Birth of the Improbable Man

I had a crazy thought. I had been thinking about what I wanted her to do and then she had done it. What if I could manipulate and even control the minds of others while time was frozen? I had to test it...

I got real close to Southern Bell's face and thought really hard about her calming down. I tried, as clearly as possible, to picture her closing her mouth, sitting up on her bed and thanking me for joining her then politely asking me to leave so she could finish up alone. I ran through the thought a couple of more times, doing my best to "direct" the thought at her. I even thought I felt our minds connect for a moment... Then I stood up near where I had been standing when I froze time.

I took a deep breath and let time unfreeze.

I more than half expected to feel her sonic scream hit my chest before the sound of her scream hit my ears. But instead of screaming Southern Bell closed her mouth, pulled her vibrator out of her wet cunt, and calmly sat up.

She gave me a kind smile. "Aw, schucks Improbable Man, thanks for joining me. But na'w that you are finished I think I'd like to finish myself alone. Think you could be kind enough to see yourself out?"

I got to my feet and started to head for the door. I was amazed it had worked. I didn't want to say or do anything that would make her realize what had happened. Right before I opened her door I remembered my limp dick was hanging out of my pants. I stopped to put it away and zip my pants up then left her room.

As I came out of her room and closed the door behind me I was greeted by a handful of female students in the hall looking at me in stunned silence. I was aware that my face was flush and my brow was sweaty. It probably seemed pretty apparent what I had been doing in Southern Bell's room. I ignored the women and returned to my room, my mind filled with all the possibilities that were now open to me.

By the next afternoon it was all over the school that the awkward loser The Improbable Man had hooked up with Southern Bell. We had a couple of classes together. I caught her eye at one point and gave her a guilty look. She returned it with a blush and embarrassed smile.

I realized she must remember what happened, but it must have been confusing. The human mind is an amazing thing, and memory even more incredible. The mind tends to fill in the blanks left by memory, creating memories if need be to have things make sense. Sure she didn't actually remember how I got in her room, but I'm sure her mind created some kind of false memory to make sense of what happened.

She made it clear she thought what happened that night was just a onetime mistake cause she was horny. That happened a lot. You put this many hot, young men and women together in close proximity while they are going through strong sexual awakenings and there are a lot of one night stands. A lot of sex happens at The Academy, and the teachers seem to do their best to ignore it all. I mean, we're not kids, most of the students are in their early 20's by the time they start classes. So to Southern Bell and the world at large what happened that night wasn't surprising at all.

But to me? It changed my whole world. I had discovered the true extent of my powers. And what's more, I realized after that night that the more control I got over my powers the less control I had over my libido. And with my powers I would be able to indulge those sexual urges however I wanted and whenever I wanted.

***

Even though it had only been one night, I thought banging one of the most popular girls in school would help my reputation. Every day that past I seemed to like my classmates less and less, but I still craved their approval. But fucking Southern Bell only seemed to make everyone like me less. I wasn't clued in to exactly why everyone was now giving me dirty looks till about a week later.

I got a note saying I was requested in Professor Carr's office for a disciplinary meeting. "What the fuck is this all about?" I mumbled to myself. I wasn't doing anything at the time, so I headed right to his office. He was sitting there, waiting for me, with this deadly serious look on his face. As soon as I sat down he started in.

"I've called you in here today because a very serious accusation has been made. Someone has suggested that you used your powers to influence a fellow student, forcing her to engage in sexual activities with you."

My jaw dropped. Did he know? Did someone figure out how my powers really worked? How in the hell would someone have even figured out how my powers really worked? No... no, no one could know. Which meant this accusation was total bullshit, and knowing that pissed me right the fuck off. "What?" I snarled. "Who the fuck suggested that bullshit? What is this even about?"

Carr gave me a stern look. "Please, monitor your volume and tone. And an accusation like this, the accused doesn't get to know who made it."

