The Aliens Gift:

Chapter 6:

I.

"You can't beat me."

Rick Evans shut his eyes, trying to block the memory out.  That
face.  Those words.  The memories still haunted him.  Why were
they still there?  He gasped slightly as he walked right into a
man who looked to be in a hurry.  The man looked up and opened
his mouth to yell but suddenly shut it, blinked and walked away
as if nothing had happened.  Rick kept walking through the crowd,
not even allowing himself a measure of revenge against the clumsy
oaf, such was the pain of the memory.  It had been 3 months since
his battle with Colt Winters, and still he hadn't gotten over it.
 If it hadn't been for one slight oversight on Colt's part Rick
would probably have been either mindwiped or made some sort of
sex slave to some depraved woman as punishment.  Luckily, and it
had been luck, Rick was able to sneak a weave past Colt's tightly
woven mind web and affect the cops in the room to shoot up the
floor, making it crumble and allowing him to leave Colt's
immediate line of sight and give himself enough free will to flee
the scene.  Damn.  He never ran, ever, not when he had fought
that government funded, artificially "gifted" Marc Robard, not
even then, when he had fought on ground of Marc's choosing did he
run.  But he had expected Colt, and it was in his own damn
apartment that they fought, and at the end, he ran.  The memory
was not just a reminder of his failure, but also of his
cowardice.  Even then, it wasn't over.  It had taken him weeks to
repair the damage Colt had inflicted on his mind.  Colt wasn't
just any normal gifted, he was one of the best and the strongest
and he hadn't gotten that reputation by being clumsy.  For a
while he wasn't even sure what memories and feelings in his mind
were his and what Colt put there to push him in a direction of
his own choosing.  The feeling of helplessness, of being lost in
his own mind through those harsh days lingered and Rick tried
desperately not to think of them. But now, he was whole again,
finally.  Yesterday marked the last day of his training, his
recuperation and his self-inflicted exile from society.  3 months
spent away from everything, hidden away in the rocky mountains,
fixing himself, practicing his control on matter manipulation and
working on building his mind stronger.  He was stronger now, much
stronger, and he wasn't going to make the same mistakes as last
time, he was ready.  Well, almost ready anyways, he still hadn't
tested his newly tempered powers on humans.  Goats, birds, even
insects (which was proof of how much stronger he was) yes, but
not people.  He stopped in front of his destination, a large
greyish looking building and smiled, he was there.  Slowly the 18
year old opened the paint chipped red doors and entered, gently
brushing the sign in front that read "Glenville Secondary
School."

II.

The air was rank with grease and the humidity was incredible. 
Rick grimaced as he quite literally felt the oil building over
his skin.  He had forgotten just how terrible the environment of
the cafeteria at his school.. no.. old school.. was.  Damn, he
had to keep remembering that this wasn't his school anymore, he
had taken himself out when he recieved the alien's gift.  But,
that didn't mean that he didn't have unfinished business, he had
left too abruptly before, he was so entranced with his gift that
he had not given revenge much thought when he pushed the
administration into graduating him early AND changing his
transcipt to show excellent marks.  At that time, nothing
mattered more to the failing student, and even that one time he
did test his powers out on a student, it was just on the girl
that sat behind him in chemistry and he was too inexperienced and
he messed up.  That was another reason he was here, to fix a
mistake, he had wanted to give Susan Summers i shot at being at
the top of the social chain.  She was a geeky looking girl, with
flat, black hair that stuck too closely to her head, round
glasses that were too big for her eyes and a weight and acne
problem.  He had wanted to give her a chance to taste what she
normally would never get to, but in his excitement, he hadn't
thought to test out his matter manipulation first, and now, she
was the only girl in the whole world with one breast bigger than
the other, another reason he left, no, ran from the school.  No
mistakes this time though, not this time, he was practiced,
ready, hell, he was probably strong enough to defeat Colt, but
first, a test, he had learned to be cautious.  But first, he had
to do something about this damn grease and the smell.  He
concentrated hard on his skin, and the air an inch off of his
skin and slowly he felt it clearing, an invisible barrier being
created filtering out the foreign elements.  He smiled, it
worked!  The air in the mountains had been pretty clear already,
and filtering the pollution from that was no problem, but this,
this was an achievement, yes, he WAS stronger!  He closed his
eyes and concentrated deeply, affecting every mind in the room,
and had them all ignore him, as if he wasn't there, but
unconciously aware of him so that they didn't try to walk through
him or something.  Invisibility wasn't something he could
accomplish, he wasn't even sure if it was possible period, but in
life, everything is relative, as long as people weren't allowed
to see him, it was practically the same thing.  He scanned the
room, where was she?  And then he saw her, sitting alone in the
corner, eating her bologna sandwich quietly.  His first
inclination was to run, the shame flooding through him again,
there was no way she could possibly forgive him, and he wasn't
going to seize her mind either, she deserved more than that. 
But, he could correct this, now he could.  He probed her mind
first, to see what had happened to her since he left.  Thoughts
flashed through his mind, memories that weren't his, experiences,
images, voices.  When he was done, he wished he had never scanned
her at all.  She had suffered horribly, and had to stuff one of
the cups of her bra so that it would look similar to the other,
but those that knew spread it around.  Her first gym class after
that incident turned out to be her last.  After being ridiculed
to the point of tears that day, she faked sickness to avoid any
more embaressment, but the damage had been done and she was
completely alone now, branded as a freak by even the lowest of
the low.  He felt terrible, a feeling that he never felt. 
Although he would not consider himself heartless, Rick Evans was
quite brutal when he had to be, and when he wanted to be his
morals could be virtually non-existant.  He had enslaved innocent
young girls to be his sex toys, turned girls into writhing masses
of horniness and even turned a government agent into his personal
maid.  Of course all of that was destroyed by that goodie-goodie
Colt, but while he was in control, he felt no remorse, girls were
meant to be his inferiors.  Now however, he felt great remorse,
inferiors they may be, but Susan was not, she deserved better,
and he had given her the opposite.  He sighed, that would all
change, he would make it up to her in ways she could never
imagine, and then, when he was done here, and when he was
confident of his strength, he would go find the man responsible
for his exile, he would go and destroy Colt Winters.

