Clicking roll on an app my little brother sent me after I made him steak and homemade Parmesan fries, for his birthday dinner.
[The CYAO APP]
[World: Invincible]
[Sex: Male]
[Entry Type: Self Insert into existing character]
[Race: Viltrumite/Special Human Hybrid]
[Boons (Not Including Racial Traits):
-Number of Boons: 3
-Warehouse: With this ability you gain the ability to open a portal up to 10 meters in diameter to a pocket dimension, which looks like a huge warehouse 50 by 100 meters in area and 20 meters high. It has dimmable lamps overhead, and its walls are indestructible. There is plumbing and electricity here. You can close the portal while you are inside but can not leave unless you open a portal to where you came in even if you have a multiverse traveling ability or equipment.
-Dupes: With this ability you can create up to four fully functional duplicates of yourself, an additional ability within this ability is Hive Mind/hive-mind control. You maintain a perfect mental link with every duplicate. You can command them silently, or allow them to operate independently on orders, perceive everything they do/track their status in real time, or you can operate all bodies simultaneously.
Drawbacks, when using this power, your eyes will turn completely white, with no visible pupils or irises. Your duplicates are dependent on the original remaining conscious; if you are knocked out, the duplicates will fail/fade away. You will experience physical and emotional backlash when a duplicate was destroyed, the pain you feel will vary based on how violently the duplicate was killed, sometimes leaving you disoriented or in a state of shock that will require recovery time.
-Blessing of The Hentai Villain, Includes the following:
{Time Stop: You can stop time, interact with anything and move untethered for however long you want. When interacting with people, all actions performed during the time stop are felt simultaneously upon the release of the ability. (Note, while time is stopped you continue to age as if time is not stopped.)}
{Body Modification: You can instinctively modify the body of others, along with your own through touch.}
{Sensitivity Manipulation: You can manipulate the sensitivity of yourself and anything you touch.}
{Persuasive Pheromones: Your pheromones make people more willing to go along with you or entertain your ideas.}
{Anti-NTR-NTR: Fate and Luck aspire to keep your conquests yours. Luck turns her back on any who seek to free them, making them fail in their quest. Fate makes unfortunate accidents befall those who try taking what's yours.}
{Hentai Physics: The little inconveniences of sex no longer apply to you.} ]
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'Ehh, I got some gift card money left from surveys on my account that's going to expire soon…anyways.' I thought as I hit purchase and then use my finger print for authorization for the payment to process.
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[Issue 1] Waking Up!
I jolt awake to the sound of someone sharply knocking against a door, 'Why am I on the shitter with a comic book…it's not even something good, it's some weird ass dog with a cape like Doctor Strange?!' At that mental question a wave of memories come crashing to the surface, memories of being a momma's boy to a pretty Korean-American woman named Mom…or Mommy, who weirdos called Debbie or Deborah, my Dad…my Dad is awesome but Mom's the best even though my Dad's Omniman.
"Mark?!" I hear, new Mom's voice from the other side of the door, vague memories of her needing soap spring to mind from a cartoon series I hadn't watched in years.
'I have years of memories of loving her as the best mom in the world yet…I can't seem to put her about my Mom…I'll try to love her like she deserves though.'
"Mom, What!?" I ask but she's already opening the bathroom door.
"Can you wait a couple minutes? I was just about to wipe my ass?!" I ask and offer Debbie-New Mom a compromise but receive a rather terse repl…in reply.
"I don't have a minute…let alone a couple, Mark!" Debbie says as she pushes her way into the bathroom completely uncaring of my current state of dropping a deuce.
"Mmmooommm!" I groan out making it sound like her barging in really bothers me even though it doesn't, having a large family who comes in and uses the bathroom while you're in the shower kinda breaks a person of being shy about certain things.
"My bathroom's out of soap." Debbie huffs and I find it strangely endearing, but I still act like a mortified teenager and groan in embarrassment while trying to cover up the awkward boner I'm getting at the sight of Debbie's milky white skin that is exposed from her loosely tied bathrobe.
'MILF!' The thought loudly echoes in my mind.
"Oh, Get over yourself…I used to change your diapers, kid." Debbie says as she kneels down and opens the cupboard below the sink, and I try to make sure that the comic fully hides my erection…which is hard because Mark…I mean I'm pretty while endowed for a Gook mutt.
"There's nothing going on down there I haven't seen before." Debbie continues to say and I feel the urge to bash my own skull in at the racial slur that unbiddenly through my skull.
"I think it's been awhile since you changed my diapers, "Mom" I've gotten a lot bigger in all sorts of ways." I snap back, putting special emphasis on the word Mom, and hear Debbie-new Mom nearly choke on a laugh.
'I cannot believe, I just said that!'
"Just get out, Mom!" I groan and cup my face in my hands as I feel my face heating up in embarrassment.
Debbie on the other hand does not get out she walks over to me a gentle loving look in her eyes…and it feels so foreign to me, my mother never looked at me with eyes like that.
'Debbie is your Mom…too!' A small voice in the back of my head whispers as Debbie's arms encircle my head and pull me against her abdomen, Debbie has a little padding but she's rather fit for a woman approaching her 40's, my left cheek presses against her warm, fair skin of her abdomen, and I idly notice that she smells nice, while a deep sense of safety ask security washes over me while Debbie runs her fingers through my hair my arms come up ask wrap around her barely respectably above her hips that are rather wide for a Korean, not to mention Debbie looks like incredibly perfect like she's on the set of a TV show but also a highly detailed cartoon character at the same time.
"Oh Mark honey, I know you're growing up so fast, sometimes I wish I could just freeze you in time or go back to when snuggling with me was your favorite thing to do." Debbie murmurs in a way that almost makes her sound starved for attention…desperate house wife, even though I know better than to believe that as her and Dad fuck all the time…literally all the time!
And of course just as I feel comfortable, at being hugged in the shitter, I hear the rustle of paper as my comic book falls to the floor and an almost comical boing boing sound echos in the room accompanied by a slightly muffled meaty smack of hard cock against soft pillowy soft thick thigh.
'Oh my fucking God, no this is not happening right now, this is so much worse than being walked in on jacking off!'
Debbie, I mean new mom makes a surprised noise deep in her throat and backs away from me her eyes honing in on a big white mixed American-Alien cock, an appreciative/disgusted noise sound in the back of her throat.
'Oh my fucking God, no this is not happening right now, this is so much worse than being walked in on jacking off!' my mind repeats my earlier thoughts.
"Take a shower Mark, and use Shampoo and conditioner, your hair is greasy." Debbie says to me her voice strained as she exits the bathroom nearly forgetting the soap she came in here for in the first place as she makes a speedy exit.
'It's not greasy, it's just…old Mark put in too much hair product to keep his cool hair dew in place.' Defensive thoughts enter my mind, as I awkwardly finish up my business on the shitter, wash my hands and hop in the shower.
Washing out the thickly lathered hair products, before scrubbing my body clean I look down at my unflagging erection and let out a groan, before taking care of business, the load that splatters against the wall in thick rope after rope is fucking frightening.
'It's pretty much guaranteed to knock someone up with loads this massive…MUST IMPREGNATE EVERY FERTILE WOMB FOR THE VILTRUM EMPIRE!!!' My mind supplies humor to try and lessen my mental distress whether it's working or not I can't rightly tell.
Finishing up in the shower, grabbing a clean towel, toweling myself off, looking at myself in the mirror I start styling my hair by running my hands through it and then shaking them, giving me something approaching a messy bed head…but it's still better than Mark's slicked back look.
Nodding to myself and giving myself a winning smirk I leave the bathroom, go into my bedroom, putting on underwear and socks, before rummaging around in my dresser I finally settle on a pair of cargo pants that try to parade themselves off as normal blue jeans and a black T-shirt, for shoes I got with classic white and black Vans flat tops.
Heading downstairs I hear and see the news playing on the large flat screen tv mounted over a propane fireplace, "As you can see, the scene is absolute chaos as the Mauler twins…" The female new caster says and damn does she have one sexy sounding voice.
"Looks like Dad's saving the White House…again." I say to Debbi-I mean my new Mom as my feet hit the main floor after jumping off the last two steps of the stairs that lead to the second floor.
"Alone?" Debbie asks a slight amount of annoyance carried through her tone.
"Nah, the Guardians are there, too…" I offer my distaste for the bargain bin Justice League leaking into my voice, I just couldn't find it in myself to idolize them like old Mark did not when they get absolutely shredded by knock off Superman.
"Who are they fighting?" The annoyance in Debbie's voice grows ever so slightly.
'Hmm, just because they screw like Bunnies in heat…Mark never thought his parents had marital troubles, but from the sounds of things Debbie isn't actually all that happily married and probably lies to herself when her husband is around.' thoughts run through my mind and mental images of the times when Mom really needed him or wanted him to participate in family life he was absent always off to face a threat even the Guardians of the Globe could handle, leaving Mom to practically do all that work of raising me by herself while also running her own highly successful real estate business.
"Ugh, the Mauler Twins…" I answer mom's question and hear her let out a groan…and then a tired sigh.
"Looks like we won't be getting breakfast together…this morning." Debbie tries to put some fake cheer in her voice.
"We can have breakfast together…Mom." I offer as I walk over to the woman who puts on a soft smile and I pull her into a hug, "Sorry about earlier…I love you Mom, you're the best Mom in the world." I apologize and praise Debbie before leaning back and placing a kiss against her left temple.
Debbie's eyes grow big and watery, before she tries breaking my neck with a strong neck encircling hug.
