Part 16 - A New Power

"I'm about ready to go back in," Vicky said as she bounced the her feet.  "Anyone want to come?"

"No, knock em dead," Kim replied.  Vicky was breaking hearts all across the cruise ship -- one of the ways the girls were keeping themselves amused on the agonizingly slow return from the Caymans.

The trip to the Caymans had been a blast.  The girls had arrived by plane several days ago.  Before even checking into the hotel, Kim went directly to the bank to address the main business of their trip: cleaning out the offshore accounts of Bob-the-late-rich-ass-jerk.  

The line at the bank was a long one -- perhaps an-hour-and-a-half to see an account specialist.  But Kim had arrived in a scoop neck dress with a hem stopping at the upper thigh, and wouldn't you know it, an account specialist was available to speak with her right away in a private office.  Before transferring any funds to Kim's control, the specialist would have preferred to have explicit authorization from the original account holder.  But Kim made the conversation especially, well, stimulating for him, and it turned out there was some flexibility in the authorization requirement.

By the time she walked out of the bank, pulling her skirt back down over her thighs, she was a $300 million preferred customer with bank-ordered limos waiting out front to take the girls to their hotel.  Kim, of course, didn’t keep all of it for herself.  On the way to the hotel, a Louisa received a phone call from a stunned account officer in Las Cruces wondering whether he might offer a better option for her $50 million balance than a College Checking Account.

Once back at the hotel, the girls were popping bottles of champangne before the bellman was even out of their room.  They quickly stripped out of their street clothes and enjoyed an all-afternoon, all-girl orgy  before heading to the beach for a night of wild partying that stretched into dawn as well.

After the festivities had died down, the girls had decided to take a cruise ship back to Miami.  It sounded perfect at the time, but that was before realizing that it would take a full week.  It was nice, Vicky supposed, to sit by the pool a bit.  But she was ready for a new adventure.  And Kim was ready to go shopping.

As Vicky climbed the high diving board, she felt an increasing number of eyes scrutinize her from head to toe.  She was in a brown bandeau (strapless) bikini-- the type of suit that never looked good on with a flabby stomach or saggy boobs.  But Vicky's stomach was a maze of rock hard abdominal muscles.  And her boobs jutted straight out in the buoyant FF-cup perfection.

As she and the girls had felt several times since their transformation, her boobs felt somehow overfull and at the same time strangely lacking in something.  She wished she knew the nature of those uncomfortable pangs.

She tip-toed stopped at the top of the ladder and closed her eyes.  This was the fun part.  As she concentrated, her supercharged ears picked up thousands of sounds -- murmured gossip in the kitchen six decks below, metal cranking and clanging in the engine room, the cries of cormorants as they circled miles away.  But she screened all that out to concentrate on her immediate surroundings -- the breathless whispers and murmurs of men on the pool deck as they visually devoured her body.  "Look at the body on her!"  "Is there a single ounce of fat on that woman?"  "Are tits like that even possible?"

With her supercharged senses, Vicky detected nearly two hundred heartbeats poolside in that moment.  She gingerly stepped towards the end of the board and stood ram-rod straight with her eyes closed, inviting hungry eyes to feast on her incomparable bikini-clad physique.  She smiled with pleasure as nearly every one one of the 200 heartbeats at the pool began to increase tempo.  The longer these scores of eyes wandered across her flawless body, the faster the thump-thump of the hearts.

There was a day not too long ago when she would have been bashful about putting herself on full display, in a skimpy bikini, in front of hundreds of onlookers.  But the involuntary reactions of the men -- and many women -- down there were just another reminder of what a marvel she had become.

"Average 110 beats per minute!" Vicky announced proudly to her friends below, knowing that the poolside audience would have no idea what she was talking about.  "I think that's a new record for me."

"Better jump before someone gets short of breath," Kim replied.  

Jump Vicky did, bounding upwards, getting a bold plant on the end of the board, and springing even higher out over the pool.  As she transitioned into her dive, she also took in her surroundings.  Back in her old brain, she would have seen nothing during this dive except a colorful blur of motion.  But with her new brain, everything her eyes took in was presented to her mind in sequential, perfect detail.  And one thing in particular caught her attention.  It was on the horizon --on the Florida coast, a series of industrial-looking buildings.  She had no idea what they were, but the sight of them made her feel, well, awesome.  

After a splash-less entry into the water, Vicky surfaced to applause resounding throughout the pool deck.  She ignored it and bounded out of the water.

"I saw something in the distance," she said breathlessly as she wiped the water out of her hair and headed back to the diving board.  She shouted over her shoulder, "Come on, it's awesome, you have to see it!”

Tammy followed her friend up the diving board and stared off into the distance.  The eyes of both girls zoomed to a super-human level of magnification, and Tammy’s jaw slowly dropped.

“Do you think you could lift me up?”  She asked.  “I want to see it better.”

