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  1. Hey guys. This is my first story being post here. And it is written with the help of one of my friends. Hopefully you all enjoy it as much as I write it. Please do excuse all the grammar mistakes. Iska vs Superman Iskarion: The Justice League Hall is in complete shambles. What else would you expect when I am paying a visit to this place. Walls destroyed, floors collapsed, furniture and equipment broken and spread everywhere, heroes of all sorts have fallen all around, beaten and broken. All of them are in still in ecstasy spasming and cock twisting with nothing coming out. They all have been drained dry. Their spandex suits are not longer filled to the brink of tearing the silky smooth spandex apart with their previous muscular body. What a shame! They have all been conquered by me, Iska. While being pounded by Batman, the last hero standing, I ignore his little tickles and tactics, not even bothering to acknowledge him. For I am displeased. I have been created as a super soldier from some ‘wanna be the ruler of the world’ organization. They had abducted me, experimented on me till I was changed. And what a change. I look down on my body, wrapped in a skin-tight black lycra nano weave suit. Supposed to help my body by protecting or reducing damage and harm. Guess it has done it’s job since none here have been even able to make a scratch on me, nor dent my dense muscle or even get me move me from my spot by a single inch. I have easily overpowered all of them. I turn my attention to my thick quads, the lines clearly visible in the suit. Grabbing my junk, even in its flacid state, for none here was able to excite me, the visible package big enough to be the envy of even any Superheroes. Chuckling on my little joke there I slowly move my hands over my 2 sets of 4 deeply cut square bricks, divided by a wide deep gutter. The suit is so tight it clearly accentuated them, probably melting people’s minds by just looking at them, and bobbing my 2 massive slaps of meaty pecs. A small smile creeping up when I remember how the Martian Hunter’s punch just bounced off them. Barely tickled me. Of course the one measly punch I have given him has him ended up ko in a crater on the other side of the city. The holes through the dozens of skyscrapers between me and him is the evident on the path he has just taken. But my arms, yeah I think I like my arms the most. When I flex them the biceps bulging big time. And I cannot even flex them to full size, feeling that even this suit has its limits, barely able to contain the muscle I am packing in my current semi flexed state. It would probably tear of should I flex my biceps to full or do a most muscular, especially after draining all these so call superheroes just now. Guess the scientists who have created me made some miscalculations. A pity. For them. Though not that they could complain, after all I have showed them my ‘gratitude’ by enslvaing them, and deposing the organization controlling them, after they finish presenting me to their leader. Oh not because of the kindness of my heart, but why I would serve them as their lapdog when I am clearly superior to them. They want to rule the world. Well so do I. but I will rule alone. I won’t need anything that is more pathetic then me. Which brings me back to the now. First order of business is to destroy the one place that could cause me the most problems. I have no worries regarding the guns and tanks of those mere humans, even nukes should not harm me I have been told, but these heroes, that might be a different case. So I storm this place, trash it, defeat every hero there is. Big, small, men, women, human, alien… it doesn’t matter. It has been a big one-man orgy just a few moments ago. All pathetic heroes and heroines have been fully fucked and drained. And they all have been such a disappointment. None could harm me. None has given me a challenge whatsoever. I haven’t blink an eye. Not even a single drop of sweat has formed on my body. Further evidence of my magnificence. I sigh deeply, I crave for a challenge, but if nobody here can beat me, then conquering the world might actually become a boring job. This has thoroughly fouled my mood. Then a big noise wakes me up out of my musings. Noticing Batman is still trying to beat me and has just fired some rocket on me. Just one? Must have contained something that probably would have beaten someone else. But not me. You know for a guy with no powers I would think he is a smart guy or else he would have died a long time ago. But nothing he has done so far had any effect on me. During my musings I actually even forget he is still around. Either a very stubborn guy, or the biggest fool of them all. Time to end this joker he is. With a casual flick of the back of my hand I smack his face, cracking his skull, forcing his body to fly through several walls before he finally crashes into some lobby furniture where his broken body remains still. I breath in deep, sucking in almost all the air in half the city, for a moment creating a near vacuum till air from further out rushes in and fills in the void and then I release all the air I had sucked in through a powerful scream of frustration. I needed something to vent, perhaps screaming would do. The force behind it so powerful the Hall is blown apart and every window in the city and beyond shatters. For a moment silence reigns, then it is filled with car alarms going off, peoples screaming and running for their lives. Won’t be long before this section of the city is devoid of other life. And the rest of the city is being evacuated by the mayor as I am standing there trying to decide if I would conquer this world now or not even bother with it since they are not worthy of my attention. Yet what else would I do with my time if not that. Again I sigh deep. I just wish I could have fought something more challenging. But alas it seems that the one guy who might give me some fun was not in the Hall. Nor has he came to aide his fellow. Where could he be? Superman: I have been on my diplomatic mission for another world for almost a month now. Everything finally calms down to the point I can leave and go back to earth to enjoy some R&R. I fly through space taking a little detour to various yellow suns to do some sunbathing. I have got to work on my tan, right. Besides. I am sure everything is just chucking along well with Justice League I charge. They will contact me if something big is going down for sure anyway. Soon coming to an end of my journey reach earth, my second home, but the only one I know. Flying pass Jupiter, I hear a faint cry from Batman, “Superman…… “. The rest is all jumbled. That’s not reassuring. I instantly fly in max speed towards earth and entering earth with a supersonic boom that probably surprise everyone on earth; but given the circumstance I must take my chance to ensure the safety of my old pal Batman. I arrive at the Hall of Justice in total ruin, where the symbol of “True, Justice, and a better Tomorrow” lays. Walking among the ruin, I see some new heroes and heroines who have just been induced to the JLA scattering across the ruin along with the destruction at every corner. I look for Batman with my X-ray vision and see that he is laying on a destroyed couch barely alive. His skull is cracked with multiple bone fractures all over his body. Who process this kind of power here on Earth? I immediately start stabilizing Batman. He will heal eventually, but it will be a tough road for him. I hear a roar when I try to make Batman more comfortable. And Batman whispers to me, “Be careful of Iska…….” to just fainted away after. The voice alone forces the structure to shake and windows to burst. I follow the voice trail to a figure standing in the middle of once used to be a grand meeting room wearing all black. The Lycra suit tailored perfectly to his muscular physique showing off all the definitions. He must be Iska that Batman refers to earlier. He is impressive indeed in physical terms with all the bells and whistles. Almost as good as me that is. His intention on the other hands is pure evil with the destruction of JLA headquarter alone. No longer able to control my anger, I appear right in front of him merely inches away. His face tells me all I need to know: a total shock in his eyes. A bitch slap follows smacking Iska down to the ground immediately with a deafening boom. My finger imprints are clearly visible on his face: bright red. Not wasting another second, my right foot stomps on Iska’s head pushing it deeper to the ground causing the structure to vibrate and thousands of pieces falling around us. “You are Iska, right?” roaring at him. “Answer me, you motherfucker!” Another stomp to his head; another shake to the JLA Hall of Justice. Iskarion For a moment I do not realize what is happening. One moment my roar is damaging the city. The next I see a blur surprising me and then a pang of pain coursing through my face. Pain? Me? And then I understand that just like the proverbial cavalry HE finally arrives to the scene. Furious of what I have done to the place he has painstakingly built he is now stomping my head into the floor. I feel his boot ramming into my face, the floor cracking around my head while it’s pushed inches into the reinforced floor, the power behind it shaking the surrounding grounds, only adding fear to the few people who have not yet run away far enough. And enough I have of his incessant stomping of my beautiful face. My right arm raises and grabs the sole of his foot when he tries to stomp again, stopping it in it’s track, My arm visibly bulging and outlined in my suit. While with my other arm I start pushing up my body, fighting back his power. But it is not enough. Superman just simply reinforce the strength and I am once again deep inside the concrete floor. This is at a level I had not experienced before. This… This is the strength I craved for. The power I have been created to fight. The ultimate test I want… no need… to challenge and overcome. I gather all my strength and block his leg one last time. I am only half successful. His leg has contacted my face, but it is only half of the force of the previous one. I grab onto his leg and twist with full force. You are surprised by my sudden strength and stumbled to the ground. Now standing upright with your foot still hold tight by my hand I smile. “Yes Superman, I am Iska, and I am your doom.” I flex my muscle and my hand which holds your foot pulls you in and I sling you over me, slamming your chest first into the ground, creating a crater with your body. I pull you up and throw you over to the other side, slamming your back, creating another crater. And again, and again and… I slam your body back and forth to the ground. Seeing all that muscle being trashed finally makes my groin stir a little bit. But much more will be needed to fully awaken my dormant monster. And more is what you will give me. I finish by lifting you up again, swirl you around over my head and then let go, the force great enough to make you fly through dozens of skyscrapers, some of them breaking in two, their topside sliding and falling off, collapsing to the ground, ravaging the city with debris, while your body continues to fly unimpeded till it leaves the city and crashes into one of the tops of a mountain range visible at the horizon, obliterating that top with your body, finally coming to a rest. I crack my neck, feeling my face, a bruise forming, but no harm done. Slowly I rise out of the rubble and hoover over the city, half keeping an eye on you, the other half checking out my body. The power… So intoxicating. Just a fraction of my strength being realized, and I am already throwing your body around like a ragdoll. Who knows what I can do when I go all out. Superman My plan has worked flawlessly. We are now out of the city far away from any civilization. Pretending to be beating by Iska and have him thrown me all the way out here is the only way to lead him to battle with me in the middle of nowhere. I myself don’t even have a scratch, even my suit is still in perfect condition. If he were to even give me a scratch, he would have had a lot more to show for than what he has just done to me. The crash into the mountain is a smoking gun to lure Iska to this specific location. I see him hop and jump through all the debris trying to catch up to me. I intentionally speed up to increase our distance between us. By the time he arrives at the foot of the mountain. I already have a plan for him. I fly straight into his abs spearing him with my left shoulder from the clouds and smokes still settling from my supposed crash. The hit was perfect. His 4 sets of 2 brick wall starts to cave in looking more like a big hole between a set of bricks now. His eyes bulges out, mouth open wide, just like his bigger than life bulge right below his brick wall. In fact, I can see than his bulge stirs as I hit him in the abs. He starts to fly, but I catch both of his hands with mine in time and pull him towards me, and I knee him in the abs a few more times in quick succession to get some more air out of him as the momentum carries over from spearing him just before. Iska trys flexing his abs to soften my blow, of course, what he thinks he can do has no relation to reality. My knees meet his “brick wall” or whatever he calls it several more times until the momentum runs out. His abs are much softer now, just the way I like it. His now torn suit has confirmed just as much. Probably the result of him flexing too much and being knee-ed by Superman. The suit just couldn’t take the stretching anymore, I guess. We are both flying toward the sky now. Well, I am fly, he is being knee-ed up the sky. The momentum shoots up into the air after meeting my knee is finally gone. I roundhouse kick him from the top right on his head with my perfectly aimed right leg. His flight path changes again, now toward the ground. I fly in supersonic speed towards to earth before he hits the grounds BOOM!!!!!! My right knee is there to meet him with the OTK as he speeds toward the ground. His back folded backward with my hands forming a hammer hitting him in the abs at the same time. BOOM!!!! Air completely rushes outwards from us in “swoof” after “swoof”. He bounds off my knee. Once again, he is laying on the ground. It must be something he has never encountered before, which is one gift I am willing to give to send him on his way. Animals and birds are all startled and screaming trying to run away from here. He should be doing the same thing too. Unfortunately, he is the one who has triggered the anger in me. Guess who looks more like a ragdoll now. Suddenly I smell a scent coming off from his body. He is actual releasing his sexual Pheromones in increasing amount. This bitch is in HEAT!!!! It seems that beating him up gives him euphoria. Precum is oozing out at his bulge in a giant wet spot on his black lycra suit. I snort. He may be strong, stronger than most, but his body is still very human. His body is betraying him, betraying his mind. His body knows what he actually wants. Iskarion I don’t expected my single attack to do much harm to superman, if any. But I sure make him angry. The power behind his sudden spearing of my abs surprises me. Not in any of the tests I have performed for the scientists I even need to flex my abs. nor in my trashing of the Hall. But here for the first time I regret not flexing them. In the span of barely a minute my core is thoroughly beaten and trashed. The nanosuit not even able to reduce the power of a single punch, totally overwhelmed it rips apart under his fists, revealing my amazing set of bricks into the daylight. Still being totally overwhelmed I am kneed up into the sky where my head receives the most powerful kick I ever felt, a pang of pain shooting through my body while I rush towards the ground, only being intercepted by your knee and hands, my body seemingly being pulverized in between before I collapse to the ground. Taking a moment to process what just has happened, I feel my abs burn, my back flaring, the midsection of my suit gone, shredded into nothingness by your onslaught. And my own rod having slithered down my leg, starting to reveal it’s size. But nothing has been broken and though my abs are reddening I flex them now and see them shift into even more denser and compact form, ready to take on even more punishment should the need arise. While rising up to my feet I chuckle. This must have been the strongest beating I ever got, yet my body has not failed on me. I flex my body to you, showing off my muscle and that still not a single drop of sweat has appeared on my body. It will take more then this to destroy me. That I now know. But I have felt your power, now knowing I cannot take you lightly. So in a sudden burst of speed I close in on you, pump out my chest, pecs swelling, my arms flexed, biceps bulging to a size never seen myself before, not restraining them anymore. The upperpart of my suit not simply tearing or shredding here and thee, but simply bursting apart in thousands little pieces, the cloth flying in all directions, showing off my impressive muscular size to you. Your eyes widening some, probably realizing the challenge and potentional defeat from utter power beast powering up right in front of you. My fists unleashing a flurry of punches straight into your core and chest, hitting your dense abs and pecs. From the first punches your suit gets shredded into oblivion. My fists digging in deep into your bricks and causing ripples moving ovr your pecs. with speed no mere human can follow I unleash hundreds of punches into your body, turning it into a punching bag. The feeling arousing me even more, precum leaking out of my rod, enlarging the wet spot in my pants. I then move low, launch my right fist from below, rising up, rubbing over your bricks, pouncing through the valley between your pecs and hitting your jaw square, smashing your head up, your body flying at tremendous speed into the sky. I jump up and fly in pursuit, catching up on you, bypassing you where I raise my arms, clamp my fists together and smash them down, straight onto your skull. your body immediately changing course back downwards with so much force that when you hit the mountain, it obliterates entirely, replacing it with a massive crater I land next to you, notice your head is drilled into the groun up to your waist. Exposing your ass and bulge. And my eyes might deceive me, but I could swear your package had grown. Could it be you actually liked me beating you up? With such a juicy target I do not hesitate, I rise my fist and slam it down straight into your balls, the forcing drilling your body nearly a mile deep into the ground. I bend over and peer into the dark hole, wondering what you must be feeling and thinking right now while absently noticing a single drop of sweat sliding of my pec, hanging on my nipple for a moment till it falls off into the hole. Superman The counterattack is unexpected, I have to admit. He is faster and more powerful than I have expected from a human being. It is definitely my mis calculation that landed me with hundreds of his powerful punches. My suit may have been torn to pieces, but it does not have any effect on my body. A little shaking of my abs and pecs is nothing to be concern about. He seems to understand this point also as he turns to the dirty tricks to try to get an upper hand. After he smashed my head in the air, I have landed in the newly created crater. My upper body is buried in the ground leaving my ass and bulge expose. This is definitely not a good scenario for me. Before I can get myself out, Iska has already raised his fist intended to slam straight down to my balls. In a split second, I tighten my legs in an hourglass stance blocking the ballbusting full frontal assault. It works! The impact does carries me a mile below ground, but my balls are spared. A drop of liquid touches my forehead. It feels like an electrical spark. I realize it is Iska’s sweat due to the lingering pheromones permeating in this closed space. Good! I have not even sweat yet! I take a moment to collect myself, shake myself lose a little, preparing my counterattack. I see that he is still standing over the hole that I have made through my telescopic vision. Well, if you want to play dirty, then dirty you shall get. I beeline out of the hole and in the process I grab hold of both of Iska’s hands. Doing a 360 on myself landing on the ground facing his back forcing his arms bend backward. He immediately tries to break free, but he struggles. I am not the Superman a few moments before. If he thinks he can match me, then let’s keep the show on the road. With his arms now bend backward. I kick his knees into submission touching the ground. He attempts to get up, however, I am here to match his strength and more. I push him back to the ground as I move closer to him. His bulge is now open wide, I swing my right leg and kick into his balls. Both balls must be doing some pinball action inside his body. He screams with his body taking off from the momentum of my kick. Switching to hold his wrist at the nerve pinch point, I slide below Iska and warp my legs around his for the body scissors. Now my ankles are locked, hands on his wrist nerve point digging deep. He battles on knowing that he can’t break my hold. With my heels constantly rubbing his bulge and occasional jabs , he is more aroused than ever. No one has excited him this far for sure. A moan escapes from him. The early pain mixing with being pleasure right now must have done it for him. His cock is leaking a constant stream of precum at this point. His breath heightens with constant moan and he is truly enjoying this. With my cock pressing against his butt, I start teasing him both front and back. Iskarion Staring into that dark hole I can barely see anything. So I am somewhat surprised when you suddenly fly out, grab my hands and then took me down, bend my arms backwards. I immediately try to get free, but your power easily rivals mine keeping me locked. Then you put down to my knees, our strength still rivalling each other. But I am far from done, guess I will have to… And before I finish my thought, pain shot out throughout my body. Your kick to my balls another surprise. I have never believed Superman fight dirty. Mmh, perhaps he is not a boyscout as he shows to everyone. I process the pain, and some of the revel and arousal that I get out of it. Only fueling my desire to destroy that magnificent muscled body of yours, twisting, bending, breaking it to my will. By the time I get my body spasms back under control you have moved beneath me and trapped me in a scissor move. Your powerful quads battling against my hardened lower waist. Your heels rubbing my rod, clearly on display now and it’s size outmatching most beings in this world, continuously oozing. Though I have still got it under control. And don’t think I fail to notice that your rod also has become excited. I can feel it growing and rubbing my ass and lower back. But if he thinks I am out of the game this easily, think again. This body is power incarnated. Though you are more powerful than I ever dreamed of, I have not yet tapped in all my strength myself. Not even sure what my limits are since I have passed all the tests the organization threw at me without any trouble or feeling pushed to the limit. I push down my more carnal urges and focus on my inner strength, pulling out more power, my arms which were struggling against your hold suddenly getting a boost I overwhelm your arms’ hold over me and slap them away. Mine now free, I grab your legs around the ankles, close my hands and unleash tremendous force. Enough to crush planets with ease. My fingers digging in entirely into your meat and muscle, nearly snapping the bones beneath. I hear you gasp from the sudden power and pain must be radiating from your legs forcing your quads to open, freeing my waist from your crush. I quickly move away from you while stretching myself out, one hand digging into my pants, rubbing my rod and then move to my mouth, licking some of my precum while my