MUTANT Y
by Sonofjack - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest
A teenage boy discovers he has a super power to attract beautiful young girls, with superhuman strength


I believe that people with mutant superpowers are not just the stuff of comic
books and movies. I have pretty good evidence of this because not only have I
met other mutants, but I'm pretty sure that I myself have a mutant superpower.
I know it sounds crazy, but really that's the only logical way to explain my
incredible prowess with women.

According to comic book mythology, mutant superpowers usually kick-in around
the age of puberty, and that's exactly what happened to me. Unfortunately,
puberty started pretty late for me. Like a lot of boys, I started out the
sixth grade thinking that girls had cuties. However, as girls often begin to
mature sooner than boys, I did begin to notice sometime into my sixth grade
year that a few of my female classmates began to develop boobies.

This caused a strange stirring in my nether regions. I wasn't quite sure why,
but I knew that I liked it. In particular, I liked Kim Granger who soon began
to stretch her tops more than any other girl in my class. She must have known
it too because suddenly her wardrobe consisted almost entirely of tight
sweaters.

Even though I tracked her progress with much interest, I didn't have a clue
what to do about it. It wasn't long before Kim was attracting the attention of
seventh and even eighth grade boys. This bothered me because I knew what they
had on their filthy little minds. The irony that I had exactly the same thing
on my filthy little mind didn't occur to me.

Normally it would have been an advantage that Kim and I lived on the same
block. Unfortunately that didn't work in my favor since that meant she had
firsthand knowledge of what an uncouth little slob I was. I was one of those
kids that was naturally in a constant state of dishevel. My shoes always
managed to find the muddiest of mud puddles on wet days and the stickiest,
gooiest wads of used chewing gum on the hot days. No matter how hard my mom
tried, my clothes always looked wrinkled, my shirt tails always flapped in the
breeze, and my pants never quite fit right and always seemed to need to be
patched at the knees.

Besides that, I was always fat""fat stomach, fat face, fat arms and legs.
There's no use in sugarcoating it. Plus I was short for my age""at least four
inched shorter than Kim. When you add in the fact that I'd worn glasses that
got progressively thicker since the third grade, I was no girl's idea of
boyfriend material.

Being short, fat and nearsighted, naturally I was uncoordinated and inept at
sports as well. All these facts combined to make me the target of all the area
bullies. I was particularly the target of Kim's older brother Steve who was
the acknowledged king among the neighborhood kids. He was two years older than
Kim, and seemed to have a chemical hatred of me.

It wasn't just my personality that he seemed to hate, and it wasn't just the
fact that I was fat and bad at sports. He seemed to hate my very existence,
and he let me and everyone know it every chance he got. Among other things, he
gave me the despised childhood nickname "Butterball". Being the king of the
neighborhood, once he began calling me that all the other kids""including
Kim""called me that as well.

Despite all this, I still believed deep down that somehow I had a chance with
Kim. Whenever I saw her sitting on her front porch I would always mosey on
over and say hello. I must have done this a hundred times since I first
noticed her budding womanhood in sixth grade. The first ninety-nine times, her
only acknowledgement of me was to huff loudly, roll her eyes and go inside all
in one smooth movement as if it was a single action. She as much as said that
she had been enjoying a perfectly pleasant day until Butterball came along and
spoiled it by daring to speak to her.

I did this for a solid year and a half. Then one day everything changed. It
was late summer; Kim I would both be starting eighth grade in about a week. I
saw Kim sitting on her front porch by herself, and I decided to give it one
more try. I figured I might have a better chance, because I had grown some
since sixth grade, and now I was only three inches shorter than her.

"Hi, Kim," I said.

She looked over and saw it was me. I was expecting the usual reaction, but
instead she looked at me as if she was seeing me for the first time. She sat
up straighter in her chair which caused her already impressive breast to jut
out even farther and she said with as seductive a voice as an eighth grade
girl could muster, "Hello, Frank."

Once I got over the being surprised that she didn't call me Butterball I
asked, "What cha' doing?"

"Just sitting here hoping you'd come by," she said.

Whoa, this was not what I expected. I knew without a doubt that she had not
been hoping that I would come by. It was obvious from her initial look that
she was not expecting me, and even though she seemed glad to see me, I could
not fight the feeling that she was just as surprised by that as I was.

"Do you want to go up in the tree house?" she asked.

