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  1. anonymouswriter

    Unforeseen Consequences

    The moans coming from the bathroom woke Richard from his sleep. He knew exactly what was going on and the past three years had taught him that he should remain as immobile has possible. He even tried to control his breathing to let her think that he was still asleep. In the past, even if he thought that he was not making any sound, she would stop whenever he did anything that made her think that he was awake. And God did she have a sixth sense to know when he was awake. One time - only one time a few days ago - had he managed to let her finish was she was doing. The fact that she was masturbating in secret pained Richard for two reasons. First, because he did not understand why she did not want to talk about this. They had a very honest relationship in his opinion, but the few times he tried to brush the subject, she closed herself like an oyster. Second, because he also knew that he could not satisfy her in bed. He had tried. God he had tried. *** Richard was a nice looking man who would be called handsome more than beautiful. He was in good shape, having spent most of his adult life jogging to clear his mind and doing weight training two or three times a week. Nonetheless, he would never be called muscular or jacked. He had a charming personality and he had had a few girlfriends before meeting Linda. He had a 6.5” cock that was a little above average in terms of girth (or so he had been told by some of his sexual partners). Of course, at first, his sexual performance had not been too good, but he took pride in the fact that he rapidly tried to understand his partner’s needs and managed to give them orgasms most of the time. Once again, he would not have said that he was a sex master, but he thought that he was at least average in that department also. He had met Linda at work, during a Christmas party. She was a police officer and he was an accountant for the police department of a big city. When he saw her that first time, Linda had been cornered by a new officer who had joined the force recently. It was clear from a distance that she wanted to leave, but the other man would not let her pass. She probably could take care of herself, but the size difference between the two… Linda was barely 5 foot 5 and must have weighted less than 110 pounds while the other man was built like a brick house. Also, he did not want things to reach the point where she would have to attack him or make a scene to get out of there. He did not know her at the time, bu luckily, she was in her police uniform so he saw her name tag and called “Officer Cain. Sorry to disturb you during the party, but I was supposed to talk to you about an expanse you submitted. Do you have the time now?” The other man turned around, did not look pleased and it was all the distraction Linda needed to get around the guy. At first, she did not look happy that he had intervened. She told him that she did not need rescuing. He introduced himself, told her he was sure of that, but this way, a non violent solution had been found. She still murmured under her breath that the new officer would need to learn a few things. From there, they spent a few minutes talking. They both hated parties and were there only because their bosses had told them that in their cases, attendance was mandatory. They asked about each other’s work, Richard even manage to make her laugh with an accountant’s joke. During the following few days, Richard kept thinking about Linda. He had had a lot of fun during the few minutes they had spent together. She had a quick mind and a good sense of humour, but seemed to hide them behind a fortress that appeared almost impenetrable. One afternoon, when he randomly ran into her (which he took for a sign, having never seen her before on this floor), he asked her out for coffee. She hesitated, than said “No”. For once, Richard did not simply capitulate. He told her, in a tone that clearly indicated it was a joke, that it would be as payment for the knight in shining armour that had saved her at the party and that if after the coffee she did not want to see him anymore, he would not make another invitation. For a few seconds, he thought he had made a mistake. Her eyes became hard, she murmured something again about not needing help, but rapidly that expression was gone from her face. She hesitated again and finally said “Yes”. Their coffee date went well and they agreed to meet each other again. Coffee dates became evening in restaurants, then weekend doing hicking, and so on. During that time, their relationship and intimacy grew rapidly. When the topic of sex came up, Linda told him, quite shyly, that she had not been with many men in her life and that she did not have a high libido. She had decided from past experiences that she was going to wait after marriage to have sex with another man. She told him that if this is what he was looking for in a relationship, it might be best to stop this right there. By that time, Richard had realized that Linda was his soulmate. He told her how he felt. He told her how she was his whole world now and that he did not care about sex, as long as he was with her. At that moment, he imagined that she had had a very traumatizing experience in the past and he was sure that with time he could make her love sex. Nonetheless, he was truthful when he said that spending time with her was more important. Six months into their relationship, Richard asked Linda to marry him. She looked at him and told him that he must have a hidden superpower because she had never