Chapter Seven

“And this is from our third date when Zay-Zay took me ice skating. He wasn’t very experienced but remembered me talking about skating the frozen lakes back home as a child. We held hands the entire time. That dear man is a romantic at heart.”

Sarah stared dumbly at the image. It was difficult to miss since Kinetica shoved the phone in her face.

They were curled up on the telekinetic’s couch as she spooled through pictures of her boyfriend. He appeared kinda… plain. Unremarkable. Not exceptionally handsome or ugly. Just an average Joe.

Yet she harped on like she’d bagged a movie star.

“Uh… ‘kay.” Sarah mumbled, her tongue swimming in spit.

Swallowing took a lot of effort, and she was too relaxed to bother. Easier to dribble.

“That’s all you have to say?” Kinetica scowled, checking the screen. “Well, this doesn’t capture his innate charm. You’ll see when he gets home.” Her brilliant smile resurfaced. “We’re living together now, isn’t that wonderful? I asked him last night, and he moved right in! It’s a dream come true.”

Glancing blearily about the opulent abode, Sarah could see why.

She owned a nifty uptown brownstone—a comfy three-bedroom, two-bathroom affair with a courtyard and plenty of space in a desirable part of New Avalon.

It had cost a small fortune and still couldn’t hold a candle to the grandeur of Waterline Towers. She didn’t know shit about her team leader’s sponsorship deals, but the million-dollar views and designer furnishings were telling clues.

Her sluggish brain took in the information her eyes presented, then promptly filed it into the abyssal void labeled “too complicated.”

Such concerns could only disturb her relaxed vibe.

“You’re drifting off again, Sarah. You need to focus and be at your best when he returns.” Kinetica pinched her arm painfully. “This is very important. I don’t know what I’ll do if he rejects you. I promised my man the finest, most deserving heroines to enhance. You’re not on your game today.”

“Sorry…” The rubberized babe hung her head, inadvertently ogling the blonde's enlarged cleavage. They were genuine whoppers crammed into that sparkly little dress. “I’m trying…”

“I know you are.” Slender arms dragged her into a hug, face buried in that fleshy valley. “I shoulder some blame, but you must try harder, alright? Get it together. Zay-Zay won’t be interested in a silly ninny.”

Shame burned through Sarah, even as she snuggled further into her friend’s chest pillows. There was a tantalizing scent…

“How about a different approach?” The cushiony softness disappeared when Kinetica pulled back to examine her. “Let’s play to your strengths as a body-morpher. You possess superhuman flexibility, durability and the ability to manipulate your form. How far can you push that power?”

Sarah blinked owlishly, struggling to concentrate before shrugging.

Her power came naturally, muscle memory replacing thought. Drawing in a long breath, her breasts ballooned until they matched Kinetica’s cantaloupe-sized knockers, filling her sports bra and roomy sweater to their limits.

Full and buoyant twin melons sat high on her slim torso like flotation devices—an apt description since they were mostly filled with air.

Proper honkers.

Sarah beamed proudly, squeezing them. “Works better… with water. Adds… I dunno… um, mass or something?”

Strings of drool splattered onto her straining sweater as she spoke, soaking the white cotton translucent. Sarah didn’t care. Kinetica grinned too. Smiling felt nice.

It felt relaxing.

“Fascinating. Will any fluid suffice?” The psionic heroine asked, toying with the low bodice of her pretty dress. Sarah wished she’d picked a sexier outfit that morning. “I’m confident you can be more than a blow-up doll for my precious Zay-Zay.”

Sarah shrugged again, fixating on the blonde’s incredible rack. An elusive whiff of musk tickled her nose.

“I-I guess?”

“Good enough.” Kinetica purred, yanking down her neckline to reveal big, spherical boobies. They bounded free, milky droplets flicking from stiff nipples. She guided Sarah’s sloppy lips to her lactating bosom. “Here, drink as much as you can. I couldn’t bear it if you disappointed him. He means everything to me.”

Drink her booby milk?

The elasticated girl wasn’t sure but couldn’t muster the will to protest. Then, a glistening droplet met her tongue in a riot of creamy flavor. Smooth and rich, the lactate flowed freely. A gentle suckle brought forth a thick stream that quickly filled her mouth. She had to swallow or ****.

Gulping, she let the warm liquid slide down her throat, spreading delicious warmth into her tummy. It settled around her core, radiating heat and sparking an unexpected reaction…

Pussy-dripping rousal.

Sarah squirmed, thighs churning as she slurped out more milky goodness, diverting the fluid mass to different parts of her body. The molten lust pooled in her chest, butt and thighs, infusing the flesh. That musky odor was everywhere. Adding another layer to her sensory overload.

“Good girl. Good girl.” Kinetica crooned, removing Sarah’s auburn wig to comb fond fingers through her green tresses. “Keep drinking. Zay loves my milk. He fucks me the hardest while feasting on my breasts. It invigorates him. Let’s pack you to the brim. I’ve always got more.”

