The Rainbow Revengers

[6 word request: Bioweapon Targeting Gays Backfires, Creates Superheroes]

The massive automaton known as the Grinder stomped through the thriving metropolis known as Turington. Two massive cannons rotated around its tank-shaped midsection, while eight segmented legs moved the giant metallic monstrosity around like a spider. The clear dome on top seemed to house the robot’s central computer, guiding it around as it fired out energy blasts that leveled buildings.

“This block of the city is evacuated!” announced the superhero known as All-American. The stalwart man filled out his rainbow-colored spandex uniform with large, powerful muscles. His impressive, superhuman physique was topped off by a chiseled jaw, a dashingly handsome face and long blonde hair--but the hero’s good looks were no help against the destructive machine. “We are ordering you for the final time to stand down before you are destroyed!”

The Grinder focused one of its cannons at the hero, who proudly thrust his big chest at the machine, unafraid despite its size and destructive capabilities.

SCANNING… TARGET ACQUIRED… TERMINATION IMMINENT…

The cannon lit up with powerful energy, but just before it fired, a white blur streaked across the street--TOP SPEED, the newest of the Rainbow Revengers, running at sound-barrier-breaking speeds--knocked All-American out of the line of fire. Where the blonde hunky hero was standing was just a smoldering crater.

“Thank you,” All-American said to the young speedster, whose mohawk was dyed white to match the rest of his armored costume. “But I’m invulnerable. That blast posed no threat to me.”

Top Speed wiped some ash from his visor. “Maybe not,” he said with a smirk, “but what about your costume? We can’t have our team leader fighting crime out here with his manhood swinging around, can we?” He gave All-American’s tightly packed groin a nudge before speeding away.

A large puddle in the street suddenly rose up into human form, coalescing into the shape-shifting hero known as GOGO. The maroon-skinned metamorph took a look at the massive machine before leaping into the air.

“I’ve about had it with this nonsense,” Gogo said as his body melted like hot wax. His gelatinous form reshaped into a massive squid that latched onto the Grinder’s left cannon. The massive, powerful tentacles squeezed until the cannon snapped off the Grinder’s vibrating torso.

The Grinder let loose a blast from its remaining cannon, shattering a section of building. The six-story structure started to topple, but All-American was airborne immediately. The hero flew to the building and grabbed it, supporting all of its mass with his super-strength.

“Flamer!” All-American called. “I think some temporary ice supports may be needed over here.”

On the street, the well-built redhead known as the Flamer used his temperature altering powers to super-chill the air around the base of the crumbling building. With some exertion, he formed frost, then solid ice that spread up and around the base of the building, supporting it--at least for the moment.

“TERMINATION IMMINENT!” screeched the Grinder. Flamer chuckled as the metal beast scuttled toward him.

“I agree, but not in the way you mean!” Flamer said. He blew the metal monster a kiss before thrusting out his hands, blasting a wave of flames that engulfed the machine’s robotic legs. It tried to scuttle away but Flamer cranked up the heat. The pavement beneath it melted before its legs did, and the machine sank into the molten tar, trapped.

The machine struggled to regain mobility, the circuitry in its clear down-skull flashing and shifting as it tried to work out a solution. “ERROR… MOBILITY HINDERED… REROUTING SYSTEMS… ERROR… ERROR…”

Flamer raised a fist, ready to project more heat, but then he felt the ground beneath him shaking. “Well, it’s about time the big man showed up,” he said as URSA MAJOR, a 6’10” 800 pound hulking brute stomped forward, his freakishly inhuman muscles clad only in a leather harness.

Ursa Major roared as he leapt through the air, but the Grinder rotated its midsection, aiming its remaining cannon at the nearly half-ton man, letting loose a blast of force energy that sent out a shockwave when it stopped Ursa Major in his tracks. Every window within a quarter mile suddenly shattered. Had Flamer not worn his protective helmet, he would have suffered brain damage. As it was, he wiped a trickle of blood from his nose and wondered when the ringing in his ears would die.

