a little flash of jealousy at the sight of his small, well formed, soft hands. I mean, it's not that mine are huge or anything but it seems eminently unfair that even though he's just a little smaller...
Apprentice to a Power I'd been standing there for five minutes; a nervous staring match with the door had ensued. I finally tapped at it and stood back, expectation and fear struggling for expression. Marianne opened the door immediately and smiled. Her features were powerful; intelligent, dark blue eyes examined me from beneath perfect eyebrows. What I could see of her body beneath a sparkling, navy robe was simply beautiful. Breasts, held firmly by the powerful brassieres...
This is purely a work of fiction….*wink* Or is it?```````````````````````````````As the fury of the storm built, she looked again at the deceptively simplecard gracing her palm.Do you have any idea how crazy this is?""Do you think I have any choice? This will make me a major league playerat twenty-six. There is no way in heaven or hell I will pass it up. In theworld in which I grew up, dirt poor would have been a step up in life and Iwill never go back to that. Not now… not ever. This is the...
Prelude In a downtown tenement of San Francisco, Lena, a 16 year old girl sat on her bed, head in hands with her long straight brown hair hanging down like a curtain, obscuring her face and the tears on her cheeks. The events of the past two days had turned her world upside- down. The blazing row with her parents in the mall had started it when she had flung her arms out in anger and frustration. The catastrophic results of this action had demolished a shop on one side and had taken out the...
"There it is, at long last!" I exclaim, as my eyes set sight on a lone statue in the centre of the chamber. It was surprisingly well lit by the rays of light seeping in from cracks in the ceiling. I scan the area for any obvious traps, and after considering the month long journey it took to get here from the capital it seems like dying at the foot of success would be an ironic way to go. Cautiously, I walk down the path, passing the marble pillars that held high above. My reflection painted...
TranssexualThis is an original work of TG Fiction intended for adult audiences. If you are under 18 years, go away and come back when you are. Any resemblance to real persons is entirely purposeful for which the author accepts all responsibility. Many thanks to Femur for a very generous and thorough review and edit that helped improve the final work and prevented much grammatical embarrassment. *---*---*---*---* Altered Fates - POWER ...
You are Louis, a male at the age of 24. Your whole life weird things have been happening to you. Until a couple years ago you couldn't quite understand how or why. All your life you would get into unusual sexual situations. When you were in high school you were really popular among girls and you never found it hard to get someone. You only realized in college that you have powers unlike anyone else. You can influence people, stop time, become invisible, and have whatever you are doing seem...
FantasyWelcome! In this story, you will follow one or more characters who wake up one morning to find that they have superpowers! The branches will be generally quite grounded, so don’t come into this expecting people to start hurling black holes at each other but what you can expect will be outlined at the beginning of every branch. Whether it is gritty or more light hearted will depend on the branch in question. The powers come from an unknown source and can be explained by an author if they so...
The Skate Park---Transfer of PowerMornings at the sk8t park were always the best. Still lots of tree shade, but in the summer, still hot as fuck by noon. I was surprised at how many of the guys showed up---it was kinda short notice. Dustin and Kelso were sk8tin around the short track. I was just hangin on the table, waiting for the rest of the guys.Finally they were all there---I gave out a loud and hard whistle---lots of dudes were so jealous cause I could do that. We all were assembled now....
Testing Mom’s Will PowerBy ReebThe summer of 2011 started out as the hottest ever of my seventeen years of life so far. We live in a rural Pennsylvania community so the summers can be very hot and humid but I am referring to the intense sexual heat created by my raging teenage hormones. At this age, all I can think about is having sex and in my case lately, with the most beautiful woman in my world, my mom.I cannot help myself as I feel the strong need to masturbate numerous times a day, at...
Incest“I hate snow!” I muttered to myself as I walked up the steps to my apartment building, placing the key in the door lock and letting myself in.As I walked up the three flights of stairs, the lights began to flicker. “Great, this is all I fuckin need,” I yelled, not caring who heard. I placed my briefcase on the floor in front of my door, and unlocked the door and deadbolt. I walked in, tossed my bag and briefcase on the couch, and headed for the kitchen.I picked up the evening paper off of the...
