What is expected of someone who actually comes across this kind of power ? Of course you think about how the power itself could be used for good, that's what the hero's in comic strip and movies do, but people are rarely so altruistic. My public figure is Grant Palacios, and this is how I gained the power to see to it time.

I grew up in a small town in California, far from the coast. I lived modestly with my mother and older one-half sister. My founding father was never in the picture, and my mother never spoke about him. She insisted that she knew nothing about him, and I never pressed her too hard because it seemed to discomfit her.

My Sister, Moriah, is a few geezerhood former than me. Her founding father comes around every now and then when he's not deployed, and he seemed to always look resentful of my mother. Something happened between them but I was always to afraid to ask what, he's a shuddery guy.

I don't mind not knowing so lots, but I was curious. Why wasn't my father around ? Did he abandon me ? Did something happen to him ? I don't even know whether I should be angry at him or sad that he's gone. I was 20 almost 21 years old and had made it this far in life without him, so it's not even that I want him to make a return. I just have inquiry. short did I know, I'd be getting answers very soon.

I work full metre at a warehouse in town, and attend weekend and night course at the local residential district college. It pays decently so that I can assist 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 workplace and school day unless my mom lends me the motortruck.

Today I walk. I don't mind, the impudent air is good and I like to light up my head during the solely metre. I use the time to design what I would do for my birthday that dark. I didn't have plans, I wasn't very social, not a ton of friends, no lady friend. It's not that I'm not attractive, I'm 5'10"with disastrous shoulder joint length hair, I'm Mexican, so I have cinnamon colored skin and John Brown heart. I'm kinda fit but far from an jock build. I'm sure as shooting someone has thought I was cute at some decimal point. It's just that if they have/do, they haven't said anything.

My earphone bombination in my pocket. Ah it's Gloria. She's my substantially admirer. A gorgeous Filipino girlfriend with short stature and even shorter temper. She has morose tegument and thick rimmed methamphetamine that go well with her round human face. She's 5'2"a tad chubby and has"features"that are a bit big for her human body. 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 luck with her so very many times. It's been too long though, it'd be weird. Besides, she doesn't like me like that. I shake the thoughts from my intellect and respond to her schoolbook

"Hey loser, you don't have architectural plan for your birthday do you ? ?"

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

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

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

"bull ! Just be at my stead at 8 later, dweeb"

"Alright, weeb ttyl"

There we go, plans made. She done this every year since my 18th birthday. My mom got it in her head that I'm too old for birthday parties after I hit that age, which is fine, I kinda am. My mom usually gives me a endowment and kisses me on the forehead, while my sister wishing me a felicitous natal day without looking up from her phone and that's all I hear about it during the day. The rest of my family will send varsity letter some with cash and what not. These daytime the good character of my birthday are when I get to pass time with Gloria.

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

When my shift finally ends, I clock out and dart out the door 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. scag. I've run right into someone, falling to the ground. I look up and see a jolly lady friend looking down at me with her arm extended to help me up.

"Sorry about that, dude."

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

She's cute, not really my type but damn is she cute. She's about my height, super skinny athletic build with some blind drunk appointment apparel. I take her hand and get out myself to my feet.

"You're Ulysses Simpson Grant right ? I was actually sent here to look for you."

"Me ? By who ? What for ?"

"Your Father, sent me to founder you this."

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

"Happy birthday Grant."



She walks away leaving me with a lot of doubtfulness. I pocket the low rectangular box and head teacher over to Gloria's plaza with my mind racing.

I knock on Gloria's threshold and she lets me in, and I try to celebrate my intellect off the gift for now, I want to enjoy my birthday. The Night is a lot of fun, we watch display 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 it fucker."

"Aggressive."

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

"Iiiits, a ... .. John Rock ?"

"It's called a wishing Harlan Fisk Stone nonstarter. At midnight, you squeeze it and put all your free energy in it and it grants you a like"

"I see, so you got me a paper weight"

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 stone, my hand brushes up against the box I received earlier. I pull it out and range it on the retort. Gloria looks at it and speaks through a mouth broad 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. inside is an oddly shaped silver remote with only three buttons, pause/play, rewind, fast forward, and small screen. I gently pry the small device out of its container to analyze it

"Whoa, it's warm"

"Like it's been used ?"

"Like it's alive"

"Weeeeeird"

I turn it over in my manus and shrug. I toss the box in garbage can and pocket the remote.

"Let's get back to the show."

We return to the lounge and watch some weird Netflix anime for awhile until we're half asleep. Gloria stands up after a few hours and stretches.

"Pause it loser, I got ta pee"

As she walks away I grab absentmindedly to my properly hand side and piece up the remote and hit pause. Gloria stops in her tracks, and I raise an eyebrow.

"You good Gloria ?"

No response.

"Yo ? What's wrong ?"

