What is expected of someone who actually comes across this variety of power ? Of course you think about how the king itself could be used for proficient, that's what the bomber's in comic and motion-picture show do, but people are rarely so altruistic. My public figure is Grant Palacios, and this is how I gained the power to curb time.

I grew up in a pocket-sized town in CA, far from the coast. I lived modestly with my mother and elder one-half baby. My 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 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 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 a great deal, but I was queer. Why wasn't my forefather around ? Did he vacate me ? Did something happen 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 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 questions. fiddling did I know, I'd be getting answers very soon.

I work entire prison term at a warehouse in town, and assist weekend and night classes at the local community of interests college. It pays decently so that I can help mom with the bills and have a tiny bit of fun money. Some week I'll put the fun money in my deliverance 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 school unless my mom lends me the truck.

Today I walk. I don't judgement, the novel air is dependable and I like to clear my read/write head during the alone prison term. I use the prison term to project what I would do for my natal day that night. I didn't have program, I wasn't very sociable, not a ton of friends, no girlfriend. It's not that I'm not attractive, I'm 5'10"with black berm length pilus, I'm Mexican, so I have cinnamon colored cutis and John Brown centre. I'm kinda fit but far from an athletes build. I'm sure soul has thought I was cute at some full stop. It's just that if they have/do, they haven't said anything.

My phone bombilation in my pocket. Ah it's Gloria. She's my best friend. A gorgeous Philippine missy with short stature and even curt temper. She has dark skin and thick rimmed field glass that go well with her bout face. She's 5'2"a tad chubby and has"feature"that are a bit big for her frame. DD breast and an ass that jiggles when she walks. If I hadn't known her since we were 7 I'd have tried my lot with her so very many times. It's been too long though, it'd be eldritch. Besides, she doesn't like me like that. I shake the thought process from my psyche and respond to her textbook

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

"Not with anyone. Just thinking about buying myself bite at the store and crashing in my way later."

"lame ass ! ! Come hang with me, I'll get you a cake, and we'll watch some anime or some shit."

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

"Bullshit ! Just be at my place at 8 later, wonk"

"Alright, weeb ttyl"

There we go, plans made. She done this every class 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 hunky-dory, I kinda am. My mom usually gives me a gift and kisses me on the brow, while my sis wishes me a happy natal day without looking up from her phone and that's all I hear about it during the day. The residual of my category will transport missive some with cash and what not. These Clarence Day the best parts of my natal day are when I get to spend clock time with Gloria.

I walk into piece of work after finally arriving and dance 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 switch goes relatively dull, 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 walk, 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. nose drops. I've run right into someone, falling to the ground. I look up and see a pretty daughter looking down at me with her arm extended to help me up.

"Sorry about that, dude."

"No, excuse 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 acrobatic bod with some tight fitting wearing apparel. I take her hand and pull myself to my foundation.

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

"Me ? By who ? What for ?"

"Your founder, sent me to give 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 male parent ? 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 rectangular box and head over to Gloria's place with my mind racing.

I knock on Gloria's threshold and she lets me in, and I try to keep my psyche off the natural endowment for now, I want to bask 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.

"surface 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 ... .. rock'n'roll ?"

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

"I see, so you got me a paper 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 deal brushes up against the box I received earlier. I pull it out and post it on the counter. Gloria looks at it and speaks through a mouth full of cake.

"Who gave you that ?"

"Some little 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 give 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 pocket-sized screen. I gently pry the small device out of its container to essay it

"Whoa, it's warm"

"Like it's been used ?"

"Like it's awake"

"Weeeeeird"

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

"Let's get back to the show."

We return to the redact and keep an eye on some weird Netflix gum anime for awhile until we're half asleep. Gloria stands up after a few time of day and stretches.

"interruption it loser, I got ta pee"

As she walks away I grab absentmindedly to my redress bridge player side and pick up the remote control and hit break. Gloria stops in her tracks, and I raise an eyebrow.

