Fuxer 3 – Rise Of 4X
The BOI-HQ was a glass, steel and concrete building the size and shape of a domed-over football stadium, where the `pitch' was a hangar for the Boi Wing jets.
It stood on a lone, tropical island – a cluster of palm trees on flat, white sand in azure sea.
Xander took in the whole building by seeing through its walls as soon as they had landed and the dome above began to close.
There were staff areas with kitchen, laundry and such, a bunch of labs and a dozen or more B-list bois training in sky blue singlets. Overall, the place felt more like a high class hotel than a base of operations. Expensive furniture, big rooms, marble and mahogany.
Jed and Deshawn disembarked, leading Xander and Todd onto a catwalk that connected the hangar to a lobby.
"Oh shit," Todd mumbled and flinched. "Wow, uh, hi there."
Xander stopped looking at every room at once and refocused on seeing what was right in front of him. Hovering next to the catwalk was a veritable A-list flying brick.
He had his arms crossed, making his biceps and pecs bulge in the legless singlet – sky blue contrasting brightly with his orange hair. Since he was invulnerable, he needed no protectors on his pale, freckled limbs. The singlet was all he wore.
Xander recognized `Bolt Boi' from his research but got to see him without mask for the first time. As the guy hovered toward them, Xander saw how short the ginger really was.
Bolt Boi had a round face, his orange hair in a high fade quiff. His short stature made him look buff, even a little chubby, at 67kg/148lbs.
Xander swallowed hard. "Hey, Bolt Boi."
The superhero have him a smirk and a nod and uncrossed his arms. He touched the ground as they reached the lobby.
"Jed, Deshawn, good to have you back," Bolt said. "Please show Todd his room and give him the tour."
Xander felt small in the cool, sterile room with fancy, abstract art. The three B-listers entered an elevator. Okay, he had to make eye contact now.
"So..." Xander started. "You're Bolt, huh? Wow. I'm-"
The superhero grabbed the offered hand. "Call me Bert. Short for Norbert. Come on, I'll show you around. Don't be so stiff. We're playing in the same league."
Xander sure hoped Bert was playing for Xander's team, because as Bert walked off, 4D vision revealed a thick, bouncy ass that begged to be fucked. Xander had also gotten a glimpse of a neatly shaped ginger bush over a small package but he hardly cared about that.
Xander's room was bigger than his parent's living room and about twenty times more expensively furnished.
After settling into the comfy desk chair, someone carried in his bags from the plane. "Hey newbie. Here's your stuff."
"Thanks," Xander said, "appreciate it uh..."
Xander's mouth stayed ajar. The would-be bellman was levitating.
Despite being a twink, the flying boy in khakis and a band shirt carried both suitcases like they weighted nothing.
"I'm sorry," Xander said. "I don't recognize you. Are you new, too?"
The boy chuckled. "Nah, I'm a sidekick. Not a flying brick, just flying."
Xander got up and shook hands with the boy who called himself Filipe aka B6. A blue eyed, tan, 20 year old Brazilian. His power wasn't just flight though.
"I can go places," Filipe said. "Flight, super speed. I don't even need to breathe in space or under water. I'm basically the scout."
Xander checked out what was under those casual clothes and found a thin, lean body with tiny nipples and a pretty dick. Filipe was hairless everywhere, including the crotch, unlike the other heroes Xander had met so far. His ass wasn't much but he'd be fun to pin down and ravage.
"You've probably been told," Xander said, "but I am one of those flying bricks." He flexed both biceps as if it were the muscles that gave him his powers.
"I've heard," the Brazilian twink said, looking a bit shy. "I guess I'll let you unpack. Garth is going to get you for suit measurement in half an hour."
"Got it. Thanks."
"Are you Garth?" Xander asked.
The boy in jogging pants and a tank top was a light brown twunk – about as muscular as Xander's original body. Probably mixed. Tall and quite pretty. He had a fade with messy curls on top and thick lips.
"That's me," Garth said loudly and confident with a posh accent. His smile was bright. "Better known as Guard Boi."
"Oh wow," Xander said with an exhale. Guard Boi was only seventeen. Younger than the normal entry limit because he was just that good – at flying, at punching and at creating large, impenetrable shields that gave him his moniker.
Garth laughed lightly. "Don't be so star struck."
