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This story will be continued in more parts. Hope you look forward to it ;)

The incest depicted in this story is purely fictional and does not support real life incest in any capacity.

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He’s completely brown and has a good amount of fat on him—especially his gut—but there’s thick muscles under all of that.\n\n\nOur eyes meet, his brown against my husky blue before his face suddenly darkens, “Trip was safe? Nobody caused trouble?”\n\n\n“Dad, I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about that.”\n\n\n“You know I worry for good reason! No powers means you can’t protect yourself.”\n\n\nI sigh, “Dad, I don’t want to have this conversation again.”\n\n\nThere’s a pause before he continues, “Sorry. We should get your stuff moved in, yeah? C’mon.”\n\n\nHe slaps my shoulder as he opens my tailgate.\n\n\n“Wait, no!”\n\n\nIt’s too late. A couple of my things spill out the door and onto the driveway.\n\n\n“Whoops,” Dad chuckles awkwardly as he picks up what he dropped.\n\n\nI can’t help but laugh a little with him. It’s nice to be home again. Though I hope nothing’s broken.\n\n\n“I don’t need to take everything in, remember? I’m going to be moving into the Aegis HQ.”\n\n\n“Err… yeah, yeah. Just got excited,” he chuckles awkwardly.\n\n\nHe’s smiling, but I can easily read the embarrassment along with the fatherly pride on his face. The pride no doubt being from me getting hired at Aegis.\n\n\nDad stacks the dropped stuff on a box and closes the tailgate. I pocket any of my basic necessities in the front before telling him what to bring in and what to leave in the car. While I work out regularly, I don’t have much bulk on me like him—I’m more lean—so I ask Dad to carry the heavier stuff in, which he does without a sweat.\n\n\nI follow him inside and even though I lose sight of him with how fast he’s walking, I know exactly where to go. \n\n\nMy old room looks almost exactly like it did when I left, minus my personal decorations and it’s much cleaner. Dad told me he was using it as a storage room while I was away but he cleaned it up for me once I told him I was moving back in.\n\n\nAfter setting the box down, Dad leans on my dresser, his arms crossed with a proud grin on his face.\n\n\n“Excited?”\n\n\n“To be back? Yeah.”\n\n\nHe huffs humorously, “No, I mean your new job! A hero manager? Y’know people dream to get up close with even one of them and you’ll be seeing tons of them! Daily!”\n\n\n“Hah, yeah, it’s pretty cool, I guess.”\n\n\nHis brow furrows, “What’s wrong? I know that face.”\n\n\n“Oh, um, Just… nervous I guess.”\n\n\n“Mmm, I see! Just think of it this way: they’re just normal people in suits.”\n\n\n“They’re really not…”\n\n\n“They are! The only thing that makes them any different from me is they fight bad guys, that’s it!”\n\n\n“Suuure, Dad.”\n\n\n“Whaaat? You don’t think I can cut it as a hero?” \n\n\n“I can’t imagine you being a hero.”\n\n\nHe smiles wide, “Wow, and you said I was your hero in that Father’s Day letter.”\n\n\nI shake my head and chuckle lightly, “That was in 1st grade! Besides, I want a dad, not a hero.”\n\n\n“I’d say a dad is the most powerful kind of hero!” he flexes, striking a heroic pose.\n\n\nI laugh, “Let’s just get the rest of my stuff in.”\n\n\nDad laughs in turn before following me back out of the house. Only one more load and I have everything I need for now. Just the everyday stuff.\n\n\n—\n\n\nLooking around my old room, I’m filled with dread and anxiety. I'm only going to be staying here for a short while, but I can’t help but worry I’ll mess something up or make a fool of myself and get kicked out of Aegis—sent back to stay here until I find another source of income. Dad will be so proud of me then, won’t he? \n\n\nI shake away those negative thoughts, not now. I decide to get up and head into the living room. I’m tired but not tired enough to take a nap and I should spend some real-life time with Dad, not over the phone. \n\n\nI plop down on the couch in the living room. From here I can see Dad cooking something in the kitchen.\n\n\n“Making your favorite!”\n\n\nMy mouth waters at the idea. Dad’s cooking is unmatched and I’ve been missing it ever since I moved out.\n\n\n“Hell yeah! It’ll be done soon?”\n\n\n“Not too much longer, bud.”\n\n\n“Cool,” I lay back down and scroll through social media on my phone until it’s dinner time.\n\n\n—\n\n\nI dig in the moment I sit at the table. Lemon chicken breasts and some buns. It’s such a simple dish but boy, do I love it. I’ve never liked fancy, complicated foods. To me the taste and texture just gets too crowded.\n\n\nI’m finished in moments. Dad is staring at me with a smile on his face, his food untouched.\n\n\n“I missed this.”\n\n\n“What? Watching me eat?” I gesture to his untouched plate.\n\n\nDad laughs, “No, silly. Having you around. Having someone to cook for. It gets quiet here.”\n\n\n“You haven’t been lonely here without me, right?”\n\n\n“No, not lonely, but I did miss you.”\n\n\nI eye him suspiciously. It had been something on my mind since I moved away. He’s lived by himself since I was 20. That’s eight years living by himself now.\n\n\n“I missed you too.”\n\n\n—\n\n\nMy alarm blares from my phone next to me. Groggily, I dismiss it and rub my eyes. I want to just roll back over and go back to sleep but I have work. Sitting up, I realize it’s gotten a bit stuffy in here. The air has a weird floral scent and kinda feels ‘thick.’ It must be some air freshener Dad put in here. This room was just a storage room for eight years.\n\n\nI get ready quickly and Dad makes me a nice breakfast before I go. Driving out of town and through the forest feels like I’m back on the road trip again and I dread the thought of having to do that again. The HQ is located outside of town for safety reasons, which means there’s almost no traffic. Makes it worth the somewhat long drive.\n\n\nI feel a bit nervous as I park and step out of my car. The tall fence of the massive garden that surrounds the Aegis Headquarters looms over me. I hope I don’t mess this up.\n\n\nOne of the guards eyes me as I approach the gate.