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Things were different now Pt. 3 - Happy to Help {Devi and Paxton}

A/n: as usual, I don’t own these characters, but I love them. This continues to follow the timeline I initially wrote so it does not coincide with season 2 at all. Paxton is a 17 year old with feelings, not a 10 year old before puberty… I hate proofreading so if it’s awful, apologies. Umm… so sorry it’s a year late.. and honestly, I kinda hate parts of it, but here we are nonetheless. Hope you like it!

Warnings: fluff, angst, phobias, I think that’s it.

Part one, Part two

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“Hey, baby,” Ben greeted her in a sing-song voice.

“Morning, Ben,” Devi replied as Ben laid a kiss to her cheek, and took the seat next to her.

“Why didn’t you come by for breakfast this morning?” he asked.

Devi felt her eyes grow wide momentarily. She had been going to Ben’s for breakfast before school all last week, telling her mom they were studying. It wasn’t a formal date though, and she hadn’t thought to plan an excuse. “Uh…” she scrambled, feeling the room close in as people filled the desks behind and on her other side. “I’m not feeling well,” she lied. “I overslept.”

She averted her gaze from Ben to dig a pencil out of her backpack from where it sat on the floor to her right. When she tried to unzip her pencil holder though, it got stuck and she flung it, one-handed, onto the floor. As she reached down to grab it, the person sitting next to her reached down to help too, and when she looked up, Paxton was grinning back at her.

“Morning, Vishwakumar. Long time, no see.”

Devi tried to swallow past a large lump in her throat. “Morning, Paxton,” she returned hesitantly, noting his hair was still damp and that it added curl to his hair that usually he used product to tame.

Devi had her first swim lesson with Paxton that morning before school. It’s not that she was hiding it from Ben, her boyfriend. It was just that she didn’t feel ready to tell him about it… so yeah, she was hiding it from him. Not because of Paxton though! She was hiding it because of her.

Not even Devi’s mom knew how afraid she was of being in the water since her paralysis was triggered. Prior to that, she loved swimming. It was the only sport she was at all inclined to and she even considered trying out for team sophomore year until she went crazy and lost her legs.

She tried to move past it. Well, kind of. Her physical therapist thought aquatic therapy may help strengthen and facilitate the functional return of her legs. Instead, it resulted in her screaming and hyperventilating in Dan’s arms as he struggled to get her back to the lift out of the pool. Devi begged Dan not to tell her mom about her newfound fear and promised she would discuss it with Dr. Ryan. Her physical therapist agreed, and Devi never mentioned it to anyone again. Until Paxton.

“You want to swim?” He repeated back, puzzled as they sat on the couch in the garage. “I’ve seen you swim.”

“When?”

“Your freshman year…” he trailed off as realization dawned on him.

Devi didn’t know Paxton had any idea who she was until she propositioned him at the beginning of school this year. He remembered her from the year before? He remembered her before she lost her legs?

“Yeah… I haven’t been able to since…”

“So when you fell in the pool at Gross’s party…?” Paxton filled the silence for her.

“I’m really glad you pulled me out otherwise it would have gotten way more embarrassing,” she admitted.

She saw his jaw clench before his next question, “Why didn’t your friends help you?”

“Um…” she took a deep breath to muster the courage up to tell him, “they don’t know… nobody knows.”

And then he gave her that same deep, calculated look. The look he gave her when they were in his car so many weeks ago. The look he gave her before they kissed. Before he kissed her.

He agreed instantly after that. And things went mildly well that morning. She wasn’t able to get in the water, so instead, she sat next to the edge of the pool and watched Paxton swim for awhile and then they talked.

She was surprised by how patient Paxton had been with her especially since she dragged him out of bed earlier than necessary. He told her it was a process though, and he agreed to help her through it. Her heart felt full when he said that. She probably would have read too far into it in the past, but things were different now.

Devi knew she would have to tell Ben eventually that she was spending so much time with Paxton, but she just didn’t want him to overreact. He knew how much she had pined for Paxton before they started dating, and even though she and Paxton were friends only now, it wouldn’t change the threat he posed in her boyfriend’s mind.

you and PHY seem awfully chummy - Fab

Devi looked over her shoulder at her friends after reading Fabiola’s text message. Both Fab and Eleanor were giving her pretty pointed looks, and Devi just responded with a grimace and raised eyebrows. This whole friends thing sounded so easy with Paxton when they were sitting on his couch in the middle of the night. No one else was around, no one could pass judgment. Things were going to be a little harder in practice.

Fortunately, class was pretty uneventful. Mr. Shapiro started a new unit, they went over the lesson, and they were dismissed. Devi gathered her things quickly and hurried out of the room without waiting for her friends, her boyfriend, or Paxton. Of course, Paxton was her friend, so she didn’t know why she listed him in his own category.

“Hey,” the object of her musings appeared beside her locker.

Devi jumped at the sound of his voice, but managed to somewhat recover. “Hey, what’s good, playa?”

Paxton smirked at her with warm eyes. “Just wanted to check on you now that it’s been a couple hours.”

“Oh! Honestly, I feel good. Watching you actually helps me calm down,” she said before realizing how it sounded. “I mean, not that I just watch you, but I mean, watching you swim… it’s nice to see how you glide through the water… it’s like a white noise machine.”

“Right,” Paxton replied slowly after a beat. “Well you should come by today after school. I have an idea.”

She nodded as he walked away down the hall. Before Devi’s imagination could get the better of her though, her friends replaced Paxton in her line of vision.

“What is going on?” Fabiola asked bluntly.

“Yeah, are you and Paxton hooking up behind Ben’s back?”

“What? Of course not!” Devi was outraged. How could they think she would do that? “Paxton is my friend.”

“Since when?”

“Yeah, last thing we knew, you went there for dinner for his sister and it got hella weird,” Eleanor added. “What gives?”

Devi had not shared the one on one conversations she and Paxton had with her friends. Sure, the initial apology after dinner would probably be okay. Having a drink with Paxton in the garage at 2 o’clock in the morning after catching him in his underwear with an erection? No, there was no good way to relay that encounter.

“Um..” Devi hesitated. She couldn’t tell them the truth now after hiding her fear for so long, and then telling Paxton before telling them. They’d think she was a bad friend. “I’m tutoring him,” she lied. “Yeah, he’s got to get his grades up to meet the minimum for Stanford swimming to offer him a scholarship so I’m helping him.”

“Does Ben know?” Eleanor asked as Devi’s phone pinged in her pocket.

She pulled her phone out and read the message from Paxton, don’t forget to bring your suit ;), and she felt her cheeks heat up. “No,” she told Eleanor absentmindedly. “No, he doesn’t know.”

“Well, are you going to tell him?” Fabiola prodded.

Devi shook herself out of her daze and really heard her friends’ questions. “No, not right now. You guys know he would freak out if he knew Paxton and I were spending time together no matter how platonic. I’ll tell him eventually but everything is still so new, I don’t want to wreck it.”

Her friends’ judgment was evident, but Devi couldn’t let that bother her. Paxton was helping her confront one of her deepest fears, and she didn’t need to feel guilty about that. Instead, she chose to focus on making the most of her time with Paxton and enjoying their friendship while hopefully ridding her of her phobia.

Devi knocked briefly before letting herself into the Hall-Yoshida garage. It was empty and so she dropped her bag and plopped down onto the couch. It was almost funny, Devi thought. Things were so different now. A few months ago, she was terrified entering this space. She’d freaked, cut her leg open and bolted. Even the last time she’d been here, she’d tried to quietly reflect and calm her nerves after having one of her sexual fantasies manifest in the form of actually seeing Paxton Hall-Yoshida in his underwear with a boner. Now, she just comes right in and —

“Make yourself at home,” Paxton’s voice broke her from her thoughts.

She intended to make a sarcastic retort, but was caught off guard by him being in swim trunks already, and not the tight spandex trunks he wore for the swim team. No, these were normal, red and black trunks. They were entirely less revealing, outside of showing off his muscled chest, but they weren’t a uniform. Something about Paxton being voluntarily half naked and not bleeding from the hand had Devi looking at him dumbly from across the room.

“Devi, you good?” He asked cautiously, coming to sit next to her.

Her gaze trailed down from his collarbone to his pecs, to his abs, to his… her eyes grew wide as she realized she was openly ogling him. She snapped her eyes back to his to find him grinning at her.

“Everything okay?” He asked again. She nodded dumbly in response. “Good. Why don’t you go change? I have an idea that may work to start.”

“Okay, I’ll go change in the bathroom and meet you back here?”

“Nah, just come out to the back yard.”

Completely disrobed in the bathroom, Devi had another decision to make. Two suits. She brought two bathing suits with her both that morning and in the afternoon. She hadn’t even bothered to change before class that morning because just entering the aquatic center was enough to bring her near hyperventilation. She couldn’t do that again, and to be fair, if Paxton had a pool, it was news to Devi. And she asked him to help her swim. If that’s what she really wanted, then she needed to trust Paxton and let him help her. That meant she had to choose: black, Speedo one-piece or bubble gum pink bikini?

“Why’d you even bring both, Devi?” She asked her reflection.

She wasn’t sure she was ready to answer that question. She knew things were different now. She was dating Ben, and Paxton was her friend. That was her choice… it was just a much easier choice to make when she and Paxton weren’t speaking to each other. If she was honest, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Paxton since their middle of the night encounter last week. He was right when he said they had come a long way. She had come a long way, becoming more comfortable around him, and seeing him on an equal level versus the Adonis pedestal she placed him on in the past. Then he became real.

Paxton became more than the unattainable sex god that riddled her darkest fantasies. He became someone she could talk with, laugh with, open up to. He became her friend. Her friend that was still a sex god that riddled her darkest fantasies… these were the thoughts that had her leaning toward the far more revealing bikini for their lesson that afternoon.

She had a boyfriend though, a boyfriend she very much liked. Sure, she and Ben were unkind to each other in the past. He had routinely referred to her by a boy’s name, called her unfuckable, and yeah, he started the rumor that she faked her paralysis freshman year. She played her own role in their antagonistic relationship though, and all that was behind them anyway. Ever since his party, Ben had been much nicer to her. Of course, that was including when he tried to kiss her while still dating Shira… but obviously, that was because he had feelings for her that when he was sober, he wasn’t ready to confront yet. He had been there for her like no one else had. He deserved a good girlfriend. That was Devi’s last thought on the subject before donning the black athletic one piece.

The first thing Devi saw when she stepped onto the patio made her heart catch in her throat. A hot tub. It was too big. It was too much. Too much. She couldn’t get in a hot tub. It was already way too hot, Devi thought, feeling the air get thicker around her. Her throat felt constricted and she wondered how anyone was as able to breathe in these conditions. It felt impossible.

“Devi! Are you okay?” She heard Paxton ask faintly.

Her head began shaking back and forth frantically, but she didn’t feel like she was the one controlling it. Instead, it was moving of its own accord, and her voice didn’t sound like her own when she said, “I can’t get in the hot tub.”

Two strong hands grasped her waist and physically turned her so her back was to the offending item. It was then she saw Paxton. His eyes searched hers desperately before a hand came to cradle her face. She immediately felt herself relax into his touch just enough that she could take a breath.

“Hey, you’re okay. I got you,” he cooed. “I know you’re not ready for that, and that’s okay. Just take a deep breath.”

She still felt like she was gulping for air, but her body melted into his as he pulled her in for a hug. They just stood like that until she could regain control of her breathing. When she did, Paxton gently released her and Devi was honestly surprised by how disappointed she was to not be in his arms any longer.

“You good?” He asked cautiously. She nodded sheepishly. “Cool. Let’s get away from this so you can see what I have set up for you.”

She nodded again and let him take her hand to lead her deeper into the backyard. When she saw it, she couldn’t believe the relief that flooded her.

“A slip n slide?” She huffed out.

“A slip n slide!” He dropped her hand to raise his arms victoriously. “I looked up some stuff about phobias and I think it’ll help. It’s called exposure treatment. We’ll start slow and work your way up.”

“You researched phobias?”

“Well, yeah,” he nodded. “And I’ll be here for you the whole time.”

Devi felt herself smile. Paxton really took the time to try to figure out how to help her. No throwing her in the deep end of the pool, but actually holding her hand through this. Being by her side while they figured it out together. She couldn’t believe how lucky she felt to have him in her life at that moment.

It wasn’t a very fancy slip n side, most likely he’d had it in the shed since he and Becca were kids. It was still in good shape though and he’d placed it over a decline at the end that allowed for pooling of water. He had the hose running and ready, but when they stepped up to the start, it became infinitely more intimidating.

As though he could sense her apprehension, Paxton said, “how about I go first, and then you can try?”

She tried to swallow past the lump in her throat in order to respond. When she wasn’t successful, she nodded. Paxton gave her a weak grin, and reached out to squeeze her shoulder. It was probably a measure of reassurance, and it worked for a moment, but the minute his touch was gone, her nerves settled in again.

“Okay, so you want to get a running start so you go faster through the slide,” he told her, taking four to five steps back. “You ready?”

“Ready,” she choked out after a beat of silence.

Paxton took off, and dove smoothly onto the track. Devi felt her anxiety melt away as he slid down the track on his stomach. It was almost like watching his perfect strokes through the water, and something about watching him made her forget her fear. Then he crashed into the small wading pool at the end of the slide, and just like that Devi’s breath was stuck in her throat again, and it felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped over her head.

When Paxton stood up, he immediately sought her gaze for eye contact. Just as quickly, he seemed to notice how her panic rose again.

“Devi,” he called down to her. “You can do this, okay? Don’t think about the water, just focus on me.” She could feel how wide her eyes were and her mouth was starting to dry out as it hung open, but Paxton’s encouragement started to wear her down when he said, “Come to me, Devi. I got you.”

She took a steadying breath and barely nodded before stepping a few paces back like Paxton had. Paxton continued to cheer her on and beckon her to his open arms as she fought her body to cooperate with her. Finally, after another deep breath, Devi let out a guttural scream, her war cry, and ran toward the slide. She slid onto her stomach much like Paxton had and did not have the good sense to close her mouth until it was filled with hose water. It got her choked up again and it was difficult to catch her breath, but just as quickly as she started, she was plunged into the wading pool. Before she had a chance to panic-swallow more water, Paxton’s strong arms hauled her to a standing position and she collided with his chest in a tight hug.

“You did it!” He whispered triumphantly. “You did great, I’m so proud of you.”

“I did it,” she breathed, arms clutched tightly around his shoulders as though he would disappear if she let go. “I did it,” she repeated, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Devi and Paxton worked with the slip n slide for three more weeks, and it was amazing how quickly she was improving. Each time, Paxton was there to catch her at the end of the slide, and she grew more confident with each trip.

“So do you have plans this weekend?” Paxton asked, passing her a towel.

“Probably just studying for the history test,” she replied, drying her hair gently.

“With Gross?”

They hadn’t talked about Ben at all during their sessions. She had also skirted the issue of spending so much time with Paxton by telling her boyfriend that she’d been assigned a new student to tutor. She didn’t tell him it was Paxton. Things had been calm the last few weeks despite how crazy the first months of the semester had been. If she was honest, she hadn’t spent much time with or thought much about Ben that week at all. Things were going so well with Paxton and their sessions that she spent most of her time looking forward to the next time she’d be in his backyard in her bathing suit.

“Uh.. I don’t know. Probably him, Fab, and Eleanor, I guess,” she told him. “Or by myself. I don’t really have anything planned.”

“Would you…” he trailed off quietly before finding his voice again. “Would you maybe want to study here… with me?”

Devi felt herself smile. “Sure, I mean, my friends think I’m tutoring you anyway so that would make sense.”

“What?”

She breathed through another smile at how his brow furrowed, but rolled her eyes at herself before answering him. “I had to have a reason for why we’re talking so much more at school… so I told them I was tutoring you.”

Paxton’s head dropped as he huffed out a laugh. “You’re really good at lying, huh?”

“No! I just… get nervous about how people will react to stuff so sometimes it’s just easier to say something else.”

He nodded. “Well, you better tutor me then. ‘Cause if I fail this test, your whole story falls apart,” he said taking a step closer to her.

“Maybe you just don’t listen to me,” she grinned.

He took another step forward, this time into her personal space. “Impossible,” he countered, “have you met you?”

Devi’s smile grew before she realized how close Paxton really was to her. It wasn’t his actual proximity. They’d been closer physically than ever in these recent weeks, but something felt different that time. She could feel the heat radiating off of him and there was electricity in the air. He seemed to feel it too, and shook himself free before taking the towel back from her. That only allowed him to take in the full view of her from top to bottom, forcing Devi to close her eyes so she didn’t feel the full force of his gaze.

She heard Paxton swallow, then clear his throat, and then he took a step back. Devi chose then to meet his gaze, and found the same calculating look she’d now seen a total of three times. He had a depth she hadn’t previously credited him with. Now that she’d seen it, it was hard to ignore.

“Uh.. yeah, I think we could study together.”

Paxton grinned crookedly at her. “Cool,” he licked his lips before changing the subject. “Why don’t you go ahead and change, and then I’ll take you home.”

“That’s okay, I can I walk.” Devi said quickly. “I mean, I’d like to walk. Helps me clear my head.”

“Oh.. okay.”

Devi didn’t feel like she took another breath until she was shut in the bathroom of the Hall-Yoshida residence. Was Paxton really flirting with her? Did he really check her out like she thought he had? She’d been so wrong about so many of their encounters in the past, but… he did kiss her. Paxton Hall Yoshida was her first kiss and it was only a couple months ago. Maybe he really liked her. Maybe they —

A text message on her phone cut off her internal rambling. When she read it, her breath caught in her throat again:

Why are you at Paxton’s?

Fuck. Ben.

How could she forget about Ben? Here she was going down the Paxton rabbit hole again when she had Ben, her actual boyfriend. Things were different now though. She wasn’t sure exactly when they changed, but she knew they had.

She quickly typed out a response and then changed into her dry clothes.

***

“So Paxton is the student you’re tutoring?

“Uh.. yeah, kinda,” Devi told Ben. “Paxton is my friend, but I am helping him study.” It wasn’t technically a lie anymore now that they’d made plans for Saturday.

“Anything else you want to tell me?”

“What are you accusing me of, Ben?”

“Obviously, I’m the only one committed to this relationship. You’re still just drooling over some dick that wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.”

Devi scoffed, as the wind left her sails. She knew Ben would be hurt, and she expected him to be jealous that she was spending time with Paxton. She didn’t expect him to say Paxton wouldn’t want anything to do with her. She didn’t expect him to imply that she wasn’t good enough for Paxton. Like Ben was doing her some great, big favor by dating her. Once a UN, always a UN, she guessed.

“You know, I came here ready to explain myself, ready to apologize. Maybe you’re right though. Maybe you’re the only one committed to this relationship. God knows, I don’t want to be in a relationship where it’s okay to talk to me like that.”

Ben’s eyes widened, and Devi watched the color drain from his face. “No, Devi, I didn’t mean” —

“You didn’t mean to, not accuse me of cheating on you, but instead, accuse me of so desperately wanting to cheat on you that I would be the lap dog to a different guy?”

Devi really thought Ben deserved an explanation. That was why she went to his house. She realized though, she didn’t owe him anything. Ben had been the constant ignition to Devi’s insecurities. She thought that would stop when they became boyfriend and girlfriend, but no. Instead, he wanted to keep them together by making her feel unwanted by anyone else. She knew better though.

“Devi” —

“You are seriously the textbook ‘nice guy,’ aren’t you?” She air quoted. “Well, I don’t need any of that. I think we’re done here.”

Ben is canceled.

Devi felt oddly satisfied when she sent the text to Fabiola and Eleanor. She thought she would feel guilty after their encounter, but honestly, she felt liberated. Ben had been there for her when no one else was, and he showed that he cared about her. Still, when confronted with the idea that she may want to spend time with someone else, he immediately turned on her. Red flag. Big red flag.

Her friends immediately made plans to have a sleepover at Eleanor’s the following night. They wanted all the details. When Devi happily supplied them, they encouraged her as enthusiastically as she expected.

“Yes, girl,” Eleanor cried, giving her snaps when she told them she wouldn’t let Ben talk to her that way.

“You’re a strong, independent woman, and you don’t need some small little white boy trying to keep you down,” Fabiola bolstered.

“Thanks, guys. That brings me to my next problem though.” And for the first time, she told her friends about when she and Paxton kissed, how her mom had yelled at them the next day and called Paxton stupid, and how he’d left her a voicemail because he’d come to see her while she was in Malibu with her family. They were shocked to say the least.

“So what’s your problem?”

“Wondering exactly how long the pole is that Paxton would touch you with?” Eleanor asked suggestively.

Nope, that is definitely not the issue, Devi thought as she recalled seeing Paxton in his underwear. No, she knew exactly how big a tent that pole could support. The question was, was she misinterpreting their relationship?

“No… I mean, do you think he could like me?”

“Well, he definitely liked you enough to kiss you, but you also chose Ben over him,” Fabiola recapped. “That’s a tough blow.”

“But he wants to spend time with Devi anyway,” Eleanor argued. “I mean, you guys have study sessions almost every afternoon.”

“Right,” Devi trailed off as she considered her encounters with Paxton since she and Ben started dating. How he’d been respectful of her relationship, never once putting Ben down or asking why she had decided to go out with him. She thought about what a good friend he’d been of late with their sessions. She thought about how close she felt to him, and how she wasn’t exaggerating their closeness like she had at the beginning of the school year. She didn’t need to dress up or fabricate the things he said or did to her anymore. Everything was really happening.

“Do you want us to come tomorrow and assess the situation?”

Devi considered Eleanor’s offer, but finally shook her head. “No, I think this is one I have to sort out myself.”

***

“Alright, who coined the term ‘Cold War’ in the British press in October 1954?” Devi asked, looking up at her companion.

“I don’t know… Russia?”

Her eyes narrowed. “No, George Orwell. You’re right, my reputation as a nerd and the best tutor in school is on the line.”

“Shut up, this stuff’s hard. We’re not all Devi Vishwakumar,” he bumped her with his elbow.

“You’re smart too though. How did you know all that stuff about Hinduism or phobias?”

“That’s different. That’s interesting stuff.”

Devi felt her cheeks heat up, and chose to stare at her textbook. Would Paxton find those things interesting if they weren’t directly related to her? Was it his way of saying that she was interesting or important to him? She chanced a glance toward him to see him was also very deliberately staring at his book. She briefly wondered why before he looked up sharply and slapped his knee.

“I guess we have a lot to get through then if we’re going to save your rep. Better get to it.”

“Yeah… for sure,” she said slowly before continuing to quiz him.

A couple hours, some poptarts and pizza rolls later, they had significantly improved Paxton’s knowledge of the subject matter. They both were thrilled with his progress.

“Okay, let’s come full circle,” Devi said. “Who coined the term ‘Cold War?’”

“George Orwell… in the British press… in 1954,” he finished sitting back in his chair confidently.

“Yes! Good job, dude. You picked up on this stuff, no problem!” She smiled.

“Well, you’re a good teacher,” he smiled back, leaning forward.

“You’re a good student,” she told him, biting her bottom lip and leaning forward towards him.

Paxton glanced at her lips briefly before licking his own. She thought, this was it. He was going to kiss her. Instead, Paxton blinked, his eyes staying closed a little longer than normal, and sighed before scooting his chair away from the table.

“Uh.. my parents won’t be home from work for a few hours, and Becca is at a friend’s house if you want to hangout some more,” he suggested, rubbing the back of his neck. “We could drag the slip n slide out?”

Devi smiled. “Umm… I think I’m ready for the next challenge.”

“Yeah?” Paxton asked disbelievingly. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I want to try.”

“Alright,” he smiled with a nod. “I’ll get changed and we’ll head out there.”

Once Devi was closed in the bathroom again, she pulled her suit out of her bag. Pink bikini, don’t fail me now.

After a quick change, and plucking any stray hairs, Devi opened the bathroom door to see Paxton waiting on the other side. Her confidence faltered as he took in her appearance. His brow nearly disappeared into his hairline, and she noticed him swallow before exhaling slowly.

“Is this okay?” She asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, totally okay,” he responded, finally meeting her eye. “I, uh, wanted to walk you out so we could avoid as strong a reaction as last time… We’re in this together, right?”

She nodded, appreciating his support. Together.

It seemed like such a good idea before. Before she was standing in front of a large container filled with water. Water that she would have to submerge herself in.

Already drowning in her own fear, Devi didn’t hear Paxton talking to her until she felt him take her hand.

“Hey, Devi,” he called, waving his other hand in her face. “Can you hear me?”

She blinked longer than usual to clear her head before finding his gaze again. “Yeah, sorry. I was just spiraling.”

“Listen, you don’t have to do this right now. There’s no pressure, okay?”

“I know,” she nodded, licking her lips apprehensively. “I want to do this. You won’t leave me, right?”

He smiled. “We’re in this together, Vishwakumar.”

With that, she carefully made her way up the steps, and stepped into the hot water. Paxton held her hand the whole way. The best part of using the hot tub? The heat further distracted her from her fear that she didn’t even realize Paxton was touching her for a moment. It wasn’t until she was sitting down and should have been relaxing that her anxiety began to spike again.

“Hey, breathe, okay? I’m right here,” Paxton’s hand slipped from hers to wrap around her shoulders.

Without thinking, without meaning to, Devi dropped her head into the crook of Paxton’s neck. Her arms clung to his waist desperately, willing her breathing to level out. She felt Paxton’s other arm come around to encircle her, and it had the very calming effect she assumed he intended. As her breathing returned to a normal pace, Devi found she felt almost sleepy. She felt warm, not because of the water, but inside. It was like her body was humming, like everything was fuzzy. She let out a deep sigh of relief, and felt Paxton shift slightly against her.

“Are you okay?” He whispered. She wondered if he could feel how peaceful things were in that moment. No, he probably just wanted to make sure she hadn’t passed out.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “This helps.”

“Yeah? Like watching me helps?”

“I can’t explain it, and I know it doesn’t make any sense especially because I’m such a disaster when we talk,” she rambled before taking a steadying breath, “but watching you, touching you, calms me down.”

Paxton took a shaky breath, and Devi pulled back slightly to look at him. His eyes were closed, cheeks flushed. She loved seeing him like this. Vulnerable, as though she affected him as much as he affected her. This time, she thought, I’ll kiss him.

Before Devi could lean forward, Paxton abruptly put space between them. One hand remained on her shoulder, but his head was hanging his eyes were closed.

“Devi,” he started before letting out a long sigh, “I am trying so hard. I mean, I love spending time with you and I want to be here for you. I want to be a good friend to you, but you’re killing me.”

“What?”

“You have a boyfriend,” he replied emphatically. “I don’t really know why, but you do. And all this,” he gestured between them, “feels a lot like cheating, and I’m not down for it.”

“Oh, no, no, no, no,” the words came tumbling out, “no, no, no. No, that’s on me. Paxton” —

“Devi, I like you,” he cut her off. “Not in the ‘I want to reinstate our sex agreement’ way, but like, I really like you. I hate studying! But you make it fun. I love the way you spit out that first five thoughts that pop into your head at any given moment. I love that you trust me to tell me your deepest fear that no one else knows, and I love that we’ve been able to work through it together. I don’t know if I can do this anymore though.”

