New story: Superman: The Sixth Dimensional Vessel

[redwolf64]

Superman: The Sixth Dimensional Vessel
by [email protected]

Inspired by wbhulk, who really knows how to say "What's...happening... to me...?", and by the movie "Supernova".


part one

Superman flew over the northern territories in Canada. High in the air, the landscape almost a blur below, he shot through the atmosphere like a bullet, his cape tight in the sparse atmosphere blasting into his body as he moved forward. The cold - subfreezing high altitude temperatures that would kill a normal man in seconds - made no impression on him.

He thought about what he had been told only a few moments ago in the New Mexico desert at a top secret air base. Somewhere at a base near the Arctic Circle, an Army Lieutenant stood guard over the strangest thing ever encountered by the military on our planet - a strange vessel that only the Lieutenant seemed to know anything about.

It began three days ago. Strange things were happening at a remote satellite monitoring station, a hold-over from the Cold War. Wrapping up some new construction at the site in the tundra before the winter began to hit, the crew ran into a strange object buried near the facility. A young Lieutenant, had somehow sneaked past the guards over a period of days.

Before they knew what was happening, the Lieutenant had taken over the base. A single man in a helicopter escaped, ranting about the strange goings on -- the Lietenant showing incredible strength and musculature like Superman, able to focus beams from his eyes on objects around the camp and move them without touching them. The military brass couldn't get much more out of him.

Besides, they didn't believe him. No one could have Superman's powers. Or could they?

Superman was worried.

He had never heard of anything quite like this. All of his experience, the wisdom left to him by his father, Jor-El, when he came to this planet, had been a reassuring guide. Now, he was going into the realm of the unknown. Was this mortal's powers equal to his own? What kind of damage would he be able to do to people or the planet? He had now way of knowing.

The military gave Superman the GPS coordinates of the spot, but he didn't need them - there was a strange disturbance in the earth's magnetic field that Superman could almost sense with his body and almost see with his superhuman vision. He could see the camp below, a tiny speck in the middle of a vast Arctic wasteland. Superman slowed down and landed at a safe distance from the site, about a mile away.

A blizzard had rolled in to the area, the thick snow and winds made it difficult for a normal man to see the hand in front of his face. But Superman was not a normal man. He observed the camp with his superhuman vision through the snow, scanning, looking for some indication of what was going on.

The camp appeared to be deserted, a few smoldering ruins among the bare rocks and snow of the harsh Arctic. Superman could detect no life there - a few scattered pieces of machinery and twisted bodies half buried in the snow.

Then, he saw him. Or rather, something.

The figure of what appeared to be a man emerged from some kind of subterranean area, walking up steps. Superman could make out the figure of a being that almost looked like a man.

Perhaps 6'2", the figure's frame appeared as he walked up the steps - incredibly thick and muscled, his beefy pecs bouncing with each step. The being turned his head and flexed his thick, bull-sized neck, he looked down and flexed his arms, seeming to admire his own form.

The figure, fully exposed, stopped and turned as if he were looking for something. The being stopped and seemed to glare straight at Superman.

Superman was taken aback. He was a mile away from the site - could the being see him or sense him in some way? Superman decided to wait and observe.

He watched as the figure walked to a corner of the camp. The being was huge and thick - his meaty thighs and pecs bouncing with each step, the huge feet almost digging into the ground.

The being was naked.

Even though the being was just over 6' tall, as a normal man, his cock and balls were enormous. His thick muscular legs accentuated a swinging cock that looked to be a good foot and a half long and as thick as a bodybuilder's arm; his balls hung low down on his legs, pushed out by his massive thighs.

The arctic temperatures didn't seem to affect the being. With each breath, the warm air emerging from the being's lungs melted the falling snow, producing steam.

The being walked on the snow, the heat from his body melting it under his massive feet.

Superman watched as the being stopped and stood for a moment, standing in front of a transport vehicle, the size of a tank, used in the extreme arctic conditions. Looking around for a moment, the being did a double-biceps and a most muscular.

Was he ... or it ... putting on a show for someone? For Superman?

With a swift movement, the being bent down and picked up the vehicle, moving his hands underneath it until he pressed it high over his head, the veins throbbing in his obscenely muscled torso. He pressed the vehicle over his head. Superman could tell this was no great strain on his muscular body - why was he doing this?

The muscled beast threw the vehicle across the camp. It landed with a crash in the thick snow and rocks, a good football field away from where he stood.

