Bridget discovers another power

Bridget and you take cover in one of the aisles. She looks at the products on the shelf, and you wonder what has her so transfixed. Then you realize she's not looking at the things in the aisle.

X-ray vision. You remember her saying it the day before, when she first told you about these new powers of hers.

"What are we gonna do now?" You ask. She holds a finger to her mouth.

Think at me, silly. Ever since this morning's little session--my telepathy has been getting better. What do you wanna do now? You feel your dick go hard again when her smooth voice comes through in your mind, and you don't hold back a thing.

I wanna suck on those super tits and fuck you in midair again...while you cause more mischief at the same time--with the people after us. I want them to have to watch it. She's looking through the aisle intently when she turns back to you suddenly.

"Oh my god, you naughty, naughty boy--that's what I'm fuckin' talking about!" She goes flush, pulling you in for a kiss. Her frame hasn't changed, but you can feel the strength of her embrace--and there's something about it that makes you certain she could crush your rib cage if she wanted to.

Don't be so morbid, babe. Her tongue is still working double-time in your mouth, and you can feel a telekinetic hand working your cock inside your pants as gravity fails in its grip over you. Her thoughts continue even through her tonsil-rattling kiss. I wouldn't hurt my favorite toy--or any other mere mortal...unless I need to, of course. They'll be more fun to play with...and at this point I kinda doubt anyone can hurt me. Bridget releases you, her feet still planted on the ground. You remain hovering in the air, and you look down at your pants to see a hand-like shape under your jeans and briefs--jerking you off. Bridget bites her lip as she stares at your torso, and both your nipples flick themselves, making you sputter.

"Unnn-ungh..."

"Ma'am, I need you and the gentleman to stop out in the main area and explain this situation!" Comes a male voice. You assume it's the security guard. Bridget giggles again, shaking her head. "M-ma'am?"

"The situation seems to be that your merchandise is faulty!" Bridget cries out in a higher register than normal. She's feigning fear in her voice. "We...we were just talking to a clerk and all the sudden a bunch of leggings and basketballs just start jumping at us...like they're alive or something!" Bridget holds her hand over her mouth as you watch her--**** to stifle her own laughter after acting her part.

"Ma'am--that's..."

They're watching it play out, you hear her say to you in your mind. He can't think of an explanation what they're seeing either.

"We're not coming out until you can promise me you've taken care of...whatever's going on out there!" Bridget shrieks. Just watching her makes you want to laugh too, but she holds her finger to her mouth again--wearing a huge grin on her face.

"Ma'am--uh...yes, ma'am. Don't go anywhere. We'll, uh--we'll clear the area first," He says.

Check it out... Bridget says. You feel yourself lift into the air, coming over the top of the aisle just enough to let you see through some top-shelf overstock. The security guard is approaching the clerk beset by the yoga pants, who is muttering things you can't hear. Whatever he's saying--it doesn't exactly sound like terror.

"Man--what the hell are you doing with those clothes?" The guard says. "And--how--how are they..." A couple of the larger sets break their attention away from the clerk now, taking notice of the guard. You can't believe what you're seeing. The clerk is getting bounced between two outfits--but he's doing anything but fighting it. In fact, both his hands are gripping a beautifully-filled empty sports bra in front of him--while a pair of extra-large matching shiny black yoga pants humps against his midsection--their legs wrapped around his own. Every time they bump him, he's driven against an even bigger pair of lime green pants, standing behind him and bent over--their ass jiggling every time his own butt hits them. "Mother of mercy...invisible women?" The guard says as a couple of outfits start toward him. He backs away, his hand on his holster.

You hear a squeal to your right, and you look to see the other clerk--this one a buttoned-up attractive female--smacked by a pool noodle.

"What the fuck!" She shouts. "Eric, they're..." She looks over to the manager, who's buckled into a water-skier's life-vest--except that his arms are at his sides. You hear the loud nylon ZIPPPP noise as it tightens around him and lifts him into the air. He's kicking wildly until a poly tow rope begins twisting around his legs. "Ohmigod!" The clerk shouts. She watches as whole of the pool and boating section dances to life. Inflatables burst out of boxes, filling themselves with air as kayaks, hoses, ropes, swim toys and rubber boats puff to life or dislodge themselves from their displays, sailing into the air.

The clerk begins to run, but the same noodle that smacked her before wraps around her ankles, sending her headlong to the floor until an inflatable boat saves her from hitting, scooping under her and sailing away into the air as she screams.

Bridget's multitasking is way beyond impressive--even after what you saw her do at the dorms. The phantom hand in your pants has you standing straight up as you watch your pants unbutton themselves--and now you start hovering higher--over the entire aisle.

The security guard has his gun pulled now, and he's aiming it around the store carelessly as if considering which apparently haunted item to hit.

