Original Story: Dr. Matthew and the Magic Electric Fleece Hoodie
Author's Note: Welcome to the premier of one of my original stories. I have been writing NSFW fetish stories for years, and have decided to begin sharing some of my finished works publicly. My inspiration for this story was the Reebok Vector Sherpa Hoodie, which a fellow fleece fetisher introduced me to. Although officially discontinued, a quick search turned up a new-with-tags piece on a resale site. When the hoodie arrived, I put it on and began fantasizing about its previous owner and what chance circumstances brought it into my hands. In my original story (written without any assistance from AI), the fleece is literally too hot to handle. I created accompanying photos using ChatGPT image generator. Buying this hoodie ignited my hobby of acquiring the best fleeces and building my collection. Enjoy!
Dr. Matthew, a renowned young medical professional in Boston, returns home one night to find a box at his doorstep. Bringing it inside, he opens it and finds a Reebok plush fleece hoodie, black with gray accents. A handwritten note rests on top, which reads, “Doctor, please protect this. In the wrong hands, it’s a dangerous weapon.” Matthew touches the fleece, which is astoundingly soft. He can feel a light static charge in the fabric. Taking it out of the box, he shakes it out. More static electricity crackles through the hoodie. Suddenly, Matthew is overcome by the urge to take off all his clothes and wear only the hoodie, which feels incredible on his bare skin. The elastic waistband clenches snugly around his hips, trapping his cock inside the hoodie.
He collapses in his armchair and relishes the sensual softness. Gradually, Matthew feels a curious tingling on his skin, almost as if an electric current is flowing through the fleece. The high pile seems to be alive with a strange energy. He recalls the static he initially felt, and realizes it never dissipated, rather, it appeared to be building. His cock begins to harden, stimulated by the soft fleece and its increasing charge. As Matthew moves his arms, electricity begins to crackle more loudly through the hoodie, the friction of the fleece on his skin seemingly generating power. Matthew is intrigued and wonders how far he can take this. He rubs his hands over his fleecy arms and chest, sparks of electricity visibly popping off the fleece. His cock is now insatiably hard, and he can’t resist grabbing it through the fleece. As his hand firmly grips his cock through the hoodie’s front pocket, a rush of pure electric pleasure shoots through his body, causing him to moan. Now, he really can’t resist. As Matthew strokes his cock up and down with the fleece, arcs of electricity snap and flash around his hand. The sumptuously soft fleece mixed with prickly electricity numb his mind like no drug has before. There is something so raw and elemental about the experience. A drop of precum leaks from the tip of his cock, soaking the inside of the hoodie, tickling his sensitive cockhead, and channeling more power.
He stops to catch his breath, not wanting to bust too quickly. Despite releasing his grip, Matthew still feels like a live current is inside him, like he is charged with a magic sexual energy. Feeling a light pressure in his hand, he clenches his fist, and gasps as bolts of electricity travel down his arm. As he opens his hand, bolts of electricity spark wildly between his fingertips. Astonishingly, Matthew feels no pain from the electricity. It’s like he is manipulating his own element. Focusing on his hand, Matthew visualizes the bolts of electricity from his fingertips fusing into an energy sphere, hovering above his palm. And as he imagines it, so it happens, his mind clearly communicating with the elements and his body. Matthew chuckles in wonderment. He hurls the shocking sphere of energy across the room where it hits another chair, exploding into a shower of sparks on contact.
Now, Matthew is practically laughing maniacally. He has only ever dreamed of having power like this. He stands up and stretches lazily, sparks raining down from his frame. He paces slowly across the room to the full-length mirror, where he faces this new, fantastical version of himself. He is in awe of what he sees. His formerly unremarkable body is now alive with pure electrical energy, channeled through this incredible magic fleece hoodie. He briefly recalls how it turned up at his doorstep with a warning, but he quickly dismisses the thought. He looks into the reflection of his own eyes, which glow white with pure power. He has an ominous thought. The reflection in the mirror is not him. Well, it is him, but a newly evolved, godlike version of him. He thinks about everything he can do with the power. He could dominate anything, anyone. There is nothing he couldn’t have. He marvels at how power has corrupted him so quickly. As a doctor, he dedicated his life to helping others. But one taste of electric fleece, and something dark and sinister came over him. Now, he can only think about unlimited pleasure.
Speaking of which, he hadn’t let himself bust yet. Turning on his heels, he strolls back to the chair, electricity arcing randomly off his figure. Relaxing back in the chair, Matthew decides to try something new. He wants to see just how easy it is to control electricity. He breathes in and relaxes, focusing on the electricity pulsing through the hoodie. An invisible tendril reaches out from his brain and latches on, and he is ready to take control. Matthew wills the power to ripple through the fleece, brushing the fabric over his skin in the most tantalizing manner. He zones in on certain areas, quickly mastering the mental skill of manipulating energy. Coupled with the highly-conductive fleece, Matthew is also in control of the intertwined physical matter. Finally, he is ready to go in for the kill. His mental influence stretches down the front of his hoodie, concentrating on the front pocket, the underside of which is still cradling his raging hard cock. His cock throbs wildly in anticipation of what he is about to try. Precum drips steadily from the tip like a leaking faucet. The electricity surges into the puddle, lighting it up with sparks before the fleece greedily drinks it up. Breathing deeply, Matthew feels his brain communicating with the fleece surrounding his cock, each strand of the high pile gradually coming online for him. He begins with a slow, tantalizing tickle, a tactic he has mastered as an edger. His cock is so sensitive, he knows he can’t keep this up for long, so he decides to just go with his impulses. He ramps up the telekinetic stroking. Making himself shiver from the hands-free pleasure. He experiments with manipulating the pressure, from a light brush to a phantom grip. It’s like nothing he has ever imagined: jerking himself off while his hands rest by his side. And the more he strokes, the more power builds. His heart races as his body hums with energy. Like a storm cloud brewing a lightning bolt, Matthew feels himself ready to strike.
Realizing the destructive potential of his impending orgasm, Matthew opens his balcony door and positions himself in front of it. As he leans back into his pleasure, his mind begins to fog over again. While he remains in control of his stroking, his thoughts become more automatic. The fleece is now mechanically jerking his cock, gripped by the invisible force of Matthew’s own mind. Each pump sends another wave of pleasure hurtling through Matthew, each one building on the last. Electricity pops and flashes wildly, bolts tracking randomly from his body, as Matthew effortlessly channels an amount of energy that would be dangerous to anyone else. Soon, he reaches the orgasmic point of no return, and the charge seems to reach its limit, at least for now. Although nearly paralyzed with pleasure, Matthew managers to lift the hoodie over his cock, releasing it just in time. As the first involuntary spasm hits, a powerful arc of electricity blasts from the tip of Matthew’s cock like a bolt of lightning, seemingly reaching the clouds. He cries out with gleeful pleasure, witnessing his own godlike ability. But it doesn’t end there. The cock contractions continue for well over a minute, spewing rope after rope of supercharged white-hot seed-bearing cum. Matthew’s groans gradually fade into whimpers as he watches the cum fly off the balcony, smoking as it splatters on the sidewalk and singes the grass below. He closes his eyes and sinks back into the chair, his mind blank from the raw power and pleasure overload. He drifts off to sleep.
When he wakes up in the morning, Matthew has a moment of clarity. Considering all the evil the fleece made him desire and the potential for devastation, he has to break free of its influence while he still can. He tears off the fleece in a shower of sparks and throws it on the floor, where it crackles with electricity. After the current dissipates, he cautiously boxes it up again and posts it for sale online, replicating the warning note he received. Although he was returning a destructive force into the world, he would not let himself be the corrupted one.