eyes burn with excitement. For the first time ever my body is being truly tested. I can’t wait to see how much more it can take, how much more it can give. I see you had gotten up too, testing out your weight on your ankles. A pity I did not break them. But it does give me time to move in close, put one hand behind your back, while the other starts pounding your abs. This time using more of my power my fists dig in. Your abs resisting with their tremendous hardness, but ultimately failing to protect you from my assault. With each punch my fist digs in deeper and deeper, slowly destroying those amazing thick bricks, gutting your core. I keep your body on the spot, my one hand on your back preventing you from being punched away away. This time you take the full brunt of my assault. And not even your nigh invulnerable body can take this beating without consequences. It does not escape my notice that you do not fight back but try to take it all. Even your rod starts leaking precum. Perhaps a part of you desires to be tested, to see if there is someone who can destroy that beautiful body of yours? Which I am more than happy to oblige. My final punch slams in so hard hard my fist vanishes right up to my wrist, pushing out all the air out of you, forcing your body to bend over, your eyes bulging. Your body lifts up a few feet into the air, where I use that briefest of moments to quickly put both my hands together and hammer down my fists digging in deep into your back muscle, distorting the muscle fiber around my fists, while at the same time my knee shoots into your core, totally penetrating your abs which had not yet recovered from the abuse I have just unleashed upon them. My knee and fists meeting halfway in your body. Mangling your insides, you unleash spit and drool, and with what little air left you still manage to shout a cry of pain, so powerful it shakes the region. I take a step back, your body dropping down to the ground where I admire that ass of yours for a second. Then I grab what remains of your suit, rip it of while turning you around, seeing you in full naked glory, seeing that rod of yours has grown considerably. Seems I am not the only one who likes a good beating. And thinking of liking, my own rod acknowledges your magnificent body and bursts out of my suit, fully erect now with it’s monstrous size. The last shreds of my suit falling down to the ground. Now both of us fully naked. As it should be. Me towering above you it is time for some payback for my balls, so I grab yours with my left hand, easily lift up your body, your legs dangling in the air, pointing downwards, while your head is still on the ground and then crunch my hand into a fist, literally crushing and compacting your balls, forcing pre to shoot out covering your body, mixing with the spit and a bit of sweat that had started forming on your body. The sight of dominating you forcing another squirt of pre shooting out of my rod, mixing with yours while it slides over your abs and into your pec valley. I flex my free right arm, it’s massive size showing, bristling with barely contained power, ready to unleash it’s fury on you. “I am not out of the fight just yet Superman. Not by a long shot.” Superman Iska seems to summon additional strength from within, breaking my leg scissors and frees himself. My ankles are somewhat sore from his grabs. But it will heal in a nano second. He wastes no time to come after me. One hand at my back and another punch my abs. Each blow seems to be more powerful than the last. My abs start to cave in more and more. No human has ever able to deal with me this way. Iska is playing me like a pong right now between his over expanded veins popping arms. It is a sight to be seen. As he continues to play pong with my body. My right hand brushes his bulge back and forth at the same rate with my flapping arm involuntarily between his legs. I can tell he is getting more excited as his bulge continues to grow. Precum continues to flow through his cock like a damn faucet. My right hands tingles with each contact with his bulge and precum. Slowly my hand is covered with precum slowly dripping to the ground from each of my finger. Iska’s frustration finally reach to the max. He punches me in my chisel abs and knees me on my back knocking some air out of me. Spits and saliva shot out from my mouth. That’s something rarely happens. I try to take a moment to recover from the Plant destruction level of attack. But Iska is faster this time. The battle-tested rugged large hand grabs my enormous ball sac holding my mighty balls within for real this time. Iska picks me up by the balls with my legs and head still on the ground. He squeezes my balls with his might. With each squeeze, my cock shots out a rope of precum. I become Iska’s personal yellow rubber duck squeaky toy. He squeezes, I squirt. Iska visibly enjoys the scene of me being dominated like a 50 cents cheap manwhore, and his cock explodes from the confine of his black suit shooting out precum directly to my colossal abs attempting to humiliate me further. One rope from me when he squeezes, one rope from him when he gets excited. It is like a musical water fountain except Iska is the pump, and I squirt out rope of precum on his demand. I am now drenched with my own precum with his mixed in. There is large pool of precum gathers right below my chest and drains through my pecs valley gushing down to my face. Iska is now completely drunk in his domination over me continuing with assaults on my balls thinking such humiliation would break me. His pride is being stroke by my seemingly defeat, imagining how he would turn Superman into his forever rubber duck. Iska finally decided to end it once and for all. “Superman, it is time to learn your place in my world. Prepare yourself to be my very first personal sex eunuch. It is truly your honor to be able to serve me with such high prestige. Before I pull your balls out, savor the last bit of manliness that you will be ever able to produce.” He than puts out his other free hand into the pool of precum mixture of mine and his on my chest. Scooping out some, his hand moves on top of my mouth. “Open wide, my soon to be Super-manLESS.” He forces my mouth open, and the thick mixture pours into my mouth. Iska increases pressure enough to make a Planet to go supernova on my balls trying to pull them out intended to leave me with an empty ball sac but leave my 12 incher intact for my own reminder of the superMAN I am used to be soon. It would have been devastating to others, but it provides me a way out. Each squeeze, by some means, deliver new form of energy I have never known coming out of my balls. Energy flows from my balls to the rest of my body. My cock starts to grow larger in its already gargantuan state. The more Iska squeezes, the more powerful the energy I experience. On the other end, there is another energy form pouring into my mouth. The precum mixture instantaneously amplifies the energy coming from my balls. I twist and turn as energy being absorbed into my body. Iska hasn’t noticed the massive changes to my body. The initial pain that I experience has turn into pure delight. My body is in rapid transformation turning my already exquisite muscular body into a body even any god desires. Still drunk in his preemptive victory celebration, He thinks my growing cock and body twists are the direct response to his brutal torture and my imminent defeat. He does not realize that my fuck stick and body aren’t responding to his power but by the power gushing throughout my body originated inside my balls where his hand is trying to crash from existence. Awakening from within my body is about to happen…… My head slowly raises up looking at Iska as he goes on to crash my balls. I no longer make any sort of sound. He finally notices that I am not reacting to his might. He turns to look at me. I blast him with solar flare from my eyes to his. He is knocked backward on his back with nowhere to hide. “Arrrrrrr………..”. I continue my solar flare along with a loud scream. My body is glowing like a sun with visible energies traveling throughout my body. The flare has scorched everything around him. His fury body lasts a little longer. Hairs are all singed soon after, even his pubic hairs. His body is now cleaner than Mr. Clean’s bold head just like a good boy he should be. I chuckle. I finally regain some sense. The flare has stopped, and Iska has dropped to his knees in his newly sparkling body completely toasted with linger smokes. His eyes are cauterized showing white as if he has stared directly into the sun for too long. I walk towards Iska. He is surrounded by molten rock sizzling in the middle of it. Time for some payback. He still trys to attack me but to no avail. He does have my respect on this. I put him face down lifting his legs for a reverse boston crap. I reach for his hands with mine and starts pulling them upward. I now have his arms and legs crisscrossing with each other. I simply sit on top of him and try to force him to arch backward even more. I can sense that his body is healing itself, but at the moment it has no effect on my ability to manipulate his body. I force myself down more and Iska starts to scream. “Iska, you should wait until your mouth meet with your junk.” Like tiding shoelaces, I pull his legs some more and now his mouth is inches away from his junk. He continues to fight me bulging his muscle to avoid folding him outward. I plummet my fist into his balls at the speed of light. Air around of fist is on fire. Iska can only take it. Then it happens. A rope of cum shoots out of his flaccid cock. And another, and another. A man shoots his load without even getting hard. Now that’s something you don’t see everyday. His body convulsing. His eyes starting to roll back. He is in sexual ecstasy while shooting his loads out. Some cum lands on me and I instantly feel the power being absorbed into me. “Ah…..” I continue to pound his balls and he continues to be milked like a caged animal. All his cum is now being absorbed into me. His healing is slow to a screeching halt. Power is diminishing. Involuntary orgasm has weakened him. I laugh out loud. Iskarion I keep squeezing your balls, your precum leaking and shooting out. So engrossed I am that my own rod joins in the mix, a continuous stream of precum oozing, both of our precum mixing and drenching your body. I play this game for minutes, creating a pool of pre around your body, the copious amounts only proof of just how superior both our manhoods are compared to the rest of the world. But I want to play with you more, so I go down, scoop up some pre and force it into your mouth. You resist at first, but my strength overwhelms you and down the divine liquid goes. Unbeknownst to me I have not started weakening you, but making you stronger. Rare is the one in this world who could force your rod to come forth and only you know that your precum could bolster your power. Too late I notice that your muscle started rippling, changing, bulking up while becoming even denser than before. No longer just the man of steel, but more than that. I feel my hold over you weakening, your strength outmatching mine. And then suddenly that heat vision blasts into me. Immediately I feel my skin, muscles, organs and blood heating up. Forced to let go and a scream of pain blasts out of me, creating a shockwave that rages over the continent. The vegetation around me all burning away in a flash, the sand turning into scorched glass, the rock beneath my feet melting, my feet sinking in some. The hair on my chest, arms, legs, pubes, all being burned away. Turning my body as smooth as a baby butt. Only the hair on my face and head safe due to being out of the direct line of fire since you focused mostly on my torso. My body ravaged I drop down to my knees. My hands touching my eyes. Though not hit directly the intensity of the light had blinded me till my body heals them. But that time Superman could use to continue his assault on my body. Blinded I swing out, but only one of my fists hit your lower abs, impacting them, but your bulked up and denser muscled body does not even register it, my fist bouncing off. Amazing, no one has ever seen him do this to his body. No one knew his precum could empower him. Pride swells inside me though for I must have managed to push you beyond anyone ever has to make this happen. Not even your enemies of old managed to do this. Or perhaps at that time you did not knew of this ability. I feel you grabbing my body, bending it in a reverse boston crab. I resist, but your bolstered power overwhelms mine, bending and bending me even more. My abs stretched out beyond I have ever done myself. Stretched but not broken. My vision slowly starts to return, still seeing spots, but I can see enough again. Enough to see your powerful body towering over me, your fist raised up high and then smashing into my balls. My eyes roll up from the sensation of pain and arousal. And then another punch and another. Your fist relentlessly busting my balls. Pain and bliss flowing through my body in equal amounts. My rod pulsing hard I can no longer contain it. I no longer ‘want’ to fully contain it for it will also be my salvation. So I shoot one thick rope of cum after the other on your body, knowing now yours will absorb my cum. Increasing your power even more, but that is what I desire. I want your body to take my cum. For that is the trap hidden within it. And you will discover this soon. But I cannot unload it all on you, for your assault has weakened me and I need strength myself. New power to match yours. And I open my mouth wide, bend my body that little bit more and wrap it around my own rod, removing the last restraints I have, my cum load burst out like a firehose. I start slurping and gorging up my own cum, swallowing it all. My cum filling up my stomach, processing it, changing it into the power I know it contains. My own muscle start to ripple, pulsing, growing some, becoming bigger. Denser. More defined then it already was. A true Adonis. And my strength increases. I feel my body bristling with replenished energy. I release my rod from my mouth, my energized body rapidly healing, my vision restored fully I see the surprise on your face on what I had just done. And despite my terrible position I flex my muscle, crunch my abs and slowly overpower yours, unbending my body, straightening more and more till finally breaking free out of the hold. I fall down to the ground, quickly rising up and turning around to face you while my rod pushes out the last globs of cum and then come to rest. Spend for the time being. But my balls already started churning more seed, preparing for another load I could use. “Thank you Superman. This is what I needed, for ever since my body was changed none could satisfy me other than myself. Now come to me, fight me, use that power you got from me before it is too late. For I shall reveal the secret of my seed. Yes it empowers all who drink it or absorb it through their skin. But only for a short while. For my cum is not a blessing to anyone but me. It grants strength to all yes. But only I am immune to the poison that it carries within. So yes, soon your body will feel the effects, weaken to the point you will turn into my defenceless prey. So come and fight me before it starts taking effect and plunges you into your doom.” Your face changes from surprise into determination. With your superspeed you close in to me before my eyelids even finished blinking, slamming your fists into my body. I do not move a single step. Letting your fists slam into my dense mountainous pecs and my squarely shaped 8 bricks. Taking every punch and kick you perform. I feel my muscle being pounded, compacted under the brunt force of your fists, my face beaten to all directions, but none of them cause much damage, my body taking your barrage like the superbeing I am. I join the fray and return the favour, slamming your obliques, your 8 pack that rivals mine in size and shape, those big juicy pecs, punching your face like I am trying to rip it off your body. But neither of us setting a single step back. Our feet firmly locked in place. A slugfest erupts where we simply pounce our bodies to mush. Or trying to. Minutes pass by then ten, fifteen… and neither of us giving up. Both keeping up a relentless beating. And I start to wonder if you are immune to my poison. The thought distracting me for a second which you use to lift up my body and ram my back down on your knee. Once, twice, trice, trying to break my back. Feel my spine objecting, but waste no time. I bash both my fists to the sides of your head thoroughly rattling that brain of yours, dazing you for a brief moment. Free myself from you and slide behind you, grabbing your bullneck and ass. Especially that ass. Even squeezing hard with my fingers I barely dent it. Mmhmmm. I really need to have some fun with that ass. I start running forward towards the mountain, making sure I push out your loin forward. Your rod ramming the mountain first, a split second followed by the rest of your body using it as a battering ram. Not slowing down the slightest while I use your body to dig a tunnel straight through the mountain. The underground rumbling and shaking. Cracks appearing all over the mountain itself till suddenly we burst out on the other side. I let go of you and you stumble a few steps before you stop and turn around. A pause in our fight, I check out my body. Ripped as never before, beaten, battered, bruised, my rod back at full mast, sweat sliding down all over. And yet I feel still energy flowing through me. Never before I have used this much strength and still I have not run out of breath and stamina. I feel alive. My sight focuses on you and I see your body in a similar state. I smile sensing the power you still radiate despite the beating I have given you. Even your monster rod was going strong, equalling mine size. I look up to you and see a smile plastered on your face. Oh now there’s a surprise. Who would have thought that you are loving this. Who knew that Superman is a dirty minded guy inside. No wonder nobody has ever got to see this side of yours. Or maybe they did not lived to tell the tale. It’s not like anybody could find the bodies you could have made. A quick toss into the sun and poof no evidence. You try to take the upper hand by unleashing another blast of your heat vision. Empowered as you are by our precum the intensity is even greater then before. But I too had become stronger, so while I feel the power behind the blast, stopping my walk for a second. This time my skin though barely heats up. Your attack no longer working on my magnificent body. I chuckle and slowly walk towards you, closing in the distance while raising my arms higher and higher till they are above me, showing what kind of move I want next. Realising you are not getting anywhere this time with your heat attack you seize it and raise your arms to, our hands clasping, going for a power struggle. Both our arms bulging with muscle, our foreheads leaning against each other, vicious snarls on our faces. Our pecs rippling from the power we unleash on each other. Crunching my abs hard, adding their strength to the struggle. Our rods slapping one another between our bodies, having their own battle for dominance. Our legs literally digging into the rocky ground sinking ankle deep. For a short while nothing happens. So evenly matched we are neither side gained the upper hand. But as time passed I noticed your body starts to tremble a bit. At first I think it is from the exertion, but then I slowly start to gain some ground, pushing your arms back ever so slightly. And then more and more. Bending your knees, pushing your body lower and lower to the ground, my body starts to tower over yours. And I realize that finally after such a long time the poison must finally be working. I already have forgotten about it, engrossed in our tug o’ war. The first few minutes you still resist hard, even manage to push back a little bit, but then your body starts weakening rapidly and I push you down to both your knees, bend your arms back and upwards, nearly snapping them out of their sockets. Sensing your arms no longer have the power to resist mine, I release the hold and they drop down, the palms hitting the ground. I look down on you, while you look up towards my towering muscle mass. Your body sweating now not just from the fight against me, but also from the battle raging within. I start to flex, going through some of the poses bodybuilders go through. Showing off my body, totally confident I have you now where I want you to be. Down before my glorious self. I then grab your head from the sides, my fingers crushing into your skull, tiny fractures forming around them, forcing your jaw to open wide and without a care I shove my monster rod in you. Pushing in and out, slowly ramming more and more of it to the back of your mouth, deep into your throat. I started skullfucking you hard. Banging your face against my loin, cracking your nose in the process. Hearing you gag over my rod, not able to keep up, it makes my balls boil, coming closer and closer to another release. But I will not let it happen this time. It was time for me to taste your cum. So with some regret I let go of your head and pulled out. Lifted your body up till it stands again, though shaky, moves my hands to your waist and then easily lifted up your body, rising it high enough for your leaking rod to be at level with my face. And then I devour your rod, pushing it deep in my mouth, tasting your delicious pre. My tongue starts to play with your foreskin, pushing it back, revealing your mushroom top which the tip of my tongue has some fun with. And then I push yours deeper into my throat. And I start to push and pull your body back and forth, somewhat skullfucking myself, but I could take it for I want your seed and I want it now. Faster and faster I play, rub and bite your cock inside my mouth till I feel your balls vibrating and boiling against my face. And then just like a dam breaks, you start unloading inside me. Gallons and gallons of Superman’s cum shooting inside me. I swallowed it all while still working over your cock. Demanding more. And more I get. Even too much. The flow increasing to a point beyond what I can swallow and your cum burst out of my mouth around your rod, leaking down over my massive pecs, between it’s valley, my gutter forming a canal that cannot contain it all and my bricks shares in the cum overload, my rod creams till big globes of your cum drips down to the ground, quickly forming a small pool around us. We both now so in bliss, ignoring the world, sucking and moaning. After some time your stream finally finished and I let go of your rod and threw you to the ground. I look to my stomach and see it ballooned. Though I feel my body processing the amounts. Soon it will return back to it’s perfect shape. I cannot stop myself from burping long and hard. Pardon me. Causing a snow avalanche on some other mountains in the neighberhood. I walk towards you and stomp my foot on your pecs. Flexing my quads whose cut definition was a sight to see and push down with so much force I felt your ribcage being pushed inwards, the first tiny cracks appearing. Just a bit more power of my leg and I would just crush your body into pulp. Flexing my arms I tower over you, look down and speak to you. “You are strong. The strongest challenge I have ever met. A true treat for my body. But I have been created to fight you, to destroy you. And this battle has made me only stronger. Not even you can rival me. So in the end you never had a chance to defeat me. A pity. I fear now life will get boring for me for there is no other man in this world that would even rival you or me.” A deep sigh escapes me from that depressing thought. “Oh well I still have you as my cumdump. So I am sure I will find some interesting ways to get my fun out of you.” Superman Fun is what Irka has with Superman. I shoot load of cum, gallons after gallons directly into his stomach. His abs start to stretch out due to the shear amount of cum gusting into him. I am in