"Ohh Mark, my sweet sweet boy…what would I do without?!" I know Debbie is playing it up to tease me as I'm supposed to be a teenager that hates Mom hugs…but Debbie is a Grade A+ Asian Milf…
"Mmm, drive a nicer car." I tease back while breaking the hug and receive a light slap against my shoulder.
"Honestly, I wish your Dad would just take days off from the hero-ing and spend time with us, he's missed so much of you growing up, it's just a stupid building…the President doesn't even live there anymore!" Debbie acts almost like a petulant teenager, which I find a bit cute.
"Mom, it's the White House…it's super important as a symbol." I offer and Debbie rolls her eyes at me.
"Yeah such an important symbol they blow millions…no billions of dollars in tax payer money, twice a year to rebuild the stupid thing…if it's not Doc Seismic, it's the Lizard League,
or someone else…destroying it!" Debbie continues to have her bitch fit moment while I hug her again, she turns her head and rests it against my shoulder.
"Promise me Mark, when you get your powers…and you get a girl…or a boy promise me you'll put them and your family above everything else…let the world burn when it needs to burn." Debbie pleads against my chest as my shirt starts to get wet.
'Oh God she's crying…are things between them that bad?' I wonder as I rub Mom's back and rest my chin on top of her head while keeping an arm encircled around her waist.
Timing be damned Omniman zooms into the house through the open sliding glass door, looks between Mom and I who is turned away from him and smirks at me.
"Should I be jealous?" He jokes and I notice Mom stealthily wiping away tears with the bit of loose material of my shirt that's around my bicep.
"No, Mark was just telling me how…how he loves me and that I'm the best mom ever, and that he's sorry for being a little asshole since puberty started." Mom said as she backed away from me shooting me a very soft look of "don't say anything to your father or you're grounded" with her slightly watery eyes, I blink as it registers that Debbie is a master manipulator…but then again all women are.
Nolan, Dad…lets out a startled chuckle, "See Hun…I told you he'd come to his senses eventually, am I too late for breakfast?"
"You're not too late, I scheduled my first appointment for later in the morning." Debbie offers with a saucy smile shot in Dad's direction.
"Ahh…good, I'm gonna go grab a shower." Dad says still in his Omniman costume.
"Not so fast, Come here first…Momma needs some sugar." Debbie says playfully as she presses her hands against Dad's chest and Dad places his hands on her lips, they lean in and start kissing.
I let out a groan whether from annoyance or jealousy I can't decide which, "Don't make me get the spray bottle." I tease the two and Debbie ignores me, her attention fully on her husband but I see Dad's mustache twitch like he's trying hard not to smirk at my joke.
"Now, let's get you out of that costume." Debbie murmurs in a husky tone.
"Oh come on…have you people never heard of a little thing called boundaries?!" I groan feeling embarrassed for Mark…and my awkward boner.
"Parents should never…insinuate sex in front of their kids…" The words tumble out of my mouth even though I don't really find the sex part a big deal what really bothers me is one minute Debbie is an emotional crying wreck the next she's miss fuck me daddy.
"You should be overjoyed to see your parents passionately expressing
their love for each other…"
"Uhh…you want me to be a voyeur to your guy's sex life?" I ask and both of them flinch and break away from each other while still being in each other's personal space.
"That is not what I meant Mark, and you know it!" Debbie dismisses rather loudly embarrassment clear in her voice as her cheeks gain a bit of pinkishness.
"Uhuh…sure whatever you say Mom…" I put as much mock sincerity into my voice as I can manage while nodding my head like I believe her bullshit.
"Stop being a smartass and go get to school." Debbie snaps at me a whole 180 from a few minutes ago.
"Whatever, just wait to start fucking until I leave the house, please." I mutter grumpily…as I didn't even get to eat anything yet.
"What were you thinking, for breakfast?" Dad asks Mom and she takes on a considering expression.
"Paris?" Debbie asks tentatively.
"Actually, I was kind of pulling for that little cafe in Berlin…I've been jonesing for those sausages." Dad more asks for permission than offers an alternative.
'Does this guy really see her as a pet…?' I wonder idly, as Debbie smiles and nods…feeling annoyed that not only are they going to go out for breakfast but that I don't even get to eat anything here before leaving for school.
"Cone on you guys, can't I go to the Best Wurst, place with you? I'm all caught up on school work and homework this week plus I can bring my passport with me if you guys decide to bump uglies at the Kremlin or something, equally disgusting!" I act like the typical teenager trying to get out of going to school.
"No Mark, You've got school!" Debbie mercilessly shoots me down, making my shoulders slump.
"Don't worry, Mark. When your powers kick in, you can go on your own." Dad tries to smooth things over but if this was old Mark his try at reassurance would have been a gut punch, why? Simply because Mark had mostly given up hope of his powers ever coming.
I let out a mirthless chuckle, "Yeah sure Dad…I'm sure they're coming any day now." I continue to say in a tone that pretty much screams I don't believe him…the kind of tone a supervillain in the making would use when talking to his superhero parents who are always putting pressure on him to be a good person and not just himself and who is about to snap under the pressure of it all.
Whilst I turn away from them and begin to head upstairs to grab my backpack, "They've gotta be due
any day now, son…even the latest bloomers on Viltrum would get their powers before what would be
their 18th birthday…you'll see."
"Yeah, you're right Dad!" I offer a bright smile and take the stairs two at a time.
"Nolan, don't get his hopes up…" Debbie quietly chastises her husband while thinking about the look on her precious baby boy's face and the sheer emotions carried in his voice, before he puts on a smiling happy mask, a very powerful urge to go and comfort him nearly overpowers her but she lets go of those feelings for now.
Grabbing my backpack that is right beside my bedroom door, slinging it over my right shoulder, before traipsing down the stairs, I move quickly to the front door casting a look over my shoulder. I see Debbie staring at me in a mix of worry and love.
"By guys, love ya both…I love Mom the most though…bye!" I say as I leave the house slamming the front door behind me and begin walking to school…the walk isn't fair the school is only half a mile away so about a five to ten minute walk.
'This is hard…I wonder how my little brother is doing back home?'
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With Glenn
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[The CYAO APP]
[As our first paying customer was a referral by you, you have been granted two rolls!]
'Huh, cool.' Glenn thought as he clicked the roll button.
[World: Halo]
[Sex: Male]
[Reincarnation:]
[Race: Human Hybrid]
[Boons (Not Including Racial Traits):
-Number of Boons: 3
[Extremely Lucky: With this everything goes your way.]
[Indestructible Soul: No matter what happens you will survive, even till the universe itself implodes and reforms.]
[Familia Beacon: Your family, even separated by universes, omniverses, will eventually find you.]
'Halo, awesome, I hope I become a Spartan 2!' Glenn as his world suddenly fades to black.
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Back to our regularly scheduled programming.
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I groan as I make it inside of the building as the warning bell to leave the cafeteria, 'Ugh, great no breakfast!' I complain in my head, and head towards my locker only to get ambushed by William, Mark's fair weather best friend.
"Yo Mark, you Mauler Twins attack the White House?" William asks me as he tries to sling an arm over my shoulder but I brush him off by angling my body away from him.
"Yup, was on the news…I didn't watch the fight though." I answer his question and throw in a shrug for good measure.
"I can't believe the Guardians of the Globe let them get that close to killing the President." William continues to gossip seemingly unable to pick up on my lack of interest.
"Man, they didn't even get
into the building…and Omni-Man swooped in to save the GG's asses." I offer just trying to get the kid to shut the fuck up.
"You're such an Omni-Maniac…way to root for the underdog…bet you're a big fan of the Yankees, aren't you?" William spills some nonsense.
'Seriously what is wrong with this kid and does he have an off switch…without unaliving him?'
"I mean sure, he's hot and all…"
"Dude, just shut the fuck up!" I snap at him a flash of anger coming out of nowhere.
"Woah, somebody's on their period today." William sniffs snidely, and I feel the urge to smash his face into my locker.
"Anyways, you up for some Clash Crash tonight? I'm hoping for a Level 43 chest armor." William asks me in an excited manner.
I let out a sigh, 'God, I've never been happier to have a part time job!'
"No-no-no, don't bring up that stupid job, man…don't be that person." William whines and I find myself seriously wondering if I could get away with smashing his face in.
"William, I'm saving up for a car…not all of us have a Mommy and Daddy who will buy us one so that we stop pretending to be gay." I say to him jokingly, knowing that it grinds his gears that his Mom and Dad try smothering his being gayness with expensive high ticket items.
My response makes William groan, "I don't know why I'm even friends with you." He mutters softly and I can't help but agree though I quickly realize he's joking.
"Knock it off, Todd!" I hear a girl suddenly shout from down the hall loud enough to be heard over the morning rush, and teens talking over each other reaches my ears.
Turning to look I see a blonde teen, with messy blonde hair that you know he spent hours trying to get just right in the mirror, I think his name is Todd, who scoffs, as he grabs the shoulder of a rather pretty black girl.
"Come on...quit playing games…I know you're crazy about me, Marcy told me." The blonde teen says arrogantly and I'm already heading over there not just to the maiden in distresses side, but because I have little sisters…or at least I did and I'd want any guy to stop another that was harassing them.
"Well, you are big and strong, aren't you?" Amber I think that is her name at least starts to mockingly amuse him, though it's obvious that he doesn't pick up on the mocking part.
"You know it, Baaa-" Todd smirks in a pleased arrogant manner.
"And you think that makes it okay for you to harass me?" Amber yeah…it's definitely Amber round on him pokes him in the chest with attitude, before she spins around to walk away.
"Mark, don't!" William says with a passionate voice.
"Hey Todd!" I call out to the guy who rounds on me and starts to open his mouth, "You really need to learn, no means no asshole!" My words come out of my mouth as a snarl.
