The Rotunder Chapter 3

Brandon rolled over and yawned. Saturday morning meant sleeping in, and he was going to enjoy every moment of it. He had no idea how it happened but this semester he was stuck with several 8am classes. He seriously considered next semester giving himself the power of luck and just embrace the beer belly and erection that came with it, but he didn’t know what would happen if/when he dropped the power. Would he have to endure an equal amount of bad luck? Was there a cosmic balance of fortune that had to be maintained? Or was proof of humans being born into wealth they didn’t earn proof that luck was simply a roll of the die?

He didn’t know. The downside of having so many powers was that he didn’t truly understand any of them. The first time he flew, he had landed too hard and twisted his ankle. Teleporting had taken four months before he could bring his cloths along. As for super speed, if Hannah hadn’t insisted he also be invulnerable, he wouldn’t be here right now. He had left a literal, looney tunes style, silhouette of his body through a brick wall. It had lasted a full ten seconds before physics caught up and the wall crumbled.

His phone buzzed. He picked up the phone to see Hannah’s face looking back at him. He tapped the screen and set it back down.

“Hello?” He snuggled his pillow tighter, sensing his time in bed may be coming to an end.

“I’ve been analyzing the fabric sample.” Hannah began, ‘good morning’ and ‘hello’ not in her vocabulary. “A lot of companies have been working on this concept, fabric for those with powers. My theory is that the puritanical roots in this country have left the major population of America not wanting to see superheroes naked five minutes into a fight.”

“Most Americans,” Brandon clarified, “ I would be more than happy to watch Captain Freedom go at it with the Red Knight.”

“However,” Hannah continued, “This fabric is similar to mine. The one I designed and constructed your blue suit with.”

Brandon rubbed his eyes, “And you are upset that someone may be getting as smart as you?”

“That is option A. This fabric is similar to mine. Too similar in fact.”

Brandon began to get a sense where this was going, “Option A?”

“Option A is that there is a fellow scientist somewhere who developed on their own a fabric to make clothes for supers that is not quite as good as mine.”

“I take it option B is that someone attempted to recreate your fabric.”

“Correct.”

“I’m gonna go ahead and assume this is not one of your marketable patents?”

“It is not.”

“So if its option B.” Brandon picked up his phone and focused. His blanket puffed up with his belly. He teleported from lying in bed to standing in front of his coffee maker. Pushing ‘on,’ he leaned against the kitchen counter as his belly shrank back. “Someone had access to your designs without your knowledge or permission.”

“That’s impossible.” Hannah stated this as an absolute fact.

“Impossible or Implausible?”

“Don’t throw big words at me Brandon, I know them all.”

“Hannah, I am literally turning on my coffeemaker. Just tell me how sure are you that the fabric was designed by another scientist and not someone reconstructing tech they stole from you?”

The coffee maker beeped. He pushed start and it started hissing. The cup had finished filling before she responded.

“I am 94.63% sure another scientist designed this fabric on their own.”

Brandon added a bunch of cream and sugar to the coffee, bringing the mocha colored liquid up to the brim. He focused and his belly protruded once more. The coffee floated up, slowly and steadily, into the air towards his face.

“I take it the rest of the day we will be dealing with that nasty little 6%?”

“5.37%”

“God Hannah, let me end on a cool line,” He took a tiny sip from the floating mug, “I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

-

Hannah’s fingers were flying across the keyboard. Her home workstation had a giant monitor in the middle with two smaller ones on either side. Brandon’s’ fingers were flying across his phone in his usual chair where he was accustomed to sitting quietly and not touching anything.

“Will you stop playing candy crush? I’m trying to concentrate.”

Brandon slipped his phone in his pocket and shoved his hands under his armpits. “So where too?”

Hannah finished typing. “You’ll be heading to my fathers company branch here in town. I have a workstation there I sometimes use when I need more materials than what I keep here. 6 months ago, over my objections, the company had a massive update to our software. It’s nothing close to what I have, but I have connected my personal devices to my work computer.”

“So this could be the weak spot?”

“It’s at the top of my list so far, not to mention I noticed something strange.” She clicked and brought up a screen, “during nights, my computer station seems to be using about 10 watts per hour more than the others. And this increase started about 4 months ago.”

“Yeah,” Brandon nodded, “Worth a look.”