III.

Susan Summers, sat in the corner of the cafeteria, trying not to
cry into her sandwich.  One would think that by now she would be
used to the misery she had to endure day in and day out, but
still every day she wanted to just cry.  Her life was bad enough
before that day in chemistry, but now... now it was beyond bad,
it was horrible, and she wanted to die.  However, she had pretty
much figured out that she was too damn scared of death to bring
the exacto knife any closer to her wrist.  She looked down at her
chest and tried not to break out into tears.  She had always been
ashamed of her small breasts that were barely an A cup, but now,
she wished that she was completely flat.  Her hand slowly moved
to her left breast and felt the tissue wadded up inside the bra
cup.  After that day, she didn't know what happened, but somehow
her right breast grew, while her left didn't, leaving her with
one A cup and the other a C.  She shut her eyes tight to fend off
the bout of weeping she knew was about to come on, she didn't
want to attract more attention to herself.  She was a freak, and
nobody let her forget it.  Before at least she tried to look
good.  Although terribly ashamed of her body, at least Susan
wasn't deformed, and wore blouses sometimes, but now, she wore a
sweat shirt every day to cover up her chest.  Sometimes, when she
felt even more insecure than normal, she'd keep her jacket on all
day, zippered up so that no one would see her malformed rack and
be reminded of her freakiness.  All she wanted was to be accepted
now, not even to be popular, but just to be accepted.  She
couldn't stop herself now, she needed to let it out, she had to
cry.  The tears began to well up in her eyes and she was about to
just wail when suddenly she felt a lot better. This was strange,
she knew she was miserable, and knew the reasons why, and they
still made her miserable, but she didn't feel that bad.  Of
course she still felt bad, but the whole cloud of sadness that
was weighing so heavily on her mind had suddenly lifted.  She
blinked.  What the hell?  She was about to get up and get herself
to the school nurse to see if anything ELSE was wrong with her
when she realized that she wasn't alone.  Next to her sat a boy
she thought she knew, but at the same time couldn't place.  She
was about to ask who he was when he interrupted her.  "Hi Susan,
I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Rick Evans.  I sat in
front of you in chemistry."
  Rick... Evans?  Why did that name sound so familiar?  Wait...
now she remembered, he was the kid that graduated early with full
honors, even though she was so sure he had the lowest marks in
the grade.  He also looked different, a bit older, and in much
better shape, she noted. Rick wasn't wearing anything fancy, just
a jean jacket over a t-shirt and blue denim jeans.  But even
through the tshirt, she could tell, he had some muscle definition
now, he was no longer the bony thin kid that everybody looked
down on.  She looked around to see if anyone thought it strange
that she had company but no one seemed to care.  In fact she saw
the teacher monitoring the lunchroom walk right by Rick, look
straight past him out the window and then keep walking.  One
would think that with all these worry about school shootings and
strangers entering the school someone would be worried about Rick
returning, but everybody acted as if he didn't exist. She was so
confused, she had to ask what the hell was going on.  "I remember
you." she said as nonchalantly as she could, "Why are you back? 
And why are you here, talking to me?"
  He inhaled, visibly shaken by her presence, though she knew not
for the love of god why. Finally, after what seemed like hours,
he spoke.  "I'm sorry Susan."  Was all he said at first, but
before she could ask him what he was sorry for he answered.  "I'm
the one who caused your breasts to become the way they are."  She
gaped.

IV.

Susan couldn't believe it, she just absolutely couldn't believe
it.  Even after Rick had told her everything, that he meant well
and that he was so sorry for doing this to her, and even why he
could do it and THAT he could do it, she still couldn't believe
it.  It was so fantastical, like something out of a bad porn
story.  Yet she was proof, there was no better explanation as to
why she was messed up physically the way she was.  She didn't
know how to feel either, angry, sad, hateful, worried, a whole
army of emotions ran ramshackle through her.  Finally, when all
was said and done inside her mind, there was really only one
thing she had to say, or more correctly, ask.  "Can you fix me?"
  Rick was relieved, even though nobody could see him except for
her, and it would not attract any attention, he was still so
worried that she would go ballistic on him, and if she had, he
didn't think that he would be able to stop her with his powers in
good conscience.  But she had obviously realized that hurting him
would do no good, and anger was the last thing she needed.  He
had so hoped that she would forgive him and ask him to fix her. 
He would, gladly. "Of course I can help.  I've wanted to for so
long.  In fact i think i'll be able to help you in ways you would
never have thought possible, but one thing at a time."  Inside,
he began to feel better, he was forgiven, and was in charge
again, his normal confidence began returning.  He stared at her
breasts and focussed on the left one, growing it, slowly as to
not startle her. The fleshy mount grew, until it was no longer a
mound but a globe and pushed the tissue out of the bra.  She
looked stunned.  He smiled.  "Is that ok?  I mean, did you want
them both to be A or C?"
  Susan blushed, at the moment very thankful for Rick, she was
normal, again.  Relatively normal at least.  "I hated my As, I
love this, my breasts are so much fuller now.  Thank you."  She
giggled happily and then leaned forward and gave him a peck on
the cheek.  Rick grinned, he had atoned, and now could get on
with it.  He was about to tell her about what else he could and
would do for her when a strong scent of perfume hit his nostrils.
 He looked up and groaned, it was Erika Green, the super bitch of
the school.  Every person in the world, at one time or another
knew an Erika, she would be the most popular person in the
school, who had loads of charisma, looks and everything else. 
She was the girl everybody wanted to be, or wanted to do, but at
the same time everybody hated her because she was so perfect.  It
would have been great if she was very sexually active even, but
like all those perfect people out there, she wasn't, she wasn't a
slut, or an airhead blonde, although she was blonde, she also had
straight As in every class.  Perfect people like that was one of
the reasons Rick got into the female mind enslavement business in
the first place, teases, trendybitches, ice queens the whole lot
deserved to be turned into the whores that they were inside.  In
a societal way, they were whores, taking advantage of the
weaknesses and needs of the society for superficial preference,
and getting money, prosperity and popularity out of it.  Instead
of trading sex for money, they traded their image they gave to
the school and to people who hung around them, for anything they
wanted.  Whores, every last one of them, and Erika was no
exception, in fact, if anyone deserved to have her life ruined,
it was her.  Rick was ready too, but not yet.  Soon though, Susan
would have more than she ever dreamed possible.

