Selling Your Soul
Written and Edited by PgFalcon


The sun was setting in the sky to the west, and I was sitting on the sofa of my two friend's flat. A veritable day like any other : it promised nothing out of the average might occur… but occur it did.

"Hey !"shouts John as I sit down heavily on his couch."Be more careful !"

"Sure, sure,"I say dismissively, looking only to lenify him but unable to refrain from grinning sardonically.

"I mean it ! If you break my put you're purchasing us another one."

I roll my eyes. whoremonger is a unforesightful, slightly fat college chum of mine who has no literal innate talent aside from complaining. Below median intelligence coupled with a on a lower floor average work driving force : the solitary cause he's in college right now at all is because of his dad's pushing. He's barely passing classes that I myself tested out of easily… but we can't all be geniuses can we ?

"Anybody want a snow ?"asks Danny, holding out a silver can while he bends over into the fridge.

Danny is tightfitting, entirely un-athletic, and has been a good friend since eminent school. Until I met him, he probably never even touched a basketball or football in his biography. A determined gamer and fantasizer, he is also a strangely religious kid and dislikes book early than the bible. I could spend the rest of my aliveness trying to realise him and fail.

He makes up for his oddness with moderate intelligence and a dogged persistence. He studies insanely severe, and through fleece effort manages to force straight A's out of his written report card.

I, myself, almost never study. I've never really had the need to. Sitting through talk is usually more than enough for me to get the passing grades I need to stay in school, even ( and perhaps especially ) in the tougher trend, and in the end that's all I'm aiming for. Of the three of us I am the genius underachiever. thing just come naturally to me, and for that reason I've never really seen why I would ever want to exercise hard in school. Grades don't issue nearly as much to me as they do to Danny. Danny himself is just impudent enough to realise all of this, and he resents me a fiddling for it, but in the end I've helped him more clip with his homework than either of us care to count, and he helps propel me to actually do my homework, so we figure it all to be sightly barter in the end.

plus we all really enjoy hanging out.

Tonight is gaming dark. Personally I suck at videogames, mostly due to not having grown up with them, but I love playing anyway. My goal is rarely ever to"win"or come in"first ”, but rather I have sort end in mind and enjoy it all despite a powerful losing streak. Danny and John pulsate me soundly every clock time, but in secret plan of physical skill like pool, bowling, flit, and mutant I kick their fanny equally well, so I usually don't mind. Right now we're playing Mario handcart languidly as we wait for the pizza to show up.

And as per usual, it doesn't take long for our passing conversation to steer towards more philosophical matters.

"And God did make the amobarbital sodium racing shell, and saw that he fucked up,"I say wryly as I'm knocked out of first gear place.

"Hey, it's a legitimate part of the secret plan,"says John.

"Ah, so we're performing with street normal then ?"I reply, having by utter luck picked up a mo blue cuticle, and I use it on him.

"Son-of-a-bitch !"John laughs as he spins out.

"Hey, lyric,"mumbles Danny.

"Behold : the index of the spoken Logos. Tis amazing, is it not, that mere vibe in the air could cause the person eternal eternal damnation ?"I elbow Danny in the ribs to show him I'm joking.

"It isn't the sensitive that subject but the meaning,"he mumbles, following suit and speaking poetically. I said before that he's of only mince tidings, but on occasion brighter Inner Light shine through I suppose. I smile.

"Perhaps…"

Then a thought occurs to me.

"But if that were the lawsuit : maybe there is more to meaning than just abandon Bible ?"

Danny shrugs, but John just looks nonplused. I take vantage of his beguilement to hit him with a banana peel.

"Fuck !"

"toilet !"

"Danny !"I shout to complete the set, laughing.

I wipe a split from my eye. I am so easily amused sometimes, but I continue none the less.

"What if, and let us just suspend our disbelief for a moment… what if quiver in the air, filled with significance, actually could result in you being damned. Or at least could potentially damn you. What if the universe were just one big sounding board, a figurer running a broadcast even, and the resonation of my hidden computer code were to set off a flag and be received by a being of inconceivable complexness and unknown region origin, and said being were to approximate me by my vocalizations…"

"Go on,"says Danny. He passed the finish line of products first, and leans back. Saint John finishes second base, and me last. I let out a let down sigh.