heaven with his expert cock sucking skill running up and down my shaft with a whirlwind of tongue wrapping my cock helmet. I no longer able to move but to have him fuck my cock into giving him what he wants. My chest goes up and down heaving for breath between cosmic orgasm, and my abs of steel is convulsing uncontrollably just to pump out my powerful precious cum for Iska to enjoy. After he finishes with me tossing me aside like a used cum ragdoll, Irka flexes like no other man or even superhero I have ever seen. Stomping on my once manifestant pecs, I squirt out the remaining cum in my ball through my now flaccid useless cock involuntarily. You take that as a sign of my ultimate demise grinning appears on your face. You suck the last pathetic little strand of cum drooling on my cock slit. It instantly get you excited. Your huge cock is in a standing position once again, precum once again flowing freely. From your victorious stand over my body, you pick me up by the hair and push my mouth against your pecs. “Lick me clean, cumdump!!! Serve your master as you should!” He smashes my head again when I refuse to cooperate, and it bring me pain beyond what I have experienced before. Sticking out my tongue licking his ginormous pecs with reluctant, I lick his pecs……lick…..lick….. His grinning is bring me down, humiliation, submission. Under the influence of his poison running though my body, my thought starting to change. Maybe, just it may not be that bad to be his cumdump. Who will be able to defeat Iska anyway? I am still the No.2 strongest being in the universe. I raise my arms around his waist, moving across his entire back muscle. It begins to excite me. My cock slowly rises to attention. A moan escapes from me from enjoying his muscle displaying the pinnacle of male supremacy. Iska hears my moan and snickers. “Come worship your GOD! Superman!!” And worship I have. I have recovered enough to message him as he poses. Each pose seems to only bring me to ecstasy. I knee before him, kissing his foots licking away the blood and sweat. It becomes intoxicating. I come to his balls and cup my hands around them and squeeze them gently. Iska has not even move a inch when I come in contact with his powerful balls. Such a display of confidence knowing that I can no longer damage them like just a few minutes before. He stops me just before I am about to put his amazing cock into my mouth. He is still not fully trust me yet. I pass his cock but let it slide off my right face and a few kisses on his shaft. It feels warm and heavy, the musky smell fills my nostrils. I feel GOOD!!!!! I continue to go up to his abs, his brick wall, it is even better defined than when we first meet. I lick every valley between his walls. My fingers run over them again and again. Iska starts to moan just like I am moaning. We are both enjoying each other at this very same moment. My hands circle back to his back again to explore his upper back muscle. I rub my face all over his abs and now on his pecs sucking in all his musky manliness smells. How ironic just a few moments ago that I was the MAN, Superman at that. Now I am just a subject with my knees in the ground worshipping someone else muscle. I have been out manned. I hoover my lips over his nips sticking out my tongue lick it. Another moan comes out of him. His nips start to lactate. Golden liquid forming around the nips, my self-control is shattered and my primal instinct comes out. I go for it sucking every drop that each nip can produce as much as I can. Iska is roaring in triumph in defeating Superman, the very reason of his existence, finally come to past. He has dominated Superman not only physical as show of proof just mins before. He may have been created for ONE and only ONE reason, but he is now achieving Psychological and Sexual domination over me. With the absolute control over my entire body, my entire existence close at Iska’s hand, we continue to put on the greatest sex scene for the world to see. Iska begins to gyrate his bubble ass and I immediately drop back to my knees to catch his cock with my hands. His cock is so magnificent comparing to mine. My cock has reduced its size significantly after Iska has sucked the essence of life from my cock and balls. My balls a merely a fraction of the size just minutes before. My head lean into his lower abs. I put his cock up against my face on one side, and my right hand on the other. My hair on my face seems to add to his sexual pleasure. A rope of precum immediately shoot out from his cock slit. I immediately suck on it like a good bitch on his knee trying to suck out anything that Iska is willing to give. A thought flashes in the back of my puny little mind. “Not bad for being No.2, Superman just need to service his cock and fulfill every deviant sexual fantasy Iska may have for the rest of his life. Not a bad bargain.” This is how low Superman have come. “Mmmm……Mmmmmm……” Going up and down on Iska’s amazing shaft sucking with whatever left of my once mighty body. So big and thicc, I am mesmerized with his perfectly form cock with veins popping at all the right places. I close my eyes completely submerge myself into having a bliss of sucking the mighty one – ISKA. I finally look up to meet with his gaze. The gaze that knows he has me now at his fingertip just like rubber duck sex toy I once was however brief the moment was. The thought of being his personal rubber duck sex toy again excited me. A small drop of precum leaks out of my once proud cock. He pulls put me up standing directly in front of him. I startle a bit and try to backup. Iska laughs out loud. “The once proud Superman has finally fallen. A taste of fear is only the beginning to your long journey as my sex slave. I sure will figure out a way to use your body more than any other beings that have come before me. But Don’t you worry, I always take care of my bitch.” My sense of self being is almost shredded to nothing. A drop of tear forms from the corner of my eyes , Iska wipes it away, “No need to cry, I will provide you with all the pleasure that you can ever want so long you service me your master to my satisfactory.” He grabs the back of my head and press me toward him. Our mouths clash and he deep-tongues me with such fury and passion. A whirlwind forms around us as a result. I can only moan to his attacks to my mouth. My body jerks and seemingly loss the spine to stand on my own. Iska holds me up by my hair and smacks my face once again with his fortress like pecs. “Worship me all over again” I start to worship once again with earnest effort this time. I no longer move nonchalantly. I feel the urge to appease Iska as if life itself is Iska and nothing else. With my renew effort to worship him, Iska starts to moan to signal his satisfaction. My last pride is finally on its last leg going in oblivion with no turning back. His nips start to lactate. Golden sparkling liquid/milk forming around the nips, my self-control can no longer control my primal instinct. I go for it sucking every drop that each nip can produce as much as I can. Iska’s nips lactate even more under the assault of my tongue. Each lick brings a small quiver at his legs. He starts to swallow his saliva hard. His head is thrown backward savoring this intense pleasure Superman is giving him. Iskarion Close. So close i am of turning Superman in my personal sex toy. I have been created to fight him, to destroy him. They have meant that in a literal way. But THIS as he is now, I am starting to like it more. So while I initially did fight him to destroy him, I change my mind now. The state I am pushing Superman in as a personal sex you will be so much better. And he is already turning into a good puppy. His tongue licking my nipples, of which I do not even know they can lactate like this. I wonder what else my own super body can do and I had not yet discovered. But first I must finish my battle. Squeeze out that last sliver of resistance I still see deeply buried within his eyes. Slowly I wrap my arms around his broad back, rubbing over those dense muscles, going down to your lower back where I lock my hands and then pull in his body against mine. Our pec shelves pushing against each other, me bobbing them for a bit, bouncing both our racks, playing with his, showing who is in control. Our abs colliding with each other, pushing our rods into our mutual gutters, pre oozing out of them, further wetting our bricks. Feeling no resistance from you I start increasing my power, slowly crushing your lower back. My arms digging into your back muscle, slowly starting to bend your body in half. Then I finally feel you try and resist. That last sliver of defiance stirring. But your body has already been weakened a lot, so the strength you muster up but a bare token of what you once were. More and more I compact your core. Your upper body bending backwards, your hands pushing on my pecs, trying to get away. Remembering a show I use a famous line to aptly describe the situation; “Resistance is futile” But you do not listen to my wisdom and keep pushing against my body while I keep crushing. And then finally I reach the moment where one final squeeze of my power would snap your spine. And at that very moment I look into your eyes and finally see that last bit of resistance fading away. Your mind totally succumbing to my radiant power and dominance. I let go of my hug, my hands sliding to your lats, grabbing them, lifting up your body and then powerslamming it to the ground, crushing your body inches deep into the rock where it bounces of a feet high, sweat drops flying all around, before going down again and settle in the rubble. I sit down on my knees, pushing up your legs, making way for that beautiful tight ass to show itself. Slowly I push in one finger into your crack, your inside feeling tight. Guess not many or perhaps even none have ever made it this far against you. Your body trembles a little bit, but no sound escapes you. I slowly increase to 2, 3 and even 4 fingers. Slowly getting a rise out of you, moans appearing, getting louder with every additional finger. Once satisfied that I have opened your ass enough I grab my monster rod and grind it between your crack. And then slooooooowly start pushing inside. Even with the preparations your insides still resist and I grab your pecs, my fingers digging in, squeezing them, rubbing your nipples, giving myself a strong hold on you and then I start pushing my rod deeper and deeper into you until my groin hits your ass, ball to ass. My rod fully inside you I see my mushroom tip pushing out a little bit from inside your abs wall. Damn I never realize till now just how truly large my toy is. Slowly at first, but with time increasing in speed I start pushing and pulling my cock. Messing with your insides, my rod visibly pushing outwards your wall. My thumping of your body creating quakes, the region around us trembling non-stop. You moaning incessantly. Your ass now wide open I no longer need to hold your pecs so I straighten myself, raise my arms and flex my biceps. 2 veritable mountains peaking. Your arms moving up towards them, grabbing them, I feel you try to squeeze them, crush them with your strength. You are so weak now you even fail to dent them the slightest. Only reinforcing in your mind I am your master. I feel my balls cumming closer and closer to its boiling point. And then the floodgates open. And a massive stream of cum is unleashed inside you. A massive moaaaaan escapes me while I feel my body squeezing out every bit of divine liquid it had stored. In mere seconds I filled up your insides, your stomach ballooning, your abs stretched out. Cum being forced out of your ass, squirting itself, creaming your ass and my groin and lower abdomen. Minutes pass till I keep using you as my cumdump, a pool of white cream forming around us, till finally my balls have depleted themselves. Heaving heavily from the excertion and bliss I pull out my rod and move my face closer to you whispering “You are mine now. Forever.”. I kiss you long and softly, no longer any need to overpower you with brute force. But even superbeings need air so after a while I reluctantly let go and rise up, towering over you. I bend down and grab your body and put it on my shoulder. And then lift of from the ground, flying towards your Fortress of Solitude where in the coming days I will devote my full attention to you having more fun with your body and mind. And as for the world… well it is not like there is anyone else stronger then me. Or is there? So it can wait till I get fully sated. And then I shall conquer it just for the fun of it. Maybe even order Superman to do it. showing the people that their hero has now become my servant. Oooh the shock when they discover that already stirs a part of my body…
  2. MapleMochi

    Incredible Maximus (Chapter 1)

    This is the story I created with the help of AI from https://chat.openai.com/chat, it is quit fun but because of the policy(? The story can't been too violent and inappropriate. Bare with my poor writing, and if some one could rewrite the story with more muscle descriptions and more amazing ideas that will be great _(:3 」∠ )_ (Some parts may sound unreasonable, please forgive me) Here is the story: Max and Marcus were two incredibly strong and muscular men. They were known for their impressive feats of strength, including freehand swimming to the North Pole, lifting heavy weights naked, and even diving into the Mariana Trench to feel the incredible pressure of the water. They were also fond of sunbathing in the desert and lifting the Himalayas to do push-ups. One day, Max and Marcus decided to buy an uninhabited island and turn it into a fitness paradise. Many muscular guys came to the island to train, but one day Max and Marcus disappeared. In reality, they had lifted the entire island and placed it under their feet, creating a secret underground gym where they could train in peace. One day, as Max and Marcus were training on their hidden island, a mysterious muscular man suddenly appeared before them. His name was Maximus, and he was even more powerful and skilled than Max and Marcus. Maximus approached Marcus, who was in the midst of lifting the entire island with one hand, and he hugged him tightly. Then, to the surprise of Max and Marcus, Maximus leaned in and kissed Marcus passionately. Max and Marcus were shocked and confused by this sudden turn of events. They had never met Maximus before, and they didn't understand why he had kissed Marcus. However, they could sense the incredible strength and power within Maximus, and they knew that he was someone to be reckoned with. At first, Max was very angry with Maximus for kissing Marcus. He felt jealous and betrayed, and he wanted to attack Maximus and teach him a lesson. However, before he could do anything, Maximus easily overpowered him, using only one hand to hold him back. Max struggled against Maximus's grip, but it was no use. Maximus was too strong and powerful, and Max was no match for him. In the end, Max was forced to back down, grudgingly accepting the situation. Without saying a word, Maximus picked up Max and Marcus and began to run across the island. He moved with incredible speed and agility, his powerful muscles propelling him forward with ease. As they ran, Max and Marcus could feel the wind rushing past them, and they marveled at the strength and skill of Maximus. He was an incredible athlete, and they were in awe of his abilities. Eventually, Maximus reached the shore of the island, where a massive castle stood on the sea. He ran across the water, his feet barely touching the surface, and he carried Max and Marcus with him. When they reached the castle, Maximus set Max and Marcus down gently, and they looked around in amazement. The castle was vast and impressive, and they could sense the incredible power and wealth within its walls. As they entered the castle, Max and Marcus were amazed by the size and opulence of the place. The walls were made of pure marble, and the floors were covered in rich carpets. One evening, Maximus invited Max and Marcus to join him for dinner in his grand dining hall. The two men were excited at the prospect of sharing a meal with their powerful and mysterious mentor, and they eagerly accepted the invitation. However, when they arrived at the dining hall, they were shocked to discover that they were unable to lift even the smallest cutlery and water glasses. They tried with all their strength, but it was no use. The utensils and glasses were simply too heavy for them to lift. Maximus, on the other hand, had no trouble lifting the heavy objects, and he effortlessly picked up a fork and knife and began to cut his food. Max and Marcus watched in amazement as Maximus ate with ease, using his incredible strength and skill. Maximus chuckled and shook his head, clearly amused by their predicament. He picked up a fork and knife and began to feed Max, who was unable to do it himself. Then, to Marcus's surprise, Maximus leaned in and fed him with his mouth. Marcus was shocked, but he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the intimate gesture. For the rest of the evening, Maximus fed them both, using his own hands and mouth to feed them the delicious food and drink. And as they ate, they talked and laughed, enjoying each other's company and strengthening the bond between them. After dinner, Maximus invited Max and Marcus to visit his gym. The two men were eager to see what kind of equipment and facilities Maximus had, and they followed him eagerly. When they arrived at the gym, they were amazed by the size and opulence of the place. There were weights and exercise equipment everywhere, and the walls and floors were covered in mirrors. However, when they tried to lift the dumbbells, they found that they were stuck to the floor like magnets. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't lift them. Maximus chuckled and shook his head, clearly amused by their struggles. He walked over to a dumbbell and picked it up easily with one hand. After finishing his workout with the heavy dumbbells, Maximus turned to Max and Marcus and laughed. "These dumbbells are too light for me," he said. "I usually don't train in the gym because these are too light. I train in my own hyperbaric chamber." Max and Marcus were intrigued and asked to see the hyperbaric chamber. Maximus agreed and took them on a tour of the hyperbaric chamber. Max and Marcus were eager to see this hyperbaric chamber, and Maximus led them to a hidden door in the gym. He opened the door, revealing a large, well-equipped chamber filled with all kinds of training equipment. The chamber was a massive, cylindrical room with thick walls and a heavy door. Inside, the air was pressurized to incredible levels, creating an environment that was incredibly challenging to even the strongest of men. After showing Max and Marcus around his hyperbaric chamber, Maximus decided to demonstrate just how powerful it was. He picked up a diamond and held it out for them to see. "This diamond is one of the hardest substances on earth," he said. "But in the hyperbaric chamber, it will be crushed into pieces thinner than paper." With that, Maximus threw the diamond into the chamber, and Max and Marcus watched as it was quickly crushed into tiny pieces by the intense pressure inside. Maximus then walked into the chamber himself, leaving Max and Marcus to watch from the special transparent glass outside. As Max and Marcus watched from outside the hyperbaric chamber, they were amazed by the incredible feats of strength and skill that Maximus displayed. He began by diving into a metal pool that was heated to over 5,000 degrees, and he swam effortlessly through the molten metal, his powerful muscles propelling him through the scorching liquid. He then swam laps with ease, his muscles rippling and bulging with the effort. After swimming in the molten metal pool, Maximus jumped out and put on an anaerobic mask, preparing to engage in intense, high-intensity training. He started running on a treadmill with a huge amount of weight on his back, and as he ran, he did dumbbell curls to strengthen his upper body. Max and Marcus watched in awe from outside the chamber. After three hours of training, Maximus finally started to break a sweat. However, he wasn't as exhausted as he usually was after a training session. Actually, this wasn't even his usual training routine - he had toned it down a bit so as not to scare Max and Marcus. They had never seen anyone train like this before, and he didn't want to overwhelm them. Maximus explained that the workout he had just performed was one that he used to do when he was only eighteen years old. He had been much younger and less experienced back then, and he had not yet reached his full potential. When Maximus finally emerged from the hyperbaric chamber, his muscles were swollen and vibrating. He was excited, knowing that someone had watched him train, and he couldn't wait to show off his strength and power. He picked up Marcus and swung him around, laughing as he did so. "Come on, Marcus," he said. "Let's take a shower and wash off all this sweat. You can join me, if you'd like." Max was a bit jealous that Marcus had been invited to shower with Maximus, but he knew that there was no way he could compete with the muscular man's strength and charm. So, he watched from the sidelines as Marcus eagerly followed Maximus into the bathroom. As they showered together, Marcus couldn't help but stare in awe at Maximus' muscular body. He reached out and began to soap up the man's powerful chest and arms, taking care to scrub every inch of him clean. Maximus grinned and flexed his muscles, enjoying the attention that Marcus was giving him. When they were finished showering, Marcus grabbed a towel and began to dry off Maximus' massive frame. He wrapped the towel around the man's waist, taking care to pat him dry and make sure that he was completely clean. As they emerged from the bathroom, Max was waiting for them. He couldn't help but feel a little bit envious of the bond that had formed between Maximus and Marcus. After the shower, Maximus told Max and Marcus that he wanted to massage his abs to help them recover from his intense workout. To do this, he took them to a special room that contained a large hydraulic press. The press was blaring loudly as it pumped and squeezed the air out of the chamber, creating intense pressure. Max and Marcus were intimidated by its size and power. Despite the noise and the danger, Maximus simply lay down on the press and let the press squeezed and massaged Maximus's abs, making them even more defined and muscular. They were in awe of his strength and endurance. Max and Marcus watched in amazement as Maximus relaxed on the press, completely unafraid of the danger. After a few minutes, Maximus got up and smiled at Max and Marcus. He explained that he loved the feeling of the press squeezing his abs, and that it made him feel even stronger and more powerful. As the day came to an end, Maximus realized that it was time for Max and Marcus to go to bed. He took them to their shared bedroom, where they found that they were unable to lift the heavy quilt that was lying on the bed. Maximus chuckled at their weakness and inability to lift the quilt, and he picked it up easily with one hand. He gently placed it over Max and Marcus, making sure that they were warm and comfortable. As they drifted off to sleep, Max and Marcus couldn't help but feel a little bit humbled by their experience with Maximus. They knew that they had a long way to go before they could match his strength and power, but they were determined to get there. In the middle of the night, Max and Marcus were awakened by the sound of their door opening. They looked up and saw Maximus standing in the doorway, a sly grin on his face. "Come on," he said, beckoning to Marcus. "I want you to come sleep with me in my room." Without a word, he walked over to Marcus and picked him up, carrying him back to his own room to sleep. Max watched in amazement as Maximus effortlessly carried Marcus out of the room, wondering what the future held for them all.
