Chapter 1: Introduction
Charles chuckled, rubbing his belly. He'd just finished another bowl of fried chicken, feeling an excruciating pain in his chest, but it was well worth it. The chicken skin crunched as if cracking a secret under his molars. Sweet and salty, the juices rolled down his throat, calming a hunger he'd lived with for as long as he could remember.
A messy trail of food littered the corner of his lips.
"I need something to wash this down," he muttered, glancing at the TV where Dancing with the Stars played without any sound. Glancing around his living room, he realized that, yet again, he'd forgotten to buy more soda.
"I'm not going out like this," Charles grumbled, eyeing himself in the mirror. His gray hair laid flat against his head, which glistened with a film of sweat from digging into his last piece of chicken. He tugged at his stained wifebeater in disgust.
"I should start a grocery delivery service," he murmured to himself. He glanced at the bulge in his sweatpants, and a sinister grin crept onto his lips. His thoughts turned towards Festa down the street. This would be the perfect opportunity to test his newfound power to get more than just groceries. Her long black hair and perfect skin were already calling to him from behind the blinds.
Charles: *In a raspy and sultry voice* Festa might be hard to resist, but what harm is there in exploring the extent of these powers anyway?