This is fucking amazing!  What should I do now?  Judy thinks, but she can’t think of anything.  I always wished I was different than I was, but now that I can make any wish come true, I can’t think of what I want to wish for.  Her hand absentmindedly brushes one of her nipples and she suddenly realizes what she wants.  What good is it to be so totally fucking gorgeous like this and not have anybody notice me?  Instantly she reverses her earlier wish that people wouldn’t notice her – and heads start to turn right away.

 

Judy smiles back as several men turn to look at her, and cars on the road beside her slow down to get a better view.  Then one driver, who obviously isn’t watching where he’s going, crashes full speed into a lamp pole.  There’s a loud screech, the sound of crunching metal, then steam coming out of the engine compartment. 

 

Oh my, I hope the driver isn’t hurt!  No, I can do better than that: I wish that the driver isn’t hurt.  Just to make sure, Judy walks over to the crushed car and looks inside.  Help, get me out of here, screams the frightened man.  Judy puts one hand on the door and one hand on the roof and pulls them apart with no effort at all.  Then she rips off the man’s seat belt and pulls him out of the car.

 

Hey, this man’s handsome, she thinks.  Wonder if he’ll notice me?  Wait a minute, that’s the old me.  I’m the new me now.  I know he’ll notice me!

 

Still holding the man six inches off the ground in front of her, Judy pulls him toward her and gives him a passionate kiss.  She makes sure to rub her large bare breasts on his chest as she does so, her nipples tearing his shirt to shreds.  Noticing that the man has developed a hard-on, she reaches down and tears the crotch out of his jeans.  But she is disappointed at the size of his cock.  I wish that were about twice as large, she thinks – and suddenly, it is.  Yes! thinks Judy, and she spreads her legs and pulls him inside of her with one hand under his behind.  There she uses the poor man as a dildo until she reaches a mild climax – her first ever with a real man!

 

That was good, she thinks, laying the man gently back into the front seat of his car, but I bet I can do better.  Looking around, she notices that a lot of people have stopped to watch the scene.  I wish everyone would go away now and leave me alone.  They all turn and continue on their ways.

 

Deciding to pretend to be a normal, though beautiful, woman for a while, Judy wishes for a fairly low-cut blouse and skirt, somewhat revealing, but not too scandalous.  Then she hails a cab.

 

The yellow cab pulls over to the curb and Judy grabs the door handle – which breaks right off in her grip.  Hmm, got to be more careful.  Not realizing that the window is closed, because of a shadow, she tries to reach into the car and open the door from the inside.  But her hand strikes the glass, shattering it into a million pieces.  Oops, she says, sorry!  Then she finds the inside handle, but as soon as her hand touches it, it breaks off as well.  Oh shit, she says, and just pulls the whole door off and flings it aside.  Ten PO Square, she commands the driver.  Yes ma’am!  He guns the engine and takes off.

 

Arriving at the building where she works, Judy says to the driver, you don’t want me to pay you, do you?  The driver is about to disagree, when Judy stands straight up in the back seat, her head and shoulders plunging right through the car roof.  She tears another hole in the roof above the driver and looking down, asks again, you don’t want me to pay you, do you?  Aaa, no, he replies glumly.  Good, says Judy and she tears the taxi apart as she steps to the curb in front of the office building.

 

Inside the building, Judy steps into the elevator with several other people who are also going to the 9^th floor.  They all know Judy, because she is their secretary, but they don’t recognize her in her current gorgeous body.  She does notice that the ride is especially quiet – nobody is talking to anyone; they’re all trying to get a look at this unfamiliar and beautiful brunette, without seeming to be staring.  Judy chuckles beneath her breath.  So this is what it’s like to have people notice you!

 

Suddenly, Judy remembers that there’s a workout room on the 5^th floor.  She quickly punches the “5” button in an attempt to stop the elevator before it passes it by.  As it turns out, her punch goes right through the button and right through the elevator wall and into the concrete shaft, all the way up to her elbow.  The elevator jerks to a halt, throwing everybody onto the floor.  Well, that’s one way to do it, she thinks.  With her other hand, she pries open the door to reveal the 5^th floor, just about six inches below where the elevator is now.  She wants to step out, but then she realizes that the cables have probably snapped, and that her arm embedded in the concrete is probably the only thing keeping the elevator from falling.  So she says to the others that they’d better get out here and take another elevator, which they’re only too happy to do.  Then Judy steps out and lets go of the elevator, which plunges down to the basement.   Guess I was right, she thinks.

 

Now for the weight room.  Judy isn’t a member of this club, but she doesn’t think that will be much of an obstacle.

 

Remembering this time to be gentle, Judy carefully opens the glass door to the fitness center.  She steps up to the inner door where the weight room is, and peers through the window.  The young man behind the counter is staring at her breasts, but manages to ask, hello, may I help you?  She doesn’t answer.  Are you a member here?  No, she replies.  Well, are you interested in joining?  Would you like to have a look around?

 

Coming to a decision, Judy turns back to face the attendant.  I wish that you’d take me to the weight room and let me use the equipment as much as I like.

 

Let’s go to the weight room, parrots the man, and you can use the equipment as much as you like.  He steps out from behind the counter and invites her through the inner door.  On the way in, Judy’s shoulder accidentally brushes the door jamb, and it splinters and breaks off some of the cinder block wall beside it.  Judy smiles at this little reminder of how unbelievably strong she is.

 

As Judy enters the weight room she turns to the attendant.  Thank you, I wish you’d go now.  The attendant returns to the lobby.

