What is expected of soul who actually comes across this kind of powerfulness ? Of course you think about how the superpower itself could be used for good, that's what the hero's in strip and picture do, but people are rarely so selfless. My gens is Grant Palacios, and this is how I gained the power to control time.

I grew up in a small townspeople in California, far from the glide. I lived modestly with my female parent and aged half sister. My Father was never in the image, 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 upset her.

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

I don't intellect not knowing so much, but I was funny. Why wasn't my father around ? Did he abandon me ? Did something happen to him ? I don't even know whether I should be raging at him or sad that he's gone. I was 20 almost 21 yr old and had made it this far in animation without him, so it's not even that I want him to micturate a take. I just have questions. trivial did I know, I'd be getting solution very soon.

I work wax fourth dimension at a storage warehouse in townsfolk, and hang weekend and night classes at the local community of interests college. It pays decently so that I can help mom with the circular and have a midget bit of fun money. Some hebdomad 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. phonograph needle to say I walk to and from work and schoolhouse unless my mom lends me the hand truck.

Today I walk. I don't mind, the sweet air is good and I like to clear my head during the lonely time. I use the time to plan what I would do for my birthday that night. I didn't have design, I wasn't very social, not a ton of supporter, no girlfriend. It's not that I'm not attractive, I'm 5'10"with black shoulder duration hair, I'm Mexican, so I have cinnamon colored skin and brown centre. I'm kinda fit but far from an athlete build. I'm surely someone has thought I was cute at some tip. 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 Filipino missy with short stature and even scant temper. She has blue skin and thick rimmed glasses that go well with her round face. 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 chance with her so very many time. It's been too long though, it'd be eldritch. Besides, she doesn't like me like that. I shake the thoughts from my judgement and respond to her school text

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

"Not with anyone. Just thinking about buying myself snack at the computer storage and crashing in my elbow room later."

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

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

"Bullshit ! Just be at my position at 8 later, nerd"

"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 gift and kisses me on the forehead, while my sister wishing me a happy birthday without looking up from her phone and that's all I hear about it during the day. The remainder of my category will charge letters some with cash and what not. These days the unspoilt component part of my natal day are when I get to spend clock time with Gloria.

I walk into body of work after finally arriving and measure through the metal detector. Something about the day feels off, like I'm being watched. I shake off the feeling and clock in. My shift goes relatively slow down, 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 potential. While I'm walking, I decide to text Gloria that I'm on my way. I look down at my speech sound and shoot her a text, not watching where I'm going. SMACK. I've run right into soul, falling to the terra firma. I look up and see a pretty girl looking down at me with her arm extended to help me up.

"Sorry about that, dude."

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

She's cute, not really my case but damn is she cute. She's about my height, top-notch skinny athletic build with some besotted try-on wearing apparel. I take her hand and pull myself to my feet.

"You're subsidisation right hand ? I was actually sent here to front for you."

"Me ? By who ? What for ?"

"Your father, sent me to give you this."

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

"Happy birthday Grant."



She walks away leaving me with a lot of inquiry. I pocket the small-scale rectangular box and head over to Gloria's space with my mind racing.

I knock on Gloria's room access and she lets me in, and I try to keep my mind off the natural endowment for now, I want to love my birthday. The Night is a lot of fun, we watch appearance and eat food, just the two of us. She sings glad birthday to me, and we have cake. While we're eating she plops a box on the counter.

"outdoors it fucker."

"Aggressive."

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

"Iiiits, a ... .. rock ?"

"It's called a want Edward Durell Stone loser. At midnight, you squeeze it and put all your energy in it and it grants you a regard"

"I see, so you got me a composition weight unit"

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 small stone, my manus brushes up against the box I received earlier. I pull it out and place it on the replication. Gloria looks at it and speaks through a verbalize total of cake.

"Who gave you that ?"

"Some fille, 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 suffering to spread the box. I pull the lid off of the box. Inside is an oddly shaped silver medal remote with only three buttons, pause/play, rewind, fast forward, and pocket-size filmdom. I gently pry the small device out of its container to examine it

"Whoa, it's warm"

"Like it's been used ?"

"Like it's alive"

"Weeeeeird"

I turn it over in my handwriting and shrug. I toss the box in food waste can and pocket the remote.

"Let's get back to the show."

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

"intermission it loser, I got ta pee"

As she walks away I grab absentmindedly to my right hand side and plunk up the remote control and hit suspension. Gloria stops in her cut, and I raise an eyebrow.

"You just Gloria ?"

No response.

"Yo ? What's wrong ?"

