The Rotunder Chapter 4

Brandon told Hannah that under no circumstances was he to be disturbed before noon. Hannah said she would be too busy to contact him before 1pm and that he should mind his own business and not use his powers until then. So Brandon's Sunday morning started with an hour in bed before teleporting to the kitchen to start his coffee.

After enjoying a big bowl of cheerios, it was time for homework. Brandon sat at his desk naked, turning his laptop on. Extending his interlaced fingers for a quick stretch, he focused. Gaining the power of technokinesis, he reached over his expanded gut to touch his computer, his chair pressing into his love handles. In this day and age, so much of college was online, and so much of it was repetitive. At his touch, his mind connected with the laptop the screen flashed as windows opened and closed. In less than a minute, he had completed weekly online modules, written three 4-page papers, and had participated in two online chat rooms for "participation credit".

Brandon manged to finish before his dick had even grown fully hard. With a sigh, he released his powers and shrank back down. Standing up, he glanced at the clock, seeing he still had most of the morning left. Not wanting to stay inside, he figured a little patrolling would get him some fresh air. He extracted his watch from his crumpled pants pocket from the floor. His blue suit wrapped around him like a glove, he focused; Flight, invisibility, teleportation. Before he had even finished swelling up, he vanished from sight and teleported above his apartment building. Maintaining his invisibility, he dropped teleportation, something a younger him wouldn't have bothered with.

He floated up gently, hovering no more than three stories above ground level. He didn't have a destination in mind; all he had was aimless drift. It occurred to him that he was just like an advertising blimp: large, round, and unacknowledged. He reached down around his gut to scratch his throbbing erection, but that's all he wanted to do with it at the moment. He floated down the street, following his route to campus. Nothing happening there, so he picked up the pace and made his way downtown to the site of the super battle. The street had been cleaned up, lamp-poles stood straight and tall, and storefronts reflected sunlight off of brand new glass. It was as if it never happened.

While peaceful, the calmness of floating around gave himself time to reflect. And seeing people walk on the sidewalk, where Brandon remembered a member of SWAT desperately trying to chip the ice off of a comrades frozen arm, brought out his old anger. Why did it take The Champions so long to get there? Why did it seem like they were doing more and more publicity lately and less heroing? Hannah had told him it was cheaper and more effective to promote their presence to deter crime, but Brandon had never liked that excuse. They had so much power and abilities, yet all they did was run their instagram accounts until the next supervillian popped up like it was some game of whack-a-mole. He thought back to the psychic who was stealing that car, and causing the owner pain just because he could. Would that psychic have even registered as a supervillan, or would it be considered little more than a car jacking, no different than if he used a gun or a baseball bat.

Would his brother have even bothered?

A bird collided with Brandon's head. Shaking himself, he saw that it was spiraling down into traffic. He dropped like a rock, catching it before it was low enough in the cars. he shot up  and looked around. Spotting a nook in a large "A" in a sign, he floated over and gently placed the bird out of the sun until it recovered.

He had enough, he wanted to fight and/or fuck something. He swooped up higher and higher, until he was looking down over the city. The wind whipped around him, finding nothing to grab on his sleek, round form. He focused, Telepathy, supervision, echolocation, super computation. Brandon felt his mind, and body, expand. Now he was a literal blimp, hovering above the city. It was joyous. His mind blossomed; all he heard with his mind and ears, and everything he could see with his heightened senses, was processed even as they reached further and further.

Soon, it was as if the city was a part of him. The people walking around the park may as well have been walking in the palm of his hand. If he wanted to focus on them, all he had to do was bring his palm up to his eyes to examine. His senses explored the rolling hills presented before him, a flash of customers in line for coffee, a group of joggers, a couple having what seemed like a hot, sweaty time in their bedroom. The woman seemed to be having a nice time with all the screaming.

Brandon focused. He heard lots of different screams. Sex screaming, excited screaming, frustration screaming.

Screams of fear.

He was barreling through the sky like a cannonball, storm force winds created in the wake of his enormous passage. He pulled more powers in, strength, invulnerability and speed. So many powers, he was growing in size and his dick was like a scuba tank strapped to his thigh. His head was swimming, he was going to drown in the pleasure. But the life preserve keeping Brandon sober was the telepathy giving him pristine awareness of how small and helpless and terrified this monster was making her feel. And how much he was enjoying every moment of her terror.

He knew the direction they were in, but he needed to pinpoint their exact location. He saw her hand scramble against a wooden floor as she struggled, He heard his dark chuckles echo out an open window against a concrete building. His dark desire a flame, burning brightly, guiding Brandon right too him.

With a crash, Brandon slammed through the second story of the abandoned building. Before either of them could register the sound, Brandon's telepathy had put them both to sleep. His size doing too much structural damage, the building began to creak. Brandon grabbed each of them in one hand, cradled them against his chest, and burst out the other side of the building, already to the nearest hospital before it finished falling to the ground. Brandon gently set her down outside the ER, and then flew up into the sky, heading for a huge warehouse sector by the airport.

He dropped the man and he crunched against the blinding white gravel stones. Brandon hovered and gently put his weight against the rooftop, testing it's strength as he released several powers, shrinking down. As the man stirred, he released invisibility and appeared on the rooftop beside him.

The man sat up, raising his hand against the sunlight and looking around. It took him a couple moments to register Brandon, and when he did, he laughed. "Damn, didn't know they made superheros in your size."

