The Morningstar Mansion
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 28
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Charlie's fingers traced the lightning bolt tattoo on his shoulder, her claws leaving faint, glittering trails in the sweat-sheen of his skin. "Come home with me," she murmured, lips brushing his earlobe. "Daddy's hosting a little soirée at the estate. I want to show you off."
Danny arched a brow, flexing his biceps reflexively under her touch. "And what happens when your parents see this?" He gestured at his golden claws, the inhuman sheen of his sweat. "Pretty sure 'cosmic glow-up' isn't in the parenting handbook."
Charlie laughed, the sound like shattering champagne flutes. "Oh, sweet, dumb pumpkin," she cooed, pinching his cheek hard enough to leave a faint mark. "Mommy and Daddy knows all about this..." She flex her enormous bicep, the veins writhing like golden snakes under her skin. "After the transformation In Switzerland they were the first to see the new me—and the first to fall to their knees worshipping me." Her smirk turned wicked. "Daddy even remodeled the east wing to accommodate my new size and... appetites. Not to mention that he already working and finesse my world dominance inspiration!"
Danny blinked. "Wait—your old man, FUCKING Mr. Morningstar, is bankrolling your world domination plan?" He shook his head, blinked, then snorted. "Of course he did." He could picture Mr. Morningstar now—that ridiculous ducktail hairstyle bouncing as he clapped his hands in delight over Charlie’s monstrous new form, so proud of his "little" girl that he’d probably already commissioned a golden statue of her for the garden. "What’s his cut?" Danny smirked. "Or let me guess... he just wants front-row seats to the apocalypse?"
"Sweetheart, please don't use vulgarity when talking about my daddy," Charlie said, putting long manicured golden fingernail on his mouth, this girl really but really love her Daddy. "But yes, he do fund my world dominance dream, actually you could say it was is idea! When he saw what the meteorite did to me he decided that I must rule the world and I must say I agreed. I mean, just look at me!" She twirled, her golden claws catching the light. "Why wouldn't I be the supreme goddess Empress of the world?"
Danny rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress a smirk. "Well fuck me, I guess Daddy's little princess gets to live out her megalomaniacal fairytale after all." He gestured at Charlie's gleaming golden form. "So what's the play here? Do we just waltz into the mansion and start barking orders at your butlers while your dad claps like a seal?" Charlie's claws dug into his forearm possessively as she telekinetically flung open the wrought-iron gates ahead. "Oh, let me go first, I need to explain things to Daddy. I told him I feeling another meteorite... I didn't say nothing about a boyfriend..."
Danny imagine Mr. Morningstar in his mind, toned and quite muscular androgynous body in a tight white tailor expensive three piece suit with golden buttons, perfectly combed ducktail hairstyle, smelling fresh of expensive perfume. Danny couldn't help but smirk—of course Charlie would inherit her narcissism, and all of her bad behavior, from a man who probably practiced smoldering looks in the mirror more than his daughter did. He actually quite like and admire him, Mr. Morningstar is funny and charming and just as self-absorbed as Danny himself, which makes him entertaining company. Until the meteorite he wanted to be like him, rich, sumg, snob, powerful, influential, feared and adored. But now, well... Danny flexed his golden claws absently, watching the light glint off them. They were something else entirely now.
"I am sure Daddy will be happy to see you!" Charlie said, her eyes sparkling as they were flying towards the Morningstar Mansion. "He really like you," she said, "He was sad when we broke up. He think that we are perfect together." Danny smirked, flexing his golden claws mid-flight. "Of course he did. Who wouldn’t want me as a son-in-law?"
The sprawling estate came into view—marble columns gleaming under floodlights, manicured gardens stretching for acres. "Wait her, my love!" She said, "let me first explain things to Daddy!" Charlie landed gracefully on the terrace, her claws clicking against the stone. Danny hovered up in the night sky, watching through the floor-to-ceiling windows as she strode inside, her father rising from his wingback chair with an eager smile. The man looked every inch the aristocrat—silver hair swept back, tailored suit, a face that had never known manual labor. His eyes widened when Charlie flexed her cartoonishly large biceps, veins popping as she crushed a crystal paperweight into dust.
With his super hearing he could hear their conversation clearly—Charlie's father was practically gushing, voice trembling with awe as he traced her biceps with reverent fingers. "My god, darling, you're magnificent," he whispered, like a pilgrim at an altar. "Those veins—those shoulders—this is exactly what we need to crush those pathetic humans faster!" Danny rolled his golden eyes but smirked; the old man's fanboying was almost endearing in its desperation.
Charlie giggled, twirling in a circle to show off her cartoonishly wide back and thighs, her tailbone-length platinum hair swishing. "Daddy, you're silly," she cooed, flexing her triceps until they split into three distinct peaks. "But wait till you hear this—I don’t even need to touch things to break them anymore!" She flicked a claw, and a marble statue across the room imploded into dust. Her father actually clapped, tears of joy in his eyes.