“Sorry I didn’t interrupt, you really seemed like you were on a roll, but,” she paused to take another deep breath, “I don’t… have a boyfriend anymore.”

“What?”

“Things are different now. I broke up with Ben two days ago, and… I really like you too. I never wanted just sex from you. I just never thought we’d be here right now.”

“You don’t have a boyfriend?”

She shook her head, shyly looking down at the water. Her bottom lip found it’s way between her teeth, barely suppressing her smile. She felt his hand slip from her shoulder and snake it’s way around her waist. She looked up as he pulled her body into his so close that their breath mingled.

“Should we make another toast?” She asked nervously.

His forehead pressed against hers as he laughed. When he regained his composure, he looked in her eyes warmly. “Later.”

And for the second time, Paxton Hall-Yoshida’s lips were on hers, and it. was. electric. Somehow, it was even better than the first time. She felt everything else melt away, and it was just the two of them floating through space. Nothing else mattered for that moment. She wasn’t sure when she ended up in his lap, but she wound her arms around his neck all the same before her hands found his curly hair. Under other circumstances, she may have worried that her own hair had become so frizzy that he wouldn’t find her attractive. She realized though, she didn’t have to worry about that. No, as Paxton gripped her hips tighter, she knew very well that he was attracted to her.

This was everything she ever wanted, except it was better. Paxton’s hand came up to cradle her face as his tongue massaged hers in a way that made her spine tingle. Devi was so engrossed in having the greatest moment of her life, she didn’t hear the back door open.

“Wooooo!” Becca hollered as they jumped apart. “Finally!”

“Becca, get out of here!” Paxton yelled, splashing his sister. She laughed, making a comment about being safe as she went back inside.

“So… your sister’s home,” Devi said. They sat awkwardly for a moment before both breaking into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, mood ruined, I guess.”

“Well, I know one thing: this is the happiest I’ve felt in any body of water in a year.”

He huffed out a laugh, eyes finding his lap before meeting her gaze again. “Happy to help.”

<< Part 2

#never have i ever #devi vishwakumar #paxton hall yoshida #daxton #nhie #paxton x devi #devi x paxton #never have i ever netflix #writing

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Training Camp ft. Ikkei: Part 1 - Know Your Place

Pairing: Yandere Nekomata x Kuroo ft. Ikkei

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Sex Toys, Chastity Cage, Exhibitionism, Voyerism, Humiliation, Degradation, Objectification, Cock Warming, Sweat Kink, Overstimulation, Gangbang

Summary: Nekomata has special plans for Kuroo’s first New Year’s trip.

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A/N: Of course I need to dedicate this to @sawamooora #1 Ikkei stan.

Kuroo impatiently waits, brimming with excitement as he searches for the familiar sight of Nekomata’s car approaching, suitcase packed and ready to go besides him. It’s been months since their little relationship began and the pink cage around his cock and the plug nestled in his ass feel like second skin, bringing a sense of comfort to the younger man as he’s reminded of just who belongs to with every shift he feels against his sensitive cock and insides.

He’s always hated New Year’s, dreaded being forced to spend more time than he wanted to at home, in an empty house devoid of any real familial love other than a fond smile here or there from his grandparents. He doesn’t want to be ungrateful and he loves his grandparents, he really does, but the loneliness is tormenting, the emptiness and silence clawing and digging its way under his skin as the clock ticks down to midnight every year, with only him there to greet the new year, his grandparents already long fast asleep and his father nowhere to be found.

But this year...this year’s going to be different and he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face when a car honks at him from the street, practically skipping and almost tripping over his long legs as he shoves his suitcase into the trunk of his coach’s car and hops in the passenger seat.

Kuroo’s always been envious hearing his friends tell him about the fun celebrations their family did over the holiday, something green and ugly churning in his guts whenever someone rambled on and on about the amazing family trip they went on during the time off. But over time, as he got older, he had grudgingly come to terms that it’s just never something he’d ever experience, settling for the quiet dragging days he spent idling away in his bedroom instead.

So when Nekomata had asked him if he wanted to go away to the countryside with him over the New Years holiday during one of their post-coital cuddle session, he could hardly believe his ears, almost smacking the old man in the face with how quickly he turned to stare at him with wide hazel eyes before grinning and enthusiastically nodding his head. His body suddenly regained all of its energy despite how many orgasms had been coaxed out of him and he noisily pestered the older man with all types of questions about what they’d be doing and exactly where they were going, only shutting up with a gasp when a wrinkled hand reached down to circle his cum-filled hole, amused eyes staring at him as a finger slipped inside the loosened entrance.

“Well if you’ve recovered enough to make so much noise, let’s put that newfound energy and loud mouth to use.”

Needless to say, Kuroo didn’t get any answers that night.

And even now as they begin their long road trip, he still has no clue or hint of what’s in store for him.

Nekomata fondly smiles as Kuroo inquisitively looks around, pretty eyes sparkling with excitement and awe as he scurries around like a kitten exploring new territory, examining every inch of Ukai Ikkei’s peaceful training camp nestled among the woods of Miyagi. It’s a beautiful location, so different from the bustling city of Tokyo, hidden from prying eyes, only snow and barren trees visible for miles and miles. Perfect for what he has planned for his adorable pet and he laughs when Kuroo lays beside him that first night, pouting and whining about Nekomata not telling him that there were indoor volleyball courts here so he could pack accordingly.

He had wondered when Kuroo would bring it up and despite creaking bones, he eagerly makes his way to his own suitcase, pulling out a package he had purposefully kept hidden for this very moment, gleefully watching as the taller man curiously opened the bag. Not many things catch Kuroo off guard, so Nekomata watches in pride as the athlete’s jaw drops, almost reaching the ground as he realizes exactly what he’s staring down at.

The Nekoma captain knows it’s going to be a long weekend when he sees the vibrating butt plug innocently laying on top of a bundle of fabric, throat dry as he sets the toy aside and examines the soft bundle still inside, cock twitching in interest in its prison, a little whine stuck in his chest.

“Shouldn’t you thank me? Now you’ll be able to play all the volleyball you want this weekend. I even have some old friends visiting tomorrow who can join us.”

“It’s- That’s way too small! You want me to wear just this in front of other people?”

Hazel eyes pleadingly stare at the older man, but it’s no use and Kuroo pouts as Nekomata sternly stands his ground, reluctantly nodding his head and cuddling into his cushy chest when the coach uses his weakness against him, softly murmuring little praises about how good he’ll look, how he just wants to show off his handsome boy to everyone.

Doesn’t Kuroo want to make him happy?

He does! He does!

And despite how embarrassing it is, lean toned torso on display, cute nipples pebbled in arousal as Nekomata teasingly sucks the two peaks to attention, tiny bulge and ass cheeks practically hanging out of the skimpy black spandex shorts (really just glorified panties), Kuroo can’t help the pleased flush he feels spreading inside of him at how proud and hungrily Nekomata looks at him, whispering how gorgeous he is as he playfully prods and pushes the vibrating plug inside of Kuroo’s tight hole.

But it’s time to play a different game and Nekomata pulls the dazed boy after him, pretending nothing’s unusual about how he introduces the almost naked youngster to the rest of the senior citizens gathered on the indoor court, ignoring the leering looks they give the flustered athlete, biting back a smile at how veiny wrinkled hands roam and linger inappropriately across Kuroo’s body as they introduce themselves and greet the frazzled man.

He’s proud of how well Kuroo takes all the attention and the wandering touches, something akin to jealousy curling inside of him at how the messy haired man unconsciously leans into fingers that run along his nipples and sticks his ass out just a bit more when someone presses up behind him. Maybe he had trained his toy too well, but there’s no time to linger on it, not when everyone’s lining up on either side of the net and getting in game position.

Adrenaline pumps through Kuroo and he feels at home, almost forgetting the embarrassing outfit he has on as he gets ready to play like he always does, thinking to himself if maybe he should take it down a few notches, not wanting to hurt any of the frailer men around him. He sees a spiker jump in front of him and he leaps in the air, toned arms reaching up, ready to block the ball, but he yelps, mind going white as the vibrator inside of him is suddenly turned on, pressing relentlessly against his prostate and he falls on the ground in surprise.

Old faces crowd around him, rough hands helping him up, voices asking him if he’s okay, but it’s all background noise as he stares wide-eyed at Nekomata, heart racing at the smirk he receives in response, the flash of a remote peeking from his coach’s shorts solidifying his worst fears. But there’s nothing he can do, nothing he can say without letting everyone else around him know exactly what’s happening, that he’s traipsing around in public with a toy shoved inside of his ass like a slut. So he stays silent, plastering on a forced smile on his face as he reassures everyone he’s fine, unaware of the shared smirks behind his back, all of them in on Nekomata’s naughty little secret.

It only gets worse after that, the vibrations becoming unpredictable in timing and intensity, sometimes hitting him at the peak of his jumps, sometimes starting up in between plays, sometimes not moving at all, only making it so much worse when it does begin again after a longer pause than normal. His anticipation and anxiety only makes things worse and he knows he’s a mess, sluggish, sweating far too much for a simple game with old men, sloppy. But he grits his teeth, determined to make it through at least the first set before making up some excuse to leave and relieve himself.

Unfortunately Nekomata and company have different plans for him and when he once again jumps to block another spike, he can’t hold back the scream as the vibrations hit him full blast, not stopping even when he collapses on the ground, writhing and grabbing his ass, begging Nekomata to turn it off, uncaring of how everyone is watching the lewd spectacle he’s making of himself.

But it’s not Nekomata who hauls him up and he sobs as Ikkei snarls at him to stop whining, sneering at him for being a fucking whore who can’t live without a toy inside of him.

“How dare you waste all of our time by pulling shit like this? We’re here to play volleyball, not babysit a horny slut. So go make yourself useful, get off the fucking court, and be our little bench cock warmer since you clearly need something to always fill that slutty hole of yours.”

Kuroo can hardly register what’s happening, incoherently blabbering and drooling as the intense vibrations still relentlessly assault him, mindlessly following as Ikkei continues to drag him over to the metal bench, moaning as his pre-cum soaked shorts are pulled off of him. He petulantly whines when the plug is pulled out of him, immediately changing his tune and apologizing when Ikkei’s hands swat at his ass, rough palms humiliatingly spreading his ass cheeks apart, leaving his gaping fluttering hole on full view for everyone.

But when he’s positioned over Nekomata’s sitting form, trembling thighs bending as he’s shoved down on the cock he’s grown so familiar with, it feels like everything’s right in the world and a dopey smile spreads across his face when he bottoms out, the familiar weight and heat inside of him soothing his highstrung body. And suddenly he can care less about how the rest of the men are crowding around Nekomata and him on the excuse of being on a “water break”, greedy eyes taking in how Kuroo’s long legs splay wide open, pretty pink chastity cage out in the open, tight hole stuffed full of old man cock.

He doesn’t know how long he stays like that, body drunk on pleasure, jolted back to attention here and there by fingers that teasingly tweak and brush his nipples, a wrinkled hand easily fondling his cute little caged cock in one hand, a raspy voice mockingly tsking him for dripping so much sticky pre-cum everywhere.

The first set finishes and then there’s bickering as the other old men complain about how it’s unfair that only Nekomata gets a cock warmer when he sits out, demanding that Kuroo be passed around as a communal object. Nekomata is hesitant, surprisingly fierce possessiveness keeping him from readily agreeing. But when Ikkei urges him on, encouragingly asking his long-time friend things like “don’t you ever want to just sit back and watch?”, “don’t you want to see what your little pet looks like being split on multiple cocks?”, he can’t help the voyeuristic curiosity inside of him that ultimately has him acquiescing.

Kuroo doesn’t know how many times he’s passed around, doesn’t care, mind only able to think of being full, uncaring of how or by who.

Sometimes he’s made to face the game, fingers prodding his face, palms gently slapping his cheeks until he’s paying attention, forced to keep track of points, punished by vicious pulling and twisting of his aching nipples and smacks to his pathetically imprisoned cock when he says the wrong numbers or forgets to say anything at all after a point is scored.

Sometimes he’s made to face the player whose cock is splitting him apart, coaxed into sloppily making out with chapped lips, the scent of elderly bodies filling his nostrils, the wet sound of tongues and mouths tangling together echoing in his ears, bony hands digging into his bare ass.

He thinks he may have passed out once or twice, maybe even a few times, only to wake up moaning, tears in his eyes as arousal and denial mix and meld in a painfully intoxicating cocktail inside of him. All he needs, all he wants is to bounce on the cocks shoved inside of him to his heart’s content, desperate even for the lackluster untouched prostate orgasms he’s limited to with his chastity cage still firmly locked. But anytime he tries to even shift his hips, every time he even breathes louder than normal, he’s scolded and vulnerable inner thighs are meanly pinched until he stays still like a good toy.

It’s all a frustratingly dizzying experience, time and space blurring in Kuroo’s mind, brain turning off as he allows himself to just submerge in the feeling of being passed around and used, allowing himself to just let go and be the mindless sex toy they want him to be. But he’s snapped back to reality by a sudden inability to breathe and piercing coldness across his entire torso, muffled squealing filling the air as he’s laid face down on the cold metal bench, Ikkei’s cock breaching his mouth further and further, Nekomata sinking balls deep inside of his loose ass, both men surrounding him, their legs spread on either side of the bench, caging him in between them.

As his mouth is stretched painfully wide, nose brushing against Ikkei’s lower stomach, gray scratchy hairs tickling his face, ass full, Nekomata’s hands playfully kneading and groping his toned buttcheeks, any humane part left in his sex-crazed mind shatters. All he knows is serving and pleasure and he happily moans as his bare flat back is used as a table for sweaty towels, soaked fabric carelessly tossed on top of him. An especially drenched towel is thrown over his head and he deeply inhales, the salty heavy smell of sweat intermingling with the musk of Ikkei’s groin only dragging him further down a path he’ll never be able to recover from.

He could live happily just like that for the rest of his life, filled on both ends, white cotton fabric acting as a blindfold, encasing him in the pungent scent of his tormentors, reminding him just how far he’s fallen. But his owners have different plans, ignoring his little complaining mewls from being left empty and unfulfilled as Ikkei and Nekomata pull out of him. The towel still around his face prevents him from seeing anything, but a delighted smile slips on his face at the feeling of something prodding at his entrance, a content sigh escaping him when the familiar vibrating plug is pushed back into him, eyes closing and focusing on the soothing feeling of being filled once again.

But that comfort is short lived and he screams, a panicked overwhelmed keen that makes the men around him laugh as the vibrator is suddenly turned onto its highest setting, the borderline unbearable intensity against his relentlessly stimulated prostate driving him crazy, body writhing and convulsing in agonized bliss, fat tears and drool making a mess of his face. Yet that doesn’t stop his audience from meticulously pulling back up his ridiculously tiny booty shorts, pulling the material snugly high up on Kuroo’s hips, locking the plug even more firmly in place, slapping the captain’s perky ass for good measure and prodding at the toy inside of him through the stretchy fabric as he continues shaking and trembling, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out.

The towels that had been strewn about his body and head all lie rumpled and discarded on the ground, thrown off by the younger man’s chaotic movements, and the group of men watch in awe and lust, veiny wrinkled hands pumping their useless old cocks at how broken their little toy looks. He barely looks human. He definitely doesn’t sound human. And it only makes the desire in their aged bodies grow that much more, pride and power swelling inside of them at how much control they still have, despite their numbered days, over a bright and powerful young thing like Kuroo Tetsurou.

Gangbangs? They’re a young men’s game. But as they stare at the now cum covered man still sobbing and wailing as the vibrator inside of him continues its relentless assault, slobbering all over their cocks and fingers as they make sure not to let a drop of their sticky liquid go to waste. They can’t help but give themselves a pat on the back for their successful attempt, yawning and slowly walking away on aching legs and hips, bones creaking and cocks exhausted from being used so thoroughly after almost decades of no action.

Kuroo makes to get up, confusion in dazed hazel eyes as he tries to follow the pack, whimpering as every move he makes only makes the vibrations inside of him hit different angles. But he’s gently shoved back down by two pairs of hands and he bewilderedly pants, turning his attention towards Nekomata and Ikkei, gasping when they each toy with one perky nipple as they amusedly observe him.

“And where do you think you’re going, Tetsurou? There’s water bottles, towels, and all this equipment that still needs to be packed up and stored away. I’m not turning off your little toy until everything is cleaned up, understand? So better get to it.”

Tears stream down his face at the stern words, dismayed eyes taking in just how much of a mess there’s left for him to clean, realization that his torment has hardly begun sinking in. But he shakily nods and two pairs of eyes watch in sick fascination as their little slut begins to move around, breathy gasps and lewd moans interspersed with his actions, stumbling and panting like a cat in heat.

It’s going to be a great training camp.

#haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu #yandere nekomata #nekomata x kuroo #ikkei x kuroo

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weirdfetishes123 · 3 years

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Expansion experiment - deviantart

Today was finally the day. I was going to test the formula that I had been developing for months in front of an audience of my fellow students and professors. I was a graduate student at a prestigious university and have devoted my studies to developing a compound that will make a man’s musculature expand without him having to work out. I believed I had finally figured it out, and had gotten permission to test the muscle-expansion formula in front of an audience of my peers. My test subject was a guy named Dan, he was a couple years younger than me, 23, and had a sweet face with brown hair and warm brown eyes. Dan was about 6’ tall, but he was very skinny and his clothes always hung off his lanky frame. I had even seen him in our university gym a few times trying to lift weights, but his form was terrible and he never got anywhere. We had gotten to know each other a little bit and he had taken an interest in my research. When I asked him if he’d be interested in testing my experimental muscle-growth formula his face lit up and he agreed almost before I had finished speaking. Now I was standing on the stage in the auditorium with my materials wearing a blue button down, khakis, and a purple tie. The room had filled with about twenty professors and eighty students who were all eager to see if my muscle growth formula would actually work. If it transformed him the way I was intending it would revolutionize the fitness industry worldwide, but it all depended on this test. I motioned for Dan to come up on stage. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked him softly, "This formula is still unproven. “I’ve never been more ready for anything,” the skinny guy replied, “I’m ready to get huge!” And he flexed his skinny arms. “Okay, great!” I smiled at him and out at the audience. “Take off your outer clothes. Dave suddenly looked a little nervous, and his eyes darted around the auditorium, but he took a deep breath and removed his shirt, shoes, and pants. He was left standing only in a pair of blue spandex briefs that I had given him earlier. Even the tight briefs seemed oversized for his skinny body. “Okay, now this is as simple as putting on sunscreen,” I said, and got out a gallon-jug of a white oily substance. I rolled up my sleeves and coated my hands in the cream. “This is the stretch-cream I’ve created,” I explained, “I’m going to coat his skin with it and it will ensure his skin expands safely and evenly as his muscles grow.” I then rubbed the substance all over Dan’s chest, back, arms, and legs, making sure every inch of his skin was covered. I then made Dan coat his hands in the stretch cream and reach into his briefs and get his package and ass thoroughly coated in the substance. He looked shiny, as if he was turning into latex, but the shine on his skin was fading as the stretch cream dried and was absorbed into him. “Okay Dan, you can now put this tank top and gym shorts on,” I said, handing the skinny man some loose athletic clothes. “Now it’s time for the main event!” I said excitedly to the audience, “This man is about to go from a skinny twig to the size of a world champion bodybuilder!” The audience murmured and a few clapped, but most were still skeptical. Many of them clearly thought my research was nonsense, but Dan smiled, “I can’t wait!” he said. I then got out a small glass vial of formula I had been holding in my pocket. Years of labor and research had gone into producing it. If I was right this little vial of liquid was going to pump Dan's muscles up to superhuman size. I handed him the vial, he gulped it down, the whole room waited in tense silence for several seconds. “Oh man, I feel tingly,” Dan said, “I feel it spreading all through my body.” The whole auditorium had gone quiet as if everyone was holding their breath. Then it began.

First, Dan’s chest started to become more three-dimensional, his pecs suddenly taking on some volume and rising up from his flat torso. Then his scrawny arms began to swell as his biceps and triceps morphed from practically non-existent to Olympic weightlifter size. His neck quickly thickened as it became wider than his head . "Look, it's working!" I couldn't help but yell. I was over the moon, my tireless research was actually paying off. "Damn he's hulking out!" Someone from the audience yelled. "Woah I'm getting huge!" Dan said, "This is nuts! I can feel my body pumping up!" Dan's thighs were expanding like muscular tree trunks, and the shorts he was wearing were quickly being stretched to their limit. Even his tank top was now shrink wrapped over his expanding abdominals and melon-sized pecs. Soon we could hear the threads of his clothes start to strain and pop. Suddenly his tank gave up the fight and burst off his superhuman torso, revealing every bulge and crease of his incredibly defined and growing muscles. A couple seconds later his shorts also ripped apart leaving him only in the tiny blue briefs. His ass had swollen up as wide and round and firm as a pair of bowling balls, and it looked like you cold balance a wine glass on top of it. We could also now see what the formula had been doing to Dan's package. His cock and balls were shrink wrapped in the stretchy blue fabric, and had also clearly been affected by his growth. His dick, which I knew had been pretty unremarkable earlier now looked like a 10" python and fat as a Coke can. His balls were bigger than eggs and rapidly approaching the size of tennis balls. I hadn't anticipated this happening to his package, but clearly he wasn't upset with this side effect. I just hoped the stretchy briefs managed to hold on. Dan's body was magnificent, his waist had barely grown since his expansion began, but his chest had literally quadrupled in size. His skin stretched tight over his enormous muscles, and I swear I could have fit my entire hand between his ballooning pecs. His biceps and shoulders were like powerful cannonballs and his arms were almost as thick as my waist. His proportions didn't even look real, he was like a comic book superhero brought to life. I was going to be rich and famous, every man in the world was going to want a body like Dan. “This is awesome!!!” Dan yelled, and a bunch of guys in the audience jumped up and applauded. Bot then as Dan flexed and posed I noticed something strange. His washboard stomach, which was covered in tight bulging abdominal muscles, was suddenly looking a little rounder than it should. Within a couple seconds it almost looked as if he had a roid gut or was a bodybuilder who had taken too much growth hormone. This wasn't supposed to happen. A few seconds later I noticed his ass was swelling up faster and faster, looking disproportionately round and straining the stretchy briefs. Unfortunately I wasn’t the only guy in the room who noticed this new development. “What’s happening to his gut?!” Someone yelled, “He’s getting fatter now!” "Oh no, no, no," I whispered under my breath. Dan’s hands immediately dropped and went to his belly which was now pushing out further than his pecs and was getting rounder by the second. He felt his expanding midsection and looked over at me in panic. “What the hell is happening to me?!!” he yelled. “Shit! I - I - - don’t know!” I stammered. By now Dan was looking like an off-season bodybuilder who had massively overeaten. Every part of his huge body was puffing up and his new muscles were losing their definition. “There’s something wrong with the formula!” “He’s blowing up like a balloon!” Someone yelled. Dan was starting to look like an overblown olympic powerlifter or a champion Sumo wrestler who had just come off an eating binge. His waistline couldn’t have been more than 32” five minutes ago, and now it had to be at least 80” around.

“Help me! Please!” Yelled Dan becoming more and more frantic, but there was nothing I or anyone could do. His abs were now totally gone and his belly had expanded to the size of a yoga ball. His pecs were swelling up as big as ripe watermelons and were starting to push into his chin. I watched as his globular ass expanded rounder and rounder, until his blue briefs were just a straining thong buried deep between his ballooning cheeks. It was like watching bread dough rise. Dan was practically crying, “I don’t want to be a fatass!” “Well, technically it’s not fat,” I said, “The formula was designed to pump up your muscles with a special inert gas, and it must be overproduction of that gas in your body that is causing you to expand like this. So really you’re not getting fatter. You’re inflating with air. People in the audience gasped. “What the hell?!” yelled Dan, “So you’ve turned me into a balloon?!” “We-...” SNAP! I was cut off my the huge noise Dan’s briefs made as they finally burst off his expanding body. Dan’s torso was far too round for him to see it, but the rest of us now saw his inflated package in full view. His cock had blown up to almost two feet long and wider than a two liter soda bottle. I didn’t know if he was aroused or if it was just the pressure in his body, but his manhood stood straight out and was slapping the underside of his ballooning belly. His nuts were now the size of soccer balls and were throbbing as they grew. “Holy shit his dick is bigger than my leg!” Someone in the audience yelled. By now Dan’s back was starting to round out to match the curve of his enormous belly. His bloated limbs looked like overstuffed sausages and it was becoming impossible for him to move them. I could hear his skin creaking like overstretched latex. “Oh my god the pressure!” Dan yelled. “I feel like I’m gonna blow! Someone help me!” I walked up to the panicked ballooning man and put my hands on his belly, his skin was so tight and I could feel him getting wider and wider as if he was hooked up to a powerful air pump. His huge cock pressed against my stomach and I realized that he was getting taller as he expanded. Dan was at least seven feet tall now and almost that same width. I looked up at Dan as his head began to be fixed in place by his swollen torso, “I coated you with enough stretch cream to put you through a taffy puller. I promise you’re not going to explode into pieces. Now keep calm and take some deep breaths, and everything will be okay soon.” Dan winced but he seemed to calm down a little bit. I realized his feet were no longer touching the ground and he was just resting on the curve of his inflating body. His limbs had puffed up into bloated cones and were becoming shorter and shorter as his body rounded out. Even his hands and fingers puffed up like balloon animals as they filled with air. Dan was now totally round. The skinny young man had been transformed into an 8 ft tall ball of tight inflated flesh. A couple more seconds and his hands and feet were just bloated divots on the sphere while his cock swelled to almost 4 ft long and smacked the lower hemisphere of his body. Then, with one last groan, Dan abruptly stopped expanding. “Phew.” I muttered.The room was in shocked silence. All these guys had just witnessed a man take my formula, then swell up like a bodybuilder before blimping out into a helpless human ball. Dan looked tired, but relieved. He still looked like one more breath could push the pressure too far and burst him, but for now he was in one piece and wasn’t swelling. “W- w- well everyone,” I stammered, “this has certainly been an unforeseen effect of the formula.” “You blew this guy up to within an inch of his life!” Someone in the audience yelled, “He was supposed to look like a bodybuilder not a blimp!” “Clearly I have research still to do,” I said.

