by Jay Manus

 

The next day it was raining.  I conjured us some breakfast, which we ate in the nude.  Jane noticed that I was not saying much this morning, so she said, “What’s the matter?  Cat got your tongue?”

 

“No, I’m just trying to think about what to do today.”  I looked out the window at the gray skies.  “One thing I know, I want the sun back.”  Janey followed my gaze and watched in anticipation as I made the rain gradually abate and then stop, and then caused the clouds to dissipate.  It took about five minutes for me to change the weather. 

 

“Ok,” she said, “now you’ve got your sun back.  What now?”

 

“Well, I’ve been thinking…”

 

“Duh!”

 

“How would you like to be on your own today?”

 

“On my own?  You mean you have other plans, and you don’t want me part of them?”  She faked a hurt look.

 

“Oh, I don’t know, I just thought I’d like to, you know, do some other things.”

“Other things, like fuck other women, right?”

 

“Yeah, and other things, too.”  Boy, was I feeling sheepish.  “You can go and do other things too, though.  You can go rape other men if you want.  What do you say?”  I put a big smile on my face.

 

Janey shrugged.  “Hey, it’s your world.  We can do whatever you want.  It’s OK with me, as long as I don’t lose you for very long.  But you better understand, I’m not going without sex all day!  Wanna meet back up here tonight?”

 

I smiled.  That was exactly what I wanted to do.  “Sounds good.”

 

We cleared the dishes and headed out the door.  Standing on the porch, I gave Jane a deep, sensual kiss and said, “That’s so you don’t forget me.  See you tonight!”  And with that, I disappeared.

 

Janey looked at the place where James had been standing.  Then she shrugged again and hopped lightly off the porch onto the ground two stories below.  Not really knowing what she wanted to do, she began to stroll down the sidewalk.  She was wearing the jeans-and-T-shirt outfit from yesterday that had become my current favorite, and she was receiving quite a few glances from passers-by.  She ignored them all.

 

She reached the corner where our side street crossed the main road.  The main road was one of those big, 6-lane Silicon Valley streets with a divider down the center, traffic lights at every corner, and tons of cars crawling along in both directions.

 

Suddenly she was angry.  She was pissed that Jim had left her alone, pissed that Jim, who had created her to be his sex toy and play thing, had abandoned her.  What right did he have to leave her like this?  She wasn’t supposed to do the thinking around here, he was!  She felt like breaking something.  (And when Jane feels like breaking something, watch out!)

 

There was a thick steel pole holding up the traffic light at the corner.  Jane leaned one hand against it and pushed.  The hardened metal bent near its base, its cylindrical shape flattening, until the whole assembly came crashing down across the main street.  Two cars, unable to move due to the congestion, were crushed beneath it.  She pulled the pole now completely out of its concrete footing, and shoved the whole thing across the street, dragging the two cars along with it.  The heavy traffic light hit another car broadside, and its force continued to push the now crushed vehicle the rest of the way into a building beyond the opposite curb. 

 

“There,” she nodded with satisfaction, “now I feel better.”  She turned right and began to walk up the main street.

 

* * *

 

After disappearing from the front porch of my apartment, I transported myself to another street in Sunnyvale.  The scenery was the same as Janey’s – 3 lanes of heavy traffic on either side of a concrete median.  That’s just what Silicon Valley looked like.  I began walking up my side of the street, taking a good look at the occupants of each car.

 

Pretty soon, I thought I had found what I was looking for.  A man and a woman, both in their twenties, on their way to work.  Their car was traveling South, on the opposite side of the street from where I stood.  They were in animated conversation, with the man frantically talking with one hand while driving with the other.  To stop them from driving past me, I caused one of their front tires to blow out.  They were traveling slowly, so there was no danger as the driver stopped talking abruptly and used both hands now to maneuver the car to the side of the road.  He climbed out and walked around the front to look at his mangled tire.  At my mental suggestion, the girl climbed out as well.  I had her stand on the sidewalk, slightly behind her friend, so that I could get an unobstructed view.

 

The girl was dressed in a light blue business suit.  She wasn’t wearing the jacket, but her sleeveless top was loose fitting, and really didn’t show her figure off very well.  I wanted to get a better look at her, so I made her cross her arms and pull her top up over her head and drop it on the ground.  That left her with a rather sexy white lace bra, which only half covered a pair of very full, firm breasts.  Yes, this girl would do just fine.  What was her name?  It came to me immediately: Cheryl.

 

Cheryl hadn’t noticed her own disrobement, because that was the way I wanted it.  But her partner, whose name was Pete, was looking at her with dismay.  “Cheryl, what…?”

