Sadly, we didn’t get to sleep for very long. A couple hours after me and the beauty fell asleep we were rudely woken up by a young nurse that had just started working at the hospital. She was 20 years old and nothing stood out in particular about her, especially not her chest, which was basically flat. The position we were discovered in was me being covered by sheets from my pecs down, with Elise’s arm slung over my chest. The only part of Elise’s body that was under the sheets was the leg on the side she laying on, which managed to slip into my fortress. Other than that she was completely nude, with her large breasts pressing into my right side facing towards the door. Illuminated by the sun, Elise looked like some sort of goddess with her glowing hair and perfect body. My right arm seemed to be what she used as a pillow, and the appendage hadn’t even managed to fall asleep yet under the weight of her head…
“KYAAAA!”(‘Pure’ nurse) *CRASH* and other miscellaneous noises were my alarm. As I groggily woke up after being so thoroughly exhausted of ‘resources’ I was disappointed to see that the crashing sound was my breakfast hitting the floor. After getting over the initial shock of our 18+ sleeping position it was immediately replaced by a new shock, which was the discovery of the outfit near my bed. Needless to say, it’s much different from her ‘real’ nurse uniform and her mouth was agape at the fact we must have done some kind of nurse role play in this hospital room.
The nurse had been excited to serve breakfast to the ‘gunshot victim’ as most other patients are admitted for a much more mundane reason. She had also overheard from a few of her gossiping co-workers that he was also quite good looking. Not that she would have done anything even if she had discovered him alone. For some reason she just wanted to see his bandaged form suffering from a gunshot wound and relying on her to feed him or something. Joe was quick to pick up on the range of emotions that flew through the nurses eyes. Shock, then more shock, confusion, and now… disappointment? What the fuck? As he puzzled over what she may have been disappointed about, he couldn’t help but feel like he didn’t care regardless and immediately halted that train of thought.
“You…Who…Aren’t you supposed to be injured?”(Savior complex nurse) She obviously had a lot of questions, but the most pressing in her mind was how he was supposedly shot 5 times in the chest from what they had seen of his clothes. Ah, she wanted to watch me in pain, or something?
“No, last night they said I was perfectly healthy. They asked me if I wanted to stay overnight just in case.” (Me) And my answer was an immediate ‘Hell yes!’ But I obviously didn’t say that part out loud, because it’s pretty clear why I had wanted to do so with such enthusiasm.
Elise still hadn’t regained consciousness, her body was incredibly worn out after having her first time for hours straight. On top of that, her vagina was stretched so badly in such a short amount of time that he was glad she wasn’t awake. When she wakes up, she is going to hurt like a motherfucker.
The state of their bed was terrible. It was covered in descending order with both their sperm, blood, and a decent amount of spit. Though that was mostly because of Elise drooling every time she orgasmed too hard. In fact, had they not been so exhausted when they finally went to bed there’s no way either of them would have wanted to sleep on such a nasty and soggy mattress. The floor would have been an easy choice.
“Ahem~ Well you’ve broken several of the rules, and if it was a tentative stay and you’re feeling alright I’d like to ask you to leave.”(Pissed nurse) I’m glad she didn’t say some shit like ‘you have to pay for the bed’ or something. Suddenly the mass of beautiful human warmth next to him started stirring, her immediate words were
“AHHHH! Holy hell!”(Elise in a surprising amount of pain) Not my problem. I casually got out of the bed, stark naked in front of the nurse who was still standing there, now blushing. What is this effect I’m having on women lately? It is way more than something like ‘I’m attractive’. These thoughts were brought about when her face began blushing more deeply, and a lustful glint appeared in her eye. Even though I’m covered in liquids that she knows probably aren’t mine… Magnificently ignoring the nurse, he turned to face Elise who was now just groaning and mumbling unintelligibly to herself.
“I’m gonna go home now, and luckily for you, you got injured in a hospital! So moral of the story is always look on the bright side.”(King Joseph) After delivering my impromptu speech, I threw on a new hospital robe and walked pass the nurse who was now tending to Elise, out into the sterile and bland hallway. Follow the exit signs! With my own advice I was soon out in front of the 5 story building, which was much wider than it was tall. Brunveld is a pretty small town, but this is the only hospital, so it’s naturally fairly large.
I had the sneaking suspicion that I didn’t have to walk home, and quickly found a dark corner with no cameras where no one could see me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my room, it was fairly easy since I spent a lot of time in there. My desk covered with plates, my mini-fridge next to it, my glorious desktop in all its raging beauty and my rather luxurious chair. It would have been a simple imaging exercise even before my brain got the upgrade, so it was almost child’s play to envision the space in my mind.
Next is… Wanting to be there, I guess? I had actually teleported into my room a few seconds ago, but I hadn’t noticed yet because I was concentrating so hard. I even spent a bunch of extra effort of visualizing myself dispersing and rematerializing in my chair, like some kind of final form hikikomori. When I finally opened my eyes, and released all my senses from my concentration, I grinned like an idiot. Fuck yeah! Teleportation bitches! I was ecstatic and hopped out my chair with glee.