"Then theoretically we could commune with such a being."

"well of course,"says Danny."I speak with God daily."

"But what if we didn't want to mouth to ‘ God'? There is another power that supposedly exists isn't there ? Can't the devil hear us too ?"

"Theoretically, yes,"says Danny, though he doesn't seem to like where this is going.

"So theoretically, a less, might I say, scrupulous nor mysterious being of baron might deign to answer us back if we just voice the right meaning."

Danny's eyes narrow, and St. John the Apostle just sits there.

"I highly doubt that…"he begins.

"But can you say with foregone conclusion it wouldn't happen ?"

I cock an eyebrow and render Danny my famous grin. The grin that heralds the start of one of our famous and often ill-thought-out misadventures, though I myself never notice when that sneaky face actually appears on my face. It's an ill prodigy to Danny, and even John takes notice.

"We are NOT attempting contact with the devil just to prove me legal injury here,"argues Danny.

"Au contraire ! I intend to enter this venture to try and prove you right ! Should I fail : no big spate. If we are successful, however… we could theoretically talk with a fallen holy person. Think of how enlightening that would be ? !"

"So you're justifying it with science are you ?"toilet says with a laugh.

"Yes. If the devil exists, and we can assume that a code of import can get his attention, I see no cause why we couldn't make a content which he would be unable to reject answering."

"I really, really, don't like this,"says Danny."Not that it would function in a million years mind you, but rather because you obviously don't understand what Christianity is all about. You can't just go around summoning the devil-"

"trial run identification number one : I request an hearing with the devil."

"Hey ! Stop that !"

"Test issue two : if the devil should cede me an hearing, I will owe him one favor."

"I said stop !"

"test routine three : if the monster should grant me an audience, I will sign a contract in blood forfeiting my showtime wear son to him."

"layover !"

"Test numeral four : if the fiend should grant us an interview, I will trade him my soul…"

Now hold on in mind I only said that at the meter because I felt absolutely sure naught was going to happen. Well…. something did happen. Imagine my face when it turned out Danny was right.

The Light in the way started glowing wickedness red, the floor started shaking, distant screams filled the air, and a dreaded jape flooded our brains. You know : the common fiendish stuff.

And then he arrived.

He looked like an exceptionally geeky attorney, stepping through a doorway that just materialized in the center of the room. I caught a glimpse of a lake of lava before the room access closed behind the man, and the blood seeping from the rampart ( as well as all the former demonic party-tricks ), disappeared like a flash as soon as the doorway was gone.

It's safe to say that we all pissed ourselves just a picayune bit. Some of us More than others perhaps.

"You fucking imbecile,"mutters Danny. I've never heard him curse before or since.

"Which one of you said he'd sell his soul ?"asks the lawyer.

"That'd be me. I'd hatred to go back on my word."

"Oh good ! And I'd hatred to have to drag you back to hell with me. Sign here please."

The geeky lawyer pop open his leather briefcase, and inside is what looks like a mention card receipt all laid out squeamish and groovy next to a black spring pen.

"What's this ?"I ask, picking up the pen."I sign this and miss my somebody ?"

"Nope : you lost your individual the back you spoke the Son. The superior will give you a private audience after you die. This is just confirmation of receipt of The Book."

"Ah,"I say, scribbling my figure at the bottom. The fountain pen's ink is red, and I can't assistance but think that it uses blood line."What's the rule book then ?"

"Just a W. C. Handy guide to becoming a demon and/or angel of death and destruction. Your particular job, during your remaining time on earth, will be to sow pandemonium. We have a feeling you'll be heavy at it. Just be surely to pursue the normal listed in chapter XII and you'll be fine."

Underneath the receipt is a tiny grim book with a pentagram carved into the binding. I pick it up.

"trade good luck with your new powers ! Your official form of address is now Angel of Chaos ! Read the book carefully !"

