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The Rotunder Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2024-02-10 19:34:32 +0000 UTC"Rogue 049 Addendum. Original analysis incorrect. Overweight male power only teleportation. Discovery of two individuals: white female age 25-35yr, bald, psychic powers observed, document as Rogue 050. Black male, age 12-17yr, power super speed observed. Document as Rogue 051.
"Theory that 049 has multiple powers is incorrect. New theory that the nature of 050 and 051 powers made them difficult to observe, memory tampering and super speed respectively. 049 is of a larger stature and therefore difficult to conceal, even given powers of teleportation.
"Goal stated by "The Vanishing Three" is superhero vigilantism local to Harper City. No documented interest in expansion and threat to Champions. Communication with "The Vanishing Three" is recommended but may be challenging. Continue to monitor but situation is low priority."
Hannah finished reading aloud the report as she and Brandon relaxed on his couch, the TV blaring an anime show.
"The Vanishing Three is the worst superhero team name I have ever heard," Brandon spooned some cereal into his mouth with a crunch.
"I agree. That does not sound market tested." Hannah continued to scroll through the report. "It seems something like Intern G came up with."
"I'm sorry, intern G?" Brandon cocked an eyebrow.
"I have profiles on all employees, and this style matches what I've complied for the intern I've labeled 'G'" She took a sip of soda.
Brandon chuckled. "You really have everything organized, don't you?"
Hannah shrugged. "I like to be prepared."
As Brandon laughed, their attention was drawn back to the TV screen as a epic fight broke out in the anime. The sound of fighting filled the room as a character was punched through a building.
"Have you noticed there are a lot more gay characters in cartoon shows these days?"
"Yes. The shows reflect population,and with the continued growth and acceptance of the LBGT community, the creators feel they can include more and more. There is a senator from a red state working on a bill that would make it illegal."
"Of course there is," Brandon tipped the cereal bowl to his lips and finished his milk. "So," He licked his lips, "Are we in the clear?"
"Yes, Brandon. The Champions have followed my plan to the letter. They have fallen for the distraction."
"Normal people call it "taken the bait." Brandon's belly swelled and the bowl floated across the apartment into the sink.
"Which means, as normal people say, "the heat is off." Hannah stood up and moved to the door.
"You know the phrase 'the heat is off' but you don't know 'take the bait'?"
Hannah gave him a look, "Same rules apply regarding your powers, little as possible. My number of contingency plans adjust once one has been used." She opened the door. " I'm bored, so I'll run some simulations to see if I can come up with more." She pointed a finger at him, "And I'll be keeping an eye on your suit's data. I believe it's considered rude to immediately risk the fire once a friend has pulled you out of it?"
"You have a way with words Hannah." She stood at the door, refusing to close it.
"Fine," Brandon raised his hand, "I promise you won't see any unusual data spikes on the suit for the rest of the day."
Hannah maintained glaring eye contact as the door slowly closed.
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Brandon flew naked and invisible over the city. Even though no one could see him, it was still its own thrill to do so. Plus, his hardon swung freely in the wind. He zoomed along the street, the same speed as the cars below him. His hard dick pointed straight down, like a rudder on a ship. No real destination in mind, he wandered through the sky until the city below him was replaced with green.
He touched down gently on an open field of grass and looked around. It was so quiet and peaceful here. He could just be himself. He started walking with no real direction in mind. His dick still hanging loose and free. A breeze wrapped around him, and he giggles as it tickled his balls. And while still invisible, he could feel the radiation from the sun warm on his skin.
He took a deep breath, and pulled more powers in. He grew in height, and his flesh rippled and expanded. His belly bowed out further over massive legs and hiding an enormous hardon. Brandon threw out his arms, strength and power flowing through his veins. He was no longer the scared little brother, overshadowed by the golden sibling. He was not the child on stage, looking out into the audience, knowing his parents wouldn't be there.
He raised his leg and brought it down with a thunderous stomp, raising a cloud of dirt skyward. He raised his hand; a small twig sprouted from the ground, growing at a tremendous rate until a massive tree towered in the middle of the field. It's branches cast Brandon in a deep shade. Walking up to it, he brought his hand back and punched his fist through the tree in an explosion of bark. Half its trunk gone, the tree groaned and slowly fell over with a rippling of green leaves.
Brandon took in a deep breath. He closed his eyes and cast out his 6th sense. It rolled over the field, wandering in all directions.
until...
Brandon's eyes opened, and he grinned.
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The truck stop was old, plopped in the middle of a scraggly patch of forest alongside the highway. Long haul trucks filled several spaces in the parking lot. As Brandon landed invisible next to a lone wooden picnic table, two more trucks pulled in. A wiry man with a greying goatee, cigarette dangling from his lips from one. A beefy man with a red hat exited the other, and they both strolled towards the building, looking happy to stretch their legs.
