Faith Calloway (President of the Westhills Students for Christ, Vice-president of the Westhills True Love Waits campaign, honor roll student, and, although this was not formally acknowledged anywhere, the most sexually frustrating girl at Westhills High) watched with horror as Trista—the only decent girl on the cheerleading squad, although she’d been acting awfully strange lately—rushed headfirst into an opening locker door. Jarred loose by the impact, a dark tube flew out of Trista’s hand, spun wildly in the air, and smacked Faith square in the face.
Then absolutely nothing happened all at once, or perhaps it was still everything happening all at once, but no one could tell because that “once” didn’t end the way it should have. Faith couldn’t tell that time stood still, she hadn’t even noticed that little detail yet. She had other concerns. However, had time been flowing normally and had anyone else been able to watch what happened in the few “non-moments” after the black object bounced off of Faith’s head, they would have noticed a few interesting differences in Faith.
For example, the not time-frozen observer would have seen Faith’s attractive, but under-emphasized breasts take on a great deal more emphasis by quickly doubling in size and straining the buttons on her white blouse. They also would have noticed the blush spreading across her face and very possibly her nipples making cute and eye catching “out dentations” in the otherwise taut blouse. It would have been harder to notice the tongue sliding across her suddenly dry lips, as that as that arousing, but innocent, gesture was hidden behind her arm.
“Ow!” she said, rubbing her forehead and wondering about the unfamiliar, but pleasant, tingling sensations running throughout her body. “What was that?”
Faith hunkered down on her knees to pick up the projectile, still not giving any weight to the dead silence and complete lack of motion around her. She grabbed hold of the black rod, a TV remote, and looked at it more closely, puzzlement playing across her attractive, flushed face.
What was Trista doing with a TV remote at school? Faith’s mind cast about, looking for a logical answer before she remembered something that one of the other girls told her. Clarisse had said that 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 began to fade, and she started to pay more attention to the other things going on inside her. Feel kinda tingly, but a good kind of tingly. She looked down at her chest, the source of no small part of the lovely tingling, and noticed with shame that her nipples were not only visible, but jutting obscenely through her suddenly too tight bra and her no longer quite so demure-looking shirt.
Wow. Is it cold in here? I don’t really feel cold, more hot than anything else. Am I coming down with a fever? she wondered as she pulled her jacket out of her locker and put it on to conceal her tasteless display. Good thing my parents didn’t see the way I dressed this morning. I’d never hear the end of it. What was I thinking, parading around all day like this? I can’t believe that I still have anything old enough to be this small left in my closet.
Then she shoved the discomfort about her appearance, not to mention the odd but the nice sensations, to the back of her mind and took a better look at the remote control. Despite her first quick inspection, it wasn’t for a TV—the buttons were all wrong—it must have been for something else.
If this was the thing that Trista’s been using on people it’d be a good idea to keep it away from her. Finally really looking outwards again and paying attention to what was going on around her, Faith stopped dead still with shock. What on earth? It’s so quiet, and no one is moving. The clock on the library wall isn’t even moving. It’s like time is standing still!
She started to walk towards where Trista had fallen when she noticed a couple more things. One was that Tommy certainly looked good today. He always sort of looked nice, but he wasn’t her type. Do I really have a type? Sure, I like guys, I think, but I’ve never really given much thought to what kind of guys. Why am I thinking about this now?
The other important thing Faith noticed was that Trista lay sprawled out, floating in the air. She looked like she was falling backwards still, but she’d never really hit the floor. Wow. Time really has stopped!
She looked again at the remote control in her hand. “How? Is this God’s remote control?” she asked. Faith looking around, feeling uncomfortable because every time she brought up God at school, the rest of the students either ignored her or made fun of her. She’d learned quickly to tread lightly around the school when it came to religion, but she’d scared off a lot of potential friends with her early vocal fervor.
Is this what He uses to watch us? Are we really just entertainment for God? No, there has to be some rational explanation for this. God doesn’t need a machine to do things. God’s, well ... God.
Faith put down the remote and lowered Trista safely to the ground, accidentally kneeling on the remote and pressing the button labeled MC before it slid out from under her.
“Gee, Trista, I hope that locker didn’t hurt you and maybe knocked some sense back into you. You’re such a nice girl, usually.” Faith picked the magic remote back up again. “All the same, I don’t think you should have this anymore; you’ve caused nothing but trouble with it.”