imagine finding a man in her life that she would want to marry. She told him “Yes” without hesitation. They had a small intimate wedding at City Hall (Linda had no living family and very few friends; Richard only had a brother that could attend and not many more friends than Linda). They decided that they were going to wait for their honeymoon so that they could both take four weeks off and travel somewhere in Asia. This meant that they spent their first night as a married couple in Linda’s house, well their house now. Richard had moved in Linda’s house about a month ago. She had a really modern looking house, made of ciment, visible h-beams and hard wood on a very nice forested terrain outside the city. The commute was about 45 minutes, but the beauty, tranquility and intimacy of the place made up for that inconvenient. When they arrived that night, Richard slowly picked her up to pass the threshold of the house (boy was he glad for the last few weeks in the gym, she felt so light in his arms), and carefully brought her to the bedroom. He slowly set her on the bed and ask her if she wanted to have sex, saying that he could wait if she was still not ready. She said that she was, so he started to remove her clothes. As she laid there, naked on the bed, Ricard thought “God is she beautiful”. They had lived together for a month and they had spent weekends away together so he had seen her naked before. But each time, he was amazed at this beautiful woman, with her blonde hair almost white, her deep blue eyes, an hourglass shape that would have put to shame any model (or porn star he often tought). Although she was not truly muscular, the fact that she had almost no body fat made all her muscles show. She had nice toned arms and a firm 6-pack. But the thing that Richard could not stop looking at was her breasts. Despite her petite size she had C-cup breasts that stood perky and firm. Richard went slowly. He started with small kisses around her neck and arms. He teased her for awhile by touching her and kissing her, deliberately avoiding her breasts. When he finally decided to touch them, he found them ever firmer than he anticipated which excited him greatly. He tried to kiss and gently bite her nipples, which were also harder than he anticipated. Waiting for any response from Linda to see if she liked it or not, he was surprised to realize that she had no reaction at all. She was there, lying on the bed, taking deep breaths, eyes closed. Richard thought that more direct stimulation might be necessary. He rapidly kissed the inside of her thighs and then tried to kiss and lick her clit. Again, he found it more stiff than expected and all his effort did not elicit any reaction from her. At this point, Richard had a raging hard-on and decided that if his usual tricks did not work, maybe direct penetration would. He had waited for months to have sex with the woman he loved with all his heart. He did not think that he had ever been this eager to plunge his dick in a pussy. At the first stoke, the tightness of Linda’s vagina was so great that he simply could not enter it. Linda took a deep breath, seemed to try to relax and the second time, he managed to penetrate her, but she was so tight that it was quite difficult. He tried with all his strength to keep going in and out, but every time she moved a little, the pressure her vagina applied on his dick made it almost impossible to get in. It was like his dick was stuck in a vise grip. A few minutes later, Linda feigned to have an orgasm (he was sure of it) and the pressure being applied to his dick almost prevented Richard from coming also. Nonetheless, he had been waiting for this it seemed forever. He was having sex for the first time with the woman of his life, he could finally touch and play with the boobs who had occupied most of his recent dreams, so even the amount of pressure exerted on his penis did not prevent him from cumming. In the following weeks, they had sex a few times and every time was as the first. It seemed that there was nothing Richard could do to stimulate Linda. He came each time (with difficulty), but she clearly did not. Richard tried to discuss this with Linda, but she never wanted to. He talked about using some toys, but her response was so harsh that he never brushed the subject again. Of course their sex life was not great, but the rest of their life was. They liked being with each other. Linda’s work was more stressful and less predictable than his, but when she came back from a hard day at work, when she had seen the worst of what humanity was capable of, Richard was always there with a comforting ear and a warm cup of tea. The first time he realized that Linda was masturbating in the bathroom, Richard was puzzled. He had always thought that Linda had a very low libido or had had a very traumatizing experience before she met him. Those masturbation sessions did not occur often, but once he understood that she did not want him to find out, he tried his best not to make any sound and pretended he was still asleep. The only time he managed to let her finish her business, a few days ago, had been an experience he would never forget. Although she tried to muffle the sound she made, it reverberated within Richard’s core, within his soul. Even with the door closed, he could smell the odor of sex coming out of her. He could have sworn that the whole house trembled. He came immediately without the need for any other stimulation. *** Linda was still in the bathroom masturbating. Thinking about the last time when she had reached climax, Richard got excited and moved his hand to reach his raging penis. As