The beast did a double biceps pose, admiring his form, and looking around with some determination. He did a most muscular, straining the muscles in his chest, arms and neck, the cords of power jutting out and flexing in ways that seemed superhuman.

Then, Superman saw it - proof that this was definitely a troublesome situation.

The eyes of the being began to glow, faintly red for a moment. The beast flexed harder, concentrating. Then, with a loud bang, a mix of unearthly sounds, strange beams emitted from the being's eyes, focused on the vehicle. Superman watched in horror as the vehicle began to glow red hot, then melt into a pile of twisted metal.

The muscle beast stood erect, his arms at his side, his chest thrust out, admiring his handiwork. Superman detected a twisted smile on the being's face with his super vision. He saw the being's cock start to grow harder.

The muscle beast turned and walked towards what appeared to be large hole dug in the ground. Superman watched as the being disappeared into the hole, seemingly walking down a series of steps into the ground.

Superman was shocked. He thought he was the only survivor of his home planet. Could this be another? Was there some experiment the military was conducting that had gone awry? Was this being from another part of the universe?

Superman had no way of knowing, but he did know that this being had to be stopped. He took to the air in a quick 'whosh', heading towards the camp.


part two

Superman landed in the middle of the camp, surveying the damage up close. This strange beast had caused some major damage - there was the smoldering wreckage of the vehicle, but other, more disturbing signs of his aggression.

An iron support beam from one of the buildings at the site lay bent and twisted on the ground, half covered with snow - indentations from the fingers of the being were still there as evidence of how it was destroyed. There was an indentation in the ground from a large boulder; Superman could see that the boulder, a good ton or more, had been moved or hurled a half-mile away.

Superman was dealing with a muscle beast that seemed to enjoy the destruction he could cause - he seemed to want to let everyone know just how powerful he was.

Superman saw, just ahead, a pile of rubble, as if an excavation had been taking place. There was an opening at the base of the piles of rocks and makeshift steps leading down into a dimly lit area.

He looked towards the opening and concentrated, trying to see with his x-ray vision what lay beneath the ground. It didn't work - Superman concentrated harder, refocusing, but to no avail. Instead, he saw odd, random patterns, almost like interference.

Did this being possess his power of x-ray vision? Was he using it to mask what Superman might otherwise see?

Superman approached the steps cautiously, but still confident in his abilities. He knew that, no matter what happened, his powers were only a tool in his quest for good - his intellect and righteousness would prevail over evil.

The steps led to a kind of corridor, dug out from the rocks and dirt under the ground. It twisted back and forth for several yards, perhaps the length of a football field, sloping down, lower and lower into the earth. The ceiling was low and Superman had to crouch down to continue his progress through the corridor. Dim lights were strung in the area, providing only a small amount of light.

After being in the raging snowstorm above ground, the corridor was eerily quiet, except for a strange hum that was some distance ahead.

Superman continued until he came upon an archway - it led to a ledge that overlooked a large cavern, a natural formation in the ground a few hundred feet deep. There was a makeshift ladder that led to the floor of the cavern from the ledge. Superman, using his flying abilities, floated to the floor of the cavern.

Around the area were all manner of digging tools, electrical equipment and scientific instruments. But, Superman's more immediate concern was the being and the strange glow at the far end of the cavern. The being stood with his back towards Superman, standing at some kind of glowing alter fused into the rocks. The beings hands seemed to be in front of him, touching or manipulating something at the alter at the center of a green light that filled the room.

"What are you doing?" Superman said, his deep voicing booming and echoing in the subterranean chamber.

The being did not answer. Superman only head strange low gutteral growls from the being.

Then, Superman noticed, with his enhanced vision, that something strange was happening. The being seemed to be growing - the muscles of his back, legs and butt flexed and rolled, throbbed, and seemed to be swelling. The beast moved his head and Superman saw his neck growing thicker.

Sensing danger, Superman flew to the far end of the cavern, just behind the being. The beast turned around, facing Superman and looking at him directly in the eyes.

His eyes were wide like some wild animal. The brows of his forehead were more pronounced that before, his jaw, low and square. He held his hands in front of him, outstretched - his hands, forearms and eyes glowed green. His muscled body tensed and throbbed, the veins obscenely pronounced. He was taller, almost seven feet, looking down at Superman.

He growled, flexing his arms.

"See my power, Superman," he said, admiring his form.

He flexed his forearms and biceps. The muscles twisted and contorted, growing larger, the veins throbbed and glowed green.

