The Infinite Chapter 3

Brawna stared out the window, a giant window showing Earth in all its splendor.  The giant blue orb she once called home continued to spin without her, with all its people still living their lives.  Her eyes fixated on North America, which looked smaller than she always thought it was.  Celeste entered the room, snacking on a chocolate bar.

“Want a bite?” she asked.  Brawna continued to stare, saying nothing.  She was deep in thought, and her impressive physique was worth a thousand words on why she wasn’t interested in chocolate.  Celeste looked out the window as well, for a moment in silence.  As she was apt to do, she broke it.  “What are you going to do if you find her?”

“When.”

She looked at her, then back out the window.  “What are you going to do when you find her?  If you are so certain.”

Brawna brought her hands to her face.  “I don’t know.  The last time I saw her, we almost killed each other.  We fought for what seemed like hours.  She is just as strong as me, I can’t beat her.  She can’t beat me.  I just don’t know what will happen, Celeste.”

They paused for a few more minutes, still staring at Earth.  Celeste spoke up again.  “What if things have changed?” she asked.

-

Titania brought Will into the base, holding him like a baby.  “Roger, Will is hurt.”

The old man greeted them.  “What happened?  Is it bad?”

She lifted him higher, mashing her large breast into Will’s face.  Will pressed against it with his hands, but she was obviously much stronger than him and he wasn’t going anywhere.  He was now tasting her white bra fabric.  “Right here,” she said, pointing at his leg.  Nobody could hear the muffled cries of the little dude suffocating in her breast.

“Oh this is nothing.  I’ll get him patched up.  Put him in the infirmary please, I can handle the rest, Titania.”

“Where’s Americano?” she asked him.

“I sent him on a mission.  He’s investigating leads on Man Electric.”

She nodded, and continued walking, easing her hold on Will, who gasped for air.  She opened a door and placed Will on a comfortable bed, elevated higher than normal.  She hovered over him, her huge breasts dangling in front of his face.  “Are you comfortable, Will?” she asked.  “Is there anything I can get for you?”

Will could not help but stare at her breasts, they were essentially blocking his view.  He was a bit hypnotized, and on accident blurted out “Milk”.  She stood back up, looking slightly confused.

“Okay, I think we have some in the kitchen.”  She left the room, and Will punched himself in the head.  Did he really just say that!?  She returned briefly with a tall glass of milk, and placed it on a small table next to the bed.  Roger followed her in.

“Okay, Titania.  I think I can take it from here.”

“Are you sure you don’t need me, Roger?”  She combed her finger through Will’s hair.  “I can help if you need me to.”  Her fingers were strong, and could easily rip the hair from his scalp, but now they were calm and gentle.

“Titania, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so concerned about anyone like this before.  What’s gotten over you?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged.  “He’s just so small and helpless, and I feel like I let him down.  I want to take care of him.”

Roger chuckled, then turned back to Will.  “You’re in good hands, kiddo.”

-

Americano knocked on a steel door at the bottom of some concrete stairs.  He could hear loud music and partying on the other side, which was typical at night in the middle of downtown.  He knew this was the right place though.  Having been a member of the Infinite as long as he had, he now had a sixth sense about finding other Changed.  And this was definitely a hotspot for it.  After a few seconds of no response, he knocked again.  A slit in the door opened, and some eyes appeared.  They looked him over for a few seconds, and the slit closed.  Americano had seen this before.  He was instantly recognized.  This meant one of two things.  The door would not open, and he’d have to find a new way in, or it would open and he’d be a celebrity in there.  One option would be a huge pain in the neck, while the other option might make this one of his easiest missions thus far.

Flip a coin.

The door opened.  Americano certainly looked out of place here.  He was a red white and blue soldier dressed in combat gear, ruggedly handsome and well put together.  This place was the epitome of grunge, an underground bar with rock music blaring so loud you can barely hear anything, people everywhere tattooed to the gills with hair colors ranging from jet black to the middle of a 100 piece crayon set.  Occasionally, Americano would catch glimpses of powers from these people (he saw a dude talking to a girl teleport himself behind her, tapping her on the shoulder and both of them laughing), which confirmed his suspicion that this bar was for Changed individuals, but he had never seen any of these people before.  They must have been hiding out, trying to stay under the radar.  He sympathized with them on this; it was regulation to announce your condition to the government, but that wasn’t really fair.  He had no issue with it, but he didn’t want to live in a world where it was required to do so, so he would never report anyone for it.

