5 comments/ 103762 views/ 24 favorites The Rush By: SarahD88 THIS IS AN ORIGINAL WORK, PLEASE DO NOT STEAL. COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED, AND IF YOU'RE A WOMAN, THIS IS ESPECIALLY FOR YOU! Melanie Thompson was your average 19-year-old American girl. She worked a boring retail job at the local Best Buy, was a cheerleader at her school, and was worrying about where she would go to college in the fall since she was graduating this year. Life was pretty good for her; in fact, it had almost ALWAYS been pretty good. She'd always been told she was pretty, beautiful, even. Everybody said so; it's why she was co-captain of the cheerleading team with her best friend Jennifer. She'd been blessed to develop a little earlier, and a lot faster than other girls, so she always got the boys. She'd been in a C cup by her 11th birthday! Unlike most girls, she loved her body, and even though she'd never had sex with a boy, one of the reasons she so loved her body was how sensitive it was. Especially her small D-cup breasts, which in her opinion, were perfect. The alarm on her alarm clock went off, and in annoyance she slapped the stupid thing so it would shut up. She didn't really notice that when she touched the alarm clock, all the lights in her room, and the heads-up display on the clock, dimmed. She climbed out of bed and stood up, stretching like a cat as the sun streamed in her windows on this beautiful Saturday morning. As she stretched, she eyed her reflection in her mirror out of the corner of her eye. Everything looked normal, at least as normal as anybody who was lucky enough to be supernaturally beautiful, could look. She yawned and put her hands on the windowsill, looking up into the sky and admiring the big, cottonball clouds drifting overhead. It was shaping up to be a beautiful summer day. Maybe she would get Jennifer over here to do some tanning outback? She walked across her room, stripping her nightgown as she went so she was now nude save for the baby-pink lace panties she always wore to bed. She eyed herself in the mirror before she bent down to open her dresser drawers and find something to wear; nothing looked unusual, but for some reason today just felt...different. As she bent over, her eye caught the calendar on top of her dresser, and she noticed the red lipstick print over today's date. Oh. Oh yeah, she thought to herself with a grin. Instead of pulling clothes out of her dresser, she instead opened another drawer and pulled out an odd-looking machine. It had two hoses attached to large suction cups on either end; the opposite ends of the hoses were attached to a machine, and on either side of the machine were empty, half-gallon bottles. It was strange to look at, and ungainly to carry and use, but it was Melanie's favorite "toy". It was her breast pump. Sitting the machine on her bed, she lay back and placed one suction cup over each of her tight, neat nipples. She whimpered in delighted pleasure when the cool cups touched her already-hard nipples. Once her breasts were mounted, she tentatively reached one hand down and turned the machine on. It was on low at first, but almost as soon as the suction started her body went rigid and she bit her lip to keep from yelping in pleasure. Why was a 19 year old girl pumping her breasts? Well, according to their family doctor, she had no choice. Bizarrely enough, her breasts had grown so quickly and so early when she was younger due to something he had called a "hormonal imbalance". What it meant for her though, was that her breasts grew quickly, because they were growing to accommodate the breast milk her body was producing, even though at that age she'd never had sex with a boy, and had never been pregnant. One day, she just woke up with her nightshirt soaked and sticking to her budding chest, and the next day, they bought her first breast pump. The feeling had been indescribable for her, like the best kind of candy. Apparently her breasts had become incredibly sensitive while producing their milk as well. It was during her first breast-pumping session that she'd had her first orgasm, at only 11 years old. Now, 8 years later, she was lying in bed, slowly turning the dial higher and higher, causing the machine to pump harder and harder on her milk-filled breasts. She hated starting slow, but the doctor said she had to start slow, or else she could hurt her precious breasts. She only hated it 'cause it took her longer to get to her first orgasm- nearly 5 minutes! If she started on full-speed, the force of the suction and the demand on her very tender breasts got her to cum in less than 2 minutes. Today, she lay on the bed, arching against the pumps, almost but not quite dislodging the cups, gasping for air as her precious milk squirted steadily from her breasts into the waiting tanks on the machine. Pump, pause, moan, pump, pause, gasp, pump, whimper, pump, cum, repeat. Even