6 comments/ 9889 views/ 19 favorites Birth of the Improbable Man By: PhiloHunter Begin recording First off, I'd like to congratulate you for finding this recording that I've hidden deep within the data banks of The Academy's high tech library. To locate and play this recording you not only had to have in person access the accursed "superhero university", you also had to be smarter than the idiots that call themselves teachers here. I'm leaving this behind so future students who are as driven, smart, and as misused as I can find this and save themselves some time. The Academy is a waste of your time, and so is being a hero. The Academy is a place where those of worth, like you and me, will be mocked and marginalized. Recording this message is my last act before I leave The Academy to start life as a "supervillain". I have no doubt that when I reveal my identify you will have heard of my: I am The Improbable Man and this is my origin story. This is how the so called heroes and heroines of tomorrow created their greatest foe! *** Like most superpowered individuals my Power-Gene activated around my eighteenth birthday. I was a different person then, excited at the prospect of becoming a superhero. Looking back I think I was just excited to finally fit in somewhere. I had always been awkward, scrawny, and pimply. All of that changed during the weeks before my powers activated. My acne started to clear up. I started to bulk up, growing muscles almost overnight without doing an exercise. But even after all of those physical changes I was still painfully awkward when it came to social interactions. As my powers beg to activate my awkwardness only increased. They were confusing and frightening at first. The world would seem to stop or become blurry or I would feel ten minutes had jumped by when it had only been a fraction of a second. Regardless of how my moment of disorientation felt the results were always the same: something nearby would improbably change to favor me. I would suddenly be in the front of a long line. My wallet would suddenly be full of cash when I opened it. Women would trip, falling onto me breast first. At first I seemed to have little control over what happened or even WHEN it happened. But as the days turned to weeks and the weeks turned into months I started to be able to control it. I could "activate" it when I wanted, even control to a certain extent what changed in my favor. But there seemed to be unseen rules to what kinds of things I could change. That was another reason I had been excited to go to The Academy. They were going to teach me how to control my powers better! Of course, that was just one more thing I was wrong about. They understood less about my powers than I did and from day one they weren't interested in helping me blossom, they were only interested in tearing me down. Professor Carr was one of the many teachers at The Academy that had no powers of his own yet felt qualified to tell all of us how to conduct ourselves. The first class I attended at the school was one of his. "Super Human Biology, Responsibilities, and Real World Philosophy" was a class that all students, no matter their age or experience before entering The Academy, had to take. Every day we had to sit there and listen to Carr moralize about being something he wasn't and never could be. "Look around you," he had said that first day. "This room is packed full, something I can grantee won't be the case during your final year of classes. More than half the students surrounding you will not make it to graduation. Some will drop out, some will be kicked out. "Right now the class is about evenly male and female. But the majority of men sitting in this room will NOT make it to graduation. In fact we'll be lucky if more than one or two of you graduate to become superheroes. Does anyone know why so few males graduate from The Academy?" This was all news to me. It hadn't even occurred to me till that moment that women far outnumbered men when it came to fighting crime. I looked around to see if anyone else knew the answer. A few seats behind me sat a tall, beautiful girl with long blond hair and her hand raised into the air. I'd seen her before, everyone had. She was fucking hard to miss, especially if you were a man and had blood flowing through your various body parts. Not only was she gorgeous but she had a fucking killer rack, even by superheroine standards. Word was she had been almost as well endowed before her powers kicked in. "Because boys with active P-Genes have less self control than girls do. Most can't control their sexual urges once their powers activate." She said the whole thing with a tone that said she thought she was better than everyone else for knowing this factoid. "Boys just make worse superheroes, that's why so many end up villains!" I'd heard she was as much a bitch as she was hot and I could tell every bad thing I had heard about her was true as soon as she spoke. She was just like those fucking mean ass cheerleaders back home, but with superpowers. Hell, she even started WEARING a mock cheerleader