by Jay Manus

 

Jane and I reached the sidewalk and turned right.  There weren’t too many people out yet, but every male head we came across turned to look at Jane.  Yes, she was absolutely gorgeous.  I put my arm around her waist, just so they’d all know she was mine, and squeezed her against my side as we walked.  I could feel her warmth on my body, especially the side of her soft breast.  It was a delightful feeling.

 

Pretty soon we arrived at a small park.  There was a large grassy field containing a baseball diamond, a play structure, and some benches.  There was also a stucco building labeled “Restrooms”.  We sat down on one of the benches, where I leaned over and gave Jane a deep kiss, one hand feeling her incredible breast as I did so.  So what if somebody saw us?  What did I care?  Jane reciprocated by putting her hand between my legs and playing with my balls.

 

A few minutes later we came up for air and looked around.  Across the field there were some kids playing on the monkey bars.  They were playing some kind of secret-agent or cops-and-robbers game, because they kept aiming their fingers at each other and making imitation shooting noises.  A lot of shooting noises, actually.  What if those fingers could shoot real bullets, I wondered?

 

Suddenly a loud bang rang out, as one of the boys’ fingers did shoot a real bullet.  I sat bolt upright, immediately realizing what had happened.  Quickly, I imagined that they could no longer shoot anything.   Staring at each child in turn then, I made sure that nobody had been hurt.  They had all stopped playing though, as they tried to figure out what had happened.  There was a young Asian woman sitting on a bench nearby, evidently the mother of one of the boys.  She had jumped up from her bench, and was running across the sand box toward the monkey bars.  They all knew that something weird and dangerous had just happened, but they didn’t know what.  The woman took one boy by the hand and started running with him toward the playground entrance, near where Jane and I were sitting.

 

I squeezed my eyes shut.  I had to think.  This was not a good situation.  I was excited about my new power, but it was very dangerous.  I could make things happen by just thinking about them, but sometimes I would think about things I didn’t want to happen, too.  I needed to be able to have a thought without having it come true unless I wanted it to.  We should all have such problems, eh?  But this incident with the kids scared me.

 

Opening my eyes again, I watched the woman and her child hurry past us, and out into the street.  As I watched, I wondered whether I could wish things about my own power into existence?  I looked down at my hands and wished that nothing I imagined would become real until I thought the words, “Make it happen.” 

 

Then I looked around.  I didn’t feel any different, but I figured I’d better try it out.  What should I do?  Noticing the baseball diamond, I wished that it were a soccer field instead.   Nothing happened.  I tried imagining the field as a soccer field, two goals, nets, white lines drawn on the grass.  Still nothing happened.  Then I thought, “Make it happen.”  Bingo! The whole scene changed as I had imagined it.  There were even worn spots in the grass near either goal, just as if the field had been there all year, and hundreds of soccer kids had played each other there.

 

Smiling, I turned back to Jane.  She had been watching the boy and her mother, and hadn’t noticed the change in scenery.  “Janey, look over there,” I said.

 

She turned back and immediately saw the new field.  She grinned at me.  “Hey,” she said, “why don’t you give me some power?”

 

“You want power?  You have more power than any woman on Earth.  You have sexual power.  You can ask any man for anything, and he’d give it to you if he could, just because you’re so erotically gorgeous.  You’re irresistible.”

 

“Really?  But don’t you think my breasts are too small?”

 

That one surprised me.  Jane had large breasts.  I could only admire the way they filled out her short shirt, pulling the material away from her midriff, and not letting it touch again.  I loved the way her shirt seemed to strain to cover her breasts.  They weren’t the biggest breasts I had ever seen on a woman, that was true.  But they were big.  The right size.  But if she wanted bigger, well…

 

“Ok,” I agreed.  “From now on, you can control the size of your breasts yourself.  Make them grow, make them shrink, whatever you want, whenever you want.  Make it happen.”

 

Jane brightened.  She looked down at her boobs, and at the same time cupped them with both hands.  She squeezed them erotically, immediately causing my cock to begin expanding again.  Then she said, almost to herself, “Only a little.”  As we both watched, both breasts seemed to get a little larger.  She squeezed them some more, then said, “Ok, just a little bit more.”  This time, they got noticeably bigger.  The shirt was really beginning to strain now, her two nipples clearly visible beneath the fabric.

 

Then she grinned at me mischievously, her hands still cupping her large tits.  She said to me, “Now watch this!”  At that, Jane’s breasts began to grow, larger and larger.  The shirt stretched as far as it could stretch until a ripping noise could be heard, as her breasts grew so large that the fabric could not contain them.  The red short-shirt had split down the middle, Jane’s incredibly deep cleavage now plainly visible!

 

But she didn’t stop there.  The breasts were now huge, exposing themselves dramatically beneath the torn fabric, which was now fluttering in the breeze.  She kept on growing them though, until they became so big that they pushed her hands out of the way!  Then she stopped, and tried to stand up.  That was a bit comical, as she discovered that she couldn’t carry 40-pound breasts they way she used to be able to carry her 10-pounders.  She began to fall forward first, then overcompensated and fell back onto the bench.  

 

I laughed, and Jane giggled hysterically.  Eventually she got hold of herself (literally) though, and figured out how to stand straight, her proud super-sized, practically bare breasts jutting straight out in front of her, the remains of the short shirt hanging down on either side.  “I’m going to see how much power I have now.”  With that, she headed out into the street, while I watched from my bench.

 

Before long, a gold Chrysler came down the street.  There was a screeching sound as the car stopped short, just after it had passed where Jane was standing.  The car immediately backed up, and screeched to another halt.  Inside, I could see three young men in football jerseys, evidently on their way to or from a game.  “Hey,” one of them yelled out the window, “You looking for love?”  Obviously they thought my Janey was a hooker.

