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Oh really, pal? You don't say! I can promise you, no more than 20k of those were me.

Haha!! Another 20k were probably me checking for comments!

Superman's Gift Tagline: A young man's life is forever changed when the Man of Steel gives him his powerful spandex underwear. Author note: this one is a quickie. I do not know the Superman lore very well, but I think it is a fun universe to explore, and I wanted to try something lighter after writing my really dark Superman story a few years ago. This is part 1 of a 2 part, I think. Let me know what you think I really appreciate the community's feedback. I packed my bags and got on the bus leaving Smallville forever. I was finally getting my first job as an assistant editor at the Daily Planet, having just graduated from junior college. Smallville was full of bullies and small-minded jerks, I was tired of them giving me crap for my small frame and I was tired of being the little guy who was always picked on. But now, I was heading to the big city to live a new life, one where I could start a new identity, get new friends and maybe, finally, find some respect. We were only about 50 minutes outside of the city, a good few hours until we got to Metropolis, when we heard a loud THUD on the side of the bus. "Woah!" we all shouted, as the bus tilted back and forth. "HAHA!" a menacing voice came from outside the bus as it literally pulled it to a screeching halt. The voice echoed around us as the entire bus was literally lifted and shook back and forth, rising 40, 50 almost 100 feet off the ground. "Oh Superman?!" the voice beckoned< "where are you?" I looked out the window to find a huge monstrosity of a being cackling with glee as he took sheer joy in torturing us. It was Doomsday! I had seen him only once before. The brute was massive. "Oh superman, where are you?" he said, shaking us, "I have a group of victims for you to rescue." He had tried to kidnap a bus full of people once before, Superman was able to defeat him, but I remember reading the Planet article said that Doomsday became immune to Superman's heat vision. How was he going to defeat Doomsday now, I thought, if he even knew of our peril. I could hear a whirl noise around us, the Man of Steel did hear us! He was flying around us and Doomsday, trying to taunt him, to get him to drop the bus. "HA!" Doomsday shouted and dropped the bus with all of us in it. I thought for sure we would be smashed upon impact, but Superman caught us and quickly set us down. Superman was always my hero, he was everyone's! He was the man I always wished I'd be every time I was picked on, and despite fearing for my life, I thought it so cool that I could finally see him with my own eyes, in action! The two of them started fighting, I could see it out the window. Superman, probably only 1/4 the size of Doomsday was using brute physical force to shove the monster further into the forest and away from the street. The bus driver tried to pull away but couldn't. "Let's get out of here!" he shouted, realizing the bus had completely broken down. We all fled, running in different directions, trying to avoid wherever the superbeings were and get to safety. I kept running further and further south but realized I was all alone after a few minutes. I could hear punching and screeching getting closer and closer to my proximity, and decided to hide under a fallen tree. I couldn't believe it when the superbeings knocked each other, flying, right into the ground less than 20 feet away from me, shattering the surface and creating a crater that stretched to my feet. Doomsday had the upper hand, after laying some successive blows into Superman, he picked him up with his fist and licked him with a long, disgusting, reptilian-like tongue. "AARGH!" Superman shouted, the saliva from Doomsday turning his cheek. "Mmm, tastes good," the low, grumbly voice shouted in glee. "And now, to take all of your powers," Doomsday continued," I finally created a toxin made from black kryptonite that will extract your powers and feed them to me! HAHA" the being laugh manically. "I used the bus of kidnapped humans to lure, and now...I have you!" Doomsday started breathing heavily, taking long, slow breaths I assumed to ready his poison. "No, Superman!" I thought to myself, "you have to come through," I could tell the Man of Steel was growing weaker and weaker, but he was fumbling in his side pouch near his underwear, a little container of something that he had. I saw him open it. It was green kryptonite and as soon as he released it a green puff of smoke emerged, knocking both of the superheroes out, "GARGH!" they both shouted, as the both lost the force of Doomsday's grip. They flew backwards, most of the kryptonite landing on Doomsday and causing him to thrash about, flying him against a tree and slumping down to the forest ground. Superman flew in the other direction, landing in a small brush and topping onto his stomach. He appeared badly hurt. Lifting my head higher, slowly gaining more confidence to see the scene, waited for the two superheroes