V.

"Oh I'm sorry, am i interrupting your little fantasy kiss with
your INVISIBLE boyfriend?" Erika sneered cruelly at Susan.  The
fatter girl was confused for a second, then remembered that only
SHE could see Rick.
  "Go away bitch."  Her voice held more confidence than before,
she had a feeling life would be looking up soon.
  "Oooh, the freak has teeth after all.  You're so worthless, you
don't even deserve an imaginary boyfr..."  She stopped in her
tracks, her body frozen in midsentence.
  Rick's voice was angry. "Go away Erika, we'll deal with you
later, but for now go away.  Walk back to your friends as if you
had said everything you wanted to.  You won't know that I told
you to go, and you will think that you are finished with whatever
you wanted to say.  Act normally, this never happened."  Susan
was astonished, not just at the words, but that Erika did exactly
as she was asked to and in seconds was back at the "cool" table
with her friends.  Rick was telling the truth! (as if the breast
thing wasn't enough proof) He could do everything he claimed to
be able to.  Still shocked, she could only just stare at Rick in
awe.  He grinned at her expression, the fun was about to start. 
"Susan, your life is about to change, but how it changes it up to
you.  But basically, you can have any wish you desire.  I need
the practice anyways.  So what's first?"
  She was stunned, it was too much to take in at once, what would
she want?  Revenge?  Definitely, but there was so much potential
in this, what first?  "Uhh.. uhh.. like.. like what could i ask
for?  What's allowed?"  The chubby girl stammered, unsure of
herself and of what seemed to her like a dream.
  "Just about anything, I can control people, I can make them
feel anything I want, do anything I want.  Hell, I can even alter
biological matter and affect cells and all that.  I can do
anything, just ask."  When she still couldn't seem to answer, he
continued.  "I'll start you off ok?"  He looked thoughtful.  "Are
you happy with your body?  I mean, yeah, your breasts are bigger,
but is there anything else you want to be changed?  Anything at
all, I can affect hair length, height, even eye and hair colour.
Anything.  And if you're worried that people will stare right
now, I've made it so that everybody in the caf don't even see us
here, so we've got total privacy."
  Susan was still in shock, but at the same time, also felt this
great surge of happiness inside her.  It was like a prayer had
been answered and she ran through her mind picking out every wish
she'd ever had.  "Well, I hate being 5'1" is there any way you
could make me taller?"   Rick smiled.  "How tall?"
  She considered that for a second.  "5'7" would be about right I
think."  Her hand moved above her head, gauging the distance. 
"Yeah, 5'7""
  "Ok then.  Umm, i think you might want to be naked for this."
  Susan blinked.  "NAKED?"
  The teenage boy chuckled.  "You're about to add half a foot of
height, do you think your clothes would still fit afterwards? 
Trust me, nobody else is going to see you except for me.  I could
change your morals so that being naked doesn't bother you, if you
want."
  She blushed bright red.  "No, no, it's quite all right.  I
think I'll manage."  Slowly her clothes started dropping to the
floor, until there was nothing but her panties and bra.  "What
will I do after this though?  Prance around the school naked?"
  Rick grinned.  "Although I'd like to see that, you don't have
to worry about it.  I'll get you some new clothes.  Trust me." 
Somehow his assurances didn't help, but she really had no choice
but to believe him.  "You ready?"  She nodded.  "Ok, then, I
don't think you should feel too much, though I don't honestly
know, I've never done this before."  It wasn't quite true, but he
didn't want to scare her.  Once before he had tried to make a
girl taller and ended up compressing her spinal column.  It had
taken all his effort to fix her again, and after that he hadn't
tried it.  But now, after all his training, he was certain he
could do it.  He concentrated and focussed his attention on her
dimensions.
  Susan gasped as she felt a slight tingling throughout her body
and suddenly realized that the floor was getting further away,
she was floating... no wait, she was taller!  The sensation
stopped suddenly and looked at her light reflection in the
window.  She WAS taller, by about half a foot.
  A few feet away Rick was very pleased with himself, having
accomplished a height change. Colt would be in for a shock the
next time they fought.  He took in the sight of her.  Although
she looked better taller, there was still a lot lacking in her
aesthetically.  Susan still carried a lot of flab around her ass
and stomach, and she apparently had given up on shaving her legs
and armpits.  As well she had an acne problem all over her body,
that seemed to concentrate on her face.  And then there was her
hair, flat, and a very oily black.  He disapproved, but wasn't
about to make any changes yet, it was her call.  There were
millions of girls in this world that deserved to be turned into
sex dolls, but not this one.  "So," he said after a spell,
"what's next?"

VI.

