Super time
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Their first official “heroic” night patrol began three nights later.
Dressed in their new costumes — tight pink-and-purple bodysuits that clung to every massive muscle and curve, paired with flowing purple cloaks — Val and Matty slipped out of the apartment after midnight. They flew low and silent over the rooftops of Havenridge, the cool night air whipping through their long hair. The bodysuits felt incredible against their golden-bronze skin, stretching perfectly over Val’s colossal pecs and Matty’s shredded physique. The purple cloaks billowed dramatically behind them as they moved, making them feel both powerful and regal.
They decided to start small: patrolling the poorer neighborhoods on the edge of the city, the same streets where they had suffered for years.
It didn’t take long to find trouble.
In a dimly lit alley behind an old warehouse, they heard familiar voices — loud, mocking laughter mixed with the sound of someone being shoved against a wall. Val and Matty landed quietly on a nearby rooftop and peered down.
Three older teenagers — the same type who had bullied Matty at school — had cornered a younger boy, maybe thirteen years old. They were pushing him around, stealing his backpack, and calling him names. One of them slapped the boy across the face while the others laughed.
Matty’s hands clenched into fists, his football-sized biceps flexing involuntarily. The bodysuit creaked slightly under the pressure. Val placed a gentle but heavy hand on his shoulder.
“Remember, mijo… we’re heroes tonight. We help. We don’t hurt.”
They dropped down into the alley together, cloaks swirling. The bullies froze at the sight of two towering, impossibly muscular figures in shiny pink-and-purple suits, heads bare, long hair flowing, purple capes draped over their shoulders.
Val spoke first, trying to keep her voice calm and heroic. “Let the boy go. Now.”
One of the bullies sneered, though his voice shook. “Who the hell are you freaks?”
Matty stepped forward, his pretty face serious. “We’re here to help people like him. People you hurt.”
The leader laughed nervously and shoved the younger boy harder. “Mind your own business, muscle freaks!”
That was the moment their dark sides began to peek through.
Val felt a hot rush of anger — the same anger she had swallowed for years while being mocked at work. Her long nails dug into her palms. She wanted to grab the bully, lift him with one hand, and make him beg the way she had once begged silently. Instead, she forced herself to reach out slowly and gently pull the younger boy to safety behind her massive frame.
Matty’s eyes flashed. The memories of being called “princess,” being shoved into lockers, and having his hair flicked came flooding back. His laser eyes flickered with faint blue light for a split second before he caught himself. He stepped closer, voice low and trembling with barely contained power.
“You shouldn’t hurt people who can’t fight back.”
One of the bullies swung a punch at Matty — a stupid, desperate move. Matty caught the fist effortlessly in his palm. The sound of bones creaking filled the alley. He didn’t squeeze… but the bully dropped to his knees with a whimper.
Val’s breath quickened. She could feel the empress inside her stirring — the desire to make these boys kneel properly, to hear them apologize for every cruel word ever spoken to her or her son. Her pecs flexed involuntarily, stretching the bodysuit tighter.
The bullies were terrified now, backing away.
“Please… we’re sorry…” one stammered.
Matty helped the younger boy to his feet and returned his backpack, speaking softly. “Go home. You’re safe now.”
As the boy ran off, the three bullies scrambled away into the night, tripping over each other in fear.
Val and Matty stood alone in the alley, breathing heavily, cloaks settling around their powerful bodies. The rush of using their strength — even gently — had felt intoxicating. Val’s cheeks were flushed; Matty’s nipples were visibly hard against the tight fabric of his suit.
They looked at each other in the dim light.
“We did good… right?” Matty asked quietly, though his voice carried a strange new edge of satisfaction.
Val nodded, but her big brown eyes held a darker glimmer she quickly hid. “Yes, mijo. We helped someone tonight.”
They flew home in silence, the purple cloaks trailing behind them like royal banners. Both were quietly fighting the growing hunger inside — the part that wanted more than just “helping.” The part that wanted worship. The part that wanted revenge.
Back in the apartment, they changed out of the costumes without speaking much. The dark side had peeked out tonight… and it had liked what it tasted.
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Choose how the story continues:
Option 1: Their second night patrol goes further — they encounter more serious criminals or a group that includes people who have personally bullied/harassed Val and Matty in the past. Their ability to stay “heroic” is tested even harder as the dark, dominant side grows stronger.
Option 2: After a few successful (but increasingly intense) patrols, Val and Matty return to the nature reserve in their costumes for “advanced training.” While flexing, posing, and testing their powers in the suits, the narcissistic fantasies become almost impossible to hide from each other.
