The Rotunder Chapter 5

Brandon bobbed through the air invisible on his back, staring up at the sky. The sun was shinning bright between a handful of clouds, though large ones threatened to interrupt his tanning session. Hands behind his head and legs crossed as if relaxing in a hammock, though relaxed was far from the mood that currently seized his chubby body.

The Wild Patriot

Brandon remembered when he went by Wild Card. Some marketing business executive made the change, keeping the word "wild' as a nod to the American Wild West. It was supposed to create an unconscious connection between him and words like 'American,''manly', and 'untameable'. He also said that the initials "W.P." looked a lot better as an autograph than "W.W."

He was drifting past the college campus. A group of girls were giggling and whispering to themselves over white cups of coffee at a table, open textbooks lay ignored in front of them. Brandon looked at them, two of them looked so similar he wondered if they were sisters.

He wondered if the older one would ever beat the younger one to within an inch of their life.

Brandon came too. He focused and grew a little bigger. In an instant, he teleported above his apartment. He dropped invisibility, and before he had fully returned to the visible spectrum, he vanished to reappear in the middle of his living room. Hovering, he slowly dropped his powers and sank to the floor. His blue suit now covering his skinny form.

"7.4, you forgot to point your toes."

Brandon spun around to find Hannah in the kitchen doorway, her eyes lacking enthusiasm while she sipped from a straw.

"I keep telling you, don't come in when I'm not here" Brandon tapped the watch so the suit peeled back to release his head. "I could crush you under me if I can't see you."

Hannah took a bored sip from her drink. "You always teleport into your living room. And do I have to keep telling you to leave a window open? The air pressure change when you pop back could crack a window."

"Worried about me?"

"Only the deposit."

Brandon walked to his room and left the door open. As he touched his watch and his suit disappeared, Hannah called out "So, why'd you use your powers this time?"

Brandon gathered some pants and a shirt before calling back, "Rape."

Hannah replied with a loud sucking sound from her straw, followed by a thud as it hit the bottom of his trash can.

"And guess what." Brandon pulled the shirt over his head, "This guy said he had a run in with the Wild Patriot." he heard Hannah move until she was right outside his room.

"How did you feel? Did you-"

"I kept my cool and dropped him off at a station." He brushed past Hannah as he walked out of the bedroom. "Despite the fact the world would be an objectionably better place without him." Brandon stopped in the kitchen and grabbed a coke from the fridge.

Hannah was tapping rapidly on her phone. Brandon knew she was looking at the data his suit had collected. "28 minutes ago, your vital signs were within normal limits, and then they suddenly spike." She held her gaze on him, "Assuming this rapist wasn't on the level of Captain Freedom or Black Rampage and giving you difficulty, I'm guessing that's when he was mentioned?"

"Hannah, I'm fine." I popped it open and took a drink.

"No, you're not. He still has power over you; that can interfere with your ability to control-"

"Just drop it!" The coke exploded in my hand as I squeezed. The crumpled edge of the aluminum pierced my palm, and my blood mingled with the sweet brown liquid dripping off my hand.

"See?" I waved a hand over my flat stomach. "An outburst and I can't pinch an inch. I'm fine. And now." Brandon focused and his stomach puffed out. He looked at his hand, and watched the blood stop as the wound swiftly sealed. Switching out, He waved his hand and the liquid lifted off the floor in a floating blob and plopped itself into the sink. The coke can floated into the recycle bin, and another coke floated out of the fridge into Brandons hand. His stomach flattened back down as he popped it open.

Hannah watched the scene play out, her face an inscrutable mask.

"I'm concerned...because I care about you." She looked away, and Brandon knew that she meant it.

"Thanks," he replied into the silence.

Hannah flipped her hair behind her shoulders, "I mean, you actually have a claim to the word 'triggered', unlike most of our classmates who get offended at literary masterpieces just because-"

"Hannah, it's ok." Brandon gently stopped her, "You're feelings have been acknowledged, and it is nice that someone actually has any level of concern for me. Now," he leaned against the counter, "You didn't leave your precious computers just to see me, did you?"

There was a slight shift to Hannah, shifting from feelings and emotions, which confused her, to facts and logic, that was her world.

"You know I monitor The Champions communications. Well, after you dropped off 'Huge Colossus'", Hannah rolled her eyes at the villains name, "And didn't stick around, they officially added you to the Rogue Hero list. You are now Rogue 049."

Brandon took another sip and motioned for them to sit in the living room. As he plopped in his chair, he said, "As I recall, this was part of your contingency plans. Even if I chose to save only one person, one time, with one super power, in today's interconnected world it wouldn't go unnoticed. They monitor everything, and even one breadcrumb will let them know there's a super in town.

