By satisfying his perverted urges

"It worked, it fucking worked!!"

"What worked?"

Okay, so at this point, some of you might be a tad upset that it's taking me this long to understand these earrings fully. Hell, there's probably some other universe where another pervert got their hands on these earrings. I bet they might've figured out how to use the normality ability in the first couple of chapters! But hey I'm not the smartest egg in the basket, I still don't even truly understand how babies are made! That- that was a joke, by the way, just trying to lighten the mood...

Speaking of lightening the mood, I'm having trouble believing that I erased bras from existence by just saying a sentence with the word 'normal' in it. I saw it with my own eyes; her everyday white bra faded away like someone turned the opacity down the zero. I guess her bra isn't an 'everyday' 'normal' bra anymore, cause well, bras don't even exist anymore! Logistically speaking, erasing bras from reality might cause a fair amount of problems, and a bit a back pain. But last time I checked, I have a dick; which basically means, it's not my problem.

That half-a-paragraph had nothing to do with 'lightening the mood,' I just couldn't think a good transition, sue me.

You might consider everything I've done so far as 'teasing,' that's fair enough; everyone's entitled to their own opinions. But I wouldn't call it 'teasing,' I'd call it, 'testing.' So far I've made three mental notes about how these earrings function. The earrings give me the abilities to-

-control reality,

-control minds,

-and control memories.

When I say, it's 'normal' for someone to do something. They just do it instantly, like it's a 'normal' thing for them to do. That's the mind control part I noted, but when it comes to changing reality or memories; that takes a bit longer to have an effect. For example, the bra. Supergirl halted in her tracks and had a blank expression for a couple seconds, not to mention her bra didn't disappear instantly. It took a while for it to phase away from both her memory and reality. I assume that's the case because I was not only erasing all bras from existence, I was also removing all traces of them from every single being's memory on planet Earth. Heck, I'm pretty sure Supergirl isn't even from Earth, which means that these powers extend to, god knows how far!

Anyway, that's enough internal monologuing, I'm in the mood to get back to more 'testing.'

"Hehe, you must think I'm fucking delusional." I stop stroking Big Billy, who at this point is as stiff as a staff.

"Well can you blame me? You're making up words and acting like you did something amazing." Supergirl said, in the process of putting her top back on. "No offense, but so far you've only been distracting me and drooling on yourself, you haven't done anything special in the slightest.

As much as I would love to see how freely her tits bounce around in her top without a bra on, having her put on more clothes would be undoing my 'hard' work. So naturally, while she was facing the mirror, I bounded up behind her smooth, perfect, milky-white, back, fuck, she's so fucking perfect. I wrapped my arms around her, grabbing her breasts with both of hands and began kneading them like dough; after getting a feel for her nipples, I maneuver them between my fingers and give her nips a nice hard squeeze. Pressing my face against her naked back, I closed my eyes and inhaled her natural aroma. I feel her shiver against me as I slowly drag my lips against her skin-

"Ff- H-hey, can you back up a bit?" She puff's out, and do I smell a hint of arousal in her breath? I am twisting her nipples from behind while worshiping her bare back, even if she honestly believes this is a normal thing to do, that doesn't mean she can't be getting aroused. "I need space to put my top back-"

"Hey hey wait, hold that thought."

I raise my hand that was moments ago groping her tit to cover her mouth. Then stepping back away from her, I reach down to my feet and unstrap my shoe. Yes, I said unstrap, I never learned how to tie my shoes correctly; I always have to look up a YouTube tutorial to get it right, so I just bought some strap on ones to save the trouble. Instead of actually teaching myself how to tie my shoe, I learned how to undo a bra at a young age. True fact! I used to snatch Mom's bra from her laundry basket while she was at work and use it as practice. And when it was my turn to do the laundry, I could even get away with using her clothes to for some memorable wank sessions. After I was done leaving my 'signature' on her clothing, I'd just wash it and act like it never happened. It's oddly satisfying to see Mom walking around in a bra or panties that Little Willy ejaculated on without her even knowing. But- wait- what was I talking about?

Oh yeah, taking off my shoes. Yeah, I unstrapped and removed my shoe. Then pulled off my sock in one swift motion, my feet really do need some fresh air, especially after all that sexual energy I've been using up. I'm not like these superheroes who just have an unreasonably large energy supply, I sweat easily. And god, these socks reek! They smell almost as bad as my Grandma's feet- Almost.