  She looked down at her body and saw everything that she had
always wanted to hide, but no more hiding from now on, things
would be different thanks to this wonderful guy.  "I'm
disgusting, just look at me.  Hmm.  I know I should shave, but
it's just such a hassle, could you do something about that?"
  He nodded and instantly the hair fell off.  "You'll find that
it won't grow back there either.  Do you want all your pussy hair
gone too?"
  If the politically incorrect word bothered her, Susan didn't
show it, now was not the time for political correctness. 
Possibly never again.  Who cared about that when you could have
the perfect body in the world?  "Yes, I want to be smooth all
over."  She began taking off her panties and bra too, allowing
Rick full view of her body.  "Talking about which, could you fix
my skin problem too?"
  "Easily."  He waved a hand casually, a meaningless gesture, but
it was for show.  Suddenly her pubic hair all fell off as well,
joining their brethren on the floor, and her skin cleared up, all
her acne simply vanished and her skin became less oily.
  She took another glance in the mirror, she looked a lot better,
but not great... yet.  "Ok," she said confidently, now very
comfortable with her predicament, "I want all this flab gone too,
and I want a much nicer figure, something that will make even
Erika jealous, something out of a guy's wet dream."
  Rick grinned, were all girls sluts at heart?  He made a model
of the perfect fucktoy body in his mind and then shaped and
molded Susan's body into that image.  Her bulges receded, her ass
became tighter, her waist shrank by many inches and her stomach
became firmer.  When he was done a few seconds later, she was a
different girl all together: long slender legs, a tight ass and
stomach and hips that flared out perfectly.  She was exactly as
she wanted to be, a walking wet dream.  He tried his best to hide
the painful hard-on under his jeans.
  Susan's mind raced as she looked at her reflection in the
window.  She was drop-dead gorgeous, well except for her face and
hair, but that could be changed too.  She felt herself getting
horny just looking at herself.  Her sexual persuasion had always
been a bit of a grey area in her life, and only recently had she
figured out that she was bisexual.  This was probably a reason
why Erika hurt her so much.  On one hand she hated her, on the
other hand Susan was damn hot for the cheerleader and sometimes
masturbated to the fantasy of 69ing the beautiful blonde.
Anyways, back to the concern at hand.  She admired herself a bit
more.  "Could you fix up my face a bit?  And my hair too?  I
don't want it greasy and stuff.  And not jet black either, but I
don't want it blonde or something, could you just read my mind or
something and make me look like the image I have?"
  He nodded, that was simple stuff.  He probed her mind, caught
the idea forming in her head and changed her accordingly.  Where
her hair colour had once been black it was now light brown with
streaks of reddish auburn in it, and it was no longer flat,
instead her hair had become luscious and framed her head well. 
It was longer, although not by much, just slightly below her ears
now, and wasn't just a mop of follicles, but styled quite
elegantly.  She had slight bangs now, which seemed to hold itself
up without the need of any sprays, as did the rest of her hair,
and it was layered too.  With her face, he made her lips fuller,
although not ridiculously so, and fixed a slight bent in her
nose, lengthened her eye lashes and changed her eyes from a
boring dark brown, bordering on black to a light brown, almost
reddish colour.  He gazed upon her, like an artist taking a step
back to look at his finished masterpiece.  When he started Susan
was a chubby, short, 36A chested girl and now she was a beautiful
34C. More than that, she was now what every girl aspired to be
and every guy aspired to fuck.  His erection strained against his
jeans very painfully now and he wished he could relieve it. 
Possibly he could soon, he thought, possibly.  He looked back up
at her.  "So, what do you think?"
  Susan smiled and kept gazing at her new body.  She was
absolutely stunning.  No one would recognize her like this, but
she didn't care, this was perfect!  But she was so damn horny,
being naked like this, and with a body that she had now, a body
made for sex.  She looked lustily at Rick, the man who had given
her a new life and grinned deviously.  He looked a bit confused,
and then less so, and much more happy as she kneeled in front of
him, unzipped his fly, pulled out his rock hard 10 inch member
and began sucking on it.  He grinned, this was better than he
thought.

VII.