The tree house was located in a little patch of woods behind our neighborhood.
It was built a few years before by Steve and some of the older kids. Since
several kids contributed materials and labor to its building, the tree house
was sort of owned collectively by the kids of our block. However, there was an
implicit understanding that not all of the kids on our block were welcome.
Specifically, I, being short, fat, uncoordinated and unpopular, was not
welcome in the tree house. However, if I was being invited by Kim, that was a
different matter entirely.

"Heck, yeah," I answered. Honestly, at this moment, I was just as excited to
be invited into the forbidden confines of the tree house as I was to be
talking to the object of my awakening lusts. However, as I followed Kim up the
wooden rungs nailed to the tree that led to the tree house, I couldn't help
but notice the sway of her blossoming womanly posterior.

When we got inside, I was a little disappointed. Somehow I'd always imagined
that it was bigger inside, and where was the furniture I imagined? Where was
the little fridge? (The fact that there was no source of electricity up in a
tree failed to dawn on me.) All it was a small enclosed room with a couple of
screened windows. There were a few old blankets spread around and a couple of
discarded sofa cushions. What my inexperienced brained failed to comprehend
was that since we were the only ones there, the tree house offered us blessed
privacy""blessed privacy with the hottest soon-to-be-eighth-grader in town.

Once we got up there, we sat looking at each other awkwardly for a few
minutes. Finally Kim said, "Do you want to kiss me?"

"YES!" my mind screamed, "YES! YES! YES!" However, I heard a voice that
sounded a lot like mine say, "Uh, I donno." I looked around and realized that
the voice sounded so much like me because it was me. When I realized this, I
began thinking to myself, "Idiot! Loser! Dumbass!"

Then to my surprise the voice in my head was drowned out by Kim saying, "Come
on, Frank, kiss me. Pleeeeeeease." This was unreal. The hottest girl I knew
was asking me""begging me even""to kiss her. A girl that was hot enough to
attract the attention of high school boys! Just when I thought it could not
possibly get any more unreal she said, "I'll let you look at my boobs if you
kiss me."

"Well, okay," I said, "But show me your boobs first."

She lifted her tight shirt up over her head and dropped it on the tree house
floor. I was mesmerized by the sight of her in all her womanly splendor. She
dipped her shoulder and half turned her back towards me and asked, "Help me
with my bra?" I scooted behind her as fast as I could and tried to unhook it.
I was so nervous that my fat little fingers fumbled for what seemed like hours
trying to remove the cursed undergarment. Finally she turned back facing me
and said, "Here, let me." With the merest flick of her wrist, the bra went
slack and she shook her shoulders and it slid down her arms revealing the most
beautiful site I'd ever beheld up until that moment.

She lean over and whispered in my ear, "Do you like my big boobs?" I stammered
out something that I hoped sounded affirmative. "You're the only boy I've ever
shown them to," she informed me.

"I am?" I asked impressed with the honor.

"Yes," she said, "Even though a bunch of other boys have begged me to see
them, you're the only one who gets to." So I sat there and looked at them. I
looked, and I looked. Part of me was worried that gazing at them too long
might be dangerous""light staring at the sun, but I decided that even if I
went blind, it was worth it.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked.

"Uh, I guess so," I said. I leaned in puckered up and touched my lips to hers.
I held them there for almost a nanosecond. "So that's what it feels like to
kiss a girl," I said to myself. What did I know?

"No, like this," she said. Then she introduced me to the erotic pleasures of
having a female tongue in my mouth. We spent the next hour or so kissing and
kissing and me looking at her naked boobs. At this age, that was about all I
could handle. I have to say, though that Kim seemed very happy to be kissing
me and showing me her topless form. I was completely overwhelmed and astounded
by this. However, it wasn't my last shock that afternoon.

When it got to be time for me to be going home for supper, I began my descent
down the tree. Kim stayed behind to put her bra and shirt back on. As I exited
the tree house, I was seen by Kim's older brother Steve. When he saw me coming
out of the local sanctum sanctorum he yelled, "Hey, fat ass, who said you
could go up in the tree house?"

Before I could answer, Kim stuck her head out of the trap door and said, "I
did. You want to make something of it?"

When Steve saw that I was with Kim he said, "Oh, I didn't know you were with
him, Kim. That's all right then." Then he turned to me and said, "But I better
never catch you going up there alone."

At this point, Kim actually jumped out of the trap door, passing me as I
carefully climbed down and ran over to her older, bigger brother. "He can go
up in that tree house any time he wants to, understand?"

