What is expected of someone who actually comes across this form of power ? Of course you think about how the power itself could be used for beneficial, that's what the Italian sandwich's in comics and flick do, but multitude are rarely so altruistic. My public figure is Grant Palacios, and this is how I gained the power to control time.

I grew up in a small town in Calif., far from the coast. I lived modestly with my mother and aged half sister. My Fatherhood was never in the picture, and my female parent never spoke about him. She insisted that she knew nothing about him, and I never pressed her too hard because it seemed to disturb her.

My sister, Moriah, is a few long time aged than me. Her father comes around every now and then when he's not deployed, and he seemed to always seemed resentful of my mother. Something happened between them but I was always to afraid to ask what, he's a scary guy.

I don't mind not knowing so very much, but I was queer. Why wasn't my founding father around ? Did he abandon me ? Did something take place to him ? I don't even know whether I should be wild at him or sad that he's gone. I was 20 almost 21 long time old and had made it this far in spirit without him, so it's not even that I want him to throw a return. I just have doubtfulness. niggling did I know, I'd be getting solvent very soon.

I work full phase of the moon clip at a storage warehouse in town, and assist weekend and nighttime classes at the local community college. It pays decently so that I can help mom with the bills and have a tiny bit of fun money. Some weeks I'll put the fun money in my savings account. I'm saving for a car and I'd much rather get a new one. Needless to say I walk to and from work and schooling unless my mom lends me the truck.

Today I walk. I don't mind, the impudent air is good and I like to top my head during the alone fourth dimension. I use the time to plan what I would do for my natal day that night. I didn't have plans, I wasn't very social, not a ton of booster, no girlfriend. It's not that I'm not attractive, I'm 5'10"with black shoulder distance haircloth, I'm Mexican, so I have cinnamon colored pelt and brown eyes. I'm kinda fit but far from an jock build. I'm sure someone has thought I was cute at some point. It's just that if they have/do, they haven't said anything.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. Ah it's Gloria. She's my best friend. A gorgeous Philippine girl with myopic stature and even poor mood. She has glowering skin and midst rimmed field glass that go well with her cycle nerve. She's 5'2"a tad chubby and has"features"that are a bit big for her frame. DD tits and an ass that jiggles when she walks. If I hadn't known her since we were 7 I'd have tried my fortune with her so very many multiplication. It's been too long though, it'd be weird. Besides, she doesn't like me like that. I shake the thoughts from my mind and respond to her texts

"Hey failure, you don't have plans for your birthday do you ? ?"

"Not with anyone. Just thinking about buying myself collation at the storehouse and crashing in my room later."

"Lame ass ! ! ejaculate hang with me, I'll get you a cake, and we'll sentry some anime or some shit."

"I don't knoooow, schedules prettty tight."

"bullshit ! Just be at my situation at 8 later, nerd"

"Alright, weeb ttyl"

There we go, plans made. She done this every twelvemonth since my 18th birthday. My mom got it in her head that I'm too old for birthday political party after I hit that age, which is okay, I kinda am. My mom usually gives me a gift and kisses me on the forehead, while my sister wishes me a happy natal day without looking up from her earpiece and that's all I hear about it during the day. The rest of my kinsperson will get off letters some with immediate payment and what not. These days the best theatrical role of my natal day are when I get to drop time with Gloria.

I walk into work after finally arriving and step through the metallic element sensor. Something about the day feels off, like I'm being watched. I shake off the intuitive feeling and clock in. My displacement goes relatively retard, there's a lot of study, but I think I'm mainly excited to get out of there.

When my shift finally ends, I clock out and dart out the threshold as quickly as possible. While I'm walking, I decide to text Gloria that I'm on my way. I look down at my phone and shoot her a text, not watching where I'm going. SMACK. I've run right into someone, falling to the priming coat. I look up and see a pretty young woman looking down at me with her arm extended to aid me up.

"Sorry about that, dude."

"No, excuse me, I wasn't paying attention"

She's cute, not really my type but tinker's damn is she cute. She's about my tiptop, super skinny athletic figure with some blotto fitting clothes. I take her deal and tear myself to my base.

"You're Grant rightfield ? I was actually sent here to face for you."

"Me ? By who ? What for ?"

"Your Father of the Church, sent me to move over you this."

She reaches into her sweater pocket and pulls out a diminished gift box. I'm taken aback by what she just said. My Fatherhood ? I extend my hand and shakily aim the box from her.

"Happy birthday Grant."



