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A Super Human Among Us


James Monroe lay in bed, thinking. He was thinking about how crazy his life had gotten. He was in a townhouse in 63rd and Madison. A place of wealth. It was actually a top secret base of operations. The Project, they called it. The men and women the government employed in its top secret work.

James Monroe lay there. Once, he had a normal life. He was sixty five years old. A 5'11, 270-pound Caucasian male. He was a lawyer at Russell & Madison. He had a wife, Lauren and a son, Justin. He made a pretty decent living. He was funny and well-liked at his job. His best friend was the ever-eccentric Rick Dalton. A pretty normal life. Then in one night it changed.

He was in the subway with Dalton. They were going to work. There was an accident and James fell in front of a subway car. He died. It was tragic. Unknown to the world at large is the fact that his brain was removed from his body by a brilliant scientific mind named Anthony Harrison. They placed his still-active brain in another body. The artificially produced body of a super soldier.

A 6'3, 200-pound Caucasian male with dark hair and blue eyes. A very handsome and strong being. He was the first ever artificially produced superhuman. He had a new life. A new existence. He could do so much. Doctor Anthony Harrison worked for the US government. He had received two billion dollars and used it to create a super being. He could not create a brain so he had to harvest one.

James was the just the unlucky loser who happened to have one up for grabs. At first James Monroe liked his new body. He could run close to 50 miles per hour. He could lift up to 3000 pounds using raw strength alone. He loved his new existence. He was once an ugly, fat, middle-aged man. Now he was young and healthy. Young and healthy with super strength, speed and the ability to regenerate. His new body was designed with a lifespan of 120 years at the very least. Who wouldn't love that?

But he was dead to the world. He could never see his daughter again. Or his wife and old friends. His life was over.

Now he was the slave of the US government. Oh, he did some good. He fought criminals and terrorists. Once, he even went up against a super being. Kyle T. Chambers. A black boxer who used to be a US Marine. He'd been genetically altered by early scientists and turned into a super strong fighter with amazing stamina and healing factor. Kyle ran from the US government ten years ago. He resurfaced as a boxer. Doctor Anthony Harrison wanted him caught so he sent James after him. James befriended the guy and they were sort of friends. When James found out what the government had in mind for Kyle (brainwashing, possible death), he let him go.

Anthony was not happy. He was a domineering black man used to getting what he wanted. He swore he would catch Kyle.

As if that wasn't bad enough, he blamed James. James was his to blame. James was still desperately in love with his wife and child. And his former life. And the superhuman just kept on taking it. He was something of a family man and a man of honor. Still, he wanted his freedom.

He waited for his chance. And it came. It came in the form of the doors suddenly being open. The people who came in were not associated with the government. They were foreign thieves who wanted to steal James Monroe and sell him to the highest bidder on the black market. He was, after all, the first artificially produced superhuman being.

A man with amazing strength and speed. His body was next to indestructible due to its ability to regenerate. He was not about to let himself be taken like a beast of burden and sold. He waded into the men. There were twenty of them. He fought, tossing them around like beach balls. Then, he ran, but not before they sprayed him with a foreign toxin. The Infinity Formula, designed to unleash all inhibitions in the victim for a period of 24 hours.

James Monroe found himself loose in New York city. He hadn't been out and about in over a year. He loved it. He told himself this was a sign from God and that he was supposed to be free. His first thought was to go to his wife and child, but what would he tell them? No. Going there would only place them in unnecessary danger. He needed a place to stay for the time being. And some money. He went to the park and told people he'd perform great deeds if they were willing to pay. He lifted a park bench where two men, each weighing 200 pounds, sat. The crowd was amazed. They dropped money on the basket. Two hours later, James Monroe was four hundred dollars richer. He had some money. Now, he needed a place to stay. He walked around.

He saw the inscription on a building. Club Nirvana. He saw a lot of men entering, and did the same. The inside of the club was like any other club he had seen. There were men and women there, drinking. Some were dancing. James grinned. He hadn't been to a club in a long time. He used to be into clubbing before he met his wife Lauren. He was approached by a woman. She was tall, black and kind of pretty.

"Hi, stud," she said. "I'm Tamika," he shook the hand she offered.

"I'm James."

They talked for awhile. An hour later, she asked him to dance.

He nodded and they hit the dance floor. James liked dancing with Tamika. She was quite the dancer. Then, she stopped. "I don't usually do this," she said. "But would you like to go somewhere with me?"

Usually, James the married man would have said no. But James the runaway government project high on the Toxin said yeah. He followed Tamika as she led him to a secluded room. He had just come in when she began kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt.

