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“Briiiiiinnngggg Briinnnggg” The loud, demanding ring of the school’s final warning bell yelled out through the entirety of the brick stacked building. It’s voice rang out sharply, fiercely howling out it’s vicious command to hurry into classrooms. The halls filled with students roaming into classrooms, racing along beside lockers, and hurriedly carrying their books with them.

At the far, front end of the building where the single, main hallway led up to wide, double doors that burst open while the bell was still tolling. With an air of importance, the blonde Brittany Valentine strode through while the doors swung back against the walls on either side. Her heels hit the tile with a sharp echo while her black skirt whisked around her thighs. Her sleek, thin frame filled the simple outfit well enough with the gentle slope of a minor hourglass form flaring out her skirt while her trim stomach let her white shirt tuck down into her skirt in a smooth drop. Long, pale blonde hair in controlled ringlets spilled over one shoulder as she breezed through the busy halls, seemingly parting the sea of other students as they skittered out of her path. Her striking blue eyes skimmed over them, barely even noting the existence of everyone else all trying to do the same as she and get to their classes.

On all sides, the other students glanced up at at her with a glimmering glance of admiration, some contempt, and others simply lust at her beauty or her clothes.

She pivoted, skirt spinning out in a flare around her legs at the door of her classroom. In a single motion, she stepped down the length of desks, scooped up someone’s textbook off their desk and replaced it with a $50 bill that fluttered down onto the wood, and then she took her seat. Once seated, her head swiveled, inspecting the entire class with a tight smirk on her pouty lips before she settled her gaze up at the board.

In a blur of idle waiting in class, friends, and flashes through the bustling hallway; the school day trickled to a close following after that first class. Brittany, at this closing time, clumped out front within a crescent circle of other girls. They all leaned into each other, giggling and murmuring in exclusive, hushed tones.

“Omg! I can’t believe she did that!”

“She’s certainly not getting away with it! That’s for sure!”

“Queen Bee strikes!”

As more people poured out through the doors, the beefy football players, clad in their leather jackets breezed in past this group of social elites, a few slinging their arms around gems already claimed while another leaned into a tree trunk, face all lit up with charm.

“You ladies over here exchanging the scoop for the day? Anything about me going around?”

Brittany, smirking, just chuckled. “Only that you’re a huge flirt.” She paused, marking his response. “But that you don’t live up to the expectation-”

A shared chorus of laughter responded before they began to disband, escaping to home, malls, or practice. Only then, when Brittany had begun to turn away back up the path towards the parking lot did a distant face appear in front of her.

Short, non-descript brown hair whisked over his forehead, framed above deep hazel eyes that were riddled with anxiety that swirled in their depths. Brittany just scoffed, moving to breeze past him. He coughed, breath hitching in his throat as he tripped over words before, at last, blurting. “I’m Superboy!”

She turned back, looking at him with a single, frozen lift of her eyebrow. Then, she laughed. “You’re ‘Superboy’?” Her fingers hooked in quotation marks around the words before she shook her head and started to move again. “I’m not interested in playing some nerd game, okay. Don’t you have other geeks for that?”

Desperate to hold her attention, the boy stuck his hand out, crunching down through the trunk of a tree without hesitation or effort. The sound of it, the crunch and snap of the bark breaking apart made Brittany pause. Then, she turned back to see him, eyes wide on her. “ I’m Superboy.” He said, stronger this time. “Superman? Super strong? Powers?”

Her eyes swam over his face, trying to sort out what he was saying.

“I need your help. My mom is real sick. She’s dying. She needs surgery. I’ll sell you my powers if you can help her.”

Brittany’s face lit up at the offer of something. Her eyebrows lifted, eyes widening eagerly. For a second, all she could think of was that superpowers weren’t something she could pick out at Macy’s or Bloomingdale’s. “I can’t wait to tell my sister either!” she squeaked to herself. “She’ll be so impressed!”

Next thing she knew, they were walking beneath a dim, dusty walkway leading deep into a squat, plain building from the outside. On the inside though, interior fencing broke up the space in between large, clunky pieces of old equipment. The kid darted forward, tinkering until lights started to flicker around the screens. Within minutes, he gestured for Brittany to stand in one place while a few lights flickered and danced about around her on various screens and displays. Then, with a simple set of buttons, a focused glow fixed right onto Brittany. Within seconds, he glanced over. “The transfer has begun.”

