The Impossibles
Copyright© 2025 by Dragon Cobolt
Chapter 15
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Bryant DeWitt is a normal kid in an abnormal world - a world of superheroes and villains, where magic and technology rub shoulders. He never *expected* to get superpowers - but when he does get cosmic powers, what he super double never expected was to learn that his boring family is actually The Impossibles - each one with unique powers and abilities, each famous in their own right! Now, Bryant has to learn on the go as he's tossed into the (surprisingly erotic) world of superheroics!
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Ma/Ma Ma Fa mt ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Romantic Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual TransGender Fiction Superhero Aliens Extra Sensory Perception Robot Paranormal Furry Vampires Were animal Cheating Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter BDSM Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Nudism
Bry stood under the faucet of the shower and tried names.
“Brianna?”
The mental image that blasted into her head at that name was a blond girl who said ‘like, actually’ and ‘exaaaaaaaactly’ a lot. She shook her head, her fingers rubbing shampoo into her long, pale white hair. The feeling of warm water sluicing along her sky blue skin felt purely divine. Did it feel better than being in a warm shower as a boy, or was it just new and thus, more exciting. She couldn’t say.
She pursed her lips.
“Brittany?”
Now the girl who was saying exaaaaaaaactly was also rocking the world’s biggest, fakest tits.
“Okay, maybe move away from the Bs,” she muttered, her ears twitching up and wiggling. If she was going to be swapping between genders now, which ... holy shit, how could she ever go back to just being a boy? No way. No way, no how. Now that she was genderfluid, she needed two names, one for one gender, one for the other. Then she’d add more names if she decided to have any additional genders at a future date.
All pretty sensible, but ... every single one of the B names felt wrong.
She frowned, hard. “I can’t use any Rs. I could use Bs, since I already was Bryant with Barbs. But I should avoid a B-a- name, so, like ... Brandi? Belle?” She frowned. “Okay, why is it the only one that doesn’t sound like a stripper to me is the Disney character?” She considered, then imagined Bella doing pole dancing. Impossible, couldn’t happen. Then she frowned.
What if she was doing pole dancing for the Beast?
... oh no. Her cheeks burned. “He’s hot!?” She whined. “He’s hot?” She thumped into the glass door of the shower, loud enough to make it rattle in its seating.
“Are you okay in there, honey?” Mom called through the door, sounding concerned.
“The Beast is hot?” Bry said, louder.
“Well, yes, honey, everyone knew that.” Mom’s voice sounded like it was receding away from the bedroom. A second later, another voice called through the door.
“Also, you need to reexamine your assumptions about girls and their names!” Barbs’ voice came through the doorway.
“I know they’re unfair assumptions!” Bry shot back, her ears pinning back against her head as she stood up with great dignity under the shower. She raised her voice over the pattering of the water. “That’s because this isn’t me trying to hire someone based on competence, or giving a speech to the General Assembly! I’m picking a name based on how they feel to me, emotionally, and in that level, I can’t do much to really determine how I feel about them beyond recognizing they’re unfair intellectually, but doing that won’t actually make me like them more.”
There was a short pause, then Barbs opened the door, actually peeking into the shower – making Bry squeak and cover her chest with one arm.
“ ... did you use your superpowers to make yourself smarter?” she asked, her eyes narrowing. “Did you make a cognitive exocortex?”
“No!” Bry squeaked. “Shut the frigging door or I’ll teleport you into to North Dakota!”
Barbs grumbled and Nova’s sharpened hearing definitely picked up ‘get my dark energy scanner’ grumble grumble ‘check if there’s a exocortex’ grumble grumble from her.
Bry shook her head. “Dakota.” She paused. “Dakota ... Daisy ... Daphne?”
She felt like she was buzzing around and around and around an idea. She tried some other D names. “Dana...” The water was getting slightly cooler – not due to the boiler running low, but because someone had designed it to cool off after a set amount of time to prevent indolence. Bry slapped the button that indicated she was still doing her hair and continued to rub soap into it. It really did take wildly long to soap and clean all this long hair. She cocked her head the other way, eyes narrowing. “Delilah.”
