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It feels like the world is shaking. As the shaking wakes me up more and more, I realize it’s not the world that’s shaking, but me. Through what little consciousness I have, I can feel a pressure on my shoulder. A hand. The hand shakes me more and I groan as I finally manage to open my eyes. Dad looms over me, his hand on my shoulder.

“Whuh?” I groan groggily.

“Kieron! What happened last night?”

“Last night?” I slowly push myself up, not really processing anything right now.

“Yes! What happened!”

Dad raises his voice—something he never does. It’s jarring and alien, startling me to full lucidity.

“Um…” I think for a moment, not recalling for a moment before realization hits me like a punch to the gut, or more accurately I feel the tightness in my gut, “SHIT!”

I look down at my body. My inflated womb is causing my belly to bulge out. Cum drips from my now unobstructed vagina and down my ass, puddling under it. I look up at Dad in horror. I can’t believe that actually happened. He’s fully dressed now. I can tell he even seems to have taken a shower from the fluffiness of his fur and the smell of his body wash.

“We um…” I swallow my spit before I can muster the strength to speak the words, “[i]did it[/i].”

Dad looks just as mortified as I feel. Silence passes over us, neither of us knowing what to say.

The uncomfortable tightness in my belly along with the warm cum drenching my ass and sheets brings me back to reality, “I’m going to go clean up.”

I don’t look at him as I say it or as I escape to the bathroom, a hand cupping over my crotch so I don’t leave a trail.

I have to sit over the toilet for a long while before it feels most of the cum is gone. It’s obviously not all of it but hopefully the long shower I plan on having will give my body enough time to expel the rest of it. How the fuck does [i]anybody[/i] cum that much? Has he always been able to do that? I shake away these gross thoughts. I’d rather not think about my Dad this way, at least when I can avoid it.

Returning to my room, I see the sheets and blankets of my bed have been removed. Dad must be cleaning the messy sheets. I notice a stain on the mattress. I feel sick.

I dress and enter the kitchen, my normal daily routine now feeling bringing me anxiety, knowing who will also be there. Dad leaning against the counter as I awkwardly take a seat at the table. He looks nervous and has trouble meeting my eyes, which is a struggle I mirror. The silence drags on painfully before Dad finally speaks.

“Why did we do it?”

“Shouldn’t you know? You’re the one that came into my room.”

Dad is silent before speaking again, “All I remember is going to bed, then waking up in your bed.”

My heart sinks into my stomach. He doesn’t remember doing any of it? How? Why?

Neither of us can make eye contact. I speak up after a few more moments of silence.

“What do we do now?”

Dad finally looks at me, “We’re going to get your power tested.”

“Huh? Power?”

“I think you got your power, hun.”

“What?”

Dad takes a deep breath, “Yesterday, anytime I was around you, I felt… err… aroused.”

He spits out that last word as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. I wince at his phrasing. It sounds so wrong to hear that from your Dad.

He continues, “It only got worse as I was around you. The movie last night really um… amped it up… I guess.”

I’m horrified at the idea that this is my power. Can I no longer be around anyone without making them horny?

—

I call into work saying I need to visit the doctor for an urgent matter and I’ll be a bit late. Luckily, that’s all the explanation I need to give.

The car ride to the power-testing wing of the hospital is long and awkward. Neither of us make eye contact or talk to each other. The radio is the only thing to prevent the silence between us becoming any more loud.

We check in for power testing in the quarantine area. The secretary is confused when it’s me—a 28 year old—that’s getting a power test. It’s normally kids around 5 years old or younger doing this. Regardless, I’m ushered away from Dad into a little room decorated with cutesy paintings of fictional animals on the walls. There’s a bed, desk, toilet, sink, and shower lining the walls and corners. All of which are designed with bright colors and round shapes. Toys are neatly arranged in one of the corners, but my eyes are drawn to the center of the room, where an examination table rests. It’s designed to be colorful and round like the rest of the furniture and appliances in this room, but it seems more uncanny than friendly and inviting like I’m sure the designers meant for it.

I sit in one of the seats, one that seems to be meant for the doctors instead of the children.

After a bit of a wait, what I assume to be a doctor walks in. He’s a rotund male hippo wearing the stereotypical doctor uniform and holding a clipboard. Strange. Considering this is the quarantine area I’d figure he’d be in a hazmat suit or something.

He has me move onto the examination table before continuing.

The doctor stands in front of me, “Hello, Mr. Holst. My name is Doctor Scheer. I will be conducting this exam to determine your power you have developed and any way to allow you to reintegrate with society safely. So, to begin, explain to me the inciting incident that has led you to believe you have developed a power.”

[i]Fuck[/i]. Right out of the gate he asks the question I wanted to deal with the least. I’m quick to come up with a half-lie to protect Dad.

“Um… I was around this [i]guy[/i] for a while during the day yesterday and as I was getting ready for bed…” I pause to collect my thoughts and steel my nerves, “he came into my room, kinda acting like a zombie or something, and we kinda… uhh… banged.”

The doctor looks concerned, “What leads you to believe this is related to you having a power. Were you consenting in this situation?”