For the first few, fleeting moments Brittany felt nothing. Her lips started to curl into an irritated pout, thinking she might have been duped. “This better not be some stupid, nerd prank!” She snapped at the kid, but he barely even blinked at her and kept his focus on his task.

But then suddenly, she felt a stirring in her chest. She swept her lashes down, looking down the expanse of her chest to watch before her very eyes as her breasts began to inflate. They swelled out, stretching the expanse of creamy white that showed out the upper cut of her top. They began to grow, rapidly, from the modestly proud size of a C cup though quickly jumping towards a double D. While they grew, they lifted, seemingly defying gravity to stand perky and bouncing atop her chest. Even with the increasingly large size, the further weight seemed to do nothing to pull them downwards. They stayed, instead, perfectly balanced atop her chest, jutting out proudly. The deep crease of her cleavage grew, adding more depth with each further moment that passed through with the lights flickering through the laboratory. The flesh actually curved slightly, created two smooth mounds almost as though they were artificial they were so perfect.

Her shirt began to stretch out, thinning the front of the top as her breasts expanded. Her nipples perked forth, jutting off the tops of the rounded mounds of her tits. She arched her back, eyeing her new bosom before her face lit up. “I bet I don’t even need a bra anymore!”

Her hand worked up the back of her top. Her fingers stretched, working at the latch of her bra before- with a sudden snnt!- she felt it slacken and fall forward. She gasped, pulling it out and eyeing at the straps where it looked like they’d been snipped through with a knife.

“My nails?” she gasped faintly. Her hands turned over in front of her, eying the faint pointes of her nails. They looked normal, though stronger and glossier, but no different than before yet they’d been able to cleanly break through the strap of her bra.

Then, idly running her hands up beneath her breasts and feeling the tightness and the perky bounce of them on her palms, she began to let her eyes wander down over her entire body. “Wow...” She could see the perfect outline of her breasts through her shirt, two perfectly thrusted orbs beneath the thinned fabric with her nipples poking out loudly. Down the rest of her frame, her muscles all felt tensed. All the tiredness in her legs, from the mundane walking of the day, was suddenly gone. She felt utterly refreshed, full of energy like she’d just woken up from a long nap.

Suddenly, at the same time, she heard a rush of noise all around her. A sudden hum filled in on all sides of her head. She gasped with confusion, glancing around her only to see nothing new. A sudden, deep thumping seemed to pour into the deeper inwards of her ear canal: Ka-blub. Ka-blub. She squeaked, looking unsure until the boy coughed softly: “It’s heightened sense of hearing. You’re hearing the machinery. Your heart. My heart. You’ll hear the road in the distance. The animals outside...” His voice trailed off, letting Brittany focus on picking out these sounds, one by one letting each sound stand out.

As the rush of the equipment around her started to quiet, lessening the hum around her ears before she started to lift her limbs. She curled up an arm, examining the tight bulge of one bicep as it flexed tightly. Then, she shifted so her reflection caught against the metallic surface of the nearby paneling. She turned, eyeing how everything down her entire form had tightened. Her hips were still curvy, but now everything seemed underlined with tight muscle. Her thighs were slim and powerful. She could feel it, the strength. Her arms, always slender, were now toned. She swiveled around, watching her skirt flutter up over her bare legs beneath before she suddenly thrust herself towards the wall, crunching a deep imprint into it’s surface with a single, powerful punch. The metal blistered, imploding into a deep crater. “Woah!” she cried out.

Then, she pivoted back quickly to the opposite wall, her eyes suddenly narrowing down into a sharp stare. A pure, bright blast of red flew out from her face before it hit the wall, melting down through the metal instantly. She giggled, carving out a squat heart shape with the glowing laser vision. The shape, once outlined, fell forward and clattered onto the floor. “So cool!”

Then, with a sudden jump, she tensed up. Her body lifted up onto her toes, preparing to attempt to fly by throwing herself into the air, but before she could the boy cried out loudly. “Wait! My mother!”

She hesitated, practically rolling her eyes before in a few short movements, she spilled out a wad of cash and then wired a large sum of money directly to the hospital into an account for the boy’s mother. “Happy?” Then, with a single last pivot, she flew out the hole she’d made and up into the air.