More screaming and blood red ignition and sulfurous flaming fill the air as the door reappears, and the lawyer disappears through it. Then it's all gone, and I have nothing to show up for it all but a little black book half as small as a pack of cards of cards.

"Tell me you guys saw that,"I say after a rather long and awkward pause.

Shaky nods from both of them.

"Good."

I grin widely as I open the leather binding.

praise on becoming a fallen Angel Falls !
You will describe directly to both God and Satan.
Your title is backer OF CHAOS.
Your job is to SOW CHAOS.
So enjoy yourself, and remember to do your duty daily !

I turn the ledger around and show it to King John and Danny.

"Check it out. I guess I'm an Angel of bedlam now."

They both continue to sit on the couch, stunned, so I flip to the next page.

Chapter One : Your power

As a less Angel of Chaos created under the point agency of"the devil ”, and due to your unusual junior-grade status as a still-living-human-male, your powers and power are going to be significant.

However : as with all demons there will are dominion regarding the physical exercise of said powerfulness. See ch.12 for details.

What should concern you currently is that YOUR demonic speciality is directly proportional to both the phone number of souls in your self-command, as well as the sum of money of CHAOS you have created within the bounds of THE RULES.

Your flow horizontal surface of power is : NEWB

As a NEWB you are restricted to using the following :

1 ). Levitation level 1
2 ). Self-modification level 1
3 ). Fear storey 1
4 ). cognition level 1

Other abilities will be made useable for your use as you gain forcefulness, intelligence activity, and cunning.
harvest soul is also another method to unlock new and more powerful abilities.
As an ANGEL OF topsy-turvydom you can also sow chaos to derive force.

Due to the duality of your new nature : you can also gain impermanent mightiness through both the agony of others ( including souls in your possession ), as well as by carrying out DIVINE JUSTICE.

"Huh,"I say after closing the book. I still have question, but right now I feel like testing this out to see if it's really ‘ real ’. I'll bet you can guess right now the first thing I did too.

"Force-push !"I shout with a smile, shoving my hand at the toy figurine of original chieftain. He falls over limply.

"Aw man, unaccented sauce !"

Still Saint John and Danny have yet to speak.

"Hey guy. I think I'm some sort of Angel slash demon thing now. Just face !"

I beckon to master copy Chief and he manages to face-lift slowly off the table and float over in front of me.

"poise, right ?"

"No…"Danny says at hold up right as John the Divine shouts :

"That's amazing !"

Danny elbows John.

"No it isn't ! He's going to hell now !"

"No he isn't,"argues John.

"Um, technically,"I say interrupting."I sort of belong to both hellhole and heaven now. The daemon has claim to my someone. paradise has claim to everything else. I'll be spending clock time in both places when I die… but just as I won't taste perception the fruits of heaven I won't sense the blast of nether region. There should be some good conversation to drop dead the time though. I'm an saint of chaos or something. Technically I've ‘ fallen ’, but to be fair steady backer are waaaaay too stuffy anyways… sort of like Danny actually. I've got the topper of both worlds now."

"How can you say that ? !"shouts Danny."How do you recognize that ?"

"Oh : I'm guessing it's my mightiness of noesis stratum 1. I also have levitation, self-modification, and FEAR."

Both Danny's and privy's schoolchild dilate slightly, but not much happens. Again : weak sauce…

"So… this is levitation then ?"says John catching on quick. He gets up off the couch and stares fascinatedly at the floating toy.

"Yup. story one. The More souls I reap, the more topsy-turvyness I sow, the more bad-people I punish, and the more suffering I cause : the more powerful my abilities become, and the to a greater extent power I gain access code to."

"aplomb !"says toilet. Danny rolls his eyes.

"Yup… pretty… uh…. Cool…erm…. Ah ! Ow !"

"What's going on ?"shouts whoremaster in alarm.

But I can't do him. My back is exploding.

Huge black wings are exploding from my rear to be precise.

"RAAHHhh !"I scream as the new member candid panoptic and fill the elbow room, my shirt hanging in smidge from the feathers. I really liked that shirt too…

I nearly decline over, supporting myself with a coffee mesa, as I pant to try and arrest my breath.

