Well, obviously it tastes amazing

Bridget is straddling your cock, bouncing gently against you as you both float through the store on a giant ribbed inflatable island. She leans into you, and you swear you see her tits swelling as one of them holds itself aloft--telekinetically, you're guessing--to meet your lips.

Bigger and milkier, Bridget projects to you. I can alter my body. You can't believe how lucky you are. You'd always considered Bridget to be the best thing that happened to you, but now your better half is transforming into a literal goddess day after day. I like that word--Goddess. I guess I seem to be getting there, don't I? Bridget looked around at the intimate group she'd subjected to her abilities, admiring her work. Even the guard seemed to be having fun now--despite being bound and humiliated by equipment.

"Harris?" His radio buzzed, still clipped to his belt, suspended in the air. "What's going on at Steele? Do you have the couple?" Bridget winked at you and squinted at the belt, which bobbed toward you both, the radio still clipped to it.

"We found them, sir," The radio buzzed back in a male voice. You watched Bridget mouth the words as the sound went out over the channel. Obviously she was making extremely clever use of the technopathy she'd demonstrated with the SUV earlier. "It's...I don't think it's them, sir. There are some things happening here that I don't think you'd believe if I told you.

The taste of her milk is indescribable. In any other context 'warm milk' wouldn't really sound too appetizing, but this isn't just milk. This is...ambrosia. You're sucking on her hard, cupping her tit with one of your hands while your other wraps around her ass. When you swallow, you can feel it coating you, running down your esophagus and stirring some strange sense in you. You can't put your finger on it at the moment.

"Well, what's going on?" The radio buzzes back as Bridget moans, making a kissy face at you and mentally telling you to suck on her harder. "If it's not them, who is it? Do I need to send backup to you, or what?"

"I don't think the police are even equipped for this one. It's not...people at all. It's...well--maybe you should check the video cameras outside of Steele Sports."

Bridget rocks her hips against you, and your dick pumps on its own as you follow her command--sucking even harder on her tits and groping her with a grip strength you'd never use on the average woman.

"Uh....huh, honey. Drink drink drink. I wanna share some of this with you." You're not certain what she means by this, and she doesn't respond telepathically, even after you mentally asked the question. "Mmm...just suck those tits and trust me, okay?"

You're not going to have to hear that twice.

Bridget waves her hands, and the hovering entourage begin bobbing down, forming a line as they continue howling and moaning in delight. It's like they've all forgotten how unnatural all of this is, lost in the carnal pleasure Bridget's making them experience.

The first clerk you both messed with was literally balls deep in a pair of shiny bicycle shorts, hanging on to the shoulder straps of a tank top and thrusting into them. A couple other outfits flanked him, and as the manager-clerk couple that were lost in each other followed, you realized that Bridget was flying you all toward the door.

There was a clear lack of customers. You weren't sure if that was because people were scared away from the chaos in the store, or if there was something that Bridget did to assure you wouldn't be disturbed.

The line of hovering firearms at the door sort of answered that question for you. It came into view as you and Bridget took up the back of the line in the procession. The firearms began to disperse back into the store, and you wonder just how many things Bridget can focus on at once. There's sports equipment, balls, gear, and pool toys hovering out and into the mall with this entourage, which actually splits up when you all pass through the raised gate door.

Bridget trembles over you, raising her fists into the air as you watch her irises glow the pale blue hue of her eyes--transisting to an even cooler blue--burning nearly white. She's thrusting against you as the inflatable island squeaks under you, suspending you both as you sail into the main corridor and rise up through the open space in the middle, level with the mall's second floor. You hear people's exclamations now--some of them shouting about your public copulation while others shriek at the sporting goods gone mad. You take a quick glance at a young man assailed by a group of soccer balls, then watch as a young mom is scooped up by an inflatable boat, her stroller rolling gently after her as she sails down the hall. A couple of employees at an alternative fashion store gawk in wonder, thinking themselves safely behind the glass walls dressed up with displays as they watch running shoes, athletic shorts, and gear like hockey sticks and baseball bats bobbing past their storefront.

Bridget is panting, and you can practically feel an electric current running up your cock and through your spine. Detached from her magically lactating tit now, you swear you can still feel its strange effect dancing through you, especially as Bridget pushes you closer to orgasm. Something's going on--something different than before, and you watch your girlfriend transform further before your eyes.

Bridge--are you okay? You direct at her. She's practically vibrating atop you now, and even though you swear you've been on the verge of orgasm since she mounted you, you can't will yourself to come inside her. Her eyes are illuminated a nearly 10000-kelvin white, and when you look back at her, you expect it to blind you--but instead, her glowing face becomes your focal point as the world around you shines a kaleidoscopic iridescent.

"I'm going to harmonize them," she says it to you aloud, but her thoughts echo the same words into you. You both break away from the levitating inflatable as your body rises higher, propelling you both up. Just as you think she's about about to hit the glass skylights above--the strangest thing happens.

She passes right through the matter. You do too, and the phase is accompanied by a tingle through your cells (which you ALSO swear is going to set your dick off--but once again--doesn't).

"No, silly--you come when I wish you come," Bridget shouts as you rise even higher into the air. You can actually see your SUV at the end of the corridor, still parked atop the mall. A couple of figures are nearby it, but they seem to be flailing unnaturally--wrenched from the ground as they grab onto the doors and tailgate of your vehicle to stop themselves from rising into the air. "I want you to see it. To see what I see. Watch what I can do to them."