Brittany headed right for the mall, internally squealing with excitement for what she could now pick out to showcase this new body. “Crop tops are perfect for lady abs! And new skirts for my nice, long legs!” She blasted through the front doors with a new dash of confidence mixed in. Then, store by store, she outfitted herself to showcase her new, perkier-than-ever breasts and her perfect, slim legs. Then, easily hefting up her bags with a finger, she flew back home in the cast of falling evening.

That night, tucked back into her bedroom, Brittany scooped a pile of books and papers previously ignored atop her desk onto the floor. She poured over them, flipping through each textbook as fast as her heightened finger speed could go while her mind devoured every ounce. With the new benefit of a “supermind,” all the information in the books absorbed in like a sponge, then fell out easily onto the pages of homework afterwards. Everything she’d cast aside all year, what she’d ignored and couldn’t take the time out of her busy schedule to do she finished in a single sitting. She sorted it all in minutes, filling it into her backpack now with ease before she spent the rest of the night daydreaming about everything she could do now, how she’d dominate...

“Briiing! Briiiiing!” Just like the day before, the yelping cry of the school bell shouted it commands to all the trapped convicts within its walls, telling them all to return to their class blocks. And, just as the day before, Brittany came smashing through the front doors while the bell still rang out through the hall. Her hand, flat and gentle against the door opened the door so hard that they swung back into the wall with a hard thud and one of the hinges actually loosened and let the door bob down to hit the floor.

She breezed in through the door with that same click of her heels. She didn’t wobble in the slightest, but prodded proudly forward. Her hips swiveled and swung side to side with every step, making the short skirt she wore swish and dance around her smooth, bare thighs. The skirt was so short, riding so high up on the smooth curve of her hips that another kid, that another student stumbling in behind her caught a glimpse of the pure, creamy white of her panties flush up to her sex beneath the skirt. The little outline of it, a little puff of her lower lips, showed indented into the fabric before the image clicked away as the girl continued further down the hall.

With each step, her ample chest gave a small bounce- the sudden, massive increase of her breasts overnight bringing some confused and eager eyes to her chest. “Hey, you stuffin’?” someone cried out, but she shot him such a glance that the boy instantly fizzled down. “Do these look fake to you?” she snapped back, grabbing beneath them and jostling the squishy orbs before she continued right down the hall some more, writing the punk off without another glance.

She barely paused after that, heading right into her classroom with a spin fast enough to send her skirt up to her waist as it spun around only to dump the pile of careful folders of all her homework right onto the teacher’s desk. Her lips curled up, smug and self-satisfied as the teacher looked up, confused. She just flashed a short grin. “All my work-”

“A-all your work?” The teacher stammered, putting a hand onto the stack, but hesitating to actually look.

“Yep! Every assignment for the year~!” She chirped back, meeting his dumbfounded look for another second before just just giggled once. Then, she just swiveled into her seat, still feeling the rush of excitement from shoving something into her teacher’s face. “Oh, that felt good!” she thought with a mellow purr. She felt a rush of power at the teacher’s bewildered expression. She could see him, leafing through the folder with utter shock displayed over all hs features.

With her face practically glowing, she sat, prim and smug and still satisfied with herself as the class began, right up till the professor began to explain some Latin roots clumsily.

Brittany’s hand shot straight up. “Excuse me?” She waited, eyebrows sweetly raised until the teacher acknowledged her with a cautious and vaguely confused expression. Quietly, he couldn’t help but struggle to remember a single time the girl had ever raised a hand before. Then, with the next second, he couldn’t quite remember the girl’s chest being quite so large. He gulped, struggling to shove those thoughts away before he nodded to her, allowing her to continue. “You’re mistaken. The correct pronunciation is-”

The teacher barely even heard what came next, he just felt the blood rushing to his face, filling it with brilliant red flush. The instant he’d been corrected, he could feel all the attention in the room sharpen on him. Every kid, those who didn’t care about history or the start of language, loved to watch a teacher struggling in front of the class. Brittany practically sparkled with pride as she watched the teacher flounder.

“Gosh! This feels so good! Even better!” she thought, brightening and perking up through all of class as she waited to hear anymore mistakes. The teacher, thrown off by her rude call out, spent only a few more minutes lecturing before he assigned reading and stepped away from the front of the class.