Still nothing. I get up and walk 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 hand in figurehead of her face, snap. Nothing. I look in my script and see the silver remote. I bring it up and front at the covert. ‘ Paused ’. I look at Gloria again.

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

I walk around her.

"Ok so, if you're really frozen, you won't notice if I do this !"

I reel back and hold her the heavily smack on the ass that I muster. Her ass jiggles a bit, but she doesn't react. Holy cocksucker. She's frozen. I make my way back to the lounge and plop back down. I hit play on the silver remote control. Gloria yelps. And looks back at me. She's a deep red

"Grant what the perdition ! ?"

"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 atomic number 47 remote and call on it over in my hired hand. Where the fuck did you come from ? I hit pause again and walk over to the bathroom. room access lock but I reach up and get the key from the door build and unlock it. Gloria's sitting there on the stool, shorts around her ankles, elbows resting on her knees. She looks like she was late in thought. She doesn't react to me coming in. I wave my script in front line of her face again. She really is frozen. I get an idea and I can't help myself.

"Sorry Gloria ..."

I reach down and pull her tits one at a time out of her armored combat vehicle top. shucks, that's what they look like. I've always imagined but they're even better than I thought. My cock is starting to harden as I stare and unbutton my pants. I run thumb across her soft mouth and part her sass a small, while stroking my putz with my other bridge player. I press the tip to her lips and blur the precum across them like lip color before slowly pushing into her warm, waiting oral fissure. I groan deeply, and start slowly fucking her nerve. I get deeper and deeper until my trim mound is pressed into her horn in. I put my hired man on the back of her head and imperativeness her case closer to me shoving my cock full down her pharynx. I feel a fellow tightening in my loins and my legs scratch line to shake a little. My dick pulses as if it's about to break open before shooting rope after rope of hit cum down her throat. I bumble back, my cock slipping from her mouth, I bit of my cum dripping from her lip. I pull up my pants and grab a bit of potty report to wipe her lip and pass it in the trash. I leave the toilet, locking the door behind me. I unpause life when I reach the living room and postponement for her to return. When she does she says she has a unearthly feeling her throat.

"Maybe you're getting sick ?"

"Probably."

I can't rivet the rest of the eve. I feel quenched 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 headspring 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 knife, or a gun, but to my surprisal I see the mystery girl from earlier walk towards me.

"You again ? Hey, what the infernal region is this matter ?"

"I see you have had clock time to figure out it's major power. It's a time use remote control, a gift from your father."

"How do you roll in the hay who my don is ? Why would he impart me this ? Why now ?"

"I know you must have several doubtfulness, but I'm not the one who can respond them all. I work for your father. He sent me before to gift you the remote, and now to tell you where he is. He would like to utter with you"

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

"He knows. You'll find him at River vale Community hospital, 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 bridle. Do I really want to verbalize to him ? After 20 years of silence on his end ? I know nothing about him, and I want reply but I'm nervous. The hospital is only a few blocks away. I hit play on the remote. Staring down at my fundament, I try and will them to move. I slowly pick myself up and come out walking in the direction of the infirmary.

I step through the room access and up to the desk.

"apology me, do you know who's staying in 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 doors and hit pause again. I make my way back inside and ingest the stairs to the third floor. I imagine building complex machines and electronics don't body of work while the world is stopped. I find elbow room 302 and hit swordplay. As I put my hand up to rap I hear a voice.

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

When I step inside I see an older man, around my female parent age. He smiles at me, but I don't grin 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 hell is going on ? What is this remote ? Where have you been my wholly fucking life ? I'm so fucking confused right now. I don't even have it off where to start."

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

He begins to tell me that he met female parent in high schooling. They fell in erotic love but neither wanted to admit it. They remained protagonist for various yr, in the sentence she fell in erotic love with someone else, got married, had a daughter. He wasn't so lucky. When he turned 23, something odd happened. He was taking a class on Scandinavian language mythology for history credits in college. His professor had all sort of knick hang that were supposedly artifacts from that time. While observing them one in a methamphetamine case called out to him. A small Harlan Fiske Stone that seemed to shimmer. When the class was clearing for the final day of the semester, he approached the caseful, being trusted he was blocked by the crowd of students, and quickly opened the door and snatched the I. F. Stone, shoving it in his air pocket. His prof had noticed and asked to address to him, but rather than being angry he seemed happy to go on the endocarp 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 instruction room and staring at the Edward Durell Stone in his hand. As he was thinking"What do you do ?"The stone shift in physique into its current form, the remote. He quickly realized it controlled metre and the shenanigans began. At first gear it was small affair, lifting shirts, stealing bras and panties, but it soon turned to more. He'd get-go having sex with girls he found particularly irresistible. After awhile my female parent and her then husband 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 love with someone else and the dearest for him had been forgotten. He was disappointed but realized that he could still let 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 mother car. She had become even more beautiful and sexy since they had live on met. He had sex with her but she was different from former fille. With former girls he was careful not to get any cum inside them, but with her that wasn't the case. He came inside her, multiple times, and made sure she'd get pregnant. A few calendar month later, her hubby returns, and she finds out she's pregnant. Her married man leaves, and I'm born.

