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As Dana spent her night alone in the cold night air, far above the clouds, fondling and groping her hyper feminine, utterly insatiable, oversexed body, her little collaboration with Ava, their school’s would-be future influencer was making its rounds across the internet. Ava herself couldn’t wait to make it home after her little outing with Dana, and not just because she was terrified. No, she, like all others who were now discovering pictures of Dana Patrick Sawyer featuring in all sorts of beautiful, expensive dresses and gowns, was making the rounds on the internet, quickly trending on news aggregators, low life message boards, and Ai generated clickbait farmers and search engine cloggers.

Smokeshow, I wanna cum on those tits, Who is she, Photoshop has gone too far, AI has gone too far, were just some of the post titles that accompanied the impromptu photoshoot and “forced sponsorship” that Ava had gotten, thanks to Dana’s very large, very protruding, and very hypnotic tits. The discourse in the comments section was just as profound as the titles themselves, featuring gems such as:

Virgin killer dress

It’s just backless, idiot

She looks STRONG

I’d bend her over and pound her until she couldn’t move anymore

Pretty sure she’d break you in half with her arms, broski

Forget the arms, look how she’s squatting like that! I bet she could pincer me with those legs!

Can y’all just shut the fuck up I’m trying to jack off here

Some of the stronger willed and more image savvy viewers examined the photo of Dana dressed in her sheer black leggings and a cropped red leather jacket, while wearing absolutely nothing else, showing off the muscular physique of her long, well built, yet still feminine legs. They extended all the way up to her glorious bubble butt before flowing into those wide hips which were sadly obscured from view given her side-on pose. However, the curvature of her perfect ass and enormous bust were put on display to their fullest potential.

And as devastatingly gorgeous as Dana’s figure was, the most captivating and confusing thing was the fact that she appeared to be posing above the city skyline, standing on absolutely nothing at all. With one leg cocked, the other remained straight, her pointed toes looking as if she were standing on top of a building. But a closer look (and people did look closely, even if there was a lot of self touching and grunting and moaning involved) revealed that it was simply a trick of perspective—the stunning, fitness beauty teenager could be standing on absolutely nothing at all. Just a trick of the camera. Or maybe photo editing.

So a handful of people tried to look into how it was edited. They would never have found anything, of course, but as it turned out, Dana would not be getting exposed for her superhuman abilities. The longer they examined the photo, even for forensic purposes, the more Dana’s gripping beauty would ensnare their minds and their libidos. Their investigations would be lost, thrown to the wayside by the unyielding pull of the allure of Dana’s mesmerizing tits.

The only thing saving the people sitting behind their computers was the fact that Dana had her breasts mostly covered up. Still, just that portion of the redhead’s sideboob spilling out past the frame of her svelte, strong torso was enough to carry her hypnotic intent even through a digital image. Just not anywhere near her full erotic power.

Everyone found themselves distracted from their task, turning into helpless lust puppets, finding their sexuality rewired to only Dana. It didn’t matter if the viewer was male, female, non-binary, asexual, straight, gay... their desire turned only to this mysterious floating redhead, and only by thinking of her could they orgasm.

As Dana shivered high in the cold night air—not from discomfort, but from the supremely skilled touch of her long, slippery fingers against her aching nether lips and sweet, throbbing clit. With a single hand, she tore off whatever it was she was wearing, the elegant fabric turning back into nondescript tarp or blanket or whatever it was she had put on, her power morphing it into a stunning piece just as effortlessly as she had thrown it away. The ugly material drifted back to earth while her superhuman body hovered in the dark sky, against the backdrop of a field of stars. And none of them outshone the glow of her mesmerizing green eyes or the heart-wrenchingly gorgeous curl of her thick, very erotic lips as she continued to pleasure herself.

Her hyper sensitive ears automatically filtered out the sounds within a hundred miles of her—no, thousands. No, the whole planet. She could hear the whole planet! Her super mind scanned the entire ball of dirt, eavesdropping on private conversations on every corner of the world. Mundane family drama chats and secret government plans, hidden underground beneath 20 meters of land in a fortified bunker—all were easy pickings for her gorgeous, superhuman ears.

But all of those sounds, clear as crystal, didn’t compete with the superspeed squishing of her unfathomably powerful fingers between her completely invulnerable, wet, glistening nether lips.

“Oh god! Yessss!” Dana roared, her scream splitting the heavens above as steam rose off of her pussy. Her fingers and her eager twat would have been glowing white hot, were it not for her complete imperviousness to bodily harm.

One hand plunged deep into her tight, wet depths, her fingers strong enough to explore her fully in a way that Oliver’s pathetically soft manhood never could. Even as her inner canal contracted and expanded through her climax, squeezing her digits tight enough to vaporize metal, her fingers continued to churn deep inside of her as the heel of the palm of her hand slapped loudly against the hairless mound of her pubic region.

Her clit, throbbing and aching, was just as invulnerable as the rest of her. And still so sensitive. The way her hand was spasming at super speed against it would’ve broken the crust of the Earth, shattering the landscape and causing an earthquake in a hundred mile radius, perhaps even splitting a continent in half. But against her body, it only brought her more pleasures untold as the pleasure continued to well deep inside of her womb, in between the shelf of her unrepentant breasts, deep in her arched, sexy lower back, sending ripples all through her sinewy muscle and tingling her scalp with the joy that only a superpowered goddess could know.