"Fuck you, Grayson! Stay outta this!" Todd snarls right back and goes to gut punch me but I slide back out of the way, putting a few feet between us, my feet spread wide, while I stand on the balls of my feet arms up, hands partially curled in a loose boxer's defensive stance, I whack Todd's follow up punch away.
While I start to throw a right hook, driving my right leg back, while pivoting on my feet, rotating my hips and core, transferring the energy up into my arm landing a powerful hit on his jaw, I feel one of my knuckles and his jaw break, while his eyes roll up in his head and he hits the ground hard.
"Ow!" I curse and shake my hand back and forth in the air with a loose wrist.
Amber stares at me for half a second before laughing softly, ""Hey you"' Amber greets me with a small wave of her hand and damn does she look good, she's athletic but you can tell she's rockin a smokin body under those clothes, her eyes are an expressive brown, her dark hair in shiny and silky and not like the steel wool most African Americans and mixed mutts have, with healthy non-ashy looking chestnut brown skin tone.
"Hey." I reply with a smile. "How's it going?" I ask her.
"You fought Todd…for my honor." Amber says teasingly making me roll my eyes and shoot her a good natured smirk, "But of course my lady." I continue to tease but this time in a posh English accent.
"My hero." Amber playfully rolls her eyes at me as she lets out a soft laugh, both of us stepping around Todd drawing nearer to each other.
"I could be more than just that." I offer in a tender yet confident tone of voice, while looking directly into Amber's warm brown eyes.
"Aren't we being a bit bold?" Amber asks me, her voice comes out soft but she's definitely interested.
I lean back. "Really? I don't see it." "I do." She leans in closer to make up the space I put between. "Heh, you're different Mark…I can see it in your eyes…"
I hear Yoda's voice in my head, 'Interested, is…she. Horny you are.' shut up you Yoda impersonating asshole, I tell myself.
"Give me your number." I say to Amber offering her a small smirk.
"Why?" She immediately responds with a question, but I can already tell I have her hooked.
"So, I can track you down and steal your heart, Love." I joke playfully making sure to use the posh accent on her.
"Creepy much?" Amber asks teasingly, making me roll my eyes at her.
"Not usually…but there are always exceptions..." I joke my smirk becomes more of a smile as we continue to flirt.
"Oh my God, that was so corny."
"Heh, you think that was corny? I'm just getting started as I was born in the corn, molded by it…shaped into who I am today." I continue to joke and a part of myself wants to go a slam my skull against my locker in an attempt at suicide, though Amber's sudden giggles make the corniness worth it.
"Heh, me too!" Amber says as she takes my injured hand her fingers brushing over my busted knuckle a look of concern crossing her face as she begins writing her number on my palm.
"Put your name next to it." I joke like I'm some suave casanova.
"Very funny, Mark." Amber rolls her eyes and slaps my hand right in my broken knuckle, before turning and walking away, her hips having just a little more sway than necessarily necessary.
"Make sure you call me!" Amber hollers over her shoulder, "And get that hand looked at it's starting to swell up!" Amber continues turning towards me just enough that she can shoot me a serious almost Mom glare.
"Sure thing, my dusky admirrer!" I holler back at her with a smirking smile on my face, which falls as I see the Principal speed walking towards me and the still downed Todd.
'Should probably check for a pulse…I mean I don't see any blood leaking into the floor from the back of his head. He just has a split lip and a slight sunken in looking cavity on the right side of his face.
"Holyshit dude!" The lank brown haired boy William who is my fair weather best friend appears out of nowhere at my side, staring at me like a deer in headlights. "What the hell was that!" He questions adamantly.
'A wild Homo has appeared!' An errant thought pops into my head, 'Oh what the fuck, why did I think that?!'
"Is your hand okay, dude?!" William asks like a simpering girlfriend while gently grabbing my wrist to move my arm so he can get a better look at my hand.
"Oh yeah, no biggie I just broke a knuckle…by not throwing a proper punch…I was too distracted by a gorgeous girl getting harassed by a tool." I joke with a smirk, which makes William roll his eyes at me.
"Where did you even learn to do that?!" William asks me while glaring at me like I've grown a second head.
"Uhh…don't you remember your Dad giving us those junior boxing lesson things for his friends boxing gym…you know the gym we both go to?"
"Yeah…"
"Well, when you're busy staring at Dudes and taking mental picks for spank bank material I take my boxing lessons seriously." I offer in explanation, and it's totally a thing William's Dad, Evan did for us except I was just as bad as William except I was drooling over the hot chicks.
"Shit, it's principal Wilkins." William curses and then scurries away.
"Mark Grayson, come with me to my office!" Mr.Wilkins barks at me as the nurse arrives and begins checking on Todd.
"Yes sir, Mister Wilkins." I say and nod to the middle aged fat balding African American, following along just behind him on his left.
"Mr.Grayson, I've seen the camera footage, I know why you did what you did…and don't repeat this but I'm glad that you did, what you did…but I have to seem impartial in my position as principal, you will be getting a two week out of school suspension…also a heads up depending on how badly young Mister Williams is injured your family could be liable for any medical expenses…I'm sorry I can't do anything about this his parents could even try to sue your parents." The Principal explains to me as we reach his office and he motions for me to take a seat outside of his office to wait for my parents to arrive.
Staring at the clock on the wall for a few minutes, the nurse comes into the office and looks at me with an unimpressed eyebrow raised to her hairline with a icepack and a roll of tape, she extends her free hand to me.
And I offer my injured hand she puts the ice over the busted knuckle and then wraps a tape roll of paper medical tape over my hand to keep the ice pack in place.
"I am not impressed young man." Nurse Emma says but reaches out and ruffles my hair, "But I'll always appreciate a young man, standing up for young women." Nurse Emma mutters before walking into the principal's closed, off office, closing the door behind her to give the principal the 411.
Todd's parents show up before mine and damn his mom is a boneified milf, who wears to clothes too sized to small but has the sexy body to pull the look off, honestly I'd love press her up against the wall and fuck her silly, his Dad looks like a sterotypical office worker cuck who can't take care of his wife's needs so she's probably fucking dudes behind his back and his son Todd knows which makes him more aggressive with other women…trying to prove himself as some alpha male.
I palm smack my forehead trying to get my brain to shut up, Todd's mother glares at me as she and her husband start to leave the office, making me wink and smile at her, "You know you should really talk to your son and tell him forcing himself on any woman is wrong…especially ones that make their disinterest in him as clear as possible." I say to her and she makes a sound in her throat and looks at her son. The expression on her face is picture worthy…and it's one of pure wrath and fury…while his dad turns to look at me with a startled expression on his face.
The three leave and I can hear Todd getting bitched out by his mother all the way to the door.
The class bell rings and Amber walks by the Principal's office. Our gazes linger on each other for a lot longer than necessary as her gal posy keeps her from crashing into anybody.
Once everyone gets to class my Mom arrives, and hurries into the office, I can see see misbuttoned a couple of buttons on her blouse which leads to a view of her black bra, and pale cleavage.
"Mark, oh my God your hand! Are you okay, honey?!" Mom asks me in a hurried concern, almost luring me into a false sense of security. I reach up and fix her buttons really quickly, drawing a surprised and embarrassed noise out of her while she stands up straight and looks around to make sure no one has seen anything.
"I'm fine mom…just a broken knuckle…I punched a douchebag in his stupid face, cause he was harassing a friend of mine and wasn't taking no for an answer…I'm sorry I got in trouble and that we might be facing a lawsuit because, instead of finding a better way I resorted to violence." Debbie draws up short, her mouth opens and closes before finally she releases a heavy sigh, leans in and presses her lips to the top of my head while pulling my face against her chest.
Debbie pulls back rests her arms on my shoulder, does her best to give me a stern glare, "If you're going to get into fights, I'm glad you got into one for a good reason, an no I'm not saying I condone you getting into fights, I'd prefer you employ diplomatic solutions whenever possible…with that said you are so grounded, Now I've got to go in there and talk to Mister Wilkins. When I'm done you'll be assisting me for the rest of the day in prepping a couple of properties for open houses, until your shift at your job."
"Okay, can we not tell Dad…I feel like he wouldn't understand the whole punishment thing and I'd rather not be the reason you two have an argument." I ask/offer and Debby nods in understanding after taking a moment to consider what I've said.
"I'll think about it." She hums and then heads into Mr.Wilkins office.
Mom comes out a few minutes later a heavy sigh exploding out of her, "According to Mister Wilkins, Todd's parents have no intention of suing us…anymore I guess they're afraid of him being charged with sexual harassment, in retaliation…come on Mark, I've got one house to show in half an hour and two to prep before tomorrow." Debbie says before a yawn slips out of her.
"Who knew having a heroic teenage son…would be so exhausting?" Debbie joke softly and slings an arm around my waist and leans into my side making me wrap an arm around her side and be her support.
"Maybe you, and the old man should take a break from fucking like rabbits mom." The words slip out of my mouth and Debbie flinches…then turns to glare at me with a sinister look in her eyes, and she pinches my ear hard making my eyes water.
"I just mean, because you look exhausted…and it can't be easy trying to keep up with…well who he is." I offer in way of apology which makes Debbie's expression soften.
"Maybe you're right, honey…I just worry that he'll leave…if I'm not good enough…self doubt never goes away, Mark…remember that when you start breaking hearts instead of being the handsome young knight in shining armor for some beautiful maiden."
"Tch, this is the twenty-first century mom, maidens…stop being maidens before they get their first period." I snicker and get an elbow to my ribs just as we make it through doors out of the school to the freedom of outside.
