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The Man of Steal

For Superman, it seemed like his desire to enjoy his normal civilian life as Clark Kent was an impossibility. Any time he planned to have any sort of family event with his wife Lois and two sons (be it dinner or a simple trip to the movies), there always seemed to be some sort of interruption from the news that begged for the assistance of the crime-fighting vigilante.

This was proven to be true once again as the Kent family began to assemble for their family dinner. Just as Clark started to help himself to Lois’ home-cooked meal, the television in the living room suddenly went off as a breaking news bulletin appeared. With his innate desire to protect others and save them from danger, the superhero couldn’t stop himself from leaning past the dining room table and taking a closer look at the screen. For several minutes, the man intently listened to what the news reporter had to say. According to that anchor, it appeared as though a museum a few towns over from Smallville had been broken into by a criminal.

When the reporter first brought up the fact that it was one individual stuck in a stand-off with nearby police surrounding the museum, Clark had originally decided to just allow the cops to do their job so he can spend time with his family. But as the news anchor began to include more details about the museum, Clark’s attention was immediately piqued when she stated that the museum had just recently opened an exhibit devoted towards educating everyday individuals about Superman and his home planet Krypton.

As soon as the reporter began to discuss the fact that the museum had a priceless amount of Kryptonian relics on display, Clark gave an apologetic look towards his wife and kids before quietly sitting up and rushing into his bedroom to pull his suit on. The threat of having some criminal get their hands on some Kryptonian equipment rightfully caused Clark to be alarmed. While he dedicated his life towards using these powers for good, Clark was fully aware of how detrimental Kryptonian items could be with others. In fact, it was for these exact reasons that he recalled how he didn’t even offer his blessing towards the museum’s exhibit when they first proposed it to him. Of course, his prediction came true and now he was going to have to fix it before countless people could get hurt! So as he pulled on his suit and took one good look at himself in the mirror, the man wasted no time rushing out of his house before pushing off of the ground and rapidly flying off into the night.

Within a minute, the hero was able to rapidly traverse across several miles of farmland and make his way to the museum. As he quickly made a hero landing onto the concrete road outside of the museum, Superman made his way up to a group of officers to get an up-to-date report about what had occurred so far. According to the head officer in charge, the unknown criminal had accidentally tripped a security laser upon breaking into the museum. With the assistance of drones that could look through the glass atrium in the middle of the museum, the police were able to determine that the man was working alone yet heavily armed with an armored suit and a high-grade weapon. As such, a stand-off was afoot with the police attempting to convince the man to surrender and prevent anyone from getting hurt. Unfortunately though, these talks had quickly stalled and the criminal refused to surrender, instead deciding to further barricade himself deeper into the museum.

Given the tough situation that the police were in, Superman was quick to offer his services due to his skill set and innate bulletproof skin. Although there were a few officers there who gave him sneers and angrily told him off for “invading their turf”, the Smallville resident tried his best to remain positive and cheerful in order to help bring another criminal to justice. Luckily, the chief in charge of the operation got his men in line and gave the superhero the go-ahead to help remedy the situation. After giving a slight nod in the chief’s direction, Superman levitated himself back into the air before flying up to the top of the several stories high museum.

Upon setting himself back onto stable ground, Superman quickly traversed across the museum’s metal roof until he approached the glass dome in the middle of the museum atrium. As he peered around, it didn’t take long before he saw the criminal walking around in the bulky armored suit. Not wanting to inform the man of his arrival though, Clark opted to quickly use his laser vision to cut out a portion of the window so he could slyly sneak through the hole to surprise the villain. Upon doing so and quietly setting the portion aside, the hero carefully squeezed his bulky and muscular physique through the cut-out section of the glass. Once he was through, the hero slowly levitated his way down to the ground floor and hid for a moment to conjure up a game plan.

As he quickly looked around, Clark decided to sneak attack the man with a high-speed collision to hopefully disarm him and destroy his suit so he could be easily apprehended and delivered to the police. Narrowing his eyes and taking a moment to prepare himself, the man then wasted no time as he flew at top speed and his body crashed through the long aisles of museum displays. Before the criminal could even turn to look at the source of the noise, the hero’s extended arms immediately collided with the metal suit and easily pushed him against the wall. But given Superman’s extreme strength, that wasn’t all as the force of his movement caused the duo to crash through the concrete wall before Clark gripped onto the collar of the suit and threw the man to the ground.

While the confused criminal grimaced and groaned from the impact, Clark wasted no time tugging off the suit piece by piece until the villain was left in nothing but his normal clothing. Upon peering down to examine the culprit behind the robbery though, Clark found himself shocked to see that the man’s appearance was quite unusual. Most of the villains he faced were these imposing figures who had bodies that were packed to the brim with a musculature that could rival Superman’s own physique. But looking down, Clark instead found a man who had no sort of muscle definition or impressive physical features.

Taking a look at the man’s overall physique, Clark was baffled to find that the criminal was stuck with fragile-looking arms and legs that seemed to indicate that he would be tired from even a simple jog down a street block. The man seemed young, yet with his high hairline and partial balding, Clark presumed that the man was in his mid to late 30s. To make matters worse for the man, the criminal’s pale white face and body was also ravaged with a vast array of scarring and tattoos that caused Clark to surmise that he was some sort of low-level gang member. Despite the gang affiliation though, it seemed like the poor man had been unable to pack on any muscle and was instead treated like a punching bag and guinea pig by the higher-level members based on the intense scarring that resembled knife cuts.

As the man began to stir back into consciousness, Clark opted to try and take a more gentle approach with the criminal. Clearly the man posed no physical threat to him, so he tried to be as delicate as possible upon extending a hand towards the man and quickly pulling him up to his feet. With the man looking around in pure horror as he saw his unsuited self and Superman’s imposing body, Clark tried his best to calm the man’s nerves and indicate that he had no desire to hurt him further.

“Hey, don’t worry, no more fighting needs to happen tonight. Given the threat level of that suit you were wearing, I just had to disarm you as fast as I could and figure out who was operating it,” he calmly said, looking down at the frail individual and trying his best to give a reassuring smile. “So, what’s your name?” Clark inquired, trying his best to form a connection to the criminal. In many ways, the frail and anxious man reminded Clark of his own son Jordan. Clark’s relationship with Jordan was currently strained at the moment, so the superhero father felt a strange desire to view the criminal as a stand-in for his son and thus try and be a positive influence to help the man change his life and be the best version of himself he could possibly be. If he was able to successfully do this for the criminal, Clark was hopeful that he could replicate the same thing with Jordan and fully reconnect so they could be as close as they once were.

Although the criminal remained tense and quite uncomfortable being in the hero’s presence, he eventually decided to answer Superman’s inquiry. “It’s Darren,” he said, a thick midwestern accent coming from his throat.

“Gotcha, well it’s nice to meet you then Darren. I wish it wasn’t under these circumstances, but alas here we are,” Clark said, finishing his sentence with a heavy sigh. “Your plan though, it’s over now Darren. I don’t know what you were trying to do here tonight, but let’s just end this now so no one has to get hurt in the process. Alright?”

After silently nodding his head in agreement, Darren shifted his head down in apparent shame as he slowly began to make his way back into the main atrium of the museum. As he passed through the large hole into the concrete wall though, the criminal opted to continue speaking once more. “I was just trying to get some quick cash to help pay for my mom’s hospital bills. She’s not doing good and I don’t have the money to keep paying for her tests,” he solemnly said, causing Clark behind him to frown in sadness.

Despite his innate desire to bring criminals to justice, Clark couldn’t help but feel severe empathy for the man. It seemed as though all avenues of Darren’s life led to disappointment and struggle, so it was no wonder why the man had no other option to resort to a life of crime! As such, Clark’s warm heart left him eager to try and help fix one aspect of Darren’s hard life.

“You know, I actually know some people who work at Metropolis General Hospital,” he began, tilting his head and looking down towards the captured criminal with a light smile. “If you wanted, I could definitely pull some strings and help get some of your mother’s tests covered for fr-” he continued, the words unexpectedly being interrupted as a sudden impact into Clark’s gut caused him to stop speaking. As he watched Darren pull his elbow back up away from his stomach, Clark’s eyes widened. The man had truly just said anything so he could get Clark’s defenses down and try to make an escape!

Watching as the man quickly fled on foot through the museum, Clark’s eyes began to rapidly redden due to the intense rage he felt about being tricked. Although he felt no pain from the impact due to his general invincibility, he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed about being so easily fooled. But rather than allowing his laser vision to come out in full force and quickly stop Darren in his tracks, Clark mentally pulled back due to the fear of accidentally killing the man. Instead, he stood back up onto his feet, dusted off his dusty shoulders, and pushed off the ground to begin flying towards the still-sprinting criminal.

Given his rapid speed, it didn’t take long before Superman was catching up to Darren. To be fair though, the task was fairly easy for Superman as Darren’s frantic clumsiness had caused him to stumble over the tipped over display cases and trip over the various artifacts that those cases had once held. As he extended his arms out in hopes of quickly capturing the man now lying on the ground, Clark was eager to get the standoff over with so he could return back to his family before they finished dinner. While he thought about what he was going to do once he was back home on his farm, the man was unaware of Darren’s quick motion towards grabbing a hefty rock that had been held in one of the cases. In fact, he only ever picked up on this face as Darren turned towards to face Clark and immediately slammed the superhero in the side of the head with the artifact.

As a momentary pain rushed through Clark’s head, he quickly moved back to an upright position and stood back onto the ground so he was directly above the criminal who was still lying on the ground. However, as he waited for the pain to fade away, the hero was quickly overcome by a severe tingling sensation throughout his entire body. With this sensation rushing through his body, the man’s many years of crime-fighting and battles with intergalactic foes came back to the forefront of his mind. Bizarrely, the feeling felt both familiar yet incredibly foreign at the same time.