"Well that is bullshit!" I spit out. "It was Southern Bell, wasn't it? That's what this is all about. She shacks up with me cause she's horny and then decides I wasn't good enough for her. Now it's not HER fault but MINE?"

Carr took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. "Please, don't speak of your fellow students like that. Not long from now you might end up on the same super team as them, and you need to be able to work well with everyone you're at school with. If you continue to talk this was you'll find yourself in even more trouble than you already are."

"What?! Are you saying I'm ALREADY in trouble, before you even hear my side of the story?"

His expression softened and he leaned in a little, trying to give me a sympathetic look that only made me more angry. "Well, what is your side of the story?" he asked.

I noticed he didn't deny that I was already in trouble, so I immediately got more defensive. "Well, since it doesn't seem to matter I don't see the point in telling you my side."

He started to say something, but I kind of boiled over in rage at how I was being treated. "See, she came on to ME, but then as soon as we were done fucking she started acting like she regretted the whole thing! Like I hadn't done a good enough job, and she was afraid if people found out about us she would get kicked out of her cool little click!"

I kept going on like that. None of it was true, but in the moment it was like I believed it all of it. I felt such righteous anger in the moment that I KNEW my defense had to be true. Professor Carr sat and listened to me rant. I went on for some time, I don't even remember half the shit I said, and I'm sure a lot of it was self contradictory.

Once I ran out of steam he took a deep breath. "Well, it seems pretty clear to me what actually happened." I don't know what I expected at that moment, I guess I was afraid he had somehow figured out the truth, but what he DID say totally caught me off guard. "I've seen this before. You don't yet have full control of your powers, and you used them on that young woman accidental. Subconsciously you saw a woman you wanted and used your powers to ensure she slept with you. Then, as soon as you had what you wanted you turned them off and she realized it wasn't what SHE wanted."

I sat there in stunned silence, which apparently he took for me realizing he was right. He wasn't, of course, but it worked out.

"Look, you did something wrong, but you didn't mean to, not consciously. You have to be punished, but it won't be as severe as it normally would be for something this serious. You'll be on secret probation for the time being. Everything will be fine, and there will be no actual academic conditions attached to this probation. But, and I can't stress this enough, if another incident like this happens you will be expelled immediately. And on top of that there may be legal repercussions beyond your expulsion from this school if you should once again be found using your powers for sexual gratification."

I was pretty pissed when I left his office, but I knew things could have been much worse. I'd have to be a lot more careful, make sure no one saw me when I was using my powers to get off. Or do a lot more mental programming to make the chick think she wanted it, even after it was over. Mostly I was pissed that Southern Bell had taken the whole thing to the teachers, she was obviously trying to get me kicked out of the school.

As I opened the door from Carr's office I saw American Dream leaning against a nearby wall as if she was waiting for someone. She had one leg up against the wall and was lazily chewing bubble gum, occasionally blowing pink bubbles. I was in a shit mood, and she was almost the last person I wanted to see.

As soon as the door closed behind me she spoke up. "What's wrong, Improbable Man? Find yourself in trouble? Maybe find out you fucked up and now you're under some kind of super secret probation? That's a shame, you creepy little fuck."

Once again my jaw dropped. "You! It was YOU that came up with this bullshit story and reported me to Carr, not Southern Bell!"

She got up from the wall and marched right towards me. I have to admit, it was intimidating. She was a lot taller than me and even though she didn't really look it I knew she was WAY stronger than me. I'd seen her lift a fucking fire engine in class once and throw it across a god damned football field. As she came at me she lifted her hand and poked me painfully in the chest with a single outstretched finger.

"Damn right! I don't like you, never have. You're creepy, you're lame, and you're not hero material. I'm going to make sure you don't graduate and become a superhero, I don't want a greasy little fuck like you besmirching my chosen career. I know damn well you didn't use your powers to get in Bell's pants. You're not that smart, and she's just dumb enough to jump the bones of the first things she sees with a hard prick when she's horny. But I can't have people like you fucking up the reputations of the people I choose to surround myself with!"