soon as his hand started to move, he knew he had made a mistake. Was it the squeak of the bed? The movement of the sheets? He did not know what had given him away, but Linda quickly stopped. A few seconds later, she was back in bed. Both of them pretending that nothing had happened. The following morning, Richard had a day off. He decided that he was going to go to the city, buy some food for supper and use that time to go to the gym (he had not been in weeks because of work). He parked his SUV near a butcher’s shop he liked that was close to the gym. He took his gym bag and started walking towards it. He was waiting at an intersection when the light changed allowing him to cross. There was a woman in front of him. Suddenly, Richard realized that a car was coming and it did not look like it was about to stop. He had barely a second to grab the arm of the woman in front of him and pull hard to prevent her from being trumped by the car. The driver, texting on his phone, never noticed that he had almost killed someone. Richard and the woman crossed the street. On the other side, the lady told him: “Thank you so much, sir. I never saw that car and all the power in the world would not have prevented me from dying today if not for you. You might not believe me, but I can grant people their deepest desire if they tell me what it is. Be careful, I know what you want and if you don’t tell me your true desire, I won’t be able to grant it.” Normally, Richard would have thought the lady was crazy and would have been on his way. Was it the adrenaline or some stroke of faith, no one will ever know, but Richard found himself saying: “I wish I had what it takes to satisfy my wife, sexually”. “Done”, the lady replied and was on her way. For a few seconds, Richard stayed there, not sure of what to do, looking at the back of the lady, walking away like nothing had happen. His heart was still beating so fast from what had just happened with the car that he almost decided to skip the gym and go back home. He finally decided that the workout was going to be good for his nerves and walked the few remaining feet and entered. He started with few minutes on the treadmill to warm-up, running was so natural for him. He decided that he was going to train his upper body today and went to the bench press. He felt really good throughout his workout. He was especially proud that he had managed to do four sets of 12 reps with one full plate on each side (135 lbs). He had never managed to lift that charge for more than one or two reps before. He even got a boner when he realized what he was doing. He still struggled with the weight, but he did manage all reps with perfect form. When he racked the bar on his last set, he felt like a god. He inwardly laughed… Who thought they were a god for lifting 135 lbs? Still, it made him happy. The rest of his workout was the same. Nothing that would impress real bodybuilders or gym rats, but Richard manage to lift more weights than he ever had in the past. Shoulder presses with 40 lbs dumbbells; 100 lbs on the pulldown and row machines; 30 lbs dumbbells for his biceps curl; 65 lbs on the rope pushdown. He felt pumped, he felt good and once again he felt like a fucking god and wanted to flex his relatively non existant muscles in the mirror. Richard went to the changing room to take a shower. He tried as best he could to hide the chubby he was sporting. When he looked at himself in the mirror, his pump was ”insane”. Again there was really nothing to write home about, but he felt his muscles were more defined, a little bit bigger. It did not help his hard-on. Was he turning himself on? The only thing that prevented him from jackin-off right at this moment was that they had communal showers at his gym and he did not want to get caught. He showered quickly and changed. On his way out, he took a look at the tv in the lobby and saw Linda. From what he understood, there had been a gas leak at a children’s daycare and an explosion. They were looking for survivors, but their estimation was that there were probably none. Richard thoughts went first to the families of these kids and employees, but quickly he thought about Linda. These things always troubled her more than he would expect. It’s not that he did not understand that she was would be upset or sad, but she always took these things personally, like it was her fault these events occurred or she should be able to prevent them all. He would need to go back home soon if he wanted to be there when she arrived. Even in the sad mood he was in, he could not help himself and take a pause when he exited the gym. The smell of the summer air, the warm heat of the sun on his skin, the residual pump in his muscles made him feel more alive than he ever was in his life He stopped by the butcher’s shop to buy meat for supper and headed home. The drive home was uneventful, except for the fact that his dick remained semi-hard the whole way. That thing just would not go down. He’d have to take care of that tonight. Contrarily to Linda, he had no problem whatsoever with masturbation if she was not in the mood. He parked his SUV in their double garage and noticed that Linda’s car was already there. She must have been more troubled with the explosion than he thought if she was already home. When he opened the door, a strange odor hit his nostrils like a whip. At first, he thought he smelled something spicy and that Linda had started supper. With a sudden gasp, he realized that what he smelled was sex. There was no other way to describe it. If sex had an odor, that would be it. It was like the time Linda had reached orgasm in