"I want whomever he is ogling right now to SENSE it and get TWICE his powers!"
"It is done!"
"Already? It's that easy?"
"He was already ogling someone and in terms of easy, that word has no meaning to me. I merely do what I am asked by my wearer!"
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Veronica Martindale had just emerged from the dressing room at Bikini Bottom trying to find a swimsuit that she thought was worthy of her 36-25-34 figure. As the 26 year old model stood in front of the dressing room mirror admiring her incredible backside, she wondered if the scoop bottom or the mid-rise bottom would be best suited to her apple-shaped rear. As Veronica pondered her choices, she suddenly felt a jolt of.. SOMETHING briefly electrify her majestic body. In an instant, she felt better than she ever felt before as she became infused with the TWENTY times the powers of Superman -- and she KNEW it! The young woman squealed in delight as she hugged herself, closing her eyes and relishing in this new sensation of super power flowing all through her fantastic body.
Pausing for a moment, another sensation -- almost a mystical sixth sense -- hit Veronica as she suddenly felt as if she was being watched. Staring upwards at the dressing room ceiling, Veronica's blue eyes glowed as layer after layer of ceiling tiles, insulation, duct work, roof trusses and shingles peeled away and become transparent to her new x-ray vision. There, in the upper atmosphere, was Mark hovering and masterbating at superspeed as he stared down at Veronica.
"Gross!" sneered Veronica, as she scrunched her nose. She had always been accustomed to men ogling her, though being able to see them from 500 miles away through the dressing room walls and roof was now somewhat unique. Still, she always hated when men stared lustfully at her and would have sometimes have entire conversations with her chest, especially when she wore one red blouse in particular.
"God, guys are such pigs!" Veronica thought to herself as her gorgeous sleek legs bent for a moment before she took a subtle hop and found her celestial bikini-clad figure rocketing through the ceiling and into the sky just like superman!
Mark couldn't believe what a babe this Veronica girl at the bikini shop was! He had used his super vision to read her driver's license from her purse, and now he knew her name and where she even lived! He closed his eyes as his hand slipped inside his pants and he began to vibrate his hand at super speed, imagining that he was in bed with Veronica Martinadale at her house at 2331 Lowis Lane!
"Ahem!"
Mark opened his eyes at the sound and found Veronica hovering in front of him with her arms crossed over her prodigious chest. Her folded arms accentuated her incredible cleavage even more than the push-up underwiring of her bikini top she was wearing. Mark could only stare agape, dumbfounded at the sight of this gorgeous girl seemingly with the same powers he had.
"H-How did you get up ---"
"You wanna get your hand outta your pants first?" Veronica interrupted in a mocking tone.
"Umm...sorry!" Mark whispered as he removed his hand and tried to hide it behind his back. "I mean...how can you fly? Are you like really Supergirl or something and Veronica is just your secret identity?"
"Something like that. Hey! How'd you know my name? Were you looking in my purse as well as ogling me in the dressing room?" Her tone took on an angrier tone as she spoke.
Mark gulped to himself, thinking he might have pissed off Supergirl, but suddenly realized he didn't have anything to worry about. He was sure he was more powerful than any superhero but making himself TEN TIMES as strong as Superman. There wasn't anything this supergirl could do to him.....
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