outfit as her superhero costume not long after that first day! She won over Professor Carr immediately. "Very good! Most people coming into their first class aren't as knowledgeable as you. I can already tell you're going to have a bright future ahead of you. What is your name, young lady?" Young lady? She wasn't a lady! Ladies don't chew gum in class like a cow chewing the cud. They don't refer to those around them as girls and boys when they are all clearly Men and Women. And even if she was JUST eighteen (the youngest you can be to gain entry into the Academy) Professor Carr couldn't have been more than fifteen years older than most of us! It wasn't the blond chick that answered Carr's question, by the way. A short woman with black hair and a heavy southern accent answered for her. "She's already picked up her superhero name! She's American Dream." American Dream sat up even straighter, glowing with pride at this comment. She was the first so far out of our entire class to earn a name. At the time I didn't even know how you went about earning one, I just knew it was a big deal to have one. Once you had that name your old one stopped matter, you BECOME that superhero. There are no secret identities in our day and age. Car congratulated American Dream then asked what her power set was. She seemed to have the normal set of brawny powers: super strength, flight, superhuman toughness that made it so she could ignore most small arms fire. It was a common power set, but a reliable one. Professor Carr then went around the room after that making the rest of us introduce ourselves and explain our powers. The southern chick that seemed to be American Dream's best friend had sonic screams. There was a speedster, a girl that could change size, a teleporter, and of course plenty of brutes with various levels of super strength and physical durability. Most of them already seemed to have a clear understanding of their powers. Compared to mine they all seemed so simple and clear cut... When it was my turn I stuttered and stumbled through my explanation. I don't remember exactly what I said, but I know I talked about changing probabilities in my favor. It seemed to stretch on forever, I wasn't making myself understood and the class was beginning to snicker at me. "Aw, come on Professor Carr," American Dream said in a loud voice, interrupting me. All heads in the room turned to her. She was already the center of fucking attention and eager to steal the spotlight from everyone else. "I think this spaz has bored us all long enough. He keeps yammering about 'probability', well I think it's improbable that any of us, like, give a damn! Let's just call him 'The Improbable Man' and move on." The room erupted into laughter at my expense. My face was burning red. I slid down into my seat and tried to disappear. Carr let the class laugh for a minute then called for silence. He tried to give me a sympathetic look, but I had seen that bastard laughing with the rest of them! "You know, I think you've just earned your name, Improbable Man." And just like that I had my superhero name. I stewed about it for days. Every time someone called me that I wanted to shout at them, maybe even hit them. I got my name from a fucking joke some bossy, fat-titted know-it-all made! Later on I realized this was actually how almost EVERYONE at The Academy got their superhero name. Of course, even after I realized this, I still held a grudge against American Dream. She was ALWAYS a bitch to anyone that she viewed as not as cool or powerful or pretty as her, which just about covered everyone in the school. *** The rest of my classes felt almost as useless as that first one. We went over the history of super powered individuals, learning how the first supers appeared during World War II. In other classes we started to learn basic combat skills, and in others learned about the kinds of supervillains and criminal organizations that were currently active around the United States. It was all part of a machine that was trying to form us into little fucking cogs that could fit into the roster of whatever super team we tried to join after we graduated. None of what I learned those first few months really spoke to me. Even the classes that revolved around using our powers didn't do much for me. I didn't yet understand how my powers worked, and neither did my teachers. As I grew more and more frustrated with my course work I started conducting my own studies. I was still socially awkward, so I rarely spent my free time socializing with the other students. Instead I spent my free time in the high tech library, looking through their records of past students trying to find one that had powers like me. I found a few with the ability to alter probability, but the way their powers worked didn't seem anything like mine. So I began to practice my powers in my free time. I started to spend almost every free moment using them, trying to understand them and control them better. I had my breakthrough moment towards the end of the first semester. I had been alone in my dorm