She turns you into a humiliating villain

Miranda, Mega-Woman, puts her hand on her chin in thought. Her mind occupied, she floats up a little higher. Her breasts, pushed out by her costume's corset, come right into your eye line. Of course you look straight at them.

You cock quivers, drawing Miranda's attention. She then sees where you're looking. "Geez, are you really that lame? You can't go five seconds without-" She stops suddenly, then a smile slowly spreads across her lips. "That's perfect! I know exactly what we'll do!"

Everything goes dark. As your eyes adjust you see that you're in a bank and it's night time. The vault is open and bags with dollar signs on them sit on the floor. You look down at yourself and see that you're wearing a brightly colored costume with a big 'J' on the front. However, that's not the weirdest feature of the costume. Despite having on gloves, unusually soft gloves in fact, and boots, you're not wearing any pants.

"What the hell?" you ask.

"It's all part of your super villain identity," says Miranda. You turn around to see her standing behind you. "You are now... The Jerker!"

"What?!"

She giggles. "You have various super powers, but only for brief periods after you jerk off. Plus, the more people see you blow your load, the more powerful you get. Don't worry, people can't attack you while you're jerking because they freeze in place. You're stuck in the same spot too, so you can't run away, but at least you have the strength to defend yourself afterward."

"This isn't fair!" you yell.

"Hmmm. Yeah, I guess you're right. There's no way you can get much strength with nobody around to see you." Miranda snaps her fingers.

Suddenly it's the middle of the day. Miranda is gone, but the bank is full of people.

"Look, it's the Jerker!" Someone yells. Laughter breaks out throughout the bank. Most of the women are pointing to your lack of pants as they laugh.

"Oh, this is just terrific!" you say spitefully. You grab the money bags, but they're too heavy. You strain hard, but they don't budge, causing the bank patrons to laugh harder. An alarm goes off, drowning out most of the laughter. The police will be here soon.

Remembering what Miranda said, you grab your cock. You grit your teeth as several people take cell phone pictures, then you start jerking. One of the tellers is a fairly hot redhead with a light spray of freckles, so you picture what she'd look like splayed out on the counter. In your head you strip away her gray suit piece by piece, then you imagine her spreading her pale pussy lips with her delicate fingers.

You cum in a gushing stream. Strength flows into your muscles and other mysterious energies crackle in your skin. It feels like every person watching you jack off is feeding you energy through invisible cords. You grab the money bags, now light as empty duffel bags, and run out of the bank.

"Stop right there, Jerker!"