The condo on the outskirts of Metropolis buzzed with an electric energy, a sanctuary of sorts for Ben Brown, who was still reeling from the seismic shift his life had taken. Four days ago, he’d been a scrawny nerd, barely able to lift a textbook. Now, thanks to a secret facility’s twisted experiment—a cocktail of blue serum and Superman’s DNA—his body was a chiseled masterpiece, a walking Adonis with an embarrassing catch: spontaneous climaxes at the most inopportune moments. He’d barely had time to process his escape, let alone the mind-blowing shower escapade that had claimed his first time with none other than Wonder Woman, Nubia, and Artemis. That memory alone made his cheeks burn as he shuffled out of his room, tugging at the hem of his oversized T-shirt, trying to look casual.
The living room was a chaotic sprawl of powerful women, his surrogate family of superhero moms and aunties, lounging on the floor around a deck of Uno cards. The air was thick with laughter and the sharp tang of competitive banter. Ben hesitated at the edge of the room, his newly sculpted muscles tensing under their scrutinizing gazes.
“Well, well, if it isn’t our little lab experiment,” Poison Ivy drawled, her voice dripping with mischief as she flicked a card onto the pile. Her emerald eyes glinted, taking in Ben’s awkward stance. “Survived the shower, did you? I’m impressed. Most men would’ve drowned under that kind of pressure.”
Ben’s face turned tomato-red, and he scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, I’m… still standing. Barely.”
“Barely’s an understatement,” Frost quipped, her icy blue hair shimmering as she leaned back on her elbows, smirking. “You look like you’ve been through a war zone, kid. Or a very wet one.”
The room erupted in laughter, and Ben groaned, dropping to his knees to join the game, hoping to distract himself. He picked up his cards, trying to focus, but the door to the adjacent room creaked open, and out stumbled Cassie, Yara, and Donna. They limped dramatically, each sporting a satisfied smirk, their hair tousled and skin flushed. The sight drew a fresh wave of cackles from the group.
“Oh, look at the casualties,” Black Cat purred, her feline gaze narrowing with amusement as she played a Wild card. “Did someone call for a medic, or are you three just allergic to walking straight now?”
Cassie shot Black Cat a mock glare, hobbling over to collapse on the couch. “Laugh it up, kitty. You’d be limping too if you’d been where we’ve been.”
“Where you’ve been?” Frost snorted, pointing a manicured finger at Cassie’s thigh. “Sweetheart, you’ve got evidence right there. Is that glitter or… something else?”
Cassie glanced down, swiping at the suspicious shimmer on her skin, and rolled her eyes. “Mind your business, Frost. Not all of us are ice queens who can’t handle a little heat.”
Yara, leaning against the wall for support, chimed in with a wicked grin. “Speaking of heat, Ben, you holding up okay? Or are we gonna need to mop the floor again?”
Ben buried his face in his hands, his cards forgotten. “Can we not? Please? I’m begging.”
“No begging allowed,” Poison Ivy declared, her tone commanding as she slapped down a Draw Four. “In fact, let’s make this game interesting. Winner gets to make our boy wonder here lose control. Completely. No holding back.”
The room went silent for a heartbeat before exploding into cheers and taunts. Ben’s eyes widened, his pulse racing. “Wait, what? That’s not— I didn’t agree to—"
“Too late, sugar,” Black Cat cut him off, her voice a sultry purr as she leaned forward, her cleavage dangerously close to his line of sight. “You’re the prize, and I play to win. Deal with it.”
The game intensified, cards flying with ruthless precision. Ben fumbled through his turns, distracted by the predatory grins surrounding him. Finally, with a triumphant cackle, Black Cat slammed down her last card. “Uno out, bitches! He’s mine.”
Before Ben could protest, she pounced, straddling his lap with the grace of a panther. Her hands slid up his chest, nails grazing his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. “Relax, handsome,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “I’m not gonna bite… unless you ask nicely.”
Ben swallowed hard, his body already betraying him with a familiar, uncontrollable heat. “I, uh, I don’t even know what to say right now.”
“How about ‘thank you’?” Black Cat teased, rolling her hips just enough to make him gasp. “Or are you too busy remembering your first kiss with Blackfire? I heard she stole it right out from under you. Sneaky little alien.”
Ben blinked, the memory flashing through his mind—Blackfire’s fiery kiss, all heat and dominance, in the chaos of his escape. “How do you even know about that?”
“We talk, kid,” Black Cat smirked, nipping at his jawline. “And speaking of talking…”
As if on cue, the air shimmered with a crackle of energy, and Blackfire herself materialized in the room, her orange skin glowing, her smirk pure sin. “Did someone mention my name?” she purred, sauntering over. “I couldn’t resist crashing the party. Especially when my favorite toy’s involved.”
Ben groaned, caught between Black Cat’s teasing grind and Blackfire’s predatory approach. “I’m not a toy!”
“Oh, but you play like one,” Blackfire shot back, dropping to her knees beside him. She grabbed his chin, tilting his face toward her. “Let’s see if I can make you break faster than she can.”
What followed was a blur of sensation—Black Cat’s relentless rhythm, Blackfire’s lips on his neck, her hands roaming with alien strength. The living room turned into a playground of moans and breathless taunts, the other women egging them on with sharp, witty jabs.
“Don’t blow it too soon, Ben!” Frost called, laughing.
“Literally or figuratively?” Poison Ivy added, her voice laced with amusement.
Ben’s condition kicked in at the worst possible moment, a messy, shuddering climax that left him mortified and the women howling with laughter. Black Cat slid off his lap, wiping her hands with a smug grin. “Well, that was quicker than I expected. Guess we’ve got a hair trigger on our hands.”
Blackfire licked her lips, unfazed. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve got all night to work on your stamina.”
Before Ben could sink further into embarrassment, Diana’s commanding voice cut through the chaos from the kitchen. “Enough, you heathens! Dinner prep isn’t going to do itself. Move it, or I’ll tie you all up with the Lasso of Truth and make you confess your worst kitchen sins.”
The women dispersed with reluctant grumbles and lingering smirks, leaving Ben sprawled on the floor, chest heaving, mind spinning. He dragged himself to his room, grabbing his journal from the nightstand. His pen scratched furiously across the page, a jumbled mess of flustered thoughts.
*Day 4: I don’t know how to handle this. One minute I’m playing Uno, the next I’m a human piñata for superhuman seduction. Black Cat and Blackfire nearly broke me. Literally. And the others just watched like it was a spectator sport. I’m a walking disaster with abs now, and I don’t know if that’s a win or a loss. Diana saved me with dinner prep, but I’m pretty sure this is just the beginning. How am I supposed to survive this family?*
He slammed the journal shut, flopping back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. The day’s wild turn of events replayed in his mind, a mix of mortification and raw, undeniable thrill. Somewhere in the distance, he heard the clatter of pots and pans—and the faint, teasing laughter of the women who’d turned his world upside down. Dinner was coming, but so were more promises of chaos. Ben wasn’t sure if he was ready, but one thing was clear: life with this powerhouse family was anything but ordinary.
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