Fuxer 10 – The Homo-Verse
With the Chodians banished from earth everyone wanted to crawl into bed. But the celebratory mood lasted. This time, Xander couldn't excuse himself. He agreed to join clubbing night on the weekend.
In front of his mirror, he flexed in the nude and muscled down. At pretty much exactly 80kg/176lbs his hyper-dick dropped drastically to what an above average, soft dick should look like.
If he pulled in mass again his tool practically thumped into its crazy bigger-than-a-soda-can soft-8-inch state.
He muscled further down to a decent 70kg/157lbs. Less of an outrageous, bulging muscle freak and more of an aesthetic physique teen body builder.
He put on a white dress shirt – unbuttoned above the navel, short sleeves rolled up, collar popped. Black dress pants hugged his legs. He'd gotten a fresh haircut, like he got every Friday at headquarters' spa-day.
He was ready to hop over to the mainland.
The owner must have been friends with Akio, because the `Party House 207' club played a lot of Japanese techno.
The dance floor was packed. Red, blue and purple stroboscopes. A fog machine. Drinks made from nothing but sugar and alcohol.
Ideal ingredients for hours of fun.
And yet, it was a pretty miserable time for Xander.
Everyone in Seaboard City knew that heroes frequented the location, so the place was full of dolled up girls hoping to bang supers and desperately horny boys pretending to be those.
Xander had only been sitting hunched over on a spotty, gray sofa for ten minutes and already overheard two chubby guys claim they were new sidekicks ("but shush, don't tell anyone"). Then one respectably fit white tourist in his thirties had insisted he was Wiz Boi.
Occasionally, Xander 4D-scanned some decent looking shirtless hunk's crotch and judged the sizes of their semi boners, just to pass the time.
His friends has all left him.
Akio was getting a lazy lap dance from his girlfriend on the opposite sofa, his dick pulsing and leaking in his jeans. Bert was dancing alone so far, mostly looking to get wasted, but kept staring at every pair of tits in sight. Will was chatting up two girls at once, who both couldn't take their hands of his shirtless torso. Garth danced with a thick, black girl, his boner constrained in his pant leg in a way that looked painful.
Todd had a girlfriend to chat with. Jed and DeShawn only ever talked to the same girl. Either they had a competition going on or they were looking for a threesome. Vince, Filipe and Lloyd, by the looks of it, were working on a trio of platinum-blonde girls.
And so it went. Not everybody was trying to fuck primarily. Henry and Reuben were drinking enough that Xander mildly worried.
But those were just ways to keep his mind distracted from the one true misery.
Zack had totally forgotten his existence and was flexing his muscles in a corner of the dancefloor which Xander was definitively not looking at. Not once. Certainly not to 4D-check if Zack was still rock hard with a drop of pre already drying in his jockstrap. Or if his beautiful smile shone brighter for that random long haired thing dragging her fake nails along his chest.
Xander still held onto his now warm and stale drink. This wasn't something a drink could fix. And he had nowhere to turn.
Normally, waking up after a party night was fun for Xander. With the sidekicks all suffering major hangovers and the A-listers suffering minor ones (invulnerability helped), most of the HQ was deserted in the mornings, including the gym.
Today, Xander felt too crushed to even get out of bed.
He tried jerking his morning wood and realized he hadn't muscled up after getting into bed.
The teen slipped his nude body out of the sheets, and took position in front of the wall height mirror. Muscling up was a surefire way to brighten his mood.
He stood on the scale because he liked to watch the numbers go up.
Rubbing his nipples Xander got up to the dicksplosion threshold of 80kg and... Nothing, his mighty tool kept growing at only the normal rate – no mega-dick.
Slightly confused, Xander went all the way to his maximum of 86kg/190lbs where additional mass normally stopped responding to his para-flex. Still, his dick had `only' reached 7 hard inches at a reasonable girth he could one-hand. Weird.
There was... more.
Xander could para-feel his way around the area – using his 4th dimension muscles to move like when he para-flexed outside himself.
What would happen if he pulled? Let's see...
He para-tugged on nothing in particular.
Then the world broke.
Inside out. Everything and nothing. Xander was torn apart to infinity and compressed into a single point. Something indescribable... flipped over.
Xander looked around. He was still the same. His room, though... the position of his strewn around stuff was subtly different. Some furniture was rearranged. Somebody was-
"Woah!" Xander said as he spotted Will's naked frame on his bed. The tall Korean superhero was in the process of rolling over, ruffling his undercut.
"M'r'ning," Will mumbled and rose.
His ass was huge. Bigger, more perfect globes than Xander's poked from Will's backside. If anything they were too big for his body. Finally the ass was worthy of a muscle god – beyond fuckable.
"Y-your ass," Xander said before his mind caught up with his mouth.
"Huh?" Will said and grabbed his bouncy cheeks. "Yeah, I could go for a second round."
Before Xander knew what was happening, Will stepped in front of him and bent over.
Purely on instinct, the blond muscle god sank his dick in as far as it went.
It went all the way. All 7 inches were swallowed by the already lubed hole as if it were nothing. Will's groans were soft and drawn out. The big bottom jerked himself off as he humped back.
Xander wasn't going to ask questions. He looked forward into the mirror, held onto Will's shoulder with one hand, his hair with the other, and humped like his life depended on it.
The superpowered tightness of Will's magic-created buttocks milked Xander better than his own hands ever had.
He fucked as fast as possible. The magically enhanced ass was more heavenly than in any of his phantasies. It was overwhelming. He never wanted to stop. His dick became the center of his world.
His breath synced up with Will's moans.