Finishing the reading within minutes, Brittany looked over the class, eyeing a scruffy kid at the fringe of the desks. She tracked his eyes, watching as they moved over her own chest, looking eagerly at her revealing top. She smirked. “Oh, you like?” she thought to herself before she smirked and started to focus. Carefully, she let her nipples harden beneath her top. They stiffened, becoming like bullets beneath her top that jutted out proudly through the fabric. She felt a rush through her system, heat tickling beneath her skin at the idea of someone’s eyes on her, yet with so little impact or power. “Just a little boy, looking at me.”

She could see as his eyes lit up, finding something new to dig his eyes through. She watched him flushing and practically drooling over the sight of her perky, luscious chest right there on display for him. She shifted, crossing her legs so that the soft, warm skin of her thighs slide against each other. She felt a rush of heat tickle between her legs, intoxicated by her own influence. But, after a few minutes, she gave a little scoff. “Just... ew..” Brittany coughed and turned away, showing her breasts to the other side of the room. She glared quietly back at him, bemused and insulted at his lustful stares.

When the bell tolled again, she breezed past the boy’s desk, idly letting a single foot brush out to the desk with enough hidden power to send it toppling over, spilling the kid and all his stuff out over the floor. He thumped once before the fluttering noise of his notes filled the room.

“That’s what you get for staring, ya pig!”

Then, like a breeze, Brittany whisked out of the room and off to her next class and her next chance to torment someone. This time, she shared a class with the not-so-super Superboy. Her fingers jittered, excited for what this class would hold.

In the midst of the lecture, as was common, the professor paused. She swung a hand at Superboy who was always such a brain before with a casual murmur, “Why don’t you tell us about how this DNA train communicates its message?”

The boy, void now of his super powered mind, floundered much to Brittany’s delight before she jumped her hand up with a giggle. “It’s simple really! I can tell you even if he can’t!” Then, she quickly launched into an effortless explanation, acting as though it was common knowledge while Superboy flamed a bright pink.

“I wonder...” Brittany mused “Would our little Superboy be as hot-blooded and simple as my other drooler?” She adjusted her seat, just slightly so that she tipped herself towards the boy. Then, idly, she started to toy with the strap of her tank top. She slid it side to side, just wiggling and adjusting her strap before she swept it down off her shoulder, showing a bit of that exposed, soft naked flesh of her toned shoulder before it swept right back up and into place.

At first, Superboy didn’t look over, but when he did, Brittany bit one of her candy pink lips. She leaned forward, extending her throat up so that the smooth and perfectly cream of her skin showed down into the depth of her cleavage where it creased into her top. Then, she hardened her nipples. They began to poke out into her top, swelling into a throbbing state of excitement beneath the thin fabric. Superboy looked away, but then did a double take to the sight of her. She felt heat prickling at her skin, warming up the flesh into a blush. She practically purred, shifting her shoulders so that her breasts gave a little jostle, wobbling within her top.

When the teacher turned to the board, writing, Brittany even cupped her hands, rather subtly, beneath her bosom to lift and squeeze at the soft flesh- much to the flustered pubescent boy’s delight.

She watched him, heat rising onto his face and dotting down the length of his throat before he coughed, adjusting and fixing his face right onto the board in an attempt to ignore the girl’s little show. She felt a rush, knowing that she’d been able to toy with him like that. “Oh boy. Oh boy...” She purred, only to herself.

“What can I do next?” She thought, eagerly waiting.

After a few minutes, he stood and slipped out around the desks towards the bathroom. Brittany hesitated a single minute before she followed his path. “So, that is it!”

She pushed through the door to the men’s room, much to Superboy’s surprise inside. She smirked, sidling closer to him. “How’s it feel to just be a regular, lackluster little boy now? A weak, hot-blooded horny, regular dog of a teenaged boy...” she crooned, stalking closer one step at a time as her eyes locked onto his. “You may have been flying under the radar before, breezing through, but now without powers? Without powers they are going to eat you alive.”

She smirked, exhaling out through her nose. She tried to read the boy’s face, but he tried to block it out. He projected a vague, disinterested face and ducked towards the sink to brush past her. Brittany, however, didn’t let him get away that easily.

She stepped even closer, bending down so that her fingers grazed past his thigh and her breath whisked down through his hair. Her touch sent a burst of heat whisking down his leg. The scent of her perfume played through his nose, sweet and fruity. “Did you use your powers to get the ladies before? I bet you were a nice, quiet stud.... smart, but strong.”

