PIP/Shunned/Empowered
With my mom not responding after such a devastating revelation, I was pretty certain that the power was working as advertised. The possibilities started swimming in my mind. It was a bit overwhelming. I could do just about anything according to Sam. If I could get away with killing the President of the United States with a Secret Service agent's gun, I couldn't imagine anything that I wouldn't be able to get away with. I had no such lofty aims in life, I wasn't particularly political at all. I did mean it when I told my mom I thought she was sexy. I've probably played too many porn games, but I really wanted to knock up my mom. I took my clothes off slowly, as I imagined what I was going to do with her. Once I was naked however, I noticed my dad rubbing my mother's back. That just pissed me off.
This fucking bastard had the audacity to cheat on my mom, and now here he was feeling up on her. He had no fucking right to this beautiful woman. Now that I had this power, she was mine. I'm not sure what got into me, but I felt compelled to go over to him and flaunt my power. I walked up to where my dick was right in front of his face and bobbed it up and down a bit. He didn't react at all, so I actually slapped him in the face with it. He flinched a bit, but went right on reading . . . or at least trying to. I knew it was the power, but with him not reacting at all to my actions there was no satisfaction. All in all, I felt somehow less powerful than when I had no power at all. In my impotent rage, I aim to my dick at his crotch, and took a nice healthy piss. I actually kind of reveled in the growing dark spot where my piss was soaking into the blanket. Once my bladder was empty however, I felt a bit impotent again. I slumped into a chair to sulk, just staring at my parents.
What good was this power? Sure I could get away with anything I wanted, but what did it matter if no one even noticed? The side effects that Sam had been talking about were starting to dawn on me. It was an amazing power, but if no one noticed anything that I did that meant I could never interact with anyone ever again. I was starting to fathom what that might mean for my future. It was a bit depressing. Sam said that the deals that demons make were meant to satisfy the mortal that made the deal so that they didn't regret it. I was starting to reason that it simply could not be true because I was starting to regret my deal. But then something happened that changed my mind.
"Jason," asked my mom, "what is– Did you just piss the bed?"
"No why–" said my dad, stopping abruptly. "What the– How Did I– How Can I piss the bed without even realizing it?"
My mother sighed heavily, shaking her head. "Let's just get this cleaned up," she said. "I guess we need to make you an appointment with a urologist."
My father looked simultaneously furious and embarrassed. It was like nectar, ambrosia . . . it was perfect. It seemed that even though no one noticed me performing an action, they notice the effects of that action. It also seemed that they didn't notice the effects of my action until I was done performing my action. This also meant that I would have to be more careful deciding what I would do with my new power.
As my mother and father were busy dealing with the effects of his supposed urinary accident, I simply went back to my room to decide what to do next . . . or whom to do next.