What Ward Wants, Part 3 (Conclusion)

FYI - This story originally had a more grounded ending, but then I thought...if the universe was giving me what I wanted, well, I would ask for a lot!

Parker was going to speak again, but another voice rang out before he could say anything. "What's going on here?"

The voice belonged to Superman.

Parker was very surprised to see Earth's greatest hero standing 20 feet away. Superman wasn't as tall or as muscular as Ward, but Parker knew his Kryptonian makeup made him at least 100 times stronger...plus he had all those other powers as well.

If Ward was supposed to be scared, however, he didn't show it. He turned slowly to face the Man of Steel and grimaced. "Nothing happening here, Superman. Just two guys getting to know one another a little better."

Superman crossed his arms across his very broad chest and grimaced back at Ward. "It appears, sir, that this other man seems frightened of you." He then cocked his head downward toward Parker and asked, "Is that what is happening, friend?"

“Not frightened. Just confused,” replied Parker. “I was with my friends eating, but this guy caught us trying to dine and dash. And then I changed from a bodybuilder to a fatso, and he went in reverse – like within a matter of minutes. And then we ate more food, and we both got bigger, and then he brought me here.”

“Clearly he is not in his right mind,” said Superman back to Ward. “You must be taking advantage of him.”

Ward shook his head. “Nope. He wants to be here as much as I do. Right, Porker?”

Parker nodded.

“I’m afraid I cannot let this continue. Something clearly nefarious is going on,” said Superman with an air of authority in his voice.

"Listen up, Superdork. I told you to leave. This is my property and you're trespassing. Take your stupid blue tights and go…before you regret it."

As he said the words and the anger built up inside of him, Ward thought about what more he wanted. He stared at the superhero across from him, and he decided that he wanted to feel even more powerful than he already was…Ward wanted to be a bigger, better, and stronger version of Superman.

And as it so happened, the universe decided Ward should continue getting what he wanted that day. He could feel something welling up inside, and for a moment, he thought Superman appeared unsure and hesitant, and then he wobbled just a bit as he took a step forward. 

Ward decided to give a final warning. "Did you not hear me, asshole? Get the fuck off my lawn...NOW! Stop standing there like some perv wearing your underwear on the outside of your clothes and use your little butterfly wings to fly away."

Superman suddenly felt weaker and put his hand to his head. "Is there Kryptonite nearby?" he thought. "Maybe I should go for now...before the situation becomes unsafe? I can call for backup from the Justice League to handle this bully."

As the hero contemplated taking off, Ward felt another surge in energy. Just like he before when he had siphoned the muscle from Parker, he wanted more and more from this power source. His body craved it. Badly. So he concentrated...focused...and willed it toward him. Ward felt energy coursing through him like electricity and tightened every muscle of his body.

At this point, Ward knew deep down he would win, so he took action. “I always pictured you a lot bigger, but I’m a whole head taller and probably 100 pounds heavier than you, so I just don’t understand how someone so small could defend a whole planet. Why don’t we see how super you actually are, little man?” Ward said as he reared back a huge fist and slammed it into Superman’s stomach.

The pain shot through Superman and made him take another step back. He was shocked how hard the big man could punch, especially since it came from a human and not another Kryptonian. Superman took a breath, stood up straight, and then cocked his own fist back and threw a punch right at Ward’s face.

But the big stud caught Superman’s hand in midair, and then squeezed as hard as he could.

“That all you got, Superwimp?” asked Ward with a smirk.

Superman’s jaw dropped and he nearly collapsed as another wave of weakness came over him. He didn’t realize his incredible strength was slipping away – permanently – and he quickly lost so much muscle mass that his shorts slipped down.

Ward could feel the universe giving some of what he wanted, so he clarified his goals in his mind, “I don’t just to be Superman’s strength – I want ALL of his powers! And I want Superman to lose those same powers and be stuck as a weak fat guy."

The universe heard, and it granted Ward’s commands. Everything that made Superman so special began to fade, and those gifts quickly transferred over to Ward.

And his body – well, that became a work of art. Previously 6’7” and 340 pounds, Ward grew to 7” tall and 500 pounds of super-duper man, and the rest of his clothes shredded as he became the most powerful being in the universe. The changes started around his ultra-thick neck, which grew out far wider than his head and merged into the high traps sitting upon his Golden Gate-wide shoulders. Ward’s deltoids morphed into giant bowling balls at the ends of these shoulders and led into biceps and triceps that grew to a freakish 32 inches around and looked like they would fill up (and bust through) a size 8XL t-shirt. His lats surpassed five feet across and were well on their way to six, pushing his arms out of the way with thick, heavy muscle, and they tapered violently down to his lower back, which transformed into a striated mass with incredible definition. Ward’s pecs swelled up and out, so much so that they now resembled massive watermelons strapped below his chin, and his abs and obliques solidified into muscles harder than steel.

On the lower half, Ward’s ass had grown so big and powerful that “dumptruck” wasn’t enough to describe it – it was now more like a “monster truck" – and his thighs grew into massive Sequoia trunks so big, and so hard, and so powerful that they boggled one’s mind – if the old Superman had a personal best for squatting, Ward would now be able to break that record a thousand times over. His supercum-filled balls grew to the size of melons and seemed to be proudly displayed on top of his quadriceps, and his cock extended to an incredible 18 inches soft and 12 inches around.

Finally, in addition to the superstrength, all the other powers of Superman infected his being – X-Ray vision, superhearing, superbreath, superspeed, flight, and invincibility were all his to enjoy. Ward wanted to become powerful, and now there was nobody even close that could compare. He scanned his superbrain and learned more about the universe in one second than he had in all the years he was in school.

But as one hero rose, another hero fell. The rest of Superman's uniform began to grow loose at first as his muscles continued to shrink, but then it began to fill up again as his body became fatter. His chest went from carved marble to big saggy moobs, and his arms grew weaker and weaker by the second. His rock-hard stomach began to inflate until it became a flabby gut. His ass lost its definition and grew larger, and his legs began to buckle from the strain of holding up all his weight. He tried one last time to fly away, but nothing happened. A quick check revealed that all his superpowers were gone.

Frantic, the Kyptonian pleaded his case to the naked godlike man in front of him. "Please, no...you can't do this to me....I'm Superman."

"You were Superman," Ward corrected, as he used a little superbreath to blow over the once-mighty hero.

Superman tripped over his shorts, which had sagged to his ankles, and landed on his nicely padded rear end right next to Parker. "But how will I fight for truth, justice, and the American way without my powers?" he asked.

Ward laughed. “You won’t, Superflab. I doubt you could even fight a small child anymore. I mean, look at you…all that fat covering your body. No more muscle at all. No more powers. Just a big weak tub of lard. You and Porker here are going to be great friends, I can tell. You can stuff each other’s faces and then jerk each other off…if you can find your cocks buried in your fat pads.”

“Are you taking my costume, too?” asked Superman. The tight spandex across his now-bloated body made him look even fatter than he had become.

“Nope. Fighting crime is not at all interesting to me. I just wanna fuck and have fun, so I’m off to the Andromeda galaxy – there’s a group of powerful beings there called the Hyper-Men who have the same interests as me, and I think they’re gonna like what they see.”

Ward winked at Parker and Superman, and then flew his super-jacked body up into outer space.