\n\n\n“Hi, um… I’m a new hire as a hero manager here.” The guard nods in understanding before speaking into his walkie-talkie, letting somebody else know of my arrival. I’m told to wait a moment. \n\n\nI don’t have to wait long as the gate in front of me opens and out steps a hero. It’s Psionic. She’s a red-tailed hawk dressed in her iconic supersuit. A majority of the suit is covered in pink with light blue and white accents adorning the spandex. I can’t make out her expression due to the pink tinted visor covering her eyes. She’s not as muscular as most other heroes, which makes sense given her powers, but she is fit. There are too many things she can do with her powers to list: mind reading and seeing through objects to name a small few. It makes sense she’d be meeting me here. \n\n\nShe eyes me up and down, I wonder if she’s reading my mind already.\n\n\n“Follow me,” she turns and heads back the way she came.\n\n\nI awkwardly follow, feeling all the eyes of the security guards on my back before the gates are closed. Inside, we’re completely encased in more fences. Weird. I could swear there was just the garden past that gate.\n\n\n“So, you’re Leonard’s replacement,” she continues walking forward. Ahead of us is another gate. Though it doesn’t feel like we’re getting much closer to it as we walk.\n\n\n“Um, if Leonard was the previous hero manager, then yes. That is me.”\n\n\nShe looks back at me and smirks. 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He leads me through more hallways and I try to keep track of each turn so I don’t get lost. I’m not memorizing them very well.\n\n\nFinally, he holds open a door for me. The moment I’m inside he closes it behind me.\n\n\n“Take a seat.”\n\n\nIt’s an office. I’m guessing his office. On the back end of the room is a desk facing us with everything you might expect adorning the top of it. I take a seat in the cushioned guest chair and the sea lion sits in his office chair on the other side. I notice a nameplate on the desk with “Leonard Hall” engraved onto it. \n\n\nLeonard takes one of the papers from his desk, reading it as he talks to me, “My name is Leonard Hall. You may call me Leonard. I am the hero manager you will be replacing. As you know, we have many hero managers to manage every hero. I manage 10 of them,” he writes something on the paper he was holding before passing it to the side and begins reading another one. Leonard writes some more on the new paper. 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The west building, the one to the left when looking at the main building head on, is focused on training the heroes, and the east building is the science building. It’s focused on designing and repairing gadgets and suits for the heroes.\n\n\nWe ended the tour in one of the top floors of the science building and Leonard told me to lead us back to his office myself. I went the wrong way a couple of times but he had enough mercy to never let me stray too far off the correct path. Otherwise who knows what time it would be before we got back to his office.\n\n\nI plop back down in the nice cushioned chair in Leonard’s office with a relieved sigh. My knees and feet hurt from all of that walking.\n\n\n“Yes, that was quite a walk. I will allow you to rest a moment before we begin.”\n\n\nLeonard sits down slowly with a grunt. He’s much older than me so that tour must have been worse on him. He’s good at hiding it.\n\n\nAfter a little bit Leonard tells me to sit next to him. There’s another office chair behind his desk. That definitely wasn’t there before the tour. I sit and get a good look at all the papers and his computer screen. His browser has so many tabs.\n\n\nLeonard shows me my duties for the rest of the day—assigning heroes to different areas, tasks, and missions. There were a few crime call-ins but other managers assigned their heroes to it—none of Leonard’s heroes were nearby. As we go along, I notice Leonard ‘losing his cool,’ I guess. I don’t know him at all, really, but he has seemed very calm and collected so far. He keeps fidgeting and bouncing his legs, he loosened his tie and even unbuttoned one button. It’s not really that hot, maybe he’s just getting more comfortable. We’re not walking around the campus right now, so I guess he’s more casual when cooped up in his office. It's a bit weird to do that with a coworker he just met right next to him, though. I’m not going to judge. Given him taking the lead, I also decide to take the opportunity to get more comfortable—unbuttoning a button of my dress shirt.\n\n\nFinally, an alarm clock goes off on Leonard’s desk and he silences it startlingly fast, “W-well then. It is about time for you to head home, I still have some business to attend to here.”\n\n\n“Oh, okay. Well, have a nice day, Leonard. I’m excited for this position!”\n\n\nAs I’m opening the door, I’m interrupted.\n\n\n“One moment, Kieron.”\n\n\nI look back.\n\n\n“I have to apologize for it slipping my mind but at the end of this week you will have the opportunity to move into this building, as I’m sure you already know. It is not a requirement, but it will provide less of a commute and the opportunity to become better acquainted with the heroes. I must have your decision now, as I’m sure you have had more than enough time to decide following your interview. What is your decision?”\n\n\nI don’t have to think about it, I knew my answer from the moment it was offered to me.\n\n\n“I’ll be moving in here.”\n\n\n“Well, alright. That is all. You may be on your way, Kieron.”\n\n\n“Alright! Thank you, Leonard!”\n\n\nHe goes back to some papers on his desk but I’m a bit distracted by how breathy and urgent his voice sounded there, it has for the last hour. I hope he’s alright. I asked if he needed anything already but he said he was fine.\n\n\nI decide to leave it be. There’s definitely something he’s not telling me but it’s not my place to press it. For now, at least.\n\n\n—\n\n\n“I’m home!”\n\n\nI’m met with silence. Dad must be in the backyard. I drop my stuff off in my room before heading back there. He’s exactly where I expected him to be: sitting in his usual plastic chair near the shed, making metal sculptures. He bends the rebar in his hand with ease and presses it onto a part of the rest of the metal sculpture. Once he releases the rebar is fused to it. I can already tell it’s going to be a feral roadrunner, about 2 feet tall.\n\n\n“Hey.”\n\n\nHe looks at me with a start, “Woah, hey there. How was your first day, bud?”