Meeting your Hero, Part 2 (Conclusion)

Simon came out from hiding point, crept up to the hoverboard, and shoved it as hard as he could just as the doctor had pointed his gun at the hero.

Dr. Menace was surprised as his hoverboard shot forward unexpectedly, and he desperately tried to keep from falling off it. His arms waved wildly as he tried to keep his balance, and the gun went off several times. Zap! Zap! Zap! Beams of light hit both Ultraman and Dr. Menace himself, and some zigzagged across the sky.

Just seconds later, Dr. Menace lost his battle to stay above the hoverboard and tumbled to the ground next to Ultraman. He dropped his gun before he fell, and it slid down the length of the hoverboard and hit Simon on top of the head. One last beam shot out upward, and then it broke open with a bright flash. Small drops of light, almost resembling fireflies, floated around Simon’s body…and eventually were absorbed into his skin.

It didn’t take long for the results of Simon’s decision to begin. Dr. Menace was telling the truth about his invention, and Ultraman screamed as he realized what was happening to him – his ultra-body was disappearing. Just like a deflating balloon, his large bulky muscles grew smaller and smaller, and he became weaker and weaker. “No, this can’t be happening!”

But it was happening – his chest caved in, his arms softened, and his legs went from concrete towers to toothpicks – decreasing his bodyweight from 300 to 150 and causing his uniform to billow as it was now many sizes too large. Ultraman started shrinking as well, going from 6’6” to 5’6”, and just as Dr. Menace promised, his ultra-cock shriveled until it was nothing but a 2-inch nub. He was no longer a hero but a zero.

“Fuck, Menace, I cannot believe you did this to me!” yelled the former Ultraman as he flexed his now-tiny biceps. “How the hell am I supposed to get chicks…I mean, protect the city, when I look like this? I’m a fucking weakling!”

Dr. Menace pushed himself up slowly, and eventually stood up. He, too, looked a little wobbly, and it took him a few seconds to regain his composure. “What happened?” he asked.

Ultraman shuffled over, struggling to move in his oversized outfit. He was now shorter and thinner than Dr. Menace, but still acted as though he had his previous strength. He grabbed Dr. Menace by the lapels on his lab coat and tried to shake him. “You motherfucker! You totally sucked away all my muscles!” he said in a voice now as thin and reedy as is body.

Menace pushed Ultraman away, and he seemed surprised when the hero easily fell backward and landed on his butt. “Geez, I know what I did to you, Ultra-wimp. I meant what happened to me? I can’t remember how I built the gun, or any of my formulas, or how to control my hoverboard.”

“What?” asked Ultraman as he struggled to his feet. “But you have to fix things! You cannot leave me like this!”

The evil doctor was about to reply, when both men noticed something moving nearby. They turned to see Simon – he had walked around from the back of the hoverboard, which was still floating above the trio, and was staring down at his body. Which was growing. A lot.

“Oooooh, I feel so strange,” moaned Simon. His chest began to expand underneath his small button-down shirt, as if air was being pumped into them, and soon the outline of well-formed pecs began to appear. Tears began to form in the fabric, and within seconds the top button of Simon’s shirt popped off, causing Ultraman to duck so it didn’t hit him in the eye.

“He’s getting my ultra-body,” muttered the former hero.

Dr. Menace was also confused, but certainly impressed with the changes he was witnessing. His little menace started to get hard as he watched.

Pop! Pop! Two more buttons came off the struggling shirt, and Simon’s heaving pectorals came into view. They looked like those you’d find on an aspiring bodybuilder, and Simon smiled as he got his first glimpse. “Fuck yeah,” he said.

His chest grew bigger, thicker, and wider with each passing second. Pop! Pop! Pop! The remaining three buttons came off and Simon’s massive torso emerged from the fabric. His pecs resembled two basketballs underneath his chin, and his formerly flat stomach had transformed into a landscape of deeply ridged abdominals. No longer looking like an aspiring bodybuilder, Simon now had the chest and abs of a professional.

The shirt continued to tear, especially across Simon’s widening back, so he reached up to pull off the remains. In doing so, Simon smiled again as he realized how big his arms had gotten. They were now hanging like slabs of raw meat from his wide shoulders at a forty-five-degree angle and were no longer tiny wisps that would struggle to loft anything over 5 pounds. Huge muscles were erupting on them, so he pulled them up and flexed as hard as he could, and his biceps grew to the size of bowling balls.

“Holy fuck,” he said. “They’ve gotta be at least 24 inches! I’m turning into a real stud!”

Simon was growing taller at the same time to make room for all this new muscle…from 5’3” to 5’7”, and then up to 6 feet tall. His arms, torso, and legs are all lengthened during the process, allow for them to get wider and beefier. 6’1”, 6’4”, and on up to 6’7”.

Both Ultraman and Menace were hard by this point as they watched Simon transform into a giant.

