By Grayface
Edited by Dru
Jenny had been driving all night she was thoroughly lost. This road wasn't on her GPS, her phone wasn't getting any bars and she hadn't seen another car in hours. She had long since the point of turning back to the main highway, in fact she wasn't sure she could find her way back, so she just drove forward.
The car’s gas light had been on for what seemed like the last 50 miles. Jen was so nervous – she hadn't seen any signs of civilization – that she was starting to let fear’s grip take a hold of her.
The sign was like a mirage. It seemed to coalesce out of the dark early morning fog. And the moment she had pulled into the parking lot of the Golden Apple Motel her car sputtered and stalled as she ran out of gas. She coasted to a parking spot and got out.
Jenny was so relieved that she wasn't stuck on the side of the road she didn't even care at how dilapidated the Golden Apple Motel looked. As tired as she was she managed to pull both her suitcases in the room with her before she crashed out on the lumpy mattress.
"My God," thought Jenny out loud, "this must be a dream."
Looking herself over in the full-length mirror on the shabby wall across from the bed, she was speechless at how amazing she looked.
Her smile spread the moment she took in the rest of her marvellous body. She'd always been tall, but now she can add long, lean, and curvy. She was topless in the mirror, she knew she'd gone to sleep fully clothed. Looking over to the bed she saw the remains for her blouse and the bra that she had obviously grown out of. Her pants and underwear were pooled at her feet as she stood, with the complete opposite having happened. Instead of growing out of her pants she had slimmed down so much that they just slipped off her.
Taking time to really look herself over she was amazed. She had never been pretty, and looking herself over now she had to wonder if it was perhaps possible to look too good. Wavy golden blonde hair spilled halfway down her back and framed her oval face. Large calm crystal blue eyes sparkled in the dim light of the motel room, a small pert nose, wide full lips, and high cheekbones gave her an almost classical aristocratic look, but it was the dimples when she smiled that pulled everything together and gave her what she thought was the classic girl-next-door look.
Her smile spread to a full fledged grin as she looked over the rest of her body. She had always been tall, at five foot eleven, but with a long torso and shortish legs she was anything but sexy. Now that had changed. Her legs were long and lean, perfect pillars of femininity. Wide smooth hips, a taut slim waist and stomach that was mostly covered by the largest most perfectly shaped breasts she had ever seen. They were capped off by nipples and areola that could be covered with the palm of her hand.
Her blue eyes were able to see all the minute details. Her pores were clean, her skin was flawless and seemed radiant. Her body wasn't hairless, but it was so soft and subdued where it she wanted it to be and hairless in other areas, like her underarms and legs. Her bush had previously been kind of on the wild side now it was a nice soft and neatly trimmed blond triangle.
Jen was having trouble deciding if this was real, or just a dream that she would wake up from at any moment.
Jen could hear music. She looked over and saw a bar: Norton’s Bar & Grill. It seemed to have a decent size crowd of people.
It hit her like a ton of bricks, she was looking through walls! And hearing all the people in the bar as if she were there! Her heart leapt into her throat with fright. She took a fearful step back and smashed her way through the bathroom wall butt first. Losing her balance she smashed into the floor, butt first.
Dreaming, she thought … this has to be a dream.
Standing up she checked herself for any injuries. She was fine. Not even a cut or scrape, but the tile floor was cracked from her landing.
Picking a hand-sized chunk of wall from the top of her breast she looked it over. It looked old. Not old and brittle, but old and strong. Her father was a contractor, and she had picked up a little about such things growing up. This was a thick coat of plaster over a wire mesh nailed to wooden lattice in the wall. It may have looked strong, but it crumbled like dust as her hand closed on it.
There was another piece half the size still on top of her huge tit. She lay her hand over it and pressed down. There was a pop as the chunk of wall was pressed into powder. She could feel only the slightest of sensations until her hand was pressing against the top of her breast, sinking deep into the soft flesh.
All the other pieces were too small, so she reached out to and snapped a piece of the wall off, but it crumbled in her grip. It reminded her of dried sand from the beach, from when she was a kid, and how no matter how carefully she tried to pick up the dried sand it would crumble at her slightest touch.
Except there was something else, she could feel it. The plaster … it was a light, feeling like someone trying to tickle you through a long sleeve shirt. She reached out carefully and touched a finger to an unbroken section of the wall, and pressed against it. It instantly cracked and crumbled, offering no resistance as she dragged her finger through the wall.
After what seemed like hours had passed, Jenny could “feel” the wall and reliably, well almost reliably, not crush it to powder in her grip.
She looked at the clock through where the wall used to be to find that only three minutes had passed. What the fuck? Jen thought, she wasn't one to use swear words but: What. The. Fuck? What a crazy dream. How, she thought, could it be anything but?
Needing to get out of the room, Jenny decided to get cleaned up and hit that bar while she still had her dream body.
Why take a shower, she thought, when all I have to do is want to be clean since this is my dream. Closing her eyes she imagined herself clean and dressed in a stunning and sexy L.B.D. with awesome strappy black high heeled sandals.
Opening her eyes, she looked into the mirror and saw that she was still nude and covered from head to toe in a fine white powder and gray grit.
Well dream, she thought, that sucks.
She carefully got in the shower, she could see the steam billowing off her, she could feel the warmth, but it was never hot or uncomfortable. Laying down a layer of towels to cover the debris on the floor, Jen wrung her hair out, the action reminded her of grade school and the last time she had long hair and how her father would wring her hair out for her after swimming.
What really surprised her was how fast not just her hair, but the rest of her, dried off. It seemed as if the water just sloughed off her.
Stepping out of the bathroom, through where the wall used to be, she walked over to where she had placed her old samsonite suitcase. She had picked up the huge suitcase at a garage sale years ago. It was covered in stickers from around the world. When she had first bought it she had imagined packing the suitcase and visiting the countries and placing a new sticker of her own on the suitcase, but that never happened. And now the suitcase was more like an albatross around her neck, a constant reminder of her failures in life. Especially since the locks were finicky and sometimes wouldn't open without a fight.
Placing the suitcase on the unused bed she carefully worked at the locks. Neither of them wanted to give, and after ten minutes of fighting Jenny’s anger won out and she effortlessly ripped the top of the suitcase off, flinging her clothing and sundries over the other half of the motel room.
Looking at the half a suitcase dangling from her hand, she curiously grabbed hold of it with her other hand and was amazed to be looking through a valley of flesh as her arms squeezed her tits together and crushed the half a suitcase like it was a sheet of paper. Just as easily, she ripped it apart again.
Rummaging through her scattered cloths she really didn't have too many articles of clothing that would fit her new dream dimensions. She did find a long sleeved oversized gray henley style shirt that she used to use for sleeping in before she moved to the west coast.
She found a black sarong style skirt. Jen remembered how she had originally bought it to wear to the pool in her apartment complex. The one time she went to the pool and saw the other people, the slim tanning girls, the tanned men, she chickened out, turned right back around and shut her fat self in her apartment. The only time after that she ever looked at the pool was as she drove past it to get home.
The last major piece to her ensemble was shoes! Being a tall woman with a pear shaped body she stayed away from heels. That did not mean to say she didn't like them. The black strappy heeled sandals were an impulse buy, they were awesomely hot, and they represented everything, in Jenny’s opinion, that she herself was not. Except now she was!
Jenny couldn't believe the woman looking back at her in the mirror: She was unbelievably gorgeous. None of the buttons on the shirt could be buttoned up, and the amount of creamy smooth cleavage displayed was mind boggling. The shirt tucked into the skirt only highlighted the dramatic curves of Jen’s body. The sarong clung to the hourglass curves of her waist and hips, and the strappy heeled sandals accented her already magnificent legs and ass.
She was so lost in joy, she was tearing up. With a start, she thought about her makeup and realized she wasn't wearing any … and that she didn't need any! It was an amazing feeling, looking over her smooth and flawless skin.
Jewellery, she thought, jewellery only made things better. Pushing her mass of long wavy blond hair off her shoulders, picking up some dangly silver hoop earrings and a slim silver chain necklace with a single pearl, Jen gave herself the once over in the mirror. The earrings glittered with her yellow golden hair when she turned her head. The single pearl was swallowed in her cavernous cleavage.
Picking up a small black leather clutch, Jen made sure she placed her phone and room keys in it along with her small wallet. She was ready to check out the local night life.
Excitement coursed through her as she opened the door. Maybe too much excitement, judging from the sound of cracking wood. Jen had partly wrenched the heavy door from the frame and the inside door knob was crushed and twisted off in her hand.
Cringing, Jenny wondered: Just how much is a door? But she stifled the thought because, as she left, she looked over the rest of the motel room and realised that the cost of a door was the least of the charges she was going to be hit with.
Walking across the parking lot Jen saw that there were a couple of other cars in the parking lot. They were, thankfully, parked up in front of rooms on the other side of the motel, so they hadn't likely been disturbed by the sounds of Jen destroying her room.
Stopping beside an old rusty van in front of the motel parking lot, mostly out direct view of the bar, she realised she had been listening to a dozen different conversations, and countless different ambient sounds, yet she could follow each of the conversation. And with her incredible vision she again could see through the building’s walls, through the surrounding woodlands and the dark night, she could pinpoint the location of any of the ambient sounds coming from the surrounding creatures of the night.
Jen realised she still had the doorknob in her hand, well … what was left of it, so to speak. Jen was a nervous fidgeter, so the doorknob had been rolled and compressed into a quarter-sized shiny ball that faintly glowed white from the heat of being relentlessly compresses and rolled around in her hand.
She stared slack jawed at the ball of metal in her palm. She could see it was very hot, guessing it must have been very close to it’s melting point, she could see and feel the heat radiating off it. She knew it would badly burn a person.
A wild idea popped into her head. Holding the small white hot ball between forefinger and thumb she blew on it like she was cooling a hot spoonful of soup. She could see the frigid air blast from her perfect lips in a tight cone. She heard the ball creaking as it froze in seconds, her eyes saw small and even microscopic cracks form as it went from near melting to frozen solid.
Smiling to herself she placed the small orb deep in her cleavage for safe keeping as she started to cross the road. She had always been fascinated by larger-chested women who could store small items in their bra’s. It was something she with her small bust could never do, nor would she have ever attempted it. She could only imagine how ridiculous she would have looked. Now though, now it was a different story. Looking to her clutch she figured she could easily stick that in too and no one would be the wiser. Though she thought it would be kind of tacky to pull out a clutch from her cleavage, no matter how impressive. She decided to shelve the idea for now and revisit it later.
Jen was so lost in her thoughts she never noticed the large car speeding towards her till the headlights lit her up like a spotlight. She blew at the car, like when you spot a bug flying near you and you blow at it to get it away from you. It was pure instinct.
When the powerful blast of air washed over the large car it might as well have been a bug. A very small, insignificant, bug. The mirrors, antenna, and even a piece of shiny trim that was somewhat loose were instantly stripped from the car, the car was bottomed out, the windshield cracked, the hood buckled, then Jen’s super breath caught under the car and the car was launched in the air like a dust bunny being blown off a desk.
It was like time seemed to slow down, yet on the other hand time was still normal. The car, a big car, was slowly tumbling through the air like a movie special effect. The car seemed to be almost stuck in the air. Jen willed time to speed up a little bit, and now the car was slowly tumbling. When the front flipped into her view Jen saw the horror on the drivers face. She realised what was nothing but a game to her was truly terrifying to the driver … and then there was the fact that he could very well die when the car crashes back to the earth.
Jen let her thinking speed up so the car seemed to freeze in the air. If anyone had been watching it would have looked like Jenny teleported instantly behind the tumbling car and, just as it passed overhead, she was able to grab it from the rear end and slow it down to keep it from making the last flip that would have splattered the car and driver on the road.
Jenny stood holding the car for a few seconds as she gathered her wits. The car wasn't even remotely heavy to her, even at such an odd angle that should have been impossible without her tipping over. Of course, she thought, the same could be said of her physical attributes.
She walked the car to an empty part of the Norton’s Bar & Grill parking lot, off to the side of the building, and set the battered and creaking car down as gently as she could.
Bill wasn't sure what the fuck was happening, maybe an acid flashback from his younger years. He glanced in his rear-view mirror one more time, yup. The super-busty, super-hot, super-woman … who was trying to kill him … was still there. She had placed his car down in a parking space and was just a few steps back. Watching.
Pulling his emergency flask out – and this sure as hell qualified as one hell of an emergency – Bill took a long swig. And then one more for good measure.
Maybe, just maybe, Bill thought, if I close my eyes and sit here long enough this nightmare of mine will be over.
Jenny also listened in on the bar. The loud country music and half drunken arguments (it was still early yet) had apparently drowned out the world beyond its walls.
Thanks to a combo of X-ray vision, and the rear-view mirror, she was able to see Bill’s every move. Jen even read his name off his driver’s license from inside his wallet, which was still in his back pocket.
Well, Jen thought as she used her X-ray vision to look him over, Bill looked okay. He seemed normal: No broken bones, and the rest of his insides looked, well … like insides. She was no doctor. Though he did see shaken up, thought Jen, and why not? He had been in one of a … well … I guess it was a car accident of sorts.
Bill opened his eyes, and holding his breath he glanced in the rearview mirror. She was gone. He exhaled.
“Hallucinating, that's it. I must have hit something and … and blacked out. Guess I should check the damage,” Bill muttered to himself as he pulled on the door handle, the door was stuck. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement.
“Hi,” said Jenny as she gave a little wave, walking into Bill’s view.
Bill was gobsmacked. She was real. He was looking at her mountainous breasts and then, through a valley of cleavage, the most beautiful face he ever seen, It wasn't a dream … it had happened.
“Oh shit,” he said. Bill was truly frightened, but still turned on too. But more frightened.
Jenny walked to the driver’s side of the beat-up car. She could see Bill was frightened and it made her feel bad. Dream or reality, she never meant to scare him.
She gave a small quick smile. “I’m sorry about your car,” she said as contritely as she could manage. “I didn't mean to frighten you. I mean, are you okay? Not hurt?” She stammered. “I mean, you're not hurt are you?” She was almost ready to cry at the fear in Bill’s eyes.
As scared as Bill was, she seemed so sincere his heart melted. He never wanted to be the reason for a woman to cry. As the fear melted from his bones he reflected that it didn't hurt, and that she was built like a dream.