I just turn my back and walked away from her. My face was so red with anger I was afraid what I would do something terrible if I didn't get away from her. There were so many things running through my mind, but I didn't want to risk it, not right in front of Carr's office. But I swore I'd have my revenge...

***

I stewed all night. I thought of a million humiliating, degrading things to do to American Dream to get back at her. But I knew I had to be careful, I wasn't yet willing to accept I was the villain I am today, and at the end of that night I felt pretty guilty about most of the things I thought about doing to her..

The next day I showed up to Carr's class super early. I sat in the very back of the room so that I would be as far away from American Dream and Southern Bell as possible. I intentionally didn't look up from my books as I heard them come in. Class started, Carr started droning on about ethics and other bullshit I was started to realize I didn't care about.

I tried so hard to ignore American Dream, but I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was turned around in her seat and staring at me. I gave into the temptation and looked at her. We made eye contact then she stuck her tongue out at me and blew a raspberry. Such childish bullshit!

My face burned red... I was so mad. I felt my powers twitching on and off. Time kept coming to stuttering little stops. I wanted to stop time and... and... I didn't know, do SOMETHING to her!

A few minutes later Carr called on American Dream to answer a question. She got to her feet and started to give her answer. She was the only damn asshole in the class that did that, the rest of us just staying sitting down when we answered questions. I stared daggers into her back. I tried to keep myself from freezing time by concentrating on some small detail. I settled on her outfit. She had started wearing this slutty little cheerleader's outfit as a costume. It had a short skirt that showed off her legs and a low cut tube top that showed off her big tits.

I realized I had gotten a boner thinking about her breasts. Being aroused and so angry, I guess I just lost control. I froze time. I practically ripped my clothes off, then marched across the room towards her. I grabbed that bitch by her shoulders, spun her around, and forced her down onto her knees. It was weird... it was like she was a poseable doll while time was frozen.

Once I had her down on her knees before me I grabbed her shirt and pulled it down, revealing her tits. They were fucking perfect! Huge in size, perfectly round and firm. If I hadn't learned that the breasts of women with an active P-Gene were almost all unnaturally firm even into their owners later years I would have sworn they were fake. Her tits were almost to perfect to be allowed to exist.

They were certainly indecently arousing, and they needed a cock between them. I spit on her chest then slammed my cock down into the moisture. I grabbed her tits, and god damn were they firm, then wrapped them around my cock and started fucking her tits. I pounded her meat mountains hard and fast until I blew my load all over her.

Once I got off I felt my anger and drive just melt away. I made fucking sure I kept time frozen, but I allowed myself to relax. I needed to clean the cum off her chest then put her back the way she was before I froze time. I looked around and saw Southern Bell was sitting nearby. She had a black scarf on, wrapped tightly around that slender neck of hers. I pulled it off her and used it to clean American Dream's tits off. After that I wrapped it back around her neck, chuckling as I wondered what she would think when she noticed the cummy mess now hidden in her scarf.

I started repositioning American Dream, getting her back in the same standing position she had been in when I froze time. All that was left was to pull her top up. Then I thought, "Hell, what if I DON'T!" To the rest of the room it would look just like her top fell down, and with as low cut as her tube top was it wasn't like it was all that impossible.

I went back to my seat, got dressed and sat down. Then I unfroze time. There was a few moments of shocked silence as American Dream kept on talking, answering Carr's question, while the entire class stared at her exposed breasts. Then Carr cleared his throat and informed her that her top had fallen down.

The class erupted into laughter. She spun around, looking angrily at everyone as she pulled her top up. She looked like she was going to explode in anger and embarrassment. Then she took a deep breath and I saw her face relax, and just like that she was calm. "Okay everyone, she said with a girlish laugh, "I guess that treat was on me. I think I'll have to get a different top..."

"And that, class, is how you act like a hero!" Carr said, then led the class in applauding the stupid bitch!

I sat in the back of the class stewing in anger once again. She had turned my revenge into another feather in her fucking cap. And Carr had helped her! I needed to do more, do something to the BOTH of them. I came up with a plan...