room, throwing darts at a dartboard. I wasn't just trying to make the dart hit the center target, I was trying to understand the odd, inconsistent feeling of haze that fell over me before I changed things. Like I said earlier, sometimes this haze would manifest as the world coming to a halting stop for a moment, things becoming blurry, even feeling a long stretch of time had passes when really it had been a few seconds or even one brief moment. And then it happened, my breakthrough. I was concentrating on the haze and it just... cleared. I looked around and realized the dart was frozen in the air before me. Everything was still... the air felt... strange. I peeked out of my dorm room and saw people walking up and down the halls, but frozen in place. I had been wrong about my power all along! I discovered that I wasn't altering the probability of things, I was actually stopping time and changing things around me. Suddenly all the arbitrary, unseen rules of what I could effect and when made sense. I walked back into my room and grabbed the dart out of the air then placed it in the center of the target. Then I just... let go. And just like that time started again! I kept practicing my powers, and started to get a hang of stopping time. The problem was the world was a strange place when time was stopped. It was as if my mind had a hard time understanding and processing things. But the more I tried to stay aware of my surroundings when time was stopped the more used to it I got. Before long I started to feel used to the way things felt when time was frozen, I even started to enjoy the silent stillness of everything. I was finally getting a grasp of my powers, and it had nothing to do with the worthless teachers at The Academy. I decided right away to keep my REAL power a secret, and keep up the pretense that I was simply altering probability. I kept practicing in my free time. And now that I could STOP time I had a lot more of it. I started simple, just doing things in my room. Then I became more adventurous, wandering through the halls of the dorms, slightly changing things around me. I found I could "teleport" by moving locations while time was frozen. I could go wherever I wanted whenever I wanted. By this time I was finding out what they had told us in class was true: as your powers grew in strength so did your sexual cravings. I was finding that I was not only constantly horny and easily aroused, but that the urge to give my body what it wanted was harder to ignore as well. Having American Dream bouncing around the school with her perfectly sculpted breasts causing erections left and right in all the male students was just one more reason I hated that bitch. She wore a costume with a super low cut top and short skirt that flashed panties with the slightest breeze. And the bitch made sure to she spent a lot of time dropping pens and bending over, flashing said panties left and right, then pointing out and mocking male students that got erections from the sight. In a lot of ways it felt like high school, like we were all going through a second puberty. Luckily I was now able to stop time and go back to my dorm room to rub a quick one out if I needed it. I didn't like to do that if I could though. Getting off cleared my mind, but left me slow in body and wit. But from what we learned in class it seemed the women had it worse: if they got off too hard or too often it could drain their powers! It wasn't long before I started to grow dissatisfied with stopping time and heading back to my room to jerk off. I started to fantasize about what I might be able to get away with while time was stopped. And the more I thought about it the harder it was not to try and use my powers to gratify my ever growing sexual urges. The night I REALLY learned the full extent of my powers it was late. Probably around eleven p.m. on a weeknight. Most students were already in their dorm rooms, either finishing up their homework or getting ready for bed. I was horny, hard, and tired of jerking to porn. I decided if I stopped time and went from room to room on the woman's floor I could find someone that was naked and worth jerking too. Sure they wouldn't be moving, but they would be real and in front of me. I told myself I would just look, but deep down I knew eventually I would be tempted to do more than just look. Who would ever know? Anyone with two eyes had noticed that pretty much every woman with an active P-Gene is gorgeous. And there is a reason the saying "She's stacked like a superheroine" is so common. Not sure why, but something about having an active P-Gene makes most women's breasts get larger. Almost every door I opened contained a beautiful, powerful young woman. But I wasn't just looking for a hot chick, I was looking for one that was naked or at least topless. What I ended up finding was even better than I had hoped for... The girl was lying on her bed, the sheets thrown off her. The dark haired beauty was totally naked except for a lacy black choker around her neck. She was on her bed, with her legs spread wide open and her long, dark