"I certainly hope you'll be able to return this young man to his original form," one of the older professors said to me sternly, "otherwise there could be severe issues for your research going forward." He walked up on stage, rubbed Dan’s inflated side, sighed, and walked out of the auditorium. I gulped. The auditorium slowly emptied, with a few guys walking to to touch Dan's inflated body and take notes. He just sat there whimpering or moaning. Finally the room was empty and it was just me and the man I had blown up. “Let’s go big boy,” I said. I rolled Dan’s inflated body down the long wide corridor to my lab, trying to ignore the stares and gasps from my colleagues. Once we were back in the large lab I looked up at him, "So how do you feel?" I asked. "I - I - I feel so b- big," Dan stammered. "Are you in pain?" I asked "No," the ballooned boy relied, "definitely no. I feel pressurized. I feel like if the pressure in me got any stronger I'd burst into a million pieces. But it actually feels… kinda… good. "Feels good?!" I asked. "Y-yea," he replied, "it's like my whole body has a hard-on. My skin is so sensitive. Just feeling your hands rolling me just now made me want to cum." Damn, I would never have expected that. Dan was horrified a few minutes ago, but now it was almost as if he was enjoying the feeling of being gassy and round. "Well I still need to try and deflate you," I said, "is that okay?” "I guess so," Dan muttered in response. For the next hour I tried everything I could think of to get the air out of Dan, but nothing worked. I put hoses in his mouth and ass and tired to suck the gas out, but as soon as he appeared to be shrinking he swelled right back up faster than I could pump the gas out. I even tired getting him to ejaculate the air, and I stroked his huge engorged cock until his round body shook and he started moaning from the pleasure. Then a strong jet of gas came shooting out of his dick. His body was deflating, the pressure in him going down, his skin becoming less tight. I keep stroking him and the gas kept coming out. Within a minute he was back down to almost his original height and no longer perfectly spherical. I was so hopeful. "That's it buddy! Let's get that gas pumped out of you!" I said. Dan just kept morning. But then the jet of air issuing from his cock began to slow. In a few seconds it had stopped entirely, and Dan still looked like an overinflated sumo wrestler. "I feel it coming back." He said. It was almost as if he was taunting me. He was smiling. I realized he was re-inflating, and in another minute he had swollen back up as big and round as he had ever been. "Shit." I said. I realized then that as Dan had blown back up my cock was also expanding. For some reason watching this man inflate like a balloon had me incredibly around again. I stroked Dan's blimped up dick again, "I'm afraid you might be stuck like this," I said. He just moaned and muttered "fuck yeah." Suddenly someone banged on the lab door. I almost jumped out of my skin. I inched the huge laboratory door open and my jaw dropped. It was Brian, the captain of the wrestling team, one of the most muscular and drop-dead gorgeous men I had ever met. He was basically a celebrity on campus, and hundreds of men and women lusted after him. Brian’s broad powerful shoulders and 6’5” frame filled my field of view as did at least 250 pounds of pure muscle. His blonde hair was spiked up and cut into a fade on the sides, and his electric blue eyes pierced into me. “Hey man, whats up,” he said smiling down at me, and he pushed his way past me into the lab. Brian stood in front of Dan’s bloated round body. He ran his hand along the man’s inflated sides, he paced around the distended man as if he was inspecting a racehorse. Then he turned and looked me straight in the eye. “I watched that show you put on earlier. I saw you turn this twerp into a living blimp. I watched as he swelled up bigger and rounder until he was on the edge of bursting. I gulped, “Yeah?” I said, “the experiment didn't go the way I wanted.”

Brian stepped closer to me, his strong arms gripped my shoulders and he leaned in until I could feel his hot breath against my ear. “I think it went perfectly,” he said, “watching this boy blow up was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I thought my dick was going to burst through my pants I was so hard.” “Are you serious?” I said. “Totally,” Brian whispered in my ear, I could smell his masculine sweaty odor and sweet cologne all around me. “And I want you to do the same thing to me.” “Wa-what??” I stammered. “You heard me,” Brian said looking me right in the eyes and leaning in so close our noses almost touched. “I want you to blow my body up like a giant human balloon. I want to feel the gas inside of me filling me up, puffing me out, making me expand into the biggest man in history. This is my deepest fantasy and you’re going to make it happen.” I couldn’t believe it, Brian the star athlete wanted to become a blimp. The man who looked like he could have a career as a fitness model wanted to be inflated by me. I had to admit to myself that the idea of Brian blowing up into a helpless balloon made me incredibly horny. I looked up at him straight in the eyes, “Are you sure you really want this???” I gulped, “I may never be able to deflate you down to normal size again.” Brian paused. He put his hands on his hips and looked up at the massive blimp that Dan had become. He was thinking hard. "Once you're blown up it will mean no more life as a wrestling captain, no more athletic scholarship," I said, "No more hard muscular body, no more flexing for all the girls and boys. You'll be a helpless balloon like Dan, and that will be your life from now on." Brian was thinking hard, his eyes darting between me and Dan. Maybe he didn’t realize that I couldn’t just deflate him back to normal. "How does it feel big boy?" He asked, rubbing a hand against Dan's swollen belly. “I feel so goooood!” Dan suddenly said. “You know, fuck it,” Brian said taking a deep breath. “I’m ready to be pumped up huge. And way bigger than this guy. That’s the body I want. It’s what I’ve always truly wanted.” I couldn't believe he was for real. “Okay man, well, take your clothes off so I can rub the stretch cream on you.” Brian then took off his polo shirt and jeans. I realized he had been wearing his spandex wrestling singlet under his clothes. I had seen Brian compete at wrestling matches before but I had never seen him in his singlet this close. His body was unbelievable, every muscle was hyper defined and as muscular as a greek god, and the bulge in the spandex between his legs was almost obscene. It looked like he had equipment that would put most porn stars to shame, I could see every detail of his thick round cockhead through the singlet. “I’m not taking my singlet off,” he said and winked at me. I realized he wanted to stretch the suit as far as it would go. I reached under the tight stretchy fabric of Brian’s singlet to rub the stretch cream on his muscular body. The man was so jacked, the spandex clung to him like a second skin. His muscles felt as hard as smooth warm stones, and I felt them flex and ripple as I rubbed the cream on him. His abs were like cobblestones, his pecs were perfectly round and already stretched his skin tight. I ran my hands over his hard nipples that pointed straight down. I felt myself getting hard as I rubbed every inch of this god-like musclestud, pressing myself into his bubbled ass. “Mmm, feels good man,” Brian said.

I then reached under his singlet from behind to get the stretch cream on his hefty package. His balls were so big, just one of them filled my palm, they were like ripe plums. His cock was even more impressive, I couldn’t even get my hand around it, and it had to be at least 8 inches soft. I could feel it twitch and begin to get chubby as I fondled it and covered it with the serum. I then stepped back and reached behind him to cover the smooth round domes of his ass. It felt like his ass had been carved from warm marble it was so round and firm. I reached between his cheeks and felt them swallow my whole hand, his intense heat radiating against me. Once he was covered I stepped back and looked up at him. He smirked. “You enjoy that?” He asked, looking at the unavoidable bulge in my slacks. I realized his cock was now totally boned up too, and the 11 inch monster was straining the fabric of his singlet. “You’ve got an incredible body.” I said. “I really do,” Said Brian, flexing and lifting his arms into a double bicep pose, “And it’s about to get even more incredible. Blow me the fuck up.” I went over to my desk, grabbed another vial of formula and handed it to him. “You’re sure?” I asked. “I want to be fucking huge!” Brian yelled as he gulped the formula down. Within seconds Brian’s impressive muscles were already becoming bloated and engorged. “This feels amazing!” He yelled, flexing his swelling arms and pecs, “My whole body feels electric!” In seconds Brian’s muscles were superhuman size, his pecs were three times their normal width and were already almost up to his chin. His arms were twice as wide as his waist and his biceps looked as big as soccerballs. His quilted abs were fighting for space to expand on his tiny belly and were stretching his singlet tighter and tighter. The poor suit’s straps were already straining trying to cover Brian’s overblown pecs and monster shoulders. “Fuck yeah!” Brian yelled, “I’m like a titan!” It was true, if the formula had initially pumped Dan up into a bodybuilder it was pumping Brian’s already muscled body up like the hulk. But I knew what was coming next. “I hope you’re ready for the side effects,” I said. The overblown muscle man loomed up over me, his swelling cock tenting the straining fabric of his singlet. “I’ve never been more ready for anything,” Brian said, patting his magnificent abs. Then, like clockwork, Brian’s belly began to puff up under his meaty hand. “Fuck yeah, here we go!” He yelled as his abs gave way to a round roid gut. His limbs were quickly losing their muscular definition as the gas kept pumping all through his body. “I’m really blowing up!” He said laughing, “This feels incredible! I’m gonna be enormous.” Brian was expanding much faster than Dan had. Within a few moments his distended belly was approaching yoga ball size, and he looked more and more like an overblown sumo. Suddenly his singlet burst off of his swelling body with a tremendous snap, leaving the ballooning muscle man totally naked. He wasn't so big yet that he couldn’t walk, but it was becoming more of a waddle. “Well that was bound to happen!” He laughed, patting his enormous gut. Taking a few steps towards Dan he reached around his expanding belly and grabbed his cock, which was now bigger than a fire extinguisher. With some awkward steps around his swelling thighs, Brian rolled Dan forward against a wall so that the first balloon boy’s ass was facing us. “What are you doing?!” Yelled Dan, unable to see what was happening. “Grab me that stretch cream shit!” Yelled Brian. I did what he asked and brought it over. The inflating jock then rubbed more of the cream on his swelling cock and Dan’s ass. I suddenly realized what his plan was as he placed the tip of his engorged manhood against Dan’s hole and braced his hands up on the round boy’s sides. “What are you doing?!” Yelled Dan. Brian just grunted and slammed his inflating cock into the balloon boy’s hole.

Both of them moaned. It was almost like Dan was screaming. I saw Brian’s round expanding belly press and squish against Dan’s rounded side. It sounded like two latex balloons rubbing against each other as Brian plowed Dan. The bulges and curves of their gas-filled bodies pressing into each other, while they bounced and vibrated. “Fuck I can feel your cock blowing up inside of me!” Dan yelled. “Fuck yeah,” Said Brian, “And it’s got so much growing to do still.” By now Brian’s inflating body was making it difficult for him to keep fucking Dan. His Belly was bigger than a yoga ball and was getting more and more difficult to squeeze between Brian and Dan’s side. It was bulging out to the side and fighting for room to expand. His limbs no longer had any muscular definition at all, they just looked like four bloated sausages, and Brian’s inflating pecs were making it more and more difficult for him to turn his head. His cock was still logged deep inside of Dan though, and his balls were approaching the size of watermelons. Brian looked over at me, and I realized he could no longer move his body enough to keep thrusting. “Well don’t just stand there you idiot!” He yelled at me, “Help us!” He then looked down at his own ballooning ass and arched his back as best he could. I knew what I had to do. I walked over to the two balloon men, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, undoing my belt, and stepping out of my slacks. I slid my briefs down revealing my own ample cock and coated it in the skin stretch cream. I heard Brian lick his puffy lips. I then pressed my cock between Brian’s turgid ass cheeks, his soft warm skin as round and firm as two yoga balls. “Do it!” yelled Brian, and I pressed myself as hard as I could against his puffy body as far as I could go. I felt the tip of my cock enter his hot swollen hole. It was incredible. I moaned. I had never felt anything like this before. Brian was so tight, it was like the gas pumping into him was making his ass tighter by the second. I could literally feel him blowing up around me. I began to thrust and push against Brian’s inflating body, with my entire body pressed against his swollen back, my arms wrapped around him as far as I could reach. It was like fucking a huge warm rubber balloon, with every push and thrust he’d squish and bounce back. “Yes! Deeper! Deeper! Pump me up!” Brian yelled. As I fucked and bounced against Brian as he inflated, his engorged cock was still deep inside Dan. Dan was squished up against the wall and every time I thrust into Brian it pushed Brian’s cock deeper into him. I could see Dan’s tight balloon flesh bouncing and vibrating as he was plowed by Brian getting plowed by me. I could only imagine how big Brian’s cock had blown up inside of him. “Yeah you’re fat fuckblimp!” Brian yelled at Dan as their inflated bodies bounced off each other in unison. “You’re just gonna get blown up and fucked stupid forever!” “So are you big boy.” I said to Brian, pushing my cock as far into his inflating ass as I could. “Fuck yeah I am!” Brian yelled, “And I’m gonna be the biggest fuckblimp anyone has ever seen!” By now Brian was almost totally round, his limbs were getting shorter by the second and his hands and feet had puffed up into useless divots. His back had rounded out and his enormous asscheeks were becoming less prominent on his increasingly spherical body. It was actually making fucking him much easier, and I could get my whole cock inside of him without being blocked by his puffy cheeks. But his hole was getting tighter and tighter and I could feel the pressure in him getting higher and higher. Brian was now so huge and round I couldn’t see Dan even if I leaned around, and I realized that Brian was definitely bigger than Dan. He had clearly realized it too. “I’m so much bigger than you now you little blimp runt!” He said, “How’s it feel getting fucked by a man who’s ballooned up bigger than you can ever hope to be?!”

I just heard Dan moan, I knew he was squished between the wall and Brian’s enormous sphere of a body, while the former wrestler’s monster cock was filling him up from the inside. By now I was just fucking the curved wall of Brian’s enormous ball of a body, and he had to be well over ten feet tall. Then, I felt the pressure in him begin to slow, and his skin stopped pushing out against me. The balloon was full. With one last great thrust I pushed into his inflated ass and came. Within seconds Brian was cumming too. The whole enormous balloon shook and vibrated, and I could hear him gasping and moaning. It was like an earthquake inside his huge body. I stood back and suddenly saw Dan blowing up bigger and bigger. He was yelling and basically delirious from the pressure being pumped into him. I was worried Dan was going to explode, the pressure from Brian cumming in him might be too great. I could see Brian shrinking as Dan got wider and taller. Then, with one final surge of growth, it was over. Amazingly both blimp boys were now about the same size, ten feet tall and wide. With some effort I pushed and rolled Brian until his ballooned-up dick was freed from Dan’s ass. His manhood had blown up to about six feet long, two feet thick, and seven feet around. His huge turgid balloon balls were at least four feet in diameter, and still throbbing. Dan just moaned and rolled backwards. "Fuck that was incredible," Brian said, "I just want to be blown up bigger and bigger." "I'm going to keep you nice and huge," I said. “You’re my balloon now.” and I rubbed my hand against his monster cock. "But I don't want to be kept in this back room," Brian said, suddenly defiant "I said I wanted to be a balloon, not your exercise ball. I want you to roll me out of this building into the middle of campus, tie me down, and pump me up with helium until I float like I'm in the Macy's parade. Then everyone will get to see my awesome body." "I can't do that!" I yelled, "I can't bring a naked balloon man out into the middle of campus! The spectacle with Dan in the auditorium earlier was bad enough." Brian stared down at me from the top of the 10 ft ball that was his body. His blue eyes piercing right into me. "You're going to do what I want and here's why," he said, "the surveillance cameras saw me come in here, and there's no way you can sneak me out of here without being seen. If you don't do what I want, next time someone sees me I'll tell them you drugged me, held me hostage, and blew me up against my will. You'll lose your research funding, be kicked out of this university, and probably get arrested. If you do what I want then I'll tell everyone who sees me that you're a scientific genius and letting you inflate me was the best decision I ever made." Fuck. Even now Brian was cocky as hell. I knew he was right, there was no way to hide this, Dan was a nobody but everyone on campus knew Brian. He winked at me. "Okay big boy," I said, "Fine. If you want to be blown up for the world to see, I'll do it." I said, putting my pants back on. "Fuck yeah you will," Brian said. I strapped a helium tank and some ropes into my backpack to bring outside. With that I squeezed Brian’s enormously inflated body through the lab’s oversized doors and rolled the ten foot naked ball down the wide corridor. People stopped and gasped, but I faced forward and pushed Brian out of the building and into the lawn at the center of campus. “Oh my god! He’s blown another guy up!” I heard someone yell. “This one is even bigger than the first!” another added. “Wait?! Is that Brian?! The captain of the wrestling team?!” “He’s the hottest guy in school! And you blew him up like a balloon?!” “That guy’s our teammate! He’s and all star wresteler and now he’s fat as fuck!” “Holy shit! Brian’s dick has swelled up bigger than me!” A crowd was forming around us and I realized I could be in a lot of trouble. Then Brian spoke up.

“Calm down guys! This was my idea! I’m going to be the biggest man in history and get dressed up in uniform and floated above every pep rally and football game this university hosts! I fucking love being blown up! You guys gotta try it!” “He asked you to do this to him?” A suspicious young guy asked me. “He sure did,” I replied, winking, “And I’m happy to make you just as big.” The guy’s eyes got as wide as saucers and he took a step back. I laughed. “Well what the fuck are you waiting for?!” Brian yelled, “I’m supposed to be a balloon so get me off the ground!” With that I tied ropes around Brian’s puffy feet and handed them to a couple of his wrestling teammates who had crowded nearby. I then took the helium tank off my back and hooked up the hoses. The other end I slid into Brian’s distended ass where my cock had been a few minutes earlier. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” One of the wrestlers asked. “Fuck yeah! Now blow me the hell up!” Brian yelled, and I switched on the gas. Within moments Brian was again inflating at a rapid pace. The crowd took a step back as his spherical body grew wider and taller and his head hands and feet seemed to grow smaller and smaller. His cock and balls however kept pace and ballooned up with his body, and soon his dick was bigger and wider than a huge plush sofa. A couple guys actually jumped on it and straddled it as it grew. Brian passed 15 ft, 18 ft, 20 ft, and the gas kept pumping into his ass and he still sat on the ground. Maybe all his earlier muscle mass was holding him down. I could hear him whimpering and groaning as his stretchy flesh strained against the growing pressure. Then gradually, as he passed 25 ft tall, Brian started to lift off the ground. “Holy shit it’s really happening!” The guys straddling his dick said, quickly jumping off as he rose up into the air. I turned off the helium pumping into his ass, and the wrestling teammates holding his ropes slowly let them out until he floated about twenty feet over us. Brian looked like a new planet floating in the middle of campus and his proud cock and balls stood right out from his spherical body. His cockhead and balls were now easily the size of small cars and the skin on them was incredibly tight from the enormous gas pressure in him. From way above us we heard Brian gasp, “Fuck yeah! I’m the biggest balloon in history! I want everyone to see me! And tomorrow blow me up even bigger!” The wrestlers tied Brian’s ropes down, and people walked around the field gawking and taking pictures of the muscular young man who had been transformed into an enormous naked balloon full of helium. I guess he could be pretty popular at games and rallies, as long as they put some stretchy outfit on him to cover up his inflated junk, and he was loving all the attention he was getting. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was one of the other wrestlers who had held the ropes while Brian blew up and floated off the ground. I figured he wanted to punch me for turning his star teammate into a helpless blimp. But he didn’t. “Hey man,” He said, “I saw what you did to Brian, getting him huge and making him fly. And I was wondering… well, could you do that to me?” I suddenly imagined this athlete bursting out of his clothes and swelling up into a sexy man balloon to be rolled, fucked, and floated. I put my hand on his shoulder, “Come back to my lab with me,” I said, and led him into the building.

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Lockdowns are ending and the summer will soon be here: this is a story to remind us all of what we can look forward to

Pool Party

Cat’s best friend Anna had invited her and James to a party at one of her fellow swim club members’ houses. He had a pool so swim suits needed and bring any drinks etc that she wanted. Anna knew they both enjoyed a good party, had bikini bodies and were fun to be around. Anna quietly fancied James and she knew that 2 or 3 of her clubs' guys thought Cat was smoking hot, so for them to see her in her swim suit would be a big turn on.

Knocking on the door James gave Cat a quick kiss, both looking forward to the party, wine and beers in a bag, costumes on under their clothes. Her brown hair was tied up in a pony, her pert young body glowing from the summer sun. The door was opened by an Adonis, tall, super trim and swimmer fit, not an ounce of fat, no over blown muscles, just wow. Cat’s eyes opened wide, he was wearing spandex speedos with a loose linen shirt unbuttoned over his perfect chest and abs. They were ushered inside, drinks put in the fridge and then taken outside to meet the rest of the party. Anna was there, blonde and lithe in a one piece costume, she smiled and waved. There were 3 other guys, all older, late twenties to mid thirties but all well over 6'3", toned and fit. All wearing regulation speedos their bodies hairless and the bulges impressive. Anna caught Cat looking and grinned, "they look even better without the trunks" she called over. Cat blushed as the guys looked over all laughing, she wasn't sure if it was with her or at her. James had walked over to Anna and was chatting, sitting on the edge of the pool with their feet in the water, both sucking on a cold beer. Cat was soon escorted over to the other end of the pool where the guys were showing off their diving skills. Tom, Harry, Joe and John....all at their peak and they all knew it too.

Cat soon stripped down to her costume, high cut on the leg showing plenty of arse and waist and narrow across her pert breasts, the guys whistled in admiration, she blushed and James looked over, a slight grin on his face. He was always amazed by how much it turned him on when Cat was openly admired and complimented, although she was 19 she wasn't worldly and he had never voiced this facet of their relationship, sure that she would be horrified and think him a pervert or worse. They were soon diving in and messing about, general horseplay on the surface but there was an underlying sexual tension that neither Luke nor Anna missed. Touches on arms and bodies lasting just a little too long, Cat being paid a lot of attention, all from guys with looks and bodies to die for. She was obviously enjoying the attention, her slim tanned fingers holding on to hard arms and shoulders for balance, her teeth constantly showing between her lips as she constantly smiled and laughed.

Anna looked at James, saw the rapt expression on his face and realised that he was loving the show, in fact the bulge in his trunks was growing as he watched Cat laughing and touching the swim team. She smiled at him and touched him lightly on his thigh, ostensibly to get his attention. He looked guiltily at her, her fingers still on his thigh, the jolts of electricity from them hitting him hard causing him to suck in air sharply. He put his hand on hers and pressed it down, making her hand grip his leg. She asked him how much it turned him on to see Cat being flirted with and touched in the pool. He tried to explain that it was about seeing her happy and excited, that she could have fun and satisfaction with another man without him getting jealous and that her doing that, having sex while he watched would be the most incredible turn on.

Anna nodded, saying she understood how he felt, that the ability to allow your partner to be totally fulfilled would be a massive turn on for her too.

She finished her beer and slipped into the pool to cool down. She was a little older than Cat and younger than James, 21 years old and stunning. Blonde hair, blue eyes, body toned from swimming but breasts still full. Luke watched her swim, still able to feel where her hand had rested on his thigh. Anna pulled Cat out of the melee that was the guys around her and they had a quiet chat and slow swim around the pool. They both smiled and blew kisses as they passed James. Anna had a chat with Tom before grabbing a couple more beers and swimming back to James.

She pulled herself out in one smooth motion, her breasts straining against the spandex swim suit, her nipples hard from the chill water. Chatting she asked if he found her attractive which of course he did, she stroked his arm and told him she had often dreamt of him, naked and restrained with her teasing and tormenting him, taking him to the edge of orgasm then stopping until eventually she would let him cum. Jame's cock responded when he found he couldn't. Lost for words and his breathing faster and shallower, blood roaring in his ears, cock twitching in his trunks, hard already. Anna continued saying how much the guys fancied Cat and vice versa, she thought they were all incredibly hot and couldn't choose who was the most attractive, She said that Cat had told her she could fuck any one of them. So Anna had a plan, she wanted to tie James to a lounger where she would toy with him and Cat would play with one of the guys while he watched.

James was stunned, his ultimate fantasy was about to become reality, he lay on the padded lounger and Anna and Tom tied him down, ropes around arms and chest.

Cat came over and kissed him, her mouth parting and her tongue grazing his, her kiss urgent and deep. She smiled at him when he asked who she was going to play with and how far was she going to go, as far as a blow job?

She laughed out loud and told him it was impossible to choose so it was all four of them and she wouldn't stop at a blow job, she wanted to get fucked good and hard so now it was a gang bang. James was struggling against the bonds, shocked and horrified at what was happening. He hadn't truly considered how he would feel if Cat had agreed to anything like this. Fooling around was one thing but being fucked by 4 men was quite another. Cat, still smiling, told him that although his fantasy was fine this was hers and hoped he would enjoy the show as much as she intended to. Another kiss, this time Anna pressing her mouth to his, she paused to watch Cat peel her wet costume down over her breasts, they popped out with nipples erect, stepping out of it completely her shaved pussy and arse glistening wet from the pool, water droplets from her hair running down over her breasts.

Anna slides her hand across Luke's chest and rakes her nails across the waistband of his trunks, fingertips easing under the elastic, Cat places a hard nipple between his parted lips, he sucks it greedily, gasping with desire. She spins away and sits on the adjacent lounger, naked and vulnerable as the swim team walk over. James is watching, both fascinated and horrified, his beautiful girlfriend was giving herself to these 4 well hung fit guys and he could do nothing to stop it happening (even if he had truly wanted too, which of course he didn’t!). He felt Anna's hot breath through his shorts, breathing onto his throbbing cock. The team step out of their speedos and 4 hard erect cocks spring upwards all bearing down on Cats beaming face. She reaches out her hands and puts her head back, mouth open and ready to take the first cock deep into her throat.

Tom is first and he slides his cock between her lips, his hand twisted into her wet hair. She can taste the chlorine and pre cum, thick and glossy on the tip of his shaft. He slides in and doesn't stop until he is ball deep, Cat gags but relaxes and he pulls her head further back. Harry and Jo's cocks are in her hands and she is rubbing then, slipping her thumbs across the heads of each and running her fingers down their lengths. John is stroking his cock across her breasts and erect nipples while his hand slides between her legs caressing her smooth pussy, cupping her mound and squeezing tight.

James is bewitched and his cock is straining against his trunks. Anna eases them down and licks the tip of his cock with her hard tongue

Tasting and savouring his hardness she looks up at him to see him engrossed in the developing scene alongside him. She sucks one of his ball into her mouth and squeezes down, hard enough to get his attention and remind him that she is still there. Hand cupping his balls she licks and kisses up his shaft, sucking up his pre cum that is leaking copiously from his cock, the blood vessels pumping blood into him, pulsing with each heartbeat. She is stroking him harder, peeling his foreskin back then pushing her mouth down over the head, James pushing his hips up to meet her mouth. She can sense his excitement growing and he is getting close to orgasm, she stops, no touching at all, like cold turkey all new sensation is gone and his throbs subside slowly. His gaze falls back on Sylvia, she catches his eye and smiles at him the best she can, a mouthful of cock makes it harder to do. Tom is riding her face hard, thrusting his cock deep into her mouth while still pulling her hair hard so he maintains rhythm and momentum. Her eyes are glazed, spittle and pre cum running down her chin and over her breasts. John is seductively rubbing these juices, along with his own, into her breasts and nipples, both shining and glistening wet, hard in the sunshine. Sylvia is pumping both cocks with her hands, Harry and Jo are touching her body, stroking, squeezing and slapping her just hard enough to make her squeal with delight. Jo lifts her effortlessly and cups her arse cheeks, squeezing hard, her strokes increase as she is increasingly turned on. John has his fingers pressed hard onto her clit, hard and wet, peaking out from its hood as he spreads her labia wide open. Rubbing and teasing her she is moaning, Tom still fucking her face, johns fingers slide into her, first 1 then 2 and now 3, stretching her tight young pussy. Jo has worked his hand down between her arse cheeks and having rolled her slightly over on to her side begins to gently play with her asshole, fingers stroking around it, up to her pussy across the sensitive bridge of skin then back again, slowly pressing a finger into her arse. She is writhing now, unable to focus on the cocks in her hands, as fingers explore her holes with varying degrees of urgency. Tom pulls out and is immediately replaced by John, equally large and he is pounding her face, her lips feel bruised and her throat feels like it is being shredded but she doesn't care, this is what she wanted and it is far exceeding her expectations.

