Bad Neighbor

James drove the Tesla through the quiet streets. As an afterthought he said "My mom and dad got a cab home and are safely asleep in their bed. Everyone at the orgy either got home safe or stayed the night with the Sanders."

More good deeds! Of course, he had killed Mirei's ex husband, but he couldn't be all good, could he? Was being bad to bad people even really bad?

He frowned. If he was going to use his powers for evil, there were plenty of deserving people in the world: dictators, CEOs, politicians. But the absolute worst people he knew were right next door to his sleeping parents: The Kirkharts!

The Kirkharts had lived next door his entire life and made life unpleasant just as long. James couldn't prove it, but he was convinced Rusty Kirkhart had poisoned his dog for the crime of digging under their fence. Monica Kirkhart, his wife, had definitely run over his first skateboard when it rolled out into the street. Whether if it was on purpose or not, her response was to yell at him to keep his toys out of the street.

Russell Kirkhart was a year older than him and treated him as his personal punching bag and stole his lunch money from 2nd grade onward. Molly Kirkhart was two years younger and had effortlessly grown from a brat to a bitch, never shy to comment on James's fashion choices and personal appearance. Oh, he definitely needed to show them what he could do now!

James parked in their driveway and pounded on their front door. After just a few seconds, James tired of waiting and said "Rusty answers the door in his underwear."

"What the hell, kid!" the pot-bellied , balding man in boxers demanded when he groggily recognized James. "It's three in the fucking morning!"

"Yeah, I'm not sleepy," James said. "You're going to let me in now."

"Fine, come on in if you're going to," his neighbor conceded, letting James in and locking the door behind him as James wandered deeper into their home.

"Babe? What's going on?" came a voice down a dark hallway.

"It's the Cain kid," Rusty told his wife. "I let him in."

"Why?" she asked, emerging in a terry cloth bathrobe, her dark hair in big rollers.

"I don't know!" her husband said defensively. "He told me to, so I did!"

"That's a lovely little lace teddy you're wearing, Mrs. Kirkhart," James commented. "It really shows off your big fake stripper titties."

"I, um...what happened?" Monica exclaimed, looking down in confusion at her new outfit and implants.

"Holy shit!" Rusty exclaimed. "What's going on here?"

"I've been given a gift," James explained. "And I decided to show you what I can do with it! You're both going to do whatever I tell you to do. Rusty, get on your hands and knees and bark like a dog. Monica, thank me for giving you the fake tits you're always wanted!"

Mr. Kirkhart dropped to the floor and started barking. Mrs. Kirkhart squealed and grabbed her new boobs in delight.

"Oh my god, James!" she said. "Thank you so much! I've always wanted to have big fake titties!"

"Oh, come on, Monica!" James chastised. "You can thank me better than that!"