Superman gets BIG (Part 3)

[arpeejay]

By Richard Jasper

Part 2: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16909

Part 1: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16906

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"I'd offer you a beer or something," Clark said, looking at his nearly empty fridge, "but all I've got is Capri Sun."

He turned to see Noah standing on the other side of the kitchen counter, slowly pulling off his 4XL Boston Celtics jersey.

THWAP.

The Capri Sun containers burst when they hit floor and Clark slipped in the puddle, banging his elbow on the granite counter top. Noah was on Clark in a flash.

"Sorry, man, sorry," he said. "I thought you wanted me to pose."

Again, he effortlessly lifted Clark from the floor, Clark gripping Noah's massive forearms.

They feel like steel columns, Clark thought. And they're about as thick.

"We may need to have that elbow seen about," Noah said. "Here I'll get some ice for it."

Clark looked at his elbow, which had a egg-sized bump on it that was already turning black and blue. It throbbed with...

Pain?!!!

"Holy crap," Clark said. "Look at that!"

Noah gave him puzzled glance.

"Well, yep, that's a beaut alright," he said. "But nothing I haven't done a thousand times. You really didn't play any sports, did you?"

Clark ignored him. He was running a quick diagnostic check list.

Super Eyesight: Nada.

Super Hearing: Zip.

Super Strength: Zilch! Since when couldn't he crush a granite counter top to dust?

"Buddy, you doing OK?" Noah asked, beginning to get concerned.

Clark stood quickly and moved to the terrace; Clark's condo overlooked Metropolis' famed Elm Avenue from 10 floors up. Noah watched as Clark looked at the parapet, then turned and looked at one of patio chairs. Quickly Clark stood on the chair and stepped off. It was almost as if he expected to float!

"Oh my God," Clark said. He stumbled back inside, once again falling into Noah's arms. The big man guided Clark to the sofa and sat down beside him.

"I feel so weak," Clark said.

Noah tsked and slapped himself on the forehead.

"Dammit, I guess I shouldn't have taken you to Mo's after all," Noah said. "I forget what it's like to grow up eating food in a place like Smallville."

Clark shook his head.

"That's not it, it's just..."

He stopped.

He stared at Noah, sitting there shirtless next to him on the Italian leather sofa.

"Jesus," Clark breathed. "You are totally fucking huge."

Noah smiled, again flexing that tremendous arm of his.

"You like it?"

Clark moaned.

"God, I've never seen anything like it," he said.

Noah stood up and looked down at Clark.

"Then you're gonna like this, I bet."

With that Noah peeled off his pants and went through the standard posing routine. Clark's eyes got bigger and bigger. A faint sheen of perspiration coated his forehead.

As Noah posed, he called off his stats:

"Height: 6 feet 6 inches, tallest pro in the sport."

"Weight: 350 lbs., BIGGEST pro in the sport."

"Forearms: 22 inches -- about the same size as Arnold's upper arm, back in the day."

"Upper arms: 26 inches -- bigger than a normal man's thigh."

"Chest: 70 inches. Gotta work on that. I'm not gonna be happy until my chest measurement matches my height, 8 inches to go!"

"Waist: 35 inches. Big compared to most pros but it doesn't look it, does it?"

"Quads: 36 inches."

"Calves: 25 inches."

When he was done, Noah stood in front of Clark with his hands on his hips.

"Whaddya think, Clark?" he asked. "You think I ought to try on some blue tights and a red cape?"

Clark's eyes bugged out.

"I, uh, well..."

Noah laughed.

"Just teasin' ya, man, I don't get off on that kinda dress up stuff," he said. "Although, in fact, I've always thought Superman was a major hottie."

Clark's head jerked up.

"Really?"

Noah nodded quickly.

"Oh, yeah, man, he's got a great body, not just super strength, ya know? Not very big, of course, probably about your size but ripped as shit."

Clark began to feel flustered.

"Not very big?"

Noah squared his big broad shoulders, flexed his monstrous pecs, and locked his giant lats into place.

"Do you really think Superman would have any chance in a posedown with this?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Clark suddenly realized that his penis was more engorged that it ever had been in his life. Whatever self-control he may have possessed seemed to have deserted him along with his super powers.

"So, Clark," Noah said. "Is that an RPG in your pocket or were you happy with my posing routine?"

Clark's eyes traveled down the two meters of power that was Noah Steere, from his ruggedly handsome face, over the tremendous expanse of his chest, and his impossibly large, rippled abs, and rested upon...

"Wow," Clark said. "I guess you're big all over, huh?"

Noah reached his big hand down and pulled Clark up off the sofa.

"I think you're feeling a bit better," Noah said. "Isn't it about time you took off these clothes to show me what you have under there?"

Clark blushed but he didn't protest when Noah pulled off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt.

He didn't protest when Noah reached in and began nuzzling his neck with his handsome, manly face, the stubble on his sexy chin scraping across Clark's smooth one.

"Woof," Clark said.

"Damn," Noah said, when he had Clark's shirt off. "Look at you, man! You're ripped as shit. Superman wouldn't stand a chance posing against you either!"

The irony in that statement was lost to Clark, his mind being filled with lust.

Noah put his huge strong hand behind Clark's thick powerful neck and pulled Clark's face toward his own.

"Give us a kiss?"

Clark's lips parted. He let Noah's tongue in. And then he wasn't letting Noah do anything. He was kissing back. He was kissing back hard. His hands were running all over Noah's huge body, his body was trying to meld itself with Noah's.

"Fuck," Clark said.

Noah chuckled.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Clark was no longer capable of making a coherent sentence; his head nodded, slowly at first, and then vigorously, and then his mouth resume its exploration of Noah's granite pecs.

"Whatever you say, buddy boy," Noah said, hoisting Clark over his shoulder.

Whatever you say!

[Hopefully you will overlook the lack of growth in this chapter, too! Maybe?]

Part 4: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=16914

[Amazed]

Damn! I didn't want this one to end. Here's to hoping you'll crank out the next installment A.S.A.P. Thanks!!

[ldaniel13]

Very nice. I am always amazed at how quick you can write quality stories. You rock.

[omelissokomos]

Oh, there was growth all right. Don't you worry about that, Richard.

[muscl4life]

Originally Posted by omelissokomos

Oh, there was growth all right. Don't you worry about that, Richard.

I second that, there was some major growth...

[Blake]

[Hopefully you will overlook the lack of growth in this chapter, too! Maybe?]

Er....nope.....
I have to agree with "O's comment"

""Oh, there was growth all right. Don't you worry about that, Richard. ""

Neil

[fillups44]

The build up is pitch perfect----can't wait to see all the growth that is coming----as it were!!!

[skumbum]

I dont know what's going on, but i want to see the next chapter