“Err.. I mean, kinda, I MEAN!” My face and ears are burning. I hope Dad isn’t listening in, “I mean not really. It’s just he said he went to bed already that night and when he woke up he was in my bed. He didn’t remember anything.”

The doctor looks unconvinced and disturbed, “Well, if we assume you actually [i]did[/i] develop a power, I would say this hypothetical power you are exhibiting could be sourced from many different things. My immediate thoughts are touch, aura, pheromone, sound, or a couple others but I don’t want to overwhelm you. To start, do I have permission to peer inside your body? I would like to see if you have any abnormalities. I have a medical gown that you would need to change into. Normal clothing can get in the way of my vision.”

“Your vision?”

“Yes. My power allows me to see through objects and people much the same way as an MRI. You will not need to lay down in a large, loud machine this way.”

“Fine.”

He hands me the gown and turns away from me as I undress. I also face away from him as I do it. Even though he can’t see me it would feel weird undressing while looking at him.

Once I have the gown on I tell him it’s fine for him to turn around. He tells me to stand with my arms out to my sides then inspects me closely. I guess that means he’s using his power. I can’t even tell that he’s doing it. In public if I saw him doing it I likely wouldn’t think anything of it, just that he was weirdly focused looking. Kinda creepy but he might get that a lot.

He marks something off on his clipboard and tells me there are no physical abnormalities.

“Now, let’s move on to a test of aura, pheromone, and sound as those are easy to do.”

He presses a finger to his ear and seems to speak to somebody, “Test: Aura.”

We wait a moment.

He marks something off on his clipboard, “Aura is a negative. That is a good thing, Mr. Holst. Aura powers are very debilitating in normal life,” he presses a finger to his ear again, “Test: Pheromone.”

We wait for another moment.

The hippo’s eyes widen in surprise, “Huh. There seems to be a pheromone in the air of this room, Mr. Holst. You may have indeed developed your power! At a very late age, mind you. I’ve never seen such a late age for a power to develop!.”

[i]Great[/i]. I wanted a power all my life but when I give up on it I finally get one and it’s fucking sex powers.

“You have no need to worry about your powers affecting me, Mr. Holst,” he taps the side of his face and a translucent blue wave of energy ripples across his body, “I have protection from these sorts of things.”

Ah, he [i]is[/i] in hazmat. Just the child-friendly kind.

“Now, Mr. Holst. I will try to deduce the origin of this pheromone. Once I do that, we can find a way to prevent involuntary usage.”

He walks over to a wall and a small section opens up, a little handheld device comes out on a tray. The doctor grabs it and the tray returns into the wall. The device doesn’t seem to be designed for hands as big as his, but he seems to get it to work just fine.

“Alright, Mr. Holst. I will first get a reading of the current pheromone average in the room and then put this device close to several parts of your body. Any parts that increase suddenly in pheromone amount will give us our answer. It’s entirely possible for multiple parts of your body, or even all of your skin to exude this pheromone. So forgive me for being thorough. Will you please undress completely? This is not a request this time, unfortunately. In order for you to reintegrate with society we need a proper understanding of your power.”

I sigh deeply. I feel my face burn in preemptive embarrassment. The way he talked to whoever it is through his earphone gives me the impression that there are more people looking in on us. I couldn’t see any cameras looking around but there could be a one-way mirror or something like that.

At least they’ll be looking at me from a distance.

We both turn away from each other again while I undress. I know he’s going to see everything anyways, I mean he technically already has, but it just feels uncomfortable to undress while facing him. Turning around, I cover my crotch with my hands.

“You may keep your hands there during the exam if that would make you more comfortable, though I will have to check there eventually.”

I nod.

He runs the device along my body like a TSA worker with a metal detector but much slower and more thorough. He doesn’t detect anything along my upper body but does note that the pheromone levels filling the room is steadily rising. It’s not rising at an extreme rate, but it is fairly quick, especially to keep filling a room even as small as this.

The device doesn’t find anything along my legs or butt, but he says the amount rose near my butt, but not to a degree that implies it is a source.

Finally, the part I dreaded the most. We both know the answer now that there is one last place to check. He asks me to remove my hands from my genitals and I hesitantly comply.

He first checks my hands since they’ve been covering me. He notes that there is a higher amount of pheromones on my palms and my heart skips a beat. I feel awkward as he sticks the device closer to my privates. He nods as he looks at the device. His face then contorts into surprise as he stares at the device. He keeps moving it closer to me slowly and my heart beats faster with nervousness until the device presses against me. I hold my breath as he does so, both from the discomfort of a stranger basically touching me there and from the coldness of the metal.

He holds it there and stares for a long while at the screen before finally pulling away and standing straight. He presses his fists into his back, it couldn’t have been comfortable for him to lean over like that for that long.

“Well, I have to say I have never seen a pheromone as potent as that one. Not even in our records. You have a record-breaking power here!” he chuckles to himself while I sulk, “it’s quite the marvel of a power.”

