He wasn't sure how it happened, or why, or even precisely when. From his perspective, it was a sudden shift, but he had no way to tell if it really was sudden, gradual, or even if it was always this way and he hadn't noticed.

He couldn't be punished. Or, perhaps it was just that no one would? It really didn't make sense. It was simple. His hard ass boss had parked too close to his car, and he scraped the paint backing out of the spot, right in front of her. Anyone else would've been fired. But she was just mad about her paint. When he offered his insurance she rejected it, and a week later, she hadn't said a word to him about it.

When he spilled his drink in his computer, IT didn't dock him for the equipment costs. 'Accidents happen.' Meanwhile, his co-worker had lost half his paycheck to a broken screen he hadn't been at fault for.

It made him curious. Concerned, even. Did they all just really like him at work?

He began testing his theory. Bumping into people on the street on purpose, purposefully blocking spots in the parking lots with his unused shopping cart. Taking other people's orders from the barista at Starbucks, and no one stopping him. He got complaints, sure, but no retaliation.

He grew more bold. Smacking women on the ass in front of their husbands, cheating at bar pool blatantly, and then, finally, punching the biggest guy he could who'd just beat the shit out of someone else for spilling their beer on him.

Nothing. No consequences. They were upset, but did nothing. The men yelled, the women yelped, the barflies still paid up when he pushed the 8-ball in by hand.

He had power. Limitless. Finally he tested his theory in a way that would definitely get him thrown in prison or worse. He walked into the police station, found the prettiest cop there, and simply pulled out his cock and rested it on her desk. She looked horrified, but no gun was pulled, no mace, no taser. Just a startled 'Sir!' And she tried to pull away. No one else did anything. No one did anything when he grabbed her hair and made her suck it. No one stopped him when he bent her over and railed her despite her pleading protests. And when he was done, he pulled out, took her gun, and fired into the ceiling. They took cover, but no bullets were fired back. When he stepped away, her coworkers comforted her, but he just... Walked out.

Unlimited possibilities. He could do whatever he wanted. But where will our journey take us?

Shoot me a dm if you're interested in playing the world that can't touch my character, all his victims and targets and general playthings, be it lewd, rude, or crude! Kinks and limits flexible, just hit me up and we'll discuss.

Again because some people can't separate fantasy from reality: Respect women, don't do stupid shit IRL, I do not condone the actions of my character and this is all strictly fantasy.