10 comments/ 60480 views/ 5 favorites Unsichtbarkeit By: fishspeaker Story Disclaimer: This is a short piece I started a few months ago. To be honest I have slightly lost interest with this story so I am posting what I have. This story has some cliché and corny elements but it is a fun "story universe" to work with. PLEASE comment if you like/dislike this story, if enough people show interest I will flesh it out a bit more! : ) ---- My name is Mike Piaggio and this is how my life changed: "Looking for anything specific?" The woman behind the counter asked. "Nah, just looking around I guess." I replied, smiling. She smiled back. The store was a small used book store. It smelled of old paper and dust. I was actually looking for anything books related to the medieval era but I hadn't felt like explaining my interests to this random woman. To my surprise the "History" section was quite large and I spent ten minutes silently browsing the books with my eyes. A small green book caught my eye. It was titled "Weapons of the Ancient Germanics". Military history was of an interest to me so I picked it up and opened it. It was dry and felt old, the date in the bind claimed it was from 1878. It was mostly text but there were also some black and white drawings that especially fascinated me. "Will this be all?" The woman asked as I handed her the book. "Yes." "11.43." She replied, smiling and taking my $20 dollar bill. At home I put the book on my bookcase and forgot about it for the next few days as I struggled to finish a few essays for my college classes. The next Monday I was in bed reading one of the books for my classes. I was soon bored and put it away. I picked up the old book I had bought and sat on my bed to read it. The first few chapters were quite boring and I found myself skimming pages. After a few more pages I came across a weird chapter. The paper seemed older on these pages and the text was a different font. "Take Heed, You Who Reads This" It said on the top of each page. The writing seemed to be ingredients for something. Is this a section of recipes for food? I thought to myself, now intrigued. The first recipe was for something called "Unsichtbarkeit". The text was hard to read but it looked like this "object" was made by combing some elements, a piece of hair and a drop of blood into a small rolled up bundle. Thre drawings accompanied the recipe. The first showed a man holding the small "Unsichtbarkeit" bundle in his hand. A script next to the hand said "squeeze". The next drawing showed nothing and the final drawing showed the man once more, holding the bundle in his hand. Under the middle drawing was written: "Do not fear if the token is lost while transformed, you will return to normalcy in twelve hours time." What the fuck could this be for? I thought to myself. The second recipe was something called "Herrschaft" and was made with some elements mixed together, water and castor oil. The images shown with it were very weird. The drawings depicted a person smearing this cream onto two chairs. In the next sections of the drawing, two other people (a man and a woman) sat on the chairs. In the final slide, the two people who had sat in the chairs were shown embracing and kissing. I was now intrigued and reread the sections over and over again. The recipe also described that the "balm" could be most effect by "smearing on the undergarments, directly coming into contact with the orifices." What the hell is this about? Is it some kind of old Germanic ritual being described here? What does it have to do with the rest of the book... I turned the pages a few more times and found that the section ended abruptly and a new one began. It was clear these "recipe" sections had been added to the book after it had been printed. The paper they were written on seemed just as old as the book so I knew it wasn't a modern addition due to vandalism at the used book store or something. I read the book a bit more and then went to bed, my mind still thinking about the recipes. My next day at university went by normally and when I came home I opened the book again. There is no way these recipes are real. They must be mythical or something... I was still fascinated and I decided to try and make the first recipe. Over the next week or so I found the needed materials at a local hobby store and Thursday night I said goodnight to my parents and closed my bedroom door. I pulled the materials out of my backpack. I had a small felt bag that I had used to carry an expensive compass and decided to use it as the bundle. I put the elements in the bundle (they were in a small rock-like forms) and put a few of my hairs into it also. I then pricked my hand with a pin and dripped a few drops of blood into the bag. I tied it up tight and squeezed it in my hand. Nothing happened. Why the hell did I even bother to do this? I'm an idiot. I thought to myself. I put the bundle down and picked up the book again. This is just some occult crap some idiot must have put in here a hundred years ago. And I fell for it. Whoever put this in here would be laughing at me if they knew I had fallen for their joke a century later. I held the bag again and kept reading the book. I squeezed a few more times, once again nothing happened. What does this word, "Unsichtbarkeit" even mean? I thought to myself, deciding to look it up online to find its meaning. "Unsichtbarkeit" I said to myself, hoping to remember the word. My heart fluttered and at first nothing seemed wrong as I looked at the screen. Then I looked down to look at the book and find the word's spelling. "Huh!" I called out in an animalistic cry of horror. My body was gone. My arms and hands were nowhere to be seen. I jumped out of the chair, almost tripping and stood up. "What the fuck." I said to myself, I couldn't see my hands in front of my face. Am I dead? Did I have a stroke or some shit like that. My heart was racing and I was terrified. I ran into my bathroom. There was nothing in the mirror. I touched it and felt the cold hardness against my fingers. I could feel the mirror and my mind knew my hands were touching it but I couldn't see them. I felt the bundle in my other hand. I tried squeezing it a few more times in a panick. Make me normal! I remembered the word and said it as I squeezed it. I was normal once more and my figure appeared in the mirror. Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming right? That could NOT have just happened. I felt chills and my stomach was uneasy. I walked back into my bedroom and sat on the bed. The light in the room was dim but I knew what I had just experienced. I concentrated and came to the conclusion I wasn't dreaming. "Unsichtbarkeit." I said again, squeezing the bad. My body disappeared. I thrust the bundle into my jeans pocket and walked towards the door. It was a strange sensation because I couldn't see how far my limbs were from the door but I somehow "felt" where they were. I grasped the door handle without problem. I slowly opened the door and peaked my head out. The hallway was dark and I could see only the light of the TV from my parent's room. I slowly walked down the hallway, taking care not to make audible footsteps. My parents were lying in bed, watching TV with the lights off. I slowly walked in front of the TV. They said nothing and from their eyes I could tell they were watching the action on the screen. My heart was racing and I slowly made my way back into my room. "Unsichtbarkeit." I said, my body coming back into view. My heart seemed like it was going to beat itself out of my chest. This is real. This is really happening. This thing was real. I tried to sleep that night but I couldn't. The next day I was tired but adrenaline drove me on. I took the bundle with me to campus and "activated" it in a bathroom when no one else was in there. I then walked the campus completely invisible. One danger I quickly became aware of was the fact that other people might run into me or hit me without knowing, I soon learned to walk off the main paths and always keep people distant from me. I became whole again at my car. To anyone watching it would have looked like a sudden appearance from thin air. My drive home was filled with ideas of how I could use this new power, but I would need to follow some rules to keep myself safe and unseen. That weekend when I was hanging out with my friends I thought about telling them about my new secret but I decided against it. I can't tell anyone about this. Nobody... Monday night, back in my room, I decided to make the second recipe. This one intrigued me because it seemed to suggest that it was some kind of magically potion to make two people desire to have sex with each other. I had no idea how it could work but I made the needed ingredients and kept the cream in a clear plastic bag. The cream was opaque, kind of like liquid soap. It had no odor I could tell of and seemed to dry quick when rubbed with the fingers. I used the reminder of the materials I had bought to make a second "Unsichtbarkeit" bundle. My intense sexual fantasies gave way. I had to try this new combination of incredible power I had found myself in possession of. I was scared but my lust was going to lead me to try this cream on two unsuspecting people. The "Unsichtbarkeit" bundle would make it even easier. But who? A few more days went by and I formulated my plan. I also practiced with the invisibility. I learned to minimize my sound by wearing thin workout clothing. When invisible I didn't wear my necklace or watch and wrapped my cell phone and car keys in a small hand towel to make them quiet. I found that objects in my pockets or under my shirt were also invisible. I also soon began carrying soft gloves, lest my finger prints show up anywhere I didn't want them to appear. I was unstoppable. I practiced a few more time on campus. I grew cocky and one time threw some stones at people as I stood alongside the main walking path. People suspected nothing and always turned to the visible people around them, thinking they had thrown the pebble at them. I struggled to keep myself from laughing. To test the sexual lust potion, I decided on a target that had always fascinated me. Marissa was my friend's mom, a family friend and someone who had always excited me sexually. She was a stately redhead with pale skin, light freckles and nice breasts. Her butt was not very voluptuous but she had always been a fantasy of mine. Now the only question was who would be the lucky man? It was the middle of the day as I drove towards Marissa's house. I couldn't just park my car outside so I found a shopping mall near it and parked. I cloaked myself and began the twenty minute or so walk to her house, sticking off the shoulder of the road to avoid the cars that could not see me. I walked casually up to the house and surveyed it. I walked around the house and could see that Marissa's youngest son, 15 year old Jeff, was inside watching TV in the living room. I came to the basement door and found it unlocked. I slowly walked up the basement stairs and walked into Marissa and her husband's room. The bed was made and some laundry was on the bed, waiting to be put away. What an easy mark. I thought to myself. I slowly made my way through the laundry basket until I found what I was looking for: some of Marissa's panties. I have always had a panty fetish and I found myself with an erection as I smeared some of the cream onto the crotch region of the underwear. This would be the best location for her genitals to soak up the cream. Before I was done I picked out a pair I especially liked and put it in my pocket. Little souvenir for later. At home I masturbated in my room with the stolen panties; after they were soaked with my semen I crumpled them up into a small ball and thrust them deep into my garbage can. But I still had one more step. I had to find a man to use the cream on. I laid in bed that night thinking about which man I would like to watch have sex with Marissa. Then it hit me. My dad. I had always been fascinated by my parent's sexual lives and the idea of one of my parents having an affair had always intrigued me. This would be perfect. My dad fucking Marissa, a close family friend and someone near his own age... I couldn't wait. The next day before I left for classes I went into my parent's room and smeared some of my dad's boxers with the same cream I had mixed for Marissa. I smeared the front of his boxers, hoping his penis would soak up the cream heavily. Now I just had to wait. --- "Hey Mike, we are going to the Collin's house for dinner." Tony Piaggio said, leaning his head into his son's room. "Sure dad, let me just get my shoes on." His son Mike replied. The dinner between the two families went well but something was irking Tony. His penis for some reason felt strange. He knew it wasn't pain or something, it was actually a kind of good feeling but it didn't give him an erection. "Hows it all taste." Marissa Collins asked. "Its all good." Tony's son Mike replied. "Yeah, wonderful as always." Tony replied, looking at Marissa. She smiled back. Shes looking good tonight. Tony thought to himself. His wife Mary and him had been married for over twenty years but he still found himself sometimes thinking about other women in fantasies. Marissa figured prominently in many of these fantasies. The "itch" in his penis grew more noticeable as he looked more at Marissa during dinner, sometimes she looked up at him and smiled. It felt like there was something irritating his penis, just inside the urethra. I wonder what she thinks of me. Marissa tried to control herself best she could but the itch inside her genitals caused her to fidget and squeeze her thighs