His expression changes as he looks at me, “Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Holst. This power could be very intrusive in normal life, however because it is a pheromone I think it will be easy to prevent involuntary usage. We have materials that prevent the passage of pheromones already that will work perfectly here, so long as your pheromones are normal.”

He pulls out a tape measure roll from his pocket.

“Now, this will make you uncomfortable, but I will have to take some measurements to make you a proper cover.”

Great. I reluctantly follow the doctor’s orders and sit on the exam table. He has me spread my legs again as the doctor measures several parts of my genitals, legs, and hips while writing on his clipboard. Once he is done he announces he will be giving this information to people that will design a cover for my genitals that will prevent my hormones from leaking out. He then walks over to a section of the wall that is clear of any furniture. To my surprise a small section of the wall slides up to reveal a very short hallway. The hallway shows no evidence of windows or doors, at least not from my point of view. He steps in and the walls slides shut behind him. I hear some [i]psshhh[/i] sounds from behind the wall and a faint sound that resembles the wall sliding up, then down again. I assume that was a sort of “disinfecting room” and there was another one of those wall-doors at the end of it.

After getting dressed again I lay down on the exam table as I wait. The doctor said this would take a while so this is about all I can do since I don’t have my phone. I hope they don’t mind me getting dressed again but I really don’t feel comfortable being naked here.

I don’t really know how long it’s been when Dr. Scheer comes back. It feels like less than 30 minutes though. After the wall closes behind him and I hear another [i]psshhh[/i] sound, I notice a white object in his hand.

“Apologies for the wait, Mr. Holst,” he walks up to me and presents the white thing he is holding. It kind of looks like a pad for periods, “This should prevent your pheromones from affecting others involuntarily.”

He hands it to me. I take it and look it over. It is not too fancy looking. Looks like they just cut out some fabric and attached a gel-like thing along the edge of one side of it.

“To apply it, all that is needed is to press the side with the adhesive gel against your crotch with the thinner part pointing downwards. Make sure no part of your genitals are outside of the adhesive gel or pheromones will leak out. Then, press the button,” he points to a circle glowing blue. It's light glows from under the fabric on the opposite side of the gel, “the gel will take effect and stick to you. Press it again to make it unstick. Do not worry about accidentally pressing the button, once you press it now, it will only accept your fingerprint.”

“Um… I have to do that now?”

“I apologize, Mr. Holst, but I must ensure this pad will work correctly and I also must do more tests to ensure there are no incidents involving your power once you are released from here.”

I sigh as I stand up and pull down my pants and underwear. When I look up at Dr. Scheer, he has his eyes closed. I appreciate how thoughtful he’s being with my comfort. I apply the pad as he directed and tell him he can open his eyes. The gel doesn’t feel much like anything after I press the button. I move my legs around and I’m surprised I can barely feel it. I even test with my pants on at the instruction of Dr. Scheer and it’s pretty comfortable.

—

I sigh, both glad to be out of there and worried about missing a majority of my second day at work. It’s almost 2PM. When I meet up with Dad again, he asks how it went but not much more than that. He’s still a bit awkward with me and I’m no different. The drive back home is just as awkward as the drive to the hospital and I’m more than relieved when I switch to my car and drive to work.

When I enter the main building, a staff member lets me know Steadfast wants to see me. Steadfast—one of the oldest heroes around and also the CEO of Aegis. I prepare myself to be fired as I mope the entire way to the top floor of the main building. After I knock on his office door, a muffled voice tells me to come in.

On the other side of his office is a desk with a little bush dog in a formal suit behind it. Steadfast. I sit in a chair opposite of the desk to him. He’s an older man, I think he turns 80 or something this year. I can’t help but feel intimidated and a bit of reverence for the little guy—he’s been a hero since they were just vigilantes.

I remind myself not to be deceived by his height. It’s a bit easy to do so with him not being even 5 feet tall.

“Good evening, Mr. Holst.”

“Uh- good evening,” I struggle to stop myself from panting with how nervous I am.

“I’m aware you have been unable to come into work today until now due to discovering your power.”

That was fast, “Um… Yes, sir. That’s what happened. I apologize, it was out of my control.”

He stares me down and I shrink under his gaze. I’ve never seen a face more intimidating than his.

I jump in my seat when he starts laughing. Loudly. It’s a full on belly laugh.

He finally manages to calm himself down enough to speak, “Relax, Kieron. There is no need to be scared. You’re not in trouble.”

How could I have been calm? He was purposefully trying to intimidate me.

“Why am I here then?”

“I just want to discuss your power. I have a report from the hospital. Lust-inducing pheromones, is it?”

My face and ears burn like the sun, “Yes… sir.”

“No need for ‘sir’ here, Kieron. Call me Steadfast. I’d have you call me by my first name but you have not been here long enough for that.”

“Alright, Steadfast”

“-and no need for embarrassment. Our world may be very prudish, but that does not need to decide your feelings about it, about yourself. Your power is an extension of yourself, it is you! Be proud and claim it! No power is a hindrance.”