Dressed in their new costumes — tight pink-and-purple bodysuits that clung to every massive muscle and curve, paired with flowing purple cloaks — Val and Matty slipped out of the apartment after midnight. They flew low and silent over the rooftops of Havenridge, the cool night air whipping through their long hair. The bodysuits felt incredible against their golden-bronze skin, stretching perfectly over Val’s colossal pecs and Matty’s shredded physique. The purple cloaks billowed dramatically behind them as they moved, making them feel both powerful and regal.
They decided to start small: patrolling the poorer neighborhoods on the edge of the city, the same streets where they had suffered for years.
It didn’t take long to find trouble.
In a dimly lit alley behind an old warehouse, they heard familiar voices — loud, mocking laughter mixed with the sound of someone being shoved against a wall. Val and Matty landed quietly on a nearby rooftop and peered down.
Three older teenagers — the same type who had bullied Matty at school — had cornered a younger boy, maybe thirteen years old. They were pushing him around, stealing his backpack, and calling him names. One of them slapped the boy across the face while the others laughed.
Matty’s hands clenched into fists, his football-sized biceps flexing involuntarily. The bodysuit creaked slightly under the pressure. Val placed a gentle but heavy hand on his shoulder.
“Remember, mijo… we’re heroes tonight. We help. We don’t hurt.”
They dropped down into the alley together, cloaks swirling. The bullies froze at the sight of two towering, impossibly muscular figures in shiny pink-and-purple suits, heads bare, long hair flowing, purple capes draped over their shoulders.
Val spoke first, trying to keep her voice calm and heroic. “Let the boy go. Now.”
One of the bullies sneered, though his voice shook. “Who the hell are you freaks?”
Matty stepped forward, his pretty face serious. “We’re here to help people like him. People you hurt.”
The leader laughed nervously and shoved the younger boy harder. “Mind your own business, muscle freaks!”
That was the moment their dark sides began to peek through.
Val felt a hot rush of anger — the same anger she had swallowed for years while being mocked at work. Her long nails dug into her palms. She wanted to grab the bully, lift him with one hand, and make him beg the way she had once begged silently. Instead, she forced herself to reach out slowly and gently pull the younger boy to safety behind her massive frame.
Matty’s eyes flashed. The memories of being called “princess,” being shoved into lockers, and having his hair flicked came flooding back. His laser eyes flickered with faint blue light for a split second before he caught himself. He stepped closer, voice low and trembling with barely contained power.
“You shouldn’t hurt people who can’t fight back.”
One of the bullies swung a punch at Matty — a stupid, desperate move. Matty caught the fist effortlessly in his palm. The sound of bones creaking filled the alley. He didn’t squeeze… but the bully dropped to his knees with a whimper.
Val’s breath quickened. She could feel the empress inside her stirring — the desire to make these boys kneel properly, to hear them apologize for every cruel word ever spoken to her or her son. Her pecs flexed involuntarily, stretching the bodysuit tighter.
The bullies were terrified now, backing away.
“Please… we’re sorry…” one stammered.
Matty helped the younger boy to his feet and returned his backpack, speaking softly. “Go home. You’re safe now.”
As the boy ran off, the three bullies scrambled away into the night, tripping over each other in fear.
Val and Matty stood alone in the alley, breathing heavily, cloaks settling around their powerful bodies. The rush of using their strength — even gently — had felt intoxicating. Val’s cheeks were flushed; Matty’s nipples were visibly hard against the tight fabric of his suit.
They looked at each other in the dim light.
“We did good… right?” Matty asked quietly, though his voice carried a strange new edge of satisfaction.
Val nodded, but her big brown eyes held a darker glimmer she quickly hid. “Yes, mijo. We helped someone tonight.”
They flew home in silence, the purple cloaks trailing behind them like royal banners. Both were quietly fighting the growing hunger inside — the part that wanted more than just “helping.” The part that wanted worship. The part that wanted revenge.
Back in the apartment, they changed out of the costumes without speaking much. The dark side had peeked out tonight… and it had liked what it tasted.
---
Choose how the story continues:
Option 1: Their second night patrol goes further — they encounter more serious criminals or a group that includes people who have personally bullied/harassed Val and Matty in the past. Their ability to stay “heroic” is tested even harder as the dark, dominant side grows stronger.
Option 2: After a few successful (but increasingly intense) patrols, Val and Matty return to the nature reserve in their costumes for “advanced training.” While flexing, posing, and testing their powers in the suits, the narcissistic fantasies become almost impossible to hide from each other.
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