hair flowing out beside her head. One of her hands was massaging one of her large, firm breasts. Her other hand was busy working a vibrator in and out of her pussy. Or at least that's what she would have been doing if time hadn't been frozen. Her head was turned to the side, directed at the door to her dorm room. It was as if she was frozen in time, just waiting for my arrival. Her eyes were partially closed, a dreamy look of sated pleasure on her face. Her mouth was open, obviously frozen mid moan. I was so distracted by her hot body and frozen pose that I hadn't even taken the time to notice who she was. But thinking about sound coming out of that pretty little mouth of hers made me recognize her: it was Southern Bell. I've mentioned her before, but she hadn't gotten her superhero name yet. She was the chick with the thick southern accent that had announced American Dream's name that first day of class. She was American Dreams biggest support and inseparable best friend. I realized I had been hoping I would find American Dream, but I knew right away I'd settle for her best friend. Beside, Southern Bell was practically putting on a show for me. I pulled up the lone chair in the room, sat down, and pulled my dick out. I started to stroke myself to the sight before me. My eyes flowed over the curves of her soft yet well muscled young body. She had great breasts and a delicious looking little pussy covered by a small tuft of dark hair. But as good as the rest of her body was my eyes kept coming back to her mouth. Her lips were thin and wide, her mouth small. And that lacy black choker around her slender neck made her mouth even prettier. On top of how sexy her mouth was, there was the fact that her mouth was the source of her powers. In class her sonic screams had been shaping up to have the largest raw potential for power of anyone's powers in our year. I'd seen her scream blow apart an old tank! The idea of using something so powerful to pleasure myself... well it just made the fantasy of fucking her mouth that much more intense. I became fixated on her open mouth, especially the way it was just the right size for my cock to fit inside. I barely noticed what I was doing. I got up to my feet, still stroking my cock, and moved closer to her bed. The whole time I was imagining how good my dick would feel in her mouth. Then my dick was IN her mouth and I was slowly moving my hips back and forth, sliding myself in and out of her face. It was a strange feeling. It felt good, but I was aware that her saliva was lubricating my cock as I slid in and out of her mouth, which I realized was odd being that time was stopped. It was as if the parts of her that were touching me weren't frozen in time. I closed my eyes and moaned, enjoying the feel. I started fantasizing about how good it would feel to stand there beside her bed and feel her sucking me off. I closed my eyes and thought about it so hard that I swore it felt like it had become reality. Then I heard a slurping sound and my eyes shot open. Time was no longer stopped. I knew that right away, the air looks different when time is frozen. I looked down. Southern Bell was laying there before me, playing with her tits and using her vibrator to work her pussy while sucking me off. She had her eyes closed and was moaning like a cat in heat. The sight and sound of her sucking me off was too much. I blew my load in her mouth almost immediately. As soon as my cum hit her tongue her eyes shot open. She looked up at me, my cock still in her mouth, and I could tell she was about to scream. I jumped back and froze time just as she was closing her eyes and opening her mouth to let out a sonic blast that would surely send me flying through the wall behind me. I stood there, breathing heavily. I felt behind me for the chair then collapsed into it. What the hell was I going to do? I had taken things too far and let time unfreeze. And she had seen me! Even if I just went back to my room she would remember me. She'd be sure to tell someone, and before long someone at The Academy would figure out what had happened, how my powers REALLY worked. I sat there for a while, just catching my breath and trying to get my mind working at full speed. Cumming made me slow witted... but thankfully I had all the time in the world to recover. As I sat there, staring at the naked Southern Bell, one thing kept coming up in my mind. Why had she started sucking my cock when time unfroze? She had acted just the way I imagined her acting once time unfroze. It wasn't until she had the shock of the taste of my cum in her mouth that she seemed to even be aware of what was happening. Birth of the Improbable Man I had a crazy thought. I had been thinking about what I wanted her to do and then she had done it. What if I could manipulate and even control the minds of others while time was frozen? I had to test it... I got real close to Southern Bell's face and thought really hard about her calming down. I tried, as clearly as possible, to picture her closing her mouth, sitting up on her bed and thanking me for