together. What has gotten into me? Later that night she stepped into her shower and tried to relax but the itch would not leave her genitals. Gently she rubbed herself with the hot water and soon had her fingers exploring her clit. This relieved the pain and she shuddered with pangs of pleasure. She sat down in the shower and let the hot water run over her body as she masturbated. Her mind turned to Tony and she "scratched" the itch as she fantasized about him. She gasped and a pleasurable chill went down her wet back. It felt amazing. --- The next week or so I practiced more invisibility, my mind still focused though on my father and Marissa. My dad wasn't acting weird at all and I thought maybe the sexual cream was maybe a dud. Saturday morning I got up early to go running before the day got hot and I was in my kitchen with my mom when the phone rang. "Hey Marissa." My mom said. I listened closely as I drank a water bottle. "Oh sure I'll tell him to head over there when he's home to check it out." Hmm. "Who was that?" I asked after my mom hung up. "Oh just Marissa, she's having some computer problems so I told her your dad will head over there to check it out." Is this it? Fuck! "Oh." I replied, barely concealing my excitement. I told my mom I was going to hang out with some friends and left. Cloaking in the middle of the day without causing suspicion was very hard but I had figured some tricks, like parking in a busy mall lot. It would cause me to have some walking but it was always worth it. It took me maybe 30 minutes to walk to her house. I arrived and didn't see my dad's truck outside. I was disappointed but scouted the house. It seemed only Marissa's car was parked in the garage. I entered through an unlocked deck door and walked like a ghost through the house. It was quiet and empty but I was startled when Marissa came out. She strutted down her hallway from the bedroom into the kitchen. She looked like she was preparing herself! She was wearing a tank-top and a dark knee-length skirt that showed off her long legs wonderfully. She looked at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair and putting on makeup. I stood in the hallway, looking at her in fascination and lust. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and I had to quickly move aside silently as she rushed out to the front door. I walked into the bedroom and found a corner to sit in. My heart was racing as I waited in anticipation. I heard the front door open and they started talking. I heard them walk into another room and disappear. Fuck, this won't happen right away the second he gets here. I have to relax and wait. I quietly got up and walked out of the bedroom into the hallway. I looked around the corner and saw my dad on his knees working with some wires behind the computer in the living room. Marissa was standing next to him, her long legs only inches from my dad's face. I watched them for a few minutes as they flirted. I crept back into the bedroom and found my corner. After perhaps ten minutes I heard footsteps in the hallway. They entered the bedroom. My dad had left his work stuff in the living room and his face looked damp with sweat. Marissa's face also look flushed. They both walked into the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed. They turned to each other. "I shouldn't be doing this..." My dad said, looking at Marissa. "I need this." Marissa said in a voice that was dripping with lust. She touched his arms. "I've always thought about this." My dad replied. They moved closer to each other and kissed passionately. I silently adjusted myself to be comfortable. I was going to enjoy this show! Soon passion took over as they sat on the bed, my dad's hands wandered Marissa's waist and hips as she grasped his arms and shoulders. They began to undress, only stopping to admire Marissa's sizeable breasts, beautifully cupped in a white bra. My dad buried his face in her cleavage as she smiled and sighed. "Fuck I've wanted this for years." She said, her eyes closed and a huge smile coming over her face. They both undressed and mounted the bed, passionately kissing and rubbing each other's body. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and I had a raging erection. "In the bottom draw." Marissa suddenly called out. "Huh?" My dad said, lifting himself up to look at her. "Bottom draw!" She said. My dad suddenly got up off the bed and walked towards me. I panicked but stayed still. He didn't notice me and pulled open the bottom draw, his erect penis looking like it was soaked with pre-cum. He rummaged through the draw and found the condom box. I tried not to look towards him and kept focused on the nude Marissa, sprawled out on the bed. The fact that my dad's throbbing manhood was only a few feet from my face made me feel incredibly uncomfortable and guilty. He put the condom on and penetrated her missionary position. Their lips locked in passion as he began thrusting. I pulled myself to my knees to get a better view. My dad was in good shape for a man almost fifty. He kept slim and in shape with weekly gym sessions and runs. He still had a full head of slowly graying black hair and his pale nude body was covered with light patches of black body hair. Marissa's body was even paler. Cellulite covered her thighs and her butt was lumpy but she looked gorgeous. Was it as "pretty" as a real porno? No, but it was far more pleasurable to me. Two married adults in the fit of raw sexual passion. I silently crawled along the wall to get a better view. They were mostly kissing but sometimes they stopped and they just looked into each other's eyes as my dad penetrated her. This went on for a few minutes until I could tell he was nearing his orgasm. Their pale bodies were soaked with sweat as my dad moved faster and faster. Marissa grasped his shoulders hard, her long legs dangling around his lower body. Unsichtbarkeit "God, god." She called out in a low but fervent voice. He moved faster and faster. Tony felt himself coming to orgasm and worked harder and faster. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Here he was, a 44 year old married man with two children, fucking his wife's best friend. And he was loving every second of it. The "itch" he had felt the past week was being rubbed in an incredible way. "God. Fuck." He called out as he had his orgasm. His entire body shuddered in pure pleasure. It was the most incredible sex he had ever experienced. For Marissa it had also been amazing. With each thrust, her body begged for his body to go deeper and deeper. The itch inside her was being scratched by Tony and it was incredible. She lost control and screamed out. I sat in amazed silence. My dad's orgasm had looked like it must have felt incredible. Marissa was underneath him completely exhausted, gently rubbing his shoulders. He pulled out and lay next to her, his still erect penis covered in the condom, glistening with wetness. Marissa pulled the blanket over her nude body and gently rubbed my dad's stomach. "That was the best fuck I've had in ten years." She said. "That was God damn amazing." My dad replied. I crawled out of the room and then got up when I was out of view. I suddenly felt scared for some reason and I jogged out of the house. Back on the street I walked back to my car with my heart and mind racing with thoughts. Had I done something wrong? Was this bad? I had just forced my own father and the mother of a close friend of mine to engage in adultery. Back at home I also thought about this but I found myself incredibly aroused. I went into the bathroom and relieved myself with masturbation. When my dad got home he hugged my mom and kissed her. My dad acted the same in the following days, only Marissa and I knew his secret. To be honest, the sex had excited me but it had also terrified me. I pulled back from anymore "missions" in the near future and hoped things would cool down. Based on what I could understand from the texts in the book, the "Herrschaft" cream lasted only a few weeks, so I guessed that my dad's raging hormones (and Marissa's for that matter) had now calmed down and they would keep the sex a deep secret. I was still fascinated by it and kept thinking back to it. I vividly tried to remember each detail, sometimes finding myself aroused and masturbating to the recollections. I had to see it again. I ventured back to Marissa's house and once again entered it. The doors were locked now so I had to wear my gloves and carefully find a window that had been left unlocked. I entered her bedroom and scoured her underwear once more. I was tempted to steal another pair but controlled myself. I smeared the crotch of a dozen of her panties with the cream, making sure to rub it in with my fingers. At home I did the same to a few of my dad's boxers, obviously less aroused! I knew I was unlikely to catch another easy break like I had before, when I had happened to hear my mom on the phone and knew my dad's movements. I would have to do the detective work. During the week I routinely drove by my dad's office in the middle of the day. His car was always parked in the same spot so I was disappointed but I kept up. I always had another thought on my mind: How could I use my power to make money? I hadn't worked in a few months and only had about $4,000 dollars left in my savings account. I thought about a few different ways to make money. With the power of total invisibility and some minor precautions (like wearing gloves and a mask to prevent my hair or fingerprints from being found at the crime scene) I could be the ultimate thief. The reward seemed good but there were also risks: what would I do with the money or goods after I stole them? What if I got stuck somewhere? What if I hurt somebody else or myself? I spent a few days thinking on this. One night while in bed I opened up the old book I had bought at the bookstore and reread the recipes, after I was done I was about to put it down when I noticed something in the back pages. Two pages looked like they were stuck together so I pushed them apart gently with a pencil tip. My heart was racing when I realized it was another recipe page. This one looked slightly newer than the others and was much more technical. The name of the recipe was worn away but the pictures described it. It showed a man holding a recipe bundle, then swallowing a small piece of it. The next images showed the man looking upon a clock, another image showed him closing his eyes in what looked like concentration. The final image showed the clock, with a totally different time displayed. I was confused and reread the recipe several times before going to bed again. What was this final recipe? The next day I made this recipe. It was a simple one, a small cup with a tiny drop of my blood, a few drops of olive oil and a tiny sprinkling of iron and copper. I mixed the ingredients into a tiny blob and swallowed it. I looked at my clock and thought about it, as I imagined the inner mechanical and electronic components. I had a new awareness suddenly. I could feel the pieces inside. I felt like my mind could move or influence the pieces. The clock read that it was 9:45 PM and with a mere thought I moved the arms to read 1:00, then 12:00. This recipe gave me the power to influence objects. I knew instantly how I could make money: I had to get to Las Vegas. The new excitement drove me to plan my trip right away. I did some research and found out that the limit you could win without having to report income was $1200 dollars. I thought about telling some of my friends to go with me but I decided against it. I told my mom I was going with some friends though. Since I was 22 and could pay for the trip with my own money she only said "Be careful and have fun." I also said good bye to my dad, who was less enthusiastic about me going to gamble away money when I had no job, but I knew he had other things on his mind... That Friday I skipped my last class and drove from my parent's house in Phoenix to Vegas. I booked myself into a small hotel off the strip and went straight to a casino after I was settled in. My first stop was the Luxor. I scouted a few machines and then went into the bathroom. I opened my pocket and swallowed one of the recipes I had prepared earlier. I walked around a few more minutes before I sat at a $1 machine and put in a $20 bill. I played this first bill without trying to "think" about winning, I just used my mind to probe the machine's electronic insides. It is a feeling I can't describe very well in words, you just feel like you are understanding the electronic circuitry with your entire being. I saw the random number generators not as a system of rapidly changing numbers but a line that undulated with each winning attempt. I learned to ride this "wave" and find spots where the machine would stop; these stopping points corresponded to certain winning combinations. I lost my twenty dollars on this first machine but felt comfortable enough to try another for a win. I moved down a few machines to another $1 machine and inserted another $20. I pressed the "MAX BET" button and played a few rolls, getting to learn the waves and lines of this machine. I looked at the payout and decided to go for $800 dollar payout. I pressed the button once more and read the waves. The human mind is much faster and far more all-encompassing than the machine. In the two seconds that the machine was rolling the electronic reels, my mind was thinking about it as if it had hours. I watched the line of continuity and spotted the combination that would active the $800 combination. I concentrated on it and felt it somehow click into position like natural. The machine stopped and started