  3. I hope this story is okay to post here. One of the replies to Silver's "Horse Crusher" story really got me going and I wrote this. Its about a powerful young superhero trying to get off. He eventually does it (lovingly) with a female horse. Powerboy stomped around his room at the Alliance base. He was still fully pumped from nearly 24 hours of non-stop sustained combat, his massive 550 lb body bulging hugely with impossibly strong steel-hard muscles. The gorgeous young hero had single-handed wiped out nearly half of the Alien invasion force by himself, using his immeasurable strength to literally crush over a hundred massive combat robots that had been sent to conquer Earth. Fighting his way to their command ship, Powerboy had leapt on it and tore it apart, using his beefy 30 inch arms to literally peel back the meter-thick armor. The ship had opened fire on the young hero with it's devastatingly powerful energy cannons, but the superheated plasma was like a soft breeze against Powerboy's mighty frame. He smiled when he remembered how he had ripped the AI command brain from its housing and squashed it between his monstrous thighs, blunting the invasion force and sending the Aliens into a desperate retreat. Nothing turned Powerboy on like crushing steel and performing other incredible feats of strength. After a day of doing just that his mind was overwhelmed with horniness and lust. The mega-hunk effortlessly ripped his battle-uniform to shreds, his fingers shredding the stronger-than-steel fibers with ease. Now completed naked, he admired his gorgeous hard body in the foyer mirror, the vast array of musculature clearly visible now. His spectacular body was simply bigger, hotter, and more defined than any bodybuilder who had ever walked the planet, and what was before you took into account his earth-shattering strength. His massive penis was the only soft part about him, but that was quickly changing as he posed and flexed for his own enjoyment, thrilled by the sight of his incredibly sexy naked body. Powerboy grabbed one of his sex dolls that were hanging from the rack. He had to use these things since any real women would be pulverised by the full force of his lovemaking. He admired how much larger his huge body was than this busty 90 lb piece of silicone. He remembered how his huge pumped-up muscles had crushed those robots, their armored super-steel skeletons compressing like taffy under his titanic strength. Alien steel had proved to be no match for his massive body, the metal squealing and shrieking as he forced it to run like treacle under his grip. His mighty cock got harder and harder as he remembered just how weak they were compared to him, how Alien technology was no match for brute musclepower, his incredible body exerting literally thousands of tons of force as tore them apart, turning them into huge 400 ton blocks of crumpled scrap. He ran his hand up his tightly muscled waistline, bulging with hyper-thick muscle, until he cupped his gorgeous huge pecs. Soon he was fully erect, his behemoth cock pointing up towards his pretty face. He looked down at the devastatingly thick shaft, the veins raised as if they were angry. He bent over and easily gave himself a soft, slow lick around the edges of his flared head. He straightened up and admired himself in the mirror. Still watching and lusting after himself, he bent the sex doll over and began aggressively fuck it doggy-style. No sex doll had ever survived a single session with the young stud, and this one was no different. The poor sex doll was being split apart by every foot-long thrust as the mighty teenager tried to find some sexual relief. Thoughts of power and strength filled the horny boy's lusty mind as he relentlessly power-fucked it, holding it off the ground with no effort at all. Within a minute it was nothing more than a mangled lump of piece of silicone, having been easily shred by a cock harder than steel and thicker than a baseball bat. Ripping the what remained of the doll in two he proceeded to stomp around his room again, the all-to-brief fucking having only increased his lust. Needing further relief he grabbed the mattress off his bed with one hand and folded the giant object in two. Again he inserted his mighty cock in the groove and began thrusting himself against the soft folds. Using a king-sized mattress as the world's biggest fleshlight, he began fucking it like crazy, moaning and groaning as he admired his huge, rippling muscles in the mirror. Thrusts that would kill a normal person were starting to shred his mattress, the huge flared head of his mighty penis carving deep holes into the fabric. Eventually the mattress split in two, having been fucked apart by the horned up stud's powerful body. Still full of unreleased sexual energy, Powerboy turned to the window of his room and leapt straight through, the armored glass shattering around his beautifully bronzed curves, the puny material posing no resistance to his flawless body. He quickly accelerated passed the sound barrier, enjoying the cool feeling of the freezing air against his nude muscled body. After several minutes of aimlessly flying he stopped, having spotted some beautiful muscles that weren't his own. Horses... wild horses. With his eagle-eyed vision he could clearly see a small herd of them that were grazing far down below. Powerboy gracefully landed near them and admired them. They were majestic, nicely muscled and just as naked as himself. The young hero's muscles rippled in unison as he walked towards them. A large brown male horse, the leader of the harem, trotted up to challenge this strange creature. It reared up on its beautiful thighs and kicked Powerboy square in the face. The naked muscle-boy didn't even flinch, choosing instead to admire this magnificent creature as it tried in vain to hurt him. Again the male horse reared up and kicked the boy in one of his titanic pecs. This time, Powerboy choose to react, moving faster than the horse's eye could track. He flew up and grasped the horse by the neck and began firmly squeezing it in a front choke. It bucked wildly, but it could no more resist the muscle-teen any more than an ant could resist a steamroller. He gently but powerfully choked out the strong horse, his nude body floating slightly above the ground. Soon the strong male horse slipped into unconsciousness, starved of oxygen by Powerboy's massive arms. The hyper-buff muscle-man gazed over the frightened herd. A beautiful chestnut mare with lovely musculature caught his eye. The two majestic animals locked eyes before the mare turned to run, her magnificent hindquarters rippling as she ran. Powerboy chased after her, licking his lips with anticipation. He could easily outrun a cheetah but his strides were somewhat slowed as his titan megacock grew harder and harder, carving great swaths in the air as it whipped from side to side. Soon he was sporting the biggest erection of his life, his turgid member swollen to a breathtaking 15 inches long and devastatingly thick. He easily caught the wild horse and held it firm by those beautiful thighs. It bucked and thrashed with all its strength but Powerboy held 1000 pound animal still as easily as if he were holding a newborn kitten. The immense strength disparity was immediately obvious to both of them, thrilling Powerboy even further. He wasted no time, floating up slightly and grasping her by those lovely muscled hips. Slowly, he inserted his huge, throbbing stallion cock into the animal, gasping at the feel of warm animal wetness. This felt so right, so correct to him. Finally he could penetrate and fuck like he his body was built to! His mighty cock somehow swelled even further as his excitement grew, expanding and rubbing against the vaginal walls of this beautiful mare. He started fucking the horse with wild abandon. The chestnut mare realized it had no chance of escaping this impossibly strong creature. The powerful cock of this strange human filled it's muscular cunt with incredible length and girth. The boy bodybuilder was overwhelmed with thoughts of strength, power and domination as he raped this big, beautiful girl horse. He was utterly in control and loving every second as he thrust in and out, over and over again. Soon Powerboy realized that he mare was actually getting into it into the sex. He could feel the mare's powerful vaginal muscles ripple and contract over his inhumanly large penis. The lovely horse couldn't believe the strength of this young man and soon surrendered to his power. It began to enjoy the forceful, powerful thrusts of this mighty Human, his awesome girth stimulating her horse pussy in ways no other actual horse could have done. Soon the two wild animals were fucking each other like a team, moving in unison, the mare braying in animal pleasure and pain. Powerboy's muscles swelled just like his cock had done, his beautifully pumped pecs pressing together urgently as he used his now impossibly huge 32 inch arms to hold his mare firm. Strong, forceful, rhythmic male thrusts stimulated both of them like neither had ever experienced. Finally after several minutes of super-strong fucking, the two majestic creatures orgasmed in unison, Powerboy yelled in triumph and the mare brayed in ecstasy. The pumped-up super-teen's engorged nuts and titanic cock emptied a huge load deep inside the pulsating cunt of this strong female horse. His load was the size of 30 normal men, and Powerboy felt 30 times the pleasure as well. Stars filled his vision as he ejaculated over and over, having just enough presence of mind to be gentle with his grip, the boy's vast super-strength being easily enough to accidentally crush the large animal if he wasn't careful. Panting and heaving more than when he had defeated a literal army, he slowly pulled out his gorgeous cock, marvelling at his still incredible size and hardness, the wet coating of horse juice and his own boy cum making it so slick and shiny. Now this was sex! Powerboy staggered over to the front of the horse, grasped it firmly, and strongly nuzzled his own pretty face against the mare's lovely head. The two nude, powerful creatures stood like this for several minutes, the mare licking this oh-so strong Human while Powerboy gently planted kisses on its nose. The two muscular creatures, one Human, one horse, sharing a deep moment of bonding after their wild animalistic fucking. But Powerboy needed more release, and only more fucking would do. His titanic cock was even bigger now, engorged with blood and harder than steel as it sought more relief. He decided to fuck more lovingly this time. Realizing he was falling in love with his mare, he now wanted to fuck this beautiful creature missionary style. He used his tremendous strength to easily lifted the 1,000 pound animal under one brawny shoulder and exerted his flying power, lifting them both off the ground. Manhandling the creature with ease, he gently placed her backside down on the grass. He held her firm and straddled her now, slowly reinserting his mighty cock, ever so slowly penetrating it inch by inch until all 17 super-girthy inches were lodged firmly in place. Powerboy began fucking gently now, performing the age old mating press against a creature that was several times his size but had only the tiniest fraction of his awesome strength. Using his flying power and incredible strength to hold the animal firm, he proceeded to gently fuck her over the course of half an hour, gradually increasing his speed until he was strongly jackhammering the creature again. His bare glutes, hard and striated, didn't tire in the slightest as he pounded the female horse into submission. The mare couldn't believe what was happening but the feeling of penetration by this God felt oh so good. The big horse again submitted to this mighty boy and thrashed its lovely head around in enjoyment, knowing that it was completely pinned and helpless. Soon they were both cumming together again and again until Powerboy collapsed overtop the big animal, his lust having finally been satiated.
  4. Bodicontak

    Always Just A Big Farm Boy

    Okie Dokie, The first chapter of a story I wrote myself a while back. I have read many stories on many sites over the years, but I have never posted a story on any site ever! I think this is the last thing I had left at being a virgin of. I look forward to getting your first impressions on my story line and writing style. I completed writing this story back in 2002. I am currently re-reading and editing it and will post chapters afterwards. All I ask is for people responding to be respectful. I have no problem being critiqued but do with being criticized! This story may now be for you, or the have subject matter you like, if so stop reading and move on. Don't waste your time reading it, then waste my time by writing to me telling me how bad it was and how much you didn't like the characters, the plot, the story line and the subject matter. "If you don't have anything nice or relevant to write or say, than don't write or say anything" Please and Thank you! The people, places and some of the events in this story are real and based up me and my life. Some names and places slightly altered out of respect and privacy of others. The story has content like the following: muscle growth, super strength, cock growth, gay sex, m/m, interracial sex, white guys, black guys, massive muscles, bodybuilders. Chapter One My parents were old, my father 58, my mother 48, when I was born. Bless their hearts! In 1964, a pregnant 48-year-old woman was not only rare but also considered dangerous for the mother. My mother was a wee bit of a woman, 5-foot 1 inch tall and soaking wet and carrying her purse weighed no more than 90 pounds. Dr. Millington had been my mother’s doctor for over thirty years. He spoke with my parents and reminded them about the problems and difficulty she had giving birth to my brother 21 years ago when my mother was 27 years old. He then reminded them how much harder and more difficult it had been giving birth to my sister 11 years ago when my mother was 37 years old. At 48 it would be even worse. Strangely, as soon as her heart started beating again, without her pushing, or even having a contraction and totally unnoticed by the doctor and nurses their focus on her heart, I emerged and let out a single cry that startled all of them. I don’t know how she actually survived, I weighed 15 pounds 8 ounces and measure 25.5 inches in length. Last time I checked I still held the record for the biggest baby born in the state of Maine. In great detail he told them about all damage it could do to her body, kidney and liver failure, back, neck, hip and knee damage, destruction of her bladder, damage to her lungs, she could suffer a stroke or heart attack, that there was a good chance she could even die. He also told them there was a good chance of birth defects like deformed limbs, bad muscle development, possibly crippled, or blind or deaf, retardation more than likely. He recommended and encouraged them to consider abortion. He figured she was about a month a long, so they needed to act quickly. First of all, amazingly abortions were legal in Maine in the 1960’s. Second, kudos to Dr. Millington for not only talking about and suggesting an abortion but also that he had studied and learned the procedure and performed abortions as needed. Surprisingly and thankfully, decided not to have the abortion. At their age they thought it was a miracle just to conceive. Three months later when my mother was in pain, having problems with her kidneys, having difficulty breathing, had no control of her bladder and high blood pressure, I am sure I was no longer a heavenly miracle and more like a hellish curse. Dr. Millington gave my parents two options, either she could stay home, but only if she stayed in bed 23 out of the 24 hours in a day. No standing longer than a couple of minutes, no lifting, no working, no cooking, no cleaning. Or he could admit her into the hospital, which he recommended. Both options would be until either I had developed enough that he could perform a fairly new procedure call a C-section or until she gave birth naturally. She chose to stay at home. Fortunately for her and my father, a bunch of my mothers’ friends and neighbors pitched in, took days, shifts, chores, housework and meals and made it possible. Somehow my mother held on, until just six days before the expected due date, her water broke and she went into labor. Her belly was enormous, she had gained 21 pounds all of it there. They had to call an ambulance because she could bare move let alone walk or get into the car. My mother had been in labor for over 19 hours and just minutes before I finally decided to come out, her heart stopped. There was a mad rush as Dr. Millington and one of the nurses performed their first CPR, a brand-new procedure they had only been trained on a week before. I grew in a small town in Maine, on a farm, a 280-acre farm, with cows, horses, chickens, pigs, turkey's, over 20 acres of gardens, 10 acres of apple, pear and peach trees. 5 acres of strawberries, raspberries and blueberries. We had over 85 acres of hay fields. I started working, doing chores right after I start walking. By age 5. I was driving the smaller tractor and farm truck and had learned how to and was doing most of the chores myself. My brother had joined the Army and left three years before I was born. My sister who was very intelligent was a senior in high school at age 16, was active in Field Hockey, played clarinet in the band and a member of several different clubs and was too busy to regularly do chores. My father’s construction business consumed his almost every waking moment and at age 63 kept him way to busy. I was a big baby and by big I mean huge. I was an even big toddler and I just kept getting bigger. When my mother took me in to register for kindergarten in the fall, they didn’t believe that I was 5 years old, even with the birth certificate. I was taller and bigger than most 8 and 9-year-old boys. Having me was not easy, they had gone into debt for all the bills just having me. Raising, feeding and supplying clothes and shoes that fit me was not easy. Thank god we lived on that farm, because by age 3 I was eating twice as much as both my mother and father ate. By age 5 at meals I was eating four or five times as much as the both of them. While doing chores, I would eat whatever was in season and rip, not always the later. How much I ate was the only thing I had really thought about until I started school. I had never given any thought about how tall I was, or how much I weighed. I hadn’t even notice I had muscles, or the size of them until then. By age 10 I had learned and could do every chore, operate every piece of equipment, and do whatever work needed on the farm. My sister had been gone four years by that point, moved to California for college and work. She hadn’t been home in over two years. At 68 my father was slowing down; his business still consumed all this time. Almost every day of the year I was up at 4 am to do morning chores. When I finished, I would eat breakfast, then shower, dress and go to school when it was in session. I would come home after school, change into work clothes, grab an apple or something to eat as I headed to the barn. There was a refrigerator in the barn, where after milking the cows, we shortly stored the milk until it was quickly drank or used. At 10, I was 5 foot 6.5 inches tall and weighed 140 pounds. I was at least a foot taller and weighed twice as much as guys my age. I was also way stronger than them too, I was quite sure I was stronger than guys twice my age, but I kept that secret to myself. My parents didn’t even know how strong I was. It was the third Saturday in April, I was on the John Deere 4020 tricycle tractor and was attempting to discs harrow one of the 8-acre garden plots, so I could then till and plow, ready to plant that year’s crop. It wasn’t going well at all. It had snowed more that winter than it had in sixty years. It had rained hard, every day the first 13 days of April and the sun had only been out and shining five days. Parts of the garden for dry and firm, some a little damp and little soft a couple areas wet and very soft. I had just gotten through one of those areas, the disc harrower completely bunged up and full of wet dirt. I stopped the tractor, shut it off, got off and went to clear out the disc harrower. I was just about done, when the disc harrower started to move. I jump to get out of the way and then saw why it was moving. The right rear tire of where I had stopped turned out to be the softest spot in the garden and the wheel had sunken down past and over the top of the axle. I don’t know who the idiot was that had the idea to build a tricycle tractor in first place, they where unstable on hills, slopped field and most uneven surfaces. Not have the stability of two front wheels, that right rear wheel had sunk so far down that the tractor slowly rolled over onto its side. That was the first time I ever used the word, “FUCK”! As I jogged back to the barn to get the Ford Front Loader and some chains, I was trying to figure out how I could do this all by myself. I figured that if I could lift that right rear side up with the Ford to the point where the wheel was just above the ground I could then slide several oak planks under it, with the tractors weight dispersed on them it shouldn’t sink when I lowered it and got the Ford out of the way, then I should be able to drive the John Deere forward and be out of this mess. Everything was going according to my plan until no matter where or how I connected the chain the Ford Front Loader could not lift the rear wheel of the John Deere completely up and out of the ground. There was more than a foot left to go. I had laid the six oak planks on the ground close to where I would need them. One had placed one of the planks right beside the sunken wheel for me to stand on so I could attach and hook up the chain. I was standing on that plank, frustrated as hell the wheel wasn’t higher. For some reason, I squatted down and grabbed a hold of each side of the huge rear wheel to try and lift the tractor. I knew I was frustrated and worked up and figured I must just be blowing off some steam. When the tractor didn’t move, I move from frustrated to mad, which made me try even harder to life the tractor. I lost my grip when I was surprised to see and feel the tractor start to move and lift up. I sank a little deep than if had been, that moved me from mad to angry. I squatted and grabbed a hold of each side of the huge rear wheel again, I had a death grip on the damn thing. I poured every ounce of concentration and energy into that lift. The harder I strained, the more blood rushed into my muscles, making me get hot all over. The hotter I got the move power I had to lift harder, causing more blood to rush to my muscle, making me get even hotter, which gave me more power to lift even harder. My head cleared a little and I realized that I was standing up straight, my arms and hands still locked onto the huge rear wheel and that the bottom of the tire was about fifteen inches off the group. What the…? How the…? I thought. That’s when I noticed that I didn’t feel anything different than when I picked up and held my pet cat Shikon. Then I realized that I may have picked up the tractor, but how the hell was I going to get the planks underneath the wheel? I needed both hands to keep the wheel and tractor up. Or did I? It seriously didn’t feel like I was holding anything up. I leaned in hard and pressed my chest against the top of the tire with everything I could. I was hoping that would give me the second to two I needed to move my hands up under my chest to the inside top of the rim and lift from there. I thought hopefully that I might be able to remove my right hand and hold the tractor up with just my left hand. I could then use my right hand and arm to move the planks under the wheel. And I did just that! With just my left hand I lowered the tractor down till the wheel was resting on the planks. I just stood there, trying to make sense of it all. I looked at the ground, at the John Deere, at my hands, at my arms, at my legs and at my chest. I was big for a 10-year-old, but still how was it even possible for anyone weighing 140 pounds to pick up a tractor that weighed over 10,000 pounds, let alone hold it up with just one hand. I didn’t think it was typical for 140-pound, 10-year old’s to be that strong. I removed the chains, back the drove the Ford off the garden and parked it on the grass surrounding the garden. I went back and reconnect the discs harrower to the John Deere, got on started up the tractor and drove forward off the planks and off the garden and parked it on the grass, where I was going to leave it for now. I picked up and loaded all of the oak planks into the bucket on the Ford and drove back to the barn. I put the oak planks back from where I got them. Got the water hose and rinsed off all the mud and dirt on the Ford and then turned the hose onto myself, I was covered in dirt and mud pretty much from head to toe. The water coming out of the hose was ice cold, it felt good! All of my muscle still felt burning hot. When the first bit of cold water hit my chest, I swore I heard, “hhhhhiiiissssssss” and saw a flash of steam rise from them. I hadn’t got anything done that I had planned on doing that day. And with my mind reliving what had happen, racing and thinking about how it happened and trying to figure out what I should do about it, if anything. Should I tell my parents? What if they or someone else had seen me or somehow found out? Would the military or some doctors come and take me away to study me? How strong was I actually? Will I get even stronger as I grow up? I had some many thoughts racing through my mind, that I knew I couldn’t get any work done. All I wanted and was ready to do was go to my room, lay down on my bed and go to sleep. I remembered I had some shirts and shorts in one of the cabinets in the barn. So, I stripped naked and washed myself clean with the cold water from the hose. Coiled the hose up after finishing, picked up my old wet clothes and laid them over a never by fence rail. I was as dry as I was going to get without a towel, so pulled on a pair on shorts and a t shirt, picked up my steel toed boots and headed for the house, my room, my bed. Mercifully the house was empty. My father at work as usual, my mother out doing errands or something. There is no way she would have let me go without explaining why I had stopped working, why I was going to my room and why I just wanted to lay down and go to sleep. I had never down any of these things and there would be no way in hell, she would stop until she knew what the hell was going on. I think I was asleep the second my head hit the pillow.
