Timebenders 2: Channel-Surfing, Chapter 2 [timestop nc mf fondling, m mast]

***Author’s Note:***
I’m super happy with the reception so far! I’m going to keep posting every week or so. There’s 23 chapters in total, so it’ll take around 5 and a half months to post everything. I may have jumped the gun a little, as the “bonus chapters” I’m writing for the smashwords edition are turning into a bonus chapter and a bonus novella. But it’ll be worth it, I promise! As always, I’ll post the link in the comments to the other chapters and metapost discussion. Enjoy! -JC
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Jeremy did well with lists. Clear goals. And right now, his first steps were clear.
He had a superpower, and could stop time. That was huge. The girl of his dreams was tied up in his basement. That was even huger. She’d been brainwashed into not just letting her father molest her, but actually thinking she enjoyed it. As her Knight, it was his job – no, his duty – to cure her of that. But he’d never done anything like this before, so it was probably going to take time. Time to deprogram her, time to learn to use his powers, and time to… well, he’d just see how things with Petra went, wouldn’t he?
And for that kind of time, he’d need a place. He couldn’t keep a girl in his parents’ basement. They’d find out, he’d be arrested, he’d have to run away using his powers… it was a whole big thing. So he needed somewhere, a house. Somewhere nice, somewhere secluded or soundproofed.
And houses, like everything else in the world, cost money.
There were a few people in line at the bank when he walked in. Most of them looked pretty impatient or annoyed, and the reason was pretty obvious. Over the quiet piped-in music, he could hear a woman shouting at the bank staff.
There were three teller desks. Only the one to Jeremy’s right was doing business. The one on the left was empty, and in the middle the woman was berating two bank employees. It looked like the manager had been working the desk on the left.
“I don’t care what it says, you’re going to run it again!” she demanded. “You don’t get to reject my card like that!”
“Ma’am,” the manager said, keeping his voice calm, “I’m sorry, but your card has no balance available on it, and your credit score is too low for an overdraft. If you’d like, we can go in the office and take a look at a list of your transactions-”
“You just want me where nobody can hear me! You don’t want everyone to know what a bad bank you’re running! Let me talk to a female manager, I bet you just denied me because I’m a woman!”
Jeremy cringed. Sure would suck to be that guy. And the poor teller between them looked like she was trying to become invisible.
“Oh well,” he said, pulling out his remote and stopping time. “None of my business.”
The woman, the music, and the soft subliminal hum of the air conditioning all vanished. Jeremy cleared his throat, checking to make sure he wasn’t suddenly deaf.
“I’ll never get used to that,” he said to himself, putting the remote in his pocket and pulling his backpack off his shoulder. Whistling to fill the silence, he strolled back behind the counter and into the vault.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t as simple as it looked on TV to get money from an open vault. He needed the manager’s keys to get into the drawers, and even then he didn’t exactly manage to walk away with as much as he’d hoped. Certainly not enough to buy a house or anything. It was clearly going to be a long day.
Granted, technically he was stealing, and that was bad. But it would be worse, he decided, to not be able to put Petra somewhere nice. What he had would be enough to maybe rent a cabin just outside town, and then he could work out some ways to turn that into more and more money. Stage magic, maybe. That would be an easy one.
He was putting the manager’s keys back in his pocket when his gaze drifted over the angry customer across the counter. She was tall, with short, bright red hair. Not beautiful, natural hair like Petra’s, but the cartoonish fire engine red that could only come from a bottle. She was a little chubby, and her face might have been pretty had she not been locked in red-faced anger. She had a long white coat, a little purple scarf, and a blouse that matched her hair, and showed off a surprising amount of cleavage.
Jeremy looked from her to the poor frightened teller in the chair on his side. The girl couldn’t be older than twenty-one, and she looked like she was trying to hide behind the curtain of her wavy brown hair. She seemed like a nice person, and Jeremy couldn’t help getting a little mad at the lady who was yelling at her.
“Well,” he said to himself, walking around to the other side of the counter, “what’s a super power for, if not making the world a better place?”
The trouble was, it wasn’t really a power that worked for this situation. It wasn’t like he could tape her mouth shut or something. Well, he could, but that would just raise more questions.
He looked again at the teller. The girl’s cheeks looked almost as red as the crazy woman’s hair. She looked embarrassed as hell.
Embarrassment? That he could do.
Jeremy chuckled to himself, reaching for the woman’s blouse and unbuttoning it. It was undone almost to the navel anyway, and it was easy to finish the job. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath – no doubt she’d burned it – and Jeremy slid his fingers up to grip her lapels.
He stopped for a moment, looking at his hands. His heart skipped a little at the thrill of anticipation of seeing his second-ever real-life bared breasts, but that pang of guilt came back along with the excitement.
Did he dare go this far? He was a Feminist with a capital F, and believed strongly in women’s rights. He hated the guys who forced their girlfriends into sex and kept them from realizing their real potential and dating men who were good for them. Did he dare, then, to take advantage of a woman who was literally defenseless?
Except she wasn’t, really. She was clearly on the offensive. The defenseless one was the teller. Even with her manager standing up for her, Jeremy knew the look on her face; she’d probably be crying in the break room later. She was a kind, sensitive young woman, and this… this bitch had come in here yelling at her over things that weren’t even her fault!