 

Not wanting the situation to get out of hand, I took complete control of Cheryl’s mind.  Forcing her to ignore him, I caused her to look up from the flattened tire and notice me standing across the road.  At my silent urging, she took an instant liking to me.  It became the most important desire in her life to be attractive to me, so she lowered her eyes, batted them a few times, and smiled demurely.  Pete’s gaze bounced from Cheryl to me, and his face showed a look of total disbelief.  He tried to get Cheryl’s attention, but I would have none of it.  She completely ignored is words, his hands in front of her eyes, his attempts to grab her arm.  But she did smile at me again, and my heart skipped a beat.  She was truly beautiful.

 

Reaching a quick decision, I took the necessary steps to give Cheryl a million times her physical strength and invulnerability.  Then, when I commanded her to get rid of her boyfriend, she turned and looked him expressionlessly in the eyes.  Pete stopped his antics, suddenly a little afraid, and Cheryl unceremoniously slapped him with the back of her hand, swatting him more than a hundred feet in the air to crash through an upper story window.  Then she turned back to me and gave me a very broad, dazzling smile.  She knew that was the kind of thing that turned me on.

 

I smiled back at her, quite openly now, and mentally commanded her to come to me.  She started to walk, but soon encountered Pete’s parked car.  Looking down at it, she put her hands on its roof.  Sinking her fingers through the smooth steel, she lifted the entire car off the ground and held it upside down over her head.  Then she launched it into the air, so that it followed Pete’s exact trajectory.   There was another crashing sound as it completely shattered the rest of that same upper story window and landed inside.

 

Cheryl wiped her hands against each other and began to cross the busy street.  Her way was blocked again, of course, by slow moving vehicles.  But rather than wait for an opening in the traffic, Cheryl simply picked up the first car by its bumper in one hand and flung it out of the way.  Then she picked up the next car with her other hand, flinging it out of the way as well.  She had destroyed seven cars in all before she made it to my side of the street.

 

And there she stood, three feet in front of me, looking warmly and longingly into my eyes, her full breasts rising and falling gently inside her sexy lace bra.  Without taking her eyes off mine, she stepped closer and touched my throbbing, solid steel cock with one hand.  Her very large breasts touched my chest, and I felt my heart flutter again.  Cheryl’s entire body language was begging me to approve of her, to accept her, to take her, to consume her.  For my part, I was completely smitten.

 

But I wanted more demonstrations of gorgeous strength.  As luck would have it, the building right behind me was a bank.  Thinking about what a superwoman like Cheryl could do at such an establishment, I took her hand and guided her ahead of me toward its main entrance.  She opened the door, and I followed her inside.  There we stopped, and I let her scan the large room we found ourselves in.  There was a single security guard standing to our right, not looking at anything in particular, a row of tellers along one side of the room, and some marble writing counters scattered around the open spaces to the right.  There were also a number of low partition offices, housing bank personnel and customers discussing mortgages and checking accounts.

 

Turning back to the security guard, we realized that he had noticed Cheryl’s relative state of undress, and was trying to decide what to do about it.  Cheryl walked over to him, gave him a big smile, and then snapped his neck with one hand.  She then lifted him by the chin and hung him by the back of his shirt on a coat hook on the wall behind him.  His feet didn’t quite touch the floor, but if you didn’t look too carefully, you’d think he was still alive.

 

For good measure – and I knew this was entirely for my benefit – she pulled the gun from his holster and smushed it between her hands.  After giving the obvious bulge in my pants a rather frank appraisal, Cheryl turned and walked to one of the marble counters.

 

The counters were mounted high, about chest height, so that one would be comfortable writing on them while standing up.  That turned out, conveniently enough, to be about the height of Cheryl’s breasts.  Experimenting at first, Cheryl scratched a groove in the gray surface with one of her invulnerable fingernails.  Then she broke off a shard of marble with one hand.  She felt its smoothness between her fingers for a minute, and then closed her hand and crushed it into dust.  She broke off another shard, which she this time placed right into her deep cleavage.  She cupped her breasts with both hands and squeezed, crushing this piece between her gorgeous tits.   “Do it again,” I commanded, and this time I stood behind her, rubbing my huge cock on her ass as she did.

 

There was a loud metallic chunk sound behind us, and we turned to see that the large safe door had just been closed and locked.  Cheryl looked at me and asked, “Are there any diamonds in there?  I just love diamonds.”

 

“Yes, there are,” I answered, because I knew that there were.  “There’s a very expensive diamond necklace in one of the safe deposit boxes.  Why don’t you go in there and get it?”