He approached the bartender, a burly man cleaning a glass behind a long wooden counter.  “What’ll it be, Uncle Sam?”

Americano laughed.  “I’m on the clock.  I’m looking for someone, goes by the name Man Electric.  You seen him?”

He scratched his beard.  “Man Electric huh?  What’s his power?  Does he shit rainbows?”

Americano leaned in.  “I’m not trying to cramp your style, I’m just looking for information.  Are you gonna help me or not?”

Another bartender approached the burly one, a thin woman with green hair and a nose ring.  She whispered in his ear, and the two of them snickered.  “All right,” the burly bartender said to Americano.  “We’ll tell you about Man Electric.”

“Thank you,” replied Americano.

“IF!” the bartender continued.  “If, you can make one of our patrons say uncle.”

“You mean I have to fight someone in here just to get some information?”

“Not just anyone,” he responded.  He pointed to the corner of the room.  Much to his surprise a woman stood with her arms crossed.  She had pale skin, and wore a white tanktop displaying some rather large breasts (though nowhere near the size of Titania’s), but the most noticeable part was her lower half.  She had on jean shorts that were frayed at the bottom, and they were trying to contain the biggest legs he had ever seen.  She must have weighed around 400 pounds, and most of it was in her ass and thighs.  She began walking towards him, her thighs jiggling with each step.  “Bulba.”

“I have to fight her?” asked Americano.

“Yessir.  Make her quit, and I’ll tell you what you need,” said the bartender.  “But I’ll warn you, Bulba never loses.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” Americano said, cocking his neck and getting in the groove.  He locked eyes with Bulba, and the two circled each other, a crowd forming around them shouting encouragement to the apple bottomed woman.  She had a cocky smile on her face like she was hungry.

“Ooh, looks like today I get to wrap my thighs around a true American hero,” she mocked.  “Try not to enjoy yourself too much cutie.”

“I’m just here for info.  You don’t have to do this, you know.”

She laughed.  “Are you kidding?  I can’t wait.  After this is over, your new colors will be red, BLACK, and blue.”  With that, she lurched forward, the crowd roaring its approval.  Americano stepped forward to meet her.  She made the first grab, which he dodged, and shifted behind her.  He was clearly the quicker of the two, but he also didn’t want to hurt her.  He got his hands under her arms and put her in a full nelson, trapping her shoulders and applying pressure to the back of her head.  She gave an audible chuckle, and backpedaled with him still holding on.  Her strength was deceptive, and the crowd dispersed to avoid this wreckingball of a woman.  She crashed into a wall, with Americano trapped between her huge ass cheeks.  She gave a wiggle and laughed as he struggled to get out.  The crowd cheered.  “You quit yet, or you want some more?” she asked him.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than that to keep me down,” he replied.  She moved forward a bit and slammed her giant ass as hard as she could against the wall, but Americano had leapt into the air and flipped over her, landing in front of her with his arms on his hips.

“You are so quick, little man,” she said.  “But you will end up like all the rest, trapped in big mama’s thighs.”  She waded her way forward slowly.  Americano ran up to her, but she bent down and caught him with her shoulder.  He slumped over her and she lifted, now holding him in a fireman’s carry.  He kicked and squirmed trying to get out, but it was no use.  She bounced up and down playfully with the American warrior on her shoulders.  “Are you staring at Bulba’s boobs?”  Then she shrugged and laughed.  “Who am I kidding, of course you are!  I would if I were you!”  She rotated several times, making airplane noises all the while.  The crowd was clapping and cheering like a pack of wild animals at the sight of this big girl manhandling Americano.   Eventually, she let him go, tossing him in the air and sending him crashing through a table.

Americano gripped his back in pain.  She was much stronger than he was expecting.  He could hear her approaching, and looked up to see her smiling down at him.  “You give up yet?” she asked.

