The Infinite Chapter 2

Hovering over Earth, in the coldness of space, a satellite slips through the debris.  Dark as night, it goes undetected by any system Earth has, and it’s occupants remain protected.  In the cockpit, Celeste stared into the vast openness of space with her oversized pink boots resting on the console.  Another day, another beautiful view of nothing going nowhere, slowly.  She looked at her chore log and chuckled;  her bots had already completed her tasks for the day, and it had barely started.  Life was too easy.  Her scrawny hand pulled out a coin from her pocket and she flipped it in the air, whistling all the while.

“Celeste, are you there?” came a low voice over the intercom.  Her coin clattered on the floor and she sat straight up.  The camera was off, but you never know.

“Y-Yes sir!” she said.

“We must plan for re-entry.  Our time has just about arrived.  You have one day.  Over.”

Re-entry?  Now?  What did they need off that stupid blue rock that they didn’t already have up here?  Celeste was hardly a fighter, and going back to Earth essentially meant their war on humans was about to start up again.  But that wasn’t the worst of it.  When you go to war with humans, the first line of defense is always the stupid Infinite, and their band of freaks.  She hated messing with them; they always had a knack of ruining their plans, even when it seemed impossible.  And it was all because of that Roger guy.  The only person in the world more intelligent than she was.  If they could just eliminate Roger, they could take over the world, for good.

She flipped some switches and found a good landing spot.  It was a cave near the ocean, high up in the middle of a cliff, making it almost impossible to reach by most people.  “Here we go again…” she muttered to herself.

-

Will couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  One by one, the larger than life superheroes he had only ever seen on TV were now piling out of a black car and waiting behind a liquor store, near the dumpster.  He followed, because what else was he going to do, but he didn’t really understand.  Just a few hours ago, he was getting ready to go to sleep so he could start another boring day of the same nothingness and repeat it.  It felt like a lifetime ago.  He didn’t know why or how, but his intuition was telling him his life was never going to be the same.

Americano approached the backdoor and typed some kind of code on the lock.  With a small chirp, he opened the door and the rest of them piled in after.  They were now in a stock room of alcohol.  Did one of them have a surprise addiction that they had to incorporate on a daily basis?  Will looked around and tried not to look too disappointed.  Americano pulled one of the bottles, and Will felt the floor move, or more importantly, drop.  This was clearly a fake room, or actually elevator, designed to mask its true purpose.  Will lost his footing, not expecting this stock room to double as the tower of terror.  Titania put her large hand on his shoulder, keeping him steady.  He looked up at her, following the trail of her muscular arm that peaked at her boulder-like shoulder, with her bolden hair above.  She was not looking back at him.  It was like a mother protecting one of her children, as if by instinct.

“How tall are you?” asked Freeze.

“I don’t know, like five foot four?” Will responded, embarrassed.  It was easy to feel like less of a man when a seven foot tall woman with more muscles than should be allowed on a human was pressing on your shoulder.

“Oh man…” he chuckled.  “They come in all shapes and sizes, don’t they?”  He laughed, but Americano remained silent.

“You’re right, ice boy,” said Titania.  “They do.”

Freeze rolled his eyes.  When the elevator stopped, Americano opened the door, and Will’s world changed.  It was one of those super futuristic rooms where all of the walls were white.  Minimalistic was a good word for what Will was seeing, like if a Mac store had a baby with a sheet of paper.  The walls were mostly barren, with a few gadgets here and there that he would never be able to guess their function.  And the room just kept going!  The vaulted ceilings created an echo with each step.  They stopped in front of a door.

“Titania, why don’t you and Will wait right here.  Freeze and I need to have a talk with Roger real quick.”  She nodded and they disappeared through the double doors in front.

“Do you want to have a seat, Will?” asked Titania sweetly.  She pointed to a cushy looking white bench against the wall.  I nodded and sat down.  She followed me and sat down next to me, careful not to crush him flat.  With her size, he could only assume that was all a part of her life, making sure not to cause havoc with just existing.  Will didn’t know what to say so he just tapped his feet nervously.  “You don’t need to be shy, Will,” she said.  “You’re in good hands with us, I promise.”

