Mel was a bundle of energy, petite and cute yet taut and well defined, her attributes filling out her clothes, the tight jeans, the knee length boots, and as she stood there hands on hips, pouting at Brian, he was sure he could see the outline of her nipples as her now ample boobs pushed against her tight shirt, which had now permanently ridden up revealing a sparkling belly button ring to go with all her other jewellery. Even her brunette hair seemed to look more lustrous.
Brian was very aware that this cute girl had just caused a lot of damage and even possibly endangered life during her rampage and she seems to have a lot more jewellery which must have come from somewhere, and she didn’t have that much money……..yet he was somehow transfixed by this compact beauty before him.
“Thanks baby, you look as if you are enjoying this”, looking between Brian’s legs where he had cummed in his pants, “I certainly am. Watch this, baby”. Brian was intrigued by that. The answer came soon enough, Mel lifted up her shirt and cupped her now quite firm boobs and kneaded them. It did not take long for a powerful stream of milk to squirt out, so powerful that went across the room and shattered part of the opposite wall and smashed several ornaments on a shelf.
Brian didn’t know what to make of this, he just stood there open mouthed, while Mel just giggled “oops……”. She smiled sweetly at Brian and blew him a kiss, before going towards him with a certain amount of lust in her eyes. Brian didn’t know how to respond, he wasn’t used to this predatory behaviour, certainly not from cute petite innocent Mel. So he reacted instinctively by backing off. However Mel kept coming forward and what’s worse she walked through everything in her way, furniture, walls, everything………and eventually caught up with him at the back wall of the kitchen. All Mel had to do was touch things and they gave way, as hand imprints on walls and on metal objects testified. Mel tried to be careful at that point, walls are fragile things if you are that strong as she pinned him against the wall and grabbed his crotch which immediately exploded in his pants again. Inevitably though, dust started coming from the ceiling and cracks started appearing, so she put him down.
“Oh **** it! I want to try out my new strength……” whereupon with Brian under one arm she bent down and dug her manicured ringed hand into the concrete under the wood block flooring by a wall and lifted. With creaks and groans and not a little fallen debris the WHOLE house rose from the ground. Brian was astonished and not a little dismayed, it was his parents’ house. What would they say? Also the expletive from the glorious example of femalehood in front of him, he had never heard her do that before. What was she becoming?. Brian was concerned but also so turned on, he was so confused.
She laughed uproariously as the house flew through the air, landing on a field outside the city limits several miles away and she wasn’t even particularly trying.
“You’re going to watch this time, baby. Stay there and watch me have fun. Remember your powers, I can’t be held responsible for any deaths caused in the making of this film”, she joked. Brian was alarmed, did she say deaths? “Only joking, dear”, she said as if reading his thoughts putting her finger over his mouth, now hush baby, watch me”. Her voice was soothing even as she tore up her first lamp-post, and squeezed it like soft putty, before squeezing it into a ball. Next was a tree, torn up and tossed like a caber into the glass front of an office block. She tore apart several parked cars, before walking out into the road and stopping cars and barely giving their owners time to get out screwed them up like soft putty. All the time she strutted around, small but sexy and strong, black boots often cracking the tarmac even as she walked. She swept her fingers along railings, barely noticing the metal giving way, plink plink plink. She just loved walking through walls, including into shops or offices announcing her presence sweetly before exercising herself by ripping the place apart.
As she continued her destruction Brian was becoming more and more concerned, she was so carefree which he loved, but oh the damage and she was playing fast and loose with people’s well-being. When she brought that shop down around her even as she pushed the main supporting pillars one by one with a single finger she was not careful about whether people had managed to escape, she was so enjoying herself, likewise when she stopped that bus by putting her hand out and going straight through it.
“Now, stop ****ing worrying, you’re ****ing me off! Have I killed anybody yet? Only injuries, they could have got out of my way. Stop moaning!” The sharpness of the response took Brian aback. Was she now truly out of control?
With that she went to an overpass and started toying with the supports. The overpass was packed with cars and panicking people. By this time she was wearing a pair of black leather opera gloves she had taken from a shop she had destroyed, she so didn’t want to get her delicate hands any more dirty. With glee on her face she shook the overpass pillar lightly and watched the concrete start falling.
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