Amy was sitting at home, lounging comfortably in a bathrobe, reading a trashy romance novel when it happened.You might think it odd for an up-and-coming aeronautics research scientist to spend her Saturdays reading smut, but there was something about the stories of plain, everyday women having torrid affairs with gorgeous, unattainable men that she couldn’t get enough of, possibly because she herself was plain, with mousy brown hair and no curves to speak of. She had tried to get the attention of the popular boys in school, but just didn’t have what it took, and had turned to books about unrealistic relationships instead. Her love of reading was what had started her on her ridiculously successful career path, but it was also what had earned her her nickname, “Worm”, short for “Bookworm”. She absolutely hated her nickname, as it simultaneously pointed out both her underdeveloped body, and the social isolation that had resulted from it.That fateful Saturday, Amy’s feelings of pleasant arousal from the sexual antics in her book were shattered as her entire house shook, accompanied by what sounded like a small explosion from her backyard. Running outside, she saw a small crater, with a still-glowing lump of metal in the center. As she approached it, she noticed a strange buzzing sensation in her head that got stronger the closer she got to the stone.What the hell was that?!? she suddenly heard, and turned around to see her neighbor, Tom, leaning over the fence between their property.”I think it’s a meteorite!” Amy responded. “It must have just landed in my back yard!” Amy drew as close to the glowing rock as she could, before the heat radiating off it became too strong, and she was forced to retreat over to the fence by Tom.”Weird!” Tom said, before shaking his head as though he was feeling the same buzzing. I hope this weird headache goes away soon – I think Melissa might be in the mood tonight, and I don’t want to miss my chance to get lucky!”Wait, what did you just say?” Amy asked, sure she must have somehow misheard him. Which itself was odd, since she didn’t think she had seen his mouth move.”I didn’t say anything,” Tom said, confirming Amy’s suspicions that his mouth in fact hadn’t been moving, which just left her feeling more confused.Even so, the thought of Tom having sex had caused Amy to take a few surreptitious glances at his arms and chest before heading back to her house. For an accountant, Tom was pretty attractive, and as Amy glanced back at him while walking inside, she briefly thought, I bet he looks like he just stepped out of a romance novel under those clothes, before closing the door behind isveçbahis her.Tom gave his neighbor an odd look as she disappeared, as though he’d somehow heard what she had thought, but as he turned back toward his own house, his muscles began to bulge and ripple under his dress shirt. Completely unaware of his new physique, Tom walked inside and proceeded to make powerful love to his incredibly lucky wife like he did every day. As Melissa recovered from her usual string of orgasms, she wondered, as she often did, how on earth she managed to snag a ridiculously hot underwear model with a massive cock, who was also godly at sex. Melissa is such a lucky girl, Amy thought as she walked out her front door to check the mail, still in her bathrobe. She still couldn’t believe that she lived next door to a real-life underwear model. It was like fate was tormenting her daily with what she couldn’t have.More importantly though, what was going on with Tom? She was certain that he hadn’t been moving his lips, yet she’d still heard him talking about banging his wife, plain as day. Maybe it had something to do with the weird buzzing she had felt in her head, which hadn’t decreased in intensity, even though she was now dozens of feet away from the meteorite. Well, she was a researcher, wasn’t she? It was time for an experiment.Reaching into her mailbox to grab her daily junk mail, Amy looked around for a likely test subject. Spotting the crotchety old woman who lived across the street sitting on her porch, Amy called out, “Hi Mrs. Henderson!” and waved. As usual, the old woman seemed to completely ignore her, but then Amy clearly heard, Young people these days, always desperate to draw attention to themselves, even though Amy was sure that Mrs. Henderson’s lips hadn’t moved.I have always been pretty desperate for attention, Amy conceded. She recalled her high school days, where after constantly being rejected by her crushes, she had taken to wearing increasingly revealing outfits in an attempt to draw their attention, but that had only drawn more attention to her complete lack of curves, and her acting out had earned her a healthy amount of detention. Even so, Amy couldn’t seem to help it, and her habit of wearing revealing clothing had stuck.Amy looked down at the low-cut, midriff-baring tank top and dangerously short shorts currently hanging off her boyish figure, before continuing to excitedly wave at the old woman across the street, bouncing up and down this time, overwhelmed with youthful exuberance at being the center of her attention, until finally the old woman grew tired of her antics and turned away.Even so, isveçbahis giriş Amy’s excitement was undiminished. It had happened again! It had to be that meteor that