The Adventures of Super Hot Chick
Issue 5: Impostor
by X-Writer

Alicia Breasts walked home naked, humiliated, and pissed.

Everywhere she walked, destruction followed. Every person and car who passed by saw the sight of her body, completely naked and soaking wet, attempting to cover some of her nudity with her hands. Every car that saw her crashed; every person who caught sight of her knocked into something. Sometimes the sky was briefly lit by lightning, and sometimes it was just the snapshots from tourists' cameras. Actually, Alicia started to learn that there was no lightning.

She had been humiliated before, but this was different . . . a new level of rage was building up inside her now. For every humiliation she had endured, she was left more crazy, more pissed, than the previous time; by now, it had built up to such a level that she was truly feeling her mind steer over toward the dark side.

She had been walking for a total span of one hour now. It had been a long night, frozen in place in the pool, hands frozen together behind her back, everything exposed – and, to make an already bad situation worse, she never got her powers back to bust her out. They still wouldn’t return until a day or so later, at which point some spectacular new power would surface. Agonizingly for her, while she’d been frozen in the pool, the only thing she had been able to do to get out was to wait for the sun to come out and melt all the ice into water.

It had taken a while, but it did happen. Finally, all the ice became water again. Alicia had spent the whole night frozen in place, totally naked; but, at last, she fell into the pool of water. She spent a couple minutes in the pool, trying to stay afloat. However, right as she was about to climb out, twenty people suddenly showed up around the pool, as MTV’s crew of camera-people had happened to be strolling by just then to shoot their new music video. So she stayed there for a while more, as the entire pool area was filmed, including the naked superhero.

After long enough, she managed to climb out of the water and walk away from the pool. But she was still naked at this time. And ever since then, she had been walking home naked . . . the total trip being a full mile.

This had been going on for so long. That comet had burned her clothes off; Bat-Bitch had pulled them off; Octopussy had stripped her completely naked; Crow Lady had stolen her bikini while Mrs. Ice had destroyed it and trapped Alicia in place . . . . . . She didn’t want to think about this anymore. She couldn’t. Still receiving countless car honks, catcalls, whistles, and camera flashes, she kept walking back to her house.

Back home, she got dressed and took the night off. She called up a friend, Jessica, to hang out the next morning. Jessica agreed to meet her at the swimming pool in the morning, so that they could talk and tan together, something they used to do all the time. The last time Alicia had talked to Jessica was months before the day of the meteor. This would probably be really good for her.

The next morning, Alicia woke up, took off all her clothes, stretched, cracked her back, stretched some more, and changed into a two-piece white bikini, then flew outside to a nearby swimming pool. Her friend Jessica was already there. Finally, they were able to talk and get caught up on things.

Alicia laid back on the lounge chair, closed her eyes, and began to doze off into a short nap.

When she woke up, she was completely naked.

"What? What happened??" she asked as she bolted up, out of sleep. She'd been lying on the lounge chair for quite some time, but had only been asleep for 10 minutes at the most. Still, she could see her bare boobs, and her bikini bottoms were gone too. How had she woken up naked??

Jessica, sitting next to Alicia on a second lounge chair, said "Wow! Your clothes just kinda fell off."

Alicia attempted to cover herself, but, to her horror, found that her arms just moved right through her own body! What the %&#@ was happening?? Covering herself was possible, but difficult . . . trying to keep the right balance, she held her hands in front of her boobs and shaved pussy, then rose to stand on her two feet. Her shins were moving right through the lounge chair . . .

"I can't touch anything!!" she screamed frantically. She walked around, as though the lounge chair were merely a hologram. She was even able to move through Jessica! Alicia's friend tried to help her out by holding Alicia's bikini up in the air, but every attempt to get it back from her failed!

"I'm sorry, man," Jessica said. "I tried."

Rawwk! Suddenly, without warning, a sinister crow flew through the scene and snatched the bikini top out of her hand, heading off into the sky! Now Alicia definitely couldn't change back into it!

Rawwk! A second crow arrived and removed Alicia's bikini bottoms from the scene!

Several seconds later, both crows returned to strip Jessica herself naked, and take her clothes away with them!

"Hey, waaait a minute," Jessica said. "Those aren't ordinary crows . . ."

But there was no time to worry about that. Alicia's new power had just kicked in . . . the ability to move through things. Indeed, the night before, she’d been stuck with no powers, and now she had woken up with all her powers back, plus one new one. She could walk through walls, or anything else, at will!

The problem was, she couldn’t turn this off.

And, while this power was on, her clothes would fall right through her. Meaning, basically, that now she was just stuck being naked, all the time.