ReluctanceI was bent over a spanking bench with my arms tied behind my back. In front of me was Naksh, seated in a chair and naked. His huge monster cock was 10 inches down my throat. I was sucking and slurping so passionately. I love Naksh’s big cock. Garima had spanked my butt for 300 swats with a large wooden paddle. My poor butt was sore. Nuzla had shoved a vibrating dildo so deep in my ass that she could not get it back out. She tried to grab it and wanted me to push, but I was too ass-full to push....
Gay Male"You little fool! You thought you could defeat the most powerful being on earth!" Jafar shouted as he strangled Aladdin. "Without the genie, boy, you're nothing!" "The genie has more power than you'll ever have!" Aladdin struggled to get out. "What!!" "He gave you your power, he can take it away!" "Al, what are you doing? Why are you bringing me into this?" The Genie asked. "Face it, Jafar, you're still just second best!" Aladdin continued. "You're right! His power does exceed my own! But not...
Mind ControlYou are Terra, a woman in her mid-twenties. You have shoulder length red hair and freckles to match, though mostly faded due to taking care of your skin. You're fairly attractive, though single, and you have a B cup bust and a fit bubble butt. No one would ever really say you've got big assets but it's not like you're exactly a stick. You are kind of a nerd, or at least you were but now you don't have as much time to indulge in nerdy things. Except maybe once a week or two. "Nat 20! It's a...
FantasyThroughout history men and woman have done whatever necessary to gain as much power and influence as possible in their lifetime. From the all powerful one percent, using their unstoppable influence to use the world as their personal playground to those with much less power but use what little they have to wreck havoc on others. Now its your turn to create or follow the adventures of those who use their power to use and claim those weaker or gullible then them. Choose the path you wish to take...
What a time to find out you have powers. Forty years old. Don't ask me how it happened, why or what, because I don't know. My parents don't have any powers that I know of, nor anyone else in my family. Me, some months after my fortieth birthday I woke up after a poor night's sleep to discover that I was covered in fur! I panicked and desperately wished it would go away, and it did. I lay back, relaxed, and put it down to a lucid dream. But I was curious. I tried experimenting. ...
She told me she had super powers. I did not believe her. I laughed. ‘You are a woman. You are weak. I am a man. I am strong.’ I looked at her 5’4′, 115 pound frame. ‘Do you want to see super powers from a super man?’ I raised my arm and flexed my bicep. Proud of the strength of my body and the muscles that I possessed, if anyone was super powerful, it was me, not her. Unrelenting and confident in her abilities, she stood her ground, smiled, and felt the hardness of my muscle. ‘Yes, you are...
Ava had been in the waiting room for only twenty minutes before she started fidgeting. She picked at the invisible lint on her skirt, and every couple seconds she would straighten it. Her eyes kept glancing around the room, and she grew more and more embarrassed as the time ticked on. She couldn’t figure out why she was the one sitting in the waiting room of a sex therapist office. Will was the one that had been having the affairs. ‘Surely, he should be here discussing his issues with...
CuckoldTHE MONK'S POWER How I got there The Monastery Janan Marish's story The Tour Jakeed What Next Marish's Gift Dalark The Omni My memory returns The Master's Death The Monk's Power How I got there As I slowly woke up, several realizations occurred to me at the same time. I was freezing although I was covered with heavy coverings and didn't even have my face exposed to the frigid mountain air. I also hurt all over and knew that my body had been badly...
July 10, 1992, Chicago and Glencoe, Illinois “Be very careful, Tiger,” Jessica said on Friday afternoon. “I will,” I said. “I just want answers to my questions.” “Will you be able to trust those answers?” “That’s a good question,” I said. “All I can do is see what she has to say, if anything.” “You said that her dad thought she’d talk to you.” “But he wasn’t completely sure. She didn’t tell him ‘no’ outright. It’s as we discussed - she’s an emotionally immature seventeen-year-old. Jesse...
It was night at my house and I was yet again with a book in my hands. I have always been smart loving math, physics and stuff but I never stopped to actually study anything. In my free time I usually was reading something science fiction fantasy and such. I’m 18 and in school anything that interested me was always easy to understand. In the start or at most middle of the explanation I already had the rest figured out. When everyone was doing the second exercise I had finished. But even then I...