joining her then politely asking me to leave so she could finish up alone. I ran through the thought a couple of more times, doing my best to "direct" the thought at her. I even thought I felt our minds connect for a moment... Then I stood up near where I had been standing when I froze time. I took a deep breath and let time unfreeze. I more than half expected to feel her sonic scream hit my chest before the sound of her scream hit my ears. But instead of screaming Southern Bell closed her mouth, pulled her vibrator out of her wet cunt, and calmly sat up. She gave me a kind smile. "Aw, schucks Improbable Man, thanks for joining me. But na'w that you are finished I think I'd like to finish myself alone. Think you could be kind enough to see yourself out?" I got to my feet and started to head for the door. I was amazed it had worked. I didn't want to say or do anything that would make her realize what had happened. Right before I opened her door I remembered my limp dick was hanging out of my pants. I stopped to put it away and zip my pants up then left her room. As I came out of her room and closed the door behind me I was greeted by a handful of female students in the hall looking at me in stunned silence. I was aware that my face was flush and my brow was sweaty. It probably seemed pretty apparent what I had been doing in Southern Bell's room. I ignored the women and returned to my room, my mind filled with all the possibilities that were now open to me. By the next afternoon it was all over the school that the awkward loser The Improbable Man had hooked up with Southern Bell. We had a couple of classes together. I caught her eye at one point and gave her a guilty look. She returned it with a blush and embarrassed smile. I realized she must remember what happened, but it must have been confusing. The human mind is an amazing thing, and memory even more incredible. The mind tends to fill in the blanks left by memory, creating memories if need be to have things make sense. Sure she didn't actually remember how I got in her room, but I'm sure her mind created some kind of false memory to make sense of what happened. She made it clear she thought what happened that night was just a onetime mistake cause she was horny. That happened a lot. You put this many hot, young men and women together in close proximity while they are going through strong sexual awakenings and there are a lot of one night stands. A lot of sex happens at The Academy, and the teachers seem to do their best to ignore it all. I mean, we're not kids, most of the students are in their early 20's by the time they start classes. So to Southern Bell and the world at large what happened that night wasn't surprising at all. But to me? It changed my whole world. I had discovered the true extent of my powers. And what's more, I realized after that night that the more control I got over my powers the less control I had over my libido. And with my powers I would be able to indulge those sexual urges however I wanted and whenever I wanted. *** Even though it had only been one night, I thought banging one of the most popular girls in school would help my reputation. Every day that past I seemed to like my classmates less and less, but I still craved their approval. But fucking Southern Bell only seemed to make everyone like me less. I wasn't clued in to exactly why everyone was now giving me dirty looks till about a week later. I got a note saying I was requested in Professor Carr's office for a disciplinary meeting. "What the fuck is this all about?" I mumbled to myself. I wasn't doing anything at the time, so I headed right to his office. He was sitting there, waiting for me, with this deadly serious look on his face. As soon as I sat down he started in. "I've called you in here today because a very serious accusation has been made. Someone has suggested that you used your powers to influence a fellow student, forcing her to engage in sexual activities with you." My jaw dropped. Did he know? Did someone figure out how my powers really worked? How in the hell would someone have even figured out how my powers really worked? No... no, no one could know. Which meant this accusation was total bullshit, and knowing that pissed me right the fuck off. "What?" I snarled. "Who the fuck suggested that bullshit? What is this even about?" Carr gave me a stern look. "Please, monitor your volume and tone. And an accusation like this, the accused doesn't get to know who made it." "Well that is bullshit!" I spit out. "It was Southern Bell, wasn't it? That's what this is all about. She shacks up with me cause she's horny and then decides I wasn't good enough for her. Now it's not HER fault but MINE?" Carr took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. "Please, don't speak of your fellow students like that. Not long from now you might end up on the same super team as them, and you need to be able to work well with everyone you're at school with. If you continue to talk this was you'll find yourself in even more trouble than you already are." "What?! Are you saying