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>Leslie had gotten rusty in her old age. Energy reconstitution used to be easy when she was younger and less morally anchored. She'd been out of the game so long only the most basic of hers powers still worked the way she wanted to.
>Still, she came off as more skilled and in control to Jon, which she was compared to him. But entering and exiting electrical appliances didn't used to end with her stark naked every time, even when she wasn't wearing her special containment leotard
>Leslie hastily picked up her clothes off the floor. A pair of black sweat pants and a white Superman-brand tee.
>Even in XL size, Leslie struggled to pull the bottoms over her enormous hips and doubled-in-size badonkadonk. And even the shirt (one of Clark's, surprise surprise) rode up and exposed some of her midriff thanks to her large, swollen breasts
>If there was one thing her younger self could appreciate about Leslie's motherdom, it was that it helped improve her "assets"
>As Leslie redressed herself, making sure her pants were tugged up high enough to hide the S-Shield tattoo above her pussy in case Jon returned, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the rangehood
>Her long black hair had erupted into a frizzy, glamrock style with a blue glow to match the stark white emanation of her skin. The excess electrical charge was not yet out of her system, sustaining her trademark Livewire look, albeit, appropriately changed
>Damn, she hadn't taken a good look at herself in her powered form for a long time now. She distinctly remembered how much she hated squeezing back into her costume the last time she had to teach Jon some lessons on how to use his powers.
>But now? Well, maybe she needed a new perspective
>She struck a few poses, admiring her reflection, even taking the time to tug down her pants quickly and ogle her OTHER tattoo inked on her asscheek.
>"Heh," Leslie smirked to herself, "Milfwire's still got it..."
>"Woah! When did you get that Mom?"
>"JON!"
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