“No…”

She lifted him by his hair.  Out of desperation, he threw a punch at her midsection, which was squishy but not too fat.  She ignored it, and slammed him in the face with her right thigh.  Her rubbery flesh was surprisingly hard, like getting hit with a truck covered in pillows.  She didn’t release his head though, and immediately after the attack, tossed him away from the broken table and back into the area they were fighting before.  He shook his head, trying to get to his feet.  He was on all fours now, trying to get his bearings.  She took a position over him, her legs on either side of him, standing triumphantly with her hands on her extremely wide hips.  The crowd cheered her name “Bulba!  Bulba!  Bulba!”  Americano turned his head to see her standing over him, and tried to crawl away, but she closed her legs, trapping him in her iron grip.  He was able to turn himself so he was now facing the ceiling, but Bulba worked his body into her upper thighs, clearly the most powerful part of her body.  She gave him a wink, then squeezed her thighs together.  It felt like she was crushing his ribs.  He gave out a scream, and pressed as hard as he could against her thighs, but it was no use.  She was far too strong.  He was now hanging lifeless between her thighs.  She continued squeezing, smiling the whole time.  The crowd was very into it.  She looked down at him and with puppy dog eyes asked “Honey, you wanna give up now?”

Americano was unable to speak, but shook his head.

She frowned and stopped squeezing.  “Well that sucks.  Now I have to crush you.”  She let go of her grip on him, and he crashed to the ground.  “I wanted to squeeze you some more, but Bulba’s got places to be Honey.”  She kicked both her feet up and dropped to the ground, hard.  But one look down revealed that Americano was not underneath her.  Almost as quick as she realized he had escaped, Americano had wrapped his legs around her neck.  Due to being so bottom heavy, Bulba had a hard time getting up after dropping.  She was now trapped with his strong legs around her neck.  As much as she fought to get him off, her upper body was nothing without power from the bottom.

“Quit!” he growled at her.  Tears in her eyes, she was unable to speak, so she tapped on his leg and nodded.  The crowd gasped.  Just like that, he had defeated the undefeated Bulba, and nobody could believe it.

He stood up, panting from the war he had just had.  Bulba was laying on the ground crying, friends showing up to help her out.  He dusted off his outfit, then looked up at the bartender, who seemed just as surprised at the transpiring events as the rest of the crowd, so much so that he dropped the glass he was cleaning.

“So… Man Electric?” he asked.

-

Captain Freeze was chilling out in front of the Great Monitor.  Americano was out on a mission, Titania and Roger were taking care of Will.  There was nothing for him to do.  He watched the little blips popping up here and there, nothing the cops couldn’t handle.  In his right hand, he summoned a ball of ice, and let it hover above his hand.  He snapped his fingers and it cracked in half.  How other humans got on without these badass powers was beyond him.

Then a weird blip on the monitor caught his eye.  It was big, huge even, but beyond that was the location.  This blip was appearing off the coast, on the edge of the Atlantic Ocean.  And it was sustained.  It wasn’t one of those blips that happens and goes away.  He gave the monitor a slap, thinking it was some kind of mistake, but it was acting normally aside from this huge blip, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

“Roger!” he called out.

-

Americano knocked on the door marked 308.  He was given this address, this apartment, this room.  The area was trash.  The idea that Man Electric could be living here was almost laughable.  And yet here he was.  If that bartender was lying to him he would be back.  And slightly less friendly.

No answer.  He looked around.  Nobody was there.  His intuition told him there was definitely something on the other side of this door worth looking at.  He knocked again.

No answer.

Out of patience, he lurched back and kicked the door down, banging in front of him.  He entered the apartment, and it was a mess.  There were dishes and boxes and batteries lying around everywhere.  This was more of a manchild than a real man.  Notes were everywhere, with science scribblings he would never be able to decipher, but Roger may find interesting.  Based on the madness before him, and the items found within the madness, he was certain this was where Man Electric was hiding out.

But it was clear nobody was there.  It was dead silent, and this was a guy you could usually hear even if he wasn’t speaking, with his electric bolts making their humming noises swirling around his body.  The silence was eerie.

And that’s when he looked at the refrigerator.  There was a newspaper clipping on it pinned by a knife.  He walked over to it and read the clipping.