And as she climaxed over again, her body bucking violently, shaking fast enough to be a blur in the air, her ears managed to filter out the sounds of the pathetic people below, masturbating to the simple pictures of her that hand been posted to Ava’s Instablam account. Dana could hear the active rubbing of wet flesh, under bed covers, in the shower, sitting at the computer—all of it only served to feed the fire that was burning inside of her. The world was hers! She hadn’t even done anything yet, besides fuck an entire male sports team and have her way with Oliver’s sister, turning her into a lesbian.

Dana hadn’t faced a military yet. No soldiers, tanks, airplanes had been crushed by her loveliness to date. She wanted to blast them with her lasers, melting metal with soldiers instead. Or perhaps even shearing entire bits clean off, as if she were wielding a sharp knife against a cake.

Or she wanted to stand there in a hail of bullets and shells, completely in the nude, hands on hips. Her strong biceps would remain naturally flexed as sharp metal fragments pinged off of her gorgeous, shredded six pack abs while her fertile, feminine hips rejected all pathetic military advances upon her body. Her breasts might respond as the so-called deadly projectiles bounced off her large, protruding, perfectly shaped nipples, but she had more than enough control to betray any emotion. Dana would just stand there, a permanent, arrogant smirk plastered on her lips.

And when she’d had enough, she would part those lovely lips and scatter all of the men and their pathetic machinery around like fluff in the wind. Her warm, lovely breath, generated from the endless capacity with her lungs.

The news of her conquest would spread across the world. Dana would find a lucky news media outlet to interview her. She would dress in whatever, letting it mold to the contours of her body perfectly, highlighting the extreme contrast between her prodigious bust and her pencil thin waist. Forget if looks could kill. Looking at Dana for too long would be fatal for any human. She would drive them to sexual exhaustion, orgasming to the sight of her stupendously sexual, absurdly overpowered body.

But no, she had done none of that. All that the redheaded Dana had done was have a picture of herself taken and posted to Instablam. And everyone was already falling under her spell.

Dana screamed in ecstasy again.

Her eyes glowed green before she tilted her head back and opened her long lashed lids, firing incandescent heat far off into the vacuum of space. Those two pleasure-originating, all destructive beams traveled at the speed of light, incinerating space dust as it exited the Milky Way Galaxy with no end in sight. It was lucky for space that space was mostly empty—else, Dana’s casual orgasm would have done a lot of damage.

And while Dana drilled her pussy with the one hand, her other had not been vainly idle either. No, the fingers of her other hand attempted to wrap around her enormous breast, failing to cover the expansive flesh—a testament to just how incomparably large her bosom was. The way she kneaded and squeezed her right breast so effortlessly, making her hyper feminine breast look supple and soft, could only be accomplished by hands as powerful as hers. Those perfectly manicured fingers gripped hard enough to crush skulls and melt steel, flicking her nipple thousands of times per second as she swiped her harder than diamond nail across the very sensitive peak of her tits.

Amidst all of her rolling, heat vision firing orgasms, Dana could detect the spreading influence of her imagery. People masturbated to her photos and finished quickly, and due to the nature of social media, for every person that had just orgasmed to her, ten more followed as they discovered her picture. It was so easy. Too easy!

Dana had to make sure that none of her personal information was readily available. She would have to go and talk to Ava. Have some fun “convincing” her classmate not to out her.

Even after thousands of planet-destroying orgasms, Dana had the self control to stop immediately. Her clenching, clutching, magnificent body came to rest without issue as she serenely floated there in midair. The particles in the air shimmered as it touched her body, sparkling and forming a bodysuit as her power to manipulate clothing seemed to magnify even further, now weaving a gossamer evening gown out of absolutely nothing.

Dana turned around, lying flat on her belly in midair as she splayed her long arms outward and backward in a stretch. The sheer fabric expanded down the sensuous swell of her bust, leaving plenty of her hypnotic cleavage visible as it sunk inward toward her cinched waist, making sure that the outline of her pebbled abs did not go forgotten.

Then, down past the wide expanse of her hips and the arduous, sensual journey of her supremely long legs, the fabric finally ended at her dainty ankles before a pair of killer high heels formed over her arched feet and perfect toes.

Dana laughed to herself. Her pose must have been so awkward and unnatural, afforded only to her because of her unique ability to fly in the air. But she was so flexible, so supple, and so strong, that it all came naturally to her! She spread those polished legs into a perfect spread eagle split, her skin tight yet stretchy gown flexing with her as Dana’s glowing eyes scanned miles downward, looking for her home city of Wingstead.

She didn’t know where Ava lived, but scanning the population of an entire suburban city was child’s play. Dana’s eyes glowed, flying so high that her vantage point meant that she barely had to shift her head, and a few seconds later, she’d found her classmate lying in bed, staring at the accelerating stream of comments, views, and likes. And also, masturbating to Dana’s picture, same as everyone else.

Looked like there would be no urgent issue with forcing Ava to do as Dana wanted tonight.

But there was something else urgent that Dana had a chance to take advantage of right away. As the sun was rising, her sensitive hearing immediately picked up the sound of a squadron of fighter jets. And based on the conversation between them, it was a super secret training mission that almost nobody knew about...