“Hey! Big dumb and mechanical!” shouted Top Speed as he stopped mid-supersprint in front of the Grinder, waving his arms and shouting. “You want a target? I’ll make it easy for you!”

“TERMINATION IMMINENT…” the machine screeched. “TARGET ACQUIRED… LOCKING ON…”

“Just what I wanted to hear!” Top Speed shouted, shunting himself ten feet to the right. As teh cannon locked on him again, he sped away, now behind the Grinder. It struggled to keep up with him, but every time it took aim, he was speeding away.

“Thattaboy!” Ursa Major roared, dusting himself off from the point-blank concussive blast he had just survived. He leapt into the air again, but this time the Grinder was too distracted to fire back. On top of the machine, Ursa Major snapped off the cannon, then swung it down on its glass-domed “brain”--but the cannon smashed before the dome did.

As Ursa Major’s rage started to flare, All-American flew into view. “Ursa Major!” he shouted. “Stand down! I’ll finish it off!” The Rainbow Revengers’ leader shot into the air like a rocket, flying high into the atmosphere, before changing direction and hurtling down, at top speeds, into the Grinder. The impact shattered the machine easily, resulting in an explosion that knocked all of the Revengers clear.

As the smoke cleared, All-American trudged through the flames to where the remains of the Grinder were.

“I think you got it!” Gogo said, reshaping into his “normal” form--a lean, beautiful man with a huge pair of glutes. “Let’s call it a day!”

“Have to… be sure…” All-American said, using his superhuman vision to see through the smoke and chaos. Sure enough, the remains of the Grinder were starting to reconstitute themselves.

“I’ve got this one!” Flamer called. The smoldering ginger winked at All-American just before the air around the Grinder’s remains became superheated. A moment later, the temperature dropped to absolute zero, flash-freezing the reshaping technology.

Ursa Major took a look down at the brittle, frozen remains and stomped down, shattering them.

*

As usual, the Revengers celebrated their victory by attending Kinsey Station, a private, underground bar in the “gay” section of town. The well-built bouncer nodded as he let each of them in.

“He’s one of us, isn’t he?” Flamer asked Gogo as they entered.

“Not sure if you mean ‘playing for the pink team’ or ‘spandex-wearing superhero’ but yes, darling, you’re right on both accounts,” Gogo said as he turned back and winked at the brick shithouse of a man. “I think he’s got density control powers, I believe. Can turn his body to diamond maybe? But if I get my hands on him, he’ll be warm taffy…”

“Happy Pride month,” All-American said to the bouncer as they entered. Ursa Major said the same thing. Top Speed looked around, confused, but followed behind the others.

At the bar, Ursa Major had a seat in the reinforced stool--built to hold a man of his massive stature. When not in “battle mode” Ursa Major’s body was only 6’5” and 325 pounds. Still a mountainous man, a spike in his adrenaline would make him instantly double in size. Because of that, the bartenders knew to keep his beers flowing and the conversation light.

“What’s this about ‘Pride Month’?” Top Speed asked as he sipped his vodka tonic.

“For someone with powers like yours,” Gogo said snidely, downing his cosmo in two gulps, “you sure are slow as shit.” The metamorph strutted away before anyone could retort--his favorite move.

“He’s just fucking with you,” Ursa Major said, stroking his beard as Top Speed took a seat next to you. “That Amnesiac ray you got hit with last week really did a number on you, didn’t it?”

Top Speed nodded. “I know, like, math…” he said, staring at his lap, “and like, language and stuff… But my memories of everything before last Tuesday are just… gone.”

Ursa Major nodded, then patted the smaller man on the shoulder. Top Speed reminded him of his old partner-in-superherodom, Ultra Cub. “Well, let me break it down,” he said. Top Speed turned to the big man, grateful for his patience and his willingness to teach.