She turned off the water. “Dakota.” Her ears twitched. “Kody. Codi? Cori!” She blinked, then started to bounce on her feet, her wet hair slapping gently against the nape of her neck. “Cori! Cori Cori Cori! That’s a great name!” It just sounded good to her, ringing inside of her belly. She couldn’t explain it, she just felt it – which meant it was perfect.
“It’s basically the same as my superhero name,” Rachel called through the door.
“Is everyone spying on me!?” Kori snapped, flushing.
“Yes,” Rachel called through the door. Then her voice shifted, clearly calling down the hallway to their parents. “Kori’s still hogging all the hot water!”
“There’s no limit to the hot water, we have a microfusion power plant!” Kori shouted as she opened the shower door and started to towel herself. She rubbed her hair down with her towel, nodded, then noticed something: Her hair was still wet. She frowned, then started to rub her hair again. It was still wet. Just. The wetness had gotten so wet and so thick that it felt like she’d need to ... her eyes widened. “Ohhhhhh that’s why!” she whispered, picking up the hairdryer that had been left on the counter by some foresighted sibling.
... by Barbs, it was by Barbs.
Kori felt rather stupid all of a sudden, that it took her this long to realize that was why girls spent forever in showers. She looked at her feminine features in the mirror, then grinned, focusing. Blue flashed over her body and when it vanished, Nova Nine was a boy again. His ears twitched up and down and he nodded at his short hair, which was also nice and dry. “See, there are advantages to being a boy...” He paused, then thought of the Beast from Disney’s Beauty and the Beast.
Not hot anymore. Clever, well made design, cool looking, great voice. He didn’t want to get knotted. He grinned. “My brain is weird,” he said, then shifted back to Kori, admiring the different way her chest looked. She bounced, giggling. “Tiny titties triumphant!” She bounced on her toes, then focused, twirling away from the mirror. When the twirl was done, she was a he again, and his massive cock was swaying between his sleek thighs. “Masculinity on!”
He made fingerguns at the mirror.
Flash.
She grinned and cupped her breasts. “Masculinity off!”
Flash.
He stretched his arms behind his head. “Masculinity on!”
Flash.
“Masculinity off!”
Flash.
“Masculinity on!”
She giggled with delight. Then she gasped. “Oh my god!”
“What is it?” Rachel called through the door, not even sounding ashamed.
Kori grinned, then focused...
And when the door opened, Rachel found herself looking at nothingness. She snorted. “C’mon, Kori and or Bryant, I know that you can become invisible, it’s an easy, obvious powers to-” She blinked and looked down at the feeling against her ankles. She looked down and saw a bright blue kitten on the ground, pawing at her ankle and letting out excited mewing noises. Rachel’s eyes widened, then widened even more.
“Mooooooooooooom!” she squealed, grabbing onto the kitten, lifting it up and holding it above her head, as if she had just found a new prince of the wilds. “Dad! Dad! Dad!”
Mr. and Mrs. Impossible arrived within seconds, both sprinting up the stairs and hastily dressing in their superhero outfits. Well. Dad was in his customary outfit of absolutely nothing, showing off his muscular, anthro-elk body. But Mom was in her Lady Luck form. Their eyes widened, seeing Rachel holding the blue kitten out. She waggled it from side to side.
“Bry! Or Kori! I can’t tell! Since cat! Britty! Katti! Ahhh!” she screamed.
“Who did it?” Dad asked, intensely. “Was it Baron Beast?”
“The Cluemaster?” Lady Luck suggested.
“Sarat?” Dad asked.
“Mixmaster?” Lady Luck gasped. “It has to be.”
“No, Bry did it, he turned himself into a kitten,” Rachel said, setting said kitten onto the floor – and with a flash, Nova appeared on the floor, naked and blue and with a huge, beaming smile.
“I can shapeshift!” he said, giggling. “I can turn into a kitten!”
Dad shook his head, slowly. “It’s one of those situations that is both extremely obvious and, yet, completely shocking.” He chuckled, softly. Then, curiously. “Can you, uh, look like a catgirl?”
“Sure?” Nova asked, then focused. Turning into a girl was easy. Shifting her long, elfin ears to rounded cat ears, growing a tail above her rump? Easy, easy, easy. She grinned.