-

Brandon drove, and hated every moment of it. When you have the ability to teleport instantly to your destination, every other form of travel becomes a slow torture. Pulling into a visitor spot, he glared at the walk across the beautiful landscape towards the front of entrance of the sleek glass building.

“Stop glaring.”

Brandon touched his earpiece, “How can you see me? Did they update the cameras too?” He eyes them from the car.

“No. I know your glaring since your mad about driving.”

Brandon frowned.

“Stop frowning.”

Brandon took a deep breath, and let it out to the count of five. He grabbed his backpack and shoved the car door open. Slamming it shut, he started to walk.

Four agonizing minutes later, he was in a beautiful reception area, the desks dark mahogany tone blending in beautifully to the white marble floor. The man behind the counter looked up.

“Brandon! Hey now, it’s been a minute.”

“Hi Dave, how’re your kids?”

“Doing great. Nathan’s lacrosse team is going to nationals.” Dave handed over Brandon’s visitor pass, “Where’s Hannah?”

“She’s busy, I’m playing errand boy.”

“Cool, have fun.” Dave nodded and went back to his computer. Brandon walked the familiar path through the building until glass doors opened to the research and development floor. A few people working there briefly glanced up from their work before nodding and returning their focus.

“Hannah, I’m here.”

“Blink your left eye five times in a row to activate the lens.”

“Why’d you make it five times? Why not six?”

“Just do it.”

Brandon blinked. A small blue light flashed across his eye before disappearing.

“Should I be seeing screens or pop up windows or something?”

“No, this is just so I can now see what you’re seeing.”

Brandon sighed and shook his head

“Don’t do that! It jars my screen!”

“Just tell me what to do!” Brandon hissed through his teeth.

“Plug in my tablet to the desktop.”

I pulled out her tablet and looked for an outlet.

“It’ll be under the desk.”

Brandon sighed, but kept his head still. He got down to his knees and looked for the harddrive.

“Wait stop!”

Brandon froze.

“Back to the wires.”

He turned his head and looked at the tangled mess of cords.

“There are eight black cords there when there should be seven.”

“You saw that with one look?”

“Your photographic memory, Brandon, is temporary. Mine is permanent.”

“Technically, my photographic memory only works from the time I start using it, so it’s pretty useless.

“Shut up. Third cord from the left. Tell me what you can about it.”

Brandon reached out to grab it. Taking a deep breath, He focused.

X-ray vision…electromagnetism.

His belly grew to press into the floor. Ass pushing against his pants, before his clothing readjusted to its new width. To his joy, he felt dick snaked its way down his pants.

Hoping no one was paying too much attention to him, Brandon looked with new eyes. Everything was in different shades, He could suddenly look through walls like staring at the glass in a window and then through the window. The cord in his hands suddenly felt like he as holding onto a hose with water running though it. He pushed the faintest power in and felt the water’s flavor. He watched as it zig-zagged through the floors before stopping in a small bundle of energy far below him.

“The cord is connected to another computer in the…south-southwest corner of the building’s basement.”

“Go.”

-

The elevator door opened and Brandon remembered he should go right. Even down here everything was neat and clean. As he walked his motion activated the lights and they illuminated his path before him.

“Cameras?”

“Already in a loop.” His ear piece was clear as a bell, evidence of the power of Hannah’s tech.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t have keys.” Brandon thought Intangible and his belly poked out. He made a beeline for the door he guessed was the one he was looking for when a janitor came around the corner pushing a cart.

“Uh, bathroom?”

Without pausing, the janitor nodded over this shoulder.

“Thanks.” Brandon walked right past the door. Turning the corner, he checked back to make sure the janitor wasn’t looking, then walked right back through the wall. Everything was dark, and then he arrived.

The boiler room had several water heaters lined up in a row. Pipes lead away into the walls, and a large control panel sat next to a desk along the wall. At first glance, it looked like the computer was part of the control panel. As Brandon approached, however, he could see no cords connecting the two.

“Plug me in.” Hannah barked in his ear. Brandon already had her tablet and the cord in hand. A few minutes passed in silence.

“Need anything else from me?”

Silence.

“Hannah?”
“She can’t hear you.”

