Serving the City
Bing AI is the real superhero here
Cole was hunched over the front of the desk, holding a calm demeanor as the door to the office was opened behind him. He couldn’t believe he had finally been caught, right before his biggest success yet. Hours earlier, Cole should have been the city’s wealthiest man at only 21 years old. Instead, he was the city’s only 21-year-old to be held hostage inside the judicial high-rise overlooking the city.
Cole didn’t bother turning to meet eyes with his captor, probably some serious-ranking officer. Cole wasn’t one to gloat, but he had become a serious criminal. He had honestly started as a vigilante, a technological prodigy who would steal from the rich and corrupt to give to the poor. It was his way of serving the city. His Robin Hood days ended a while back however, when he decided to cut out the second part. Cole still stole from the rich and corrupt, but now he just kept the money for himself.
And the schemes had always worked in the past. He’d shown up quickly on judicial radars yet no one would have ever suspected it would be him. First off, who would name their evil electronic alias under their own name? C.O.L.E. didn’t actually stand for anything, Cole just wasn’t feeling particularly creative the day he became newsworthy. And he had a stable life in reality too. Good job, decent studies at a community college, a long-term girlfriend. Cole was of average height but fairly handsome and decently-endowed. So why would Cole want to take wealth for himself? That was the question on everyone’s minds.
“You know, you’re the first villain in a long time that I’ve personally dealt with,” the voice behind him recalled. “Especially one without any sort of special abilities.”
Although his face wasn’t visible, Cole still tried to hide the way his eye twitched when a presumption came across his thoughts. Although not a believer by any means, he prayed that the man behind him was not the one person he had vowed to destroy with his failed grand plans.
“I guess your intelligence could be considered special.” The sound of footfalls echoed throughout the room as the figure made his way around the desk. Cole tried not to flinch as the red and blue came into view. “Doesn’t matter either way. You won’t be special by the time I’m through with you.”
“Super,” Cole spat, smacking the double entendre hard enough to even make the superhero flinch. Superman sniggered, his giant, muscular glory only amplified by the light streaming in through the windows.
“Before we start anything however, I have to ask.” Superman swaggered over to an office chair and took a seat. The cheap plastic squeaked a little under the pressure of his mighty mass. “Out of all the people in this city, why me?”
Cole didn’t move a muscle. After a moment, Superman continued.
“I mean, if I’m being honest, watching you sweep through crook after crook was kind of amusing. How you handled it wasn’t up to my code, but it was handled. I however cannot figure out for the life of me why anyone would want to wipe this city’s greatest superhero off his feet?”
With a huff, Cole decided to throw caution to the wind. “It’s because of that arrogance, that self-righteousness you possess. You’ve been doing this job for so long that you’ve become a cocky king who believes he deserves this city, probably even the world.”
A flush of anger had come over Cole, but he was able to hold it back. Even as he watched Superman burst into laughter, his indomitable nature filling the room with a warm glow. Stealthily, Cole tightened his fist on the desk. He now knew there was no way of escaping this situation, but he could still go out swinging–literally.
“You’re right,” Superman finally gloated to Cole’s surprise. “I have become the king of this city. It’s my rightful position with all the work I do.”
Cole went red, not having expected Superman to be such an upfront dick about the situation.
“Look at me,” Superman chuckled. He kicked up and crossed his legs onto the desk, his bare feet propped comfortably onto the table. Even through all the disdain, Cole was still able to question why the superhero didn't wear shoes. “I’m a perfect specimen and a hero. I deserve everything while the lower lot provides me with everything I need.”
Superman adjusted himself in his seat, inching his feet a little closer to Cole.
“That’s what I want you to be, Cole. I want you working for me, under me.”
The last two words shook Cole to the bone. He knew Superman was anything but this great local hero, but he felt like he’d just fallen into something deeper. Something was wrong, very wrong.
