Lydia Thinks Bigger

Lydia’s last command to the notebook was open to some pretty broad interpretation—but it hadn’t disappointed. She was sleeping peacefully after an unbelievable night exploring the capacities of the notebook she’d been given.

She stirred in the morning when her phone buzzed. She groaned, and a leather glove darted off the chair and inflated, silencing the alarm. Its mate rose and filled out, pointing at Lydia’s covers and pulling them back. Now both gloves joined up, hovering over her and sailing toward her chest. With the palms upturned, the gloves made tiny come-hither motions with their pointer fingers, and once again, Lydia’s nipple rings stood at attention.

“Unnnnph...” Lydia mumbled, rolling a little to put herself square on her back. Her nipple rings danced on their own, and the notebook fluttered open to the last stroke of writing in it.

Pleasure.

Lydia’s dresser drawer opened, and one of her vibrators hovered out, turning itself on. Her eyes fluttered open. She felt leather gloves at her shoulders, her nipple rings tweaking themselves, and something—she couldn’t tell what—teasing at her pussy lips.

“My goodness...first thing, huh?” Lydia giggled, watching the vibrator hover toward her. Lydia raised her eyebrows, and the vibe shot between her tits. Her breasts responded by pressing against each other, pressing the humming vibrator between them. “Unghhh...I’m...not gonna get anything done at this rate.” Lydia reached out for the notebook, which slid itself toward her. Maybe this unspecified ‘pleasure’ thing had interesting effects—like inert objects bending to her will—but it was also constantly in the forefront of her focus. Pleasure was a mantra that has invaded her since last night.

Even her dreams were pleasing.

She dreamed she was with her ex-roommate Felicia—and she had the notebook. She used the thing magically—invisibly--and she had the girl suspended, bound by unseen bonds and groped, fucked and licked by countless ghostly points.

Which gave her a couple of ideas, of course. Lydia scribbled the first edit.

Clear this book of all my wishes, but leave their effects in place and allow me to switch this raw ‘Pleasure’ thing on and off at will.

When she finished, she willed it off, and the enchantments eased up—her nipple rings becoming still as her gloves draped themselves over her chair once more.

And make my wish history invisible to anyone but me.

The ink took on an interesting sheen—but she could still see it. Then she remembered her dream. She was invisible—messing with Felicia without her knowledge. Make her ‘wish history’ invisible? This was thinking small. She needed to protect the book entirely.

If it could really do anything... She scribbled in the book again—something specific and long that made her move furiously, line by line.

Make this pen write true every time. It will never run out of ink, and it will write my wishes as I speak or think them, when I start a sentence with “I, Queen Lydia, make it law that...”

And...I Queen Lydia, make it law that this book and pen will hover nearby me and make my wishes reality, She thought...

The book took to the air, the pen poised and waiting.

...and only I can see it...

The things phased into a hazy form, and Lydia’s eyes blazed with ambition.

...and only I can touch it...

There seemed to be another sort of phase change in the objects, but when Lydia reached up to grab the book, it responded to her touch, allowing her to take hold of it. The pen behaved much the same way.

I want $5000 in cash to appear under my pillow in $100 bills every night, wherever I sleep.

Lydia cackled at this one. Thirty-five grand a week. A cheap house every month. She let go of the pen and book and stalked about the room, planning her next wishes as the book and the pen bobbed behind her, waiting for her next command. How could that kid not just keep this book for himself?

“His loss,” Lydia shrugged.

I, Queen Lydia, make it law that I can tell exactly where Felicia DeKlerk is...anytime.

She smiled. It worked. Everything just worked. She had no doubt she’d wake up to her 5 Gs in the morning. Felicia happened to be at the gym just this moment...about to change and start her workout. The details were insane. Lydia could almost see from Felicia’s eyes if she focused on the information hard enough.

Exactly meant exactly.

The $5000 dollars a day was...just easy utility. But it was play money for what Queen Lydia really wanted.

Exactly meant exactly, and everything—everything just worked. She could psychically tell where Felicia was, and what she was doing. Why stop there?

I, Queen Lydia, make it law that I can make myself intangible, invisible, and able to telekinetic ally affect the physical world. Lydia grinned. Another one. I, Queen Lydia, make it law that the energy for using these powers flows from a cosmic conduit that will never be depleted.

She could feel it welling up in her. Raw power to do just as she’d said—make herself undetectable while able to bend physical reality...and never, ever tire.

Lydia stared at herself in the mirror. She willed herself invisible and watched as her flesh disappeared from her sight, leaving only her tell-tale nipple rings and her hair tie. With another simple wish these disappeared too.

Next she pressed her invisible hand against her mirror, feeling the cold glass and imagining herself passing right through it.

And that’s what she did. In just a second, she found herself falling forward, not only through her mirror, but clear through her wall and through to the next apartment.

Everything just worked. Lydia looked around, momentarily curious about her neighbor’s digs. The place was well appointed, clean and stylish. Comfortable. Lived in by a woman, certainly. A little older than her, maybe. Lydia moved into the apartment building for her last year at uni, and she didn’t know much about her neighbors since most of her time was spent on campus.

She liked the look of this place and wanted to know more about whoever lived here, but she had designs on Felicia.

And I, Queen Lydia, am teleporting—invisibly and intangibly along with my magic book—right into...

A woman walked into the main room of the otherwise quiet apartment, wearing nothing but a towel. Lydia paused her thought, letting her wish hang in limbo as she stared at this impeccably stacked thirty-something bobbing around her apartment as if she was preparing for something important.

Now Lydia had a choice to make. She could still catch Felicia in the locker room if she wished herself there now—but she also knew where Felicia was any time, so there was a certain appeal to playing around with her new abilities with her unaware neighbor to test things out first.