\n\n\n“It was neat, bit nerve racking. I met Psionic. Well, she just let me in the campus, but I talked to her.”\n\n\nHe stands up with enthusiasm, “Wooaahh! That’s amazing bud! Who else was there? Did you meet Champion?”\n\n\nWe move inside and sit at the dining table so I can fill him in on my first day better. He asks many questions, though many of them I can’t answer. I can’t just reveal confidential Aegis information to the public, even if Dad would keep it a secret. He could be a person with a doppelganger power. At least that’s how I’m supposed to think.\n\n\nHe cooks us dinner while we talk. He’s very curious about how my job will work but I’m not able to tell him much besides the basics. Because of that limitation, he shifts to conversation to ask if I met some heroes he’s a fan of. During my time there, I was able to see a lot of heroes, but I didn’t really talk to anyone besides Psionic and Leonard.\n\n\n“Hey, I’m gonna meet the heroes I’ll be managing tomorrow. I’ll prolly have something to tell you then.”\n\n\n“Awright, then,” he seems disappointed, yet understanding, “How ‘bout we watch a movie while we eat, yeah? Been a while since we had a movie night!”\n\n\nI chuckle lightly, “Yeah it has, hasn’t it.”\n\n\n“Awright! Why don’t you pour yourself some macaroni and pick a movie. Imma go get the steaks. Should be done ‘bout now.”\n\n\n“Anything you wanna watch in particular?”\n\n\n“Nah, surprise me!” and he’s out the back door.\n\n\nI scoop some macaroni on my plate and set it on the coffee table in the living room. I’m in the mood for a bad horror film, so I pick out something I know is really cheesy and stupid. Dad comes back in soon after and sets a big steak on each of our plates.\n\n\nSteaks are pretty awkward to eat at a coffee table, but we make do. Dad and I share a few laughs watching the movie—remarking about the awful acting, dumb character decisions, and bad practical effects. It’s bad, but that’s what makes these movies so fun!\n\n\nThroughout the movie, I start to feel a bit hot in my nether regions. I have to lounge back and discreetly air myself out every once in a while. It’s a bit concerning but I catch Dad doing the same thing with his pants like me, his shirt too. I guess it’s not just me that’s a bit hot right now.\n\n\nBy the time the movie finishes, arousal mixes in with the heat. I think I should deal with this, so I tell Dad I’m headed to bed. He seems eager to go to bed too, so we tell each other goodnight before retiring to our bedrooms.\n\n\nNow alone, I can take care of this stupid arousal that came out of nowhere. I fish around in one of my boxes and find it: my go-to dildo. I’m quick to work—laying on my bed and pulling my pants down. To start, I play with my clit as a bit of foreplay but it’s not long before finally slowly shoving it in my pussy. I stifle my moans, not wanting Dad to hear. \n\n\nThe dildo only just reaches the deepest point in me when the door to my room slowly swings open. I’m quick to cover up with my blanket, but I don’t have enough time to pull my pants up or pull the dildo out. A silhouette stands in the doorway, the low light of the hallway allowing me to make out his figure, but preventing me from seeing any details.\n\n\n“Dad?”\n\n\nI can hear him panting as if he had just been working out. He takes a couple steps into my room before stopping. I can see him moving in the darkness, but I can’t tell what his intentions are.\n\n\n“Is something wrong?” I ask, worry building within me.\n\n\nHe stands there, breathing heavily.\n\n\nI sit up, stifling a moan from the dildo shifting around inside me, “Dad?”\n\n\nHe’s still silent as he approaches me.\n\n\nAlong with the panting, I hear a new sound: sniffing. He pulls the blanket off me and throws it to the side and grabs my thighs with each hand, spreading my legs. I’m filled with confusion and shock. What is happening? What is he doing? Should I do something? What should I do?\n\n\nI finally realize what’s happening as I feel him slowly pull the dildo out. I struggle to stop from moaning. This is wrong and I don’t want to show my pleasure but I’m too stunned to do much else. The light coming from the hallway allows me to see him slowly shove the dildo into his mouth all the way, then pull it out, savoring it. He just licked my pussy juices off my dildo, I realize. He moans with a low rumble and leans down. Something wide and wet presses into my crotch. It runs across my lower lips to my clit. It plays with it, pushing it every which way. I moan loudly. The shock of what is happening prevents me from retaliating.\n\n\n“D-Dad?”\n\n\nHe stops for a moment and takes a big sniff of my crotch for some reason before diving in again with fervor. This time he doesn’t hold back, drenching my pussy in his saliva—sucking and nibbling on my clit. I’ve had sex before, but this feels much better than anything I’ve experienced yet—and he hasn’t even used his dick yet! He grabs the underside of my thighs and lifts my lower half off my bed, giving him a better angle while he sits up. This time his lips are wrapped around my lower lips, making out with it. He makes smacking sounds as his tongue continues to poke and prod at my hole and clit. After what feels like an eternity of him eating me out, clouding my brain in pleasure, his tongue digs in. I moan loudly as I feel his thick muscle writhe into me, digging deeper and deeper. It’s quick to reach the end, touching my cervix. He wiggles his entire tongue inside of me, coating every inch with saliva like he did on the outside. His upper lip plays with my clit, sending more waves of pleasure with the tongue-fucking he’s giving me.\n\n\nFinally, he pulls out. His tongue hangs from his mouth and he’s panting even more than earlier. He crawls over me, my legs get pushed up by his thighs, giving him easier access. \n\n\nI grab his muzzle.\n\n\n“W-wait. What are we doing? Why?”