I'm ALREADY in trouble, before you even hear my side of the story?" His expression softened and he leaned in a little, trying to give me a sympathetic look that only made me more angry. "Well, what is your side of the story?" he asked. I noticed he didn't deny that I was already in trouble, so I immediately got more defensive. "Well, since it doesn't seem to matter I don't see the point in telling you my side." He started to say something, but I kind of boiled over in rage at how I was being treated. "See, she came on to ME, but then as soon as we were done fucking she started acting like she regretted the whole thing! Like I hadn't done a good enough job, and she was afraid if people found out about us she would get kicked out of her cool little click!" I kept going on like that. None of it was true, but in the moment it was like I believed it all of it. I felt such righteous anger in the moment that I KNEW my defense had to be true. Professor Carr sat and listened to me rant. I went on for some time, I don't even remember half the shit I said, and I'm sure a lot of it was self contradictory. Once I ran out of steam he took a deep breath. "Well, it seems pretty clear to me what actually happened." I don't know what I expected at that moment, I guess I was afraid he had somehow figured out the truth, but what he DID say totally caught me off guard. "I've seen this before. You don't yet have full control of your powers, and you used them on that young woman accidental. Subconsciously you saw a woman you wanted and used your powers to ensure she slept with you. Then, as soon as you had what you wanted you turned them off and she realized it wasn't what SHE wanted." I sat there in stunned silence, which apparently he took for me realizing he was right. He wasn't, of course, but it worked out. "Look, you did something wrong, but you didn't mean to, not consciously. You have to be punished, but it won't be as severe as it normally would be for something this serious. You'll be on secret probation for the time being. Everything will be fine, and there will be no actual academic conditions attached to this probation. But, and I can't stress this enough, if another incident like this happens you will be expelled immediately. And on top of that there may be legal repercussions beyond your expulsion from this school if you should once again be found using your powers for sexual gratification." I was pretty pissed when I left his office, but I knew things could have been much worse. I'd have to be a lot more careful, make sure no one saw me when I was using my powers to get off. Or do a lot more mental programming to make the chick think she wanted it, even after it was over. Mostly I was pissed that Southern Bell had taken the whole thing to the teachers, she was obviously trying to get me kicked out of the school. As I opened the door from Carr's office I saw American Dream leaning against a nearby wall as if she was waiting for someone. She had one leg up against the wall and was lazily chewing bubble gum, occasionally blowing pink bubbles. I was in a shit mood, and she was almost the last person I wanted to see. As soon as the door closed behind me she spoke up. "What's wrong, Improbable Man? Find yourself in trouble? Maybe find out you fucked up and now you're under some kind of super secret probation? That's a shame, you creepy little fuck." Once again my jaw dropped. "You! It was YOU that came up with this bullshit story and reported me to Carr, not Southern Bell!" She got up from the wall and marched right towards me. I have to admit, it was intimidating. She was a lot taller than me and even though she didn't really look it I knew she was WAY stronger than me. I'd seen her lift a fucking fire engine in class once and throw it across a god damned football field. As she came at me she lifted her hand and poked me painfully in the chest with a single outstretched finger. "Damn right! I don't like you, never have. You're creepy, you're lame, and you're not hero material. I'm going to make sure you don't graduate and become a superhero, I don't want a greasy little fuck like you besmirching my chosen career. I know damn well you didn't use your powers to get in Bell's pants. You're not that smart, and she's just dumb enough to jump the bones of the first things she sees with a hard prick when she's horny. But I can't have people like you fucking up the reputations of the people I choose to surround myself with!" I just turn my back and walked away from her. My face was so red with anger I was afraid what I would do something terrible if I didn't get away from her. There were so many things running through my mind, but I didn't want to risk it, not right in front of Carr's office. But I swore I'd have my revenge... *** I stewed all night. I thought of a million humiliating, degrading things to do to American Dream to get back at her. But I knew I had to be careful, I wasn't yet willing to accept I was the villain I am today, and at the end of that night I felt pretty guilty about most of the things I thought about doing