The time with time is surprisingly nice, I don't like the look some of the guys give Debbie…or the way Debbie slightly humors them to get sales, but seeing Debbie nearly blow a sale when a twenty something super model drapes herself all over me, begging me to give her a full tour…and then give her a very firm hard massage in the bedroom, with an added on oh you can join us too…I get he's your stud…I'll even pay extra.
Made Debbie push me out of the house three seconds later the super model ran out in tears a red hand on her face, "My Agent will ruin you bitch, and your little fuck you too!" She screamed as she marched to her all pink Cadillac looking suv.
Mom sighs loudly as she leans against me, "How could she be so vulgar…you're my son for Christ Sake!" I wrap my arms around her middle and rest my chin against her shoulder.
"I guess we look more like a couple than mother and son." I tease playfully and Debbie doesn't even acknowledge my joke with anything more than an eye roll and a loud yawn.
"Mom, you're exhausted…just tell me what needs to be done and take a nap on the couch in the house, once everything is done I'll take you home." I say to Debbie who turns around and wraps her arms around me and nuzzles her face against my chest as I lean against the passenger side door of her car.
"I couldn't…there's so much to do at the other properties." Debbie murmurs but I can tell she's close to giving in, "Come on mom…you know I've always wanted to be your assistant." I say to her but the tired glare she gives me as she looks up from my chest, "You're a bad liar, Mark…but I love you for trying." Debbie murmurs, turns around, leans her back against my chest, takes her phone out of her purse and starts typing out a list and texting it to me.
"Okay, I sent you the lists of things needed to do and the directions in how to do them…if you do everything the way I tell you to in the texts, and make it so I don't have to redo everything myself…I'll think about ungrounding you and give you a little boost in your allowance." Debbie says to me barely getting the words out before her eyes start to drift shut, rolling my eyes at her. I pick her up in a princess carry, idly wondering if my persuasive pheromones played a part in her actually falling asleep or not.
As I enter the house and lay Debby down on the couch that she owns, as she furnishes houses with furniture to help sell houses, and cover her with a blanket she had folded over the back of the couch.
'Let's try out my Dupes ability.' I express in my head in excitement and I try to figure out how to use it I feel something…trying to form out of my back but get this sense that having clothes on makes this a dangerous excursion, so I stop, move away from Debbie and take my clothes off and try again, beginning with closing my eyes.
Suddenly having five different, but also the same, first person perspectives of the same wall in the same living room plus a sixth slightly detached perspective over seeing the five others...is very jarring but I also somehow feel like I always have at the same time.
Reading over Debbie's instructions and lists with my original…new body I start carrying out the list for this house with my four other bodies, each working in a two man team to complete the tasks in the exact manner Debbie described in her very detailed but also simple to read instructions.
'Really hope, my new mom doesn't wake up and ask me why there are five of me…and why we're nakedly carrying out her instructions?'
It took around forty-five minutes to complete Debbie's list for this property, 'I wonder if I could convince Mom, to let me buy a rental property and do the maintenance myself, while paying back the cost of the house to her over 15-20 years…I mean she rakes in a couple million a year, through her real estate sales commission, but the mostly passive income on her part would be wicked, and it'd be nice for her and me…to have something together to stop us from drifting apart when I get my powers…if I get my powers…for all I know I could be in a universe where Mark never becomes Invincible, God what a gag worth superhero name!'
'The governments of the world pay Dad, a varying amount of money but rarely does any country dish out less than a million and on average 10 million a year not including his book sales, just for a hero maintenance fee to make sure one of the greatest heroes in the world has a full belly, a place to sleep, and enough to keep his head in tip top shape.' With the list for this house complete before noon, I head back to the home node, each one of my eight hands pressing against my exposed torso and back, then four me's sink back into one and my singular perspective returns, putting my clothes back on, I walk over to Debbie who is snoring softly while sprawling out on the couch show kicked off blanket bunched up by her feet skirt riding up her thighs, blouse riding up to the bottom of her bra, exposing her soft stomach.
Fixing Debbie's clothes, then grabbing her car keys out of her purse, I head out to her white luxury sedan, recline the passenger seat back as far as it goes, then slide the driver's seat back a bit so I can actually sit behind the wheel.
Heading back inside I pick Debbie up and she nuzzles her cheek against my chest making me chuckle silently, 'Imagine her with cat ears and a tail…nope bad idea, bad bad idea!' shaking away those thoughts I carry Debbie out and lay her down in the passenger seat, the buckle the belt, silently locking/closing the door, heading back inside, picking up grabbing mom's purse slinging it over my shoulder, then picking up her heels, heading back out of the house picking the door behind me on my way out.
In the driver's seat I head home, pulling into the driveway, hauling Mom out of the car. I take her inside, carry her up to her and Dad's bedroom, take off her top and skirt, then tuck her into bed then reach under the covers and remove her bra.
Setting it on her nightstand I leave Mom to sleep, heading to my bedroom, grabbing out four sets of clothes, I strip down, split into five me's, get dressed in similar clothes with only slight variations in colors.
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Debbie
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'How…how can my son turn into five people? Also why am I not mortified that he undressed me and tucked me into bed like…like I was some kind of baby?!' Debbie asks herself as she covers her face with Nolan's pillow, and smells his scent but immediately throws the pillow back where it belongs.
Hearing her car leaving the driveway, Debbie crawls out of the bed feeling mortified even as she grabs her evening gown leaving her bra on the nightstand, and heads to Mark's bedroom, walks a few steps to the very end of his bed then falls face first onto it, causing herself to bounce up and down lightly, before she crawls up to his pillows and snuggles her face into them breathing deeply, a deep sense of something indescribable washes over Debbie and immediately puts her back to sleep.
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MC
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The second house on the list is a three story Victorian with a fully furnished basement as a game room/man cave, all five of me getting out of the car in unison and head inside three hours later the house is cleaned, smells nice, everything arranged just right to highlight the good qualities of the house and minimize the bad ones.
Then I'm off to a single story ranch style house, I finish up with everything just in time to be to work at Burger Mart on time, luckily my uniform is there in my locker already.
Dropping off one of my duplicates I head home, arriving home I find the house dark, so I immediately head to the kitchen and start dinner using the ham in the fridge to make scalloped potatoes and ham, luckily everything I need is here in the house.
With food in the oven I decide to start cleaning the house, dishes, vacuuming, dusting, I hear my last life father's voice, 'You'll make a good wife someday.' I growl in my own head at his unkind voice, and just like that the broom/mop/dust panhandle, and feather duster handle snap and crush underneath my grip while a trash bag gets thrown into space.
That's when I hear the bottom steps of the stairs creek, Debbie is standing there in a night gown open showing her pert breasts and tan nipples, belly with stretch marks but still managing to look like a hot actress walking off the set of a movie, her hands rising into the air to cover her mouth.
"Uhh-hey mom…I have powers…I discovered I could make duplicates of myself kinda like DupliKate and MultiPaul…but I can only make five…oh and I think my Viltrimite powers are coming in." I offer an awkward wave/smile in greeting and look down at my hands slowly opening my palms, various broken house cleaning tools crushed and splintered remains rest in my hands.
'I'm glad I saved Amber's phone number into my phone.'
"It wasn't a dream." Debbie cries and flings herself off is the stairs running to me she slams into my chest not even drawing a grunt out of me as she tries to squeeze the life out of me, part of me wants to return the loving hug, the other part of me is afraid I'll accidentally make her pop like a water balloon or crush her spine.
'I doubt porn physics will kick in for hugs.' an errant thought pops into my geas.
"I'm afraid to hug you back Mom." I apologize and that makes Debbie cry harder, "My baby is growing up so fast!" Debbie sobs against my chest.
"I'll always be your baby, Mom." The words of comfort slip from my lips and I can feel Debbie smiling against my chest.
"That's right, you'll always be my baby." Debbie murmurs but her voice almost sounds disappointed by that fact…or I could just be that her voice is muffled by my chest.
"When the food is done can you make me a plate on a paper plate and leave it on the counter for me with some plastic silverware?" I'm going to go somewhere…where I don't have to worry about breaking anything…or anyone." I mutter and Debbie backs away from me offering me a nod of understanding, with a tear streaked face nodding her head I can tell she doesn't trust herself to speak right now…and neither do I, emotions are high right now…me getting powers signifies to Debbie that I don't need her anymore, for me I've just gotten something I've always wanted and it terrifies me.
Opening an invisible portal for each dupe of myself into the warehouse just big enough for myself to fit through, all of me move inside like a well organized perfectly replicated machine, and close the portals behind us.
Very carefully I begin taking off my clothes with one body and end up ripping them off with even the barest amounts of strength being used.
'Okay…that sucks…' I mentally groan and then try to undress myself again with the next body, having similar results.
It takes me five tries to get right but I manage to undress myself then redress myself, without ruining my remaining clothes. I continue the practice with my original body while I start having my other four bodies practice wailing on each other.
The pain of the blows, feeling my bones creak, break and snap across four bodies…five bodies leaves me groaning on the floor in agony my four clones are bloodied messes at each of my separate set of hands, I feel my bodies slowly knitting themselves back together…and it is not a pleasant sensation when multiplied by five.
Maybe twenty minutes later I'm back up on my feet mostly healed but still tender, 'I feel stronger…Viltrimite zenkai…smart atoms boost for win!'
I turn my four perspective on one, the main home node, eyes milky white as four of me launch themselves at me using superspeed, I try to put up a guard but there's just too many of me, even though I can see my own punches coming, I'm quickly overwhelmed by myselves.
Four solid blows to my face that have me twirling around in a circle, jaw and skull fracturing, my vision blacks out. I feel warm, hot blood splashing against me as it sounds like four massive water balloons pop, then I crash into the floor.
