Not So Super Man, Part 3 (Conclusion, Version #1)

Because the poll to decide the ending of this story ended up in a tie, I'll be posting two different conclusions for Not So Super Man. The first version is below, and the second one will be posted in a few days.

Dejected that he couldn’t get his powers back, Clark decided the best option would be to try to get a job, earn some money, and support himself until he could figure out what his new future would be – because even with diet and exercise, he was going to be way too fat to fit into his Superman outfit for a while.

"It might be easier to turn to the Justice League for help," he thought, "but some of those pricks would be merciless about my choices. And I could just see Flash mocking how slow I've become."

Clark immediately got dressed again, putting on his XXXL t-shirt and sweatpants, and then went to look through the job postings. In his life at Clark Kent he really didn't have any experience other than some journalism classes at school and taking care of his parent's farm, so his options were limited. He applied at a burger joint a few blocks away, and because he was over 18 and could work any hours, he got the job.

The big man started working at Boffo Burgers that afternoon as a cashier and found the duties to be pretty easy. Ring up guests, put together orders, and keep his station clean. The nearby college was out for the semester, so the restaurant didn't seem to get that busy, and it was nice to work in the air-conditioned lobby instead of back with the grills and the fryers (since his weight gain, Clark found he began to sweat very easily).

By the end of two weeks he had earned enough to pay his rent for another month, and he was saving up to join a gym to hopefully lose weight. He had to be careful in the restaurant, however, because employees got all the free food they wanted, and Clark could have been easily tempted to chow down on several dozen burgers. He kept his resolve, however, because he needed to fit back into his supersuit.

By week 3, a new challenge had arrived, and his name was Pete. He was also a new employee stationed at the register next to Clark, and he was incredibly attractive – short silky blond hair, crystal blue eyes, handsome face with white teeth, and tan skin all over his taut body. He was also naturally charismatic, charming, and suave, and he clearly was smitten with Clark.

Pete began working his moves on Clark right away...complimenting his service skills, asking him personal questions, moving in close and dazzling Clark with his smile and hot breath. Clark normally had an eye for bigger guys, but Pete was such a perfect package that he was hard to resist.

One day, Pete laid it all out for him. "Look, Clark, I can only take so much of looking at your hot body. I'm a man with urges, and my urge is explore that chest, that gut, and that ass of yours."

Clark could feel himself getting hard almost immediately. "You like the way I look?"

Pete took a step closer, put his hand on Clark's belly, and began caressing its tender underside. "Isn't it obvious, stud? I have trouble focusing on my customers whenever you're here. I love how beefy you are, and I only want to make you beefier. I want to stuff you full of burgers and have some fun with you."

Clark was stunned. "You do?"

"Oh, yeah," replied Pete. "You're just my type, and look...I'm only here for another few weeks for training before I get transferred to another restaurant in Los Angeles. It'd just be casual thing for a little while, but we'll make the most of that time I promise you.”

Clark was very tempted. He had originally started this whole process in hopes of finding out what sex was like, and this might be his last chance before getting his super powers back. "But what if I gain even more weight during my time with Pete...that could delay me getting my powers back. And if the world has a true catastrophe during that time, how could I sleep knowing I could have helped if it only hadn't been for my carnal desires?"

Pete moved in another step closer and was only inches away. The front of the restaurant was deserted, so he boldly moved his hand down from Clark's belly to his hardening cock. "What do you say?"

Clark wanted to remain true to his calling and return to form as a great superhero, but he was just a man these days, and a weak one at that, so his sex drive overran any other thoughts he might have. "Yes, Pete. Let's do it."

Pete smiled at Clark's response, but he noted the manager headed their way so he took a step back and released his grip on the fat man's cock. "Hey, Mr. Charles, how's it going?"

Mr. Charles, the restaurant manager strode up to the counter area in his easy-going style. Both Clark and Pete liked working for him because he was easy on the eyes – he'd been a football player back in college and kept up his physique with regular workouts – and he worked hard to make his employees feel like they were part of a team.

"Well, guys, it's been a really slow afternoon. Would you two mind knocking off your shift a little early so we can cut some hours? I'll make it up to you with some extra burgers you can take home."