So as Clark directed his attention back to the criminal, his eyes quickly began to widen as he saw what had become of the artifact that had hit him. Instead of the blunt and gray rock that he had felt smashed against his face, it appeared as though his angular jawline had actually caused parts of the rock to crumble! By doing so, it appeared that a special Kryptonian artifact had revealed itself to be hidden within the rock - a small piece of red kryptonite!

Immediately, the tingling sensation that he felt began to make sense. Although he hadn’t ever experienced the effects of red kryptonite for himself, his extensive research about his home planet caused him to immediately recall some basic information about the rock type. The rock itself had a wide array of effects on Kryptonians according to his own research, but all of the examples Clark had read made it abundantly clear that this was a terrible type to encounter. As such, the man tried his best to reason with the criminal and get him to set the rock down.

“Hey, you got a good lick in there huh,” Clark inquired with a chuckle, rubbing his temple where the rock had made an impact as he returned back to standing on the ground. “Now let’s not do anything stupid here Darren. That rock isn’t safe for me, and by default, that means it’s not safe for you as well. So just toss it aside and I’ll forget all about this little outburst of yours!”

However, the criminal refused to agree to those terms, instead rushing directly towards Superman with a deranged and enraged expression on his face. Preparing to just stand tall and immediately disarm the man, Clark angrily scowled while putting his hands on his hips. Watching as the man gripped the rock in his right hand, Clark waited for the man to be in close enough proximity for him to hit him and cause him to drop the rock. With him now only a foot away, Clark immediately jumped into action as he lifted up his arm and immediately brought it down on Darren’s outstretched right arm. As expected, Clark breathed a sigh of relief as the rock quickly slipped out of his grasp and began to fall towards the floor. Unfortunately though, Darren apparently had quick reflexes, as he was able to reach out his left hand and quickly capture the kryptonite once more. Before Clark could fully comprehend the swapping between hands, the superhero suddenly felt the pressure of the rock make an impact against his broad chest.

Understandably, Superman feared the wild card nature of the rock’s power and thus instinctively pushed out his arms in order to make contact with Darren’s torso and send him flying away from him. However, as the motion was completed, both men were suddenly overcome with a dizzying sensation that rendered them momentarily with a full-body numbness and an inability to see. As both of these things made their return to Clark though, the man was suddenly shocked as an intense full-body pain coursed through his body as his back suddenly made impact against a concrete wall.

Grimacing as he slid down the museum’s wall, Clark let out a deep groan after his crumpled body made an impact onto the glass-covered floor. As he gingerly tried to sit himself back up, the sudden sounds of a deep bellowing gasp and chuckle caused Clark to grow alarmed. Peeling open his eyelids to finally take a look around the destroyed museum once more, Clark directed his attention towards the source of the noise. Upon doing so though, the superhero was immediately shocked to find himself somehow staring at his own smiling body!

Looking down in an extreme mix of confusion and fear, Clark gasped in shock as he looked down and now found himself looking at Darren’s own frail, pale, and scarred body. “Wha- how did this happen,” he cried out, notably triggered by the thick and surprisingly deep Midwestern accent coming out of his mouth. “That damn kryptonite, it must have swapped our bodies Darren!” Upon turning towards the imposter inside his body though, Clark immediately shivered in fear as that alarmingly wide smile remained stuck on his former face. Watching as the imposter cockily swaggered towards him, the superhero was shocked as the real Darren began to speak once more.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about buddy, I’m Superman!”

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Superhero Shoot: Superman

To get the perspective of the man who transformed via the Spider-Man costume, check out his POV here.

When he first arrived at college, Eugene Peterson had been in high spirits. Being in a place where people actually paid to learn had the undersized young man thinking that he would be surrounded by peers with the same dedication to education as him. However, these dreams were quickly dashed during the first day of classes upon a chance encounter with Brock Watkins. Unlike Eugene, Brock had gained a full-ride scholarship to play football at the college, and the jock’s ego was so overblown that he seemed to view himself as a god amongst peasants.

Unfortunately for Eugene, their eyes met while passing through a path on campus one day and that was the start for several months of torment. Although the man was a sensitive soul, he was forced to quickly thicken his skin to handle the near-constant abuse he received from his tormentor. No matter how severe the punishment dished out by Brock, Eugene found himself too afraid to ever report the man. If this was what he was willing to do just for fun, the concept of what Brock could do to him with motive was incredibly worrisome. In fact, there had been many instances where Eugene’s nightmares were solely focused around this concept, where the hunky football player mercilessly beat up Eugene and hurled countless insults his way.

Although there was usually no way to escape his torment from Brock, Eugene’s luck finally began to turn around one day. After accidentally bumping into Brock upon making his way out of the Chemistry lab, Eugene instantly found himself in the man’s clutches and dangling several inches off the ground. However, just as he was mentally preparing for a punch to the face, Eugene found salvation in the form of a mysterious long-haired man on the campus that called out the brute. Whether the man was a friend of Brock’s or not made no difference for Eugene though, as he used the opportunity to weasel his way out of his shirt and flee across campus towards safety.

Even though there was continued ridicule from other classmates due to his pale and weak torso, Eugene found it to be the lesser of two evils in comparison to some physical ridicule. Despite not knowing what had caused him to be Brock’s primary target, the nerd had adopted a defeatist attitude and didn’t see any way to put an end to the jock’s unprovoked abuse of him. In many ways, it felt like he was still in high school with the torment he received, but things with Brock were somehow even worse.

After returning to his apartment and grabbing a replacement shirt, Eugene hurried across campus to get back to the library. He and his friends were doing a study session before a physics exam the next day, and although he was quite the intelligent man, physics was his absolute kryptonite.

So, after a two-hour session of Eugene trying his best to fully grasp everything on his study guide, the nerd and his friends finally packed up their bags and began to depart from the library. While all of his friends had various plans for the remainder of their night, Eugene had nothing going on and thus found himself trailing behind them as they all dispersed to go towards their various events. As he traversed down the staircase of the library and began to walk across campus towards his place, a loud voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Hey dude, stop right there!” The voice’s deep masculine tone immediately made Eugene think of Brock and tense up, but when he hesitantly turned to look towards the source of the voice, he was pleasantly surprised. Instead of his tormentor, it was actually the long-haired guy who had saved him from Brock just a few hours earlier.

“Oh, uh, hello there,” Eugene said, his nerves already getting the best of him as he was forced to be sociable once again. Looking the man up and down, Eugene took note of the man’s smaller physique, ultimately realizing that the man posed no real physical threat to him given his smaller yet slightly muscular frame.

“Hey there,” the man said, flashing a smile as he looked Eugene up and down. “Are you doing ok? That guy from earlier seemed like he was going to do something to you…” 

“U-Uh,” Eugene said, himself growing shocked that the man seemingly both remembered who he was and also seemed to care about his well-being. “I’m doing okay I think,” the nerd stated, although the slight wavering of his voice proved that Eugene’s statement wasn’t entirely true. “But uh, thanks for helping. Brock always does stuff like that so escaping unscathed for once was nice…” he continued, trying his best to divert his gaze away from the helpful stranger.

While this was mainly due to his social anxiety, it also didn’t help that Eugene found himself immediately swooning over the man. The man, who soon introduced himself as Logan, had a luscious mane of brown hair that ran past his shoulders, which Eugene found himself imagining running his fingers through it. Although the vision of his pale and gangly fingers running through the darker head of hair wasn’t the most appealing sight in Eugene’s mind, this soon mattered little as he couldn’t help but visualize passionately making out with the man while doing so.

In fact, these fantasies began to grow more and more prominent (and explicit) in Eugene’s mind as he continued to watch the man speak, caring little for the words he spoke as he focused more so on the movement of his lips and just how badly he wished to put his own against them. 

“So, would you be willing to do it with me?” Logan inquired, his pearly white smile on full display as he looked eagerly into Eugene’s eyes. 

As he quickly broke himself out of these sexual fantasies in his mind, Eugene immediately began to scold himself for not listening to what Logan had said. He didn’t want to ask for him to repeat, especially since that risked him thinking that Eugene didn’t care about what he said!

“Uh, so… could you uh, walk me through the plan again?” Eugene said, trying his best to save himself by getting a refresher without making it seem as though he totally wasn’t paying attention to what the man said.

“Well, I have this project that I need some assistance for,” Logan began, ”And I think you would be perfect for it!” Upon seeing Eugene’s raised eyebrows, Logan took the hint and began to continue speaking. “So, it would involve a visual component where you’d put on an outfit, we would just need to head back to the studio headquarters where I work at. What do you say?” 

Although the concept of working with Logan seemed to be a dream come true in terms of spending more time with the man, Eugene found his guard immediately going up upon the mention of being photographed or recorded. Just the concept of having to deal with that was enough to give him intense full body shivers!

“Uh, I don’t really know Logan. I’m not great in front of a camera, especially if you’re wanting someone to model an outfit for you…” Eugene began, but he was unable to finish his sentence as Logan immediately cut him off and spoke once more.

“Don’t worry, I think this will be something that you’d be up to. You’ve heard of cosplay right?” Logan said, offering a slight smile when Eugene began to cautiously nod. “Well, this is a cosplay shoot! I’d pay you $400 for just a few hours of work. All you’ve got to do is wear one of the cosplay costumes provided by my company. What do you say to that?”