“I dunno.  I don’t want to start extreme gymnastics in front of this crowd.  We’ll be discovered.”

Tammy took another look into the distance and almost gasped with emotion.  “Vicky, I don’t know why, but I need to see this.  I want it so badly.”

"Fuck it," Vicky replied, a dazed look in her eyes as well.   She offered Vicky her palm. "They can gawk if they want."

Tammy stepped into her friend’s waiting palm.

Vicky hoisted her friend up in one hand, effortlessly, arm perfectly vertical.  Tammy stood with her right leg and tucked the left one under her, like a flamingo.  Any normal girl would have had trouble balancing up there.  Not Tammy.

"Oh.... My.... God."  Tammy's massive chest heaved breathlessly as she made  better eye contact with the shoreline object of Vicky's fascination.

Below, Kim's interest, too, was now piqued.  "What is it?"

From up on the diving board, Tammy did not reply, or even take her eyes off the distant shore.  She simply extended a hand out to her side.

Kim did not need any more invitation than that.  Their cover was already blown.  She simply lept twenty feet into the air, landing one foot gracefully in the cup of Tammy's outstretched hand.  Tammy raised Kim up vertically, just as Vicky below her was doing.

An excited murmur -- audible even to normal ears -- went up from the poolside crowd.  Vicky knew in the abstract that their formation -- holding a girl aloft in one hand, and that girl in turn holding another aloft the same way -- would be considered a strength feat for normal humans.  How far away those days seemed to her now.

Kim, meanwhile, ignored the crowd and fixated on the object in question.  "Wow.  Wow.  WOW.  Just when I thought I had everything, there’s something new to chase after.  Even looking at it feels incredible."

"Dudes, what's the big deal?"  Louisa asked as she climbed out of the nearby lap pool.  She had been trying to get some exercise on this claustrophobic ship, but after 300 laps at twice the pace of Michael Phelps, she was not a bit winded, and more claustrophobic than ever.

"Come on up and see for yourself."  Kim offered an outstretched hand from 25 feet above the deck.  

Louisa lazily bounded the 25 feet in the air and landed perfectly in her friend's hand.  Kim extended her arm vertically to give Louisa the best view of all.  The crowd erupted into thrilled exclamations and applause.  Many of them openly wondered whether this was a professional circus act -- one of the many diversions the boat offered its guests -- but, oh, what an act!  Surely they were using invisible wires to hold the formation together.  You can't fool us!

Louisa exuded none of the stupefied reactions that can came from the other girls.  She saw the shoreline object and got straight to the point.  "We have to go to it."

The desire to visit the shore, although voiced first by Louisa, was so deeply felt by all of the girls that no discussion was needed.  The elegant column of four girls broke apart as Vicky launched her three friends up into the air over the pool and then lept after them.  After four perfect entries into the water, the girls hopped out and walked off the pool deck to the thunderous applause of their audience.

Despite her desire to get to the shoreline object, Vicky still had enough of her wits about her to realize that four girls simply jumping over the side would trigger a man overboard procedure, with the ship doing endless circles to recover its lost passengers.  That would bring a level of attention far in excess of poolside stunts, and Vicky decided on the spot that she didn’t want it.

However, looking for a more discreet exit proved to be cumbersome.  Cruise ships are not designed for jumpers: most of the decks are enclosed.

As usual, it was Louisa’s patience that expired first.  And it expired in front of an eighteen-inch-thick steel bulkhead door.   She cocked on sensuous leg and gave it a kick.  

It was the kind of door that would have withstood a battering ram for days.  But against the genetics of Louisa’s enhanced muscles, there was no contest.  Her kick produced a riotous BANG as the door exploded off its hinges.  Behind it was a storage compartment, and curved opposite wall -- clearly the exterior hull of the ship.  

When maintenance was later called to the scene, they were perplexed not only by the mangled bulkhead door, but by the gash in the hull of the ship.  The hole about six feet tall and three feet wide.  The edges of the hole had small indentations about one half inch across.  If the technician hadn't known better, we would have sworn the indentations were made by human fingers.

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A casual observer would have wondered what the big attraction could possibly have been.  After all, a nuclear power is not exactly a tourist draw.  But such an observation would have been lost upon the four striking girls who emerged from the Caribbean waters with enraptured expressions on their faces.

The four hungrily eyed the countless transmission lines that snaked away from the plant.

"It's ..... beautiful," Kim intoned, a vacant expression on her face.

"I've never felt a longing like this before," Louisa replied.  "I feel so...empty."

Vicky barely heard these comments as she walked speechlessly through the scrub grass, toward a spot directly under the tangle of power lines.  The power lines looked, well, delicious.  She raised a supplicating arm silently skyward.

As if responding to her beckoning reach, an enormous, blinding bolt of electricity shot from the power line into Vicky's arm.  While the electricity sent a delightful tingle throughout her entire body, the feeling was much deeper, almost magical, in her breasts.  Even though they had always been firm, her breasts had felt vacant and hungry too -- vessels needing to be filled.  Vicky realized that her breasts were now being given the thing for which they had always yearned for.  And they drank deeply.