She walks away leaving me with a lot of questions. I pocket the small rectangular box and promontory over to Gloria's place with my intellect racing.

I knock on Gloria's room access and she lets me in, and I try to keep my head off the gift for now, I want to delight my birthday. The night is a lot of fun, we watch shows and eat food, just the two of us. She sings happy birthday to me, and we have cake. While we're eating she plops a box on the counter.

"open air it fucker."

"Aggressive."

I raise and eyebrow at her but do as she says. I peel the composition back and flip the lid off the box.

"Iiiits, a ... .. rock 'n' roll ?"

"It's called a wishing stone loser. At midnight, you squeeze it and put all your energy in it and it grants you a wish"

"I see, so you got me a theme weighting"

She punches me in the arm and laughs.

"Yeah I guess I did, but it's pretty ain't it ?"

I shrug. It is pretty. As I pocket the lowly Oliver Stone, my hand brushes up against the box I received earlier. I pull it out and lay it on the counter. Gloria looks at it and speaks through a mouth to the full of cake.

"Who gave you that ?"

"Some girl, she said it was from my dad ... I haven't opened it"

"Why not ? Maybe it actually is something from your old man."

I nod at her, figuring it couldn't hurt to open the box. I pull the lid off of the box. interior is an oddly form silver remote with solely three release, pause/play, rewind, fast forward, and belittled screen. I gently pry the modest device out of its container to see it

"Whoa, it's lovesome"

"Like it's been used ?"

"Like it's animated"

"Weeeeeird"

I turn it over in my hand and shrug. I toss the box in drivel can and pocket the remote.

"Let's get back to the show."

We return to the couch and ascertain some weird Netflix anime for for a while until we're half asleep. Gloria stands up after a few hr and stretches.

"interruption it loser, I got ta pee"

As she walks away I grab absentmindedly to my justly hand face and peck up the remote and hit pause. Gloria stops in her cartroad, and I raise an eyebrow.

"You good Gloria ?"

No response.

"Yo ? What's wrong ?"

Still cypher. I get up and walk over too her.

"Are you ignoring me ?"



I walk in in front of her. What the sin ? It's like she's frozen. I wave my hand in front of her facial expression, snap. Nothing. I look in my hand and see the silver medal remote control. I bring it up and look at the screen. ‘ Paused ’. I look at Gloria again.

"You have to be trying to prank me ..."

I walk around her.

"Ok so, if you're really stock-still, you won't observance if I do this !"

I reel back and give her the severely smack on the ass that I muster. Her ass jiggles a bit, but she doesn't react. sanctum crap. She's frozen. I make my way back to the couch and plunk back down. I hit dally on the silver remote. Gloria yelps. And looks back at me. She's a deep red

"President Grant what the hell ! ?"

"What ? I'm way over here."

She looks confused for a mo, rubbing her ass where I smacked. She nods.

"Ok ... just pause the show already"

I hit pause on the TV remote and she walks off. I look at the atomic number 47 remote control and sprain it over in my hand. Where the fuck did you come from ? I hit pause again and walk over to the lav. Doors lock but I reach up and get the key from the doorway frame and unlock it. Gloria's sitting there on the sewer, shorts around her ankles, elbows resting on her knee. She looks like she was deep in thought. She doesn't react to me coming in. I wave my hand in presence of her brass again. She really is flash-frozen. I get an theme and I can't supporter myself.

"Sorry Gloria ..."

I reach down and pull her titmouse one at a time out of her tank top. Damn, that's what they look like. I've always imagined but they're even better than I thought. My prick is starting to harden as I stare and unbutton my pants. I run thumb across her balmy back talk and part her back talk a little, while stroking my cock with my former hand. I press the tip to her back talk and smudge the precum across them like lip polish before slowly pushing into her warm, waiting backtalk. I groan deeply, and start slowly fucking her face. I get deeper and cryptical until my shaven pitcher's mound is pressed into her nose. I put my hand on the back of her headland and press her face closer to me shoving my cock broad down her pharynx. I feel a familiar tightening in my loins and my legs start to shake a little. My cock pulses as if it's about to erupt before shooting rope after rophy of hit cum down her throat. I stumble back, my pecker slipping from her mouth, I bit of my cum dripping from her lip. I pull up my trouser and grab a bit of toilet paper to wipe her lip and toss it in the trash. I leave the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I unpause lifespan when I reach the bread and butter room and wait for her to return. When she does she says she has a weird feeling her throat.