Seconds later, Simon’s slacks began to tear by the seams, starting with his quads and splitting down to the knees. Rip! Rip! Rip! Massive teardrop-shaped muscles quickly appeared, and Simon reached down to pull the garment off as easily as it was crepe paper. “Fuck, this feels amazing!” he said in a much deeper voice that resonated with the timbre that Ultraman used to have. “I’ve got the thighs of Mr. Olympia. So thick, so throbbing, so perfect.”

After effortlessly tossing the ragged remains of his slacks, Simon turned his head downward and to the side and watched as he flexed his newly massive calves. He could have done a million calf-raises for a million years in his old body, and he would have never had anything even remotely close to the insane muscles now crowing the backs of his shins. After admiring how they had grown, Simon reached over with his big hands and grabbed his beefy ass, which was now so thick and juicy that it was stretching out his tighty-whiteys to the maximum.

The rest of his body kept changing as well. Simon’s feet grew longer and wider, up to size 18DDDD, at which point they ripped apart his shoes and socks. His neck expanded to 22 inches, his jaw became more pronounced as his face muscles tightened, and his hair grew longer and thicker. Every inch of him was growing, mutating, and becoming superhuman. 

“I’m a fucking monster!” Simon bellowed, and Ultraman and Menace couldn’t help but rub their cocks as they continued to stare at thew new-and-improved Simon.

Finally, just when he thought it was about over, the last remaining part of his body began to morph. Simon looked down as his to see his penis lengthening, seemingly screaming to free itself from the tortured fabric that was his underwear. It grew and grew and grew, until it quickly thrust through the front panel dripping with pre-cum and sweat.

Even from 10 feet away, the masculine smell was intoxicating to Ultraman and Menace, and they breathed in the musky aroma as they continued masturbating.

Simon ripped off his underwear with his left hand and grabbed the freaky shaft with his right. He could barely get his hand around it, as it was now at least 10 inches in girth, not to mention 15 inches long. Simon now possessed the ultra-cock, and he gave it a big squeeze as it filled with ultra-cum.

The very big man then turned his attention to Ultraman and Dr. Menace. “To answer your question, doctor, as to what happened – you see, your device had a slight flaw in it. Well, maybe not a flaw, but it didn’t work in the way you expected. Instead of directly evaporating an individual’s superpowers, it absorbed them through the light beam…but only for a few seconds, after which they would be expelled into the universe. So as you flailed around on the hoverboard and shot both Ultraman and yourself, the gun took away his physical powers and your mental ones, and then I absorbed them both when it fell and hit me on the head.”

Dr. Menace’s eyes grew wide. “That’s…not possible! No!”

Simon continued talking, and he continued stroking his cock. “Yes, it most definitely did. Not only did I get Ultraman’s body, but I got your brains. I know everything you used to know, and my God, you knew a lot about the male form. I can’t wait to get back to town and use all the knowledge to give pleasure and get pleasure like I never knew was possible.”

“For sex?” asked Dr. Menace. “You’re going to use my superintelligence to have better sex?”

“The best sex,” replied Simon. “The best fuckin’ sex in the universe. And don’t you worry, Ultraman, I won’t let your muscles atrophy. Now that I have all the brains of the good doctor here, I already know how I’m gonna keep making this body bigger and better.”

“That’s not possible either. It’s the Ultra-body….it cannot get any better,” replied Ultraman.

Simon was stroking his cock hard now, almost to the point of ejaculation, and his giant balls bounced underneath. “You only thought that because you weren’t smart enough to understand its growth potential. I, however, do not have that limitation. I know how to add even more muscle…how to get bigger and thicker…how to grow into the most insane proportions. I’m going to be stronger than you ever dreamed of being, Ultraman.”

“But how will you fight crime without the other powers I used to have? Without flight or super-hearing?”

A hearty laugh emanated from Simon’s mouth. “Crimefighting? With Doc out of commission, I’m sure the cops can handle the crime. As for me, I’m going to be solely focused on pleasure. I’m gonna recruit me a stable of fuckboys and ball their brains out. Maybe I’ll teach them to grow bigger, too, or maybe I’ll just keep that little secret for myself.”

“But you can’t… you can’t just leave me here!” pleaded Ultraman.

Simon could feel his orgasm rising…ready to burst. “Why should I fuckin’ care about you? You’re deserted me on this same road not less than 10 minutes ago so you could score some pussy. You thought you were all fuckin’ that with your big muscles, well, now you are going to learn what’s it like to be a wimp. A fuckin’ wimp with no power or strength or abilities. I don’t fuckin’ care if you have to walk 10 miles back home on your little noodle legs, asshole. I don’t care if you get made fun of every day for the rest of your like for being a weakling. All I care about is growing my muscles and sticking this dick into the hottest guys I can find. I’m a goddamn muscle freak and I will do whatever I want to do from now on.”

At that moment, Simon’s enormous tool couldn’t hold back any longer, and a massive stream of cum spewed out like a tidal wave. It hit both Ultraman and Dr. Menace on their heads and cascaded down their bodies until they were covered in the sticky goo. Simon moaned, and then laughed, and then hopped on the hoverboard and flew away, leaving the now-normal and very meek men to commiserate.