by Jay Manus

 

In the morning I awoke to the sounds and aroma of breakfast being prepared in the kitchen.  Sure enough, Jane was there, cooking bacon and eggs, and wearing absolutely nothing.  God, what a gorgeous body she had!  She smiled at me, and we hugged and kissed each other passionately.  Then she turned back to the stove.  “I brought in the morning paper for you.  It’s on the table.  Why don’t you go relax until breakfast is ready.”  Our relationship was now one day old, and already she was being the perfect wife.

 

A couple of minutes later, Jane set two plates and forks on the table, and poured a cup of coffee for each of us.  Then she picked up the frying pan from the stove, holding the hot metal in one bare hand, and scooped servings of scrambled eggs and bacon onto both plates.  As we ate, we talked about how to spend the day.

 

“Today is Monday, you know,” I said.  “I should go to work.”

 

“Why don’t you just make it Sunday again?”

 

“I don’t know, I’m kind of worried about making big reality changes like that.  I don’t know whether I’m screwing something up which is going to have some sort of ripple effect down the line.”

 

“Ripple effect?  I can ripple my tummy, watch.”  She scooted her chair back from the table and showed me how she could make her tummy ripple.

 

“Very talented, you are,” I said sarcastically.  “But I’m serious.  I could do something socially redeeming with this new power I have, like Eliminate World Hunger and all that, but I don’t know what the side-effects might be.  Reminds me of a short story I once read about a guy who could change reality by dreaming about it.  One night he dreamed that there was no race problem in the world, only to wake up and find out that everybody’s skin had turned gray.”

 

“I see what you mean,” Jane nodded.  “It would take a lot of planning to do it right, if you even could.”

 

“Yeah, and I should do it, or at least start the process of figuring out what I’d do.  But I don’t want to start it just yet.  I’m not finished having fun.”

 

“So, back to your job.  Maybe you could just call in sick.”

 

I nodded.  “Actually, maybe I’ll just take the next couple of weeks off.”

 

Jane smiled at the prospect of spending two solid weeks with me.  I thought for a minute, and then said, “I wish that my employer has given me two extra weeks of paid time off, starting today.  Make it happen.”

 

“Good.  So what are we going to do today then?  I want to go out and play some more.”  We had finished breakfast, and Janey was eager to get going.

 

“Construction,” I answered.

 

“Huh?”

 

“Construction.  Let’s go visit a construction site.  Maybe they could use some help.”

 

“Whatever you say!”

 

I magically cleaned up all the dishes and pans.  Then I got us dressed in comfortable and sexy clothes, and we headed outside.   There was an old hotel being demolished alongside Route 101 in San Jose, to make room for a new nondescript high-tech office building.  I thought the situation might provide some interesting challenges.  I asked Jane to pick me up again, and she carried me to the general area.  On the way, I enjoyed playing with her breasts as they bounced and jiggled in my lap.

 

We stopped on the other side of the freeway to take a look.  “Yeah,” said Janey as she took in the sight, “I think we can have some fun there.”

 

“Ok, let’s go in then.”  It’s not easy to cross an 8-lane highway in the middle of a good size city.  Cars and trucks whiz by fast enough to make your head spin.  I was going to do it anyway, because I knew I was invulnerable, but I automatically looked to my left to wait for a break in traffic.  Jane, however, just started walking.

 

Honk, honk, screech, crash!  One car stopped short, a second skidded out and blocked two lanes, and a third car hit the sideways car, which hit the stopped car.  Jane turned her head to look, but otherwise just kept walking.  When she had begun to cross the fourth lane, though, a Mack truck drawing a load of 60-foot steel I-beams gave off a deafening bellow from its air horn.  The driver didn’t seem to be trying to slow down, either.

 

Janey got to the middle of the lane, put her hands on her hips, and made a tough-girl pose.  Her expression challenged the driver: “go ahead, make my day.”

 

150 tons of steel crashed into her at 65 miles per hour.  The cab literally tore itself in half around Janey’s absolutely unmovable body, killing the driver instantly.  The four I-beams broke the chains which held them in place and flew forward.  Three of them clattered noisily onto the roadbed, but Jane had put up her hand and caught the fourth one before it could get past her.  Using her other hand to help, she gradually lifted the 60-foot beam until it was standing on end.  Balancing the weight on one hand, she lifted it up to the level of her head.  Then she tilted her head way back, and transferred the entire I-beam to the tip of her nose.  Her arms went out to either side as she stepped forward and backward, balancing the whole thing on her nose like a circus animal.