"You good 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 battlefront of her. What the infernal region ? It's like she's frozen. I wave my manus in front man of her face, snap. nix. I look in my hand and see the silver remote control. I bring it up and calculate 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 freeze down, you won't posting if I do this !"

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

"Grant what the hell ! ?"

"What ? I'm way over here."

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

"Ok ... just pause the show already"

I hit pause on the TV remote control and she walks off. I look at the silver remote control and turn it over in my deal. Where the fuck did you come from ? I hit pause again and take the air over to the bathroom. Doors lock but I reach up and get the key from the door frame and unlock it. Gloria's sitting there on the toilette, shorts around her ankles, elbows resting on her knee. She looks like she was oceanic abyss in thought. She doesn't react to me coming in. I wave my paw in front of her boldness again. She really is frozen. I get an musical theme and I can't service myself.

"Sorry Gloria ..."

I reach down and attract her tits 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 cock is starting to season as I stare and unbutton my pants. I run thumb across her flaccid lips and part her mouth a trivial, while stroking my cock with my other hired man. I press the tip to her sass and asperse the precum across them like lip glossary before slowly pushing into her warm, waiting mouth. I groan deeply, and start slowly fucking her cheek. I get cryptical and deep until my shave heap is pressed into her olfactory organ. I put my hired hand on the back of her header and crush her case closer to me shoving my cock full down her pharynx. I feel a intimate tightening in my loins and my legs start to shake off a little. My pecker heartbeat as if it's about to collapse before shooting roofy after rope of hit cum down her throat. I stumble 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 toilet paper to wipe her lip and toss it in the trash. I leave the toilet, locking the doorway behind me. I unpause life when I reach the living room and time lag for her to pass. When she does she says she has a unearthly feeling her throat.

"Maybe you're getting sick ?"

"Probably."

I can't focus the rest 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 oral sex rest 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 surprise I see the mystery fille from earlier walking towards me.

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

"I see you have had clock time to figure out it's tycoon. It's a sentence manipulation 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 have several doubtfulness, but I'm not the one who can reply 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 care to speak with you"

"What makes him call up I want to blab out to him ?"

"He knows. You'll find him at River Valley residential district Hospital, room 301. He will be waiting"

She turns and walks away. I hit pause on the remote. I need a bit, so I sit on the curb. Do I really want to speak to him ? After 20 twelvemonth of secretiveness on his end ? I know nothing about him, and I want solution but I'm nervous. The hospital is only a few pulley away. I hit play on the remote. Staring down at my invertebrate foot, I try and will them to run. I slowly pick myself up and set off walking in the counselling of the infirmary.

I step through the doors and up to the desk.

"self-justification me, do you know who's staying in elbow room 301 ?"

"Let me see ... Looks like one Mr Ulysses Simpson Grant Velazquez, but visiting hours are over."

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

I walk back out the threshold and hit pause again. I make my way back inside and take the step to the tierce floor. I imagine complex motorcar and electronics don't work while the world is stopped. I find room 302 and hit romp. As I put my hand up to knock I hear a voice.

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

When I step inside I see an elderly 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 pit is going on ? What is this remote control ? Where have you been my whole fucking life ? I'm so fucking confused right now. I don't even sleep with where to start."

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

He begins to enjoin me that he met mother in luxuriously school. They fell in love but neither wanted to take it. They remained ally for various year, in the time she fell in love with person 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 story credits in college. His professor had all kinds of knick knacks that were supposedly artifacts from that sentence. While observing them one in a methamphetamine typeface called out to him. A lowly stone that seemed to shimmer. When the year was clearing for the conclusion day of the semester, he approached the case, being surely he was blocked by the bunch of scholarly person, and quickly opened the door and snatched the stone, shoving it in his sac. His professor had noticed and asked to speak to him, but rather than being tempestuous he seemed happy to pass off 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 class way and staring at the stone in his hand. As he was thinking"What do you do ?"The endocarp shift in shape into its electric current form, the remote. He quickly realized it controlled fourth dimension and the shenanigans began. At inaugural it was small things, lifting shirts, stealing bras and step-in, but it soon turned to more. He'd jump having sex with girlfriend he found particularly irresistible. After awhile my mother and her then husband moved back into the Town he lived. They got in sense of touch and they got caught up over coffee bean at a topical anesthetic shop. She had moved on, she was in beloved with somebody else and the love 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 pause and headed over to my mothers car. She had become even more beautiful and aphrodisiacal since they had last met. He had sex with her but she was different from former girls. With early missy he was careful not to get any cum inside them, but with her that wasn't the case. He came inside her, multiple fourth dimension, and made trusted she'd get meaning. A few calendar month later, her hubby restitution, and she finds out she's meaning. Her husband leaves, and I'm born.

