Faith Calloway, President of the Westhills Students for Christ, Vice-president of the Westhills True Love Waits campaign, and honor roll student, watched with horror as Trista, the only decent girl on the cheerleading squad (although she'd been awfully strange lately) walked headlong into an open locker door. Jarred loose by the impact, a dark tube flew out of Trista's hand and nailed Faith square in the face.
Three things happened following the impact:
1. Time halted around Faith
2. Faith's modest chest expanded to fill up her white blouse.
3. Faith started to feel really funny.
"Ow. What was that?"
Faith hunkered down on her knees to pick up the projectile,
not noticing the dead silence and complete lack of motion around her. She grabs
hold of the black rod, a TV remote from the looks of it, and looks at it more
closely.
Then she remembered something that one of the other girls told her: if Trista
ever pointed a black thing at her she should duck and run away fast. This
looked like it could be the mysterious black thing.
Straightening up her pain and anger at her misfortune started to fade and she started to notice other things. 'Feel kinda tingly, but kinda good.' She looked down at her chest, the source of some of the tingly feeling, and noticed with shame that her nipples were quite visible.
'Wow. Is it cold in here?' she wondered as she pulled on her jacket. Then she shouved the nice sensation to the back of her mind and took a better look at the remote control. It wasn't for a TV - the buttons are all wrong - and if this was the thing that Trista'd been using on people it'd be a good idea to keep it away from her. She started to walk towards where Trista had fallen when she noticed two more things:
1. Tommy was certainly looking good today.
2. Trista never hit the floor.
Trista lay sprawled out floating in the air. She looked like she was falling backwards still, but she'd stopped moving.
'What on earth? No one is moving. The clock on the library wall isn't even moving and it's so quiet."
She looked again at the remote control.
"Is this God's remote control?" she asked herself."What He used to watch us? Did it mean that we really were just entertainment for God? No there had to be some rational explanation for this. God didn't need a machine to do things."
"God's, well, God."
Faith put down the remote and lowered Trista to the ground, accidentally kneeling on the button labeled MC.
"Gee Trista, I hope that fall didn't hurt you and knocked some sense back into you. You are such a nice girl, usually."
To keep the strange device out of Trista's hands, Faith picked the remote back up and walked off down the hall puzzling out the buttons in order to figure out how to start time back up again. There was no play button or anything like it, but there was a button with a clock on it so she pushed it.
And time moves.
'Whew. No more playing with this thing. Only God should have this kind of power, but what should I do with it? Take it to church and give it to Father Tanner? It'd be safe with him I bet, but I kinda want to know what it can do and for that I need a scientist. The good science students all laugh at me because of the time I told them evolution was wrong. Except for Rick - he never laughed.'
Faith scurried through the halls trying to decide what to do with the remote - the fun thing or the right thing - and clutching it close to her chest hidden away from sight when someone came racing around the corner and knocked her to the ground.
"Sorry," yelled the vanishing figure as Faith lay on the ground with her hips wiggling strangely. Now she felt really funny. She wanted something. She was all empty and hungry and confused. It was like watching a Brad Pitt movie but a lot, lot stronger.
It was the remote!
"Oh no! I hit one of the buttons. Oh no. No no no. Which one?"
Faith picked herself up off the floor and onto shaky legs and, now that damage has been done, knew that she had to take the remote to Rick. Father Tanner wouldn't be able to help her undo whatever the remote did, so she starts taking stumbling steps and peered around with her glazed over eyes. She shook her head to force her brain to clear, but it didn't work. Everything felt so fuzzy and the way her clothes rubbed against her body made her smile. It all felt so good, but frustrating. She wanted something and doesn't know what, but her body sure does It was telling her she needed a boy to help her. Rick could help her.
Faith headed up to the science labs on the top floor hoping that Rick was still at school working on something, but first she stopped off at the bathroom because something was happening down there. Maybe she just needed to go. Maybe she' was just a little sick. At the very least she needed to adjust her bra - it'd been killing her for the last couple of minutes.
Nothing happens on the toilette, but she wiped up anyway because she was feeling kind of icky. That brought a jolt of something and her hand instinctively wiped again and again. In horror she understood what her body was telling her, but then locked it away. Only sluts did stuff like that, felt themselves like that, so this had to be something different. Faith forced herself to stop wiping and dealt with her bra.
It wouldn't fit right no matter what she did so, red in the face, she took it off, stuffed it in her knapsack and to disguise the fact that she was now braless she zipped up her jacket. Now as she moved the rubbing of her soft blouse and the tightness of her jacket felt almost as good as the wiping. She just couldn't win.