to see if either would move. When they did not, I quietly, but quickly rushed to my hero's side. Bad boils started to form on Superman's skin, they were turning red then burning to a char-like color. "Superman!" I whispered, "You need help! What can I do to help you?" Superman turned to me with his weak eyes. "You," he said, "you must complete what I have failed." "what are you talking about?" I answered, "You have to get up before Doomsday awakens." "I cannot," he said, barely able to utter a word. "The kryptonite will turn Doomsday back into his human form for a short while, while he recharges his powers, then he will take over his true form once more and steal my powers from me. He already has drained me. You cannot let him take my powers." I felt terrible for Superman, but couldn't believe that he was going to ask me for help. "What can I do?" I asked. "Anything." "The end is coming for me," he whispered, the burns now completely covering his face, burning off his hair and shredding his superhero outfit. "The poison is destroying me, Ohhf..." "Quickly, son," he said, "take my spandex loin, and wear it. They are going to contain all of my powers, you must inherit them and use them to defeat Doomsday!" My hands started shaking with fear. "No, wait, what? I'm not cut out to be a superhero!" I said. "But you must," he said, "for I am...no...more..." Superman gagged and his skin deflated, his entire massive body flatting and curling into his suit. His suit in turn started to dissolve, all of it folding and melting into a red and blue goo that soaked into the underwear, leaving only the one piece of cloth on the ground. "Holy shit!" I whispered to myself. I paused for a brief moment then grabbed the briefs. I turned around to see the grey, rock-like monster Doomsday start to lose his own size. The brute started shrinking from his 15 foot frame down to 10 then 6 as his muscle mass flattened out to something much more human-like. He was transforming back into a human form! As the grey bulky mass dissolved, a bulked and young looking, tanned skin emerged, and he became someone I had seen before, but I wasn't sure his name. The rock body soaked into the skin leaving a naked, but still well-bulked, young guy probably around my age. I had seen him at a hospital before, I thought, but didn't know his name. I backed away quickly, the creature would surely awaken soon. I ducked behind some bushes and stared at him only for a moment before the naked man opened his eyes, a red, evil glow emerging from them. "Oh Superman," the man beckoned, his masculine voice not all that different from when he was in his superpowered state, "where did you go?" I slowly backed away as the naked man stood, walking with total confidence toward the burnt indentation where Superman's body once lay. His uncut dick rocked back and forth, its girth knocking between his thighs. The man had no qualms about his total nudity, he was completely comfortable with himself. He bent at the knees and I gulped as I watched his bulk ass stretch inward as his thigh muscles tightened. The thin, black covering of hair on his legs moved over the sides of his butt cheeks with total masculine effect. I was both intimidated and entrenched by him. Even the bullies who used to kick me to the ground in the showers weren't as big as this guy. There was no way I would be able to evade this guy for long. I looked in my hands at the lycra underwear that Superman left for me. I knew that they were more than just a covering for one's loins. These things must have had Superman's power wrapped into him. What if I put them on? Would I, become him? Could it be possible? "Where did you go!" Doomsday shouted as he stood once more. He took a deep breath through his nose, smelling for something suspicious. Smelling for....me. "My senses might not be as strong as a human, but I know something is afoot!" he shouted as he looked around. I knew I had no choice. I had to either put on the suit, or risk having the super being overpower me and take the suit for himself. If Doomsday gained all of Superman's powers, he would surely see the end of me right then and there. I quietly stepped out of my shoes and pulled off my socks. I had no time to think. No time to be scared for what would become of me. It was now or never. I pulled off my shirt and slowly took steps away from Doomsday as he started to identify where I could be. "Who else is here?" He asked with a smirk on his face. "Could this be a challenge? Could I met a match in my quest for Superman's powers?" He started walking toward me with a faster step,. I had no time. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, but the "zipp" sound immediately turned him to me. We met eye to eye. And he knew what I was up to. "Oh I don't think so, you human!" He shouted as his pace quickened. "That suit is mine, little man, and when I get it, I will see the end of you!" "Ahh!" I shouted, sounding like a little wimp, watching his eyes looking to me with utter evil and pleasure in destroying me. Doomsday couldn't use his powers while in human form, I could see that, but it wouldn't be long before he had recovered and would be back into his super evil being, and anyway his human strength and agility would easily power over me. I had to get the suit on if I wanted to live at all. I dropped my jeans and now, only in my boxers, I ran, I ran as fast as I could, I hurdled over fallen trees and bushes, I jumped over a stream and bed of rocks. I moved faster than I ever had in my life. I had to hurry, I could hear the steps behind me running with ferocious energy. I pulled down my boxers and left them behind me, getting completely naked. I had no time to waste, no time to think for a moment, and certainly no time to be embarrassed by my skinny frame and nude figure. I unfurled the lycra but kept running. They were small but still fit Superman's massive frame inside it, they would surely fit mine. I slowed down for only a moment to slip my left foot through it, before picking back up the pace. I immediately felt my running ability hasten as I gained more stamina. The underwear was pushing some kind of strength into me, even if it wasn't all of the Man of Steel's powers. I gained just enough distance from Doomsday to fully stop and step my right leg through. I had no time to think. I started pulling the suit up my legs, feeling ever increasing amounts of strength and stamina fill my legs when Doomsday finally caught up with me. But he was too late. I wrapped the suit over my skinny butt and pulled the suit up over my crotch and onto my waste as fast as I ever could. The second the lycra "snapped" over my waste, Doomsday turned me around by force. But within that same split second, the suit started pouring power into me, up through my butt and pecker, into my balls and out through my body. I could feel it, the powers of the man of steel, and at that very moment all of my humanly desires and mortal wants flew aside, I was becoming Superman, I was becoming immortal. Doomsday grabbed the suit at my crotch but the suit, now my own, now fully claimed by me, sparked a red and blue shock of electricity on his hand, scarring it. "SHIT!" the monster shouted, backing his naked body away from me. "Oh no!" he said, "NO NO NOOOO!" "YES!" I Shouted in reply, "watch me, Doomsday, watch me claim what is now rightfully Mine!! ARRRRGH!'" As Superman's confidence pulled itself out of the suit and into me, so too did his powers. My back uncontrollably stretched and bent itself as I felt the suit's power pour out from my loins and into my body, my back and abs gaining muscle and girth, pushing themselves outward and defining a deep, crevice 8-pack as my Adonis cut a deep V pointing down toward my crotch. Doomsday stared as he saw my pecs flatten and bulk outward, doubling the size of his as hair emerged from over the suit and up my abs and onto my chest. My shoulders broadened as my arms bulked outward, biceps doubling then tripling their size both upward and outward, veins stretching under my skin and elongating my forearms and hands. My legs too exploded into footballs, growing outward and lengthening my frame from 6 to 6.5 feet, hair growing downward over my body. My cock started pushing itself against the lycra, and as it increased size, the power of the suit poured more into it, my sausage curving over my balls as they become completely discernible underneath the cloth. I rubbed it and felt an immediate explosion of orgasm, way better than I ever had as a mortal. "Fuck yea!" I told myself, growing ever more confident in my form as more hair emerged under my arm pits and on my face, creating a shadow over my face. "Watch Doomsday, for it will surely be your last time as a free man! HAHAH!" I said, my body lifting itself as I gained the power of flight. I could feel all of Superman's powers as well as some of Doomsday's powers from his black kryptonite toxin leaking into my own body, I had trouble making sense of how to use them for I knew nothing of super powers before, but the orgasmic feeling of gaining them was so intoxicating that I wished for nothing else. I didn't want it to end. "MORE! MOOOORRRREE!" I shouted as I exploded with Superman's powers. "Superman, I will completely your mission, as soon as I deal with this mutant!" I swore to him, and as I did, the lycra from the suit spread outward from the underwear, moving down my legs, and up over my bulked torso and abs, reforming a new Superman uniform over me. Growing a cap out behind me as I levitated above Doomsday. The transformation complete, I quickly flew around the sky before returning to Doomsday. I Kicked him to turn him around but saw him cackling. "You think this is it? Just because you're the new Superman?!" He shouted. He flew up from the ground in one jump, the naked man returning to his feet. I flew down to the ground and set my feet next to his, shoving him backwards. "You know not of what I am capable of!" He shouted, his body bulking up once more as a grey rock-like form returned to him once more. He was returning to his super form! "You want a fight?" He asked, bulking to twice the size of my own new super form. "Come and get it!" To be continued.