“Hey! Listen, come on now, don't go an’ cry,” Bill said, almost pleading. “I’m the one with the busted-up car, I should be the one cry’n,” Bill drawled, so much that the ‘I’m’ sounded like ‘Ahm’.
Bill was startled as her face split into a radiant, simply stunning, smile. It was the dimples that smashed any reserve that Bill had, and maybe the huge boobs and magnificent body, but mostly the dimples.
“I’m Jenny, Bill. Can I buy you a drink, and discuss what's going on maybe?” Jenny asked as she watched Bill struggling with the stuck car door.
“Pleased to meet’cha, I’m stuck,” said Bill, chuckling at his own joke. “Wait a minute, I never said … ” Bill’s brain just said: fuck it man, just go with it …
Jenny said, “Here let me help.” The door looked really stuck in place, Jen could tell the frame of the car was slightly twisted, so she placed both hands on the door and gave it a swift jerk. Jen realised even as her fingers squeezed the metal of the door that she was going to use too much strength on it, but her body was already committed … and maybe deep down inside she still wanted to test herself.
Bill got out of his battered car. He just looked at Jenny holding his car door, looking at the beautiful six-foot Amazon holding the large car door that she just casually ripped off his car.
“You,” Bill started, “you can … put that down … just there,” nodding to the side of the doorless car.
In fact he and Jenny walked around his once proud car, a true land boat, the Crown Vic, he explained was a king amongst cars. He stopped behind the car – the damage was incredible. He saw that hands had crushed the rear fenders to the frame. He could see indents where her hands and arms had crushed into the frame, the trunk and rear bumper looked like, well … like nothing he had ever seen. He could see where it had deformed to her body, especially where her huge boobs had caved in the body of the car.
Taking in the devastated car sent a small shiver of fear down Bill’s spine. She was too much – too much of everything. The decision made, Bill was just turning to run for all his out of shape over-the-hill body was worth when Jenny lightly took a hold of his hands so that he faced her.
Jen had always been a very empathic person, and years of retail had only honed her empathy to a razer sharp blade that she could use to diffuse an angry customer or get self righteous employ … er, team members … to get their work done.
Combining her knowledge of that with her now superpowered senses, and thanks to the incredible processing speed of her brain, she was finding it easy to read Bill’s emotions. And what she saw was a man who was turned, confused and frightened. A lot more of the last. She decided to lighten the mood with some flirting.
Jenny wasn't a beautiful woman (before this … ) and so when she did flirt she couldn’t usually be subtle about it for it to have the desired effect, that of obtaining and holding a guys attention. Her attempt to flirt was like trying to knock down a tent city with a wrecking ball. A very, very, big wrecking ball.
“I kind of owe you at least a drink, and more really.” Jenny said, as she took hold of Bills hand and pulled it, and incidentally a portion of Bill’s torso, into the side of her huge breast. She started to walk to the front of the bar with a dumbfounded Bill.
“I. Uh. S-sure.” Bill spoke, took a deep breath, and mumbled, “at least.” This, Bill thought … this can’t be happening, damn it! I’ve got to be dreaming. But in the unspoken hind part of his mind he hoped just a little that this was really happening.
“Bill S. Jackson, are you flirting with me?” Jenny chided jokingly, turning to glance at Bill with a coy smile.
“Me?” Bill squeaked, “Wuh, I … ” Bill stammered and then mumbled, “Didn't mean it like tha … ”
All Jen could think after her glance was, thare she blows! Well he in this case, but you never hear that saying with a he. Like a seven year old eating cereal on saturday morning she was pouring on way too much sugar.
Jen let Bill take the lead, still holding his hand but in a more normal fashion, she blew a puff of super chilly air down Bill’s back. She was glad it had the desired effect, and Bill returned to a more comfortable walk.
Holding the door open, Bill realised that Jenny topped his five-foot-eleven by four inches in her her heels, so he figured that must make her at least six feet tall. Her breasts were so big he found himself holding his breath as she passed through the doorway. It reminded him of his time as a seaman in merchant marines, and particularly of the largest ship he worked on, the Kallisti. That ship was so huge that as it went through the canal her sides were so close to the walls it had seemed as if the ship had shifted just a few inches over it would have hit the sides.
Jenny stepped into the bar. The first thing she noticed was how, like dominos falling one after another, the people stopped talking and turned to stare.
Besides some shouting from the kitchen, the only noise as Jenny and Bill made their way to a booth was the song playing from the juke box. Jen had never been a big fan of country music, but the smoky horns, the upbeat rhythm of the guitar and the sultry voice of the singer were making her a fan. Jen didn't realise it, but as she walked to the both she was swaying her hips in time with the song.
As Jen sat in her seat she spared a glance to the juke box on the other side of the smoky and dim bar, and read the name of the of the song: I’m Hooked by Eilen Jewell.
What a delicious song, thought Jenny as she sat down. Looking over the large room, Jenny opened up her senses to the sights and sounds.
Bill, along with every man (and most women) were mesmerised by her graceful movements, and he would have stayed at the door if Jenny hadn't loosely taken a hold of his fingertip and lead him to a seat in the bar.
Even in the quiet bar there was a lot of background noise reaching Jenny’s amped up senses. Everything from people blushing just from looking at her, to the slightest changes in breathing … to the sounds of clothes rubbing against skin. Add in her own insecurities as she realised nearly every one of the people in the bar were staring at her, and for just a few seconds it all seemed to overwhelm her. It seemed as if an eternity had passed before she got everything under control. In reality only a handful of seconds had passed.
Now Jenny was listening in to the hushed whispered conversations as people were snapping out of their awe. Most of the conversations were along the same lines. The breast men in the bar were over the moon, but men who liked other attributes were not left out of lustful conversations. Surprisingly to Jenny, most of the women were agreeing with the men at how magnificent the spectacularly built newcomer was, although their were a few holdouts who had nothing but scorn for the obviously expensively-built, fake titted, whore.
Bill was mildly surprised to find he was sitting. Looking at Jenny sitting across from him, his surprise vanished, as he realised her breasts were resting on the table she was wearing a small silver chain that was simply swallowed in a canyon of boob. His eyes climbed the slim silver chain out of the canyon and struggled briefly to get over the soft rolling hilltops, but the rewards of gazing at her face were well worth the effort. Even in the dim and dingy light of the bar her golden hair seemed to glitter, and following it almost got him lost in her cleavage again. But it was her sparkling blue eyes that drew him in this time.
He followed her gaze across the bar to a table where a small waitress seemed to be having some trouble, but it was too far and the bar too noisy for him to hear what was said. He could see one of the four men point to Jenny, and the smaller waitress seemed ready to burst into tears.
The waitress was maybe five foot one, and while not model material she was definitely a cutey, if just a little thick in the waist. Trish seemed really out of sorts by Jenny’s presence.
Jenny had been following the small waitress, and knew her name was Trisha because Jen read her name tag from behind, and through her. “X-ray vision is so freaking cool,” she said, so softly that Bill wasn't sure he heard her correctly.
In all honesty, she was finding it hard to be too sympathetic towards the smaller woman. “Before this,” Jenny mused, encompassing herself, “I couldn't hold a candle to her in the looks department.” She turned to Bill. “All I did was walk in, so why should I feel bad.”
One of the men at the table made a comment that Trish probably didn't even weigh as much as one of Jenny’s boobs. They were big, sure, but not that big … maybe each was the size of … okay, they were big …
A different redneck at the table made a crack that Trish wasn't event as long as Jen's legs, which of course, Jen thought, wasn't true either.
It was obvious the the men were regulars and, by their tone, they were just joking. They looked at each other, surprised, when Trish dropped her tray of watery light beer and ran into the back of the kitchen in tears.
“Wha?” was all Bill managed, lost by Jen’s comments and the crying waitress. He knew something had just happened, but he wasn't really following it too well.
“Sooo … Jenny. Are you from Krypton or space or something?” he asked.
“No, you big goof!” Jenny almost burst out laughing. “I'm from Earth!”
A different waitress walked up to the table. She was older, more weathered from years of partying, and there was a certain cruelty in her eyes. She walked up to the table, pulled her pad and pen out and just glared at Jen while loudly chomping on a piece of gum.
“Do you need to see my drivers license?" Jenny inquired politely, giving the silent waitress her best innocent look as she sat up just a little bit straighter.
If looks could kill Jenny had no doubt she'd have been dead several times over. The waitress stiffened and continued to glare in silence.
“No? Okay then. A pitcher of Sam Adams; two glasses; and a Bacon double cheese burger for me. And whatever Bill would like.” Jenny delivered her order, ignoring the waitresses bad manners.
“Just gime a glass … a shot glass, and a bottle of whatever you have behind the bar that’s got the most alcohol in it,” said Bill. His voice was quivering a little. “And keep’em coming.”
“Food Bill. You should eat something.” Jen pursed her lips in thought, and studied Bill for a second. “He’ll have a steak: medium rare. With fries.”
Jenny had seen many sneers and been sneered at by much scarier people over the course of her life, but the sneer the unnamed waitress gave Jen as she left was easily in the top five, maybe even in the top three, of all time.
“Well,” Bill said, “So if'n you're not a space alien, how'd you get … er … do. Ah, super … I mean,” Bill spluttered.
“I don’t quite know,” Jenny confessed, scrunching her face. But it wasn't quite true, because as Jen was talking it started to come back to her. She had dreamt it. “It’s like a dream that you can only remember later in the day … and even then only in bits and pieces.”
She looked into Bill’s eyes and placed her hand over his. “It’s weird. Strange … I don’t think … ”
Bill cut her off.
“Peanut, just try me. I just had my car blown off the road, and then casually demolished! So … I might be surprisingly open to unusual stories tonight.” Bill said there was no trace of anger in his voice, he just wanted to know.
“About the car … I’m so sorry,” Jenny began a heartfelt apology, but Bill cut her off again.
“Jenny,” he locking his gaze with her gorgeous blue eyes. “One thing at a time. How?” Bill was almost pleading now.
“Well, it’s just now coming back. You don’t think this is all still a dream? Do you?”
“Peanut, If’n you’re dreaming, I’m dreaming the same dream.”
“I was in an apple, I was the worm I think … ” Jenny hesitated, not sure how to explain the surreal images. “I was the worm in the apple, but I was me … not a worm … and I was slowly eating my way to the center. I was, like, I knew that their was something awesomely great in the center of the apple, but I didn't know what it was.” Jenny stopped talking as a 'oh shit' look spread over Bill’s face, and out of the corner of her eye she caught movement.
Jen had been so engrossed in thinking about and describing her dream to Bill she never noticed that the waitress had faked a misstep, so she could dump the tray of drinks all over Jenny.
Jenny’s movement was so fast that even though most eyes were fixed on the strange pair in the booth, no one except for Bill could say what happened for sure … and even then Bill wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen what Jenny was capable of.
Jenny seemed to blur for a second. Then the waitress was now tripping backwards over another table, knocking it over and spilling another tray of drinks. Except that the drinks, a pitcher of beer, two glasses, and a glass of clear liquid were all now on the strange pairs table. Not spilled.
The onlookers didn't say much of anything to one another. No one wanted to appear crazy, but they were sure the pitcher of beer was half way spilled in the air and about to drench the strange woman.
Bill saw as Jen stood up and just brushed the waitress aside like she was a gnat. She caught the pitcher and cup of alcohol and scooped the spilling liquids out of the air and into their containers, and then caught the two frosty mugs and placed them on the table. Lastly she caught the serving tray and she ripped it in half like it was a sheet of paper, flicking the two halves into the dark corner across the room where one was now mostly buried in the wall and the other half was lodged in the ceiling. Then she then she sat down and smoothed out her clothes. All this happened in the blink of an eye.
Jenny tried to look as shocked as everyone else, “OH No!” she said, very loudly and enunciating each word, “The poor waitress has tripped! I shall render her assistance!” Jenny bolted from her seat quickly, but not super quick this time, and got on her hands and knees over the downed waitress.
Luckily for Kelly (that’s the waitress) the table broke her fall and her ass absorbed most of the impact. She still had the wind knocked out of her, and was stunned from both the fall and from what she had seen Jen do. She would never be able to say what had really happened, or she'd have to admit that she had dumped the tray of drinks onto Jenny.
As Kelly opened her eyes all she could see was a gray-clad avalanche of tit descending over her. Kelly felt the twin giants as Jen's boobs squished against her chest and actually pressed her arms to her sides so she couldn't move.
Kelly was about to shout for help, but the air was forced from her lungs. It felt like she had hundreds of pounds on her chest.
Jenny only had to take a deep breath to keep the waitress from shouting for help. She covered Kelly's mouth with one hand. “Oopsy! You're very clumsy, I think you need to be more careful so you don't get hurt!” Jenny let a little of the pressure off so the waitress could talk.
Kelly wasn't the brightest light in the house. She would argue and fight with anyone over the tiniest perceived slight and even in this situation she let her instincts take over.
“Why you fat tittied bitc … urk!” Kelly was silenced as her breath was forced out of her harder this time. It felt to Kelly as if her ribcage was going to cave in.
Jenny got real close to the waitresses face, her huge breast were squashing the smaller woman to the floor and pinning her arms tighter to her side . “It’s okay! I know CPR! No need to call for an ambulance: she'll be fine in a moment,” declared Jen in the same carefully loud voice, only this time she was just inches away from the waitress and spoke a little bit louder for the benefit of the bar.
To Kelly it sounded like a bull horn was blasting in her ears. Her ears would be ringing for the next week.
"Listen you stupid tart,” Jenny whispered, trying to calm herself. Her brain was clouding up with anger and she could feel an energy building up in her head as she glared at the waitress beneath her. She was almost to the point of losing her cool, and that hadn't happened in years.
Kelly took the pause a sign of weakness and even though she was nearly being crushed under giant tits, her mouth pressed the attack. “You cock smoking cum spounge!” Kelly could only get it out as a whispered grunt, but she put all the venom into her words that she could. “You're gonna need to let me u … ” Kelly never got to finish.
Jenny head was buzzing. She was seeing red. She hadn't been this angry since ever … and the pressure built to a crescendo as she listened to the verbal assault. Then, for just a second, the bar lit up in a very bright blue-white flash.