blinking. I had won. I found myself actually excited and relished my victory, hoping to convince any observers that the win had been completely real. Then I thought "why bother?". There was no physical way they could tell I was cheating. I carried no tools or instruments, I had put real money into the machine and it was no-way modified. All I had done was coax the machine to naturally find a combination. A person sitting behind my congratulated me. "Thanks! I guess this is my night!" I replied with a huge smile on my face. I pressed the "CASH OUT" button and took my receipt to the Cash window. The woman smiled and handed me seven $100 bills and ten $10 bills. I smiled back at her and put one of the $10s into the tip box. "Thank you sweetie." The woman said. I walked out there with a huge smirk on my face. I was unstoppable but I knew I had to be careful. Before the night was over I had played at three other casinos and garnered another $3200 dollars. Back at my hotel room I put all the money on my bed: $3900 in one night. I slept that night like a rock. The next day I took $200 bucks and played naturally, losing most of it. I felt I would attract less notice if I limited my winnings and lost real money. I would lose $60 dollars on three machines, win $400 on the fourth and then lose $50 on the fifth. Saturday winnings: $4900. I called my parents and told them I won "five grand" on slots. They were amazed but told me "Lock some in your car and don't gamble it all away! You need that money to pay for gas and car insurance!" Before I left Sunday I played a few more machines and ended up with $2000. I drove back to Phoenix with $10,000 dollars and had not attracted any attention. I showed my parents half of the money and hid the other half in my room. The next week went by normally until Thursday. I was in my room that night studying when I heard screaming and yelling. I was confused and quietly walked down the hallway. My mom was crying and screaming at my dad. "Everything OK?" I asked. "Go back to your fucking room!" My dad yelled. I wanted to curse back at him but I turned around and went back. I was tempted to cloak myself and listen to the argument but I decided against it. Two days later my mom came into my room and sat on my bed. "We have to talk honey." She said. "Alrite." "Your dad and I are... going to split up...." What the fuck! I thought. What the hell brought this on, I thought it was a perfect marriage. No. No. Was it? Did she find out about him and Marissa. I also thought, in a panic. "Why." I replied. "Its complicated but this is best honey." She said, hugging me and leaving, tears in her eyes. My heart sank at the thought that I had caused this. My dad left to stay in a hotel as the divorce went through. My sister was devastated and seemed to side with my mom. I knew about the affair because I had caused it but I didn't know if that was the reason. Later my sister told me that it had been the reason and I feigned shock and disbelief. I had secretly been the reason behind my parent's divorce. I felt sick and humiliated. My sexual fetishes had driven me to destroy my parent's relationship. I felt dirty and thought about throwing away all of the recipes but I couldn't, the power was too great. I didn't use my powers for the next two months. My parent's divorce was quick but they hated each other now (and my sister hated my dad). By summer I was back home and my parents were selling the house and splitting the profit. I technically was now homeless so I found a job at a local electronics store and moved in with a friend. I hadn't used any of the recipes in quite some time. My parents stayed in the Phoenix area; my mom moving into a condo and my dad renting an apartment in a nice part of town. I needed a change. "Hey Mom, I'm heading to Vegas again for a weekend." "Are you sure you can afford this?" "Yeah, its all good." "OK, please stay safe baby." She replied, clearly disinterested but still concerned. I needed an escape, so I put some clothes into a suitcase and drove to Vegas once more. I stayed in a Casino this time (Imperial Palace) and got a Players Card. I was planning to win big so I spent roughly $500 or so in losing games before I played out how I was going to hit a huge jackpot. A giant jackpot would require meeting with casino officials and filling out paperwork for taxes so I had to cover all of my tracks. I walked into the Bellagio and eyed a few machines in the high roller room. Before that I played some $10 machines. On the last one I activated the winning roll for a $9000 payout. The machine stopped and started blinking. People around me gathered and congratulated me as I, somewhat genuinely shocked, breathed heavily and acted as best I could. "Jesus Christ." I said, over and over again. "Woah, congratulations!" An older man said, patting me on my back. Two casino attendants came over and congratulated me; they brought me to an office to fill out some paperwork. "I still can't believe this is happening." I said in the office, filling out an income tax paper. "I hope you have a Players Card?" The attendant replied, smiling. "Got one just tonight." "Excellent, a Card makes all this so much easier! Do you play slots often?" "Yeah, I honestly like this better than the cards. Especially after tonight!" The attendants laughed and a third entered the room. "Well our guys were looking at the machine and the motherboard and it looks like it was all working good. We can deduct the IRS bit here tonight and give it to you as cash, a voucher or as a cheque." "Uhh, I guess I'll take three thousand as a voucher and the rest as a cheque." "Sounds good, I'll get the paperwork." One of the attendants said, leaving the room for a moment. "Well we hope you keep playing here. Can we get you a room for a few hours rest? Have you had dinner yet?" "To be honest I'd like to play some of the high roller machines but yeah, I'm pretty hungry also." I said smiling. "Awesome, I can take you over there and then get you a free voucher for meal tonight, how does that that sound?" "Sounds good." I replied, smiling and wiping the light sweat off my face randomly, trying to come off as "shocked" as best as possible. Based on what I saw of the attendants, they were buying 100% of it. The attendant took me to the high rollers room and got me a bottle of water. "I'll be right back with that dinner voucher, good luck and come to the Guest desk if you need anything OK?" The attendant said, smiling wide. There were six $500 dollar machines and I stood in front of them. Another casino attendant, an older man in a suit, came forward and talked to me. "Looking to play one of these?" He asked, smiling "Yeah, I won nine grand on another machine and just got the paperwork done on that. I'd love to throw a few spins in these boys before I leave." "Gotta play money to win money." He