though she'd only been pumping herself for a few minutes, she'd already cum twice, and her thick brunette hair was sticking to her forehead, neck, and shoulders from the sweat, and she wasn't even close to finished. Neither Melanie nor her doctor's (and she had dozens of them trying to help her!) knew how much milk her girls could produce; but it was a lot! The most she'd ever done was filled her pump (which could hold a gallon at its max), 8 times in the course of a day. Melanie let out a high, loud groan and bucked against her bed, cumming hard. The force of her orgasm reached her breasts, and they also squirted hard, gushing into the waiting hoses. The tanks on the machine were almost a third of the way full. Melanie's hand twisted on the pump's dial, cranking it all the way to maximum, and the sucking on her breasts became excruciating and wondrous. It felt like the thing was sucking her down to her toes! Her body heaved and bucked against the force, her eyes rolling behind her closed eyelids, her breath coming in thin, reedy gasps and whimpers as orgasm after orgasm shook her. She pressed her legs together and wailed through her nose as she came hard; once, twice, three, then four times in quick succession. Her bed beneath her panties was soaked with her cum. She didn't know how much more of this session she could take, but her body demanded more. It CRAVED more, and her will had strength only to answer. Her hand clutched the dial of the pump tightly, and the machine started sputtering and smoking beneath her hand. Lost in the embrace of her orgasm-fest, she didn't notice that sparks were jumping from the machine into her hand, vanishing into her skin. Her other hand reached out from where it had been clutching her sheets, her fingers flexing in vain; the lights in her room flickered as her body arched and she let out a low wail as she came again, squirting this time and spraying cum all over her dresser, a few feet from the foot of her bed. Her head rolled and she groaned, panting; her second hand not holding the machine flexed, and the lights dimmed even further, this time sparks leapt from an exposed power outlet across the room, almost as if they had a life of their own. They leapt into her fingers, glowing, glittering bits of electrical power leaping into her body almost as if she'd drawn them in. Her fingers dug into the pump at her side and she didn't notice her hand glowing briefly, and the sputtering machine started pumping with renewed force. She groaned "Ahn God!" and shivered, arching against the cups and cumming hard again before collapsing to the bed. The bottles on the machine were almost full. Melanie continued writhing and squirming on her bed, her body exhausted of cum, but still wracking itself again and again with orgasms. The more she squirmed and heaved the dimmer the lights got. Had anybody been around to see her, they would've noticed the her skin was glowing, almost as if from within. The pump's tanks were full, but it still sucked vainly away on her breasts, and her thick milk filled the suction cups quickly before they both popped off her breasts with a sloppy, wet sound, and milk drained out over her breasts. Her body arched, and her legs pressed hard together. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream; and anybody looking closely could see small bolts of lightning arching around inside her mouth and throat. She bucked hard. Once, twice, then went rigid, and the room went dark save for the sunlight streaming in the window. Smoke rose from the top of the machine, and almost as if on cue the battery pack on the back of the machine let off a miniature explosion, and the scent of burned batteries filled the air. Smoke also drifted upwards from the now-burned out power socket that had been exposed. Melanie passed out, and her hand flopped against the machine, carelessly knocking it off her bed. It hit the floor and one of the tanks popped loose, spilling her thick, creamy white, warm milk onto her carpet as Melanie lay insensate on the bed. Her breasts still trickled milk slowly from her hard, bright-red nipples, and her pussy shuddered sporadically as she lay on her now-milk-and-cum-soaked bed. Her skin was glowing brighter than ever...... The Rush Ch. 02 About an hour later, Melanie awoke to a quiet knocking at her door. "Mel? Are you awake yet? Come on, open the door." It was her young sister Kayla. Melanie sat up and let out an involuntary moan as vertigo washed over her. She pressed a hand to her forehead and held it there as she walked, mostly nude save for her semi-dried panties, over to open the door. Kayla took one look at her then blushed and quickly stepped inside and shut the door again. Her eyes flicked down to the blackened, broken breast pump on the floor and the semi-dry puddles of milk from the spilled tanks and she frowned, disappointed. She eyed her sister