The Ultimate Superhero -- MuscleMan Episode Eight - The Transformation by Derek Flex - raexis@hotmail.com
Muscleman woke up in a strange place. It was a large room, furnished with rich wood bureaus and tables. His bed was heavy; the mattress was firm and very comfortable.
In contrast to the deep wood tones that accented the room, its walls and ceiling were painted a bright white; very clean without seeming sterile.
MuscleMan sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He felt like he had been sleeping for days. His muscular body ached slightly, but as he stretched, he could tell that his usual superhuman strength was intact. He was wearing a skin hugging one-piece outfit. He stood up and examined himself in a mirror that filled one wall. He was HUGE! He had evidently grown a sizeable amount of muscle during his deep sleep, for the mirror glaringly told him that his body was bigger and more deeply cut than it had ever been before.
The clothing he was wearing looked similar to the superhero costume he had sewn for himself months before; the colors and fabric were the same. But the whole upper front section of the outfit was cut away, revealing his newly-expanded chest and re-tooled cobblestone ab work. His chest must have grown 4 or 5 inches from its previously huge size! The way the costume revealed his manly chest and ab armor was seductively powerful. MuscleMan turned slightly to one side and admired his body in the mirror. He began to get stiff as his eyes consumed the visage of pec muscle as it forced his large nipples to point toward the floor. He exhaled, and his abs rippled with unreal definition. He inhaled and the muscular beef of his chest swelled.
MuscleMan's uniform pretty much covered the rest of his huge body, but it hugged his physique so tightly that every muscular bulge was obvious.
He had gotten quite bigger. He looked taller, too.
He raised one arm and began to take in his increased arm size. He tightened his muscle into a huge cannonball peak. "Shit," he mumbled as his biceps grew. His arms were not only larger, but the tightness and hardness of the muscle denoted quite an increase in apparent strength as well. He flexed harder, and the biceps muscle seemed to separate from his triceps muscle as it defined itself into a mass of rock-hard meat.
"Like what you see?" a deep voice resonated throughout the room.
MuscleMan turned all the way around, but saw no one.
"It's O.K., MuscleMan," the voice said. "Don't be alarmed. You know me very well, although this is the first time we have met in person."
MuscleMan recognized the voice. But it couldn't be true! The voice belonged to the fantasy man of his dreams, the made-up fictional SupremeMan! But he only existed in dreams! And MuscleMan could tell that this was NO dream.
"No, MuscleMan," the voice said. "I am REAL." He could evidently read MuscleMan's thoughts. "I have been communicating to you through your dreams for many months now. Sort of an introduction... to acquiaint you with me. But now, the time has come for us to meet face-to-face, and for me to give you your final instructions, as well as a special gift."
MuscleMan was at once intrigued, angry, and afraid. If SupremeMan really did exist, then this meeting would hold an eerie mix of pain and hopefully pleasure. Perhaps torture.
"No, MuscleMan, I won't torture you," the voice chuckled. "You will find me to be wonderfully benevolent. Please. Trust me."
"Do I have a choice?" MuscleMan spoke for the first time.
"I don't think you will WANT to resist," SupremeMan answered.
Just then, a door at the side of the room slid open. Slowly, in walked SupremeMan. MuscleMan's dreams didn't do him justice. He was muscular beyond belief. He was totally nude. His lengthy and thick cock swung from side to side as he walked toward MuscleMan. He stopped just inches away from MuscleMan, and the two men locked eyes.
With MuscleMan's recent increase in size and height, the two men were virtually identical in muscularity. MuscleMan was nearly overwhelmed with lust.
SupremeMan didn't waste any time. He placed his massive hand on the crotch of MuscleMan's uniform. He fondled and tickled MuscleMan's growing cock and began to squeeze it gently. MuscleMan nearly passed out with pleasure.
"I have spent the last three days fucking your body, MuscleMan. That's why you have increased in musculature and strength. Your body now matches mine. My semen has powered you with more strength than you will ever need.