“GIGANTA AND MR. COMBUSTIBLE, TWO CHANGED VILLAINS, CAPTURED AND BEING HELD AT SOUTH CENTRAL PRISON IN HIGH PRIORITY CELL.”

-

“Re-entry will commence in 5-4-3-2-1” called out Celeste.  She then pulled back on the big lever in front of her.  The ship charged for a moment, then dove furiously into the atmosphere.  The heat and radiation around them gave off a red glow on their faces, and the speed of the vessel pressed them all into their chairs, but they didn’t show an ounce of worry.  The man in the mask wasn’t even looking out the window; he was staring at a small device in his hand, reading about… something.  Brawna still found the beauty of Earth from on high, and never missed an opportunity to view it whenever she could.

It was easy to forget that time had persisted down here, below the stars.  In space, you can’t see the cars, the planes, the buildings, the hustle and bustle of life.  All you can see are the oceans, the storms, the mountains, and the green.  You forget that life was going on, for billions of people, with all of the problems and struggles that went with it.  But it was somehow refreshing to be brought back into it.  It could be said that struggle is what made life worth living, in some ways.

After a short burst of extreme motion, they pierced the atmosphere and charged down to Earth.  The blue of the Atlantic ocean quickly grew as they got closer and closer.  Celeste hit a button and they began to slow, with boosters shooting out from below to even out the descent.  Celeste pointed to a cave in the wall of one of the cliffs.  “There it is, she said.”  She deftly navigated to it and, after a bit of hovering, successfully landed their ship.

When the ship was turned off and they were securely in place, Celeste heaved a sigh of relief, then stood up.  She was confident in her abilities as a pilot and engineer, but she was nevertheless nervous when tackling some of the larger objectives being in The Order presented her with.  “I’m gonna check for damages, you two sit tight and pretty.”  She left the cockpit and wandered through the rest of the space towards the exit ramp, grabbing her tablet in the process.

Celeste was never one to be excited to see people.  All her life, she had avoided relationships and kept to her little machines.  Tinkering was her only escape from the drudgery of human life, and people trying to leech off of her time.  If she could create an army of robots and live amongst them, she would.  In fact, that was one of her goals in life.  It was only a matter of time.  All that being said though, there was a fuzzy feeling in her chest about revisiting Earth.  Even if it was fleeting, she couldn’t help but be excited to breathe the Earth’s air again, to feel the natural wind blow against her face, and to see the sunset from below the intense atmosphere for a change.

But as she exited the ship and walked down the ramp, she was greeted by a figure in white and blue, arms crossed and staring right at her.  “Gonna chill on Earth for a while, Celeste?”  It was Captain Freeze.

“Shit!” Celeste said, but she didn’t have time for much else.  Freeze shot a cold ray at her, which she nimbly dodged and rolled off the ramp.  She hid behind one of the struts.

“We had a deal, Celeste!  You guys had to stay in orbit and we wouldn’t bust you for all of the crimes you’ve committed.”  Celeste frantically tapped on a machine strapped to her wrist.  Three orbs jumped out of it and expanded in size.  They moved towards Freeze.  One of them targeted the iceman and fired a laser beam at him, which he jumped out of the way of.  He fired a shot of ice back at it, and it slammed into the ship, exploding into a hail of icicles.  The other two approached him, firing more lasers.  He jumped and dodged, running from the orbs while trying to find Celeste.  He saw her running behind one of the struts.  Thinking cleverly, he froze the ground she was walking on.  When she stepped on it, she immediately slipped and crashed hard on the floor.

“Ow!” she cried as she dropped everything she was holding.  Freeze approached Celeste calmly, the two orbs making one final attempt at assassination.  They hovered on either side of him and shot at the same time.  He ducked out of the way, and they ended up shooting each other, exploding into pieces.  Rubbing her butt, she said “Well that’s a bug I haven’t seen before.”

Freeze stood tall over her, his hands on his hips.  “What are you guys doing here, Celeste-” he tried saying, but he was lifted in the air before he could finish his sentence.  Brawna had appeared from the ship, seemingly out of nowhere, and had Freeze’s comparatively tiny neck in her strong hand.  Her immense figure was similar in size to Titania’s, meaning she towered over either of them.  She turned his small body to face hers.