\n\n\nBefore I can react, his lips wrap around mine. I feel his tongue prod at my lips to open up, my body reacts on its own and lets him in. His tongue rubs against mine, I rub back. I’m not sure why I’m doing this. We moan into each other's mouths as I realize a new sensation I’m feeling. I can feel something hard rub between my lower lips. It doesn’t take too much thinking to figure out what it is. His penis is large, almost a foot in length, only one or two inches shorter. He rubs his member against me as he defiles my mouth. \n\n\nEventually, he seems tired of foreplay and I feel him press against the entrance to my vagina, slowly, very slowly. He’s breathing heavily and fast into my mouth. I get the feeling he’s using every bit of his energy to not just jam it in there and hurt me. He pulls his tongue out and I’m left feeling out of breath and panting just as heavy as he is. I wrap my legs around his waist and grab the fur on his shoulders. He bites down lightly onto my neck and I gasp as he puts pressure down below. I can feel the flesh of my vagina make way as he ever so slowly pushes through. I grasp onto his shoulder fur with all my might, clenching my teeth together as my vagina painfully struggles to take him—not being designed to fit something so thick. I’ve never even used a toy as big as him. I have to gasp and huff as he goes. Every other moment he stops and lets me get used to him inside me. I can feel his heartbeat in his cock and it constantly throbs hot precum into me. \n\n\nWe go on for a while like that, him slowly pushing into me before giving me a moment to get accustomed to him. Finally, I feel him touch my cervix. I sigh, thinking it’s done, but after a short rest he slowly pushes onward.\n\n\n“D-Dad. You can’t fit any more.”\n\n\nHe responds by biting a little bit harder into me, making me gasp. He presses onward and the pain grows the further in he goes. My insides cannot possibly be able to fit all of him. That doesn’t seem to stop him. I’m grateful that he is at least going slow with it, maybe it will be possible if he keeps going this slow. \n\n\nMy vagina aches with how stretched it is from both his girth and length. In a final push, I feel something press against the entrance. I realize it’s his knot. He’s reached the end of the line. He pulls out slowly until I feel empty, then he pushes back in again. The first few times my vagina still has to get reused to his cock, but each thrust opens me up more as he slowly picks up pace.\n\n\nHe lets go of my neck and kisses me again, his tongue jolting into my mouth as he thrusts into me. I moan and squirm with each thrust I take to the knot. He only rubs his tongue against mine for a moment before he does something new. His tongue pushes past mine, deeper into my mouth. It slides down my throat, going deep before he wiggles it around and I gag. He pulls it back out and rubs against my tongue again. Not a moment later his tongue is down my throat again, pulling out when I gag yet again. He repeats this process as his cock slams into me, now making a wet suction noise with each thrust as his knot presses up against my soaked lips. My pussy feels even more sore than before, now being able to take him as he thrusts frantically into me, though each thrust still pushes and stretches me out. The pleasure outweighs the pain, however, each thrust curls my toes and I hold onto him for dear life. I want to scream in pleasure but his tongue down my throat prevents me. I realize that my gag reflex is slowly going away, he’s able to keep his tongue down for longer and farther before I gag again. I feel myself losing my mind to the sensations racking my body.\n\n\nI suck on his tongue, as that’s all I can really do at this moment. Dad is in complete control of everything else. I moan loudly, continuously, my voice jumping to each thrust. By now he just holds his tongue down my throat at the deepest depth he can manage and wiggles it around. It feels much like how he was eating me out when this whole thing started. His thrusts have grown more frantic, he no longer hits the exact same spot in me—he thrusts and it feels like my vagina is pulled in a new direction each time. I’ve orgasmed multiple times by now and I can feel him finally getting close to his. He holds tightly onto me as I feel his body tense. It’s then I realize that we haven’t used condoms this whole time and he seems to plan to finish inside me. I panic at the thought, but I'm not able to stop him with his tongue jammed down my throat. Not that it would matter because he thrusts one final time before I can do anything. He screams into my mouth as I scream back as his entire dick, including knot, enters me. My entrance aches after having his thick knot push past it and I can feel his dick pushing deep inside me. It begins throbbing and he moans into my mouth, wiggling his tongue around frantically. I can feel his hot cum spill into my vagina and worse yet, my womb. His knot swells inside me and my internal muscles do their job to milk him dry. The hormones I’ve been taking to transition have completely stopped my periods, which I can only hope means I won’t get pregnant from this. He continues to throb endlessly, each one shooting large amounts of cum into me, his knot preventing any bit of it from escaping.\n\n\nHe relaxes and limply lays on me, smothering me. I have to push him off which causes me to start to fall off the bed, but his knot holds onto me, keeping me from hitting the floor. He pulls me back up, still cumming. I place a hand on my stomach as I lay on my side with my face pressed into his chest. My stomach grows in size with each pulse of cum. My belly—no, my uterus—feels tight as the endless torrent fills me up. \n\n\nFinally, it stops. I rub my belly, realizing this would be what it would feel like to be pregnant. I shudder at the thought. I hear snoring as I look up to Dad, he fell asleep. I’m still knotted onto him so I can’t do anything but lay there. I find my phone and shine a light down below, where we’re attached. I can’t help but to be turned on by the sight. My cum and his precum made a mess, covering both of our crotches and the bed below it. I consider taking a picture but I decide that’s too dangerous. Exhausted, I turn my phone off and allow myself to fall asleep.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "I breathe a sigh of relief as I pull into the driveway. I don’t even like 30 minute drives, much less five hours. The moment I step out of my car, a yelp escapes me as I’m embraced from behind. Arms wrap around my body and a soft belly presses into my back. Panic forms within me as thoughts of being robbed crosses my mind, but a familiar voice coming from my assailant brings me back to reality.


