Fuxer

CONCEPT: The super-powered Xander joins the Brotherhood Of Initiates (BOIs) at 18. Being the only gay hero among pussy-loving meathead dudebros has few perks... until the world breaks.

Contains muscle growth, voyeurism, straight-to-gay, hyper-cock and teen superhero antics.

Fuxer 1 – A Tremor In The Cosmos

Xander had been sixteen when he had tripped, fallen and... never hit the ground.

With his face hovering just above pavement, the awkward, gangly kid with windswept blond hair and green eyes wide open in shock had reached toward the concrete and landed gently.

Many a hero had blown their chance at a civilian identity by sharing their secret with one friend too many, so Xander spent night after night researching superheroes in secret.

Especially male heroes.

Soon he became obsessed with their skin tight costumes, rippling muscles, prominent bulges and, most of all, their perfect asses.

Every night he jerked off to the thought of his "super crush", the amazing Zeal – earth's most powerful and most muscular hero. Zeal was captain of the Manly League and had the most amazing pecs in that red, skin tight suit.

Eventually he revealed his power to his parents and they bought him a subscription to the Hero Chronicles - comics that depicted the real adventures of earth's supermen (and women).

The drawn characters' muscles were even bigger and more pronounced, deepening Xander's obsession.

For the next six month, the teen kept practicing. Eventually he could hover in place and direct his fall. He could have leapt over a house but only dared to practice indoors or far away from people.

At the same time, he started to hit the gym. To his joy, results came in quick and he achieved a nice, lean smattering of teen muscles – a little biceps, skinny abs, some leg definition.

Xander was seventeen when he grabbed a 10kg/22lbs weight plate at the gym and tried to lift it but ended up throwing it at the ceiling. Reflexively he caught it on the way down, which by all means should have broken his arms.

He had super strength.

After a panicked glance – okay, no one had seen him – Xander let out a "Fuark yeah" and flexed his lithe boy muscles at the mirror.

Flight and strength! Except maybe...

Once at home, Xander lit a candle. He moved his finger toward the flame with hesitation. His courage was leaving him as he began to feel pain. He held still and... the pain stayed constant. He could move his hand into the fire and it felt no worse than a little pinch.

Xander nearly had the full "flying brick" package: flight, invulnerability, super strength. If his levitation-leap got stronger he could one day qualify as an A-lister.

Over the next few month, the blond teen worked out hard, careful not to deploy his powers at the gym, but results plateaued. He'd stay far behind his comic book physique ideal. Sure, he knew it wasn't realistic. Few real heroes achieved that look truly, but he had hoped.

He kept practicing anyway, occasionally trying to see if he could develop new powers.

Could he do phasing? Xander tried walking through walls, sometimes by pushing into them, sometimes just by walking with his eyes closed. No, he wasn't a "phaser".

Telepathy? He tried listening for stray thought around him for weeks. Nope. Telekinesis? Not even a paperclip was moved by his wild gestures.

All that was left to try were "visions". Heat vision like his big crush Zeal would be great.

Every day Xander focused his bright green eyes on an object for minutes at a time but to no avail. All it did was give him eye-ache.

On his way home from the gym, Xander saw smoke on the horizon. The roof of a ten story house was on fire.

He had a momentary urge to help. But the teen had no way of getting there unless he wanted to leap from building to building in plain sight without a mask. Plus, he had no training.

He wondered if people were in danger.

Then, his perspective surged forward, as if he was flying toward the building. He could see the details clearly. Freaked out, Xander pulled back. He still stood where he had been. Only his vision had changed like a zooming telescope.

Fuck yeah, he had a clairvoyance power.

The teen looked again and his disembodied perspective got sucked toward the flames far away. Then... the walls of the building were gone. It looked like a doll house. He could see everything inside, such as the firefighters evacuating the last few inhabitants.

He could move his vision back and forth, fading out more or less of the building so he could see into drawers and cabinets as their walls vanished or see the cables and pipes within the concrete shell. He almost forgot about the fire.

What brought Xander back after five minutes of staring at the dollhouse was a blinding headache. He dragged himself home and slept it off.

In the morning he still felt a dull pain but he was too excited to care.

"Dad! I can see through walls. And really far away, too."

"Oh," his father said, putting the newspaper down. "Uh... congrats. Do you want to test it?"

"Yes! Hold up the news."

Xander's dad left the room and pressed the morning paper against the wall from the other side. "So how did yesterday's game end?"

"Three-nil," Xander said. "Easy. Go farther away."

His dad sighed. "Fine. I'll go out into the shack."

"No. Get into your car! I want to know how many blocks it takes till I can't read anymore."

"Blocks? Wow, my son's gonna be an A-list clairvoyant. Holy moly."

Xander was excited to find out his sight reached just over a mile/ almost two kilometers.

But to be honest, he was more interested in seeing through clothes than walls.

The main way Xander "practiced" his special sight was to look at the naked bodies of boys at school that were hidden under their clothes. Whenever he wanted, it was as if everybody's covers just vanished once they were in close proximity to him.

For the next few weeks, Xander jerked off about four times a night, thinking about fucking the exposed holes he was seeing all day. The constant use of this power also kept giving him headaches.

Ultimately he had to admit that he was going mad and stopped. Well... no, but he at least toned it down a lot. He made rules like "3 boys at school a day" or "only 10 minutes in the gym" and stuck to them. He was going to be a hero after all and heroes followed the rules. Also it kept the headaches away.

Xander was mere weeks from turning eighteen when he once again flexed his not-superhero-worthy boy muscles shirtless in the full length mirror in his bedroom, dreaming of having absurd comic book character proportions.