 

In the weight room about 10 or 15 people, mostly men, are working out on various machines.  Some are using the running machines and stairmasters, but most are lifting weights of one sort or another.  Judy walks over to a Nautilus machine where one guy is doing bench presses and another is doing leg presses.  She wraps her fingers around the frame and lifts the whole machine off the ground, weights and all.  She holds it over her head with one hand and laughs at the two men who are suddenly pressing against air.  This is hard for you, says Judy?  She tosses the Nautilus machine over her shoulder.

 

I wish that everybody in this room obeys my every command, she thinks.  I also wish to be sitting in a big red easy chair here against the wall beside me.  Immediately, her wish comes true.  By this time, all the men and women have stopped working out and are staring at Judy. 

 

Now, she says to them, everybody take off your clothes.  They all do.  You!  She points to a rather flabby looking woman, who really shouldn’t have been wearing tights anyway.  Go jump out the window.  The woman walks over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and throws herself at the glass.  The window doesn’t break, so she picks herself up off the floor and tries again and again.  Judy picks up a 100-pound free weight with one hand and throws it at the window, shattering the glass.  This time the woman succeeds in jumping out, falling to her death.  Ha! Says Judy.

 

Judy points to a fairly handsome man in his forties.  You!  Get a hard-on.  The man’s penis immediately rises.  Now come fuck me!  She turns the throne into a bed as the man approaches and climbs on top of her.  Wait – the man freezes, and Judy makes her clothes disappear – ok, do it now.  The man enters her and fucks her with all his might.  As he thrusts, Judy commands two other men to come and service her large tits.  They are only too happy to oblige.

 

As her three servants do their work, Judy’s mind drifts back to what’s been going on.  Not two hours ago, she was a frumpy, middle-aged woman, with no man in her life, and virtually no prospects for ever getting one.  Then something happened, and suddenly all her wishes come true.  She had wished for a model’s body, and then for superhuman strength, and now for absolute control over her subjects.  Ha!  She is already thinking of these people as subjects!  In two hours she has progressed from a nobody to a goddess.  She tries to think about what she will do next, but is soon overcome by the pleasure of that man’s hard dick sliding passionately in and out of her dripping vagina. 

 

Twenty minutes later Judy has enjoyed the first true orgasm of her life.  She basks in the afterglow for a few more minutes, then sits up on the bed.  She can’t help but think about the only other fuck she ever experienced, when her supposed “friend” Bob tried to date-rape her over 15 years earlier.  The familiar rage returns, but quickly changes to a sense of cunning.  A twisted smile appears on her face as she wishes her former friend to appear before her.  He does, and Judy is mildly surprised to see that he is now potbellied and almost bald. 

 

Judy throws her head back in hysterical laughter; Bob just looks scared.  Then Judy suddenly stops laughing and wishes that Bob recognize her for who she is.  Judy! he exclaims. 

 

She nods.  So, she says, you know who I am?

 

Yes, what’s going on?  What happened to you?  I mean, you’re naked.  And you’re beautiful.  And where are we?

 

Oh, you’re so full of questions, aren’t you?  I only have one question for you.  Do you remember the last time we were together?

 

Bob nods.  You were being pretty shy then, if I remember correctly.

 

Wrong!  Judy practically screams that word.  You were being pretty mean!  And now you’re going to pay for it!  Take off your clothes!

 

Bob hesitates.  He glances around the room at the nude body builders.  But Judy has no patience.  I wish that your clothes disappear, she commands, and they are suddenly gone from his body.  Bob looks at himself, shocked.

 

Judy smirks and says, Now, I wish that your penis is one centimeter long.  Instantly his dick shrinks in size. 

 

Bob, already staring at himself, sees it happen.  Hey! he yells.  Too late.  Judy has already wished him back where he came from.  Now he’s standing in front of his coworkers again, completely naked, with a tiny dick, presenting his project status report.  He turns beet red and storms out of the conference room.

 

Back at the gym, Judy is laughing hysterically again.  Then it occurs to her that Bob isn’t the only person who has wronged her.  Lots of people have laughed at her, made fun of her, treated her disrespectfully.  In fact, the whole culture she lives in, a culture that idolizes beautiful women and denigrates dumpy ones – the whole culture has conspired to hurt her.  Now it’s time to make them pay, to make them all pay.

 

Judy stands up, absentmindedly throwing her servants out of they way.  All three of them hit different walls, their bodies splattering and dripping to the floor.  She walks over to the broken window and looks out.  Five stories below, she sees several emergency vehicles tending to the woman who jumped out earlier.  She steps out of the window…

 

…and it occurs to her on her way down that she hasn’t wished herself any invulnerability!  Oh shit! she screams, but her last word doesn’t even complete before she herself splatters on an ambulance roof.

 

Nick, the ambulance driver, is the only one in the ambulance when it happens.  Reacting to the crash, he quickly opens his door and jumps out, just in time to see Judy’s lifeless body roll off the roof onto the tarmac.  Holy shit! he yells, instinctively looking up to see whether there are any more where that came from.  Seeing nothing, he looks back down at the body.  Approaching cautiously, he kneels down to see whether she has any pulse left.  But as his hand comes in contact with her skin, there is a blinding flash and he is thrown all the way back to the sidewalk.

 

Two minutes later, Nick’s eyes blink open.  Emergency workers are all around.  They’re leaning on his chest, they’re blowing into his mouth, they’re yelling at each other, they’re frantically setting up the defibrillator.  All Nick can feel, though is a mammoth pain in his head.  He wishes they would all just leave him alone.

 

And they do.

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