Brandon switched his powers to what he liked to refer to as 'ghost mode': flight, invisibility, and intangibility. He floated along as a chubby ghost through the doors of the truck stop and followed signs for men restroom. He arrived in a too large tile room; the architect clearly thought this place would see a lot more traffic than it does. This did mean, however, the graffiti was kept to a minimum. There were several men at the long line of urinals. Brandon turned a corner to find a row of dark blue stalls. Several door were closed. Brandon flew through the stalls until he found was he was looking for.
Two beefy men were squeezed into a stall. One sat on the toilet with his pants down, the other was on his knees in front of him blowing him, his trucker hat turned around. The on the toilet had his shirt open, tweaking his nipples. The one on the floor bumped his head into his hairy belly with every thrust.
Brandon grinned, then he heard a soft thumping noise. He floated along, and in another stall, One guy was turned around and holding onto the toilet bowl for dear life while a guy behind him was pounding him relentlessly.
Brandon felt his dick throbbing. He floated to the handicap stall, and his barefeet landed on (thankfully) dry tile. He switched out powers, pulling in the power of lust and shapeshifting. Shapeshifting was always a tricky power as it was hard to contain all of him that wanted to expand. However, in this case, he was ok with his size, he just wanted to look like someone else. After altering his appearance, giving himself a goatee just for the heck of it, he stood nude and focused. His powers roamed away from him, wrapping around the guys nearest him, and finding more men outside.
Brandon started off light; a gentle push and every dick in the vicinity twitched. A few men absentmindedly scratched their junk. He increased his power; the men in the bathroom with him grew fearless. Abandoning secrecy, they no longer tried to hide what they were doing, and moans echoed in the tiled room.
Footsteps echoed alongside the moans, as Brandon felt more lust enter the room. Cracking the stall door a foot, he turned and placed his hands on the wall, his ass wide and ready. A pair of footsteps sounded closer and closer; the woosh of the air from the opening stall door tickled Brandons backside.
A rough, calloused hand gripped Brandon's hip. It grabbed a handful of him, then relaxed and softly caressed his amply backside. Brandon leaned into the touch, feeling the man's presence behind him. He could sense the lust in the man's mind, the carnal desire that drove him to this moment.
"We got a nice, fat piggy here, don't we?" asked a deep, gravelly voice, perfectly matching the callused hands. Brandon nodded his head and adjusted his stance. There were two meaty slaps against his right cheek, an indication of what was coming. Then the man pushed himself against him, and Brandon moaned softly. He pushed himself all the way to his balls in one push.
"Look at that, this isn't piggys first rodeo." the man pulled back, and thurst in harder. Brandon pushed back, meeting the man's thrusts and moaning softly. he felt a hand slid around and grab him.
He heard a whistle, "Damn, piggy's got a nice fat hog too." He kept rubbing it up and down as he continued his tempo. Brandon relished this feeling of revelry and abandonment. He kept pace with the man's thursts, pushing back against each.
"You want this, don't you, piggy?" the man behind him growled, a hand gripped his shoulder and he pounder harder. Brandon nodded, and flexed his glutes, giving him a tighter hole.
The mans grip tightened, and with a moan he pounded against Brandon and stayed there, digging himself in as deep as he could. Brandon savored every moment, the man's thigh muscles flexing as he held him close. Arching back, Brandon let out a moan of contentment as he felt his dick twitch and exploded, spurts of white shooting out and only some of them making it into the bowl.
As the man pulled himself free from Brandon, he braced himself against the wall, panting heavily. A final two slaps and the footsteps disappeared.Brandon barely had time to breath before two hands were on his ass cheeks and a mouth had latched itself between them. A warm, wet tongue danced around his sensitive skin, sending shivers down his spine. Brandon let out another moan, his dick throbbing with anticipation. The man behind him moved his knees wider, spreading Brandon's legs. He could feel the tips of the man's shoes touching his heels,
"You got a nice ass." He grabbed a handful of Brandon's flesh and squeezed, eliciting another moan. The mysterious man continued to lick and nibble on Brandon's cheeks, occasionally reaching around to fondle his balls. Brandon felt him press on his hip, and Brandon spun around and plopped down on the toilet. Without looking at the guy, Brandon shoved his head down on his dick. He moaned in pleasure as the man's tongue swirled around his tip and caressed his shaft. A hand gripped his balls and gave them a firm squeeze. The man's tongue darted in and out of his slit, eliciting a deep groan from Brandon's throat. His breathing grew heavier, and he felt the orgasm building within him. He gave a warning tap and the guy braced himself just in time for the first shot to blast the back of his throat. He pumped out so much he felt it spill out of the guys mouth. Finally he subsided. Brandon saw brown hair and a black t-shirt before the guy disappeared, and another man entered the stall.
Two hours later, Brandon in ghost mode floated up and out of the building. He landed gently on the roof of the building and stared around blankly as fluids gently trickled out of his mouth and backside. He watched as truckers slowly made their way back to their trucks, some walking together, others limping slightly. With the thought that he should probably shower, he pulled in the power to teleport, and vanished on the spot.