“With all due respect, Steadfast. My power… there’s nothing good about it. I have to wear a pad just so I don’t make people around me want to have sex with me, or eachother, or [i]however[/i] it works! How can I be proud of that? It’s not useful, it can’t save people, it just takes away people’s free-will and makes them…”

I cut myself off with a sigh, shaking my head.

Steadfast takes on a serious expression.

“I don’t expect you to understand this now, or even anytime soon, but the worth of a power is just a point of perspective. To you, your power may be a burden, but given the right perspective you will see what your power can do for you, how you live with it day-to-day, how it can be more than the surface-level usage you see from it. Learn from it. It will do you wonders.”

What is he getting at? Is he telling me to go around banging people?

“You’re right. I don’t think I understand.”

“You will, one day. Once you’ve come to understand your power better,” he adjusts himself in his seat. I swear he even adjusts his crotch but I can’t see down there, “Anyways, another important point for this impromptu meeting: this pad of yours, how exactly does it work?”

“That wasn’t in your hospital report?”

“Nope!” he chuckles. It seems he’s back to his jovial personality from earlier.

“Um… Well…” I finally catch up to reality. Am I really talking to Steadfast of all people about this? “I just… [i]put it down below[/i] and I press a button and it sticks and doesn’t allow pheromones through and then I can press the button again and it unsticks.”

I say it as fast as I can, my face burning yet again today.

“Very well… One last question before you go. Do you have any idea why… how your power was discovered so late in your life?”

“I wish I knew.”

“Mmm… I figured as much! No harm in asking, though. Leonard should be in his office, why don’t you try to make up for lost time. Don’t overwork yourself, however. Your health is a priority!”

“...Yeah. Bye, Steadfast.”

“Until another time.”

He smiles kindly at me before I head out.

I don’t understand what he was trying to say. Being proud and claiming my power? Is he just telling me to be the office slut or something? I grip the bridge of my nose and sigh. What has happened to my life?

—

Leonard is in his office, just as Steadfast said.

“Ah, Kieron. You made it today.”

“Yeah. Sorry. I had some things to take care of.”

“I know. Steadfast let me know.”

I feel a pit in my stomach, “Does everybody know?”

“No. Just me and Steadfast.”

I breathe a sigh of relief, “Good. I don’t want anybody else knowing.”

“I understand.”

“Am I still meeting some of the heroes today?”

“Ah, yes, of course! However with the time we have left today we will only be meeting two. Remember, I want you to really get to know each of your heroes. What they can do and their strengths and weaknesses. This will allow you to better allocate them to the proper missions.”

“Alright. Who’re we meeting first?”

“Mach Nine”

I feel some butterflies in my stomach. I’ve never paid much attention to heroes, but I’ve always had a bit of a crush on him. I think back to a teenage me, looking up anything I could find about him online like a stalker and found a forum of people calculating his dick size. That forum apparently did that with every male hero, but I was only there for Mach Nine. I laughed it off, though. There’s no way anyone has a dick that big, even for someone as big as Mach Nine. Nice to think about, though.

We head outside and into the west building, where heroes train. I wonder if Leonard already knows if Mach Nine is here or if he’s just guessing. If he’s just guessing then it was a good one because he walks into the exact room Mach Nine is training in. He is sparring with another hero. I follow Leonard around the outside of the arena. The forcefield around the arena is doing a good job keeping Leonard and I safe as it pulses with each bit of debris that knocks against it. The arena seems to be decorated like a park. It’s mostly grass with some trees and sidewalks with a public bathroom. Well, what used to be a public bathroom.

I watch Mach Nine. Nine feet and ten inches of giant polar bear might. He’s rippling with giant muscles along with just as much fat. He’s wider than I am tall.

He’s sparring with another hero I don’t recognize. They’re floating around the arena on the defensive, dodging Mach Nine’s projectiles as much as they can. I can’t help but get excited for Mach Nine’s seemingly close victory. He punches into the air and his giant metal glove flies off his hand before accelerating at an almost invisible speed at the flying hero. He’s quick to follow up with his other glove. The flying hero dodges the first one easily, but is distracted by the first glove along with several bricks and rubble that are sent hurtling towards them by an invisible thrower. They try to dodge, but it clips them, sending them spinning to the ground and taking a couple bricks along the way. I can’t help but cringe in sympathetic pain.

Once the hero lands on the ground, a long beep sound reverberates around the room and the forcefields lower. The park environment morphs into a completely flat gray floor. I clap involuntarily, but when everyone looks at me I stop in embarrassment. Mach Nine helps the other hero up. They have a short conversation, one that causes both of them to laugh.

Leonard calls over Mach Nine. Both of the heroes seem to smirk at me, or us, but I’m pretty sure it’s me. The once-flying hero walks over to the side in the direction of some benches along the wall. A pair of bags not unlike what one would see at a gym sit on top of it.

Mach Nine saunters over to us, confidence enveloping his gait.

“This your replacement, old man?” His voice is deep and rumbly as he towers over me. Arousal builds in me but I control myself.

“Yes, this is Kieron, the manager that will be taking over for me. That means he’s [i]your[/i] manager.”