the bathroom, but a 100, no a 1000 times more potent. In an instant, he imagined that she was fucking someone else in the house. He ran inside to find her slowly preparing tea. Being so close to her, to that scent… It permeated his whole being and removed all his inhibitions. He needed to have her and he needed to have her NOW. “Let’s have sex” he told her without so much of a “hello”. “I’m really not in the mood Richard”, she said, sulking. Richard would not take no for an answer so he took her two wrists in his hand and started to move her towards the bedroom. Linda tried to escape his grasp but could not. A look of shock - or was it fear - passed in her eyes. Richard had never acted like this in his life. She looked around, panicked - probably trying to find a way out. Then it was if all the tension in her melted away. She followed him voluntarily to the bedroom. Once there, there was nothing of the gentle, caring Richard left. Only an animal in heat. He took her, threw her on the bed and literally ripped the clothes from her. He removed his pants and underwear, did not take the time to remove his socks and t-shirt. His 6.5” cock was at full attention, almost vertical. It looked almost purple with all the blood that was trapped in it. Then, without any preparation or warning, he simply impaled his raging cock in her pussy. In the back of his mind, the part of Richard that was still Richard expected resistance - as always - but his dick went in like a warm knife in butter. The cry of pleasure that emanated from Linda rang more beautifully in Richard’s ears than any symphony. He immediately felt the contractions of her vagina on his penis, indicating that she had reached orgasm with a single thrust of his mighty dick. But Richard was not done. He kept pounding Linda’s pussy like his life depended on it. For a while, each trust was met by a little more pressure on his dick, but nothing that could prevent him from reaching the bottom of her vagina. Linda’s cries and moans kept building in complexity and strength. At some point, each trust was met by the same level of pressure on his dick. After that, Richard and Linda were lost in sexual bliss. He did not know how long it lasted, but every few seconds, he would feel Linda’s pussy contract a few time on his ever hard cock. The few cells of his brain that remained conscious during this whole experience felt like every once in a while, he had to reposition himself because Linda was kind of getting away. He could feel Linda’s arms and legs around him, trying to cling to him, almost like she wanted his whole body to penetrate her. He wrapped his arms and legs around Linda also. Richard was barely conscious of what was going on. The only thing that mattered was his dick and the tight vagina that would let him know every few seconds that Linda had reached another orgasm. They must have rolled on the floor, because Richard could feel the cool concrete floor on his back. Nonetheless, he kept ramming his dick in her pussy. Eventually (had it been minutes? Hours? Days?) the stimulation on his own dick reached the point of no return and Richard erupted inside Linda. As soon as he did two things happened almost simultaneously: Linda slipped from his arms and he heard a loud crack. This immediately woke Richard from his sexual stupor. He opened his eyes and he could not understand what he was seeing. Linda was stuck on the ceiling and the impact had cracked the concrete. She was covered in cum. She appeared to be breathing an the pure look of bliss on her face told him that she was not dead, at least. Then he took a look at his surroundings and realized that Linda was actually on the floor and that he was floating, his back placated against the ceiling. Instinctively, he knew how to get down. As soon as his two feet touched the ground, he took a look at himself in the mirror and a second crack was heard and the mirror shattered. In just one second, he had seen a God and that had been enough to make him shoot a second time in less than 10 seconds with a strength that had clearly been way to big for the glass. In that second, Richard had seen the epitome of manhood and virility. The man in the mirror was at least 6’6” and had been the most beautiful man Richard and ever seen. Dark black hair, deep blue eyes with a strong nose, a strong chin and already the sketch of a thick full beard. His neck looked as big as some oaks and it was a miracle that the collar of his shirt, stretched to its maximum, had barely remained unbroken with a few pieces in tatters hanging from it. The rest of the shirt was nowhere to be found. His shoulders were like big bowling bowls, but only if bowling ball were clearly separated into three distinct pieces that seemed to play a dance with one another when he moved them. He had seen arms as big as most man’s legs. His pecs were like two giant shields that could probably stop bullets. The crevice between them could certainly accommodate a flashlight. Each of his abdominal muscles was symmetrical and perfectly placed to create a immaculate 8-pack with deep groves separating each muscle. His quads were ticker around than his waist before the transformation. Each part of the muscles visible. His calves bulged on each side of his tibia. But the one thing that had caught Richard’s eyes in that second, beside the fact that he looked like an anatomy chart with every striation of every muscle visible, beside the fact that all his veins, most as thick as his thumb used to be, were visible, beside the golden glow of a perfectly tanned and unblemished skin, was his cock. He had been relatively proud of his cock