Although Eugene was an anxious disaster, his heartbeat began to rapidly increase at the mention of cosplay. For years, he had always dreamed of going to a comic book convention decked out in a homemade yet expensive cosplay outfit, but his social anxiety and body image issues always squashed those plans. But with this opportunity, Eugene was more intrigued by it due to the concept of it being a free cosplay outfit along with a semi-private event where he would seemingly only be wearing it around Logan for his project. Just the thought of both the intimacy of being one-on-one with Logan along with the erotic nature of being decked out in a superhero suit left his thin and short cock to harden at a record-breaking pace for the nerd. As a result, the answer was a no brainer: “I would love to!” 

For several minutes then, the two men began to iron out the details for their work together. Given his lack of a car and funds to afford a Lyft to the studio, Eugene was forced to ask for a ride from Logan given the fact that the studio was seemingly on the outskirts of town. Luckily, Logan had no problem with the situation, smiling while stating that it would be a great opportunity to know more about his “muse”. Just the smooth and silky way in which he said muse was enough to get Eugene struggling to contain his emotions, as the declaration immediately came across as flirtatious. 

Trying his best to remain calm, Eugene attempted to steer the conversation elsewhere by talking about their favorite superheroes as they made their way towards Logan’s parked car. While Eugene was a big fan of Spider-Man (mainly due to the fact that Peter Parker was a nerd like him), Logan couldn’t help but give the highest of praises towards Superman. After being interrogated further by Eugene as to why he liked Superman, Logan matter-of-factly began to tell the nerd it was due to the fact that he was incredibly sexy due to being so buff. While the reasoning was justified and he agreed for the most part, Eugene couldn’t help but allow his smile falter as he realized this probably meant that his lanky self was certainly not Logan’s ideal type of man.

Throughout the drive towards the location as he sat silently in sadness, Eugene felt no real concern or anxiety. Logan’s inviting eyes and wide smile were great at calming down the antsy nerd, but as they finally arrived, this began to change. As he opened the door and followed behind Logan, Eugene was concerned by the fact that they were on the outskirts of town and also at a huge yet scary-looking building. Was it possible that there was someone on the other side of the door looking to grab me? Were Logan’s intentions not as pure as I had believed? No matter how many questions he found himself thinking about, Eugene refused to let his mind spiral any further as he grabbed onto the door and followed Logan inside.

To his relief, a quick flick of a light helped calm Eugene’s anxieties as a rather lavish looking studio revealed itself to him. Not only was the space fully furnished with nice leather chairs and various dressing rooms along the sides of the building, but the studio also had a nice-looking front desk that Eugene soon found himself leaning against. 

“Stay right there, let me go grab the costumes!” Logan said with a kind smile, setting his camera case onto the desk’s swirled marble countertop while quickly breaking into a quick jog past Eugene and into the darkness beyond. As Eugene cautiously waited, the nerd found himself attempting to calm himself down by tapping his foot against the side of the desk while looking around the studio to take in the view. 

As footsteps suddenly began to grow louder and louder, Eugene diverted his attention towards the dark abyss and watched as Logan quickly re-emerged, now with two tote bags in tow. Upon dropping both of them onto the table, the man took a moment to peek inside each bag before handing one to Eugene and putting the other one underneath the desk.

“Well, here’s your costume for the shoot. I think you’re gonna look great in it…” Logan said, his voice trailing off as a slight smirk emerged on his face. While there was a certain level of mystery surrounding the statement, Eugene’s frantic heart was pacing at lightspeed as he interpreted the interaction as just some extreme flirting. While it was true that Logan was flirting with Eugene, it was more in the sense of who he would become rather than who he was currently…

But Eugene had no idea of Logan’s true intentions, so his continued swooning just allowed himself to be blissfully escorted into the darkness towards a room marked Dressing Room #1. Upon entering the room and turning to close the door, the last thing Eugene saw was Logan’s inviting and wide grin before fully separating himself into the tiny room.

After taking a moment to calm down the wild butterflies running rampant in his stomach, Eugene slugged the hefty bag gifted to him onto a nearby couch. With intense intrigue, the man slowly began to unzip the bag to reveal the superhero he had been chosen to portray by Logan. As the red and yellow diamond-shaped emblem proudly revealed itself to Eugene, the nerd couldn’t help but grow confused. Superman was an absolutely huge and bulky hero, something that Eugene was most certainly not! Out of all of the superheroes possible, he was more of a nerdy Peter Parker type than a brutish man of mystery like Clark Kent! This fear and anxiety about portraying such an intimidating hero only grew as Eugene pulled out the rolled-up costume and let it unfurl down towards the ground. At a height of 5’5” and not even 100 lbs when wet, this costume absolutely dwarfed the nerd in every possible way. The sizing was all wrong (despite the tag saying that one size fits all), so much so the nerd knew that the costume would barely be able to stay on his weak body even if it was zipped up all of the way! 

As he laid the costume across the couch and looked down at it, Eugene suddenly found himself growing increasingly more confused and anxious. Should I just put it on or should I just find a way to sneak out and take a taxi back to my apartment? What if I put it on and Logan laughs at me due to me being so weak? As much as it was rather tame in terms of the torment he’s received at college, it would be absolutely heartbreaking to the man to watch his new crush laugh at him just like Brock and every other person on campus did.

However, no matter how badly his self-doubts and anxieties desired for him to flee and save himself from what seemed like certain embarrassment, Eugene knew in his heart that there was no real reason to pass up the opportunity. Logan seemed like a nice guy based on how he had saved him from Brock’s torment, so Eugene couldn’t believe that the man would willingly give him a costume for future ridicule. Plus, as a broke college student (on-campus tutoring didn’t pay as much as it should), he knew that the pay was too good to pass up. Hell, with that amount of money, he couldn’t help but eagerly visualize himself using the funds to help him make his own higher-quality cosplay outfit.

So, with his mind now made up, Eugene forced himself to calm his shaky hands down as he removed his clothes and let them fall to the floor in a small heap. After struggling a bit in search of getting a firm grasp, the nerd finally was able to pull down the zipper of the Superman costume and begin to step inside of it. As expected, the suit was quite roomy for the young man’s frail and weak body, with his legs immediately looking extremely malnourished by the way the fabric sagged and struggled to showcase any semblance of leg definition. 

Despite this depressing sight though, Eugene encouraged himself to keep going as he pulled the suit up past his pale and undefined torso and slid his arms into each sleeve of the light blue suit. Although he was all of the way into the suit and just needed to zip it up, Eugene was absolutely disappointed by the sight before him. His body was clearly not meant for such an oversized suit, as every inch of his body failed to properly display the level of strength and bulk required for such an iconic hero. The sleeves were oversized and running past his spindly hands and his lackluster chest had caused the proud symbol of the hero to be drooping downwards and all wrinkled up due to no bulk to proudly stretch out and display the red and yellow S symbol.

Although the sight was depressing to witness, it made Eugene become quite determined to get this shoot over with so he could just get paid and leave as soon as possible. So, as he used one hand to hold up the oversized cape that was grouping up onto the ground due to his shorter stature, the nerd used the other hand to quickly pull up the zipper until it was all of the way up to his lower neck. 

As he took a moment to move across the room to look directly at the full-length mirror on one side of the dressing room, Eugene suddenly found himself growing aware of multiple emotions and sensations emerging within him. Firstly, the full look at himself in the outfit immediately began to cause the man to grow annoyed and incredibly self-conscious as he looked so bad within it. Although he knew that he didn’t look good in the costume while putting it on, the complete visual left him feeling even more embarrassed and anxious. Just as his cheeks began to redden in response and a heat reminiscent of a panic attack began to emerge across his body, these sensations were then expanded upon via the sudden appearance of peculiar tingling throughout his body. 

Closing his eyes while attempting to calm himself down, Eugene made himself oblivious to the beginning changes emerging across his entire body. Starting in the weakest area, the changes first began with Eugene’s frail twig-like arms as they quickly were altered by the costume. After a few minutes of closing his eyes and doing one of his many relaxation techniques, Eugene’s arms had been completely reformed to extreme levels. His forearms were thicker than his thighs, with this section of the arm being stacked with more intensity via the inflated upper arms he now possessed. As thick muscle continued to manifest and fill in the loose sleeves of the costume, Eugene was gifted a set of impressive biceps and triceps. By this point, the sleeves of the costume now seemed to be glued to the nerd’s new arms as it easily displayed every vein and striated muscle.

After taking a moment to calm himself down, Eugene found himself with two strange sensations. Firstly, his arms seemed strangely heavy, but secondly, that intense heat and tingling he felt was still around him despite his now-grounded mental state. While he couldn’t understand why this heat and tingling was still so prominent, Eugene quickly found out the answer to the first sensation as soon as he looked into the mirror and saw the impressive arms and boulder shoulders he now possessed!

“H-holy shit!” Eugene said, his voice cracking as he struggling to comprehend what was happening to him. In just a few minutes, he had suddenly manifested arm muscles faster than scientifically possible. Given his status as a science nerd, his brain attempted to find some sort of rational explanation for what was occurring to him, but that search quickly came up empty. In fact, as he continued to look into the mirror, he realized that he was still continuing to change!

Although his arms were quite impressive in terms of size, they looked quite off-putting to Eugene as they slumped down to the ground as if he was a mid-stage Neanderthal. But just as he began to visualize himself in such a physical state, Eugene’s body was forced to undergo further changes as his torso began to reform. Like two balloons being filled, the nerd was absolutely stunned to watch as his chest began to puff out and bring with it a set of pecs. 

It was eerie to feel the muscle just manifest underneath the costume as it resembled warm water running beneath the skin and pooling in his chest, but Eugene soon found himself accepting the situation rather quickly. As his torso continued to widen as his pecs finished reaching their maximum capacity, a wide smile emerged on Eugene’s face as the Superman logo was now proudly displayed between two hefty pecs. It was as if Eugene was having his own real life superhero origin story!