“So, back in the day, things weren’t like this. Gay people were treated like second-class citizens at best. We had a whole month devoted to celebrating us, to keep us afloat as others tried to take us down, to educate those who hated us, to remember what things used to be like and how far we’d come, to preach acceptance and tolerance and self-love…”

Flamer, standing nearby, chuckled. “Self-love is pretty much the only way Ursa Major gets off nowadays!” He downed a shot of cinnamon whiskey before heading out on the dancefloor, gyrating his broad swimmer’s build to the throbbing techno beats.

“They’re rude to you because they like you?” Top Speed asked, looking at Flamer as he and another men ground their pecs together.

“Something like that,” Ursa Major said with a smirk. “Anyway… so about twenty years ago there was the ‘event’--a scientist who wanted to erase gay people from the world. Dr. Cameron was his name, and had he succeeded, every gay man or woman on earth would have crumbled to dust--but All-American stopped him.

“He worked for the government back then, an FBI agent, and he managed to damage the device before it fired. It was a pretty amazing battle, on a satellite orbiting the planet. Thanks to our leader, that device malfunctioned. For most people, nothing happened. But for ten percent of gay people, it awakened something in their genetics. That’s why All-American survived the satellite crashing to earth--he gained invulnerability, super-strength, flight… and the ability to still lot 25 and hot all these years later.”

Top Speed chuckled and put his hand on Ursa Major’s big thigh. The big man sipped his beer anxiously, hyper-aware of the contact, afraid to do something that might end it. “Uh, anyway,” he said, “after all of us heroes rose up and started thwarting disasters, a lot of the normal populace said that gay people didn’t need a month to be ‘proud’ anymore. They thought since we can fly now, shoot fire, change shape… we didn’t need that month.”

“But not all gay people have these powers,” Top Speed said, puzzling things out.

“Yeah, but… thanks to those of us that do, a lot of normal people--and by that I mean both straight and non-superpowered--think we’ve got things too good. I mean year after year, 10% of gay youth get superpowers when they reach puberty. It’s really changed what being gay used to mean. So anyway, now us gay people keep our pride celebrations to ourselves. It’s a shame, really.”

“You were part of that first wave, weren’t you?” Top Speed asked, looking up into the big musclebear’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Ursa Major said. He chuckled. “I was… with my old boyfriend. Big guy. Way bigger than me.”

“Bigger than YOU?” Top Speed said, both his eyes and his smile wide.

“Well, back then I wasn’t… THIS big,” he said, gesturing to his body--a bulky, harness-clad pile of beefy, hairy muscles. “But all of a sudden I was twice the size of my boyfriend. Man, it was a thrill, suddenly being that big… but, a responsibility too. He was threatened by it. Scared by me. He kind of hated me for it, too. He didn’t want to be with someone bigger.” The gigantic man stared into the distance sadly, only to have his melancholy moment broken when he felt Top Speed’s hand on his firm keg-belly. “What are you…”

“Was I nice to you?” Top Speed asked. “Before the amnesia ray?”

Ursa Major looked down into the 21-year old’s eyes. “Well, to be honest… no. You were just like the others.”

Top Speed nodded. “Can we consider this amnesia thing a fresh start then?”

Ursa Major froze as Top Speeds hands slid down his belly to his groin. “Uh, we’ll uh… take our check,” he said to the bartender.

*

Back in the bathrooms, and elderly man finished peeing, then approached the bathroom sinks. A portly gentleman, leering at him from two sinks away, approached.

“You’re Gogo, aren’t you?” the husky guy asked. “From the Rainbow Revengers?”

The elderly gentlemen wheezed, squinting, and shook his head. “Oh, no… no, I’m just an old…”

“I saw you shapeshift,” the bigger guy said. He smiled, stroking his chubby chin. “It was amazing! And I can’t believe how complete the transformation is--you really look like an old man right now!”

The withered senior looked down, then sighed. His body reshaped like clay until it was the maroon-skinned form of Gogo. “Okay, you caught me,” he said. “I tend to lay low back here in the restrooms. Honestly, I was thinking of catching a trick or two, and I never do that in my own body.”