  5. mutador

    Joe Turning Back Home

    DISCLAIMER: The story you're about to read is loosely based on Absman420's "The New Supermen" stories, but it must not be considered a continuation or sequel of any sort, due to key plot differences and disagreements between the authors. NOTE FROM AUTHOR: This is the longest musclegrowth piece I've written so far, and it took easily a month or more to write, thanks Absman for the inspiration despite our differences! Joe turning back home He woke up from the unnecessary sleep, though he didn't really need it, sleeping gave him that extra dose of power to feel just some more his hyper strength and masculinity. He rose from bed without using his hands, as he usually did, using his flying abilities which he now perfectly controlled. Since his transformation he slept with a pair of briefs very snug to his heavily muscled ass and tightened at the front by his big dick. He was one of the select few who had their own quarters, it was so because of his size and strength. Who would have said that of the flabby old Joe! He was the second strongest supercop and the second faster too! Actually he was the one with the best combination of speed and strength in the whole place. As he let his feet gently touch the bedroom's floor, he took a good glance of himself at the full-length mirror by his bed. His immense figure was impressive, at 6'3 1/2” (1.91m) his frame supported twice as much muscle as any bodybuilder he'd ever seen. He made a double biceps pose and also turned around to see if everything was right, checked his butt and the thickness of his legs, damn, he would bet he was bigger than yesterday. He thought maybe he'd grown overnight, it was still probable, only a month after the transformation he was not at the peak of it and there was still room for growth and strengthening, not that he needed any! Joe also gave a look at his face, stubble had grown as he slept, thick and strong as himself. He looked at his face, darn, he was looking good!, his blue eyes gleamed in front of the mirror, instead of his 54, he looked to be in his late thirties: his formerly bald head was now populated with strong short black hair in many places, he'd just reverted to the incipient baldness he'd had just twenty years before. This made him look even more manly than if his head had been completely full. His double chin had disappeared, replaced by a more protruding divided chin and a stronger jaw. The bridge of his nose had always been strong and squared, that remained the same, still increasing his masculine looks, but the tip of his nose that had started to point downward in his senior years was now erect and perfect, like magically fixed. He looked even better than at younger ages! He just smiled and blasted a beam of his powerful heat vision to the mirror, the ray bounced back to his face where every little hair melted away. “Wow”, he exclaimed, rubbing his face with his hand in satisfaction. “This is what I call a good shave”, said in a voice that made the walls rumble. He could have left his beard as it was cause he thought it made him look great, but today was a special occasion, the day when he was going back home. It took him about two seconds to dress, yeah, he took it a little slow this morning, he was leaving anyway. With a flash he appeared at the breakfast table like the other supermen though some chose not to use their superspeed to get at it. Darn, he got a good serving for the pleasure of it. The rest of the day went on as usual, only he and the men who got transformed the same day as him were leaving to their hometowns so they were happy and relaxed. They did the usual jog of 200 kilometers and the flight of a couple thousand miles at max speed just to warm up for the day. Joe couldn't stop thinking how cool it was going to be when his kids and his wife saw him arriving home, buzzing through the air, he wanted to see the look in their eyes at the moment they get a close gasp at his new physique. It was midday, after lunch they went away, it was Joe's last clothes change, he chose his outfit pretty cautiously, he wanted something that showed his new self, he picked a tight black t-shirt that seemed about to burst at the front pressed by his huge pecs and at the seams stretched by his upper-arms. He also wore short pants, snug in the butt and the enormous bulging thighs, much like the uniform supercops were going to be using in town. Then came the moment to part, they greeted each other and promised to stay in touch. Joe and Pablo flew together, for a moment they tried to outspeed each other but they realized they couldn't, though right now Pablo was slightly stronger than him, they were equal in flying speed. They talked about how many things they could do to improve their hometown, Pablo said there were never gonna be any more crime 100 squares around were he'd be patrolling and Joe doubled it saying 200 squares. Well, their fantasies weren't so far from reality, they could easily fly or run 20 kilometers in a matter of seconds. It took them very little time to arrive to Buenos Aires, they just had to cross the whole country, which took them easily half an hour flying at supersonic speeds. Once they were close they slowed down and each one separated to go to their duty places. Since both were top-notch supermen, the authorities had decided that Joe and Pablo were too much just for Buenos Aires. This usually happened when two supermen came from the same area, specially in this case when each one of these could do the job of two or three other regular ones. For example, it required two or sometimes three supermen to pick-up a fully loaded cargo ship at the dock, while both Joe and Pablo could do that almost single-handedly. That's the reason why Joe was in charge of Buenos Aires and Pablo was assigned to Mendoza. Joe slowly descended upon the street of his house, it was in Barracas. Imagine what Mrs. Caldanho, the old neighbor who was watering the plants in her garden, thought when suddenly a huge muscle man wearing a tight t-shirt and short pants came flying from the air, smiling broadly. She kind of froze in her stance, water dripping without stop onto the ground. Joe noticed her and descended very kindly just in front of her, “Hey, Mrs. Caldanho, everything alright?”, She took a moment to adjust and then said “Joe! is that you?” Despite his changes, Joe was still easily recognizable, he was only a perfected and enhanced version of himself. “Yes, mam, it's me, watch out the plants”, he reached down to the woman's water can and gently guided it upward with his fingers. “oh, yes” she muttered, “you must be careful, too much water is no good, ya know...”, Joe said in a voice that made the lady tremble. She was pretty short, the top of her head not even reaching his pectorals, so he had to almost crouch to talk to her. He greeted her and left her just as puzzled, then walked to his front door. “Damn”, he thought, he'd forgotten his keys, he rejoiced at the thought that he could easily rip the door away single-handedly, but he didn't want to have to fix it later so he knocked at it with the knuckle of his index finger, trying to be gentle not to accidentally slam it to pieces. Even so, from the inside it sounded like someone wanted to take the door down. “Oh damn!” Susan shouted at her sons in the upper floor, “who's hitting our door like that!”, she was working out in the living room and as easily as she jumped and jived with the home video she made a quick trotter to the front door. When she finally opened the door she was amazed, a huge guy was covering all her eyesight, “Who the fuck!”, she exclaimed, “Honey!”. Joe entered the place, smiling, he had to look down at her as with almost everyone in his neighborhood now. He'd been a couple inches taller than her before, but now her eyes met at the level of his nipples. She couldn't believe it, extended her hands to reach for each one of the big upper arms, trying to assimilate her husband's physique that was so wide as she'd never seen, she cupped her palms at his pecs, and also run them over his meaty thighs covered with manly fur as well as his arms. “Is this you?”, she asked in amazement. “Yes, it's me honey”, Joe replied. “Oh my god, you sound like an announcer, and you look so fucking gorgeous! I'm gonna be the envy of the whole neighborhood!”, she yelled! Susan didn't look bad herself, she was 48 and she was in charge of aerobics and dance classes at the gym so she kept in very good shape, actually Joe had been worried lately his wife might deserve someone better than him. Now it was going to be very hard for her to find someone better. With a grin, Joe put his big left hand under her ass and lifted her up to her surprise, she grabbed his huge biceps and triceps to keep balance and made a “Wow”. Joe kept her that way as if it was no effort for him, she shouted, “Come and see dad, kids!”. They had 4 sons, Amanda was 22 and about to leave home, Tom who was 17, Juan at 13 and Vicky at just 10, they flew down the stairs. First of them was Juan, “Oh fucking man! What happened to ya, is this ya?” The rest of the family arrived, “Yeah!”, Joe said and bent his free arm, his huge upper arm tensed into a mass as big as one and a half bowling balls and surely a thousand times more dense and hard than that. Tom was the only one who could reach for a caress, and run his hand while saying “Wow, watch my big dad!”, then Joe chuckled and put his arm back down. Tom just started pretending he was a boxer, jumping back and forth and landing a few punches at the Joe's now relaxed upper-arm and shoulder. “Punch as hard as you want buddy, I don't feel a damn thing”, Joe said confidently. Tom kept punching and Juan punched at his belly in a similar fashion. “That too”, Joe said and laughed. At the same time, Vicky was trying to envelop Joe's thigh, but it was too big around for her 10-year-old girl arms. “So, now they make the cops big, huh?”, Amanda asked defiantly, she didn't seem so happy. Joe put his wife down and walked towards Amanda, standing in front of her, “Amanda, dear, how you've been?” The rest of the family followed behind. Joe tried to reach for Amanda's shoulder for a caress but she quickly removed it, “Let go! You freak!” “Oh, honey, why do you act like that?”, Susan asked while reaching to hug her husband's upper-arm which she didn't seem to be able to let go. Joe was puzzled and took a few steps towards Amanda who was by the dinning table. “I'm just saying he doesn't look like my dad, he's a freak, and that's it! What do you think you're gonna do, reduce crime? You can kill someone, you're like a monster!” “Honey, you're wrong, you mustn't worry ”, Joe said calmly and picked up a chair, “Why don't we sit down and talk, honey?” and took a few steps towards her. She stepped back violently, “Don't get close to me, you phenomenon!” “What's wrong with you? I'm your dad, I'm not a monster!”, he replied. “Yes, you are!”, she defied. All this made Joe nervous, and he accidentally turned the chair in his hands into pieces. “See what I mean!”, Amanda said pointing at the squeezed chair in Joe's hands and rushhed upstairs to her bedroom. Joe just let the remnants fall on the floor, and looked at his wife concerned. “Jesus”, he said “what's wrong with her?”, he wasn't mad, since his transformation it took a lot to make him angry thus his heart was full of compassion and concern for his daughter, instead of anger. Susan tried to calm him down, saying maybe it was reasonable that their daughter needed some time to adjust to changes, that everything was going to get fixed the following day. Then his other sons asked him to show them what he could do, so they spent the rest of the afternoon looking at him flying and lifting up heavy stuff. The following day Joe was going on duty, all the kids were taking breakfast at the dinner table, except Amanda, when Joe rushed down the stairs. The look of him still amazed them, he was wearing just a pair of shorts, his furry chest completely bare, his gargantuan muscles bulging and bouncing as he moved. He decided not to shave that morning and sported the thick stubble he knew his wife and kids liked on him. Joe was carrying a plaid shirt in his hands, “Honey, guess I'll need new clothes”, he said showing the shirt to Susan who was preparing breakfast at the kitchen, “Remember when this fitted on me?”, he said with a grin, then he showed her and the kids how the sleeve of his old shirt couldn't get past his enormous forearm, he pulled and the sleeve ripped open at the seams. Joe saw the look of enjoyment and amazement in their faces, “Want me to try the pants?”, he asked then with a wheezing of superspeed he went back and forth from the bedroom carrying a worn-out pair of jeans in his hands. He compared the length of the old trousers with the length of his new legs holding them to his side, and noticed the old pants lacked at least 5 good inches. He tried one leg on but couldn't get it past the calves, and with a pull, ripped it open at the seams as well. He buzzed back and forth once more and appeared dressed like the day before, tight T-shirt and short pants. He opened the fridge and took some eggs and beacon, Susan put a hand on his big pectorals (as if she could be able to stop him) and said she was going to take care of his breakfast. “All right then, but I'll get a cup of coffee while you make it”, he said. “Oops, I'm afraid its cold”, said her and pointed at the coffee machine. Joe took the jar with coffee in his hand and got it close to his nose, he smelled kindly “Mmm, honey you make the most delicious coffee, only I prefer it hot”, he then gave a serious look at it and beamed a powerful ray of heat vision, it took just a second to bring the fluid to a little less than boiling point, then he served some coffee for him and the kids. He didn't forget to fill a cup for Amanda, who ran down the stairs already dressed and ready to go, “Hey, Amanda, come here have some coffee with your old man”, he said handing her the cup, “Stay away from me, you freak!”, she motioned to the doorway. “Where are you going?”, Joe asked. “It's none of your business”, she hed out and closed the door behind her. He could've used his speed to reach for her but he thought maybe it was best if she didn't feel he was controlling her, then maybe she'll understand everything was alright. Besides, there was not much chance to hide from him now, using his flying abilities, superhearing and supervision he could find her in seconds no matter where she'd gone. He sat down and had a big breakfast, eating very fast and large, Tom looked concerned at the way his father was eating, “Dad, aren't you afraid you may gain weight?”, he asked. “Don't worry son, no matter how much I eat my powers will keep my body just the same” “Awesome” “Besides, how much weight can I gain? I already weigh 430 pounds (193 kg) !!”, They laughed, “I still can't believe how big your arms are”, Juan pointed, “would you mind a little arm wrestling with me?” Joe was surprised, “Are you sure, son? I don't think...” “Oh, come on! Just to play...” Joe smiled and put his elbow on the table, his enormous bulging arm in wrestling position, with his palm open, “start whenever you want, son”. Juan put his comparatively tiny hand in his dad's grip, Joe closed his palm extra-carefully, he was concerned he might hurt his kid. “come on, buddy”, Joe said with a grin. Juan began to push, desperately trying to move his dad's arm, it was impossible, like it was carved out of stone. Joe was just looking at his unmovable arm and his son straining against it, as if he wasn't even involved in the wrestle, Juan moaned and used his other hand to support himself and put his whole body in the effort. “Hey, that is cheating! Dad's other arm is not on the table”, Tom pointed. “Haha, let him do as he wants”, Joe calmed Tom down, “Actually, why don't you stand up and use both your hands”, he recommended Juan. Juan did as he was said and put both his hands and his legs into the pushing, but it was to no avail. “Tom, why don't you help your brother?” Tom just grabbed Joe's fist with both hands and started pulling with all his might to help his younger brother. The big dad was still amazed at how effortless it was to keep his hand in place. “Mmm, guess it's my turn to take your hands down, isn't it? Just tell me if you get hurt or something and I'll stop immediately, I don't want my kids injured”, with this he gently and very slowly pushed their hands towards the table and when they touched it, he released the grip and took away his arm. They laughed. “Wow, that was great!!”, Juan shouted. Tom was chuckling and thinking how strong their dad must be, they'd seen him performing strength feats but they hadn't had a palpable feeling of his strength until that moment. “Guess you're not gonna upset your Dad from now on, do ya?”, Joe asked mockingly. “No way, Sir!”, said Tom and made a military greeting at his dad between cheers. Joe flew away to the central police station to report. It took him about two seconds because he got distracted watching and memorizing every place in town from the sky. When he walked into the station he was surprised, everything seemed so small, all the men looked so thin, weak and short (he'd got used to the supermen training camp). As he strode in the other cops looked at him in amazement, he walked to the counter and put his hands on it, dropping his weight, he quickly realized the counter was fragile and it was about to break and removed his hands. It took officer Sarah Candle a moment to adjust when she saw the big man. “Joe?! is this you?”. “Sarah, wassup! Any news since I've been gone?”, “Oh my god, you're HUGE!”, she said and put a hand on his arm. Another officer as old as Joe had heard Sarah's scream and got close “Joe! Hey buddy, welcome back MAN!” Officer McLong got to his side and patted Joe as hard as he could in the back. “Jesus man, you're a rock!” “Hey wassup, pal!”, Joe smiled broadly and turned around to face his old pal, they'd had the same height before, but now Joe had to look down on him “Jeez, long time no see”, Joe put one of his big hands on McLong's shoulder and gripped affectionately, then let go. “Ouch!”, McLong muttered and then massaged his shoulder. “Oh oh, sorry pal, are you ok? Tried to be gentle”. “It's ok, it's ok”, said McLong while still rubbing his shoulder. Joe beamed his shoulder with his x-ray vision and assured “ You mustn't worry, nothing is broken in there, pal.” Other cops passed by and greeted him, asked him to flex his new muscles and touched him, all in all a warm welcome for the big man. Officer Candle instructed him to go to the locker room, where she showed him his special clothes. She pulled out a pair of shorts and a huge short-sleeved shirt, she tried to extend it but it was so big she barely could with the length of her arms, “As you see, we've taken your new measurements into account, these are made of special materials that don't tear apart with heat, aren't pierced by bullets and also will stretch to fit your muscles, in case you grow some more, as it may be probable”. “Do you think I'll get even bigger?” “There have been cases, we don't know, in any case when you bend your arms or legs you need your clothes to stretch a lot as I see” “No doubt about it”. “These slippers are also unbreakable, specially designed for superspeed running”. “Cool!” “That's it” “No weapons?” “Why would you need a weapon?” “That's true” “Besides, as I see you've got a big weapon in there already”, she said pointing at Joe's crotch. Joe looked down and smiled, both laughed. “Take your time and dress”, she went out of the room. In just a second Joe appeared behind her dressed in new clothes with shield and all. The uniform was black and made out of a fabric that resembled that of regular uniforms, letters “BPD” were printed in his back, he had a radio on his right shoulder. “Wow, you're fast”, she gave a look at Joe, the new outfit seemed to jut out his awesome physique. “Well, now you're introduced and are wearing your shield I must submit to your orders”, she said and greeted at the big man in tough military way. “It's ok”, he greeted back, “I allow you to return to your duties officer”. “As you say, Sir, remember you must see the Station Chief and he will show you your office”. “I already know, thank you, you can leave now”. “Thanks, Sir”. This is something they were instructed to in the Academy, all supermen became automatically the highest police authority in town. This was made so for logical reasons, it was ridiculous that a man capable of kicking the whole police station to outer space had to submit to a regular guy he could easily snap like a twig. In some cases, the Chief of Police of the town was genetically capable of being turned into a supercop, but those were odd cases, superman's formula required the subject to have certain genetic mutations that only less than five percent of the male population possessed. In this case Joe had not been the chief of police and had been actually four steps below in the rank, so this was a big promotion for him. The Chief still remained in charge but Joe was named Major Commander of the force and the chief had to obey and report to him. He walked to the Chief's office, he was going to knock, but then remembered he was boss now, apparently the door was locked but he didn't notice and when he pushed at it, it ripped open, and in a moment he was standing inside holding up the door in his hand by the knob. “Oops”, he exclaimed, noticing how light the door felt in his hand. Officer Donald Scheuring was focused on some papers and found himself interrupted: “I told not to be disturb...!” he shouted but stopped in mid sentence when he saw what was in front of him. “Hello Don, wassup”, he said to the chief, damn, he always wanted to treat him this informal way. Don stood up, impressed by this sudden demonstration of power by Joe, and greeted in formal fashion, “Sorry Sir, you're welcome”. “It's ok, Don, you can relax”, said Joe while laying the door against the wall, “Get that fixed later”, he ordered looking at Don, signaling the door, enjoying the fact he was giving orders to the man who'd been giving them to him for years. Joe just stood in front of Don's desk with his hands in his hips in proud stance. Don walked towards him and extended his hand, when he was about to touch Joe he asked respectfully “May I...?” “Sure”, Joe replied, and Don put his hand in his huge upper-arm, giving it a caress. “Jesus, I must admit I'm impressed”, Don said. “Hehe, I bet you are, Don” “How strong are you?” “More than you imagine”, said Joe and put a hand at Don's belt and lifted him off the ground. “Wowow”, Don got a little scared, Joe laughed and played around with him in the air. “Would you take me down, Sir”, Don asked respectfully. “Of course”, Joe put him gently down, “show me my office now.” The office was in a special floor, on top of the station, it was specially built and designed for and by supermen, “This is your office, Sir”, Don said, “I haven't been able to enter, Sir, I suspect it's none of my business what's in it, but would you mind if I take a look with you, Commander?”