Changing reality for the sexier

"Did I-" I crawled out from below Supergirl's posterior and stood back up to my full height with a hand still holding onto her skirt absently. "Did I just do that?"

Supergirl set down her eyeliner and brought a comb to her hair. "Did you do what?" She responded with a particular calmness that I've gotten used to as she looked at me through her peripheral vision.

I held the fabric of her skirt tightly in my hand and began to twist it around in my grip while I pondered. Which means I was holding onto her skirt while standing there in silence for a solid ten minutes; that's how long it takes my brain to function. Supergirl, on her part, went back to mending to her hair and ignoring my grip on her clothing.

When my brain finally decided to turn back on, I dropped her skirt like a brick and dashed- Well logically it didn't fall like a brick, It's just a skirt, not really that heavy. What I meant was I just dropped her skirt in the same manner as I would a brick. It's a figure of speech.....

Anyway, I dropped her skirt and dashed out of the bathroom to confirm my suspicions. And yep, I did what I thought I did. This... Really puts things into perspective. I'm standing in the empty metal hallway, with my back to the bathroom; I just excited; and across from me, where there's supposed to be the opposite sex bathroom, in its place, is a locked janitors closet.

"Well fuck me in the ass," I mumbled to myself and the empty hallway.

"I actually, don't want to do that. Sorry." And I guess I said that to Supergirl too, how'd she hear me- ooooh yeah, super hearing...

So I removed the vast sex segregation between male and female bathrooms, by complete accident, because of my rambling. Fuck, this is a real eye-opener for me. I knew that I had a lot of power in my hands, or more precisely; on my ears. But I thought I could only change what people perceived as normal, like- some form of mind control. But this- This is so much more! I'm not only controlling these people's minds; I'm warping the very reality they live in. And I'm the only person who knows it's even happening! This whole thing is mind-boggling, and a tad bit scary if ya' think about it; what if some crazy lunatic like the Joker got their hands on these earrings?! With this power, someone could **** millions by just saying a simple phrase.

Luckily for this world, I'm not a crazy lunatic- Well, okay I might be a lunatic; but I'm perverted, not crazy. There's a difference. Though, speaking of perverted... I did tell myself I would go back to the tour and try to enjoy it... But it's not like I know where they are anyway, and Supergirl's here, in the bathroom right behind me; she doesn't seem busy or anything. Even if she did have something planned, I have a feeling she wouldn't object to a little bit of fun. Big Billy twitched in the confines on my pants at the thought, now who am I to say no to Billy!?

I turned around and walked back into the men's room- Or, women's room- I honestly don't know what to call it anymore.

Supergirl's still working on her hair, but she's nearly finished from what it seems like; I've seen Nichole do her hair for years, I can tell when girls are almost done. Seeing her fit figure hunched forward over the sink, with that perky ass jutted out slightly in my direction- Well she's practically asking for someone to hump her, and don't mind if I do..

She didn't move or even shift her firm stance an inch as I wrapped my arms around her stomach from behind, and brought my crotch to her hips.

"You don't seem surprised?"

"Well, no not really," She continued smoothing out her hair, "I could see you through the mirror."

"And you- *Grunt* -Ugh this feels so fucking good, It's like my dick was made to be sh- shoved between your ass." My cock's wedged between her righteous rump like a nice summer barbeque; weird analogy I admit but, just like little willy, it fits. Supergirl has the buns, and I'm packing the meat. "This is kind of romantic in a way don't you think?"

"Uh. Not at all, no." She leaned in towards the sink to inspect her hair, pushing her ass against my waist in the process. "I wouldn't consider this romantic at all, heck if it were anyone else it would be horrifying."

I continue gyrating my hips onto hers with excessive ****, the sounds of our hips colliding echo throughout the metal bathroom. This is what people in my community call, an assjob. I always considered myself a breast man, but hell; I'm still a man. And any warm-blooded man with taste, gay or straight, can't deny a well-made ass when they see one. Besides, with these earrings, I could easily have Wonder Woman or Black Canary give me a nice titjob later. God, just this morning that thought would be an out a reach dream. And now, I have Lil Willy stuck between the ass cheeks of the cousin of Superman.