"A fat joke, really" Brandon spoke without uncrossing his arms, "I catch you mid-rape and that's all you have to say for yourself?"

"I have no idea what your talking about."

Brandon pointed down. The man finally noticed his pants were still around his ankles. He grinned, and stood up to buckle his belt. Brandon just stood and watched from behind his mask.

"Big scary bloke, aren't ya?" The man fixed his belt, glancing Brandon up and down as he did so. Finished, he raised his arms out to the side with a shit-eating grin. "Welp, what are we doin' now?"

"I haven't decided your fate yet." Brandon grumbled in his deep chest.

The man put his hands on his hips. "Look, you hero fucks are all the same. All you're gonna do is drop me off at the po-po, and I spend a little time behind bars. Then therapy, a social worker, a parole officer, and I'm out again. Same as last time when Wild Patriot pinched me."

Brandon's whole body went still. "The Wild Patriot caught you?"

"Not catch exactly," the man went on, missing the change in tone in Brandon's voice, "He was out at the same bar I was at, and wouldn't ya know it, if he hadn't needed to step into that alleyway to take a piss at the same time I was having some fun with a brunette." His face relaxed in enjoyment at the memory, "She had great tits. Anyway, he seemed ticked off his evening was in the shitter, saying he'll have to go all the way downtown and paperwork and what not. But he finished his piss and then punches my lights out. Next thing I know, I'm in the slammer."

He chuckled. Brandon did not move.

"I'm not with The Champions."

The man stopped chuckling, and his smiled faltered just a little. "What?"

"I said I'm not with The Champions," Brandon continued, switching out some powers for others, the sun too bright in the mans eyes to see any change in him. "My powers aren't exactly...television friendly."

Brandon took a step; the man took a step back in response. Brandon raised his hand and drew it slowly across his chest, while licking his lips.

"What," the man coughed and swallowed, "what power do you have?"

"Well," Brandon pretended to think, "It's kinda like what you do. However," He gave a truly wicked grin,"it makes you want it."

The man's eyes widened when Brandon hit him with lust. He doubled over, clutching himself. Brandon tapped his watch; his blue suit receded until it became a long sleeve t-shirt. Naked from the waist down, his raging hard-on waved in the breeze under his protruding belly.

The man looked up at the sight before him, and longing filled his face. He stumbled across the roof, reaching for Brandon for salvation. When close, he collapsed in front of Brandon, reaching up to cradle the enormous dick brandishing before him.

"Oh god." The man moaned and licked his lips. "It's a fucking horse cock. This is what I've always wanted." He began to drool, both hands wrapped around Brandon's dick, grubbing at the cockhead, desperately trying to get more of Brandon's cock into him. The desire holding his mind and body in place, the man's body took over. Brandon watched as his oversized dick rub precum all over the mans face until he was slimed. It slide over his shoulder, and he rested his cheek against, gasping. Brandon still had flight, and he gently reclined backwards in the air until he hovered low on the roof, and spread his legs wide as his dick swayed like a palm tree. The man had followed it, stepping back only to tear off his cloths as fast as possible, and then bear hugged it, pressing his body as close as possible.

"It's so big." He moaned, squatting up and down to stroke Brandon's shaft.

"Yeah, you're damn right it's big," Brandon floated with his hands behind his head. "Biggest cock you ever sucked, right? SAY IT!"

"Biggest cock I ever sucked."

"BIGGEST COCK I EVER SUCKED SIR!"

"BIGGEST COCK I EVER SUCKED SIR, YES SIR!"

"That's better!" Brandon leaned back to relax and enjoyed the sensation. "Your a good little cock whore aren't ya?'

"Yes sir," the man's eyes were closed as he started humping, "I'm a good little cockwhore."

"Good boy," Brandon started breathing faster. "Its the best cock you'll ever suck, right?"

"The best cock, the only cock for me, sir." the man was humping faster, and the vibration was pushing Brandon closer. "I don't want any other cock sir, only yours!"

"Do you want my cum, cockslut!?" Brandon could feel it coming.

"Yes sir! I want it sir!" The man pulled back and pulled Brandon's dick down so he was looking into it. "Give it to me sir, please!"

Brandon roared. He felt his balls compress with the shot that exploded out of him. He felt the man hold on for a couple shots, then he fell off. Brandon continued to shoot great arcs of white into the sky for another minute. Finally, his massive tool lay limp against his thigh.

Brandon floated himself upright to assess the scene. The man was lying on his back in a puddle of cum. He was completely soaked in it. His shirt and hair were plastered to his skin. And he must have tried to swallow as much as he could, as his belly was swollen.

Brandon gazed down at him in disdain. He focused and shoved lust into the man again. He twitched, but lay still. Brandon tried again; the man twitched again but then fell silent.

"Is it because he just came or because he's unconscious?" Brandon asked himself. Then he shook his head. He gazed down at the man, considering to just leave him to bake and having his dehydrated corpse found days later.

Brandon made an audible groan. Quickly gaining the power of weather and water manipulation, a tiny cloud appeared above the roof and started to rain. Brandon aimed all the water on the man to rinse him off. Cleaned up as best he could, he put a psychic prompt for him to confess to the police. One quick invisible teleportation and the man was lying on the sidewalk in front of the police station with his pants nowhere to be found. Brandon hovered over him, invisible, until a couple officers emerged from the station. As soon as they did, he was gone in a gust of wind.