Faith got up, brushed the dust off her skirt, and walked off down the hall, trying to puzzle out the buttons. Before something really horrible could happen, she had 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.
All around her, things began to move. Behind her, Trista let out a confused cry that was swallowed up by the hustle and bustle of the students headed home for the day.
Whew, thought Faith. 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 Richard—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 a 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. Her body wanted something. Emptiness, hunger, and a heated confusion roared through her. It was like watching a Brad Pitt movie but a lot, lot stronger. Realization struck her almost as hard as the racing blood and the unknown burning need.
It’s the remote!
“Oh no!” she moaned. “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 real damage had been done, knew that she had to take the remote to Richard.
I’ll take it to Father Tanner after. It’ll be safe with him, but he won’t be able to help me undo whatever the remote just did. Feel so hot. So ... empty.
“Uhhhuh!” she gasped, as she clutched the remote tightly to her breast and a tremor ran through her. “Whu-what’s wrong with me? T-tingles!”
Faith took a few stumbling steps and peered around with her glassy 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 more confused. Dazed, she leaned up against a wall, smiling and savoring the beat of her racing heart and the fiery sensations coruscating all through her body. It felt so good, but so frustrating at the same time. She wanted something and didn’t know what, but her body sure did. It told her she needed a boy to help.
Rick! Richard could help me. Faith forced her trembling legs back into action and headed up to the science labs on the top floor, hoping that Rick was still at school working on something. First though, she stopped off at the bathroom because something was happening down there.
Maybe I just need to go. Maybe it’s that fever I felt earlier and I’m a little sick, but at the very least I have to adjust my bra. The thing is killing me.
Nothing happened on the toilette, but she wiped up anyway because she was feeling kind of an icky dampness. The wipe brought a jolt of something and her hand instinctively wiped again. Then again and again, a pleasurable rush shook her with each stroke. In a moment of pure horror, she understood what her body was telling her, but then she locked it away.
Only sluts do stuff like that, feel themselves like that, so this must be something different. I wish I knew what though—it feels so wonderful! I want it to keep going on forever, but not from doing that! Fear and confusion won out in the end and, with an anguished moan, Faith forced her fingers to stop.
Letting out a frustrated snarl, she dealt with her bra. It wouldn’t fit right no matter what she did so, red in the face, she took it off and stuffed it in her knapsack, praying the whole time that no one would walk in and see her half naked. To disguise the fact that she was now braless, she zipped up her jacket, but the new, tighter, pressure on her breasts sent a different—still very pleasurable, but less intense than the stroking—wave of warm tingling through her. As she moved, the rubbing of her soft blouse on her breasts, especially the nipples, 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 get what she needed. But first she had to calm herself down. She couldn’t go talk to a boy when her hands kept creeping between her legs to bring back the feelings that shook her on the toilette.
“Richard? Rick ... help.”
As he turned around, Rick was greeted with a sight he would never forget. Faith Calloway—the girl who was so hot that she scorched his dreams, yet so uptight that she wouldn’t even let him get off in his fantasies—stood in the lab room doorway, radiating sexual need. She wore her usual extra-demure version of a catholic school girl outfit she always wore, despite the lack of a school dress code, and a puffy jacket concealing her torso and chest, but her face was flushed, and she stared wildly with totally glazed eyes. Her right hand had clenched into a fist around a short black tube and hung at her side while the other hand kept sliding towards the waistband of her skirt.
“Help me Rick,” she gasped and jerked her roaming hand away from her dress. As she did though, her upper body started to sway, rubbing 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.” Faith’s face clouded with horror, so in the names of chivalry and science, that’s what he’s told himself anyway, Rick took the remote and looked at it. “Other than the obvious, what’s it done, Faith?
“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 and I can’t think s-straight. Time stopped.” Her eyes drifted down to his groin again as her hands slipped back towards her dress.
“Time stopped?” pondered Rick until he spotted the 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 composure vanished. Her face lit up completely, a hungry moan erupted from her lips and her hands flew under her dress. She gasped, moaned, and shook as her head rolled back. The display now read 90%.
“Time stopped.” Rick hit the Clock button and everything froze.