“Pff, you don’t hafta spell it out for me, cranky. I can put two and two together,” he turns to me and offers a large, gloveless hand, “Mach Nine. It’ll be a pleasure working with you, bud!”

He smiles wide and I can’t help but blush, “Uh- Kieron Holst and uh, yeah. A pleasure!” I match his smile as we shake hands.

Then I realize I just grabbed his hand! I basically cream my pants then and there. His hand is so big and enveloping, much bigger than my head. It’s so warm too!

When he lets go I have to force myself to put my hand at my side again and not just stare at it.

“Bit starstruck, eh?”

“W-what? Um, no. I-uh.”

He laughs heartily, I can basically feel the vibrations, “You’re cute! Gotta say I’m even more excited to work with you now. What’re you guys down here for, anyway? One on one meet n’ greet?”

He winks at me. I melt.

“Essentially. I want you two to get acquainted—understand each other so the both of you can work together smoothly.”

“Ah, of course. Like when I first met you! Reminds me of old times, you were soooo cute back then!” he pinches Leonard’s cheek and earns a steely glare back from him.

“Need I remind you I’ve been here longer than you.”

“Hey, age don’t matter. You were still cute! Still are!”

Leonard rolls his eyes, “I’ll leave you two to it.”

“Hm? What? Leonard, you aren’t staying?” I can’t help but be a bit nervous being left alone with Mach Nine. It’s not like I [i]don’t[/i] want to be alone with him but being left alone with your hero-crush is a bit nerve-wracking.

“I will be in my office. I’ll come get you when it’s time to meet the next hero.”

And with that, he’s gone.

“So, get to know each other, huh?” Mach Nine’s suggestive tone makes me stiffen—in more way than one if I had a penis.

I turn back to him. He’s peering down at me with a smile on his face, his piercing blue eyes running up and down me, “Um, yeah. I already know a bit about you. You can accelerate anything you touched recently at any speed and any direction, right?”

“A fan eh?” He chuckles and I awkwardly laugh along with him, “Pretty much. Wouldn’t say any speed though. Can’t go faster than light, after all.”

“Uh, yeah. I guess so.”

I look at the suit he’s wearing. He has a bandana-like mask wrapped around the top half of his head, leaving only his eyes and ears to poke out. The pants are pretty baggy but his upper body has the typical skin tight suit. Exoskeleton-like armor that I can’t quite determine the material of run along his body and even dip down into his pants. My obsession-induced research when I was younger lets me know that he can accelerate the exoskeleton so he can run faster, swim faster, and even fly. He can’t accelerate himself without it.

“Hmm… if we’re talking business, then if you need me in the action fast, then I’m your man. I can fight in the air, land, and water pretty well, but I’m best on the ground, y’know.”

“Yeah. Got it.”

“Now c’mon, let’s sit down and talk. My feet are killing me!”

We head to the bench the other hero went to. They introduce themselves as Tempest and Mach Nine makes plans to meet up with them later. They wink at me with a smile as they leave saying they have something they need to get to.

Mach Nine sits on the bench with a groan, accompanied with a groan from the bench. I sit on the little section of bench not taken up by him.

“Been practicing for…” he pulls a phone out of a duffle bag and glances at the screen before putting it back, ”...Five hours now. Pretty pooped now.”

“Oh wow, that’s a long time!”

“Yeah. Lucky Tempest was willing to go that long. I had some new tricks I wanted to get the hang of and she wanted to get better at dealing with multiple opponents. Good for her, I’m the best person for that when we don’t got enough people to spar with.”

“Oh, yeah. I could tell. You had things flying around everywhere.”

He chuckles, “Really put her to the test there! We’d been amping it up throughout our spar. She did well ‘till then. She don’t need much more practice. Or she was just tired and [i]really[/i] don’t need more practice,” He laughs.

Mach Nine chugs from a gallon-sized water bottle and I struggle to come up with anything to say.

He gasps as he finishes, setting the empty bottle on the ground, “Been a while since I had to do this. Leonard’s been my manager since I first got here. Dude’s been here longer than any other manager, I’m pretty sure. You got the best of the best training you, y’know.”

“Oh, wow. I had no idea.”

“Yeah, managers don’t get enough credit in the public but I guess it’s a safety thing. You’re not trained to fight, after all, so we don’t want them to be well known or anything,” he bumps his giant fist against my arm,” you won’t get famous or anything but you’re one of the most important members of the team!”

I can’t help but blush, “Ah, thanks. I’d rather not be popular so I’m fine with that.”

He smiles, “I get that. Some days I’m really just not in the mood to deal with people, but I gotta do it. Part of the job.”

—

The hour and a half spent with Mach Nine goes much faster than I wanted it to. I am relieved that I genuinely enjoy his company. The one time that ‘never meet your heroes’ saying doesn’t apply, I guess. I’d like to consider him my friend, but I don’t know if our relationship is anything but professional at this point.

Leonard walks in as Mach Nine is demonstrating how his gloves work.

“Mach Nine, please. Even if it’s a demonstration, put the shields up.”

He laughs awkwardly, “Uh, yeah that’s a good idea, huh.”

