"You nasty skank! Those can't be real!" sneered a pissed-off, drunk Melanie who had just been one round away from a sweet $500.00 prize. "At least mine are REAL, you fucking slut!"
She ran over to fight the blonde in the way most drunk sorority girls might - hair pulling and scratching with her nails - but also clawing at Kara's boobs in a vain attempt to squeeze them painfully and feel the implants under the skin. Naturally, her hair pulling couldn't so much as turn Kara's head but Tits (as she now thought of herself) saw a means for an opportunity when the men around started hooting and hollering at the catfight.
"Ow! You fucking bitch!" Kara mewled in her most convincing imitation of pain. "Get off me, you flat-chested twat!"
Since Kara could see the world in superspeed, it wasn't hard to direct the whole fight to go just the way she wanted it to. She faked a stumble to make her perky E-cups jiggle, swaying with Melanie's momentum while easily tearing the girl's hand out of her hair and slightly fracturing her wrist to teach the bitch a lesson.
With a careful grasp of the girl's other wrist, the other hand that was going to try to claw Kara's face went down to her soaked t-shirt instead, tearing it off completely, letting her glorious boobs be completely uncovered. A quick "accidental" placement of her leg then tripped the girl and made her go flying off the stage into a bunch of drunk, cheering frat boys . . . leaving Tits all alone on the stage with her magnificent rack uncovered. She pretended not to notice what "Melanie" had "accidentally" done to her top for a few seconds, disguising her panting as exertion from the fight rather than the intense arousal it really was. One or two guys tried to help the brunette up but almost everyone was staring at Kara's uncovered, glorious soaking wet rack.
A drunken cheer roared from the crowed, followed by chant of her name - her new name - at her apparent victory in the catfight.
"TITS! TITS! TITS!"
Kara shuddered in delight before feigning a look of surprise down at herself. The look was obviously fake but almost everyone was too drunk to care. Kara shrugged to get them to jiggle a bit more and then covered just her nipples with two fingers, a look of mock-horror on her face. The announcer grabbed her right hand and lifted it up into the air in victory, making Kara "forget" to cover her right boob as he cheered into the microphone.
"The winner and champion - TITS!"
Kara's blue eyes strayed to see Mr. Baxter smiling and clapping at the edge of the crowd. Underneath her thunderous arousal, she felt a wave of love suffuse her. How lucky was she to meet a man who wanted nothing more than to help her make her dreams come true?
Billy grinned, applauding his girl's victory. Could this day get any better?
***
"Remind me again why on Earth we're all stuck in this horrifying sea of college-age imbeciles demonstrating an excess of hormones and inebriation?" Caitlin Fairchild sighed, while rubbing the bridge of her nose and fruitlessly trying to pull up the scoop-necked top of the thonged white one-piece swimsuit Rainmaker had convinced her to wear on the basis that it looked almost like her regular costume. The big floppy hat and sunglasses she also wore did little to distract from her stunning body.
"It's called, fun, Kat!" Roxy said with a snort, trying to suppress her jealousy of her sister's ridiculous curves. She was rocking a pink string bikini that made the most of her perky curves. "Not that you'd know fun if it bit on the oversized butt. Plus, it's like Grunge said - I/O won't find us in a place like this. There's just too many people our age!"
"Yes," Caitlin sighed as she watched Grunge shamelessly leer at a nearby group of co-eds while Bobby and Rainmaker did so as well, albeit on a far subtler level, "I'm sure that's exactly why Grunge wanted us here in Florida for Spring Break. Security. Why I let us take a vote is beyond me."
Truthfully, the statuesque redhead would rather be back in the hotel room curled up with the newest book by Brian Greene or Micho Kaku but every one of her teammates had dragged her outside into the Florida sunshine - and in a bikini no less! If she heard one more drunk jock comment on her impressive anatomy, she was going to-
"TITS! TITS! TITS!" she heard an entire crowd start chanting in the distance.
Good Lord, were they mobbing her now? Looking down at her enormous rack to make sure she wasn't flashing anyone by accident, she then looked up and folded her arms over her chest defensively. What the hell was going on? She squinted her green eyes to make out what was happening in the distance. Her three friends who had walked farther ahead had all stopped suddenly.
"Whoa." Grunge said in a reverential tone. "Dude! Check out that blonde!"
"Grunge, you ARE aware that your supposed girlfriend Roxanne is literally standing five feet away- oh. My. God." Rainmaker said in an equally stunned, throaty purr.
"Uh, Caitlin, I didn't know you had an older sister!" Bobby said, blushing slightly.
"What are you guys- Jesus! Ew! Skank alert!" snorted Roxy as she grew closer to the wet t-shirt contest and saw the blonde only half-wearing a hand bra as some guy with a microphone handed her a wet mass of money.
Caitlin's eyes widened but not for the reasons the others had done so.
"Er, guys, I know this sounds crazy but I think that might be Power Girl!"
They all turned from staring at the blonde to look back at Caitlin incredulously.
"She's sure got the rack!" Grunge said thoughtfully, which earned him a swat on the shoulder from Roxy. "Ow!"
"That's ridiculous, Caitlin." Rainmaker said. "There's no way in hell she'd compete in some sleazy wet t-shirt contest!"
Caitlin scowled.
"I'd know her face anywhere. I've read all of her interviews and seen all of her news reports since my, well, transformation hoping to find out how she copes. She's a personal hero of mine and I'm sure that's her face!"
"People actually look at her face? OW!" Grunge asked, getting another swat from Roxy.
Taking off her hat and glasses and handing them to Rainmaker, Caitlin scowled and began to move towards the tent full of cheering frat boys.
"I'll just get a closer look. I mean, obviously, this is incredibly unlikely but I have to make sure for myself first."
"We'll come with you Caitlin! To, ah, ensure that poor, poor woman is okay." Sarah purred, practically licking her lips. "She does look a bit like Power Girl. I've, ah, done research on her myself."
"I just bet you have." Bobby muttered under his breath with a roll of his eyes.
"Yeah, what Sarah said!" Grunge added as Roxy scowled at him.
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