As he looked down at the thick torso he now possessed, Eugene couldn’t help but chuckle loudly as he watched each abdominal muscle emerge over his formerly taut stomach and jut out against the fabric of the costume. Taking a moment to move his hands towards the shocking new muscles he possessed, he found enjoyment as his fingers traveled along the ridges of his new six-pack. While he was doing this, Eugene was oblivious to the fact that his hands had also shifted as well. Instead of spindly and dainty fingers, his hands and fingers had thickened dramatically while also gaining a more rugged and callused appearance. While Eugene would have no idea as to why his hands would look like this, it would soon become clear with time as being due to his new body’s intense gym routines to help maintain this new impressive form.

By the time he finally took a moment to look at himself in the mirror again, the suit was now skin-tight against his upper torso and the changes had begun to move towards his legs and feet. While he could feel his thighs beginning to expand in muscle while his calves thickened up to impressive levels, Eugene was still preoccupied with checking out the changes to his top half. It was initially difficult for the man to believe that he was now in control of such bulky muscle, but no matter how hard he pinched his beefy biceps, expecting to snap out of his daydream at any moment, it became increasingly difficult for him to deny a simple truth: he really was this buff now!

Through some trial and error, Eugene’s experiment in operating his new bulk was ultimately a success as he eventually found himself able to do a few movements that caused his muscles to flex under his command. It was peculiar to lift his arms and watch his biceps tense up and appear even thicker than previously! He had learned much about the various muscle groups in the multiple anatomy courses he took in school, but to actually have such an impeccable physique was mind-boggling to the nerd.

After finally figuring out how to flex his arms and pop his pecs, Eugene diverted his attention towards his legs as he tried to tense the muscle to see the result. His attempts proved to be fruitful after a few attempts, as intense musculature was displayed throughout both his tensed thighs and calves. Although he couldn’t really notice it, the shift in his legs had also brought forth several inches of height to the young man, as he went from 5’6” to 6’3”. With such a bulky physique and impressive height, Eugene felt himself growing more and more relieved as he stared at himself in the mirror. Although he was still the anxious man deep inside, the new physique he possessed clearly would make it so no one would ever mess with him again!

Although he tried to focus once again on popping his pecs for his own amusement, his attention quickly was diverted elsewhere as he felt the tingling heat centralizing on his crotch and waistline. Even though he couldn’t see his own physical body undergoing the transformation, its presence was still made clear to Eugene as he watched multiple changes bulk out against the already-tight Superman costume.

As a bottom, Eugene didn’t have much experience with using his manhood with another individual, but even he knew that something impressive was emerging underneath the suit as a thick and long outline began to press forth from beneath it. The thick and rock-hard cock he was suddenly manifesting was continuing to snake up towards his belly button, which meant that Eugene got an up-close-and-center view of the change as he stared at his reflection. Although he previously didn’t really know just how unimpressive his original 4” member was, it was made abundantly clear to the man as he found himself now packing a firm and girthy 8” dick. But despite this new increase in manhood, his perpetual mindset of being a bottom left him only visualizing putting the extra inches to work when he jerked himself off.

On the opposite side of his body, Eugene’s ass was undergoing an impressive change. The formerly bony and flat-as-a-board derriere was quickly inflating as a healthy mix of both flab and muscle expanded his cheeks. Turning towards the side and moving the cape to the side, the bottom within Eugene found himself amused and happy to see just how big and perky his ass now was. Although the man was still curious for answers and to know what happened to him, he couldn’t deny that he was extremely happy with the results of the change!

Turning his body back towards the mirror so he faced it head-on, Eugene took a moment to continue to stare at himself as he believed that the changes had finished up. But as a shock to the nerd, it quickly became clear that the changes weren’t finished yet as a few sudden hot spots began to emerge on his forearms, chest, and face. Unsure of what was going on, Eugene leaned closer into the mirror to get an up-close look at what was happening to him as soon as it began. With just a few blinks of an eye, Eugene found himself dropping his jaw in awe as he could see his facial features begin to shift and change piece-by-piece. 

While the thickening of his eyebrows and the emergence of bushy facial hair was a surprise by itself, Eugene was even more shocked to watch as his various acne scars began to immediately clear up to provide him with perfect skin. Even though his features were changing to give him a completely new face, Eugene wasn’t complaining about the various cosmetic updates he was receiving. With each passing second, he was looking more and more like a superhero ripped right out of the pages of his favorite comic books!

Continuing to admire his still-shifting face as he became a bonafide hunk, those various other hotspots of tingling were quickly tidied up via the sudden emergence of multiple tattoos. Underneath the costume, one of his pecs was adorned with a tattoo, but the most prominent cosmetic addition appeared via ink that traveled from Eugene’s hand up to the top of his lower arm. The half-sleeve provided an interesting pattern of ink on Eugene’s arm, but as he continued to look at it while finally checking out the brand new him, he found himself quickly accepting it. Tattoos could be viewed as cute or adorable for some people, but for Eugene as he put his hands on his hips and stared at his reflection, he felt that the new ink only emphasized the fact that his new exterior was even more of an intimidating badass!

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[ubertf]

A Preference for Bolts

a transformation story by megachiraz (2020)

It was the first summer after his graduation from university and Ian travelled all by himself to Scandinavia. He rented a little house for two weeks for him to relax, for a little time with no one around.

After he locked the red house within the moor, Ian decided to go on a hike. After all, he was on vacation to see the nature. His landlord, a small English-Norwegian man with black long hair, told him about the delicious cloud berries that grew in the swamps around the house. He should taste them; his landlord had said. Ian just had nodded and smiled and promised if he found some to collect a few for his landlord.

It was a cloudy day but that did not stop Ian from having a walk. He checked if he had his phone in his pocket and got going. The ground was quite spongy and bouncy as long as he did not step on stones or fallen trees. Ian took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. Finally, some rest without someone who wanted to kill you every second of your life. But after about two hours of walking around out of nowhere the clouds turned darker and it began to rain heavily. “Shit”, he cursed and looked around him. But there was nothing but plain grounds with small trees and bushes. The Thunder began to rumble and every few seconds bolts came down the sky.

The ground became softer by the minute and it was getting harder for Ian to move forward without sinking in. He cursed himself for not knowing the now desperately needed spell to protect himself from the storm. His clothes were soaking wet and glued to his body. His hoodie with the logo of The Flash was heavy on his shoulders. Every inch of his body was wet. And cold.

With a squishing sound he pulled his right foot out of the mud and put it forward on a surprisingly solid ground. Ian looked down and with relief he saw that a big stone laid before him. With slippery fingers he pulled himself onto it and remained lying down. His body was exhausted. But he could not stay here, he needed to find something like a cave. Anything to hide from the storm.

There was lightning again and the thunder followed almost immediately afterwards. Ian looked up to the sky and he saw a bolt shooting downwards. He thought it would hit the broken tree next to him. But the blazing light seemed to target only him and hit him in the back. Every fibre of his body seemed to be on fire and his body trembled uncontrollably. His phone, fallen to the ground after he wanted to look for a nearby hideout, exploded and burned down to ashes. But he had no time for panic as another bolt hit him and he passed out, short before he dropped down to the ground,  everything went black.

Ian opened his eyes. Was he dead? No… he could feel the cold stone beneath him. He was alive! Could he move? Cautiously he tried to stand up and slowly but steady his wobbly, probably well-cooked muscles did their work. He looked around. It was the same rock he fainted after the lightning hit him. The lightning! Ian looked down his body. His clothes had burn marks everywhere. “How the hell I survived this?”, he muttered and opened his jacket to look if his skin was damaged. But he was in perfect condition.

In a flash immense heat rose up in Ian and he screamed in pain. Little flames reappeared around the holes of his clothes and burned everything away. Within seconds he was totally naked and lost in pain.

You are chosen.

A strange voice swept over Ian. Not exactly a human voice. It sounded older, powerful. Like the wind blowing through the trees. Coming from deep within the very being of nature. “I’m what?!”, Ian screamed into the air as another wave of pain hit his body. His whole body tingled as little bolts ran over his body. Every hair on his body raised up and vibrated with this power.

It is the power of a god.

The energy entered his body and his veins turned to the same electric blue. As the colour reached his cock it sprang to life. Ian moaned as the pain was mixed with pleasure. The feeling was overwhelming. Back in his mind he tried to fight his trembling hands that got closer to his touch craving cock second by second. And in the moment, he contacted his skin something inside him exploded and coated him in an electric field.

He moaned again as his body began to change and his eyes glowed with energy. Ian’s shoulders cracked and grew wider as muscle packed on his average, slightly flabby frame. Thick slabs of muscle grew on his chest and his arms followed suit. His biceps bulged and veins grew visible, perfect to provide these arms with enough blood to move these muscles. Ian’s dainty hands looked hideously but the followed to grow bigger and stronger as they stroked his cock.

Ian felt the bones in his legs groan as they grew longer, pushing him nearer towards the sky till nearly 6’3’’. His legs pulsed and his muscles rose and stretched his tanning skin. Ian needed to adjust his stand after his feet followed his grown hands to support his new weight.  He threw back his head and groaned deeply again. His whole head hurt.

New thoughts appeared in his head. Memories of growing up in the sky as a powerful god. He stroked his cock. An itching crept over his head as his curly brown hair straightened itself and lost its dark coloration. With each stroke it grew longer until he had a mane of dark blonde hair reaching to his shoulder blades.