had fallen in her backyard – somehow that weird buzzing it had put in her head was allowing her to hear what other people thought!Still half-convinced that she was crazy, Amy focused her attention on a girl down the street standing beside her squatting dog, and clearly heard the words, Nobody will notice if I don’t pick it up this once, as the girl ignored her dog’s business and continued walking.There was no doubt about it – Amy could read minds. This was the discovery of the century! Amy couldn’t wait to be the center of the scientific community’s attention as she showed off her mind-reading powers in front of hundreds of other researchers, and it was all thanks to that weird glowy rock that had fallen into her backyard.She suddenly felt a familiar urge to be near other people, partially so that she could test out her newfound mind-reading powers, of course, but mostly so that she could hear what other people thought about her.She ran inside, grabbed her keys, hopped in her car, and headed to the mall. Along the way, while stopped at a red light, she glanced into the car next to her and noticed a cute guy looking in her direction. She smiled at him, always eager for the attention, and focused on his thoughts. She’s kinda cute was all she heard before the light turned green, and he drove off.I am kind of cute, Amy thought to herself happily, not noticing as her complexion cleared and took on a bit of color, her eyelashes lengthened, and her lips reddened, swelling a bit into a seductive pout. As the man’s words echoed in her mind, Amy could remember her face getting all of the attention as she was growing up, as it was by far her best feature. If she had a nickel for every time she overheard someone in high school say, “Worm? Yeah she’s cute, but…”, well, she’d have a lot of nickels. Once she arrived at the mall, she briefly glanced in her vanity mirror to check the carefully-applied makeup that had appeared on her face minutes before as the words I’m kinda cute continued to buzz around inside her mind, before getting out of the car and heading toward the mall.Upon opening the doors, she was immediately overwhelmed by the thoughts loudly coming at her from every direction….no way it’ll fit……a watch for his birthday?…just get a pizza! I don’t…Maybe coming to the mall was a mistake, Amy thought to herself as the cacophony started to give her a headache, but then she noticed that when she focused her attention on one voice isveçbahis yeni giriş in the crowd at a time, the other voices got quieter. Proud of herself for discovering a new aspect of her mind-reading powers, Amy began to make her way through the crowd, excitedly listening in on the thoughts of all of the people she passed. Twenty minutes later, after overhearing to the exact same thoughts in the minds of hundreds of horny men and insecure women, however, Amy began to grow bored. Not a single person had so much as noticed that she was there, and even though she now knew the deepest secrets, desires, and insecurities of dozens of people, she still hadn’t heard a single person think anything about her at all.Her familiar desire to act out began to grow, and Amy began to sway her hips as she walked, as weird and unnatural as it felt with her narrow figure. She remembered similar desperate attempts to get the attention of the popular kids in high school, which had only resulted in her embarrassment, but she had to do something.After a few minutes of exaggerated swaying, she passed a thin, mousy girl that reminded her a lot of herself. She saw the girl glance over at her as she walked by, and heard her think I wish I had hips that made me sway when I walk like that girl does. Amy grinned at finally getting some of the attention she craved, and, running her hands over her wide, flaring hips, Amy was thankful once again for the natural, effortless sway they gave her walk as she felt them pressing outward into the sides of her tight shorts. She hadn’t always liked them – she’d gotten made fun of in high school for her “birthin’ hips”, as her bullies had often called them, once puberty had hit and caused them to swell into their current, overtly sexual curve. In the end, however, it had been worth it for all of the attention they got her, she thought, throwing a bit more suggestive swagger into her disproportionately wide hips. A few minutes later she noticed a guy walking toward her, and she felt a small flush of pride as her natural swaying strut immediately drew his attention, as it had so many other guys in the past. It was unfortunate that her only assets were her wide hips and cute face, but even so, she focused in on his thoughts, eager to find out his opinion of her.Damn that girl is thicc, she heard, and gave an appreciative jiggle of the large ass and thick thighs that perfectly complemented her flaring hips. Amy wasn’t trying to overhear another thought, but one came nonetheless, and as I can’t wait to see that bubble butt she’s got going on back there entered her mind unbidden, she smiled at just how right he was as her ass bounced even more heavily. When he finally passed her, she blushed as she heard him give a low whistle at the sight of her booty and hips continuing to jiggle and shake with each step she took, like they always had.

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