A lot of different ideas popped into Billy's head, and all of them sounded rife with promise, as well as risk that the exact wrong wording could lead to disaster. So much of it was at the mercy of how the woman thought, how Billy himself thought, and while he had a lot of experience coming up with the right patterns, he always worried he might get it wrong one of these times.
He considered a few options. Make her hate wearing clothes? Chastity? Being strong and independent? All sounded very tempting, and he almost jumped at that first one, but inspiration can be a tricky thing. As luck would have it, Power Girl gave him a little piece of that at the most opportune time.
"Wait a second, are you..." Power Girl sneered and held the skateboarder closer to her face. "Were you staring at my breasts?! I'm not in the mood to be playful about it."
"N-no ma'am! I swear, I wasn't!" the skateboarder stammered.
Ping! Billy concentrated on Power Girl, and waited. It took a couple seconds, but once it finally sank in, he grinned ear to ear.
"How dare you! After rescuing you from getting run down by a car, the least you could do is look at them and tell me how big they are. I swear, what kind of a teenage boy are you?"
"Hey, nice tits!" Billy shouted from the sidewalk. To his delight, his plan seemed to be working beautifully. Power Girl, one of the most scandalously dressed superheroines, now absolutely hated it when people didn't view her tits in higher esteem than everything else about her.
Power Girl relaxed her grip on the skateboarder and looked over at Billy. "At least someone appreciates all the work I put into showing off these puppies."
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