I found myself swooning. It was just all so ridiculous. Obviously my imagination was just getting the better of me. But even as I pulled up my pants and adjusted my bulge, it felt different – excitingly unfamiliar. Something was definitely happening, that was for sure. But was that something simply my sanity slipping away? Or had I actually gained… it felt so juvenile even thinking it: superpowers?
A flurry of emotions were swimming through me. I was fatally anxious, scintillating with excitement, and absolutely horrified that I was just losing my mind. I felt myself teetering on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Not trusting myself to drive home, I poured myself a glass of water, downed it in one gulp, then drew the blinds and lay down on the massage table. Things would be clearer in the morning. Or at the very least, I’d be calmed down a bit. As I draped my arms beside the table, I felt a wave of physical and emotional exhaustion wash over me. I probably fell asleep in under thirty seconds.
I awoke to the sounds of my office phone ringing. I’d never gone to sleep there before, so waking up was a bit disorienting, but it took me only a few seconds to remember the circumstance. My hand shot down to my package, to find it still upgraded.
I sat up, still groggy, and reached for the phone on the desk.
“Hello?” I rubbed my eyes.
“Hey, Julian. Were… were you asleep?” It was Brandon’s voice and it hit me like a four-pack of Red Bulls.
“Uhh…” I floundered. “Just a little nap.”
“At your office?”
I glanced at the clock. It was 8:20 AM, I had slept for something like 16 hours. “Yeah… what can I do for ya?” I asked, hoping to change the subject.
He sighed. “Well, no complaints, really, about yesterday. It’s just… my shoes don’t fit me right. Or they don’t seem to. I dunno…”
Oh Jesus Christ, his feet!
“I mean, like, I know you were going pretty hard on them last night so I wasn’t sure if that’s something you’d heard of; feet swelling up after a massage.”
“Uhh…”
“It was actually bothering me right away, but I thought maybe it would go down after a good night’s sleep. I just… y’know, if something’s wrong I want to catch it early.”
I thought up a bunch of what could probably pass for masseuse jargon to explain it away, but I couldn’t be sure how familiar with any of that he would be. He was a kinesiology major, after all, so what do I do if he sees through my lie? Plus, it’s not really fair to him, considering. I potentially just rendered all his shoes obsolete.
“Brandon…” I said tentatively after a moment’s silence. “Y’know, Brandon, you should probably come see me in person.”
“Is… is everything ok?” he asked, a little worried.
“Yeah… or, well, I think so,” I assured him. “Just try to get here soon.”
“No prob. I’ll be twenty minutes or so.”
I set the phone back down on the receiver, and went to the washroom in the hopes that I would make myself look like I hadn’t slept in my office for sixteen hours. I looked down at my penis as I pissed in the urinal. It felt so strange. I wondered, cautiously, if I could to it again. I clasped my hand around my flaccid member once again, and tried to, I dunno, will it bigger. But it felt and looked the same.
Had I lost it? Do superpowers come and go like that? I mean, nothing had changed. It obviously worked on me as well as others, I was standing when I changed Brandon and sitting when I changed myself. The only common factor was…
You gotta be kidding me.
I could only do it while I had an erection? That seemed like a cheap deal. Though, on second thought, it really wasn’t much a price to pay for a bona fide superpower.