“My name’s Marvin!” the hefty fellow said, extending a chubby paw for a shake. “I’m a huge fan of the Revengers!”

“Listen,” Gogo shrugged, “i’m not big on autographs, so…”

“No, I don’t want your autograph! I just wanted to know if you knew what it was in your genes that let you transform. Like, have you ever isolated the power that makes you a superhero?”

Gogo shrugged, then morphed into a young girl, then a tall basketball player, then back to his typical form. “I don’t think too much about it,” he said with a smile. “I just change. Hope you enjoyed the show!”

As Gogo turned, Marvin produced a small canister. He squeezed the nozzle and a gas sprayed out. Gogo froze in place.

“Well, I’ve done some research,” Marvin explained. “And I can actually tap into that ability. I just hit you with an aerosolized nano-technology.”

“I… can’t…” Gogo’s breathing became shallow as he looked around, unable to move let alone transform.

“Don’t worry. You’re locked in that form until I decide what I want you to be. And I think I just made up my mind,” Marvin said, adjusting his glasses.

Gogo softly moaned as his body took on a plastic sheen, shrinking down to about four feet tall. His arms and legs went out straight, his mouth reshaping into an O. His eyes darted around wildly as he became a plastic sex doll. Marvin reached out and stroked the drawn-on abs and flicked the cheesy inflated nub of a dick.

“You’re going to catch some tricks tonight!” Marvin said. “And I’ve altered you so you’re hypersensitive. You’ll have the most mind blowing orgasms as men dump load after load into you.”

Marvin carried the motionless inflatable toy from the bathroom and tossed it aside in the hallway. Someone would find it and make good use of it--or not. Regardless, Gogo was out of the way--one of the Revengers down, three to go.

*

Flamer had only been able to escape the bar unnoticed by setting off a sprinkler, then darting out in the confusion with the hunky Asian stud he’d found on the dancefloor. In the cab, on their way to Flamer’s condo, the hero electronically wired some money to pay for any damages. “I’m not a sociopath,” he explained to his trick as the cab sped away. “Sure, I act like I own the world, but I’ll cough up some cash when I have to!”

At the door to his place, he scanned his thumbprint. The front door slid aside and Flamer and his man-of-the-night--Johnny was his name? Ronny? No, it was Johnny--stumbled in.

“What a nice place!” Johnny said as Flamer fished a bottle of sparkling wine from his fridge. He took a slug from the bottle before setting it on the table. Then he paused as he looked at Johnny’s tight, rippling body.

“Weird,” Flamer said, licking his lips. “I’m kinda wasted, but… something’s off about you…” With his superhuman powers he was able to “see” heat signatures--and there was something off about Johnny, like he was exuding more heat than he should have been. At the bar, there had been so many people around he hadn’t noticed; in the cab, he hadn’t been paying attention.

“What could that be?” Johnny said with a smile. He produced a small box from his pocket and pressed a button in the center. The image of his studly body dissipated and was replaced by a large, portly man with a scruffy beard.

“The fuck?” Flamer said, backing away.

“I knew your heat-sensitive eyes would see through my illusion eventually,” the chunky man said. “Here I blew most of my money on a tactile-mimicker so my body felt the way it looked, but I just couldn’t afford shielding my own bodyheat. Just so you know, I’m Marvin, and I’m going to be disabling you Revengers one at a time.”

Flamer doubled up his fists, summoning balls of flame, but before he could act, Marvin tossed a small black ball at him. It struck Flamer’s crotch, spreading like crude oil over his body. Flamer moaned and tried to wipe the dark sludge away, but it spread until it had encased his whole body.

Flamer wobbled there, completely sealed within the shiny black goo, before he finally fell to his knees.

“You’ll find that my drone-sludge is rewriting your brain pathways,” Marvin said, admiring Flamer’s well-built but fully contained body. “Basically, it’s erasing your mind. You’ll be an empty drone in not too much time. Then come the physical modifications.”