It's a psychic thread running through us, actually, She continues in your thoughts as you begin to have visions. All of us are too tied to our bodies to feel the overlying network--but I'm not. Not anymore. At first, it's the people you encountered in the sporting goods store--each and all carried away with their carnal activities, some of them more unnatural than others. There's the manager-clerk couple screwing nude--high against a wall. The guard who nearly killed you if not for Bridget's intervention, his ass tanned by his own belt and a bevy of equipment as he's being jerked off by some kind of athletic glove. The clerk you first encountered, who was surrounded now not just by insanely curvy clothing, but also--some deliciously-shaped women, some of them in a state of half-dress as they exhibit the effects of Bridget's insanely multi-tasking telekinetics on their bodies--some of them playing with themselves the old fashioned way.

"Bridget, I--" Your mouth snaps shut as the visions fade, and you see her grinning at you, her eyes still glowing white. Is this what it means to fuck a goddess?

That's just the tip of the mountain, She answers, and now it flashes through you rapid-fire as you EXPERIENCE the sensations of those you're seeing. A young woman lifting off the ground for the first time, the skirt of her dress filling with a supernatural wind that lifts her off the ground and plays with her pussy. The entire staff of a food-court restaurant in full-on orgy, their nubile bodies bent over countertops and fucked by other staff members like a social fulfillment of some collective fantasy while their respective tasks go on performing themselves. A middle-aged couple sixty-nining in a dressing room, the female-half of the equation inverted and suspended in such a way that made gravity look optional. The rest of the security offices' ill-fated 'backup', each of them cuffed to chairs and jerked off by latex gloves from the nearby janitorial supply as they're **** to watch security cameras depicting absolute sexual pandemonium.

You're trembling now. This is too much. You're feeling everything--all of it at once, and you can hear Bridget's laughter both through your ears AND between them.

DO YOU SEE? DO YOU SEE WHAT I CAN DO? Her voice trembles through your cells. Praise your Goddess and give her your seed--and she will share with you a greater portion of the POWER you're witnessing than any other mortal will ever see.

A tear streams down your face as you're ignited with neurological fire that you imagine no human has ever experienced. She's wired to everyone--to everything. Reality is obeying her unknowable whims at every level, and the only body lucky enough to be physically tied to her is yours.

I don't want your power, you say back through your thoughts. I just want to bask in it for as long as it pleases you.

You feel her pussy clinch around you, and you let out an uninhibited moan. Your human sight returns to you, and as you see Bridget lit against the blue sky, she leans into you, haloed by the mid-morning sun behind her. The glowing blue returns to her eyes, and you watch as she bites her lower lip and squeezes her thighs ever so gently around your hips.

"Oh my god, that's so fucking sweet," She says, sounding like herself again. "Come for me. Everyone, EVERYTHING--come!"

You cry out as your cock releases, shooting hot cum into Bridget. Her arms wrap around you and you both spin into the air as she answers your cry, her body tightening. You feel like she can twist you apart, but you want nothing more than to hold this embrace, skyborne, as you both absorb the psychic flow of hundreds of releases below you. It's unbelievable. It's insanity. You're at least 10 meters from the roof of the mall now, and there's an occult knowledge in you that the people in the building below are all feeding Bridget with some kind of gestalt sexual awareness--some prescience on the level of a meta-mind. Reality is shattered for some unbounded amount of time--and eventually you realize you're no longer rising into the air. Your sexual flight has reached some determined apogee, and Bridget simply holds you, gently, in silence but for the air filling her lungs.

"Bridge--" You say, squeezing her. "That was, well--I mean--any word I use seems pretty inadequate." She doesn't respond--neither audibly, or in your mind. "Bridget?" You loosen your grip, and her lips are curled into a slight smile, her eyes closed. Her hair has a plantinum sheen now, and her chest is--well, it's really something--but it's still your Bridget wrapped around you. And...sleeping?

You look down, swallowing hard when you wonder if you've resubstantiated--and whether a new Goddess has as much control asleep as she does awake.

Well-in-hand, her voice teases as you feel two hands clasp your bare ass, giving it a squeeze. You look down at her. She still has her arms wrapped around your shoulders, and it still looks like she's sleeping. The smile on her face is slight and knowing--but also the definition of serenity itself. You know that means she can still read your thoughts, but that doesn't stop you from thinking about it:

Whatever happened below...it really happened. Your SUV with your plates is literally parked on the roof of the mall. For all you know, there are still hundreds--maybe thousands of animated objects and magically suspended people in the building below you, and you've no doubt that it will earn you both magnitudes more human attention on multiple emotional axes--wonder, fear, anger, possibly even gratitude or worship. And maybe a goddess is prepared to handle this stuff, but you wonder if you are.

Bridget's eyes flutter open--yielding a glossy human reflection and their mortal, pale blue hue. "Maybe instead of thinking so much...you could just suck on my tits some more and spend a little time with me in the oblivion of this afterglow," She smiled, pulling you in for a kiss.

You let the power of a Goddess' kiss flow through you until she decides when to pull away, squeezing her massive tits together for you. As you wet your lips again, you realize--that's another request you don't need to hear twice.