One in a Million Ch.2 (edited ver.)

I woke up somwhere between death and life, or at least that’s what it felt like. I couldn’t seem to say anything or see anything at all except for blackness. But I could hear. Ever since I woke I coud hear everything. I could also feel everything. It’s like I was a bat, whenever someone spoke, I could hear them cleary and see what they looked like. Like whenever my familiy came for a visit, or the doctor came in, or when the sexy nurse comes in to take care of me. She often came in to fix my IV or to refill my life supporter, so I saw her alot. she has bright blue eyes and blonde hair and her chest! she had to be at least a G-cup! I had alot of fantasys about her and Her cow sized breast.

One day, when everyone had left the hospital where I was staying, the nurse had come into my room to check my vitals and do my IV again. I had thought of moving the IV over so she would have to lean over me to reach it, when suddenly it starting rolling away! I was shocked, did I just move that with my mind? The nurse reached slightly for the IV then frowned as it was farther away than she thought. She leaned over me, squishing her large melons on my chest. a wave of excitment passed through me that I haven’t felt in a while. My cock stood up straight and was noticed by the nurse who stared at it for a momment. While she was thinking I had a great idea. If I can move things with my mind, what else can I do with it? I decided I have nothing to lose. I consentrated on the nurses mind and imagined myself going into her head, suddenly I was standing in the middle of a gray area with a bunch of nerves all over the place. I was amazed at how fast everything moved, but I seemed to be able to understand excatly what parts did what, influenced what and moved what. It was like everything was color-coded, Emotions and feelings are red, thoughts and memories are blue, and body movements and systems are yellow. I went to the section of thoughts where I could hear and see all of her memories and thoughts.

I learned her name was Tiffany Black and she was 24 years old. she’s married but her husband, Ryan Cuttler, is always away somwhere and she is starting to suspect him cheating. I moved away to the thoughts section where she and her conscious were raging war. ‘Oh come on! Get a grip girl! Are you really about to have sex with a kid? I mean really! Just think about if anyone saw you, you could get fired!’
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