joked. "Definitely, which one you think I should try." I asked. "Oh I don't know, that's up to you I guess. Whichever one looks lucky to you!" He replied, smiling and laughing for a moment. "The one at the end hasn't been touched in a while." He added, nodding to a machine. We both walked towards it. I pulled out my voucher and inserted it. When the attendant saw the voucher he perked up abit and paid more attention to me. He knows I am the real deal. "Good luck, go for that Maximum Bet." "Definitely, only way to win." I replied, pressing the "MAX BET" button. The first roll won nothing. "Damn." I said, sitting back in the chair, trying to look like I was seriously contemplating leaving. "You have enough for one more Maximum Bet. Total payout is alittle over a million." He said. "I guess I was prepared to lose money from the start anyways." "I hope you cashed some of that earlier winning right? That is the real way to make money on these machines." "Yeah I told them to send four grand or so to me as a cheque." I looked at the machine for another moment or so before I quickly pressed the button again. Lights blinked, sounds blared and the old man was almost on the floor with shock as the reels stopped on the maximum payout. "Holy fucking shit. Shit!" I yelled. "Jesus Christ!" The man said. I felt true excitement and was shaking. I stood up. "Stay here, please stay. We have to get some people over here! You sir are one lucky man tonight!" The man said, grabbing my shoulders playfully. "I think I might throw up." I said in a shaky voice. "Sit down and relax, sit, sip some water." He replied. The high roller slots were in a closed off part of the casino so only a few other players came over to congratulate me. An older woman and her friends hugged me and made quite a ruckus. The casino attendants and the floor manager came over. "I'll be damned, you won again!" One of the attendants from earlier yelled, her face in shock. A few people shook my hand and hugged me. "Well we have to do that process all over again!" "That's ok, its ok, I need to sit down I think." I replied, still shaking and rubbing my face and head. They took me back into an office once more and I filled out the paper work, this time they made me wait almost an hour before the floor manager came back in. "Well sir we took that machine apart twice and checked our computers. We even looked at the tapes and it is a genuine, honest to God, win. On behalf of the MGM Mirage Company I congratulate you and hope you stay with us longer. I'm going to offer you a room for tonight and tomorrow night, four meal vouchers and a MGM Black Players card." He said, shaking my hand and handing me back my driver's license and some paperwork. I was hit with a 37% tax but cashed out with $942,000 dollars. I was still shaking when I walked up to the free room they had given me. I nervously called my mom and told her what had happened. She was speechless and couldn't believe it. She was so shocked that she called my dad to tell him. A half hour later he called me and we talked about it for almost an hour. "Well things just got a lot easier for you. Listen to me and be smart with that money." He said in a serious tone. My grandmother and uncle even called me that night, all congratulating me and asking what I was going to do with the money. I honestly had no idea and told them I would "pay off all my bills and college". The next morning I was awakened by a knock at the room door. It was a casino attendant telling me about some poker tournaments that were scheduled for later in the day. "Nah, I'm a total slots guy after last night." I replied. An hour later or so another casino representative came to my room and personally told me about the casino's many luxury accommodations and how my new Players Card would work. It was clear they wanted me to stay so they could win back some of the money they had lost last night. By afternoon my friends I heard about it and called me. They were excited and in states of disbelief. I cashed in my meal vouchers for some food and played some more, not winning anything other than a $200 payout. Back home I felt like a new life had dawned on me. I moved out of my friend's apartment and within a week was closing on a $400,000 home in a high-end part of the city. The house was a 5bed, 3bath luxury home with a three car garage and a backyard swimming pool. I bought some nice furniture, three HD plasma TVs and even a new computer. I put the rest of the money into a savings account and put about $280,000 into a laddered high-yield CD. I also paid off all my bills and bought some new clothes. I felt like a God. Strangely enough, after a few weeks my new life seemed normal. I met with my parents for dinner on separate nights and they both told me the same things "save the money", "don't spend it all", "make sure to put away some for the future" etc... Unsichtbarkeit But I found myself becoming sexually intrigued by them once more. They were both now divorced and I finally came to the realization of that. The huge Vegas win had made me forgot about that for some time. I wondered what they are up to as singles. The end of the summer came and I enrolled back in classes, not bothering to find a job. I made sure to pay all of the taxes on my money and decided to live off my saved income for a while before decided what to do next. By October I was feeling horny and had to play with the two other recipes once more. My mind was filled with plans I could do, I wanted to see my mom with other men and my dad with other women but I also wanted to see Marissa in action once more. I talked to my sister and found out that Marissa and her husband had also divorced. She was living in their house and her husband had moved to Texas with their son. I reconnoitered her house a few times at night. A lot of stuff had been moved out and she seemed to be drinking more than usual. I would get vengeance for my mom I decided, fully knowing I had caused the divorce in the first place. I decided first to get her fired from her job. I stole some laptops from her job (she worked at an accounting office) and hid them in her car and in her basement. I then put one of the laptop cables under her desk. It didn't take long but I couldn't see much of the details as I had started classes once again. One night while observing her in her house I saw her having an emotional breakdown, she was crying and drinking. By the end of the month she had moved out into a small one bedroom apartment in a bad part of Phoenix. I wasn't finished though. When I had time I scouted her apartment and found it was on the second floor on one of the outer buildings. There was only one entrance and she kept it locked all the time so I had to find another way to get in. There was a small balcony with a sliding door that overlooked the exterior side of the building. I