Out of the building

"I don't know how this works yet, so I'm just gonna ... go outside. To test it out."

"A great idea. Thoust wisheth to start slow, a wise decision. Perhaps thou mayest find a fair maid to capture the attention of thine newfound genitalia?" Feng's voice booms within her head, like a voice from every direction.

"A-Are you speaking into my mind? Or have you just gone up in volume or something?" Jasmine looks about, mildly concerned.

"Of course, fool girl! I am thy spirit advisor. Thy spirit advisor would be of no use to ye if it were unable to relay such sensitive information. Thoust can speak to me in the same manner, naturally."

"You mean like-- ahem." You mean like this? You can hear me when I just think at you?

"Ha ha ha, perfect! Now, don thy mask, we're going to paint yon town white!"

What? I don't think I got that reference. Jasmine looks at the mask in her hand. White, plain, blank. It's so plain one could just ... forget it was there. Distracted for a moment by activity out her window, Jasmine looks away and back again, only to see her mask is gone.

H-Hey! Feng! Where's my mask?!

Feng laughs, the sound rattling about in her head. "Thou'st forgot about it, nay? It's still there, in thy hand. As long as ye remember it, it will appear to thine hands if it does not already adorn thy visage. Now hurry, put it on already! I've waited long enough!"

Giggling a little, Jasmine pulls the mask over her face. Despite having no straps or ties to hold it on, the mask seems to simply attach to her face, the whole thing seemingly fading away into her being. Feeling her face, Jasmine's fingers touch bare skin. It's gone again!

"It is an ethereal object that barely exists, altering thy being along with it. Thou hast become one with the mask, allowing thee to see through it and act as though it isn't there."

So, Jasmine paces about for a moment, I'm like a ghost? Except I can touch stuff?

"Close enough." Feng chuckles jovially.

Enough chatting then, let's try it out! Jasmine grabs her keys, opens her door and goes to put them in her pocket, dropping them to the ground instead.

"Shit. Forgot my clothes ..." Turning back to grab them, Jasmine stops herself. I'm invisible, yeah? I don't even need them, then! I guess I'll just grab my backpack ... and maybe a few supplies. Giggling to herself, Jasmine scoops up a small back-pack and goes to town on her 'supplies'.

"It is said that one never knows what secrets a girl's bag contains, but thy selection is far from usual. Clever girl!" Feng laughs, the tattoo whirling about on Jasmine's back. Slinging the back over her shoulder, she leaves on her intrepid adventure. Blushing crimson at the prospect of streaking through the streets, her excitement begins to show down below. Geez, I'd better not be hallucinating. This is so weird ...

Tip-toeing down the corridor towards the elevators, Jasmine hits the button and gets in the first elevator she sees. Without looking, she runs into the only other occupant. A drab grey businessman with a drab grey suit and a boring black tie.

"Oh fuck. M-Mr. Smith!" Jasmine jumps back, trying to cover herself. Mr. Smith looks down at his watch and goes back to staring at the door. Oh shit, he really can't see me! Or hear me ... or ... Jasmine grins evilly. To the tune of Feng's raucous laughter, Jasmine reaches up, loosens Mr. Smith's tie and pulls it up around his forehead. Giggling maniacally as the man fails to react entirely, she pulls down his pants and stands back to admire her work. The lift door opens and Mr. Smith walks away, waddling a little with his pants around his ankles.

Dropping to the floor in hysterics, Jasmine barely notices the entry of the elevator's next guest. A young woman around Jasmine's age, far taller and maybe even a little curvier as well. Her long, straight red hair reaches all the way to the middle of her back, contrasting her vivid green eyes and black dress. She looks over at Jasmine, for a moment, but it seems she was just fixing her hair. Recovering from the heart-attack this momentary stare caused, Jasmine picks herself up from the ground.

I've seen this lady before! Oh, I'm gonna need to get a few moments with her, that's for sure! Jasmine smirks. Turning to the elevator control panel, she runs her hand down it, pressing the button for every single floor between here and the ground floor. "Very clever, very clever!" Feng laughs.

Jasmine tentatively puts a hand on the woman's arm. Satisfied with her lack of reaction and urged on by her growing shaft, she gets to work. Moving quickly, she begins unbuttoning her blouse until the tall lady's heaving bosom bursts through the last of the buttons. Her lacy bra, a front-opening strapless thing, is thrown to the heavens, revealing her beautiful nipples to the air. Jasmine grins, giving each a feel. Squeezing and kneading them in her hands as she presses her face in, she giggles to herself. "This is so weird, but so good. Feng, you're the best spirit advisor." Speaking aloud, knowing that no one will hear her but herself and Feng, she slowly grows accustomed to the nature of her new-found power.

Lowering her hands slowly, Jasmine unzips the woman's skirt, letting the garment drop to the ground. A little creative maneouvring and her lacy panties drop with them, revealing a cleanly-shaven nether-region. Feeling her lower-half reacting to this glorious sight, Jasmine walks casually around to the woman's backside. I can't believe I'm doing this, she smirks, squeezing the woman's round behind, her fingers teasing the lady's rear hole. The whole time she has done nothing but text on her phone, not moving once in reaction to her clothes being reduced to nothing but an open blouse. Jasmine, wiggling with excitement, presses her throbbing rod to the woman's back entrance. "H-Here goes nothing, then! Thanks for standing still, miss!"

Jasmine thrusts forward, her length sliding inside with some effort. Despite the lack of lubricant and her apparent tightness, the lady doesn't even flinch. Gripping her hips and bending the mystery beauty down a little, Jasmine begins to thrust in and out.
"Geez ... Is this really what it's like? It's so warm ..." Jasmine sighs, reaching up to fondle the woman's dangling breasts. As she pushes and pulls her meaty length in and out of this woman's probably-virgin butthole, Jasmine's tip reaches further and further inside until she finally manages to shove it all the way inside. As if reacting to it, the lady wiggles her legs apart a little wider, getting into a more comfortable position.

Oh, I get it, Jasmine grins as she plunders the bountiful booty before her, They'll only react to stuff they'd normally react to, like an awkward stance.

"Thou art learning well!" Feng laughs, their speech punctuated by the heavenly sounds of flesh on flesh.

Gripping the woman's soft breasts tight, Jasmine picks up the pace, her orgasm drawing near.
"A-Ah ... ! I'm gonna ... cum inside!" Jasmine cries out, plunging her girl-cock deep into the complete stranger's hiney. Her shaft pulses as it releases load after load of hot, gooey cum deep into the woman's behind. Panting with exertion, Jasmine slowly pulls her length out, a gentle trail of seed dripping down her inner thigh from her still-open hole. Leaning against the wall, Jasmine catches her breath.

That was the best orgasm I've ever had ... This cock is ... magical!

"Literally! It's spirit-infused, of course." Feng laughs. The woman in front of her, still dripping, steps out of the elevator as-is, leaving everything but her open blouse behind. Jasmine becomes aware of her length growing hard once more.

Sp-spirit-infused, you say ...

"More seed and less down-time, a good deal in my book! I see thee getting much use from it." Feng grins. Though Jasmine can't see him grinning, she can just about feel it. It's almost disturbing, if this situation wasn't so hot. Now that that's over with and the powers have been proven, what to do now?