Super Powers...?

An exciting idea hit me. So far, I'd been simply satisfying my sexual perversions but there were other things people dreamed of in life. Soaring through the air like a bird, becoming invisible, super strength... Could I do any of those? I thought about it for a while, practising transforming my hand into a dick and back again in the meantime to train. I didn't have much time to waste and that would be a fun trick if I wanted to fuck more than one woman at a time.

I took the mirror into my living room and moved my sofa out of the way to give myself space. I pictured a magnificent bird, huge wings outstretched and then folded back. Next, I pictured those same wings sprouting out of my shoulders. I thought about the way the air would move through my feathers, the physics of flight and aerodynamics. I factored in my weight to the process and tried reducing my bone density by a small amount, too. I didn't take this too far in case I broke something. In the mirror I began to see a dark mass form and stretch, all the way to the floor and further. Before long, beautiful, jet black feathers appeared. They reflected the light in lovely shades of emerald and I tried flexing them, getting a feel for the weight and muscles that I had grown to control them. They felt too sluggish, so I rebuilt the muscles to be bigger and faster. This time when I pulled them down I actually fell backwards from the power they produced and my mirror nearly toppled over backwards. Dust picked up from under my TV and it rattled back and forth on its stand. I couldn't try that again inside for fear of breaking everything, so I quietly slipped outside into my garden and then into my garage. I just had a few pieces of rubbish here and there and some tools in boxes stacked in a corner, nothing I would risk breaking. I left the small side door open to help relieve pressure then flexed my wings again. I pushed down, hard and blacked out.

When I came to, I was in a pile of feathers and blood. My shoulder ached and throbbed and I had an incredible pain somewhere in the middle of my back. I realised it was my wing that I had broken, snapped the soft bone clean in half and it hung, sadly, crushed beneath me. 'Fuck!' I shouted then groaned and tried to move but the pain was too much, so I just rested and breathed heavily through clenched teeth. Every few moments the angry wound would bite into me again and I'd be overcome with pain. I remembered my first experience with this power, how the scratches on my face had disappeared and left no trace. I attempted the same again, visualizing my wings being in perfect shape again and the pain quickly went away. I did the same for my whole body and the numbness replaced the pain as I healed. After the usual wait, I got up and patted myself down. At least I wouldn't need to explain anything to a doctor. I would need to find a safe way to practise this in the future.

I returned to my living room. Next was invisibility. I wasn't sure how I would pull this off, I thought about how light can pass through certain materials and their properties, but I was careful not to fixate on the idea of becoming glass. I imagined that could have catastrophic results. Instead, I settled on an alternative, changing my colour to suit my surroundings like some species of octopus. I knew they could alter their pigmentation in quite remarkable and accurate ways, so I tried to imitate that. I knew this wasn't exactly what I had hoped for but the result was impressive nonetheless. Everything but my eyes seemed to disappear. When I closed one eye, it too, blended into the illusion. So, with my eyes closed, I would be very difficult to notice from the right perspective. What about strength?

I reverted to my normal state. This time I didn't spend as much time in the gelatinous state, and I was grateful for the accelerated process. It still took a while but now I knew I could make progress on the speed front for certain. I thought about what made people strong and realised that was very limiting. Instead, I thought about strong materials and machines. I tried it on a small scale at first, just my left arm and hand. I had watched films with autonomous robots taking over the world, so I had a system in mind already. This took a remarkably long time to do, however, and my upper arm became quite thin in the process. I guessed he was some limit to this ability and I had an idea where the mass was coming from. How could I overcome the mass limitations of my body without becoming fat to fuel it? And even putting on body mass was a limiting factor in of itself. I couldn't take it very far without complications. I thought about this for a few minutes as my arm formed. Finally, it was ready, human looking and yet tough and heavy. In fact, my shoulder could no longer hold it up due to the weight and its reduced mass. I had incorporated many aspects from different sources to get something that would be strong and I could still use as a normal hand. Inside, it would look like a series of pistons and cables with a powerful protective shell to protect it. On top of this was a layer of actual skin with all my usual nerve systems, so I wouldn't have to worry about my sense of touch being lost. I had even included a small power source which was housed and well insulated to prevent shocks to the rest of my body.

I flexed the hand as it hung besides me like my broken wing had before. It opened and closed as a normal hand would. I put the TV remote in my hand and tried to gently hold it. This was an utter failure as the remote exploded immediately, my powerful grip completely obliterating it with the pressure. My eyes lit up excitedly. I ran back out to the garage and grabbed a piece of wood lying around on the floor, forgotten after a small project to build a bird house in the garden. The wood, about five inches thick, was meant to be the stand. I placed it in the grip of my robotic fist and squeezed gently. My grip closed on the wood and held it in place. I applied what I thought was about a quarter of my strength. The wood immediately began giving way, deep groves appearing in the surface. I ramped it up to half and the wood splintered and cut my skin in the process. 'Fuck!' I shouted in pain. Again, I hadn't taken enough care and ended up hurting myself. I quickly got into the healing process to cope with the injury. 'Fuck. Right. Next time, no nerves and I reinforce the skin, too. Shit.' I grunted in anger.

After these escapades, I spent the rest of the day training, practising precision transformations all the while holding onto a single other one that remained unchanged, my huge cock. I wanted to practise endurance, too, of course.