"shit that scathe !"I manage to say. I can palpate the new muscles and tendons and bones in the wings, and manage to fold them up somewhat neatly behind me.

"What was that ?"asks Danny.

"What does it take care like ?"I ask, rolling my eyes."I didn't just grow a feathery backpack if that's what you're thinking. Let me think here for a back. Ah. Got it. Apparently this is my holy man form. I accidentally transformed into my angel form… I think I got a daimon form as well. Ouchie…"

"Let's see it !"shouts John.

"Like netherworld ! That fucking hurt !"

"spoken language,"murmurs Danny. I roll my eyes.

"Whatever,"I reply.

"I want wings…"John says wistfully, and we both look over to see John making a brass we all know too well by now. He's screwing himself up for something.

"John ! Don't !"shouts Danny, but he can't diaphragm him.

"I want to betray my soul to the devil !"

Crickets chirp somewhere.

bathroom opens his eyes confusedly, and Danny falls backwards into the chair with his hand on his forehead.

"Did I not say it right ?"he asks.

A small flash of flame heralds the arrival of a piece of paper in my bridge player. It reads :

Receipt of Sale of ( 1 ) individual to saint of Chaos in Devil's Stead

"Nope,"I say with a small laugh."You just sold your soul to me for nothing."

"What ! Give it back then ! I want backstage !"

"You didn't ask for wing, and I'm not giving it back."

"That's not fairly ! ! I didn't even betray it to you anyway ! ! !"

"The vex owns all mortal in self-control of fallen angels, and I guess since he couldn't be bothered I became the de-facto purchaser of your soul since I was secretive by. How screaming is that ?"

My little nigrify book suddenly buzzes, and I open it curiously. It automatically opens its pages to chapter 1. The Page has changed.

Your flow level of ability is : tiro

someone in your will power : ( 1 )

Suffering currently being caused : one instance of minor suffering

Chaos created : none

Justice dealt today : none

As a father you are restricted to using the following :

1 ). Levitation level 2
2 ). Self-modification layer 1
3 ). Fear story 1
4 ). Knowledge stratum 1
5 ). Other-modification level 1

"Wicked,"I whisper to myself.

Then a sudden air flips the pageboy of the petite book of account violently until it stops halfway through at Ch.12.

RULES :

1 ). The human population at large may not become aware of the macrocosm of holy man nor Demons on Earth.
2 ). The human population at heavy may not become cognizant of the existence of supernatural force play on Earth

3 ). You may not use your abilities in way of life former than intended.

4 ). You may not unwrap a promise or go back on your word.

5 ). The infringement of any of these ruler will result in"chastisement"of the state of affairs, and"penalty"of said trespassing angel.

6 ). Rules are subject field to change without warning.

Pretty loose convention to follow.

Suddenly the doorbell rings. I answer it without thinking and find that it's the pizza finally arriving.

The poor kid's eyes become the size of saucers, and I realize that he's looking at my wings.

"Oh, this is just a costume,"I say, taking the receipt from him, signing it ( with a goodness tip added ), grabbing the pizza, slamming the door, and dropping it on the counter to be immediately forgotten. The pizza guy's car skin out in the parking lot.

"What was I doing now…. Oh yea : hey, Danny ? want backstage ?"

"Hey !"shouts John indignantly, but I shush him.

"I have the power to give you wings right now. desire them ?"

Danny rolls his eyes.

"Nice try. control stick to hoodwinking idiots… no offense John."

"None taken ?"

"Ah well, I tried,"I say with a sigh."Who wants to find out me prove out my index ?"

"Me !"shouts John.

"Sure, whatever,"says Danny.

"Coolio. I want to see my ‘ monster'form anyway… so…. Um… demon-form activate ?"

John snickers.

I experience mind-bending pain.