Jenny watched as a blue-white energy, she guessed, poured from her eyes. Thanks to her super speed, she saw the energy as it vaporised motes of dust in the air as it traveled to meet Kelly’s face. Thanks again super speed, thought Jenny, as she realised she was firing some kind of laser beams from her eyes. She managed to turn her head and she watched as blinding twin blue-white beams from her eyes drilled a four inch hole down through the floor of the bar and lanced deep into the crust of the earth. Mere inches from the waitresses head …
“What the fuck was that?” someone demanded from across the bar. Only Jenny, Kelly, and Bill had seen what had actually happened.
Thinking quickly, Bill saw Jenny’s cell phone sticking out of her small clutch. He held up his own phone. “I was just taking a picture, cuz you know she’s a,” he pointed to Jenny, “a, uh … he-row.” Bill then snapped a few quick pictures of Jenny as she helped the waitress up.
Now Kelly was scared. As the flash spots cleared from her eyes she looked from the smoking hole in the floor to Jenny's face and realised this was a fight she could never ever win.
Jenny could see the other women's defeat. The waitress seemed somehow smaller as her bravado crumbled.
Kelly was lifted up by Jenny as she stood, and Kelly realised the bigger woman handled her like she was weightless as a cotton puff.
Kelly heard the bigger woman's voice.
“Let me help you to the bar.”
Jenny easily supported the waitresses weight as they made their way to the bar, and sat her on a vacant stool. “She should get some ice and go home,” Jen suggested to the bartender.
When Jenny got back to Bill she saw that he had righted the table and placed it over the hole. As Jenny slid into the booth she looked at Bill. Raising her eyebrows she said, “exciting right?" punctuated it by quickly leaning over to cover Bill’s hand, her boob knocked the pitcher of beer over.
Jenny easily caught the pitcher before it spilled. Bill had an incredulous look.
“What?” Jenny asked with a confused look on her stunning face.
“I … ” Bill dragged the letter out, “well, I just thought the you would knock the pitcher over and then their would be a laugh track, like we’re on a TeeVee show or something.”
“You mean like a hidden camera show?” Jenny said flipping some of her long blond hair behind her back and looking over Bill’s shoulder and smiled.
Bill swiveled in his seat turning to look at what Jen was looking fully expecting a camera crew to start coming out of hidden rooms.
Jenny stuck out her tongue at Bill, “Made you look.” She took a breath before continuing, “Bill I don't think either of us are dreaming.”
“Shit, I didn’t think so.” And with that Bill upended his full glass of clear liquid and downed it in several big long gulps. The strong liquor burned it’s way down to Bill’s stomach and spread like a wildfire through his body.
“Bill, you can call me Jen,” she said, looking a little worried at Bill.
Bill nodded okay, but as reached for the pitcher of beer his hand started shaking. Maybe it was the adrenaline leaving his system, maybe just shock catching up, or both. He would never admit it to anyone, but the truth was it was fear.
Jen took Bill’s shaking hands in hers and clutched them to her her chest, which did take up a good portion of her side of the table. She could tell Bill was worried, she was seeing his body react. It was something like a weather radar, thanks to her super sensitive senses. Of course, she was only just learning but thanks again to her innate understanding she was able to tell he was scared.
And should he not be, she thought? She had demolished his car, without even really trying, and beaten up a woman … physically and mentally … with nothing but her chest. The thought she could do whatever she wanted to anybody or anything she wanted … that thought sent a chill down her spine that shook the booth.
A tiny thought snuck to the surface from deep within the darkest part of her subconscious: I liked it. The prickling feeling in her gut scared her the most. She did like it … she could like it a lot, and there was no one who could stop her from doing what she liked.
Her rational mind slammed down on that thought. Yes, of course … but just because you can do something, well … that doesn't mean you should.
The bar was suddenly gone. She was at the centre, the core of the apple, surrounded by the seeds of choice.
She could tell each seed radiated an aura. There was a seed for every choice, hundreds of seeds, thousands of seeds, the seeds seemed to close in around her but stayed just out of her reach. She stumbled trying to catch them all.
“Hahaha!” the laugh was a light beautiful wind chime that was just outside a window.
Was that her? Or was there someone else here? Jen couldn't tell. Looking around all she could see were seeds. More and more seeds … but always out of her grasp. No matter her speed or power.
She crumpled to the ground crying, closed her eyes and sobbed.
She was ready this time … she knew which seed she wanted. She steeled herself to spring at the exact moment she would open her eyes. Snapping her eyes open, she heard the lovely laughing fade to country music.
The apple was gone. Jen knew she was in the bar before opening her eyes. Bill was looking deep into her eyes, his head cocked to the side like a confused puppy.
“Uh, Jen,” Bill said.
“Yes Bill,” Jen replied.
“Can I have my hands back now?” he asked, nodding toward the waitress. “Our food is here.”
Jen looked released Bill hands, which she had clutched deep within her bosom, and blushed.
Trisha, the small waitress, had been watching the odd couple. She been staring at the tall, incredibly intimidatingly built, blond as soon as she had walked back in, and with Kelly tripping she now had to serve this odd couple. She placed the plates of food on the table. Trish blushed deeply as she leant over the table. Every time she looked at Jenny her gaze was inexplicably pulled to her huge breasts and deep cleavage.
Jen realised that Trisha’s gaze was locked on her cleavage, so she wiggled her torso ever so slightly. The smaller girls eyes tracked the jiggling cleavage like a cat chasing a laser pointer.
Trish realised what she had done, and squeaked out, “Omigod.” She turned a beet red, and in a small quick voice added, “Ifyouneedanythingi’llbe … ” Half pointing vaguely to nowhere, Trish turned to the bar area and quickly slinked away.
“That was odd,” Jen observed to Bill.
Bill looked thoughtful. “Yeah. It’s strange how you seem to affect people differently,” stressing the “a” in affect.”
“I guess. It’s still all so strange to me," she said as she took a bite from her burger.
As they ate Jen explained her dream to Bill. She explained about the apple, about the seed and how they were all the choices she could make. She even told him about the laughing.
“So you dreamt all that in just a few seconds, and here I thought you were just trying to get me to calm down,” said Bill.
“Well I was, but … ” Jen started to say, but Bill cut her off.
“I was scared but I realised something. You could have just blown me off the road like a bug, even if … especially if … this was a dream, and I’ll just go on the record as saying I ain't never heard of nobody dreaming in a dream, or you could of killed the woman.” Bill nodded to the defeated waitress who was still leaning on the bar with a stiff drink. “Easy, if you wanted. But you didn't. And that's what calmed me down.” Bill seemed satisfied with himself as he stuffed a juicy piece of steak in his mouth.
Jen looked like she was going to say something but every time she started to speak she stopped, “But choice … ” was all she could get out.
Bill stopped her with a wave of his fork, “Bullshit,” he said punctuating it by stabbing another juicy morsel of rare meat. “Choice? Sounds like doubts to me. And it seems to me,” he cut into his steak, “you can make the right choice.”
Jenny stared at Bill dumbfounded. Her beautiful mouth hung open. “Bill … that was unexpectedly deep.”
“Well, Peanut, I’ma still gonna get stone drunk tonight. So I hope I won’t shatter your i-loo-shun of me when I’m puking in the parking-lot in the wee hours of the morning,” Bill said, and took a long pull from his beer.
“You know Bill, I didn't look like this,” Jen confessed, gesturing to her body, “before the first dream.”
Bill was using some french fries to mop up stake juice. “I figured that,” Bill told her. He had a thoughtful look on his face as he chewed the last of the steak juice covered fries.
Jen smiled a lopsided grin. “Oh yeah? As I recall, you thought I came from space."
“Well, I hope you can forgive an old man for being in shock and so forth.” Bill spoke around his mouthful of food.
A few hours passed by. Jen came to realise Bill was definitely not a lightweight in the drinking department. He was definitely drunk, but like the energizer bunny: he kept on going. He was currently at the bar doing shots and sweet talking with Kelly, who turned out to be a nice person once she chilled out. Well, almost nice.
The bar had gotten busier now, and was almost packed. Jenny noticed how, for the most part, people seemed to get over their initial shock from first seeing her, though most people did tend to talk to her chest. She was okay with that, considering that before she was practically invisible to most men. She could probably have filled a pool with the drinks men were buying her tonight.
It was just after 12am, and the crowd had apparently reached it’s zenith. Jen had been floating around the bar talking to different people for the last couple of hours. Though there were a few women, the men easily outnumbered them this night. Every person she spoke to came onto her at least once … Jen even found herself talking to a few couples. It was somewhat disconcerting to her, but she thought she handled everyone with great aplomb and the mood in the bar seemed quite friendly for the most part.
Jen was currently at the table of the first three guys she had noticed: Max, Junior, and Seth. They were actually really sweet guys. Giggling to herself, she lent over allowing her large breasts to “accidentally” brush against Max and Seth as she picked up her latest drink. Coincidently, Junior got one of the best looks right down her cleavage. They had taken to calling her Ms. Jenny, which she thought was cute.
Yes, Junior was definitely a breast man. And my gosh: super senses, Jen thought, were amazing. So was super fast thinking. She knew she had to turn her flirting down a notch as even as drunk as the boys were, her flirting definitely had them near the edge. Even people in Jen’s vicinity were getting turned on by her flirting.
There was something different about Seth. He looked at her, but whenever Trisha popped into view Seth's eyes were drawn to the small waitress. It only took her a few minutes with the trio and once she knew what to look for, it was plain as day. Seth was in love with Trisha.
Jen scanned the bar, listening to everything throughout the building, her vision passing through people and walls until she found Trisha behind the bar smoking a cigarette, talking to herself. Jen felt a little bad for eavesdropping on Trisha but at the same time it gave her a small rush to know that she could hear and follow Trisha’s mumblings, all the while carrying on a conversation in a loud noisy bar.
“Excuse me fellas, I need a breath of fresh air,” Jen said as she got up. The guy’s looked crestfallen, so she added, “Hey now, don’t worry boy’s! When I come back, how about we play some darts?”
“And some pool too, Ms. Jenny,” Junior drunkenly stated, but by the look on his face he had something else on his mind.
“When I come back in. Just give me a few," Said Jen, as she walked out into the warm dark night.
Trisha was looking over the trees into the moonless sky, totally lost in her thoughts, smoking a cigarette to calm her nerves. Her thoughts were all a whirl with the strange, beautiful, and terrifying, amazon of a woman. Every time she saw Jenny all she could think of was how small and insignificant she was. “Fuck,” she muttered, “no one’s gonna even look at me now.”
Trisha took one last, long, drag of the cigarette before flicking the butt to the ground and turning to go back inside. She was dumbfounded as she looked deep into a canyon of cleavage.
“What’s your deal?” Jen asked sharply. She was finding it hard to empathize with the smaller girl. Yesterday, Jen thought, she was the one overlooked. Had she and Trisha been in the same room last night most of the guys would have ignored Jen in favor of Trisha. No, Jen thought, the worst of it is this girl has a guy who is crazy about her and she can’t even see him right there in front of her. It made Jen a little mad.
“W-what?” Trish barely squeaked out.
Jen could tell she was frightening the smaller young woman, and if it was one kind of person she hated worse than the self-absorbed it was bullies.
Jen softened her tone and smiled, “Okay sweetie. Firstly,” Jen plucked the pack of cigarettes from Trisha’s apron pocket and crushed the pack in her hand, “you need to quit smoking. If only you could see your lungs you really would quit. Secondly, what's up with the mopey act? I don't get it. You have a guy in there who is head-over-heels for you.”
“Yeah right,” Trisha snapped, all her fear seeming to evaporate, “there isn’t one guy in there looking at me.”
“Uhh … Seth?” Jen said sharply. “He’s got it bad for you. He’s barely looked at me all night. You'd notice if you weren't so mopey all night.”
Trisha looked incredulous at Jen. “Seth Seymour likes me?”
“Yes. He really has it bad for you.” Jen could tell something was bothering Trisha. “Okay sweetie,” Jen questioned, “what’s the problem?”
Trisha looked Jen up and dow. “Believe me you wouldn't understand.”
Jen had to use all of her control not to laugh. “Try me: you'd be surprised.”
“Well,” Trisha said, “If he likes me so much … why hasn't he said anything?”
“Well, my little drop of cuteness, sometimes guys need a helping hand. They're not so good at picking up signals. Maybe you should make the first move,” Jen said, looking thoughtful.
“Look," Jen began, “let's just go back inside. Take my advice: talk to Seth. Ask him out, give him a chance. I’m betting that he’ll be the most loyal boyfriend ever. I mean, for christ sakes, he’s barely looked at me all night.” Jen realised that sounded kind of arrogant as soon as she said it.
“I guess you must be used to guys falling all over you.”
“Uhh,” Jen thought for a moment, “no not so much as you’d think.”
“Okay,” Trish replied skeptically, nodding her head yet clearly not believing Jens answer.
“No, I mean I, ah, I think, I may be intimidating to guys. So yeah, I have to make the first move a lot of the time.” Jen thought she had recovered quite nicely.
“And that old guy you're with … is he your boyfriend?” Trisha asked
“Bill is a friend,” Jen answered, “he’s a good friend, and special to me, but more like an uncle.”
Both women were feeling more at ease as they turned to go back into the bar.
After Jen and Trisha went back the atmosphere was very relaxed. Trisha pulled Seth aside and, after a short talk, Seth was hanging out at the bar near Trisha’s station.
The boys claimed a pool table near the back that also had a dartboard with easy access. Jen let the boys set the table up as she took a quick look around the bar, using her powerful senses she checked on Bill, who seemed to be really hitting it off with Kelly. Of course, both were completely wasted at this point. Trisha and Seth were hitting it off too, and Seth seemed on cloud nine when Trisha smiled or laughed at something he said.
The other patrons seemed to fully accept her once she and Trisha came back in as friends, although she was still gawked at, not to mention mentally undressed and groped. Jen supposed this was something she should get used to sooner rather than later.
Jen never was any good at pool. Her younger sister could have gone pro, but Jen was just happy to hit the cue ball and not jump it. Max had explained the rules, but she had been looking over the barroom and checking on her friends, she just nodded prettily at Max when he handed her a pool cue.
“I’m not very good at pool,” Jen pouted. “Let's try darts.” The boys looked a little disappointed. The fact they really wanted to play some pool was written all over their faces.
“Please,” she wheedled, clutching a dart in the fingers of both hands against her huge chest while bouncing on the balls of her feet.