Rick smiled as he sat casually on the "cool" table looking as if
he owned the place.  Lunch still had some time to go, and
everything was about to get better still.  After their 3rd fuck
(that girl was insatiable, he liked that), Rick had taken Susan
around the school, pushing girls into giving up their clothes,
until she had a full set that she could wear for the remainder of
the day.  Later on he would go with her to get her some new
clothes, but not now.  Now was a time for fun and vengence.  He
looked at the scene that played out in front of him.  Of course
he had a hand in that scene, but nobody else knew that, he would
just do whatever Susan was saying thus allowing her use of his
powers without actually HAVING his powers.
  Erika couldn't believe it.  It WAS Susan.  She could tell by
the face, even though everything else looked completely wrong. 
Somehow that geek had went from being a short fat ugly one
breasted freak into a voluptuous, tall, extraordinarily beautiful
woman.  The girl that now stood in front of her was now wearing a
black mini skirt, halter top with no bra underneath and knee high
heel boots.  And every pair of eyes that was normally on her, was
now on Susan.  For the first time in her life she felt a bit
inadequate.  But a loser was STILL a loser and she would still
put her in her place.  No sooner had she thought that thought and
was about to act on it, the girl that WAS Susan, but at the same
time wasn't, spoke first.
  "Ok bitch, as you can tell i'm not the same Susan Summers you
once knew, and after today, you won't be the same Erika Green
that we all know and hate."  She saw the other girl's mouth open.
 "Shut up, from now on you're not going to say another word till
I allow it."  The mouth closed, much to Erika's surprise.  Susan
grinned, this was wonderful, the power, the control, everything.
She was horny again.  That could be remedied.  "All right, first
off, we are going to make a few changes.  But before that, you
are to forget everything that just happened, and go back to your
normal whatever it is you do.  You won't see me, but you will be
aware of what I'm saying, subconsciously."
  Rick grinned, the girl was good.  She wanted this to be not
only fun, but publicly humiliating.
  Erika blinked twice and then turned around and began talking to
Robert Lyons, the quarterback of the football team who was
sitting next to her.  She was, as usual, acting like a total
tease and flirting shamelessly.  This would change.  Susan spoke.
 "Ok bitch, you no longer like men, they absolutely disgust you,
in fact you aren't attracted to them and the memories you have of
every being with one disgust you as well."  Rick did the
necessary pushes.
  Erika looked at Robert in a new light all of a sudden, like a
switch had just been flipped.  Oh my God, he was so... horrid. 
She couldn't believe why she ever wanted to be with him in the
first place! He was a GUY.  They were disgusting creatures.  She
didn't know why she felt this way, but she did.  She must have
been blind before not to have seen it.  Her mind wandered back to
her previous dates.  She had to refrain from throwing up right
there, the thought of a cock near her pussy made her want to
retch.  She stood up all of a sudden and sat away from the group
of jocks and next to her friend Tania.  Robert looked confused
and tried to stop her but she shook of his hand with disgust. 
"Get away from me, you're so nauseating!"  She said, still not
knowing why she felt this way.
  Susan smiled hugely.  This was great.  "Ok, you are very
attracted to girls.  VERY attracted.  You can't be near one
without being horny.  You NEED your pussy sucked so much that
without it you feel a huge sense of loss.  The idea of being with
a girl appeals to you and you think that lesbianism is the most
romantic thing in the world.  When you look at any girl, you
cannot help but picture them naked and the thought turns you on.
You will imagine yourself licking her pussy like crazy and you
will like the thought.  And when you imagine lesbian sex you will
think how great it would be to be the submissive one in the
relationship.  Also, at the moment you really have to go pee." 
She smiled and sat back to watch the fireworks.
  Erika was having a problem.  It was quite a major one too.  She
had just gotten back from the girls washroom and she was a total
wreck.  Every girl in the room turned her on so much!  As she
looked at them all she thought about was them naked and her
licking their pussy.  She licked her lips just thinking about it,
the idea of being with another girl was so romantic!  God, why
had she wasted her time with guys instead of being with another
girl, laying in her arms, it would be wonderful!  In fact, she
was so distracted that she opened up a used stall (the locks were
all busted) and caught a girl in the middle of a piss.  Just the
sight of a half naked girl and her legs spread made her cum right
there in her panties, she had to fight an impulse to get between
the girl's legs and suck her right there.  She ended up
masturbating for 10 minutes inside her own stall, bringing
herself to orgasm after orgasm imagining herself in a 69 with
that girl, bringing her mistress to hundreds of climaxes. 
Mistress, yes, how great would it feel to serve another girl, to
be the one giving pleasure, she licked her lips at the thought of
licking some other lips.  What was wrong with her?  She could
remember a time when she hated the very thought of lesbianism,
but... but that was before.  She felt so enlightened.  Men were
pigs, they were disgusting, of course she loved women, anyone
would, the very concept of lesbianism was so romantic!  She tried
to think straight again (no pun intended), what was wrong with
her?  Goddammit, it was wrong, she knew it was.  But her body and
her desires were beginning to win out.  Even as she sat back down
next to Tania she was thinking of nothing else but pleasuring her
friend.

VIII.