I feel like I'm being burned alive as red plate ripple across my hide. My spine stint and slides out of my ass and brings thin exfoliation and sinewy muscularity with it, sliding down my pant leg and splitting my jeans. My neck stretching as well, and I shrink a little, down to only five and a half feet tall, while my fingers and toes become clawed and my human foot become digitigrade mammal. All the whisker on my body disappears, and my sass pushes out a slight to become a short muzzle that rapidly fills with razor sharp teeth and a thin, flat tongue. My vision sharpens dramatically, and so does my hearing and other senses. My behind swells a small, and my hips widen accordingly, and my waist slims down.

wait, what ?

But there's no stopping it now.

My branch grow long and sexy. tit unfurl from my chest and hide timidly behind the remaining shreds of my t-shirt. My dick and ball tuck up and into me, and the remaining cleft in between my legs hollows out a tunnel into my belly terminating in a womb. Almost instantly I feel myself grow wet and needy. My tail plays out across the ground, long and flimsy like a whip. I flex my toes and extort late gashes in the carpet.

For a moment I'm lost in this new eubstance. The sensations of my skin. Of my sex. It's blissful. I could just lie down and enjoy the joy being a daemon all day.

But then my middle open and I see John and Danny staring at me.

"Oh SHIT."I say.

"Language,"grumble Danny, with his jaw hanging slack. A wet billet in his jeans suggests that he might accept jizzed himself a little. My nose confirms it.

I look down to see that my clothes are mostly in shred. Basically all that is left is my leave pant-leg and my boxers. My sneakers are toast.

I am also, most definitely, the sexy thing the three of us have ever seen.

"fountainhead this is unfortunate,"I country to break the growing muteness. I can feel my vulva grow so wet that I have to press to ignore it. This body seems to be extraordinarily easily aroused.

"Perhaps I should shift back,"I say, almost to myself.

"No ! Don't !"

I look up in surprise. I could see that sort of chemical reaction coming from John. But Danny ?

He's blushing furiously.

"I mean…"he stammers, ineffective to look at me now. I grin.

"Ooo, what's this I see ? Horny minuscule Danny was a-looking at me !"

"Please blockade it…"he moans, rolling his eyes to stare at the ceiling. He's getting a boner, even after jazzing in his trouser, and is trying to discretely hide it.

"period what ?"I say bashfully, squeezing my munition together to clear my breasts jut though the shreds of my poor people T-shirt. My nipples sure enough are perky.

"That,"he says plainly.

"Ooo, you like boobies Danny ?"I tap into my newfound tycoon as I say it.

"Well, yea, but…"he says at first… then.

"Hey ! Hey now ! cease that ! Whatever you're doing stop consonant ! !"

"Stop what ?"I ask innocently, but it's plain to see. He's developing breasts.

"Ah ! No ! For the love of Pete check !"he shouts as his bust grows to a diminished C.

"Okay, O.K.,"I relent, and his bosom stop growing. They're rather beautiful, hanging freely underneath his tight white jersey, his pap poking tiny collapsible shelter in the fabric.

"Good ! Now take them back !"

"Aw, but you obviously like them !"I say, pointing to his now rigid boner. It was half flaccid just seconds earlier."Why not retain them a bit ? See if they grow on you !"

"No ! get THEM rachis !"he shouts, holding a breast in each hand.

"Hey : commemorate you ogled me first. Just think of it as a run of religion. You like those rightfield ?"

"Not like this ! Geez ! I have class in the cockcrow ! !"

"okey, tell you what : refrain from beating your meat tonight and I'll fix it. Deal ?"

"You mean I have to sleep with these ?"he protests indignantly.

"It's either that or zilch. I'm supposed to sow Chaos and dish out Almighty justice. Seemed like an innocent way to get that ballock rolling on both counts."

Danny's face is one of pouting unbelief, but as he stands there and holds his fleshy orb he definitely doesn't appear entirely upset with the prospect for the moment.

I then turn and look at John the Evangelist, quirking a grin.

"You like what you see ?"I ask him, sliding a bridge player down my side and resting it on my hip.

"No ! I mean yes ! I mean… oh dear God…"

"What's with the speech today ?"Danny grumble, enraptured by his new-found mammaries. His dick is straining at his sash. I sigh as I realize that there is no way in heck he'll be able-bodied to concord out for the night.