"The problem is they've already connected quite a few dots." She pulled up her phone, "Obviously, they have you as 'Overweight white male in blue suit, powers= teleportation.' But also an addendum," She scrolled further, "Someone decided to take a closer look at, " She closed her eyes, "Huge Colossus. And in the file it reports "evidence of memory tampering."

She scrolled further, "Now your file is linked to multiple police cases in town, and their going over them with a fine tooth comb. They're noticing the perpetrators all have their memories tampered with, and that multiple powers have been reported." She looked up at him, "Someone is working on the puzzle, and we don't want them to solve it."

Brandon nodded, "So what's the plan?"

Hannah smiled, "We make them think they've solved the puzzle."

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The warehouse was dimly lit, but the men were moving in

a frenzied rush, packing boxes filled with stolen goods. Brandon, enormous in his blue suit, was gazing down from a nearby rooftop. He was larger than he'd been in a while, his belly the size of a small car. He rubbed his gut near his throbbing hard-on, not letting himself touch it, not daring to yet.

Finally, a lone police car appeared, a response to Hannah's anonymous and untraceable call. It slowly pulled to a stop at a safe distance, and two officers cautiously approached the warehouse. Brandon waited patiently, The offices had moved close enough to observe, and he could see them speaking quietly into their radio.

"Showtime," Brandon waved his hand, and a dumpster slammed into the side of the building, the bang echoing between the buildings. The men stopped what they were doing, grabbing guns as they did so.

The police officers retreated to their car, yet unseen by the men, who were fanning out with guns drawn. The officers took stance behind their car, guns drawn, and talking rapidly into their walkies. Just as one of the goons were about to see the police, Brandon waved a hand, and a copy of himself appeared next to one of the guys.

"Hi guys, having a fun time?" Before they could react, the copy of Brandon made a big show of winding up for a punch. Just as the illusion was about to make contact with the guy, Brandon used telekinesis to knock the guy backward. He fell backward, and his companions opened fire. Brandon dissolved the illusion, and made it appear somewhere else.

"Missed me," the illusion called out. The men turned and fired, but Brandon dissolved him and made him reappear somewhere else again. Brandon blinked his illusion in and out of existence, having him wave and taunt the gunman.

"Hey, we've got cops over here!" One of the gunman had finally noticed the patrol car. He raised his gun, the police tensed, and Brandon waved his hand again. The gunmen's arm dropped and he crumpled in on himself. The police looked around confused.

"Worry not, he is merely asleep." The officers turned to see a bald woman in a flowing purple robe walking serenely toward them. Brandon had this new illusion smile and give a small girlish wave. The police waved back.

This next part would be tricky, Brandon focused, ignoring the precum collecting in his suit. He had a gust of wind blow down the alley and had the womans robe rustle. As the officers blinked, Brandon used magnetism to rip the guns out of the goons hand and piled them on the ground. Another wave of his hand, and a skinny boy in a tight suit with goggles appeared.

"I believe you guys will know what to do with such dangerous toys." The boy grinned ear to ear. And with another wave, The fake Brandon appeared next to the other two.

"There ready for you." fake Brandon crossed his arms and smiled.

The woman in purple robes put her fingers to her temples and closed her eyes. Brandon focused hard, and one by one the goons layed down and went to sleep. He made a show of the woman panting with her hands on her knees.

"Are you alright?" one of the officers called.

"I'm fine, just a lot, that's all." There were sirens in the distance.

"Time to go," Fake Brandon held out his hands, and the two figures placed their hands in his.

"Wait!" one of the officers held out his hand, "Who are you?"

"Just some locals who want to protect our community officer." Brandon had them give one last smile before ending the illusion and they vanished.

Brandon had reached his limit. He swelled up even bigger and teleported himself to the middle of the desert. A flat expanse of nothing in the night, a full moon and stars lit the sand in a soft glow. He flicked his wrist and his suit disappeared, His massive voluptuous nude body glowing in the moonlight. He grabbed his dick, oozing white diamonds and pumped away. It was so painful, but it was also quick. With just a few thrusts and a roar, the first shot sailed into the distance, a meteor in the sky. More and more, his hand leaving his dick to hoist his belly to give it freedom. Then slowly, the thrusts diminished.

He stood there, massive and naked in the desert. His dick spent but his body glowing with pleasure. He lifted his belly up again and let it drop, watching it bounce and wave. He released his powers almost mournfully, as he shrank back down to stand alone. His belly swelled up just a little, and with a scatter of sand he vanished.