The sterile, high-security lab on the outskirts of Metropolis buzzed with a cold, mechanical hum. Fluorescent lights cast a harsh glare over the polished steel surfaces, reflecting off the emotionless faces of scientists in stark white coats. At the center of it all, strapped to a frigid metal table, was Ben Brown—an 18-year-old nerdy virgin whose most daring adventure to date had been debugging his gaming rig at 3 a.m. Now, his skinny frame trembled under the tight restraints, his glasses askew on his sweat-slicked face.
“What the hell is this place?” Ben muttered, his voice cracking as he tugged uselessly at the straps. “Did I accidentally sign up for a dystopian LARP or something?”
A sharp, commanding voice cut through the air like a whip. “Quiet, lab rat. You’re not here to ask questions. You’re here to be the answer.” Dr. Vex, a statuesque woman with piercing green eyes and a lab coat that seemed tailored to intimidate, strode into view. Her dark hair was pulled back into a severe bun, and her lips curled into a smirk that was equal parts amusement and menace. She held a syringe filled with a glowing blue solution, twirling it between her fingers like a conductor’s baton.
Ben’s eyes widened. “Oh, great. You’re gonna turn me into a Smurf, aren’t you? I always wanted to be blue and three apples high.”
Dr. Vex’s smirk deepened as she leaned over him, her face inches from his. “Keep cracking jokes, Brown. It’s the only thing you’ve got going for you right now. This—” she tapped the syringe against his cheek, the cold glass making him flinch, “—is going to make you something extraordinary. Or, you know, kill you. Fifty-fifty.”
“Wow, Doc, you really know how to sweet-talk a guy,” Ben shot back, though his voice wavered. “What’s in that thing? Alien Kool-Aid?”
“Something better,” she purred, her tone dripping with dark delight. “A little cocktail of my own design. Think of it as… evolution in a needle.” Without another word, she plunged the syringe into his arm. A searing heat surged through Ben’s veins, and he gritted his teeth, his body arching against the restraints.
“Mother of—!” he gasped, his scrawny limbs trembling as the solution coursed through him. Before his eyes, his bony frame began to shift. Muscles bulged where there had once been nothing but skin and bone. His chest broadened, his arms thickened, and a set of abs—hell, a *twelve-pack*—rippled into existence. He looked down at himself, dumbfounded, as the pain subsided.
“Holy crap,” he wheezed. “I look like I just walked out of a superhero comic. Or a protein shake commercial.”
Dr. Vex crossed her arms, inspecting him like a butcher appraising a prime cut of meat. “Not bad, Brown. Not bad at all. You’ve gone from ‘pathetic nerd’ to ‘walking wet dream’ in under a minute. I should patent this.”
“Gee, thanks,” Ben muttered, still catching his breath. “You gonna untie me now, or do I have to flex my way out of these straps?”
“Not so fast, hotshot,” she snapped, her tone turning icy. “We’re not done with you yet. Phase two is where the real fun begins.” She nodded to a nearby scientist, who wheeled over a device that looked like a cross between a medieval torture rack and a futuristic blender. A vial of shimmering liquid labeled “Kryptonian Extract” sat ominously at its center.
Ben’s stomach dropped. “Wait, wait, wait. Kryptonian? As in… Superman? You’re not seriously—”
“Oh, I’m serious,” Dr. Vex interrupted, her eyes glinting with a mix of scientific zeal and sadistic glee. “We’re infusing you with the Man of Steel’s DNA. Strength, speed, flight—the works. You’ll be a weapon unlike any other. Assuming your frail little body doesn’t implode from the strain.”
Ben forced a laugh, though his heart was pounding. “Great. I get to be a knockoff Superman. Do I at least get the cape? Or is that extra?”
Dr. Vex leaned in again, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “If you survive this, I’ll knit you one myself. But don’t get cocky, Brown. You’re a walking science experiment with no off switch. And I’m the one holding the remote.”
Before he could retort, the machine whirred to life, and a second injection pierced his skin. This time, the sensation was electric—power surged through him, every nerve alight with raw, untamed energy. He felt like he could punch through a mountain… or, more accurately, like a mountain had just punched *him*. His vision sharpened, his hearing amplified, and then—oh no.
A wave of heat, entirely different from the power infusion, rolled through him. His body tensed, and to his utter horror, he realized what was happening. Right there, in the middle of the lab, surrounded by stone-faced scientists scribbling on clipboards, Ben experienced the most mortifying moment of his life. An uncontrollable, spontaneous climax hit him like a freight train.
“Oh, come on!” he groaned, his face burning crimson as he writhed against the restraints. “Seriously? *Now*? What kind of messed-up superpower is this?”
Dr. Vex didn’t even try to hide her laughter. She clapped a hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking as she watched him squirm. “Oh, Brown, you’re priceless. A weapon of mass destruction with a hair-trigger problem. I should’ve seen this coming.”
“Ha ha, hilarious,” Ben growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm despite his embarrassment. “You gonna write that in your little notebook? ‘Subject experiences super-orgasms at inconvenient times’? Real groundbreaking stuff, Doc.”
She wiped a tear from her eye, still chuckling as she jotted down a note. “Don’t worry, lab rat. We’ll work out the kinks. Or, should I say, the *spasms*? Until then, try not to blow your load—literally—during the next test.”
Ben glared at her, though the effect was somewhat diminished by the fact that his face was still tomato-red. “You’re enjoying this way too much. What’s next? You gonna make me run a marathon while I’m at it?”
“Close,” she said, snapping her fingers at another scientist. “We’re running a stress test. Full physical and mental battery. I want to see just how much power—and embarrassment—you can handle before you crack.”
As the scientists prepped the equipment, Ben’s sharp ears picked up a hushed conversation at the edge of the room. Two lab techs, thinking they were out of earshot, murmured about “Project Titan” and “eliminating non-Earth heroes.” Ben’s blood ran cold. They weren’t just turning him into a weapon—they were turning him into a *killer*. A tool for the sinister Sovereign, Henry Charles, who no doubt lurked somewhere in the shadows of this godforsaken facility.
“Hey, Doc,” Ben called out, his tone deceptively casual as he masked his growing panic. “What’s the endgame here? Am I gonna be your personal errand boy, or are you just building me up to tear someone else down?”
Dr. Vex’s eyes narrowed, her playful demeanor vanishing in an instant. “You don’t need to worry about the big picture, Brown. Your job is to lie there, look pretty, and do what I tell you. Understood?”
“Oh, I understand plenty,” he shot back, his mind racing. “I’m just wondering how long it’ll take before I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”
Her lips twitched, but she didn’t take the bait. Instead, she turned to her team, barking orders with military precision. “Increase the dosage on the next round. I want to see his limits. And someone get me a coffee—this lab rat’s whining is giving me a headache.”
As the scientists scurried to obey, Ben clenched his fists, the newfound strength in his muscles straining against the restraints. He didn’t know how or when, but one thing was clear: he wasn’t going to be their puppet forever. His family, his friends—they’d find him. And when they did, Dr. Vex and her creepy little lab would regret ever sticking a needle in him.
Until then, though, he’d play along. And maybe, just maybe, figure out how to control his… *side effects* before they controlled him.
“Bring it on, Doc,” he muttered under his breath, a defiant smirk tugging at his lips. “Let’s see who breaks first.”
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