“Welcome home, Kieron!”


I untense, relieved, “Hi, Dad. Glad to be back.”


Dad’s hug lasts way too long, as always. When I’m finally free, I turn to face him. I’m tall at six feet but he’s just over half a foot taller. The newfoundland from him contributes to my height, but I don’t doubt my other husky half is what prevents me from matching him. He’s completely brown and has a good amount of fat on him—especially his gut—but there’s thick muscles under all of that.


Our eyes meet, his brown against my husky blue before his face suddenly darkens, “Trip was safe? Nobody caused trouble?”


“Dad, I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about that.”


“You know I worry for good reason! No powers means you can’t protect yourself.”


I sigh, “Dad, I don’t want to have this conversation again.”


There’s a pause before he continues, “Sorry. We should get your stuff moved in, yeah? C’mon.”


He slaps my shoulder as he opens my tailgate.


“Wait, no!”


It’s too late. A couple of my things spill out the door and onto the driveway.


“Whoops,” Dad chuckles awkwardly as he picks up what he dropped.


I can’t help but laugh a little with him. It’s nice to be home again. Though I hope nothing’s broken.


“I don’t need to take everything in, remember? I’m going to be moving into the Aegis HQ.”


“Err… yeah, yeah. Just got excited,” he chuckles awkwardly.


He’s smiling, but I can easily read the embarrassment along with the fatherly pride on his face. The pride no doubt being from me getting hired at Aegis.


Dad stacks the dropped stuff on a box and closes the tailgate. I pocket any of my basic necessities in the front before telling him what to bring in and what to leave in the car. While I work out regularly, I don’t have much bulk on me like him—I’m more lean—so I ask Dad to carry the heavier stuff in, which he does without a sweat.


I follow him inside and even though I lose sight of him with how fast he’s walking, I know exactly where to go.


My old room looks almost exactly like it did when I left, minus my personal decorations and it’s much cleaner. Dad told me he was using it as a storage room while I was away but he cleaned it up for me once I told him I was moving back in.


After setting the box down, Dad leans on my dresser, his arms crossed with a proud grin on his face.


“Excited?”


“To be back? Yeah.”


He huffs humorously, “No, I mean your new job! A hero manager? Y’know people dream to get up close with even one of them and you’ll be seeing tons of them! Daily!”


“Hah, yeah, it’s pretty cool, I guess.”


His brow furrows, “What’s wrong? I know that face.”


“Oh, um, Just… nervous I guess.”


“Mmm, I see! Just think of it this way: they’re just normal people in suits.”


“They’re really not…”


“They are! The only thing that makes them any different from me is they fight bad guys, that’s it!”


“Suuure, Dad.”


“Whaaat? You don’t think I can cut it as a hero?”


“I can’t imagine you being a hero.”


He smiles wide, “Wow, and you said I was your hero in that Father’s Day letter.”


I shake my head and chuckle lightly, “That was in 1st grade! Besides, I want a dad, not a hero.”


“I’d say a dad is the most powerful kind of hero!” he flexes, striking a heroic pose.


I laugh, “Let’s just get the rest of my stuff in.”


Dad laughs in turn before following me back out of the house. Only one more load and I have everything I need for now. Just the everyday stuff.


—


Looking around my old room, I’m filled with dread and anxiety. I'm only going to be staying here for a short while, but I can’t help but worry I’ll mess something up or make a fool of myself and get kicked out of Aegis—sent back to stay here until I find another source of income. Dad will be so proud of me then, won’t he?


I shake away those negative thoughts, not now. I decide to get up and head into the living room. I’m tired but not tired enough to take a nap and I should spend some real-life time with Dad, not over the phone.


I plop down on the couch in the living room. From here I can see Dad cooking something in the kitchen.


“Making your favorite!”


My mouth waters at the idea. Dad’s cooking is unmatched and I’ve been missing it ever since I moved out.


“Hell yeah! It’ll be done soon?”


“Not too much longer, bud.”


“Cool,” I lay back down and scroll through social media on my phone until it’s dinner time.


—


I dig in the moment I sit at the table. Lemon chicken breasts and some buns. It’s such a simple dish but boy, do I love it. I’ve never liked fancy, complicated foods. To me the taste and texture just gets too crowded.


I’m finished in moments. Dad is staring at me with a smile on his face, his food untouched.


“I missed this.”


“What? Watching me eat?” I gesture to his untouched plate.


Dad laughs, “No, silly. Having you around. Having someone to cook for. It gets quiet here.”


“You haven’t been lonely here without me, right?”


“No, not lonely, but I did miss you.”


I eye him suspiciously. It had been something on my mind since I moved away. He’s lived by himself since I was 20. That’s eight years living by himself now.


“I missed you too.”


—


My alarm blares from my phone next to me. Groggily, I dismiss it and rub my eyes. I want to just roll back over and go back to sleep but I have work. Sitting up, I realize it’s gotten a bit stuffy in here. The air has a weird floral scent and kinda feels ‘thick.’ It must be some air freshener Dad put in here. This room was just a storage room for eight years.


I get ready quickly and Dad makes me a nice breakfast before I go. Driving out of town and through the forest feels like I’m back on the road trip again and I dread the thought of having to do that again. The HQ is located outside of town for safety reasons, which means there’s almost no traffic. Makes it worth the somewhat long drive.


I feel a bit nervous as I park and step out of my car. The tall fence of the massive garden that surrounds the Aegis Headquarters looms over me. I hope I don’t mess this up.


One of the guards eyes me as I approach the gate.


“Hi, um… I’m a new hire as a hero manager here.” The guard nods in understanding before speaking into his walkie-talkie, letting somebody else know of my arrival. I’m told to wait a moment.


I don’t have to wait long as the gate in front of me opens and out steps a hero. It’s Psionic. She’s a red-tailed hawk dressed in her iconic supersuit. A majority of the suit is covered in  pink with light blue and white accents adorning the spandex. I can’t make out her expression due to the pink tinted visor covering her eyes. She’s not as muscular as most other heroes, which makes sense given her powers, but she is fit. There are too many things she can do with her powers to list: mind reading and seeing through objects to name a small few. It makes sense she’d be meeting me here.


She eyes me up and down, I wonder if she’s reading my mind already.


“Follow me,” she turns and heads back the way she came.


I awkwardly follow, feeling all the eyes of the security guards on my back before the gates are closed. Inside, we’re completely encased in more fences. Weird. I could swear there was just the garden past that gate.


