Date: Wed, 24 Feb 2016 03:44:58 +0900
From: SC Walker <scwalkerxxx@gmail.com>
Subject: Teen Superhero Slut Chapter 00

Hey guys, I've been a fan of Nifty for a while, and I've decided to try
writing my very own story. Thanks to Dumb Horny Jock for his support and
advice. Read his stories, they are fantastic!

This is an idea I've had for a while and I have a big plot planned out. I
hope people like it, if they are anything like me nothing is better than
hungry bubble butts and superheroes. Chapter 0 is mostly set-up with no
sex, but I hope people find it hot!

I have a Tumblr, where I'll post pics and some background info for the
setting as well. I would love to hear from any fans, if they find pics of
any characters, story ideas, or things they want to see. I also will have a
vote for the name of the Superhero!

Check it out at
http://scwalkerxxx.tumblr.com/

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Chapter 0: Rise of a Hero

Purity City, of the former United States of America
Year – 20XX

Many years ago, to prevent the extreme degeneration of society, the leaders
of what would become Purity City decided to take drastic measures to save
the people. Viewing sex as the root cause of all of society's problems,
they outlawed it without exceptions. Re-training the police force to focus
almost exclusively on "obscenity crimes", all sexual freedom was over. The
new obscenity police were very effective. Soon, all traces and knowledge of
sexuality were erased from Purity City. No pornography, no masturbation,
and especially no intercourse. Even teenagers, once famous for their
unstoppable sex drives, were left repressed and unsatisfied.

***

"What's the point of even sitting in History class?" Troy Thompson thought
to himself.

While not an academic student, Troy was smart enough to recognize the class
for what it truly was: propaganda. "Great job they did. They sure stopped
all that sex crime, except they ignored everything else."'  Troy was
right. Drug use had exploded, due to desperate people trying to manage the
angry, hot tension that wouldn't leave their bodies. This fueled the
rampant gang violence. Yet, the police only cared about catching people
blowing their loads.

"Helllooooo, Earth to Troy? Mrs. Boring better not catch you sleeping in
class again!"

Troy turned to his best friend, Stanley Stevens. Unlike Troy, Stan wasn't a
jock. Tall, skinny, and lanky, he was the class clown. Sometimes people
laughed with Stan, sometimes they laughed at him. But he and Troy have been
inseparable since they were kids despite being so different.

"Oh uh, yeah dude I'm fine. Thanks." As soon as class let out, Troy head
home instead of hanging out with Stan and his girlfriend Brianna like they
always do. Lately, something has been bothering him. Something just doesn't
feel... right.

He was tired of going on dates with Brianna where they barely touch hands
and force themselves to stare at a movie. He knew something was wrong with
the city but he can't figure out what. He's been having dreams of his
father lately, the first time in many years. He barely remembers the man,
walked out on him and his mom years ago.

"This city is sick, Troy, and my job is to fix it" Those words reverberate
in his head. Maybe a shower will help clear his head?

Before stepping into the shower, clad only in his briefs, Troy admired
himself in the mirror. He was well on his way to a tight, muscular body,
thanks to years of football and soccer. He loved his biceps, his six-pack,
and his v-shaped torso. He turned to admire his prize possession; years of
soccer and running gave him a powerful, muscular ass. Combined with his
angelic face, short blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and pouty lips, there was
no doubt about it: Troy was hot. Troy was movie star hot. If he lived in a
different place during a different time, he would be the object of
everyone's fantasies. Unfortunately, he lived in Purity City.

Normally satisfied with his body, today Troy had a nagging feeling it just
wasn't... enough. He should be bigger, better, somehow. His father is
getting to him. Who was his dad, really? Why did he say it was his job to
fix the city?

Without bothering to put his clothes back on, he head to his mom's
closet. There must be something about his dad in there. Ever since his dad
left, his mom has worked long hours to support the two of them. He didn't
have to worry about her walking in to him snooping in her room.

***

"Huh? What's this?" Troy pulls the large, heavy briefcase down from the
high shelf in his mom's closet.

Big yellow sticker: TOP SECRET Smaller note on masking tape: FOR TROY –
DAD.

Troy looked at the lock. It was completely blank, no numbers, no keys. It
looked damaged, like someone had tried to force it open, but couldn't.
"Must have been Mom... what could be in here?" He touched his finger to the
lock, even though he had no idea how to open it.