"Oh man, oh man, oh man" she responded in bliss.

Vicky raised a second arm skyward, and belatedly noticed that her friends were now nearby drinking up the electrical power as well-- eight arms aimed at the transmission cables above, bright bolts of electricity dancing across their fingertips.  

Vicky slipped a hand under her bikini top to massage one of her breasts.  The mere touch sent explosive feelings of joy throughout her body.  It also made Vicky aware of how empty she still felt.  She began to suck even more power in from the lines.

In the distance, she could see the city lights flicker and go out as the girls choked off its entire power supply.  Delightfully, the plant seemed to be responding by increasing its output, which allowed Vicky to drink up the delicious power all the faster.

Vicky had no idea how long she spent in this enraptured state, but her reverie was broken by the sound of trucks in the distance.  She did not like that sound.  It could only be utility crews, scrambling to figure out why the power was disappearing off the grid.  

Vicky stopped drawing power and reached for her strapless bikini top.  She pulled it down, letting it dangle around her generous hips as her solid, unapologetic globes sprung free.  She cradled her breasts affectionately; they were nearly glowing with energy and her touch on them was beyond delightful.

Her green-grey eyes surveyed the distance, instantly obtaining detail that no human eye could.  There were six utility trucks.

Vicky instinctively knew what to do with her new stored power.  She gave her boobs a light caress and relaxed her grip, by only the tiniest increment, on the power she stored.  Six energy beams shot out of her body.  

Not enough to cook those guys, Vicky thought to herself, just enough to get them out of the trucks.  Vicky had to consciously hold back the flow of her power, allowing only pinprick holes in the dam of her energy.  The beams, of course, were perfectly aimed, and the paint on the outside of the trucks was soon smoking.  Vicky watched in delight as the utility crews bailed out and backed away from their vehicles.

Then, Vicky opened up the floodgates of her pent-up power just the tiniest bit more.  An intense blast of energy shot out of her..  WHUMP.  One of the utility trucks blasted to pieces, flaming bits of wreckage raining down for a hundred yards in every direction.  Vicky smiled.  WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP.  The entire six-truck fleet was gone -- emaciated, burning hulks marking where the trucks once stood, workers with arms over their heads to shield themselves from the raining debris.

"Wow," Louisa observed.  "Did all that lightning just come from... you?"

"Yes!" Vicky replied, as surprised as her friend.

"Did you that use up all of the power you... injested?"

"Hardly.  I feel like I have a hundred times that still inside of me."

"Is it my turn yet?" Louisa giggled.

"Sure.  Maybe, uh, try to start a little brush fire.  Maybe that will keep the utility crews from interrupting us."

Louisa ran her hands under her tankini top and gently massaged her breasts, which almost seemed to ooze with the newly stored energy.  A searing lighting bolt shot out of Louisa's body and landed on the ground a half mile away.  

It was overkill.  Where the bolt impacted the ground, it did more than light the grass on fire.  It looked like someone had hit the ground with an aerial bomb.  The ground literally exploded, large clumps of earth and burning grass flying one hundred feet in the air.  

And it didn't stop with just one blast.  WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP.  She was tracing a line in a circle around them, each blast having the bone-jarring effect of a thousand-pound bomb going off.

"Man, this takes, like, no effort at all!"  Louisa exclaimed.

"Yikes," Tammy observed.  "It's like we're walking artillery batteries."

Before long, the grassland, for a half mile in every direction, was engulfed in an inferno.

"My god," Louisa said, slipping her top back over her mounds. "We're not just strong anymore.  We're unstoppable."

----

As the girls returned to the ocean's edge, the silly impulsiveness of their recent actions became clear to them.  All of their belongings -- passports, the financial records from the Caymans, a good deal of cash, and most importantly, the few changes of clothes that actually fit them -- were on the boat.  And who the hell knew were the boat was now.  It could even be in port by now, with surprised deckhands pulling wads of cash out of Kim's wicker tote bag.  There was no point to going back in the water until they knew where they were swimming.

The girls stood in a group for several minutes on the waters edge, ineffectually debating what do to.  After several minutes of silence, Tammy let out a yelp.

"You can push with it too!"  She exclaimed.

"Do explain?" Kim replied.

"The energy -- you can use it for more than just blowing stuff up.  You can push stuff with it."  Tammy pointed her finger at the sand several yards away from her and screwed up her concentration.  The sand slid away from her into a pile, pushed by an invisible plow.

"Weird," Kim concluded.

"And If I can push stuff around, I should also be able to push myself around as well." Tammy pointed her hand straight down at the ground, "In other words, I should be able to...."

WHOOSH.  She rocketed vertically into the air.

"...fly" Kim finished, as she watched her friend turn into a speck in the clouds.