“So, you’re Leonard’s replacement,” she continues walking forward. Ahead of us is another gate. Though it doesn’t feel like we’re getting much closer to it as we walk.


“Um, if Leonard was the previous hero manager, then yes. That is me.”


She looks back at me and smirks. Up this close, I can see her eye me up through her visor. I can’t help but look away nervously, playing with my hands. I’ve never cared much about heroes but I have to say they are intimidating up close.


The sound of the gate in front of us opening makes me look back up. The gate was way further away when I looked away. We stop just outside the gate as it closes behind us. Looking back, there is no enclosed space of fence. It’s just the gate.


“You’re all good then, Kieron. I hope you’ll do us well. Just keep going straight and you’ll be in the main building. I’ll have someone meet you just inside the entrance.”


“R-right. I won’t let you down!”


She chuckles before heading towards one of the side buildings as my face burns in embarrassment. What the hell did I just say?


The walk to the main building is long and nerve racking. Not having a guide or something makes me feel like I’m going the wrong way. I take the time getting to the main building to take in my surroundings. I never thought I’d ever be here—that business management degree paid off after all.


The main building I’m headed to is the biggest, both in height and width. It seems to be about 6 floors tall. The two side buildings seem to be 4 stories. The main building is probably wider than both of the side buildings combined. I can’t help but wonder what each building is for.


Inside the main building I’m met with a lobby full of heroes. Every direction I look there are more heroes. They’re walking around, going in and out of the open archways to the sides of the lobby. A couple pass me and head out the front door. The ones that aren’t walking around are socializing with each other in little groups. I’ve never felt more out of place. Some look over to me, a variety of expressions on their faces as they most likely wonder who I am.


Before I can figure out what to do next, an old sea lion approaches me. He wears a business suit instead of a hero suit which for once makes him stand out. He’s very rotund with a whitish-gray beard that contrasts nicely with his brown fur. His head fur is very short and matches the rest of his fur rather than his beard. I wonder if that’s natural or if he shaves it. The expression on his face is serious and oppressive, making me struggle to meet his eyes.


“Kieron, yes?”


“Yes, that’s me.”


“Follow me.”


What’s with people just telling me to follow them here? No explanation or anything. I comply without complaint, regardless.


The sea lion leads me through the side archway into another lobby-like area. A bunch of heroes are lounging and socializing. A couple are eating and I notice a snack bar before my guide leads me into an elevator. The elevator ride is awkwardly quiet and I’m relieved to get back to following him once we get to the third floor. He leads me through more hallways and I try to keep track of each turn so I don’t get lost. I’m not memorizing them very well.


Finally, he holds open a door for me. The moment I’m inside he closes it behind me.


“Take a seat.”


It’s an office. I’m guessing his office. On the back end of the room is a desk facing us with everything you might expect adorning the top of it. I take a seat in the cushioned guest chair and the sea lion sits in his office chair on the other side. I notice a nameplate on the desk with “Leonard Hall” engraved onto it.


Leonard takes one of the papers from his desk, reading it as he talks to me, “My name is Leonard Hall. You may call me Leonard. I am the hero manager you will be replacing. As you know, we have many hero managers to manage every hero. I manage 10 of them,” he writes something on the paper he was holding before passing it to the side and begins reading another one. Leonard writes some more on the new paper. He seems to have a bit more to fill out compared to the other one. Once he’s done, he sets the paper to the side with the other one and puts his pen down. I notice there are no more papers in the stack he was pulling from. He stands and motions for me to do the same.


“I will first give you a tour of the buildings, then I will show you some of your duties in this office. This facility is quite large and the tour will take most of the day. We will get through very little in this office. Tomorrow, I will have you meet the 10 heroes you will be managing and show you more of your duties in this office. Do you understand?”


What is this, the military?


“Yes, I understand.”


“Good. Follow me.”


—


Leonard was right about the tour taking most of the day. The main building contains the cafeteria, lounge, quarters and many other rooms to give the heroes and staff entertainment along with a place to live if they choose to live here. The west building, the one to the left when looking at the main building head on, is focused on training the heroes, and the east building is the science building. It’s focused on designing and repairing gadgets and suits for the heroes.


We ended the tour in one of the top floors of the science building and Leonard told me to lead us back to his office myself. I went the wrong way a couple of times but he had enough mercy to never let me stray too far off the correct path. Otherwise who knows what time it would be before we got back to his office.


I plop back down in the nice cushioned chair in Leonard’s office with a relieved sigh. My knees and feet hurt from all of that walking.


“Yes, that was quite a walk. I will allow you to rest a moment before we begin.”


Leonard sits down slowly with a grunt. He’s much older than me so that tour must have been worse on him. He’s good at hiding it.


After a little bit Leonard tells me to sit next to him. There’s another office chair behind his desk. That definitely wasn’t there before the tour. I sit and get a good look at all the papers and his computer screen. His browser has so many tabs.


Leonard shows me my duties for the rest of the day—assigning heroes to different areas, tasks, and missions. There were a few crime call-ins but other managers assigned their heroes to it—none of Leonard’s heroes were nearby. As we go along, I notice Leonard ‘losing his cool,’ I guess. I don’t know him at all, really, but he has seemed very calm and collected so far. He keeps fidgeting and bouncing his legs, he loosened his tie and even unbuttoned one button. It’s not really that hot, maybe he’s just getting more comfortable. We’re not walking around the campus right now, so I guess he’s more casual when cooped up in his office. It's a bit weird to do that with a coworker he just met right next to him, though. I’m not going to judge. Given him taking the lead, I also decide to take the opportunity to get more comfortable—unbuttoning a button of my dress shirt.


Finally, an alarm clock goes off on Leonard’s desk and he silences it startlingly fast, “W-well then. It is about time for you to head home, I still have some business to attend to here.”


“Oh, okay. Well, have a nice day, Leonard. I’m excited for this position!”


As I’m opening the door, I’m interrupted.


