Explore their powers
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Over the following days, Val and Matty secretly trained their powers together at the nature reserve after dark. They waited until long after sunset, when the polluted pond and thickets were completely empty, then flew there silently from their apartment, staying low to avoid detection.
Each night became a private ritual. They practiced control with fierce concentration. Val learned to grip objects with just enough pressure — crushing neither stone nor steel. Matty mastered flying in tight spirals without creating sonic booms. They took turns freezing sections of the river with soft icy breaths, then melting them again with carefully controlled laser eyes — pink for Val, blue for Matty.
They grew bolder in their training. Val would uproot entire trees with one hand and gently set them back in place. Matty practiced super-speed sprints along the riverbank, stopping on a dime without carving trenches in the earth. Their laughter echoed softly through the trees — still shy and quiet on the surface, but carrying an undercurrent of pure delight in their new strength.
Yet they carefully hid their darker sides from each other.
When Val flexed her massive pecs in the moonlight and felt a rush of narcissistic pleasure at how godlike she looked, she quickly turned it into a simple strength exercise and smiled sweetly at Matty. When Matty caught his reflection in the river and imagined himself as a dominant, sexy ruler making others kneel, he immediately pushed the thought away and suggested they practice freezing targets instead. Neither admitted how much they enjoyed the feeling of absolute power. Neither spoke about the growing hunger for revenge against everyone who had ever hurt them.
Their bodies continued to feel more beautiful and feminine with every passing night. Val’s long hair flowed like silk in the wind as she flew. Her full lips and long lashes made her look like a bronze goddess even when she was trying to act normal. Matty’s androgynous prettiness had only deepened — his heart-shaped face, long wavy hair, and delicate features contrasted sharply with his football-sized biceps and shredded 8-pack, creating an almost ethereal beauty.
One night, after a particularly successful training session where they had both managed to fly in perfect formation without crashing into trees, they landed on their favorite hidden clearing. They sat side by side on the grass, massive bodies gleaming under the moonlight, makeshift clothes barely containing their physiques.
Matty looked up at his mother, his large brown eyes shining with a mix of shyness and genuine hope.
“Mamá… what if we really did it? What if we became superheroes?”
Val turned to him, surprised but not entirely. She had been waiting for him to bring it up again.
“We could help people,” Matty continued softly, twisting his long hair around one finger. “Stop bullies. Protect kids like me at school. Save people who are weak and scared… the way we used to be. We wouldn’t have to hide forever. We could wear masks or something. Be anonymous.”
He paused, then added with a small, hopeful smile, “We could be a team. Like… mother and son superheroes.”
Val looked at him for a long moment. On the surface she smiled gently, the polite, loving mother he had always known. Inside, her mind raced with darker possibilities — the fantasy of ruling instead of saving, of making the world kneel rather than protecting it. But she kept those thoughts locked away.
She reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from his face with her long nails.
“That sounds beautiful, mijo,” she said warmly. “Maybe… we can try. We can start small. Help quietly at first. See how it feels.”
Matty’s face lit up with pure joy. For the first time in years, he looked truly excited about the future.
They sat together in comfortable silence, the polluted river murmuring nearby, both of them secretly wondering how long they could balance their heroic dreams with the growing, hungry monster inside.
---
Choose how the story continues:
Option 1: They begin their secret superhero career by quietly stopping small crimes and bullying incidents around Havenridge at night, while still struggling to hide their powers during the day. Their dark sides start to peek out more during these “heroic” moments.
Option 2: They decide to create secret superhero identities and costumes first. While designing and testing their new looks in the apartment or reserve, their narcissistic and dominant fantasies become harder to suppress, leading to moments where they almost reveal their true desires to each other.
Each night became a private ritual. They practiced control with fierce concentration. Val learned to grip objects with just enough pressure — crushing neither stone nor steel. Matty mastered flying in tight spirals without creating sonic booms. They took turns freezing sections of the river with soft icy breaths, then melting them again with carefully controlled laser eyes — pink for Val, blue for Matty.
They grew bolder in their training. Val would uproot entire trees with one hand and gently set them back in place. Matty practiced super-speed sprints along the riverbank, stopping on a dime without carving trenches in the earth. Their laughter echoed softly through the trees — still shy and quiet on the surface, but carrying an undercurrent of pure delight in their new strength.
Yet they carefully hid their darker sides from each other.
When Val flexed her massive pecs in the moonlight and felt a rush of narcissistic pleasure at how godlike she looked, she quickly turned it into a simple strength exercise and smiled sweetly at Matty. When Matty caught his reflection in the river and imagined himself as a dominant, sexy ruler making others kneel, he immediately pushed the thought away and suggested they practice freezing targets instead. Neither admitted how much they enjoyed the feeling of absolute power. Neither spoke about the growing hunger for revenge against everyone who had ever hurt them.
Their bodies continued to feel more beautiful and feminine with every passing night. Val’s long hair flowed like silk in the wind as she flew. Her full lips and long lashes made her look like a bronze goddess even when she was trying to act normal. Matty’s androgynous prettiness had only deepened — his heart-shaped face, long wavy hair, and delicate features contrasted sharply with his football-sized biceps and shredded 8-pack, creating an almost ethereal beauty.
One night, after a particularly successful training session where they had both managed to fly in perfect formation without crashing into trees, they landed on their favorite hidden clearing. They sat side by side on the grass, massive bodies gleaming under the moonlight, makeshift clothes barely containing their physiques.
Matty looked up at his mother, his large brown eyes shining with a mix of shyness and genuine hope.
“Mamá… what if we really did it? What if we became superheroes?”
Val turned to him, surprised but not entirely. She had been waiting for him to bring it up again.
“We could help people,” Matty continued softly, twisting his long hair around one finger. “Stop bullies. Protect kids like me at school. Save people who are weak and scared… the way we used to be. We wouldn’t have to hide forever. We could wear masks or something. Be anonymous.”
He paused, then added with a small, hopeful smile, “We could be a team. Like… mother and son superheroes.”
Val looked at him for a long moment. On the surface she smiled gently, the polite, loving mother he had always known. Inside, her mind raced with darker possibilities — the fantasy of ruling instead of saving, of making the world kneel rather than protecting it. But she kept those thoughts locked away.
She reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from his face with her long nails.
“That sounds beautiful, mijo,” she said warmly. “Maybe… we can try. We can start small. Help quietly at first. See how it feels.”
Matty’s face lit up with pure joy. For the first time in years, he looked truly excited about the future.
They sat together in comfortable silence, the polluted river murmuring nearby, both of them secretly wondering how long they could balance their heroic dreams with the growing, hungry monster inside.
---
Choose how the story continues:
Option 1: They begin their secret superhero career by quietly stopping small crimes and bullying incidents around Havenridge at night, while still struggling to hide their powers during the day. Their dark sides start to peek out more during these “heroic” moments.
Option 2: They decide to create secret superhero identities and costumes first. While designing and testing their new looks in the apartment or reserve, their narcissistic and dominant fantasies become harder to suppress, leading to moments where they almost reveal their true desires to each other.
10 views
·
June 13
Log in to comment