 A wave of blonde hair flowed over his body, changing every hair from black to blond, thickening under his arms and between his legs. Ian shuddered. He was close. Carefully he rubbed over the exposed tip of his cock as the pleasure intensified. His abdominal muscles contracted and every single ounce of body fat melted away and abs rose to the surface, coated by a decent coat of golden hair. Ian continued stroking his growing cock and fondled his balls. The pressure in them grew to almost unhuman dimensions. With a final stroke his face grew angular and was coated with a good amount of blonde stubble. His voice broke and changed into a deep baritone as he came. Lightning bolts went down to earth as he coated the rock before him with his seed.

The naked man blinked. Feeling his body. Something was not right, that was not him! Suddenly new clothes appeared on his body, hugging his hulking frame tightly. Thor looked around him. His eyes became a blue colour as he scratched his head. “Got a bit carried away I guess”, he murmured as he saw the seed coated rock in front of him. For an unknown reason he felt the desire to flex his huge arms. He grinned. Yes, these were the arms of a god, the mighty god of thunder! He looked around for his hammer and then with a lighting he went back to the Avengers headquarters. His cock was still throbbing. Maybe he could find some release. But first he would have some cloud berries. He licked his lips. Maybe he could get both of them at the same time.

Hey tf-fans! Some of you might recognise this story. It had been on this blog before, but I reworked it to be more suitable. I hope you like it this way too!  If anyone of you people have ideas for future stories - just drop me a message or a question! Have fun and stay safe!

[ubertf]

Accidents Happen

"Everything looks so small from up here," Noah said, when we first moved in. He was right. Looking out the window of our new apartment gives me vertigo to this day. Something feels inhuman about it. The way the steel stretches down for hundreds of feet. The tiny dots on the sidewalk, each a different person, bumping and swerving around each other. It made me sick, but I couldn't stop staring. It felt like my brain just didn't know what to do. Like when a dog stares at its reflection in a mirror. Here I was, in a giant tower of steel and glass, hundreds of feet off the ground, when the highest up my ancestors ever got was 10 feet off the ground, on top of a fucking apple tree. My poor primitive brain was so confused. It felt safe, but it wanted out. It was fascinated and terrified. Oh, the things we could do if we learned to overcome some of our simple genetic setbacks.

Once, as I was staring entranced out this window, I watched one of those dots make its way into the street. It was unusual. Most of the dots were dull colors-- brown, black, beige-- but this one was a bright red. It swerved through cars, moving with inhuman speed. All of a sudden, it leapt into the air, straight towards my apartment, and started sprinting up the wall of our building like it was a contest. It was one of the Spidermen. His acrobatics were incredible-- about 30 feet down from my window, he jumped off, shot a web and swung away. His whole body was clad in one of the spandex suits, showing off his well-defined muscles.

The Spidermen were a recent phenomenon. Although most of the information surrounding them was classified, bits and pieces of the story had leaked out here and there. Some sort of genetics lab at a local university was working on horizontal cross-species transmission of DNA, using spiders as a vector to inject certain genes into lab mice. For some reason, I guess the spiders were able to do more than that. The lab had created about 15 of these spiders for initial research. While carrying them through the halls in either a jar with a lid screwed loose or a box with the top on crooked (depending on who's telling the story to you), they slipped out of a researchers hand and escaped into the world. After biting a human, they passed away, but transferred some sort of superhuman powers to them. And apparently muscles, too. One of the Spidermen was apparently a large guy in his previous life-- following his spider bite, weight had melted off him like water, quickly replaced by muscle.

It was pure coincidence that a few minutes after seeing the Spiderman crawl up my building, I turned around to see a small, faintly glowing spider crawling through my living room carpet. My eyes widened. I dashed to scoop him up in my hands, and quickly transferred the little guy into a jar. I wasn't sure if this was the radioactive spider, though. "Babe," I called out. "Come take a look at this."

Noah emerged from the bedroom. "What's up?"

"Look what I found," I said.

"No fucking way. Is that a spider? What's he doing in our apartment? How'd he get up here? Why is he so big? Kill it!"

"No! I think... I think it's..."

Noah looked at me. "Don't be fucking ridiculous." He grabbed the jar from my hands and opened it up. The spider crawled out onto his arm before he could react. He yelped and it flew off him, but not before leaving him with a nasty red welt.

"God dammit, it fucking bit me!"

My heart sunk as Noah began to slowly change.

"Noah..."

"What?"

He was a lanky guy, at 6'3" and 170 lbs (on a good day). But suddenly, his pants began to strain as his legs expanded. Noah finally noticed something was happening. "Oh shit," he said. "Oh shit!" He began to laugh as his arms started to bulge, too.

I silently watched as Noah grew upwards a few inches, and outwards. Larger and larger. His chest began to bulge outwards, ripping his T-shirt right between his now-meaty pecs. His arms grew thicker, stronger. He laughed with delight as the transformation overtook him. "Oh wow, I'm fucking Spiderman!" he yelled before jumping onto the ceiling. I was filled with so much emotion. Awe. Anger. Jealousy. A hulking man was before me, gleefully running up and down the walls. "This is fucking awesome!" I didn't say anything.

That was a few days ago. The news got out pretty quickly, and the government sent him some sort of a contract and a real spiderman suit. He's not allowed to take it off when he's in public, as a way to keep him responsible for his power-- he sticks out, a tall bulging man in bright red, ready to help whoever needs his superhuman abilities. (He's allowed to take it off in our bedroom, luckily). I'm happy for him. He has an amazing life. He likes to relax on our balcony after a long day, looking out over the city. I can't help but stare in admiration at the muscles rippling beneath his tight suit. They seem to keep growing, somehow. We're not sure if they're ever going to stop.

I can't help but wonder, still. What if it was me? I found the spider. What if it bit me instead? I don't think there's any spiders left. I guess I'll have to just be content to watch him. For the rest of our lives.

[ubertf]

Transition of Power

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, scanning over the tiny bumps, cracks, spots in my skin. No one tells you, when you're young, that perfect skin doesn't last forever. And no one tells you that you start to look like your dad. I knew, someday, I wouldn't recognize this person. And that's what scared me more than anything.

I found myself brushing my teeth, slowly moving through the hazy morning like a dream. Pushing down the fear that just seemed to grow stronger each day. The age. The crime. It seemed that every day, this world inched a bit closer to hell. Just last night, a gang had taken a US representative hostage, fending off all the military's attempts to rescue him. They made demands; I forget what for. Money, probably. No one knew where he was now. Elections in his district were being planned. Everyone was scared.

It's those god damn superheroes. It's all their fault. I remembered, one was affiliated with this gang. Ever since that comet started dropping dust into the atmosphere and people started changing there hasn't been a single day of sanity.

My phone buzzed. Michael. The senator.

He wasn't a handsome man, in most senses. Michael was in his 60's. Stocky build, the kind of man that may have played football in high school and maybe a couple club sports in college but hadn't run a mile since he still had a full hairline. It wasn't his physical prowess that I loved. It was his power. Any time I flip him over, caress his ass cheeks, start getting ready to breed him, I sap his power. One of a hundred people in the country who decides how we get to live life. And here I am, holding him down, on top of him, calling him my bitch and my little slut. I loved it. It felt like nothing else in the world.

There's a car outside. get in

It wasn't like him to be this curt, but maybe he's feeling more dom today. I could work with that. I finished getting ready and walked outside. A black car with tinted windows had pulled up. I grinned. What did he have planned for me.

-

In the car, Michael looked straight at me. "I need you to trust me. Turn your phone off."

"What's going on?"

"Superman is gone."

"What do you mean?"

"He's gone. He's dead. We've lost a major national asset. Without someone like him, we have no control over these crazy super-powered folks. We need someone who's unstoppable, like he is. Was."

I blinked. "He died?"

"I can't explain much now. But yes. It was an outlandish plot by a terror cell in Virginia and it worked. This happened approximately 8 minutes ago. Not many people know about this."

"Oh wow."

Jesus. I was shocked. I'd read so much about Superman. Even seen him once or twice. He was the one who did it all. Took down missiles, stopped terrorists around the world. He was so utterly dominant over anyone else who had superpowers. He had it all.

"That's why you're here."

"What do you mean?"

"We need control. We simply cannot lose an asset like that."

I remained silent.

"You're taking his place."

I laughed. "No I'm not. What the hell do you mean?"

"We're almost there," he said, looking agitated as his phone buzzed over and over again. "Long story short. We've been working on... an experiment. The government has recovered some of the dust that was dropped from the comet. The comet that started all this. And we have a basic idea of how it works. We think we know how to do it. We want to give it to you."

The grin slid off my face. "Wha.. What do you mean?"

"We have no idea what will happen. But we need Superman back. But think of the responsibility. Can you handle it? Can you become Superman?" he demanded. "Not many people can."

"I can do it, I guess?" I said, confused. This seemed like a joke. "How?"

"Don't worry about it. Do you consent?"

I breathed deeply. "Sure."

-

I was escorted into a building, down dark staircases, through door after door and cement hallways. Behind me, Michael was on the phone. "He's an associate. He's ex-military. He went to Princeton. I don't know what else you expect me to find, on such short notice. He will be more that what we need. Just give me the god damn authorization."

We approached a small, dimly lit room. In the middle, a makeshift glass box. Almost like a coffin.

"Michael." I asked. "Are you sure about this?" I felt like I was in a dream. This was so utterly beyond what I could comprehend. I was clouded by doubt but there was a tiny glimmer of radiant hope. Was I about to get superpowers?

"Get in," he commanded. I gave him a side-eye, and walked to the glass box. It felt cheaply made. Was it plexiglass? I opened the top up and climbed inside, laying down.

"Start it," he commanded the only other person in the room. "I have authorization from the President." He showed the person his phone. I started to breath quickly. I wasn't a fan of confined spaces.