After a long and arduous day of training and learning at the hand of the Sorcerer Supreme, Wanda wandered the countless lines of dusty, three metre high bookshelves in the Sanctum’s library. She wasn’t hardly ever looking for anything in particular, Wanda just took whatever old text happened to catch her eye. Today her wandering gaze finally landed on a thin, hardback book in a deep shade of red. Removing it carefully from the shelf, she read its title. Seitekina Chikara. Two words Wand managed...
There are evil things in this world. Things both dark and foul that man was not meant to know. Magics forbidden to all but the most crazed or foolish, for they deal in things most civilized men find distasteful... corrupt, or entirely evil. Despite this, there are many who seek these arts, convinced that mastering the spells and rituals of the forbidden arts will make them more powerful than their peers. This is a tale of one of them. Her name is Asharra Valaar... though that name is one of her...
Phillip went into the kitchen, looking for a snack and a drink before he had to meet Ann Marie in the Danger Room for a training session. He had just finished a different kind of training session with the Professor. The Professor had scanned Phillip mentally again and when they were done the Professor said that he put some blockers in Phillip's mind so that he wouldn't feel so much pain upon manifestation of his powers. He told Phillip that he expected him to do the hard work required to...
Frank got out of bed just like he did any other day. The sun was already shining through his cheap, half-broken blinds through his window, bathing the room in soft light. He rubbed his eyes, yawned and staggered towards the small kitchenette that was on the other side of his drab, studio apartment. After starting up his coffee machine and throwing some instant oatmeal in the microwave he noticed a strange envelope on his kitchen counter. Printed neatly on the envelope was his full name and...
Mind ControlSome examples of the Items that might appear in the reality of your choice: Ring of 3: A golden ring with three emeralds. When worn you can change a person through the use of a three word phrase. A person can only be changed three times before they are immune to further uses of the ring, however any transformations are then permanent. Reality Remote: Alter reality through the use of a remote control. Tainted Cube: The power within a Cosmic Cube allows whoever wields it to literally reshape...
Mind ControlA Quest for Power AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story will consist of multiple chapters, its length will depend on howmuch reader feedback I get (i.e. how many people are enjoying the story) andhow many ideas I have (although readers feel free to send me ideas, I quiteoften use them in plot lines). Since the codes for the story have to be predetermined before the story isposted (and I can't change them with each new chapter) I guessed at what codesI will be incorporating. I apologize if the code you...
In the ancient and dangerous realm of Hythoria many races of sentient and mindless creatures dwelled together in a turbulent coexistence. In the massive continent there were several petty kingdoms that had been carved out in the sprawling expanse, but the largest three were divided between the kingdom of Vitrainia, which was ruled by the race of Men and their warmonger King, the kingdom of Exonia, ruled by the cold and indifferent Elves and their Queen, and the large swath of Wastelands that...
FantasyIt’s been a long day and you are tired. So tired that after dinner you go to bed early, hoping for a nice, long, relaxing sleep and maybe a pleasant dream as well. Within minutes you are sound asleep… You blink a couple of times, wondering what sort of weird dream you’re having. You are surrounded by darkness in every direction, with no light visible, yet you are able to see your own body. “Well, it is a dream…” You tell yourself as you stand there, completely naked. Then a woman emerges from...
FantasyIf I had known how things might turn out from my position now beneath Tay, I would have pushed her foot away that was still pressing painfully on the side of my cheek grinding my face further into the dirt. Pushed her foot away, stood up, and marched straight back to my education department with a full report on how she had assaulted me. I would have recommended her immediate expulsion and had her file re-opened, the same file that the Board had examined when it recommended her re-instatement...
A Chinese woman's submission to White powerPART I1I'm a cheap chink cunt and I have the sexual need to be used by a White man I'm 29 years old, slim, petite, well educated Chinese woman. Even though I still look very young compared to other women of my age, biologically I'm approaching the peak of my sexuality. But I'm married to a worthless Chinese husband who can't fulfill me and every day and night I fantasize of being sexually dominated by a real man, a White man—whenever I...