A Superhero's Origins

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Jake Eisen: Not your ordinary college student. A 20-year old, and MVP Quarterback of his college football team, Jake took pride in his status on campus. Jake, known for being a ladies man, kept his body in perfect shape. If he wasn't at practice, a game, or his dorm, he spent most of his time at the campus gym. Despite his regular flirting, he didn't usually get laid very often, due to his busy schedule and the fact that women still liked it when you worked for it. He just didn't have the time to put into relationships or hookups.

He didn't have a whole lot of hobbies besides working out, but one thing he enjoyed was comic books. Growing up reading about all these different superheroes had inspired a scrawny, nerdy Jake to start working out in high school. Before long, his body had outpaced even that of the fittest jocks at his school. Learning to play football, he tried out for his college team and made the cut. He'd repeatedly shown his incredible skill at the sport, and quickly rose through the ranks with the support of the university behind him.

However, there still felt like something... missing from Jake's life. He couldn't explain it, really; just an overwhelming sense as if there were so much more going on than anyone else could see, that he was meant to be a part of something more. Something within himself told him this feeling would only grow stronger. But what did? Why?! It drove him crazy! Or perhaps "crazy" is not quite right – it was a longing inside of him...? Whenever he got the feeling, he just went to the gym to work it off, or read comic books. Either one relaxed him.

Walking back to his dorm from the gym near the end of the semester, Jake discovered something. It was shiny, almost glowing.

He walked toward it, seeing it had the appearance of a thermos, but it was gold with a strange cap. "What is that?" He muttered to himself. He picked it up, examining the sleek container. It had some interesting designs engraved into the side. Figuring he'd find it's owner later or drop it off at the lost-and-found, he picked up the bottle and walked back to his dorm with it.

Back at his dorm, with his roommate and best friend Julian gone for the weekend, Jake had the room all to himself. He placed the container on his desk, and picked up a comic book. Trying to read the comic book, he couldn't quite focus on the reading. He just kept staring at the golden thermos on his desk beside him, as if it were calling to him, telling him to pick it up. Jake frowned slightly as he thought about how silly this must look, picking up random objects people left around campus when they forgot them here. Maybe someone will claim it soon enough anyway. Trying again to concentrate on his book, Jake sat down crosslegged on his bed, slowly rereading pages over and over until finally giving up. He stood up and took the bottle in his hand. Examining it, Jake noticed an engraving on its base.

It said 'For The Man Who Has Everything And Nothing'. Puzzled by this, Jake uncapped the thermos. Appearing empty, he shook it upside down and nothing happened. As he was about to close it back up and ignore it again, he took one last look at the bottle. Rubbing his hand along the designs, it started shaking. He dropped it in surprise, expecting it to shatter. Instead, it clanked to the ground and out of the top, started releasing a plume of red smoke. He waved the smoke away, coughing as it moved around him. Finally, within the smoke, a form began to take shape. As the smoke cleared, a man stood in front of him.

"My name is Hadi, genie of this bottle," he spoke upon emerging fully from the bottle. His voice sounded familiar, yet distant somehow, like hearing words spoken across miles rather than inches. At first glance, Jake saw that the figure before him looked remarkably similar to himself in body type, very muscular and built. With dark, tan, Mediterranean skin, Hadi's pecs and abs popped out in detail. He had short, dark black hair, sticking up from his head. He was shirtless and wearing plain pants not out of place in something like Aladdin. However, unlike any human Jake knew, Hadi appeared to be wearing glowing gold bands around his muscular biceps and wrists. Light radiated from the shining metal, making it appear translucent. Even though Jake could tell exactly what he was looking at, it seemed surreal that such a being should exist.

"You have rubbed the bottle, and may now make three wishes. You may also ask any questions you'd like, so long as you do not explicitly wish for it."

Jake stood there in disbelief, trying to process everything he had just seen. Finally, he snapped out of it and asked simply, "...Okay...", he stammered. "So you're really a genie?"

Hadi smiled widely, revealing straight white teeth. "Of course!" He gestured to the other side of the room where Jake sat down. "I understand this can be a lot. Not a lot of people find my lamp in modern times, and magic usually isn't believed to exist."

"Well yeah," Jake shot at him. "How do I know you're real and this isn't just a prank?"