Superboy tried not to respond, focusing his mind on the good he did giving away his powers to help his mother, yet at the same time, he couldn’t help feel irritation building. This girl was flaunting his own powers back at him. His eyes hooked on her chest, finding it hard to yank away the stare from her hard, perky nipples. Which, when she noticed, she perked them up harder. She made them bullets beneath her top, rosy and stiff beneath the thin layer of fabric.

Her fingers tiptoed down the side of his stomach, shifting down over the denim of his jeans. He shuffled back, stepping out from beneath her hand, but she just followed him until his back thumped into the stall frame. “W-what are you doing?” he stammered out, looking up at her with crinkled eyebrows.

“Mmm... you can’t tell? Guess you weren’t a ladies man then.” She giggled at him and forced apart the two flaps of his jeans, opening the button. He felt the faint whisk of air rush into his pant, tickling at him. Her hand hovered just outside of her his jeans, waiting and building.

Her hand writhed down into the warm depth of the denim, circling her fingers around the bare skin of his cock, already partially hard from her earlier teasing. She lit up with this. “Mmm... so you did like that earlier, huh?”

She squeezed her warm hand around him. Testing him, she slipped her hand along the length of his shaft. Just the fingertips glided down his length, teasing along the veins and ridges of his flesh. Superboy shifted, shivering slightly, but he tried to pull back from her and go back to class away from the dominating girl.

But, Brittany clicked her tongue. “Nuh uh uh. You’re not in charge here, little boy.” Her hand tightened, actually gripping around him now. “I’m the one in charge. I have power. I control you.”

Superboy whimpered, faintly, but he stopped pushing away from her. He felt his pride wilting slightly faced with this girl who’d always been more popular, more liked, richer; but in the past, he’d always known he had the true power. He had the strength. He could fly! But now, now he was nothing. She had it all.

Urgently, she started to pump and work her hand around him. Her face was glowing, flushing with a prideful, vindictive and delighted expression. She bent into his shoulder as she did, adding her scent to the mix. Her lips mimed kissing his neck, but she only laughed instead of truly kissing him- just a reminder that this wasn’t her hitting on him, this wasn’t out of emotion of lust for him, this was a game. The boy muttered soft complaints, urging her to stop: “We have to get back to class.”

“Now now, we can spare a few moments...” she returned. “At least, I know I can keep up with class no matter what!” She laughed, squeezing his cock as she whispered. “How’s it feel to stop being super now? Are you a bit... overwrought? Do you even know what that means or did I get too big on you?”

All while she was teasing him, mocking him her fingers were so warm, so soft around him. The juxtaposition of something usually so enjoyable and something so cruel only soured every stroke. The fact that he enjoyed it, felt the pressure and tickling rush of nerves firing in his groin, went bitter when she mocked him in his ears.

She worked expertly, pumping her hands along tight and fast without hesitation or pause. He felt the pressure building, almost instantly from her soft touch. Plus, with her strength, her fingers rippled and massaged down his length with a unique power. It happened so quickly, the building rush of excitement. He felt his length starting to pulse and throb within her trap. “C-come on now. You’ve had your fun.” He whined, pushing back against her stomach weakly, but she didn’t even flinch. In fact, she barely felt it.

Instead, her hand kept working. Kept pumping. Kept jerking down his length until he felt his breath hitching in his throat. Heat rushed all around him, trapped within the clamping hold of her fingers. She massaged him, mercilessly working him over until it started to hit a peek.

In a gasping shout, he felt his entire groin seize and tense with the building rush before a spurt of cum finally broke through, splattering out right into the front crotch of his pants. Then, one by one, each additional rope of wet cum followed into a growing patch of dark wet that soaked through and showed on the jeans. The splotch was huge, growing with each additional second as it started to soak through the fabric further. It darkened it’s a plain, noticeable stain.

“My oh my! Someone was pent up!” she commented, giggling and turning around to rinse off her hands before she skipped out of the room, leaving the boy fumbling with the paper towels and his ruined jeans.

“Back to class... or....” She hesitated, then, she turned into the girl’s bathroom for a moment- delighted to find that she saw the feet of someone in the final stall. She lifted herself, hovering in flight to peek over the tall wall of the metal-framed stall to see the girl bent slightly, carefully working white tufts down into her top.