Then the strangest thing happened. Steve, the toughest kid I knew, actually
looked like he was scared of his little sister. "I didn't know you felt that
way about it, Sis. I-I'm sorry."

"Don't tell me, tell him," she commanded.

"Come on, Sis, don't make me apologize to the Butterball," Steve pleaded.

The next thing I knew, Kim got her brother in a hammerlock and forced him to
the ground. "Don't you dare call my boyfriend that," she growled.

"Your boyfriend?!" Steve was clearly flabbergasted by this revelation. To tell
the truth, so was I. I was happy but flabbergasted.

"Yes, my boyfriend. Apologize NOW!" As she said this she twisted his arm.

"I'm sorry, Frank," he choked out through gritted teeth. By this time I was
back on terra firma trying to comprehend what was happening""boobs, tongue
kissing and apologies from bullies all in one day. It was a lot to take in.

"Tell him what you're sorry for," Kim insisted as she twisted his arm even
harder.

"OW! I-I-I'm sorry for calling you Butterball," he said.

"Annnnnnd . . . . " she coaxed.

"And for saying you couldn't go up in the tree house." I noticed that by this
time he was crying. This actually made me feel sorry for the prick.

"Uh, Kim, maybe you should let him up now," I suggested.

"Okay, if you say so Frank." She let go of his arm and even helped him up. But
then she gave him a stern look and said, "If I ever hear about you picking on
Frank again, I'll break that arm, and you know I can do it."

Steve rubbed his sore arm and said, "When I get home, I'm telling Dad what you
did." Steve and Kim were being raised solely by their father since their
mother had left them when they were both little.

"Go ahead," she said, "It won't do you any good. I'm a lot stronger than Dad
and you put together, and both of you know it." Could this day get any
stranger? Then she told Steve, "And from now on, you and your dipshit friends
stay out of the tree house. Tell them that from now on it's off limits to
anyone except Frank and me and whoever else Frank wants to invite."

"That's not fair," he protested.

"Oh, yeah," she said, "You want to know what makes it fair?" She doubled up
her fist and shook it at him. "That's what makes it fair," she said. Steve
turned away in silence and walked home looking as dejected as anyone I'd ever
seen.

"Uh, I have to go home," I said. "My folks are expecting me for supper by now.

Before I left, Kim came over to me and placed my hand on her breast and kissed
me. "I'm sorry I called you my boyfriend without checking with you first," she
said. Then she got kind of shy and said, "That's okay isn't it? I mean, you do
want to be my boyfriend don't you?" When it took me more than a second to
answer she added, "If you do, I'll let you look at my boobs anytime you want."

"Okay," I said. She kissed me again, and I went home to eat supper and not
sleep at all that night.

That was my first experience exercising my mutant superpower although I didn't
realize it at the time. I just thought that it was some weird fluke that the
hottest girl in school found me irresistible. I couldn't begin to understand
why, but I wasn't thinking mutant superpower at this point.

Kim and I continued as boyfriend and girlfriend for a little over a year. True
to her word, she showed me her boobs whenever I wanted to see them which I did
often since they only grew bigger and bigger. The tree house became our
personal property since her brother Steve put out the word that it was off
limits to everyone else. Little did they know that it was actually Kim who was
forcing him to make that edict.

The only real downside to being Kim's boyfriend was that for some reason, the
site of a hot girl going around with a short, fat boy with thick glasses
seemed to really piss off the jock boys. Some of those older boys who had
previously shown an interest in Kim particularly took umbrage at her choice of
boyfriends. As a result, I sometimes got picked on. However, this didn't last
for long since any boy who picked on my got the shit beat out of them by Kim.
She often beat them up three or four at a time for efficiency.

I'm not sure exactly how strong Kim really was, but I know that she was
stronger than her father who was a bigger than average adult male. I found out
pretty early in the game that Kim was the undisputed master of her family's
house. The only person whose words seemed to have any influence on her was me.
I wouldn't go so far as to say that I was able to order her around, but it is
fair to say that it was very important to her to please me. As a result, she
usually did what I asked her to do.

As I said, we went together for a little over a year. We kissed and I fondled
her boobs a lot. We never did "it", but I'm pretty sure she would have let me
if I asked. Truthfully, even as pliant as she was with me, I never had the
nerve.

Our relationship came to an end when her father got a better job in another
town, and they moved away. She told me before they moved that she would force
her father to turn down the new job if I wanted her to. When I asked her how
she would do this she replied that she would beat him up if she had to. I told
her I didn't think that was a very good idea.