“How am I supposed to get home??” she asked frantically. “I can’t put on clothes anymore!! I have to be totally naked all the time now!”

Jessica, covering herself as best as she could, sacrificed the covering of her breasts for one second as she pointed toward a few people who were approaching the pool.

“That’s not all we have to worry about,” she said, noting that the people approaching were holding enormous instant cameras. Snap! – they had her uncovered breasts caught on photograph.

Alicia sighed. She just knew, already, that the rest of the day was going to suck.

All across the city, Alicia Breasts was a famous woman. It had long since been known across the city that Alicia Breasts was indeed one and the same as Super Hot Chick; her first encounters with Bat-Bitch and Lesbian Octopussy had confirmed that. Presently, a person couldn’t walk 10 feet through the city without seeing naked pictures of Alicia posted everywhere in sight; posters at bus stops, GOT MILK? posters, rolled-up posters sold at the mall . . . her naked body was seen everywhere. Close-ups of her pussy seemed to especially be common.

But on the other side of the city, very different things were happening. The 3rd Bank of Titty City was going through an ordinary day . . . when Super-Chick flew in, wearing a black domino mask around her eyes, and held a gun to one of the bank’s tellers!!

"Gimme all your money, now!" she screamed at the teller, lifting up her white shirt to reveal her nice round boobs with tan nipples. "Now!!" she repeated, pulling up her skirt and pulling her panties to one side, exposing her clitoris for one second.

“Or else what?” a random customer nearby said boldly.

“Or else this!!” she declared, tearing off her top, jumping toward the customer, grabbing his head, and stuffing it into her boobs.

“This is the best bank robbery ever!!” some guy behind them said – and Alicia got right to action. Dropping the first guy, she flipped and cartwheeled backward, then landed with her hands on the floor, pussy on the guy’s face, legs squeezing his head.

“Mmf mff mf-mff mf,” the guy commented. Super-Chick’s skirt was on all sides of his face now, while his eyes, nose, and mouth were right in the front of her panties. But then she returned to the ground and disarmed him immediately.

Alicia stood upright, letting go of the poor guy. She then gripped her skirt by the side, and flung it into the face of a teller. He caught the broken skirt as it fell, overcome with awe. Now Super-Chick was down to wearing her last article of clothing, a black g-string. She quickly wriggled her way out of them with both hands, pulling them down to her knees. Stepping out of the panties, she flung them like a rubber band into the direction of one customer.

The next minute continued to be a ridiculous spectacle of nudity. Super-Chick made every guy see the sight of her naked body. Meanwhile, Alicia Breasts sure thought it was a bizarre story . . .

. . . because she and Jessica were watching it on a TV from inside Jessica’s house. In real life, Alicia still remained inside, totally naked . . . with no idea what to do.

Across the rest of the night, the impostor Super-Chick continued to strike. She interrupted a baseball game, running right up to the camera while naked, the camera connected to the enormous electronic screen being watched by the audience. She grabbed the baseball from a player, and rubbed it against her breasts several times, on camera. Then she grabbed the camera and placed it right up to her clitoris.

Dear God, the humiliation was just too much!! This impostor was going around displaying her naked body everywhere! Even worse, this forced Alicia to have to go out there and fight her, in the public spotlight . . . while not being able to change into any clothes to save her life!!

“All right, impostor,” Alicia remarked. “You’re asking for it.”

With that, she flew right through the wall of Jessica’s house, totally naked, no longer caring, merely ready to put an end to this nonsense.

The impostor Super-Chick was still at the ball game. Now she had given the camera to some random guy, and had him film her ass dance. She was just starting to bend over, hand smacking her ass, shaking left and right, when a noise was heard which distracted both her and the cameraman . . .

The camera was instinctively aimed at the source of the noise, coming from the sky . . . a shooting star? A falling plane? No . . . no, it was SUPER-CHICK!!

The crowd cheered! The naked Super-Chick was flying into the ball game! At this point, people no longer cared about the ruining of the game, or the waste of their ticket money; Hell, this had made the game better!

Alicia flew right up to the impostor. “You’re not the real me!!” she screamed.

“Like Hell I’m not!” the impostor said with a smirk. She felt her own breasts and groped them a couple times.

Alicia walked up to the camera, no longer able to touch or hold it, but plenty able to talk to it. “Look, everyone,” she said. “There are two of us here right now. As you can tell, one of us is real, and the other is simply an Impostor.” Pointing to the doppelganger, she added, “She has tan nipples . . .” The cameraman zoomed in to the Impostor’s nipples. “While as you can see, I have nipples that are pink!” With that, the cameraman focused on Alicia’s own boobs.