“Okay, now, uh, can you make your skin more brown than blue? Striped along the thighs, uh, heterochromia?” Dad asked, rubbing his muzzle. Mom slapped his shoulder, giggling and shaking her head.
“Honey, you can’t use your daughter’s shapeshifting powers to fuck the one girl who won’t put out for you!” she giggled, and shook her head. “At least make her look like a different catgirl.”
“A girl who won’t fuck Dad?” Rachel snickered. “Her loss.” She reached around and playfully grabbed Dad’s furred balls, then scampered off before he could grope her back – heading out of the room and down towards the stairs. Nova, meanwhile, turned into a girl, then experimented with shutting her powers off. This normally shifted her into her Bryant form – but when she shifted from Nova (girl) she became Kori (normal human) rather than Bryant (normal human) and realized that ... well, as a girl, she was really cute, blue or not. She looked down at herself, whistling softly.
Mom smiled. “Do you want to come out in your civilian ID too?” she asked.
“Yes!” Kori said, standing up. Then she focused, turning her powers back on – turning herself blue – and then shifted from powered to unpower, becoming Bryant, normal style. He smiled, a bit dizzily. “This is gonna get confusing?”
“ ... not really,” Mom said, giggling. “I can tell when you’re a girl or not, and you have three pretty distinct names. Nova Nine if you’re blue, girl or not, then Kori if you’re a girl and pink, Bryant if you’re a boy and pink.” She smiled. “And, whenever I’m confused, I’ll just call you ‘honey’ and pet your head.” She petted his head. “Come on, honey. Big breakfast time, we have a big day ahead of us.”
“What do we got ahead of us?” Bryant asked, shifting his symsuit to jeans and a white T-shirt.
“Oh, we’re stocking bomb shelters,” Mom said, cheerfully. “Millions and millions of bomb shelters!”
Bryant blinked at her.
Like any high school student who had not slept through the earth science and history classes, Nova Nine knew that the Earth was a complicated place. You had your crust, your soft mantle, your rigid mantle, your hollows, your underdark, your temporal pockets, your faewild deepnesses, your dimensional interplexing created by the subduction zones with magic rich crystals, and of course, all the weird tunnels that the Nazis, Stalinists, Yuranics and Nazis again blew into it during World War 2, World War 2a, World War 3, World War Y and World War 2b.
But Nova had had no idea just how many bunkers that the United Nations had managed to get constructed since the 1990s down there. He stood at the middle of one of the intersection points, the light he was holding shining out across dozens of steel doorways, riveted and stamped and looking easily mass produced. They were labeled and numbered and seemed to go off forever. Starfleet hovered next to him, whistling quietly.
“So, this is our section we’re supposed to make person ready,” she said.
“Are they ... really going to evacuate the entire Earth into these bunkers?” Nova asked.
“Oh don’t be silly,” Starfleet said, giggling as she swung around, grinning at her brother. “We’re only evacuating the cities that are on the first hit list of Darkthornn’s invasion. Not sure how they got the data – predictive modeling, scrying the future, someone traveling back in time from a version of the world where things went wrong ... maybe we have a spy in his ranks.” She shrugged. “Either way, that’s still approximately one hundred million people who are in the immediate line of fire after the invasion hits.”
Nova gulped. “Did ... did it hit you just now how, uh, serious this is?”
The two remained silent – and noticed how Nova’s voice and Starfleet’s voice both echoed off the endless corridors of metal and concrete.
“ ... yeah,” Starfleet said. Then she shook her head and squared her shoulders. “Last time Darkthornn attacked, the Earth was still recovering from the 1990s and we still kicked his stupid purple ass.” She grinned at him. “The UN, the United States, China, Russia, the Brazilians, every space fleet we have is working together, every superhero is pitching in. Plus, like, he died last time. Dying really knocks people from a loop.”
“That’s just it, if he died last time, then it means he didn’t actually die die. And we hit him with enough antimatter to blow a chunk of the moon into a ring system!” Nova paused. “What if he’s just as much readier as we are?”
“Well, then...” Starfleet gulped. “Uh, at least then, um, no one will care you fuck your Mom?” She blushed. “C’mon. Lets get these bunkers ready.”