It bothered me that she was moving away. I figured there was no way I would
ever be able to score another girlfriend as hot or as strong as Kim. On the
other hand, I also had a feeling that our relationship had run its course. At
first I was afraid to tell her this because I didn't want her to get mad at
me. I'd seen what she did to boys that made her mad. Somehow I screwed up my
courage, and I told her how I felt. She took it very well, and we parted as
friends. She still sends me a fruitcake every Christmas.

I figured that was it for me and girls for awhile. I had a few minor crushes
on some girls after Kim left, but none of them gave me the special feeling
that Kim did. Besides, no other girls showed the least interest in me.

Then, during the autumn of my ninth grade year, a new girl named Lynn Green
transferred to our school. She was a raven haired beauty with a beautiful
smile and an absolutely devastating figure. She was about my height means that
she was about 5'4", but her breasts were large for her size, and she had a
spectacular little round butt. I found myself feeling a special attraction to
this girl which was not surprising since just about every other boy in school
did as well.

From the moment Lynn first walked down the halls of our school, it was like a
bomb had gone off. Every popular boy in school was vying for her attention. I
was not quite as fat as I was in middle school, but I was still considered the
bottom of the boyfriend food chain. However, when Lynn was assigned the seat
next to mine in math class, I thought I should at least be polite and
introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Frank," I said.

She gave me a slightly startled look, smiled and said, "Hello, Frank." Right
away I knew there was something familiar about the way she said "Hello,
Frank." It sounded a lot like the way Kim had said those same words to me two
that fateful day on her front porch.

"This can't be," I told myself. Kim was a fluke. Yet here was this beautiful
girl flashing her dazzling smile and arching her back in such a way as to
emphasize her shapely breasts.

"I'm new at this school," she said.

"I know," was my oh-so-clever retort.

"What do kids do around here for fun?" she asked.

"Uh, I donno," I said.

"Would you like to come over to my house after school?" she asked.

"Okay."

"Great! Meet me in front of the school at 3:30."

"Okay."

It was like d'j# vu all over again! Once again I had a sweet, sexy girl who
seemed just a little too eager to please me. I wondered if it really was
possible for lightning to strike twice in the same place . . . .

We met as planned after school and began walking towards her house. It was in
the same general direction as my house so that was good. I asked her how she
liked living in a new town and routine stuff like that. She told me that she
liked it fine and that she had an older sister named Debra who was in tenth
grade. We were enjoying a nice fall day when unfortunately we were interrupted
by Brad and Craig, a couple of cretins who loved to give me a hard time. Both
of these boys were on the football team and both were several inches taller
than me.

"Who's your girlfriend Butterbean?" Brad asked. Brad was such an idiot that he
couldn't even get my insulting nickname right. Of course neither one of these
creeps would have dared called me any derogatory names if Kim was still
around.

"She's not my girlfriend," I replied.

"No shit!" said Craig.

"We just met a few hours ago," I said in an attempt to explain.

Brad turned his attention to Lynn and said, "Why are you walking home with
Butterbean anyway? Walk home with us. We're better than him."

"I highly doubt that," said Lynn.

"Oh, she 'highly doubts' it," Craig said looking at Brad for approval. Craig
did that a lot.

"Just leave us alone, huh guys." I said. When I heard my tone of voice I was
worried that I said it in a way that sounded a little too much like pleading.

"Yeah, leave us alone, jerk-offs," Lynn said in a voice that was steady and
authoritative.

Brad looked at me and said, "Who's going to make us?"

Lynn looked at them and said, "I'm warning you guys."

Craig looked at his partner in stupidity and said, "Ooh, did you hear that
Brad? She's warning us."

Lynn calmly took off her jacket handed it to me and said, "Please hold this
for me, Frank." Then she walked over to Brad and Craig and calmly beat the
crap out of them. Within three minutes she had both of them by the scruff of
their necks, eyes blackened and noses bleeding, on their knees apologizing to
me.

And make no mistake; she didn't beat them up using karate, kung fu or superior
fighting skills. She simply overpowered two much bigger boys using her far
superior strength. At one point I thought she was going to throw Brad up into
a nearby tree.

Just before she released them she said, "From now on, you two jerks better
leave my new boyfr""my new friend alone." I'm sure she was going to call me
her boyfriend until she caught herself. The she walked over and thanked me for
holding her jacket. "Shall we resume out lovely walk?" she asked.

"Okay."

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