Brittany smirked, landing softly once more and moving to the mirror, fidgeting with her perfect breasts when the girl came out. She bent over, wiggling them a bit as though pushing them into place- though her breasts were so perfect they just jiggled atop her chest rather than actually needing to situate them into a bra. She even tweaked slightly at her nipple, giving them a little pinch so they stood out within her top.

While the other girl washed her hands, she looked at herself with her breasts stretched out to an ample double d size that stayed as perky on her chest as a youthful B-cup did. Her nipples jutted up, pushing into her shirt like nubs. Then, she looked into the mirror at the other girl. Her breasts were flat, already dropping a little even so. Her nipples pointed at slightly different directions, yet Brittany’s were perfectly symmetrical. She compared herself to the other, feeling a rush of pride at herself. “I really am perfect now!” she thought. She bristled with excitement at this rush of power and confidence she felt from her perfect breasts down into her strong, supple legs.

The other girl eyed her, scoffing a bit, but when they exited together she raised her voice to the sparse population of the hall before she looked the girl over. “It’s totally obvious you’re stuffing your shirt, by the way, pancake.” She chuckled once, staying just long enough for the girl to flush purple before she skipped off down the hall only to have the girl turning and fleeing back away.

She sat down in her seat just as Superboy entered the classroom. She watched him trying to skirt around the edge of the desks while appearing to look around at the walls and windows, but she could see his flush and the wet blotchy patch of his pants. “Mmm... how’s it feel,” she mused. “Being a little less than super now-”

Throughout the entirety of the day, it wasn’t a blurr. For the first time, the day was filled with delighting and exciting episodes as Brittany skipped through the hall, ever so ‘lightly’ bumping her shoulder into the awkward, shy, frizzy-haired, glasses-wearing nerd girls so that they went tumbling, almost spilling into the arms of the popular, spandex-clad boys of the football team. Then, they’d stammer and sweat, sometimes drooling over retainers with shy little snuffles before Brittany leaned in. “Jeez, you think you have a chance here? Get lost.” And with a laugh, she skittered off to her next group.

“What else can I do? What else can I do....” she mused before she lit up and narrowed her eyes until the beam of red spat out from them, catching some kid’s pants with a little puff of smoke. Then, the waistband cooked, let them drop and slump right down onto the cold tile of the floor. For a second, the effects hesitated, but then a shocked gasp escaped his throat. A loud, barking noise left him before he started to scrabble, grabbing for them and shucking they back up, trying to cinch them only to no avail as the waistband couldn’t reseal tight again. His splotchy, worn tighty whities showed plainly to everyone in the hall, much to his burning shame.

“Oooh! Now, I know who’d underthings I’d like to see in all their glory...” Brittany slipped into the cafeteria, eyes searching out her favorite target until they fell onto him just as he left the food line heaving a heavy tray. Her eyes narrowed quickly, letting that hot blast flash out shortly before they struck the waistband, right onto the button this time so that the pants fell seamlessly down.

They fell away to reveal plain boxers, but still soaked through and stained with his mess from earlier. He gave a short squeak, looking right over at her. He flailed there, looking flushed and shamed as he wobbled in place. His hands on his tray kept him from being able to shuck the pants back up, and each time he tried to pull one hand away, the tray would wibble and wobble with the weight on one end. He struggled for a few seconds, trying to balance the tray while one hand pulled up his pants, but he finally got too desperate and food began to spill from the side. A milk container clattered to the floor, summoning more attention to add to his heated blush all while Brittany hovered back, holding in her laughter.

She could see him up there, dancing around in his underwear with the cum stains from earlier still showed plainly through the fabric. The laughter of everyone, echoing through the hall and his own soft, distressed noises rang out in her ears, so delightful.

Finally, when that final bell tolled out at the end of the day, the once Superboy plodded down the hall with his head hung. His energy drained from walking, rushing to each class and dealing with the girl’s torment. His pants were tied together with a rubber band through the buttonhole to keep them rigged around his waist. One step at a time, he began the long trot home just before Brittany came flying out through the door. She blew right past him, close enough that she whisked his books and papers up out of his hands and distributed them all over the ground around him.

Superboy looked up, watching her spin off into the sky away from him with her laugh whisked up on the wind, amused at one final jab of her powers over the now powerless superboy.

“Not so super anymore, little boy!” she cried, giggling out.

“Now I’m the Super one!”