He looks at me and hold for a response but I have naught 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 father was. She really has no idea who it is, but I do now.

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

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

"So do I have other sibling ?"

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

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

"These are the reference where you'll find your sib. You're one of my two Son. The residual are daughters."

I take the paper and look down at the five addresses and the figure written next to them. They're the gens of the mothers and my siblings names. He gives me a run down of who the siblings are and how he knew the female parent. He lays back in his bed.

"I don't have a lot of time left Junior. I just didn't want to pull up stakes 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 eldritch tone as I go through the metal detector when I pull the remote control out, but no one says anything. That day my productivity and quality are through the cap. I get more done in an minute that our immobile masses would do in two. Everyone pats me on the book binding 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 brunette woman with wan skin named James Whitcomb Riley, approaches me, looking down at me through her methamphetamine hydrochloride. She starts questioning me about how I'm doing so well. She such a bitch, everyone hates her. I give her hurt ass responses. I shouldn't talk back to her but I can't help it. She's readable pissed off that I'm getting positivist and is trying to knock me down a peg in her own passive voice aggressive way.

"I see you've been flooding the transporter all day. Not trying to will room for your spouse to pick ?"

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

Her face turns a minuscule read, tempestuous at my response. She goes on a rant on how I have to allow for more space for ten minutes before walking away. From the front she's not much, B cup nipple, low cut shirt. I hate her but she does deliver the gracious ass. She wore leg covering today and her ass riffle with each of her dense, tempestuous footstep as she storms away. My cock starts growing, and I can't resist.

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

She turns and glares at me, but then stops the conveyor belted ammunition and leans over the box to look at the label. Perfect. I hit pause on the remote and walk of life over to her and slap her left ass cheek with all my strength, a distich of prison term. I sliding my finger into the waistband of her leggings and pull them all the way down to her mortise joint and grant her ass few more smacks on the same side. I then spread her perfect ass and get a skilful look as her puss 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 clitoris before I suck on it for a bit. She tastes damn skilful and it's only making my pecker harder. I tongue her hole a bit and jostle my fingerbreadth in. I start to find that her body is reacting to the stimulant even though metre is frozen. Her pussy is getting soaked, and I'm fix to withdraw full 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 hole with the other. I slam into her as hard as I can, I'm not trying to be squeamish. I pump my cock in her as unvoiced as I can. I grab a manus for of her hair and deplume her head back as I piston in and out, making garish slapping randomness. I start smacking her ass again as I push her trunk more in the box while I fuck her. I feel my cum starting to build and I pick up more amphetamine. I'm gon na cum inside her. I feel my knee joint start to buckle a petty as I release a monumental load into her waiting pussy. I groan with each passing undulation as I unload rope after rope inside her. When I pull out my cum starts to drop down her thigh. My cock is still severe though and I spread her ass again. I spit on her asshole and line my cock up with it and push up my putz hard into her rigorous ass, up to the infrastructure. I want this to spite, I grab her pelvic arch with both deal and start slamming into her bastard, over and over. I smack her huge ass until it's a deep red. I can experience myself getting fix to cum again so I give her one lastly secure, hard stab and cum deep in her asshole. My cock starts to mince and I pull it out with a soft plop. I claim her panties as a trophy then pull her legging up. I can see wet point where my cum is leaking out of her, I chuckle and straighten myself up. I make certain I'm back where I was standing before and hit the manoeuvre button. Riley begins to speak.

"It's corr- OH FUUUUUUCK !"

Her branch buckle and start to shake, she has her arm on the box to support her. Her respiration is ragged while she recovers from the ‘ random'orgasm she just had. He face gush read and everyone stares at her. She's visibly confused, as she looks around.

"What are you all staring at ! ? Get back to piece of work !"

She try's to get her composure back a little before running off on her still shaky legs. I smile and get back to work. I'm gon na enjoy having the power to jazz whoever I want .