She is flipped over onto her knees, arse in the air, face over the front of the lounger. She feels Toms cock start a long inexorable penetration of her exposed pussy, she is dripping wet and although he is taking it slow, oh so slow, he is huge and her pussy feels like it could split any second. She has never felt so penetrated and possessed, never felt so full like this. Her orgasm is building ever closer and she feels fingers on her clit and in her arse, slipping in and out alternating with Toms cock in her pussy. The sensation is unlike anything she has ever felt, she starts to cum, her body quivering with spasms, her eyes rolling and mewling like a small animal, the guys don't stop and her orgasm pulses on and on, her legs going weak and almost forgetting to breath she gulps air in as John cums deep in her throat, hot spunk is shot down her, she feels it sliding down her throat, she can't swallow as johns cock is too big to allow her to. Tom is pumping his incredibly hard cock deep inside her and with a huge groan she feels his hot spunk splash into her, his pumping mixing his and her juices together. He pulls out, still stroking his cock over her arse to maximise his orgasm.

Joe lays next to her and she is lifted up and onto him, her pussy is suspended above his cock, her orgasm still shuddering through her body she feels herself being lowered onto him. His cock isn't as long as Toms but is thicker and she feels her pussy stretched more as he fully penetrated her. She starts rocking up and down on his cock, rubbing her clit hard into his pubic bone, the sensation bringing her back to orgasm almost immediately. She feels something warm and wet on her arse and then Harry has his cock easing into her tight ass. She has never done anal before so is stunned by the pain that shoots through her body, she yells, he slows, more lube but still pressure on her asshole. Harry tells her to relax and push her arse back towards him, she looks at James, Anna stroking his cock, his eyes glazed and a desperate look on his face. Cat maintains eye contact with him as she presses back onto Harry's cock, she feels it slowly enter her passage, past muscle and relaxing more pushes hard on him, his cock sliding deep into her ass, the pain still in the background but pleasure and lust overtaking it. She feels incredible, pussy and arse so full, so much pleasure, so satisfied and fulfilled. Electricity was coursing through her body and orgasm after orgasm ripping through her.

James is mesmerised, Anna is still sucking his hard cock deep into her mouth, rimming his arse and sucking his balls. Every time he gets close to orgasm she edges him and stops everything until he calms down and the need to empty his balls passes. The combination of her taking him to the edge and Cat cumming hard with all those cocks invading her body had him desperate for release. Anna straddles his tied and prone body and leaning down over him kisses him long and hard, Cat is watching and smiles over at them both, Anna manoeuvres James’ cock between her labia and slides his cock up and down her pussy, tormenting her clit with each thrust. She lifts herself off him and places the head of his cock into her pussy and lowers herself in one movement down onto his cock, he is so hard and wet he feels enormous, she knows he won't last long so buries her pussy onto him and gyrates her hips around him her clit rubbing and grinding into his pubis. She was close to cumming and starts pumping up and down his cock feeling the head pushing into her, her g spot stimulated with each gyration. Her pussy starts to contract as her orgasm builds and suddenly explodes, her orgasm driving the breath from her body. She feels James's cock start to spasm and feels his hot spunk shoot deep into her pussy. His cock pumping still she rides him, hard grinding her clit into him desperate to cum again. He pushed his hips up and used the leverage to keep his cock deep inside her. Anna starts to rub her fingers over her clit, harder and faster closer and closer to another orgasm. James is already cumming again and his cock hardens as he does tipping Anna over the edge again.

Tom is standing next to Cat and she has been fondling his balls as she calmed down, Harry and Joes cocks flaccid and slipping out of her pussy and arse. John still wants a piece of her and places his hard cock over her pussy lips, she presses backward and feels the head sliding into her swollen and very wet pussy. Tom has his now hard cock by her mouth and she licks the tip, tasting both of them on it, gripping the shaft she pushes her mouth down over the head, John is pressing his cock into her, sliding in easily now even though his cock is the biggest. Cat has been stretched and used, her pussy and arse are full of cum but she can still feel him, hard and solid inside her, pumping in and out of her. He starts to cum and presses as far into her as he can then grinds hard into her pussy. He slips his thumb into her arse and pumps it in hard and fast. She feels herself start to cum, she is exhausted but her body won't stop, her orgasm sending spasms driving through her body leaving her legs wobbly and useless. Tom is close, she pushed her finger deep into his arse to help speed him up, she needed to collapse desperately. He holds onto her head and pulls out of her mouth, sending a jet of spunk across her face and eyes. She licks her lips and lays down, prone and shattered but totally sated.

Anna untied James and watched him move over to Cat, he held her close kissing her gently and tenderly, her smiling up at him, completely satisfied and happy.

Beers in hand and all of them smiling and chatting, the sexual energy still there but much reduced, everyone agreed that the party had been a huge success and that they should all definitely do it again before the summer was over.

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The 6 Times Peter Wanted To Reveal his Identity (And the 1 Time He Did) Chapter 4

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Day 4- Wednesday

God, please help me.

Peter was going to faint, he decided, as he made a sharp turn through a set of trees that nearly sent him tumbling to the ground. He barely caught himself on a low branch, his wrist locking up, and he used gravity to swing up back into the air. His stomach lurched painfully as he landed on the post of a fence, his head feeling suddenly light and the world spinning too quickly. His body went on auto-pilot and he flipped up into the next backyard, towards the tree with the thickest trunk and widest spread of leaves, which would offer the most coverage. Peter didn’t know where he was. He hadn’t been conscious enough in his own mind to map out a route. Anxiety had taken over in the last stretch of his fight, and mid-panic attack he had realized he’d taken off running. Last he remembered, he was in the heart of Manhattan. Now, he was probably on the outskirts of Queens, south of where he lived.

His fingers pried open the first shelter he found, that currently being the wooden windows of a tree-house tucked into the canopy of the oak. It was already day-break, and Peter couldn’t make it home leaping through the suburbs when he was hardly able to see through his panicked fit. So he pulled himself inside, tumbling against the floorboards, and crawled up against the wall of the tree house. Trembling hands desperately pulled off his spandex mask and threw as far from him as it could fly, falling pathetically to the floor, the fabric not even making a sound. Even without the cover over his mouth, he still felt as if he wasn’t able to take in a solid breath, his lungs screaming for air and spasming as if they were flooding with fire. This wasn’t good. He was definitely going to pass out if he didn’t calm his erratic gasps.

But maybe that would be better than the memory of a lifeless body sitting heavily on his palms.

His patrol the night before had started out quietly. Bad guys, apparently, were also weak to the freezing temperatures, as told by empty streets and a lack of cries for help. Peter had spent half his time lazily resting on an apartment awning, watching a late-night showing of George Lopez playing on the TV across the way. The other half he was swinging through the city to stay warm, practicing parkour tricks off of roof tops that left him sinking dangerously low towards the pavement before he caught his fall and sent himself free-flying again.

His shenanigans had been cut off early, however, by a terrifying screech from downtown that left his spidey senses painfully coursing up his spine. Instincts made him change his course in a split second, twisting to aim his webbing towards the east. Midtown started to come into view, along with a fire blazing black and orange against the bright billboards littering times square. Once he had turned the corner, he instantly figured out the source of the noise. In the center of the block was a human-sized rat… or more like a bald man with a rat appearance. Either way, he had been cornering a petrified couple in the doorway of a closed store, the woman attempting to rip open the locked door and screaming for help as the man tried to dislodge his bleeding arm from the rat’s mouth, teeth locked into the flesh. Passersby and locals were struggling to help, pulling and ripping at the rat-man to get him off. Their attempts were futile, however, as the rat man bit harder and his victim screamed in pain. Peter wasted no time assessing the scene; he didn’t have the luxury of figuring out a strategy before he was diving in to help. His fingers dug into the mouth of the monster and yanked his jaw open, releasing the arm, before Peter flipped away and smashed the rat’s head into the ground. He was surprised to find the monster was really strong, almost comparably so to Peter. The rat elbowed the air out of his lungs within a second of his knees hitting the pavement, forcing him to roll off to the side to recover against the blow.

“ Cossssstume can’t hurt Vermin.” The rat, apparently named Vermin, possessed a haunting voice, and his confidence jarred Peter for only a moment. But the mask was there to always give Peter a brave profile, so he didn’t let it show. “ Vermin is not here alone. Vermin will feed on thissssss ssssscity.”

Peter felt the familiar sense of dread running up his body, he turned to the pedestrians gaping at the monster invading their neighborhood, his hands held out warningly. “Don’t watch! Go home! It’s dangerous!”

But his warnings were disregarded. Screams erupted when a manhole burst open, a copy of Vermin crawling out onto the pavement. It was similar in appearance but different in stature, and that made Peter more nervous than any clone would have. 3 more slithered up onto the surface of the street, beady eyes focusing on the onlookers with a hunger that only meant the worst. Only then did people apparently take that as their cue to run, and the mob of rats were immediately in pace behind them.

Peter, luckily, had faster reactions than the crowd.

His webs attached to the backs of quickest monsters, his heels digging into the road with all his strength. They snapped to a halt, and then Peter shot more webbing to anchor their feet to the ground. He used the two as walls and slingshotted himself towards the escaping half of the group who were snapping their jaws at the fleeing men and women. He swung his foot with full force into the head of the leader of the pack, rebounding off of it and wrestling another monster to the floor. He didn’t have time to web either, having to focus instead on the last of the rats. Its claws wrapped around the torso of the slowest woman who had her child in tow, a scream tearing through her throat. The young child, in an act of bravery, had started battering his fists into the rat’s side, distracting it long enough to save his mother’s throat from being ripped open by mangled teeth. However, it also meant the rat turned its attention to the boy, and within a second a strong arm smacked against his chin and sent him flying into a brick wall. The sickening crack that followed had the mother screaming bloody murder, and Peter had just barely made it in time to save her life.

The fight that followed was a blur. Peter remembered snapping the arms of the rat until he released the woman who had passed out in panic. He remembered laying hard punches into the monster’s face, and vaguely remembered feeling the full weight of the two rats he’d had to abandon launching at him from behind and knocking him to the floor. Somewhere between him being unable to breathe and thrashing for his life, an arrow sunk into the shoulder of the bigger creature. It squeaked in pain, and Peter took the chance to throw it off before setting into the other one. A loud thunk landed beside Peter, and as he looked up, he came face to face with a red, metallic exoskeleton. Beside him was a familiar archer not even looking his way, focused on shooting the monsters off to their right.

“How did I know following trouble would lead us to you?” The robotic voice of Tony Stark commented. Peter jumped off the crumpled body, and small mechanisms shot out of the Iron Man suit, trapping the rat against the ground. “Need help? Again?”

The words stung, but Peter grunted, another concern more pressing than being insulted by Iron Man or saved by Hawkeye. He sprinted over to where the child was still collapsed against the bricks, his eyelids shut and his lips slack. Peter lifted his body carefully, his limbs lifeless and non responsive. He listened intently for breathing, his own heart pounding louder in his ears than any other city noise. And then he saw it, a small movement of his chest, which meant he was still alive. Sirens were growing closer, and the ambulance would be there soon. The brave kid had a chance to survive.

The relief didn’t last long. A tingle up Peter’s neck told him there was a fist growing closer to the back of his head. He twisted his body out of the way, the angry expression of the newly conscious woman meeting his gaze.

“Some fucking hero you are!” She sobbed as she grabbed her son forcefully, Peter releasing him without fight. He backed off, rising to his feet, and only managed to watch her grief as the mother hugged her son in close to her chest. “He’s only 8! He has a spelling bee tomorrow! Why didn’t you save him ?!”

Everyone was staring. Peter felt his breathing picking up dangerously fast, and he had no words.

He should have been stronger. He should have gotten here faster. Why wasn’t he strong enough to save him? He wished he had a good answer.

“Ben, sweetie, it’s mommy. You’re okay. You’re okay. Can you look up at me?” When there was no movement to signify he had even heard his mom’s voice, she let out a horrible scream of pain that was more haunting than all of the villains Peter had faced combined. It echoed into his core, tightened in his chest, and before he knew it he was struggling to even take a proper breath.

“Hey, kid, calm down.” Someone was talking to him in a soft voice, a whisper over the roaring of guilt wailing at him. Following the hand on his shoulder, he found Hawkeye staring at him with pity. “It’s not your fault. An ambulance will be here soon. You did all you could.”

Peter wanted to tell him to fuck off, to take a look at what he had done- or what he wasn’t capable enough to prevent- but his throat was too tight to speak more than a few words. He pushed away the hand, his heartbroken voice only loud enough for Clint to hear. “H-His name is Ben, too.”

His legs moved on their own, dragging him away from the horrible sight in whatever direction offered the tallest buildings and the easiest getaway route. Eventually the city grew unfamiliar, blurred out in the background of his peripheral vision. Colors began to meld, breaths were coming out too close together to properly tell them apart, and his entire body was aching. He hadn’t stopped moving for 45 minutes, not even when his arms screamed for a break or the buildings grew shorter and he had to resort to flipping between roofs or propelling himself up gates. And he had ended up here, in this borrowed hide-out with it’s now tear soaked wooden planks, his hand desperately clutching his chest as if he had the power to rip the pain right out of his heart. Eventually he wasn’t able to suppress the anguish any longer, and sobs started to wrack his body, shaking him to the core. Tremoring, he drew his knees up to his chest and buried his head between them, muting his whimpers and hics. The last thing he needed now was to feel so completely pathetic, but each time he thought he had started to relax, another splash of anxiety rose and pushed more tears from the corners of his eyes.

The only thing that startled him from his fit was the voice of a small girl, like a hot knife digging into his stomach.

“Spider-Man?”

Peter’s face jerked up, his raw eyes meeting the timidly amazed ones of a girl small enough to stand in the tree-house, probably about 6. Her knuckles were white from holding on so tightly to the ladder to keep herself upright, and he couldn’t help but wonder how long she had been standing there. But before he even had the chance to worry about that, reality slapped him in the cheek when he realized his mask was behind her in the corner of the tree house where he had discarded it.

His lips opened to speak and deny it, but a shuddering breath forced its way up his throat and he promptly shut his mouth.

“Spider-Man, are you okay?” The young girl asked, taking his silence as permission to climb inside the cramped space. He flattened himself up against the wall, splinters digging through his suit, to maintain the distance between them. Her black curls bounced against her cheek bones, a concerned expression searching his red face. “Why were you crying?”

Peter swallowed the knot in his throat, the palm of his hand scrubbing away some of the moisture on his cheeks. “I-I um..” He was a hero. He didn’t know what this girl thought of him, or what her parents might have said about him, but the fact didn’t change that he knew kids needed strong heroes for the days they weren’t strong enough to handle things themselves.He wasn’t able to be that if he was a stuttering mess. “I had a hard night. Some people got hurt, and I had to get help to save them. It just made me sad.” His voice was a little stronger, a little more confident, but he wasn’t able to erase the grief hidden behind his words.

The girl nodded slowly.. “The bad guys made you cry?”

Peter breathed out a short laugh, holding his head. “I guess they did. I became kind of a baby, didn’t I?”

“No, you’re not a baby. My dad says that it’s okay to cry, and adults do it too. He cries all the time! Sometimes it’s ‘cause he ran out of ice cream. It’s funny. But it helps you not be so sad. So it’s okay to cry, even if you’re old.”

Peter was a little stunned by her words- especially at her implying he was old- but the emotional intelligence of the child was heartening. She was obviously being raised well. “You’re a smart girl.”

“Thanks.” Her smile was a flash of white teeth with baby gaps in between, and it instantly helped to warm Peter’s heart. “My name is Ellie.” She stuck out a small hand, and Peter carefully took it in his glove to give her a gentle hand-shake. “Can I call you Spidey? That’s what my dad calls you if he talks about you.”

“Sure.” Peter smiled, a bit sheepishly, at the mention of his reputation. He silently hoped they weren’t all bad things, but he was just glad she didn’t ask for his name. However, he also saw the sun rising higher through the window of her tree house, and he knew soon it wouldn’t just be children awake in the area. “I think I gotta go, Ellie. But thank you for letting me hang out with you in your tree house. You should go back to bed. It’s really early.”

“Um, wait.”

Peter paused his movements of crawling towards the window, throwing a glance her way. She looked shy and embarrassed as she tugged on the hem of her pajama shirt. “My gramma is staying with me right now while my Mom and Dad are gone but she wakes up really late and I’m really hungry…” She sucked on her teeth, and Peter blinked away the confusion on his face. “Will you umm… make me breakfast? I tried waking her up but she’s snoring too loud to hear me…”

Out of all the requests he’d gotten from children as a hero- and he had gotten a lot of weird requests- this one definitely had to be simultaneously the cutest and oddest of all. She wanted Spider-Man to cook her breakfast. He usually got asked to beat up school bullies or save a cat from a tree, so this was a first. However, the fact she was so hungry she asked a crying superhero to make her food meant her grandma probably slept through a lot of meals. He wouldn’t let her starve.

“...Sure. We gotta be fast, though, okay? And secret. ” Peter said with a soft smile, moving to pull open the door to the tree house. He figured he could make quick pancakes and be gone within an hour, well before her grandma got out of bed. Plus, seeing the grin that spread over her mouth made him glad he hadn’t said no. What else was he going to do? Go home, mope, and listen intently to the radio to see how the news tore him apart again?

“Okay. Fast and secret. Like ninjas.” Ellie cheered, pumping a small fist in the air.

Peter grabbed his mask and slid down the ladder without even touching a step, catching Ellie when she requested to do the same thing. The two snuck across the yard in true ninja-style, the young girl adding in whispered sound effects as she half-rolled and pulled the sliding door open again she had come through earlier. Peter followed in behind her, walking into the living room to find a plainly decorated family home. As promised, no one seemed to be inside, except a cat that ran up and brushed against Peter’s leg. Cartoons played softly on the TV, and a blanket on the couch meant Ellie must have seen him crawl inside her tree-house earlier and come to find him. His tears had dried on his cheeks in the wake of their conversation, and the anxiety attack felt closer to a weight in the rear of his mind than a present threat.

“Do you get cold in your Spidey costume?” Ellie asked from right under Peter, making him jump back. He’d been too distracted to notice she stopped walking and was now staring up at him. “It’s winter. You’re gonna get the flu!.” She said pointedly, in a way that Peter was able to tell she was mimicking a lecture she’d heard a hundred times.

The fact made him smile, but he just shrugged in response. “I guess a little. But I’m running a lot, so it doesn’t bother me.”

“Do you want a jacket?”

“What?” Peter blinked, but held out a hand with an embarrassed shake of his head. “No, wait, it’s okay-”

Ellie disappeared a second later, her feet scampering up carpeted stairs up into the home. Peter stared at the spot she had been before he awkwardly made his way to the kitchen. He may as well start cooking while she looked for...whatever it was she was going to bring. After all, he really didn’t want to give any bad impressions to the neighbors if anyone happened to see him leaving. He wasn’t about to get accused of breaking and entering on top of all the other things the media criticized him for.

The girl returned toting a bundle of clothing, which she promptly shoved into his hands. “There you go.” Ellie declared proudly, walking over to climb up on one of the barstools by the counter. “Now you can be warm.”

“I thought you were grabbing a jacket?” Peter said in bewilderment, finding an entire outfit in his hands, including jeans and socks.

“Well, you can’t go home as Spider-Man, duuuh. Don’t you need skyscrapers and stuff to swing your web things?”

Right. This girl was smarter than he thought.

“Whose are these?” Peter asked, realizing she had a point. He wasn’t really able hop on a bus in his mask without fare.

“My brother Jake’s. But he doesn’t live here anymore. He moved to college.” Ellie pressed her knees onto the counter, peering up to try to see into the pan. “Are those pancakes?”

“Mhm. Do you want syrup?”

“Yeah.” Ellie bounced excitedly, making the stool under her jiggle.

“Okay, I’m gonna change, you watch these and call me if they look like they’re going to burn.” Peter instructed, setting the spatula in his hand onto the counter. “I’ll come by again tonight and drop off your brother’s clothes.”

Ellie nodded and concentrated hard on the steaming pan, taking her duty as pancake-watcher very seriously. Peter slipped off to what he assumed was the downstairs bathroom - he was right- and tucked himself inside before shutting the door. The outfit looked a little big, but he could tell her brother was lanky as well, so it wouldn’t be terrible. Pretty soon he emerged no longer wearing his suit and mask, the two bundled up in the jacket she had given him. Ellie greeted him with a wide grin, crawling off the counter to plop onto her stool.

“Are they done?” She bubbled, as Peter flipped the pancakes and they sizzled against the pan.

“Almost.”

“Can you make extra, for my dad when he stops by?”

“Sure. I thought your parents were out of town?” Peter double checked the bowl, before deciding he had enough to make another few of them with the remaining batter.

“My Mom and Dad are. Their names are Emily and Terry. But my other Dad is still here. He’s my hero. He comes and visits me when he’s not busy. He’s calling me in sick to school today and taking me to the Aquarium!” Ellie’s smile was blinding. She clearly was excited for the day, if her rocking was any indication. “I like having you here, Spidey. You look like Jake. I miss him. Do you have a brother or sister?”

“No, no. It’s just me.” Peter turned around and passed the plate of pancakes to her, pairing the syrup with it. “Okay. Food done. Do you need anything else? I need to get going.”

“You’re not gonna eat?” She pouted, making Peter grin.

“Sorry, Ellie. I really need to get home.”

“Okaaaay...”

“Can you make me a big big promise, though?” Peter asked, leaning on the counter so he was closer to her height. She piled her mouth full of a goop of the breakfast, nodding with inquisitive eyes. “Can you promise not to tell anyone who I am? I know it’s weird to find Spider-Man in your treehouse, but I have to keep my face a secret. To protect people I love.”

“I can’t tell my friends or my Dad?” Ellie asked, clearly disappointed. “Even my best friend?”

“Not even your best friend. Can this stay between us?”

Ellie was quiet for a moment, as if thinking over the terms of their agreement, but she stuck her pinky out for him to take in his own. “I won’t tell anyone. I’m a good liar.”

“Thanks.” Peter gave her one last high five before he gathered his stuff. He pulled a plastic bag from under the sink and shoved his jacket-wrapped-suit into it, dropping it over his arm. “Then I’ll see you tonight to bring the clothes back.” He promised, and walked to the door to carefully unlock it and pull it open.

And there, standing just outside with his fist raised in a rapping motion, was none other than Wade mother-fucking Wilson.

Confusion drew over both of their faces. There was a moment of stunned silence in which Wade looked down at Peter was if he was the strangest thing he had ever seen, and Peter’s cheeks turned beet red from the close proximity in which he stared up at Wade’s scarred face. He was dressed with a beanie tucked over most of his bald head, the rest of his body covered by a scarf, hoodie, mittens, and sweatpants. Despite the modesty, his eyes, cheeks, and nose were still immediately available to be seen. Neither moved for a solid 10 seconds.

Until Ellie’s stool screeched across the tile floor and her tiny feet came running up behind Peter, her mouth still shoved full of pancakes and syrup on her fingertips. “Daddy!”

“Hey, pumpkin!” The small child lept into Wade’s arms and he complied easily with her weight, half throwing her in the air to pull her up into his grasp. He planted a rough kiss to the top of her head, careful not to crush the bouquet of flowers tucked in his hand. “Ugh, you’re getting too heavy for me! Soon you’ll be bigger than I am!”

“Stop, Daddy, I’ll never be that big.” Ellie laughed, pushing her sticky fingers into his nose playfully.

“You just wait. Here, these are for you.” Wade smiled, handing her the bouquet he must have gotten from a grocery store , and finally seemed to remember Peter was there and gawking at the ex-mercenary with a goddamn child. “So,uh, Petey-Pie? I’m sure you remember me, even if the suit hiding these devilishly-good looks is gone. Deadpool? Yeah, now that we got that out of the way...Why are you at my daughter’s house?”

Peter’s lips opened in a shocked manner, and he really did mean to answer, but his mind suddenly went blank. Because your kid found me pathetically sobbing in her tree house. This would really be a funny story to tell Wade later, if it didn’t look so bad to anyone that didn’t know the situation.

“He’s Jake’s friend. He babysits me while Gramma Ti is asleep.” Ellie interrupted, innocently staring at them.

Peter looked over at Ellie, shocked, blinking at the excuse she had come up with in no time. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was a good liar. She gave him a discreet grin, and he really could see the resemblance now between her and Wade. “Uh-huh.” He said lamely, turning his awkward expression up to the suspicious man. Wade didn’t speak, didn’t move, and Peter was sure he was toast and about to get charged for breaking and entering when all he wanted to do was feed a hungry kid.

But then Wade broke out into a chill smile and he gave a shrug that made Peter instantly relax. “Really? Cool.” He let Ellie stand on her own two feet again, and she ran to take her space at her pancake breakfast. “And you made food? I must have died and gone to heaven, because I’m fucking starving and you’re looking like an angel right now.”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” Peter quipped, his heart starting to beat harder and faster in his chest. It was barely 10 hours ago they’d parted on an uncomfortable note, and Peter was sure Wade wouldn’t have gotten over being kicked out so quickly. Wade walked past him anyways, heading towards the kitchen to get himself the last helping, leaving Peter to inch out the door.. “Well, since you’re here, I guess I’ll take off?”

“Wait, wait, Petey, what about your pay?” Wade asked, pouring half a bottle of syrup onto his drowning breakfast. “Did they leave you money?”

“It’s fine.” Peter said and waved his hands, trying to find any excuse to dip out,the bag with his suit feeling twice as heavy. “I’ll call Mary and Terry later.”

“Emily and Terry.” Ellie whispered.

Peter smiled sheepishly, rubbing his upper arm. “Emily and Terry, right. I’m terrible at names.”

“But you’ve been crying.” Wade said, and pointedly looked up at Peter’s face, his expression notably more serious. “Why? Has everything been okay for you two?”

Peter had forgotten, the ghost of his burning and swollen eyes being the only evidence left of his panic attack earlier in the day. His fingers brushed under his bottom eyelashes along the puffiness, and he swallowed hard. “Everything was fine.”

“Hey, Ellie, wanna go get dressed for the best day ever?” Wade asked as he glanced over at his daughter. Her face lit up, and she gave an energetic nod.

“Yeah! I’m gonna wear my new favorite pair of jeans.”

“I bet they make you look badass.”

“Yup! I’ll be right back!” Ellie jumped from her stool and tumbled up the steps, leaving the two alone in the downstairs living room.

Peter realized a second later that Wade was walking towards him, a determined look spread on his face. Mittens enclosed around his hands, tightly gripping them together, and his arms were jerked towards Wade who was way too close for Peter to keep a straight face. He subdued a startled noise, every muscle in his body tensing defensively.