Cole’s suspicions were confirmed when he finally began to examine Superman’s feet. His insanely large feet. Their insanely potent funk. The Size 16 soles were magnificently kept even though Superman spent his days carrying the city. And their odor was magnificently awful; strong and unwavering in the face of defeat. But beyond all that, the young man didn't know how to react when they began to glow a faint shade of green.
“Tell me Cole, would you like to keep taking down the bad guys?”
Cole wanted to respond with a witty, caustic remark, but he found himself drawn into Superman’s soles. He was hypnotized by their size, their strength, their presence. They were everything the superhero symbolized.
“What if I told you I can give you that and more?” Superman chuckled, noticing Cole’s eyes adopt the same glowing green hue. “With the resources of my judiciary system at your disposal, you would certainly be able to do more good.”
The idea passed through Cole’s head briefly. Not briefly as in the sense it was a quick decision, but briefly because there wasn’t anything else for Cole to focus on. All he could do was take in Superman’s words.
“If you’re going to work under me, there’s a few things we will have to change. Standard protocol really.”
Superman took Cole’s lack of response as an affirmation to proceed.
“First is the age factor,” Superman smirked. “Another 15 years ought to give you the experience you need to make a reliable officer.”
Cole's mouth dropped slightly as Superman’s feet emitted a green pulse. Immediately, the wave was collected by Cole’s eyes, which had become the sensory receiving end of the superhero’s command. After a few moments, the energy dispersed itself across Cole’s body.
Ligaments stretched and tightened, muscles grew and sharpened. Cole’s body was improved majorly, from a lithe student to an athletic man. Where the young man once sat was now an undeniably fixated man, both in the fixated and man respects.
More age-related changes happened sporadically after the major physical adaptations. Hair sprouted across Cole’s body like virulent plague, the brown hairs popping up across every inch of healthy skin. A thick mustache and beard plumped themselves around Cole’s extending jaw and cheekbones, which sunk in to accommodate for the larger ears and nose.
While the hair across his body multiplied, that on top of his head lost some of its youthful weight, thinning out and taking a more refined cut for a modern man. Wrinkles and tightness also naturally appeared where they would for a man of 36 years.
“Handsome as ever, Cole,” Superman taunted. “Let’s do something about the certain physical features that could...hinder your obedience to my command.”
Another green pulse was sent out from soles to eyes, this time containing less, but more pertinent information. Cole already had a decent package, a set of graspable balls and a dick that could reach 6.5 inches when truly erect. But with the new command, Cole’s babymaker shrunk and shriveled. Underneath the haze of Superman, Cole did not realize that his cock was now nothing but a shrimplet, his balls reduced to the size of grapes.
“Because you were a prick, I thought it would be appropriate to give you just as such,” Superman chided, knowing that Cole’s new "prick" would please no one. His buttocks on the other hand, which had expanded rapidly during the same interval into a pair of two pillows, would help demean Cole even further. That helped lead Superman to his next point.
“Tell me Cole, do you have a girlfriend?”
When Cole didn’t reply, Superman had to send a quick jolt to get a reply.
“Do you love her?” Superman jabbed. “Do you love women?”
After a second shock, Cole validated his emotions. Superman began to mock him in a notably unheroic manner.
“You were right about one thing, I do love the attention and superiority I gain from being me. The worship and adoration is truly incredible. But it would be wrong of you to believe it was only a one-sided relationship. I think you should be able to experience what is so great about loving men like me. Perhaps even loving me.”
Although Superman’s words were meant to sound innocent and coy, the ridicule was certainly anything but. The green pulse made this message clear, for as soon as it was received, it went directly to the sensual inhibitors. A remarkably painful transition scalped Cole’s brain as Superman’s power rewrote his sexuality. Gone were the teenage days of craving boobs, curves, and the best part of what women physically had to offer. Instead, Cole felt a new fascination drawn around men. The masculine nature, their masculine features, and the masculine feature itself.
But it wasn’t all men Cole now found himself drawn too. Unlike before where his heterosexuality found no bounds, his new desires were now only to what was determined to him as “real men”. Large, muscular, undeniable alphas. Charming and cunning personality with unachievable good looks. Big everywhere, commanding with anyone.