Um...Bridget? You think, unsure of where your superpowered girlfriend is at this moment. You swear the guard is about to snap and start firing off rounds any second, but you hear the soothing voice in your head again as your jeans fall to your ankles, leaving you hovering in your briefs and t-shirt.

Relax, baby-- Now the guard spots you. His jaw drops and he points his gun--at you! Everything is well in...hand.

The gun goes off, and you scrunch your face. You can't help it--the last thing you saw was the barrel pointed in your direction. Bridget's laughter is audible over the PA speakers now, and you hear her voice aloud.

"Attention sports shoppers...please direct your attention to the main aisle of the store for an informative equipment demonstration. We ask that you--*ahem*--keep yourselves from discharging until the demonstration is over." By now, your eyes are open, and you see--spinning in front of you--a tiny 9mm slug. A moment later, Bridget floats up over the other side of the aisle, smiling and opening her crimson lips.

Then...she closes her teeth around it and bites. You watch in awe as her gleaming teeth deform the metallic capsule, masticating it like it was a gummi-candy. She chews a couple more times and swallows before waving her hand at you. You gasp as your shift tears in half, and when she soars away, the guard is still standing in the main aisle, behind where Bridget was blocking your vision. Only...he's not holding his gun anymore. Now his gun is floating in front of him--menacing him as he winces. His hands are in the air, and as the ghostly athletic outfits surround him, his belt undoes itself, sliding out of its loops as his handcuffs launch out of a pouch attached to it. One cuff clamps his left hand, pulling it behind him. He panics, trying to go after the cuffs with his other hand, stupidly reaching behind himself where the other cuff happily clamps him again.

"Hey--hey!" The guard rises into the air as Bridget sails toward him, cocking her head. "Who--who the fuck are you?"

"Moi?" Bridget asks playfully. "I'm the bitch whose wrath would have delivered absolute hell upon you if I hadn't thought quickly enough to save my little boytoy over there from your stray bullet...shithead." You watch as a glowing beam emanates from Bridget's eyeline, striking the guard in the neck and streaming down his anterior toward his belly.

"Bridget, n--!" You stop your protest as you realize her laser vision has successfully bisected the guard's uniform and undershirt, leaving his skin wholly unharmed. She turns and sneers at you. Everything, she repeats, telekinetically gripping your dick harder, is well in hand.

"A little portly for a guard there, aren't you honey?" Bridget teases. She wheels a finger around, and the guard spins a half turn--his squaking shoes and his surprised shout telling you he didn't make the move on his own. Bridget swats with her palm, and the guards pants are yanked down around his ankles. Your girlfriend makes a come-hither motion to her right, and a couple of badminton rackets bounce out of an aisle, positioning themselves to either side of him as they begin swatting at his ass with sharp, air-cutting swings. Bridget turns to his gun.

"Go make friends with your cousins and make sure no one else gets in our way, okay?" She makes a kissy-face at the hovering 9mm, and it seems to bow to her, bobbing toward the racks of guns and the glass cases on a far wall. Don't worry babe--not a one of them is going to need ammo to deter any other interlopers, I promise.

Your own body bobs toward the center aisle now, where the guard is having his behind swatted. He's facing away from you, and three well-endowed athletic outfits are standing in front of him, holding his attention as Bridget drifts to the manager.

"Mmm...you're not bad. You scared?" She asks. The guy with salt-and-pepper hair just stares at her and nods. He's not exactly talkative, and he's not struggling against the life jacket holding his arms against his body. He simply looks down at the floor 2 meters under his feet, and Bridget raises an eyebrow. "Hmm. She'll be fine. How chivalrous of you, though," You hear her say. "Maybe you get a little reward for that."

Bridget turns to you and holds her hand up, and you sail in front of her. "Let's see how that hog of yours is doing, huh?" She grins. With a snap, your briefs sail down over your thighs, and now you can see the effect of the invisible hand directly. It's still pumping you, and you're a throbbing red as your skin slides up and down your shaft on its own. "Oh, baby...seeing me in action really, really does it for you, doesn't it?"

"Well...yeah," you laugh. "You can...you can fucking do anything." Bridget licks her lips and nods, and as she makes an 'o' shape with her mouth, you shudder. The invisible telekinetic hand hasn't stopped--but now there's an unseen pair of lips over the bell-shaped tip of your cock as well. You look down at your dick, remotely manipulated by Bridget as it dips in a subtle little swirling motion. You look back up at her to see her tongue ringing her red lips, and your dick pumps without you even trying.

"Not yet, darling--I want you inside me," Bridget coos. "This is all just foreplay--so hang in there." As the telekinetic blowjob continues, she turns and sails away from you, drifting up toward the flying rubber boat.