 

Janey just smiled at them and stood there.  The guy in the back seat opened his door and stepped out.  “What’s your name, honey?”

 

“No, it’s not Honey, it’s Janey.”

 

A series of caveman-like whoops emerged from the car, then Janey said, “C’mon boys, get out of the car.”

 

The two front doors opened immediately, and both remaining football players scrambled out, leaving their doors open.

 

“Now boys, you want a piece of my chest, don’t you?  Let’s see you get down on your knees in front of me.”

 

All three of them got down on their knees and looked up at her, their tongues hanging out and dripping saliva.  They might as well have been dogs. 

 

“Now all of you, scratch your balls.”

 

The three looked at each other, then obligingly put their hands in their respective crotches.

 

Jane put her hand over her mouth for a moment, and I could see that she was giggling.  “You,” she said, pointing to the one in the middle, “come up here and kiss my nipple.”

 

The man wasted no time with that one.  But before he could reach her nipple, Janey put her hand up and said, “Wait!”  The man stopped short, his face looking up at her and pleading.  “Ok, now.”  He finished standing up, and put his mouth on her right nipple and started sucking.  “That’s enough, now go away, all of you.”

 

Unfortunately, that wasn’t what they wanted to do.  The one in the middle continued sucking, and reached up with his hands to fondle both breasts.  The other two laughed and began to rise as well.  I could see trouble coming.  There was obviously a problem with this kind of sexual power.  Quickly I imagined all three men back in their car and speeding away.  “Make it happen,” and it did.

 

Jane watched them leave for a moment, then turned to me and said, “Why’d you do that?  We were going to have some fun!”  As she talked, she cupped her humongous boobs with her hands again, and shrank them to their normal, extra-large, extra-firm proportions.

 

I got up and walked over to where she was standing.  “Not the kind of fun you were going to enjoy.  They were going to hurt you, probably pretty badly.  If you’re going to play around like that, you need some protection.  And maybe something else, too.  Listen, I have some ideas in mind that you’re going to really like.”

 

A slow smile appeared on Janey’s face.  “I know what you’re going to do.”

 

“What?”

 

Her smile broadened.  “Your fantasy, right?”

 

“What do you mean?  You are my fantasy.”

 

“Not all of it, though.  There’s another part which is really going to turn you on, isn’t there?”

 

I didn’t say anything, just smiled back at her.  She knew about my deepest erotic fantasy.  It wasn’t just a gorgeous, big-breasted girl that turned me on the most.  It was a gorgeous, big-breasted girl who could lift up a car with one hand, who could squish a gun between her fingers, who could withstand an exploding bomb, who could put her fist through a concrete wall without so much as blinking, and who loved to do these things in as sexy a way as possible.  That was what I wanted for Janey.  And I had the power to give it to her.

 

“You’re right.  Now, come back over here to the bench while I think this through.  I don’t want to screw it up.”

 

We walked back over to the bench and sat down.  She put her arm on the wooden seatback and watched me expectantly.  Her eyes were wide with anticipation.  I had to laugh.  “You like this idea, don’t you?  You’ve been waiting for me to come around to it, haven’t you?”

 

She nodded exuberantly.  

 

“Ok, let me think for a minute.”  I shut my eyes and considered.  How strong did I want her to be?  Well, a human can lift a hundred pounds, or something in that order of magnitude.  I wanted her to be way beyond what an ordinary human could do.  Beyond any human.  Beyond any man-made machine, even.  How much does a car weigh?  A ton?  How about a loaded dump truck?  20 tons?  How about a commercial airplane?  2000 tons?  I wanted all that to be a piece of cake for her.  2000 tons would be 40000 times what a typical human could do.  I would give her a million times typical.

 

Now, what about invulnerability?  Throwing around things of that size has to go with being invulnerable, or else she’d kill herself by accident rather quickly.  Ok, so how can you quantify invulnerability?  I couldn’t think of any good way.  But why not make her completely invulnerable?  No limits?  I couldn’t think of any reason not to, so that’s what I settled on.

 

I opened my eyes and faced Janey.  She still had that look of excited anticipation on her face.  “Ready,” she said?

 

“Ready,” I nodded.  I imagined all that I had decided, and then said to myself, “Make it happen.”

 

“Ok, Janey, you’ve got it.”  Understatement of the year.

 

The first thing she did was to squeeze the fingers of her hand together, where they had been resting on the back of the bench.  There was an immediate splintering and cracking sound, as her hand closed on the wooden slat and crushed it.  Jane looked at it and her face filled with glee.

 

She got up from the bench – and flew a hundred feet, straight up into the air!  “Waaaaaaahhhhhh!” was the only sound I heard, as she waved her arms wildly around, and started falling right toward me!  I quickly jumped out of the way, and she landed flat on her stomach, crunching the wooden bench I had been sitting on in half.  She rolled over to the side, a sheepish grin on her face.  She obviously wasn’t hurt, but she left a hole two feet deep, with two deeper indentations clearly visible about chest height.

 

“Um, time for some adjustments.  Just stay there a minute.”

 

I quickly imagined that Janey could control her immense strength with minute precision.  Also, it had occurred to me that I’d better give myself some protection as well.  So I made myself just as invulnerable as she was.  “Ok,” I said.  “You can get up now.”  Janey stood up and brushed herself off.  Her short shirt was still flapping in the wind, her ample breasts standing out proudly on her chest.  God, was she beautiful.

 

“Now, go play around a bit.  Go see what you can do.”