As I explored my bachelor apartment it felt like I was seeing it for the first time. Many details that should not be seen were displayed to me in vivid detail, and huge quantity. There were various trash bins around the place filled with tissues, next to the couch, in the kitchen, more than a few in my room. I could see the individual pieces of each tissue which was… Nope’d! I mentally told the bins and all the disgusting decaying garbage that hadn’t bothered me before, to swiftly fuck off. They naturally complied with a little bit of deletion and I was able to regain my bearings a bit. I walked over to the curtains covering the only huge window, though I could see in the relative darkness fairly well, and tossed them open to let in the sun. I’ve never enjoyed being in the sun so much before… Hmm…
Since I felt like an omnipotent being, with some thinking I transformed by old couch into a brand new leather version of itself. After that I turned my large flat screen TV into one that literally covered the whole wall it had previously been leaning on, mounted on to it with huge bolts through a metal frame behind it. Next I replaced all the carpeting throughout the apartment with a new, cleaner and softer version. With the living room done I moved over to the kitchen, which was separated from me by a half wall and archway to the side near the door. To the right of the archway down the hall a ways was the entrance to the bathroom, which sat across from the entrance to the laundry closet. Not a fancy apartment by any means, but for one guy with low standards living by himself it was certainly enough. For an all-powerful version on the same guy though… Not so much.
The kitchen sink was piled high with dishes in both basins, flanked by the fridge on its left and a convection stove on its right. Across the way where a spaced out guy usually makes all kinds of foods was a relatively clean fake marble counter. He replaced the fake marble with real marble, for the shits and giggles, and replacing all of the old and lame wood which made up the drawers with high quality oak versions. I’m no architect, but that wood can support marble right? Eh fuck it. After upgrading all of his appliances and reorganizing the place, not to mention deleting the dishes from existence, it was looking pretty nice. He was modelling it after some fancy hotels he had been to on trips through the school.
While reminiscing about the school trips with all the slutty girls who wanted his cash, he casually replaced every appliance and piece of furniture in his apartment with new and much more appealing versions. The looks on their faces after I was done with them and told them I don’t have any access to that money until 18… Awesome!
Finally finished reminiscing (remodelling?) he could barely recognize his apartment. He may have gone a bit overboard in the bathroom, squeezing the toilet into the corner, upgrading his faucets and placing them near the door, then the coup de grâce; replacing his shitty shower with a huge luxurious bath that was basically cast out of gold and could easily fit a dozen people. It even had a few shower heads flanking it on its 3 sides. When it had started crushing his floor he reinforced the entire structure of the apartment building (at least on my floor, fuck those loud cunts above me) to be able to support the weight. Not that my dumbass landowner will even realize what I did. They essentially never bothered me or came into my apartment, because they knew I had tons of money and they just took the rent directly out of my account.
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And now… onto the fun part! What should I do with all this power?! I quickly started making a list of things to do: Travel the world, do miscellaneous good and evil deeds, create a secret identity for himself to become super famous as, see the sights… Hmmm, fuck all that, I should just go and fly around or something and just do whatever tickles my fancy. This is gonna be so much fucking fun!! He was essentially free of familial ties, his parents were dead with seemingly no relative other than his aunt, who never really gave too many shits about him anyways so he didn’t mind disappearing on her and probably vice-versa.
First things first though, I need to build up my repertoire of abilities. So far I can teleport and manipulate matter (like turning air in flat screens), so next up is definitely flight. I take a position like meditating in the center of my living room, without closing my eyes I imagine myself being lifted off the ground. Immediately I regret my decision, as it worked, however while I was being lifted it felt like I was in a constant state of panicky falling. The uncomfortable feeling in my stomach was actually too much to bear, and I immediately threw up a bunch of old dirty Ronalds onto my new carpet. I quickly warped a few meters down and to the side of the newly formed puddle of half-digested fast food. As I gazed into the nasty puddle I was suddenly reminded of the tragedy that befell the apple pies last night…
After taking care of my hunger with a couple pairs of nicely steamed and seasoned lobster claws, I set back to work. Fuck flying, at least, not without something like wings… I warp over to my computer and start studying the anatomy of birds. 'Quickly' digesting a disgusting amount of information on the nerves in their wings and hollowed out bones, basically how a bird flies and some theories about how wings would work on a human, I was ready to go. I hope fucking with my own body isn’t excruciatingly painful or something like that… And thus with a terrible flag in place, I commenced my transformation. Suddenly erupting from above the center of my back in equally spaced intervals from my spine were two wings with a span of 4 meters. I essentially modelled them after angel wings and they were supposed to be golden, but right now they’re red for some reason…
“AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! FUCKING TITS, CUNT-WHORE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!”(Joe?) Nearly blacking out from the pain I realized my pain suppression must not work on things I do to myself. It took a few minutes to get my breathing back under control, not to mention my wildly beating heart, before I could examine and clean my new wings. They were 5cm thick at the root and slowly tapered down to the 1cm thick tip. After removing all my blood I saw they were golden like I had wanted, composed of many intricate and delicate looking feathers that were stacked and arranged like a birds would be, each as long as a ruler. My nerve endings seemed to be working fine which probably meant everything else went okay too. I could feel the airflow in the room and gained instincts like a birds telling me when and how to flap my wings, an unexpected bonus effect. Neat! I started flapping each 2m long wing individually, because if I did both at the same time I probably wouldn’t be able to resist the massive force they produced in harmony.