"Fuck--fuck...fuckin...what--is going on--with--my..." The female clerk sputters, her once done-up hair now falling all around her. A couple buttons on her blouse are undone, and Bridget grits her teeth, sucking in as she pantomimes a shiver.

"It's me, sugartits. I'm playing with your pussy." You hear your girlfriend say this as she draws the hovering rubber boat nearer to her. The female clerk is reclined against the back of it, her jaw hanging open. "Uh-huh. I know you like it, because I've been listening to you and tweaking it." The clerk's eyes widen, and she looks at you for a second before meeting Bridget's gaze again. "Oh honey...absolutely. I can do even better than that if you tell me what else you like." You realize this conversation isn't just one-sided--it's that Bridget is reading the clerk's thoughts, and you simply can't hear them. "Ooh, you are nasty." Bridget laughs. "No, not really. I can't just forceably pull things out--not yet at least--but if it comes to your mind with focus--like that--then I can totally read you like a book."

Your clothes pull away from your body entirely now as an inflatable island hovers under you. Gravity returns suddenly, and you yelp as you fall on the thing, which sinks a bit but springs back immediately with your weight on it. You can smell the freshly inflated PVC under you as you look down at your sprawling, naked body--your steel-hard dick still standing up on its own as Bridget's ghostly BJ continues.

"Eric, is it?" Bridget asks the manager. "Your employee here made a request I'm going to oblige--I'm...relatively sure you won't mind." Bridget made a swipe motion with her fingers, tearing the manager's pants off as all the seams holding them together burst simultaneously. He muttered something, watching his boxers puff up and pop their stitches. From the tanning and sunscreen section of the store, a couple bottles of baby oil bobbed over, one heading to the female clerk while the other floated in front of the Manager.

Your eyes jumped from one to the other. The female clerk seemed to comply with her clothes that were actively trying to get away from her, leaning forward and raising her arms You practically salivated at the sight of her blouse popping open and her breasts slightly dropping as her bra unclipped. She watched in wonder as the baby oil uncapped itself and squirted itself over her chest in a line, cooing as her gorgeous breasts lifted and bounced on their own, showing the tell-tale negative space of invisible fingers dancing over them.

"Oh god, you're a horny little slut for him," Bridget said, laughing and turning to you. "Now--this I hadn't planned on," she said, smirking as she pointed at the clerk, and then to the manager. "Unfulfilled sexual tension over here," Bridget laughed. "It's...maddening when you can read minds. Can you imagine?" You nod stupidly, chuckling a little as you look down at your rigid dick.

"Oh, I'm imagining," You say. You look back at the Manager, whose hyperinflated boxers sail away from him, revealing his own decently-impressive girth. The other bottle of baby oil squirted itself liberally over his midsection, then at a very inflated water-wing, which slid itself over his dick after being lubricated by the oil. Both the clerk and the manager watched themselves and each other--worked over by Bridget's telekinetic mastery as she herself bit down on her fingers.

I'd have lubed myself up like that, boytoy, Bridget says in your head, but you wanted to suck these goddess titties--so I figured I should hold back until you have your fill. She turns to you, eyes wild as she pounced the floating inflatable your body is sprawled out on. And when I say 'fill', her thoughts continued, well...I think you're going to have to taste it to believe it.

Bridget waved her arms, and as she promised--now all four of your witnesses were either moved or levitated to face you. The first clerk's eyes were practically rolling back--though his intermittent gaze indicated some kind of awareness despite his gentle moaning, his vigorous bouncing, and his hands working over a pair of curvy sports bras bobbling in front of him. The security guard was wincing--his ass still being beaten raw with badminton rackets as another pair of yoga pants--stretched to absolutely unbelievable proportions, you noticed--was hammering its ass against his dick. The manager and the female clerk, though in something of a better mood than the other two--were the most attentive to Bridget's motions toward you.

She hovered over you as she sized up your dick, biting her lip again.

"You're doing just fine with an audience, you know that?" She says to you. You just look up at her floating body--wondering if you're just imagining that her chest looks a little more...heaving than you remember. "Oh, these?" Bridget flexes her chest, making her tits bounce without even touching them. "Uh-huh...I figured out I could do something else, too. Don't be afraid to suck hard, big boy. You're not gonna hurt them."

"Uh...okay," you grin, looking around at the insane scene. There's wincing and moaning coming from the (un?)fortunate souls she's got under her power, and you look back at Bridget when she waves her hand.

"Off," She says--and immediately her clothes strip themselves off. As she descends onto your dick, you moan--realizing that her telekinetic effects haven't stopped--despite the fact that you can feel her pussy surrounding you now. "Open wide, baby." You feel yourself telekinetically propped forward as an engorged tit rests against your lips--and you start sucking.

It doesn't take long for you to realize that Bridget's tits haven't just been enlarged. She's lactating!