*CRASH*
In through the ceiling, came crashing a beautiful woman ,with lighter skin. She had dark brown hair, with a gray bodysuit on, complete with a dark green T on her chest. He had landed in a customary superhero fashion, but the darkness of her costume insisted that she was not in the plight of good.
Tom’s entire class begun to murmur, while he sat there completely awestruck that he had willed this to happen.
Just as he was about to say it, one of his classmates from the back yelled out, “It’s Traitonica!”, which made Tom remain silent, still in complete shock.
Traitonica was a supervillain who’s powers stole the traits of those she touched, incorporating their likeness into hers. Little was known about her power initially but a few crimes here and there made her noteworthy. She’s even been reported as to swap traits between other people, when making contact with both individuals. Plenty of reports online confirmed this to be true, as well as eyewitness testimonies in the news. Her infamy rose to its max when she had defeated some superheroine and stole her base powers, granting her the abilities of a superhuman. With those skills, and her natural power of trait theft, she was truly a worthy adversary.
She had landed about 10 feet from Mrs. Larson, who covered her face a bit to protect it from whatever debris may be still flying around from her entry.
Traitonica certainly looked good in her outfit, as she had quite the curvaceous figure, probably robbing other women of some of their curves throughout the years. The T on her chest stretched nicely across her chest, while her butt poked nicely out the back of her suit. She had a young looking face, which made many ponder as to if it was her own originally.
Traitonica looked up and smiled quite sinisterly at the student who had called out her name, but her attention was then focused in on Mrs. Larson, who had thrown her clipboard at her.
“Get out of here, you evil bitch! The heroes should be hearing our distress, and be arriving any minute!” Mrs. Larson said, trying to sound threatening.
Traitonica stood up straight, smiled, and begun to walk toward Mrs. Larson. “Oh love, a minute is all I need with you all” she said, followed by an evil laugh. She lunged toward Mrs. Larson, who was no match for her speed, and placed her hand on her. “I’m digging this hair blondie, kind of I take it for a spin?” Traitonica said with an evil smile.
As Traitonica said that, Tom could see that blonde strands of hair quickly began to form in Traitonica’s locks, as Mrs. Larson’s hair started to turn brown, which was formerly Traitonica’s haircolor.
Mrs. Larson spoke in protest, “Get your hand off of me! What are y-, why is -, Oh my god”. She could see in the reflection of her computer screen that she had gone from platinum blonde to a dark brunette in a matter of seconds.
“They say that blondes have more fun, so I’ll see about that” Traitonica snickered, causing Mrs. Larson to gasp. “You fiend! All you do is take, take, take! You’re a lowlife!” Mrs. Larson snapped.
With her hand still on Mrs. Larson, Traitonica spoke again, “You got quite the mouth on you” she said as she moved her had from Mrs. Larson’s shoulder to her chin, “You think all I do is take? Well how about this missy? I love these titties of mine, but you’ve got me feeling generous now. You can take this load off my shoulders, they slow me down anyways”, Traitonica said mischievously.
After she said that, the T on Traitonica’s chest begun to deflate, but Mrs. Larson’s did not have the same luck. Her button up shirt stood no chance, as her B-Cup chest was replaced by Traitonica’s DD’s that she had probably robbed from another woman at sometime. The chest of the shirt erupted, as her buttons practically exploded off her chest, revealing her new ample bosom as her nee cups overfilled her poor B-Cup bra. Mrs. Larson quickly tried to cover up her chest with her arms, and while doing so, let out a small shriek.
This shriek caused the students to shriek, and panic soon ensued in the classroom. The disaster that she had caused had made Traitonica laugh loudly.
Amidst pandemonium, Traitonica projected her voice so that the class could hear her while scurrying, “There is one among you, that is a superbeing like me! My alliance has detected their presence, and we plan on using their power for world domination! If you have such abilities, step forth, or your classmates will know my wrath!”
Tom was still seated while all this was happening, still in shocked that he’d been the causation of all of this. A few minutes ago, this all seemed like a matter of coincidences, but now two things were for certain. Tom had superpowers, and this lady wanted to take him to her lair.
He felt like he was watching in slow motion, while all this chaos was breaking out around him. He seen Mrs. Larson crying while trying to conceal her chest, Traitonica swap the heights of two of his unfortunate classmates. The more he watched, he noticed, the closer she got. He was slowly running out of options, as the exits were soon to be overrun by his classmates, Traitonica had been switching multiple things between those around him, and as Mrs. Larson managed to hit the red button under her desk, as she learned to walk with her newest additions. A decision needed to be made, but what does Tom
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