Proliferation

Lydia had assumed her command to let her footwear play would be interpreted as 'play with each other', but when she spied a pair of black vinyl platform boots walking out of her closet and toward the front door of her apartment she realized that once again her command was taking another interesting turn she wished to see through. Instead of commanding them to return, Lydia pointed a finger at the door which opened by itself to allow the showy boots out. Between thrusts against the boots at her pussy, the pen hopped to life and placed itself onto the paper of the notebook as two wishes were written inside.

I want to see what my power is up to whenever I want.

I want to be able to use my power on anything I can see, even if I'm not in the same room.

The shiny black boots tapped a toe, and the rest of the living footwear in Lydia's apartment fell in line. The shoes followed the boots out the door, which gently shut behind them. They scattered through the hallway, apartment doors opening quietly to let them in. The showy boots continued through the hallway to the elevator, the up button depressing without the aid of a human hand. The doors opened, and a solitary woman slumped back to allow someone in and letting out a stifled giggle when she looked down to find the empty boots step in.

"You're cute. Going my way?" She slurred. Even looking straight down at the boots, it didn't quite click that there was no one inside of them. Or maybe it did and she didn't care. The half-consumed bottle of **** from the brown paper bag in her hand blurred that line. "I'm heading to a party on the top floor. Wanna come?" The button to the top floor pressed itself as the doors began to shut. "Good choice. We're gonna have fun tonight, I can feel it."