 

Tilting her face back had also involved thrusting her chest out.  Janey’s incredible breasts and nipples were very visible under the T-shirt.  But just to make the point, she grabbed the material between her tits with both hands and tore her shirt down the middle.  Her magnificent breasts were now free!  And still she was balancing a 30-ton steel I-beam on her nose!

 

Tiring of the circus act, Jane brought the beam down to hold it horizontally, roughly in the middle.  She then positioned the beam just under her big, bare breasts and started to push upward with one hand on each side.  Damn if the 30 tons of steel didn’t just crinkle and bend around her boobs, until it was formed into a perfect U-shape!  Janey looked at me and gave me one of her dazzling smiles before casually tossing the massive steel beam over her shoulder.  Then she picked up the mangled cab, one half in each hand, and tossed it onto the median strip.  “C’mon,” she beckoned to me, “let’s get going.”

 

By this time, there was no traffic moving in either direction on 101, so we had no trouble completing our crossing.  Cars that hadn’t been stopped by collision were stopped by fascination at what they had just witnessed.  A gorgeous young girl with big tits had stopped a huge truck with a heavy load and literally played with its cargo as if it were a child’s toy.  And she was an exhibitionist, too!

 

There was a tall chain-link fence between the highway and the construction site.  When we reached it, Janey grabbed the links with both hands and pulled them apart, tearing the metal and allowing us to step through. 

 

We walked over to the foreman’s trailer and climbed the makeshift wooden stairs.  I knocked on the door, and tall, stocky man in greasy jeans and a plaid flannel shirt soon opened it and looked out.  If he noticed Janey’s bare, jiggling breasts, he didn’t show it.  “Yeah?” was all he said.

 

“Hello, sir.  My name is James, and this is my girlfriend, Jane.  We’re here to ask you if we can help with the demolition.”  Janey gave the man another dazzling smile at the mention of her name.

 

The man’s face screwed up.  “Help with the – You gotta be kiddin!  Get outa’ here, you stupid kids.  Scram!  This is a hardhat area!”  He shut the door.

 

Jane looked at me, and I looked at her.  Then she shrugged and said, “We don’t need his permission, anyway.”  She used her left hand to grab the trailer door, and using her preferred method for gripping solid metal objects, sunk all five fingers into the panel.  Then she quickly ripped the whole door off the trailer and let it clatter to the ground. 

 

The stocky man had his back to us, and he was leaning over some drawings on a table at the other side of the trailer.  Surprised, he turned to see the “stupid kids” smiling at him again.  I grinned back.  “We asked politely, but since you refused, we’re going to help anyway, but maybe not the way you’d have liked.  We’ll start by demolishing your trailer.  Please get out now, for your own safety.”  Janey stepped forward and grabbed the man by the front of his shirt, lifting him a foot off the ground at arm’s length.  While he was kicking and scratching ineffectually, Janey cut a slice through the other side of the trailer with a neat karate chop with her free hand.  She pulled the metal wall aside, squashing it like an accordion, and threw him out.  He landed unceremoniously on his backside.  The movements made her breasts bounce wildly, a sight which I was thoroughly enjoying.

 

Then we went back outside.  The office was constructed like a tractor trailer.  It stood on two heavy pairs of tires in the back, and two metal legs in front.  Janey picked up the back end of the trailer with one hand, and idly spun the tires with her other hand, thinking of something fun to do.  Suddenly she stopped the tires and squeezed one of them between her fingers.  There was a loud bang! as her slim fingers popped the big rubber tire.  Then she popped each of the other tires in turn.  Next, Janey walked her hands under the trailer until she had reached the center point, and lifted the whole thing above her head, gorgeous breasts thrust out magnificently.  I got close to her and started squeezing and sucking them as she pulled the same trick as she had with the Suburban.  Holding the trailer over her head with two hands, she gradually brought them together, the metal and wood squealing and splintering, until she had easily turned the whole thing into a bow-tie. 

 

During all this, I was going crazy on her enormous breasts.  Looking down at me and smiling, she shifted the trailer’s weight to one hand and picked me up by the waist with the other, and carried us both over to the nearest big dumpster.  She lightly tossed the entire trailer on top of the dumpster, and then pulled my face to hers and started hugging and kissing me passionately. 