I raised my head back up towards Supergirl, and notice she's in the process of putting her shirt back on. Obviously, I could just make it normal for her to toss away her top, but nah; something about pushing these super-powered babes around is oddly satisfying.

"Hey give me that!" I grab the edge of her signature blue top and yank it out of her grip. She could've easily stopped me, by simply holding on to her shit. Me pulling on as hard as I could manage to muster wouldn't do jack if she bothered to put down at least one percent of ****.

"You don't need this-" I say, fiddling with her top.

She turned around to face me, "Actually I do," She brought her fists to her hips in her classic super-hero pose, "I need to go out there and find whoever's in charg- M-Mpph!" She gasped, looking down to see my sock lodged in her mouth.

"Haha! Stick a sock in it! Literally!"

I assume her classic pose is supposed to help her look intimidating? If that's what she's going for it isn't really working, the sock in her mouth doesn't help much and honestly, I don't feel intimidated, I feel aroused. Probably because she doesn't have a shirt on and her nips are pointing directly at me with her lack of a shirt. Like, they're literally pointing at me, her tits are pretty hard after I squeezed them like I squeeze a zit.

She eyed the sock and her face contorted into one of disgust; I expected her to remove it, or spit it out since I wasn't stopping her. Instead, she merely glanced at me, mentally asking 'Are you done yet?'

Meh, I guess shoving my sock in her mouth might be a bit childish; so I pulled it out with an audible, *Plop.* Then watched her disgusted face as her tongue flicked across her red lips, trying to wipe away the sock's foul tasting remnants.

"I need t- Ugh- Go out there, so-"

"Well, I guess you're going to have to go out there topless." I strode over to the sink where I placed Zatanna's hat when I first came in. "Cause Ima keep this shirt,"

"W-Why?" Her breasts jiggled slightly as she leaned forward, hands still on her hips. "What do you need my top for, I had it specially made; it's gonna difficult to get another one made out of the same material."

"Eh- Sucks to be you doesn't it?" I say absently, trying to stuff her top down the top of this tophat, Zatanna's hat seems to be bottomless; the only problem is getting things through the initial opening. "Hey, it's nothing personal, I'm just being a dick because I can. If I didn't have these mind-controlling earrings on, I'd have a lot more respect for you."

*Sigh* "How am I supposed to go out there? I can't just walk around topless."

"Sure you can! Hell, I would make it normal for you to walk around completely butt-ass naked; but it would lose all of its charm if you act like it's completely normal."

"Are you seriously going to have me fly all the way back to my apartment, put on a blouse, and then fly all the way back up here?"

"I guess so, or you could just go out there the way you are," I smirked to myself.

"Those tourists are probably taking pictures of every moving thing- I'm not going out there like this."

"Fair enough, but when you fly back to your apartment, it's normal for you to put on a skimpy bikini instead of a typical blouse before you fly back up here." I may have removed bras from existence, and I genuinely think I'll miss them, but I still have bikini's, and they're basically the same thing lets be frank.

Supergirl nodded to herself, like what I said made complete sense, which to her, it did; Heh, as long as I say something with 'normal' in it, my word is basically law.

"Yes! I got it in. Another item to add to my collection! You won't be seeing your top anytime soon FYI." I look down into the pitch blackness that is Zatanna's hat, I wonder what would happen if I somehow got stuck in there.

"Alright well, I need to get going." She slung her purse over her shoulder and smoothened her silky hair behind her head, her arm movements cause her tits to gyrate rhythmically. The purse strap lands right between her open cleavage, it must be comfortable there.

As she walks away from me topless, my eyes slip to her ass shifting forwards and back with each step. All this bra talk made me forget about her main features, Supergirl has some modest, average sized tits; don't get me wrong. But her waist and thighs are where it's at, there's so- perfect- I got enough of an eyeful of her top half, but at the moment, Big Billy is longing for her bottom half.

"Hey, wait!"

"Hm?" She stopped right outside the bathroom door, looking back to see what he wanted.

"Isn't it normal for you to give me your panties and watch as I masturbate in them before you leave?"

She closed her eyes before muttering to herself, "Dangit!" She brought her hands to her head like she forgot something obvious. "Yeah yeah, okay let's hurry this up. I really need to talk to whoever's in charge here.