"Maybe you're getting sick ?"

"Probably."

I can't sharpen the residuum of the evening. I feel fulfill for now, but I'm wondering what I'm going to do with this power that I now hold.

At around 1 AM I leave Gloria's house and foreland home. As I'm walking I begin to feel like I'm being followed, so I stop and look around. I half await to see someone with a tongue, or a gun, but to my surprise I see the mystery girl from originally walk towards me.

"You again ? Hey, what the hell is this thing ?"

"I see you have had time to figure out it's mogul. It's a time manipulation remote control, a gift from your father."

"How do you know who my Father is ? Why would he fall in me this ? Why now ?"

"I know you must deliver several questions, but I'm not the one who can answer them all. I work for your father. He sent me before to gift you the remote, and now to secernate you where he is. He would like to address with you"

"What makes him think I want to blab out to him ?"

"He knows. You'll find him at River vale Community hospital, room 301. He will be waiting"

She turns and walk away. I hit pause on the remote. I need a moment, so I sit on the curb bit. Do I really want to speak to him ? After 20 years of quiet on his end ? I know nothing about him, and I want reply but I'm nervous. The infirmary is only a few blocks away. I hit play on the remote. Staring down at my substructure, I try and will them to affect. I slowly pick myself up and start walking in the way of the hospital.

I step through the doors and up to the desk.

"Excuse me, do you have it off who's staying in elbow room 301 ?"

"Let me see ... Looks like one mister Grant Velazquez, but visiting 60 minutes are over."

"That's fine, I just wanted to ask"

I walk back out the door and hit pause again. I make my way back inside and take the stairs to the third floor. I imagine complex machines and electronics don't body of work while the earth is stopped. I find room 302 and hit maneuver. As I put my hand up to strike hard I hear a voice.

"cum in son, I know you're there."

When I step inside I see an older man, around my mothers age. He smiles at me, but I don't smiling back. I'm just confused.

"I have so many questions."

"I know you do, sit down junior"

I do as I'm told.

"What the blaze is going on ? What is this remote ? Where have you been my solid fucking lifetime ? I'm so fucking confused right now. I don't even recognise where to start."

"I'll tell you everything. Let me start from the beginning.

He begins to state me that he met mother in eminent schooltime. They fell in love but neither wanted to admit it. They remained ally for several year, in the time she fell in making love with someone else, got married, had a girl. He wasn't so lucky. When he turned 23, something odd happened. He was taking a class on Norse mythology for history credits in college. His professor had all kinds of knick bent that were supposedly artifacts from that time. While observing them one in a glass case called out to him. A small stone that seemed to shimmer. When the family was clearing for the last day of the semester, he approached the case, being surely he was blocked by the crowd of student, and quickly opened the door and snatched the Isidor Feinstein Stone, shoving it in his pocket. His professor had noticed and asked to utter to him, but rather than being angry he seemed well-chosen to pass the I. F. Stone on. He was old and no longer had any use for it. Claimed it was a natural endowment from Loki himself. My founding father left the class room and staring at the stone in his hand. As he was thinking"What do you do ?"The stone work shift in physical body into its current form, the remote. He quickly realized it controlled time and the shenanigans began. At first it was small things, lifting shirts, stealing bras and scanty, but it soon turned to more. He'd start having sex with girls he found particularly resistless. After for a while my female parent and her then married man moved back into the town he lived. They got in touch and they got caught up over coffee at a local shop. She had moved on, she was in sexual love with soul else and the love for him had been forgotten. He was disappointed but realized that he could still have got her. As she got into her car, he got into his and reached into the glovebox, pulling out the remote. He hit pause and headed over to my mothers car. She had become even more beautiful and aphrodisiac since they had last met. He had sex with her but she was different from other girls. With early girls he was measured not to get any cum inside them, but with her that wasn't the character. He came inside her, multiple multiplication, and made for certain she'd get pregnant. A few months later, her husband replication, and she finds out she's pregnant. Her married man leaves, and I'm born.

He looks at me and waits for a response but I have zilch to say. It's not that I don't believe him, I'm holding the remote control. I think for a moment. This explains why mom always claimed not to know who my father was. She really has no theme who it is, but I do now.

"Why fling it on now ? You're still pretty unseasoned"

"I'm dying Grant, and I loved your mother, Yesenia, more than anyone. I think she felt the same too, she did public figure you after me after all. That is why you get the remote over any of the others."

"So do I have other siblings ?"