. “It's ok, Don, you can come with me”. The office wasn't locked in any conventional way, no keyhole, no number pad, retina scan devices, voice recognition or security card interface. Don took the door's handle and tried to move it unsuccessfully, “Darn, who knows how this door works!” “Let me try”, said Joe, grabbed the handle and easily pulled, opening the door like it weighed nothing. It was just that the door was so heavy only a superman could move it. “Heh, guess you need to work those arms out at the gym some more, little Don”, joked Joe as he patted Don on the back making him stumble into the office. The place was huge, easily six or seven times bigger than Don's office, it was all very slick and stylish, computers and screens all over with simultaneous streams of information only a superman's mind could absorb. It seemed to have no windows. Don was amazed. Joe said “hey, this is very dark, how do we OPEN WINDOWS”? While he said that he heard some computer tingling sound and big windows opened lighting the place beautifully. “Great!” Joe screamed, “CLOSE WINDOWS”, and everything closed back down. “OPEN WINDOWS”, Don said but the computer didn't do as said. “Well, seems it only works with a real man's voice, OPEN WINDOWS”, said Joe while chuckling and the windows opened. “All right now, then...”, said Joe directing to Don, “as you may understand I'm in charge of many of the decisions and resolutions you have been taking before, thus, I want a report on your security strategy and future projections by seventeen hundred”. “By seventeen hundred?”, Don looked worried. “Yes, and it better be thorough, can you make it?”, asked Joe defiantly. “Yes, ...” A silence built up and Joe's eyes froze on the smaller guy for a moment. “... Sir”. “Very good, you're dismissed to your duties, officer”. “All right, Commander”. Joe was pleased, he walked around his office feeling his heaving muscles bouncing on him, rubbing the tight uniform. He thought he could go for a quick fly around town and check the place. Just as he thought about flying a circular opening appeared in the ceiling of his office. Just the size for him to pass. He flied through it into the Buenos Aires's sky. He raised himself pretty high to have a good global view of his area, checked the trains, the ships that were coming and going, the airport, the buildings, he realized he could focus in an area and using his supervision get a clear view of what was happening in any place 100 miles away from him. He could also penetrate any building with his eyes, and if he made the effort he could use his superhearing to detect and distinguish whatever anyone was saying no matter how in a whispering tone it was said. As he was perusing the dock, he detected some trouble and flew there in a snap. A group of men were working in a big container, trying to prevent it from falling in the ground. Apparently one of the chains of the crane that was transporting it broke and there was a high risk the remaining links could not stand. The men surprised as they saw Joe arriving at incredible speed, he kept hovering beside them, they were in awe not only because the supercop was flying like superman but also because of his size. “Hi guys, I'm the new chief of police, my name is Jorge Bullder”, he explained, “but you can call me Joe, I'm at your service”. “And what can you do?”, asked one of the men, who stood out from the crew looking fat and tough. “This”, Joe flew under the container and single-handedly lifted it until it unhooked, he then held it balanced in his right hand while got back close to the men, still hovering in the air, “So, Where do you want to put it?” The guys that were awestruck had to regain breath to speak. Then one of them shouted and signaled an empty spot in the dock's container lot. Joe easily flew there and gently dropped the container that must have weighted around ten tons in the floor. The group of men came close to him and some of them even dared to pat him in the back and shoulders, he greeted them and flew away. Joe thought he was going to be a busy supercop, but he was too fast and efficient and there were very few occasions when a superman was really needed, so he had plenty of free time. He spent his leisure time thinking about how to make the city police better or enjoying it with his kids and wife. Instead of spending the whole day patrolling or in the station, he went back and forth from home to the street then to the station anytime with complete freedom. Since he was the boss nobody was going to tell him what to do, and he was so fast it took him just one second to zip from place to place. He kept his radio on at all times and people from the 911 called him when there was a superman-class emergency reported in town. Even early in the mornings when everyone was asleep there was a vibration system in his radio that woke him up to go on duty. He decided he would have lunch at home while he waited for the reports Don had to make for him. In an instant he arrived home, when he was landing he realized the front yard's grass wasn't mowed, actually it was a mess. He gave a quick x-ray glance at the house and found Tom, Juan and Vicky had just arrived from school and were preparing for dinner and Amanda was locked in her bedroom. Susan was cooking at the kitchen. He got in the house, “Hey everyone!”, the kids were already coming down. The TV was on, it was the news: “Finally, Buenos Aires has its supercop, today he helped a group of workers with an unstable container at the dock”, said the announcer while interviews with the dock workers were shown “He's the biggest guy I've ever seen”, said a fat guy “I bet he's stronger than the original superman”, added a guy by him. Pics of him appeared on screen, so many Jorge wondered who'd taken them! “Hey look! Dad's in the news!”, said Vicky proudly. “Hehe, I'll be there often I guess”, Joe said. Susan called everyone for dinner, including Amanda, who seemed to ignore her. The kids and Joe sat at the table, the big dad had a huge serving of food. When everyone looked at him he replied, “You know how much I like eating and now I can eat as much as I want!” “It's ok honey, you must eat, I want you big and strong”, Susan said while giving Jorge's upper-arm a good grab. Joe ate quick and the kids too, then they talked a little at the table, “Hey, what happened with the lawn in my absence boys?”, Jorge asked in a friendly but firm way. “Nobody dared mow it?” “No, dad, it's just that..., remember we lent the mower to Mr. Charleston?”, replied Tom. “Yes, and what with that?” “Well, he didn't want to give it back to us” “Really? How unusual of him...” The doorbell rang in Mr. Charleston's house, he hurried to the door, when he opened it a figure of immense size was standing in front of him, the tip of Charly's head barely reached the man's adam's apple. When he recognized him as Joe he faked a smile “Joe, it's you, I've seen you in the news, congratulations pal!” “Thank you buddy, may I come in?”, Jorge asked politely. “Of course”, said Charleston, almost trembling. “How've things come out lately Charly? Everything alright?” “Yes, well, some money problems, but everything else is ok” Jorge put a hand on his left shoulder, it was so heavy Mr Charleston went weak on the knees and almost fell in the ground “Remember about the grass mower I lent you”, Jorge removed his hand. “A mower?” “Yeah, you know, that big expensive one we had just bought...”, as he spoke Jorge used his hands to emphasize his words, Charleston couldn't help but follow the huge arms with his eyes, just thinking how powerful they must've been. “Uh! I remember! Well... umm...I don't have it”, replied the man almost in a whisper. “You don't have it?”, Jorge's muscles grew tense, suddenly his already big figure increased in size, he put his hands in his hips. He did a quick x-ray examination of his neighbor's house. “Yes, you don't have it”, he said while taking a couple steps towards Charleston, “I guess there's a good explanation”, he said while Charleston took some steps back. “Well, I...” “What's this inside your pants?”, said Jorge and picked the guy up like a scarecrow, turned him around in the air and with his free hand took a little bag out of the guys pocket. The bag had some white powder. “Are you on drugs?” “I can explain it.” “You better, I can get you in jail for this! You sold my mower to buy drugs?” “Calm down, pal!” Joe realized what he was doing and that with his immense power he could hurt the guy, so he softly let him stand on his feet again, then he chilled out and talked in a calm way. “Charly, are you aware that you're sick? I mean, you need help, but you must understand I can't just overlook this, though I don't necessary have to put you in jail” “Would you let me go then?” “Not at all!”, all of a sudden Joe looked concerned and inadvertently picked Charleston up again. “Wowowow”, Charly panicked. Joe smiled and put him back down. “I'm taking you to a rehab center Char...” “Can I refuse...?” “I'm afraid you have no option, you better tell me who sold you this or I'll get you straight to jail”, Joe was still holding him pretty firmly and there was no way to escape from him. “Well I don't know, I mean, there are many guys selling it to me, I switch dealers, some get cheap, others are more expensive, I don't have just one” “Where do you buy it then?”, asked Joe in a concerned manner. Charly told him where were the best areas of the city to get drugs. Then he walked him outside, did a slight jump, Charleston surprised and suddenly they were flying. Joe took him to the center in just a few instants. Back home, the kids asked Joe about the mower, he had to explain he couldn't get it back... “He dared not give it to you?”, asked Tom, obviously surprised at Charleston's bravery. “Haha, no, it's not that, he didn't have it”, replied Joe slightly chuckling. “And what did you do to him, just let him go? If I were you I would've crushed his skull with my hands” “If you were me you wouldn't want to do that, besides he had a drug problem” “He sold the mower to buy drugs? And you let him go?!” “No, I took him with me...” “Ah,... now I understand, you put him in jail!”, Tom said now happy to know his dad's authority had been preserved. “Yeah, sort of...” “Cool! And how are we going to cut the lawn?” “Mmm... I guess I have an idea, stand back”, with this Joe put a hand on Tom and Juan's chests and dragged them back, almost lifting them off the ground. He gave a focused look at the lawn and shot a wide ray of heat vision at it, it was a brief instant, but enough to burn the grass that looked completely carbonized, then he took a deep breath and blew at it like a hurricane, the wind took the ashes away and there it was, the grass looked like it had been carefully chopped. “Wow!”, shouted Juan, amazed. “Don't think you will be relieved from having to mow the lawn now! This is a special occasion, next time you'll have to do it by yourselves”, said Jorge firmly. Joe flew back to the Station and to his office, and sat in front of his desk, watching at the computer screen and absorbing the flood of information. The comfortable armchair he was sitting in was bigger than the normal size, yet he was pleased at the way his huge muscled body fitted tightly in. He heard a bell ringing, he looked at the intercom monitor, it was Don. Joe thought about the door opening and it quickly opened at his mental command, Don came in. “Sir, I brought you the report you asked for”, said Don, Joe stood up in front of the smaller man who was still surprised by his size and took the report from his hands. “Thanks, sergeant”, said Jorge and quickly flipped the pages of the report in front of his face. Then he handed it back. “Aren't you going to read it?”, Don looked puzzled. Jorge said with a grin, “I already read it and memorized it, sergeant. Not a bad job for someone of your capacities!” “Well, thank you, Sir” “What I noticed is that there is no mention about the drug problem the city seems to be undergoing, I must ask you for an addendum addressing this subject” “Of course Sir, you will have it as soon as possible” “Hope very soon is possible” “Ok, Sir, as you wish” “Dismissed” “Thanks” With this Don left the room. There was something wrong about this and Jorge knew it, all around he'd been receiving reports on crimes associated with drug abuse and yet there was no mention of that in the report, he wondered why Don didn't include an analysis of one of the worst security problems of the city. Jorge decided he would take the matter in his hands, he would start with the heaviest and more dangerous drugs like crack and heroine, then go for cocaine. Jorge didn't mind much about weed, he always thought they'd better legalize it, he actually was a consumer in the seventies and even until recently he would smoke a joint now and then. Jorge decided he should go for another round in town, let people know him better. He flew away and descended slowly in a crowded avenue. People noticed his descent, gathered and signaled at him. A superman was not something as new as before, people already knew the original superman, what they liked about Jorge was that he looked like a regular guy, like it was your father or brother who got superpowers, and that it was all theirs, it was Buenos Aires's. Once in the ground he greeted the small crowd, some even got the chance to grab his huge upper arms and talk to him. He noticed two guys from a moving company carrying a fridge with great difficulty, he stood by them and offered help, then put a hand under the fridge and the men surprised at how it seemed to float away from their grab. There was a lady outside instructing at the guys, Jorge asked her “Where'd this go, madam?” The woman pointed at a spot inside her house and Jorge single handedly took the fridge in like it was made out of cardboard. The men and the lady thanked him and he continued walking down the avenue, his huge muscles bouncing up and down with every step, people looking at him, some even knew him from before his transformation and greeted him. He noticed there was a street lamp bent over, apparently a truck had crashed on it or something. He steadied the base of the street lamp's pole with his hand, and with the other he easily straightened it, the steel squealed loudly as he bent the metal back to its original shape with his hands. He suddenly picked up something with his super-hearing, then buzzed quickly inside a bank a block away. Some kind of hostage situation had started. There was a guy with a shotgun pointing at the people who were throwing themselves on the floor. Another guy was harassing a cashier with a bag, asking her to fill it with money. The guy with the shotgun just saw a huge man appearing in front of him, and hesitated with the surprise. This gave Jorge time to seize the shotgun from the guy's hands, then with the easy and confident movement of his powerful arms he bended and twisted the barrel until it was just metal crap. He picked up the guy like a scarecrow, the other guy was too busy with the cashier and when he turned around to see his partner it was too late, Jorge was in front of him and had grabbed him. He had to leave the bag and the money. Then he heard a car starting outside and rushed powerfully out carrying both the burglars in his hands. He appeared right in front of the car, it had already started and crashed in his knees which prevented it from advancing. The driver pushed the accelerator but it was to no avail, the wheels turned and turned against the pavement and soon the smell of burned rubber was in the air. Jorge lifted a foot and trod violently in the car's front with it, making a huge and deep dent and completely destroying the engine. This took the wheels to a stop, the driver was paralyzed, the big cop put the two guys inside the car, then picked up the vehicle and flew it all the way to the nearest police station. “Another job well done”, he thought. It was evening and he flew back home. Once there he helped his wife fix some dinner, while the kids were doing homework. “I'm concerned about Amanda”, he said to Susan. “Well, I'm a little concerned too, but I think she'll be alright” “Mmm, she's talking on the phone now, with a guy” “How do you know?, Do you read minds too?”, Susan asked in surprise. “Heh, no, I have superhearing, remember, I can hear everything they say” “And what do they say?” “His name is Brock, she says him 'honey', and they talk about how they're gonna be kissing.” “Isn't that romantic?” “He says he's coming to pick her up in about half an hour.” “Don't worry darling, I know the way we raised her, she knows how to take care of herself.” “I hope so.” They continued with the dinner, then several minutes later Amanda came down the stairs. She looked at her father with despise and went in front of the TV. Jorge walked close to her. In the screen there was a report on how the drug problem was disrupting life in town. There were interviews with the parents of the drug addicts and they showed images of street fights and drug rehab clinics. “Honey, I know you're dating with a guy” “It's none of your business” “I know he's coming now, I'd like to meet this guy, would you introduce him to us?” “You were spying my phone call? What do you use your powers for, gossiping?” “Well, know what Am, if you don't let me talk to the guy then I won't let you go with him.” “You can't forbid me to go, I have age to live alone already” “Yes but you live at my house and you go by my rules, is it clear young lady?”, he said this while putting his hands in his hips and expanding his torso, Amanda had to admit being intimidated. Then the doorbell rang. She stood up and rushed to the front door. Jorge whizzed quickly and appeared in front of her, his gargantuan figure covering her whole eyesight. “I'll open”, he said down to his daughter, turned around and opened the front door. The guy was outside and almost fainted when the door opened and all he could see was a huge muscled torso in a tight shirt and enormous bulging arms turning the door for him. He looked up at the large fella and couldn't believe it was the new supercop everyone was talking about in town. Jorge beamed him with x-rays and noticed he was clean, no drugs, weapons, knifes or anything unusual. “You must be Brock, come in”, Jorge said with his deep earth shaking voice and gave a good look at the guy, Brock was almost a head shorter than him but pretty well built and very good looking. “My name is Jorge, I'm Amanda's father”, Jorge boomed at the kid and extended his huge meaty hand. The boy took it and Jorge gripped at him pretty tight making the kid's hand crack. Jorge was pleased at the look of concern in the boy's face but he didn't really want to get his bones broken so he released and Brock took his hand out quickly, then the youngster tried to take the soreness out of it by shaking it in the air and massaging it. “You got a pretty good grip in there, Sir” Jorge smiled and closed the door behind the guy. “So you ride, uh?”, Jorge said to the guy regarding the harley that was parked outside. “Yup, Sir” “Be careful with that one, specially when my daughter is on it... And, what do you do?” The guy trembled and hesitated, “I... I work at a warehouse, Sir” “Uhm... at a wharehouse?” “Yeah, ya know, I move cargo in and out, that sorta thing” “Maybe I can help you move the heavy load some day, don't you think?”, said Jorge while bending his right arm into a ball of dense superpowerful muscle. “Wow sure”, the kid replied. “Ok, we'll see, and where are you two going?”, Jorge asked. “Enough Dad! It's none of your business! What are you trying to do, control us?”, Amanda replied furiously. “W.. we are going to the cinema, then for some dancing, ya know... nothing out of the ordinary.. Sir”, Brock said. “The cinema, mm.. it's ok”, Jorge smiled. “I hate you”, Amanda says. Jorge tried to ignore his daughter's strong temper, “Ok, well, have a good time”, Jorge said to them, then extended his hand to Brock again with a smile. Brock took his hands away and smiled “Woow, I prefer not to, Sir!” Jorge said “It's ok” between chuckles and patted at the guy's shoulder, this took Brock off balance but within a few seconds he recovered, then walked away massaging his sore shoulder and rode on his bike, Amanda rode behind him. When they were already speeding up, Amanda asked him “Why did you have to tell him where do we go? I mean, you don't have to do it, we're adults” “Am, did you see your dad lately? The guy is a fucking colossus, his upper arm is as big around as my rib cage, he could crush me like a grape if I refused to talk to him”. Amanda kept quiet and they sped away quickly. At home, Susan got close to Jorge, he said “I'm going after them and see where they go”, as he was motioning out of the house Susan said “Stop! Honey... you must trust your daughter, you're going to make things worse if they realize you know where they'd been, I'm sure they didn't lie”. He thought she was right, but he also thought it was a good night for air-patrolling anyway, maybe he'd find some drug dealers. He went out flying and took a pretty high spot above town. There he couldn't help but give a brief look at his daughter with his vision powers, they didn't lie, they were entering a cinema as they had said. He then decided to fly down into a pretty abandoned spot in town, where he clearly saw a guy selling drugs. He descended behind the drug dealer, the buyer saw him and quickly run away, Jorge let the buyer go and grabbed tightly at the dealer. It was just a kid, he almost pees in his pants at the look of the supercop. “Hey buddy, caught ya”, Jorge said to the kid. The boy tried to mumble he wasn't doing anything illegal, Jorge smiled and picked him up by his jacket's collar then looked at him with x-rays and put a hand in a pocket where he took out several packets with crack. “I guess this is illegal”, Jorge said and the kid didn't reply. “Tell you what, you tell me who sells this to you and I let you go”, Jorge proposed confidently. “They'd kill me if I do that” “I will protect you, otherwise I have to take you in”, then Jorge put the guy down but was still grabbing him. The kid looked concerned, he wasn't sure what to do. “The way I see it, you don't have many options little pal” “Ok, I'll tell you”. The boy told him who was dealing the drugs for him, Jorge flew there, still carrying the boy in his arms, just in case he gave a false address. He x-rayed the place and found clear signs that they were dealing drugs, then let the kid in a far spot to protect him and went back to the place. It was an apartment in a fancy spot in town, nothing that looked suspicious. He entered the building in a conventional way, supersped stairs up, and got to the 5th floor, there he knocked. He noticed with his x-rays that the door was of reinforced steel but made to look conventional. Despite his powerful knocking nobody came out. He shouted “Police! Come out! You're under arrest!”