 

After a minute or so of that, Janey noticed out of the corner of her eye that the foreman had gotten up from the ground.  She watched surreptitiously as he sneaked over to a large pickup truck.  When he reached it, he quickly opened the door, climbed in, and grabbed something out of the glove compartment.  No longer sneaking around, he jumped out brandishing a big 45-caliber pistol at us.

 

Jane broke off our embrace and nodded in his direction.  The man had rested the pistol on his horizontally positioned arm, and was squinting at us through its sights.  “Hold it right there, you two perverts.  Put your hands on your heads right now, or I’ll fill your faces with lead.”

 

I slowly put my hands up to my head and clasped them there.  Jane didn’t.  She just gave him one of her dazzling smiles.  “Oh, please shoot me!  Please please please please,” she begged.

 

The man frowned and said, “I mean it, I’m going to pull this trigger if you don’t just shut up and do what I told you!”  He was starting to get nervous.  No-one had ever tested him like this before.

 

Janey took a step forward.  “I mean it,” the man repeated, a bit more frantically, “stop right there!”

 

Another step.  The man aimed his gun over Janey’s left shoulder and squeezed the trigger.  Faster than any human eye could see, Jane reached out with her left hand and caught the bullet.  She looked at the hot lead slug in her hand for a minute, and then flicked it between her fingers in the general direction of the man’s truck.  There was a loud “Pfffeeewwww” sound, and the pickup’s left front tire sank to the ground.

 

The foreman saw what had happened to his truck, then turned back to face Janey with wild eyes.  “Why you…” and he squeezed the trigger again.  Janey caught this bullet too, and without hesitating this time, flicked it at the pickup’s other front tire.  It also went flat.

 

Now the foreman was really angry.  He wasn’t fooling around anymore.  He aimed the gun at Janey’s face this time, and pulled the trigger.  Janey wasn’t fazed, though.  She opened her mouth wide and closed it again, catching the bullet inside.  “Kinda rusty tasting.  I don’t like it,” she said, and she spit it out.  The left back tire went flat.

 

Piping mad now, the man fired off three more shots in rapid succession.  He aimed right at her chest, intending to kill her.  Janey put her hands on either side of her imposing breasts and squeezed.  With quick movements she managed to catch all three bullets right between her boobs!  Then she applied so large a force to her breasts that the bullets turned to molten liquid and dribbled down to the ground.

 

Along with me and the foreman, Janey was looking down at her breasts as she accomplished this incredible feat.  When she was done, she smiled at the man again and started walking toward him again.  He turned and ran.  Janey ran too though, and quickly got in front of him.  The man ran into her, but Janey didn’t let him bounce off.  Instead, she wrapped her arms around the big man and gave him a deep kiss.  The man tried to resist, but he might as well have been resisting one of his bulldozers. 

 

Eventually, Jane let him gasp for air.  “C’mon,” she teased, “you wanna feel my boobs, don’t you?”

 

The foreman looked down at her magnificent chest, dumbfounded.  “Hey,” said Janey, “what’s your name?”

 

“Um,” the man didn’t say anything more.  He was still looking at Jane’s big, naked breasts.

 

“Um?” said Janey, “Is that your name?  Um?”

 

The man tore his gaze away from her breasts and said, “Um, no, it’s Mac.”

 

“Ahh, that’s really appropriate.  All construction people are named Mac, aren’t they?”

 

The man nodded.  He had no idea what he was doing.

 

“Mac, would you hand me that gun now?”  He still had the .45 in his left hand.  He just gave it to her.  Janey examined it closely, even to the point of looking into its barrel. 

 

“Hey, careful with that!  It’s still got slugs left.”  He had obviously forgotten that slugs didn’t bother her.

 

“Oh, really?” said Janey with interest.  Then she put one of her huge erect nipples right into the barrel and pulled the trigger.  The usual explosion seemed to go on for a while, as the bullet bounced back and forth inside the gun barrel, between the hammer and Jane’s invulnerable nipple.  Eventually it lost energy, and the sound stopped.  “Ooooohhh, that felt good,” she giggled.

 

Then she put the hot barrel into her mouth and bit off a half-inch chunk.  She chewed it for a minute, and swallowed.  “I’m sure this isn’t very nutritious, but I’m hungry.”  Mac watched in amazement as she finally squeezed what was left of the gun in one hand, allowing it to squirt out like butter from either side.  She let the now-useless hunks of metal clatter to the ground, and then pulled Mac’s face between her boobs.  “Don’t shoot me again, got it?”  She let him go, and with a little knee kick, sent him flying into the bed of his pickup.