 

“But that would be illegal, wouldn’t it?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“But it would make you love me?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Cheryl gave me a big smile and touched my cock again.  Then she turned and walked over to the safe.  Knowing that this was going to attract some attention, I decided to make myself invisible.

 

“Excuse me, ma’am,” said an attendant, “may I help you?”

 

“I need to get something from a safe deposit box,” was Cheryl’s innocent reply.

 

“Ok,” the attendant nodded, “please step over there and speak to one of our customer service representatives.”  He indicated the row of cubicles on the other side of the lobby.

 

“No, my box isn’t over there, it’s in here.”  Cheryl pointed to the 8-foot high steel door.

 

“Yes, of course, but we have to check your…”

 

Cheryl wasn’t listening anymore.  She stepped up to the safe door and stretched her arms out as far as she could reach, until her fingers just touched the two edges of the door.  Then she straightened her fingers and pressed them into the cracks, the hardened steel alloy compressing and separating like butter.  Once she had inserted her fingers to their roots, she began to pull her arms together.  I marveled at her phenomenal strength as she squeezed, with very little apparent effort, until the whole door buckled and then accordioned together, pressing against her soft breasts as it did so.  Once she could touch her hands together behind the huge door, she stepped backwards and dragged the entire 18-inch thick solid steel slab out of its sockets.  There was a loud clang! as she flung it to the floor behind her.

 

Not surprisingly, a crowd had formed while this was going on.  The alarm bells were ringing, and security guards were making their way through.  A megaphone was blasting, “Everyone, step back!”  “Clear the area!” and “Lady, stop right there!” “One more move and we’ll shoot!”  Cheryl completely ignored the scene around her, even as guards tried to pull her away from the door.  Their puny efforts were entirely beneath her notice. 

 

When the first shots rang out, the spectators finally ran screaming across the lobby.  They were warning shots, which Cheryl also ignored.  Finally, a bullet struck the back of her head, but it simply bounced off.  Cheryl continued to work her way into the safe as the number of shots increased and began to pepper her entire body.  She actually appreciated the fact that these frail attempts to stop her were shredding her clothes.  After all, she thought, it was a little warm in here.

 

Having removed the solid steel door, Cheryl next encountered an inner door made of vertical steel bars.  Feeling a little impatient at this point, she simply grabbed one of the bars and pulled it aside, taking several others with it, as if this hard metal were no more than a bead curtain.  Finally she stepped through into the vault.

 

But now she was stopped by a different kind of problem.  Arrayed before her were three complete walls filled with safe deposit boxes.  There were of all different sizes, some small, some large, some square, some rectangular.  Each brushed steel door sported two key holes and a number.  She had no idea which one contained the necklace she was after.

 

Cheryl looked around for me, still ignoring the gunfire spraying her now completely naked body, but of course I was nowhere to be seen.  So, she turned back and began ripping the doors off the boxes.  The small doors were easiest, she found, if she squeezed her fingernails under the edges and pried them off.  For the larger ones though, she found it easiest to sink her five fingers into the middle of metal surface, and then pull the door off its hinges.  She reached into each box and pulled out its contents, looked at it briefly, and then threw it on the floor when it didn’t contain what she was looking for.

 

Eventually, after she had mangled one entire wall and half of the second, she found it.  It was the only thing in that particular box: a gorgeous necklace made entirely of strings of diamonds hanging on a single silver chain.  Cheryl turned toward the back of the vault, to protect the jewels with her invulnerable body, and put it on.  She didn’t have a mirror, but looking down she saw how the necklace settled over and matched the contour of her breasts, its longest strings laying comfortably inside her deep cleavage.  It sparkled in the light, and Cheryl loved it.

 

Satisfied, she unhooked the chain and folded the necklace up between her hands.  Then she turned around and, for the first time, began to pay attention to her attackers.  She was surprised to see that they weren’t just security guards anymore.  These people were dressed like soldiers.  Maybe they were the local SWAT team.  They had all kinds of weapons, from pistols to submachine guns.  It was actually a little hard to see through the smoke.  Had they used tear gas on her?  If so, it obviously hadn’t been effective on her gorgeous invulnerable body.

 

Cheryl decided it was time to leave this place and look for me.  She began walking toward the lobby door, but those pesky soldiers kept blocking her way.  She picked up one man by his collar and threw him across the room.  Another, she grabbed the end of his rifle, which he was stupid enough to hold on to as she flicked it back over her head into the vault.  A third man, she put one hand on his helmet and squeezed, crushing both helmet and skull between her powerful fingers.  Finally she just pushed people and furniture out of the way, sending them flying in all directions, until she reached the door.