It was no contest. The boys happily gave into the incredible amount of jiggling flesh involved in Jen’s argument for darts.
Junior and Max insisted that as a woman Jen should go first, and no amount of protest on her part would get the boys to back down from there gentlemanly principals.
“Now, Ms. Jenny,” Max said, "you place your feet like so," as he showed her how to stand.
Jen looked coyly into their faces and then down at her expansive chest. “I’m gonna need you to tell me if my stance is right, Maxxy," she told him, as she placed her legs in an approximation his. “Well?” she asked, giving her tight shapely butt a good wiggle.
Max looked lost as he stood for a few awkward seconds, “Yeah Ms. Jenny, that’s uh, that’s perfect,” he managed to say before sitting down and taking a long swallow from his beer.
Max, Jen thought, likes the booty. Jen held the dart between two finger like an O.K. sign and cocked her arm back. Junior, who apparently had also appreciated her little show (but she knew he was more of a breast man and seemed to recover more quickly from her flirting), practically flung himself to her side.
Standing next to her, he said “Ms. Jen you're holding the dart wrong like,” as he grasped a dart and held it between his thumb and laid three fingers across the top of the dart. Junior held his arm out and flexed his elbow. “You ain't throwing a softball, Ms. Jen. You just need to bend your elbow like this,” he instructed, demonstrating the motion.
Like a cat toying with her prey, Jen sensed an opening … and pounced. She took a step and backed into Junior. He was the same height as her. She turned into him, pressing the left side of her large breast into his chest as she placed his arm over hers to show her how to throw the dart. He was so over the moon his knees nearly gave out. And if Jen hadn't been supporting him, Junior would have dropped to the floor in a puddle of pure joy.
“Now, about that throw?” Jen ask a thoroughly bemused Junior.
Medic! Man down, Jen thought to herself as she helped him to a seat next to Max. She poured both the boys a full glass of beer, and sat down to give the boys a few minutes to recover their wits.
Jen had to admit to herself she was feeling kind of bad at how she was toying with the boys, they were like putty in her hands. Part of it was she was in complete control physically and mentally … she had never had this kind of effect on anyone. And while she may have gone over the edge of good taste and decency, she decided that both Max and Junior were going to have a very lucky night when all was said and done.
After a few minutes, the boys breathing and heartbeats seemed to normalise. Getting out of her seat Jen said, “okay fellas no more fooling around: lets do this.”
Standing at the line of tape on the floor, Jen waited for the boys to gather around her as, just like she was shown, Jen stood and held the dart, ready to take her shot. Just as she was going to throw the dart she heard Bill shouting.
“Jenny,” Bill called out as he crossed the bar. He smiled at the boys and pulled her out of range of anyone hearing. He looked into her eyes. “Now Peanut, please be careful,” he said … almost pleading. “It looked like you were gonna murder that dart. Just remember you fricking blew my car off the road … so all I’m saying is: god knows what you can do if you throw a dart if … ya know what I mean.”
“I’ll … hit something?” Jen asked good naturedly.
“But what happens to what you hit?; is all I’m asking,” retorted Bill.
Jen gave Bill a big glomping hug, lifting him off the ground and adding a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for the reality check big guy. I promise to be really careful.”
“Okay. Be careful … it’s all I’m asking,” said Bill as he turned to walked back to the bar.
“Okay fellas! Let's get this show on the road,” Jen said as she assumed the dart throwing position as she was taught.
The boys looked a little bemused about what Bill had wanted, and they looked like they were going to protest at not being told what it had been about, so Jen gave her body a good warm-up shake, which had the desired effect of making the boys forget what they were going to say. They watched her marvelous body shake and jiggle like no other body they had ever seen, much less been standing at arms length from.
Standing just like she had been instructed, Jen remembered Bill plea. She threw the dart with a light flick. As soon as she released the dart, Jen knew she'd used too much strength.
There was a loud crack, like a glass breaking or a small caliber pistol going off, and he dart board was jolted from the wall. Luckily the music was loud, as was the crowd, so most people didn't hear it, or thought it was a glass breaking if they did.
Only one person had been able track her dart. Jen looked around as the dart slowly flew the eight feet to the board. She could see it was a perfect throw, and the dart was heading right for the bullseye. Jen realised that along with her other super powers she had some super hand/eye coordination and incredibly enhanced dexterity. The other odd thing was how one part of her mind could seemingly watch the dart in slow motion, yet the rest of the world didn't seem to slow down.
She followed the dart as it punched a hole through the sound barrier, the red plastic fins were slowly melting in the air as the dart struck the board and wall with the force of a bullet. The metal tip punched a small entry hole through the wall, but the exit hole was bigger … about fist size. She continued to follow what was left of the dart as it flew across the back lot and bury itself deep in a telephone pole, very nearly going all the way through.
“And really,” she thought to herself, “my throw was so light.” She was grateful Bill had spoken up … if he hadn't she might have knocked down the whole wall.
The boy’s looked from the fallen dart board, to Jen, then to the small hole in the wall right where the center of the dart board should have been.
Jen sandwiching herself between the boys by putting her arms around their shoulders and hugging them to her. “Let’s play some pool guys,” she suggested.
It wouldn't be until early the next afternoon, when the Trisha would get in for her next shift, that she would notice light streaming in from hole that anyone would start to fit some of the pieces together regarding the dartboards fate.
Oh … how the boys wanted to play pool. It was so easy to derail their thoughts. Well, Jen thought, it helped that they were fairly drunk at this point. Contact with her almost seemed to shock them into a trance as she lead them to the pool table.
The table they had staked out was still free, as most of the bar patrons (while friendly) were giving her a wide berth.
“Okay boy’s, I’m going to refill the pitcher. You guys get the table set up,” she said, carrying the empty pitcher over to the bar.
Stopping next to Bill, Jen placed the pitcher on the bar. Bill, turning from talking to Kelly to look at Jen, practically glowered at her.
“Well … I was careful,” Jen pleaded.
“If that's true,” Bill said, “I hate to see what would happen if’n you weren't careful.”
“We can go look over your car again, if you’d like,” Jen retorted, sharper than she meant it to sound.
“Point taken,” replied Bill in a drunkenly hurt tone.
Jen leant between Bill and Kelly, her large breast pressed over their shoulders and back as she kissed Bill on the cheek. “I'm sorry Bill," she whispered, "I didn't mean it like that! I really was trying to be careful … it’s just all so new for me. Please don't be mad."
“Oh, how the heck can I stay angry with you, Peanut?"
Jen listened to Kelly’s vitals the whole time while talking to Bill, especially taking note when she leant in on them. Jen thought she still sensed fear, along with some lust and a lot of envy, as her breast pressed into the woman. But it was hard to read her. Partly because she was still learning, and partly because kelly was maybe half a drink away from blacking out.
“Thanks Bill,” Jen said in his ear.
Turning to Kelly, Jen whispered. “Treat Bill good.” Kelly couldn't tell if Jen was asking her, or giving a command. Lord knows she didn't want to piss of that woman again! Not that she didn't like Bill, or was planning to hurt him … but if she bad been all such thoughts ceased. Drunk as she was, she wasn't stupid.
Jen returned to her boys with the pitcher of cold beery goodness.
“Okay Jen, you're up,” Max told her as he handed her the cue stick. “You want to break?”
“You can break,” Jen said, “I was never any good at that.” Although now, as jen looked over the table, it seemed as if she would know exactly where to place the cue stick and ball to start the game. She decided that she would try very hard to go super-easy with the boys, because she had realised she could probably play the game better than a pro now. But there was one small problem she hadn't taken into consideration, or rather … two large problems.
“I’m stripes right?” Jen asked, as she took the stick and looked over the table for a shot. It was almost like there was a neon sign flashing over the shot she wanted to take. Leaning over the table, her huge breasts pooled beneath her and covered some of the balls, the sides of her breast got in her way as she tried various positions to hold the cue stick.
Jen was facing the back of the bar, so only Junior and Max, and Trisha who was refreshing the groups beers, got the full frontal view.
Jen sensed a change in the air. The bar got a lot quieter, and her super hearing heard an almost collective gasp as she tried to find a position to hold the cue stick where her breast were not in the way. After a few seconds, Jen realised the effect she was having.
The view from behind Jen was no less as stunning than that from in front. Her long pillar-like legs stretched up to her perfect and full bottom. Her slim waist was partly overshadowed by a plethora of side boob that squished against her arms as she tried to take a shot … shiny golden yellow hair spread over her back. She was, put simply a goddess from any side.
“Oops,” she said, playfully covering her mouth with her hand as she looked in to the wide eyed slack jawed faces of her new friends.
Jen had never been the the cause of sexual tension before tonight, as she was now,
and she was a little heady as she realised again how much she was turning people on with her flirting. in fact the few times in Jen’s life where she was the complete and total center of attention was either one of two reasons. 1. she was so drunk and doing something drunkenly outrageous that she was embarrassed for months afterwards or, 2. When she had to be all alpha bitch at work and since she was an awkward alpha bitch at best her alpha bitching never worked out quite like she would have hoped.
Junior excused himself as he stumbled off to the bathroom, and Max looked like he was going to faint, the look on Trisha’s face who had just come by the check on her friends, was pure awe with how easily Jen could dominate the room of people.
From behind Jen was no less an awesome sight to behold the way she had bent over the pool table, the fabric of her dress stretched over her pillar like legs, the black material stretched taut over her tight shapely butt, her her hourglass figure was incredible from behind, but even from behind her huge breast stuck out from the side and as she bent over some people got a brief glimpse of under boob.
Jen didn't know what to do or how act. She realised that maybe she had pushed things too far, but she didn't know how to recover. This whole being so over the top sexy thing was new to her. She was realising she had a lot to learn as she awkwardly sat down at the table her boys had staked out nearby as she waited for not only her boys to regroup and recover, but for all the people who were watching too.
Closing her eyes, Jen just listened. But not to the bar. She had a good idea of what, not just Junior, but a few other in the room were doing … and she thought they deserved some privacy.
In the immediate vicinity she heard the nocturnal creatures in the light woods around the bar. Insects, birds, and rodents … hundreds of distinct sounds. And she could follow all of them. Expanding her listening radius, she listened in on the Apple Motel. The night time desk clerk was a young woman, judging from the sound of her voice on the phone. Only two rooms besides hers were occupied, and one occupant was asleep. The other was watching a T.V.
Then Jen heard motorcycles. There were eight of them, with ten riders. Just by listening to the sounds the riders made, she heard their grunts from the bikes, their voices from their sparse shouts, even their breathing, heart beats, and other bodily functions if she wanted, Jen was certain that there were seven men and three women. They were pulling into the parking lot of Norton’s Bar, and she felt so confident in her super-hearinf, she didn't even check with her x-ray vision.
The tension that had gripped the bar was broken. Unfortunately it was broken by the Renegade Road Reapers, or the tri R.’s as they liked to call themselves. a notorious biker gang operating in the Greater Custer country area.
As the bikers, eight of them, piled in to the bar, Jen could definitely sense a new tension across the bar the moment the first of the bikers was spotted.
As the rough looking bunch piled into the bar they didn't look around to much. They put two tables together across from the booth that Jen and Bill had started their night out in.
Mr and Mrs Francis were easily the two oldest people in the bar, being in their seventies. They had been coming to Norton’s for decades and sitting in the same seats at that entire time. “Awe snap,” Mrs Francis whispered to Mr Francis, “an they only just got the repairs done from the last time Derek and his bunch were here. I think we should leave.”
Mr. Francis turned around on the stool so his back was to the bar, turning his head to his wife of near fifty years. “Naah, I think I’ma stay an' see how this is gonna play out. Though if ya’ wants to wait in the car, the door’s that-a-way,” He nodded toward the front door. “This,” he nodded to where Jen currently sat, “is going to be the most interesting and exciting thing in years! an' I ain't gonna miss out.”
Well, for once Mrs. Francis couldn't argue with her husbands logic. And like him, she swiveled her seat to watch the action that was going to unfold.
Jen, with her eye’s still closed, could sense the mood change in the bar. Some people were trying to surreptitiously leave without attracting attention from the bikers, while others wanted to see what happened when the bikers noticed her undeniable presence.
Junior sat in his seat, slapping a drunk Max on the shoulder as he said said, “Dude: now ain't the time to be passing out.”
Max looked over, and once he saw the Triple R’s his whole demeanor changed, he seemed more alert and nervous. “Fucking ass balls … ”
Junior just turned from Max’s gaze to look at Jen, such was their years of friendship that Max knew exactly what Junior was thinking. “Ms. Jen we gotta get Seth. Ya see, Derek went out with Trisha in high school, till she dumped him, and he ain't never forgiven her. Hell, the last time they were here, Trisha managed to get out without being seen … but they still trashed the place. They even sent Terrance, the cook, to the hospital,” he explained, telling the whole story to her cleavage.
“Yeah,” said Max. “If Derek tries something with Trisha, well … we got Seth’s back.”
“Have fun storming the castle,” Jen said to the boys. Her mind was racing as she scanned over the crowd. The sense she got was nervousness and fear. Whoever this Derek and his bikers were, thought Jen as she listened on, they really had the crowd worried.
In the bar's kitchen, Jen listened in on Trisha, Terrance (the cook/bouncer), Peter (his helper/dishwasher), and discovered they were really nervous. They were talking quietly about calling the sheriff … except that the gang hadn't done anything yet. Heck, they hadn't even ordered any drinks as of yet.
Trisha was past nervous and well into outright fear as she walked out to where the bikers were sitting. Kelly usually handled the gang and the more rowdy customers, but she was half pissed at the bar. So Trisha had to take their orders.
Jen’s first reaction was to copy the crowd and try to scrunch in her seat,. Trisha walked across the bar and Jen clearly saw the poor girl was practically quaking in fear, each step was torture.
As she walked across the dining room from her station at the bar, Trisha glanced over to Jen, only for Jen to catch her eye and wink. Trisha couldn't say why, but she felt better. It was almost as if the bigger woman was saying, 'Don't worry! I’ve got your back!', all with a simple wink and a reassuring smile.
What, Jen asked herself, do I have to worry about? I’ve been in complete control the whole night. This has been like a wonderful dream and those scuz bags aren't going to ruin it!
Sitting up straight in her seat, Jen caught Trisha’s eye and gave her an even more reassuring smile as she tried to radiate a poised calm confidence for herself and those around her.
