Fuxer 11 – Emerald
Obviously, Xander couldn't stop thinking about the homo-verse with the orange singlets.
He flew a few rounds along the coast of the HQ's island in the evening sun to clear his head. Occasionally, he cast 4D-glances at the building to check on the inhabitants but everybody was doing the typical, heterosexual things.
Once back in his own room, Xander stripped fully and stood in the scale in front of the mirror. He was still below dicksplosion threshold and feared that he'd cause another reality shift if he tried to muscle up all the way.
Well, would that be so bad? He couldn't be blamed for trying to get his body back, could he?
Xander anxiously looked left and right as if Oliver could be hiding in a corner to arrest him for misuse of powers – and para-flexed.
With a mix of relief and disappointment, Xander watched his muscles bulge, his definition increase and the scale tick up. No world shattering.
His dick refused to `splode, however.
Even with his outrageous physique at the maximum weight of 86kg/190lbs his dick was only growing at the slow rate, now at a `mere' 17cm/6.5'' soft, dangling between his ultra-cut thighs.
He felt that he could... keep growing? Had the reality-shift given him greater power?
The blond superhero wasn't even sure he liked that. He wanted to be a muscle god, sure, but a comic book character, not a cartoon character with biceps the size of trucks.
Well, he could always muscle down again.
Xander para-flexed and looked back and forth between the mirror and the scale. 88... 89... 90...
Finally a weight tugged at his crotch as his cock and balls grew to their old 20cm/8'' flaccid, resting on balls so large they pushed his dick forward despite hanging low.
Then he hit 92kg/203lbs. Now he was on par with Will, except 10cm/4'' shorter and therefore more thickly muscled. His ripped pecs now poked far enough out that his nipples were pointing down and out a little, his eight pack was so deeply cut that he could have held a pen in the abs-canyon, his side-abs were pointing at his dick like neon signs guiding the lost in the dark.
His arms were bigger but also farther apart as his entire frame broadened to accommodate the mass, with shoulders and neck both widening.
The legs bulged more, his calves now prominent from the front as they thickened even more past his shins.
Xander stood at 94kg/207lbs as his new maximum, looking like he had been fed nothing but steroids since he hit puberty.
Too hot, too sexy, too divine to handle.
It took him about ten seconds to jerk himself hard, his dick growing a tiny bit in the process, needing both hands again. One to jerk off near the head and rub the frenulum, one to jerk off at the base and keep his balls from flopping everywhere.
It took only another thirty seconds to cum. He let the load – all five shots – hit the mirror.
Once he felt ready to, Xander muscled down to 90kg/198lbs, just enough to keep his dick ridiculously massive. He wanted to stay muscled up like this on missions despite rules of decency. He wanted to flaunt it – always.
The next day was like every one of Xander's birthdays packed into one. He got what he desired more than anything short of Zack's love: an entry in the Hero Chronicles issue #370.
He'd already gotten a `mention' in the minor victories section of the last issue as a tiny, human-shaped smudge among his teammates, with the wounded Serpentior in the foreground on a single panel.
This time, he was drawn in detail, eyes aglow and pointing in the direction Zeal rushed as the city-swallowing Chodian was assaulted from all sides.
4X, Nova and Zeal, side by side in his favorite comic. Xander would order a copy of the panel to frame it. Even if his crazy bulge was sadly deemphasized.
But it didn't take long for the frustration to return. Every time he played or trained with Zack, every time they found a common interest, every time Zack absentmindedly touched him at the gym or during exercise...
Maybe Xander could go back to the homo-verse and shift reality a little more. Was that possible? The `maybe' was killing him.
As the next party night rolled around, Xander had all night to ponder alone as the others were celebrating and probably fucking pussies.
He couldn't not try.
So as the sun rose – he hadn't gotten much sleep – Xander stood in the middle of the room in nothing but sweatpants and tried to focus.
He reached for his 4D muscles and para-grabbed outward at the twisted web that was the fabric of reality.
Downside up. Here and nowhere. The universe stretched and smushed and shuffled.
A knock.
"Uh, come in," Xander said, head still spinning. His room looked a little different but not quite how it had been in the homo-verse.
Garth entered, wearing a towel low around the hips. The black curls on his head seemed dry but little water droplet clung to his brown skin.
"G'morning," Garth said and dropped on Xander's bed, legs spread just enough to make the towel ride up and expose the tip of his semi.