I come to on the concrete floor in a warm pocket, surrounded by dried blood, while feeling massively stronger than I was before, rolling over. I begin to push myself to my feet but find myself lifting up into the air, completely unbound from gravity.
A loud peel of laughter escapes me, "I'M FLYING, I'M REALLY FUCKING FLYING, THIS IS SO FUCKING AWESOME!!!" I can't help but shout even though I'm technically only floating a foot or two off the ground, a sudden thought to try and fly higher enters my head and I lift upwards, twenty meters into the air my back crashes against the metal roof and steel skeleton support for said roof.
When highly resistant to damage, presses up against the indestructible with a continuing amount of pressure pain ensues, the pain of my spine snapping in several different places sends me crashing to the indestructible ground at maximum velocity…knocking myself out again while also breaking my nose, chin, ribs and a few other non-essential bones.
Groaning awake body still tender I practice flying without actually trying to practice flying, I just let go and let my budding Viltrimite instincts take over, and lift myself into an upright position, then I proceed to make more extensions of myself this time it is much more exhausting than any other time before and an almost overwhelming sense of hunger slams into me, opening one large portal into the kitchen me and my five perspectives naked, with one covered in blood and gore descend, that I can see is slowly evaporating off of me and into steam into the air as we descend on the large plate of food now cold that was left out for me, before attacking the fridge and the cupboard eating everything that doesn't need to be cooked.
A light flicks on and I look over my shoulder to see Omniman in his civie night time clothes which consist of only pajama bottoms, exposing his muscular torso and light amount of body hair to the world…pornstache looking impressive.
"Your mother told me your powers are coming in…where have you been Mark?" Dad asks me and I in perfect sync raise five arms and index fingers in the wait a sec gesture, as I finish up stuffing my face and downing a twelve pack of Soda Cola.
"Come with me." I say to him and open a portal walking through with my home node first, followed by Dad…Omniman, then my Dupes, I close the portal through the last one to enter…just in case Debbie decides to sneak up on us or if Cecil and some of his cronies have mobile bugs to spy on us with.
Shutting the portal behind us, "So…I started getting my powers from your side of the genetics…but it seems Mom, must have had a powered ancestor in the family tree at some point as cause not only can I make five duplicates of myself at one time, I can also open a portal to this place…I believe it is a pocket dimension that looks like a warehouse or is a pocket dimension in a warehouse or something…every bit of it is indestructible, I just about turned to paste when I crashed to the floor during a failed attempt at flying." Nolan looks like he's struggling to process the information I've given him, as he begins to massage the bridge of his nose.
'I probably should be holding my cards closer to my chest but Omniman…Dad is key to learning to adapt to my new powers.' is my reasoning for exposing everything to murderstache hombre.
Nolan seems to settle on a diplomatic response, "Oh, that's great, Son, just great!" Nolan tries to put some fake enthusiasm into his voice but I can tell he's hurting, as he's working out his mental plans to kill the Guardians of the Globe.
"I'll make some time tomorrow for training…that is If you're up for it." Nolan offers while trying to put a reassuring smile on his face.
"Umm…that'd be great Dad…but I'm afraid to hug mom…or pretty much do anything, I went through four sets of clothes just trying to figure out how to dress and undress myself." My embarrassment is palpable, Nolan's face softens a bit.
"I never went through what you're going through now Mark…I've always had my powers, always had an instinctual knowledge of how to control my strength…the best thing you can do is practice handling all of the drinking glasses in the house until you can safely handle them without breaking them…and treat people like glass until you adjust to your new strength…you'll figure it out son." Nolan says to me as he glides over to me his feet hovering a few inches off of the ground, he reaches the home node and rests a comforting hand on my shoulder.
His presence and faith in me is surprisingly comforting, 'I really hope I can avoid psycho Nolan…'
"Thanks Dad, hey…I know what you said about your home when I was a kid but I always got this sense that you weren't telling me everything…" I begin to say and see Nolan frowning, then he lets out an explosive sigh.
"Mark, we need to talk." Nolan tries to make his face and indifferent mask but I can see pain and realization in his eyes.
"Dad?" I question softly, my voice soft like I'm talking to an injured and cornered animal that Nolan is kind of reminding me of at this moment.
This isn't how I wanted to do this, but I don't have a choice…not now, it's time for you to know where I really come from.
I am from Viltrum, but it's not the planet I've told you about…and we have created a perfect civilization, but it took all of our strength, determination, and courage to get there.
In order for our people
to reach their full potential, we had to remove the weak from our society…it was a long and difficult process.
When it was over, our population was cut in half, but what emerged from the ashes was unstoppable.
By the time I was born, Viltrum was already the greatest empire in our galaxy…we decided to make it
the only empire in our galaxy.
Once I was old enough, I joined the war effort…it was hard, but I believe in our cause.
Some species resisted, of course, but no one could withstand us for long…soon, our empire encompassed
thousands of planets.
But as our territory grew, our forces were stretched thin and our expansion stopped…we needed a better, more efficient way to conquer worlds.
Our most trusted officers were each given a planet to weaken by themselves…I was one of those lucky few.
I couldn't tell your mother
why I was here...
But that time's come to an end...
And now we need to get Earth ready
to join the Viltrum Empire." By the time Nolan gets to the end of his speech he has tears running down his face. He's no longer floating in the air and it seems like the only thing holding him up is his hand resting on my shoulder.
'He's heartbroken…damnit now I almost wish I didn't get Viltrumite powers.' I curse in my head as I start to sniffle my eyes watering from dust as I hug the bigger man, who returns the hug.
"Mark, this is good news!" Nolan tries to sound happy but it rings hollow, when he chokes in thick emotions at the end of his statement fake enthusiasm be damned.
I begin patting the larger man's back in comfort, 'It's gonna be alright Dad…we don't have to change things immediately right? I mean how long were you given to bring Earth into the fold and how much time have you already expended on your mission?" I ask the man who is hugging me back and practically putting all his weight on me.
"I have four hundred and eighty years left…but there's periodic check-ins…you having powers changes everything Mark, I had planned on just living out a family life with you and your mother until you both died…of old age." Nolan chokes on a sob, mourning for the family life that once was.
"We got this Dad…I know I'm not much right now…but we can do this together, we can give Mom the happy family life she deserves and then when her time comes to an end we can devote ourselves to taking over the Earth…of trying to increase the population of Viltrumites…" I offer and Nolan steps back, rests both hands on my shoulders, eyes bloodshot, tear stained face, while he looks deeply in my eyes looking for any sign of deceit.
"It'll be hard Mark, I let your mother raise you as a human…once you were ten and you didn't get your powers…I didn't think you'd ever get them…but now that you have, I know you're a Viltrimite…Viltrimites live very long lives unless they're killed Mark…thousands of years compared to humans…it's not an easy life Mark…and it'll be all the harder on you given how I let your mother have free reign in raising you." Nolan says seriously, tears still streaming down his face but just the barest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
"I won't try to say I understand what it means to live that long Dad…but I love you and I know you love me and Mom, and as long as we face the future together as Father and Son…I'm sure we can handle anything the universe throws at us." I try to reassure Nolan who offers me a somewhat fragile smile before he pulls me into a hug that makes my bones creak.
"You have no idea how much of a relief it is to hear you say that Mark…or how nice it is to not have to treat you like glass anymore in fear of accidentally killing you." Nolan mutters revealing a bit of the psychopath that he is.
"Uhh…Dad…this is starting to hurt." I gasp out as I can't breathe because of the strength of Nolan's hug.
"Hmm, you are going to have to get used to pain Mark…our training is going to be painful…but it is necessary or else the other Viltrumites will kill you for being weak." Nolan says to me sternly even as he eases up, "Get some rest Mark, we start training in the morning…and do you best to keep this ability a secret…it is a very valuable asset you are lucky to have…though it is a little bare." Nolan says to me and tries to joke at the end.
"Think I can borrow your credit card to outfit this place?" I ask Nolan while giving him my best puppy dog eyes that usually make him cave while Mom has the iron spine that pinches my ear or slaps me with slippers when I try to manipulate her like this.
Nolan looks at me for a short moment before bursting into laughter, "Sure son…just don't tell your mother…I'll give you my card tomorrow after training." Nolan says to me after finally recovering from laughing deeply, his body language relaxed and at ease like the universe has been taken off of his shoulders.
"Thanks Dad…"
"You're welcome son, does this mean I'm the best parent in the world now?" Nolan asks and I can tell he's just joking around.
"Nah, it's still mom…she doesn't cave like you do." I joke right back though I also know it to be true, ever since that little league game where Mom lost her shit on Nolan…Nolan kinda became the funish…less strict parent, who would try to make up for his absences with toys that I wanted but didn't need or comic books, you know trying to buy my affections while Mom stayed mom…and she still got the brunt of my love and hate as a child.
'Wow, how could I have been such a bastard and still a momma's boy to Debbie at the same time…?!' I wonder while trailing off in my own thoughts as my mind drifts off to spending my day with Debbie today.
'I guess I'm still a momma's boy…now I just have…awkward desires for a Korean-American milf, who I have memories for as a mom…'
"Earth to Mark." Nolan's voice taking on a bit of gruffness pulls me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah Dad, did you say something?" I ask and try to pretend that I don't have a boner from thinking about my new mom and his wife…my also mom.
Nolan sighs, "Can you open the portal or whatever so we can both go to bed before your mother decides we both need to be punished with that ear pinching thing that she does?" I can't help but burst into laughter at Dad's almost pitiful expression right now as he subconsciously reaches up and runs at the cartilage of his ear.