Will didn’t know what to say.  “Oh, well… I mean… I’m not really… it’s more like… I mean you are…”

She turned her upper body towards him.  Will must have been swept up in the moment the last few hours, but it was just then that he realized just how massive her breasts were.  Each was easily bigger than her head, and bounced and bobbed whenever she moved.  They were in stark contrast to the rest of her body, which was very hard and muscled.  One of her arms was now resting on top of the bench.  She was already much taller than him, but when sitting, her thick and bulky butt boosted her much higher than him, and her thick things were almost to the height of his rib cage.  Needless to say, she was insanely big and muscular.  The mere fact that she was even talking to him was insane, and he felt like any words he would be able to eke out would be laughably embarrassing.  “You think I’m too big, huh?” she asked, with an element of sadness in her tone.

Panic took over.  Will didn’t know her temperament, if she was prone to depression, anything.  She had been nothing but nice to him, so he didn’t want to be the cause of any grief.  Also, she could punt him, so…  “Oh no!  Not at all!  I mean, yeah you’re big…”  He could see her looking confused, her beautiful eyes tightening under her brow.  “In a good way though, like it’s a good look, really.”

“You think I look… good?” she asked.  Her chest was now puffed out, so her breasts were mere inches from Will’s face.  Because of her superhero suit, she was essentially running around in her underwear.  Her breathing had somehow intensified, so the two tanned, milky basketballs in front of him were heaving up and down.  He made a brave glance at them, and he felt his cock stiffen, but didn’t dare look any more and looked up at her, staring powerfully down at him.

“Eh… I…” he began to say, but the door opened.  An old man with long, black hair ambled out with a cane.  He was wearing a white lab coat, but otherwise looked frail and tired.  Titania hadn’t moved, and stayed staring down at him.

“I hope Titania hasn’t given you any trouble, Will,” he said.  “My name is Roger.  No last name, I abandoned those years ago.  Just Roger, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”  He extended his hand, which Will shook.

“Thank you, sir.  Um… why am I here?  What’s going on?”

“Right to the point, I see,” chuckled Roger.  “Americano and Freeze have brought it to my attention that you seem to have something special about you.  Is this true?”

Will pointed to himself.  “Me?  No, absolutely not.  They saved me, Titania saved me.  I didn’t do anything.”

Roger put his hand on Will’s shoulder.  “It’s not what you did, Will.  It’s what you prevented.”

-

“This is some bullshit,” Mr. Combustible pouted from his bench/bed.  He tossed a tennis ball into the air, and let a tiny explosion force it into the steel wall.  It returned and he caught it.  He had a massive black eye from where Titania punched him and left him unconscious hours before.

“Do you think they have good food here?” asked Giganta, laying in three beds stacked side by side.

“Does it matter?  You’re gonna eat it anyways!”

“I know, but I could really go for some pizza right now!” she said.  They had been arrested after the events at Will’s apartment.  It took a small miracle to get Giganta into a van, but they managed it since Freeze’s ice kept her in check.

“KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!” came the voice of a passing guard.  They could see him walking by through a hole in the door with bars running over it.  Combustible leapt off his seat and gripped the bars.

“Let us outta here, man.  We didn’t do nothin’ wrong!”

Giganta got up a little slower, but completely smothered Combustible from behind.  Her massive breasts shoved his head forward, plastering it against the small, barred window.  “Can we get some food at least!?”

The guard laughed.  “Don’t you think you should use this opportunity to lose a little weight?”  He continued laughing as they heard a door close somewhere and he was gone.  She returned to her seat and continued sulking.

“I mean he’s right you know…” Mr. Combustible muttered, picking himself up off the ground.

-

“So I’m an anti superhero?” asked Will.  “Like… an antihero?  Like one of those cool heroes that ends up doing the right thing, but has his own way of getting there?  Like the cool heroes-” he caught himself, looking at the do gooders around him.

