A world of supervillains

You could reshape the world and create something new right away, of course. But another fun option would be to destroy what is already here.

I wish I had all the powers of Power Girl, and every kinky variation thereof I might think of as well.

Your physique shifts and runs, muscles growing in definition as your chest surges forward into two large, perfect breasts. Fiction appears to be a useful reference point to anchor your thoughts while making a wish. Excellent. Wishing a mirror onto your wall, you admire yourself and summon up a black-colored version of Power Girl's classic outfit.

"I can't wait to kill somebody with my Super Boobs," you say, giggling as you pull open your chest window and cup your enormous mammaries. Your fingers sink deeply into the softness of your chest, sending warm electric currents of pleasure down into your root. "In fact, why wait?"

Using your X-Ray vision, you glance through the paper thin wall next to you. The annoying couple who always wake you up in the middle of the night with their loud sex are having lunch. You aim your boobs at them and squeeze.

Twin blasts of hyper-pressurized milk erupt from your chest, punch through the wall like bullets, and poof, your first two kills get their skulls evaporated. The only sound from your crime was the snap of the milk going supersonic, but a quick glance around through the walls and floor confirms that nobody heard it. Giggling, you **** about a dozen more of your neighbours before getting bored and bursting up out of the roof. From high above you focus your gaze and feel heat building in your eyes. With your heat vision you blast the remainder of the apartment building to cinders.

Screams drift up from the terrified mortals on the ground and you laugh, because they are helpless and you are strong and nobody is ever going to stop you.