“I don’t believe in fate, but I think this is the closest I’ve ever found.”

“C- come again? ” Peter croaked, trying to make sense of the situation. It was as if every dream he’d ever had about Wade was coming true, in a very unlikely way, and he had to remind himself he wasn’t asleep. There was no way Wade was confessing to him, right?

“I think this is a sign, Petey. There’s no other explanation for all of this shit. I think you were made for me. Like Harry Styles and only buttoning the bottom half of his shirt.” Wade’s cracked lips were smiling so sincerely at him, Peter thought his heart would stop altogether.

“Deadpool?” Peter breathed, feeling Wade’s grip on his hands tighten. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m not just your guardian angel. You’re my chance! To prove that I can be good and win the respect of the Avengers, Spider-Man, and Ellie.” Wade grinned, looking satisfied with his self-prophecy.

Peter choked on his breath, and his stomach dropped. Of course he had gotten his hopes up for nothing. What else did he expect? He was just the twerpy kid Wade was handling with daycare gloves so he wouldn’t end his life. He shoved the glimmer of optimism away, and took the chance to retrieve his hands, reeling apart from him. “You think I’m just a badge on your girl scout vest?” He grimaced.

Wade was quick to recover. “Did I say that? I might have said that, but that’s not what I mean. I mean that I’m obviously not only trying to help you for the brownie points. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted to become more hero-ish and la-di-dah. But I don’t think it was just coincidence you were on my roof that night,” Peter winced. “And I don’t think I would have found you here unless you were put here. By...by destiny!”

“Destiny?” Peter repeated, as if Wade was joking. The unchanging, determined expression he held proved he was completely serious, and the lie suddenly seemed to swell twice what it had before. What had he gotten himself into? “I-I guess...but, hey, I really should go if that’s okay with you? I have a lot of homework to do still, and if you don’t need me anymore…?”

“Wait, if you stay, I’ll pay you twice what Emily usually does.” Wade said, holding out a halting hand. “You can hang out with us for a little bit, and I’ll even make a stop at your apartment in the cab to get you home. I read a Daddy article once that said kids are soup for the soul or some bullshit like that, but I think they were right! Ellie hung around me during the bad times and kept my knives out of people’s chests. It’s obvious you had a bad night, and I think she would be good in your rehabilitation.”

Peter shifted and his plastic bag crinkled. His suit was still buried inside the jacket, and if he wanted to save his confession for a time that didn’t feel so precarious, he had to get it home and out of sight.

Besides that, when he glanced at the clock it was 7:15, and he was extremely late for class.

“I can’t.” Peter finally sighed in guilt, combing his fingers through messy hair as he tried to map out a good reason. “My Aunt’s coming home soon and I should take advantage of the extra time to make sure the apartment is clean.”

“Fine, I get it. You hate me.” Wade teased, much in a similar tone as Ellie had used earlier. At first glance, they didn’t look to be related, but the more the two of them talked, it was clear that they were. “What about tomorrow? It doesn’t even have to be a super long hangout. We can just go rob a bank or something. Kidding, of course. Ellie is more of an ATM whacker than anything.”

“What are you saying, Dad?” Ellie called from the top of the stairs.

“Nothing, sugar plum!” Wade yelled back, then turned to grin wide at Peter. “Pretty please?”

Peter wanted to say no, he truly did, but there was something dazzling in the way Wade’s teeth were a bright white and contrasted with the raw, cracked skin of his lips. His heart thumped loudly against his rib cage and he tightened his grip on the bag. “Okay. Maybe for a little bit. I really do have to go, though, so if we could just discuss this later…?”

“So it’s a date.” Wade declared, grabbing the door and holding it open for Peter. “See you then.”

“Yep.” Peter choked as the word ‘date’ radiated through his thoughts. “See you then.”

He felt almost dazed as he turned and half-leapt over the steps, pulling up Google Maps on his phone to plan his route home. He hadn’t intended to give in and agree to hang out with Wade, but it was just for a few hours.

It’s not like something would go horribly wrong in just a few hours.

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Ellie awoke to a tapping on her window that night.

She drew her eyes open and rubbed them tiredly, a yawn racking her body. It took a few moments to realize the room was still very much dark, and she couldn’t have been asleep for more than a few hours. Unless she had slept through the entire day. Panic made her jump up to her feet. What if she had missed lunch?

But before she could take off downstairs to ask her Daddy- still sleeping on the downstairs couch- why he hadn’t woken her up for an entire day, she noticed there was something white flapping in the breeze just outside. She carefully picked her way through toys to the window sill and peered outside.

The tree branch that hung closest to the tree house had a plastic bag suspended a foot underneath, draped by a white rope. Looking closer, it was a Spider-man web, and just next to the bag was the hero himself, perched on the edge of her treehouse. He held a finger to his lips, making her giggle and return the gesture.

Then quick as he had arrived, he shot a web from his wrists and leaped off the platform, disappearing into the night as she was left gaping in awe.

#my fanfic #fanfic #spideypool fanfic #spideypool #spiderman #marvel

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ladymacbethsspot · 6 years

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Roots

A tattoo parlor wasn’t exactly the kind of place you’d expect to find Erwin Smith on a weekend. To be perfectly frank, it wasn’t the kind of place Erwin expected to be.

But a lot had happened in the past year and a half that he hadn’t expected.

Mike had recommended the place through a friend of a friend and had come with him to check it out. The small storefront emblazoned with double wings was tucked neatly up against the elevated tracks, in a neighborhood full of converted warehouse apartments. It didn’t look shabby or old, just tiny. When they walked in the place felt even more compact- there was barely room for the little front desk and a few chairs to wait. Bare brick walls were covered with large canvases- huge versions of designs that Erwin supposed the artists had made. He spotted intricate winding floral works, something that looked like a Mayan snake god, and occasionally the repeated motif of wings or feathers.

“Can I help you?” asked a bubbly petite redhead at the front desk with an off-shoulder top and an elaborate tattooed yoke of black roses around her neck.

“Oh, I’m here for a consultation appointment. Erwin Smith,” Erwin answered, walking over to the desk.

“Ah…” The woman trailed off, clicking around her computer. “Oh, yeah, I’ve got you here. Huh, I guess that does make sense…” She seemed distracted, looking at the reservation information.

“Is there a problem?”

“Not really. It’s just that you’re meeting with Levi.”

Erwin frowned in confusion. “Yes,” he responded, “when I spoke with someone on the phone that seemed like the best choice, and Mike recommended him as well.”

The girl looked up, flashing Erwin a big smile. “Oh, it’s a great choice, he’s amazing!” She reassured him, standing up and walking around to the edge of the half-wall separating them from the tattooing area. “He’s just… not exactly a morning person.” She turned with a flip of red hair and gave Erwin an apologetic smile before disappearing behind the wall, yelling “LEVI!” as she went.

Erwin and Mike exchanged uncertain glances and took up residence in the largest of the little chairs they could find.

A minute later the man named Levi appeared. He slouched around the half-wall glaring and Erwin got the very distinct impression that he was not, in fact, a morning person. Everything, from his scuffed sneakers, to his hoodie, to the hasty dark ponytail gathered above the hair shaved up above his ears screamed ‘screw you and your little dog too’. His flat grey eyes looked sunken, ringed in dark, and he clutched the rim of a steaming mug in one hand.

Erwin’s rational brain registered all of this.

Unfortunately, Erwin’s animal brain was far too distracted by Levi’s pectoral muscles above the top of a loose, low-cut tank. And his legs. Christ, Erwin didn’t think he’d ever seen a man pull off spandex running tights before.

Levi collapsed into a chair across from them with a sigh.

“What do you want?” He asked, voice flat and deeper than Erwin had expected.

“You,” Erwin breathed out, then stammered as Levi looked at him sharply and Mike’s mouth fell open, “ Y-y-ou to help me decide on a tattoo design!” Levi rolled his eyes. Erwin winced internally.

Somehow, he managed to make it through their consultation without putting his foot in his mouth again. The sketch he’d brought had impressed Levi, something the redhead at the front desk later told them was not easy to do. Levi had agreed to use it as a starting point for his design and do the tattoo over a few sessions.

The evening of his first session Erwin debated calling Mike. The place had looked fine, impeccably clean, they'd both agreed. Levi had been professional, if terse. The updated design he’d sent Erwin had been breathtaking- better than anything he’d envisioned. There were no outward signs that should have made Erwin worry. But he was worried. A gorgeous man was about to stick a needle in his skin. Repeatedly. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time.

He ended up going by himself, the potential benefits of alone time with Levi winning out over the comfort Mike would provide.

The appointment went well for the most part. Yes, he had ogled Levi’s pert ass in tight jeans. Of course, he’d stared plenty at the strong shoulders and upper arms covered in intricate feather designs. Sure, he may have blushed when Levi asked him to take off his shirt. And admittedly, the realization of just how small Levi really was when the chair had been lowered until he felt like he was almost sitting on the ground had made him more aroused than he'd like to admit. But it had gone well, and the black outline of winding branches up the side of his back that spread over one shoulder hadn't hurt nearly as much as he'd feared. Levi had been quiet, focused on his work, and Erwin was still too embarrassed by their first meeting to initiate any real conversation.

Erwin’s second appointment went more smoothly. By now he knew what to expect, the way Levi’s gloved hands held his skin taut, the strange scraping sensation on the skin, and the slow progress of the outlining- the tree’s trunk making its way down to roots that wound and spread over his lower back. It also felt more intimate, Levi’s hands travelling lower toward his belt, his touch sure and gentle.

By the third appointment they were talking more easily, and Erwin found himself distracted from the boredom and strange combined sensation of slight physical discomfort from both the tattooing process and his own embarrassing crush. The time passed with ease, and he was pleased with the progress of the tree’s detailing.

His final appointment arrived and Erwin almost felt a pang of regret. It was unlikely that he would see Levi again, at least for a while. But this was something he wanted to see through, had promised himself he would do. As he sat in the chair one final time, Levi’s deft fingers on his skin, he found himself opening up to the man. After all, it was his last chance, there was no harm in it now.

“So, why did you choose this?” Levi asked. He was shading and detailing the bark, fine lines and delicate gradients to create texture and depth.

“Does it look bad?”

Levi didn’t speak for a moment, and Erwin couldn’t tell if he was collecting his thoughts or just concentrating on the work.

“No. It looks great. It will look even better when we finish today.”

Erwin nodded absently. So, Levi wasn’t judging his originality, that was encouraging.

“But you didn’t answer my question. Something this large, I assume you’ve got a reason. Everyone does.”

“Oh,” Erwin replied, “Yes. I do. It’s to remind me.”

“Of?”

Erwin appreciated that Levi didn’t guess. That he could supply whatever information he was willing to. “Of my father.” His answer was soft. He opened his mouth to add more, but the words didn’t come, and Erwin felt the slight pressure and prick of something in his eyes. Even though he was finally doing this, it didn’t make it any easier.

“I’m sorry,” Levi murmured, “I hope it helps you,” as though he knew exactly what Erwin meant.

As Levi continued his work in silence, leaning close, Erwin swallowed. His throat felt heavy, constricted. But the repetitive motion of Levi’s touch, the sensation of the needle going over his skin lulled him away from the darker versions of thoughts he’d had many times before. There was no need to go over it again and again, no need to spill out every painful memory he’d collected. Maybe that was why he felt himself unwinding, telling Levi more than he’d intended.

“My father was a teacher.”

Offering no judgement, no opinions, Levi simply made noises of acknowledgement. Simply listened.

“And he taught me many things.”

“A good man?”

“Yes. Probably too good, I’ll always be in his shadow.”

“Hmm.”

“He held my family together. Not just my mother and sister, but all of it.”

The hypnotic sensation continued, the slow journey of the needle over his skin beginning to provide just enough bite to take the edge off his thoughts, to ground him in the present.

“When he passed away, it all fell apart. I did what I could to put it back together, but I worry that I forgot a lot of the things he taught me on the way. About how to be a man. That’s why I wanted this. To remind me.”

Levi hummed. Erwin wondered if he was just listening in a professional capacity. Just allowing Erwin to unburden himself. But when Levi spoke, he realized the man had been paying attention to more than just his words.

“So, you chose a tree. Knowledge, stability, life. Roots for connection and family, a trunk that’s weathered and worn, and branches reaching up to the sky towards the future.”

It was true.

All of it.

Levi had put into words things Erwin had only thought about vaguely, only felt instinctually when he decided on the design.

The rest of the session passed in silence. When Levi finished, he declared the tree done as well.

Erwin slipped his shirt back on carefully, taking one last look around the workspace that had grown familiar. This was his last chance, and after such an intimate discussion, he felt he had nothing to lose. He might as well bare his entire heart.

“Levi, would you like to get coffee sometime?”

Levi frowned slightly, and Erwin looked down, hiding any disappointment he felt at the rejection.

“I don’t like coffee. But I drink tea.”

Erwin looked up, and smiled when his eyes met Levi’s- grey and tired, but sincere. “Great,” he sighed, “I’ll call you?” Levi walked over to his neat desk, pulling out a business card and writing on the back.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He slipped the card into Erwin’s hand as he shook it; the firm handshake felt more personal than any he could recall.

As he walked toward the front of the shop he heard Levi call after him.

“Erwin.” He turned. “That tree. I know it’s still winter now, but someday it won’t be. Someday it will leaf out.”

Erwin nodded.

And smiled.

Levi was right.

#eruri #levi ackerman #erwin smith #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #i messed up the tags the first time #whoops #also this was way more emotional than i intended #and theres and abrupt mood shift #a lot of whoops #drabble #my writing

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perversefanworks · 6 years

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I was writing out a small story concerning the Gohan x Vegeta teaser I did considering the requests I got for it. So I wrote this in hopes to draw more. Unfortunately I can’t very well seem to turn this into any kind of comic style anything without it being narrative heavy.

So you guys can just read it here instead.

Slight NSFW, set just before the Buu Saga.

Instinct

Full red lips quivered in anticipation as they parted, a darting pink tongue glided over pristine white teeth and rolled forward to show off the talent within the muscle alone. The lips curved into an inviting smile then circles around the glans of a darkened and enormous cock.

The camera pulls back to show off the smudged eyeliner and weeping eye-shadow ruined by various body fluids, but the girl smiles, absolutely delighted in the image she portrays. Her pleasure comes in turning any watching man into mush.

A fly landed on the pixeled closeup of her cum slick tongue, crawling in jerks across her face. Gohan's half interest drifted more toward the curious fly than the images on the screen beneath.

The day was his. School wouldn't start for another week, mom was out shopping with Bulma and had taken Goten with her after his consistent pleading to see Trunks again. Gohan was left under the firm understanding that he was to finish his paper on the effects of wind turbines versus solar energy and to clean up the hedges around the house.

Despite the fact that he, of course, had finished with both within the first hour, allowed himself the rest of the day to blow off some 'steam'.

In his dad's absence most of the original Z fighters have found it within themselves to contribute some aspect of father figure through his teenage years. Piccolo being the most prominent, but each had their own lessons to teach: discipline, honor, respect, hard work, etc.

Roshi contributed in his own underhanded way, 'knowing a growing boy' or something Gohan couldn't understand at the time. At the tender age of twelve Gohan didn't need much in the way of 'fap material' though. Two smooth rocks shoved together already sent a hormone fed brain into overdrive.

But Gohan wasn't a pervert either. Years after Gohan's hormones had evened out enough to understand the rewards in stamina and the joys in pleasing the partner as well as himself. The urges came and went as a natural part of life and they in of themselves rarely, if ever, made decisions for him. His mother smoothing the lines of lust with tales of love and explaining the balance of both had Gohan understanding the rewarding side of romance.

That's how he always imagined himself; a romantic. He liked girls, the young bright eyed humans never failed to draw his own smile and he delighted in being around them. That won't ever change. That hasn't changed.

So why was it becoming more difficult to scratch that itch?

Gohan jerked out of his thoughts, absently trying to calculate the number of a fly's wings beating within it's lifetime if it lived 24 hours and they could flap ~2 beats per nanosecon-- He shook his head clear and leaned forward on his elbows to stare with purpose at the tv screen.

Even now he sat on his own bed, pants and drawers shoved to his knees, lotion and tissues untouched beside him. This was always his favorite video, he liked the way the girl enjoyed herself as much as the guys watching on.

The harder he stared the more frustrating it became. The urge itself wasn't lacking, he had a healthy libido. Often he woke in the morning with a fever and soiled sheets. Although, now, he'll be spilled halfway off his bed and charging a ki blast that often found it's way through the ceiling.

At first he worried with his mother. She wondered about his nightmares and how often she woke up to his sleeping shouts. He thought the long stretch of peace was drudging up old memories, the horrors of his past returning to haunt him even now.

He couldn't remember the dreams, though. Just the lingering effects. The intensity, the heat of his blood, the strain of overworked muscles, the fear in their eyes. The satisfaction.

Gohan wouldn't tell his mother, but also couldn't explain just why it felt

damn

GOOD.

Gohan stretched with a yawn, turning off the video and flopping back onto his bed, deciding best to allow his mind to come up with something staged videos could not.

Kicking off his pants he drew his fingers over hairless thighs, trying desperately to pretend his hands belonged to someone else. Soft fingertips, painted nails, drawing circles, tickling the thin skin of his inner thighs. A frown creased Gohan's brow and without a second thought the fingers curled and the scrape of blunt fingernails dug into the soft flesh and pulled.

He arched into the touch, nearly swallowing his tongue in the gasp. The hands of his fantasy shifted dramatically. Larger, thicker, callused. He paused a moment for his conscious thought to catch up to his unconscious want.

Pain was a factor, but it wasn't a predominant feeling. More of a result than sought specifically after. He had already experimented through that territory, but ended up ultimately ruling out masochism. Not a primary sense. No, it was something else.

He let his mind wander, imagining a form hovering between his parted legs, raking blunt fingers down his legs, commenting on the swell and slide of muscles twitching beneath his skin. Gohan would have blushed if he needed the positive reinforcement.

An innocent and inexperienced partner was rarely what came to him in these fantasies. The simple act of reaching out to the imaginary form only to have his hand slapped away instead always made Gohan chuckle aloud and redouble his efforts.

On the right track Gohan pushed his imagination further. Light hair? Dark? Large bust, smaller? Coy smile or knowing smirk? He sucked his lower lip between his teeth as he focused more on the physical aspect. Several girls faces floated before him, shuffling through like the overheard songs on a playlist.

With the threat of losing what little chub he did manage to garner he switched tactics and grabbed himself suddenly, squeezing the base of his cock to the point of pain, until he couldn’t swallow his own whimper. There, right there. The full red lips faded to pale ones, pulled down into a tight scowl.

Gohan released himself, the image fading as he gasped for breath. Both from how hard he had suddenly gotten, and the shock of what he glimpsed. He stared down at himself, the darkened glans just peaking out from the foreskin as it begged to press against those tight lips.

He shook his head furiously, slapping a hand over his eyes. Trunks! Think of Trunks from the future! Handsome and young, with lovely pale hair and tragically sad eyes. How would that hair feel brushing over his chest? He could reach out to trunks and caress his cheek, smooth his tears, show him it was alright.

His hand was knocked away and pinned beside him.

“What do you think you're doing?”

That wasn't Trunks. Oh Kami. It was never Trunks.

Gohan arched with a groan, heat shooting up his arms and curled in the pit of his stomach as he suppressed the instant desire to push against the imagined gravely deep voice. He wanted to hear it crack, to burst, to gasp and groan and quiver-

A deep chuckle rumbled between his legs. He could almost imagine the broad shoulders crawling between his parted thighs and gloved hands gripping tightly at Gohans hips, keeping him stilled. “Is that what you want?” The voice chided as the smirking mouth descended and ran up the underside of Gohan's dick, the hot tongue slipping beneath the crown to peel the foreskin further aside.

Gohan slapped his hand over his eyes as if closing them would erase the mental image itself instead of spiraling out of his very control. “No...” he pleaded with himself even as he swirled his thumb through the beading pre pearling upon the slit.

“You know I don't quiver.” Hot breath coated his sensitive head, making him throb within his own hand.

“It's not supposed to be you.” Gohan panted thinly, speaking aloud to try and convince himself further.

The darker part of him, the one that refused to let the image go, answered by having the most powerful living man in the known universe crawl up his body and trap Gohan's head between thick arms. “And yet here I am.” Blackened eyes bore down at Gohan, the typical scowl tugged into a smug smirk instead.

Gohan no longer touched himself, fingers twitching before him, imagining running his hands over the thin spandex hardly able to contain the pulsing power beneath. To slide down his rippling sides and grip at narrowed hips, tugging down and grinding against the hardness found there.

“So. This is what you want.” Vegeta cocked his head, peering down at the younger man with faint amusement as Gohan fell further and further away from rational thought and down onto something more basic.

Gohan could not pinpoint the exact moment in time when he started viewing the man as something more than just Trunks father or his dad's rival. He hardly had seen the man since Cell's defeat, even when visiting Trunks or Bulma in their own house. And when he did see the Prince hardly two words passed between them, and they were usually terse. So why Vegeta, of all people, creep into his thoughts, and even more confusing: his fantasizes, was beyond him. He just didn't know.

Yes you do.

The darker side of Gohan voiced with Vegeta's lips spoke. Strong fingers curled around Gohan's throat and squeezed slowly until his breath rasped. Vegeta leaned in closer until his breath puffed across Gohan's pink cheek and teeth scraped over plush lips. Gohan's nostral's flared, trying to suck in breath and instead grasping a heavy whiff of the pure Saiyan's scent. “I am nothing what you should desire. Not like this. A man like me-”

“A man like you.” Gohan gritted out through the tightened windpipe, interrupting his very own thoughts. He gripped at the wrists holding him down and shoved a knee up between Vegeta's legs, instantly causing the older man to growl, baring sharp canines.

Gohan's blood burned at the sight.

The snarl was replaced with a full roar of protest the moment Gohan threw the smaller man onto his own back, grasping handfuls of course hair to snap the Prince's head backwards and expose the vulnerable length of his corded neck. “...always did look better on his back.” Gohan finished, running his own tongue over the sharpened jut of his own canines.

Instinct took over.

Instinct from a race long dead and nearly forgotten as he sank teeth into the toughened flesh.

Instinct had him ravage the man beneath him. Lust had him explore the depths of his mouth and the tightness of his body. Something else had him claim the form as his own for reasons he was too terrified to understand. Gohan's own imagination had him hold the quivering Saiyan through the scream of his own release and the sea of white in the afterburn.

Instinct left Gohan sated.

He collapsed within his own mess until he willed his heart to slow and his breathing to even. His body ached from the excursion, but it was a pleasant burn that left him grinning toothily. Eventually he drifted, riding the tail end of the pleasant waves.

Something soft caught in his teeth when he inhaled and Gohan spit out a feather. He grumbled when another sucked into his mouth on the next breath. Sitting up with a grumble he pushed the damp hair from his eyes, only to balk at the sight around him.

Apparently instinct also shredded his pillows, broke his bed, and set his bookshelves on fire.

“Oh shit..” He gaped, jumping as a roof tile shattered to the floor somewhere to his left.

This will be tougher to explain to mom.

#vegehan #gohan x vegeta #fanfiction #dragon ball

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builder051 · 6 years

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hi there! You by no means have to do this, just thought it was a cute prompt: Peter is on his way to spend the weekend at stark tower while it’s raining, and because he’s a Rebellious Teen®️ he didn’t take a jacket like aunt May told him to, so he’s soaked by the time he gets there. He makes it a couple hours before he gets all feverish and chilly and such, and by the middle of the night it’s a full on flu! And tony lectures him about listening to his aunt from now on (:

Hey! That is a cute prompt; in fact it’s a little bit too cute for me.

This is absolutely nothing against you, but I just can’t hang with the ‘character gets a cold after being out in the rain’ trope.

I have written a Spider-Man fic featuring the rain and sick/hurt Peter and caring Tony, which I will paste below for you. I hope that sort of satisfies??

If anyone else wants to pick up the original prompt, please go for it!

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Running (Spiderman: Homecoming)

This was a prompt from AO3. Warnings for a little angst and a little emeto.

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When they get out of the car in front of the Avengers compound, all Peter wants is to take the elevator up to his room and collapse across the bed. Or maybe he’ll take the stairs. He’s not sure he trusts the throb in his head to stay out of the realm of nausea if he’s closed up in another moving vehicle.

But he doesn’t even get a step through the front door when Mr. Stark’s hand crashes down on his shoulder.

“No,” Tony says. “You’re not going anywhere until we’ve talked about this.”

Peter sighs. His suit feels too hot and too tight, but it’s doing nothing for the prickling of cold goosebumps on his arms. “There’s nothing to talk about.” He continues to shuffle across the entryway. “I said I was sorry.”

“That doesn’t cut it, kid,” Tony says. He steps around Peter, blocking him from escaping upstairs. “Sorry doesn’t matter. I don’t think you understand how serious this is.”

Peter lets out another breath and shrugs. “I was just doing my job. Same as you.” He’s too tired to arrange his face into anything but exasperated and serious.

“If you still think we have the same job…” Tony breaks off shaking his head. “That’s the problem.”

“Oh, so I’m not allowed to save people?” Peter internally cringes at the whininess seeping through his voice. Mr. Stark obviously thinks of him as a child, someone irresponsible and too naïve to handle responsibilities. His tone isn’t helping, and there’s no way to explain that it’s born more of exhaustion than an actual attitude.

“Of course you’re allowed to save people,” Tony replies, as if this is obvious. “You help me. Together, we save people.

“But I’m not, like, legit enough on my own.” The level of irritation start to rise. “Better not let me physically drag anybody out of harm’s way. Then Ironman won’t get the credit.”

“Fuck, kid, it’s not about credit. You are not allowed to take risks like that. You could’ve been killed.” Tony’s hands are balled into fists. “So, excuse me for caring about your safety.”

“If I hadn’t been there, that little girl would’ve died!” Peter explodes. The image of her tear-streaked rosy cheeks still shows in his mind’s eye. “I have to be allowed to keep a little kid from dying.”

“You can’t sacrifice yourself!” Tony shoots back. “Not in front of me.”

“But isn’t that what you were going to do?”

“No. I jumped in front of you and incinerated the bastard. And the bullet.”

“Big difference.”

“It is a big fucking difference.” Tony jams a finger into the spider logo on Petr’s chest. “My life wasn’t on the line.”

“So give me bigger weapons! Better armor!” Peter comes back. He takes a step backward away from Tony’s reach. His suit is starting to feel like a Halloween costume compared to Tony’s plain clothes and serious expression, his Ironman suit stowed away in a briefcase like the high-and-mighty businessman he is.

“That’ll just fuel your risk-taking. That’s the last thing I’m gonna do.” Tony gives a derisive laugh. “I’m not turning you into me.”

Peter changes his tact. “If I die saving someone, I don’t care. That’s what I do. I save people on the ground.” He swallows hard and clasps his cold, clammy hands behind his back. “If I put that much value on my own life…maybe I am too much like you.”