Looking over the newcomers, Jen had to admit they did look like something right out of a TV show. Most all of them had some sort of weapon hidden on themselves. She counted eight guns and four knives. The leader, Derek, was a tall wiry man, with close cropped hair and a high forehead. Jen picked him out with her X-ray vision by reading his drivers license (while it was in his wallet, which was in his pocket). She watched as the gang chased a couple away from their table so they could set up three tables end to end.
One of the tables the gang needed had been occupied by the innocent couple, so the gang had just picked up the table, food an all, and moved it to where they were setting up at.
The couple were in their early 40’s. The man started to protest, but the bikers just stared him down as they antagonistically munched on the couples food. The man practically threw a wad of cash at Trisha, mumbling something about keeping the change as he and his partner bolted out the front door.
That couple had come in just an hour ago and Jen hadn't really got to know them, although the guy had nearly fallen out of his seat trying to stare at Jen, and the few time the lady was looking in Jens direction she glared daggers at her and made snide comments … not just about her, but about Trisha too. And so Jen didn't feel too bad as the couple were chased away.
By the time Trisha realised what the wadded up cash was, it was too late to give it back as the couple was out the door and long gone.
“Hey Trish,” one of the bikers called out. He was in his early 20’s, blond hair, square jaw … even with the tattoos she would have found him attractive, if he cleaned himself up and got rid of the arrogant look and attitude. “If you're gonna give their money back you should give it to me, ya know, since we did the work, an' all.”
Trisha turned and looked him right in the eyes. “Actually, it wasn't enough to cover their bill, so I’m gonna add the other $23 to yours,” she told him as she handed a menu to the pretty boy. Sliding quickly past the stunned pretty boy biker, she handed the rest of the menus out to the others. She quickly glanced over to where Jen was.
It was a tense few seconds as the other bikers waited for Derek’s reaction before they responded. Derek laughed, overly hard. “She got ya there, ya dumb fuck.”
Trisha took drink orders with no further incident: three pitchers of beer. She made it back to the bar before letting out a deep breath.
“See! It was easy. Just stay confident girl,” Trisha said to herself as she got the pitchers and mugs for the large group.
The bikers were in a silent and brooding mood. They didn't say much and Jen figured they must have been on the road for hours, because they were dirty and smelled like gas, asphalt, and sweat.
Jen wanted to act, to do something … there was something off about the gang. With her natural empathy and amped up senses, it was so easy to read the bikers. They were bad news. It was just that she wasn't sure what she should do, could do, or more to the point: what she was willing to do.
For the time being she was willing to follow her older brothers advice from long ago. James had just enlisted, and only had a few days home before boot camp. Big bones ran in Jenny’s family. She was nearly six foot tall at 16, her older brother at 19 was six foot four and built like a linebacker. Unfortunately, the women in her family also tended toward looking like linebackers too.
High school wasn't a kind period for her, being tall, big boned, and not perfectly proportioned. But Jenny was raised in a loving family, and her big bro was mildly popular due to his actually being a linebacker on the football team. As big as he was he never picked on her, or anyone else, at school. At home their was the usual sibling bickering, but nothing very bad. In fact, he would often stand up to bullies at school to protect her.
Jenny had been in her room, crying after one particularly hard day. It wasn't because she was picked on, but her boyfriend dumped her. And right after she had stood up to a bully for him, just like her brother would.
James knocked and came in her room sitting next to her. “Jen-jen … ” James started, then paused thinking. “Guys are different, Sis. Next time, let your boyfriend do the standing up! You can stand behind him and let it be known that you're there, but let him set that boundary. Ya see, most guy’s have a thing about protecting their girl.”
Jen smiled holding back tears as she thought back to that day a bittersweet memory as James was killed in the occupation of Iraq the next year. But he was right, as loathe as young Jenny was to admit it. His advice paid off most of the time.
Jen stayed in her seat, letting the boys handle the situation for the moment. She did some research on the Renegade Road Reapers on her phone. As an interesting side thought, the bar had very good wifi.
Max, Junior, and Seth were at the bar. Jen could tell they were scared but they put on a good front for Trisha. They were talking to Bill who downed his current drink, looked over to Jen, and made ready to help the boys if needs be.
“Wow,” thought Jen. Her search on the Renegade Road Reapers had revealed a few news articles on them, and the gang was bad news indeed. Scary bad news. But she wasn't too worried about them She was sure she could react with more than enough time to help her friends.
Trisha returned with pitchers of beer and mugs. She was attempting to take further orders when one of the biker women interrupted. She was about Trisha's size, but with a hard thin look to her, and her short brown hair was stringy, her cheeks sunken, her lips too thin, and her skin sallow. All dressed in black riding leathers, and the vest with the back patch depicting a skeletal cowboy on a motorcycle, she was sitting to the right of Derek, who was at the head of the table.
“Hey Trisha,” the biker chick sneered her name, “my glass … it’s dirty.” She held up the frosted mug in the crook of one finger.
Trisha looked mildly shocked. "Um … okay. It came right out of the freezer … but I guess it could be dirty." She surprised herself at how easy the words slipped out. It felt good, not being afraid. Turning to the bar she let her gaze linger on Jen for a second.
Derek asked leaning over to ask the hard ass chick with the dirty mug.
“Hay Betts … is it me or are you dips noticing everyone keeps glancing at the pool tables?”
“I don’t know Dee, but that bitch better fucking hurry a clean fucking mug out here or I'ma … ”
Derek cut her off, leaning over and talking softly. “Betts, I fucking told you … you need to pay attention to what's going around you and not be so fucking single minded. If you want to go anyplace with the bigger clubs, you gots to know how to read people.”
She just stared at him in confusion.
“X-ray vision was a strange beast,” Jen thought as she studied the rest of the gang, all the while staring at, well … staring through her smartphone, and the small crowd of people that blocked her from view. It was as if her view was unobstructed, yet she knew the phone was in front of her, and the small crowd of people too, and a part of her brain was still able to focus and use her phone and register all the people in the bar, including her friends.
As she studied the gang members, she “looked” through them. She could see their organs working, the blood pumping through veins, muscles flexing. The most interesting was the brain. Jen was enraptured as she tried to understand what she was seeing.
“Holy shit Trisha,” said Seth as she came back smiling a big grin. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m kinda scared, but I knew you guys were here and well, with Jen over there … ”
Kelly picked her head up out of the puddle of drool on the bar, a string of saliva hung from bottom lip her as head bobbed and swayed. “You twat,” she slurred, looking at Trisha. “Thems guys, er … bikers … they ain't a joke.”
Bill tried to calm her down, but she was having none of it.
“No you don’t undershtand!” she said, trying to shake loose from Bill who was trying to steady her. “The reasons I get a-along wit them is cuz I don't give em any real shit back. Them guyz ain't no joke, an what ya gonna do when she,” she pointed over to Jen, “ain't here ta prtects ya alls? What then dumb asses?”
Kelly calmed down, sat back on her stool, and turned around to lay her head back on the bar. As she lay her head down she mumbled, “Anyhow … I’d be more scared of her, bitch shot lasers at me. Coulda killed me.” As she lay her head on the bar and passed out.
Bill silently thanked heaven the others hadn't payed the drunken Kelly’s last words any mind as she passed out on the bartop.
Derek hadn't been sure, but someone was over there on the other side of the bar … someone who these dip-shits thought could do something about him, or to him. Either way, he wanted to meet this mysterious person.
As Trisha took the frosty mug over to the gang, she turned to look at Jen one more time.
Jen watched as Derek calmly stood up, pulled out a chrome revolver, and shot across the room at the jukebox.
Jen knew the bullet wasn't going to hit anyone, in fact she could see the trajectory the bullet would take as he was lining it up. The closest it would come to anyone was six inches.
Except for the echoes of the large pistol's thunderous boom, the room was silent … and all eyes were on Derek.
“Who, or what, is over there?" Derek demanded, waving the gun in the general direction of Jen.
The crowd between the gang and Jen parted like the red sea before Moses when he waved his gun in their general direction.
Like almost everyone else who saw Jenny, the entire gang was gobsmacked as they got their first good look at her when she slowly stood up from her seat at the opposite end of the room.
Derek was the first to recover his wits. Slowly, he looked the fantastic amazon over.
Jen was disturbed as she watched him, and his mind. He didn't just look her over … but visually assaulted her with his lingering eyes.
She got a sickening feeling as she watched Derek’s brain. It fired off electrical and chemical impulses that didn't look like anything she saw in the others at the bar. The way his brain worked seemed almost sinister and dark.
Jen wasn't worried about losing control of the situation. No … she was sure she could react before Derek, his gang, or anyone else, could do anything to hurt anyone. Still, there was a niggling feeling that Jen couldn't shake.
“My god!” Derek exclaimed. He looked over to Betts, and saw her jaw was opening and closing like a fish out of water.
“Fuckin’ christ,” Betts said, never taking her eyes off the incredible amazon. “Her tits probably weigh more than me.”
Jen listened to the assorted “What the fuck’s", "Holy shits’s”, and a number of disturbing grunts.
Somehow, like with the rest of her powers, Jen knew she could amp up her sexiness just by wanting to. She just knew.
Not just the gang, but the entire bar was enraptured by Jen. Every man was turned on, even Mr. Francis who hadn't had a full hard on without the help of a pill in 20 years, was rock hard.
The women in the bar were just as affected as the men, but for a different reason. Although there were a few who were as bowled over by her raw sensual aura as any man, most of the women were turned on and some slightly frightened by her display of power. They didn't know where the feeling was coming from, but they could feel it in the air radiating from Jen. She was something more than an alpha-female. She was a goddess. The men couldn't get past their lust, but those women … how could they not know that next to Jen they were insignificant. As frightening as that was, they were also so incredibly and undeniably aroused at the same time.
As Jen slowly walked across the bar she watched as everyone fell under her sway. She had never been as turned on herself as she was now. She was in fact in awe of herself … jen had dominated the entire bar full of people with just a sexy walk.
With every sexy step, one by one every man and woman, like a domino maze, fell under her spell as she swayed across the room. More than a few men, and women, orgasmed. And each of them that did, did so more than once.
Big Mike (she read his name from his drivers license in his wallet which was in his back pocket) was the biggest of the gang. At six-foot-six-inches, and nearly 300 pounds of hairy blubber and muscle, he was not a small man. Jen, in her heels, was able to look him in the eyes. Well, she totally could have if his eyes weren't glued to her massive rack. He stood directly in her path.
Jen’s had become used to dealing with her oversized bust, and this just drove home that she would more than likely never be able to pick up anything directly in front of her, or hug someone again without getting much more intimate then she might like. Till now she hadn't even realised she had been turning to the side or bending at the waist.
Jen deftly twisted her bust out the way so she wouldn't give Big Mike a free feel. She grabbed the big man by the collar of his leather vest and effortlessly lifted him off the ground with one perfect hand and dropped the stunned tough guy onto a table and out of her path.
Jen walked right over to where Derek was standing. She gently pushed Betts down into her seat, and then she placed the the ball of her foot on the woman's chair. With an insignificant flick of her foot, the chair slid out of Jen’s way.
Derek didn't realise he was holding his breath as the incredible woman sexily sauntered up to him. She was so close her rack blocked her bottom half from his view, and he could feel the body heat from her breasts, which now were less than an inch from him.
Derek would never have described himself as a breast man, but it did take all of his willpower not to stare at the incredible chasm of her cleavage. Even as she bit her lower lip and inhaled a deep breath, her golden hair seeming to swirl in a halo, he swore he could feel air rushing past him. Her breast swelled to bump into him and push him a step back, snapping him from his stupor. He knew he needed to take control of the situation one way or another.
Jen could see he was planning something, she could literally see the thoughts taking form in his brain. Before his body could carry out the actions sent out by his brain, Jen took another step into Derek and lightly bumped him with her breast.
Derek was about to raise his gun and shoot her in one, maybe even both, of her oversized tits. He was going to play it by ear. It was almost as it she had read his mind, and her giant cams brushed against him and sent him crashing to the floor in a jumble of table and chairs.
Derek looked up from the floor, nearly everyone was looking at him, and the incredible amazon somehow held his large chrome gun by the barrel in her hand. The amazon just looked down on him through the vast valley of her cleavage and smirked
“You're not so tough are ya?”
And then she giggled as she turned and walked off to the bar.
If that wasn't humiliating enough, it seemed as soon as the amazon laughed the rest of the bar patrons burst out laughing at him too. Derek was so blinded with rage that never noticed that Jen had dropped his prized gun as she turned or that it had crumpled in her hand like a wad of tinfoil.
For Jen’s part, she was so over the moon with delight and quite literally basking in the laughter and adoration of her new friends that she didn't pay any attention to Derek or his gang. She was mostly into rom-coms. Action movies not being her thing, she didn't realise that Derek (and his gang) wouldn't just slink off into the night too humiliated to ever show his face in Norton’s again.
Derek silently fuming picked himself up from the floor, he slid his back-up pistol from its leg holster … no one was watching him, not even his own gang. It seemed to him as if his gang had shrunk in on themselves as they watched the amazon bitch laughing with her friends while she crossed to the bar.
It was like a bad dream, Derek thought. He thought about shooting his gang, but as useless as they were they weren't the issue at the moment. No … he wanted to kill the amazon. But first he wanted to see her face as he killed her friends.
Derek was a damn good shoot, even with his back up gun. He took aim at the small waitress Trisha. She was the the start of all this shit, she would be the first to go. Trisha’s three boyfriends would be next, then the old man whom the amazon was currently talking to, and his very drunk woman would be last. That would leave him with with three rounds left: one for each of the amazons gigantic tits, and one to spare.
Derek slid into his well practiced firing stance and quickly fired off the six initial shots. He waited and as the amazon turned around, then he fired twice … aiming for her nipples.
Jen quickly spun around, she watched the bullets speeding towards her friends, and she watched in fascination as Derek fired two more shots right at her.
As the bullets spun through the air they seemed to go slower and slower till they were barely moving at all. Jen realised that everyone seemed frozen, yet there was a part of her brain that was in sync with normal time.
She knew that she wouldn't have enough time to warn her friends, but she had plenty of time to do something.