Including the girl in front of him who was so sheltered that she hadn’t a clue what was wrong with her. It was pretty obvious to Rick. Faith was so turned on that he could get her to do anything and she wouldn’t even want to stop him. Heck, once he got started, she’d probably come up with things of her own to try out.
She must have heard some things in the change room or just from hanging around school. How can she not know what’s wrong with her? There’s nothing wrong, not really. Hell, most guys wouldn’t think twice about what to do next, but this ... this thing is ... is so cool! How does it work? I’d kill for a man page right now.
A button with a picture of a brain labeled MC ... Mind Control? No way! BE? SCORE! PE? Right. I’ll test that on someone else first, thanks. Where’s Jim when I need him? The plus and minus buttons here are obviously sexual arousal. Age ... DUH. IO? No idea what that does and the icon ... I think that’s supposed to be a volcano. No way I’m touching that without a manual.
As his eyes skimmed down the remote he noticed something completely beyond science’s ability to explain: 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 initials and a sometimes-descriptive icon on them, but of the 40 or so buttons, none seemed to have anything to do with help. Rick spent the next few timeless minutes looking the device over and trying to interpret the buttons.
Ok, Rick decided a short time later, I think I have a decent handle on most of this thing, but man! I have to keep this thing. The stuff it can do ... it’s amazing. Just figuring out how part of it works will advance science by centuries!
Faith was useless to him this way, except as a sex toy and, while he was a desperate teenaged nerd, Rick wasn’t desperate enough to rape a girl. In her state, she had no control over herself, so anything he did with her would be about as the jock trick of getting the girl too drunk to resist. He slid Faith’s arousal down to a more reasonable 60%, not realizing that was 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. Rape was one thing, but he was still a desperate geek. And a bit of a romantic, getting laid would be nice, but getting it done right ....
“AndRickisreallygoodlooking.You’dliketodatehim.”
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.
If that had happened around anyone but Rick ... I’d have died! Ooo, now I just feel warm and tingly and good and really good when he looks at me. He’s soooo cute. I wonder if my parents would let me date him? She sighed happily, and then she 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 seriously aroused. Maybe it would just take her a while to come back down from her previous state. But maybe not. 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 his arousal at only 37%.
Holy cow! At 60% Faith must still be going nuts. Faith looked like she was paying attention to him again on a non sexual level, so Rick asked again. “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 leaned forward and back again increasing the pleasant feel of her tingling nipples as they pressed against her soft blouse. Rick won’t mind, she thought. He’s a friend and won’t do anything. I can trust him. Besides, boys like breasts.
Rick gulped down a moan 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.
Oh damn. I have to be at 60% now. Checking, the remote said only 45%.
“Uh Faith ... this here button stops time and these buttons change people’s ages. 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 ran through all the things she’d heard about sex. There weren’t many, but a bright and motivated mind like the one she had easily combined some of them and invented completely new ones by itself. They don’t seem so bad right now. Especially if Rick did them—or I did them to him—he’s a friend. He wouldn’t do anything wrong. And he’s sooo cute.
“Oh kay ... right. Well, uh, 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 bigger breasts.”
“Really?” Faith’s attention perked up. Boys, especially like Rick and Jim, like big breasts and Rick’s barely been able to take his eyes off mine. Maybe he’d ask me out if they were bigger! Oooohhh. There was a PE button too! The other girls always say that bigger ones are better ....
“You only think it does?” Faith asked, smiling. “Try it out on me. You like big breasts, right? Use it on me!”
Rick would have smiled if he hadn’t been busy gaping. “You sure, Faith? It could be dangerous.”
“I trust you Rick. You’re a friend. Do it.”
Rick watched in ecstasy as Bs stretched fabric to become Cs. Her nipples flattened out, squished by the taut cotton, but the rest was excellent for his eyes. Faith squirmed, pleasure or discomfort was hard to tell, but, with areola visible as large darker circles, the shirt had to be painfully tight.
Faith smiled and took a deep breath; the ripping sound was music to Rick’s ears.
“Do it some more. I want them bigger. Big enough for you, Rick. All for you!” At her command, common sense was abandoned by Rick. He pressed again and held the button down, pressing harder, far harder, than necessary. Cs became blouse destroying Ds, and Faith giggled as a button flew across the room.