"But alas, you have been asleep during these infusion sessions, and I have longed for the moment when you would be awake, so that we may experience the pleasure of uniting together.
SupremeMan gently stroked MuscleMan's penis through the fabric, and MuscleMan found it difficult to maintain consciousness.
MuscleMan found his right hand moving onto SupremeMan's square jawed face. SupremeMan moved his lips to MuscleMan's and the two superhuman beings kissed. SupremeMan tightened his grip on MuscleMan's cock, and as they lost themselves in a passionate tongue battle, MuscleMan began to fill his superhero costume with cupfulls of pasty, white semen.
SupremeMan waited for MuscleMan to finish, then pulled back. MuscleMan's whole body flexed one last time as he spurt a final wad of jizz into his pants. SupremeMan was at full mother-fucking erection, complete with a river of clear, shiny precum trickling down the length of his muscular shaft.
"I have one final gift for you, MuscleMan," SupremeMan smiled. "I am going to fuck you once again, and this deposit will endow you with a special power that, hopefully, you will use for the good of mankind."
SupremeMan stepped toward MuscleMan and almost instinctively, MuscleMan resisted. His powerful arms pushed against SupremeMan's massive muscles, and the two of them struggled for a second.
Maybe it was the disorientation of being in strange surroundings, maybe it was something else, but MuscleMan soon found himself unwilling to resist. SupremeMan smiled and picked up MuscleMan and gently carried his huge frame to the bed. SupremeMan laid MuscleMan face up on the bed, with his muscular butt on the edge. SupremeMan's huge arms slowly lifted and spread MuscleMan's legs. Gently, SupremeMan pulled apart a small hole in the butt of MuscleMan's costume.
The insertion was painful. MuscleMan winced. His whole body tightened in excruciating bolts of pain as the oversized cock slimed its way inside. SupremeMan was gentle, but he was just too big for this opening. The iron-hard cock moved in farther, and MuscleMan wailed in agony. Finally, as it was forced into the depths of MuscleMan's abdominal cavity, SupremeMan's penis began to throb as it opened and closed, spewing blast after painful blast of superhuman semen inside. MuscleMan screamed in pain.
Soon, the voltage of pain seemed to subside, and the blasts of hot cum seemed to become more pleasurable. SupremeMan must have shot nearly a liter of milk by the time he was done. He slowly pulled out, smiling a devilish grin. Globs of excess hot milk stained MuscleMan's butt as SupremeMan withdrew; the hot fluid steaming its vapor into the air.
MuscleMan sat up. Immediately he began to feel a sharp pain reverberate throughout his huge body. He started to grow more. His muscles swelled. He tipped his head back in near faintness and yelled as his body was transformed with SupremeMan's last deposit of semen.
The most intense pain centered in MuscleMan's chest. His pecs grew and pulsed with hardness. He touched his fingers to his nipples. They were rock hard. His pecs kept hardening. Then, suddenly, they seemed to fill from within with a thick, milky liquid. And yet they were harder than they had ever been. The pain increased. Within a few seconds, small drops of milk began to form on his nipples, curdling into globs of a sticky cottage cheese-like substance. MuscleMan wiped it off, and the deposits stopped forming.
Finally, the pain stopped. MuscleMan's body returned to its previous size, with just a slight increase in muscle mass. SupremeMan smiled.
"Now it is complete," the master said.
"What's complete?" MuscleMan asked.
"Your perfection. With that last infusion, you have reached the peak of all that I had planned for you. Your body is now unstoppable."
MuscleMan could feel the power running through his muscular body.
"And with that last deposit, I gave you a special gift, as well," SupremeMan said.
MuscleMan looked puzzled.
"Your semen," SupremeMan smiled. "Its now your most powerful weapon. With it, you will be able to control, or kill, anyone. It's up to you how you use it."
"What do you mean?" MuscleMan asked.
"Now, your cum is toxic. Anyone you fuck will die within a few minutes," SupremeMan smiled.
