But this time, he had done it in his sleep. And to his own mother. He didn’t know what to think about that. Michael Connors was a high school senior... dark-haired, blue-eyed and in good physical condition. He was tall at six-foot-three, and muscular. He was pretty much normal in every way, except for one. Mike could control minds. He called it the Compulsion. It had started about a year ago. He didn’t know why or how he could do it. The origin of the power was a mystery to him. It wasn’t very. Especially women, everyone wants to look like a skinny model or a shapely, sexy, celebrity star that they see and follow on television. Keeping it real, when it comes to food, women are just as hungry as men. Keeping it real, women want to eat just as much as men do but where men don’t gain a pound, women gain weight. Where older men get sexier, older women just get fatter. It’s not right. It’s not fair. It sucks being a fat woman trapped in a skinny world where all you see on television are. I had my back to the door as Jane walked in "WOW!" she screamed, "You look stunning!" You really think so?" I asked without turning round."Yeah, your ass looks fantastic, and you look almost feminine the way the top gives you curves, turn round and let me look at you properly!"I turn round and see Jane with a towel wrapped round her exactly how I did a few hours earlier. Jane's eyes nearly pop out of her head when she sees me. "Your breasts seem so much rounder and natural in that top...and. ..wank yourself? ' I said at length. "Cause I do - wouldn't mind doin' it now". "Yeah...when I get the chance - but sharin' a bedroom with our John and Pete means I don't get much chance. A thought which had been spinning round in my head for some time suddenly seemed a possibility. A thought I'd used many times in my head whilst Jacking myself off - more-or -less exactly where Jeff was sat on my bed. He didn't know how many times I'd sat on the edge of the bed, my stiff.