I stand up from the bench, “Time to go?”

“Correct. I hope you two got along?”

Mach Nine grabs me and pulls me into his side, I sink into his warm body and my brain shuts down, “Yup! We’re best buds now, aren’t we Kieron!”

I take a deep breath, I catch a hint of his fur beneath the spandex along with a very woodsy scent. Might be his body wash or deodorant.

“Uh, bud?”

For the first time I’ve seen, Leonard looks amused, “Maybe too close of buds.”

I finally process what everyone’s saying, “Oh! Yeah! Let’s get going!”

Mach Nine laughs and Leonard actually smiles. It looks strange after him being so serious for so long, though I haven’t known him that long, anyways.

As I leave I catch Mach Nine winking at me and smiling devilishly. I blush and hurry up to follow Leonard.

—

The meeting with the other hero I’m managing comes and goes quite quickly. This time I don’t recognize them, but they’re pretty nice. I don’t connect with them as strongly as with Mach Nine, unfortunately. I probably just clicked with Mach Nine so fast because of my horniness. I kick myself a bit, that’s not a proper way to treat a colleague.

We arrive back at Leonard’s office right as my shift ends.

“Guess I should start packing up.”

“W-wait a second, Kieron.” Leonard’s voice has a breathy urgency to it again, just like yesterday. He has since he brought me to the second hero.

He stops and thinks for a moment. It’s strange. He normally gives off an air of confidence, but he seems very unsure of himself right now.

“Is something wrong? You seem a bit out of it, no offense. You were like this yesterday too.”

It feels a bit weird saying this to him, but something is obviously wrong and I want to help.

He adjusts himself in his chair, “Just… overwhelmed is all. I have a good few more paperwork I left at home. Would you mind coming with me to sort through it—to make up for lost time.”

He seems to have trouble meeting my eyes. I’m a bit indecisive. I think back to Steadfast telling me not to overwork myself, but I realize all I’ve done today is socialize with some heroes. Leonard seems to be a victim of overwork more than me, it seems.

“Alright… Lemme just text my dad I’ll be getting home later. I’m staying at his place until I move in here.”

After we pack our things, I follow him to the parking garage attached to the main building. He has a nice little car, it’s [i]very[/i] clean—almost like it was just bought. I sit with my satchel bag between my feet as Leonard sets his stuff on the back seats before pulling out.

—

His house is very pretty. Sizeable too. I’ll be making this kind of money soon, which gets me a little excited for my first paycheck.

I step out with my bag, but Leonard doesn’t move. He grips the steering wheel stiffly, staring straight forward with wide eyes.

“Um… Leonard, you getting out?”

He looks at me, “Kieron, can you please sit back down. I… I have some explaining to do.”

The guilt on his face has me worried. I do as he says.

He takes a moment to stare forward some more before looking back at me, “Kieron. I don’t have any paperwork here. As you’ve noticed, I’ve been behaving strangely. It started yesterday evening. I began feeling an overwhelming sense of… arousal.”

My stomach drops as I realize what he means.

“Your power, Kieron. I believe it has affected me. I did not realize until Steadfast told me you discovered your power. Despite my best efforts, the feeling is still there. I’ve… I’ve tried to take care of it many times. It hasn’t worked.”

He’s looking everywhere but my face. I can tell he’s embarrassed explaining this to me.

“I… I assumed it may have to be you to take care of it for me. At the office, I invited you over to do that. I had planned to… [i]force[/i] you to. I only just regained my proper thinking. I would never force myself on you, I promise! It’s as if my thoughts weren’t my own for a moment there,” He pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath, “But… if you are willing…would you please come inside with me and try to remove it. I can drive you back to the office or your home if you aren’t comfortable. I understand that.”

His thoughts weren’t his own… This is what happened with Dad. A surge of anger rushes through me, but not directed at Leonard—at my power. Why have I been cursed with this? My power has already caused suffering before I even knew about it. Twice! I’m supposed to be proud of this?! What the [i]hell[/i] was Steadfast saying?

I sigh and sink into my seat. I have to help him. I—no—my power caused this, I can’t leave him like this. I step out of his car and make my way to his front door with determination. Looking back I can see relief spread across Leonard’s face as he steps out and follows me inside.

The inside of Leonard’s house is very homely. It has an older aesthetic to it, the outside too. He decorates nicely, there’s no spot that feels like it needs more or less.

Leonard closes the door behind me and leads me to his living room. I sit on one of the two couches while he heads up a staircase. I busy myself while waiting by looking around, appreciating the decor.

Leonard comes back holding a plastic tarp, some rags, and a towel. He spreads the tarp along the other couch and floor in front of it and sets the rags and towel on the armrest before sitting down.

“I… uh… I can get messy. This will keep the carpet clean.”

I swallow nervously, “So, we’re doing it here? Are you sure me… getting you off… will be the solution?”

“I’m not sure, Kieron. I’d ask you but you don’t know either, I assume.”

I sigh, “You’re right. What do you want me to do.”

“Just a handjob is all I ask. If that doesn’t work you are free to leave if you are uncomfortable.”

