The cold bite of metal against Ben Brown’s wrists was the first thing he noticed as consciousness clawed its way back. His eyes fluttered open, squinting against the harsh fluorescent lights of a sterile lab. He was strapped to a table, his scrawny, 18-year-old frame shivering in nothing but a flimsy hospital gown. The air smelled of antiseptic and something faintly metallic, like blood or rust. Around him, figures in white coats moved with clinical precision, their faces obscured by masks. One of them held a vial of glowing blue serum, the liquid pulsing with an otherworldly light.
“Where… where am I?” Ben croaked, his voice cracking like a teenager at a school play.
A scientist—a woman with sharp, hawk-like eyes—leaned over him, her tone as cold as the table beneath him. “Subject 47, you’re awake. Good. Let’s see how you handle the upgrade.” She didn’t wait for a response, plunging the syringe into his arm with a practiced jab.
“Upgrade? What the—ow!” Ben yelped, but the pain was fleeting. A searing heat spread through his veins, his body arching against the restraints as muscles he didn’t even know he had began to ripple and swell. His chest broadened, his arms thickened, and a ridiculous, chiseled 12-pack emerged where his soft belly had once been. He looked like a comic book hero—or a parody of one.
“Holy… crap,” he gasped, staring at his reflection in a nearby monitor. “I’m jacked. I’m actually jacked!”
But before he could revel in his newfound physique, a mortifying wave crashed over him. His body tensed, and an uncontrollable, shuddering climax ripped through him, right there on the table. His cheeks burned crimson as he bit his lip, trying to stifle a groan. The scientists didn’t even blink.
“Side effect noted,” one of them droned, scribbling on a clipboard. “Spontaneous release. Expected with the serum’s potency.”
“Expected?!” Ben squeaked, mortified. “You couldn’t have warned me about… that?”
Hawk-Eyes smirked behind her mask. “You’re a hybrid now, Subject 47. Superman’s DNA, courtesy of a stolen sample, mixed with a little experimental magic. Strength, speed, endurance—and, apparently, a hair-trigger. We’ll work on that.”
“Work on it? I’m a walking disaster!” Ben sputtered, but his protests were cut short by a deafening crash. The lab’s reinforced doors exploded inward, and three towering, armored women stormed in like a hurricane of vengeance. Ben’s heart skipped a beat. He knew those faces—his moms. Diana, known to the world as Wonder Woman, led the charge, her lasso glowing with divine fury. Nubia, her sister in arms, wielded twin swords with lethal grace, while Artemis, the fiery redhead of the trio, notched an arrow, her emerald eyes scanning for targets.
“Benjamin!” Diana bellowed, her voice a mix of maternal wrath and battlefield command. “We’re getting you out of here. Now!”
The scientists scattered like roaches under a flashlight, but not before Nubia pinned one to the wall with the flat of her blade. “Talk, vermin,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous. “Who authorized this?”
“Sovereign,” the scientist stammered. “They wanted a weapon. A controllable Superman. We—”
“Enough,” Artemis snapped, cutting him off with a glare that could melt steel. “We’ll deal with Sovereign later. Ben, you good to move, kid?”
Ben, still reeling from the serum’s effects, managed a shaky nod as Diana sliced through his restraints with a flick of her sword. He stumbled to his feet, nearly toppling over from the weight of his new muscles—and another untimely wave of pleasure that made him grit his teeth.
Diana’s sharp blue eyes didn’t miss a thing. She arched a brow, her lips twitching into a smirk as she steadied him with a firm hand on his shoulder. “Seems the serum’s got you… overstimulated, my son. We’ll have a long talk about control once we’re safe.”
“Mom, please,” Ben groaned, his face burning. “Can we not right now?”
“Oh, we will,” Diana shot back, her tone laced with biting humor. “I’ve fought gods and monsters, Benjamin. I think I can handle your little… problem.”
Artemis snorted, slinging her bow over her shoulder as she kicked a fleeing scientist out of their path. “Little? Look at him, Di. Kid’s built like a damn statue now. Bet he’s got more than one problem to manage.”
“Focus, Artemis,” Nubia barked, though her dark eyes gleamed with mischief as she glanced at Ben. “Though I must say, boy, you’ve grown into quite the specimen. Don’t let it go to your head—or anywhere else—until we train you properly.”
Ben wanted to sink into the floor. “Can we just escape first? Like, without the commentary?”
Diana chuckled, her grip on his arm unyielding as she led the charge out of the lab. “No promises, my son. You’ve got Amazon blood in you. We don’t shy away from the truth—or a good tease.”
The breakout was a blur of chaos—alarms blaring, guards falling under Amazonian might, and Ben struggling to keep up with his new, unwieldy strength. He accidentally punched through a wall at one point, earning a sharp “Easy, Hercules!” from Artemis. By the time they reached the extraction point—a hidden jet cloaked in Themysciran tech—Ben was panting, both from exertion and the serum’s relentless side effects.
They boarded the jet, and within moments, they were airborne, streaking toward a hidden safehouse on the outskirts of Themyscira’s influence. The interior was warm, a stark contrast to the lab, with plush seats and the faint scent of lavender. Ben collapsed into a chair, still in his torn gown, his muscles gleaming with sweat.
Diana sat across from him, her armor clinking softly as she crossed her legs with regal authority. Her gaze was piercing, but there was a softness there too, a mother’s concern beneath the warrior’s edge. “You’ve been through Tartarus today, Benjamin. But you’re safe now. We’ll figure out what they did to you—and how to undo it, if that’s what you want.”
Ben swallowed hard, hyper-aware of how her eyes lingered on his transformed body. “Thanks, Mom. I just… I don’t even know where to start. I’m a freak now.”
“You’re no freak,” Nubia interjected, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, her tone firm but warm. “You’re a warrior in the making. That serum might’ve changed your body, but your spirit? That’s all you. And a little… enthusiasm isn’t the worst flaw to have.” Her lips curled into a sly grin.
Artemis, sprawled in a seat nearby, laughed outright. “Enthusiasm? That’s one way to put it. Kid, you’re gonna need a leash for that libido if you’re gonna train with us. I’m not cleaning up after your messes.”
“Artemis,” Diana warned, though her own smirk betrayed her amusement. “Let’s not scare him more than he already is. Ben, we’ll teach you to control your powers—and your… reactions. Starting tomorrow. For now, rest.”
Ben nodded, his cheeks still flaming, but there was something in the air—a charged tension, a pull he couldn’t name. The way Diana’s gaze held his, the way Nubia’s smirk lingered, the way Artemis’s playful jabs felt like invitations… it was more than maternal protection. It was a promise of something deeper, something forbidden, simmering just beneath the surface.
As the jet soared toward safety, Ben couldn’t shake the feeling that his life—already turned upside down by a glowing blue vial—was about to get a lot more complicated. And, if he was honest with himself, a small, reckless part of him couldn’t wait to see where this newfound power—and these fierce, commanding women—would take him next.
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