Haha, she's looking at him. Ever since I got these earrings, I became the king of this coop! The rest of the Justice League doesn't know it yet, but they will-

Eventually.

"Everything's fine, okay?" The Flash said, pacing left and right in the dim-lite Batcave "Don't freak out."

"I won't."

"Stay calm."

"I will."

Circe doesn't understand this man who calls himself 'The Flash.' It doesn't add up. Apparently, he's an infamous hero, not only in his city; but around the world as well. But seeing how he reacts to one mishap, well, it's honestly pathetic, she doesn't get how people could take him seriously. Let alone fear him.

"Is this how you typically react to trouble?"

The Flash halted in place and spun around to face her, "What? No, I-" He raised his hands to his temple. "-Look this isn't one of our 'Run-of-the-mill' bad guys. This kid is some, perverted- reality warping- pervert!"

"If you are half the hero, that you profess yourself to be; you should be prepared for-"

"If anything, you should be freaking out more than me!"

Circe raised an eyebrow at that statement.

"Look at you! Seriously, take a step back, and look down at yourself."

Circe flicked her eyes down and saw what she sees on regular bases whenever she decides to look downwards for any given reason. "I understand your point."

"Do you get my point?"

"I feel you're not comprehending what I'm saying."

Though as much as she hates to admit it, he's right. She honestly expected whoever had access to the earring's power would use it to exploit the rules of reality and change it to make their life better, but- Well, giving it more thought; that is what this kid is using it for. He's changing the world to suit his 'needs,' it's just- She didn't expect his needs to be so- Unique. And back to the point, The Flash brought up, now that she's seen just how potent this boy's teenage hormones are; it more than doubles her urge to keep distance between them. Circe's well aware of how attractive she is, just look at her. She lusts after the feeling she gets from seeing the people beneath her squirm, they see her villainous figure, and the skin she has on display; yet they know they can't have any it and fear what would happen if they tried anything.

All that being said, she's undoubtedly sure that few things in this universe rival her abilities in the mystic arts. Sadly, one of those aforementioned 'few things' happens to be this boy, or more precisely; the earrings he's in possession of. The magical abilities of Wonder Woman and especially that stage performer are nothing compared her own skills. But Circe would be lying to herself if she doesn't admit that she's worried at how easily the earrings were able to break through the magical and mental barriers of the two people who should be able to at least resist it. There's not a single drop of doubt in Circe's mind that if he laid his eyes on her, for even a second; he'd use the powers to please his perverted pleasures.

She'd rather let The Flash touch her, and that's saying something.

What makes things worse is the fact that she doesn't need to get near him to figure out if her mental barriers are strong enough to keep out the earrings influence. Glancing over to the checklist they have of every change to reality the kid's made so far. It's clear as day that from what the recording picked up, it isn't normal for all women to have their asses sticking out and wiggling whenever they bend forward. It isn't even normal for women to play with their nipples whenever they see his crotch! Those are second nature things she always does without even thinking! Not necessarily groping herself if she were to see the boy's genitals; she's never done that before, and she'll never see his crotch is she has anything to say about it. Yet, if she were to see his crotch, of course, she'd natural begin to **** her nipples. It's just the way the world works- Or, it's the way 'his world' works.

The fact that he's already messing with her head, from all the way up there, is what's putting her off. So yes, she's a bit worried that they can't see what he's doing anymore, he could be messing with her mind even more at this very moment. Circe the mistress of misery; and she'll be dammed if she lets a perverted little boy do one over her.

"I believe I may have a solution to this predi-" Circe stopped what she was saying, a look of confusion dances across her face.

"Huh?"

Circe felt, different. Nothing too noticeable, but she learned to seek out the little things that would slip past the eye of most people. Even so, she can't make out precisely what's different. She knows somethings wrong but- She just feels different, her chest plate- Her chest feels off like her breasts shifted down as if something was there keeping them in place, and it's- not- anymore- That doesn't make sense, why would she have something under her breasts? That would be mighty uncomfortable and restricting. If anything, she fills a tad more, light and free; as if breathing comes easier-

"Hey! Earth to evil magic lady! You said you had an idea?"

"Oh, yes- erm-"

"Cause if so I'm all ears."

"Yeah- I was saying I might have a solution to our predicament."

"Oh thank god, I thought I was hearing things, I was about to wake up Batman from his post-crime spree nap, you don't want to see Batman when he's tired."

