Preparation

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

Miranda let out another whoop of delight as she sped through the sky at about fifty times the speed of sound, although she'd made herself invisible and intangible so as not to cause any disturbances... well, yet, anyway.

Of course, she knew that she wasn't making herself fly, or making herself invisible, or making herself intangible. Her "flight" was actually Jane manipulating gravity on her behalf; her "invisibility" was Jane bending light around her while transmitting images directly into the optic centre of her brain; her "intangibility" was Jane shifting the particles of her body slightly out of phase with the rest of reality. (There was no need to shift any air, of course, since Miranda's life was now directly and indefinitely sustained by Jane's power.)

She came to an instant stop somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean and took a moment to feel up her current body, making herself tangible again so that she could feel the air on her hypersensitive skin. Right now, she was a 7'6" muscular, gorgeous bombshell with waist-length hair and a 40H-22-46 figure, with a two-foot cock thrown in for good measure.

"Why shapeshifting?" she'd asked. "I'd have thought you'd want to be the hottest person on the planet."

"Pfft," Jane had said. "If I want to be the hottest person on the planet, I'd just change society's standards of hotness to match exactly what I look like. So why should I be jealous? Same reason I'm letting you tap into my intelligence. It makes you way smarter than anyone else, including me as a mortal, but I'm infinitely intelligent now, so I don't really care how smart you are, since I'm smarter. You can be as hot as you want; I can always be hotter. You can be as good at anything as you want; I am better."

Miranda wasn't sure she entirely liked Jane's attitude toward being God. And she was even more disturbed by the notion that next week she'd be worshiping her best friend in church, that for the last two weeks she'd been worshiping a teenage boy who had been the worst **** ever to exist, and prior to that she'd been worshiping the God who let Mary go insane and Jesus become impotently angry over it.

But considering who else could have become God, and considering all the cool powers she now had (well, "had"), she wasn't going to complain a great deal.

She grinned as she held up her pinky finger. With that single digit, she could fire an energy beam that would vaporize the island below her (which only had a minimally manned research station, so Jane wouldn't consider it the sort of mass slaughter she didn't want Miranda doing), turn Mount Everest into pebbles, or give someone the most powerful orgasm of their life. She'd already killed one man by making him orgasm so hard his heart exploded from the stress on his body.

She spotted a big jetliner coming toward her. She was initially a bit disappointed when Jane told her that she wouldn't have the classic X-ray vision, but what she actually had was way cooler: four-dimensional instantaneous sight. After all, to a being looking from a fourth spatial dimension, everything in the three-dimensional universe to which Miranda was accustomed would be laid completely bare, and she could see inside everything, just like if she had been looking down at a two-dimensional world and able to see the innards of the beings living there. Plus, she saw things in real time, with no annoying lag because of things like the speed of light. She could, for instance, see everything going on in the Andromeda Galaxy, two and a half million light-years away, as it was currently happening. (Which was just as well, because it meant that if she teleported over there, she'd know what she was getting into, rather than what had been happening all that time ago.) Her other senses had, of course, been similarly enhanced, and she'd gained some new ones, like the ability to tap all electronic transmissions. So she knew literally everything going on aboard that plane, even what the passengers and crew were thinking, thanks to her telepathy. (Her telepathy, though, was only passive; Jane hadn't given her the power to directly alter people's minds.)

Miranda stirred up the air around the plane to create some turbulence. Nothing actually threatening, of course, just enough to create a bit of discomfort.

The threat would come in good time.

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I watched in my mind as Miranda slipped into the plane and made herself visible and solid again. Her cock had hardened to its full three feet, and was as thick around as her forearm.

I was quite amused by how, on the one hand, Miranda was still disturbed by the thought of Jack's being a serial **** or my not caring about the consequences of my actions, but on the other hand would happily kill--and before that, I knew she'd **** quite a few people on that plane herself--hundreds of people in living out her own fantasies, when that was exactly what Jack had done and what I was doing. Jack was a horny teenage boy--of course he fantasized about screwing everything he saw! And I'd felt all the pressure to get good grades or write good papers or teach good classes for so long now that of course I wasn't going to care about what effect what I did had on anything else because I didn't have to care any more! I'd dreamed of being carefree and able to do whatever I wanted!

No accounting for hypocrisy and double standards, I guess. But she's still Mir, I still love her, and she's always going to be my best friend. So I grinned as she started out by shredding the bustiest flight attendant's clothes and impaling the young woman on her monster dick.

Anyway, after Mir had left by teleporting herself into the sky above her mansion, I similarly whisked myself back to my rather more modest abode. As with everything else, I wasn't jealous that Mir's place was so much larger and more luxurious than mine, since I could easily give myself a palace the size of Russia.

Then I got down to thinking about my class the next day.

Having unconditional tenure definitely has its advantages. For instance, most tenured professors, particularly ones who were as good at research as I was, might teach only one class a year, and spend the rest of their time on research. But I could write an entire paper in my mind in a few weeks, and so I took four courses each term.

I decided that I would show off my abilities to that class. Not to the extent I'd done with my morning class today, of course, but there'd definitely be some bigger tits and cocks by the time that lecture was over. And since it was on thermodynamics, I was sure they'd get a kick out of seeing entropy in action... and how easily I could disregard it.

The lecture wasn't that hard to prepare, and I spent the rest of the night--I didn't need to sleep any more, of course; neither did Miranda--masturbating to watching my friend as she added spikes to her dick while making it grow out of the crewmember's mouth, shredding the woman's internal anatomy, before flinging the corpse to the side, grabbing another flight attendant by the hair, ripping it off along with her scalp, then tearing her in half at the waist, incinerating a third with a blast from her eyes, before moving on to the passengers.