And suddenly, golden glitter clouded around me, coming from somewhere beneath the box. It was so bright and warm. Like a summer breeze. I closed my eyes and let myself breathe it in. And then it started to happen. My transformation

It was sudden. It's like a wave of relief washing over you, but it's more. Warmth. A slight strain. My body grew. I opened my eyes, saw my arms grow larger, legs stretch out. I felt growth everywhere on my body. My six pack solidified. My ass grew larger, more powerful. It was flowing all over my body. And damn, it felt good.

After what only felt like a few seconds, I emerged. Michael handed me a costume. "Strip," he said. I hadn't noticed until I tried pulling my underwear off, but my cock had grown significantly longer as well. It was too good to be true, and a wide smile crossed my face.

I stood naked in front of the man. He looked me up and down, sighing, before handing me a costume. "His backup. It should take a few more seconds before you feel powers coming in." I struggled to squeeze into the costume, muscles bulging against the tight spandex. It was comfortable, easy to move in.

"You will report directly to the president," Michael said. I began to float. It was otherworldly. Euphoria rushed through me as I realized my power. "You will listen to everything I have to say." I floated in the air, laughing as I spun, gazing through the walls of this compound. I grabbed the glass box, smashed it in half. Smashed the controls. Michael started yelling, screaming. The tech ran out.

"No one else," I said. "No one else can become as powerful as me." I grabbed Michael, and flew him up into the air. I rocketed through the compound, smashing through floor after floor. I was high above Washington, Michael in my grip. He was screaming. "Destroy it all. Or I will destroy you. No more superheroes. I am the first and the last one. Okay?" He nodded, shaking in fear from the height. I quickly flew back to the ground and set him down before taking off, landing on a nearby roof. This city was mine. This country. this world. All this power, and the old Superman had listened to the government. I wouldn't make the same mistake. My muscles flexed under my tight costume as I looked over my domain. I am the government now. Things would never be the same.

[ubertf]

[ubertf]

It seems as if the legends are true and artefacts are indeed real, in one way or another. At least that’s what Sam started to find out, after he accidentally seemed to create one. He had been obsessed with the recent Thor movies, and couldn’t wait to see what was to come in the latest. With so many conventions coming up, he took it upon himself to create the perfect Asgardian armour and his legendary weapon Mjlonir for the cosplay, tinkering away whenever he could until he finally crafted them both just right. It was a minute, maybe longer, after he picked up the hammer that he began to feel a surge of wealth, a wealth of knowledge, and a wealth of power begin to slowly travel into his body as his fingers locked around the hammer. Sam was shocked, looking down with wide eyes as he tried to let go but couldn’t.

“What is this?” He cried as he glanced down to see an odd tone begin to travel down his hands. His fingers only grew stronger, tightly knitting around the hammer as his fingers continued to grow, his nails becoming more trimmed and well looked after. Blonde hair streamed through the back of his thicker fingers, and his larger and growing hand. Sam continued to try and pull away, but found that he still couldn’t as the tone began to travel down his arms, causing his veins to be emphasised through his new skin. The surge of power showed itself through his thickening arm, keeping a stronger and mightier grip on his- the hammer of Mjlonir, and for a moment he admired his thick bicep, drenching in sweat that trickled down softly causing him to groan in approval.

Sam stopped himself, glancing down as he tried to use his other hand to pry off the first, yet he was shocked to see his hand clasp around the hammer too, unable to pull it off as he mumbled in frustration, trying to pull both his hands away as he saw the same tone travel down his hand. He gasped, finding the groans to increase in both volume and frequency as he watched his other bicep thicken with muscle, becoming incredibly…alluring and powerful to Sam as he felt his dick begin to thicken in his pants.

He watched as the tone travelled down his shoulders and towards his chest, any and all chest hair was instantly removed as his hands finally dropped the hammer, watching it collide to the ground with a thud, much heavier and stronger than he could remember making it. Sam felt his hands approaching his face, unable to stop them as he felt them combing through his hair, before he knew it, he felt his groans becoming deeper and strumming along from a more powerful voice as his vocal chords shifted and changed, his neck thickening. As hair came down to greet the back of his neck, he felt it turn blonde as facial hair began to slowly grow on his chiselled jaw, his cheekbone shifting higher as his nose grew smaller, whilst his ears were larger, same with his rounder eyes.

Sam couldn’t help but smirk down at himself, allowing his hands to take control as he started to work on taking off his jeans, glancing down at his new body as he saw that his once somewhat bulky frame had become far more leaner, the body instead of looking pale was far more tanned and toned with muscle. His own abs were two great slabs of muscular prowess that was something he was proud of, since he was the mightiest God- well, person, Sam corrected as he glanced down at his body, working on taking off his belt. He watched his pants fall just in time to see the tone begin to work on his legs, elongating his legs and causing his thighs to widen whilst his calves grew more muscular.

The best part were for his feet, blonde streaks of hair growing as tufts on the back of his longer and larger toes, as his own feet stretched out, a musk of some sort that was appealing to any man emanated from both his feet and his armpits, hypnotic in a sense as he watched his toes stretch and creak from the growth, tearing apart his socks to shreds and being thankful that he hadn’t put on the armour yet (which had meanwhile been growing and changing to fit his body perfectly in accordance to his transformation, Sam witnessed his own boots growing alongside his feet), and the soles of his feet drip with the same sweat that adorned his body. Sooner or later, Sam had to live through the final changes, that of the mind. New memories of his Asgardian heritage, his bold prowess, and his adventures soon struck him as part of Sam still lived inside of him, but he knew now that he was a god, he was Thor.

He soon sat down, still getting accustomed to human life on Earth, as he dressed his fine muscular body in robes, and kept his feet hanging out, waiting for what was called a delivery service for the great food known as “pizza”,  to be delivered and hoping to have some fun with the person who was delivering. Just because he was on Earth, didn’t mean he couldn’t have any fun, at least that’s what the human conciousness still inside of him lured him into, and so as he flexed his toes, and sat down, glancing ever so often towards the door, Thor knew that with his sharper mind he was going to be guaranteed a lot of entertainment for the Gods, on Earth. All the while Sam could truly head to that convention, as a special guest, rather than a cospalyer, all the while keeping the hammer that started this close to his lap.

[ubertf]

Hi! I like your stories so much and your power too! I love the way you punish the unworthy! any chance you might turn me into one hunk of a man to do the same?

[ubertf]

I think Steve Rogers may need some help. See while he’s out to punish, id like to find some way to protect. Maybe if I could be like Thor i could help, but I don’t have his awesome accent.

[ubertf]

I’m surprised no one has requested to be Superman yet. Henry Cavill is so handsome and beefy, and that suit and jaw and those pecs. *moan*

I understand what you mean. You know the rules, right? Right, I’ll come. I just need to inform Luke, Johnny and Brock. Now that that’s done let’s get started. Feel your muscles growing as you experience the greatest pleasure you’ve ever felt. You keep coming, but that’s normal. Don’t worry about the moaning, nobody will notice. Just let yourself go.

Your muscles are straining against your clothes, as they turn into your new suit. Doesn’t it feel natural, perfect? Just let yourself relax, your suit will grow with your muscles, providing the optimal comfort and showing off of your muscles.

Your pecs and shoulders keep expanding as your biceps, six-pack and legs grow to the size associated with you. Your new powers start kicking in, but you hardly notice that, lost in pleasure. 

The facial reshaping begins, as you gain the memories of your new life. Everything about you becomes so handsome, it’s clear Henry Cavill is but a pale imitation of you. The changes finish as you come one last time…

I personally understand that you like Henry, even tough he’s far out of your league. He’s just on of the few people closest to your league. No! Don’t turn around! Let’s suffice it to say you’re infinitely far out of my league. Your super-strength can prevent you from having sex with normal people, but I think some others will be willing to help you out.

[ubertf]

Hey, I'm a really big fan of your work and wanted to ask if you could maybe turn me into Spider-Man. I just love to be him with those pecs and gorgeous ass.

Thank you so much for your kind words! Now for your transformation, don’t turn around or you’ll fall under my spell. Feel the muscles everywhere on your body increase in size, as you moan in pleasure. The sheer orgasmic bliss is so much that you keep coming, but that’s normal. Just let it all wash over you as your muscles inflate further, giving you what you so desire.

The iconic suit forms around your growing body, adapting its shape each second as it works its way up your body. It feels good to have that suit so tight around your new bulging, still growing muscles. That’s right. Just give in to the pleasure and embrace the transformation. Don’t worry, the stains of your continuous coming will disappear in no time.

Your muscles may even be more defined than those of the comic book and movie hero, but those were adaptations of your earlier life from before your training with Captain America and Iron Man. Your face reshapes itself as you gain the memories of your new life and you come one final time as the mask forms over your new face.

You were right about the pecs, but I wouldn’t discredit your other muscles so soon if I were you. Just check them all out in detail in front of a mirror before leaving for your ‘training’ with the others. Just remember, don’t do evil things in your new life or face the consequences.

[ubertf]

Dubai isn't a bad place to live, especially for a scientist like me. I'm surrounded by some of the worlds smartest people, there’s dozens of universities, and I basically have an unlimited research budget. I work for a pharmaceutical company in the lab, and it's a great job! I find creative ways to help cure people.

But one day, watching the news, something strange came up. There was a strange humanoid lizard creature roaming the streets of Dubai. When someone reported it to police, they tried to walk up to investigate but it only attacked one of them, maiming the officer, and another officer had to shoot it down.

This was extremely troubling, even though it was dead. A few days passed, and more and more reports of these lizard people started to pop up. They were appearing all over the city! Residents were warned to stay inside, and everyone went on lockdown. The military brought in their strongest weapons, but still more kept arriving. Looking down from my apartment window, I noticed at least 4 prowling beneath my building. They looked horrifying: tall, green and scaly, with muscles rippling down their body. I never wanted to leave my building, but out of nowhere I recieved an email from my boss saying that it was one of our drugs that was doing this. The police and military were able to identify some of the victims and they had a common history of taking one of our new pills, a cold suppressant.

