You've got the power

Sophie: "No, seriously though, how did this happen? Like... since when? Last time I checked the laws of reality were all fine and dandy."

You get up, letting your penis finally fall flaccid. Though, even while flaccid it's rock-hard to the touch. An absurd feeling.

Sophie: "Time to do what anybody in this situation would do. Experiment!"

You turn around and poke an outstretched arm towards the wall, trying with all your might to tap into some varicose telekinetic vein in your forehead to crush the wall into a lump of bricks and mortar. But no such event occurs. However, you do feel a slight tingle from all of it.

Sophie: "Hmph. How about this?"

Next you try punching the wall by giving it a firm sideways wallop with your forearm. This leads to moderate success: your entire house flies off and disappears to the sky within seconds.

Sophie: "Oh."

Now you find yourself on your front yard, facing the tree which was not there before. You decide to continue this senseless destruction by fucking it to submission. Yes, that's right, the tree.

Sophie: "I don't really want to be doing this but I better anyways."

Just then, Supergirl swoops down from the sky and lands next to you. She greets you, surely, though you don't hear it.

Supergirl: "Yo yo! What's my fam's up to, you're not about to fuck any trees, are you?"

Sophie: "What, me? No! There are no trees on my yard, as you can see."

God, you are so gay for Supergirl. Those steely abs of hers - you want to eat off of them and make your taxes on them! You lift up your car and scrunch it up into a scrapsteel boquet to present for her.

Supergirl: "For me?"

You smile lovingly, and Supergirl's demeanor turns saccharine... and sultry. She rips off her top, letting her boyant torpedo tits cast shadows on the deep valleys of her abs. Those are the sexiest shadows that you've ever seen.

Supergirl grabs your arms and pins you on the bed as she starts to voraciously lick your boobs.

Her squeaky, orgasmic voice still echoes through your head as you wake up. The blanket is wrapped around you in all sorts of weird ways, including between your sopping wet legs. There isn't a single penis on your body, and Supergirl shines in her absence. You check the watch.

Sophie: "Ugh... 5:41... What a great time to have a wet dream, brain. *yawn*... now I can't get a decent shuteye without rubbing it out once or twice.

As you thoughtfully and thoroughly twiddle your clit, you fantasize about Supergirl doing it for you while whispering to you how much she wants to make taxes and gay babies with you.

ENDING 30 -Supergirl Is Dreamy-