More frustrated than ever she went looking for a boy - Rick, but it felt increasingly like any boy could help her out.
"Rick? Help."
As he turned around Rick was greeted with a sight he would never forget:
Faith Calloway in her extra demure version of a catholic school girl outfit
flushed and totally glassy eyed. One hand a fist that clutched something at her
side and the other hand kept sliding towards the waistband of her skirt.
"Help me Rick," she gasped as she jerked her roaming hand away from her dress, but as she did so her upper body started to sway to rub her breasts against her downy jacket.
Rick stared, stunned, at this unbelievably horny vision of teen innocence while Faith mastered her upper body and held out a TV remote control.
"It's... It's doing... Things..." Her voice faded out as her eyes widened in shock at the sight of the growing bulge in Rick's pants.
They both gulped.
Rick dropped off of the lab stool and straightened his pants praying for some concealment, but it was hopeless as he watched Faith's free hand disappear into her dress before jerking back again, fingertips slightly moist.
"Uh... If this thing's doing stuff to you maybe I shouldn't touch it." In the name of science, that's what he's told himself anyway, he took the remote and looked at it. "Other than the obvious what's it done. Faith?"
Faith dragged her eyes off of Rick's crotch and tried to kill the goofy smile on her face. "W-weird stuff. Makes me feel funny. Can't think straight. Time stopped." Her eyes drifted down again as her hands slipped back towards her dress.
"Time stopped?" Clock button. Pointing the remote at Faith a LCD
display between a + and a - button read 80%. Rick pressed the plus button and Faith's
hands flew under her dress as her head rolled back. The display now read 90%.
In front of him was a girl so sheltered that she hadn't a clue what was wrong with her. She was so turned on that he could get her to do anything and she wouldn't even want to stop him. His buddy Jim wouldn't think twice about what to do next, but Rick was more into the science behind things. The art, the craft, the big tits.
He'd have killed for a man page.
'A button with a picture of a brain labeled MC - Mind control? No way!
BE? SCORE! PE? I'll test that on someone else first, thanks. Where's Jim when I
need him?
The plus and minus buttons here are obviously arousal.
Age... DUH
IO... No idea.'
As his eyes skimmed down the remote he noticed something - the remote was too small for the number of buttons on it. The buttons were all fairly large, easy to hit with a thumb, and all had logos on them, but of the 40 or so buttons, none seemed to have anything to do with help.
Rick had a pretty good idea of what was going on now and he really wanted to keep this thing for more studies so he slid Faith's arousal down to about 60%, still a good 50% above anything Faith was used to, and pulled Faith's hands out from under her skirt. Some moist towellette work later and Faith was looking almost normal again.
'Here's hoping this does verbal input.' Rick thought as he hit the MC button.
"Faith. You trust Rick. He is a good friend. You will tell him where this
remote came from. Uh..." Rick glanced around nervously. "andrickisreallygoodlooking.you'ddatehim."
Standing almost back where he was originally Rick restarted time.
Faith felt the heat and tension that had been overpowering her mind flood right out of her body. Most of it anyway. She could still feel her body tingling, but not so strongly that it was forcing her to misbehave. Now she just feels warm and tingly and good. Really good when she looked at Rick. He was cute.
'I wonder if my parents would let me date him?' She sighed happily then tried to remember what it was that Rick had just asked.
The mindless lust was gone from Faith's eyes, but she still looked flushed and Rick twitched at the gasp of breath she drew when she met his eyes. The sigh she made as he asked her where the remote came from made his cock jerk. A quick look at the remote showed he's 37% aroused and climbing. At 60% Faith must have still been going nuts.
"Where did you get the remote from Faith?"
"T-trista dropped it. I think it's what she's been using to pull p-pranks on people," Faith replied; her body started to lean forward and back again increasing the pleasant feel of her tingling nipples as they pressed against her blouse. 'Rick won't mind,' she thought. 'Hes a friend and won't do anything. I can trust him. Besides, boys like breasts.'
Rick almost moaned as Faith unzipped her jacket to reveal her braless breasts in their too small shirt and the rock hard nipples that poked through. Faith began to sway again and Rick swallowed.
"Uh Faith... This here button stops time and this button changes people's age. This button is what was making you feel funny earlier - it makes people horny."
"T-that was horny? You mean I wanted to have sex?"
"Sex or something like it. Don't you pay attention in sex ed?"