Every person in the audience began to ooh and ahh. They had totally forgotten that, every time they’d seen her naked before, her nipples had been pink!

“And everyone knows that Impostor’s pussy is loose, while mine is tight!” To make her point, she spread her pussy real quick in front of the camera; despite still not being able to touch other things, she could now interact with her own body. With the camera on her pussy, it closed and tightened a couple times, proving her point.

The crowd recalled the times her spread pussy had been seen before, when it was clearly tighter than Impostor’s. They oohed and ahhed some more. When a side-by-side comparison was offered on the news, comparing and contrasting old photos from Alicia and new photos from Impostor, the truth was finally clear.

“And finally,” Alicia added while turning around and showcasing her ass, “because everyone can see my ass is bigger than hers!” And with that, the camera offered a side-by-side comparison of both womens’ asses!

“Ahhhh, you got me!!” Impostor growled. She transformed back to her regular form as a tall, thin brunette. The only things she couldn’t change were her private parts. Alicia smiled as three police officers arrested the Impostor, handcuffing her hands behind her back. They then asked her to walk to the middle of the street, and to remain there until a transport van arrived to come pick her up, in one more hour.

Alicia was still smiling, both eyes closed, when a police officer approached her and gave her the same dirty look as he’d given Impostor. “I’m afraid you’re coming too,” he said with a tip of his hat.

“What??” she asked with surprise. “But I can’t even do that! I’m stuck being intangible now – look!” She grabbed his crotch; and her hand went right through!

“Not with these Green Rocks, I’m afraid,” the officer said, holding up a dose of paralyzing rocks. Alicia was locked out of her powers, while paralyzed, and so her intangibility power was immediately turned off.

Dear God, the cops had Green Rocks?? Of course. It made sense now: when they’d heard the report of Super-Chick going rogue, they had arrived at the scene prepared with the weapon they’d been keeping ever since the day of the Bat-Bitch incident – the one weapon they knew to be effective against her.

Alicia was arrested as well; both women stood, totally naked, filmed at both the front and back for a new episode of Officers. During the halftime of the ball game, the JumboTron TV screen also showed the crowd the two naked women.

So the transporter van arrived, and Alicia and the Impostor were both taken away.

“I'm no criminal!” Alicia yelled in the back of the transporter van. Her hands were still handcuffed behind her back, and her shins were shackled together, but kept apart.

“Yeah, I'm the criminal,” Impostor said.

“I'm the hero,” Alicia said. “It's not fair.”

“Oh, hush up, you're a criminal too,” Impostor told her. “Breaking windows. Breaking doors. You're guilty of your own crimes.”

Alicia sighed. In a philosophical sense, Impostor was right.

At their trial, the male judge explained to the two naked, handcuffed women: “Look . . . you have two choices. Either you can go to 6 months of jail . . . or 12 months of community service.”

"Second option!" Impostor said with no hesitation.

The judge looked at Alicia. “The . . . second option,” she said, not liking the sound of prison.

"Good! You are hereby sentenced to 12 months of naked community service, starting with 100 hours of walking around in public naked. This 100 hours can be reduced to 90 for good behavior."

The judge banged his gavel. It was final.

He secretly whispered to someone: "I only wanted 90 anyway."

Impostor arched an eyebrow and asked "What do you mean by 'good behavior' . . .?"

Outside, in the streets, Impostor sighed and asked "Is the 'good behavior' over yet?"

Nearby, a police officer said "Not quite yet . . . bend over just a little more."

Impostor sighed, bending over just a bit more to allow onlookers to see. She was standing naked in the streets, hands on her knees, ass raised up into the air. A camera crew was taking pictures and shooting videos for an adult film they were making of this, while plenty of people passed by and simply stopped to stare.

“How are you holding up?” Impostor asked Alicia, who was sitting on a red couch, legs open, playing with her pussy. Her entire face was pink the entire time, as she could see that everyone in the city was looking at her naked. But, without this hour of public masturbation, she would have had to face another 10 hours of walking around naked. She started squirting all over the couch, a little bit of it getting on the camera lens . . . it was just impossible that all this was really happening!

“I have to wash my hands when I'm done,” Alicia said adamantly.

“Ah, that's fine,” a cameraman said to her. “You'll get all nice and clean in the public shower.”

Alicia gulped. There, in the middle of the street, was the public shower, where she would get clean and be seen at the same time.

“Oh, these are gonna be a sucky 12 months,” Alicia commented.

The End