oddly, then looked around the room "Why is all the power out in here?" Melanie ran a hand tiredly through her hair and stared down at her younger sister. "What? What are you talking about hun?" Kayla walked over to Melanie's alarm clock, which was flashing "12:00" repeatedly. She pulled her cell phone out of her pants pocket and checked the time, then began resetting the clock. When she was done she turned back to Melanie, who was bent over, picking up the pieces of her ruined breast pump. Melanie's full breasts hung down heavily from her chest, and milk visibly dripped from her hard nipples. Kayla eyed Melanie's breasts and licked her lips slightly before eyeing herself in Melanie's mirror across the room. She was 18, but her own boobs had barely grown at all; she was still in freaking A cups for pete's sake! She pursed her lips and frowned before forcing herself to look away. Melanie dropped the breast pump in the trash and sighed before turning to her sister. "I guess you're hungry? Is mom gone?" Kayla flushed and nodded shyly. "Yeah, uh, they left a few hours ago. Right before you woke up and had your um...episode." She folded her arms self-consciously over her small breasts and eyed her sister's breasts again. Her stomach rumbled hungrily and she frowned before forcing herself to look away. When Melanie had first started lactating, she and Kayla had been sharing a room at the time. Melanie hadn't known what to do about it, but she'd known she had to get rid of the milk somehow otherwise it became painful. Using her sister had been the obvious solution. The first time, Melanie had forced Kayla to nurse....she hadn't needed to force her after that. Kayla had loved it, and her demand for her sister's milk was prodigious. At first she'd been nursing as often and as much as she could from Melanie (which is probably part of why Melanie's boobs grew so fast compared to Kayla's own!) But eventually they'd settled into a habit, a comfortable pattern. Now Melanie willingly nursed Kayla every morning before school, every afternoon as soon as they were both home, and every night before going to bed, as well as occasional other treats. Kayla had first tasted her sister's wonderful warm, sweet, thick milk when she'd only been a toddler. The first time they'd had sex she'd been much younger than she was now, and it had been the most intense experience of her young life. Melanie had been nursing Kayla like they'd done for years, but Melanie had started touching herself between her legs while Kayla nursed. Not knowing what her big sister was doing, Kayla had started doing it to herself as well. She had her first orgasm in a matter of minutes, stunning both girls. It had been awkward at first, but she'd stopped nursing long enough to sit up on her sister while Melanie lay back on the bed. They'd not known what to do at first, but when Kayla's pussy, tender and inflamed from her first orgasm, had touched Melanie's.....well their bodies had taken over. Feeling her sister's cum inside her when Melanie had squirted into her pussy was the 3rd most wonderful thing Kayla had ever felt. Nursing from her sister while they made love was by far the 1st. Her first shared orgasm was the 2nd; Melanie hadn't squirted until their 7th or 8th shared orgasm.....Kayla didn't squirt until the 12th, after almost 3 hours of non-stop fucking. Now though, Melanie was sitting on her bed, staring up at her sister with a smirk on her face. "Did you just want the girls today? Or....?" Her eyes dropped between Kayla's legs, and Kayla flushed as she began stripping. "I...I don't know. Does it matter, really?" Melanie grinned as Kayla crossed the room and climbed, nude, into her older sister's lap and cuddled up to Melanie's breasts, "Not really, I'm just wondering." Kayla whimpered quietly in reply and started sucking hungrily on Melanie's left breast. Melanie felt a small gasp escape her lips as her little sister's hungry lips latched down around her nipple and her sister's suckling started. It felt like Kayla was trying to suck all the way down to Melanie's toes, and Melanie heaved slightly as her milk spurted hard from her nipple in response to the insistent sucking, leaving Melanie panting and shuddering as she shook off the thrill and tried to relax into the nursing. Her sister had other ideas though, and Melanie felt 3 of her baby sister's slender fingers plunge under her panties into her spasming pussy. Melanie yelped in surprise, quickly followed by a moan as she pressed her legs together, pulling her sister's fingers deeper into her body. Kayla twisted her fingers inside her sister's pussy and flexed them, feeling her fingernails scratch Melanie's tender pussy canals as her mouth filled again and again with her sister's sweet milk, and she greedily gulped it down each time. She squirmed in Melanie's arms, noticing they were getting tighter as Melanie gripped her more