“One moment, Kieron.”


I look back.


“I have to apologize for it slipping my mind but at the end of this week you will have the opportunity to move into this building, as I’m sure you already know. It is not a requirement, but it will provide less of a commute and the opportunity to become better acquainted with the heroes. I must have your decision now, as I’m sure you have had more than enough time to decide following your interview. What is your decision?”


I don’t have to think about it, I knew my answer from the moment it was offered to me.


“I’ll be moving in here.”


“Well, alright. That is all. You may be on your way, Kieron.”


“Alright! Thank you, Leonard!”


He goes back to some papers on his desk but I’m a bit distracted by how breathy and urgent his voice sounded there, it has for the last hour. I hope he’s alright. I asked if he needed anything already but he said he was fine.


I decide to leave it be. There’s definitely something he’s not telling me but it’s not my place to press it. For now, at least.


—


“I’m home!”


I’m met with silence. Dad must be in the backyard. I drop my stuff off in my room before heading back there. He’s exactly where I expected him to be: sitting in his usual plastic chair near the shed, making metal sculptures. He bends the rebar in his hand with ease and presses it onto a part of the rest of the metal sculpture. Once he releases the rebar is fused to it. I can already tell it’s going to be a feral roadrunner, about 2 feet tall.


“Hey.”


He looks at me with a start, “Woah, hey there. How was your first day, bud?”


“It was neat, bit nerve racking. I met Psionic. Well, she just let me in the campus, but I talked to her.”


He stands up with enthusiasm, “Wooaahh! That’s amazing bud! Who else was there? Did you meet Champion?”


We move inside and sit at the dining table so I can fill him in on my first day better. He asks many questions, though many of them I can’t answer. I can’t just reveal confidential Aegis information to the public, even if Dad would keep it a secret. He could be a person with a doppelganger power. At least that’s how I’m supposed to think.


He cooks us dinner while we talk. He’s very curious about how my job will work but I’m not able to tell him much besides the basics. Because of that limitation, he shifts to conversation to ask if I met some heroes he’s a fan of. During my time there, I was able to see a lot of heroes, but I didn’t really talk to anyone besides Psionic and Leonard.


“Hey, I’m gonna meet the heroes I’ll be managing tomorrow. I’ll prolly have something to tell you then.”


“Awright, then,” he seems disappointed, yet understanding, “How ‘bout we watch a movie while we eat, yeah? Been a while since we had a movie night!”


I chuckle lightly, “Yeah it has, hasn’t it.”


“Awright! Why don’t you pour yourself some macaroni and pick a movie. Imma go get the steaks. Should be done ‘bout now.”


“Anything you wanna watch in particular?”


“Nah, surprise me!” and he’s out the back door.


I scoop some macaroni on my plate and set it on the coffee table in the living room. I’m in the mood for a bad horror film, so I pick out something I know is really cheesy and stupid. Dad comes back in soon after and sets a big steak on each of our plates.


Steaks are pretty awkward to eat at a coffee table, but we make do. Dad and I share a few laughs watching the movie—remarking about the awful acting, dumb character decisions, and bad practical effects. It’s bad, but that’s what makes these movies so fun!


Throughout the movie, I start to feel a bit hot in my nether regions. I have to lounge back and discreetly air myself out every once in a while. It’s a bit concerning but I catch Dad doing the same thing with his pants like me, his shirt too. I guess it’s not just me that’s a bit hot right now.


By the time the movie finishes, arousal mixes in with the heat. I think I should deal with this, so I tell Dad I’m headed to bed. He seems eager to go to bed too, so we tell each other goodnight before retiring to our bedrooms.


Now alone, I can take care of this stupid arousal that came out of nowhere. I fish around in one of my boxes and find it: my go-to dildo. I’m quick to work—laying on my bed and pulling my pants down. To start, I play with my clit as a bit of foreplay but it’s not long before finally slowly shoving it in my pussy. I stifle my moans, not wanting Dad to hear.


The dildo only just reaches the deepest point in me when the door to my room slowly swings open. I’m quick to cover up with my blanket, but I don’t have enough time to pull my pants up or pull the dildo out. A silhouette stands in the doorway, the low light of the hallway allowing me to make out his figure, but preventing me from seeing any details.


“Dad?”


I can hear him panting as if he had just been working out. He takes a couple steps into my room before stopping. I can see him moving in the darkness, but I can’t tell what his intentions are.


“Is something wrong?” I ask, worry building within me.


He stands there, breathing heavily.


I sit up, stifling a moan from the dildo shifting around inside me, “Dad?”


He’s still silent as he approaches me.


Along with the panting, I hear a new sound: sniffing. He pulls the blanket off me and throws it to the side and grabs my thighs with each hand, spreading my legs. I’m filled with confusion and shock. What is happening? What is he doing? Should I do something? What should I do?


I finally realize what’s happening as I feel him slowly pull the dildo out. I struggle to stop from moaning. This is wrong and I don’t want to show my pleasure but I’m too stunned to do much else. The light coming from the hallway allows me to see him slowly shove the dildo into his mouth all the way, then pull it out, savoring it. He just licked my pussy juices off my dildo, I realize. He moans with a low rumble and leans down. Something wide and wet presses into my crotch. It runs across my lower lips to my clit. It plays with it, pushing it every which way. I moan loudly. The shock of what is happening prevents me from retaliating.


“D-Dad?”


He stops for a moment and takes a big sniff of my crotch for some reason before diving in again with fervor. This time he doesn’t hold back, drenching my pussy in his saliva—sucking and nibbling on my clit. I’ve had sex before, but this feels much better than anything I’ve experienced yet—and he hasn’t even used his dick yet! He grabs the underside of my thighs and lifts my lower half off my bed, giving him a better angle while he sits up. This time his lips are wrapped around my lower lips, making out with it. He makes smacking sounds as his tongue continues to poke and prod at my hole and clit. After what feels like an eternity of him eating me out, clouding my brain in pleasure, his tongue digs in. I moan loudly as I feel his thick muscle writhe into me, digging deeper and deeper. It’s quick to reach the end, touching my cervix. He wiggles his entire tongue inside of me, coating every inch with saliva like he did on the outside. His upper lip plays with my clit, sending more waves of pleasure with the tongue-fucking he’s giving me.