. He knocked a few more times, “If you don't come out I'll have to enter by force”, screamed Jorge with his rumbling voice. Inside the guys were busy trying to hide the evidence of drugs, they had been doing some splitting up and a couple kids were there waiting for their part to sell in the streets. Suddenly they heard a loud crack, the door and part of the wall ripped away, held firmly by one of Joe's mighty hands. He gave a few earthshaking steps in and threw the door and the piece of wall away casually. “What do we have in here? I'm afraid, you're all under arrest” “It's a mistake, Sir, you won't find anything unusual in here”, said the guy that looked like the boss (more like a capo mafia), since there were no drugs or anything like that in sight. “Guess having a little alcohol constitutes no illegal act”, the man said pointing at a couple bottles of beer. Jorge smiled and walked towards a big metal trunk, heavily locked. He picked it up with his hand (it weighed 200 pounds the least) and with the other he grabbed the big lock, pressed, and turned it into bits, then opened the trunk and flipped it upside down letting packets of cocaine and crack fall on the floor. Jorge then threw the trunk away and proceeded to call for reinforcements. “While my partners are coming, I want to know a couple of things”, he walked confidently towards the guy who looked like the leader, grabbed tight under one of his armpits lifting him up almost inadvertently. “First of all, I know you're just an intermediary, I want to know who's selling to you” “I don't know” “You're kidding me?”, Jorge tightened his grip and lifted the guy off the floor. “No no, please, take me down, I met this guy in the Internet, he told me to leave the money in a trash can in Rivadavia park and he would send one of his guys to take the cash and put the merchandise in, I've been doing this for a couple of months” Jorge took the guy flying away through the window “you're gonna tell me just the right spot”, they flew above the park and the guy pointed at a trash can “this is the place”, they descended, “Mmm, it's ok, hope for your own good you're not lying to me”, Jorge replied, “Now you're going to jail and I'll know where to find you in case you lied” “It's the truth, Sir” “And when is the next delivery scheduled for?” “We do this once a week, today was the one for this week, so I'm afraid you'll have to wait” “You better not lie”, Jorge didn't yet trust the guy but flew him back to the apartment where the regular cops had arrived, and gave the guy to them for arresting. Joe returned home, all through dinner he looked upset, and he answered just yes or no to his kid's and wife's questions. He sat on the couch, which squealed by the weight of his heavy physique. He picked up the remote control to watch some TV, unable to find a channel to please him he flipped through the buttons, “how boring” he said, and in a rush of anger crushed the remote between his fingers. Susan got close to him “Honey, what's wrong?” “It's nothing.” “Come on, I know you, I don't have x-ray vision but you can't hide your feelings from me.” “Well, I thought I was going to end this whole drug traffic thing tonight” “And what prevented it?” “I can't really find the main source of the drugs, with all this powers and I can't find it, they seem to have found a way to hide it from me” “Don't you have a clue or something?” “Yes, well, if I climb up the ladder of dealers I know I will find it but it will take time.” “Well, you know honey, you're incredibly powerful, but you're not a god; you're being too hard on yourself.” “Yes, could be” “Besides, You know I've been missing you all this months you've been away”, with this Susan started massaging his husband's pecs and caressing one of his enormous shoulders “maybe I can help you relax”, she added. “Honey, uhmm”, Jorge felt uncomfortable. “Last night I did a lot of effort to refrain from jumping on you, you're looking so hot; and don't think I didn't notice that your dick is easily twice as big and fat”, she said taking a hand down to his crotch, noticing that his husband's dick was getting hard. “I'm sorry honey,” he motioned her gently away, taking her hands away. “What's wrong?” “It's not that easy sweetheart, there are certain risks to take into account, I'm maybe too powerful to get laid with you” “What do you mean?, you love me, you wouldn't hurt me!” “That's true honey, but I make a lot of things without even realizing, my prostate gland is so powerful I can dig a hole in a wall with my ejaculation, when I thrust my dick back and forth I gain a speed you won't be able to take” “And what if you slow down just for me?” “I can't guarantee I will be able to do that... until I find a way to have safe sex with you I'm not going to touch you honey, I'm sorry.” “We'll overcome this, we'll find a way” “I want you to know that I will understand it if you find substitutes” “How dare you! I'd never do that! May we kiss, don't we?” “Yeah, I guess there's no danger in kissing” And they did so. The following days Jorge patrolled the city trying to find new clues regarding the location of the main dealers but to no avail. In the back of his mind, the subject of sex with Susan persisted and kept worrying him, he thought he'd better ask for advice in the superman's Internet forum that had been recently open, maybe his superpals could help him, he thought he mustn't be the only one with a wife to please. In the forum every other supermen told him they were refraining from sex with their wives until further notice, some chose to jack off or have sex with other supermen. Jorge had even arranged meetings with a couple other supermen who remembered him from the Academy and were eager to fuck with him. Then, when he wasn't expecting it, a private message appeared in his screen, they said there was an experimental device that could help him and they needed supermen for testing, he had to fly to the supermen's headquarters for further details. He thought he had nothing to lose so he sped away to the headquarters, flew across the country in about half an hour. When he appeared he met another superman who recognized him and instructed him were to go. He got into a lab where other supermen were working. “Hey, I didn't know this place”, he said to the men in lab coats, these guys were supermen scientists obviously because their tight labcoats couldn't hide their enormous physiques. “Hello Joe, pal, How'd things been going lately?”, said one of the scientists. Joe recognized him finally, it was Tancredi, one of his pals from the academy. “Hey man! What's up! What happened to you I thought you were a cop!” “Yeah, well, they wanted to create a team of super-scientists and they enrolled me... you know I always liked science and with this super-intelligence we have everything seems so easy now... Hey! Look at you! I bet you look bigger than last time!!”. “You think so? Think I might be growing?” “I'm sure man, you're taller and more muscled, I wonder just how strong you must be” “More than I would like to, sometimes. But, geez! What do you guys do?” “Certainly much more than regular scientists, we already found the cure to almost every illness, including AIDS” “Amazing” “We've also thought about the problems other supermen could have...” “Well, you know, this issue is bothering me...” “Oh yeah, well, we have something here that could help you” “Really?” Tancredi's voice instructed the computer to open a locker, inside it was a spherical device, it was made out of chromed steel, very shinny and seemed to have a red button. Tancredi took the thing in his hands and showed it to Joe. “Well, I'm going to show you how it works, but I must warn you it won't feel good”, with this Tancredi pushed the red button, the device shone and hummed slightly. Suddenly Joe felt a little weary, he moved his hands and then his legs and realized he felt his limbs heavier. “Hey!”, he exclaimed. Moving his hands took some effort actually, he was used to effortless motion. “What's this?”, Jorge said, he looked around trying to use his x-ray vision and also checked if he could get flying thrust, but he couldn't. “Feels awful, doesn't it? This is what this device does, we've found a special secret combination of electromagnetic wavelengths that cancels our powers” “What the fuck!?” “It won't kill you, but it will just take out your superstrength, invulnerability, visual capacities, fly capacities, making you just like a big and strong but regular man” “This means I can have sex with regular people?” “Yes” “That's right, well, isn't this dangerous? I mean, there were no means to take our power away before, not even kryptonite” “This is the only device in existence, it was made to be effective in the range of a small room only, and if someone tries to disassemble it in order to find how it works it will destroy itself” “Now please turn it off!” Tancredi pushed the red button again and the device stopped glowing. Both supermen found their strength coming back. “Wow, feels much better”, screamed Jorge. “Now take the device and give it a try, but be careful, nobody must know this exists!”, said Tancredi and handed Jorge the apparatus. “Thanks buddy”, with this Jorge flew back home with the device in his hands. That night after dinner, Susan found Jorge more cheerful and talkative than usual, she also realized he was physically much closer to her, touching her now and then like he used to do before his transformation. He picked her up and took her to the couch where they sat by each other, she was surprised, he enveloped her with his huge arm, she caressed it. They turned the TV on, there was an aerobics teacher bouncing in the screen, behind him a bunch of athletic guys were mimicking his moves. “Geez, they look so hot!”, she said. Then Jorge remembered, “Hey! You know that guy don't you? You two shared a class, didn't you?” “Oh yeah! I've seen him now and then... think his name is Nathan” “Just now and then, uh?”, Jorge interrogated suspiciously. “Yes, I mean...” “I understand honey, you don't have to hide it, so many months without me and you got these athletic looking guys available” “You know I wouldn't do that to you Jorge! I'm not that kind of girl” “Know what, I don't care what you've done in my absence, cause tonite I will show you what a real man is”, then he bent his right arm in front of her face. “Is Nathan's as big as this one?”, he asked. “Honey, you know he's not”, Susan chuckled while massaging Jorge's big upper-arm. “He's not even a fourth the size, is he?” “He's not even an eighth, sweetheart, he's not even in the same league as you” “Would you like to fuck with this mammoth of a man?” “But you said...” “Well, I have a surprise”, he put his hand under her butt and stood, lifting her up, she grabbed his huge shoulder for balance and he took her to their bedroom. He let her lay on the bed, closed the bedroom door and took the sphere device out of a drawer. He pressed the red button and put the thing over the night table. Darn, it didn't feel well at first, but within a few minutes he grew accustomed. He laid himself on the bed next to her. Darn, he wasn't super now, but he was still big and heavy to make the bed squeal, and with his size, even as a regular man he could easily win any strongman competition. “What's this honey?” “This thing turns me temporarily into a regular man so we can fuck” She immediately jumped over him. It caught him by surprise, though even as a regular guy he could easily take her weight, as a superman he wouldn't even budge. Then she started punching at his huge pecs as hard as she could. “This is for making me wait so long”, she cried. “Hey, hey, stop it, you're hurting me” he said between laughs. Even without superpowers his wife's punches didn't hurt him, but he had forgotten how pain felt, no matter how little. He grabber her, he could get ahold as hard as he wanted now, he wasn't going to squeeze her, and they began fucking. Amanda came home, she was walking upstairs to her bedroom when she heard the moans and groans of her parents orgasm, she thought it was disgusting, then she realized there was an unusual glow and humming sound coming out of the bedroom. “How disgusting of you too! Is everything alright?”, she asked and knocked at the door. None of them could notice her, even Joe without his powers could be easily caught by surprise. The bedroom door was unlocked, so she easily entered just when they had finished their orgasms. As they saw her, they tried to hide grabbing their sheets close to their bodies. “Amanda! Go away!”, Susan screamed authoritatively. Jorge remembered about the device that was glowing and reached for it and turned it off quickly. He felt ecstatic as his powers came back fast, making him feel a million times the man he'd been a second before and he couldn't help but shout a loud “Wow”. This caught Amanda's attention but she didn't mention anything about it. “Ok, sorry I guess you're adults, can do anything you want”, and she went away wondering what that weird device was for. During the week their lives went on as usual, only difference was they had sex every night. Nor Tom or Juan cared about it, they thought their parents deserved to do it, nor they cared about the faint glow coming from their bedroom while they fucked. It was the day of Jorge and Susan's second sexual intercourse, Tom and Jon shared a single bedroom, which was in the opposite side of the house, Amanda's bedroom was next to their parents' so she got all the groans and moans. Their shared bathroom happened to be next to Jorge and Sue's room. In the middle of the night while the glow was coming out of their parents' room Tom woke up in desperate need for a pee, he got inside the bathroom and began to piss, darn it felt good. But it wasn't just the piss, there was something more, something made him feel real good. When he grabbed his dick to direct the stream, he could swear it was a little thicker, “what the fuck!”, he thought, but he was still a little asleep so he didn't care much, he folded his dick back and turned back to bed, once there he was feeling the same as usual and his dick felt the same size as ever, he thought it may have been a crazy dream. Amanda wasn't home that night, she was laying in a field with Brock, looking at the stars and talking. “Know something? I saw something weird last night”, Amanda pointed to her boyfriend. “Weird like what?” “My parents were having sex” “What's unusual about that? They're supposed to” “Yeah, I know, but since my dad had come back I'd never noticed them fucking” “That sounds reasonable, imagine this... a superman must have super orgasms, maybe your mother can't take them” “And how do you know so much?” “I don't know, I just suppose”, replied Brock. “But apparently, they've found a way to disable my father's superpowers, cause they sounded like they were having sex like crazy” “Really?”, Brock seemed interested. “Yeah, I saw something weird, you know like a metallic sphere, it glowed and all, my dad turned it off quickly and it stopped glowing, he just screamed like he was relieved”, she said while knotting it all in her head. “Maybe it's some kind of device that takes his powers away”, Brock completed. Amanda's eyes seemed to light up in the night. The day has come, a week had passed since the last merchandise delivery. Jorge was hovering among the park, he had taken care the money was carefully deposited in the trash can as usual, and was waiting for the guy to come and take the drugs. Then a suspicious fella appeared, carrying a bag, he looked like a vagabond, he walked directly to the trash can and perused inside with his hands until he took the money and put the bag with drugs. Jorge appeared quickly from behind a tree, descended and grabbed the guy. It took the man by surprise, he was not an old vagabond as he first looked like but a big healthy young man disguised for the task. “Hey! What the fuck!” “Gotcha fella, now you better take me where your boss is” “I don't know anything” “Are you sure?”, Jorge had lost his patience, he grabbed the guy at his upper-arms, picked him up and pressed him with his hands to make him feel his power. “You better tell me, I'm not gonna be nice”, and Jorge gripped tighter, some cracking sound was getting heard. “Ok, ok”, said the guy in suffering, then Jorge loosened his grip a little. “There is a guy”, the man continued, “I don't know his name, I could never talk to him directly, I go to his office, and a few of his employees give me the merchandise to carry for a small fee, I make my living out of it”, the man said almost in between sorrows. “Ok, you're going to take me to this guy's office”, and Joe took the guy for a flight. At home, Amanda sneaked inside their parents' bedroom, she knew they were not that careful, and left everything unlocked so she easily got in. She tried to open the drawer where her father kept the device but it was locked indeed. Nothing she couldn't handle, Brock had taught her how, she took a clip from her hair and bent it, played around with it inside the drawer's keyhole until something seemed to snap in, and “voila!” it was opened. The nice shinny metal sphere was there as expected. Amanda took it and quickly got out of the room trying no to be seen. Tom was casually getting out of his bedroom “Hey! Am, what do you have there?” “None of your business, idiot”, and she ran down the stairs and outside the house. Tom thought there was something odd about her. Jorge flew down with the guy in his hands, it was an old building, he checked it with his x-rays, there seemed to have been an office but it was abandoned now. It looked more like a computer center than the office of a dealer. He got in with the guy, the guy said it was the place, he didn't know why they'd left. Apparently a spy had informed about Jorge's moves and gave them time to leave, but it looked like they'd left quickly, the computers were on and Jorge was sure they had information on where to locate the place where they kept the drugs for distribution and where the main leader of the gang was hiding. He tried to hack on them but it was impossible, he was not a computer expert and all the documents had codes and protections. Jorge flew with the “delivery boy” to the main police station where he got him jailed; He went for Sarah at the counter, “Sarah, do we have a computer technician on duty?” “Yes I'm sure we do, Officer Lorny, office 26” “Ok, I'll pay him a visit” Jorge got into the guys' office, he was busy typing in the computer. Jorge took a few mighty steps towards Lorny. The geek looked up at the huge man, he couldn't believe his eyes, Jorge's huge thighs' distinct muscles ballooned as he stepped on the ground, the extraordinary barreled torso's pecs bounced up and down erotically, his arms stretching the t-shirt's fabric impossibly, and the look of the fists Jorge liked to put in his hips while he spread his upper-body showing off his lats. Lorny regained composure and stood up quickly, he greeted in formal way. Jorge greeted back, “I need your service, there are a couple computers I need you to hack” “As you say, Sir, give me the address and I'll be there shortly”, the small guy said. “There is no time for that”, and Jorge caught the nerdy guy from under the armpits to his surprise and took him outside, quickly arriving to the dealer's office by flight. He sat the guy in front of one of the machines “Can you access this? I need to find where do they keep the drugs and where do they hide” “Well, I'm familiarized with this type of system, they usually have a backdoor you know”, the guy tried on some key combinations but it was useless. “We might try brute force, you know...”, Lorny said and smiled, then added “bet you have a lot of brute force in there” and grabbed one of Jorge's huge forearms. Jorge gave a cocky but firm look at the guy , “Just kidding”, Lorny said, “we should try entering some password, maybe we're lucky, usually female names work best” “I see, ok, well, let's try Susan” Lorny typed in but nothing... “Don't you know another, maybe a longer one, I don't know” “Mmm, I dunno, why don't you try 'Amanda'”. The geek entered the name in the keyboard and after a few flashes a long stream of information passed through the screen, the computer went blank. “Oh geez! This kind of protection sucks! Now we lost all the data, sorry, nothing can be done” “That was enough Lorny, the text said where the dealers are”, “What? You were able to read ...”, before the geek could finish the sentence Jorge had flown away. In a few instants he was hovering over a warehouse, it seemed pretty regular, he checked it with his x-rays, inside were big bags full of white powder with the mark FLOUR on them “How smart, that's how they cheated on me”... he thought. He also detected that in lower levels there was a basement where they kept the real dealer's office and that hiding inside the building were about eight gangsters with all kinds of weapons. Joe descended on the ground slowly, the guys looked tough and if he'd been a regular cop he would have asked for reinforcements, but now he wasn't the least intimidated, he actually thought he might be too much for them. He turned on the radio anyway and reported his position, saying he would call for reinforcements if needed. By the moment he didn't want to risk the life of the weak regular cops while he could easily take care of the matter all by himself. He felt confident and didn't surprise at all when the gang appeared. He walked towards them, the men were intimidated by Jorge but they tried to hide it. One of the guys looked pretty tough and stood in the center of the group, carrying a machine gun in his hands, “Hey stop there ya cop, this is as far as you go” “You're supposed to stop me?”, said Jorge defiantly, “Come on then”. One of the guys got close to him with a baseball bat, he hit Jorge in the head with it as hard as he could, Jorge just looked down at the smaller guy while the bat broke in two pieces without the cop even feeling it. The guy looked puzzled at the piece of bat in his hands. Almost simultaneously another guy came in with a crowbar, Jorge got rid of the bat guy hitting him with his elbow, the guy flew like ninety feet away, while with his remaining hand easily caught the crowbar the other guy was hitting him with. He bent the thing in his hands in front of the second guy's face and threw it away, then hit the guy with the back of his hand in the head, the guy fell in the ground and slid away a considerable distance. Jorge was being careful, like when playing with kids, he didn't want to kill the guys but he couldn't help getting them spread all over with his coups, they were so light! One of the guys tried to cut him with his knife but he quickly seized his wrist, forced him to throw the knife and gripped so tight the guy went on his knees moaning with the pain. Another guy that looked pretty big, thought he was going to take care and approached him, then tried to punch him in the belly, big mistake, the guy must have saved the mightiest blow of his whole life for Joe, but when his hand hit Jorge's skin his bones certainly broke, he screamed and threw himself in the ground while Jorge was barely feeling a slight tickle in his powerful ab muscles. There was a guy who looked like a martial arts fighter, tried to impress him kicking all over around him, Jorge just looked at him completely still and unconcerned. When the guy tried to kick Jorge's head the big cop grabbed his leg and held him upside down, he shook the guy a little just to make him know who was the boss and then threw him away. A remaining guy was carrying a steel pipe, Jorge faced him giving him a severe look, then beamed his heat-vision at the pipe, immediately it turned red and the guy dropped it on the floor where the steel melted. The guy was so scared he ran away. The leader of the band was still there, looking much less confident now, watching around to see if he could find a way to scape, he knew he couldn't escape the supercop. Jorge walked towards him and the guy began shooting at him with his machine gun, bullets bounced in Jorge's powerful chest without him even budging as he walked. When the supercop was close enough he reached with his hand the tip of the machine gun and bent it over with his fingers so it wouldn't bother anymore. The guy dropped it. Jorge just stood in front of the guy without even touching him, his fists in his heaps and his torso all spread out. “So, you're going to tell me who is your boss now”, Jorge affirmed. “Hey cop, calm down, I don't have no fucking boss; besides..” “WoWowow”, Jorge interrupted taking a few steps towards the guy who answered taking a few steps back, “first thing I'm not 'cop', to you I'm Mr. Officer or Sir, and second, watch your language when you address to me”, he boomed at the guy with his deep commanding voice while he extended his index finger to the guy's chest and lightly pushed forward while advancing towards him; enough to make the guy retreat in fear, “Is it clear?” “Yes”, the guy replied, almost trembling. “Yes what?”, Jorge's muscled figure seemed to increase in size as he grew tense and moved forward some more. “Yes, Sir”, the guy murmured. Jorge relaxed but still looked at the guy pretty tough. “So, now, who's behind all this?” Then he noticed a motorcycle approaching, Brock was riding it and Amanda was behind him, they parked in front of Jorge and the guy. Brock rode off The guy pointed at Brock and said “him”. Brock quickly took the sphere out of his jacket and pressed