Soon, they were both naked and kissing each other. James loved the feel of her supple body. Once they were both in the buff, he lay on the bed, watching her as she sucked his cock. He fondled her tits and sucked the large dark areolas. Then, he tongued her pussy. She moaned in pleasure as he did this, munching on the burger.

"Ohh, James," she purred.

James continued his tonguing of her pussy until she came, then he held his cock in his hands, it was massive, ten-inches long and fairly thick. "Are you ready?" he asked.

Tamika nodded and readied herself. He entered her slowly, letting her get used to his massive cock. Then, he began fucking her. "Yes, fuck me!" she said.

He did, going in with hard thrusts. Her pussy was nice and warm. He fucked her, thrusting deeper and deeper. She moaned and grabbed his buttocks, pressing him deeper in her. He understood her desire and obliged, fucking her hard and fast until he came in her. Tamika shrieked as James's hot cum went in her. "Yeah, baby, cum in me," she said.

Later, Tamika got dressed up and left. James put his clothes back on. He found something green on the bed. $500, left with a note.

"You seem down on your luck, a stud like you shouldn't go without cash, Tamika." He smiled. Now, he had nine hundred dollars on him. Most guys came to clubs and paid their way around. He was richer than when he came in. Imagine that. He went back to the bar, and sat. He couldn't help but notice another hot woman at the bar. He came over and talked to her. Damn, she looked hot. A slender young woman, with very pale white skin and short brown hair.

She wore a black leather jacket over a red tank top, black jeans and boots. She sat there with her friend, a tall, chubby Latin woman with long black hair and brown eyes. He learned their names. The slender cutie was Ariana. She was a 19-year old student at NYU. Her big, latin friend was Nancy. "Call me big Nancy," said Nancy as she shook James Monroe's hand.

He talked to them. Ariana was out on the town, bringing her friend out for a change. When they asked about him, James told them he was just out on the town to have some fun.

"Are you married?" said Nancy. She had been staring at James all night long.

"I'm in a special bind," said James. "My wife thinks I'm dead and if I let her know I'm alive, the US government will kill her."

Both young women laughed. "He's funny," said Ariana, nudging her friend with her elbow.

Nancy looked at James. "Do you dance?" she asked.

James smiled. Big Nancy wasn't really his type but he liked her attitude. "Sure, wanna dance with me?" he asked. She nodded and they hit the dance floor.

James found out he loved dancing with Nancy. She was close to him in height, but also had a grace he liked. She was a big, strong woman with some meat on her bones. "You're good," he said honestly.

"You're not so bad yourself," she said, smiling.

They danced for a long time, listening to the music and something making up their own. James had first intended to get to know Ariana, but he was hitting it off with Nancy just fine. He went back to a table with her. "You are very interesting," he said.

She said. "Bet you say that to all the girls."

James smiled. "I mean it."

She looked at him and could tell that he did. They sat down and talked for a long time. Nancy was studying Bio-engineering at NYU. She was on scholarship. She came from Oregon. James told her some of the truth about himself. He was born and raised in NY. He worked for the government. He had been living with a woman he loved, and her child. But they no longer lived together.

"Divorce is such a nasty thing," she said sympathetically.

James nodded. At the end of the evening, he got her number and promised to call. They left each other with a firm handshake.

3 months later...

James went and got a job. He became the odd-jobs man at a business firm. He pretended to be an immigrant and the man in charge wanted to exploit him. He made $400 a week and worked with a fake ID. James threatened to expose the man so he gave him a $200 increase in his weekly check. He got a small apartment, and even acquired some stuff to put in it. Every now and then, he got the urge to call Lauren and Justine, his wife and child but could not.

He got another job at night, being bouncer for a club called Bad Boy House. It was a queer pub. James got paid handsomely, $700 a night, just to stand in the door. The men who came to the House were worried about security. New Yorkers were open-minded but a far cry from San Francisco.

James began to like his life again. He dated a few girls. Life was good. He got laid quite often. Heck, he was doing quite well. 30 hot girls in one month. He called Nancy often and they talked on the phone. He liked this girl. She was so different from the women he was used to. Tall, big and strong. Beautiful in her own way though nothing you'd see on a catwalk. She was smart, funny and confident without none of that femnazi man-hating bullshit. They went out on the town.

He took her to a Boxing match one of his club's patrons, prominent homosexual entrepreneur Charles "Lady-bug" Bugsy had given him tickets to. She loved sports. She was the kind of girl a fella could really like. The more time he spent around her, the more he liked her. She was honest and very cool. He wished he could tell her the truth about himself but didn't want to place her in unnecessary danger.