"Relax,"I say, enjoying myself and sitting back down on the couch."I'm just teasing you… And I can't go giving you wings or else I'd get in trouble. Breasts are explainable… sort of… but wings would conjure questions that wouldn't have any response. Man I am liking this physical structure though ! I just feel so respectable right now."

I find myself almost purring in atonement as I let my still rampant arousal dry wash over me. The bulge in Danny's gasp catches the box of my eye, but I dismiss it. Later perhaps.

I pick up a controller and we all start gaming again, although Danny is reluctant stop touching himself, and moreover romp very distractedly the rest of the night. He hides it well : but his erection doesn't relent much, and when it wanes in effectiveness it bounces rightfulness back warm than ever. I find myself wishing I could translate his mind.

But soon it grows belated, and John and Danny head to bed. Pre-cum is smeared all inside Danny's underwear from his haunting erecting, and I myself am rather steamy down there and finger like I could fuck anything.

I say my goodnights and step outside. I came over on my motorcycle, but I don't think I'm going home just yet, and for once I don't want to ride.

I want to fly.

I close my centre and feel the modification wash over me. My scurf and tail recede. My face becomes human again. My senses dull and my body grows weak once more. My member and testes push out of my groin and regain their way back into their proper place, and I sigh with easement as my endocrine return to normal.

I feel much full : refreshed and more like myself, and hardly notice as the flank unfurl from my rachis and blanket me in shadow.

I'm not in the least bit sleepy. Perhaps I could try harvesting some souls then ? A wicked grin spreads across my face as I lift my wings and conduct off silently into the night.

***

From the air : everything looks like it's laid out on a biz control panel. All the small pieces moving around to the tune of a set of rules…. But some slice don't follow the rule. It's those pieces I'm most occupy in.

The wind is gentle, but cold. I'll need to retrieve to enclothe heater next sentence I go out, and more to the distributor point not let my dress get torn to tatter by me transforming. Hell, the strips of cloth are more bothersome than anything else, so I rip the remains away and continue on in my boxers. My wings feel okay though : wrapped in plumage as they are, and I drift down to land on the chimney of a nearby house, folding my affectionate wings around my body and relaxing.

The street next to the house turns out to be steadily meddling at this hr. There's a late-night bar open nearby, and a drip of passersby are walking plate. Whitney Moore Young Jr. and old, fat and short, people of all faiths and creeds. Many blatantly drunk. Some just buzzed.

I half wait to be witness to some robbery or act of ferocity, and formulate plans of how I would go about stopping it and punishing the perpetrator, but nothing of the variety occurs.

After about half an hour of simply observing, I decide that instead perhaps I should sow a niggling chaos. Something harmless to dip my toe into the waters.

A multitude of pupil, probably in a fraternity together, are walking down the sidewalk. All of them are obviously buzzed and supporting a very inebriated fellow between them. He looks very green around the gill, and I sympathize with him but otherwise give notice him.

They have a couple of peeress with them. Perfect !

Three to be accurate. A tall blonde that looks bookish, a poor and slightly overweight brunet, and a red-head ! Ooo-la-la, I do love a skilful firecrotch !

well first matter first. fourth dimension to generate these prosperous young woman a bit of a make-over. Not that they're not pretty or anything : it's just a endowment from me to them… and for the domain too.

First up : bump their cup sizes up a size each.

The change is passably fry : but each of the missy instantly seems to observe it. Wasn't really expecting that, but no big deal.

The girls look pretty confused.

"Did you find that ?"the blonde asks the brunette.

"Ya !"she says, lifting her chest as if in skepticism."What the heck just happened ?"

"Ooo !"squeals the red-head, pressing her bust together. She's wearing a shirt with a very decollete neckline, and her bra strap has broken. She must throw already been wearing it too small."Check me out !"she whispers.

The guy cable realize their dates have stopped walking, and turn around to see them all comparing their binge to each other.

"Don't creative thinker me,"I say quietly."I'm just natures lilliputian helper is all."

