Bad luck

Today however wasn’t a ‘hero day’ as Stan had marked them on the calendar. Which yes, was quite the opposite of what hero work should stand for. Because to Stan, all of his hero work felt like actual work. He just had to prove to Eliorah and Lauren he had it in him. Through the years of not succeeding with anything. Feeling how he lacked in so many departments he couldn’t simply mutate, to his knowledge, he felt he had let them down.

For starters there was Lauren, who had helped him get into the zoo again…this time to help him with the jaguar. Even though she didn’t really know what for. In any case, her parents hadn’t wanted Stan to be near her after the incident with the lion, but she had always acted like that didn’t matter to her. Which in Stan’s head couldn’t be true. He couldn’t believe that Lauren wasn’t feeling somewhat ostracized by her family because of him. Especially since Lauren had turned into a smart biochemist. She apparently had stayed by Stan’s side through high school instead of skipping a grade. Which also didn’t help his esteem with her parents, even though it had been her own choice.

Then there was the beautiful Eliorah. If Lauren wasn’t with him, Eliorah would make sure to stay by Stan’s side. Which wasn’t unusual, since they sometimes slept with each other in Stan’s bed. Well, they did so when they were young, mostly to comfort Stan. An act he still held dear to his heart. Though what interested him most to these girls is somewhat more intrinsic.

Lauren for example had gone to Stan for exercise tips. Stan believed it to be because she just wants to be in shape. Not seeing the underlying want from her to please him with her body. Making it so that she had developed three routines, encompassing yoga, pilates and tai chi. This resulted in an overall flexible healthy physique. Decorated by her mousy brown hair that ended at the end of her neck curling up. Smart green emerald eyes looking between the strands of brown curling hair. A small nose with small lips connected to it. While a thick jawline walked down to her neck.

Her body though petite, standing at a 5’1 feet, was very slender. The muscles she had developed could be almost seen through her skin, if she would let you see it. Since in most cases she was wearing something that would hide it. That something would also be hiding her b cups perking up from her chest. With her areolas as big as chestnuts. Hard and poking against the material as she would be in close proximity with Stan. Her stomach flat, where her legs would meet with her hips. On the one side a nicely shaven virgin cunt, and on the other a round bubble butt in the shape of a heart.

Though Lauren had saved all of this for Stan, it didn’t mean she would give it to him now. The stem cells that had taken over her thoughts, weren’t actually enough to take over her full thinking. It could just cement themselves into her thinking. Though, now that they had been there for so long. They had affected the roads in her mind already so much that she was easy to win over. Perhaps a few more bites and she wouldn’t be able to think for herself anymore.

Eliorah, who now looked like a goddess, was a doctor in the making. Something which many seemed to link to her nursing days at daycare. While to Stan, this was exactly what he had expected her to become. Something that elevated his regard of her even more. She was a true hero, someone whose daily job it was to save people. Unlike Stan himself. And then to look at her-…no bask in her glorious frame. Blond locks walking down her shoulder blades like sunlight. High cheekbones lifting up her auburn sparkling eyes. While her nose was a little sharp. Protruding collarbones holding up her large D cup tits. Wide hips with thick thighs. Only holding up her 5’4 frame. Though Stan’s eyes would first be at his stepsisters ass. Looking at the roundness of it, to then bask in the glory of her always smiling face.

Which was why Eliorah was also quite wanted by other men, which she had found a solution on. Unbeknownst to Stan himself, she had introduced pictures of him to her friends as her boyfriend. Not because she was in love with him or anything, but just to shut them up. Besides that, Eliorah thinks to herself that it is quite logical for her stepbrother to decide when and how she should have a relationship with him. After all, because of the ever living warm sound in her head that told her he owned her, he had the right to decide so. Which meant that Eliorah was on the brink of falling to the control of her stepbrother. Apparently she only needed one more bite and she would be his to control. Though he didn’t know this.

There is no hero work on the calendar today. There is no normal work that has been placed on the calendar. But there is a date that has been placed there. A date with his lovely stepsister as they would go to a restaurant. Something Stan couldn’t really afford, but his stepsister could. And even though it wasn’t a date with someone he thought he could have as a girlfriend, he dressed himself up quite nicely. With just a plain grey suite that he had been able to buy from a second hand store he walked onto the buss station.

Where he boarded an old looking buss. One that looked like it had already served its time. The same could be said by its driver really. An old man smacking his lips on a mint leaf. Yellow stained eyes that seemed to just be able to read the stop signs. To Stan however, this was a normal way of transport if he didn’t want to pay much or be seen. He sat down as he felt the old bastard of a buss start to come alive under his ass. But then, in the corner of his eye, he sees a man do the same thing as he had done before.

A man his age bit into a human. Then, as Stan turned his head to see what he thought he had seen better, he could see the man whispering something into the ear of his victim. The victim being a woman who was alone with red hair and quite a whorish outfit. Which didn’t really matter to Stan, but it could mean something to the man.

“You bastard!”

She heard the woman yell however. To both the surprise of Stan as to the stranger who had just bit into her.

“But-…”

He now said out loud to be cut off by the woman’s handbag slamming into his face. Seemingly she had held it under her seat for the entire route, probably to slap away people who wouldn’t offer her services enough money. The pale men now retaliated in anger however. Jumping on top of the woman, slamming her down under his weight.

Which he shouldn’t have done in a bus crowded with people. But especially not in a buss that held Stan in it. Immediately he had stood up from his seat, walking to to the stupid man who was mistreating a…hooker. Stan wasn’t really someone to judge the situation however, and thought her to be at the same level as any other human. Someone who deserved respect. This was somewhat unfortunate for the other alien, who wasn’t aware of the slight mistake he had made by doing his business in this specific buss. While also not being aware of the fist inching closer to his face. An unfortunate play of events for this creature so to speak.

And now that we are starting to talk about things that end up unfortunate, the driver wasn’t paying attention to the road anymore. While looking in his mirror to see the the start of a fight break out, one that would fortunately never happen, a truck drove itself almost through the side of the buss. Lifting it slightly up. Everything cascading around Stan as his hand immediately grabbed ahold of the man with so much ****, that he started screaming while hearing his bones crush. Believing it to be the buss squashing him alive.

After a moment of rolling itself on the side, the buss had become silent for the first time of its small drive.