"That shit hurts you too, I always thought you were just humoring Mom?!" I ask while still laughing to which Nolan rolls his eyes.
"It is more annoying than hurtful, but Viltrumite's ears are extremely sensitive, Mark…it's one of our few easily exploitable weaknesses." Nolan explains to me and I realize, Nolan told Mom about the sensitivity of his ears as a sign of love and trust.
"Huh, good to know.' I offer him a nod and a considerate nod.
"Hey Dad…don't do anything too rash…just because I have powers now…and let's try to keep things normal for mom…you know how easily she discovers secrets." I say to him just as I open the portal home and have my other selves merge into the home node and leave the warehouse alongside Nolan…not missing the way his shoulders tensed up, part of me feels like I should push the envelope but I decide to let the matter drop for now, closing the invisible portal behind us that I can somehow sense, I follow Nolan up the stairs pretty much tip toeing as I'm somewhat afraid I'll put my foot through the stairs/floor boards.
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'I can't fall asleep I'm too damned excited, I mean I have literal fucking superpowers!' rolling out of bed, climbing out of my open window in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, stepping lightly out onto the roof.
Looking down at the ground a sudden rising repressed fear of heights starts to rise up in my stomach, "Whew…come on don't be a pussy, you already did this earlier just don't look down…and think about how much it'll hurt when you hit the ground." I tell myself and look up at the sky but my eyes drift down to the back lawn.
'Damit, Stop looking down!' I yell at myself in my head, and try to clear away my fear.
Letting out a sigh, "Okay, I can do this…I've already done this by accident twice…but damn I'm already having performance issues as a teenager." I try to joke at my own expense and it gets a somewhat reluctant chuckle out of me.
"Dad always said
it was like a reflex, so if I don't want to fall, I won't, and even if I do, maybe it won't even hurt…or maybe…" 'It'll hurt a lot like earlier my brain supplies unhelpfully.'
'Ahh, fuck it!' I shout in my head as I let go of everything and begin a leap of faith worthy of Assassin's Creed towards the back lawn, with my eyes closed, silently praying that I don't fall and that I fly.
When I don't hit the ground I cautiously open my eyes and find that I'm hovering in the air, just at my bedroom window level, a loud joyous laugh bubbles out of me, 'Dad also says flying at first would be like trying to walk as a baby you have to put effort and concentration into it…so what if I treat flying kinda like I would when I'm smashed or extremely sick…' with those thoughts I tentatively focus on flying and begin raising up into the sky, it almost feels like I'm swimming, except there's no water.
Flying gets a little bit easier until I begin being able to move through the sky with a bit more speed and confidence, performing a loopty-loop, a loud cheer slips out of me, "Whoo-hoo!"
Soaring through the sky just below cloud level not a care in the world about my identity being out there for everyone to see, I notice a commotion coming from the store Toys'B'We, a stand in for Toys'R'Us, in this universe.
I see a tall blue muscular dude with a pallet of Zbox Gaming consoles resting on his shoulder, Zboxes, are this universe's Xboxes, and Z-Soft is this universe's Microsoft.
'Should I interfere?' Is the question that pops into my head but my subconscious mind has already put on the speed and placed my trajectory in who might just be another Mauler Twin clone's escape path into a construction sight.
When I get close enough to be heard, "Hey you got a receipt for those?!" I call out to the hulking blue man who snickers.
"Eh, back off!" The goateed Mauler Twin barks at me and throws a back hand that lands on my chin, which sends me flying backwards into a reinforced cement pillar, my body forms a crater in the pillar, pulling myself out of the crater cement turning to concrete dust underneath my hands by me exerting too much force.
"Heh, aren't you a little out past your bed time, Young Man?" The goateed Mauler Twin cracks a joke as I fall to the ground…not in a heap but a really cool and awesome superhero landing…
"Actually, yeah I am…please don't tell anyone." I answer back honestly, getting a chuckle out of the goateed Mauler Twin, and at the same time lunging forward, the cement underneath my feet cracking and divoting slightly, sail across the ground fist cocked back…and just as I'm about to land a punch an explosion lands right between the Goateed Mauler Twin and I sending us both sailing through the air away from each other.
"What the fuck?! I mean seriously what the fuck?! If I was a normal fucking teenager that would have fucking killed me you stupid son of a whore!" I shout while looking up at the sky, why? Because there was this strange loud mechanical humming that I can now hear even over the ringing in my ears from the explosion, twenty-thirty or so feet in the air is a futuristic looking, flying motorcycle with a side car on each side, one side carrying DupliKate.
'Ahh Man, the filthy things I want to do to her.' an errant thought enters my mind, then the mental image of me decapitating RexSplode pops into my head and my brain supplies the dirty things I want to do to him are vastly different, in the middle of the two is Robot, in the sky is Atom Eve and God does my heart and stomach do strange flip flops at seeing her, no dirty thoughts just blank, fuzzy, white noise in my head, her beautiful red hair carried on the breeze generated from her flying behind her pink costume hugging her body's contours.
I feel a silly smile appear on my face as Eve catches me openly staring at her and gives me a smile that literally feels like sunlight at night.
'Oh my fucking God, stop being a simp for Eve!' I shout in my head to try and snap myself out of whatever the fuck this is…because it's totally not love at first sight that concept is total bullshit…that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
"That was only a BB, you don't want to see what I can do with a golf ball. Now who started it?" RexSplode cockily demands grating on my nerves like no one else ever has in my entire fucking life…either of them, and I find myself and the Goateed Mauler Twin looking at each other, both of our expressions saying let's smash this fuckwits face in and then beat the shit out of each other.
"Your Momma did…when she tried taking both of us at once!" I shout up to him and that got a deep belly laugh out of the goateed Mauler Twin, and if I'm not mistaken a couple of snickers from DupliKate and Eve…though they might be from the indignant sound RexSplode makes rather than my joking around.
At the distraction my joking around offers goatee Mauler Twin launches forward and crushes the front of the hoverbike between his big blow mitts causing an explosion, sending DupliKate, Robot and RexSplode falling to the ground I dash through the air and catch Kate in a princess carry, who presses a hand against my shirtless chest.
"Thanks." She says and looks towards the ground where RexSplode lands face first he sits up and blood is running down his face from a broken nose, and the Goateed Mauler Twin jumps into the air his trajectory is going to have him land right on top of Rex-about-to-be-pasted.
But I fly down low, DupliKate swings herself out of my arms and hits the ground running. I impact the side of the Mauler Twin before his feet can squish RexSplode.
'Guess, I'm gonna be a hero..' I sigh sadly in my head and Goateed Mauler Twin lands a hard hammer blow on my back sending us both to the ground, with my mostly somehow landing on top of him.
"Aww, come on kid…join me in a life or crime we could be amazing together!" The goateed Mauler Twin offers while I kneel on his abdomen, "Sorry bro, as annoying as that guy is…I'm pretty much stuck on the hero path bullshit…my mom would kick my ass if I tried being a Villain." I say while sending a devastating right hook at his jaw, his head whips to the side a spray of blood and a few bits of teeth fly out of his mouth while his jaw becomes dislocated.
'Damn, it felt like I just punched steel, as a normal guy!' Goateed Mauler Twin doesn't put up anymore of a fight and starts snoring loudly.
I roll off of him and onto the shattered concrete, and stare up at the sky only to have Eve come and hover over top of me, her eyes scanning my naked chest and abused pajama bottoms.
"Nice job…taking down a Mauler Twin…and, nice costume very minimalist…I like it." I feel myself blushing at Eve's compliments, "Uhh-thanks…sorry there wasn't a phone booth handy." I begin to reply with unintelligent muttering but then quickly try to recover so Eve doesn't think I'm a total dork, while hearing Robot speaking to DupliKate.
"I'm remotely summoning a new vehicle for us. DupliKate, keep an eye on our big blue friend over there…"
Eve's not saying anything she's just smirking at me her eyes keep moving from my face to my exposed torso, "Umm…Do I know you?" I ask and Eve's eyes practically sparkle in suppressed laughter.
"You know, "You" do look familiar." I can hear the suppressed giggles in Eve's voice as she tries to be mysterious.
"Oh our ride's here…maybe I'll see you around…somewhere…you got a name?" Eve asks me as she watches whatever is going on besides us, as she extends her hand to me.
"Uhh…Invincible." I offer and instantly want to go die in a ditch somewhere, when even giggles and mutters, "Aww that's cute." I take Eve's offered hand and she pulls me to my feet while letting out a cute little grunt at the effort, that makes some pink bleed into her cheeks.
'At least I'm not the only one simping…' I can't help but feel a bit of relief, looking over I see the goateed Mauler Twin all trussed up and supported by a crane attached to the hoverbike, the Teen Team is just waiting on Eve and I to stop this atrocious flirting-like interaction with each other.
"I-I gotta go…" Eve stutters a bit and looks to her hand and I realize I'm still holding it.
"Ahh, sorry…I didn't hurt you did I?! I only just got my powers today!" I rapidly apologize and explain, which makes a very soft gentle expression cross Eve's face.
"No, you didn't hurt me M-I mean Invincible, I just have to get going now, and help hand over the Mauler Twin to the authorities." Eve explains which makes me immediately let go of her hand.
"Right, right…catch you around Atom Eve." I mutter while feeling my face burning in embarrassment as I shakily raise myself into the air and fly off in the opposite direction as the Teen Team.
'Tha-that was so cringe worthy!' I can't help the mental groan as I fly home…which is a little difficult because it's easy to get lost while trying to concentrate on not stumbling in the sky.
Reaching the front of the house I try to land only to drop like a stone from fifty feet in the air and make a deep pothole in the road in front of the house.