He flexed his pecs and neck as they grew thicker and more muscled.

He stared down at Superman, a strange, blank look in his eyes that seemed to see through him.

"You want this power, Superman," he roared, his voice going lower, almost a growl, echoing in the cave-like space.

"I am the most powerful being on this planet," he said, staring intently into Superman's eyes. "I could destroy you in an instant."

"Nothing can stop me," Superman replied, glancing down at the being's enormous throbbing cock and balls, pushed out even further by his growing, muscled thighs.

"We'll see," the man growled.

In a split instance, the being's eyes glowed white hot, focusing on Superman's chest. A bright burst of energy emerged from his eyes, landing on Superman's chest.

Superman stood there, stunned and numb.

The being flexed his obscenely muscled body in a most muscular and growled, growing even thicker and more muscled. The being growled as he let out a quick punch to Superman's pecs, throwing Superman's body thirty feet across the floor of the cave.

Superman was numb, limp, crumpled on the floor, unable to move as the being approached.

The being's cock throbbed and grew harder as he walked closer to Superman, the head of his cock bouncing against his pecs.

"Must....fuck...Superman...." he growled, coming closer.


part three

Superman could only lie on the floor of the cave, a sense of dread overcoming him at the thought of being fucked by this being as he came to his senses.

"Must .... fight..." Superman said to himself, trying to focus and regain control of his body.

Superman's pecs and arms twitched in his costume. The being's huge feet pounded the floor of the cave as he approached Superman, closer and closer; the being's seven foot muscled body bouncing and flexing with each step.

The huge, obscenely muscled being stopped in front of Superman, towering over him. The being reached down his meaty hand and, in a swift motion, grabbed Superman's neck and hoisted him into the air.

The being stared into Superman's eyes.

"I am the most powerful man on the planet, Superman," he growled. "You are weak. You are nothing."

The being shook Superman in his grip; Superman tightened the muscles of his neck, trying to resist his force. The being's strength was immense.

"You will submit to me, Superman," he growled.

Superman was regaining his strength. Focusing his x-ray vision, he scanned the being in front of him, hoping to understand his opponent's weaknesses.

The being appeared like a normal man on the inside, except his bone structure was packed and dense to support his frame. Inside his massive chest, beat two huge hearts, supplying his body with blood. His brain was twice as large as a normal man's and appeared to be throbbing and growing.

"I am evolved, Superman. I am a superior being. Superior even to you."

The massive hulk flexed his bicep as he held Superman by the throat with his other hand. Probably measuring thirty inches, the bicep and forearm flexed and rolled into a steel hard mass of corded, veined muscle.

Superman focused his eyes on the being's bicep; he concentrated, focusing a heat ray on the hulk's arm.

The beam penetrated the tough skin of the being's bicep, burning a hole in his arm, burning away at the muscle.

The being flinched and gripped Superman's throat harder.

The being flexed his arm again, glowing green blood oozing from the wound.

Superman was shocked - the wound, in an instant, was healing itself.

"You cannot destroy me, Superman," he growled as he glared at Superman.

Superman clinched his fists and with a massive blow, punched the being's flexed forearm. It felt as hard as a steel wall, but gave way at the punch. Superman felt and heard the being's arm bone crack with the blow.

Using his x-ray vision, Superman watched in horror as the being inhaled, flexed his arm again, concentrated, and the broken bone almost instantly become whole again.

"Join me, Superman," he growled. "Submit to me. Or die."

"Never!" Superman yelled, flexing his neck and pecs, wrapping his hands around the being's forearm.

The being clenched his fist and punched Superman in the stomach. The force blew the air out of Superman's lungs - he was lucky he saw the massive fist coming and flexed his steel-hard to minimize the impact.

The being's cock grew harder, the massive head resting on Superman's flexed pecs. Some emerald precum oozed out on Superman's chest - the precum hissed as it burned through his costume like acid. Superman tensed his pecs - the precum instantly penetrated his skin, becoming absorbed into his body.

The muscles of Superman's chest tensed and flexed - they felt slightly stronger, more muscled, stretching the fabric of his costume to its limits.

The being grinned and growled in his low deep voice, glaring at Superman.

"It's changing you, Superman," the being intoned, "just as it changed the others."

Superman felt a strange rush in his brain. He felt a strange desire, an overwhelming need. He wanted to be consumed by this being. He wanted this being to use him. He wanted to submit.

"Give in, Superman," the being growled, "You want it more than anything in the world."