He picked me up by helicopter on top of my apartment building, and we flew back to the lab. Once there, my boss glared at me. “You better find a cure for this… or we're all fucked. This whole town, but ESPECIALLY us.” I nodded. I knew what I had to do.

I wasn't sure how it happened, but there was some form of lizard dna embedded in the pill. It was going straight to the cells of patients and embedding itself as a plasmid into the cell. Once there, it helped increase muscle size, make their skin green, grow scales, and make them hyper aggressive among other effects. I knew that it would take fire to fight fire, so I quickly located a spider from our experimental animal testing lab. I used a spider because almost all of their genes were known, so I could edit it to remove aggression and increase muscle size. I finished editing the DNA and implanted it into the pill using the same method with which the lizard DNA had entered.

Then, I swallowed it.

Instantly, the effects started. I had always been skinny so I was surprised when my muscles started growing, all at once. Biceps pushing outwards, my chest expanding so much I couldn't see my feet, rock hard thighs becoming solid. It was the most amazing thing I had felt in my life, and my muscle growth made me forget the apocalyptic scenario taking place just outside. They strained and pulled, and it hurt but also felt so good. Eventually, I felt it stop and looked at my new body. My butt had expanded outward, I had a solid six pack, even my shoulders felt much wider. This was my life now, and I was ready for it. I quickly ran to another room in the building, that specialized in synthetic material, to build a super suit. (And by quickly, I mean quickly-- i must have been sprinting 50 miles an hour)

But that was nothing compared to the powers. I could run super fast, I could shoot webs from my fingers, I could climb along walls and jump extremely high and I couldn't make a mark in my skin no matter how hard I tried. Smirking, I ran to the window and jumped out, ready to defeat the lizards.

I accomplished it in a matter of hours, and now I don't really do much. I still work at my job (the public never found out it was us that caused the lizard outbreak) but most of the time, I explore Dubai and impress everyone with my amazing powers and body. It's a good life.

[ubertf]

I’m surprised no one has requested to be Superman yet. Henry Cavill is so handsome and beefy, and that suit and jaw and those pecs. *moan*

I understand what you mean. You know the rules, right? Right, I’ll come. I just need to inform Luke, Johnny and Brock. Now that that’s done let’s get started. Feel your muscles growing as you experience the greatest pleasure you’ve ever felt. You keep coming, but that’s normal. Don’t worry about the moaning, nobody will notice. Just let yourself go.

Your muscles are straining against your clothes, as they turn into your new suit. Doesn’t it feel natural, perfect? Just let yourself relax, your suit will grow with your muscles, providing the optimal comfort and showing off of your muscles.

Your pecs and shoulders keep expanding as your biceps, six-pack and legs grow to the size associated with you. Your new powers start kicking in, but you hardly notice that, lost in pleasure. 

The facial reshaping begins, as you gain the memories of your new life. Everything about you becomes so handsome, it’s clear Henry Cavill is but a pale imitation of you. The changes finish as you come one last time…

I personally understand that you like Henry, even tough he’s far out of your league. He’s just on of the few people closest to your league. No! Don’t turn around! Let’s suffice it to say you’re infinitely far out of my league. Your super-strength can prevent you from having sex with normal people, but I think some others will be willing to help you out.

[ubertf]

There are a few disadvantages to having your parents working for the government’s secret research: for one, I know nothing about what they do. All I know is that they drive off together in their van to some lab, which I’m guessing is out of town somewhere because I’ve never seen one. It must be near D.C, because we lived in a small town a half hour away from it in Maryland. Also, they don’t have steady, consistent hours at all! They could come home at 2 in the afternoon one day, and then not even arrive until the next morning the next. It taught me to be independent, at least. When I was a kid, I had to learn how to cook for myself, how to tuck myself into bed, how to pack my own lunch.

I’ve enjoyed 20 years of life so far, but I already don’t think I could ever dream of accomplishing as much as they have. Their work is top secret, but I KNOW there has to be something significant about it. Why would it be top secret if it wasn’t concealing a big, juicy secret? Meanwhile, I work as a cashier at K-Mart. A dying company, for a dying guy.

Did I mention I may be dying, too? It’s why I work at a K-Mart: I dropped out of high school because of mental issues caused by some unknown disease. That’s the worst part about it. No one knows what it is! All I have is a list of symptoms. The which includes delayed maturation (yes… i’m pretty small, you know… down there), decreased muscle growth, decreased brain growth, and a general bad grasp of language and communication (which comes with a whole cornucopia of other symptoms… stutter, social anxiety, etc.). The low muscle growth even led to problems with my heart, because it’s not strong enough to pump blood throughout my body. Basically, it’s the heart of a child in the lanky frame of an adult, and that’s why doctors really don’t believe I’ll make it another five years.

But one day, all of this changed.

I had recently wrapped up sitting on my stool behind my checkout lane at KMart, for 6 hours. I only worked 6 hour shifts, 3 times a week, because of my condition. I don’t have to work because of my disability, but I don’t want to be a lazy asshole who sits around all day and leeches off of his parents. I drove home, using my specially designed car. It was more sensitive to the touch than the average car, so even with my lack of strength, I’m able to safely pilot home with light jerks of the steering wheel.

I grabbed my cane from the seat next to me and walked in the front door, and to the computer, where I pulled up Steam, ready to do some gaming for a few hours then go to sleep. That’s when my parents walked in.

They were hot. I knew that. My mom had curly brown hair, and what seemed to be impeccable makeup every single day. The perfect hourglass figure. The kind of woman you see on reality shows, where you’re expected to believe that’s the average woman, but you know it’s not. My dad was a different story. Black hair topped off a strong chin and hazel eyes that could stare right into you, and his head was perched on top of an impeccable six foot rectangle frame. I always dreamed, as a little kid, that I would turn out to be exactly like them. In theory, I really should be, if it wasn’t for… you know, the disease. The unknown disease.

“Honey, we have something important to tell you,” my mom smiled.

I cocked my head. “W-what?

“It’s a little bit of a long story, but here goes.” Still standing in the doorway, she began, “We’ve been working on a tool to help improve the strength of our soldiers. At first, it was just going to be a pill that you could take, with daily workouts, that would help you gain more muscle mass, without any of the negative effects that steroids bring. But then, we stumbled upon some research leftover from the Cold War, and found a way that we could grow muscle by injecting a kind of serum. There was no way to deliver it back then, so they had to archive it. Now, we have microbots that can travel in the bloodstream and target specific blood cells.”

“So… w- what are you s- saying?”

“We… we may have found a cure.”

My heart sunk to the floor. “Wha.. what? No way. No way.” I couldn’t help myself; I began imaging scenes of my future life. I was walking through forests, heavy backpack on my back. I lived by myself, or with a wife, and I had a dog. I work for 25 years at the same office and receive a giant cake and pat on the back when I retire. Years that had been closed off, shuttered to the back of my mind, opened. In school, whenever the other kids talked about what they wanted to do, I had avoided the conversation, ducked out. But I had to stop these thoughts… just in case… it doesn’t work. I took a deep breath.

“We’ve run trials, and we think it may work. So would you like to come in for a trial? We’ll try a small dose, and see if your body accepts it.”

“Yes. Yes yes yes.” I exclaimed. “When?”

“How does right now sound?” my dad beamed.

I stood up. “L- let’s go,” I said before grabbing my cane.

I arrived at the lab, which took about a half hour, but my parents insisted I sit in the back with the tinted windows so as to not reveal its location. It was a little bit demeaning, but I understood. Procedure, regulation, safety, et cetera. The floors were gleaming white, and so was the rest of the lab. It looked… normal. There wasn’t anything that screamed out “SECRET GOVERNMENT BASE!” but instead, there was a desk, and some silver machines, and lots of cabinets. My parents walked me through the lab, and arrived at a door at the end. My dad opened it, and inside stood six people, all in white lab coats and of various sizes.

“Welcome to the theater,” my dad exclaimed. It was a darker room, and this time it looked a lot more… secret-government-base-esque. I saw the six people surrounding a blue doctor’s office bed. Even though I had plenty of experience with them, I didn’t even know the correct term, which made me chuckle slightly. Next to one of the people, a tall woman, stood a table loaded with syringes, chemicals, blue and red. The cure.

I was led to the bed, and instructed to lie down. Machines were hooked up to me, and the familiar beeping of a heart rate monitor started. None of them seemed to want to talk except my parents. They looked in my ear, my mouth, my nose. My clothes were taken off, except for my underwear (thankfully… I wasn’t packing much heat, if you know what I mean). After a few minutes, my mom piped up “Ok, honey, we’re going to do the trial first. Count to 3 for me, ok?”

“1… 2… Ow!” a tiny prick jabbed my leg, and I felt liquid flow in. That was weird… I had never felt it before. I could feel it travelling up and down my veins, a slightly warm situation. Then, out of nowhere, it burned. I gasped, from the pain, but then surprise as I felt growth. My calf had suddenly… grown. It felt stronger. “Oh… oh my God,” I heard someone say. “A success. Wow.”

“Vitals are great. Better, even,” another voice exclaimed. He sounded old.

“Alright, baby, did that hurt?” my mother asked.

I thought about it. It burned a little bit, but… I could stand it. “No,” I lied. I wanted growth. I didn’t care how much it hurt. I just wanted to become normal, no matter how much pain that meant in the short term. “It felt… good.” That wasn’t a lie. I needed this treatment, right now.

“Are you ready for the full body trial, then? Because it looks like we’re ready,” she responded.

