It happened right out of the blue. One moment I was sitting in my work cubicle, mindlessly typing some email about something unimportant, and in the next, it felt like my entire body was flooded with vibrant electricity. All of me, from the soles of my feet to the neurons of my brain, started simmering and buzzing like a neon light. The feeling was so immediate that it startled me thoroughly. At first, I thought something was terribly wrong, that my heart was failing or that I was having a stroke, but as I sat there completely still, drawing deep breaths, I realized I felt more alive than ever. Rather than weakness, this felt like an overwhelming strength. I could feel it pulsating in my veins, and in some weird way, it felt like it was all culminating in my fingertips. I had to work hard to stifle the sudden laughter that came over me as I lifted my fingers up in front of me, curiously examining them and savoring the power rushing through me.

I got up. It was impossible to stay seated in this state. As I started walking around the office landscape of the mid-sized law firm I was working in, I noticed that something strange was happening to my sight as well. I could feel my eyes getting pulled towards certain colleagues as if they were emitting a magnetic energy that I couldn't resist looking at, and when I did so I felt the tingling in my fingertips intensify. It didn't take me long to notice a pattern. I swept my gaze over my cubicle neighbors John, Carl, and Frank, all busily typing away at their computers, but I didn't feel anything.

When I laid my eyes on Charlotte right next to them, however, sparks started flying in my head. Her slender neck, her neatly tied up black hair, her deep-red lipstick accentuating her already full lips, it was all pulling me in like a maelstrom. And it wasn't just her. Maria, with her olive skin, thin waist, and flowing curls. Shirley, with her bright smile and the tight blouse that struggled to contain the massive curves swelling underneath. Cora, with her innocent youthful face in wonderful contrast to the perfectly rounded and colossal ass in her black jeans. As every other man in that office, I had obviously fantasized about these women countless times before, but something was different now. I could see them so clearly, so vividly, and it filled me with pure vigor.

I paced around the room for a good five minutes, simply relishing the bizarre power flowing through my body and enjoying prolonged glances at all my female coworkers. At last, I found myself standing by Shirley's desk. I didn't know exactly why, but I had a strong feeling I needed to talk to her.

"Hey, Shirley. Do you have a minute? I need to go over something with you in the conference room."

"Sure, Dave. I'll be there in a second."

I didn't have anything to show her. Words had been pouring out of my mouth before I could think them through. For some reason, though, that didn't really frighten me at all.

When she sat down next to me in the closed room, I turned forty-five degrees on my chair and looked directly at her. Her platina-blonde hair was partly braided, partly pulled up in a ponytail, and her blue eyes and round cheeks were beautifully framed by a pair of trendy, translucent glasses. And her tits, oh my god. Her tits could rule the world. We hadn’t spoken much together before, but she had always been my favorite. It was a struggle to keep my fingertips still.

"So, what was it you wanted to show me?"

"Actually, it, uh, doesn't have anything to do with work."

She looked confused at me, waiting for me to explain more. I didn't. Instead, I acted on pure instinct. The soft skin of her bare neck was screaming out to me, pulling me in like a magnet. I lifted my hand up beneath her jawbone and caressed her neck softly, and her entire demeanor changed instantly. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened slightly, and her body sunk slightly together as if all the muscles in her body had released their tension simultaneously. Her thin lips, however, curled up to form a slight but blissful smile. I smiled too. I could feel the overwhelming power flowing directly from my fingers into her body.

"Do you like that?" I whispered, continuing to run my fingers up and down her neck. She nodded slowly.

I let my hand slide down from her neck past the frills of her blouse until it was resting on her chest. Her mouth was still slightly open, and she bit her lip slightly as I started gently squeezing her right boob. Holy shit, was this really happening? The sparks grew into a fire in my head, and I grew desperate for more. I rashly unbuttoned her blouse with my left hand as my right held tightly onto her breast. Her bra was black, simple yet classy, and it was supporting one of the greatest pair of tits that had ever grazed my eyes. She started breathing heavily as I shoved my hands underneath it, her eyes still glassy. They were so round, so soft, and I could feel the adrenaline pumping as I squeezed them together, feeling their natural weight in my hands. Few things in this world are better than getting to fondle a pair of big boobs you've been fantasizing about for years.

I was just about to dive in with my face, ready to explore her nipples extensively with my mouth, when I for one second took my hands off her. She gasped loudly. She looked at me, pure confusion in her eyes as if she had just woken up, then around the room, then down on her unbuttoned blouse revealing her tits falling halfway out of her bra. I felt the panic start to bubble up inside me. When she looked back up at me, however, she smiled embarrassedly, as if she had simply dropped something on the floor.

"Oh, sorry Dave, I don’t know how that happened. I think I should get back to work now.”

She quickly got dressed and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened. I sat still, the inferno continuing to rage all the way from my head to my fingertips. I had no idea what had just happened, but I knew that whatever was boiling inside me was far from satisfied. My urges took complete control of me again. I didn’t pick up my things from the cubicle. I simply walked out of the office, out of the building and onto the street.