His voice had gotten deeper, his jaw had gotten sharper, his hairstyle had gotten less cringe-y. But he'd have to settle for a slender body at 65kg/143lbs with an okay 180cm/5'11'' that seemed not to want to get any higher.

Then... something on his head itched. He tried scratching between his bright blond hairs but the itch was... outside of him? It came from behind the back of his head.

"The fuck?" he mumbled.

Then the itch traveled into his skull and an invisible something was being pulled into him from several directions.

"The fuck!" he shouted.

Staring wide eyed at the mirror Xander saw his biceps double in size. He managed to press against the influx of the... something. The growth halted.

Xander slowly, anxiously flexed his now massive arms. They looked stupidly overgrown on his frame, but holy shit his upper arms were huge and he loved it. He was mesmerized.

He tried pushing into wherever the muscles had come from and felt the mass fade from his body, shrinking his biceps to its original size.

He wanted it back.

Xander let his body get flooded by the supernatural muscle and watched his skin get filled out.

Fingers trembling, he stripped down to his briefs.

He looked fucking gorgeous – slightly buffer all over. And it wasn't as if he had to do anything to hold the muscles inside him – it just felt like his natural state. Getting rid of muscles was just as intensive a process as acquiring it.

He had been gifted a muscle morph power – no effort, just results.

The bathroom scale now said 70kg/155lbs. He looked more muscular than any boy at school and he hadn't even gained that much mass.

How far could he go?

After forcibly shrinking back to his starting body, Xander put the scale in front of his long bedroom mirror and started pulling in muscle energy by... not flexing, exactly. It felt like he was flexing outside of himself. Para-flexing.

70kg again – a superhero-worthy teen hunk indeed. 75kg/165lbs and he was a teen physique bodybuilder. So this was what his body was capable of with maximum dedication to bodybuilding. His proportions were more perfect than he had dared to dream of. Popping abs on narrow hips, thick and edgy pecs, wide calves and forearms.

His heart was racing. He felt like he was dreaming the most precious dream and the fear of waking up kept him staring – not even wanting to blink.

As he kept going, he saw his face change, too. Edgier, broader and a little more aggressive.

Even his hands were changing, fingers getting thicker to fit his broadening frame. His shoulders widened. His abs popped into an eight pack, framed by a sharply cut V.

His pecs... Wow, those pecs. He reached up to touch them, then down to touch his immense legs.

It got more difficult to take in muscle mass. 80kg/176lbs now. He was breaking the limit of what his body could have realistically supported, with heavy use of steroids and a life dedicated to the gym. And it had all happened in seconds.

The hem of his briefs were straining. Oh yes, his ass had gotten massive – two perfect globes poking from his yield-sign shaped back.

And his dick... Wait, his dick had grown, too?

It wasn't just that he had gotten a semi hard-on, he had definitely grown. Maybe a good quarter in length and girth. He couldn't wait to measure it but he didn't want to tear his eyes away from his reflection. He was all about the muscles for now.

Could he go further?

Xander para-flexed once more and as soon as he took in a single gram more, the hem of his briefs snapped.

Okay fine, he could no longer ignore what was happening to his dick. It had practically `dicksploded' from his briefs.

The last push of muscle mass had suddenly pushed it into the anatomically absurd with a rush of mass.

He stripped. And stared. He was a god.

The rod dangling between his legs was notably girthier than a soda can. A veiny, pulsing soda can. He measured its mostly soft length at 20cm/8'' with balls to match.

His foreskin had no chance of covering the head, so he was effectively skinned back and exposed.

His package was obscene. It strained the limits of believable anatomy. Like on the fake morphs of Captain Zeal he sometimes jerked off to.

Not only that. His skin was paper thin, enveloping his muscles as if about to burst – no stretch marks, though, somehow – and that included his dick skin. His dick veins were prominent as fuck and with his foreskin pushed back even pants would not hide the shape of his mushroom.

Yeah, of course Xander was leaking precum like crazy.

With his last ounce of focus, the ecstatic super teen pushed off the ground and hovered above his floor in the nude, legs lightly bent, arms in a loosely suggested most-muscular pose.

How much more?

With quivering hands, he para-flexed for his life. Xander pulled in muscles like a starving man stealing bread.

A tear fell from one of his bright green eyes onto his cheek at the sight of ultra-perfection. A drop of precum glistened on the way down from his tip onto the scale.

He hit true comic book physique.

No more muscles arrived after that. He could not para-flex further. He had been given more than he had ever dared to hope for.

Xander hovered and stared, unthinking. He swallowed hard and dropped gently to the ground. The scale read 86kg/190lbs.

Pure muscle. Pure beauty. Godhood.

And a divine rod to match. No pants would have been able to cover that. He'd walk around with his dick veins and mushroom outline visible even when soft.

The thought, of course, made him harden. His new dick was a shower, not a grower, so Xander had to make due with a `mere' 8 inches.

Masturbating now required the use of both hands. There was just so much meat to handle. Also Xander was used to having help from his foreskin, making the process more time consuming. He had to learn how to jerk off all over again. Not that he minded spending time with his superpowered tool.

He jerked off twice in a row, flexing at the mirror and feeling himself all over, rubbing pecs and abs and hams and ass and arms, imagining his dick inside the hole of Zeal – objectively earth's greatest ass.

His orgasms both times were easily among the most intense he had ever had.

Xander `muscled down' before his parents came home, shrinking to his original size.

Okay, he shrank down to a few kilos more than his original body, since his old self was unbearably small to his eyes now.

Once dressed, he burst out of his room and gave his parents the great news. He'd enroll as a superhero the second he hit eighteen.

After celebrating his new power with his parents for a while, Xander retreated to his room, locked the door, muscled up to just below the `dicksposion threshold' at 80kg/176lbs and jerked off five times over the course of the night.

Chapter 2: Becoming A BOI