"Uh, hi," Xander said. Garth hadn't been gay last time. This made no sense.
"You're going to have to shrink that thing," the British twink said with a look at Xander's dick print. "I'm not ready to be basically fisted by a cock. Not this early in the day, hehe."
Xander was confused but he'd be stupid to pass. He muscled down a kilogram to shrink his dick to `only' pre-splosion size and slid his pants off.
Garth dropped to his knees and eagerly sank his throat onto the tool all the way despite desperately choking. He struggled so much that Xander felt pity but Garth didn't slow down at all, giving a full throat blowjob like his life depended on shoving a fuckrod as deeply into himself as possible.
Xander thought the twink was only coming up for air but Garth hopped onto the bed on all fours and pushed his little ass out, already lubed.
Xander grabbed the slender hips with both hands after lining up his tip and slowly pushed inside. He couldn't go balls deep, meeting the resistance of Garth's guts.
He fucked his teammate while 4D-looking at his own dick getting anally milked. Then his 4D vision fell on the wall and he took a peak at Will's room.
The big magic guy was jerking off like he did every morning – while looking at straight porn. His ass seemed sadly flat, just like it did in normal reality.
Yeah, things were different this time.
Xander leaned forward and hugged Garth, groaning into the twink's shoulder as he cummed.
"Thanks, bro," the small superhero said with a heavy sign. "Needed that before morning cardio."
They half-cuddled but Garth wanted to get dressed and left with the towel held in front of his crotch, cum running down his inner thighs.
Xander looked after him through the walls. Garth didn't actually get dressed yet but instead licked Xander's cum off his legs while fingering his sore hole. It was funny that even this version of Garth thought he had privacy and that Xander wouldn't know just how much of a cum-whore he was.
Akio and Katashi were both in the team captain's room, which wasn't unusual. But this version of Katashi wasn't Bert's boyfriend. Instead the Japanese sidekick was fucking the Japanese A-lister and they made out passionately.
The blond lord-of-reality tried to find Bert in his room but the boy was out. There were, however, the usual posters on his walls, including naked woman.
Interesting. Would Akio or Bert have been Katashi's first choice in a world were both were gay?
Xander decided he had to find out about Zack eventually. The beautiful hunk was absorbed in a game with Henry in the A-lister lounge.
For a second Xander pondered what he'd do if Zack already had a boyfriend after a reality shift but he decided he'd just have to figure things out as he went.
Not sure he recognized half the stuff in his wardrobe, Xander reached for the singlet. It was emerald green.
Well, he now had an orange and a green homo-verse.
Xander was almost at the lounge when Henry left, apparently having finished the game. Good, that meant private time with Zack.
A sidekick in a green singlet was waiting in front of the door and jumped into Henry's buff arms. It was Todd, which made Xander chuckle. He wished this Todd and the old, homophobic Todd could meet. Preferably with this gay Henry present.
"Get a room," Xander said, grinning, in a great mood.
Henry dragged Todd along with him, breaking the kiss for a moment. "Look who's talking," Henry said. "Mister Exhibitionist. Maybe you should learn not to facefuck Garth in the open."
Todd chuckled but averted his eyes.
Apparently the Xander of his reality's history had overstepped his boundaries a little. Yeah, that was totally his style.
"Hey Zack," Xander said as he entered but he found the room empty. "Uh... Zack?"
"Flew off," Henry said, stopping even though Todd pulled him along by the hand. "Why? Did you need anything from him?"
"I... Do you know where he went?"
"He's got a date. Ever since Akio gets dick on the regular, he's a lot less strict with letting the straighties hop over to the mainland for a date here or there. Guess, he doesn't want to be a hypocrite."
"Oh," Xander said, trying not to sound as crushed as he felt.
"If you ask me," Henry said, finally going along with Todd's pull, "Zack should just get a steady girlfriend and stop fucking three bitches a day. I mean, seriously, half of them have definitely figured out who he is by now." The couple turned the corner and Henry raised his voice. "It takes only one jealous blabbermouth and good bye secret identity, you know?"
"Right..." Xander said to nobody, alone.
Better to be the only gay hero among the bois in a world where Zack was stuck at the HQ by Akio's orders.
Xander shifted reality back to its original configuration, his singlet turning blue as he walked with grim determination.
He needed help. And he had finally figured out where to get it.
Chapter 12: Too Straight, Too Gay