Rick smirked at the scene before him.  Susan was even better at
this than he could have imagined. Much less crude than the
techniques he had used when he had first gotten the gift.  After
his battle with Colt, he had figured out that Colt had tracked
him down by following the trail of affected women he left in his
wake.  Whenever a mind is tampered with there is a change in the
"order" of the thoughts in that mind.  If the person doing the
affecting wasn't skilled or careful, the mind would be very
disorganized, much like running into a room, putting the couch
where you wanted it and knocking over everything else in the
process.  The women he had changed were almost beyond repair, and
couldn't be altered anymore very easily.  If he wanted to move
the couch some place else, he would have a hard time doing it
with all that broken clutter in the way.  However, he had since
learned how to do it so cleanly that the damage was negligible. 
The key was to slowly integrate your will into the person so it
is essentially the person's will doing your bidding, such as what
Susan was doing, making Erika think lesbian thoughts before
actually making it appeal to her.  It was like reorganizing the
entire room before moving the couch, it took longer, but in the
end, looked better.  Now if Colt or any of his posse had scanned
Erika, they wouldn't see anything wrong with her at all, as far
as they could tell, she would have always been a lesbian.  And
now, Erika was about to become Susan's slave, but this would be
on her own free will.  That was the beauty of it.  With simple
nudging, a person's mind will supply more than enough will to do
the rest.  He leaned back on the wall and enjoyed the show.
  The tears fell like so much water from Niagara falls, spilling
right out of Erika's eyes into her drenched palms.  She sat
there, in an empty classroom, crying her eyes out.  A few minutes
ago, she knew she was the most popular girl in the school, had
her choice of guys (god, she hated guys) and she was on top of
the world.  Now, she was an outcast.  She had kissed Tania, her
best friend, and was completely rejected and branded a lesbian by
the whole school.  What was even wrong with lesbianism?  She
moaned just thinking about it, just thinking about being with
another girl.  The worst part was, it wasn't really being
unpopular that made her so unhappy was that she would be alone
and without a girlfriend!  She wanted to be in a lesbian
relationship so badly now, she would give anything for it.  She
wept again, and the tears kept streaming out.  She had wanted
Tania, she was so beautiful, they had been so close.  The thought
of their breasts pressing together as she and her best friend
were locked in a passionate kiss made her want to cum right
there.  It wasn't fair!  She kept crying, and was shocked when an
arm wrapped around her, a slender delicate arm belong to... A
GIRL!  She cried a bit more, this time in joy and receding
sadness.  It was Susan, that loser.  Loser?  How could she be a
loser, Erika pondered, trying to make heads or tails of the
thoughts running rampant through her brain.  She was so gorgeous,
all Erika wanted to do was fuck her like mad.  Susan began to
stroke her full blonde hair with one hand and caress her with the
other, pulling her closer to her.  Erika whimpered in joy, this
felt so right, to be in the arms of another woman, pure bliss
raced through her heart. "It's all right.  It's all right, I'm
here, I'll take care of you honey."  Erika sank deeper into the
girl's embrace and lay there in her arms, feeling so happy.  She
had felt so alone after being laughed out of the cafeteria that
this was paradise to her.  She had never felt anything like this
before, ever.  Her head was nuzzled tight against Susan's firm C
cup breasts.  God, how she wanted to suck on those tits herself.
She looked up with tearful, happy eyes into the face of her
saviour.  "Mistress?" she stammered hesitantly.  She didn't know
why she called her that instead of Susan, but it seemed right,
she wanted someone to take control, someone to rescue her from
this pit of despair, why shouldn't that girl be her mistress?
  Inwardly Susan gave a shout of joy, it worked!  "Yes my pet?" 
She answered so nonchalantly it scared even her.
  "I... I..."
  Susan smiled, Erika sounded so docile.  "What is it my pet?"
  "I... I... want to... ummm..."
  "Yes?"
  "Can... I please... kiss you?"
  The smile became a grin.  "Absolutely pet."  The way Erika's
face lit up at those words made her so horny.  Wasting no time,
she pulled the blonde close and gave her a deep and passionate
french kiss.  Erika just melted, feeling like she was in heaven,
this was exactly as she had imagined it.  No, even more so, more
romantic than her wildest fantasies.  She loved this, loved being
like this.  Finally the kiss ended and the two young soon-to-be
lovers were left staring into each others eyes.  Susan couldn't
help but notice how Erika's eyes kept glancing at her breasts and
crotch.  How deep were the emotions that Erika felt for her? 
There was only one way to find out.  Well, only one way that she
would really enjoy.  "Pet, do you want to lick me?  Do you like
my body?"
  Erika nodded her head like a little puppy.  "Yessssss... your
body is soooooooo beautiful.  I just want to lick you all over. 
Please let me lick you mistress.  Let Erika lick you."
  Susan grinned from ear to ear, this was too good.  "I don't
think you deserve it bitch.  Beg for it, tell me how much you
want me pet."
  A look of shame splashed upon Erika's face at the words "I
don't think you deserve it."  Bitch was just the exclamation mark
that tore through her heart.  She felt so hurt that this girl
that she was so in love with didn't think she was worthy.  But
then she heard that beg for it and her heart leaped with joy at
the chance for redemption.  She immediately got on her knees and
begged.  "Please mistress, PLEASE let your pet lick you.  Erika
wants you so bad!!! You're everything to her.  Please let her
lick you.  She'll do a great job, she promises!"  Without
conscious thought, her mind had already fallen into such a
submissive mode that she unwittingly spoke in the third person.
  "Ok pet, you may."  Susan said in a soft voice, already falling
in love with the new Erika.  She quickly took off her halter and
mini skirt.  She had decided not to wear panties or bras anymore
and so, was completely naked except for her boots, which she
kept.  She laid down and was about to say something when Erika
leaped upon her like an excited puppy and began licking and
sucking her tits.  Her hand reached between her mistresses legs
and began pumping 2 fingers in and out of her snatch.  Susan was
moaning now, and breathing harder as the attention to her rock
hard nipples and aching cunt was starting to get to her. 
"Godddddd, you're sooooo goood." she breathed deliriously, her
body bucking hard against her pet's fingers.  "Ugh.. Ugh...
OOHhhhhhhhhhhhh" She came hard but Erika didn't stop, replacing
her fingers with a tongue and eating Susan out with unbridled
enthusiasm.  "Oohhhhhh.. OOOHHHHHHHHHHH.. don't stop pet!! DON'T
STOP!!!!"  Susan came again and again, reaching orgasm after
orgasm until she was almost totally drained, laying naked on top
of a bunch of desks.  She had no idea that lesbian sex could be
that good, or any sex for that matter.  She had been a virgin
until she had fucked Rick earlier and now Erika.  Her new body
was just so made for this that it destroyed her inhibitions and
knowing that she was such a hot piece of fuck meat made the once
sexually frustrated teen, really damn horny.  She looked up at
her new pet and watched in interest as she licked herself of all
her cum.  "That was great.  How do you feel darling?"
  Erika beamed.  "Your pet is soooo happy she was able to please
her mistress.  She thinks her mistress is sooo beautiful.  Pet is
lucky."
  "Your think I'm beautiful?"
  Erika nodded vehemently.  "Very beautiful.  In fact, pet wishes
that she was as beautiful."
  "You do?  I think you're very beautiful sweetie, what's wrong
that you don't like?"
  Erika looked down ashamed.  "M-My tits.  They're so small."
  Susan blinked.  She would hardly call a 34 B small, and she
knew that the old Erika was proud of her breasts, but the new one
wanted to please her mistress completely, and felt inadequate
unless she was the perfect fuck toy for her.  She looked at Rick,
he looked back and smiled, she nodded.
  Suddenly Erika felt a slight tingling sensation in her chest. 
She looked down and was shocked and delighted to see her breasts
swelling and growing before her very eyes.  She was so happy! 
She wanted her mistress to be happy, and she knew her mistress
deserved more than the puny mounds of flesh she had once been so
proud of.  Giggling uncontrollably she began caressing her still
growing tits.  "Look mistress!! Look! they're growing!!!"  Erika
smiled, and giggled some more, she was happier now than she ever
had been.

