Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 00:16:16 GMT
From: Derek Flex <raexis@hotmail.com>
Subject: MuscleMan episode 8

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