He looks at me and delay for a response 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 Father was. She really has no idea who it is, but I do now.

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

"I'm dying Cary Grant, and I loved your mother, Yesenia, to a greater extent than anyone. I think she felt the Sami too, she did gens you after me after all. That is why you get the remote control over any of the others."

"So do I have other siblings ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

The next day I head into study, remote in my pocket. I get a duo of weird aspect as I go through the alloy detector when I pull the remote out, but no one says anything. That day my productiveness and quality are through the roof. I get More done in an minute that our quickest people would do in two. Everyone pats me on the dorsum and jokingly asks for my service, 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 pale hide named James Whitcomb Riley, approaches me, looking down at me through her glasses. She starts questioning me about how I'm doing so well. She such a bitch, everyone hates her. I give her impertinent ass reaction. I shouldn't talk back to her but I can't service it. She's clear pissed off that I'm getting cocksure and is trying to rap me down a peg in her own passive fast-growing way.

"I see you've been flooding the transporter all day. Not trying to get out room for your partners to cull ?"

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

Her brass turns a little read, angry at my answer. She goes on a rant on how I have to leave Thomas More infinite for ten minutes before walking away. From the straw man she's not much, B cup tits, low cut shirt. I hate her but she does consume the nicest ass. She wore leg covering today and her ass ripples with each of her heavy, angry steps as she storms away. My shaft starts growing, and I can't resist.

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

She turns and glares at me, but then stops the conveyor belt and leans over the box to look at the label. Perfect. I hit pause on the remote and walk over to her and slap her left ass cheek with all my military posture, a couple of fourth dimension. I sliding my fingers into the waistband of her leg covering and extract them all the way down to her ankles and give her ass few more flavor on the same face. I then spread her perfect ass and get a well look as her pussy and arse. I can't resist slipping between her legs and eating her slit for a bit. My spit slips up and down her incision and circles her button before I suck on it for a bit. She tastes damn good and it's only making my cock harder. I tongue her hole a bit and shove my fingers in. I start to note that her dead body is reacting to the stimulant even though clip is rooted. Her pussy is getting soaked, and I'm quick to demand 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 rooster up to her dripping wet trap 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 hand for of her hair and pull her header back as I piston in and out, making loud slapping dissonance. I start smacking her ass again as I push her consistency more in the box while I fuck her. I feel my cum starting to work up and I pick up more speeding. I'm gon na cum inside her. I feel my knees start to crumple a little as I release a massive loading into her waiting pussy. I groan with each passing wave as I unload roach after rope inside her. When I pull out my cum starts to drip down her second joint. My putz is still hard though and I spread her ass again. I spit on her arse and line of products my putz up with it and force my stopcock hard into her tight ass, up to the fundament. 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 late red. I can feel myself getting ready to cum again so I give her one last skilful, grueling thrust and cum deep in her mother fucker. My cock starts to soften and I pull it out with a soft plop. I claim her pantie as a trophy then pull her leggings up. I can see wet dapple where my cum is leaking out of her, I chuckle and straighten myself up. I make sure I'm back where I was standing before and hit the play clit. Riley begins to speak.

"It's corr- OH FUUUUUUCK !"

Her pegleg warp and start to escape from, she has her arm on the box to confirm her. Her breathing is ragged while she recovers from the ‘ random'orgasm she just had. He face flushes study and everyone stares at her. She's visibly confused, as she looks around.

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

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