"Oh come on!" I shout but a larger part of me is relieved that I didn't end up in a sewer, as I climb out of the hole and enter the house, tiptoeing my way up the stairs carefully trying not to wake up my new parents, entering the bathroom, I turn on the shower and wash away the dirt, dust and…remains of a pigeon I flew through on my way home.
Stepping out of the shower, slinging a towel around my waist, opening the bathroom door, only to come face to face…while Debbie's face to my chest as I open the door.
"Oh thank God you're alright!" Debbie expresses in one long loud breath, before inhaling. "MARKUS SEBASTIAN GRAYSON, Do you have any idea how worried I've been all night, when I went in to check on you like I've done every night since you were born and found your bed empty!" Debbie's shouting turns to soft sobs by the end which makes me feel like a complete and total ass.
"I'm sorry Mom, I want to hug you and tell you everythings gonna be alright…but I'm scared to I'm scared I'll hug you too tightly and crush your spine…make you pop like a water balloon, I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you…kill you by accident." My chin nearly touches my chest as I put my head down, tears running down my face.
"Oh Mark, honey you could never hurt me." Debbie coos and pulls me into what would be a bone creaking hug if she had powers…no scratch that it'd be a bone shattering hug if she had powers.
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Debbie
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Debbie's mind wanders to the conversation she had with her husband, when she told him about Mark getting his powers over dinner.
The look on his face, the look of loss and pain, it hurt her and she knew it would have hurt…destroyed Mark to see that look on Nolan's face the following conversation doesn't even seem real to her.
"Mark, is now going through Viltrimite puberty, not only is he going to be adapting to his abilities but being a teenager already in the emotional throws of puberty his sex drive is going to be almost all consuming…on Viltrum an older experienced member of the opposite sex would guide a Viltrumite through this process…teaching them about sex…and pleasure, and frankly there's no one on earth that could fulfill that roll for Mark, right now."
"Nolan, what are you saying…exactly!" The words tumbled out of Debbie's mouth but she had a twisted feeling in her stomach.
"Mark is going to need to vent or else one day he'll snap…and it will not be pretty…if I had raised Mark like a Viltrumite instead of being more hands off and letting you raise him as a human he would have had tools to alleviate some of the stress, the only reasonable solution I can think of is to hire prostitutes to help teach him control and to vent on…" Nolan offers but Debbie feels furious.
"Let me raise him, he is my son Nolan, my baby boy, you don't let me do anything when it concerns my son!" Debbie snarls at Nolan who has the audacity to look at her like he's humoring her by nodding along with what she says.
"I will not let some two but whore sully my son, Nolan!" Debbie snaps her anger growing stronger toward the man by the second.
"Then…you'll need to take responsibility and teach him yourself…imagine what he could do to a girl at school with my strength if he were to snap or get overly excited." Nolan says to Debbie which immediately cools and tempers her anger, a pit forming in her stomach.
"H-how do you expect me to teach him Nolan? I'm his mother!" Debbie's voice grows soft angry tears starting at the corners of her eyes.
"The same way you taught me what amount of strength to use…when being intimate with you…" Nolan mutters while looking away from Debbie who is currently glaring at her dinner plate, wine glass clutched in her left hand…
'Mark, made us this dinner…it's amazing, when did Mark learn to cook…my baby boy is growing up and I'm missing everything…I-I won't miss this my baby boy needs me to be strong!' Debbie's thoughts towards Mark are all over the place, a part of her wants to keep seeing him as her sweet little boy, another part a traitorous part sees him as a handsome, young, dependable man after the events of this afternoon.
The feeling of his strong arms encircling her as she leaned against him, the jealousy over that whore woman at the showing being all over her baby, the audacity to invite her to a threesome with her "son" though it was a little flattering that, that filthy whore thought she was attractive enough to pull a young handsome stud like Mark.
'God what is wrong with me, I can't even recognize myself right now!'
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MC
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"Come on honey, you need to sleep." Debbie says to me as she tries putting away her own self-doubt, I let myself be pulled along by Debbie who is only dressed in her evening gown.
Once in my room I thought she'd leave, but instead she pulls me down onto my bed and my makes me rest my head just below her breasts, as she runs her fingers through my damp hair, my cock throbs underneath my towel and I resist the urge to do anything…disturbing.
"Mark…?" Debbie's voice trembles as she calls out my name.
"Hmm?" I hum back questioningly.
"Your father and I talked…" Debbie says and I feel my muscles tense a disconcerting feeling of possessiveness towards Debbie bubbles up inside of me.
"Yeah…" I offer while trailing off slinging an arm over Debbie's abdomen, as a shoe of possessiveness.
"...I want to help you Mark…fear is a natural part of life, fear is a good thing it keeps us alive…I don't want you to he paralyzed by it."
"Okay…" I offer trailing off at the end.
"I'm going to help you learn how to control your strength…you're going to practice by using me…" Debbie murmurs trailing off at the end, her heartbeat has steadily increased to the point it's pounding in her chest and there's a sweet smell coming from her body, that makes my body feel warm…like really warm.
"Mom…what are you saying?" I ask her though my heart is in my throat, excitement, disgust as so many other feelings and emotions at her implications.
"D-don-call me Debbie while practicing Mark…" Debbie says but it's almost like she's choking out the words.
I find myself in my back with Debbie startling my thighs, a tent pitched in my towel, Debbie's amazing soft ass pressing against the towel as she open her bathrobe, revealing her beautiful body to my eyes her pert breasts sagging just a little bit but still she somehow manages to look like a movie star, "I'm going to place your hands on my body Mark, I'm going to tell you when your touch becomes uncomfortable, and when it becomes painful."
I nod, my voice cracks thick with emotion, "Let your hair down, please Mo-Debbie." I mumble, Debbie's face scrunches up into a frown, before it softens into an uncertain smile, I can feel a new damp spot forming in my towel right at her crotch, the sweet smell growing stronger as Debbie reaches up and pulls the scrunchie out of her hair and sexily spreads her hair out.
With her hair done Debbie reaches down and covers my hands, with hers and then brings them up to her breasts, and cups them around her breasts.
'They're so soft.' I express as I start to squeeze them, but immediately stop at the sound Debbie makes.
"W-was that too rough?" I choke on the words as I speak them but Debbie presses her lips into a thin line, before replying.
"N-no Mark…you weren't too rough…I was just taken by surprise at how nice it felt to have you…just never mind, I'll tell you if it starts to hurt." Debbie murmurs, then her voice grows strong and firm, her hands that are still cupped over my insistently push my hands tighter to her tits.
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Nolan
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Nolan swallows hard, as he shoves his hand down his pajama bottoms, watching his wife straddling their son's lap is an incredible turn on to him.
'That's it Debbie, I can tell you're enjoying this…so am I.' Nolan thinks as he pictures the two going much much further…but not tonight he knows Debbie is still hung up on human notions…but there's nothing to be hung up on anymore Mark's Viltrumite DNA has strangled and killed off the human DNA from her there's hardly any of the human gnome left in his DNA.
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MC
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Morning sun light shines in through my open bedroom window…I hadn't been able to fall asleep last night after Debbie's…lesson…on grip strength, sitting up looking down at the pair of boxer briefs I wore after Mom…Debbie ran off with my cum drench towel after she made me explode by grinding her ass against my cock.
'God this is so wrong.' I groan internally.
"Put some pants on, and let's get in the sky, my boy." Nolan says a bit more loudly than necessary making me flinch as he silently enters my bedroom, and an explosive yawn escapes me.
"I'll...go put some coffee on…you take your time and get dressed." He continues at a much more appropriate volume and slowly glides out of my room.
Rolling to my feet I go to take a step to walk to my dresser and end up right in front of it.
'That shoulda been way cooler to me than it actually is…' Gingerly grabbing out clothes I get dressed and then head downstairs, Dad is leaning against the kitchen counter in his Omniman suit.
I look around and notice Mom isn't around… 'God, I hope I didn't ruin our relationship…' I can't help but feel like I had fundamentally broken something last night when Debbie ran out of the bedroom after wiping me clean, with the filthy towel held tightly to her bare chest.
"Your mother is asleep…son-I…" Nolan begins to say more as he offers me a full pipping hot cup of joe.
"Whatever." I grunt and take the mug from him, cutting him off, I down the cup of coffee, and look to him…
"Ready to go old man?" I ask him while trying to put enthusiasm into my voice, Nolan's face gains a happy smile while he nods his head yes.
I follow Nolan out of the rear sliding glass door into the backyard, "We'll be flying to a nice empty patch of land I fly over often." Nolan says to me as he lifts up into the air, he watches me expectantly.
"I-okay." I nod to him and think about how badly I want to fly and concentrate on flying…it's kinda like moving an arm that you have to really think about moving when you're trying to do it consciously.
I join Nolan into the sky, and Nolan lets out a deep proud laugh, "Try to keep up Mark." Nolan jokes lightly and rockets off into the sky and I shakily do my best to follow after him.
"That's good Mark…flying is kinda like how walking is for humans…It's kinda like how you learned to walk as a baby, but now you don't have to think about balancing anymore when you walk, but you did when you were a baby…think of it this way you're a baby flier right now." Nolan tries to explain helpfully and I can tell he's ecstatic at having a chance to teach me about being a Viltrimite even if this is the extremely PG version.
'He's kinda shit at teaching, but I can tell he genuinely wants to help me…learn.'
"You have to focus on staying upright, focus on going the direction you want to go…Understand?"
"Yeah…I think I got it…" My voice carries my frustration though as I barely manage to level out beside Nolan as he flies.
Nolan lets out a soft well meaning chuckle, "It doesn't look like you do…" I glare at him as Nolan chuckles in response.