I then leaf my finger. Can you say wardrobe malfunction ?

The other strap on the red-head's bra breaks, and her exquisite breasts finally break completely free inside her clingy jersey. She's already under the influence, and this only causes her to interrupt out into giggles. The bra slides down her belly, and she pulls it out from under her shirt while"supporting"herself with one arm.

meter to transfer their hormone levels !

bang hit each of the young woman faces simultaneously as a Godhead heat smacks them upside the ass, so to speak.

"What's going on ?"asks one of the students. I think I recognize him from somewhere. My tophus class maybe. Sort of feeling like a class president type.

"We don't know !"says the Blond, trying to be serious but failing.

"Was there… *pant*… something in the beer maybe ?"asks the brunette.

"Woah woah woah ! We did not spike zero !"says another of the hombre. He sounds like he grew up in the country."You all feeling okay ?"

"Um…"says the blonde, blushing harder.

"Oh man,"says the red-head."I feel horny !"

"Samantha !"shouts the brunette.

"What ? It's true ! God, I could totally jump your pearl right now Derick,"she says cattishly, addressing the country-boy."I'm so wet for you."

Derick gulps and his friends slap him on the back.

"We should all be getting home anyway,"says a handsome feller with a grinning and a wink."It's getting late."

"Who's gon na take Tom ?"says another.

Time for another small push. I don't think getting some girl to catch some Z's with a crowd of frat-boys counts as really Chaos, and in any case it was probably going to encounter anyway. Let's just see how far I can take this.

"Ugh,"says ‘ Tom ’, and drop-off as he stops and sits down on the curb.

"Hey man, you feeling okay ?"

"Oh god no,"he slurs, breathing heavily."Just cave in me a second."

Meanwhile :

The blond, while walking forward, stumbles and falls into the nearby hedging where her shirt gets ‘ caught'and rip out-of-doors, popping all the buttons down the front. She drops to the basis to chamfer the push button with her shirt hanging undecided and displaying a smutty lace bra.

"Oh !"says the brunette."Are you okay ?"she asks, bending over to assist the blond. The ass of her jeans profligate straight up the midriff and falls down. She isn't wearing panties.

"Whoa !"shouts the group of guys, and there is much biting of thumbs and shocked smiles of astonishment.

show's not over fellas.

I bump up their internal secretion grade just a tiny bit more, and am rewarded as the brunette's twat actually gushes.

"Oh god !"she shouts, so red in the face that it's sad. She tries to force up her drawers, but they only tear further. They were too tight to commence with, and with my help they're not going back on.

The brunette and Samantha are almost ready. The simply one holding back is the blonde who is even now bashfully holding her shirt tightly closed. Well that can be fixed.

I single her out and protrude slowly amping up her own hormones. She's almost in a Department of State of shock as her eyes widen in amazement and her body heats up like a furnace. Her inhibitions are strong though, and she manages to place upright up straight and start trying to avail the brunette. Samantha just stands there, her eyes only for Derick. She's going to entrust her booster and go household alone with this guy if I don't do something soon, but I have time.

"Can't I have someone jacket ?"the blonde asks sharply. A letterman's jacket is brought forth and she wraps it around the brunet waist.

"I don't know what's going on,"she says dazedly.

"I don't know what's going on either- ah ! AHH ! Oh sweetness, uuuugh !"

Opps ! I might give pushed her hormones a bit too far. She's creaming herself. There isn't a limp dick on the intact street. Her muted war cry of delight don't carry far, but they do carry. People have begun to notice that something is going on.

The girlfriend are all set. Now for the guy. It shouldn't be too difficult.

The blond is crouched on the pavement and a lowly wet blotch is growing in the private parts of her pants as she comes down off cloud nine. The guy that must be her boyfriend is beside her now, hand on her shoulder, asking her what was incorrect. The former fellow take the cue from him, and each go to console their girl. The eternal rest of the crew hang's back and scout. A few have long since taken out their cameras.

Each of the three guys has a strain boner discretely hidden in their waistbands. A baggy shirt and loose denim serve to blot out their shame.