The two bullets heading for Bill and Kelly were out of arm's reach of her, so using an infinitesimal amount of laser vision she carefully vaporised the bullets before they were even halfway to Bill and Kelly. The double flash of blue-white energy was so quick, followed by a snap, yet so bright it momentarily blinded everyone who had been looking in that direction. Including Derek.
Man, Jen thought, I barely used any power. She had hoped blasting the bullets out of the air would be imperceptible, instead it looked like a flash bang went off. Well, more of a flash then a bang.
The other grouping of bullets was well within Jen’s reach. Using just her left hand she plucked the bullets out of the air. The first slug deformed in her grasp like it was made out of pudding as she tried to pinch it between her thumb and forefinger.
Jen was surprised at how easily the deadly slugs seemed to deform against her fingers. She easily, and even more carefully, plucked the remaining bullets out of the air.
Jen was filled with fury. She turned to Derek and his gang with murder in her eyes, in fact they glowed bright blue … almost white. It had only been a fraction of a second since she blasted the first two shots out of the air and she could see that not only the Derek but most of the bar was still blinded, and Jen really wanted Derek and the rest of his gang to see what was coming their way.
Jen’s mind was whirling non-stop. In fact, she was thinking so much and so fast that in the few seconds it took for everyone in the bar to stop seeing spots Jen had plenty of time to cool off. She realised she really didn't want to hurt, much less kill, anyone … .even people as distasteful as Derek and his gang.
Jen studied the impulses traveling throughout peoples bodies. She watched the small electrical charges and chemical reactions happening in the people around her. She watched as the impulse would travel from the brain, to the fingers, then watched as the fingers would twitch into action. She also saw the slightly smaller impulses that traveled in time with the heart and lungs and other autonomous body functions.
Jen’s mind was able to compartmentalise and multitask. It happened naturally, almost like an autonomous function of thought … it just happened, and her brain collated the different speeds of thought without it adversely affecting her sanity.
It took her longer than she'd like to admit, though relatively speaking it only took her a fraction of a second to figure out that she was watching peoples thoughts. And then it hit her that she could think faster than the speed of a thought. Now if only Jen could think of how to handle Derek …
As the spots cleared from everyones eyes, the only sound was the music. Big Mike and the almost handsome Square Jaw melted off and were making their way to the front door.
Derek turned to his fleeing compatriots and sent them a withering look, turning back to look into Jen’s eyes he said slowly through gritted teeth, “Any. One. Else? Want to cut and run?” clearly … disappointed … with his gang.
The attractive cocoa skinned girl in the group looked to a sour and surly looking man, maybe 30 years older than her, sitting on the opposite side of the table from Derek and Betts. “Jeff … something ain't right here.”
Jeff seemed to hesitate for a second. “Yeah babe.” He looked Derek in the eyes, licked his lips nervously his while eyes pleaded for forgiveness before he said: “Axe … let's jet.” He and the attractive black women got up. A younger, less sour and surly, version of Jeff got up with them.
Just as Jeff got out of his set he said, talking to Derek, “She’s right bro,” nodding his head to his babe. “Something is fuckin’ off. We can all move on … ”
He was cut off. Not by anything Derek said, but by a stare that said more than any words could have.
“We're with ya, Dee! Right, Case?” said Betts, as the last man sitting at the table stood up. He stood up and pulled out a sawn-off double- barrelled shotgun.
As angry as Jen was she didn't want to hurt or kill anyone … ever. She had never been in a physical altercation. Sure, working in retail for some years she was able to argue with the best of them. Though true shouting matches had only happened a couple of times, she’d handled them well enough and kept her wits … but this was on another level. Derek had just tried to kill her friends, and his gang seemed okay enough with it till, well … till she happened.
But now the question bouncing around Jen’s head was: what was she going to do? How could she handle these three psychopaths? Reasoning? Once she left the scene, what would stop them from coming back? Could she protect all of her new friends all of the time? What about other people? Had Derek and his crew hurt others? And was it up to her to protect people?
The one question that all the other questions bouncing around her head lead to, and the one which she kept avoiding for as long as she could, was: how far was she willing to go to protect her friends? She had no doubt she had the capability to hurt and/or kill the three psychos. What she was held up on was: could she? Should she? What happens if she doesn't?
Jen’s mind raced tens of thousands of times faster than the fastest supercomputer. The thought of her friends dead, or hurt, kept popping up. She needed time to think. No … she needed to ask someone. She thought of Bill … he would know what to do.
Jen thought of ways to incapacitate the three. The quickest way, she decided, was to just tie them up with metal from one of the chairs while she talked to Bill. She had a niggling thought creep in … Was it right? Was it right to ask Bill … to get him involved? To put pressure of such magnitude on him? She couldn't do it. She couldn't put this decision off onto another person. It was a choice she had to make herself.
Once that was decided, she knew what she had to do. In one compartment of Jen’s mind time had seemed to slow to a crawl, in the other she was completely aware that just two seconds had passed.
“Derek, It doesn't have to be like this,” Jen begged. “You leave … we pretend this never happened.”
“Fuck off cunt!” Derek spat out as he fired the last two shots from his pistol.
Jen let the bullets hit her. The first round slid along the inside wall of her right boob till it was forced to a stop, wedged between both breasts. The second shot hit her a quarter of an inch above her left nipple. She caught the deformed round as it bounced off the fabric of her gray shirt. The two shots didn't even cause her breasts to jiggle or move.
Jen couldn't see the bullet as she plucked out of the air beside her. Holding the bullet up beside her head she turned to her friends and plucked the other bullet, which was squashed and flattened, from her cleavage .
“Is my shirt okay?” Jen asked her friends, while keeping an eye on the three psychos.
“Uhh … yeah, it’s not ripped," observed Bill in an almost quizzical voice. "I think your clothing is as invulnerable as you.”
“Good,” said Jen. “I thought it was okay. But, you know, I can't see the front and, well … I just wanted to be sure."
Jen turned back to a dumbfounded Derek. “Is it sinking in?” She asked bluntly. Do you see you can't even rip my shirt? And as long as I’m here you can't hurt my friends.”
Derek smirked. "So? You ain't gonna be here all the time … ”
Jen wouldn't have put money on it, but it was Betts who understood where Jen was going with this.
Betts eye’s got big, her mouth opened and closed, and a feral look settled in her face. She pulled a wicked serrated knife out and jabbed it to Case’s back. “I..I ain't with ‘em no more,” she babbled, waving the bloodied knife.
Case stumbled several steps forward, then turned to Betts and pulled the trigger as one of the barrels released a shot that ripped into the smaller woman. Case watched Betts drop to the floor before he staggered and dropped the gun. It clattered to the floor, and he knocked a table over as he sank into a heap on the floor taking short shallow breaths.
It took all of Jen’s willpower not to be sick. The reality of the gunblast and the stabbing were not like what the TV and movies would have you believe. It was much much more horrible than she could have ever imaged. Maybe it was that part of her mind that saw everything in slow motion that made it worse … whatever it was, it was something she would never forget.
At the same time, Case lay on the floor. His blood ran out of the vicious knife wound and pooled around him. He looked like a fish out of water, gasping for his last breaths.
Jen forced herself to look at Case as he die. She could have saved the both. She could still save Case. She didn't. She hadn't killed either of them, yet she felt as if she had.
“I don’t know what the fuck is happening," Derek said in a confused tone. "If … I’m dreaming … Or going fucking insane.” Derek said in a quizzical tone. He tossed his gun in the pooling blood. “So kill me!” he suggested, in the same tone. “Ya see, I don't think you got the stones to do it. An’ I will be back … you can’t protect them all the time. An’ if there's a way to kill you … I’m gonna find it.” Derek stepped close to Jen. “So If you're gonna kill me, ya better do it now.” Venom dripped from his voice as he added, “Come on, Bright Eyes … what ya waiting for?”
Jen just stood there looking from the dead, to Derek, to her friends. She was locked with indecision. She could kill him in a dozens of different ways, and all of them easier for her killing a gnat would be for a normal person. But Derek wasn't a bug. She was frozen as the all possibilities she could think of bounced through her brain. And she was terrified.
Derek snapped his fingers in front of Jen’s face, literally snapping her out of her thoughts. “Hey juggs,” he said with a smirk, “Look I was just kidding about offing your friends. I’m just gonna fucking go.” There was almost a musical lilt in his voice as he turned to leave.
Everyone else in the bar had been stone silent, so when Bill spoke his gravelly voice was jarring.
“Hey!” was all he said.
Derek turned to see Bill only a few feet away from him holding the sawed off shotgun, just before Bill pulled the trigger.
Jen watched the large slug slice through the air. The shot was aimed for Derek's head. She let the slug get so close the small air wave from the shot was dimpling the skin of Derek's forehead before she reacted and plucked the large slug out of the air.
“Dammit girl! It woulda been Case there who got done for doing the jackass in!” as he threw the empty gun on the corpse laying in the pool of blood.
“Thank you Bill. But I can't let you do that," Jen told him with a smile.
“Ho-ly shit!” Derek said, rubbing his forehead. “That fucking stings.” A small bloody welt was forming where the slug almost blew his skull apart. “Ya know, Billy, I’m the forgiving type … so I’m gonna forgive ya for trying to kill me,” he declared with a big grin on his face, turning to leave.
As Derek opened the door, he turned saying one last barb. Jen knew he would go for that, and she was ready and waiting, just as Derek opened his mouth to talk she cut him off. “I’m not” she told him firmly.
Derek looked confused. “You're not what?”
Walking towards the door, Jen answered: “The forgiving type.”
The last everyone saw was Jen lifting Derek up as the door shut behind them.
Bill rushed out the door into the parking lot, with all the others on his heels. But Jen and Derek were nowhere to be seen. Bill swore he could hear screaming from up high in the sky, but he never said so to anyone else. He did see others looking up in the sky, and if they heard it no-one said anything about it.
No-one from in the bar noticed at the time, but Derek’s motorcycle was gone. They only noticed after the police showed up, whom they only called once they all got the story together, and not one of them mentioned Derek.
When Bill looked over the parking lot after the cops left, in the dim morning light he found the faint burned outline of motorcycles where the other bikes were parked.
He went to look over his car, partly to reassure himself that his night with Jen had actually happened. There was an envelop and a set of keys left on the drivers seat.
Opening the envelope there was a letter along with a car title. The letter was written in big, loopy, and definitely girlie, cursive:
Bill,
I am so sorry about your car. I know my car is nowhere near the value of yours, but I signed the title over for you. I promise to pay you back once I figure out what I need to.
Thank again for protecting me! That was easily the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me and It’s gonna be really hard for any guy to ever top it.
Tell Kelly I hope there are no hard feelings between us! You two make a nice couple. And give my best to Trisha and the boys, I’ll be in touch eventually … but I need to figure things out … ..
Jen
PS. I left my purse in the bar. If you could stash it someplace for me I’d really appreciate it.
Thanks again, love ya lots
PSS. Oh I almost forgot to tell you to tell the others not to worry about the rest of Dereks gang.
Putting the letter back in the envelop Bill took the keys, went back in the bar, got Kelly, and and went to the motel to get a room and sleep the night away.
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Two Harley's roared through the early morning darkness as Big Mike and Earl, a.k.a Almost-Handsome Square Jaw raced away from the bar, riding hard and fast down the old state highway.
They had driven non-stop for hours. Earl motioned to pull up, as they came upon the transportation department's old vehicle depot for it’s road construction equipment. It was well known that Earl had a small bladder and Big Mike knew Earl must have been holding it for a while. Anyhow, they both could use do with a stretch.
The men knew this old depot well, as for the most part no one really except for the locals used the old state highways. And even then they knew not to use them much. The RRR’s were not nice to those who violated their space.
It had been abandoned for decades. The few buildings that were standing whole were dilapidated, and the vehicles that were haphazardly parked were rusted hulks. The further to the back you went; the older the machines got. It was a bizarre glimpse into the past.
They parked their bikes between some of the old vehicles. Big Mike let out a long slow breath while looking up at the star filled-sky. “Christ, I’m tired,” he said.
“I’m done. I’m done! We’ll be there soon, but shit … I had to piss like a racehorse,” said Earl as he rounded the machine to Big Mike.
“Long night boys?”
Both men froze as they heard HER unmistakable voice. It was too dark to see her at the end of the corridor of old construction vehicles until she stepped out of the dark shadows and into the dim starlight.
Big Mike stood frozen, deep down inside he knew in his gut he stood no chance. She lifted a gigantic vehicle, just twisting to the side and casually lifting the old steamroller, it must have weighed well over 10 tons, maybe more, and she lifted it like it was a helium balloon before tossing it like she was shooting a basket. He watched it sail over his head, and then his world exploded.
Earl turned to run but before he could fully turn around the ground shook and they were both thrown to the ground as the night exploded with the sounds of ringing, twisting, crunching metal as something slammed down just a few feet behind the two men.
Big Mike Picked himself off the the machine he was thrown against, he tasted blood in his mouth as he took in the devastation. A wall of rusty jagged metal now blocked their retreat. The super woman was more impassable than the wall behind him … he knew he was beat.
Big Mike helped Earl off the ground they both looked on in stark terror and sexual arousal as their tormentor/fantasy woman was slowly, sexily, approaching them.
She passed by a large road grader. She dipped her shoulder slightly, causing her breast to jiggle hypnotically. Both men would have been content to watch that if she hadn't launched the huge machine off to her side with a casual flick of her wrist.
She stopped one machine length from them and just stood there silently judging them, or so it appeared to Big Mike.
Maybe it was the fright, or just a muscle type memory thing stemming from how Earl had acted most of his adult life. “You bitch! You could have killed me,” he snapped.
“Sweetie,” Jen purred, “You’re not too bright, are ya?” Then in a more matter of fact tone, she added: “If I wanted you dead,” she pulled the door from the cab of the machine to her other side and crushed into a small ball and hurled it at the ground about a foot in front of Earl. It impacted the ground like a cannon, and the ground shook as the wad of metal bore into it. “You would be.”
She turned to Big Mike. “Okaaay! You must be the smart one. Honestly I wouldn't have picked it. But, whatever! Look, lets start over. Hi, I’m Jen! And you two are?”
“Buh … Mike,” said Big Mike. When Earl didn't reply Mike said, “He’s Earl,” nodding his head in Earl’s direction.
“Okay boys, you know why I’m here? I need to know my friends are safe from any,” she paused for a second, “ … reprisals. And that the Renegade Road Rippers are no more.”