"Probably one C, but only a few that matter."

He takes a bank note pad off the table next to him and writes some things down.

"These are the addresses where you'll ascertain your siblings. You're one of my two sons. The rest are daughters."

I take the paper and calculate down at the five address and the names written side by side to them. They're the names of the mother and my sib names. He gives me a run down of who the siblings are and how he knew the mother. He lays back in his bed.

"I don't have a lot of sentence left junior. I just didn't want to leave you with questions."

He closes his eyes and waves me out the door. I leave and head home for the night.

The future day I head into work, remote in my pocket. I get a couple of weird looks as I go through the metal detector when I pull the remote control out, but no one says anything. That day my productivity and tone are through the ceiling. I get more done in an 60 minutes that our fastest people would do in two. Everyone pats me on the back and jokingly asks for my help, asking what I'm on. I laugh it off and squeeze the removed lightly in my pocket, but not everyone is pleased to see me do well.

Later on my coordinator, a taller brunette charwoman with blanch cutis named Riley, approaches me, looking down at me through her glass. She starts questioning me about how I'm doing so well. She such a squawk, everyone hates her. I give her saucy ass responses. I shouldn't talking back to her but I can't help it. She's clear pissed off that I'm getting positive and is trying to knock me down a peg in her own passive aggressive way.

"I see you've been flooding the conveyor belt all day. Not trying to leave room for your partner to cull ?"

"I see you're still giving people shit for no reason. They have plenty of room, I'm making certainly of it."

Her case turns a little read, angry at my response. She goes on a ranting on how I have to leave more space for ten minutes before walking away. From the straw man she's not much, B cup teat, low cut shirt. I hate her but she does hold the nicest ass. She wore legging today and her ass ripples with each of her grueling, angry footmark as she storms away. My cock starts growing, and I can't resist.

"Hey, Riley ? Can you discipline that box there ? The recording label might be wrong."

She turns and glares at me, but then stops the transporter belt and leans over the box to expect at the label. perfect tense. I hit pause on the remote control and walk over to her and slap her left ass nerve with all my strength, a yoke of metre. I sliding my digit into the waistcloth of her leg covering and pull them all the way down to her ankle and give her ass few Sir Thomas More smooch on the Saame face. I then spread her perfect ass and get a safe look as her kitty and asshole. I can't resist slipping between her legs and eating her pussy for a bit. My tongue slips up and down her slit and circles her clit before I suck on it for a bit. She tastes damn undecomposed and it's only making my turncock harder. I tongue her hole a bit and shove my finger in. I start to notice that her soundbox is reacting to the stimulation even though times is frozen. Her twat is getting soaked, and I'm quick to take full vantage of the lieu I have her in. I stand up and get behind her, grabbing her hip with one script and lining my stopcock up to her dripping wet hole with the other. I slam into her as hard as I can, I'm not trying to be nice. I pump my cock in her as hard as I can. I grab a handwriting for of her haircloth and take out her head back as I piston in and out, making brassy slapping dissonance. I start smacking her ass again as I push her body more in the box while I fuck her. I feel my cum starting to build and I pick up more speed. I'm gon na cum inside her. I feel my knee start to buckle a piffling as I release a monumental onus into her waiting kitty. I groan with each passing wave as I unload rope after rope inside her. When I pull out my cum starts to drop down her second joint. My turncock is still intemperately though and I spread her ass again. I spit on her motherfucker and line my cock up with it and pierce my cock hard into her tight ass, up to the stem. I want this to hurt, I grab her hips with both hands and start slamming into her asshole, over and over. I smack her huge ass until it's a deep red. I can feel myself getting ready to cum again so I give her one death ripe, intemperately jab and cum trench in her bastard. My cock starts to moderate and I pull it out with a indulgent plop. I claim her panties as a trophy then pull her leging up. I can see wet spots where my cum is leaking out of her, I chuckle and straighten myself up. I make sure as shooting I'm back where I was standing before and hit the play button. Riley begins to speak.

"It's corr- OH FUUUUUUCK !"

Her legs buckle and kickoff to didder, she has her arm on the box to support her. Her breathing is ragged while she recovers from the ‘ random'orgasm she just had. He face flushes show and everyone stares at her. She's visibly confused, as she looks around.

"What are you all staring at ! ? Get back to oeuvre !"

She try's to get her equanimity back a minuscule before running off on her still shaky branch. I smile and get back to piece of work. I'm gon na revel having the ability to have it away whoever I want .