On a whim he used 4D vision in a way he had never considered before and looked at his own dick – inside Will. It was a spectacular sight but not as fun as watching Will's face contort lustfully in the mirror.
Xander felt his orgasm approach in no time and didn't have the indomitable discipline to hold back. He watched his cumshot go off in Will's guts.
The massive Asian had shot his own load along his thighs already, slipped off Xander's dick and just walked into the bathroom with a mere wink. Leaving the door open, Will used Xander's shower.
With his head a tiny bit cleared – and his dick wet and glistening – the shaking Xander was able to appreciate the impossibility of the situation.
He tore his wardrobe open to find unfamiliar items. Slightly creeped out, he reached for his singlet instead. It was there but...
"Orange?" Xander stared at the uniform. Everything was the same, except the color. Lacking a clear path forward he slipped into the altered singlet and cast a 4D glance back at Will.
The magical bottom was pissing up his own chest with a still semi hard dick while showering. His ass was almost too worth watching to leave but Xander felt a sense of dread he couldn't put into words.
Outside his room, he caught Akio who was just about to step into the elevator.
"Akio, wait! What's going on? Why are they orange?"
The captain turned around, narrowing his slanted eyes. He, too, wore the new colored uniform, plus his white cape. "What?"
"The singlets. Why are they orange?"
"That's such a pressing question? You can message the branding department."
"No, I..." Xander took a deep breath. "Something weird happened. I think I tore the 4th dimension a new hole or something. Will is... uh, unlike himself. Everything's a little off."
Akio frowned. "Like... uniform colors?"
"They're supposed to be blue," Xander said with more urgency and horror in his voice than he thought he'd put there.
Akio wasn't sure if he believed him but he informed the Manly League of a possible reality breach.
Xander had nothing better to do than have a quick breakfast, then visit the gym.
"Was it fun?" Norbert aka Bolt Boi asked. He was spotting Katashi's bench presses. The sidekick with a nose ring only huffed as greeting, preoccupied with lifting.
"Was what fun?" Xander said, feeling out of the loop.
"The Chodian-victory party yesterday," Bert said. "How was it?"
"W-weren't you there?"
"Nah, it was date night for me and `Tashi."
The duplicator-sidekick dropped the weight on the rack, sat up and caressed Bert's hip. "You're excused, honey," he said and duplicated Bert.
The duplicate stayed behind to spot the next set, the original followed Xander.
"Man," Bert whispered, "I don't know if you had fun, but we had another threesome with double-me and it's crazy how much I can surprise myself if you know what I mean. Hehe."
Xander's mind was on autopilot and he walked past all equipment, toward the showers.
"Maybe don't head in there now," Bert said. "DeShawn and Jed just slipped in there and you know how much they love their watersport. Wanna to a squatting competition?"
"A-actually, I just... I forgot something."
Xander hurried outside but 4D-looked into the showers. DeShawn was standing over his kneeling Caribbean friend and gave him a golden shower from head to toe.
The muscle god's vision went through more walls. Most folk were having breakfast or doing their normal activities but Filipe was jerking off with a long, pink dildo in his twink ass.
Reuben and Todd were in Todd's room. Reuben on his back, legs in the air, getting pounded by Todd.
Was everyone gay?
Did that mean...?
Xander looked for Zack and found his crush leaving the A-lister lounge in an orange singlet.
Xander ran into Garth in the elevator.
"Hey, Gar'."
"Hey, Xan'. Any luck yesterday? I heard there were some cute boys at the party."
"I guess... How about you? You, uh, weren't there?"
Garth raised a brow. "Whatcha mean? Of course I wasn't at the gay club. That's only you small bunch. I was `deepening my relationship' with my girl, if you catch my drift."
So not everyone was gay. That was fine as long as...
"Um," Xander started. "What about Zack?"
"Why'd you ask? He was banging pussy all night. I'm not even sure he's already home. Might still be balls deep in some bitches."
"Oh, right, sure."
Xander exited, feeling crushed. He almost slammed into Omen.
"O-Omen, sir. I mean, Oliver. I'm sorry, I..."
The Hero-U member wore casual clothes, which made him look like an entirely different person. "No, I'm sorry to rush at you like this but we're having a crisis. I was called right out of my husband's bed. You're right. Reality has suffered an alteration."
"Okay..." Xander said dumbly.
"You say many things are subtly different."
"Yeah, like uh... uniform color."
Oliver rubbed his chin. "And you think you're responsible? I've set up some measuring instruments. Do you think you could try to do the opposite of whatever you first did?"
"I guess."
Since Xander had broken reality in his room, he was sent back there to fix it. He stripped down to recreate the exact conditions under the uncomfortably watchful eyes of Oliver and para-pushed the fabric of the 4th dimension.
The world re-broke. It didn't untangle perfectly because reality was already a Gordian knot, Xander noticed. But the general direction seemed to be `back' to where he had come from.
"So...?" Oliver asked and looked at his wristwatch. "My readings are good. From my power and my instruments. Do you see anything different?"
Xander was wearing sky blue and his clutter was as he remembered it.
"Pretty sure we're back to normal. Are you married, Oliver?"
"I have a wife. Why? Did I not have one after reality was rewritten?"
"Exactly," Xander said. "Good to see everything is... uh, as it should be."
He 4D glanced through the building, especially Will watching porn in the room one over. He regretted not taking one last look at the gay version.
He regretted fixing things, in a way. Maybe if Zack hadn't been straight over there... In the Homo-verse.
Chapter 11: Emerald
NOTE: Finally we got to the reason I started writing this. It wasn't meant to be slow burn but I had fun getting here.