Without hesitation I warped outside onto the street in front of my apartment building. It was a bit of a rundown building on the outside, with peeling paint on the cement walls that probably didn’t look good even before it was peeling. Leading up to the entrance were a few stone steps, in front of an assuming metal door painted a nice shade of barf green. The number 225 was proudly displayed in metal casting hanging above it, mounted to the wall. The doorman was wearing a tuxedo and had a bowtie, he had a balding head with a white moustache… Like there would be a fucking doorman! Hahahah~ I started to get concerned for myself as I internally laughed at my own joke, and wrote it off as ‘a bird thing’.
While I examined the building in all of its ‘glory’ people were starting to crowd around and examine me in all of mine. I had been walking around in white briefs inside my apartment and hadn’t bothered to put on clothes when I warped outside. That’s probably not why they were looking at me though… Maybe it’s the huge wings?
“Mommy look, it’s an angel!” (Little girl, maybe guy? It’s hard to tell at that age) I thought it was funny how the 10 or so people around were either pulling out a phone to record me, or getting on their knees and praying to me while I was pondering in front of this building. So I didn’t do anything but flap my wings lightly and ‘ignored’ the pesky humans for all of 30 seconds before I was bored. I pondered many things within these 30 seconds however… Truly, some efficient pondering I can do…
If I’m going for the angel look, I might as well go all out right? Flawless reasoning concluded, I started changing my slightly pale skin which had no blemishes thanks to my new regen, to something a bit more angelic. Angels glow or some shit right? I tried to imbue the ‘glowing’ property into my skin, and surprisingly without too much effort it did just that. I tinted the glow so that it was a pale gold, before looking down at myself. It had pretty much the exact effect I wanted, making me look like a certain sparkly vampire, except the effect was spread evenly across my skin. At this point the rest of the crowd of people (which was roughly 35 strong so far) who weren’t already on their knees immediately got down upon seeing my aura, and the rest caved in to crowd mentality. Though quite a few were still recording. I still hadn’t glanced at the crowd yet and had magnificently ignored them until now. Also, what the fucks the point of kneeling with both knees and using both hands to operate your camera? Definitely not a sign of respect at that point, not that I gave a fuck.
As I turned to face them, the now 46 gazes turned expectant. They’re all kneeling and looking at me like that… I feel like a god or something. Pressure is most certainly on to say something cool…
“Sup?” (Joseph Ashton the God of Coolness) Before they could register my word, I violently flapped my wings and jumped with all my might to make an explosive takeoff. The instantaneous acceleration caused a massive influx of G forces, which I wasn’t stupid enough to not prepare for. I probably pulled over 12 G’s considering within a single second after launch I was over 100 meters in the air. My countermeasure was some kind of wind barrier I was manipulating around myself which kept the pressure down around me. That didn’t stop the violent hurricane force winds that were thrown about however, and they began roaring loudly outside of my barrier, rushing in all directions except downwards near the ground. And even though I had stopped at 150ish meters, the violent wind created swiftly soared into the sky and torn apart some unsuspecting clouds anuses.
That was pretty fun… But probably a bad idea to do when surrounded by ‘fans’. The ‘bad idea’ ended up killing or severely wounding all 46 onlookers that were kneeling to him. They were thrown by the sudden winds across the street, into nearby buildings, into cars, basically it was a storm of bodies raining horizontally. And the 46 are just who I know for a fact are probably dead… who knows who they could have crashed into at high speeds…
Becoming a little dejected at the sudden mass murder, he quickly flew away, ignoring the aftermath and consequences like a boss.
I rose with a more stable acceleration into the thick white cloud cover, and penetrated through to get a view on them from above as if I was in a plane. It was way better than being in a plane though, because after ditching my barrier I could feel the moisture of the clouds on my wings (and all over his body as he was thoroughly soaked) and wind in my hair, my new feathers and across my glowing skin. The sun shone brightly on the little murderer, and the sky was clear and blue, all the way up into space, which he could also see the transition into with his ridiculous vision. It helps that there’s nothing in the way…
Suddenly I felt a deep chill down my spine, along with a terrible sense of foreboding. Something was definitely telling me to prepare my anus. My thoughts abruptly switch directions and drift to the only girl I’ve had physical contact with in years… I wonder how she’s doing.