watched her leave for work and tried my entry. I stood on top of a service box for the sprinkler system and found that I could reach my hands to her balcony. This would not work so I had to find a small plastic stepstool that I could hold while cloaking. This invisible ladder would allow me to climb on top of the service box and reach her balcony. I attempted this feat one day when she was at work and finally pulled myself onto her balcony. I was grateful to find the balcony sliding door unlocked and I jammed a small stick into the locking mechanism to prevent it from fully locking. I carefully walked around inside her apartment, examining her drawers. I found she had bought some "sexier" panties and even had a small vibrator hidden under her bed. Clearly her sex drive had accelerated since her divorce. After snooping around for another few minutes I left. Back home I planned my next course of action. Seeding her with the potion would be very easy but finding a suitable male to seed would be difficult. I would need to find a man she had contact with so that both of them could sense the cream and have their lust ignited. Her work and her apartment would give me the best options. Thinking about my plan with Marissa I also found myself thinking about my parents. It was almost four months since the divorce and they both seemed to be going on with their lives. I began to formulate some ideas about missions involving them. I found myself caring less about school as I immersed myself into the world of cloaking; I was also slowly drifting from my friends. I saw less and less of them with each passing week and I felt they were beginning to resent my wealth and aloofness. The raw sexual pleasure I gained from cloaking was too much and I cared little about the ending of my friendships. I decided to focus on some of Marissa's neighbors in the apartments. About three-quarters were Hispanics with the remaining quarter mainly older whites. One night while canvassing the apartment block I came across the gym in the center of the complex, much to my surprise Marissa was in there on an exercise bike. She was wearing tight black pants and a tank-top. She was leisurely peddling with her headphones on. I sat watching her buttocks for several minutes before another person came in. A Hispanic man in his early 30s or so had come in. He was about my height but very physically fit. His arms, shoulders and chest were sculpted and looked like solid muscle. He had tanned skin and short black hair. He gave Marissa a glance as he walked in, she didn't notice him. He stretched a bit and starting doing some free weights. I waited a few more minutes and observed him check out Marissa from behind. After Marissa was done she got up and looked over at him, smiling. He smiled back. I knew instantly I had found Marissa's new man. What better way to celebrate a divorce than a young and fit Latino? I would take my time with this mission. Using a small amount of the cream first to spark interest and then increasing the dosage to initiate sexual contact. I wanted to watch this affair steadily, enjoying every moment. The next day when she was at work I entered her apartment and smeared a tiny amount of the cream in her workout tights, focusing on the crotch and buttocks area. I didn't know where the man lived so I would have to get to him at the gym. I scouted her apartment over the next week and was disappointed to find that she didn't workout on the usual Tuesday and Thursday nights. I was disappointed when I got home and decided to spend some money to feel better. I spent roughly $1100 dollars to get a high-end Sony digital camcorder and two 16GB memory cards. I hoped to record my missions for future viewings. Tuesday night I made my way to Marissa's apartment complex. I parked my car in one of the visitor spots and cloaked. To my luck I found Marissa at the gym already, sitting on the exercise bike with her headphones on. The Hispanic man was not there so I sat on the weight bench and watched her for a few minutes, figuring I would leave if he didn't show. Her tight purple workout pants made her long legs look gorgeous as they pumped away on the machine. I was sure the tight pants were pressing against her genitals with each pump of her legs, feeding the cream into her body. The tight pants even made her flat butt looks nice. I waited for about ten minutes before I got up to leave. As I left I heard the other gym door open. It was the guy I was waiting for. He was wearing white shorts and a baggy t-shirt that showed off his very impressive arms. He put his stuff down on the weight bench and gave Marissa a few quick looks before picking up some weights and starting his routine. He sat looking at mirror that was to Marissa's left but occasionally he would glance over his should to give her body a look. I sat down in a corner and waited. About fifteen minutes later Marissa got up from the machine and walked over to her stuff. The man eyed her one more time before continuing his workout, after he finished his set he got up suddenly. Marissa was putting on her workout jacket and turned towards him, smiling for a moment. "How's it going." The man said, nodding his head in greeting. "Hi, not bad." Marissa replied, smiling. "My name is Rob." He said. "Oh, I'm Marissa." She replied, smiling once again. "Nice, nice. How long you been living here?" Rob asked, returning the smile. "Oh only a few months." "Cool, it not a bad place. Cheap." He replied, nodding his head. "Yeah definitely. I just got divorced and I couldn't be spending much." That is her signal to him. I thought to myself, feeling the excitement grow in my stomach. They talked for a few more minutes mainly about working out, the topic turned to Rob's physique. "Look at you, your huge!" Marissa said, playfully touching his arm. They both smiled. "Eh, just a long time of hitting the gym. Do you work your upper body?" He asked. "Nah I just ride the bike." "I can help you with making a program if you want." He said. "Really? That would be great." They exchanged numbers and left. I was very excited. I spent the rest of the week trying to figure out how to arrange the meeting between my dad and Jessica. I also practiced with my new camera and found the results very satisfying. The quality was very good and the camera was small enough for me to easily carry around when cloaked. Later in that week I was still trying to figure out how to make my dad and Jessica meet face-to-face. Jessica worked as a nurse so maybe I could get my father to go to the clinical she worked? It was a dental surgery clinical so that would be hard. Frustrated by this problem I busied myself by researching the new car I wanted to buy: a Mercedes S550 sedan. The price with all the options I wanted was $114,000. Money didn't mean much to me anymore, considering I had to power