“We’re just doing some sightseeing, Freeze.”  She then lifted him over her head, pressing him high in the air with both hands.  “How about you take a dip?”  She walked to the edge of the cave overlooking a steep cliff leading to the ocean.  With one motion, she tossed him off the cliff, and he disappeared from sight.  She walked back towards Celeste, lifting her off the ground and putting her back on her feet.  “You alright?” she asked.

“Just a bit bruised, better off than him though!” she chirped.  The two of them walked back into the ship.

Meanwhile, Captain Freeze was rocketing down the cliffside.  The way he was thrown by that behemoth, he was heading for the worst belly flop of his life.  The wind was now pulling his face back as he got closer and closer to the water.  With some last minute thinking, he shot some ice under him connecting to the cliff.  As expected, he crashed through, painfully.  A cold dagger pain attacked his whole body, but he wasn’t ready to give up yet.  He did another one.  Crash.  And another one.  Crash.  His nose was now bleeding after a few of these wallops to the face.  Finally, he made an extra thick one that he didn’t crash through, which may have made it even more painful.

“Ugh…” he muttered to himself as he picked himself off the icy floor.  He had forgotten just how strong Brawna was.  It made him thankful Titania was on his side.  He looked up.  It was a long way back to the mouth of the cave.  He laughed to himself.  I guess that’s what makes me a superhero, he thought to himself.

He used his ice powers to make ledges he could climb, and after a long and arduous journey, one that took at least 20 minutes, he finally made it back up.  As he heaved himself over the ledge, trying to catch his breath and restore some of his power, he was pleased to see that they were no longer up here.  They must have locked themselves in the ship.  He approached the ship and took some photos.  As he did, he stepped on something hard.  Looking down at his feet, he noticed a tablet.  Celeste must have dropped it during their skirmish.  He reached down and picked it up.  It was too broken to be of much use to him, but perhaps Roger could decipher what was in it.  He decided to make his exit before anyone else came out.

-

Giganta and Mr. Combustible were sitting bored in their cell when a loud explosion shook the building.  They looked at each other.  Mr. Combustible looked at her with a rude expression.  “I told you not to eat those prison beans, they are doing murder to your insides.  You have to share this room with me, you know!”

Giganta wasn’t having it.  “Oh Hell no, I thought that was you!  I thought you were doing another one of your magic tricks, skinny boy.  I was gonna break you like a twig!”

They heard another explosion, and they both stood up, Giganta much slower, of course.  Mr. Combustible bounced over to the door, and twerked his head as best he could to see what was going on.  “What’s going on out there!”  Nobody was responding.  “Somebody answer me, dammit!”

Giganta grabbed him by the collar and flung him behind her.  She then grabbed the door from the hole with her fat hands and shook as wildly as she could.  “Open this door, I’m hungry!”  Just then, a clicking sound could be heard, and she was able to push the door open.  “Skinny boy, we are free!  It just opened.  Let’s find the kitchen!”

“Let’s get out of here, Tubby!” he yelled back.  They filtered out of the jail cell, and took notice of how quiet it was.  There were no guards in the hallway, and none of the other cells were open.  It was just the two of them, scratching their heads.

A voice came over the intercom.  It was Man Electric.  “Giganta, Combustible, I’ve opened the doors you need to escape.  Hurry out of here!  There’s not much time.”  They heard the door in front of them open with a click, and they headed for the door.  Just as they were about to leave, Giganta turned to her right and saw a guard quivering in the corner.  She instantly recognized him as the one making fun of her earlier.

“I only need a moment,” she said to Combustible as he hustled out.  She bent over the scared little man, a big smile on her face.  Her massive breasts completely blocked his view.  She whispered to the guard “I’ve decided to use THIS opportunity to squeeze the life out of a useless, pathetic worm.”

“Ahh!” he screamed, but he was too late.  She grabbed him by the armpits and rammed his face into her breasts.  She squeezed his tiny body into her bosom, and as much as he flailed and tried to fight her off, he was unable to escape.  After about a minute of torture, he had suffocated.  She dropped his limp corpse to the floor, and proudly walked out of the prison.