I don’t plan on leaving. This is a problem my power caused so I have to deal with it in whichever way I can, “Alright.”

“Y-You should also know. My… balls… were already quite big before this. Your power made them grow.”

My eyes widen, “Grow? Are you sure?”

He sighs awkwardly before undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. My eyes basically bulge as I see the monster set of balls he fishes from his pants. There is no way those fit in there. I wouldn’t even be able to wrap both my hands around one of them. If I had to guess just one of them would be 10 inches wide give or take an inch.

“How the hell did those fit in there!?”

“I have underwear designed in the science building to aid me with my old size. Luckily they still help with the new size. I’d say they grew about 5 inches in diameter.”

Damn, he really did have big balls before. Now it’s insane how big they are.

He sits down on the couch and I kneel in front of him on the tarp. Looking back up, that awkward expression on his face is gone, replaced by one of lust. I gulp. I guess this is it. He’s pretty attractive anyways, so I don’t mind this [i]too[/i] much.

Looking at his crotch I realize I can’t see his dick. Even as he lifts his belly for me to see better I can’t seem to find his dick in his whitish-gray pubes. I then scoot closer and stick my hands in, pushing aside his pubes as I search for his dick. I find it easily but it’s much smaller than I anticipated. It just barely sticks out from his fupa. His foreskin is very wrinkly and sticks out a bit past the end of his dick. I finally grab it with my thumb and index finger. I can’t believe I’m doing this—jacking off my elderly colleague. He’s already hard and I can’t tell if it’s because of my power or he’s just into this. I push the foreskin back until his pink head sticks completely out, my fingers sinking deep into his fupa as I do so. I realize then that while he isn’t long, he’s very thick. I’d say he’s just as girthy as he is long. Just as girthy as Dad, I realize. I shiver at that realization.

I wrap more fingers around his dick and pump him to the best of my ability, but it’s difficult with how short it is. His foreskin slides back and forth over his head and precum soon dribbles out of the wrinkly opening. Whatever hesitance I had before is completely gone.

Leonard moans and groans loudly, much louder than what I would attribute to a simple handjob. He grabs onto my shoulder and squeezes tightly, making me stop momentarily but he demands me to keep going. The handjob quickly becomes difficult as he starts squirming and thrusting into my hand. He’s completely given up on holding his belly, leaving it to rest heavily on my arm. I fondle his balls with my other hand—something I would not have been willing to do moments ago. It’s difficult with the size of them and just one hand but I do my best—rubbing them back and forth and pulling on them. His moans pick up so I assume I’m doing a good job.

His sheer pleasure from this is getting me horny too and I just want to tear off my pad and finger myself, heck maybe have him fuck me. But I relent. Curing him of his arousal is the priority right now.

“I-I-I’m gonna-”

I get the hint immediately, pulling my hands back and shuffling on my knees to the side—though a hornier me wants to lift his belly and take it all.

Leonard goes rigid and he covers his face with one hand as he grips my shoulder enough to hurt. I wince and try to pull away, but his grip is too strong. He yells into his hand as his butt lifts completely off of the couch. With his belly in the way, I can’t see him cumming, but I can see how he thrusts slightly with each pulse of his cock. Seconds late, I can finally see cum dripping down his balls and falling onto the tarp. A puddle soon forms from the sheer amount. He really does need that tarp. He sits down after a couple shots but I can tell he’s [i]still[/i] cumming from the never ending waterfall of cum flowing off his balls. To my relief, Leonard finally takes his hand off me and rests it on the armrest. He uncovers his face with his other hand and rests his head on the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling as he rides out his long orgasm. I’m fighting tooth and nail to not tear my pad off and join him.

After several long minutes, he seems to finally finish.

“Leonard? Is the feeling gone?”

All he can do is gasp, trying to catch his breath after what looked like a transcendent orgasm. He likely needs a bit more time to come down from that. I give him that time by washing my hands in the kitchen. I didn’t get any cum on them but I [i]was[/i] touching his dick. When I head back, Leonard stares at me with tired eyes.

“Kieron. It’s still there.”

If I was in the same mindset as I was when we got here I would have felt a pit in my stomach hearing that. Instead, I feel excitement. I entertain the possibility that the arousal is gone and he just wants more, but as I form that thought, I’m hit with a strange feeling. Like in a dream where you just know strange details about your dreamworld—I just know that his arousal is still there. Not the normal sense of arousal anyone can get, it’s the same one that has been plaguing him and it’s stronger now. I assume this sense is an aspect of my power.

I undress completely except for my pad and lay my clothes on the back of the couch perpendicular to Leonard’s. He doesn’t put up a hint of resistance as I help him undress too. I ogle his body as we do, my eyes running along the white-ish gray hair that covers his belly and chest. His arms, back, legs, and butt are also peppered with the same hair but his belly and chest harbor a forest of it. I kneel in front of him again as he sits back down, not caring about the cum I’m getting on me.

“Let’s try something else, then.”