In an attempt to salvage some of her shirt, Faith tugged at buttons but only caused more damage in the process. Cleavage, of such spectacular nature that no schoolgirl should ever be able to display it, peeked through the gaps between the remaining buttons and where the seams gave way. Rick let up on the remote again to give her a chance to remove the shirt before it was destroyed completely.
“Bigger, Rick! Don’t stop!” Faith demanded, as she gave up fighting with buttons pulled too tight to be slipped through their holes and, with a sexy growl, ripped her blouse open. Free from the constriction of her shirt, Faith’s still growing, softball sized breasts bounced out their greeting to Rick. His first real life naked breasts and they were everything he could ask for: Large, firm but weighty, with enough give to dangle if she leaned forwards. And, as their bounce showed, Faith was packed full of what Rick and his friends termed jigglocity, not that any of them had ever seen it in action before.
She shuddered under his rapt gaze, sending bobbing ripples through her breasts, and Rick finally let go the remote 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 her incredibly sexy, glassy stare again.
She understood what the girls meant by getting wet now. She was no slut, but she certainly understood the meaning as her saturated panties made squishy noises when she moved. Her whole body tingled like it had earlier, especially between her legs. Her breasts were huge—they pushed out of her chest through the wreckage of her blouse and they felt sooooo good. Her hands roamed over them, and, wrong or not, she knew this was right for her.
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, easily the most sexually frustrating girl in the world, and fellow honor roll student—stood in front of him caressing bare tits that were somewhere past F-cups; running her thumbs over hard nipples that stood at full attention, begging for his attention; and her lips pursed into a kiss like ....
This is the best day of my life, ran through the minds of both Rick and Faith as their lips met. They got it totally wrong on the first few attempts, but that was to be expected. 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 honor roll students.
When they did break the kiss, gasping 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. Her entire upbringing said to her “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”. All the while, Faith’s body, and consequently her mouth, incoherently screamed out stuff like “So good!”, “Yes!”, “Oooooh!” and “Touch me!” The upbringing got shouted into silence very quickly.
For a time, Faith just reacted, a willing slave to the demands of her body as Rick touched her and she touched Rick. Some time later, she didn’t care how much later, 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, spreading her skirt and showing off everything.
His hands were on her waist, then they slid down well into what should have been a no go zone, somewhere nobody was ever supposed to touch, but, instead of complaining, she just gasped into his mouth. Her hands were and arms locked around his head as they kissed only because she just hadn’t worked up the courage to put her hands where they really wanted to go. Who was she to complain about Ricks hands? Especially if they were going to make her feel like that! She felt his tongue against her lips and remembered they were supposed to do that when kissing, so she opened her mouth wider and pulled him closer.
Something hard pushed up against her slick and wet panties, fitting perfectly along the concealed damp crevice. Fire raced through her, and then, pretty much by themselves, her hands dragged Rick’s lips to her breasts, her body leaned back, and started throbbing with a new joy was 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.”
Her body was twitching almost non-stop now, her hips 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 wasn’t cut off from the facts of life enough to not know what it was—actively rubbed against her, building heat and throwing off sparks. 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. For a moment, time stood still around her again, but this time it needed no help from the remote.
White. Such a virginal color. A nice color, 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. A story that she wouldn’t mind experiencing.
Rick’s eyes had drifted down to where they were almost joined and Faith bumped his head taking a peek of her own. We made a bit of a mess. No wonder people do it naked. Rick looked so silly that she giggled. “What’s the matter Rick?”
“I ... uhm ... came in my pants. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ....” Rick looked up from the wet stain on the crotch of his pants and into her incredulous stare. She kissed him again, longer this time.
“You aren’t mad?” Rick asked. “Uhm ... you want to ... uhm ... go see a movie on Saturday? Maybe?”
“Yes,” sighed Faith before she decided she truly did want to feel the white hot explosion of passion again, maybe a bit differently this time. But not that differently; she was still the Vice-president of the Westhills True Love Waits at least until Thursday’s meeting. Then she could resign and keep her conscience clean about what was going to happen Saturday. She kissed Rick with all the heat she could muster, and 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, the people we could help with that!”
“You’re right,” chirped Faith, smiling. She leaned back to get a clear shot, leveled the remote at him, and hit PE.
“Let’s experiment.”