Danny hovered outside, torn between amusement and disbelief. The man was practically salivating over Charlie's power—tugging at his own silk sleeves like he wished they'd shred under sudden muscle growth. "Sweetheart, this changes everything," he breathed, stroking her forearm like it was sacred. "The board members, the media—they'll grovel. And you said there's more?" Charlie bit her lip, suddenly shy, tracing a claw along the mahogany desk. "Welllll... there's also Danny..."
Her father blinked, hands freezing mid-gesture. The silence stretched like taffy until Charlie giggled nervously and flexed both arms overhead—veins popping, delts swelling—as if her sheer size could soften the blow. "Danny? Your old boyfriend... the boy you want to get married to?" His voice cracked slightly on the last word, eyes darting between her biceps and the doorway where Danny hovered unseen. She bounced on her toes, making the floorboards groan—the same girlish mannerism she'd had at sixteen, now rendered absurd by 280 pounds of cosmic-enhanced muscle. "Yes, Daddy."
"What about him? I am sure that now he will change his mind and come back to you, after all who will not to be the boyfriend of my little princess?" Mr. Morningstar chuckled, adjusting his cufflinks with practiced ease, as if discussing the weather rather than the enslavement of mankind. Danny rolled his eyes from his hidden vantage point, but couldn’t suppress the smirk tugging at his lips—Charlie’s father had always been a theatrical bastard, but this was next-level. The man was practically glowing as he traced a reverent finger along Charlie’s bicep, marveling at the way the muscle twitched under his touch. "Oh, Daddy," Charlie giggled, flexing hard enough to make the seams of her dress groan, "you’re adorable when you’re clueless."
She leaned down—way down, given her new height—and whispered something in his ear. Her father’s expression cycled through shock, disbelief, and finally, rapturous delight as he clutched her forearm like a zealot gripping a holy relic. "You mean—he’s like you now? Enhanced? Divine?" Charlie nodded, her golden eyes flickering toward the doorway where Danny lurked, her smirk widening. "Even better," she purred, squeezing her father’s shoulder with just enough force to make him gasp. "Stronger. Faster. Prettier."
Danny stepped into the room at her unspoken signal, the floorboards creaking under his weight. The moment he crossed the threshold, something unexpected twisted in his gut—a prickling self-consciousness he hadn’t felt since puberty. He was naked, still dripping with that strange, rubbery sweat, and suddenly hyperaware of every inch of exposed skin under Mr. Morningstar’s assessing gaze. It was weird. He could snap this man’s spine with a thought, yet here he was, subtly flexing his abs as if auditioning for approval. Danny know that deep inside, Charlie’s father was the only person he couldn’t intimidate—because Charlie would never forgive him. And that he actually admire him and secretly he wish that this man was his father too.
Mr. Morningstar...
Danny arched a brow, flexing his biceps reflexively under her touch. "And what happens when your parents see this?" He gestured at his golden claws, the inhuman sheen of his sweat. "Pretty sure 'cosmic glow-up' isn't in the parenting handbook."
Charlie laughed, the sound like shattering champagne flutes. "Oh, sweet, dumb pumpkin," she cooed, pinching his cheek hard enough to leave a faint mark. "Mommy and Daddy knows all about this..." She flex her enormous bicep, the veins writhing like golden snakes under her skin. "After the transformation In Switzerland they were the first to see the new me—and the first to fall to their knees worshipping me." Her smirk turned wicked. "Daddy even remodeled the east wing to accommodate my new size and... appetites. Not to mention that he already working and finesse my world dominance inspiration!"
Danny blinked. "Wait—your old man, FUCKING Mr. Morningstar, is bankrolling your world domination plan?" He shook his head, blinked, then snorted. "Of course he did." He could picture Mr. Morningstar now—that ridiculous ducktail hairstyle bouncing as he clapped his hands in delight over Charlie’s monstrous new form, so proud of his "little" girl that he’d probably already commissioned a golden statue of her for the garden. "What’s his cut?" Danny smirked. "Or let me guess... he just wants front-row seats to the apocalypse?"
"Sweetheart, please don't use vulgarity when talking about my daddy," Charlie said, putting long manicured golden fingernail on his mouth, this girl really but really love her Daddy. "But yes, he do fund my world dominance dream, actually you could say it was is idea! When he saw what the meteorite did to me he decided that I must rule the world and I must say I agreed. I mean, just look at me!" She twirled, her golden claws catching the light. "Why wouldn't I be the supreme goddess Empress of the world?"
Danny rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress a smirk. "Well fuck me, I guess Daddy's little princess gets to live out her megalomaniacal fairytale after all." He gestured at Charlie's gleaming golden form. "So what's the play here? Do we just waltz into the mansion and start barking orders at your butlers while your dad claps like a seal?" Charlie's claws dug into his forearm possessively as she telekinetically flung open the wrought-iron gates ahead. "Oh, let me go first, I need to explain things to Daddy. I told him I feeling another meteorite... I didn't say nothing about a boyfriend..."
