SuperMom and SuperSon
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
an188
They decided to create secret superhero identities first.
The next few nights were spent in careful planning inside their small apartment and during hidden training sessions at the nature reserve. Val and Matty sat on the floor surrounded by torn bedsheets, old fabric, and whatever stretchy materials they could find without drawing attention. Designing costumes while hiding their true feelings proved both exciting and dangerous — every time one of them flexed too hard or admired their reflection too long, they quickly changed the subject to keep the darker fantasies buried.
After several attempts and a lot of accidental tearing of fabric with their super strength, they settled on a matching design that felt right: tight-fitting bodysuits in shimmering shades of pink and purple. The material hugged every ridge and curve of their superhuman physiques — accentuating Val’s massive, striated pecs, her tiny cinched waist, and powerful thighs, while perfectly outlining Matty’s androgynous beauty, his football-sized biceps, and shredded 8-pack. The suits were sleek, glossy, and left their heads completely bare, allowing their long, beautiful hair to flow freely. To finish the look, they added long, flowing purple cloaks that billowed dramatically when they flew.
They tested the costumes at the reserve under moonlight. Val stood tall in her pink-and-purple bodysuit, the fabric stretching perfectly over her golden-bronze skin and colossal muscles. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and the purple cloak draped regally over her broad shoulders. She looked like a majestic empress — beautiful, powerful, and dangerously feminine.
Matty’s suit clung to his slimmer yet equally shredded frame, the colors making his cute, androgynous face and long wavy hair pop. The purple cloak fluttered around him as he posed, making him look like a delicate yet godlike young hero. He couldn’t stop stealing glances at himself in the river’s reflection.
They practiced flying and posing in the costumes, laughing softly as the cloaks swirled behind them. Val struck a powerful pose, hands on her hips, pecs flexing. Matty mirrored her with a shy but excited grin. For a moment, the costumes made everything feel real — like they could actually become the heroes they claimed they wanted to be.
But as they flew back toward the apartment that night, both felt the pull of something deeper. Val’s mind kept drifting to how easily she could rule instead of protect. Matty imagined himself as a dominant figure, admired and feared by those who once bullied him. They pushed those thoughts down, hiding them carefully from each other with gentle smiles and quiet Spanish phrases of encouragement.
Back home, they carefully hid the costumes in a locked box under the bed. As they lay down to sleep (the bed now reinforced with metal bars Val had “gently” bent into shape), Matty whispered in the darkness:
“We’ll start small, Mamá. Just helping people who need it. Like real superheroes.”
Val smiled in the dark, her voice soft and loving on the surface.
“Yes, mijo. Like real superheroes.”
Neither of them mentioned how good the tight bodysuits felt against their skin, or how the purple cloaks made them feel like royalty rather than saviors.
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Choose how the story continues:
Option 1: They begin their first official “heroic” night patrol in their new pink-and-purple bodysuits and purple cloaks. While trying to stop a minor crime or bullying incident in Havenridge, their dark sides start to emerge more strongly, making it hard to stay purely heroic.
Option 2: During a private training session in the reserve while wearing the costumes, Val and Matty get carried away with posing, flexing, and admiring each other’s new bodies. The narcissistic and dominant fantasies become harder to hide, leading to a moment where one of them almost reveals their true desires.
The next few nights were spent in careful planning inside their small apartment and during hidden training sessions at the nature reserve. Val and Matty sat on the floor surrounded by torn bedsheets, old fabric, and whatever stretchy materials they could find without drawing attention. Designing costumes while hiding their true feelings proved both exciting and dangerous — every time one of them flexed too hard or admired their reflection too long, they quickly changed the subject to keep the darker fantasies buried.
After several attempts and a lot of accidental tearing of fabric with their super strength, they settled on a matching design that felt right: tight-fitting bodysuits in shimmering shades of pink and purple. The material hugged every ridge and curve of their superhuman physiques — accentuating Val’s massive, striated pecs, her tiny cinched waist, and powerful thighs, while perfectly outlining Matty’s androgynous beauty, his football-sized biceps, and shredded 8-pack. The suits were sleek, glossy, and left their heads completely bare, allowing their long, beautiful hair to flow freely. To finish the look, they added long, flowing purple cloaks that billowed dramatically when they flew.
They tested the costumes at the reserve under moonlight. Val stood tall in her pink-and-purple bodysuit, the fabric stretching perfectly over her golden-bronze skin and colossal muscles. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and the purple cloak draped regally over her broad shoulders. She looked like a majestic empress — beautiful, powerful, and dangerously feminine.
Matty’s suit clung to his slimmer yet equally shredded frame, the colors making his cute, androgynous face and long wavy hair pop. The purple cloak fluttered around him as he posed, making him look like a delicate yet godlike young hero. He couldn’t stop stealing glances at himself in the river’s reflection.
They practiced flying and posing in the costumes, laughing softly as the cloaks swirled behind them. Val struck a powerful pose, hands on her hips, pecs flexing. Matty mirrored her with a shy but excited grin. For a moment, the costumes made everything feel real — like they could actually become the heroes they claimed they wanted to be.
But as they flew back toward the apartment that night, both felt the pull of something deeper. Val’s mind kept drifting to how easily she could rule instead of protect. Matty imagined himself as a dominant figure, admired and feared by those who once bullied him. They pushed those thoughts down, hiding them carefully from each other with gentle smiles and quiet Spanish phrases of encouragement.
Back home, they carefully hid the costumes in a locked box under the bed. As they lay down to sleep (the bed now reinforced with metal bars Val had “gently” bent into shape), Matty whispered in the darkness:
“We’ll start small, Mamá. Just helping people who need it. Like real superheroes.”
Val smiled in the dark, her voice soft and loving on the surface.
“Yes, mijo. Like real superheroes.”
Neither of them mentioned how good the tight bodysuits felt against their skin, or how the purple cloaks made them feel like royalty rather than saviors.
---
Choose how the story continues:
Option 1: They begin their first official “heroic” night patrol in their new pink-and-purple bodysuits and purple cloaks. While trying to stop a minor crime or bullying incident in Havenridge, their dark sides start to emerge more strongly, making it hard to stay purely heroic.
Option 2: During a private training session in the reserve while wearing the costumes, Val and Matty get carried away with posing, flexing, and admiring each other’s new bodies. The narcissistic and dominant fantasies become harder to hide, leading to a moment where one of them almost reveals their true desires.
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