Finally, he pulls out. His tongue hangs from his mouth and he’s panting even more than earlier. He crawls over me, my legs get pushed up by his thighs, giving him easier access.


I grab his muzzle.


“W-wait. What are we doing? Why?”


Before I can react, his lips wrap around mine. I feel his tongue prod at my lips to open up, my body reacts on its own and lets him in. His tongue rubs against mine, I rub back. I’m not sure why I’m doing this. We moan into each other's mouths as I realize a new sensation I’m feeling. I can feel something hard rub between my lower lips. It doesn’t take too much thinking to figure out what it is. His penis is large, almost a foot in length, only one or two inches shorter. He rubs his member against me as he defiles my mouth.


Eventually, he seems tired of foreplay and I feel him press against the entrance to my vagina, slowly, very slowly. He’s breathing heavily and fast into my mouth. I get the feeling he’s using every bit of his energy to not just jam it in there and hurt me. He pulls his tongue out and I’m left feeling out of breath and panting just as heavy as he is. I wrap my legs around his waist and grab the fur on his shoulders. He bites down lightly onto my neck and I gasp as he puts pressure down below. I can feel the flesh of my vagina make way as he ever so slowly pushes through. I grasp onto his shoulder fur with all my might, clenching my teeth together as my vagina painfully struggles to take him—not being designed to fit something so thick. I’ve never even used a toy as big as him. I have to gasp and huff as he goes. Every other moment he stops and lets me get used to him inside me. I can feel his heartbeat in his cock and it constantly throbs hot precum into me.


We go on for a while like that, him slowly pushing into me before giving me a moment to get accustomed to him. Finally, I feel him touch my cervix. I sigh, thinking it’s done, but after a short rest he slowly pushes onward.


“D-Dad. You can’t fit any more.”


He responds by biting a little bit harder into me, making me gasp. He presses onward and the pain grows the further in he goes. My insides cannot possibly be able to fit all of him. That doesn’t seem to stop him. I’m grateful that he is at least going slow with it, maybe it will be possible if he keeps going this slow.


My vagina aches with how stretched it is from both his girth and length. In a final push, I feel something press against the entrance. I realize it’s his knot. He’s reached the end of the line. He pulls out slowly until I feel empty, then he pushes back in again. The first few times my vagina still has to get reused to his cock, but each thrust opens me up more as he slowly picks up pace.


He lets go of my neck and kisses me again, his tongue jolting into my mouth as he thrusts into me. I moan and squirm with each thrust I take to the knot. He only rubs his tongue against mine for a moment before he does something new. His tongue pushes past mine, deeper into my mouth. It slides down my throat, going deep before he wiggles it around and I gag. He pulls it back out and rubs against my tongue again. Not a moment later his tongue is down my throat again, pulling out when I gag yet again. He repeats this process as his cock slams into me, now making a wet suction noise with each thrust as his knot presses up against my soaked lips. My pussy feels even more sore than before, now being able to take him as he thrusts frantically into me, though each thrust still pushes and stretches me out. The pleasure outweighs the pain, however, each thrust curls my toes and I hold onto him for dear life. I want to scream in pleasure but his tongue down my throat prevents me. I realize that my gag reflex is slowly going away, he’s able to keep his tongue down for longer and farther before I gag again. I feel myself losing my mind to the sensations racking my body.


I suck on his tongue, as that’s all I can really do at this moment. Dad is in complete control of everything else. I moan loudly, continuously, my voice jumping to each thrust. By now he just holds his tongue down my throat at the deepest depth he can manage and wiggles it around. It feels much like how he was eating me out when this whole thing started. His thrusts have grown more frantic, he no longer hits the exact same spot in me—he thrusts and it feels like my vagina is pulled in a new direction each time. I’ve orgasmed multiple times by now and I can feel him finally getting close to his. He holds tightly onto me as I feel his body tense. It’s then I realize that we haven’t used condoms this whole time and he seems to plan to finish inside me. I panic at the thought, but I'm not able to stop him with his tongue jammed down my throat. Not that it would matter because he thrusts one final time before I can do anything. He screams into my mouth as I scream back as his entire dick, including knot, enters me. My entrance aches after having his thick knot push past it and I can feel his dick pushing deep inside me. It begins throbbing and he moans into my mouth, wiggling his tongue around frantically. I can feel his hot cum spill into my vagina and worse yet, my womb. His knot swells inside me and my internal muscles do their job to milk him dry. The hormones I’ve been taking to transition have completely stopped my periods, which I can only hope means I won’t get pregnant from this. He continues to throb endlessly, each one shooting large amounts of cum into me, his knot preventing any bit of it from escaping.


He relaxes and limply lays on me, smothering me. I have to push him off which causes me to start to fall off the bed, but his knot holds onto me, keeping me from hitting the floor. He pulls me back up, still cumming. I place a hand on my stomach as I lay on my side with my face pressed into his chest. My stomach grows in size with each pulse of cum. My belly—no, my uterus—feels tight as the endless torrent fills me up.


Finally, it stops. I rub my belly, realizing this would be what it would feel like to be pregnant. I shudder at the thought. I hear snoring as I look up to Dad, he fell asleep. I’m still knotted onto him so I can’t do anything but lay there. I find my phone and shine a light down below, where we’re attached. I can’t help but to be turned on by the sight. My cum and his precum made a mess, covering both of our crotches and the bed below it. I consider taking a picture but I decide that’s too dangerous. Exhausted, I turn my phone off and allow myself to fall asleep.", "pools_count": 2, "title": "Pheromones 1", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "548" }