They became best buddies. He let her in on his life. She'd hang out with his work friend, flamboyant designer Thomas Menard. Thomas was a nice guy, albeit an annoying flame job but James came to like him. Thomas and Nancy really liked each other. James would take Nancy on a lunch date, and Thomas would tag along. He did the "Queer Eye" thing for both of them.

Fashion was't Nancy's strong suit, nor James's. Thomas was the annoying but likable gay man who made sure their clothes matched. Sometimes, Nancy's friend Ariana would join them. Ariana, as it turned out was a lesbian. She showed up with her girlfriend Jennifer. James was surprised and at once glad he had been drawn to Nancy instead of her. Sometimes, James and Nancy found themselves alone. One time, they came to her place really tired after a long day of working out at the local gym.

They were in her place. James sat on the couch, watching Nancy as she busied herself preparing a drink. She looked amazing. That big, strong, sweaty body clad in black sweatshirt and gray sweatpants. They sat down on the couch, watching a television show on TNT. Angel the series. A series about a vampire with a soul on a mission of redemption. James found it....odd.

"I just love Angel," said Nancy. "A guy fighting for human beings who don't even know he exists."

James nodded. "Interesting topic." He could tell she really liked it. They watched as Angel the vampire fought. It was an old episode. Angel got to become human, for a day and was reunited with a blonde girl called Buffy. Nancy loved the scene where they kissed. James loved the show, period. They sat in silence as Angel ended. Next came Charmed. Something about witch sisters.

James and Nancy sat on the couch, his head resting on her lap and show after show came.

"Are we comfortable?" Nancy asked, smiling.

"Yeah, totally," James said smugly.

"You make the best cushion." Nancy grinned broadly.

"Is that so?" she tapped his head.

He didn't budge. She did it again, and he suddenly moved. She found herself on the floor. "Oh, you wanna fight?" she said.

James grinned. "Not sure you can handle me," he teased.

"Oh, I'll handle you," she said. She jumped on him.

He caught her and they wrestled around. Nancy was strong, James noticed. Stronger than most men he knew. Heck, in his originally body, he would have been no match for her. He tried to avoid her, using his superior reflexes and stamina. What she lacked in those areas she made up for with raw combattiveness.

An hour later, James was ready to call a truce. "Peace," he said.

He and Nancy had been chasing each other all over the house. Wrestling, fighting. He stood with his back to a wall, all but exhausted. Nancy stood there, sweating profusely. "You give up, pretty boy, " she said.

James grinned. "Not on your life." he looked at her with hooded eyes. "Just calling a truce," he said.

She approached him carefully, knowing how strong he was. She extended her hand. James extended his, clasped hers and... he found himself lying on his ass. Down on the floor. Nancy had moved too quickly and caught him by surprise. Then, she was on him. He was ready to admit she had won, but there was a look on her eyes he hadn't noticed before.

"Guess you won, huh?" he said.

Nancy looked at him, with a kind of tenderness. "You just never give up, uh?" she said.

James smiled. "Nope."

She lowered her face towards his, leaning in for a kiss. She kissed him. He kissed her back, a bit surprised but pleasantly so. He kissed her with a feverish passion and soon they were rolling on the floor, rashly undressing themselves like young lovers, which they were. James Monroe lay nude against a panting Nancy. He kissed her, and explored her body. He licked her breasts and suckled on them, then he ate her pussy. He parted her delicate folds. He probed her innermost sanctum with his fingers and his tongue. Then, she reciprocated, taking his manhood in her hands and sucking his cock, caressing his cock head with the tip of her tongue, which made him gasp in pleasure and moan as well.

Then, she was on him. She looked larger than life, like a goddess or an Amazon warrior. He slowly entered her pussy, and she gasped at the intrusion. He went in slowly, gently. She gripped his shoulders and he went in faster and harder. He guided himself in her, reaching as deep as he could, then pulling back all the way out. He fucked her like this, and her screams of pleasure filled the house. He fucked his lover lovingly, until he came in her. When he was done, he resumed sucking her tits then eating her pussy, until his constant licking and probing and tonguing brought her to an orgasm that rocked her body so hard that she screamed. James and Nancy lay cradled in each other's arms.

"Was it good for you too?" he asked. Nancy smiled. "What?" he said.

Nancy stroked his cheek with her big hand. She kissed him. "Perfect," she said. She went to sleep in his arms.

James Monroe lay in bed, with Nancy's body in his arms, listening to the big, beautiful woman's heartbeat. He couldn't help but wonder where his wife and child were or if he'd ever see them again. The government was looking for him, and so was whatever group had accidentally sprung him from government custody. His life was a complicated one. Still, he had his health, a good job and a strong, beautiful woman by his side. He couldn't complain.

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