“You know Tyrus, I didn’t get my super strength until I turned 17.” Lance comforted his friend while they were on a hike in the mountains.
“Yeah but I’m nineteen and I can’t even bench 100 pounds.” Tyrus said defeated.
Tyrus jumped at a deafening banshee scream that came from behind him. He turned to see his friend D-Rod grinning.
“What the hell was that D-Rod?”
“Y’know how your brother can only disappear when he’s scared? I thought your power might work the same way.” D-Rod defended.
“Well that theory’s a dud, because my x-ray vision confirms Tyrus’s heart is beating like crazy and no powers.” Michael said.
“I told you guys, I don’t have any...” Tryus was distracted by a young woman jogging past them. She was wearing a white sports bra and tiny pink shorts. Tyrus was totally taken aback by her… back. She was packing the biggest bubble but and the smallest waist he’d ever seen. He couldn’t help but stare as she bounced down the trail. His trance was interrupted by D-Rod cackling loudly. He turned to see D-Rod pointing and laughing at him, as Michael and Lance stared with wide eyes.
“Tyrus… I think you’re a shapeshifter.” Lance pointed at Tyrus’s chest.
He looked down to see unfamiliar ample cleavage. Without thinking, he grabbed at his breasts and moaned unintentionally. He then reached back to find the same huge ass he was just watching on his own body.
“What the fuck! Why now? And why can’t I change back?” Tyrus screamed in a girly voice.
“I think it only works when you’re horny.” Lance replied. D-Rod couldn’t stop laughing.
“Michael, if you’re using your x-ray vision to look at my tits I will make Lance punch you in the face.” Tyrus covered his breasts.
“Why would he look at your tits when he could look at that ass? Jesus, man! It’s huge!” D-Rod yelled. “And you were just staring at hers so you can’t give me shit.”
“Yeah but I’m me! I’m a guy!” Tyrus yelled back.
“Unless you’re hiding something in those booty shorts, I beg to disagree.” D-Rod snickered.
“Hey man, at least you know your power now.” Lance pointed out.
“No no no… this can’t be my power. How am I supposed to alongside the X-Men with this power?”
“With really stretchy shorts.” D-Rod laughed. “You could twerk your enemies into submission! You just need a hero name… maybe Miss Thicc?”
Tyrus started crying and ran back down the trail. His friends watched as his heart-shaped booty bounced with each step.
“Jigglestep! That’s way better!” D-Rod broke down laughing.