Good summary, Kymuscleboy!

Hmmmmm, does my magic eight ball forsee a sweaty (and fake tan soaked) threeway as the...errrr...climax of the. MU student show? The portents are favorable!!!

It's really hard to comment on this without giving anything away but I'm loving all the speculation going on here!

Thanks for this lovely feedback @biggymnast84 - I'm glad you're enjoying it so much. I've said this to others here before - I kinda love the idea of people eagerly checking the forum for new chapters! Thanks again, mate.

You would be, indeed. But don’t let that stop you!

Would I be a massive tease if I said I had an idea for a whole Deano spin off story in my head where we get to meet Deano Snr and his older bodybuilding brother (both of whom are also piss taking, twat faced pocket rockets)?

El dia transcurre sin nada mas interesante. Vuelvo a mi casa y agarro mi celular. Decido buscar a Toto en las redes. Lo encuentro en instagram y es privado, le mando solicitud. Me meto en facebook debido a la curiosidad y encuentro lo que estaba buscando. Toda una galeria de Toto. En la playa en verano, jugando al rugby en Alemania, en traje en un casamiento. En todas las fotos lo veo inmenso. Con un par de tetas musculosas que son la envidia de todo fisicoculturista profesional, una panza grande dura capaz de hacer rebotar a cualquiera, dos brazos enormes del tamaño de troncos, dos jamones de toro con un bulto remarcado en el medio y por ultimo ese culo monumental, jugoso y gordo, que es capaz de romper todo pantalon que le pongan. Es una bestia y me gusta me doy cuenta. Tiene algo. Es un macho dominante. Me empiezo a pajear y pienso en él, sus musculos, su fuerza, sus eruptos, su pecho, todo su cuerpo. Y todo lo que toque de el. Acabo rapido pero fue una de las mejores que he tenido. Nuevo dia. Llego al colegio y voy al baño como siempre. No esta Toto por suerte. Veo el horario y recien tengo historia en la ultima hora. Fiu. Se pasan las horas y no lo veo en todo el día. Llega historia, y me siento solo con el banco vacio a mi derecha. Viene un amigo y se sienta conmigo y hacemos el trabajo. Este dia entrenamos. Salgo del colegio al vestuario, me cambio rapido y voy a entrenar. Lo hacemos rapido y serio y el entrenamiento se pasa volando. No lo vi al gordo todavia. Que raro pienso. Me vuelvo a mi casa y extenuado me voy a dormir despues de comer. No paro de pensar en Toto y que le habra pasado. Me levanto al dia siguiente. Viernes. Me lavo los dientes, desayuno y parto al colegio. Camino por el pasillo, saludo a algunos y entro al baño. Me dirijo directo a mear y no me percato de mis alrededores. Escucho un ruido. Como de una cerradura. Termino de mear y lo veo. Me tapa toda la vista. -Me extrañaste enano ayer?- es un mastodonte. Está más alto parece y más ancho. Me agarro con la bragueta abierta. -La tenés enana! JA JA JA. Aparte, estoy viendo bien o estás contento de verme?