Jen almost felt bad for Earl. She could tell his world was crumbling, and he wasn't handling it well.
“No,” he shouted. “Fuck no! Derek’s gonna gonna rape you in the ass.” He pulled a stun gun from his back and walked towards her.
No, thought Jen, he was definitely not handling it well. So she didn't think he'd take this next bit well at all.
“Derek’s dead,” she informed him flatly. She was prepared to give one last attempt to reason with him. “So is Betts and Case. It doesn't have to end this way for you. You can walk … ” That was all she got out before he was pressing the stun gun roughly into the underside of her breast. It didn't even dimple her skin.
She knew the electricity was surging through her body … she could feel it. It wasn't painful and didn't hinder her in any way. She grabbed Earl by his large metal belt buckle, crushing it in her grip. Her extended arm caused her breast to giggle and shake as she lifted him over her head and held him there. She then blew him a kiss, opening her hand and letting the powerful, yet seemingly gentle, gust of wind blast him dozens of miles into the sky.
“Well,” she said, turning her attention to Mike, “If I ever see you again, or even if one of my friends see you, I will pull you apart piece by very painful piece. Now go, and get as far away from me and my friends as you possibly can as fast as you can.” Jen then stomped her foot causing the ground to rumble and the old rusted hulks to shake while several of the derelict buildings collapsed in on themselves, then she lifted off the ground, giving Mike the evil eye as she floated up before she blasted off into the dark sky.
Mike wasted no time getting on his hog. He was thinking maybe Africa, or India! Yeah … India. He was picturing a monastery-type place as he headed for the first large airport he could find.
Jen blasted through the sky till the black of space was just above her shoulder.The North American continent lay spread out before her. She saw it all, nothing was hidden from her. She could hear and see whatever she wanted to. It made no sense to her, but she was past trying to figure it out anyway. She needed to finish up and find the last three RRR’s. She really hoped they would be able to be respond better. She already had far too much blood on her hands. But this was for her friends sake. She needed to know they would be safe.
It was as easy as looking around, she thought, as she spotted the three bikers. They had gone in the opposite direction of Mike and Earl, yet just like their two brothers they were sticking to the more rural back roads.
From the edge of the atmosphere she watched and listened to their conversation as they roared down a road that split through farmlands. The woman was saying a lot of 'what the fucks'. Mostly into the wind.
Jeff and the pretty young woman, Selena O'Neal, if the drivers license in her purse was genuine, rode on a larger motorcycle-trike thing. And Axe, aka Sammy, was slightly behind them on a sweet looking black and red Harley that was maybe just a hair too big for him, but he seemed to manage it despite his inexperience. Sammy had just turned 18 yesterday.
Flying was effortless. All She needed to do was think of where she wanted to go and she went in that direction. She could fly in any position she wanted but, the classic superman position was the easiest way to see below her thanks to her flesh being x-ray vision proof.
The other thing that surprised her about flying was how busy the sky was with air traffic. Jen saw thousands of planes in the sky. Only now she realised how busy the skies were. There were planes of all sizes and shapes, and she was astounded by just how busy it was. But she had to take care of her business before she could let herself get distracted.
Jen swooped down to the ground, being careful to use a relatively clear patch of sky. She flew so fast she wouldn't even be a blur to anyone who had been looking in her direction.
Flying right next to Jeff’s trike she tapped him on the shoulder. He was so shocked that he lost control trying to swerve away from her. The skidding trike started to tip and dump it’s riders onto the road.
Axe felt the wind blow past him, it took all his skills not to lose control from the turbulence. He watched as the amazing amazon appeared, flying beside his father, and then as his father lost control. It all happened so fast he swerved himself to avoid crashing into them himself as he sped past them … slowing down as best as he could. When he came to a stop he was over 100 feet from them, jumping off his bike he let it slam to the ground as he fully expected to see the worst. Instead he saw both passengers were standing, shakily, but on their own two feet. And the incredible amazon was holding the trike over her head in one hand.
Jen placed the vehicle down. Waiting a second, she then spoke in a not-unkind voice. “Are you two okay?” Although she was no doctor, with her x-ray vision she couldn't see anything wrong with them.
The odd pair looked at her in shock and didn't say anything. Axe had stopped running closer when he saw Jen holding the big trike in in the air.
Jen took off again, flying quick enough to be on Axe before he could react. She grabbed him by the back of his collar and lifted him at least twenty feet off the ground and flew him to the others.
Axe fell on his butt as she let him drop the last foot to the ground while she landed much more gracefully. He thought she looked just like an avenging angel.
The fear coming off the three was palpable. Jen was standing so close to them her boobs blocked most of Axe from her view. She bent over and lifted him up by his armpit with one hand. Her breast pressed against him as she stood him on his feet.
Sam couldn't help it, he was beyond scared, but she was SO sexy that with one of her huge boobs pressed against him he exploded in his pants. The normally sweet sweet relief only served to frighten Sam even more, which in turn aroused him again.
Jen glowered at the trio for a few seconds more. “You three are NOT welcome back at Norton's. Or even 500 miles around there! If I ever see you again … ” she looked each one in the eye’s and shrugged. “I’ll kill you,” she said simply.
The color drained from all three as Jen’s words sunk in.
“What about my clothes and all our stuff?” Selena stupidly asked.
“Well, if I were you, and I’m very glad I’m not … I would buy new ‘stuff’. Because like I said: if you go back I will kill you. And by kill you, I mean in a not-so-pleasant way. For you,” she looked Selena dead in the eye’s, “I’ll fly you out in the middle of the ocean. And if you're lucky, you’ll drown quickly. If not I’ll make sure you stay out there till your dead.”
Selena was shaking from fear before she wet herself and passed out, sliding down Jeff to slump on the ground.
“Do you want me to tell you?” she asked, looking the two men, in turn, in the eyes. “Want to know how I’ll kill either one of you if you ever go back? For any reason? I promise: It will be equally slow, painful … and terrifying.”
“No,” Jeff whispered.
“Good.” Jen lifted off the ground slowly till she was hovering over the telephone poles, before rocketing off so fast the the sonic boom knocked the two men off their feet.
The heat of sun felt great on her skin. Maybe it was the location. Monaco: It was glorious. It didn't even bother her that she was on a beach in a country that spoke a language she didn't know. The bikini she wore, although skimpy on her, could have made two bikinis for a more normal-busted woman, and yet she still managed to show off more cleavage than the next ten most busty women she could see on the crowded beach put together .
The beach was filled with people, and she couldn't have cared less as people stopped to stare and gawk at her. Sometimes she stared back at those were more rude about it, especially if they were making a rude comment. And yes, it was petty, but sometimes she would use a spot of laser vision to cut a particularly snide women's top, or to cut open the bottom of a beach bag. There was one time, after she first arrived, that she heated up this one particularly snide middle age women's soda … only for it to explode a few seconds later scalding the woman, and her husband. Jen did feel bad about that. But like with all her powers, the more she used her laser vision, the better she got with it.
Jen found that most people fell into several categories, they either were incredibly frightened and turned on by her, or they were incredibly friendly and turned on by her. And there were those who hated her with a capital H. She found the hate was mostly women, and even then the majority of them were still smart enough to be very frightened. She had been getting used to it. The 'it' being treated like royalty, or, as she was seeing it more and more: Like a goddess.
Jen had made friends within minutes and she hadn't had to pay for anything, as all her new young and sexy friends seemed to be obscenely wealth.
Her days were filled with lounging on the beach being waited on hand and foot by the entourage she had picked up, and her nights were filled with parties of the like she would have never guessed. It was like a TV-land where the ugliest person was still better looking than most of the people she had known in her previous life.
Currently she playing Volleyball. She knew she was driving everyone crazy with her body, and in particular her bouncing and heaving breasts. Especially when she would dive for the ball, causing small gouts of sand to fly up. Jen did think it was funny that no one seemed to wonder how her bikini top never seemed to pop off, or why she never seemed to ever get scraped-up when she would slide chest-first into the sand. And why every game she played in her team won 25 to zero. Or how she seemed to anticipate everyones moves.
It was game-point, and Jen held the ball to serve it. Well, held was really a misnomer. Jen placed the ball on top of her right boob, which really emphasised the size difference between the ball and her superhuman breasts. Each one was at least five times the size of the volleyball. She just flicked her boob up, launching the ball in the air, and spiked it spectacularly over the net so that it landed right between her particularly obnoxious opponents … hard enough that the abused ball finally burst as it slammed into the ground with the force of a cannon ball, knocking her opponents on their asses.
Smiling slyly, and using in her best Steve Urkel voice, she said “Did i do that?”
Her teammate for the game was a Spanish kid. She picked him for her partner for several reasons. One of them being he was considered by the group to be the least attractive, and most socially awkward. Yet because he could be traced to royalty, and was easily the most wealthy of the incredibly wealthy group, they suffered his presence.
She thought he was cute, and very well mannered. He never had anything bad to say and even stuck up for some of the people that got caught in the crossfire of snootiness from the others. And she thought it was especially cute that every time he talked to her he would try with all his willpower to look her in the eyes. And she could flirt; in the last few weeks she had become an expert flirt. She would brush against him, or touch him, it really didn't take much for her to distract anyone, but for Alfonse’s part he really tried hard, and that had really endeared him to her.
Jen took her stunned teammate by the hand and lead him back where small groups stood on the beach. Everyone was congratulating her on her win, while Jen made sure to point out it was a team effort and point out some of Alfonso's plays.
One of the girls tossed her a bright red apple. She caught it out of the air and took a huge bite. Juice dribbled on her lips. She went to take another bite when she saw the one thing you don't want to see when eating an apple: Half a worm. And the core was black with rot.
It hit her like a ton of bricks. She knew something was wrong. Super hearing that could hear voices on the other side of the planet, and vision that could see through the planet told her what she had been neglecting.
Jen left so fast that everyone near her was buffeted by her wake as she blasted into the air. She flew to the posh hotel room one of the Arab princes was paying for. Jen shattered the glass door, not even trying to open it. She changed her clothing … appearing at a midwestern police station in a itty-bitty bikini probably wouldn't work out well …
A few weeks before she had gone shopping with some of the girls and they bought her some clothes when she told them her luggage had been lost. She changed into a stylish pair of gray pants that hugged her hips and butt, but were just loose enough around her legs to only show a hint of perfect leg when she walked. The top was a yellow number that was based on a shoulderless blouse with long voluminous flowery lace sleeves that Jen had seen and commented on how cute it was. Instantly the girls bought the blouse and found an alteration shop and half-badgered half-paid the the seamstress to stop whatever she was doing and replicate the blouse for Jen right now. On a normal woman, the blouse would have covered her breasts leaving the wearers shoulders bare, cinched around her with a simple elastic band. With Jen’s dimensions that was not possible. The yellow fabric stretched around, over, and under her magnificent body, and even though the original blouse wasn't designed to show any cleavage on Jen, the front of the shirt was stretched so far out that that there was half a foot of cleavage. And that wasn't even a fraction of what she could show off if she had wanted to. She grabbed her new four inch wedge sandals and a small purse, and flew out of the room.
She blasted out of the room so fast the the shattered glass door hadn't even come close to hitting the floor and she pulverised the glass shards to dust as she smashed into them, some of the smaller pieces of furniture, papers, blankets and loose laundry were sucked out in her wake. The sonic boom she created when she left was met by the one she made when she arrived, slamming into each other shaking the entire building in an earth shaking rumble that was heard and felt for miles.
Jen was so intent on getting to her friend that she never noticed the tremendous turbulence she created causing all kinds of havoc for the many airplanes in the skies as she powered forward.
She was moving so fast that when she landed the wall of air smashed into the asphalt, seconds after Jen had landed, hard enough to leave cracks and causing the few cars in the parking lot to violently jerk on their suspension as the wall of air blasted through the streets, knocking over trash cans and a newspaper machine and causing the big plate window in the antique store to shatter. Fortunately, at 7am it was closed.
Jen was so frazzled as she walked into the sheriffs office, the outer glass door shattered as the door twisted in her grip and she roughly pulled the door open. It slammed into the brick wall. She made herself calm down as she walked up to the startled deputy sitting behind a high L shaped information style desk.
“Sorry about the door,” Jen said, slightly glancing over her shoulder as she walked to the front desk. “I think it must have been loose or something.”
Peering over the large “L” shaped counter in the front office at the Deputy half hidden behind it, Jen read her name tag. “Deputy Dandridge, hi. Um, I’m here to see Bill Younger … I mean I have information on his arrest I’m Jen, er, Jenny Wilson.”
The befuddled Deputy just stared back at Jen, slack jawed and not moving in her seat. Her eyes travelled up the long deep valley of cleavage, climbing the yellow golden wavy strands of hair that pooled in the bottom, to finally take in the most amazingly perfect face she had ever seen.
Standing up, Dandridge took a better look at the rest of the amazing woman's body. Well, what she could see that wasn't covered by the most amazingly huge breasts she had ever seen. It set the deputy on edge. The woman was too beautiful … just too much of everything. It set her on edge. She automatically didn't like her.
Jen snapped her fingers, it sounded like a gunshot. “Yoo Hoo! I’m the woman Bill murdered … except he didn't murder me, because, you know … I’m right here obviously not dead and all.” She said in one long breath.
Dandridge snapped out of her indecision saying, “I’m gonna have to get the Sheriff.” She spoke to Jen’s breast, and took one last lingering look at her as she left down a short hallway and knocked on a door.
Peeking with her super senses Jen watched as the deputy knocked on a bathroom door.
“Sheriff we, ahh, have a situation.”
Jen was mildly disgusted as she watched Sheriff Andrews wiping his butt. She had to remind herself that not too long ago she would have had to do the same.
“Dandridge … was that a gunshot?” the sheriff asked through the door.
“No, sir," Dandridge replied, sounding unsure. "I thought it was a car backfiring or something.”
As Sheriff Andrews pulled up his pants, Jen thought, please wash your hands. PLEASE wash. PLEASE!
“A car? In the office? Did you see a spider again, Dandy?” He chided through the door as he buckled his belt.
He did not wash his hands, much to Jen's disgust.
“Well?” pressed the sheriff, "What’s the situation that a man can't take his morning constitutional in peace, and ain't got you shooting at a spider again?” He stepped out of the bathroom.
