An Argument

"There you have it," I said with a smug look on my face. "Super Girl's assurance." She continued to stare at my crotch drooling. "No padding."

Power Girl looked down at me. "Super Girl's assurance? Yeah right! You are talking about the same brain donor standing beside me who'd be more at home in the Everglades plucking on a banjo. Yes?" Super Girl was unfazed by this insult. I however saw the need to defend a friend of mine.

"I'll have you know that 'Banjo Plucker' is, in fact, a C-List superhero. She's sworn to honesty, a protector of the innocent, defender of..."

"Yeah yeah, whatever!" Power Girl snapped back at me. She pointed at Super Girl, "She's the biggest, bimbo-ist slut this side of Metropolis! Therefore when it comes to gawping at a cock, (even an upholstered one) ANY judgement she might have can't be relied upon. So unclench your buttocks and simmer down. Ok?"

I turned away from her in anger and embarrassment. "I do believe the topic of this discussion was about alleged costume padding and not my buttocks, which incidentally were NOT clenched!" I shouted back at her.

"Hmmm, maybe you're right. They're sagging a lot lower now."

That was it. My anger finally boiled over. Sick of being judged and not believed I span around to face her again. I grabbed the shoulders of her costume and pulled up, using my super strength to lift her off the ground by her costume. The crotch of her suit rode up tight into her groin. "SAG?!! SAG!! I'll have you know CAMELTOE GIRL! My butt does NOT sag! And just for the record..." I let go of her.

I reached down between my legs and grabbed the underside of my thong. I pulled it aside and my cock and balls spilled out. "THERE'S NO ARTIFICIAL PADDING IN THIS COSTUME! IT'S 100% ME! SEE!"

Worryingly Power Girl ignored the awkward and obvious camel toe I'd caused for her. She just smiled back at me and giggled. "Hehehehehehee! You ACTUALLY did it!!"