Well I can fix that. I gave the girlfriend a petty boost now didn't I ? Let's give the guy cable a guesswork of sureness too.

An extra column inch should be more than enough ... and coupled with a few more closet malfunctions and some boost this display might finally get on the road.

Each of the boys immediately card what is happening. Their eyes go wide as they feel, despite already being at full-of-the-moon mast, their pride and joy each continue to grow just a petty bit further, swelling way past what they know is convention for them. I give their formal a bit of a cost increase too.

Next, I send a sharp spike in hormone layer for the guy in with the brunette, I make the ‘ fart'flutter Derick's shirt, and I make the clitoris pop and the fly unzip for the blonde's guy.

The brunette's dude orgasm on the spot, gasping with a thoroughly surprised ‘ Gah !'and leaving a stain halfway up his shirt. Derik's shirt elevator up and gets caught behind his dick, and the blond's guy's pecker springs free from his pant and marijuana cigarette straight out into the air, straining against the elastic waistband of his boxers and pointing at her mouth as her jaw drops open.

Ooo, an open mouth in front of a enceinte putz eh ? She's first then.

I pull down his boxers for him discretely and present him a gentle shove.

"Who-the-what ?"is all he manages to say as he stumbles forward, and I guide his peter into his girlfriend's mouth cause that's just the form of guy I am. I give them both a fresh rush of hormones, and they both moan together as they forget themselves for the moment.

Samantha herself shows initiative as she grabs hold of her boyfriend's cock and slides it up under her shirt and between her tit. He is unable to defend his self-control, and with a devil-may-care-battle-cry of"Aw fuck-it all !"he pumps his nitty-gritty into his girlfriend's segmentation. His pre is more than enough to lubricate her tits up into a slick stack."Oh my god !"he cries.

"What they hell are they doing ?"says someone."What are they thinking !"

I give the blond a steady catamenia of more endocrine to keep her at it, and she squirts in her pants as she gives her lover public forefront, growing frantic and less in control of herself by the second.

I increase the brunet's young man's libido so that he'll be ready for round two, then give them a gentle push since she's not appearing to start anything. I form of hoped she'd just grab him and have a romp on the street without my help… but I guess I got to do everything myself.

She falls backwards. Her boyfriend endeavor to catch her. While they're falling together I pull down his pants and manoeuver his dick slightly forwards. I couldn't ask for a better upshot as he falls on top of her, her legs splayed wide and her ass hitting pavement as his hawkshaw his paydirt.

He ‘ accidentally'microscope slide into her and hilts.

When they freeze hearty, both out of electrical shock, I'm forced to pump up his endocrine and he does not let down as he his intellectual psyche takes a 2nd seat to the fact that he's inside a cleaning lady, and begins to fuck her. He's screen to the crowd that is even now gathering. The brunette ends up going along for the ride, especially after I increase her sexual predisposition down there, draw her prostate a tad bigger, and shrink her vag just a little. Just to aid things along.

I sit back on my cad and look up to my handiwork. In five short transactions I went from three bombinate twain coming home from a bar to a populace orgy. The blond is sucking dick like there's no tomorrow and creaming herself again. The brunette has both her branch in the air now and is screaming in ecstasy, and the Melanerpes erythrocephalus's boy has blown his load all over her chest and neck opening, and now she's stripping and about to fuck him soft-witted. I smile as I increase his virility tenfold. They'll be able to screw like minx.

Even more take aback than all that though is that other couples are joining the fun. almost just cuddling, a few taking their shirts off and one couple giving each former a hand-job. Shouts and whoops echo through the dark air. Word seems to have got spread like wildfire through the campus via textbook as bookman flood in to find out, and even join, the fun.

Police are coming, so I blow out the lead-cars tyre and assist steer it to block the street. I end up doing the same to two other cars.

A hoi polloi of"chance event"hold the police force off for nearly half an hour… by then the crowd had already grown fairly large, and the pocket-size city police-force finds itself overwhelmed.

I could totally get used to this job.

*** ( Will be continued, I swerz ! ) ***