to her.. The next day I showed up to Carr's class super early. I sat in the very back of the room so that I would be as far away from American Dream and Southern Bell as possible. I intentionally didn't look up from my books as I heard them come in. Class started, Carr started droning on about ethics and other bullshit I was started to realize I didn't care about. I tried so hard to ignore American Dream, but I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was turned around in her seat and staring at me. I gave into the temptation and looked at her. We made eye contact then she stuck her tongue out at me and blew a raspberry. Such childish bullshit! My face burned red... I was so mad. I felt my powers twitching on and off. Time kept coming to stuttering little stops. I wanted to stop time and... and... I didn't know, do SOMETHING to her! A few minutes later Carr called on American Dream to answer a question. She got to her feet and started to give her answer. She was the only damn asshole in the class that did that, the rest of us just staying sitting down when we answered questions. I stared daggers into her back. I tried to keep myself from freezing time by concentrating on some small detail. I settled on her outfit. She had started wearing this slutty little cheerleader's outfit as a costume. It had a short skirt that showed off her legs and a low cut tube top that showed off her big tits. I realized I had gotten a boner thinking about her breasts. Being aroused and so angry, I guess I just lost control. I froze time. I practically ripped my clothes off, then marched across the room towards her. I grabbed that bitch by her shoulders, spun her around, and forced her down onto her knees. It was weird... it was like she was a poseable doll while time was frozen. Once I had her down on her knees before me I grabbed her shirt and pulled it down, revealing her tits. They were fucking perfect! Huge in size, perfectly round and firm. If I hadn't learned that the breasts of women with an active P-Gene were almost all unnaturally firm even into their owners later years I would have sworn they were fake. Her tits were almost to perfect to be allowed to exist. They were certainly indecently arousing, and they needed a cock between them. I spit on her chest then slammed my cock down into the moisture. I grabbed her tits, and god damn were they firm, then wrapped them around my cock and started fucking her tits. I pounded her meat mountains hard and fast until I blew my load all over her. Once I got off I felt my anger and drive just melt away. I made fucking sure I kept time frozen, but I allowed myself to relax. I needed to clean the cum off her chest then put her back the way she was before I froze time. I looked around and saw Southern Bell was sitting nearby. She had a black scarf on, wrapped tightly around that slender neck of hers. I pulled it off her and used it to clean American Dream's tits off. After that I wrapped it back around her neck, chuckling as I wondered what she would think when she noticed the cummy mess now hidden in her scarf. I started repositioning American Dream, getting her back in the same standing position she had been in when I froze time. All that was left was to pull her top up. Then I thought, "Hell, what if I DON'T!" To the rest of the room it would look just like her top fell down, and with as low cut as her tube top was it wasn't like it was all that impossible. I went back to my seat, got dressed and sat down. Then I unfroze time. There was a few moments of shocked silence as American Dream kept on talking, answering Carr's question, while the entire class stared at her exposed breasts. Then Carr cleared his throat and informed her that her top had fallen down. The class erupted into laughter. She spun around, looking angrily at everyone as she pulled her top up. She looked like she was going to explode in anger and embarrassment. Then she took a deep breath and I saw her face relax, and just like that she was calm. "Okay everyone, she said with a girlish laugh, "I guess that treat was on me. I think I'll have to get a different top..." "And that, class, is how you act like a hero!" Carr said, then led the class in applauding the stupid bitch! I sat in the back of the class stewing in anger once again. She had turned my revenge into another feather in her fucking cap. And Carr had helped her! I needed to do more, do something to the BOTH of them. I came up with a plan... As soon as class was over I made sure I pushed my way out of the class as fast as I could. I dashed down the hall and around a corner where no one could see me and froze time. I then ran back into the class. I had been fast enough that American Dream was still in the class room. I walked up to Carr and started to concentrate on his mind as hard as I could. There was this feeling, I don't really know how to explain it, like I felt our brains click into place and connect. I knew right away that I could start giving him mental commands. I hid myself in a corner of the room behind one of the unused desks. I made it