“I wouldn’t go THAT far,” replied Roger.  “I think anti superhero is a good start.  Your powers seem to nullify the powers of those around you, which is quite incredible, and also explains why you’ve probably never noticed it.”

“So during that fight in my apartment, nobody could use any powers?” asked Will.

“That’s correct,” interjected Americano.  “My powers give me inhuman reflexes and durability and strength, which was why I struggled to lift you, and couldn’t get through that window.  Same for Freeze.  His was the easiest to see, since his power is so obvious, and yet he couldn’t use it at all.  ”

“And let’s not forget about Man Electric,” said Freeze.  “He could have electrocuted all of us, but he wasn’t able to use his powers either.  Little man saved us from being fried.”

“What about Titania?  And that Fat Lady?”

“They are already big,” answered Roger.  “Their powers help them grow.  I’m sure they were each limited in some capacity, but when they fight, they aren’t really using any powers.  Think of theirs as more passive.”

“Well that makes sense, I suppose…” An alarm went off.  The heroes all marched to another room, and Will followed close behind.  They entered a very technical looking room, especially compared with the white walls of the main room.  It was smaller, but it had a huge wall with a map of the entire city, with little blips happening.

“This is the Monitron,” stated Roger.  “This is how we track crime.  If you were ever wondering how the Infinite finds evildoers, this is it.”  A blip was happening and Freeze and Americano were tracking it down.  Roger seemed to be taking a liking to me, for some reason, so I felt compelled to get some more answers.

“Mr. Rogers-”

“Roger, just Roger.”  Freeze was snickering while tracking the blip.

“Um… Roger.  Why are you telling me all of this?  Isn’t this like, some top secret protect the universe type stuff?”

Roger paused.  “Will… I’m telling you this because I want you to join us.”

Will couldn’t believe his ears.  Join… the Infinite?  “Whoa… nononono.  Hold on.  Join you guys?  Look at Titania?  I’m like, not even the size of one of her legs!  Look at Freeze!  He can turn people into ice!”  They all stopped with the monitor and looked at me.  “You guys are heroes!  I’m an unemployed loser from the city!”

Roger put his hand on Will’s shoulder.  “And you may be our only hope.”  He looked at Will in the eyes to underscore the importance of the matter.  Will still had a hard time understanding just what the hell was going on.

“It’s Flyguy again.  He just robbed a jewelry store and is making a break for it,” said Americano.

“Why don’t we test out Will here?” pondered Roger.

“You want me to stop a robbery?  I’m gonna faint!” exclaimed a bewildered Will.  This was all moving too fast for him.  The heroes all laughed heartily.

“We’re not gonna send you alone, Will,” comforted Americano.  “Titania will take you.  We need to test your powers, and you seem to have the least effect on her if things go sour.  Don’t worry, Flyguy is probably the lowest tier villain in the city.”  Will still looked nervous.  “Trust me, he wears a diaper.”

-

Above Earth in his Satellite Fortress, a man with a black helmet views an electronic map of the world.  Hovering in front of him as a massive hologram, he uses an advanced form of augmented reality to rotate, zoom in, zoom out, and highlight, all with the tip of his black glove covered finger.  He was an imposing figure, about six feet tall with muscles, and a black suit that was less inviting than other heroes were prone to wear.  He wore a cape that dropped behind him to his ankles, also black, with red streaks running through it, giving an image of blood running down his back.

Heavy footsteps approached him from behind, but he didn’t move.  “Brawna, thank you for joining me.”

“Celeste has informed me we are returning to Earth.”

The man turned to see Brawna, the seven foot tall, muscle bound goddess standing before him.  Her black hair swirled down her broad shoulders, and her sizable breasts perched within her sharp black bra plate.  Her thick thighs filled out her black underwear, which also showed off her chiseled abs.  She was indeed a specimen, as much as another hero.

“Indeed we are,” responded the man.

“She will be waiting for me,” Brawna replied.

“I’m sorry it had to come to this, but we can’t afford to pass up this opportunity.”