IX. (a long way away, in another part of the US)

Colt Winters sat in the now empty stadium, rubbing his temples. 
He had just barely survived a fight against Marc Robard, or as he
was now called Weapon Beta, the second of a new breed of
government weapons.  Marc was not given the gift by aliens as
Colt and others had been.  Instead the gift was artificially
forced into him through the use of machines.  It had greatly
enhanced his mental capabilities and his gift was more powerful
and direct than any of the "gifted" he had yet faced. 
Unfortunately it also rendered Marc mostly insane and made him a
mindless, mental killing machine.  Colt swore under his breath,
that was one of the problems of fighting Marc, he had to
constantly protect the innocent bystanders at the same time,
often having to extend his mind shield to protect those around
him.  He had to stretch his powers and energies so thin that what
he had left to throw at Marc was as effective as tossing a raisin
at a grizzly bear.  He had only won because Danielle was able to
get through to the human side of W-Beta and cause it enough inner
confusion to flee the scene.  It was simply luck that he had been
able to figure out that Marc Robard was the same Marc that was
Danielle's old boyfriend, before she had run into Colt.  That
also explained Marc's total hatred for him and his sister Sheri,
who was Danielle's steady girlfriend, and had been for the past
few months.  He breathed in another ragged breath.  It was
already bad enough that he had to fight some of the pitched
battles against the naturally gifted that abused their powers, at
least he was amoung the strongest if not THE strongest of them
all, but to have to deal with the Weapons at the same time... he
didn't know how he could handle the constant pressure.  It had
been about half a year since Colt had first formed what was now
known as the GJL (Gifted Justice League) and brought in many of
the mind control criminals out there that abused their power.  By
now, he had gained a notoriety from his ilk, and they not only
feared him, but detested him.  That was possibly the biggest
strength the Weapons had, they had no negative emotions to weaken
them such as fear.  They were trained and conditioned and CREATED
to be the ultimate mental weapon, designed to destroy their
target.  He couldn't believe that a branch of his own government
could create something like that, but they did, for military
purposes obviously.  Having something that could read minds,
alter their looks, alter the enemy's biochemistry and control
minds would make the US a very powerful force to reckon with
indeed.  And these Weapons would leave no marks, radiation or
anything else.  They were clean, effective, and deadly when
needed to be.  He remembered his encounter with the first of
these super soldiers, Weapon-Alpha.  It was shortly after the
creation of GJL and Colt had tracked down that renegade Trent
Cheung and was locked in a massive psychic struggle when W-Alpha
arrived on the scene, in an attempt to destroy both gifteds.  It
had taken both their combined powers to make W-Alpha forget it's
mission and head back to base.  Trent disappeared after that, and
Colt let him go, for the favour rendered.  Trent was the least of
his problems anyways, the guy was a vigilante, and although Colt
didn't approve of his techniques, he couldn't put him in the same
category as villains like Rick Evans or Tristian Tempest.  Colt
let the anger he felt at that name pass.  Tempest was another
person he had let get away.  Trent, Rick and Tempest, were the 3
most powerful gifteds he had encountered in the 6 months since
his mission began, and he had not been able to capture or
"silence" (the term that was now given to removing the gift from
a gifted) any one of them.  But out of those 3, Tempest angered
him most.  He had had that battle won, when Tempest distracted
him with a fake attack and overpowered his mind with fatigue, a
feeling he had not anticipated to block.  In his semi-conscious
state, Colt could only look up into Tempest's face as he sneered
and walked away.  WALKED AWAY.  It angered him a lot that Tempest
didn't even bother to finish him off.  Worse still, Colt couldn't
even remember where Tempest lived anymore. It was still in his
mind, definitely, he knew that, he had put a special mind shield
around that piece of information to stop it from being removed,
but Tempest found a way around that too, adding about 2000
alternate locations of where his mind now said Tempest was. 
After about looking through 50 of those locales, he had just
given up.  Tempest would have to wait.  At the moment, everything
would have to wait.  For now all he wanted to do was go home and
sleep for about a week.  His brain hurt so much.  Marc had only
disappeared this time around because he was able to push somebody
into making the stadium speakers feedback massively, letting the
sound tear through Marc's eardrums and affect his concentration.
From there all Colt had to do was activate Marc's return program
and send him back to the government installation from which he
came from.  However, those damn Weapons had almost beaten him
again, and some day he feared, luck would fall on the wrong side
and he would be quite dead.  Or at least brain dead, which was
just as bad, if not worse, in his book.  He needed Jade.  More
than anything right now, he wanted to be back home in bed with
his fiancee, to sleep and rest and recover from the massive
mental injuries from this latest battle.  He would need it too. 
Though Colt Winters didn't know it at the time, but soon, he
would face his greatest challenge yet.

