Candi and Bruce stared at the red light, mouths gaping.
"Crush the world, you say?" asked a self-satisfied voice. "That can be arranged." Candi's gaping expression of awe began to morph into a smile. Before she could say anything, the light streaked towards her. It shone onto her breasts, flooding them with a relaxing warmth. Candi took a deep breath as the thoughts in her head turned into a euphoric jelly. Her mind wandered like fog on a windless day, an indistinguishable mess of images and sensations crossing through her head. Flight. Standing on a mountain. Standing on an altar before a crowd of worshippers. Towering above the crowd, the tallest of her devotees barely brushing the tips of her toenails.
Soon, however, the images coalesced into a single, joyous thought. She was hovering in the void of space, staring at a little blue orb, scarcely the size of a soccer ball, dwarfed by her enormous breasts. She reached out with a perfectly-manicured hand, plucking the insignificant mote of dust from its orbit around the sun. Candi placed it on her sternum, nestling it between her tits. She caressed the outside of her bustline and squeezed inwards, feeling the layers of the planets crust beginning to give way. A blazing, empty ache in her crotch grew as the Earth began to give way. She could hear the miles of rock beginning to splinter, and a jolt of pleasure wracked her body. She panted in arousal, her cosmically-sized bust rising and falling like the hammer of a goddess. The world was grinding to dust between her breasts, and she was so close to the goddess-sized climax she deserved. All she need was to crush something bigger and then--
Hey. Space cadet, said a voice in her head. If you actually got to work, we could be reaching that point by the end of the week.
"What?"
Open your eyes, darling. I think you'll like what you'll see. Candi obliged.
When Candi awoke from her reverie, she could see the room, same as it ever was. That being said, last time she checked, she wasn't hovering over the room, her stiletto-clad feet hanging five feet in the air over the floor. Bruce was looking up at her, his uncomprehending look rapidly turning into a stone mask of ignorance.
"Candi? What's happening?" he asked.
"Simple," said the light's voice through Candi's mouth, "I'm giving your trophy wife her wish!"
"What?" asked Candi.
"Oh, not right now, certainly," said the new voice, "It'll take you a couple of days to really master the power that you've got at your disposal, but then sure, you could have whatever you want! All you need is to practice a little bit. Do you want to start now?"
"You know," said Candi, her bubbly voice taking on a manic edge, "I really do. I think I want to start with..."
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