“It’s fine, I can handle her.  What have you found?”  The man touched a few buttons on the machine, and a different image appeared.  It was a jagged blue shard, with a strange glow.  The image rotated in the hologram, displaying various chemical compounds found within.  “It’s beautiful…” Brawna said.

“Beauty means nothing,” replied the man.  “Power is everything.  This is called the Blue Lens.  It has the power to reveal what was up until very recently understood to be a myth.  When used in the right coordinates, which I have here.”  He clicked another button and the map revealed itself again, and a yellow ping appeared in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.  “It will reveal the path to the lost city of Atlantis.”

“Ooh,” uttered Brawna.

“There are so many unknown treasures lost to time, who knows what we may find.  We may even find… Him.”

“Do we want to?” asked Brawna.  The two looked at each other with uncertainty as they pondered this question.

-

“Can I see that thing?” asked Will as they rocketed down the streets in their black car towards Flyguy.  The thing he was referring to was a gadget Titania was holding with a similar device as the wall monitor.  She was tracking the blip.

“It’s not a toy,” she replied.  She paused for a moment, then knocked on the front window for the driver to stop.  Will suddenly realized he hadn’t met the driver yet.  Maybe he never would?  They jumped out of the car, finding themselves in front of an alleyway in the middle of nowhere.  There were no people around, no cars, just the faint buzzing… of something.  She led him into the alley, her size making her look like my extremely buff mother and him a tiny kid.  Now they would wait for this Flyguy.

She got on one knee so she could talk to Will face to face.  Every time she did this, her breasts looked like they were trying to jump out of her white top, which made it so much harder to concentrate, but he wasn’t about to tell her to stop.  “Now Will, you’re not too nervous are you?” she asked calmly.  He shook his head.  “That’s good.  There’s nothing to be afraid of, just do as I say and you’ll be fine.  When I say ‘now’, I need you to focus on our target, and try to… um… push your brain, at him.”  He gave her a puzzled look.  Push his brain?  What the Hell did that mean?  “I don’t know,” she responded to the look.  “It happens differently for all of us.  Just try your best.  Try to replicate what happened in your apartment.”

“Okay,” Will said.  He didn’t really remember how anything happened back there.  But he wouldn’t have much time to figure it out; in front of them, a man in black spandex was jumping from one dumpster to the next, and moving with great speed towards them.  He was cackling as he did it.  As he got closer, Will could make out that he was wearing goggles, which gave his eyes a bug-like look to them.  He managed to get quite close, and he jumped on a dumpster about ten feet away from Titania and Will when his eyes caught Titania’s.  His foot slipped and he crashed hard onto the ground.

“Oof, you big giant idiot!” he said, picking himself up.

“Easy way or hard way?” Titania asked him confidently.  She stood tall with her strong arms on her hips.  She was at least a foot taller than this guy and probably had over 200 pounds on him.  Come to think of it, this guy wasn’t much bigger than Will.

“Hard?” he half asked.  As he did this, he leapt high in the air, much higher than a normal human ever could.  His hands caught a wall and he stuck to it, like a bug.  Titania looked down at Will at her side.  “Now,” she stated.

Will turned his head at the man on the wall and focused.  As well as he could.  He strained his mind.  He reached forward, his hands trembling.  Everything was around that bug dude.  He squinted and growled.  The bug man remained on the wall.  He was now staring at Will.  “What’s up with him?” he called out.

“Trainee,” replied Titania.

“Oh nice,” he said.  WIth that, he leapt off and scampered back in the direction he came in.

Titania glanced back at me.  “Let’s go.”

They gave chase to the bug guy down the alley.  He hopped back and forth from dumpster to dumpster, throwing verbal taunts at them all the while.  Titania was easily twice as fast as Will, maybe more.  Quickly she turned and realized he was not keeping up, so she lifted him over her shoulder and continued running without losing any speed.  Will felt like a child in her arm, and marveled at just how big yet well defined her ass was.  He thought they called those glutes in the bodybuilding world.  They had a hint of bounce to them, but otherwise looked to be made of steel.  It looked like the criminal was about to ditch the alley when the sound of cop cars halted his progress.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, taking a hard left turn into an open warehouse.  Titania followed him inside.  She placed Will back on his feet.  It took him a second to snap out of being bobbed around on her shoulder, but he was able to find his footing.

