The sterile scent of antiseptic stung Ben Brown’s nostrils as he sat, wrists bound to a cold metal chair, in the heart of a secret facility. The walls, a clinical white, seemed to close in with every passing second, and the incessant hum of machinery buzzed like a swarm of angry bees. He was just an 18-year-old nobody—a nerdy virgin with brown skin, black eyes, and short, tightly coiled hair—until the Sovereign’s goons snatched him off the street. Now, here he was, a guinea pig in some twisted science experiment.
A scientist in a pristine lab coat, her face obscured by a surgical mask, approached with a syringe filled with a glowing blue liquid. “Hold still, kid,” she muttered, her tone as warm as a glacier. “This might... tingle.”
“Tingle?” Ben’s voice cracked, his nerves fraying at the edges. “Lady, I’m not here for a spa day. What the hell is that stuff?”
She didn’t answer, just plunged the needle into his arm. A searing heat coursed through his veins, and Ben gritted his teeth as his scrawny frame began to convulse. Muscles he didn’t even know he had bulged and hardened, his chest expanding, his arms thickening. By the time the burning subsided, he was staring down at a chiseled physique—complete with a ridiculous 12-pack that looked like it had been carved from marble.
“Holy... crap,” Ben gasped, flexing an arm that now rivaled a bodybuilder’s. “I’m a freaking action figure.”
The scientist scribbled notes on her clipboard, unfazed. “Phase one complete. Now for the DNA infusion.”
“DNA infusion?” Ben’s eyes widened. “What kind of mad scientist BS is this? I didn’t sign up for—”
Before he could finish, another needle pierced his skin, this one delivering a cocktail of what they later revealed to be Superman’s DNA. Strength surged through him, raw and untamed, like he could punch through a wall—or ten. But then came the side effect. A sudden, overwhelming wave of pleasure hit him, and he doubled over, cheeks burning as his body betrayed him in the most mortifying way possible.
“Oh, no. Oh, hell no,” Ben groaned, mortified, as the scientist raised an eyebrow.
“Spontaneous climaxes,” she noted clinically, jotting it down. “Interesting side effect. We’ll monitor this.”
“Monitor this?!” Ben snapped, voice shrill. “How about you fix this? I can’t just—ugh—every five minutes!”
Before the scientist could respond, the facility’s walls trembled with a deafening *BOOM*. Alarms blared, red lights flashing, as the door to the lab exploded inward. Standing in the rubble, framed by dust and debris, were the most powerful women Ben had ever laid eyes on—his family. Wonder Woman, Diana, led the charge, her lasso glowing at her hip, flanked by Nubia and Artemis, their Amazonian presence commanding the room. Behind them, Power Girl, Supergirl, and Starfire hovered, their eyes blazing with righteous fury.
“Ben!” Diana’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and unyielding. “We’ve got you, son. Let’s get you out of this hellhole.”
Ben, still reeling from his “condition,” managed a weak grin as Nubia sliced through his restraints with a single swipe of her sword. “Took you long enough, Moms. I was about to start charging these creeps for the show.”
Artemis smirked, her bow drawn as she scanned the room for threats. “Show? Boy, you look like you’ve been through a meat grinder and came out a steak. What did they do to you?”
“They turned me into a damn superhero porn star,” Ben muttered, rubbing his wrists as he stood, unsteady on his newly muscled legs. Another wave of pleasure hit, and he bit back a groan, doubling over.
Power Girl, her iconic white costume gleaming even in the dim light, crossed her arms and arched a brow. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t tell me you’re popping off already. We haven’t even started teasing you yet.”
“Karen, leave the boy alone,” Supergirl snapped, though her lips twitched with amusement. She floated over to Ben, ruffling his hair like he was still a kid. “You okay, Benny? Or do we need to carry you out of here before you embarrass yourself again?”
“I’m fine,” Ben grumbled, face burning hotter than a furnace. “Can we just... go? Like, now?”
Starfire, her fiery hair trailing behind her like a comet, giggled, her alien accent lilting. “Oh, Benjamin, your new strength is most impressive! But this... side effect? It is quite the curiosity. Perhaps I can assist in... exploring it later?”
Ben nearly choked on his own spit. “Star, I’m begging you, not now. I’m already a walking disaster.”
Diana shot Starfire a pointed look, though her own lips quirked in a smirk. “Focus, Kori. We’ve got Sovereign lackeys incoming. Move!”
The escape was a blur of chaos and power. Diana’s lasso whipped through the air, binding guards in golden light, while Nubia and Artemis carved a path through the facility with brutal efficiency. Power Girl and Supergirl punched through walls like they were made of paper, and Starfire’s energy blasts lit up the corridors in a dazzling display of green fire. Ben stumbled behind them, trying to keep up, his new strength making every step feel like he was about to launch into orbit—and his “condition” making every jolt a gamble.
“Keep it together, kid,” Power Girl called over her shoulder, dodging a hail of bullets with ease. “Or are we gonna have to mop you up off the floor?”
“Real funny, Aunt Karen,” Ben shot back, gritting his teeth as another wave hit. “How about you try walking with a superpowered hair trigger?”
Supergirl snorted, zooming past to scoop him up under one arm like he weighed nothing. “Quit whining, Benny. You’re a big, strong boy now. Act like it.”
“Easy for you to say,” he muttered, clinging to her as they burst out of the facility into the cool night air. “You’re not the one malfunctioning every ten seconds.”
The group didn’t stop until they reached a sleek, black helicopter waiting on the outskirts. They piled in, the women barking orders and exchanging quips as the chopper lifted off, leaving the burning facility behind. Ben slumped into a seat, exhausted, as the adrenaline began to fade.
Diana sat beside him, her piercing gaze softening just a fraction. “You’ve been through hell, Ben. But you’re safe now. We’re taking you to a condo on the edge of the city. You’ll lay low there until we figure out what the Sovereign did to you—and how to control it.”
“Control it?” Ben laughed bitterly, running a hand over his face. “Mom, I’m a walking time bomb. I don’t even know how to control walking right now.”
Nubia, seated across from him, leaned forward, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Then we’ll teach you, son. Strength, power... urges. You’re part of this family, and we don’t let our own flounder. Even if they’re a little... overeager.”
The others chuckled, and Ben buried his face in his hands, groaning. “I hate all of you.”
Artemis clapped him on the shoulder, her grip firm. “Tough luck, kid. You’re stuck with us. Now buck up. We’ve got a war to win—and a nephew to train.”
The helicopter touched down near the condo just as dawn began to break. The safehouse was a modern, sprawling place nestled in the quiet outskirts, surrounded by dense trees and far from prying eyes. Ben barely registered the sleek interior as he stumbled inside, his body screaming for rest.
“I’m crashing,” he mumbled, heading for the nearest bedroom. “Wake me up when the world stops being a nightmare.”
Diana’s voice followed him, laced with amusement. “Sleep tight, Ben. But don’t think you’re off the hook. Tomorrow, we start figuring out just how much of a ‘super’ man you’ve become.”
As Ben collapsed onto the bed, the weight of the day—and his new reality—settled over him. Powers, a killer body, a family of badass superheroines, and a side effect that could make even the most stoic blush. Whatever came next, one thing was clear: life was about to get a whole lot messier. And, if the playful glint in his family’s eyes was anything to go by, a whole lot more... interesting.
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