Both Clark and Pete smiled. Nothing could have made them happier, so they both readily agreed. A few minutes later they were over at Clark's apartment taking off their clothes as fast as they could.

Clark was surprised at Pete's body – he looked fit and toned in his uniform, but standing these naked he could see that his co-worker was really quite muscular. He had the look of a really built baseball player, with a solid physique that would make him a great power hitter.

Pete, of course, was also fascinated with Clark's body. He helped the big man out of his clothes and immediately began fondling Clark's fat. "Oh yeah, look at all this meat you got, Clark. You are really quite a fuckin’ hunk!"

Clark would have blushed, but all the blood in his system was rushing to his penis. "I could say the same about you, Pete. You've got an amazing body under your work shirt."

Pete led him to the bed once he was naked. He propped Clark's head up on some pillows and handed him a couple of burgers, which Clark begin to chow down on, smearing ketchup and mustard around his lips in the process. "Damn, these are good! I'd been avoiding them because of my diet, but now I want to eat every one of 'em!"

Pete chuckled and begin to massage Clark's belly with his left hand and Clark's cock with his right. "That's good, big guy, keep getting bigger. Doesn't it feel good to grow?"

Clark moaned “yes” as he kept eating.

“You were meant to be a giant beast of a man, Clark,” said Pete. “We need to get this belly bigger! We need to make every part of you grow, grow, grow.”

Clark could feel the cum rising in his cock, and his whole body was tingling.

Pete continued his caressing, and soon after Little Clark erupted, which caused Big Clark's whole body to buck and jiggle. Thick ropes of cum spew all over Pete, who had a huge smile on his face.

"Oh my God, that was fantastic," screamed Clark. "I want more!"

"As you wish, Clark," said Pete, He grabbed a few more burgers from the bag and shoved them toward the big man's mouth, and then he pushed Clark's belly up so he could put his mouth on Clark's cock. It began getting hard again almost immediately.

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Three hours later, Clark woke up from a short nap after Rounds 3, 4, and 5 with Pete. It had been an intense experience, and he now understood why people enjoyed sex so much. He was exhausted, but he knew he could probably rally for Rounds 6, 7, and 8.

Clark turned over and was surprised to see that Pete was not in bed. He propped himself up with his shoulders and glanced around the room. "Pete?" he called out.

"Right here, stud," announced his new lover. Pete came walking back in from the other room, and Clark was shocked to see that he was trying on the Superman uniform. "Hey, Clark, doesn't this costume look great on me?" asked Pete, flexing both of his arms after he came through the door.

Clark's heart sank when he saw his lover. It looked like all Pete had to do was snap the belt in place and the outfit would be complete, meaning he would absorb all of the Kryptonian powers stored in the suit. "Pete, what are you doing? Where did you find that?"

Pete turned to look at himself in the mirror. "Don't be embarrassed, Clark. So you have some Superman fantasies? I get it. What's not to love about the guy? He's a fuckin' stud."

Clark rose to get out of bed, still naked. "But...but...but you shouldn't be wearing that. Please take it off."

Pete started admiring his pecs through the stud, rubbing them up and down. He didn't take his eyes off his reflection in the mirror, so he couldn't see how worried Clark really was. "Fuck, I wish I was as big as he is...I mean, I look damn good in this suit, but could you imagine being as buff as Superman? That would be fuckin' awesome."

"Please, Pete, you need to take it off."

Pete's hands moved downward to his flat abs, and then slowly to his engorged cock. "I will, I promise. Geez, why are you so worried all of a sudden? It's not like I'm gonna stretch it out or anything."

Clark stood up straight and made a decision: he would use his bulk to wrestle the suit off of Pete, just like what he would have done as Superman. He figured that even though he wasn't in top shape, he still had enough weight to overpower Pete.

Besides, he had no time to waste. Pete's hands had moved from his waist to the belt, and he was snapping it into place – Clark knew that in a few more seconds, his old powers would end up with his new lover.

The flabby man charged across the floor and tackled Pete from behind, grabbing his arms away and preventing him from securing the buckle. Pete was overwhelmed with the tremendous weight now on top of him and fell forward into the plush carpeting. Clark was exhilarated that he had succeeded, and knew it would be easy to wrestle the costume off. "He's strong, but I am too big to stop," thought Clark.