- él se frota su manopla sobre su panza y veo como la remera se le sube para arriba, mostrando su caminito y ombligo. -Te gusta lo que ves o no? Ayer estuve todo el día comiendo y en el gimnasio. Por eso falté. Hay que mantener este cuerpo o no?- se toca las tetas y las hace rebotar al unísono. -Estás enorme Toto! Lo que habrás comido gordo e!- -JA! Te puedo morfar ahora si quiero. Pero antes otras cosas prefiero hacer...- veo que se lanza sobre mi y no tengo tiempo de reaccionar. Me agarra con sus manos y me rompe la remera. Me deja en cuero. -Sos enano. JA JA. Mira lo que es un verdadero macho!- Toto se rompe la remera flexionando las tetas peludas y sus gruesos brazos. Su panza me aprieta contra la pared y siento su calor. Entonces Toto me gira y siento un mastil en mi culo. -Te puedo romper el culo aca mismo... JA JA te estoy jodiendo amigo. Aun así, Veo como me miras y se que te gusto. Te gusta esto o no?- me vuelve a girar y estoy enfrente de su panza que me aprieta contra la pared. No puedo moverme. Estoy atrapado. Aprovecho y lo empiezo a manosear. Le froto la panza enorme que me cubre por completo y siento la fuerza de los abdominales por debajo de la grasa. Arriba de mi cabeza estan sus dos pectorales gordos que me hacen sombra. Intento de rodearlo con mis brazos para tocarle el culo pero no puedo. Ni siquiera llego a su cintura. Es muy ancho. Debe ser como cinco veces yo de ancho. -Sos enorme Toto. Y estas gordo pero duro al mismo tiempo. Cuanto estas pesando?- hablo casi que sin aire por toda la presion que hace su cuerpo en mi. -Estoy muy pesado enano. Anoche llegue a los 170 kilos. Soy 80% musculo y lo demas grasa. Pero grasa buena. Mira esta busarda.- acto seguido me agarra con sus dos brazos y me aprieta contra la pared que es su panza. -Te voy a dejar hacer solo una cosa porque veo que estas alzado.- me mira desde arriba con su cara masculina y sonrie con la boca abierta.- Te voy a dejar que me toques este culo inmenso que tengo. Necesito unos masajes ya.- se gira y lentamente observo el pedazo de gluteos que tiene. Dos sandias bien marcadas que explotan el pantalon y no dejan mucho a la imaginacion. Me acerco y con mis manos aprieto cada nalga y las exprimo. No puedo. Estan bien tonificadas y marcadas. Toto las mueve y las siento vivir en mis manos. Entonces veo como sus dos manos las abren hasta el punto de casi romper el pantalon y las cierra con mi cabeza en el medio. Él hace fuerza y aplasta mi craneo. -Ahora se viene lo mejor enano!- el pedo mas fuerte me retumba en la cabeza y me hace vibrar todo el cuerpo. El olor me sacude y me hace lagrimear. Toto se gira y se toca el paquete enfrente de mi cara. -Te gustó e putito.- lentamente se pone su campera, que la estalla, abre la puerta del baño y se va.