Danny imagine Mr. Morningstar in his mind, toned and quite muscular androgynous body in a tight white tailor expensive three piece suit with golden buttons, perfectly combed ducktail hairstyle, smelling fresh of expensive perfume. Danny couldn't help but smirk—of course Charlie would inherit her narcissism, and all of her bad behavior, from a man who probably practiced smoldering looks in the mirror more than his daughter did. He actually quite like and admire him, Mr. Morningstar is funny and charming and just as self-absorbed as Danny himself, which makes him entertaining company. Until the meteorite he wanted to be like him, rich, sumg, snob, powerful, influential, feared and adored. But now, well... Danny flexed his golden claws absently, watching the light glint off them. They were something else entirely now.
"I am sure Daddy will be happy to see you!" Charlie said, her eyes sparkling as they were flying towards the Morningstar Mansion. "He really like you," she said, "He was sad when we broke up. He think that we are perfect together." Danny smirked, flexing his golden claws mid-flight. "Of course he did. Who wouldn’t want me as a son-in-law?"
The sprawling estate came into view—marble columns gleaming under floodlights, manicured gardens stretching for acres. "Wait her, my love!" She said, "let me first explain things to Daddy!" Charlie landed gracefully on the terrace, her claws clicking against the stone. Danny hovered up in the night sky, watching through the floor-to-ceiling windows as she strode inside, her father rising from his wingback chair with an eager smile. The man looked every inch the aristocrat—silver hair swept back, tailored suit, a face that had never known manual labor. His eyes widened when Charlie flexed her cartoonishly large biceps, veins popping as she crushed a crystal paperweight into dust.
With his super hearing he could hear their conversation clearly—Charlie's father was practically gushing, voice trembling with awe as he traced her biceps with reverent fingers. "My god, darling, you're magnificent," he whispered, like a pilgrim at an altar. "Those veins—those shoulders—this is exactly what we need to crush those pathetic humans faster!" Danny rolled his golden eyes but smirked; the old man's fanboying was almost endearing in its desperation.
Charlie giggled, twirling in a circle to show off her cartoonishly wide back and thighs, her tailbone-length platinum hair swishing. "Daddy, you're silly," she cooed, flexing her triceps until they split into three distinct peaks. "But wait till you hear this—I don’t even need to touch things to break them anymore!" She flicked a claw, and a marble statue across the room imploded into dust. Her father actually clapped, tears of joy in his eyes.
Danny hovered outside, torn between amusement and disbelief. The man was practically salivating over Charlie's power—tugging at his own silk sleeves like he wished they'd shred under sudden muscle growth. "Sweetheart, this changes everything," he breathed, stroking her forearm like it was sacred. "The board members, the media—they'll grovel. And you said there's more?" Charlie bit her lip, suddenly shy, tracing a claw along the mahogany desk. "Welllll... there's also Danny..."
Her father blinked, hands freezing mid-gesture. The silence stretched like taffy until Charlie giggled nervously and flexed both arms overhead—veins popping, delts swelling—as if her sheer size could soften the blow. "Danny? Your old boyfriend... the boy you want to get married to?" His voice cracked slightly on the last word, eyes darting between her biceps and the doorway where Danny hovered unseen. She bounced on her toes, making the floorboards groan—the same girlish mannerism she'd had at sixteen, now rendered absurd by 280 pounds of cosmic-enhanced muscle. "Yes, Daddy."
"What about him? I am sure that now he will change his mind and come back to you, after all who will not to be the boyfriend of my little princess?" Mr. Morningstar chuckled, adjusting his cufflinks with practiced ease, as if discussing the weather rather than the enslavement of mankind. Danny rolled his eyes from his hidden vantage point, but couldn’t suppress the smirk tugging at his lips—Charlie’s father had always been a theatrical bastard, but this was next-level. The man was practically glowing as he traced a reverent finger along Charlie’s bicep, marveling at the way the muscle twitched under his touch. "Oh, Daddy," Charlie giggled, flexing hard enough to make the seams of her dress groan, "you’re adorable when you’re clueless."
She leaned down—way down, given her new height—and whispered something in his ear. Her father’s expression cycled through shock, disbelief, and finally, rapturous delight as he clutched her forearm like a zealot gripping a holy relic. "You mean—he’s like you now? Enhanced? Divine?" Charlie nodded, her golden eyes flickering toward the doorway where Danny lurked, her smirk widening. "Even better," she purred, squeezing her father’s shoulder with just enough force to make him gasp. "Stronger. Faster. Prettier."
Danny stepped into the room at her unspoken signal, the floorboards creaking under his weight. The moment he crossed the threshold, something unexpected twisted in his gut—a prickling self-consciousness he hadn’t felt since puberty. He was naked, still dripping with that strange, rubbery sweat, and suddenly hyperaware of every inch of exposed skin under Mr. Morningstar’s assessing gaze. It was weird. He could snap this man’s spine with a thought, yet here he was, subtly flexing his abs as if auditioning for approval. Danny know that deep inside, Charlie’s father was the only person he couldn’t intimidate—because Charlie would never forgive him. And that he actually admire him and secretly he wish that this man was his father too.
Mr. Morningstar...
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