His euphoria was short-lived, however, when Pete finally hit the floor, and just beneath him, Clark heard a very familiar noise: snap! It was the belt buckle coming together as it slammed against the carpet.

"Nooooo!" Clark screamed, but it was too late. As his obese body landed atop Pete, he could feel his lover growing and changing beneath him. He could feel pound upon pound of muscle being added to Pete's tight body, changing him from an athletic baseball player into the form a supercharged heavyweight bodybuilder. Clark's cock grew very hard very quickly as he experienced the rapid growth going on beneath him.

He could feel Pete maneuvering his massive body around. Suddenly, Clark's head snapped back when Pete tossed him the air, and the former hero sailed across the room and landed back on the bed with a giant thump. He took a few moments to recover, and then sat up to see that Pete was even bigger and more muscular than he ever was!

Pete looked in the mirror and flexed his biceps, which looked like two big bowling balls. "I'm so fucking huge!" he said. "Why wouldn't you wear it, Clark? I mean, if you get seriously musclebound when you put it on, then why didn't you do it?"

"I...I did, but it didn't work when I put it on. I was too fat" Clark said realizing that Pete didn't knew that he had Superman's real suit on.

"There’s no such thing as too fat, Clark. You could put on another 200 or 300 pounds and still be incredibly sexy. But do you like me this big?" Pete asked.

"Of course, but do YOU want this?" he responded, hoping that Pete would take the suit off.

"I don't know, do I keep this buff look if I take the suit off?" Pete asked.

Clark decided he had nothing left to lose and told Pete the whole story; that he had been Superman and decided to temporarily give up his powers to enjoy life as a stud, only to end up a poor fat slob who couldn't fit into his costume.

Pete was stunned. "So this change is permanent? I'm the new Superman?" he asked as he continued to flex his bulging biceps.

Clark nodded. "Yes. It never occurred to me that someone else might try on the suit. I didn't think of a backup plan."

Pete heard what Clark was saying, but it was so hard to believe. He had always wanted to be a big, buff stud, and now he was the biggest of all. He did feel bad about Clark no longer being a hero, but as he said, there wasn't anything he could do about it now.

"So what are you going to do now that you're Superman?" asked Clark.

Pete thought about it for a milli-second and answered, "I'm going to make some alterations to this costume to show off my muscles."

Clark began to protest. "Um, I think it'd help with the transition if you...you know...left it the way..."

But Pete wasn't listening to his lover, as he was too busy making changes. He kicked off the boots one at a time and they sailed across the room and hit the wall. Then he removed everything from the lower half of his body and decided to only keep the red briefs – but before putting them back on, he used his heat vision to make cut a few sections off of them. They instantly transformed from looking like Granny panties to sexy speedos...and when Pete pulled them up, they barely covered his cock and balls.

Next, Pete discarded the cape, and then took off the top so he could use his heat vision to cut off the sleeves and a section that would have covered his lower torso. Now when he put it back on, it resembled a sexy cut-off tank top that revealed his shredded 10-pack.

Pete then turned to Clark and his a most muscular pose. "So what do you think of the new Superman?"

Clark wasn't sure what to say. "Well, you look awesome, but maybe not really look like what the public would expect."

Pete nodded, and then checked himself out in the mirror. "You're right. I'm bigger than you were as Superman, and probably stronger, too. I might even have more powers than you did. And this new outfit is a lot more...let's call it progressive. So I should go by a new name. Maybe Superstud! What do you think?”

Before Clark could answer, Pete did a quick scan of his lover’s vital signs. “Never mind, Clark,” said the new Superstud. “I can tell with my supervision and superhearing that your heart rate is elevated and your cock is getting hard again. Perhaps my first act as a hero should be to rescue you from an accidental emission.”

Clark then reminded Pete that he needed to be careful with his supercum, since Clark was only human now.

Pete smiled, flew over to Clark, and kissed him on the lips. “I’ll use my new superbrain to figure something out, Sweetie. In the meantime, you’ll can do whatever you want to my new superbody, and you’ll be getting a lot of super-blowjobs from me.”

Now it was finally Clark’s turn to smile, and the two got to work on pleasuring one another again.