its button, when Jorge had noticed what the young man was about to do he wanted to avoid it, running superfast towards him but his powers were already gone by then and he stumbled. “You can take care now, he's not superstrong anymore!”, Brock shouted at the guys. The leader of the gang smiled, jumped on Jorge and landed a kick in his shoulder, destroying his radio transmitter. It was a big commotion, it had been a long time since he felt anything like that, and Jorge was astonished. Then the other men who had recovered from Jorge's (maybe too careful) reprimand, threw on him, punching and kicking. Jorge couldn't believe it, it was so easy before to beat the crap out of them and now there was nothing he could do. The big guy with the broken right hand even managed to bring him to his feet and punched at his face with his left hand saying “this is for my broken hand, idiot”, Jorge almost fell unconscious but the rest of the guys grabbed him “Take him inside”, Brock ordered coldly. The eight guys were in the task. Jorge tried to resist, and it was no that easy for the guys to take him in because he was still a pretty big and strong guy, but not a superman anymore, and Brock took care it remained like that walking very close to him with the device. Once there the men tied Joe's limbs to huge gridlocks chained to a wall, once tied, some even spitted on him and insulted him. Jorge was used to easily break from this ties so he at first tensed and pulled with all his might, but it was useless, he couldn't break free without his superpowers. Brock left the sphere on a table close to Joe, Amanda embraced Brock, cheerful, “Haha, now this is a lesson for you, huh!”, she shouted at Joe while she caressed Brock, “I can't believe you're doing this to me”, said Joe to Amanda, looking firmly into her eyes. Amanda ignored her father. “We did it quite good, didn't we? Now I don't think my dad is going to piss us off anymore!”, she whispered to Brock's ear. “Yes, I'll take care of that, baby”, Brock pulled out a gun and aimed right at the middle of Joe's chest. Tom and Juan were talking in their bedroom. Susan appeared, “kids, do you have any idea why dad didn't come back for dinner?” “I don't know mom”, replied Juan. Susan walked to a window, opened it, and shouted at the sky “Jorge, come over!” amplifying her voice with the palms of his hands. She waited for a couple moments. “Damn! He should pick this up with his superhearing”, she pointed. “Are you sure?”, asked Juan. “Yes, normally it takes just a few seconds for him to appear when I call him this way, what could be happening?”, she looked worried. “Mom, I don't want you to worry but I think he could be in danger and maybe Amanda is involved, I've seen her walking away with the device”, Tom said to his mother. “The device? Do you guys know what it is?”, Susan was puzzled. “Of course mom, I mean, it's obviously some sort of thing that takes out dad's powers so you both can fuck”, Tom confessed. “Why don't we go to the station, maybe they know where he is?”, suggested Juan. The family then went to the police station, once there they explained the receptionist Jorge could be in danger but everyone hardly believed them at first, Sarah, the girl at the counter said “what could possible put him in danger, he almost rips this counter away with his hand the other day” “Why don't you try and call him on the radio?”, said Tom. “Fine. You'll see he's ok!” Sarah maneuvered a radio in front of her, “Joe, this is Central Station, do you hear me?”, then waited for the response, but she just got an electronic hum. “Repeat, Central Station calling Joe, do you hear me?”, but nothing happened. “I know there's something wrong, if he were right you wouldn't even need the radio to contact him”, added Susan dramatically. “It's ok”, said Sarah, and walked towards the chief's office, carrying a folder in her hands. A moment later she said “a patrol is going to the position were he reported for the last time to check out”. “Thanks”, Susan said. “Wait”, added Tom, “we wanna go!”. “Of course you're not going”, said Sarah, then called for the unit on the radio and told Joe's position out loud. “That's all we need”, Juan said and pulled his brother's arm, Tom followed him outside. “Wait kids!” Susan shouted. “Hey! We never talked about this!”, Amanda said while jumping away from Brock. “Babe, what did you expect? Have a cup of coffee and remain friends? This is real life”, said Brock to her while shaking his head mockingly. Then Brock aimed again and as he was pulling the trigger Amanda jumped on him making him fall on the ground while the gunshot hit the wall. “This is the end now”, Brock said while taking her violently away. “I'm done with this kids play, I knew from the start you didn't have the guts; you two grab her!”, said Brock and the guys did as ordered, Amanda was puzzled, she shouted and insulted Brock. Suddenly, the sound of a cop vehicle's siren could be heard. Outside the warehouse, the cops parked and descended from the vehicle and walked towards the entrance. Inside Brock pointed at two of his guys for the door. To their surprise the cops found two guys coming out of the warehouse very well armed. One carried a big military machinegun and the other a shotgun. The guy with the machinegun began shooting, bullets hit the cop's legs, making them fall on the ground. Inside, Joe could catch a glimpse of the scene through the door and twisted trying to break free, if he only could get a hold of the device and turn it off! He would give those guys a lesson! Brock was pleased. One of the cops called for reinforcements on the radio just before the shotgun fella shot him pretty bad, killing him. The other cop was laying there, grunting from the pain; one of the bullies approached him and began kicking at him. Tom and Juan descended from a taxi cab a few blocks away from the warehouse then ran the whole way to it. “I think we should be careful, they might be expecting someone to come and rescue him”, said Tom to his younger brother. They sneaked in very cautiously, trying to cover with bushes and trees that surrounded the area. They got close enough to one of the lateral walls of the warehouse so they were able to catch a few glimpses of what was happening inside. They saw the two guys attacking the cops and could overhear how Amanda insulted Brock while he just seemed to laugh. Suddenly, buzzing from the sky the kids saw two big supermen who landed in the area, one of them looked really big, he was Pablo. Pablo first tried to get close to the guys, but one of them began shooting him with the machine gun. At first bullets bounced off his body but as he got close he began to really feel the pain from them until he saw some blood pouring off his skin, this forced him to walk back, his skin cured immediately. The other superman tried to beam with his heat-vision at the machine gun but it was pointless, the heat ray seemed to diminish its power in the vicinity of the power-cancelling device. Both big men were clueless and tried to remain distant from the area, they could be of no help. A couple patrols came in too and regular cops appeared, they shielded with their cars and began shooting with their guns at the bullies. The men retreated a little but then Brock came out to a window carrying Amanda, he was almost strangling her, he put a gun in her temple and shouted at the cops “You better keep your distance or forget about her and her dad!”. This momentarily kept the officers from attempting further actions. Behind the bushes, Juan was eager to go and help his dad, Tom was grabbing him. “What are we waiting for?”, Juan demanded. “Don't be an idiot, do you want to get us both killed?!”, Tom shouted at his younger brother. “Don't be a coward!!”, Juan screamed and released from his brothers grab. “Wait!”, shouted Tom and ran after him. Juan reached the wall of the warehouse and couldn't avoid being detected by the two guys. The shotgun guy began to move to his position. In desperation, Tom ran towards his brother. As he got close to the wall he felt really odd. Juan was looking at his brother unable to believe what he was seeing. Tom couldn't understand the situation at first but for the look in Juan's face he realized something was going on. Suddenly, he began to feel really powerful, as he got close to the warehouse he could feel a surge of strength coming into his body. Juan could clearly see the way his brother's physique began to change. In a few instants Tom was getting taller, his body was growing wider and muscles began to spring madly all over him, destroying his clothes that shred into bits falling over the ground. When Tom reached Juan he looked completely different: from his 5'9” (1,75m) his height rose to 6'1” (1,85m), he was huge like a 280 lbs (125 kg) bodybuilder and he looked manly as hell. His only clothes were a pair of tight shorts that could resist the transformation, his huge chest was bare, heavily muscled and coated in dark blond hair. “What the fuck!”, he screamed while looking at himself, his voice had changed too, it had lost any trace of childishness and became the voice of a big full grown man. The bully appeared in front of them and aimed at Juan with his shotgun. The guy shot, but Tom quickly stood in front of his brother and the shot bounced off his chest. Then grabbed the shotgun off the puzzled guy an bent it in his hands. The guy got close to him and tried to punch him but he was faster and pushed the guy away with his hand about a block. Tom had understood he would now be able to control the situation. The guy with the machinegun approached too, shooting pointlessly at Tom's impenetrable chest, and the new young superman was able to get rid of him just as easily. Then Tom turned around to face Juan and grabbed him from his belt, “This is for your own good, bro”, Tom said and then threw his brother away to a straw pile pretty far where he softly fell; there he could be safe. Tom threw himself over the warehouse's concrete wall, destroying it with the power of his new body; in between crumbles entered the place. Joe was shocked, he thought it was another superman, but that could not be possible, since the device took away anyone else's powers as well as his. When dust settled he could clearly see his son's face on top of that muscleman's body. “Tom!”, Joe screamed, “What ...!” Before he could finish the word Tom had already taken away Brock's gun and freed his sister from his grab, then held Brock pretty firmly, enveloping his neck with one of his now powerful arms. “Tom, disable the device and go away, I don't want you to take risks!”, Jorge asked Tom, pointing with his head at the apparatus that was laying on a table in front of him. The other guys from the gang were puzzled but they had guns in their hands. Tom knew that if he disabled the device he would be lost. Brock, feeling threatened, ordered the guys to shot at Joe and Amanda. One of the guys aimed at Joe and the other at Amanda. “You better let me go buddy, or your sister and father are both fried!”, Brock said Tom. Tom sped away like a blur, took the device and the guy who was aiming at Amanda before he could pull the trigger; then, grabbing both firmly in his hands and at a speed only a superman could see, he ran throw the warehouse making a huge hole in it and going far enough so the device was out of the range of his father. Joe quickly felt his powers coming back. The guy who was aiming at him finally pulled the trigger but when the bullet hit Jorge it was too late, Joe's chest was invulnerable. The big man easily broke free from the chains, once he stood on the ground he took a deep breath and blew powerfully at the guy, this created such a hurricane the guy flew away like a kite. Brock was trying to grab Amanda but Jorge quickly appeared in front of them and grabbed him, easily lifting him off the ground. The regular cops and the other supermen came in. Jorge gave Brock to the regular cops who would jail him. Pablo greeted Jorge affectionately, he was really happy his friend was alright. “Hey Jorge! What happened to ya? Couldn't handle a couple little fellas?!”, Pablo mocked between chuckles. “Haha, I'd like to see you in my place”, said Jorge laughing and punched at Pablo's shoulder with a strength of about fifty tons the other supercop had no problem to handle. “Just kidding fella, look at you! You're really big!”, Pablo pointed cheerfully. The third supercop said “Ouh”, and suddenly the three supermen felt real bad. Tom approached to them superspeeding, carrying the device in his hands. He had already given the bad guys to the regular cops. “Tom, could you please turn this off?”, Joe asked his son. “Aww... it just feels so good!”, Tom said and then pushed the red button in the device. “For Christ's sake!”, said Pablo, the three men felt relieved when their strength came back. Quickly, Tom's muscles got depleted, his physique shortened and narrowed back to his original self. Jorge took the device off his son's hands and turned it into bits with his fingers “this is not going to bother us anymore”, he said while the device seemed to disintegrate itself. “You did a good job there, kid!”, Pablo congratulated Tom. Juan arrived and stood next to his brother. “Well,” Tom looked at his brother, “it's not just thanks to me, if it wasn't for Juan I would have never had the courage to get close to the warehouse in the first place” “Then, congratulations you too little pal! You've been very brave and we'll make sure there is a good report about your actions in the Supermen Council!”, said Pablo to Juan. Meanwhile Amanda was pretty nervous, being counseled by a police psychologist. Another patrol arrived, Susan got off quickly from it and ran to her husband. They hugged. “Oh honey!”, she shouted you're finally alright. They explained to her how Tom and Juan had rescued him. “Baby, finally I had to destroy the device, it was too dangerous for us”, said Jorge to his wife in an embrace while gently touching her chin with his fingers. “Oh, don't worry love, we'll find a way!”, she said still happy for him. They all, including Amanda, went back home. The following day Jorge woke up in the morning, darn, it felt good to have the powers back. He felt real bad he wouldn't be able to have sex with Susan, but also he wondered how Tom must feel now he tasted what being a superman felt like, he should be feeling awful. He walked down the stairs then Tom walked behind him. “Tom, how are you feeling this morning?”, he asked while affectionately embraced him with his immense arm. “I feel good, ya know, just... normal” Jorge began to prepare breakfast. Some time later the kids and Susan all came down the stairs and they sat at the table, having their most important family meal. While they were eating Amanda came down shyly. “Amanda, come sit with us!”, Jorge said from the table. She walked hesitantly and sat by them, then Jorge served some food for her. “Dad, I know I've been a idiot”, she said almost about to cry. “It's ok honey, it's ok”, Jorge tried to calm her. “I'm terribly sorry for what I've done, I've been such a fool” Jorge got close to her and let her head lay in his immense chest while he gently caressed it. “It's ok Am, I know how kids are, I'm not mad at you”, Jorge's superman-modified mind was completely full of compassion; maybe it was because he felt so powerful he couldn't help see the rest of the people as helpless. “You've been so good to me, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry...”, she kept repeating while crying. “It's ok”, said Jorge, “We're all going to eat and have a nice morning, I get to work, we go on with our lives, nothing to worry about!”, he finally calmed her down and let go from his chest. The radio beeped at Jorge's shoulder, “Jorge reporting” “There is a message from Supermen's council, Sir” “And what does it say?” “You must go immediately to the Central Superman Training Camp and carry your two sons” “Understood”. “Well kids, looks like we're for a trip this morning”, said Jorge as he stood up. “How are we going there?”, asked Tom. “I'll take ya”, then he grabbed Tom's belt and picked him up, then did the same with Juan. “See you later, we're going to the Superman's Central”, said to Susan and Am, then flew away carrying his two boys. In about an hour and a half he had crossed the whole country to the Central. He could normally do it in just fifteen minutes but he couldn't fly so fast in fear he could hurt his kids with the excessive friction of the air. When he descended, he found a modest congregation waiting for them, Tancredi, another scientist and Pablo. The guys greeted them and they walked together to the labs. “Jorge, we have good news”, said one of the superman-scientists. Jorge was intrigued. “We've found a way you can have sexual intercourse with regular people without any risks”, the scientist said. “Really? How is it possible?” The scientist perused his coat's pocket and picked out a ring. “With this! This ring is a micro power-disabling device, you will wear it all the time so nobody can take it away from you, and it gets activated with your thoughts, and only yours so nobody else can can turn it on even if it's stolen” “Amazing!” “It has another advantage, the field it generates only affects the wearer so there is no risk for other supermen in the vicinity even if they touch you, wanna try it on?” “OF COURSE!” And the scientist handed the ring to Joe. Joe put it on, then closed his eyes and took his strength away, “Darn! Feels awful, but it's ok!”, then he returned his strength. “Feels good to have the control, Thank you so much!”, he said cheerfully to Tancredi. “There is another thing, Jorge, I need you to step in this platform”. There was a round metal platform. Jorge did as asked. The computer began beeping. “We've noticed that your powers have been increasing since you left the academy.” “Well, I must admit I've noticed it too”, Joe replied while bending one of his arms and feeling the peak. “Now we developed a system and a scale to compare the power of supermen. The computer is now cataloging your abilities and determining where in the scale to put you”, the computer continued beeping as Tancredi finished the sentence. “There it is, come look at this”, he said to the other scientist. “Amazing!”, the other super-scientist exclaimed. “What's it?”, Jorge said trying to look interested. Tancredi turned away from the computer and said “You're 14.6 in the scale, Jorge” “Is that good or bad?” “Hella good! Let me explain, we created this scaled based on Clark Kent, the original superman, he is 10” “This means I'm stronger than him?” “Way stronger, this means you're among the strongest supermen and it seems you're still growing” “I've always been a late-bloomer” “ You're 6'4½” (1.94m) now, you grew an inch in height since you left the training camp, and you were 430 (193 Kg) pounds... forget about it you're 495 (222 Kg) pounds according to the computer” “What!?” “The computer doesn't lie, according to our records, when you left the academy you were already an excellent l1.3 in the scale, this is a dramatic increase and the studies say that you're still growing, very slowly but still growing” “Wow, I didn't expect this”, Jorge said. “Hey, our dad is the biggest!”, Juan shouted. “You already knew this?”, Jorge said to Pablo. “Well, I didn't have all the details but I realized you were getting really big”, he replied “Your friend Pablo now is 12.7 in the scale, Jorge, just as powerful as when he left the academy”, Tancredi said, “you're both incredible specimens, the normal for a graduated superman is around 6 or 7 in the scale”. “This means I'm twice as strong as the standard?”, Jorge asked. “No, the scale is exponential, it means you're 2 exponent 7 times stronger than a 7 point superman, that is around 128 times” “Jesus!” “There is more”, Tancredi said. “Let me continue”, Pablo asked the scientist. “Come over here Tom” Tom did as ordered. “I intervened with the high supermen council and thanks to my report they decided to award you with a prize we hope you will appreciate, Would you please, Tancredi?” The scientist pulled out a box and inside there was another ring. “This is for you, Tom”, Tancredi said and handed the ring to Tom, “it's just been configured with your mental patterns and will work in your body without risks to the rest of the supermen”, the scientist added. Tom put the ring in his finger and it seemed to fit real nice. “Just think about activating it, but may I suggest you take your clothings away”, Tancredi explained. Tom did so, took out his clothes and just stood there in a pair of shorts. He thought about activating the ring and very quickly his figure began to magnify, he felt the strength and the power coming to him, his muscles bulging and his frame widening and getting taller, his face turning more mature and handsome, until it stopped. He felt awesome. He was still smaller than his father and Pablo, but almost comparable to the scientist. “This is awesome!”, Joe screamed. “Jesus Tom, you look awesome!”, Juan shouted loud. “Well, let me explain this”, said Tancredi, “there is a strange mutation in your constitution that makes you react with superpowers to the ring's electromagnetic waves, we've studied the effect and it's not as strong as when supermen are really converted, but we've realized with your genetic material you'd be an incredibly powerful superman if you get a real conversion, that is if you turn into a cop someday”. “Oh I understand, can I have the superman sign on my chest?”, Tom asked eagerly with a deeper voice.. “I'm afraid that will be possible only when you turn into a cop”, said Pablo. “Wow, anyway, this is great, how can I thank you?”, asked the young man. “Hehe, there is no need to say thanks”, said Pablo, “you're now an official superman apprentice and side-kick, your father here will be your tutor”, Pablo explained. “Would you please stand in the platform, Tom?”, asked Tancredi and Tom did so. The computer beeped quickly. “Here we are, not bad, you're 3.7 in the scale boy” “Ow, I expected it would be a bit more” “Don't worry son, we have time for improvement!”, said Jorge. “Let me tell you 3.7 is great”, the scientist added, “ all you did the other day you were 3.7 all the time, a 3.7 can pick up an airplane”, Tancredi explained. “Ok, that sounds good!”, Tom said. “Now, the three of you must come, we have another surprise”, said Pablo. All of them walked outside to the central yard, there was a big meeting of supermen, even Jorge's wife Susan was brought there for the occasion. “Get over the stage”, Pablo said Jorge, Juan and the new transformed Tom. The place was neatly decorated with S signs all over. The Sarge, Majors and a couple Captains were in the stage already. The Sarge took the mike and talked to everyone about the bravery Juan and Tom had shown, congratulated Joe for having such great sons. Then called Juan next to him. When Juan got close he said “for your bravery, we know that thanks to you the life of a superman and most important the safety of the city of Buenos Aires were preserved; we give you this special medal”, said the Sarge, Juan inclined and the big superman put the huge heavy platinum medal around his neck. Juan was incredibly happy. And the Sarge added, “we know that you inherited your father's genetics as well as your brother, if you ever become a cop you will honorably be converted into one of us”. Then the Sarge gave Juan the mike and the boy thanked everyone. Then the mike was given to Tom, he said with his now manly voice: “Well, I have nothing more to say but thanks, this is an amazing gift you're giving to me; I commit to help my father and the supermen in general to maintain safety and justice. I'm convinced that from now on our lives are going to be very different.” Hand claps were heard all over.
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