firmly as she came. Kayla whimpered quietly, wondering absently what was going on, why she smelled static on her sister's skin. Melanie for her part was completely lost in pleasure and she shook once, twice, cumming in quick succession as her milk spurted thickly from both breasts and cum squirted out of her pussy around Kayla's hand. Kayla felt herself getting faint, like Melanie's milk was putting her to sleep, but that didn't make any sense...she'd only been awake for 5 hours! But she felt her eyes getting heavier and heavier, like something was draining her energy. Her sucking slowed, and eventually stopped entirely, and the last thought through her head before blackness took her was "mmm...what the hell's happening...." Melanie felt her sister stop sucking and looked down in confusion before she realized Kayla had fallen asleep. She frowned and gently nudged her sister in her arms, but it was hopeless. Then she noticed something else; her breasts were throbbing almost painfully and her skin was glowing faintly. "What the hell....?" Melanie gently disengaged herself from her nude sister and stood up, staring down at her skin. Beneath her skin she could almost see this weird glowing light crawling along, like...electricity or something. She frowned and flexed her left hand experimentally, extending her fingers cautiously. The glow spread from her breasts up her shoulders and down her arm to her fingers until her hand was glowing brightly. Her mouth dropped open in surprise and she raised her hand curiously. Looking over at her sister, she raised an eyebrow slowly "I wonder if..." Melanie extended her hand, flexing her fingers very slowly. Kayla whimpered in her sleep and arched her back like she was straining against something, and before Melanie's shocked eyes, Kayla's tiny A-cup breasts swelled almost to a C cup, stretching outwards from her tight young body almost as if they were being pulled invisibly. Melanie dropped her hand in surprise and Kayla settled back to the bed, oblivious. Melanie stared at her sister's new breasts in confusion before looking down at her hand, which was still glowing. She caught a glimpse of her arm; her bicep was larger, standing out more from the skin, definitely more chiseled, as were her other muscles in her arm. Looking over the rest of her body, she saw the same was true elsewhere. Grinning, Melanie walked over to her sister and took Kayla's breasts gently in her hands. Shutting her eyes, Melanie reached into herself and imagined her sister's breasts larger, at least a CC cup, and lactating just as much as her own were. Melanie felt nothing at first, so she concentrated harder, and harder. A few minutes later, she felt something inside herself, deep in her gut, tug and tighten, and almost at the same time Kayla let out a loud moan in her sleep, and Melanie felt her sister's breasts pushing against her hands, and felt her hands dampen. Melanie opened her eyes to find Kayla staring up at her with a confused, half-awake expression. "Mel....wha-?" She looked down at her breasts, and Melanie released her hands in surprised. Kayla's formerly flat chest now sported a pair of full, perfect CC cup breasts. Her hard, tight nipples were leaking milk steadily down her chest, without the slightest sign of stretch marks. Kayla looked up at her sister in wordless confusion, but Melanie only had one thing on her mind. With a smirk, she bent down and forced herself on top of her sister, mounting Kayla's pussy with her own, and taking Kayla's breast in her mouth. Kayla tensed, but then relaxed and grabbed Melanie by her hair, forcing her head harder down on her breast. Melanie didn't need to be told twice. She started sucking HARD on her sister's new breast, greedily gulping down the thick, warm, so sweet milk that flowed easily from the beautiful tit. Kayla didn't know what was happening. It felt like....like heaven! Human beings shouldn't be able to experience this kind of nirvana. Was this how Melanie felt every time Kayla nursed? It felt like Melanie was sucking Kayla's soul from her body! Her milk felt like, like, nothing she could even hope to describe as it flowed from her breast; which she discovered were VERY sensitive! She squirmed and was unable to keep herself from wailing with pleasure as she came, squirting hard into her sister's pussy, but Melanie only started going harder. Kayla didn't know how much more of this she could take! Melanie gulped down Kayla's thick milk greedily, amazed at how good it tasted. It was heavenly! She dimly felt Kayla cum into her, and felt her sister's warm fluid filling her womb. She reveled in the feeling briefly before she started sucking even harder, quickly draining Kayla's left breast before moving to the right. Kayla didn't last much longer, and with a final pleading wail, she passed out, twitching beneath her sister, milk leaking slowly from both breasts even as