The Rotunder Chapter 2

As the giant finished his chuckling, Brandon took in a deep breath and thought, ‘Size manipulation.’ He felt his belly strain with the added power before his suit kicked in and readjusted. I wonder if Hannah foresaw this situation, Brandon thought, giving his wrist a little shake. He then realized what he said. Of course she did.

Focusing on his new ability, he found himself starting to grow. Unlike before when his body changed shape, he grew like the giant did with the same proportions. His blue suit grew with him, covering everything that was growing. The Giant, who had stopped laughing, clearly did not like where this was heading. He stepped forward and, swinging a foot the size of a car, kicked Brandon hard in his chest and sent him flying backwards.

“Can’t get bigger if you’re bashed in, fucker!” The giant’s voice was louder now, sounding like a bullhorn, echoing in the sand that surrounded them. Brandon thankful that he had given himself invulnerability, caught himself in midair and hovered. He drifted back to the Giant giving myself time to complete his transformation. Now it was the Giant who fell into shadow of Brandon, his size now would look the Giant in the eye if they were both on the ground.

“Anything you want to say?” Brandon asked, now his voice booming, arms crossed on top of his massive belly.

“Fuc-“ The giant started to say before being interrupted as Brandon came down like a meteor and tackled him to the ground, a massive wave of earth and sand erupting into the sky. The Giant surprised Brandon by using a judo flip, using his momentum to roll him all the way off of him. Of course, flips and throws mean very little on someone who can fly, and Brandon simply rolled in the air and landed on his feet. The Giant came charging in again; Brandon reached in for his super speed and in a massive blue blur hit the giant belly first who flew a football field backwards. He was nothing but a massive tumble of flesh and sand before landing flat on his back. Before he could even groan, Brandon teleported just above him and with an thump! landed on the giant ass first, crushing him into the desert sand.

The Giant’s colorful swears were lost into the emptiness surrounding them. Brandon let him do his best to thrash around for a bit; sitting with his arms crossed, staring down at the angry face between his legs.

“You done yet?”

“Fuck you you fat fucking faggot I bet you like this you fucker does this get you off you fuck!”

“I’ll take that as a no. And as a matter of fact…” Brandon reached down behind him to grab between the Giant’s legs, “Yeah, I like this a lot. Can you keep thrashing around down there,” Brandon reached for his own crotch with his other hand. His body pulsing with pleasure at using his powers, his now monstrous dick spang to life at his gentle touch, “I need to take care of something.”

“FUCK YOU!” The giant thrashed harder than ever. But it was futile. In fact, the squirming and moving around down there was pushing Brandon even further. His tree-sized dick strained against the blue fabric, begging for release. With a flick of his wrist, the fabric shifted to create a hole and his dick sprung out, swinging in the desert sunlight.

That was all he needed. His dick exploded like a cannon, and the first shot arched like a white rainbow. Brandon’s mind went blank as his butts clenched and shot after shot fired out to glaze the sand. Vaguely, the giant making some noise, but Brandon ignored it. As the shots waned, he slowly came back to his senses. The last one made it just over the Giant’s shoulder, who flinched in the opposite direction as far as he could.

Brandon’s dick stayed hard. With his powers still running through him, he still felt pleasure, but for the moment he was satisfied. He looked down around his dick at the giant, who was staring up at him livid with his teeth clenched.

“How ya doin’ down there?”

“FUCK YOU!”

“Is putting the idea of fucking in my mind really a good idea at this point?” Brandon asked. The giant glared up at him, but there was that small look of fear in his eyes.

“I thought so.” Brandon leaned down,“ And I don’t like you, so here’s what’s going to happen.” It almost looked like his dick was a microphone he was speaking into. “ We’re gonna go back, and you are going to surrender to the police, and you are going to convince your friends to surrender as well. And if you don’t” His dick swayed like a palm tree, “Well, we’re gonna take another trip to the desert, understand?”

The giant nodded. Brandon grinned down at him. “Right, let me tuck away this monster.” He wrestled his dick back into his suit and sealed his suit back over it. “One other thing,” he reached down and tore a piece of fabric off from the giant’s shorts.

“Ok, now shrink back down.”
 “You first fucker.”

Brandon rolled his eyes and started to reach back towards his crotch. He felt himself start to sink, and he floated up to hover as the giant shrank beneath him. Brandon joined him as he was floating, so they both returned to their normal size at the same time. As Brandon floated down, he found he still towered over the giant who barely came up to his chest.

“Okay little buddy,” Brandon leaned down and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Here we go.”

The desert disappeared and was instantly replaced by the city. Brandon blinked and looked around. It was the same spot they left, but it was no longer a war zone. There were police officers, EMT’s, caution tape all around.

“Hey, who are you?” an all too familiar voice called.

Brandon inwardly groaned. He looked up for the briefest of moments. Taking steps toward him was the caped crusader himself, Captain Freedom, giving a look of surprise and a little disgust as he took in Brandon’s voluptuous form. Behind him, he took in other caped superheroes that made up The Champions.

But it was only for a moment. Brandon did not stay long enough, and the moment his hand lifted from the now normal sized giant, he teleported away. Back to the emptiness of the desert they had fought, he raised his thumb up to his mouth. Biting hard on his thumb, he felt the deflating sensation as he shrank back down and his powers left him. Soon, Brandon was back to himself in his blue suit in the middle of the desert. Switching from biting his thumb to blowing, he swelled just a little as he focused.

Teleporting, flying….STOP

Cradling his smaller gut, he teleported back to the bathroom stall. Floating up to get his backpack, he changed and was just able to squeeze into his street clothes. From there, the bathroom stall disappeared, and he was suddenly in his room. Tossing his backpack on the bed, he bit his thumb again and his cloths were suddenly less constricting. Plopping down on his desk, he pulled out his phone to see multiple texts and missed calls from Hannah.

He hit call and put it on speaker and placed it on his desk. “Hi Han-Han”
 “Don’t you Han-han me, what’s you’re excuse this time?”

“Bullying.”

“I’m still waiting for a good reason.”

“Bullying is a good enough reason.”

“Bullying is a part of life, people need to deal with it.”

“Not to me, plus” Brandon stepped on whatever Hannah was going to say next, “The guy had some fabric that formed to his size, just like my suit. I grabbed a piece if you’re interested.”

The phone was silent for a moment. “Bring it to me now, teleport.”

“What’s that about not using powers?”

“NOW!”
 Brandon put his thumb in his mouth. Seconds later, his cloths were tight around the middle and he was standing in Hannah’s apartment. He knew to teleport just inside the front door to avoid hitting anything. Hannah’s place was crowded with computers and tables, numerous machinery in various states of completion were crowed around. Hannah was waiting for him and as soon as he appeared, she held out her hand.

Giving it to her, she immediately held it up to her face, she added casually, “ The Champions were there.”

“Yes,” I replied, no trace of emotion in my voice, “They were.”

“Did you see your brother?”

“Only Captain Freedom,” I replied stoneface, “Don’t think anyone else saw me. Anything else, ok, goodnight.”

I teleported away before she could reply.