His mind was made up, and Jeremy pulled open the red blouse, exposing the angry woman’s breasts to the air. They were less round than Petra’s, and her skin was darker – whose wasn’t, though – but they made his heart skip again just the same. They were perky enough not to hang down without a bra, but they sat spread apart far enough that he couldn’t help but imagine sliding his dick into the space between them. And most interesting, most exotic, of all were her nipples: dark pink, and bigger than any he’d ever seen. It was no wonder she showed skin in the middle; anything too low-cut would have exposed them.
Jeremy felt a twitch, and realized that he was rock-hard. He adjusted his pants, stepping back a little to look at the whole scene. It looked pretty convincingly like the blouse had just fallen open, and he had no doubt the woman would be humiliated. Still, while he was here, it felt like a shame not to do anything more.
As soon as he thought it, his hands moved on their own. He cupped the bared breasts and gently squeezed them, pushing them up and inward. “You’d look amazing in a good bra,” he mused, gazing at the tight cleavage and biting his lip. They felt different from Petra’s, but similar, which he supposed made sense. And with this pair, he didn’t need to feel as guilty about having a good feel.
His pants twitched again, and one of his hands reached in his pocket, leaving a behind print in her soft flesh. Through the thin fabric of his pocket, he gently pinched and rubbed the tip of his dick, a move he had perfected over years of look-don’t-touch fantasy that let him feel a little pleasure while he admired the scenery.
But that wasn’t necessary, was it? He could look, and he was touching. He could just unzip if he really wanted to; who would know?
He stepped back again, admiring the woman while he dropped his pants. She was a little pudgy in the middle, but probably not overweight, or at least not very. Her hips and thighs were hugged by a black skirt that ended below the knee, and she wore low heels that accented the smooth curve of her calves. He imagined what she’d look like without the skirt and moaned, stroking himself slowly.
Of course, there was no need to imagine. Stepping in again, he searched for the zipper on the skirt. It was hidden in a seam on the back under her jacket, and unzipping it exposed a pair of black panties that were stretched over an ass that, while larger than Petra’s, wasn’t big enough to get that gross fatty look to it. He pulled the skirt down, leaving the panties in place, and started stroking himself once more.
His heart was racing at the lewdness of what he was doing. Right here in public, he’d stripped and touched this woman, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. He had thousands of dollars in a bag, he’d touched a nice pair of boobs, and now he was jerking it looking at her big panty-clad ass.
Stepping closer, Jeremy reached his free hand around to grasp at one of those breasts once more. He rolled his fingers over that exotic nipple and groaned as the proximity made the head of his cock rub against her panties.
“That’s nice… mm… oh fuck,” he said, taking a step back. His hand kept jerking up and down, and his voice caught in his throat, coming out as a little squeak as he started to suddenly cum. His eyes closed and his hips shook, shooting out several times into the air.
“Ooh yeah, that’s so… oh shit.” Jeremy opened his eyes, remembering suddenly where he was.
He looked down, blinking a couple times. He’d definitely shot cum at the woman’s ass, which he hadn’t meant to do. But it hadn’t hit yet. Between him and her, hanging in the air, three long strands of semen glistened in the bank’s extra-bright lighting.
He pulled his pants back up, putting his dick away and cursing himself for not thinking ahead. What was he supposed to do now? She would definitely feel her breasts falling down when he started time, and he’d left DNA evidence right there.
Then again, evidence only mattered if someone knew there was a crime. He hadn’t taken all the money he saw, so the bank wouldn’t know to look around for a while after he left. Nobody had seen him do anything. He could pretty easily clean all this up.
Careful to move around the frozen cum, Jeremy pulled the woman’s skirt back up and re-zipped it. He trailed his hands over the curve of her ass, telling himself he’d regret it later if he didn’t, then considered the blouse.
“Nah,” he said, adjusting her breasts as best as he could back to their original shape and position. “You still get to flash them.”
Then there was the small matter of his load in the air. He considered what would happen if he left it there. Her long white jacket was pulled up still, so it would probably hit the skirt before the jacket fell over it. It would leave a stain, but not one that anyone would notice until later.
Looking again at the scared little bank teller, Jeremy shrugged. “You deserve it,” he announced to the angry woman. “Anyone who is cruel to a helpless woman deserves to be punished.”
Returning to his place in time, Jeremy leaned over to get a good view before starting time. The woman was in mid-sentence when she felt the change, and her voice rose to a startled shriek. Jeremy couldn’t see her front, but he could tell she had slapped her hands up to cover herself. The teller was blushing beet-red, and the manager had averted his eyes and was mumbling an apology.
An awkward silence followed. After a few seconds, the woman scooped up her belongings with one hand, using the other to clutch at her top and keep herself covered. She turned and stormed out so quickly that her coat flared out like a cape behind her, and Jeremy was pretty sure he saw a shining white spot on the back of her skirt.
Biting his tongue hard to keep from laughing out loud, he picked up his back and walked out of the building. He felt completely giddy. He’d done all that, and nobody was the wiser. He could do anything.
Finally, everything would be the way he wanted it to be. Forever. He whistled a tune, setting off down the street to find another bank. Or maybe just a store he didn’t like with a till that was open.

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