Melanie's own cum leaked from her sister's abused pussy. Melanie sat up and dismounted her sister gingerly; amazed. She wasn't tired in the least! In fact, she felt more energized and alive than ever! She looked down at her breasts and grinned; they were leaking, as usual, but they'd grown a little. Almost to a DD cup, and her muscles were DEFINITELY more pronounced, like she'd been working out for MONTHS! Her eyes caught her stomach, very slightly rounded out from the rest of her body, and she smiled. She lowered her hands and placed them very tenderly on the small, rounded bump that was her stomach, feeling her sister's cum filling her womb was such a wonderful feeling. She stood, staring down at her stomach for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of her body being warmed head-to-toe with her sister's fluid. It was then she realized with a start, she was in love with her baby sister. She looked up, startled, but as soon as her eyes set upon her sister, curled up on Melanie's bed, unconscious and exhausted, Melanie felt her arousal vanish and be replaced with something much different. Her eyes and smile softened, and she raised a hand, gesturing almost absently, and wasn't surprised when the blankets on her bed levitated on their own to settle over her sister, tucking her in. Melanie's smile quirked and she lowered her hand, staring at her beautiful baby sister, whom she was now quite certain she was firmly in love with. What a weird day this had turned out to be! The Rush Ch. 03 A few days later, Melanie was walking a few doors down to her best friend Carissa's house. She and Carissa (or Kissa, as Melanie frequently called her), had known each other since they were toddlers, but they'd been fucking each other even longer than Melanie and Kayla had. They'd started when Melanie had first started lactating when she was only a "teeny-bopper", barely in Training Bra's. They'd not really known what they were doing, but Melanie had cherished the memory. They'd even dated for awhile a few years ago, but Kissa preferred guys; Melanie had been her only girlfriend, ever. Melanie on the other hand didn't prefer guys or girls, it made no difference to her. As long as they didn't judge her and could satisfy her, she didn't really care. Melanie got to the door and let herself in, then smirked as she heard loud grunts and moans coming from upstairs. Apparently Kissa's boyfriend was over. Jake was a really nice guy, and he'd fucked Melanie a couple of times before; he wasn't a bad lay, he just wasn't really Melanie's type. But, Kissa loved him, so Melanie didn't really mind. They were happy together, and as much as she loved Kissa, she only wanted her to be happy. It didn't matter who with. Melanie walked up the stairs, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. By the time she got to Kissa's room, her blouse was hanging open, and her breasts only covered by her black and red lace demi bra. She pushed the door open and leaned against the frame casually, watching as Jake pounded his thick shaft into Kissa doggy-style from behind. Kissa was clawing at her bed, clearly enjoying herself as she swore enough to make a sailor blush. Kissa may have been an angel otherwise, but she was a devil in the bed. Her tight, round ass bounced hard as Jake's hips slapped against it, and her perky C-cup breasts bounced and swayed beneath her. A fast stream of swear words elicited from her mouth as she came hard, and Melanie watched in amusement as Jake hunched over, his six-pack clenching and his ass pulling together as he stabbed himself as deep into Kissa and came himself. Melanie shut her eyes, enjoying the moment. She shivered in delight; she could almost feel their pleasure. Then she realized, she COULD feel them. She could FEEL Jake's 5-inch cock filling her, and his sperm blasting into her womb. She doubled over, biting her lip to keep from coughing in surprise as an orgasm washed over her; Kissa's orgasm. She clenched her hands and dimly realized her skin was glowing brightly again. She mentally swore to herself and forced herself to stand up, trying in vain to keep her composure as Jake collapsed next to Kissa. Melanie caught a flash of Kissa's cum and Jake's sperm dripping from Kissa's freshly-fucked pussy before Kissa rolled over as well, laughing richly with the pleasure. Then she saw Melanie. Kissa's face lit up with a smile full of love and joy and she waved shyly, mouthing "hi" silently as she elbowed Jake. Jake looked up and laughed tiredly, "Oh, hey Mel. Looking good today! Care to join us huh?" Melanie laughed and rolled her eyes, "The last time we did a three-way, you couldn't move for almost a full day afterwards Jakey. I don't think you could take it after the show you just put on." She walked into the room, peeling her blouse and dropping it on the floor before crawling up next to Kissa and sharing a quick kiss with her. Jake