Brandon whipped around. Standing in the doorway was the janitor he had passed earlier. He was big. Muscles coiled in his arms. His tan uniform was unbuttoned at the top for his wide, muscular neck.

Brandon could not believe he had ignored such an imposing figure. Then it hit him.

“You’re using her cloaking device, the same one she uses in class.”

“Smart boy,” the janitor took a step forward. “I’d close the door to lock you in here, but doors and walls don’t seem to slow you down. And yeah, they set me up with quite a few goodies in case anyone ever came down here. Including this,” He held up a switch in his hand. “In case you feel like walking through walls again, I should mention there are some neurotoxin dispensers in the air ducts. So I suggest you stick around, unless you want to turn a lot of kids into orphans.”

Brandon’s mind was racing, “Who’s they?”

“Cute, trying to stall for time,” The man took another step, “but I’m gonna have to ask you to hold still and hold solid for a moment,” He reached into a pocket and brought out a syringe. “It’s time for a nap.”

Brandon moved fast. He couldn’t grow fat in front of him, he might freak out and hit the switch. Carefully, he dropped the power of intangibility and gave himself the power of telepathy with only a slight rippled of his body. Looking right at the guy he focused, and mentally ordered him to stop moving.

The guy frowned, “Do you have a telepath nearby? Are they trying to get in my head?” He held up the switch. “Order them to come in here. NOW!”

Brandon froze. Then he glanced at the doorway. The guy followed his gaze. The second he turned his head, Brandon thought speed. As his body swelled, he moved in a blur. Brandon was suddenly standing next to the door, and bumped it close with his body as the man finished turning his head.

“What the-“ The man looked back and forth, “You’re a speedster too?! And did you get fatter?”

Brandon held up the switch in his hand, “You’re the one who’s going to give me answers.”

The guy smirked, “Good luck getting me to talk.”

“Did I say talk?” Brandon held up his other hand, showing the telepathy blockers he had pulled from his ear.

“Oh shi-“ the man began before Brandon got him. He was suddenly standing peacefully, a dull expression on his face. Brandon quickly scanned his mind. He stepped forward and reached into his breast pocket and pulled out something that looked like an ordinary pen. He clicked it three times.

“BRANDON, COME IN BRANDON!”

“Easy Hannah, I’m fine.” He gave her a quick summary.

“Whoever is stealing my designs is going to regret the day they were born.” There was a silence, and then a long breath out.

“Emotions, after helping me clarify my goal, will no longer serve me. Brandon, I will need some time scanning this computer. I’m turning my radio silent, buzz me if you need me.”

Brandon turned his own down. he wandered back over to the zonked out janitor. Given how many powers Brandon had pulled, he was now eye to eye with the guy. He stripped him of his watch, and began searching him for more gadgets. He felt his chest pockets, noticing how large and firm his pecks were. Pushing aside his own throbbing erection, Brandon found a gun in a holster at the small of the guys back. Resisting the desire to feel his ass, Brandon squatted down and felt the guys ankles, and found a small knife.

“Jesus. What are you, the whole swat team?” Brandon moved up his legs and saw he had something strapped to his thigh. Placing his hand on it, he quickly realized it wasn’t that kind of weapon. The man was sporting wood, a side effect of the dream state Brandon was keeping him in no doubt, and its thickness reached down to his thigh. Brandon kept feeling it, and his passion grow overpowering.

One hand massaging that cannon, Brandon fumbled with his pants. Dropping them around his ankles, Brandon turned and walked to the wall. He grabbed onto the pipes, and focused his telepathy to tweak the dream the janitor was in.

The guy blinked. “Hey baby, Damn, that ass is nasty.”

“What do you say, big boy.” Brandon shook his ass, “Can you give this bitch what she needs?”

“Don’t worry baby, I got everything you need right here.” He sauntered over to Brandon, fumbling with his belt buckle. Freeing the beast, he lined up his hips and shoved it right in. Brandon cried out.

“Shut up bitch, you like it.”

Brandon bit his tongue and made light moaning noises as he felt himself being stretched open. This guy knew he had a big dick and was well acquainted with it. He thrust himself in and out, in and out, changing the angle that he did occasional so he was hitting all sorts of spots. Brandon was in utter ecstasy, pushing against the wall to match each plunge. The slapping sounds created echoed around the enclosed space.