BIOMETRIC SCAN ACCEPTED. *click*

For such a heavy briefcase, it looked like there was barely anything
inside. In foam casing, there was a pill bottle and an envelope with TROY
written on it.

"Dear Troy, If you are reading this, I'm long gone kiddo. They got to me,
which means it's all up to you. I'm sorry you have to do this, but I've
fought my whole life to fix this city, and I hope you'll follow in my
footsteps.  This city is sick, and it's my job to fix it. I know I've said
it to you before, but I hope you remember even when you're older. I worked
really hard, but I knew I couldn't do it by myself. I know if anyone can
save this city, it's you.  These will help you. They are my life's
work. I've made many mistakes, but I am so proud of you and the young man
you will become.  Use them and save this city Troy. Make me proud, son.
Love, Dad"

Troy took a step back. "What the fuck?" What does he mean, `they got to
me'? What the fuck are these pills?

A clear bottle, label: ONCE PER NIGHT. Inside, about twenty large white
pills.

How could he trust a man who walked out on him and his mom? What if these
were poison? Even as he thought that, he found himself taking a pill out,
popping it in his mouth, and swallowing. It tasted bitter and a little
salty, but went down alright.

Almost immediately he felt the effects. At first, a warmth spread from his
stomach to the rest of his body. Then, a tingly feeling, concentrated at
his fingers and toes. And suddenly, he felt like his whole body was on
FIRE.

"FUCK!! POISON!" Troy ran to the bathroom, he needed to get these pills out
of his system, fast.

As soon as he got to the bathroom, though, the fire and pain had
stopped. He felt different, like he had electricity flowing through him. He
looked in the mirror.

It was definitely Troy looking back at him, but different. Troy liked his
muscular body before, but now he couldn't believe his eyes. His biceps were
the size of baseballs, he could grind cheese on his tight abs, his heaving,
thick pecs were adorned by pink, quarter-sized nipples. They were like
little pink bullets on his chest, hard and pointed. He rubbed his chest; it
was pure muscle, hard as rock but had a good amount of give. His fingers
brushed against the nipples, sending jolts through his body. He turned and
looked over his shoulder. Once a nice round butt, Troy now had a huge,
muscular, meaty bubble ass. Two powerful, thick cheeks, tight and high with
plenty of jiggle.  The kind of ass you couldn't get even with thousands of
squats, you had to be blessed with it. And for some reason, Troy had.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Was he going crazy? Was he bigger, bulkier? It had to be
a trick.

Nope, if anything, his ass was definitely bigger. His white briefs were so
stretched out there were holes in them. They were ruined. With every step
his ass bounced and stretched the fabric even further, ripping his undies
into shreds.

Troy brought the briefcase to his room. "There must be something in here to
make it stop!" Suddenly, he noticed something that was beneath the
envelope.

What kind of twisted man WAS his dad? It was a T-shaped fabric, if you
could call it that. It was so thin it might as well had been a string. It
was elastic and bright pink. There was also a matching mask, with a tag
that read "FOR TROY".

"Is this...? No way!" His briefs already in tatters, it was better than
nothing. There was no way any of his underwear could fit over his new booty
anyways. He stepped into the tiny underwear, and pulled it up over his
bubble butt. The stretchy material helped make it a perfect fit, with the
string in the back wedged in his crack, pressing against his
asshole. Something about it felt... good. Right. The string nestled against
his buzzing hole was somehow comfortable.

At least the tingling, itching, burning feeling was gone. Well, almost
gone. He could feel it throbbing in his asshole. He reached back, pulled
one pillowy cheek aside and tapped his finger to his hole. An even more
powerful shock jolted his entire body, making him shiver and moan. Troy
breathed out.

"Woah-woah-woah, what was that?!" It was like flicking a switch in
him. That itching was worse, a buzzing in his hole. It was the kind you
just couldn't ignore, the kind that gets the adrenaline pumping. He needed
to get out of here. He needed to get some fresh air. He
needed... SOMETHING.  It was like he was losing control over his own
body. He at least had enough control to put on the mask before he opened
his window and jumped onto the neighboring roof. Stark naked in the cold
city night except for a mask and a tiny pink thong.

As he ran from roof to roof, feeling his body full of adrenaline and his
asshole itchy and throbbing, Troy had no idea what was in store for him
that night.

***

I hope you guys like it! This is just to set up the story, so no sex. Luckily, Chapter 1 will be here shortly!

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