"No. I have permission to skip those classes. That sort of thing has no place in school." As she spoke Faith's mind started to imagine all the things she's heard about sex. 'All those times I was actually horny! I thought it was supposed to be bad! They don't seem so bad right now. Especially if Rick did them - he's a friend. He wouldn't do anything wrong. And he's sooo cute.'
"Oh Kay... Well this button I don't know what it does and I'm sort of scared to try it out. But I think that BE gives girls big breasts."
"Really?" Boys, especially Rick and Jim, liked big breasts she'd heard. 'Rick's barely be able to take his eyes off mine right now. Maybe he'd ask me out if they were bigger! Oooohhh. There was a PE button too! In the change room the girls said it was better when they were big!'
"You only think it does?" Faith asked, smiling. "Try it out on me. You like big breasts, right? Use it on me!"
Rick smiled and his boner almost leapt out of his pants "You sure Faith? It could be dangerous."
"I trust you Rick. You're a friend. Do it."
Rick watched in ecstasy as Bs became Cs, C,s became Ds, buttons popped revealing cleavage that no schoolgirl should have, DDs pushed the blouse out of the way entirely and Rick finally stopped because he'd cream his pants if he didn't.
His arousal had caught up with Faith's starting point and Faith was well into that glassy stare again.
She understood what the girls meant by getting wet now. She was no slut, but she certainly understood. Her whole body was tingling like it was earlier especially between the legs. Her breasts were huge - they pushed out of her chest, they wrecked her blouse and they felt sooooo good.
'Rick can't take his eyes off of them. He'll ask for a date for sure now. Maybe he'll even kiss me!'
Rick was beyond asking for a date. Faith Calloway the President of the Westhills Students for Christ, Vice-president of the Westhills True Love Waits campaign, and fellow honor roll student; was standing in front of him caressing bare tits that were somewhere past DD, her lips pursed into a kiss like...
'This is the best day of my life' both Rick and Faith thought as their lips met. They got it totally wrong on the first few attempts - the pornos that Rick was educated off of generally didn't spend much time on kissing and Faith hadn't been exposed to anything much more erotic than The Sound of Music. Fortunately the basics of kissing were pretty easy to work out even for socially inhibited honour roll students.
When they did come up for air Faith looked almost embarrassed at what she'd done, but any protest or regret was quickly silenced as Rick's hands started to manipulate her oversized and oversensitive breasts. Faith's entire upbringing was shouting "Wrong! This is wrong", but Rick's bit of earlier mind control shouted back "I can trust Rick. A friend wouldn't do anything wrong" and Faith's body was incoherently screaming out stuff like "So good!", "Yes!", "Oooooh!" and "Take me!" so the upbringing got yelled into silence very quickly.
Faith felt another twinge of guilt when she realized that she was sitting in Rick's lap on a lab table and she'd just wrapped her legs around Rick's waist. Something hard was pushing up against her panties. Then, pretty much by itself, her body leaned back and started throbbing with joy as Rick sucked on a nipple.
Neither noticed the janitor as he took a peek in while sweeping his way down the hallway. Nor did they hear the muttered "Crazy kids. Better clean up when they're done."
First her hips started moving by themselves. It felt so good that she didn't want to stop it. Her legs contracted and relaxed, Rick started to thrust against her and the hardness in his pants, Faith's not as stupid as to not know what it was, started to actively rub against her. It all felt so wonderful. Suddenly she couldn't control it any more. She had to move. She had to shout. Everything had to move. Rick had stopped and was holding her almost sheepishly as her body twisted and everything went white.
'White. Such a virginal colour. A nice colour,' thought Faith as she returned from heaven. "There was nothing wrong at all about that.'
She and Rick looked at each other for a while, then Rick kissed her again, but rather than exploding into passion again it just felt pleasant. But if he did it a few more times, that would be another story.
Rick asked, probably a little late, "Uhm. You want to go see a movie on Saturday?"
"Yes," sighed Faith before she decided she liked the explosion of passion and wouldn't mind another one or two and kissed Rick. Then she picked up the remote.
"Trista had the wrong idea 'bout how to use this thing," mumbled Faith as she raised the remote to smash it on the table.
Quickly Rick grabbed her arm. "Wait! We still need that! At the very least we might need it to convince your parents to buy you a new wardrobe to cover your, uh, those. And think of all the good we could do! All the experiments we could perform with that!"
"You're right," said Faith as she leaned back to get a clear shot, leveled the remote at Rick and hit PE.