Cole was too enraptured by Superman’s abilities to realize that his new fantasy, his ultimate veneration, was built around men like Superman. And if he was able to have a choice, Cole would’ve chosen his oblivious situation rather than to realize his newfound love for the superhero.
To confirm that Cole was making progress, Superman peered over the desk to view the newly-pitched tent in his victim’s pants. At full-mast, he knew those 3 inches would always stand up straight, but it was even more humiliating when hard.
“Before we wrap things up, I should ask what your plan was.” Superman furrowed his brow, “What were you going to do to take me down?”
After a jolt a little more powerful than the previous pair, Cole spilled his entire scheme. He spoke about how he was going to expose Superman for all of his injustices, from the lavish lifestyle to the superfluous spending to the maltreatment of his minions. Everything was going to be put out to the public, destroying Superman’s pristine reputation and taking his funds with it. Cole even admitted to its simplicity, how he didn’t even want to take any profit for himself because the job would’ve been so easily done. It took Superman a moment to process all of the information before continuing.
“Perhaps capturing you should’ve been a higher priority, seeing how my empire almost came to an end. But either way, you’ve helped me solidify my station and did so without a hassle.”
Superman wasn’t referring to how easy it was to manipulate Cole under his power however. A cocky smirk befell Superman’s face as he stated the next sentence. “One of my lackeys discovered you by mistake. A simple licensing error in your property rights. You probably would’ve carried through with your plans if it wasn’t for fate. The good guy always wins, right?"
That statement was enough to create a spark inside Cole. Somehow, underneath all the manipulation and torment of Superman’s abilities, an inkling of Cole’s spirit began to resurface. Even through his newfound love for Superman (which he was disgusted to discover), Cole could feel his fury fueling his return. Superman noticed this change too however, and immediately got to finishing his project.
“Not so fast, hotshot,” Superman mocked. “That’s the last thing I’ll have to change. No more of this individuality. It’s time you fully understood your new place.”
The final green pulse came as a tsunami across Cole’s psyche. While the previous ones had been dispersed throughout Cole rather simply, this one hit his receptors like an explosion. Everything in the wave was destroyed upon impact, leaving only Superman’s influence in its wake. Cole’s personality was completely wiped, his resistance to following orders no longer an issue. With it went Cole’s multifaceted intelligence, his hopes and dreams, and the one thing that truly stood between him and complete servitude: his morals. Now, he followed orders from someone else. A man worth following, worth worshiping.
With a satisfied grin, Superman took his gigantic feet off the desk, knowing the boys had done their work. It wasn’t too long after that the new man’s eyes lost their green glow.
“Now, Mr. Coleman,” Superman started the conversation as if he was actually resuming another one. “Your records look stellar, and your commitment to helping this city become a better place is obvious.”
Mr. Coleman’s face lit up at the compliments from his hero. The extremely attractive, love-of-his-life superhero.
“I guess the one thing left to ask is, how much are you willing to commit to working under my jurisdiction?”
Mr. Coleman’s answer came out as fast as it possibly could. “Anything, sir! It would be a dream to work under you. I would do anything to help you make this city better.”
Superman stood up, feeling a familiar stirring in his crotch.
“Anything?” Superman asked as he fondled his massive, mighty package.
Mr. Coleman couldn’t help but lick his lips. It looked like he was about to have a super time.
— —
“Officer Coleman?”
“Come in.”
The twinkish secretary entered Officer Coleman’s office, noticing the older male had his Size 10 feet kicked up onto the desk. It was standard protocol: no shoes, no socks. One of the many great benefits of working under Superman.
“The boss has requested you upstairs.”
Officer Coleman gave a stern nod, allowing the twink to politely leave. Although he appeared cool and collected on the outside, the officer was giddy and hyperactive at the request. Energy filled his veins as excitement built within him. The office stuff was decent, but the best part of his job was serving the city. And Officer Coleman knew the best way to serve the city was to serve its hero.