to win slot machines at will. The next day I slept late and left around 2PM to reconnoiter my dad's apartment. I had visited there before and I knew he would be at home. It was on the first floor and I easily entered through his small outside deck. It was a nice two bedroom apartment. My dad was using the large bedroom as his "master" bedroom and the other had a smaller bed and his computer in it. I casually looked around and marked his boxers heavily with thick dabs of the same cream I had used for Jessica Durand's panties. I was still unsure how I would make them meet though. I went back home and researched the Mercedes more, trying to decide on what color combination I wanted. Tony Piaggio pulled on his boxers the next morning, getting ready for work. Why are they wet? He thought to himself for a moment. Hmm, some shower water must have gotten on to them. Later at work, he casually sat in his office chair, replying to some emails on his laptop. He found himself with an erection. Jesus, not again. I am really "active" lately with these. He squirmed in his chair and tried to focus on his work. After fifteen minutes he still had the erection. Come on, enough of this shit. I have to get up and print stuff out. His penis was not only rock hard but it felt warm and strange. It felt like there was something irritating the inside of his penis, the feeling was a strange mix of pain and pleasure. Tony could no longer ignore it and got up and briskly walked to the restroom on the other side of the office, hoping that nobody saw the noticeable bulge in his pants. He sat in a stall and locked the door. He dropped his pants and saw his throbbing red member. Come on with this, I am very happy it works this good at my age but I can't be dealing with this. The feeling reminded him of the feeling he had felt when he had the affair with Marissa. He gripped his penis hard with his hand; a shock of pleasure went up his body. Almost without thinking Tony began to masturbate. After what seemed like an eternity he finally reached orgasm. Holy shit. He thought to himself as he gasped and ejaculated. The orgasm was powerful and plentiful, semen flowing freely over his hand into the toilet water below. God damn with these amazing orgasms. He cleaned himself up and went back into his office. Later that night at home Tony found himself once again with an erection. He had been watching TV and installing some new programs on his laptop. He went into his bedroom, closed all the shades and took his clothes off. His penis was once again throbbing like it had been earlier today. Tony felt himself overcome with lust and lay on his bed in the nude, his laptop next to him. He thought for a minute or so about what he should masturbate with. He opened his internet browser and searched on Google for "Lindsay Lohan bikini". He found a site with a gallery of alluring pictures and was soon masturbating. "Fuck." Tony called out as his orgasm exploded. A large amount of semen shot up a few inches from his penis and landed on his naked stomach. He put the laptop down and lay on his back in the nude for a few minutes. The ceiling fan cooled his body as the wet spots of semen felt warm on him. Jesus Christ I have never had orgasms like this. What is happening? That night Jessica Durand was also in an "excitable' mood. She lay on her bed, her legs tightly wrapped around her husband's torso as they had sex. The couple had sex a few times a month but the past week Jessica had been especially horny. Her husband kissed her neck and playfully nibbled her ear as he penetrated her. Jessica's orgasm was noticeable and she gasped as she squeezed her insides around her husband's erect member. It felt good but she wanted more. That Saturday I went to the Mercedes dealership to get my car. The salesman was skeptical and almost dismissive of me at first but after they ran a quick credit check he became friendly and welcoming, even offering me a soda from the dealership's waiting room. I told him bluntly what I was looking for: "Black S550, black premium leather, premium 3 package, Distronic plus package, AMG sport bodykit, active body control and the power rear window sunshades." Total price? $110,575. They didn't have a car with those options in stock so I left a $5,000 down payment and signed some paperwork. The car would be delivered next Wednesday and they would personally drop it off at my house. I returned home excited for my new car. I can't even describe the feeling to be honest. I felt wonderful. I called up a few of my friends and they call came over. We hung out in my backyard, drank a few beers and smoked cigars. Around midnight they all left. Wednesday morning the car was dropped off around mid-day. I called my friends and we all drove around the Phoenix area for an hour or so before stopping to eat. The car was beautiful and I loved it. I had dinner that night with my mom. We talked mainly about me going back to school. She mentioned my near car and congratulated me on it but also told me to "save wisely". I was tempted to divert the conversation to her dating life but I couldn't get the courage. She did tell me that she had been going to the gym for the past month or so and that she was looking for a new job. Going to the gym eh? Trying to get back into a shape for dating. I thought to myself, feeling some excitement in my stomach. But could I really do that? Could I really use my powers to watch my mom having sex with a man who was not my father? I can not lie, the thought excited me greatly but it also just seemed so wrong. I would have to think about this. That night I couldn't fall asleep, my mind was racing about the situation with my mom. On one hand I couldn't even imagine the sexual pleasure I would receive from watching her with a man but I also felt intensely guilty that I would even contemplate such an act. In the end my hormones won out. I would do it. I had already caused the divorce and there wasn't much more left of the family's integrity. Nobody would know about their sex lives for the most part. This was a pleasure I could indulge in without seeking to further damage the already blackened family name. I was the ultimate voyeur. I had always been. My new powers allowed me to full indulge this, my most satisfying fantasy. I had no interest in going after sexual conquests of my own. For better or for worse, I was living sexually through others. Tony's horniness continued and he knew he had to get back out on the dating market. He hadn't taken a woman out on a date since the days before marriage so he felt uncomfortable but knew he would feel better once he was seeing a woman once again. He had been masturbating so much in the past week that he had a sore on his penis. Galleries of older women (and his favorite celeb cutie: Lindsay Lohan) were his main sources of masturbation material.