By the time they swapped to the other teet, the crotch of Sarah’s orange leggings was dark with wetness, and her drenched sweater frayed at the seams around her expanding tit-flesh.

“Mmmph~!”

She was anything but relaxed when the first climax struck, her world flaring blindingly white. Then she felt very relaxed, melting into a gurgling puddle of bliss.

Zane unlocked the door with Colly's fob and strode into the apartment carrying an armload of shopping.

It was his now. She’d signed over the lease, along with several fat bank accounts, no-limit credit cards, off-shore investments, and an impressively diverse stock portfolio.

He’d become richer than Midus overnight by banging the city’s top superheroine senseless.

“It’s all for you, Sugar.” She moaned, plastering her phenomenal body against him while he reviewed the documents, lavishing kisses on his increasingly sturdy jawline. “Mere money is nothing compared to the potential you hold.”

A small piece of Zane knew something was off. Personalities didn’t flip like a switch. Neither did they surrender all their worldly goods and wealth after a single night of unbelievably hot, earth-shaking passion.

They’d fucked in every conceivable position.

Colly had gleefully ridden his glowing pussy-pounder on the white leather couch, howling with pleasure. She’d begged for his seed when he pinned her to the silk sheets of her king-sized bed, rutting like feral beasts. Zane had even hosed the gorgeous heroine down in their morning shower, watching her poreless skin absorb his iridescent jizz amid the steamy spray of water, cumming herself stupid.

It wasn’t right. Zane wasn’t a super or an enhancer, as Colly kept insisting. So he’d formulated an excuse to gain some breathing room–some room to think and reflect away from the sex-driven madness.

Colly arranged a limo service to ferry him around the city.

She wanted what was best for him.

Zane returned to his shitty downtown apartment under the pretense of retrieving a few sentimental possessions, only to war with an overpowering urge to burn the goddamn hovel to the ground.

How had he endured such squalor? Living in a human ant colony constructed of crumbling brick and concrete, the sheer injustice enraged him like never before.

Zane might not be super, but he could make a difference through Kinetica–his devoted girlfriend and respected heroine. Maybe even help out some downtrodden masses along the way.

Holding that conviction, he’d left the depressing slum in the rear vision mirror and gone shopping for new duds.

Nothing too extravagant. A Versace suit or three. Racks of Armani shirts and slacks. Serval pairs of Dolce and Gabbana shoes. Bags upon bags of designer clothing that showcased his developing physique to maximum effect. The price tags were staggering but hardly scratched his astronomical bank balance.

The retail therapy worked a treat. By the time Zane cruised home, sipping on a flute of Bollinger, he’d forgotten the unsettling episode entirely.

He deserved the best.

“Stack the rest by the door.” He told the chauffeur, dumping his armload to peel a Benjamin off his billfold and tip the overburdened man. “Thanks, chum.”

“Thank you, sir!”

Sir.

That had a nice ring to it. The only people who’d called Zane “sir” in the past were cops and passive-aggressive cheesedicks; neither used the address respectfully.

“How much have you had to drink tonight, sir?”

Or…

“Step aside, sir. You’re blocking my wife’s view.”

This sounded better. He tucked another C-note into the chauffeur’s jacket for good measure.

Stepping into the luxurious living room, Zane marveled at his reversal of fortunes—rags to riches, like a fairytale. Life had gone from a grizzly fight for survival to an utter breeze. He had a platinum-class ticket on the gravy train, and the next stop was Easy Street.

Zane hadn’t answered his manager’s calls, blocking the corpo-cunt instead. Kronos Industries could go fuck themselves. Who named their company after a villain of Greek mythology anyway? Zane would die before returning to that spirit-sapping cubical.

“Babe, I’m home!”

“Sugar!”

Colly appeared wrapped in a pink satin bathrobe. Her inflated breasts spilled from the insubstantial garment, which barely dusted the apex of her slender thighs. She looked gloriously tousled, gold and scarlet tresses falling in a sexy tangle down her side like a photoshoot model.

The gorgeous superheroine swooped into his arms, stealing a ravenous kiss. Their tongues danced, hands roamed, passion climbing at an alarming rate.

She tasted of cardamom and brown sugar.

Pulsating power ignited Zane’s center—a second heartbeat throbbing at her close proximity. The magnetic attraction dragged them inexorably together. He cupped her sculpted butt under the tiny robe as she hooked long legs around his waist.

“I missed you something awful,” Colly whined when he squeezed her. “You were gone for hours that felt like days. Are you hungry?”

“Not for food,” Zane growled. The thrumming energy within him whirred like a dynamo gathering speed. “What else you got?”

That coaxed an impish chuckle from the lusty telekinetic. “I think I have just the thing. Let me show you.”

He frowned when she flew from his possessive grasp, wiggling that supple ass in the air and beckoning him toward the master bedroom. Her grin held pure mischief.

“Babe, what have you been up to today?”

“A surprise. Come see.” Colly teased, darting ahead.

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