"WHAT?" MuscleMan gasped.
"But wait. Don't worry. That milky substance that came out of your tits. It's the antidote. If you fuck someone and you want them to die, just leave them to die. But if you want them to live, allow them to suckle at your nipples after you fuck them. And believe me, they will WANT to suck your pecs. As soon as they receive your toxic cum, they will instinctively want your pec juice. But only give it to them if you want them to live. If they drink from your chest, they will live. And they will forever be at your command. Like your little slave, if you wish." SupremeMan smiled at his accomplishment.
MuscleMan stood up. He was filled with incredulity. But at the same time, he realized the power that SupremeMan had just given him. He was confused. He was excited.
"And one more thing," SupremeMan said. "Your strength. My cum has increased it. There is no one stronger than you on the planet. But beware. Some will try to use your strength against you, and trap you. And beware. You have one weakness. It could be your downfall. I'll leave it to you to find out what it is."
MuscleMan sat back down and tried to contemplate this series of events. "I don't know what to do," he said. "I am confused."
"That's why I brought you here to this special place," SupremeMan answered. The master walked over to the wall and pressed a button. On the opposite side of the room, the wall began to retract. The two superhumans were high above a huge cave. It was bigger than four or five domed stadiums. The room they had been in was like a private suite on the side of the stadium, looking down on the huge complex.
"This is the Fortress of Strength," SupremeMan said. "And it's yours."
MuscleMan walked to the edge and looked out over the fortress. It was filled with rooms, pads that hovered in mid-air, exercise equipment, computers, and many things that MuscleMan didn't recognize.
"Superman has his Fortress of Solitude," SupremeMan said. "And so I built you this Fortress of Strength. Here you can train, relax, entertain yourself, learn, love and live. It is your refuge. Your new home."
"Superman?" MuscleMan asked.
"Oh yes," SupremeMan answered. "And you'll be meeting him later."
That thought filled MuscleMan with expectation. There REALLY IS a Superman! And I will get to meet him! MuscleMan gazed out over the cave. His huge chest swelled as he attempted to take in the sight.
"Soon, you will be ready to go back to the world of men," SupremeMan said. "And fight for truth, justice and the Way of Strength. But first, you need to learn more, and grow in your confidence and strength."
"I thought you said I already have more strength than I need," MuscleMan said, puzzled.
"You do my friend," the master answered. "But even with all your strength, you still have a weakness. You need to master your desires, so they don't get the best of you. The Fortress of Strength will help you."
The master paused for a moment, then smiled. "Besides, before you leave here, I have a few surprises for you. Three, to be exact. They will strengthen you, and they will bring you great pleasure. Think of them as tests, in a way. And as opportunities to experience pleasure like you have never experienced before. It is just a taste, MuscleMan, of what awaits you out in the world of men."
MuscleMan didn't understand a lot of what the master said. But he knew that in time, he would.
"I am going to leave you now, for a while, to let you experience your first gift," SupremeMan said. "Enjoy it, my friend."
With that, SupremeMan turned and left the suite. MuscleMan stood alone for a few minutes.
Then, along the wall, a door opened. Out walked a teenager. A very muscular teenager. He was blonde. He wore a tight fitting white T-shirt and jeans. He looked to weigh at least 220 pounds of solid bodybuilding muscle. He walked toward the incredibly built MuscleMan and stopped, his mouth gaping at the superhero's advanced muscularity.
MuscleMan eyed the teenager. As his eyes travelled over every muscular inch of the boy's body, MuscleMan began to get stiff.
"This is my first gift to you, MuscleMan," SupremeMan's voice echoed throughout the Fortress. "Enjoy him."
MuscleMan grinned slightly. He stepped forward. The two were only a few feet apart. MuscleMan's huge body towered over the muscular teenager.
"My name's MuscleMan, what's yours?" the superhero asked.
"J- Jake," the teenager stammered.
to be continued. Please address any comments to raexis@hotmail.com