“Yeah, alright,” Tony spits. “So I’ll just say goodbye to all hopes you’re gonna go on to discover a cure for cancer, or get a PhD by the time your 25, or be the governor of New York, or president of Stark industries. I’ll go flush your college fund down the toilet while I’m at it. Or maybe bust it on booze, since you’re not opposed to people fucking themselves up.”

“I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Yeah, you did,” Tony say. “You’re gonna throw it all away. Just like you did last time I offered you something.”

Peter’s chest fills with guilt, which mixes with his anger like baking soda and vinegar. The throb in his head increases to skull-splitting. He needs to get out of here, but Tony’s still blocking all paths upstairs. “You know what. I can’t do this right now. Fuck you,” he says, with as much force as he can while keeping his volume under control. He turns on his heel and shoves back through the compound’s front door.

A light rain has started to fall, and it quickly cools Peter’s rage. He feels bad the moment he’s on the other side of the heavy glass that fronts the building. The adrenaline fueling him is waning, and within seconds he goes from frustrated to emotionally limp.

He should turn around and apologize. Go up to his room and take a painkiller and a nap and let things blow over. But…he can’t. Something’s keeping him standing under the low-hanging clouds, hating Mr. Stark. And possibly hating himself more.

Maybe it’s pride. Or maybe masochism. But whatever it is, it leads Peter to point his boots away from the compound, toward a misty tree-lined ridge. He walks maybe half a football field before he starts feeling downright cold, shivering slightly beneath the fabric of his suit. By the time he reaches the tree line, his teeth are chattering.

The walk helps clear his head a little, but it does nothing for the pain in it. Earlier Peter had assumed it was just a post-mission crash, a little low blood sugar, a little dehydration, a little hormonally burnt out. But now that the throb has roughly timed itself up with the cold tremors wracking his limbs, he feels barely a step from feverish.

He weaves between trees in various states of leaflessness. Damp twigs and natural mulch crunch beneath his thin-soled boots. The softness of the forest floor feels uncanny, a sharp contrast from the hard tile and wood floors back at the compound. It’s almost like the little stand of trees wants to make him comfortable more than Mr. Stark does.

“What did I do?” Peter mutters under his breath. He backs up against a tree and leans into it, pressing his slightly damp gloved hands over his face. The pressure of tears is built up behind his eye sockets like water balloons about to burst. Mr. Stark’s probably going to fire him. Take away the suit again, for good this time. All because he can’t listen. He’s a hardheaded teenager with a lack of respect for authority. It sounds like a bad report card.

But all of it stems from a maddening desire to change the world for the better. What on earth is wrong with saving a little girl’s life? If he died doing it, there’d probably be a statue raised in his honor. Which is honestly a lot more recognition than he’s getting right now as Mr. Stark’s kid sidekick. Peter’s head gives a particularly strong throb, and he slides down the roughness of tree bark until he’s seated on the forest floor with his head pressed into his knees.

He doesn’t really mean to shut his eyes in the first place, but when Peter opens them, it’s downright dark out. The rain’s picked up, falling harder and colder through the network of branches over his head. He unwinds from the ball he’s been curled into and almost falls over. Vertigo takes over all fumbling thoughts, and Peter’s left to scramble for a hold on the tree trunk to keep from face-planting.

Peter painfully shakes his head and tries to remember where the fuck he is. It clunks into place along with why the fuck he’s there, and a fresh wave of guilt flows down to his stomach while quiet nausea works in the other direction. He’s only a few minutes’ walk from the compound. He needs to go back, if only because he’s freezing and wet and not feeling well. It hardly matters if he still doesn’t completely forgive Tony. He needs to think of himself, his health, and put attitude aside… So maybe Mr. Stark does have a point after all.

Peter finishes hauling himself to his feet, the roughness of tree bark pulling the spandex of his gloves. He starts back down the hill in what he hopes is the direction of the compound. It’s a little disconcerting that he doesn’t completely remember. And also that he’s having a hard time walking in a straight line.

When he breaks through the trees, rain starts hitting him hard. It’s turning to mixed sleet, and the moisture cuts through his suit instantaneously. Peter can’t control the chattering of his teeth, and his throat is so tight he’s going to fall over retching at any moment.

He walks forward, looking down so the icy droplets don’t cut against his cheeks. So when the sunny beam of headlights cuts into his visual field, Peter isn’t quite sure what he’s looking at. He blinks against the sudden brightness, trying to make out the outline of the car. It’s low-profile and red, inching along atop wet grass, though it’s obviously meant for stretches of highway. Or racetracks.

“Oh my god,” Someone shouts. The car’s driver door opens, and Mr. Stark emerges, looking frantic. He’s wearing the same clothes he had on under is Ironman suit, and no jacket to protect from the weather. He sprints up to Peter and grabs him in an embrace that seems to catch them both off guard.

“What the fuck, kid?” Tony asks. “I didn’t know if you’d gone back to the city, or into town, or… I definitely didn’t think you’d gone hiking…”

“Huh.” Peter’s too cold, and his jaw’s too tightly wired to say much of anything. But he feels his face crumple, and warm, salty tears join the droplets of cold rain streaming down his face.

“It’s ok,” Tony comforts him, patting him on the back with a touch too much force.

“S-sorry,” Peter chokes out. He means sorry for crying, sorry for leaving, sorry for yelling, sorry for everything.

“I’m not mad,” Tony murmurs. “Jesus, you‘re freezing. Get in the car. I’ll get you someplace warm.”

Peter means to say ok, but his body’s had enough of talking and shivering and pent up emotion. When he opens his mouth, he ends up pitching forward in a body-wracking dry retch.

“Or, ok, throw up a little bit first,” Tony says with what sounds like the verbal equivalent of a shrug. Peter heaves again, bringing up bile and not much else.

When he’s able to semi-straighten up, coughing, Tony maneuvers him over to the sports car, practically picking him up to stick him in the passenger seat. Then he walks around to his own side and sees to pointing every vent at Peter and blasting the heater.

“I’m gonna make sure you’re taken care of, ok?” Mr. Stark says. He pats Peter’s shoulder a little more gently this time. Peter has an idea he’s not just talking about right now.

He shakily nods. “Ok.”

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Peter: The Adventures of Spider-Man and Kinesis

Summary:The trails and tribulations of two super teens in Queens.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Cursing

Word count: 3,932

No. 1

“No, no, wait! This is my…friend? Partner? Uh, Partner in crime, no, my partner in justice?”

Spider-Man stumbled over his words as he and Kinesis sat in a glimmering Lexus in the middle of a parking garage, the police surrounding them as a man nearly bled to death on the surrounding ground. Kinesis, with her hooded face and cloaked body, looked quite suspicious next to the web slinger.

“Guys, I swear, she’s with me!” he pleaded again, stepping out of the car, one hand still raised. He could hear a chopper circling the building and canines barking. He squinted at the blaring red and blue lights as officers cautiously stepped closer to the scene.

“Then what happened to him?” one officer yelled, pointed his gun (which was previously pointed at Spider-Man) to the body lying face down on the ground, a vicious wound denting the back side of his head.

“Um,” Spider-Man started bluntly. “He was like that when we got here.”

The officer flicked his eyes up to the vigilante, who looked almost sheepish as he shrugged. Clearly apprehensive, the officer lowered his gun, but not before the clicks of several safeties alerted Spider-Man to some movement behind him.

He watched as Kinesis closed the car door, pulling back her hood. That unwavering indifferent look was almost ominous under the green light of the garage. Standing there, she surveyed the situation blankly, before floating over to the Spider.

“I do not understand what you all are doing, but we are leaving. The man you are looking for is in the trunk.” She stated all of this in a monotone voice, floating away just as easily before taking a nose dive off the edge of the garage. The sirens had long since faded and Spider-Man straightened his back, running to a start as the police still gaped.

“She’s not lying about the guy being in the trunk. Also, you might want to call an ambulance; Lexus guy is still breathing!” his last words were hurried shout as he swung off, following the bright light of Kinesis’ powers. She seemed to be flying with no destination in mind, at least to no destination he knew of.

A moment later she switched from gliding to flying, the disk disappearing beneath her feet and her body going horizontal. Spider-Man’s lips twitched behind the mask.

“Kinesis,” he called out, stopping on the roof of a building he knew well. Oscorp’s silvery tower was brightly lit, even so late into the night. As he stood, Kinesis caught a glance at him from over her shoulder, then turned to join him.

“What is it?” She inquired, crossing her arms and floating in front of him. He hated when she did that; it felt condescending, as though she was flaunting her higher power in his face. Even though he knew she wasn’t showing off on purpose, it still rubbed him the wrong way. Similarly to how she handled the situation back there.

“Listen, if we’re going to continue… this,” Spider-Man spoke carefully, trying and failing to accurately sum up their partnership. “We need to lay down some rules.”

She was so quiet, even while exerting the energy to hover like that. He swore there was an acute nod from under the hood, but he couldn’t be sure she was actively listening until she said, “What rules?”

The wall crawler almost cried out upon hearing her cooperative tone. “For one, can you not float above me like that? It makes me feel weird.”

“Do you mean short?” she quipped, landing softly on her feet next to him. He pouted, noting that when on equal footing, Kinesis was notably shorter than he was. “I mean patronized,” He bit back, crossing his arms.

“I assure you that is not my intention.” There was mirth in her voice, but Spidey chose to ignore it.

“Second rule; you cannot dismiss cops like that.” He waged his finger at her, showing that he was serious about this one. “Those guys are doing us a favor by not locking us up.”

“And we are doing them a favor by stopping crimes they are too inadequate for. I should not have to adjust my action for the sake of mortals,” she told him, making the Spider’s fists shake a little as he sighed. Kinesis must have caught his disapproval, because she grunted before removing her hood once again. Her eyes were solemn, glowing in the lights of the city, the color of them still unbeknownst to the web slinger.

Spider-Man couldn’t imagine how she felt. He couldn’t fathom being supernatural, stuck in a world full of emotions and actions he couldn’t comprehend, much less sympathize with. He could only understand that as a hero, he had a duty to his city, and he would do it to the best of his ability.

But at the end of the day, underneath the spandex, he was human. Kinesis was not.

“I’m sorry I cannot understand--”

“I know.”

His answer must have taken the girl by surprise, because she shut her mouth tight, watching him in awe. “I know that you don’t have a grasp on human emotion, or the affairs of humans in general, but trust me. They don’t like knowing that there’s higher beings than them. Heck, I don’t even really like it,” he disclosed, making her eyes go wider as he finished his sentiment.

“I’m not asking you to change who you are. I’m just asking you to cooperate a bit. That’s all,” he phrased, wondering what her response might be. Their normal silence bothered him and he shifted under her gaze. It felt familiar; both her eyes and the situation, but Kinesis’ voice derailed his thoughts.

“I can understand that, Spider,” she said, placing her hood back atop her head and turning away from him. She stepped closer to the edge of the building before looking back. “I will try to be more amiable in the future.”

She was flying off before the slinger had chance to reply, her cloak soon blending into the hues of New York’s night. An immense weight lifted from his shoulders as he sighed, mumbling under his breath, “I’m glad we had this talk.”

No. 2

Sundays.

Something about that day isn’t quite as bad as other’s as far as Peter Parker is concerned. Perhaps certain criminals can tell that it’s the Lord’s day, or some other form of divine intervention, because crimes just do not happen on that day.

Cap once said, “Petty thieves normally have some form of decency”, but Dr. Banner pointed out that it was probably because most people stayed inside with families.

“Whatever the reason, I’m glad it doesn’t include me,” Peter informed them, laying down on his back and draping an arm over his eyes. “I’m so exhausted.”

“Exhausted from what? Getting your ass handed to you?” Peter didn’t need to peep through his fingers to recognize your voice. He didn’t move to acknowledge your statement, and you only laughed further, sitting down next to him and turning on the TV. He was going to ask about which weird TV show you were going to watch next, when an anchor woman’s voice caught his attention.

“Last week, an alarming series of burglaries starting in Midtown and ending in Queens have been thwarted by the vigilantes Spider-Man and Kinesis. The Wall Crawler and the Caped Crusader have been very diligent about picking up after crimes, some might even say more so than the Avengers.”

Peter’s figure shot straight up, watching the TV with wide eyes and a boyish grin. “Did you hear that? Some people think I’m better than the Avengers!” Peter swiveled his head to look at you, but the expression you held steeled him. Y/N?”

Sitting there with blank eyes watching the TV, you seemed less than thrilled. Your hand rubbed absentmindedly at your collar bone, your gaze so far away that Peter felt chilled just looking at you. “Y/N?” he asked, much softer this time as his hand touched your shoulder.

“Hm?” you said, quickly turning away and facing Peter. “Sorry Pete, I was just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” he asked, genuinely concerned. You’d never looked so lost before, and he wondered if something was seriously wrong. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Your lips curved faintly, but your stare was on the ground. Hollow eyes blinked back up, forced grin too painful for Peter to allow to continue. “Seriously, what is it?”

The smile dissolved into a grimace. “You’ve been spending an awful lot of time with Kinesis.”

Until those words had been spoken aloud, Peter wasn’t aware that jealousy was in your vocabulary. You didn’t wear it well, that much was evident. And yet, Peter felt like grinning, a fiendish smile because “It almost serves you right to be jealous.”

But he took the thought out of his head. Returned emotions had never been a guarantee with you, and he’d known that since the beginning. But it was still nice to know you cared. “I guess so. She’s just helping me fight crime, is all.” His nonchalant shrug seemed to make you grow even more agitated, and Peter couldn’t help but tease. “Why, are you jealous I’m hanging out with other girls?”

“I’m sure you hang out with other girls all the time. I didn’t expect you to abstain from them in my absence,” you backfired, bringing up the infamous Shanghai Trip. Peter frowned, wondering if you were going to flash him a grin to signify the joke, but the moment never came. Instead the two of you sat in silence, aware of what you’d said and what had been done.

“Just…be careful out there, okay? Wherever she comes from, I’m sure there’s more like her. But there isn’t anyone else like you.” Your eyes were sincere and you didn’t smile, worry evident in every aspect of the interaction. Peter could only nod, his heart swollen with affection.

“Yeah, yeah, I promise,” he told her and she smiled, flipping the channel to something more lighthearted.

No. 3

It was awkward, something that was different this time around when it came to the so-called Caped Crusader.

She wouldn’t really look at or speak to Spider-Man anymore, only when they were in the heat of battle (much like now, actually. An old friend of Spidey’s had come out—the Green Goblin, pumpkin bombs and all).

Spider-Man swerved to avoid another bomb, which Kinesis just encircled in her wicked purple energy. The bombs would explode, no damage done and it was starting to annoy the villain.

“You’re no fun with your lackey around, Web Head. What’s the matter, have you not trained her to speak yet?” the Goblin screeched forward on his hoverboard, using the sharp prongs at the end to trap Spider-Man, pinning him to the side of a building. “Why don’t you face me by yourself anymore?”

“Because your obsession with me is getting a little old. And creepy,” he quipped, using his arms to hop out from between the prongs and onto the hoverboard. Irritated, the villain simply jetted forward, tilting at a ninety-degree angle to shake the Spider off. Peter hurdled forward, in a bit of a panic before he felt the familiar feeling of flying.

“The obsession was always creepy,” she replied and Spider-Man grinned, watching as the Green Goblin began pursuit. With a sigh, Kinesis abruptly stopped, facing the villain head on.

“Um, Kinesis? What are you—“ before he could finish there was just brightness, a wall of purple light that extended far beyond his plane of vision. The Goblin inevitably smacked into it, but with his impressive suit he wasn’t nearly as fazed as he should have been.

“Damn,” Kinesis muttered, and Spider-Man briefly asked himself where she had learned to curse. Probably from him.

“Ahahaha, that’s a pretty good trick for a sidekick,” the villain jeered, and the girl’s hands balled to fists. “But maybe next time we play you can do something with a little more punch.”

“Like this?” Suddenly an impression of her fist materialized, bigger than her entire body and sent the Green Goblin flying into the side of a building. He the force of his impact created a mold if his body in the brick. He slumped forward, falling with no control over his glider before being bubbled, like Electro had all those weeks ago, when Spider-Man first met Kinesis.

She huffed before making the bubble smaller and smaller, cramping the goblin inside with very little room. Kinesis looked back to see Spider-Man in awe; nothing new, but certainly enjoyable.

“Sorry, he was, what is it you humans say? Getting on my nerves?” She cracked a grin, looking untouchable, infallible, immortal as her green hair blew around her shoulders and the gem on her forehead seemed to sparkle.

Never mind her dust streaked face or the cut above her brow. Kinesis actually laughed the more the web-slinger stayed silent. He felt like his brain was going into overdrive, his face and neck even sweatier than usual. His hands twitched and he flexed his fingers, trying to rid himself of that feeling.

The feeling he usual only had around Y/N.

“If it is okay with you, I would really like to stop being referred to as your sidekick. If it does not hurt your feelings,” she added, but there was mirth in her tone. The two of you were waiting for the police, (per Spider-Man’s instructions on the night of the parking garage incident) the goblin looking almost peacefully asleep in his tight bubble.

“You never were my sidekick,” Spider-Man blurted, his face burning as he realized what he was going to add on. His abrupt stop made the heroine look him in the eyes, her brows creasing.

“Then what was I?” There’s a moment between answers, the two of them just standing in a thoughtful silence. In the distance sirens wailed, and her attention was split, so Spider-Man found his chance.

“You’re my friend,” he replied, hoping the noise would drown out his unsure voice, but Kinesis still turned. Those indiscernible eyes were gleaming, her dark lips curving to make her look so young, so different from the hardened, condescending woman he first thought she was.

“I am glad to be your friend, Spider-Boy,” she joked, moving the bubble closer to a few horrified policemen. They looked over at the smiling girl, fear quite evident before she dropped the Goblin on the ground. Hastily they secured handcuffs around him, shoving the villain into the car.

One of them stopped, lifting up their cap in respect to the heroes. “Thanks, Spider-Man and Kinesis,” he waved, and the two gave smile, Spider-Man giving two thumbs up as camera flashes go off around them. Spider-Man supposes this must be the first picture where Kinesis must look like a real hero, so he pushed her next to him. Her smile doesn’t waver, and the two of them pose like a superhero duo; like partners in crime.

Like friends.

No. 4

His breaths were labored and uneven, his chest staggering as blood seeped from the wound in his abdomen. It was leaking, the blood staining the concrete under him, and Kinesis’ cape, which pooled around him as she crouched down to inspect him.

“Spider-Man?” she spoke, her voice shaky and small, an unusual occurrence in her speech patterns. Her eyes were wide and frantic, searching their surroundings for the best option, but there was nothing she could do.

“Spidey, tell me what to do, tell me how to help!” she urged, knowing it was probably futile. The hero couldn’t even breathe, much less give coherent directions. Spider-Man took a raspy gasp for air, and Kinesis blinked, tears shedding down her face.

“You have to…pull it out,” he hissed, trying his hardest to keep it together, but he was finding it increasingly hard with the metal shrapnel still in his side. It didn’t feel deep, but then again, all Spider-Man felt was pain, dizzying his senses and shutting his brain off.

“Pull it out and then what?” Kinesis inquired, looking around for anything that could have helped in this situation. The alley they were in was dark and dirty, not a very ideal place for an impromptu surgery. “Spider-Man we have to get you to a—“

“Don’t say hospital,” he breathed, using most of his energy which caused him to collapse against the floor. Warm hands cupped the back of his head firmly, her nails scratching lightly against his scalp in a soothing manner.

“We have to get you to some facility,” she muttered, gently resting his head on the ground. “The Avenger’s facility?”

“Too far,” he mumbled, moving his head and he tried to lean on his elbows again. “There’s… there’s this girl.”

“Is she close enough?” Kinesis’ voice was undecipherable, a mask of concern and something else. Peter was too tried and in too much trouble to think about it.

“She lives some blocks from here…in the building next to the silver water tower. It’s that way,” Spider-Man halfheartedly pointed left of where Kinesis stood, giving direction as best he could. “MJ. Her window has purple curtains.”

For a second Kinesis didn’t move, which Spider-Man found very, very strange. As if in a daze herself, the girl looked up in the direction he had previously directed, then looked back down at his struggling form. Shedding her cloak, she draped it gently across the wall crawler’ shivering form. She picked them both up and flew off on a disk, surprisingly quiet given her earlier state.

Spider-Man almost found the voice to ask her about it when she disappeared, falling though the tangible surface before he landed squarely in her arms, grunting in discomfort as the shrapnel rubbed against his skin.

Kinesis looked at the window solemnly before asking, “What is her name?” Again the voice was surprisingly cold and distant, but Peter was not in the state to ask about it.

“Mary Jane,” he coughed, eyes flitting closed.

Spider-Man didn’t see the exchange between them. He heard MJ’s name being called, Kinesis’ powerful and foreign voice making MJ’s name sound regal and grand. After that there was MJ’s voice, loud at first but then quiet, possibly just a whisper.

Then the was the changing of hands, Kinesis’ strong warm body for the plushness of MJ’s bed, swallowing him with comfort, but not the same heat. Spider-Man’s eyes opened for just a second, long enough to catch MJ’s scared face looming above him.

With his narrowed eyes he could see Kinesis, rubbing her collar bone in deep concern, her eyes going back and forth between him and MJ. She looked so different without the cape; standing there (floating, really) in just tights and a leotard she looked like a dancer, waiting in the wings for her turn on the stage. Her mystery and grandiose was gone, and without the green hair and jewel between the eyes, she could have looked mortal. In fact, she might have looked familiar.

MJ said something to the heroine and then she was gone, leaving her cape with Peter, and leaving her scent to was over him as he closed his eyes again.

No. 5

“You’ve seriously never done this?”

The fire escape was awash with gold and pink light as the sun faded quickly on the horizon. Perched on iron railings, the heroes known as Spider-Man and Kinesis are looking over the city, munching on burritos neither of them remembered paying for.

“I do not even know what this is,” Kinesis reminded the wall crawler, the sider of her mouth full of food as she tried to chew. “It is delicious, however.”

“I still can’t believe you’ve lived here for so long and you’ve never eaten a burrito! Have you even had pizza? Ice cream?” She was shaking her head and Spider-Man was freaking out, the shock of her situation making an ‘O’ form on his lips. With the mask pulled up just below his nose, Kinesis, for the first time, saw his pale complexion and pink lips, even though they were currently occupied.

“Seriously? What do you guys even eat where you’re from? Do you even need to eat?” Two months ago he wouldn’t have even fathomed asking her about where she was from, but they had warmed up to each other quite nicely. Every once in a while, when days were slow, he and Kinesis would sit on the fire escape and watch the streets below them, more often than not with food. This was the first time, however, they’d done so nearing sunset.

“We eat what we are served. My family came from royalty, I never saw where my food came from,” she told him, looking down at the foil wrapped burrito in her hands. “And we certainly never had anything quite like this.”

“Sounds nice. The royalty thing, not the not having burritos, thing,” he clarified, making a small chuckle come from Kinesis.

“It was not bad. It feels a lot worse now, looking back on it. I never did anything.” Her face suddenly went sullen, as though she was remembering something unpleasant. Spider-Man waited, hoping she would say more and open up to him. They were friends, after all. And who ese could you entrust your suppressed childhood memories to?

“Do you know why I came here?” she asked suddenly, and Spider-Man could sense her urgency, like a warning, like danger. He was getting close to something he wasn’t sure he was supposed to, but he shook his head no in response.

She deflated, her shoulders slumped forward so much he thought she might fall. “I came here because I thought I would feel significant. I am one of many back home; indistinguishable, ordinary, replaceable,” she recited, almost like a self-deprecating mantra. “There was not much I could do, so I left. There are many planets very similar to mine, with long ruling dynasties and powerful leaders, but Earth is not one of them.”

Spider-Man was so quiet, Kinesis had to look up to see if he was still there. His mask was back over his mouth, expression undeterminable, probably how he wanted it. She exhaled, letting out a humorless chuckle. “I suppose the thought process of a spoiled princess must be…condescending, to humans. But at the same time, I believe you recognize my feelings. I just wanted to feel as if I had a place somewhere, is that understandable?”

“It’s more than understandable,” Spidey finally spoke, face turned to the horizon, now washing their faces in orange and pink. “The need to contribute, the idea that you have some sort of power in this world...it’s very human.” He mused, unable to characterize her feelings in any other word.

“I guess it is,” she muttered, her eyes glued to the same spot as Spider-Man’s. The air was cool and the silence was welcome, the space between them feeling smaller as they both gripped the rail, hands touching in the subtlest of ways.

“Thank you,” Kinesis broke their silence with soft words, never breaking her gaze from the setting sun. Spider-Man chanced a glance, seeing the warm sun color her brilliantly, the gem in the center of her forehead reflecting rainbows. He wished he was Peter Parker right now, a camera ready in his hands to capture the moment, the sight of the girl next to him making his heart beat loud and apparent.

He didn’t ask what for, however, he just sighed contentedly. This was not a moment for Peter Parker. It was a moment for Spider-Man.

“You’re welcome.”

(why yes, I did steal Batman’s nickname)

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Superhero Factory Tour - deviantart

Prologue

Pleased to meet you! My name is Walter Walker and I’m the CEO of DoubleDub Industries, the largest food production and food processing corporation in America. Over the years my company has had astounding success with nutritional innovations and grown into a multi-billion dollar global food juggernaut. In recognition of my success I believe it’s important to periodically give back to society, so I decided to organize a special private tour of my primary production factory! But I had very special guests in mind. I have always loved superheroes. They provide inspiration to common people everywhere, and help keep our country safe and stable. Nothing has made me more excited than seeing these superhumans vanquish threats to our way of life, and my bottom line, so I decided to invite America's most famous superheroes for a private tour of my factory! I sent out invitations over the news, and only minutes later I got word that five heroes had accepted. Clearly even these superhumans know what a big deal my company is! The heroes coming on my private factory tour were to be Superman, The Flash, Green Lantern, Nightwing and Batman. The date was set. I was so excited! Not only was I going to get to meet my heroes, but it would be the most spectacular publicity for my company! I was determined that everything should go perfectly, this was a once in a lifetime event. I had every inch of the factory cleaned and polished to perfection, and all of the nation's press assembled outside the gates.