Of course the guy would hit his limit first. With a moan, he thrust himself deep and locked their hips together. Brandon felt the pulsing, throbbing deep inside him as his guts were sprayed with the mans’ cum. After a minute, he felt him slip out. “More,” Brandon moaned to himself, loathing the emptiness left by the mans removal. “I need more.” Brandon thought Lust. His belly dipped closer to the floor and his ass widened. He focused on the man behind him, and shoved desire into him.

“Damn, baby. You really turn me on.” The man rubbed his throbbing hard-on. “Haven’t been able to do this since I was sixteen.” Grabbing Brandon’s hips once again, he roughly shoved it in all at once; failing to notice how the angle was slightly higher now and there was more ass for him to grab. Lubricated by his previous load, he returned to his previous tempo with sweat now glistening between the two of them. Brandon could only focus on his own need, his plump dick and balls swinging wildly between his legs like a fruit tree in a storm.

With another cry, the man spasmed against Brandon. Slipping out, the man stumbled with his pants around his ankle, and wound up on his bare ass on the concrete floor. “Damn girl, “ he panted, “That was the best fuck I’ve ever-“

Brandon used his superspeed, and the next second was sitting reverse cowgirl on top of him, a whopping noise let him know he had just knocked all the air out of the man.

“MORE!”

Brandon shoved desire into him again, and his dick stood up like a flag pole.

“C’mon baby girl. Daddy needs a breather.”

Ignoring him, Brandon reached behind and inserted him in. He started rocking back and forth, feeling the man hold on weakly to his hips. One hand reached around his now substantial gut to wrapped around his own throbbing member, Brandon focused and felt it coming hard and fast.

“GAAAAAANNNNNNNNRAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

With a bellow, Brandon fired an explosive white shot that splattered against the wall. Two, three more followed in rapid succession and volume before finally decreasing until the tenth and final shot sputtered out before his dick went limp and oozing.

Brandon paused to catch his breath, and seized on his moment of clarity. He released his powers, shrinking back down in size and shape. He slowly stood up and turned to survey the damage. The man was lying flat on his back with his hands out to either side. His dick lay limp against his hip amidst various fluids that coated his stomach to his thighs. He breathed hard, and was looking up at Brandon. He looked a little dazed, but his eyes were now clear.

“How,” he coughed, “How many powers do you have?”

Brandon paused to reflect. “All of them.” He replied, surprising himself as he did so.

The man paled, “What?”

“I have access to any power I want,” Brandon said as he pulled up his pants. “When I do so, I gain weight. Hannah’s latest theory is that since my body wasn’t ‘made’ with that power, I need more body mass in order to channel it's energy. The more powers I draw from, the bigger I get. And when I do get a power, I feel overwhelming pleasure. This pleasure only increases the more powers I pull.” He finished buckling his pants.

The man now lay limp from shock, “How…many powers…can you have at one time?”

Brandon looked down at him, “We don’t know the answer to that question. And it’s the one that keeps Hannah up at night. You see, I’m addicted to my powers, that feeling of pleasure. The thought of pushing to find that limit is one that both terrifies me and excites me beyond anything. And you,” Brandon took a step towards him; he scurried backwards, his bare ass scraping against the floor, “You were stealing from the one person who is helping me. You were stealing,” Brandon crouched down and glared directly into his eyes, “From a girl who’s keeping the world safe.”

The man was speechless, “I…I didn’t.”

“You didn’t know who you were stealing from, you just knew you were stealing.” Brandon stood back up, his belly swelled back out again, his pants pitching a tent. “I know.”

-

“Brandon, you there?”

“I’m here.”

“I got what I needed.”

“Roger that,” Brandon unplugged the tablet, “I’m all set here.”

“Now for the janitor, you need to-”

“Already taken care of,” Brandon hoisted the bag on his back. “He’s forgotten everything, and I got a lot from him. Moving forward, he’s going to resume his normal day-to day activities, reporting everything as normal, not to mentioned sending us anything that he thinks is important to that email account you set up a while back.” Brandon looked down at the man who was crawling on his hands and knees.

“Fine, remember to bring all his tech.”

“See you soon, Han-Han,” Brandon clicked his radio off.

“You’ll resume your normal life,” Brandon said to him as he turned to leave, “right after you finish cleaning up that mess with your tongue.”