"So if anyone else did this to you, you'd flip the fuck out right?" I say

as I move my hands up to her chest, her breasts to be exact.

"Well, I wouldn't phrase it like that, but yeah. I would." She glanced down from her reflection in the mirror for a second to look at my hands as I search for her nipples. "Who wouldn't?"

"Oh- There's lots of people in the porn industry who wouldn't mind a little ass play."

"I wouldn't consider myself one of them."

"Mmhmm, yeah- hey where the fuck are your tits? Wait.." Pressing myself closer into her body, I grabbed her left tit and gave it a hard squeeze. It feels like there's something between her boobs and my- I'm a fucking idiot. "You have on a bra?! I- I thought it was your suits armor or something!"

"Of course I'm wearing a bra." She said with confusion laced in her voice. "I don't want my breasts bouncing around, did you-" She brought her hands up to her face to stifle a chuckle, "Not know that's what bras are for?"

Is she laughing at me? I should be laughing at her; I have my cock wedged between her ass cheeks for crying out loud.

"Of course I know what a fucking bra is! I just.. Well, all the other super sluts walk around with their tits bouncing, and they don't have bras on."

"What makes you so sure?"

"I mean, I've seen and touched Wonder Woman's, Black Canary's, and Zatanna's tits. So I'm basically an expert at this point."

Supergirl's gaze is still on my hands as they massage her breasts "You did? Well, what can I say, we're not all the same you know."

I stopped squeezing and pushed myself away from her rump, to the dismay of my unrighteous boner. "Yeah whatever, that bra of yours is ruining my enjoyment; take it off."

"No."

"You should just start doing what I say." My slacks hit the

floor after fumbling with them. "Your life's in my hands now hot stuff."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nine thousand cartons of eggs on the wall, nine thousand cartons of eggs.. If one of th-"

"I swear on the blood of Hades if you don't proceed to cease your brainless banter I will turn you into a hare," Circe said on the couch behind him, splayed out with her hands crossed behind her head. "I can't bring myself to understand how your comrades put up with you."

"Okay, I'll stop! No need to turn anyone into bunnies."

Superman floated down from above them in the same relaxed position as Circe; while tossing a red stress ball in the air rhythmically. "He's not that bad; you get used to him."

"Hey, can you blame me?! This is boring..." Berry looked up at the screen and shuddered. Yeah, he always considered Zatanna to be an attractive woman, but he'd never imagined doing any of... that, to her. She's covered in that kid's semen! "And I'm honestly a bit uncomfortable.."

"Well someone has to do it, and frankly; you're the only one fast enough to write down his reality changes before they take effect."

Berry sighed, knowing full well Superman's right, which means that until they find a way to get those magical artifacts off the kid's ear. He's gonna be relegated to the Batcave, clackity clacking away on the computer; copying down the kid's words.

Looking over to the WordPad he has open, so far he's typed down

<Everything I did in this room was like normal for me>

<It's your thing; it's normal for you to know this stuff>

<It's normal for you to be happy with me having these earrings>

The brat could've rephrased that if he were smart, and make everyone, in general, be happy with him having the earrings, not just Zatanna. Luckily he didn't, or we'd all be blissfully unaware, or just not care at all. But there are some other changes he made that if we didn't have recorded proof, Berry would have a hard time believing. Apparently, women used to 'not' stick their asses out when they bend forward; It's hard to imagine a world where that doesn't happen.

There's a lot of other changes like that one, to us watching the monitors; It sounds like he's stating the obvious. But by the way, he reacts afterward, and from what they know of the earrings, it's pretty easy to tell that something's off.

Berry yawned and reached for the box of Lucky Charms to his left to find that the box was lighter than usual, empty in fact. "Circe did you- You finished my Lucky Charms!?!!?"

"That I did, and they were quite delicious."

"You're such a-"

"I'd heed what you say," Circe said with her eyes shut in her relaxed position. "Converting you into a hare is still on the table."

"Screw you and your rabbits!" Berry turned his back to the monitor, "You can't just eat a man's Lucky Charms like that!"

"I can- And I did," Circe opened her right eye and locked it with Berry's

Red electric sparks started to flicker in Berry's eyes as he glared at Circe. "Oh you made a mistake, one there's no going back from."