so I could see them but they wouldn't notice me unless I made a lot of noise. I unfroze time... "American Dream, can you please stay behind. I had something I wanted to discuss with you." "Uh, sure Professor Carr," she said. From the look on her face it was obvious she thought she was in trouble. I could still feel my mind connected with Carr's. I pushed a little harder and I could FEEL his normal thoughts. I started to pull and tug and move things around. Next thing I knew he was talking to American Dream about her academic standing, informing her that she would need to do better in class. "But, like, I've aced every test! And you always tell me I'm doing such a good job!" I pushed on Carr's mind, trying to make him stare at her tits, but it seemed I didn't have that much control over him when time was moving forward. So I stopped time and tried again, and as soon as time started again his eyes moved down to stare at her cleavage. While I was messing with things I made him get a huge erection, one big enough to be obviously visible to American Dream. Then I unfroze time and let things play out. "Like, why are you staring at my tits, Professor? And ew, gross! You've got a fucking hard on from staring at me, what are you a perve!?" I froze time again. I reached into American Dream's mind. I felt things click then filled her mind with commands and new wants and desires. Then I went into Carr's mind and did the same before unfreezing time. "Yeah, you're a fucking perve," American Dream said in a suddenly less angry voice. She looked at the door to the classroom and saw it was closed and they were alone, then she took a step closer to Carr. She reached up and grabbed a hold of his dick through his pants. "You're a perve that wouldn't mind letting this all too attractive student do a little extra credit for a good grade." Carr pulled away from her and went and locked the door. Then he walked to his desk, sat down, unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. He fucking waved it at American Dream and smiled the sleaziest smile I had ever seen. "I think a little extra credit would do your grade's wonders!" A moment later that skank was on her knees sucking Carr's cock. I have to admit, even though I had just gotten off the sight got me hard. I started to play with myself, but after a minute or two that just wasn't good enough. I froze time and come up to them. American Dream was down on all fours like a fucking dog, with her ass all raised up into the air. All I had to do was flip her skirt up, pull her panties to the side and slide my dick in her. I fucked her right there, with Carr's cock frozen in time in her mouth. After unloading into her I realized I wouldn't simply be able to wipe the evidence away this time. So I went back to my hiding place and put a few more ideas into American Dream's mind. As soon as I unfroze time she pulled off of Carr's dick and licked her lips. "You know, as tasty as you are, I think I want to feel you in me." She got to her feet, turned around, pulled her panties to the side before sliding down Carr's shaft. "Oh fuck, you're so goddamned wet," he moaned, unaware that what he felt was my cum. "Damn right I am, you MAKE me this wet." The two of them kept fucking till they both got off. I realized then that my plan hadn't worked: I'd messed with their minds too well. They had both enjoyed things too much, and I had probably only ensured American Dream would get her damn A. Sure, I'd proved she was a fucking slut. But I was realizing ALL of these wannabe heroines were fucking sluts. I grew very disillusioned after that. I started to look up what the lives of various superheroes were like after they graduated. I quickly found that superheroes, especially superheroines, were fucking sluts that fucked their way out of more situations then they fought their way out of. If that was the case what was in it for me as a hero? It seemed men didn't get the same pass from the media if they ended fucking a villain. The press loved stories about heroines brought low then getting the better of their foes. But if a male hero was used sexually? He was ridiculed. And if he took advantage of a vanquished supervillainess? He was branded a rapist and a villain himself! Birth of the Improbable Man Did I want to live through that double standard, especially with how uncontrollable my libido was becoming? No. I decided I didn't want that life. I realized being a supervillain would not only be easier, it would be a lot more fun. I waited till the end of the semester, learning what I could from my classes and more importantly learning what I can about my fellow students. I'm uploading this story during my last night on campus. I plan on simply not returning next semester, giving no sign that I intend to start a life of crime. I'll lie in waiting, keeping my crimes on the down low until this generation of heroines have graduated and gone out into the world. Then I shall reveal myself to them, let them see the villain they all created! And you, dear reader, I encourage you to do the same... End recording.