was watching them lazily as he replied, "Probably true..." He rolled over and also gave Kissa a slow kiss before she pushed him away laughing. "Go get dressed baby. You have to work in 20 minutes." He sighed and rolled away, getting out of bed; Melanie noted with some interest that his dick was still rock-hard and covered in Kissa's juices. He caught her staring and shrugged, "Maybe next time Mel." She nodded and eyed him hungrily, "Definitely next time." He got dressed and left the room before Kissa rolled over and propped herself up on an elbow to stare at her best friend, "So....what's up?" Melanie glanced towards the closed door before grinning and standing up to undress. Her bra came off and Kissa raised an eyebrow, staring. When her pants and panties came off, Kissa's mouth dropped open before she promptly closed it, opened it again, then closed it again before she finally asked, "Have....Have you been working out or something?" Melanie just grinned, "Nope! I don't know what happened, but I feel incredible. Oh, and they grew, again, obviously." She reached up and squeezed her breasts, shivering with pleasure as a thrill rushed through her body from the touch. She struck a modeling pose and laughed playfully, "So how was the ride today?" The Rush Ch. 04 Kissa laughed and lay back, stretching contentedly not unlike a cat does after a long nap. She sat up and shrugged, "It was good and hard, of course. After 3 years together Jake and I have gotten really well-adjusted to riding each other. You really should take him on sometime sweetie, a hard fuck could do you some good." Melanie smirked and shrugged absently, not noticing that the power outlet across the room was sparking, and that the sparks almost seemed to be throwing themselves in her direction. "Jake's a good fuck, but you know I prefer you and Kayla baby. A woman's touch just feels better." She flexed her newfound muscles and grinned, "Besides, I wouldn't want to hurt your favorite fuck-toy." Kissa giggled and threw her pillow at Melanie, which bopped her in the face. Melanie giggled and threw it back, bopping Kissa as well. Melanie stepped forwards and threw herself on her best friend, kissing her joyfully for several minutes. When the kiss broke, Kissa was gasping. Her smile couldn't go any wider as she caressed Melanie's cheek, "I love you mel. Ok?" Melanie smiled and nodded slowly, "Ok baby. Are you hungry?" She shifted her weight, and her larger breasts pressed against Kissa's smaller ones. Kissa looked down thoughtfully and shrugged, "I guess. Are they needing relief?" Melanie shook her head and flushed happily, "No, Kayla already did that for them earlier. I was just wondering, that's all." Kissa nodded and smiled shyly, "Oh, ok. Well then...yeah, I am." Melanie just smiled wordlessly and kissed the top of her best friends' head before she rolled over, propping herself up on Kissa's pillow and gently pulling her best friends' head to her breasts. Kissa was nursing gently a few minutes later, and the pair remained as this, one nursing, the other cradling, for nearly an hour afterwards. Melanie gently pulled her breast from Kissa's mouth and kissed her best friend tenderly before climbing out of bed. Kissa had dozed off while nursing, and was now sleeping soundly while her body recovered from the fucking from her boyfriend. Melanie left the room, walking down the hall nude, completely comfortable. She walked into the bathroom and paused in front of the mirror, admiring her new body in the body-length mirror. Her breasts were flawless, standing out proudly from her body, not sagging in the least in spite of her milk. Her hips were round and full, but her waist was almost inhumanly narrow, giving her a wonderful hourglass figure. Her abs were wash-board flat and a six-pack was very faintly visible if viewed from the right angle. Her ass was round and tight, and her legs seemed to go on for days even though she was only 5' 7", and wasn't likely to grow any more. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her body; Kissa had been right. It DID look like Melanie had been working out for months on end. Melanie flexed her arms and giggled at the biceps that visibly flexed there, popping out just enough from her skin to be obvious, but enough that when she didn't flex, they were only somewhat visible. The bathroom had two power outlets in it; one next to the sink behind Melanie, and one on the floor below the mirror. It was the one below the mirror that caught her attention; it was sparking and smoking. Curious she bent down and reached her hand out, then stifled a yelp of surprise when the sparks leaped into her skin and disappeared. She flexed her fingers, feeling that now-familiar pull inside herself, and sure enough a rush of pleasure-inducing power soon followed. She watched, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, and her breath coming in pants