Adventure Number Three – Continued These three wrestlers were probably some of the biggest guys on campus. Did their size make it easier for them to assume the role of the bully? Or was there some traumatic incident from their childhood that made them look for opportunities to emphasize their maleness by picking on someone smaller and weaker? Here I was, this nerdy, pint-sized, kind of effeminate freshman that probably weighed the same amount as one of their muscled legs, but they were looking at me with pleading, don’t hurt us faces. I could feel a certain amount of awareness of what made a bully tick – what made a guy feel like making someone else feel less than or dominated. I was still in touch with my true inner self to know not to give into my urge to do anything to them simply for pleasure. The reprimand needed to equal the offense. I got off on my power, that needed to always be said and held up to the light. I wanted to own that part of my personality, completely, so it didn’t rule everything I felt. I wanted to teach these guys a lesson, have a little fun at the same time, and be able to think back on my feats of strength later on so they could fuel my jerk-off sessions. I grabbed a few undemolished dumbbells from a rack near the mats where we were about to start our wrestling session. I held them out to two of the guys. “Here, pound my abs with these and use all of your strength. I want to see if I can feel anything.” I detected a glimmer of pleasure in the faces of all three men. I think they were worried that I was going to pound their bodies into pulp with the weights, and when I invited them to blast away at me with their full strength I could tell it excited them. I was beginning to realize that all guys – gay, straight, big, small, whatever – found strength and power hot and exciting. The pack always follows the alpha, right? Sometimes, the smallest dude in the mafia was the leader, the boss man – with huge behemoths doing his bidding with enthusiasm and joy that seemed baffling. But there are also big strong men that get off on meeting smaller, but more powerful guys. I had clearly stumbled on three guys that secretly had this fetish. Two of the dudes started swinging the thick dumbbells into my stomach with all of their might – moaning loudly when my abs absorbed the pounding without any problem and my body didn’t move at all. Watching iron strike your stomach and you don’t feel a thing can be pretty amazing. Both big men tried their hardest to get me to acknowledge their assault in some way. I simply looked at my fingernails like some non-caring receptionist, totally oblivious to their pounding. I reached out and grabbed both guys by their more than hefty traps muscles. I squeezed, not hard enough to do damage, but hard enough to make them immediately stop swinging the dumbbells. I could sense how little effort I would have to exert to really hurt them, but I didn’t give into those urges. I was here to teach lessons, not to disable someone. “I might as well have given you feathers, fellas. I felt nothing,” I said and loved how it made them all moan. I picked up one of the big guys, held him over my head to the delight of his pals, and then tossed him into the other two, knocking them all to the ground. I did it just because I could. And the fact that it would thrill them. Sure enough, they were quickly all back on their feet, like puppies begging for a second treat. My brain opened up to a previous uncontemplated thought – this is what was addictive for bullies. This power to do things like toss guys around as if they were pillows – or something even lighter. The only real difference between these guys and what I did was that my intention wasn’t to hurt others. I played with them because they liked it. I guess if a bully could be turned gay, if he wasn’t already, and find a guy that was into him showing off his power he might not need to be a bully at all. It was an interesting revelation. I contemplated it as the three big dudes rushed me and I simply raised my forearms to block them, making all three bounce off hard and go back down to the ground. Again, they were up quickly - back on their feet, ready for more. These guys were insatiable. I had this strange feeling they wouldn’t be completely satisfied unless there were a few bones broken – me showing them in the most powerful way how much stronger I was than the three of them – put together. Well, that wasn’t going to happen, so they’d just have to settle for being worn out by a dweeb. One of them rushed me again and I threw my arms around him as my body easily withstood him plowing into me. He was too big to enable my hands to meet in back, because of my short arms, but those strong things could still squeeze. His feet came off the floor as I tightened my arms and leaned back. He let out a loud scream-moan as I unleashed my power on his torso. I was barely compressing my arms but I knew it felt like the Hulk was hugging him. His breathing seemed strained and I knew I was squeezing the air out of him. How easy it would have been to snap his back, but that wasn’t who