The first bunker that Nova opened up was fully stocked: Cans of food, healing potions in the closet, blankets and even a few entertainment systems built inside. There was a small laser rifle for self defense, too. It was kind of like a small apartment, and it was really well made! Comfortable, even. If you just ignored the fact it was meters underground and built in a series of interlocking, hardened defenses that are all built to survive orbital bombardment, it was downright cozy. Nova shook his head, then focused and made sure that he had the molecular structure of the place in his mental map. He formatted his powers, his body glowing momentarily as he created a careful latticework of energies around his body that would allow him to basically copy and print this bunker into the other bunkers just by looking at them.
“Okay, I’ve done a complete scan of the superstructure – there are some flaws worked in here, and a few goblins,” Starfleet said as Nova walked to the next bunker and pointed his finger at it. It flashed brightly and suddenly was fully stocked.
“Goblins?” Nova asked.
“Yeah, tiny green guys. Goblins,” Starfleet said.
“ ... nice ... goblins?” Nova asked.
“I dunno, I didn’t ask, I just picked them up on my sensors,” Starfleet said, giggling. “I can’t pick up if someone’s nice on long ranged sensors. You need to study microexpressions for that. And even that only works, like, twenty percent of the time.”
Nova pointed at the second of the bunkers, stocking it. “How long will this take if it takes six seconds per bunker and there’s a hundred million bunkers?”
“Six hundred million seconds, which is about one thousand, one hundred and forty one years!” Starfleet said.
Nova glowered at her, ears drooping.
“ ... we’re only doing, like, thirty thousand, stop whining,” Starfleet said, smacking his butt. “Come on, bunkerslave, get to bunking!”
Nova scowled and then reached up and brushed his hands along his cape. “Bunking ... bunkerslave...” He shook his head, then considered trying to speed up his local temporal field. It wasn’t too hard to do so, by simply adjusting gravitational lensing around his body and supercharging his muscles and nerves. But doing so and then doing several bunkers in an objective second, he realized the issue with that was simple.
It was an objective second.
To him, it was subjective time.
And he had already stressed his ability to load power-increasing flaws onto his abilities to the upper limit, adding in a radius effect was damn expensive. He cracked his knuckles, then frowned and focused. He juggled his powers around – so that his ‘main’ power was the one powering the bunkering. He had just barely enough energy left to add a tiny ‘rapid fire’ function to his powers. He grinned, then tried flickering off bolts of energy at the bunker doors as he walked past – making a finger gun each time he slapped down a copy of the pattern he had scanned up before. HE found this way, he could do two every second, rather than one every six seconds.
Nova paused to put an airpod into one ear, and put on a podcast of his choice – where an increasingly deranged man read every single page of an obscure comic book and made fun of the dumbest thing on each page, often in exhaustive and complete detail. Even when Nova didn’t agree with the assessment, he always found it funny as hell to listen too.
Two bunkers per second, thirty thousand bunkers, that was fifteen thousand seconds, or four hours of work.
And he had approximately two hours of podcast stocked up.
Ah, well, they don’t call it superheroing because it’s easy, Nova thought, his voice wry as he started to use his other hand to ‘finger gun’ blast more bunker templates down.
“You ever see the Engineer do stuff like this?” Starfleet called out from where she was laser welding some struts into place to reinforce the ceiling.
“That’s the guy who discovered Nauvis, right?”
“Yup!” Starfleet flew down, grinning. “Okay, you know, the finger guns aren’t required?”
“Yes they are, they’re how I’m conceptualizing it,” Nova said, blasting more bunkers into proper shape. “Any sign of the goblins?”
“No, but I did see a sign saying Nilbog back there,” she said. “That means this is their kingdom.”
“Really?” Nova lowered his arms. “A Troll 2 joke? They’re not even Trolls! They’re goblins.”
“And you’re gonna eat me later, right?” Starfleet purred into his ear.
“ ... okay, that’s a stretch,” Nova whispered back, his cheeks burning.
They worked their way through the first nexus of bunkers and, then, came upon the goblins.
They turned out to be college students doing an art project, who also didn’t watch the news. Nova was able to get them to vacate the premises by signing their copy of Nova Nine #2 – the issue where he fought Jinxwitch for the first time.
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