"It's an honor," Xander said with a playful bow. "I loved how you bounced that plasma ball right back at Drake-Man in issue #348."
Guard Boi Garth chuckled again. "Yeah, alright, that was pretty awesome."
"I had no idea you're English though."
"Can't miss the accent, huh? I try my best to fit in."
They bantered on the way to the elevator and down into the basement. Xander took a look under Garth clothes. The youngest boi had a curly bush and pretty well developed pecs for his size. Not bad.
Adam-B8 was a tech manipulator, while Buck-B9 had the power to construct things, making them the resident super scientists.
They had also designed and built the machine Xander was now standing in, stripping. It was a glass cylinder with rings hovering around its inside.
If he was going to be nude, there was no way he could resist putting on a show.
As he kicked the last of his socks out of the cylinder, he crossed the dicksplosion threshold. He turned around with his monster rod flopping between his legs, mushroom exposed.
He noticed with satisfaction that everyone tried hard not to stare at his mega-dick but stared anyway. Fuck yeah.
"Here," Buck said and flung a little piece of plastic at Xander. "If you want to keep your crotch hair for some reason, you can. The cup keeps the singlet fabric from touching that area."
"Got it," Xander said and pulled the little plastic piece over his pubes. It was slightly sticky at the rim. His soft 8 incher's base barely let him fit his whole bush in.
Buck closed the glass cabin's door and flicked a switch. "Please stand with your legs shoulder wide apart and arms slightly raised."
Adam at the computer hit a button and the rings spun, shooting lasers at Xander, everywhere below the throat. The teen muscle god looked straight ahead as he had been instructed.
After a minute Adam said, "Great, we finished hair removal and measured your size. Now please muscle down."
Reluctantly, Xander shed his mass. He felt truly naked now. He also sensed the guys in the room relax a bit as they quickly glanced at his normal-sized dick. He was still skinned back and fought the urge to pull his foreskin into place.
"Finished," Adam said and the lasers turned off. "Stay muscled down for the moment."
The rings returned to their initial positon and Buck opened the door, handing Xander his jockstrap and stretchy sweatpants back.
Garth was conversational while they waited for the new singlet to be printed. They sat on a bench in front of the lab. Xander didn't like being small in the presence of other heroes. He wanted to take up more space. He wanted his massive dick back.
But... It was nice to be on the same level as Garth and others, too.
He noticed their attitudes toward him changing when he was `normal'. Intimidation and dominance were villain things. Xander wanted friendship, like in the Cooperation Contest of issue #79 where Zeal showed the council of Nexus Prime how- Right!
"Garth, have you ever met Captain Zeal?"
"Wow," Garth said. "You're grinning from ear to ear. A fanboy?"
"Uh... Obviously? Zeal is the most heroic hero ever." And the hottest, Xander added silently.
"Yeah, we had some ruin-ins, but I'm only on the roster for big stuff since last month so I've never had a mission with him."
"Okay, but what is he like? Not during missions. In general."
"Pretty imposing." Garth thought for a moment. "If you've seen interviews, you know as much as I do. He's not exactly going to share his secret private life with me."
Xander was a little frustrated but that changed when his uniform was ready. He stripped and slipped into the sky blue singlet in front of a wall height mirror.
Fuck, he looked kinda hot, even muscled down. His now totally hairless skin let the high-tech, part-alien fiber slide into every nook on his body but smoothed over all the tiny irregularities like little moles and his nipples.
Then he para-flexed and his body muscled up.
It was almost like back in his room when he had first pulled mass from the 4th dimension. He levitated as his uncovered legs and arms grew. His cut abs and rippling pecs pushed the fabric out as the uniform stretched to accommodate his form perfectly.
His monolith of a dick pressed hard against the cup, making his bulge obscene despite being totally featureless. He was a fucking sex monster. That smile was probably never going to leave his face.
"Any problems?" Adam asked.
"None whatsoever. I love it."
"Great," Adam said, typing away at his terminal. "So have you thought about a hero name yet?"
"Well, my powers are based in the fourth dimension, apparently, so... 4X?" Xander tentatively tried.
"Ooh," Garth made. "I like it."
Adam typed. "Welcome aboard, 4X."
Xander couldn't help but raise his fist in triumph. "Fuck yeah."
Chapter 4: Among Gods