The oil seemed to have solidified into a shiny black latex suit. The area encasing Flamer’s big dick suddenly shrank until his groin was smooth. Meanwhile, the muscles on his body expanded.

“Oh, that horniness… I set it to maximum, and since you won’t have a dick to express that feeling anymore…” Marvin smiled as he walked over to the mind-wiped latex drone, stroking its newly bulky body. Marvin leaned forward and kissed Flamer’s face, featureless and shiny as a mirror. The brain-drained man, unable to speak, just shuddered.

*

Ursa Major and Top Speed couldn’t keep their hands off each other as they stumbled out of the bar. They were so into each other physically that neither noticed that the bouncer by the door was gone, and in his place was a skinny little twink on all fours wearing a pup hood. The twink couldn’t have weighed more than 80 pounds. He yapped wildly as the two stumbled past, as if trying to warn them, but seemed unable to form words.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Top Speed said as they stumbled into the street.

“We need a cab,” Ursa Major said, looking around. He was giddy with desire but riddled with anxiety. This little hottie was a teammate! And half his age! He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but it had been so long--and Top Speed’s hands roaming his body felt SO GOOD. His fingers caressed the back of Ursa Major’s knees, tickled his armpits, his tongue dragged across the underside of the huge man’s pecs. God, that level of tenderness in those sensitive spots… it was enough to make the strongest man in the world weak.

“No cab,” Top Speed, said, nodding his head at a nearby alley. Ursa Major resisted, but remembered that it was late and not a single car was on the rode. The lockdown implemented during the Grinder’s attack had only recently been lifted, and most citizens were still fearful to leave their homes. If they were ever going to screw around in a cab, this was the time.

Ursa Major was so much bigger than his lover that he just spread his arms and let the smaller man go to town. He bounced his pecs as Top Speed buried his face in them, flexed his bis to tease Top Speed’s voracious tongue.

They almost didn’t hear someone enter the alley.

“So cute!” said a portly gentleman as he entered. “No, no, don’t stop on my account. Keep going. This is hot as hell!”

“Let’s get out of here,” Ursa Major said, putting up a hand to stop Top Speed’s relentless affection.

“Fuck him,” the younger man chuckled. “Let him watch! I don’t care!”

“You like big guys?” the chubby man said. “My name’s Marvin. What about me? I’m pretty big.”

“Not my type,” Top Speed said, his smile fading. “But that’s just me. I’m sure tons of guys--”

“Save it,” Marvin said, producing a hefty ray-gun. “You have no idea how sick I am of all you hot jocky gay guys, so shallow and full of yourselves that you only hang out with each other.”

“Hey man--” Ursa Major began, but Marvin fired the ray gun.

A moment later, the massive bulk filling the alley had disappeared. Ursa Major’s leather harness clattered to the ground, empty. In his place was a smooth, hairless, bald little man--his shiny well-toned body about ⅔ the size of Top Speed’s lean physique.

“What the fuck!” Top Speed said, realizing the scrawny twink was his gargantuan companion. He turned, ready to run at their assailant at Mach 3, but Marvin fired the ray gun again after a small adjustment. Top Speed’s body swelled with mass. A moment later he was as big as Ursa Major had been, and then some. His armored costume snapped as he swelled out of it. He stood their, dumbfounded as his gigantic new form, unable to tear his eyes away from the huge, throbbing dick he now had. The massive organ seemed to be robbing of him the blood necessary to power his brain. Top Speed couldn’t think of anything but the huge cock--and satisfying it.

Meanwhile, skinny little Ursa Major found himself enthralled by the gigantic cock as well. Neither of them cared about Marvin anymore. Top Speed had grabbed his shrunken companion and shoved him roughly on the huge dick. Little Ursa Major did his bed to ride it like it was a bucking bronco, slurping at the precum it burped out over his face.

Marvin stepped out of the alley triumphantly. “One more hero to take down,” he said with a chuckle, “and that’s the end of the Revengers. And we’ll see what happens in this world when there’s no one to stop me!”