"Hey hey, it's okay." Superman interrupted. "I'll fly over to the supermarket and buy you both a box." with a sigh he added, "I need to do something to take my mind off of, this." With that, and a gust of wind. He's gone.

"Hmf-" was all Berry said as he turned back to face the monitor, "You should be glad he stepped in.."

"Whatever pleases you." Circe closed her eyes again.

"Oh shit."

"Hm?"

"Shit shit shit shit!!"

"What?" Circe opened both of her eyes and leaned up to see what Berry was on about. "What is it?"

"Oh my god- He's in the woman's bathroom!" With a *Flash* Berry stood inches from her face, with his hands on her bare shoulders. "There's no cameras in the bathrooms! He- He could be changing reality left and right, and we won't even know it!"

"Malaka..." Circe mumbled to herself, deep in thought. Not even bothering to shove Berry out of her personal space. After a couple of seconds of Berry hyperventilating, she eyed the monitor behind him and spotted a second person entering the bathroom. "And it seems like he's receiving company."

"Huh?" *Flash* Berry zoomed back to the monitor to rewind it and see who Circe saw. "Who did you see.... oh- crap. It's Supergirl!" Berry fell back into his chair, and raised his arms in the air, "Why did it have to be Supergirl!? Clark's going to flip his shit!"

"So I did something I don't do that often," I say with a hand on Big Billy, giving him a few pumps through my boxers. "I actually used my brain."

Supergirl said nothing, while she packs up her stuck off the sink. Seems like she's done fixing herself up. But I'm just getting started.

"I think you superheroines shouldn't even wear bras."

"Everyone entitled to their own opinions." She said as she zipped up her purse. Then she spun around and flipped her silky blond hair back over her shoulder. "Well, I have to go inform-"

"Wouldn't you say it's normal for superheroines not to wear bras?"

"Yes, of course," she made a bewildered face like I said something incredibly stupid; which I did. "They're uncomfortable to have on, and they just end up hindering us."

"Yeah! And without bras, us guys can see your tits bouncing more without anything to hold them!"

"That's true too I guess," She said absently and patting her chest. "I don't.. know why I have a bra on..." She gave her tits a small squeeze and shook them up and down. "Weird..." She shook her head and wiped away the confusion from her face. "Whatever I can take them off."

She reached down to the bottom of her shirt and began removing her tightly fitted top. I was admiring her smooth and toned legs, and unsurprisingly her waist is just as arousing. Her whole body is perfectly built; it's not like her suit was hiding that but dam! Seeing her without her blue top on is a sight to behold. It seems like it took hours, but she finally raised her top it over her head; showing off her perfect upper half. I could basically see her whole bare body since her skirt isn't hiding much.

She reached her hands behind her to remove her bra; which she did pretty swiftly. Her tits are normal sized, not as big as the other heroines I met so far, but they're not small either. It's nice to see some average tits that I can cup in my hands and give nice small kisses too. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Her bra fell off with a small *click* and landed on the floor. She jutted her ass out behind her as she reached down to pick up the fallen finery, she stayed there; bent forward for a couple of seconds not only sticking her rear out. But also causing her now braless breasts to hand below her like little pendulums. Her small subtle ass shakes cause her tits to move in the wind. When she decided to bend back up, she held the bra and smiled, to herself. "That takes care of that."

"Oh fuck yeah, your naked tits are amazing by the way."

"Uh- Thanks?"

"I can take that bra; you won't be needing them anymore. I could fit it in Zatanna's- I.. mean.. My- magic hat, where did I put that thing?"

"No, I'll need it for when I go back to being Kara Danvers." She said, walking back to her purse to place her bra inside. Her tits bouncing with each step

"Kara who? Oh- wait no no no, you're not supposed to wear bras, like; ever. Hmm, I wonder if I could.."

"If you could do what?"

"It's normal for bras to not exist!"

Supergirl stopped in her tracks, her hand holding the bra inches away from her purse. She blinked a few times, and the bra she was holding literally faded away. Like away, away. It's completely gone!

"Wha-" She said to herself in total confusion "What was I doing?"

"You-" *Gulp* It really worked, "You were putting your bra away for later."

She looked at me with the same confused face, "What's a bra?"

I couldn't help but grin.