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Nolan landed on softly on the hard concrete that made up the parking lot of the plaza. His brows furrowed as he looked at Art's Tailor Shoppe, as if trying to make his gaze penetrate deeper inside than the glass windows would allow. Alas, x-ray vision was not one of the many gifts of the Viltrumite species.
He took in a deep breath, the simple polo he wore stretching to its limits as his muscled chest expanded. He exhaled and opened his eyes. Glancing around the empty lot, making sure there was no danger around, he made his was to the shop. It wasn't every day Art called him to the shop. In fact, as with most things, it happened on Nolan's terms. The tailor was the kind of person that was visit on an "as needed" basis. With his prowess and skill, Omni-Man hardly ever needed super suit repairs.
He walked down the steps into Art's lab. It was weirdly quiet. He went on full alert, cautiously taking a step onto the cutting floor. His eyes darted around. His ears picked up on the tiniest bit of --
"Ah! There you are!" Art yelled, managing to startle him. Nolan's eyes widened in surprise. Not many pesky humans were able to get the jump on him.
"Art," he said, sticking his hand for a solid shake. "Good to see you. What did you need to see me for? Something about a new costume?"
"Correct," Art replied. His face was weirdly contorting, as if trying to suppress a wicked smile. "Don't worry, don't worry. It's not a design overhaul. Just new methods of textile creation, figured you'd be the first I call to try it out."
Nolan cocked a brow, picking up on Art's odd behavior. But he let it slide. For now. Following Art's gesture, his view settled on a box on one of the tables. His fingers lifted the lid, revealing a copy of his signature cape. A frown formed on his face.
"It looks the same," he bluntly stated. He picked up the cape from out of the box. The moment he did, he felt a surge rush through his body. Nolan gasped, his grip tightening onto the red fabric even harder as he lost control of his body. His mind clouded over. With the last bits of lucid consciousness he had, he could only stare at his 'friend'; his mouth hanging open in shock.
Art smirked as he saw the last vestiges of thought slip out of Nolan's eyes. He blinked. When his eyes opened, his entire demeanor changed. Those piercing blue pupils clouded over with a pink haze. The usual stern expression of the hero relaxed into a carefree look of half-lidded pleasure as he drank in the sight of his friend, with a lascivious grin. He shifted his weight to one hip, pressing out his chest, and angling his body to show off all his curves and hard earned muscles.
"Go on and try out that costume now," Art said. "No need for you to use the changing room right?"
"And why would I rob you of the view?" Nolan winked. He peeled off his polo shirt, revealing his hairy torso. His massive pecs heaved, jiggling back into place as he carelessly tossed it to the floor. His pants were undone and sliding down his thick thighs. Art made a gesture for him to turn around, eliciting a uncharacteristic giggle from the masculine form in front of him.
Nolan turned around, and wiggled his hips as he pulled down his pants. His boxers stretched deftly around the two muscled masses that comprised of his buttcheeks. He kicked the pants away, and stood back up straight. He shook his ass once more before bending over slowly and taking his time to take off his boxers. Inch by inch the glorious swell of his butt was revealed to the tailor.
Now fully naked, Nolan turned around with a hop. His pecs, his ass, and the monstrous dick of his all bounced around with his exaggerated movements. He picked up the cape once more, letting out another gasp as that surge rushed through him once more. It was less strong this time around, having already done its work, but it still sent a jolt straight to his cock.
Omni-Man stood in his "new costume." Little more than a cape and a pouch that barely contained his manhood. A single band connected it to the collar, with his signature O logo perfectly framing his pecs. The capelet only came to half of his back, ensuring that his ample bubble butt was shown off in all its glory, with a tiny strip of red barely showing between the two massive cheeks. The finishing touches were his gloves and new thigh high boots.
"How do I look?" he asked Art with a deep husky rumble in his voice. Omni-Man closed the distance between them, dropping to his knees. "And how would you like me to thank you for it?"
***
Mark quietly tried to sneak into the house. His mom was slightly forgiving about the superhero stuff, but he didn't dare try to test her ire. All the lights were off, which meant his parents were expecting zero noise to disturb their slumber. He crossed over to the kitchen, preparing to get a snack before bed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something. Turning his head, his eyes bugged out of their sockets.
"Dad?!!??" he exclaimed. "What are you wearing ?!" He blushed profusely, quickly turning away his view. Sure, he had accidentally caught his dad coming out of the shower once or twice when he was growing up. It happens. But he was certainly not prepared for his father to be wearing what could only be constituted as Omni-Man slutcore. It was distracting to say the least.
"Calm down, Mark," Omni-Man said bluntly. "Art wanted to try something new. Now are you going to fuck me or what?"
If Mark was drinking something, it surely would have come out of his nose. His head whipped back around, staring at his father aghast. Omni-Man just stood there, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. Trying to ignore the excess of amount of flesh, and the way that prominent bulge wobbled just so, Mark noticed that his father's eyes were glowing pink. Just as he was about to ask a follow up question, Omni-Man spoke again.
"You're taking too long." He zoomed over to Mark. In a flash the half-Viltrumite was completely naked, with Omni-Man's gloved hand wrapped around his manhood. He looked down at his son with an evil smirk. Then he got to work.