 

Outside in the sunlight she was confronted by another scene.  It looked like a hundred police cars, armored personal carriers, ambulances, television news crews, all with their lights flashing, sirens howling, loudspeakers wailing, it was mass confusion.  Wanting nothing more than to be free of this cacophony, she bent her long legs and leaped to the top of the 15-story building across the street.  From there she lightly hopped up to a 20-story building a few blocks away.  There she sat with her legs crossed, waiting expectantly for me to appear.

 

I instantly transported myself to her side and congratulated Cheryl on her exploits.  She stood up and modeled her new diamond necklace for me, and I found it very sexy how it sparkled and enhanced her already fabulous bosom. 

 

I delicately traced its outlines with my finger, feeling the silky softness of her breast.  As I did so, I began to be enamored by the sheer size of her boobs, and I cupped my hands around them.  Then I kissed her nipple, which was already erect and quite hard.  Beginning to lose control now, I licked her nipple, softly at first, then harder and more furiously, until my tongue was moving as fast as it could go.  My prodigious cock was beginning to grow now, causing my pants to feel quite tight.  “Pants off!” I commanded between mouthfuls.  Cheryl obediently reached down and ripped my jeans right down the middle, exposing my pounding penis.  That delighted her, and she knelt down to begin massaging and caressing it. 

 

I was enjoying Cheryl’s boobs immensely, and Cheryl felt it was time to lie down.  There was a large air conditioning unit behind her, which she shoved roughly out of the way.  There was a screech of tortured metal as the heavy unit toppled sideways and rolled off the roof.  Then she laid on her back and pulled me on top of her.  I wasted no time impaling her soft invulnerable pussy with my huge member and having my way with her body.  Cheryl was overjoyed just to be pleasing me.

 

Once I finally came, and we had had time to relax a while, I began to think about what to do with Cheryl.  She was certainly gorgeous, and true to my commands, she wanted nothing more than to please me.  But that wasn’t really what I wanted anymore.  It was fun watching her be a superwoman, and then fucking her senseless, but that act seemed to be over now.  I decided to give Cheryl back her life, and to give her a little gift as well, to thank her.  After a moment’s planning, I restored her to her and her boyfriend Pete to their reconditioned car with the flat tire, and caused her to forget me and all that had transpired since she saw me.  In appreciation, I gave her three gifts.  First I ensured that she would feel aroused constantly from now on, leading to a voracious sexual appetite.   Second, I let her keep a small part of her superhuman strength – enough to make her about ten times as powerful as her boyfriend.  That ought to be an interesting combination, I thought.  Finally, I let her keep the necklace.

 

So, what now?  Believe it or not, I was still horny.  There was still quite a lot of commotion below, so I transported myself to another part of the Valley.  Stepping out of an alleyway between two buildings in downtown San Jose, I looked around.  This was lunch time, and a lot of people were milling about.  I thought I’d do something dramatic for a change.

 

“Ok,” I said to myself, “let all the women within a 2-block radius be suddenly topless, but let that seem perfectly natural to everyone.  Make it happen.”

 

I delighted to see hundreds of pairs of breasts become visible in all directions.  This was great!  A fairly short but shapely blonde passed in front of me, and I began to walk alongside her.  She smiled at me, and I put one of my hands on her left breast, fondling it.  She stopped walking and reached her arms around my neck, and began to kiss me passionately.  Once she came up for air, I put my face between her breasts, kissing and squeezing them for a few minutes.  Finally she winked at me and continued on her way.

 

That was pretty cool.  I chose another woman and felt her up as well.  Then I continued moving up and down the block, trying out any woman I felt attracted to.  Wow, what freedom!  No more wondering what they looked like beneath the clothes.  No more wondering whether their breasts were firm or soft or drooping or upturned or pert or full, or what they would feel like… they were all there in front of me, and nobody thought it at all unusual if I squeezed them and kissed them.  Even better was the fact that all these women were happy to have my attention.  When they looked at me, there was clear, uncomplicated willingness in their eyes.

 

I spent a few hours enjoying the sensations – breasts, mouths, tongues, more breasts.  In a few cases the more sexually active girls would actually lay down on the grass strip and pull their pants down, inviting me to use their bodies for my pleasure.  I was happy to oblige.

 

But eventually I tired of this sport, and began to miss my Janey.  I wanted to tell her all about my exploits, but I was also wondering what she had done during our separation.  Had she used her fantastic power in some interesting and innovative way?  Had she forced men to make love to her, to pleasure her?  Had she thrown cars around, destroyed things?  Did she miss me?

 

So I restored everybody’s clothes (and attitudes) to their normal state, and transported myself back home to the yard in front of my apartment.  Then I commanded my beloved Janey to appear before me.