as electricity visible crackled out of the socket to be absorbed into her arm. She felt her muscles tightening and swelling, her body reacting to the energy she was pouring into herself. It felt so good, heavenly even. No ecstasy that she had yet to experience could begin to compare to this! She flexed her fingers again and let out a long, low moan as it started flowing into her faster, and faster. The lights flickered violently, then went dark, and she smelled something burning, but didn't care. Her body shook in the darkness, glowing like a lightbulb from within. The electricity crawled over and under her skin, and when it seemed she could take no more, she felt something break inside her and screamed as a full-on, tantric orgasm shook her senses, leaving her insensate and limp on the floor, smoke drifting off her still-glowing skin as she lay in a puddle of her own cum leaking from her pussy, and milk leaking from her now almost-E-cup breasts. She didn't stay out for long, perhaps only about 20 minutes, but when she awoke Melanie groaned, pushing a hand to her head. Every bit of her body hurt and felt as taught and hard as steel bridge cables. She sat up, not noticing that the lights had come back on, and stared at herself in the mirror. She'd changed again. Her muscles were now hideously prominent, her E-cup breasts almost overwhelmed her chest, and she was taller. She guessed she was probably around 6' 1" now, at least. "Shit....shit shit shit!", she moaned. She extended her hands in front of herself and frowned at the energy flowing beneath her golden skin; it looked like she'd been tanning for days. She'd gone from a 5' 7" angel to a 6' 1" glam-body-builder in only a few minutes. "Oh God....this isn't fucking good!" She groaned. Dropping her hands to her sides, she felt tears of hopelessness coming to her eyes. She felt incredible, like a Goddess, but she didn't want this. She wanted who she WAS, not this....this hideous abomination. This wasn't her body, it was....somebody, or something else. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at the mirror, and for some reason wasn't surprised that as she did so, her warm brown eyes turned almost completely black. She grit her teeth and growled at herself, "If I have all this power, I'll be damned if it isn't mine to use as I please." She grabbed her breasts, whimpering in frustration when she felt that they were nearly rock-hard. "This is gonna fucking hurt...." She muttered beneath her breath. With a sigh of resignation, she shut her eyes and reached into herself, just like when she'd changed Kayla's breasts. Nothing happened at first, but then she felt it. Instead of a gentle tug like before, it felt like somebody set off a bomb inside her gut, and power tore through her body. She let out a startled cry, but didn't break her concentration. It felt horrible, like she was trying to tear her own body apart. But sure enough, after the fire in her senses faded, she felt the tension in her arms lessoning, her breasts shrinking, becoming softer. Her breath started coming in rapid pants; as much as this hurt, it also felt incredibly good in a strange way. Her pussy tingled and she whimpered with desire. God she needed to masturbate! But she couldn't worry about that now. Forcing herself to keep concentrating, several minutes later, her eyes flew open as her concentration finally broke when a small orgasm blossomed in her body. She put her hands on the tile, still damp with her cum and milk from before, gasping as the orgasm washed through her body. But unlike the overwhelming, tantric orgasm of before, this cascaded over her senses like a warm breeze, or a cool, gentle wave on the beach. After it passed, she raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. She was back to what she'd been before the power outlet, but her skin still glowed with a deep inner radiance, and it was still tanned almost light bronze; but she could live with a tan. She touched her hair, once brunette, and studied the many honey-golden streaks that now ran through it. "Not bad....always wanted a dye job." She dropped her hand and eyed herself in the mirror with a smile. She could change her own body at will....change the bodies of others with physical contact. What else could she do? She couldn't wait to find out as she stood slowly. Feeling the damp tiles beneath her feet, she grimaced, "That won't work..." she mumbled. Gesturing with a finger, a bolt of energy leaped from her fingertip and struck the puddle of cum and milk. It incinerated almost instantly, leaving only a faint puff of smoke that disappeared just as quickly as it happened. She smirked and raised her finger, blowing it off like the tip of a gun before she muttered, "Nice trick." Then she turned and walked away, heading back to Kissa's room, and leaving the entire incident, except for her apparently vastly increased power, behind her.