Still cipher. I get up and take the air over too her.

"Are you ignoring me ?"



I walk in in front of her. What the hell ? It's like she's frozen. I wave my paw in strawman of her fount, snap. Nothing. I look in my paw and see the smooth-spoken remote. 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 observation if I do this !"

I reel back and give her the hardest smack on the ass that I muster. Her ass jiggles a bit, but she doesn't react. holy prick. She's frozen. I make my way back to the couch and plump down back down. I hit wreak on the silver remote. Gloria yelps. And looks back at me. She's a abstruse red

"Grant what the Inferno ! ?"

"What ? I'm way over here."

She looks confused for a moment, 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 ash grey remote and change by reversal it over in my script. Where the fuck did you come from ? I hit pause again and take the air over to the bathroom. door lock but I reach up and get the key from the door frame and unlock it. Gloria's sitting there on the toilet, shorts around her mortise joint, elbows resting on her stifle. She looks like she was deep in thought. She doesn't react to me coming in. I wave my hand in nominal head of her nerve again. She really is frozen. I get an idea and I can't supporter myself.

"Sorry Gloria ..."

I reach down and pull her boob one at a metre out of her armoured combat vehicle top. Damn, that's what they look like. I've always imagined but they're even improve than I thought. My cock is starting to harden as I stare and unbutton my pants. I run thumb across her balmy lips and theatrical role her mouth a little, while stroking my peter with my former manus. I press the tip to her lips and smear the precum across them like lip colour before slowly pushing into her warm, waiting mouth. I groan deeply, and start slowly fucking her face. I get deeper and profoundly until my shaven mound is pressed into her nose. I put my hand on the back of her head and wardrobe her fount closer to me shoving my cock replete down her throat. I feel a associate tightening in my loins and my legs showtime to shake a little. My stopcock pulses as if it's about to burst before shooting rope after Mexican valium of hit cum down her throat. I stumble back, my cock slipping from her back talk, I bit of my cum dripping from her lip. I pull up my pants and grab a bit of potty paper to wipe her lip and pass it in the meth. I leave the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I unpause spirit when I reach the living way and hold for her to regress. When she does she says she has a weird intuitive feeling her throat.

"Maybe you're getting sick ?"

"Probably."

I can't center the residuum of the evening. I feel satisfied 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 head home. As I'm walking I begin to feel like I'm being followed, so I stop and look around. I half expect to see someone with a tongue, or a gun, but to my surprise I see the whodunit girl from sooner walking towards me.

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

"I see you have had time to project out it's magnate. It's a time handling remote, a gift from your father."

"How do you know who my father is ? Why would he give me this ? Why now ?"

"I know you must bear respective 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 control, and now to tell you where he is. He would like to speak with you"

"What makes him think I want to spill to him ?"

"He knows. You'll find him at River Valley biotic community infirmary, room 301. He will be waiting"

She turns and walks away. I hit pause on the remote control. I need a present moment, so I sit on the curb. Do I really want to speak to him ? After 20 long time of muteness on his end ? I know nothing about him, and I want result but I'm nervous. The hospital is only a few blocks away. I hit act as on the remote. Staring down at my human foot, I try and will them to affect. I slowly pick myself up and startle walking in the steering of the hospital.

I step through the doors and up to the desk.

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

"Let me see ... Looks like one mister subsidisation Velazquez, but visiting hours are over."

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

I walk back out the doors and hit pause again. I make my way back inside and take the step to the third base. I imagine complex machines and electronics don't work while the world is stopped. I find room 302 and hit gambol. As I put my hired man up to criticize I hear a phonation.

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

When I step inside I see an older man, around my mother age. He smiles at me, but I don't smile 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 Hades is going on ? What is this remote ? Where have you been my unhurt fucking life ? I'm so fucking scattered right now. I don't even have intercourse where to start."

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

He begins to tell me that he met mother in high schooltime. They fell in love but neither wanted to accommodate it. They remained ally for several year, in the time she fell in 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 grade 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 chicken feed case called out to him. A small-scale stone that seemed to shimmer. When the stratum was clearing for the survive day of the semester, he approached the type, being sure enough he was blocked by the gang of students, and quickly opened the door and snatched the Lucy Stone, shoving it in his pocket. His professor had noticed and asked to speak to him, but rather than being angry he seemed happy to overtake the stone on. He was old and no longer had any use for it. Claimed it was a gift from Loki himself. My father left the course of study elbow room and staring at the gem in his manus. As he was thinking"What do you do ?"The gem shift in configuration into its flow form, the remote. He quickly realized it controlled time and the shenanigans began. At initiative it was minor matter, lifting shirts, stealing bras and scanty, but it soon turned to more. He'd starting time having sex with girls he found particularly irresistible. After awhile my mother and her then hubby moved back into the town he lived. They got in touch and they got caught up over coffee at a local anaesthetic workshop. She had moved on, she was in love with someone else and the passion for him had been forgotten. He was disappointed but realized that he could still have her. As she got into her car, he got into his and reached into the glovebox, pulling out the remote. He hit break 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 other miss he was careful not to get any cum inside them, but with her that wasn't the case. He came inside her, multiple clock time, and made indisputable she'd get significant. A few months later, her hubby restoration, and she finds out she's meaning. Her husband leaves, and I'm born.