I was. Suddenly, the other two big guys jumped on us – clearly intending to bring me down. I easily stood my ground and held three big dudes off the ground, latched on to me like leeches. I decided walking around would really send their excitement through the roof. “Fellas, you don’t even feel like a light jacket draped on me. See how easy it is for me to walk around. Damn, three grown men as light as air. I could shake this puny body hard and send you guys soaring across the gym. Wanna feel that, guys? Wanna go sailing through the air like a bird just because this little man decided to give a powerful shrug? No need to answer, I can feel all of you shivering with delight. So, you in the bear hug – you’re turning blue. I’m thinking I need to let some air into those lungs, huh? Yeah, let’s lessen that squeeze. Wow, listen to that deep inhale. You were definitely oxygen deprived. So, I’ve been wandering around with the three on top of me for a while, now. You’d think a puny guy like me would feel something, right? Not a thing, fellas. You’re as insignificant as a little snowflake to me. I’m this petite flower of a man hoisting around three big muscled wrestlers like someone packed the strength of Hulk, Superman, and Thor into just one of my weenie arms. What’s with the moaning, fellas? It’s like porn to you when I talk about how small I am, isn’t it? That so turns me on.” I’d never had three big strong college athletes groping me at the same time – especially as I easily did squats with all three of their bodies attached to me – each of them having to bend their legs when I went down because they were so much taller than I was. At that moment, I wished I was big enough to bear hug all three of them at the same time – to squeeze the breath out of three huge wrestlers simultaneously was seriously hot. I had to settle for my short limbs barely reaching around one of them, but being able to hug him so tight he’d cum like a tube of toothpaste squirting – but it wasn’t time for that right now. I was having too much fun. I was a tiny alpha with a pack of huge wrestler dudes. They were ready to do whatever I asked because they knew I could make them do it. Who would have figured power could be so intoxicating? I shook my body lightly, but it still sent the two guys who had jumped me flying and they hit the mats with a loud thud. I also dropped the dude I had been hugging and he laid there like a wet rag – still struggling to get air. I threw my arms into a most muscular pose and growled. I looked like one of those wimps in a before, not after, picture for one of those fake bodybuilding ads in the back of comic books. I’m sure I looked ridiculous, but it actually impressed my onlookers. “How does it feel to be dominated by a squirt, fellas. Some guys would be ashamed that their big muscled body wasn’t able to take down a wimpy shrimp. You three, however, seem to like getting defeated . . . you seem to like it a lot. Power is power, right? Doesn’t matter what a guy looks like if he can pick up a dumbbell and smash it easily. Some muscle cars look weak and small, but when you rev up that powerful engine, most dudes instantly sport a little wood. A powerful machine is just something that can impress most men. A powerful man does the same thing. It so doesn’t matter that I’m less than half the size of even one of you. What do you want to see, fellas?” One of the guys handed me an iron plate that was basically the size of my entire upper torso. The dude definitely wanted to play and I was right there with him. I knew just how to please. It took both hands of the guy to pass the big thing to me, but I put one finger through the hole in the middle and held it perfectly steady without any problem. There was instantly a chorus of moans and all three athletes started openly rubbing their crotches. I guess we had passed the point of modesty or the fear of appearing gay. Strength had a way of doing that. My onlookers just wanted to see my power – they didn’t care about anything else. That so turned me on, too. I put two more of my small fingers and my thumb into the hole and then started fanning them out, slowly. Just a simple widening of my fingers. Each guy stopped breathing as he saw the opening in the middle of the plate start to expand. I was using only my fingers to stretch iron like it was just a rubber band. Soon the cavity was much bigger and I put two fingers from my other hand inside it, as well. With two small-ish fingers of both of my tiny hands I started to pull the iron plate apart. It was like I was merely ripping a cotton ball apart. Iron being torn in two can be quite noisy, also. The sound definitely increased the crotch rubbing happening in front of me. The gym was filled with iron giving up and letting my fingers abuse it – as if it were just paper. The plate soon ripped completely in two. “Look at that fellas, mighty mouse tearing iron apart the same way you guys might pull a tortilla in two. It feels awesome to pull apart something supposedly indestructible and too strong for human hands. I can see that you guys like the show as much as