As soon as class was over I made sure I pushed my way out of the class as fast as I could. I dashed down the hall and around a corner where no one could see me and froze time. I then ran back into the class. I had been fast enough that American Dream was still in the class room. I walked up to Carr and started to concentrate on his mind as hard as I could. There was this feeling, I don't really know how to explain it, like I felt our brains click into place and connect. I knew right away that I could start giving him mental commands.

I hid myself in a corner of the room behind one of the unused desks. I made it so I could see them but they wouldn't notice me unless I made a lot of noise. I unfroze time...

"American Dream, can you please stay behind. I had something I wanted to discuss with you."

"Uh, sure Professor Carr," she said. From the look on her face it was obvious she thought she was in trouble.

I could still feel my mind connected with Carr's. I pushed a little harder and I could FEEL his normal thoughts. I started to pull and tug and move things around. Next thing I knew he was talking to American Dream about her academic standing, informing her that she would need to do better in class.

"But, like, I've aced every test! And you always tell me I'm doing such a good job!"

I pushed on Carr's mind, trying to make him stare at her tits, but it seemed I didn't have that much control over him when time was moving forward. So I stopped time and tried again, and as soon as time started again his eyes moved down to stare at her cleavage. While I was messing with things I made him get a huge erection, one big enough to be obviously visible to American Dream. Then I unfroze time and let things play out.

"Like, why are you staring at my tits, Professor? And ew, gross! You've got a fucking hard on from staring at me, what are you a perve!?"

I froze time again. I reached into American Dream's mind. I felt things click then filled her mind with commands and new wants and desires. Then I went into Carr's mind and did the same before unfreezing time.

"Yeah, you're a fucking perve," American Dream said in a suddenly less angry voice. She looked at the door to the classroom and saw it was closed and they were alone, then she took a step closer to Carr. She reached up and grabbed a hold of his dick through his pants. "You're a perve that wouldn't mind letting this all too attractive student do a little extra credit for a good grade."

Carr pulled away from her and went and locked the door. Then he walked to his desk, sat down, unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. He fucking waved it at American Dream and smiled the sleaziest smile I had ever seen. "I think a little extra credit would do your grade's wonders!"

A moment later that skank was on her knees sucking Carr's cock. I have to admit, even though I had just gotten off the sight got me hard. I started to play with myself, but after a minute or two that just wasn't good enough. I froze time and come up to them. American Dream was down on all fours like a fucking dog, with her ass all raised up into the air. All I had to do was flip her skirt up, pull her panties to the side and slide my dick in her. I fucked her right there, with Carr's cock frozen in time in her mouth.

After unloading into her I realized I wouldn't simply be able to wipe the evidence away this time. So I went back to my hiding place and put a few more ideas into American Dream's mind. As soon as I unfroze time she pulled off of Carr's dick and licked her lips. "You know, as tasty as you are, I think I want to feel you in me." She got to her feet, turned around, pulled her panties to the side before sliding down Carr's shaft.

"Oh fuck, you're so goddamned wet," he moaned, unaware that what he felt was my cum.

"Damn right I am, you MAKE me this wet."

The two of them kept fucking till they both got off. I realized then that my plan hadn't worked: I'd messed with their minds too well. They had both enjoyed things too much, and I had probably only ensured American Dream would get her damn A. Sure, I'd proved she was a fucking slut. But I was realizing ALL of these wannabe heroines were fucking sluts.

I grew very disillusioned after that. I started to look up what the lives of various superheroes were like after they graduated. I quickly found that superheroes, especially superheroines, were fucking sluts that fucked their way out of more situations then they fought their way out of.

If that was the case what was in it for me as a hero? It seemed men didn't get the same pass from the media if they ended fucking a villain. The press loved stories about heroines brought low then getting the better of their foes. But if a male hero was used sexually? He was ridiculed. And if he took advantage of a vanquished supervillainess? He was branded a rapist and a villain himself!