"Follow me." Nolan almost snickers as he puts on some speed and I do my best to keep up with him.
Grunting at the effort it takes to keep up with Nolan, I notice a small smile on his face, "You can wear yourself out flying…more so trying to move fast while doing so…it is like tensing a muscle.
"Okay, and?" I let my annoyance come out loud and clear, which only earns a soft chuckle from Nolan.
"You're much better off if you relax that muscle from time to time, use the momentum you're building to carry you forward." Nolan, unbothered by my annoyance and frustration, continues.
"If I relax I'll fall." I grunt out in frustration.
"Okay, I get it you don't want to fall,
so you're gonna have trouble
relaxing…hmm, you know what relaxing while flying at first is kind of like peeing your pants on purpose."
'Oh my God…no this guy is so sincere.' I mentally groan.
"Would it be better if I thought of it like when Mom was teaching me how to swim and I was terrified to lay on my back in the water and relax…because I thought I was going to drown when the water went near my nose and mouth?"
"Umm…yes actually, that might be easier for you to relate to flying." Nolan agrees with a slight blush bleeding into his face from being shown up by Debbie even when it comes to flying.
I reach for that feeling of utter relaxation I have only ever felt while in a pool of water when I would just lean/lay back in the water my face barley out enough that I don't fill my lungs full of water.
I must be doing it because Nolan lets out a laugh full of fondness and parental pride. "You are far better at flying than you should be…late-night practice?" Nolan asks in a knowing but teasing way.
While I make sure to look away from him and let out an innocent whistling sound, 'Yup…with your wife!'
"Is that why you're so tired?" Nolan continues to try and rib me.
'Nah, your wife tired me out grinding against my cock.' I mentally retaliate.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm grounded so there's no way I wouldn't have snuck out last night…nope I'm a good son." I play innocent which draws a deep belly laugh out of Nolan.
"Uhuh, so the Mark shaped pothole in front of the house is just a coincidence…" Nolan busts my chops playfully.
'Deny, everything!'
"I still have no idea what you're talking about…" I hum as I continue to keep my head turned away from Nolan.
"Hmm, you see that clear spot? Let's land over there." Nolan says to me and I nod in agreement, I do my best to try and slow down while angling myself feet first.
"Mark, slow down…land, I said, land…Why aren't you slowing down?!" Nolan is starting to panic which makes me start to panic. A small scream tears out of me in the form of, "I can't!"
"Mark Stop…Just stop!" Nolan barks not used to being put in this position as teaching me to do things is Debbie's thing.
"HOW?!" I shout at him and impact the ground feet first a mushroom cloud of dirt billows into the air as I crater the ground.
"Okay…I guess that still counts as a landing…Get up, Mark."
"Fuck you!" I snap at Nolan as I try to dig myself out of the crater that keeps filling with dirt, and he flinches before his face warps into a fiercely unhappy frown.
"You wouldn't say "fuck you" to your mother if she was teaching you."
"Mom, knows what she's fucking doing she wouldn't say some stupid shit about pissing your pants or yell at me to stop without explaining how to!" I snap at Nolan whose face grows harder and harder with anger before it softens.
"You're right Mark…I'm not good at this…but I'm trying." Nolan admits and my anger melts away to embarrassment.
"Sorry Dad…I didn't mean that." I apologize as I take Nolan's offered hand and he pulls me out of the ground.
"You did and it's alright Mark…we'll work on your landings together, now Come on, we're gonna try something else."
"It's alright I'm actually getting
used to crash landing a little."
"That's not a good…thing Mark." Nolan says as we move away from the crater I made, Nolan crosses his arms over his chest, and develops a slightly more stern expression on his face.
"Defend yourself Mark." Nolan commands, and unlike og Mark, I don't ask him dumbly "what" and adopt a boxing stance and try to put my guard up.
Nolan's smile turns predatory, his fatherly…aura becomes something foreign unrestrained…almost feral, it makes my hair stand on end.
Suddenly there's a sonic boom and I realize Nolan is striking me faster than I can even register.
His fist impacts my stomach so hard it kisses my spine and snaps it like a twig…the cup of coffee I gulped down earlier makes a reappearance, the hit coming so fast that my body doesn't immediately register the pain even as I'm flying across the grasslands my body digging a deep furrow through the soft dirt.
Coming to a stop my arms coming up to wrap around myself, I gasp for air, with my back resting against a half shattered boulder.
"Uuhhh-uhhh-hnng." I make pained noises, as Nolan hovers a few inches above me, silently observing me, waiting to see what course of action I would take.
'I'm certainly not going to pull a bitch Mark, and cry asking why he hit me…as it would just make him adopt an apologetic…pity filled attitude around me…until I defied him somehow that is…if I get up and run away from him in fear will it fill him with disappointment and disgust? No, fuck that I'm not some weak little kid any more Ben can do whatever he wants to!' I growl in my head and I stand up re-adopting a Boxer's stance hands up in a guard, even as I struggle to breath…taking light pained breaths as I do so my eyes watering, I focus on Nolan picturing Ben…my uncle feeling, focused anger and resentment burning inside of me.
"Very good Mark, very-" I cut Nolan off by throwing myself at him, He sidestepped my punches, easily.
"It's great that you want to take initiative, and anger is as good a motivator as any, but it has to be focused for it to work" Nolan says before he blurs out of sight, and reappears behind me, which I can only tell because I can feel the air shift and hit my back.
"You have to understand your opponent." He continues to say in a calm voice as I try to turn to face him only for one of his fists to impact the middle of my back, and force me face first onto the dirt.
'At least my mouth was closed.' I can't help but think that near searing pain assaults my entire body.
'Oh shit.' I curse in my head as I feel Nolan's strong unbreakable grip enclose my ankle and lift me up out of the dirt, we hover a few feet over the ground with me hanging upside down, blood rushing to my brain.
"Don't forget that you can fly Mark, anything can be your leverage, don't limit yourself."
'Right.' I mentally nod at his reminder I'm trying to fight like a normal guy…but I'm not normal, I catch some falling dirt that has been shaken loose from my tattered clothes, I chuck the dirt towards Nolan's face causing him to let go of my ankle and grab for his eyes and utilize my ability to fly to put some distance between us.
"That was an excellent use of your environment, Mark. But do you really think cheap tricks are going to work against a superior opponent?" Nolan asks me still somewhat predatory in body language but more of Dad is leaking back in with every passing second.
"No, not really…but when facing a superior opponent you pull out all the stops, nothing is off the table…eye gouging, crotch shots, biting, hair, pulling, spitting…anything goes." I say back to him, and Nolan nods in agreement with me.
"I think you've had even for today but we can continue or you can give up now if you want to son, there's no shame in it" Nolan says seemingly knowing that it would push my buttons.
"Fuck, that! I'm not giving up until I can land a solid hit on you…I'm gonna be as good-no better than you someday, Dad." I put a bit of snark in my words, as I get back into my ready defensive stance.
"That's the spirit, Mark…I'll make a real Viltrumite out of you yet!" Nolan smirks before his face twists. "Don't tell your mom about this…" Nolan almost begs…but tries to pass it off as a warning.
"C'mon old man…pull your balls out of Mom's purse…" I joke and Nolan rolls his eyes at me.
'Viltrumites grow stronger the more stress they face alongside the older they get…it's almost synonymous with working out for muscle growth, just without a hard upper limit to your growth potential…at least I think that's how it works.'
"You asked for it." Nolan chuckles as he rushes me, anticipating his punch to the stomach I slide out of the way of it, zipping through the sky my ability to fly allowing me to move in ways as a human could never physically accomplish.
'Shit, I expected his momentum to carry him past me!' I curse in my head as I float in the air at an awkward angle in the air, with Nolan above me, his fist sailing through the air aimed straight at my face. His first lands on my nose, my world explodes into stars, as the cartilage crunches tears flow out of my eyes and I fell like a bullet shot from a gun…and it feels like all of my bones shatter against a warm beefy rock as my back impacts it then I'm sailing through the sky again, through the tears I see Omniman's costume blur into existence in front of me than wham a punch to my sternum send me rocketing away from him.
Back and forth back and forth Nolan treats me like a volleyball until he kicks me in my midriff and I impact the ground.
I can feel my body putting itself back together thanks to my new found accelerated healing factor kick in…the broken bones and shredded cartilage reaching out to and reconnecting…knitting together and to each other in an irritating, itchy way…that makes you want to scratch yourself raw.
It feels like forever passes before I'm near a hundred percent again, but I feel a growl reverberating in my chest as a doubled image of Nolan hovers above me, arms crossed over his chest, cutting an image of extreme superiority.
"Do you want to give up yet?" Nolan asks, I can hear the fatherly concern in his voice…but there's also arrogance in his voice too.
I wipe away bloody snot and tears, from my face while trying to blink away the doubled vision once it's gone I lift up out of the pit made from my impact.
"I can do this all day, old man…unless you're getting tired…I hear geriatrics like you need multiple naps throughout the day." I shot Nolan a snarkful reply.
Nolan's lips twitch into a smile, before he says, "So can I, son…so can I." Nolan lets out a boisterous unrestrained laugh of joy. He then proceeds to open a can of whoop ass on me harder than the last one, he doesn't let me hit the ground at all now…I barely manage to see the great wall of china and realize that he's literally kicking my ass half way across the world through blinding explosions of pain.
'The scary thing is that I know he's holding back…a lot if he wasn't I'd be nothing but a bloody smear on his supersuit by now…I can't wait for the day I make him go all out, yet I can still kick his ass like he's kicking mine right now.' are the thoughts that pass through my head as I black out somewhere over Asia.