Tessa Michaels, Small Time Thief

The day started like any other day, with a quick trip to the bank. Despite the moderate fall weather, I was wearing sunglasses and a much heavier coat than required, with a large luxury purse on my arm. The coat was beige with a fur collar. It had buttons, but rather than use them I kept it closed with the attached belt. It was large enough that it fully covered my skirt, leaving my sandals as the only other part of my outfit you could see. I held the coat close to my chest, with a hand on either side. If you saw me you might think I was a flasher, and in a way, you wouldn't be wrong. I stepped into the bank and surveyed the tellers. I had my pick of the litter. Closest to the entrance was a greying old man, and not in a GILF way, he looked like he'd drop dead tomorrow. Center was a bespectacled nerd. He had a stain on his tie and was shaking just helping the woman in front. Last was a cute redhead with her hair in a bun. She had a cross necklace on and was a light blue dress with a very high collar. My kind of gal. I smiled and walked over to her.

"Hello, how may I help you today?" She asked. I paid her no mind, instead checking if her co-workers are paying attention. They weren't. I unbuckled my jacket and let it fall to my sides, revealing my top underneath. It was a baggy pink top with an obscenely low neckline. I got it from a girl at a rave. The motion of pulling open my jacket drew her eyes to my center, but I'm sure she'd look anyways. My breasts are, and I say this with zero exaggeration, superhuman. I stopped measuring them because they wouldn't stop growing but the last bra I wore was a 36J. They were clearly larger, but the store stopped selling at that point. They would be unbearable if whatever gave me them didn't also affect my back muscles. As they are, I'm a big fan of them. The teller seemed to agree.

Her mouth was agape as she stared at my cleavage. Someone unfamiliar with my charms would assume she was leering, but I recognized the truth from the dilation in her pupils. She was entranced. As long as I was here, she would stare. I could starve her if I wanted. Instead, I dropped my large purse on the counter, right in front of her. She didn't even flinch.

"I would like to withdraw the maximum amount." This pretty little thing wouldn't have budged if I told her to start shoveling money into the bag, but her co-workers would've noticed something is up. So, instead, I act as if I'm doing normal bank business.

"Sure, I'll just need your bank information," She said, her glazed eyes still glued to my chest.

"No you don't."

"No I don't." She opened up the drawer and starts pushing bills through the opening without looking down. As she does I start putting them into my new Chanel bag. A couple of months ago I wouldn't dream of owning one, but when you don't have to pay, you indulge. After a bit she stops, but before she can tell me I hit the maximum, I speak up.

"Do it again."

"Do it again," She droned. And she did it again. During the third run, the bag starts feeling heavy.

"Okay, stop, I'm good," I said, before zipping up the bag. "What's your name?" I swing the bag over my shoulder.

"Katelyn."

"Really?" I giggle. "You go by Kitty-Kat now. What's your cup size?"

"I go by Kitty-Kat now. I'm a 36C."

"Good, I'm not breaking your back. You don't wear underwear anymore. Bras or panties." At this point, I grabbed lip balm from my bag and started applying it in the reflection of the bank glass.

"I don't wear underwear anymore."

"How often do you masturbate?" She paused for the first time. It's hard to remember anything in the haze my body creates.

"About once a week." I raised an eyebrow. I'm sure that's normal, but I've always been a bit hornier than average, and it's only gotten worse since the girls came in.

"Boyfriend?"

"I'm single." Damn, Kitty-Kat here is quite the maiden. I put the cap back on my lip balm and start popping my lips.

"You masturbate every night now. Right before bed, until you fall asleep. You also masturbate in the shower and whenever you go to use the bathroom." That should give her some interesting dreams. "When I'm gone, pull the silent alarm. You remember me as having red hair under a wig, with green eyes and a fake tan. I have a chest tattoo that's a smiling sun. I was kinda short and had a heavy Jersey accent." Complete horseshit. I'm a natural brunette, with brown eyes and unmarked skin the color of chestnuts. Ever since my powers came in I shot up to 5'11 and my accent is minor, and even then is a blend of AAVE from my neighborhood and Dominican from my mother. As she repeated my final commands, I dropped the lip balm into my bag and slowly started to button up my coat. I didn't want to accidentally take her out before she internalized all my fun but I'd rather the coat not fly open in the wind and have the girls entrance someone else by mistake. Once Kitty-Kat was done, I picked up my bag and--

KA-BAMM

A large boom hit the bank. I heard glass shatter and saw out of the corner of my eye smoke fill the room. Supervillain attack.

"FUCK!"