I do. That’s some powerful crotch rubbing, guys. Now let’s put the two pieces together and rip those apart at the same time.” You would have thought the three guys were kids going to the circus for the first time. They crowded around my feet to watch the show. I slapped the two torn pieces of metal together, turned them sideways and ripped them in two again the way a child might manipulate two pieces of bread. I grunted a little just to make the guys think this was a task that gave me a little resistance, when in truth it was a breeze. My crotch throbbed with joy at the idea that iron would yield to the power of my hands so easily. I then started crumpling the shredded iron into a blob – just squeezing as easily as someone else would wad up a piece of paper. The big plate was now the size of a baseball. I knew it still weighed as much as it had before, I had just rearranged its molecular structure – so I tossed it up and down in the air like a coin, just to impress my worshippers. Their gaze followed it up and down in the air – amazed beyond what they ever could have imagined. I loved how you could see imprints of my small fingers in the iron ball as it was toss up and down by one small palm. “Look at you guys – dudes who used to bully anyone smaller than you – now worshipping a short skinny geek like he was some magnificent deity granting all of your wishes. Want me to be your little genie, fellas? Want me to make all of your strength fantasies come true. My, how the tables have turned. So, here’s the deal my worshipping big jocks. This mighty mouse isn’t going to make any dreams come true unless you three choose a new path, turn over a new leaf, and become new men. Do you understand? Wow, look how fast all of you nodded in agreement. You three are a bunch of verified power sluts, aren’t you? Again, with the head bobbing. What if all your wrestling buddies knew you’ve been stroking your meat because of little old me? Getting major hard-ons just because some dweeb has the strength of the Hulk in his scrawny body. Man, I love converting bullies. I just want to make sure you understand what I’ll do if I hear you three have even spoke negatively about another guy. As you watch me squeeze the hell out of this iron ball in my powerful hand, I want you to think about what I’m going to do to you if I hear you’ve forgotten our little talk.” I caught the now compacted iron plate in my palm, held it in the air, wrapped my short fingers around it as much as I could, and started to squeeze. It looked easy, because it was. Making something so solid, so strong yield to my hand was such an incredible rush to my cock. I knew I had to be careful, because my dick had so much power it would easily burst through my underwear if I didn’t contain my excitement. My huge worshippers did not have that same worry. They watched my hand with so much unabashed pleasure I knew we’d have three sticky crotches before I was done. Iron seeped out between my fingers as I squeezed so hard the ball of iron turned into a smashed flattened blob of metal that showed my fingers and thumb perfectly. It looked like a child’s kindergarten art project that they’d give to their parents so mom and dad would remember how small they were at one time. I let the destroyed plate fall to the ground with a thud. As anticipated, three crotches erupted as soon as the fellas saw the mangled blob on the mat below. It was too much for them to know that thing had once been a heavy plate they’d struggle with to put on the end of a bar for intense lifting. Finally, after the spasms of their orgasms subsided, they broke away from their transfixed gaze on the crushed iron and looked at little me. I had my hands on my hips so my skinny arms were out at my side – a classic Superman pose. “So, here’s the ground rules. My super strength is our little secret. Got it? Yeah, that’s it – just nod in agreement. If you break that rule or if you’re ever mean to anyone again I’ll first tell everyone how you three are into little dudes. Then, I’ll come for a visit and we’ll find a part of your body that I can treat the same way as I just did that light-as-hell plate. I’m not sure bones will rearrange themselves the same way iron does as I squeeze. It’s just plain and simple, you’re nice guys now. You see a little man struggling in the gym, you’re going to be right there to help him. Let’s have those nods in agreement. Yeah, that’s my three big wimp pigs – getting off on my tiny man power. So, you’re also going to have to confess to destroying school property – the door, the walls, the weights. It will be kind of a bonus for you, though – people will think you’re really strong. We’ll all know the truth though, won’t we? So, I’m glad we had this chat. I’m glad I helped you three have some powerful orgasms. But I’m mostly happy that I got to show off and you are now changed men. I’ve got to be off now, so I can get off. Aw, look at those puppy dog faces. Don’t worry, when you least expect it I’ll drop by for another night of strength feats. Meanwhile, I don’t think you’ll be forgetting me any time soon. Night, fellas.”