A super idea!

"Wow, that might work!" Joy said in a hushed tone before she giggled, moving out of the bathroom to the dank bedroom of John. She pulled out a cardboard box from beneath the bed, filled halfway to the brim with various comic books.

"They're called graphic novels," she said in a nasal parody of her former self as she pulled out a particular magazine. Superheroes with various powers gained during puberty, some cool, some awkward, but some would be quite convenient to someone in her situation.

"Mistress Mindspin, telepathy, memory adjustments and glamer, along with personal telekinesis, super strength and toughness?" Joy said as she opened a random page in a particular story. "Sounds just like what I need," she said as she returned to the living room, sat down with a squelch next to her previous wet spot, still not wearing anything between her chest and legs, and picked up the phone.

"Joy the bimbo is looking at a graphic novel about Mistress Mindspin, whose super powers she desires," the screen said as she made a target statement at herself while staring at the screen.

"Joy the bimbo is looking at a graphic novel about Mistress Mindspin, whose super powers she shares," she edited the text. It might be corrupted by the process, she figured, but at the very least she'd get something out of it. She pressed enter and glanced around the silent room, pondering if anything had changed.

A whispering voice seemed to grow in her mind. No, it was multiple voices, growing stronger. "You two saw a what out in the hallway?" a confused male voice said to itself. "He doesn't believe us, again," a child's voice said with a hint of raw and inexperienced emotions of not being believed. "Did I forget to buy pasta?" an elderly woman's voice interrupted, coming from the floor above. "I think John should be home today," a voice from below, rising at the speed of the elevator, pulled him away from the growing din of various trains of thought.

"Whoops," Joy said and rubbed her temple as she tried to zone out the noise. If she was easily distracted before, this was not helping. "Shush shush shush," she said to herself as she tried to let her muscle memory take control. Not as easy with super powers as it was pumping an orgasm out of a hyper-sexualized body, she begrudgingly admitted to herself, but within a few seconds the room began falling silent again.

Still, She could sense someone was standing outside her door.

Which was not optimal since she was still mostly naked, her head barely sticking together, and her tits on full display.

"Oh crap..." she said as she could feel time was running out for her to do something.