Arrival

The morning of the superhero tour finally came, and I was so excited I could barely control myself! I stood outside the gates of my factory while thousands of fans and hundreds of reporters thronged the plaza outside my front gates. I had worn a slim fitting lavender suit that showed off my fit body, and had my blonde hair coiffed and set perfectly in place. Everything for today had to be perfect. Then suddenly, the air cracked like thunder, and they arrived. In the blank of an eye the five superheroes had landed outside my front gate. They turned out to the crowd and waved, shaking a few hands and taking a few selfies with their fans, then they turned and looked at me. "Gentleman!" I smiled, "shall we begin the tour?!" And with that I led the five superhumans into my factory. As soon as we were past the gate and it closed, I stopped and faced my guests. I had never been this close to a superhero and they were incredibly majestic in person, almost intimidating. "This is such an honor to have you all here!" I said, "now that we are away from prying eyes and cameras, shall we introduce ourselves? I'm Walter, I started this company 27 years ago, and have overseen its growth from a small cannery into the most innovative food distributor in the world, and I cannot wait to show it off for you!" Superman then stepped forward with a friendly grin on his handsome square face, "Very happy to meet you Walter, obviously you know who I am, but since we are among friends here, you can call me Clark." He reached out and shook my hand, and I almost went weak in the knees. Clark stood at least 6'-5" and had shoulders so wide it was hard to imagine him fitting through a normal door. His sky blue spandex suit was shrink-wrapped onto his impressively muscular body, and highlighted every bulge and crevice from his round meaty pecs to his veiny biceps, soccer ball deltoids, and cobblestone abs. I hadn’t realized that up close he really did have a bodybuilder’s physique, with a muscly neck that was wider than his head. The Superman insignia on his chest was pushed out and slightly distorted by his massive pectoral muscles, and thick firm nipples the size of thimbles pointed straight down under his engorged chesticles. His thick thighs seemed as wide as tree trunks and were criss-crossed by prominent bulging veins. He wore stretchy red briefs over his blue suit, and they did nothing to hide the heavy bulge at his crotch. It almost looked as if there was a coke can straining the red spandex, with two apple-sized nuts shoved underneath it. Apparently he’s just used to flying around with his huge Kryptonian manhood on display. Behind him, the red spandex briefs were buried in the crack of his meaty ass, and each cheek seemed as round and firm as a basketball. I glanced up into his eyes again, and he had the most beautiful and friendly blue eyes. It was almost disconcerting to think that those eyes could fire deadly lasers at any moment. Clark must have noticed the awkwardly long pause I took admiring his body while we shook hands, and he chuckled, "Don't worry man, I don't bite. You have to meet the rest of the crew!" "Of course! Where are my manners?! Gentlemen!" I then shook hands with Nightwing, who was wearing a skin-tight black suit with a blue eagle stretched across his shoulders. His toned and muscular body was partially obscured by slim body armor, which I suppose was necessary since he was the only two men here without actual superpowers. Still, I noticed that he was as nimble as a panther and clearly possessed impressive reflexes. He stood slightly shorter than my 6’ height. “Great to meet you!” Nightwing smiled, “and you seem like a trustworthy guy, being an important CEO and all, so call me Dick!” The Flash was next. He was just my height and unsurprisingly had a lithe runner’s build. The material of his red suit was especially thin and almost had a shiny metallic luster to it. I could almost feel static electricity crackling around him as we shook hands.

"Well since we are all so trustworthy here, feel free to call me Barry," the speedster said. I then approached Batman, who seemed incapable of smiling, nevertheless he shook my hand, saying in a hoarse whisper, "Call me Bruce for today, but if you ever leak my name I'll slice you scalp to scrotum." I tried not to chuckle at the threat, clearly Bruce takes himself extremely seriously. He was a few inches taller than me, and although he was clearly very well-built he was wearing so much body armor that it was practically impossible to see his physique. "Finally!" Green Lantern said with a big grin as I turned to introduce myself to him. "I've been looking forward to this for a while! Feel free to call me Hal. Now let's get this show on the road!" Hal seemed to have a glowing green aura surrounding his entire body, which was particularly strong where the famous ring was mounted on his finger. I actually noticed he was levitating about an inch off the ground. He was slightly taller than me, and very muscular, but not nearly as tall or bulky as Superman. He was wearing a green bodysuit over black full body spandex, and the Green Lantern insignia over his impressive pecs glowed especially bright. At the crotch of his green bodysuit I couldn't help but notice the hefty bulge straining the stretchy fabric. The green spandex was so tight I could clearly see the head of his meaty cock. Hal noticed my eyes lingering on his bulge and when I looked up at his face he winked at me. "All right then!" I said, "if that's enough of an introduction for everyone, let's begin the tour!” I then lead Clark, Dick, Barry, Bruce, and Hal through the secondary gate and into the heart of my factory.

Nutrition

First and foremost, I wanted to show the superheroes how charitable my company is by taking them to the room where we produce nutritional assistance bars. "Follow me in here guys!" I said, bringing them into a room where my special ultra-high calorie nutrition formula was being shaped and packaged into small 2in bars. "Those don't look particularly appetizing," Nightwing said, picking up one of the small brownish-gray bars. "The flavor isn't the point!" I said, “these are DoubleDub’s specially formulated emergency supplemental nutrition bars. We distribute them to third world countries and disaster zones when there is a risk of starvation and no way to ship in food to people who would otherwise starve. Each one of these little bars contains a full week's worth of calories, and just a couple of them can keep a full grown adult alive for months. As we improve our distribution network, we really believe that these bars can make starvation a thing of the past!" "That's truly remarkable," Clark said, patting me lightly on the back, "kudos to you for using your company's resources to produce a product that can help so many of the poorest and most vulnerable people on earth." "Yes truly," Dick said, "I had no idea that you guys were innovating so much to help po- BARRY?! What are you doing?!" The five of us turned quickly to see that The Flash was popping three of the small bars into his mouth at the same time, and from the 12 wrappers at his feet it was clear that these were not the first ones he had eaten. "Sir! You can't just consume that many of these! This is a highly compressed intensely calorie dense formula!" "Oh what's the big deal," Barry scoffed between chews, "not only do I have the fastest metabolism of any man on Earth, but I didn't have breakfast today, and I can't spend this entire tour with my stomach rumbling." "But each one of those is over a week's worth of calories!" I protested, "and they're not designed to be consumed in multiples! When that many are ingested together it could cause a critical mass and a rapid release of all the compressed calories!" "Oh I'm sure he'll be fine," Hal said nonchalantly, "I've seen this fool eat an entire restaurant's worth of food and burn through it with 10 minutes of running. We don't need to worr-“ Suddenly a massive rumble emanated from Barry’s stomach. "Ugh guys, maybe you're right, I'm starting to get a massive stomach ache" the speedster said, rubbing his hands over his abdomen. "My gut feels so heavy all of a sudden." "Oh no," I said, "this isn't going to be pretty." "Oh my god, Barry! Is he getting fatter?!" Clark said frantically. Sure enough, a slight punch was quickly developing at Barry's belly. His toned abdominals had disappeared, and a new softness was forming all around his body. "I'm afraid so, I was afraid this could happen," I said with resignation in my voice, "that many nutrition bars ingested simultaneously is causing an exponential release of calories directly into his body." "Ooooh, I don't feel so good," Barry moaned. By now, thick rolls of fat were forming all around his torso, his firm pectorals bloated out into heavy man tits, and his striated thighs thickened up into flabby tree trunks. His ass expanded like two huge overfilled water balloons, pulling the straining red fabric of his suit deep into its crack. "Help him! Do something!" Nightwing yelled. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do," I sighed. "Had we realized a few moments earlier, we could possibly have gotten him to vomit up the nutrition bars before they released their calories, but once a critical mass release like this has begun there is no way to stop it."

"Fuuuuck I'm getting so fat!" Barry moaned. By now he was as big as a champion sumo wrestler, with a thick flabby gut that was already hanging down below his yellow belt. Any muscular definition he had was gone, replaced by smooth bulges of fat and flab. The formerly sharp jawline of his face was obscured by a thickening double chin, and his fingers were plumping out into bloated sausages. Suddenly the expanding hero fell on his heavy sagging ass, making his entire body wobble and bounce. "Guys please!" Barry begged, tears beginning to glisten in his eyes, "I can't be a superhero if I weigh a thousand pounds!" "Well I'm sure eventually you'll be able to burn some of this weight off!" I said cheerfully, "it should only take you a few years! That is, if you're ever actually able to walk again." "Uuuunh!" Barry moaned, his head leaning back to rest on the billowing fat of his back and former neck. Fat continued to pile onto his body, forming roll after roll of wobbly flab. It was clear that he was starting to become immobile, as it was beginning to be difficult for him to shift his legs or flail with his arms. "What a fat fucking idiot," I heard Batman mutter. "Okay!" Nightwing said optimistically, "I think his growth is slowing down!" It did indeed seem that The Flash's fattening was nearing its end. A few more gurgles and rumbles and he stopped growing. He was remarkable, a true beached whale of a man. I was very impressed that his red suit had not torn away from his fattened body. "How much do you think he weighs now?" Hal asked. "Hmmm," I punched a few figures into my calculator estimating Barry's initial height and weight, "my estimate would be between 1400 and 1600 pounds." "Dear God," Superman said, "he's swollen up to be almost a ton of fat! How are we going to move him? He can't walk, and even I can't pick him up with all his liquidy fat folds bouncing and flopping everywhere!" "Moving him is going to be a challenge indeed," I said, "but I might just have an idea. I pushed a button on my pager to summon two of my workers, and in less than a minute they burst through the door of the nutrition bar room. My workers were wearing my standard factory-issue uniform, a skin-tight full-body gray rubber suit, which covered their heads and obscured their faces. A small opening at their mouths and nostrils was the only skin visible. Black reflective goggles covered their eyes, and they sported black rubber boots and gloves. I only hired fit muscular men to work in my factory, so both of them were over 6 ft tall and around 250 pounds of muscle. The majority of my workers were jocks who had failed out of College and needed a job when being a pro athlete didn’t pan out. I had directed the workers to bring the whipped cream machine with them, and the two muscular workers rolled the massive contraption through the door towards the now massively obese Flash. "Wha- what are you go- gonna do to me?" The fattened Flash muttered, trying in vain to shift his enormous body. His enormous flabby folds sort of looked like melting ice cream, wrapped in red spandex. "Well Barry, we need to move you somehow, and there's no way we can move you when you're a mountain of floppy flab, so this machine will help us temporarily tighten you up!" "Wha- But I - mmmmph mmmph!" My workers popped the hose of the whipped cream machine into Barry's fat mouth. "I sure hope you know what you're doing," Clark said nervously. "I'm sure this will work! Guys, turn on the whipped cream machine! Maximum output!" Immediately the machine hummed to life, and a steady stream of fluffy whipped cream began to flow down the tube into Barry's mouth. His eyes went wide with panic as the frothy whipped cream began to fill him, but it was clear he loved the taste. The effect of the whipped cream flowing into him was quickly apparent. His loose flabby folds began to expand and fluff up, and the rolls of his abdomen became rounder. "He's swelling up like a balloon!" Hal exclaimed. "Oh good, make the fat ass even bigger," Batman rolled his eyes.

"I think it's working!" I said expectantly. By now Barry's fat mountain of a body was beginning to puff up all over. He looked less like two tons of fat and more like an inflating parade balloon. His arms and legs swelled out into bloated cones while his torso became rounder and more spherical. He was rising up from his bloated ass as his skin tightened up all over. "Mmmmmmhh!!! Pwwsssshhh!" Barry protested through the whipped cream hose. "Now that's something I never thought I'd see," Clark muttered. I looked over at Superman and I could see he was shifting uncomfortably, the reason was very clear. Watching the fattened Barry get inflated with whipped cream was making Clark horny, and his meaty cock was thickening up and straining his red spandex briefs. Already his plump dick looked at least 10 inches long, and was clearly nowhere near fully hard. Nightwing walked over and rubbed his hand across the tight red fabric of Barry's expanding side. By now the speedster's entire body was rounding out into a great big sphere, pulling his arms and legs into the tight ball that he had become. As his feet finally left the ground and he rested on his distended taint, I had my workers stop the flow of whipped cream. One of my workers then gave the big red ball a shove, and he rolled easily towards the superheroes on the other side of the room. Batman and Green Lantern caught the rolling red ball, and pushed him back towards me and Nightwing. "Perfect!" I said, "now he's tight and round and we can easily roll him through the factory!" "But he's a helpless 2000 pound ball!" Dick protested, "isn't there a way you can fix him?!""Well, the whipped cream that's puffing him up should lose its gas and deflate back into regular heavy cream in a couple weeks. After that, it's just a question of him losing all the weight! I'm sure you can all help him get fit again, although be warned, the expansion of his stomach will mean he will have an insatiable appetite from now on." "Ooooffff I'm so biiiiig," Barry moaned as Dick rolled him out of the nutrition bar room. "Well that was unexpected," Clark said, trying to get his erection to go down, "where to next?" "The bubblegum room of course!" I said excitedly, "let's go gentleman!" And with that the superheroes and I walked (and rolled) to our next stop.

Bubblegum

After about 10 minutes of walking down a stainless steel corridor we arrived at the bubblegum room. The superheroes filed in, and one of my workers helped roll Barry through the double doors. "So this is where DoubleDub gum gets made," Hal said looking around at all the machinery, "you know I'm actually a big fan of your product, when I was in the Air Force I would chew your gum almost everyday. No other gum could blow bubbles as big!" "I'm so glad to hear that you're a loyal customer!" I said grinning, "Especially one serving his country!" I patted Hal on his muscular butt. "So how does all of this work?" Batman asked, looking at the complex machinery pulling and stretching my bright pink bubble gum. Clearly Bruce likes learning about technical components. "Well it's very simple! I use a highly potent natural gum extract to create a bubblegum base. You can see it in the big bubbling vat of pink liquid in the center of the room." The Superheroes gathered around the big steel vat which was about 10 ft across. "I let the gum extract mature in the tank for a few hours to develop its special bubblegum flavor. Then I pump out the extract and mix it with any kind of organic solids, typically I just use flour. I then mix one part bubblegum base with 20 parts of organic solids. The bubblegum base will actually convert the organic solids into bubble gum, while the potency of the base is reduced to safe levels. From there, my machines pull and stretch the gum to get the right texture, and then it is packaged up and sent to market!" "That's actually remarkable," Bruce said, "so the bubblegum base in this vat is so potent that it's only one twentieth of the final bubblegum product?!" "Yes!" I said excitedly, "because the rest of the final product is just cheap organic solids that have been converted into bubble gum, we have created an extremely cost-effective product!" "That's pretty nifty," Dick said, backing away from the tank, "too bad I was never good at organic chemistry in school." "Gum is a pretty bad habit," Clark said, walking over to check on Barry's spherical body, "it's rude and causes all sorts of gunk and litter in our cities." "I wouldn't say that!" Hal chirped, leaning over the vat of bubble gum base. "It really helped me focus in the Air Force while I was flying the old-fashioned way!" He was leaning out and looking intently at the bubbling pink goo. "And this just smells so good!" Suddenly, with lightning speed, Green Lantern dipped his hand into the vat of pink bubble gum base. He pulled his arm out and looked at the thick pink liquid covering his glove. "Let's see how potent this pure stuff really is!" "No! Don't! Shit!!!" I yelled as Hal began rapidly licking the pink goo off his hand. "What's the issue?" Hal laughed, chomping excitedly on the big wad in his mouth, "it's just gum!" "Didn't you listen?! That isn't gum that's ready for market, that's the highly volatile bubblegum base! It's specifically formulated to convert organic matter into gum! And superpower ring or not, your body is still organic matter!" "Wha- but I-" Hal stammered between chews. "Oh this can't be good," Nightwing said, "is he turning p-?" "Yes," I replied, "I'm afraid he is already turning pink. I've had far too many accidents with my workers in the bubblegum room, and that's the main reason they're mandated to wear those rubber suits." "Hal! Quit chewing!" Clark yelled, zipping over to his chomping buddy. By now the color change was unmistakable. First, Hal's face began to turn bright pink, and then the color spread across his body. The glowing aura that surrounded him had shifted from green to Pink. The insignia on his chest was now pink, his tight green bodysuit turned pink, and even his magic ring now glowed a neon fuchsia. "I can't stop," Hal said, intensely chewing the gum in his mouth, "it's just so incredibly good! God I love bubblegum!"

Superman tried to reach to take the wad out of Hal's mouth, but the glowing pink Lantern swatted his arm away. "Hal you idiot! Your body TURNING INTO bubblegum!" But the pink hero was unconcerned with Supes' warning. Then the hissing began. "Oh no," Clark muttered, "what now?" The hissing noise was getting louder and emanating from Hal's stomach. It sounded like the valve of an air tank had been left open. "I'm afraid I've seen this process with some of my unfortunate workers before," I said, "there's no stopping it. You may want to back up, Clark." Suddenly, Hal's belly surged forward like a balloon being rapidly inflated with a powerful pump. "What's happening to meeeeee!" The pink Green Lantern yelled as the swelling spread to his chest, puffing up his pecs like plump pillows. Within seconds, every part of his body was rapidly distending and filling with air "Holy fuck he's blowing up too!" Dick exclaimed! "Help me guys!!!" Green Lantern begged, flailing his expanding limbs. Hal's arms and legs had now puffed up into distended cones, and were being forced into an X position by his inflating body. His torso was getting wider by the second, forcing his bloated limbs higher and higher. Even his face was puffing up into big swollen chipmunk cheeks. "I'm afraid he should have listened, his entire body has now been converted into bubble gum, and bubblegum is designed to make big fun bubbles." I said. "But what's going to happen to him?!" Nightwing asked, "he looks like he could pop at any second!" "Oh I'm sure he'll be fine, he can get way bigger," I replied, "granted, a few of my workers have exploded after being accidentally contaminated with the bubblegum base, but I'm sure Hal's superpowers will prevent him from bursting." "Let's hope," Superman said, "he's looking awfully full already." "Guyyyyssss! Help me pleeeeeaaase!" Hal begged. He was struggling to raise his voice over the loud noise of the hissing air forcing its way into his body. By now his waistline had to be over 100 inches around, and he was beginning to lose all freedom of movement. His torso was becoming more spherical by the second, and was pushing up into his head and preventing him from turning it. The palm of his hands had swollen into round balls the size of cantaloupes, and his fingers looked like puffed up sausages. His pink bodysuit was struggling to contain his rapidly expanding abdomen, and we could all clearly see that his cock and balls were being massively puffed up with air as well. The head of his pink cock was severely straining the spandex, and looked to be as wide as a ripe watermelon. His ballooning nuts were equally impressive and were easily the size of soccer balls. "Damn, I always knew Hal had a big package but that's ridiculous!" Nightwing said. "If he explodes you're going to be in such deep shit it's not even funny," Batman hissed in my ear. "Well… I assume he won't pop." I said, suddenly a bit nervous. Hal had now rounded out into a smooth pink ball, wrapped in tight straining spandex. His puffed-up limbs were being absorbed into his spherical body and the pressure in him was clearly so intense he couldn't move at all. He then rolled onto the distended curve of his back, so we could see the spandex forcing itself between his expanding ass cheeks, as well as his massively inflated cock and balls sticking out from his round body. "Mmmmhpppph huuulllpp mmmeeehh!" The ballooning bubblegum superhero whimpered. His tight pink skin had begun to creak as the pressure and him continued to increase. Then suddenly the huge ball of a man lifted off the ground. "Grab him!" Nightwing yelled. Faster than a speeding bullet, Superman darted across the room and grabbed Hal's boot as he began to float like a balloon. "Remarkable!" I said, "his superpowers have actually caused the air in his body to transform into helium!" "Guess he's a proper balloon now," Nightwing said, looking up at the spectacle of Clark holding down the massively inflated pink balloon man.

By now, the creaking of Hal's skin was almost deafening, he sounded like an over inflated balloon right before it burst. He had swollen way beyond his normal height, and was now passing at least 8' wide. Clark was looking increasingly concerned. "Tell me," Superman asked, "how many of your workers who were contaminated with this stuff ended up exploding?" "Ummm, well…" I stammered, "frankly they all did, bu-" "All of them?!" Clark said, suddenly panicked, "so you're telling me that anyone who's so much as touched this stuff has blown up and popped like a gooey gum bubble?!" "I'm afraid that's true. I always tried to save them, but they just expand so fast with this gum formula. Most of my workers who fell victim to it were moaning in pleasure by the time they finally exploded." "Well we can't let Hal burst like a sticky bubble. With that, Superman suddenly flew up on top of Hal's expanding body, and straddled the ballooning pink man. Clark very gently tore a hole in the straining spandex around Hal's massively inflated junk. Immediately the Lantern’s bright pink cock and balls bounced out for all of us to see. His swollen cock had expanded bigger than Superman's muscled torso, and his nuts looked like overfilled yoga balls. "Pweeeeeeasshhe Cwwaark! Sshhhave meeeeh!" Hal moaned, "I dooonnnn waaannnnaa bbuuurrsssshhhht!" "And you're not gonna," Clark said defiantly. With that Superman wrapped his arms around Hal's inflated pink cock, and pushed his hefty super bulge into the ballooning pink shaft. Clark rubbed his body up and down Hal's cock, squeezing and grinding his firm pecs and rippling washboard abs against Hal's gigantically inflated manhood. The huge pink bubblegum balloon began to shake and vibrate as Clark jerked him off harder and harder. Even as Superman put all his energy into stimulating the enormous cock, the former Lantern was ballooning past 12 ft wide. The hissing and creaking of Hal's body was deafening until suddenly… "Uunnnnnhhhhhhfffffuuuuuck!" An enormous blast of gas shot out of Hal's massive dick, blowing both him and Superman across the room, and bouncing them off the far wall. As he shook with his orgasm, Hal deflated down from 10 ft wide, to 9 ft, to 8 ft, and finally stopped cumming around 7 ft wide. The hissing and the creaking noises coming from the enormous pink bubblegum balloon finally stopped. Clark was breathing heavily, and he staggered back onto the ground. It was clear he had just blown a massive load into his suit, and the thick super cum was leaking through the fabric of his red spandex briefs, dripping onto the ground in sticky white drops. Hal was floating in place a few feet off the ground, like a balloon that had let out some of its helium but not enough to completely lose its buoyancy. We could hear the inflated Lantern breathing heavily, but he wasn't trying to say anything. No doubt relieved he hadn't exploded, and trying to catch his breath after his massive orgasm. "Well that was a disaster," Batman said, "you're going to have a lot of explaining to do after this tour." "Some incidents are unavoidable,” I said. “Now, on to the television room!" We filed out of the bubblegum room with Clark holding Hal's foot, and Dick rolling Barry. Hal's huge puffy pink cock remained popped out of the rip in his suit that Clark had made. As they maneuvered their inflated buddies, Nightwing said to Superman, "That was a pretty huge load you blew. There's cum all over your briefs and inner thighs." Superman rolled his eyes, "it happens. I had to make sure Hal didn't pop back there." "I think you were pretty turned on watching him blow up," Nightwing said with a twinkle in his eyes. Dick then reached down and rubbed his hand on the soggy fabric of Clark's bulging briefs. "Still pretty chubby down there, big guy," Dick said as he licked Superman's sticky cum off his hands. "Mmmm so that's what super spunk tastes like." "Shut up," Clark said with a chuckle, punching Dick lightly in the shoulder, "I'll change my suit after the tour."

Television

We then arrived at the doors of the television room. Once again, a couple of my workers helped to maneuver the two inflated superheroes inside. The whole room was a metallic shiny white, perfectly sterile with the only equipment being a large elaborate video camera, and a white high-definition flat screen TV mounted on the far wall. I suppose it looked like a futuristic film studio. "So what's this all about now?" Batman asked, "is this place like for DoubleDub advertising?" "In a sense!" I explained, "actually the purpose of this room is to perfect a means of transporting food products through television! Much the same way an image is converted into Data and transmitted to your screen, I've been working on a way to convert matter into Data and transmit it through a screen! Just watch! For example, I'll take this mundane watermelon, and place it in front of the camera." One of my workers then stood behind the elaborate video camera and pressed the record button. There was a bright flash and the watermelon disappeared. "It's been vaporized!" Nightwing said. "Nonsense!" I replied, "look at the screen over there," and I pointed to the flat screen on the wall. There, clear as day, was the very same watermelon that had just disappeared in front of the camera. "Now this is a perfectly normal television set," I explained, "Dick, reach up and grab the watermelon.” “But it's - a screen?" Nightwing protested incredulously. "Just try," I said with a wink. Nightwing walked up to the screen, looked at the watermelon quizzically, and reached into the TV and grabbed the watermelon. He pulled it out and held it in his palm. It was now about the size of a small apple, but still very clearly the same watermelon. "That's incredible!" Dick exclaimed, "but it's so small!?" "Well everything on your TV screen is smaller than in real life, so when I actually start transmitting food through television, it will need to be scaled up in order to be the correct size on the other end." "Absolutely remarkable technology," Clark said, leaning against the inflated pink balloon that had formerly been Green Lantern. "Will it work on anything?" "Yes! I really don't think there's a limit! I've even sent a few animals through." Batman hadn't really been paying attention, he was rubbing Barry's smooth round sides, but he perked up when I mentioned that I had sent animals through television. The Dark Knight walked over to me with an excited look on his face. "Don't you realize what this means?!" Bruce said, "I can literally teleport anywhere. Every criminal in Gotham will be within my reach, when I can use your television technology to transport myself directly to them and attack them through the screen!" "Well yes, I suppose this technology could be used for law enforcement eventually, but that's not really the point," I said. "Bullshit! Batman yelled. "This technology will make me unstoppable! Batman will be everywhere in Gotham with just the flick of a switch! Send me through television right now!" "Oh I really don't think that's a good idea, you see wh-," "I don't fuckin care what you think!" Bruce yelled, "I'm the protector of this city and I'm teleporting myself through TV!" Batman then walked over and stood right in front of the camera, he pointed to the worker who was operating it, "You! Fire this thing up!" Clark looked concerned,"Bruce do you really think this is a good ide-?" "Shut up, Supes. For once I'm going to be faster than you!" Batman pointed at the worker with the camera, "fire it now! The worker did as he was told and in a flash of light Batman was gone. "Oh this isn't going to be good," Nightwing muttered, walking over to the screen. "Well, it should only be a moment," I said as the fuzzy picture of The Dark Knight began to appear on the TV screen. "Shit." Nightwing said. Batman appeared on the screen, but the formerly 6'-3" meathead was now barely a foot tall. "Fuck yes!" Batman said, flexing his arms above his head, "I'm the first superhero to teleport through television!"