“Well,” Dandridge paused, thinking how to best phrase what was coming next. “The girl, I mean woman, that one Bill Younger killed. Well, she’s standing at the front desk, and she … ” Dandridge blushed as she gestured with her hands in an approximation of her body “ … in fact, she ah, looks really, really … ”
The Sheriff cut her off. “Dandy … are you jealous again? You already two complaints against you for those tickets … ”
“I was gonna say alive boss.” At least she looked slightly abashed. “They were dressed like prostitutes,” she muttered.
The sheriff came out of the hall with Dandridge on his heels. “Well now. Little … ” He stopped mid sentence once he got a good look at Jen.
Sheriff Andrews was obviously made of sterner stuff than the deputy. He barely flinched seeing her for the first time. He was in his late 50’s, maybe 5’ 10” tall, in reasonable shape, and he had a Marine Core tattoo peeking out of the short sleeve on his right arm.
Jen was still able to easily see the effect she had on him, yet he recovered very quick. Thank god, she thought. Maybe now she could have an actual conversation.
“I’m Sheriff Andrews. And you are?" He held his hand out to shake.
Jen saw a bottle of hand sanitiser within arms reach. She very quickly snatched it up and as casually as one could she pumped a dollop into his outstretched hand.
“Oops, I get fidgety when I’m nervous,” she said, deciding to try to come off as a little ditzy. In the last month she found that when she acted like a ditz she could get away with a lot. Though with most women, they just seemed to hate her even more.
Sheriff Andrews began rubbing his hands together wondering, what the hell? Where'd the sanitiser come from? He could've sworn her hands had been empty.
“Well Miss, I didn't catch your name?”
“Oh. I’m Jenny, Jenny Wilson,” that name felt so, so wrong to her now.
Jen watched the Sheriff’s brain light up, She’d gotten better at reading people. She thought about trying to read his brain but that wasn't so helpful in conversations. The sheriff looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time, or trying to compare her to a picture in her head.
Darn it, Jen thought, I should take a class on how a brain works. Seeing the impulses traveling down a limb was easy to figure out, but the jumble of pulses, chemicals, and whatever was going on in a persons brain was just too chaotic for her to figure out on her own.
Jen just wanted to get Bill out of jail, she didn't want this to turn into some convoluted interview. So she took a deep breath, smiled, and poured on the charm.
In part it was the perfect symmetry of her face, the mind boggling curves of her body, the way she gracefully and confidently moved. The light flirting helped too.
Then there was her pheromones. They were always on to a degree, subtly influencing people. But with an unconscious thought her superpowered pheromones intensified and overpowered the Sheriff and Deputy, as they poured from her body, almost instantly filling the room.
It was like a tank running over a soda can. The two officers were physically stunned by the effects of the pheromones, but both in different ways.
Sheriff Andrews hadn't been so aroused since he was back in his early twenties and in the Marines. His member was even harder then when he’d popped his little blue pill before date night, which he and his wife had once a month and had just had two nights ago.
Deputy Dandridge was affected differently by the ultra powerful pheromones. For her brain. the pheromones, while arousing, were not overwhelming to her like the sheriff. What effect they did have on her made her very uneasy, frightened even. They said: back off pipsqueak, you have no chance with me in the room.
If she did feel a kind of lust for Jen, it was not in the I want to jump your bones way, but rather it was for her power, confidence, and poise. She felt small … like she was a tiny insignificant mouse facing down a lioness. But just any lioness: the epitome of all lionesses ever. A wave of fear washed over Dandridge once she realised Jen was a goddess even to goddesses!
“Now about letting Bill out,” Jen purred, “I’m not dead as you two can plainly see.” She watched as her voice sent shudders through them. In one case it was lust and in the other it was fear.
The Sheriff sat hard on a nearby desk, a powerful orgasm shuddered through him as Jen’s voice washed over him. She was the essence of pure sexual bliss.
To Dandridge Jen’s voice was like a wave, powerful, authoritative, commanding, yet … so sexy. She wanted to hide. She knew she was a frumpy speck of a woman when compared to the goddess before her. It was too much for her, and she passed out.
Jen watched with a slightly satisfied smile. She was surprised as the smaller woman’s eyes rolled up into her head and her body went limp. She was going to hit her head on the edge of the large counter.
Jen was so wrapped up in her own emotions, revelling in her power over these two, that she almost let the Deputy crack her head open.
Jen’s left boob brushed across the Sheriff, which caused him to orgasm again, as she moved to catch the fainting Deputy.
The space behind the big desk was cramped. Jen’s chest took up most of the room. She used her right boob she’d only meant to nudged the big counter out of her way so she could catch the Deputy without crushing her into the wall with her breast. Instead the L shaped counter slid across the floor like it had been greased. Papers, folders, various computer parts, and other assorted items all went flying off as the counter bulldozing the few chairs in the waiting area and smashed against the cinder block wall with a splintering crash.
Jen put the passed-out Deputy in her chair and took a very deep breath. Every time she thought she had a handle on just how to use her powers without going overboard, she surprised herself by going overboard when she didn't really want to. But darn it, it felt so good, she thought to herself as she inhaled most of the pheromones.
She exhaled in one long breath, shattering the glass of the unbroken side of front door as the concentrated cone of wind blasted out of the building in an almost solid wall, sucking a lot of the papers and debris out of the lobby. It sounded almost like a freight train.
The super powerful pheromones were spread over a good portion of the county, and in nine months the local hospitals would see a surge in babies. it would be known as the baby boom of ‘13.
With the air cleared out the Sheriff seemed to be recovering. Gathering his wits as he took stock, he looked stunned. His mouth was opening like he wanted to say something but couldn't get it out.
“Uhm … it was an earthquake. No! A tornado,” Jen suggested half heartedly. “Oh, and what about Bill? Seeing as I’m not dead or anything.”
It was enough for the Sheriff to latch onto for the moment. He looked at her dazed. “He … he can go. Just get Dandridge to open the cell,” he told her, looking at the passed out deputy but obviously not registering it.
It was all Jen needed to hear. She picked up a large loop of keys from Dandridge's belt as she went to the back where the heavy door to the holding cells was. She didn't even bother with the keys.
Bill felt the ground shake and heard the rumbling, and like anyone else who felt and heard it thought it was a tornado. Being, as he figured he was, in one of the safest buildings in the area he wasn't too worried … till he heard popping sounds and metal rending.
Bill’s eyes bugged out when he saw Jen round the corner holding a heavy door knob in one hand.
“Geezus, Peanut! I thought you forgot about us! Ah … where's the sheriff?” Bill asked, seeing she was alone and looking down at the chunk of door in her hand.
Jen couldn't meet Bill’s eyes. “Let’s get you out of here first.” She let the metal drop to the floor and she opened the bars of the cell like she was parting a shower curtain. “The sheriff said you could go seeing as how I wasn't dead. They gave me the keys, but I broke it off in the first door, sooo I just, well, you know.”
Finally the awkwardness was over. Jen rushed in and gave Bill a big hug. “I’m so sorry It was just.”
“Stop,” Bill said while Jen hugged him tightly a few inches off the ground.
She let go of him, looking hurt.
“No, god dammit,” Bill growled, “not the hug,” as he embraced Jen harder. “Stop making excuses. Don’t worry ‘bout it missy. You needed some time to yourself. Considering the circumstances, I think anyone could understand.”
Jen was crying on his shoulder, “I didn't want to.” Jen sniffled as the memories of that night came back to her. “I never wanted to kill anyone.”
“Peanut, I wish you would have let me shoot that bastard. No one would have said a thing, no one has said a thing.”
“I. I killed another one. Later on I tracked them down to … to be sure you would all be safe.”
“Come on, Jen," Bill said gently. "Let's get out of here. We need to talk.”
Jen landed, seconds after she took off with Bill snug beside her, outside of a small beat-up mobile home.
“Ho-ly shit!” Bill swore. “Not sure I like flying like that. You're so goddamn fast!” Bill stopped Jen, looking seriously to her. “I’ll get the door,” he assured her as he got a key form under a potted plant. “Hey … how'd ya know where I live?”
“I read it off the file the Sheriff had on you.”
“He let you read it? That don’t sound like Andrews. He’s a 'by the book' kinda guy,” Bill observed as he lead Jen into the trailer.
“X-ray vision and super powers and all: he didn't have a choice. No one has a choice over what I can or can’t see anymore,” she said, glancing around the small trailer.
First Bill went to the fridge and got a beer, then he moved to a windowsill and was fidgeting with it. It was a hidden compartment with her clutch with her old drivers license, credit cards, and phone.
The trailer wasn't fancy but it was clean. She could see touches of a woman here and there, placemats for two on the small table, doilies & coasters, and everything looked recently dusted. Clothing in the drawer was folded and the clothing hanging in the closets was ironed and wrinkle free. She also saw women's clothing in the drawers and closets.
“So you and Kelly are still seeing each other.” It wasn't so much a question as a statement.
“Yeah she’s a good woman, though you frighten the fuck out of her,” Bill said, sitting down with a beer and Jen's purse.
“Anyhow, Kelly kept your phone charged in case you wanted to get in touch.”
“That's sweet. I thought you said she didn't like me.”
“I said you scare her. Honestly you scare the pants off a me too, sometimes.”
“Like now?” Jen asks slowly stretching out the like.
“No. Well … yes. Well … just let me finish, damn it,” Bill said gruffly. “Your phone rang. I let the first one go to voice, but then Kelly said it might be you calling so I answered it. It was your parents. I said you were out and I could give you a message. Anyhow, to make a long story short, that's the reason everyone thought I killed you. I had your car, too. Like you asked, I kept your stuff safe, charged your phone every few days before hiding it again. So the Sheriff never found it when they arrested me yesterday.”
Jen could see Bill was nervous. Not like she was going to hurt him, but like he had bad news … like her puppy had just died or something like that.
“I’m really so, so, sorry," he said as he handed her the phone. "I started to read the text message, I thought it might be from you.”
There was over 2 dozen voicemails and a text message.
Jen read the text message first.
JENNY PLEASE CALL HOME
HOLLY IS IN THE HOSPITAL
CALL HOME ASAP LOVE MOM
Jen went numb. When she looked up, Bill was outside. She listened to all the voicemails.
Jen opened the front door and sat in a chair next to Bill in front of the trailer.
“Here I was off playing, having the time of my life … and my best friend is dying. God, I’m shit.”
“Naw Peanut, how could you have known?”
“Bill, I can hear sounds on the other side of the world. I can see through the Earth. I could have heard and seen. Just like I could have helped you.” She almost sobbed the words.
“Jen I can't say as I know what’s happening with you or why you can do the things you can do, but underneath it all you're still you a person. Just a normal person. And anyhow, if you don't know something is wrong, how can you know? I mean, you can't be responsible for everyone in the world. But Peanut … you can go to her now … you can say your goodbyes now.”
With that Jen got out of the chair. She kissed Bill gently on his forehead. He watched her float high into the sky, and that was the last Bill saw of Jen.
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Jen rushed into the room of her best friend. It had taken all her willpower to not just crash through the window.
There was a nurse babbling something about visiting hours not being for another hour yet.
Jen didn't know what she said back, but whatever it was the nurse shut up and left without another word.
She held her friend Holly's hand. Holly was unconscious. A doctor walked into the room, Jen didn't even need to look to see, she could tell just by the sounds, and smells of the woman's body. That and she could see her reflection in the window.
“You must be Jenny," Doctor Qualls said. “I’m glad you could make it. Holly has been asking for you.”
Jen was impressed at how the Doctor handled her presence.
“I … I was traveling. I would of come sooner. If I’d heard."
“I’m sure you got here as soon as you could.”
Jen turned to the Doctor. Dr. Megan Qualls was an attractively fit woman, five foot seven, with straight brown hair cut just below her ears. Her almond shaped eyes were brown, her nose was just a hint too big for her face, and her lips were on the thin side, but her high and full cheeks offset the sharpness of her features. Jen thought she would have had a truly beautiful smile, but today there was a sadness about her.
It was then Dr. Qualls realised that the woman she was seeing wasn't fat but that her curves were incredible. In fact, she was absolutely stunning.
“She’s going to be okay right?” Jen asked snapping the Doctor out of her reverie.
The Doctor looked as if she wanted to place a hand on Jen’s shoulder but couldn't find a safe way to do it without the tall women's huge breasts awkwardly getting in the way. So she just kind of gave a half wave.
Jen reached out, clutching the doctors hand in hers. Her eyes pleaded for good news. Wow, Megan thought, her skin was like velvet and her grip was tight. Not painful, just tight. She tried to guide the tall incredible woman to the one seat in the room, but she couldn't even budge her hand. It was like Jen was an immovable statue.
“I'm sorry,” said the Doctor pausing to give Jen a moment to ready herself for what was coming next. "I don’t expect Holly to make it past midday.”
Jen let go of the doctor’s hand. “No,” said Jen softly, and she sank to her knees.
Megan had seen grief before, and just held Jen's head as she softly cried.
Like with all of her remarkable powers, Jen knew just what to do.
She stood up so fast that the doctor was lifted off the ground.
Luckily Megan had had a very loose hold on the amazons head, and so was knocked back in a shallow arc to land roughly in the solitary chair.
If that was It, it would have been enough for Megan. But then the amazon started to hover in the air. A golden aura surrounded her, quickly becoming a bright light emanating from her core.
The golden energy was rushing from Jen, not just to Holly, but filling the room.
Dr. Megan Qualls could feel the energy fill the room. The energy rushing from the floating glowing woman faster and faster in a great torrent till Jen was just a glowing ball of energy filling not just the room, hospital, city or even country.
Holly opened her eye’s to see the golden angelic form of Jen hovering a foot off the floor, how she knew it was Jenny she couldn't say, but she knew it was her … just as Jen’s angelic golden self floated to Holly, caressed her cheek, then dissolved into motes of energy and merged with her.
The world was filled with the golden glow of Jen’s energy. No-one could say how long the glow lasted for, though according to Megan it had gone on for two minutes three seconds and change.
Holly made a full recovery from the cancer that had ravaged her body and was released that afternoon by Dr. Qualls.
Like Holly, Megan Qualls felt good. Better than good in fact. As she released Holly from the hospital they gave each other a knowing smile.
Megan quit the hospital as soon as Holly was discharged. There was so much to do.
Holly went straight to Jen’s family. She had to somehow explain to them the impossible …
The End.