before, but now… He would need to measure it at some point, but it was at least 12” long and thicker than it was before. It stood straight up and did not show sign that it would go down soon. All this happened in a few seconds. Once the shock of all this faded a little, he quickly went to check on Linda. She was breathing, obviously in sleep, in post-coital ecstasy. Nothing appeared broken. Maybe he should have tried to wake her up, but she looked so peaceful and he really wanted to test his new muscles. He did not have any weight set at home and he instinctively felt that his strength was greater than he expected. So he went to the garage, flexing his biceps, gasping at the huge ball it made, following the veins with his fingers. He tried to encircle it with his giant hand and although he could now, without a doubt, easily palm a basketball, he miserably failed at that. Once he reached the garage, he took the bumper of his SUV and lifted. He did not really expect to be able to lift it, but both rear wheels left the floor without so much of an effort on his part. He almost came again. Heart racing, he had to see what he could do next. He went to the backyard. It was clealy morning. They had gone at it for the whole night, at least. Richard would need to check the date. He felt they might have made love for more than one day. Once again, he noted the heat of the sun of his skin and it felt good. He looked for the biggest tree in the forest in their backyard. He had read stories and seen movies where people were given superstrength and decided to uproot trees and it had always been one of his fantasy. What Richard realized that the stories don’t tell, is that yes, there is satisfaction and pleasure in knowing you can uproot a tree, but there is an indescribable feeling in digging your fingers in it, hearing and feeling all these small splinters of wood destroyed by the mere pressure of your hands. Then, there is also the sound of every root that breaks, one after another, the sight of rocks coming out of the ground before the tree can be lifted and thrown, like a javelin. Once this was done, Richard still wanted to test his strength. He looked at the big boulder in the yard. It had taken heavy machinery to move it there, according to Linda. At first, Richard wanted to lift it and throw it, but he decided that it was probably going to be too easy. So he looked at his still rock-hard cock and tested if it was indeed hard as rock. With one trust, he impaled the boulder that simply split in two. The sensation of knowing that your cock is stronger than rock was beyond anything that Richard could describe. He decided that he was going to test it against steel. He went to the living room and pushed his cock against the big h-beam that supported part of the ceiling. In retrospect, it was not the most brilliant idea - what would he have done if it had broken - but it did not. It just made a terrible screeching noise as his dick deformed it, like a finger that passes through a balloon. And it had been as easy as that. “Guess I cannot even say I have a cock of steel”, Richard thought, chuckling. At this moment, Richard realized how strong he was. Nothing could stop him. He was beyond human standards. He could rule the world and no one would be able to stop him. They would try, but they would miserably fail. For an instant, he could feel the shower of bullets hitting his colossal chest, creating as much damage a swarm of flies hitting a windshield. He could imagine his hands ripping apart tanks as if they were made of paper. He would barely register the pressure of earth and rocks on his skin as he dove underground, reaching nuclear shelters where world leaders tried to hide, piercing through them as easily as a hand passes through cobwebs. He could think of hundreds of ways of killing them, showing them before they died how insignificant they lives and efforts had been. In an ultimate effort to kill him, humanity would assemble its most powerful bomb. He could picture the world’s population, watching their screens, seeing the nuclear mushroom erupt as the bomb stroke him and holding their breath. He could feel their incredulity as he emerged from the inferno. He could sense the mix of fear and lust as the cameras slowly focused on his naked godlike body (although his body had survived, his clothes had not), flying above the ground, with his raging hard-on caused by the knowledge that his body was mightier than a nuclear bomb. Richard imagined the world erupting in a common orgasm at the sight of his impossibly divine body, subconsciously acknowledging at the same time that they would need to bow and serve their new all-powerful God for the rest of their lives. At that thought, for the third time within a few minutes, his own mighty cock erupted in a rapid succession of spurts that hit and broke the concrete ceiling and sounded like a machine gun had been fired. This broke Richard’s revery and as quickly as his idea of world domination came, it went away. “She could never love me again”, he thought. The sound of his last feat of strength must have woken Linda, because he could hear her begin to stir from the other side of the house. He thought back on the lady he had saved this afternoon. He guessed she really had the power to grant people their deepest desire. His had just had unforeseen consequences. He flew to the bedroom at lighting speed. When she opened her eyes and saw the God before her, Linda clearly had another orgasm. He settled back beside her and asked: “Ready for round 2, Linda? Or should I say… Supergirl?”
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