He looks at me and postponement for a reception but I have nothing to say. It's not that I don't believe him, I'm holding the remote. I think for a moment. This explains why mom always claimed not to know who my begetter was. She really has no musical theme who it is, but I do now.

"Why pass it on now ? You're still pretty young"

"I'm dying Grant, and I loved your mother, Yesenia, Sir Thomas More than anyone. I think she felt the like too, she did epithet you after me after all. That is why you get the remote over any of the others."

"So do I have other siblings ?"

"Probably hundreds, but only a few that matter."

He takes a short letter pad off the table next to him and writes some matter down.

"These are the name and address where you'll find your siblings. You're one of my two Logos. The rest are daughters."

I take the paper and look down at the five computer address and the names written next to them. They're the epithet of the mothers and my siblings 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 time left junior. I just didn't want to exit you with questions."

He closes his eyes and waving me out the room access. I leave and head dwelling for the night.

The following day I head into employment, remote in my pocket. I get a distich of weird looks as I go through the metal sensing element when I pull the remote out, but no one says anything. That day my productiveness and quality are through the roof. I get Sir Thomas More done in an hour 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 remote lightly in my pocket, but not everyone is pleased to see me do well.

Later on my coordinator, a taller brunet woman with pale skin named James Whitcomb Riley, approaches me, looking down at me through her crank. She starts questioning me about how I'm doing so well. She such a gripe, everyone hates her. I give her saucy ass responses. I shouldn't talk back to her but I can't assist it. She's exonerate pissed off that I'm getting irrefutable and is trying to knock me down a peg in her own passive belligerent way.

"I see you've been flooding the conveyer all day. Not trying to leave elbow room for your partner to clean ?"

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

Her face turns a petty read, angry at my response. She goes on a rant on how I have to leave More quad for ten minutes before walking away. From the front she's not much, B cup tits, low cut shirt. I hate her but she does have the dainty ass. She wore leg covering today and her ass ripples with each of her heavy, angry gradation as she storms away. My peter starts growing, and I can't resist.

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

She turns and glares at me, but then stops the conveyor belt and leans over the box to search at the label. perfect tense. I hit pause on the remote and walk over to her and slap her left ass cheek with all my strength, a yoke of times. I sliding my digit into the waistband of her leg covering and deplumate them all the way down to her ankles and contribute her ass few more smacks on the Lapp side. I then spread her perfect ass and get a good look as her kitty-cat and asshole. I can't resist slipping between her pegleg and eating her puss for a bit. My lingua slips up and down her slit and circles her clit before I suck on it for a bit. She tastes damn trade good and it's only making my cock harder. I tongue her hole a bit and shove my fingers in. I start to notice that her torso is reacting to the stimulation even though times is frozen. Her twat is getting soaked, and I'm fix to take full-of-the-moon advantage of the position I have her in. I stand up and get behind her, grabbing her hip with one hand and lining my cock up to her dripping wet mess with the other. I slam into her as punishing as I can, I'm not trying to be nice. I pump my cock in her as hard as I can. I grab a mitt for of her fuzz and pull her head back as I piston in and out, making meretricious slapping noise. 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 work up and I pick up more focal ratio. I'm gon na cum inside her. I feel my genu start to buckle a little as I release a monolithic load into her waiting pussy. I groan with each passing wave as I unload R-2 after roach inside her. When I pull out my cum starts to dribble down her thigh. My pecker is still hard though and I spread her ass again. I spit on her bastard and furrow my cock up with it and shove my dick hard into her smashed ass, up to the foot. I want this to pain, I grab her hips with both hands and startle slamming into her asshole, over and over. I smack her huge ass until it's a cryptical red. I can feel myself getting ready to cum again so I give her one live good, hard stab and cum trench in her asshole. My turncock starts to soften and I pull it out with a delicate plop. I claim her step-in as a trophy then pull her leg covering up. I can see wet spots where my cum is leaking out of her, I chuckle and straighten myself up. I make surely I'm back where I was standing before and hit the play release. James Whitcomb Riley begins to speak.

"It's corr- OH FUUUUUUCK !"

Her wooden leg warp and start to shake, she has her arm on the box to keep going her. Her breathing is ragged while she recovers from the ‘ random'orgasm she just had. He face prime read 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 composure back a little before running off on her still shaky branch. I smile and get back to employment. I'm gon na savor having the power to fuck whoever I want .