X. (Back to wherever Rick was, 1 week later)

Rick Evans walked out the door of the apartment and was about to
leave when he heard a voice urging him not to go just yet.  He
turned around and was greeted by a warm kiss from Susan.
  "You going hun?"  She looked up at him lovingly.
  He nodded and smiled gently.  "Yeah, I've got to find Colt, my
business with him isn't done yet."
  "He'll hurt you."
  "Maybe.  Maybe not.  Maybe I'll hurt him.  We'll see, at any
rate you have a life here now, and a sex toy that needs you."
  "I know, Erika is such a cutie, and she's so wonderful, I just
love her.  But... I love you too."  She blushed at the
confession.  "I really do, not just because you've done so much
for me, but also because of how good you are to me."
  Rick smiled and kissed her softly on the lips.  "I love you
too."  And he meant it too.  This was the first girl in his life
he hadn't used as simply a sex toy, and the first girl he had
fucked that he looked at as more than just a piece of meat with a
hole and breasts.  No, his feelings for Susan ran deeper than
that, deeper than lust and deeper than sex.  He would miss her,
but at the same time, he needed to finish this business with
Colt, he needed his revenge, and more than that, if he waited, he
was afraid Colt would find HIM and he didn't want Susan hurt. 
Besides, she had Erika, and those two made such a lovely couple.
A lot had changed for them in the past week.  Rick had gotten
Susan her own apartment, this one in fact, new clothes, and even
pushed some rich guy into depositing a hundred million dollars
into her bank account.  A few pushes here and there also got the
girls both out of school and with grades good enough for them to
go to any university of their choosing if they felt like it in
the future.  As well, he had made their parents completely ok
with the fact that they were lovers and were going to live alone.
 He had quite literally given Erika and Susan completely new
lives, and they both loved it.  One by choice and the other by
slight mental manipulation, but at least everybody was happy,
including him.  Every night, for the past 7 nights, Rick had been
involved in some very hot threesomes with 2 very hot girls and
had grown more and more in love with Susan.  Now he found it hard
to leave.  But he knew that he had to, and also knew that he
would find himself some fuck toys to entertain him while he was
away.  But they would just be that: toys.  He would be back, he
was sure of it.  Once he was done with Colt, he would be back to
settle down with Susan and maybe they'd expand from having 1 pet
to several.  One never knew, Susan was quite the kinky slut when
she wanted to be.  He kissed her again.  "I have to leave honey,
my plane leaves soon.  I'll miss you."
  She kissed him back deeply.  "I'll miss you too."  She smiled
and squeezed his crotch through his pants.  "And make sure you
don't tire THAT out too much, I've got plans for it when you get
back."  She grinned at that and kissed him once more.
  Rick smiled.  "I can't wait.  Go back to your pet, I think i
hear her begging for sex again."
  "Oh she's always like that, she's so sweet that way.  Bye!"
  He grinned, shut the door and locked it.  Even as he walked to
the elevator, he could hear Susan and Erika's cries of passion
through the paper thin walls and down the hall.  He couldn't wait
to be back.  Colt would have to be dealt with quickly and
painfully he thought to himself.  The painful part appealed to
him.

Epilogue:

Trent sighed inwardly as he looked out into the night sky. 
Something was coming, and he knew it. What was it that that boy
had said before Trent mindwiped him?  "It's too late, he's almost
here."  Those words were so eerie it frightened him, and not much
frightened him.  The boy had already been more powerful than he
had imagined, and whoever this guy was that the boy was talking
about, seemed much more powerful and that scared him.  He shook
his head and headed towards the direction of his bedroom. 
Something or someone WAS coming, and he didn't think even Colt
and his GJL could stop it.  He didn't KNOW that, but he felt it.
And he had learnt to trust his feelings.  He pushed those
thoughts to the back of his mind and tried to think of his lovely
girlfriend waiting for him in bed, ready to ease all the tension
out of him and make him forget about everything.  He took another
deep breath and tried to smile, but he wasn't sure that even a
night of hot passionate sex with the love of his life Amy, would
be able to make him feel any better.  The thought scared him.

Epilogue II:

It was dark.  Brandy Snow lay contented in her bed, well, her and
Leah's bed.  It had been 6 months since Leah Conners, Colt
Winter's former girlfriend, had taken her into her home and she
had never been happier.  Of course, lately Leah had been paying
her less and less attention as the artificial lesbian desires
coursing through her body were slowly being dissipated with time.
 This saddened Brandy a bit, but as long as it made Leah happy,
she was happy.  Thus was the state the once powerful gifted was
now relegated to, being a toy for a girl she would, in her past
life, have owned.  Of course, she was aware of none of this at
the moment.  That was when she heard the voice.
  "BRANDY SNOW"  It was low and booming and existed only in her
head, she was scared.
  "Y-yes?" She was talking aloud, but for some reason the whole
room seemed frozen and Leah was not even stirring from the noise.
  "I HAVE COME TO FREE YOU BRANDY SNOW"
  "F-Free m-me?"
  "YES AND IN RETURN YOU WILL HELP ME"
  "H-help?  W-w-who are you?"
  "THAT IS NOT OF YOUR CONCERN.  YOU WILL KNOW IN DUE TIME.  FOR
NOW I OFFER YOU A CHANCE TO REGAIN YOUR POWERS AND TAKE REVENGE
ON THOSE THAT CAUSED YOU PAIN.  THOSE LIKE COLT WINTERS."
  "Colt Winters?"  Suddenly every illusion that had been planted
in her brain vanished.  Memories began flooding back and with it
came her old personality.  She remembered everything.  Colt,
Sheri, everyone.  She would take her revenge on them and much
more than that.  Jade would be hers again and she would turn the
tables on Leah.  Yes.  She would make them pay.  She was more
confident now.  "What must I do?"
  "I HAVE A PROPOSAL FOR YOU."  And she listened and the more she
listened the more she liked it.  She smiled, for the first time
in half a year, she smiled on her own free will.  Business was
about to pick up.
  Five minutes later, a ravishingly beautiful girl, dressed in
nothing more than a teddy could be seen walking confidently out
of the Conner's residence and into the darkness of the night. 
That is, if anybody was watching, or allowed to watch...

Authors Note:  That's it, the end of episode 6.  Written in 2
days.  Man, i'm tired.  Anyways, this is not indicative of the
other episodes.  Most will have more action than this, but I
thought it was necessary to build up some of the elements and
characters that will recur later on as well as introduce the
reader to the change in writers and have them get accustomed to
how I perceive the AG universe.