I lift his belly and am delighted to see the mess made in his crotch. Cum covers every inch of his pubes and part of his belly that trapped his cum in there. I lean my head forward, pressing my lips against his dick with a squelch. I can only smell cum now as I give his cock a quick lick. He shudders. I let his belly rest on my face as I press into him, his hairy fupa wraps around my muzzle as I get as much of his dick in my mouth as possible. Once I reach as far as I can go, I bob my head, sucking his dick like the end of a popsicle. I play with his foreskin, probing it with my tongue and licking circles around his head. His moaning and groaning starts up again along with his squirming. I briefly stop sucking to rub my muzzle around in his messy pubes, smearing his cum all over my face. I lap at the hairs, trying to get as much of his cum in me as I can.

It’s clear I got a little too into it as Leonard grabs my head and presses me back onto his dick. I don’t protest. This is the best part, after all. I resume my sucking, probing, and bobbing. I try new things like nibbling on his foreskin, pulling on it with my teeth and seeing how far it can stretch. Leonard moans loudly in approval.

When Leonard lets go of my head I immediately head for his balls. At my touch, his balls scrunch up against him for a moment before hanging heavily below him again. I clean them with my tongue like my life depends on it. The size of his balls makes trying to lap up as much of the cum as I can a much harder task. I’m down there much longer than I was with his pubes and even after they are clean of cum, Leonard doesn’t stop me. I guess licking his balls feels a lot better for him than his pubes. Once his balls have received a proper cleaning, I finally return to the main event with a vengeance. His chode receives no mercy from me as I test his limits.

Before long his hand presses hard onto the back of my head, gripping into my fur and shoving me into him. I’m quick to realize what’s happening as his dick pulses and sends a long and thick shot of cum straight to the back of my throat. Just that one shot was probably more than I’ve ever experienced one man cum in a single load, but he has much more than that. My eyes roll back in my head as I form an air-lock around his dick, not letting anything out. I keep probing his foreskin as he cums, going round and round. My mouth is quick to fill with each giant load of cum and I struggle to keep swallowing it. I get a bit of it in my nose but not enough to lose any out of my nostrils.

After what feels like an hour, the last drizzle of cum flows out from his dick and I’m able to sit back. My belly feels tighter than it ever has and looking down confirms it’s bigger than Dad even got it.

I fall back and land with a splat into the first puddle as Leonard looms over me. His balls rub against my pad.

“Open up.”

Without hesitation I press the button and throw the pad into the distance. I hear it smack against a wall but I don’t care about that thing anymore.

Leonard lays on top of me, his belly spreading out over me and dipping into the cum too. His weight forces the cum in my belly out of my mouth and nose. The cum being forced out of me distracts me from my legs being pushed to the side as I feel his hard chode rub against my clit. He nips at my neck as he thrusts, frotting his dick with my clit. Pulses of pleasure run through my body as my aching need is finally being met. I feel gigantic balls rub against my taint and inner thighs as he goes. God I want him to cum in me, give me his babies. So I yell it.

“GIVE ME YOUR PUPS! KNOCK ME UP!”

He picks up the speed of his thrusts with vigor, biting and nibbling my neck, then clenches down around my whole neck without restricting my airflow. I cum. Soon after, I cum again. I lose my sense of self as he keeps me in a cycle of cumming, somehow without cumming himself.

He rises off me and presses his crotch hard into me. I immediately feel his chode slip into my vagina the best it can. It only just spreads my hole and it’s a tight fit with his girth, but it’s enough. I feel as his dick throbs and sends its first shot deep into me. He keeps me there tight against him as I feel my vagina fill with his hot cum. Then, with the exit mostly blocked with his chode, I feel the heat spread further into me, into my womb. I watch as my belly fills again, pushing up high. I can only wonder how big it would be if he hadn’t forced his last orgasm out of me.

Leonard then pulls me towards him, through the now larger puddle of cum on the tarp as he grabs my waist and lifts so just my upper body rests in the puddle. He steps forward between my legs, his feet next to my shoulders and holds me by my knees. I can feel his balls resting on my ass as leftover cum drips from his dick and onto my belly.

He thrusts into me, his dick piercing into my vagina slightly better than the last position. I gasp, surprised it didn’t hurt with the sheer force of that thrust. He keeps going, each thrust just as hard as the last. His thick cock stretches me open, each thrust sends cum still in my vagina splashing out, making it land over my chest and face. He snarls and I pant as his belly rubbing my clit sends me into multiple more orgasms.

I wish this moment could last forever, but a sudden wave of exhaustion washes over me—overwhelming exhaustion—an amount I shouldn’t be feeling even with how roughly Leonard’s fucking me.

Leonard pulls back one last time before thrusting into me the hardest yet. This one really stretches me as he somehow successfully manages to stick his entire dick in me. I cum again and I feel his cum too. I’m full and he’s getting no leakage this time. I moan as my belly inflates more, getting to sizes I never thought possible. My belly begins to sag onto my chest, obscuring my vision of Leonard slightly as he finishes.

He continues thrusting, but my consciousness fades. The exhaustion wins and I can no longer keep myself awake, no matter how hard I try.