“Come clean, Flyguy!” called out Titania to the seemingly but obviously not empty warehouse.  “And I won’t crush you… again.”  And then it was silent.  Titania turned to close the door behind them and lock it.  There was no getting in or out now.  As she did this, a rock smacked her in the back of the head.  She was completely unfazed.  “Why would you do that?  Now I have to crush you.”  She stepped forward and looked around, looking for some clue of a bug.  There were lots of boxes and grates and small rooms in this warehouse, meaning lots of places to hide.  Out of nowhere, Flyguy attacked her from behind, securing his arms around her thick neck in an attempt to choke her out.  Compared to her, he did look like a bug; she was so thick and massive and he was so comparatively tiny, she looked like she could crush him with a breath.  But ironically, this position presented a problem for her, as her biceps were so large, she actually had a hard time grabbing him from this position.  She kept swiping up there, but he nimbly dodged her and maintained his grip.  It in no way looked like she was going down, but also it didn’t look like getting him off would be easy.

So Will stepped in.  He jumped on Flyguy’s back.  The surprised bug lost his grip and the two crashed to the ground.  He landed uncomfortably on Will’s knee, and Will yelped like a hurt dog.  Titania chuckled, turning around to see Flyguy on the ground.  Clutching his back, he got on all fours and tried to crawl to the door, but it was no use.  She mounted herself on top of him and sat down, shoving his tiny body to the ground.  Triumphantly, she sat on top of him with her big hand on the back of his head, planting his face into the dusty floor of the warehouse.

“At least pay for my meal first…” Flyguy said.

“Thanks Titania,” the cops said as they got cuffs on him.

“Any time boys,” she replied as she walked away towards the black car with Will.  She noticed he was limping.  “Will, are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine-” was all he was able to get out as she scooped him up in her big strong arms.  She was now holding him like a baby in front of her, pressed against her prodigious chest.  He felt like he was hanging out of the third floor of a building she was so tall, but he also felt safe, which was a weird feeling.  She was looking straight forward, as if this was just a normal thing to do, to carry a smaller man in front of her to a black car.  And he couldn’t help but notice her massive breasts bouncing up and down with every step, mere inches from his somehow smaller head.  “You know, I think I’m good enough to walk.  You don’t have to carry me.”

“Nonsense, little one,” she replied.  “I saw you limping.  I’m meant to take care of you, and I failed at that.  The least I can do is make sure your injuries don’t get worse.  Once we get back to the base, I’ll have Roger check up on you.  He’ll get you better in no time at all, I promise you.”

“Okay…”

“And thank you for helping me back there,” she said.  “But please don’t jump in unless I ask you to.  Flyguy is a pushover, but against some foes, you could have been seriously hurt.  You’re still finding your place on the team, and I would wager it’s less of a combat focus and more on support.  So leave the fighting to me.  We don’t want you getting hurt on us.”

“After seeing the way you pinned Flyguy, I’m inclined to agree with you.  You’re on another level as far as combat goes.”

“Thank you,” she replied.  As they reached the car, she was able to open the car door even while holding me, and sat down in the car still cradling me like a baby.  He hadn’t realized it, but it was one huge door just to get her in.  It must have been custom made.  He guessed that wasn’t all that far-fetched, as they seemed to have an infinite supply of funds based on the base he had seen, they probably had a way to make a car door bigger.  She closed the door, and the car took off.  They continued sitting like this for a few minutes, with his head now resting against her left breast since her knees were now up.  He couldn’t help it, and achieved an erection, and realized this could get weird if he didn’t say something.

“You know, I can sit down now in the car.”

“Oh right!” she said, placing him on the seat next to her.  “I guess I just got used to carrying you there for a second.  You are so light, you know?”