Today was going to be awesome. Harry had just obtained a new ‘superpower’, so to speak, and was eager to try it out. Needless to say, a lot of the guys here at school will be wearing a little less than they’d arrived in after He’d gotten through with them. Harry smiled to myself as He took in all the stripping and pantsing opportunitied around him. The first thing Harry did when he arrived at school was pull his best friend, Anton, away from studying to take him into one of the school science labs. “What is all this?” He asked. On the table in front of them were a few bottles, test tubes, pages with notes and equations on them, and other things. Two stones, one grey and one black, were at the center. “My dad brought these chemicals back with him from his investigations when he was researching in the middle east. They’re nothing like I’ve ever seen before. Look.” Harry explained, picking up a vial with a pinkish chemical inside. He let go of it and it started to fall. Only, very slowly, as though it were a bubble floating downwards. “What the hell?” Anton said as he grabbed the bottle from mid air and looked at the liquid inside. Bubbles were very slowly moving upwards. Anton placed it back on the table.
“There was a lot of nuclear activity in the middle east a while ago, and this chemical reaction is just phenomenal.” Harry said, pointing to something on his graphs. “See, this means that this chemical is a product of nuclear fusion, combined with decades of fermentation and free radicals… Um, let me show you.” He said as he brought Anton's attention to the two stones, both roughly the size of tennis balls. “Uh huh.” Anton muttered, not really understanding what Harry was going on about or where this was headed. “See what happens when I touch the grey stone.” Harry said, reaching out and touching it, at which point everything stopped. Harry looked up at Anton, frozen in position. He waved his hands in front of his face and noticed that the usual sounds of hustle and bustle from outdoors had ceased. He looked out of the window and could see the seventh grade netball team out on the court, completly stiff as statues. He grinned a pretty evil grin as he walked out of the room...
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After Harry was done, He touched the black stone, which reverted time to its normal speed. “Like so...see?” He said with a smirk to Anton, who jumped a mile and spun around to face him, surprised. “Don’t worry, I didn’t teleport, I just froze time,” Harry said, in a very matter-of-fact tone, as though it were an everyday activity. “See?” he added, pointing at the many new items which had appeared on the table. Mostly snack foods from the canteen, and a pile of money. “I looked up Chloe Armstrong’s skirt. Very fine legs there.” He smirked, knowing that Anton liked Chloe Armstrong a lot. “But...you can just, I mean...” Anton stammered, at a loss for words. Harry couldn't help but laugh. “Cool, huh?” He grinned, chewing on a candy bar. “But...you can’t freeze time like that, it's just not…” Anton stopped as he noticed something. “Harry, you’re blushing. What did you do?” he said, sounding concerned. He smiled, Anton knew him so well.
“Kenny Pickly was in the shower.” Harry said simply. Kenny was their age, quite pudgy with vibrent red hair. They both hated his guts since they were kids. Anton raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean 'was'?” he asked. Harry didn't say anything, just pointed to the basketball court outside where Kenny Pickly stood, dripping wet, looking very confused, hands in his hair, naked as the day he was born and surrounded by screaming, laughing girls who had just had their netball game interrupted and a teacher who didn’t know how to handle the situation. He quickly covered his most private parts with his hands and ran for the gate, as best he could naked and barefoot on the hot and rough tarmac across the school field and back into the locker room. Harry and Anton both laughed pretty hard at this. Harry decided not to mention that he’d taken a peek at Anton’s penis, too, while he was frozen. Or that, in the school canteen, one of the eleventh graders had just had his clothes vanish. All he could think of was the endless possibilities...