"Yes but there's just one problem," Dick said as he reached into the screen and pulled out the miniaturized Bruce. As Nightwing pulled him out of the screen Bruce realized what had happened to him. Nightwing held the Dark Knight easily in his hand like an action figure. "What the fuck?! You shrunk me!!!" Batman's voice was now squeaky and high-pitched, and was barely audible. "This is bullshit! Fix me!" The miniaturized hero demanded. "Well you really should have paid attention," I said, "I made it clear that transporting you through the TV was not going to be a good idea." "God fucking damnit!" Bruce thrashed as Dick gripped him around the waist, "I can't be a hero when I'm 10 inches tall!!!" Batman's yelling almost sounded like an angry chipmunk squeaking. Clark suppressed a laugh, and then turned to me. "So isn't there any way we can make him big again?" Superman asked. "Well there's one strategy I have for pumping things back up after they've been accidentally shrunk," it's worth a shot. "Anything is better than this!" Nightwing said, holding the shrunken Bruce up next to his face. "Okay," I instructed, "Dick, take all of Bruce's clothes off." I then turned to the worker, "You, go bring in the pump and the needle.” Nightwing began to gently undress the miniaturized Dark Knight in his hands. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Bruce squeaked and protested. "Stop struggling!" Nightwing yelled at the little man in his hands, "We are going to make you big again." "This tour just gets weirder and weirder," Superman said, quickly looking away from Batman's predicament to give Hal a quick kiss on his swollen pink cheek. Within another minute, Bruce was totally naked except for his cape and cowl. He really did have a very impressive body, and had clearly spent hours and hours every day in the gym. Only now his body was the size of a Batman action figure. "You had better fix this quick!" The little hero squeaked, shaking his fist at me. Just then my worker in the gray rubber suit and black goggles came back in the room. He was wheeling with him a portable air compressor, and a hose with the kind of needle attachment that you use for inflating basketballs. "All right, I said," handing the hose with the needle to Dick, "insert that into Bruce's hole, and we'll get started pumping him back up." "What the fuck?!" Batman squeaked. "You can't be serious?" Nightwing said incredulously, "you're just going to blow him back up with air?" "It's the only possible way to make him bigger," I said, "otherwise he's going to be stuck at this doll size forever." "Well if you say so," Nightwing sighed. He turned Bruce around so Batman's blueberry-sized ass cheeks were sticking out. We then rubbed a little lubricant on the hose needle and Nightwing began to press it into Bruce's hole. "UUUGH wait no you can't?!" Batman yelled as Nightwing inserted the inflation needle all the way into his little ass. "All right, great!" I motioned to my worker. "Turn on the air!" "Just don't pop him," Clark muttered from across the room. The air compressor began to hiss and whirr, forcing air up inside Batman's shrunken asshole. The effect on the miniaturized Dark Knight was immediate. Within seconds, his entire body was blowing up like a latex party balloon, and quickly he rounded out into a 1 ft wide ball. I watched the pressure gauge on the air compressor intently as Batman continued to expand "He can hold plenty more! Keep pumping." Dick then had to hold the inflating hero with both hands, and his arms were gradually being pushed apart as Batman swelled up. "Oooooh sooo much pressure!" The Bat Balloon squeaked. "Is he okay?!" Nightwing asked, glancing nervously down at the rapidly inflating little man in his arms. "Oh he's fine!" I said, checking the pressure gauge on the air compressor, "we can pump way more air into him." Now, Batman had expanded into a 2 ft wide ball, and looked as tight and shiny as a rubber balloon. Nightwing's arms were being pushed out increasingly far as Bruce swelled.

"What are we going to do with him?" Nightwing asked, looking over at Clark. Superman rolled his eyes, "maybe you can use him as a yoga ball." "Nooooo I can't even move! Heeeeelp!" Batman complained. The tight shiny ball was now nearing 3 ft wide, and Nightwing set him down on the ground. He rolled onto his belly so the needle in his ass that was inflating him was sticking up into the air. I checked the compressor pressure gauge again. He was getting almost full. I could hear his skin beginning to Creek and strain like an over inflated balloon. "I think he's just about had enough," Clark said, eyeing his inflating buddy. "Okay, just a second," I said, "we want him pumped up as big as possible, right?!" Batman swelled past 3 ft wide, then 3 ft 6 in wide. "Pweeeashe! I'm goooonna pop!" The little blimp begged. Just as he passed 4 ft wide, the air compressor gauge went into the red zone. I motioned for my worker to cut off the gas, and Batman abruptly stopped inflating. He was actually adorable, a shiny 4 ft wide balloon, wearing a little bat cowl and a little cape. The only trace of his limbs was four little divots where his hands and feet should have been, but they had been sucked so deep into his round little body there was no part of them visible. His little cock had been pumped up tight and puffy, and was about the size of a small soda can, and his nuts were about as wide as plums. Nightwing picked the distended Dark Knight up, and the cherry-sized head of his inflated cock pointed angrily towards me. "I'll get you for this!" The little bat balloon yelled as Nightwing handed him to me. "Whatever you say big boy," I smiled looking at the little silver dollar sized head on his spherical 4-ft body. I then tossed Bruce in the air and swatted him like a beach ball towards Clark. Superman grabbed the bat balloon and looked down at his little face. "Well I guess having him inflated like this is better than worrying about stepping on him." Clark said wearily. "I think we've seen all there is to see here." "Yes indeed!" I exclaimed, "on to the next room!" We filed out of the television room with Superman holding Batman and Nightwing guiding Hal through the air. One of my workers kindly offered to roll Barry along behind us. "So where to next?" Nightwing asked. "Since Supes and I are the only dudes left who you haven't managed to blow up."

Loading Dock

I led the two superheroes, and the three blimps up and down several corridors through the depths of my factory. I was excited to take them to the farming area, to show them all the impressive new agricultural techniques we were developing. Because it was such a distance, I decided to take us on a shortcut through the factory's shipping area. The shipping zone at the DoubleDub factory is huge! We ship tons of products all over the world every day, and are constantly loading up enormous pallets of goods to be sent to market. Because of the enormous volume of material we are constantly loading, I had come up with a little innovation to help speed the process. As soon as we stepped through the doors of the shipping area, I saw Nightwing's jaw drop. "Holy fuck they're huge!!!" He exclaimed. Dick was referring to the workers who I have loading pallets of our product onto trucks day and night. In order to move more material, and to make it easier on the workers, I devised a formula that made their bodies grow to gigantic size. When I hire a man to work at my loading dock, I give him a special injection of DoubleDub growth serum. Over the course of about two weeks, his body will grow to between 25 and 30 feet tall. The formula also causes a massive release of testosterone in the man as he grows, so his muscles bulk up to spectacular size. Obviously, the extra testosterone also means that my giant workers are both hairy and horny. Generally I just let my giant workers load pallets naked, since trying to get clothing on them would just result in excess sweating and body odor. "God damn I've never seen a man this big!" Nightwing exclaimed, looking up at the gigantic dudes loading pallets onto trucks. It was immediately apparent that a tent was forming in the crotch of Nightwing's black spandex suit. "Yup, they're big guys all right," Clark said nonchalantly. Superman didn't seem particularly impressed with my giant workers, and was distracted by trying to pick flecks of dried cum off of his suit. "Fuck, look at those cocks!" Nightwing said, visibly drooling at the sight of the naked giants' 4 ft dicks bouncing around as they worked. There were eight giants working at the loading dock today, and each of the huge men had a full beard, and a thick layer of body hair swirling over his bulging muscles. Each time one of the Giants loaded a pallet onto a truck he gave a resonant grunt. Nightwing was slowly stepping closer and closer to the enormous hairy men. One of the giants, I think his name might have been Dan, looked down at the lithe superhero stepping towards him. I noticed a little bubble of clear pre-cum appear at the tip of the giant's cock. Superman looked up from picking dried spunk off his briefs, and saw Nightwing walking closer to the Giants at the loading dock. "Yo Dick, maybe that's not such a good idea," Clark called out to him, "just let the giant dudes work, and don't get in their way." "Leave me alone, Clark," Dick yelled back, "you're not my nanny!" "Listen to Clark!" I yelled at Dick, "my giants can be unpredictable, especially if they get aroused." By now Nightwing was standing right at the giant's foot. The slender man in black and blue spandex barely came up to the giant worker's ankle. The two of them were making eye contact, and in addition to the noticeable tent in Nightwing's suit, I could see the giant's cock was thickening up. The bubble of clear pre-cum dribbled off his slit and dropped directly down onto Dick. About three gallons of sticky pre-cum immediately covered the hero. Dick slurped up as much of the precum as he could, panting and looking up at the 30 foot tall hairy muscle man above him. "Take me big boy," Nightwing said. The giant then reached down and picked Dick up like a toy soldier. Dick was smaller in the giant's hand than shrunken Batman had been in his hands a few minutes earlier. "Oh I've got a bad feeling about this," Clark said, nervously looking up at the giant holding Nightwing.

"Clark, if you ruin this from me I swear to God I will put kryptonite in your Cheerios!" Dick yelled down at Superman. Clark and I just exchanged nervous glances. By now the giant's cock was at full mask, and oozing pre-cum like a faucet. Fully erect it was just over 6 ft long, with a shiny red head the size of a watermelon. Beneath the massive cock, the giant’s nuts were each at least four feet wide, and hung low and heavy in his hairy scrotum. The giant set Nightwing on his massive manhood, and Dick straddled the enormous shaft like a rodeo bull. Dick immediately set about rubbing and licking the massive schlong as much as he could. The giant moaned and his huge round ass cheeks flexed while his abs tensed up. A couple of the other giants looked over quizzically at their coworker who was suddenly moaning in sexual bliss, but a quick angry grunt let them know that Nightwing was not for sharing. As Nightwing thrust his body harder and harder against the giant’s cock, both of them began to moan louder and louder. Superman rolled his eyes, “well I guess they can have their fun for a few minutes,” Clark said nonchalantly as he leaned up on the Barry ball and went back to picking dried cum off his spandex. I glanced back up at Nightwing straddling the giant’s 6’ long cock. Suddenly I noticed the sound of the giant’s grunts changed. They became deeper and more deliberate - almost angrier. The huge man looked down from the ceiling and focused on the little superhero trying to get him off. His eyes narrowed, and his mouth turned up at the corners into a wicked grin. The giant then grabbed Dick with his thumb and his forefinger and lifted him up into the air. “Whaaa- what are you doing?!” Dick asked, suddenly concerned. The giant then used his fingernail to delicately rip a hole in Dick’s spandex suit, allowing Nightwing’s package to flop out, and revealing his smooth ass crack. The giant then pressed his index finger up between Dick’s ass cheeks. “Oh dear god! Fuck it’s too biiii- uuunnhh! Fuuuuck that feels so gooood!” Nightwing moaned as the enormous finger forced its way into his ass. The giant then held Nightwing out by just the finger that was inserted into Dick’s hole, making the hero look like a finger puppet. The two men made eye contact, and the giant glanced down at his huge throbbing cock, and then looked directly at Dick. Uuunnh! Fuck YES!” Nightwing moaned. With a smooth and surprisingly dextrous motion, the giant pulled his finger out of Nightwing’s ass, and grabbed the hero with one leg in each hand. He then brought Nightwing down on the tip of his huge throbbing cock head. “Give it to me big boy!” The giant then gradually forced his watermelon-sized cockhead up into Nightwing’s hole. He pulled Dick by his legs until almost four feet of the giant schlong was inside Nightwing. The huge cock was wider than Dick’s waist had been a few minutes earlier, so watching Nightwing’s ass swallow the enormous manhood was almost like watching the giant put on a condom, only the condom was a man. Dick literally looked like a latex rubber, stretched out over a magnum-sized cock. “Oh my gooooooddddd! This is fuckin’ ammmmaaaazing!” Nightwing yelled as his little body was stretched out like an overblown condom on a porn star. Clark then looked back up at Nightwing and the giant, and saw Dick had been wrapped around the massive tool. “Uh oh. That can’t be good.” Clark said, “I’ve gotta help him.” “It’s too dangerous,” I said, “If the giant feels you try and pull Nightwing off of him, he could buck and thrash, or even fall and accidentally crush the little man! We just have to let them finish now.” By now the giant was using Nightwing like a fleshlight, jacking himself off with the hero stretched out around his engorged man meat. Nightwing was alternating between moaning and screaming, and the giant was grunting and growling so loud it made the entire loading dock vibrate as if we were having a mild earthquake.

The giant’s strokes grew faster and faster until I heard the enormous man gasp, and his low-hanging nuts drew up against his body. “Here it comes,” I said. “That’s gonna be a big load,” Clark said worriedly. The giant yelled and bucked his hips as hard as he could. His cock and balls spasmed as he blasted his first spurt of cum into Nightwing. Immediately Nightwing began to swell like an inflating condom. The giant then bucked his hips and yelled again. Another massive spurt of cum pumped into Nightwing, then another, then another. With each blast of cum Dick’s body ballooned bigger and bigger, blimping out like a water balloon full of man-cream. As Dick inflated, the last scraps of Nightwing’s suit finally burst off his expanding body.” “Good grief! He’s blowing up with spunk!” Superman yelled. After a full minute of the giant’s orgasm, the huge man’s grunts began to subside, and he staggered backwards slightly. Dick’s body was now a 7’ wide balloon mounted on the giant’s cock. The giant then caught his breath, and with two hands, pulled Nightwing’s inflated body off his schlong with a loud wet POP. “Well he looks okay!” I said, glancing over at Superman. Clark looked at me with an expression of absolute contempt. The giant held out the Nightwing balloon and looked at him with all the interest of a frat bro looking at a used condom. He shrugged and tossed the inflated hero up in the air, turning back to his work loading pallets. “Noooo!” Superman yelled, “No way he can handle a fall from that high, he’ll burst for sure!” As Nightwing’s cum-ballooned body arched through the air, faster than a speeding bullet Superman flew over to catch him. Clark caught Nightwing when he was about five feet above the ground, and saved him from exploding into a big sticky puddle of cum. “Th- Thanks Supes,” Nightwing stammered as Clark set him down, clearly struggling from the awkwardness of lifting a 7 ft spunk-filled balloon. “Hope it was worth it fatboy,” Clark said, positioning Dick onto his side and rolling the inflated hero towards the exit of the loading area. “I wonder if he’ll remember me,” Dick murmured, gargling through the cum that was bubbling up from his throat. The balloon stole a quick glance up at the giant who had fucked him and blown him up with his seed. I looked over at the giant who was now contentedly loading pallets as if nothing had ever happened. “I wouldn’t count on it.”

Agriculture

We walked out of the loading dock area and down another long stainless steel corridor. Clark and I walked together while four of my workers handled the inflated heroes behind us. "Well I hate to say it," Superman said, but this tour has been something of a disaster. "Four of my partners are now helpless blimps. I know you didn't intend for this to happen, but the press is going to have a field day with you after they see what's happened to Barry, Hal, Bruce, and Dick." I sighed, looking up at the muscled Kryptonian in blue, "I know you're right, Clark. It's not going to be pretty. My public relations department is really going to have to work overtime." "I really thought they knew better," Clark said, shaking his head, and looking back at the four inflated superheroes behind us. "Indeed," I said, "well we might as well finish the tour! I have some agricultural innovations that I'm absolutely dying to show you, and a little bird told me that you yourself have some connections to the press corps! Maybe a good write-up about farming technology could help offset some of the inevitable bad press. And we’re already here at the agricultural area and it’s such a long walk back out of the factory." Clark chuckled, "well if we’re here, why not." With that, I led Superman into the vast agriculture room, while my workers rolled the four ballooned heroes in after us. The agriculture room is a vast indoor farm, comprising two thousand acres of genetically modified plants. From the main gate where we walked in, the other end of the agriculture room is several football fields away! Some of DoubleDub’s most important research goes on here, helping us perfect modern farming techniques around the world. “Wow, you weren't kidding about the size of this place.” Superman said. Row after row of indoor plantings seemed to stretch all the way to the horizon. Here and there, my workers in the grey rubber suits ran about tending to certain fruits and vegetables. “Now Clark, this is what I most want to show you,” I said gesturing towards a row of low shrubs with vines growing out of them. “These babies are one of my most exciting genetic innovations.” “These little shrubs?” Clark asked, “How so? It just looks like a berry bush crossed with an ivy vine.” I smiled, “Well I’m glad you noticed it was for growing berries, Clark! Blueberries to be precise. These little vines can produce the largest blueberries ever grown by man! Just one can feed an entire family for weeks!” Clark looked incredulous, “I’ve never heard of a blueberry that big. It doesn’t sound possible.” “Oh yeah?” I said, “Well this row of plants hasn’t fruited yet, but three rows down, you can see a row of the same vines that was planted two weeks earlier!” Clark glanced three rows over as I directed and his jaw dropped. Sure enough, just as I had said there was a row of the same little plants, studded with the largest blueberries in history. Each of the blueberries was between 6 and 9 feet wide, and so engorged with sweet juice they looked like they could burst at any second. The huge fruits were spaced about five feet apart from each other and a few of my workers were paying extra attention to rubbing and soothing the enormous blueberries. “Well I’ll be damned,” Clark said resting his hands on his hips, he chuckled, “Dude you’re gonna get the Nobel Prize. Your factory may have some issues, but from what I’ve seen, you’re about to make starvation and hunger a thing of the past. I’m going to give you a huge endorsement in the Daily Planet!” “I knew you’d be impressed!” I chirped. “Oh Superman, look! One of the new berry vines at your feet is just beginning to grow fruit! Check it out!” “Cool man!” Superman said looking down, he paused, “I don’t see any fruit?” I noticed the vines at Clark’s feet shift and pulse ever so slightly. “It’s really small, you might need to get closer.” “Hmm, okay then,” Superman said, kneeling down in front of the plants. He held his face just inches from the vines, looking for the fruit which I had assured him was there.

Clark looked up at me, “I still don- Mmph!!!” As Clark opened his mouth to speak, one of the vines thrust itself into his mouth as quick as a whip. Before Superman could even react, the vine had rammed itself down his throat. Clark looked momentarily panicked and moved his arms to try and pull the vine out of his mouth. But as he gripped the vine with his strong hands, his movements began to slow and he began to wobble. Superman looked up at me with pleading eyes, but I could tell he was getting dizzy from the vine’s venom. His eyes glazed over and he fell on the ground with the vine in his mouth. “Oh no, whatever shall we do?” I said mockingly, standing over the passed-out superhero. I glanced back at the other four inflated heroes with a wicked grin. The four ballooned men squeaked in anxious fear. They knew that even if their bodies had been inflated, as long as Superman was with them they’d be safe, but now he was passed out in the middle of my farm. “Cwark! Noooo! Waakkh Uuph!” Barry muttered, trying in vain to roll himself forward. “Cooomh ooonh biiigh buhhlue!” Hal whimpered, floating four feet above the ground and his glowing pink aura growing brighter with his anxiety. GUUUUURRRGLE The loud noise brought my attention back to Clark. The vine in his mouth had thickened up, and had grown from being about one inch in diameter to almost four inches in diameter, forcing Superman’s mouth open as wide as it could go. A series of deep rumblings were coming from the kryptonian’s stomach. "Whuuuut's huhhpehning to his noooshe?!" Nightwing tried to yell. "It's bwwuuhe!" Batman squeaked. Sure enough, a deep blue color was spreading out from Superman's nose across his face. Within a few moments Clark's entire body had turned a deep cobalt blue, far deeper than the sky blue of his spandex suit. As his body changed color the gurglings and rumblings from Clark's stomach became louder and louder. Then, the vine in his mouth began to pulse and vibrate, and the transformation got going. "Nnnoohhh! Suhpehuhmuuhn ish bwwoowing uuuuph!" Barry yelled. Sure enough, as he lay unconscious on the ground with the vine in his mouth, Superman's blue body had begun to expand. His rumbling belly was rising up like bread dough, obscuring any definition in his abs, while his firm pectorals were bloating up like big blue pillows. All over his muscular body, his buff physique was plumping up like a bodybuilder who had let himself go and fattened up. "Oh dear, Clark seems to be swelling up," I said to the other balloons. "What are we going to doooo?" Superman's yellow belt was starting to dig into his expanding blue flesh, while the bulge in his red briefs was plumping up considerably. I could hear the spandex of his suit beginning to strain from the pressure of his swelling body. His thighs were bloating up like fat blue hams, and his biceps had lost all muscular definition and were becoming round and puffy. "Whuuthhsss huhhpehning tooh hhiihhmm?!" Hal asked frantically. I glanced down at the expanding Kryptonian and smiled. "Well as a matter of fact, Clark here is filling up with juice!" "Juuushhhh?" Nightwing asked through bloated cheeks. "Blueberry juice to be specific," I said, "you see these blueberry vines don't actually grow their own fruit. They need a vessel, like say- a man, to fill with juice. That vessel will then bloat up and ripen into an enormous blueberry." "Whuuht the fuuchhk?!" Batman yelped. "Oh yes! In fact all of those other blueberries three rows over used to be workers here at the factory. Most of these big dumb jocks are only useful to me for a few years before they start getting fat and lazy and slacking off, so after a couple years of work I have them blown up into huge juicy fruits to be sold at market! That's why those workers over there are being so attentive to those big blueberries, they all used to be friends." "Yooouuuhrrrh a moonnshhteh!" Barry whimpered. I laughed, "oh please, I'm just a businessman. Turning my workers into blueberries is far more cost effective than actually growing real berries."

I turned back towards Clark to see how he was ripening. He now looked absolutely obese, and the gurgling in his stomach was rumbling like an earthquake. Superman's waist must have been almost eighty inches around and his yellow belt was digging into his abdomen so deep it looked like it was going to cut him in two. Then suddenly. BANG!!! Superman's belt burst off of his inflating blue body, allowing his belly to surge forward. The juice inside of him sloshed back and forth like a tidal wave within the ballooning hero. I heard the other balloons flinch and whimper as Clark's belt burst off. There was no going back now. Superman's inflation then kicked into high gear. Instead of just fattening up like an overfed Sumo wrestler, Clark was beginning to round out. His back was puffing up almost as much as his belly, lifting his head off the ground. His arms and legs were getting shorter by the second as they were absorbed into his round blue torso. With every pulse of juice into him he was looking less like a man and more like an engorged blueberry. I climbed up on his boots and clambered onto his enormous belly. His swollen chest was becoming much less prominent and had begun to merge with the curve of his round body. I pressed my throbbing hard-on against his ballooning belly and felt him growing beneath me. The rumbling and gurgling of the huge blueberry was so intense it felt like I was humping a massive blue vibrator. Leaning down beneath his chest I gently rubbed his fat swollen cheeks. The thick vine was still lodged in his mouth, but I figured the initial venom would be wearing off by now. "Claaaark. Wake uuuuuppp," I whispered. Superman's eyes slowly opened. He looked dazed and confused, but his eyes were now a beautifully unnatural blue. He blinked and looked side to side a couple times before he began to realize what had happened. Suddenly his eyes shot open completely. "Mmmmmmphhhh!!!" The swollen superhero moaned through the vine in his mouth. "That's a good lad!" I said chuckling, "you're ripening up so well! I told you that there was fruit on this vine. You just happen to be the fruit!" With that I jumped off of Clark's huge belly and took a few steps back to admire the huge superberry I had created. Laying on his back, he was almost completely round now, with only fat blue fingers sticking out of the sphere he'd become. As he woke up he tried in vain to wriggle his puffy blue digits and roll himself forward. "Mmmhhhmpph Huuhhhlp!!!" "Don't stress yourself out, big guy!" I said, "you're not totally ripe yet!" I was impressed by how well his spandex suit had handled his inflation. The blue fabric was incredibly tight, but hadn't ripped anywhere. The waistband of his red briefs wrapped all around his circumference, and the bulge in them looked like an elongated weather balloon. His balls were easily bigger than watermelons, and a dribble of blue pre-cum was oozing through the spandex of his red briefs at the tip of his huge cock. By now he was at least eight feet wide, and still expanding. I walked back up to the blueberry superhero and pushed my hands against his swelling side. I could feel his skin getting tighter underneath the straining spandex. With a forceful shove I began to roll Clark forward, gradually pushing and maneuvering his enormous body until he had flipped over and was resting on his belly. His head was fixed in place about five feet above the ground, while the rest of his body rose another five feet higher. The Superman insignia in his chest was massively distorted, but still refused to rip as he ballooned into a ten foot ball. Clark looked up at me with pleading eyes. Clearly Superman was not used to being helpless. "Mmmmhpppph pwweesshhh!" Clark moaned through the vine. "Heessshh gonnnaaa exxxhhhplooode!" Barry yelled. "Hmmm he is looking pretty full!" I said, sizing up the superberry who was swelling past 11 feet. "Maybe you're ripe enough."

I motioned for one of my workers to come over to the inflated superberry. He brought with him a large pair of pruning shears, and in one smooth motion he cut the vine that was pumping juice into Clark’s throat. The vine fell lifeless to the ground as deep blue juice poured out of the ends where it had been cut. With that, Clark abruptly stopped growing. I then reached up and gently pulled the vine out of Superman’s mouth. There were almost five feet of vine reaching deep inside the blueberry, and it had split into several branches as it filled him up. It took almost a minute to pull all of the coiled juicy vines out of his mouth. “Must feel good to have that out of you, Clark!” I said, dropping the dripping blue vines into a pile on the ground beneath his face. “Wha- what ha-have you done to m- me?” Clark stammered through his bloated cheeks. I stood right to the side of his face and gently rubbed my hands through his jet black hair. He couldn’t turn his head as his body had swollen up around his neck and fixed his blue face in place. “Well you seem to have accidentally turned into a blueberry! I told you things in here were highly experimental. You shouldn’t have gotten so close.” “H-horse shit!!!” Clark yelled! “You fiend! You d-did this to me on purpose! Y-you did this to all of us on p-purpose!” “Calm down, big boy,” I chuckled, continuing to rub his hair. “N-NO!” Clark yelled, struggling to move his enormous round body, “You may h-have b-blown me up, but you f-forgot one thing!” Suddenly a blast of blue laser light shot out of Superman’s eyes. The blue beam struck the worker who had cut the vine directly in his chest. But the worker wasn’t burned or cut. Instead he fell to the ground, dazed. “Wha- bu-but. My heat vision?!” Clark yelled. “I feel fuuuunnnny.” The worker who had been hit with the lasers muttered. Suddenly in seconds the worker’s face turned blue, and his body began to bloat and expand. He inflated as if he was a balloon hooked up to a powerful pump. Soon his straining grey rubber suit burst off his ballooning body, leaving him a naked blue ball wearing only black goggles and black gloves. He stopped expanding when he hit about 7 feet wide. The fresh blueberry rolled onto his back and squirted a big blast of juice from his engorged blue cock. “Well at least you’ve gained the power to turn guys into big fat blueberries!” I laughed, “and don’t worry about that worker, I was planning to blow him up next week anyway. I’ll just make sure I don’t walk directly in your sightlines, Clark. Good thing you can’t turn your head.”

Epilogue

It took ten workers to roll and maneuver the five inflated superheroes to the main gate of the factory, a task which was not helped by the fact that Clark used his laser vision to blow three of them up into big round blueberries. I think he was just being spiteful. His blue lasers missed me by a couple inches each time. I then walked up to my office as the five heroes were rolled out of the main gate for all the reporters and fans to see. They must have been shocked, The Flash was now a fat blimp full of whipped cream, Green Lantern had become a huge pink bubblegum bubble with a fat pink cock popped out of his suit, Batman was a tightly inflated shrunken ball with a pinhead, Nightwing was a fat moaning balloon full of cum, and Superman was an enormous juicy blueberry. One of my workers read a quick statement to the press denying all liability and asserting the Superhero’s responsibility for their own actions. Then they slammed the gate shut and left the five blimps with the crowd. I have to say, this tour went better than I could ever have imagined! The world's most powerful superheroes have all been neutralized, and there is no one to stand in the way of my plan for world domination! Anyone who opposes my new DoubleDub world order will quickly find themselves blown up like Clark, Hal, Bruce, Barry, and Dick. What idiots these spandex-wearing meat heads were. I truly am the world's greatest super villain!

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