"Off with the panties!"

Kara sighed, looking up at him while removing her panties. "You know, that's not how you should talk to women." hooking her underwear between her fingers she slips the garment down her legs.

"Well I mean I would say sorry, but it's hard to respect you when you're literally handing me your panties so I can jack off with it."

Kara looked down to the panties she held out on her outstretched hand, the thought flashed through her mind to ditch the kid and go back to her apartment since she had things that needed to be done. She needs to find a skimpy bikini to put on before coming back here too, it's not like she has one laying around in her closet; so taking yet another stop by the clothing store is required before she can come back to the Watchtower. This kid is inherently rude and is spouting out blatantly dumb shit. Like what the hell is a bra?

And now he's grinning at her like she's putting on a show for him, who does he think he is? He's just a normal guy if it were any other man treating her like this she'd most definitely teach him how to properly treat a woman, but this guy is just; normal, so he gets a pass.

"Hey, can you stop grinning at me like I'm an exotic dancer?"

"Ohoho, I could have you do some exotic dances for me while I masturbate."

What is he talking about? He knows Kara's Supergirl, even if he doesn't know who Supergirl is specifically, which is possible if he's not from, or near, National City. He should still be able to make the correlation between her and her cousin, everyone know's Superman. Everyone! With Kara's status as a hero and all the things she can and has done, she should be the one in charge here. No, she is the one in charge here. Yet he's acting like a cocky grunt who can do whatever the hell he wants.

"I'm not doing any dances for you, okay? You're just going to use my panties to masturbate, and I'll watch from here, then-"

He brought Kara's bright red panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply, "Oahhhh ffuck- I love the smell of superheroine's panties in the morning, don't you?"

She sighed to herself, this kid is trying to make such a normal thing. Weird. "No, can't say that I have."

"Huh? Yeah, I guess that makes sense, I don't smell my underwear, that's just weird."

Okay, well at least he's not entirely insane, Kara can't imagine anyone in their right mind smelling their own underwear-

"But it would be hot to see other chicks smelling their own panties. That's it, I now decree that it's normal for everyone to sniff their own underwear every- I don't know- every one to two hours.

Of course, it is, why the fuck wouldn't we smell our own underwear? It's something everyone does every couple of hours, she takes back what she said about him not being insane; he's talking out of his ass, decreeing things that everyone already does. She doesn't get him, she really doesn't.

*Shif* "This smells so fucking good- Oah, I wonder how it tastes," He brought her underwear to his mouth slowly, peaking his tongue out; he quickly dabbed it. "Uuuk- okay, yeah th- that didn't taste so good."

"What did you expect? I had them on all day, of course they wouldn't taste amazing."

"Oh shut the fuck up, when you start smelling your own panties I'll be making fun of you just you wait."

"Can you hurry up and masturbate already?" Kara folded her arms under her bust, "I have a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it." She tilted her head as he dropped his boxers, seeing his sizable shaft cause her to unfold her arms and begin to grab her nipples tightly and squeeze. "Tim- Time is money." She said between breaths of arousal.

He looked down to his penis, then up at her; or more precisely her nipples as she twisted them, he grinned. "I forgot about that command, I should really write these down. But you're right, time is money." He walked over to Kara's purse and opened it like he owned the dam thing. He found her wallet and pulled out all the cash she had inside, "Haha, I'm robbing Supergirl, while she stares there watching and groping herself. I bet you regret coming bumping into me don'tcha?"

He's right about one thing, not that she minds him taking a couple hundred out of her wallet, or even her ID that he just took out and tossed into the top hat he stole from Zatanna. She regrets all the time she won't get back cause this guy won't masturbate with her freaking panties! Poor Winn, he's probably still waiting at that Cafe.

Kara didn't respond to him stealing everything in her wallet, not wanting to stroke his ego by playing along anymore; She tried to put her hands on her hips to show him she's not taking what he's doing lightly. But she couldn't since she has to continue molesting her nipples until his nice slong gets out of her sight.

It took him a while to look up from her chest to notice her serious face, "Okay okay, fine. Let's do this."

"T- Thank you-" She moaned out unknowingly, playing with her own nipples are making her more aroused than she'd like to admit.

"You know when I woke up this morning I never thought I'd have a chick want me to masturbate so badly. Go fucking figure huh?"

Kara never did too, so there's finally something they agree on.