I saw a much larger syringe on the table. It was lifted up by the tall woman, and seemed giant compared to the tiny prick of the first.

“Yes.”

“This is going to hurt a little more, but we need to do this in a syringe, because an IV bag will be too slow, and we need to coordinate gr--”

“AGH!” I screamed. She had been talking as the other woman injected me, another common trick by doctors.

“-owth. How do you feel?” my mom said.

Nothing. I felt nothing. I was about to say something, before the burning hit. Burning, everywhere. Inferno. Knives cutting me open, peeling off skin, stabbing. Screams. I heard screams. I heard shouts. Beeping. Beeping speeding up. More beeping. Everything was in hell, everything was on fire. I screamed, adding to the chorus, the cacophany, and I felt… everything at once. My heart sped up. I felt warm blood pumped everywhere throughout my body, beat beat beatbeatbeat. Words jumped out of the noise, stop it, take it off, get him out, oh my god oh my god oh my god, and I felt burning. Warmth spread, not just in my leg, but everywhere.

I felt my legs grow. Calves bigger and bigger, thighs pulling away from my legs. I could walk. I could jump, I could run. They grew out and up, stretching, getting longer, as the burning concentrated itself in the legs. I couldn’t see, but I knew what was happening as my once short penis started to expand. I could feel it. The burning moved to the torso. My arms grew out, biceps and triceps expanding and becoming thick, as my chest grew as well, pushing out and growing. My abs pushed themselves out. Shoulders broadened, heat flying up the body. Strength. I felt strength. The burning faded away, and I could see again, crystal clear, and the screaming was slowing down. I gasped for air, and swung off the bed, ripping the wires, devices off of me. I was… giant. I looked down at the tall woman, and she stared at my body. My new body, with abs, chest, legs, everything I never had.

Of course, I enjoyed being mobile for the next few days, strong. My father and I began testing my limits. He watched, as I tested my newfound strength on some logs.

Later, other powers began manifesting themselves. In addition to being incredibly strong, I could run extremely fast. I began to exercise simply for the fun of it, dashing around Washington D.C in my new outfits. (Obviously, I went on a shopping spree after my transformation. Can’t have a body like this without showing it off!)

But eventually, my mom had to speak to me again. I had just walked into the back door of our home after attempting to do some flying (not yet, but I was getting closer every day. So far, I’d been able to jump out of a 30 foot tree in our backyard and float to the ground, landing without getting hurt, then jump 20 feet back into the tree and climb to the top again.) She began speaking quietly “Honey, since the government helped your… transformation, they’d like some form of repayment.”

I turned to my right to face her, muscles rippling. Every movement I made, it felt like my muscles had to reposition themselves, show themselves off, make their presence known, and I loved it. “What do you mean?”

“They want you to fight.”

I didn’t want to, initially. It was my body, and I did what I wanted with it! But the more I thought about it, the more I believed it could do some good for me and the country. We’d intimidate other countries with me, the super-soldier. Children would look up to me. I’d be a national hero.

I nodded. “Let’s do this.”

Again, we drove to the lab, this time allowing me to sit in the front with her, watch her travel along the highway to the lab. We arrived, and I walked in the door once more, my presence filling the room like it does every room. The tall woman was there once again, and she quietly led me to a closet, pulling it open. A badass suit! Nice! I pulled it on, struggling to fit it over my massive body, but I eventually slipped into it, and gave my nod of approval. I was ready to use my developing powers to fight for our country. I was Captain America.

[ubertf]

It was the worst time of the year. The fall, harvest season. It meant that Matthew had to work his ass off every single day, and he had to stay home from school all day to help his stingy father work. Most people could just hire extra hands for the season, especially if it meant they wouldn’t have to withdraw their child from school, but not his father. Every day, since he was old enough to walk, his father had forced him to work. He’d done the finances, he’d sell the crops, he’d driven the combine. It was never-ending, a complete onslaught of constant work. They didn’t even make that much money. If that wasn’t bad enough, his father didn’t even seem to care for him. Sometimes Matthew wondered if he was born to be a farmhand.

       But the problem was, the farm work never seemed to have a physical effect on him. All the other farmer’s kids had grown strong, and calloused, and Matthew was still a softie. Maybe it’s because his father preferred him to drive the equipment, and there were no animals on their farm that Matthew had to wrestle. They were just normal plain farmers, in the fields of South Dakota. He was jealous of the others, the ones who looked tough and mature. Matthew wanted that look about him, he deserved to have it! Because he was a farmer, too. It wasn’t fair.

       It also meant Matthew had no social life. His father always wanted him to be on the farm, and even though he was a senior in high school he was still quite withdrawn. He’d always wanted to live in a city, like the giant ones on the East Coast. He’d been to Sioux Falls once, but he knew the tallest buildings there could be absolutely dwarfed. Matthew felt like he just didn’t fit in with his neighbors, his family, his state. He was meant for better and brighter things but with Matthew’s bad grades combined with a lack of funding (he used to have a college fund, but his father spent it on liquor according to his mother) it looked like he wouldn’t get a chance to go to college.

       Matthew woke up in a bad mood, like most days during the season. His alarm blared in his ear. He groaned and shut it off, then rolled out of bed. The room was bathed in darkness spare for moonlight flooding through his window, because it was only five in the morning. He padded over to his dresser, and flicked on the lightswitch. An old incandescent bulb lit up his room, and he began to get dressed.

       Out of nowhere, a giant bang rocked his house. Matthew jumped, startled. It came from somewhere outside. He peered out his window; there was… a bright light! Something out in the field… He pulled on a jacket and jeans, then ran down the stairs. He heard his father shout “What the hell was that?” but didn’t bother with a response. Matthew pushed the door open, and ran outside. There was… what looked like a giant rock! About 500 feet away from the house, he could cover it quickly. He ran to the rock, and as he got closer he noticed that it wasn’t actually on fire. It was just… glowing. It looked shiny, as well. Matthew walked closer. The sky started to brighten as he got closer and closer, and was eventually close enough to feel the heat of the object. It was a metal capsule that looked to be about 2 feet long in the shape of a cylinder, emblazoned with some kind of fancy “S” on front. The warmth penetrated his body, seemed to draw him closer and closer. The light seemed dimmer in the brighter glow of the sky, and the object seemed less foreign than familiar now, less threatening than friendly.

       Should he touch it? He reached his hand out to the metal capsule, and his hand glowed yellow with the light reflecting off the machine. His hand inched closer and closer. His hairs stood on end. He was getting close.

       “Matthew!” he heard someone yell. His hand jerked forward, and hit the capsule. Heat entered his body, channeling into his hand, then up his arm and shoulder, spreading through the rest of his body. “What the hell are you doing?”

       He was warm. He was comfortable and warm as the capsule popped open, and instantly Matthew heard a voice in his head, not in English, but he could understand it nonetheless.

       “Our planet is about to perish, and we have nothing left to give but these. Many of these capsules have been distributed across the galaxies, in vain hopes of finding a way to continue the legacy of the Kryptonian.”

       He looked at the interior of the capsule. A thick blue fabric laid within, and Matthew knew what he had to do. He reached his hand into the capsule, and ignored the shouts of his father from the front door of the house.

       Instantly, the warmth and energy in his body seemed to double, then triple, then it completely encompassed him. It grew and grew, and as it grew, Matthew felt himself grow. First, he lost the ring of fat that surrounded his stomach, as it was gently lifted off of him. Then, his legs grew. They thickened, and stretched, and Matthew felt them grow considerably longer as well as out. They turned from the respectable size they used to be into powerful slabs of meat, stretching along his leg and infusing it with Kryptonian energy. His jeans were stretched and torn off. As his baby fat melted away, his abdominal muscles tightened and hardened, and Matthew felt the sheer power of the muscles enter his power as a visible six pack emerged. He wasn’t expecting his penis to grow in size but it did, easily doubling and becoming considerably thicker, infusing his body with primordial male energy. The energy moved upward, and it entered his chest. It pushed out, becoming exposed and defined, ripping his shirt and jacket. Matthew groaned, feeling it coursing throughout his body. Then, it entered the arms. His shoulders pushed out, fighting for room among his crowded back. His biceps pushed out, and he felt them grow and become solid rocks. Matthew moaned once again with sheer power, and that moan turned into a scream as he let the energy out. He had transformed, grown about six inches. He must be over six and a half feet now. His muscles felt… powerful, rippling up and down his body. But, he was still completely naked as he felt the blue fabric intertwine with his body. It started at his chest, and draped over his entire body before slowly tightening, matching his every curve and ridge. The thick material covered everything beneath the neck, excluding the hands. It felt… tight, but comfortable. He wouldn’t mind showing off his new body. After that, shiny red boots materialized on his feet. He was pretty sure he knew where this was going. A loose fabric, red, attached itself to his shoulders. And then finally, the crest. He felt the S appear on his powerful chest, and it infused him with even more power.

       Superhuman power.

       His body got lighter, and he slowly lifted off the ground. His eyes warmed up, and he knew that he could shoot lasers from them. He felt invulnerable, solid as a rock. He felt countless other powers enter him: super speed, immortality, super intelligence… Matthew had become a God.

       No, better than that. He had become Superman.

       The powers stopped entering, and the crest remained on his chest. Matthew fell back to the ground, body encased in his super suit that he knew he would never be able to take off.

       “Yess…” he grumbled, admiring his body and power. He began walking back to the farmhouse, with his father staring at him, mouth agape.

He was at least a foot taller than his father now, and much more stronger. Too bad, he would never get close enough for them to compare. Matthew took off into the morning air, and felt his eyes turn a crystalline blue. He was Superman.

[ubertf]

[ubertf]

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