Escalation

After breakfast Megan and I got dressed. Megan simply threw on an old hoodie and torn jeans with nothing underneath. Whereas I headed out in a nice form fitting shirt, jacket and jeans that Vicky had helped me pick out the other day, clinging to my taller, more muscular physique and larger dick and balls like a glove without feeling overly tight or uncomfortable.

Meg had given me a lift to Winslow on her way to Immaculata in her clunker of a pickup truck that was more rust than paint. It was the sort of eyesore that belonged in a dump or ditch, but the thing drove (with a worrisome rattling the mechanics couldn’t explain or fix), could be parked in the slums with the doors open and potential crooks wouldn’t give it a second glance, and she took pride in how she had “haggled” the former owner down to $100 in cash.

Personally, I think she could have charged him to take it off his hands just so he wouldn’t have to tow it to the dump himself.

But whatever, she dropped me off at the front gates, only a handful of students and staff present this early. We bumped fists and wished each other luck in fucking as many pretty girls as we wanted.

Walking through the broken metal detectors that stood at Winslow’s main entrance I know that I was a far different man than I had been when I left for the holidays and ran into the biggest baddest cape in the whole city. I was bigger, stronger, had superpowers, superpowered friends, lost my virginity, got the greatest dick womankind had ever known, fucked multiple gorgeous heroines multiple times and dozens of random attractive women around the city and made my issues at home go away by turning my mom and sis into my lovers.

Being me was awesome!

But something still felt… off.

Unfulfilled…

Like there was a nagging itch in the back of my brain telling me that there was so much more I could be doing with my powers.

Waltzing into people’s homes and offices without anyone batting an eye, commanding authority over parahumans and politicians just by flashing a card and all I was doing with it was playing gigolo.

Not for the first time, my mind began to whirl with the possibilities. How hard would it be to contact Congress or the President and have them enforce my sexual whims for me? Nationwide polls over which sexy celebrity should visit me for a coveted bout of televised sex each week? Dildos made as life like copies of my dick to be delivered to women around the world to pleasure themselves with? Fashion trends that had women strutting about in lingerie, fetish attire or nothing at all? Tinker sexdolls?

Heck! I could start a cult with sexy brainwashed disciples that swear celibacy to all men but me and actively recruited other women on my authority! I could have Amy work her magic on my balls and give Kaiser a real shock in 9 months when all of the girls in his gang had children that didn’t match his racial dogma! Or cultivate an STD that made women into big breasted nymphos and-

“Excuse me.”

“Aaahh!” I definitely did NOT scream as I spun around and fell on my ass, looking up at the lady that had walked up behind me while I was lost in… thought… Fuck! What was it with people sneaking up behind me?!

“Whoa! Take it easy kid. I’m not that scary am I?” she asked in a playful tone, kneeling down and offering me a hand up. Her skin was pale and her dark wavy hair spilled out from under a fedora all the way down to her shoulders. Taking her outstretched hand, I couldn’t help but appreciate just how well she filled out her immaculate business suit.