Hadi smiled, and held out his hand. A puff of smoke appeared from it, and when the smoke cleared, Jake saw in his hand a small ring. His championship ring from freshman year, Jake was sure that was at his house. Hadi tossed it to him. "H-how?" Jake stuttered.

"There, you've seen me appear from the bottle and now you've seen me do magic."

"Does that count against my 'wishes'?" Jake asked.

"No, I can do small feats of magic without using a wish. Just nothing big."

"So I assume there's rules?" Jake asked.

"Yes, of course," Hadi answered. "They're pretty simple, the general kinds of things you'd expect from all your genie movies. Number 1, you obviously can't wish for more wishes."

"Obviously," Jake said, amazed he was really having this conversation."

"Number 2," Hadi continued. "You can use a wish to undo a previous one, but not alter it."

"That sounds fair," Jake noted.

"And Number 3," Hadi said, his voice getting very serious. "Be absolutely certain and specific of what you want, because all magic comes with a price."

Jake sat there silently for a moment. "So what should I wish for, man?"

"Well, a lot of people wish for wealth and power, which is fine. Some people wish for love, and others for fame. Those are common ones, of course. Although, those aren't always well received, especially with the cost. So maybe you might consider being more creative."

"Yeah, okay..." Jake trailed off.

"You could wish for better grades, or maybe a new car to replace your junker," Hadi suggested. Jake was surprised Hadi knew so much about him.

As Hadi waited patiently for him to speak, Jake considered. There weren't many things he desired. Except to make that longing feeling go away, but he knew that wouldn't be specific enough. He looked around the room. That's when he noticed it: the comic book sitting on his bed, having been unable to finish it. Then it hit him; that's what was missing. A purpose. For years he'd played football, but he knew it wasn't what he wanted to do forever."

"I want to be a superhero," Jake said.

"Are you sure?" Hadi asked him.

"Yeah. I know that's what I've been missing in my life. I want to fight crime and do it with superpowers, so I can protect people."

"Ok then. Are there any specific powers you'd like?" Hadi responded. "Be very careful and specific, I can't tell you how it will turn out otherwise."

"I want super-strength, flight, and invulnerability." Jake replied confidently. He thought for another moment. "Oh, and one more. I'd like the power of seduction. That way I don't have to try so hard to get laid with my busy schedule."

"Is that what you wish?" Hadi asked him carefully.

"Yes," Jake replied, satisfied with his choice.

"So it shall be." Just as Hadi finished speaking, a gust of wind blew past him, blowing around the room. When it died down, Jake didn't feel any different.

"What's wrong?" Jake asked.

"Give it a night, sometimes these things take a bit of time to kick in. Whenever you'd like to use your next two wishes, just rub the bottle. And don't shake it, I almost threw up earlier." With that, Hadi disappeared in a puff of smoke, which trailed into the cylindrical container. The cap magically reappeared, and Jake picked it up, storing it safely in a locked drawer.

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The next morning, Jake woke up. He felt a chill on his skin, and his muscles felt heavy. "Great," he said. "Now I've got a cold." Yesterday, with the genie; was it all just a fever dream? Sure seemed that way. He walked into the bathroom to take a shower, hoping the steam would help. He walked in and turned the knob, which felt easier than he remembered. He walked over to the mirror above the sink. That's when he saw: His shirt was torn, as if his muscles had grown overnight. He stripped the shirt off and studied his body. Sure enough, his muscles were even bigger than yesterday, and he looked incredible. Any skin blemishes were cleared up as if they'd never existed, and he bounced his pecs to watch the way they flexed, his big nipples moving up and down.

Jake stripped down and hopped in the shower, letting the hot water wash over his body. As it reached his dick, he grabbed some soap and began jerking it off. Grabbing it, he noticed it seemed bigger soft than usual, but kept going. When he got it hard, he saw how much it had grown by.

"Goddamn," he muttered to himself, as he stared at his massive 12-inch boner (previously 9 inches), which was throbbing already as he worked it out.

"Fuuuuuuck," he moaned, and several thick, long ropes of jizz sprayed out, splattering onto the tile wall in front of him. That had been one of the biggest loads of his life. Afterward, still naked, Jake glanced at himself in the mirror once more. He admired his massive body. Then he realized... He should have powers! This couldn't possibly be happening. He fumbled through the drawers for clean clothes while thinking about that. None of this made sense to him. Did he actually become a superhero or did he just hallucinate? Had he really rubbed that damn bottle?!