In a quick motion, the being shifted Superman's body like some rag doll, mounting him over the base of his massive, throbbing cock, Superman's legs dangling beside them. Superman felt the heat from the being's oversized balls slowly throbbing and growing between his legs.

The being placed his fist in the center of Superman's back at the base of his spine. He pressed Superman close to his body. Superman could feel the huge throbbing dick on his abs and the massive mushroom head between his swelling pecs.

Superman was aroused. He wanted more. He grabbed the cock in a kind of bearhug, hoping to squeeze more of the precious precum from the being's cock. He flexed with a force that could have bent a half-ton pole of tempered steel.

The being laughed, the rumble trembling Superman's body.

"Go ahead, Superman," he growled, "squeeze harder. Pleasure your master."

Superman began to regain his senses. The logical side of his brain fought to take over. He realized this being's cum was, indeed, changing him. It could turn him into a powerful, massively muscled being. But it could also take away his will.

The being was walking towards the strange object that sat in the center of the huge space, his massive muscular flexing and bouncing with each step.

He reached out his hand towards the object. It began to open, like a set of shutters and a strange light emerged. The opening reached from the floor to the top of the object, a giant slit, like a vagina.

The being pushed his hand and forearm into the object and growled with pleasure.

"Pleasure your master, Superman. Pleasure the most powerful being in the universe."

"No!" Superman thundered, reaching out his hands to the being arms.

Superman struggled, trying to keep the being from this strange force that fed his power, but the being was too strong - deeper and deeper the being's throbbing, veined arm went into the light. The being started glowing green.

Suddenly, Superman's hand was drawn into the light. His back arched, his body began to convulse.

Time seemed to slow down. Superman, at the same time he could see what was happening, had another, untapped part of his mind that came to life like some kind of explosion. His mind raced, his superior intellect seemed to be increasing. He stared into the light.

Using his x-ray vision, Superman began to see the true nature of the light. His vision, in fact, had changed to a kind of vision no being in this dimension had experienced.

Superman could see the atomic structure of the matter in the vessel. It was not matter at all, at least in a sense we know it. The strange, dancing light was actually sixth dimensional matter, a form that Superman didn't understand.

But he understood its power - unleashing matter from this higher dimension would instantly destroy the universe in the third dimension, like some supernova. The vessel, surrounded with some strange markings of alien design, was meant to contain this matter, keep it from emerging in this dimension.

Superman, with his advancing intellect, began to understand that this matter was a creation force - destroying any matter it came into contact with, then rebuilding it, multiplying it dimensionally.

The vessel contained the ultimate power in this universe. And the human who had discovered it had only used it as a toy and did not understand its real power.

part four

"What's...happening.... to... me....?"

Superman groaned in pain and pleasure, his voice growled and roared.

His exposure to the sixth dimensional matter had begun to change him.

Unlike the human, a less advanced life form, Superman's powers began to increase with alarming speed.

His body quaked, the muscles flexing, throbbing, growing. His costume began to tear at the seams.

Superman lost control of his body as his forearm was drawn into the light. His eyes glowed, his heat vision multiplied, began shooting off uncontrollably. Rocks and boulders fell from the ceiling of the cave, bouncing off of him and and the being like rubber balls. The ground shook as these two evolved, hulking masses of muscle struggled with each other for control of the matter in the vessel.

Superman's brows grew heavy, his brain cavity enlarged. His muscles expanded to more than inhuman porportions; his costume ripped and tore, the veins in his muscles pulsed and throbbed, his feet grew huge and thick tearing through his boots.

Superman was growing.

The being grew frantic, trying to move his arm deeper into the light, fighting against Superman, knowing that he had to gain more strength, more power.

But, it was no use.

In a matter of moments, Superman was twelve feet tall, glowing green, standing naked in front of the being. Superman, his veined muscles still growing and throbbing, withdrew the hand of the being from the light.

Superman stood in front of the being, glaring down at him with his glowing eyes.

Superman felt his power. Felt he must dominate this being. Force this being into serving him.

Superman let out a roar and did a most muscular. Superman's neck was incredibly thick, veined and muscled, his pecs huge and powerful, his arms unstoppable.

When he roared, a massive hurricane force wind emerged from his lips, pushing against the face of the being, distorting the features as if he were an astronaut experiencing massive g-forces. The walls of the cave trembled with minor earthquakes at Superman's roar.

The being realized who was the most powerful person in the universe.

As he roared, Superman sprouted strange fur all over his body - fur that was hard, spiny, stronger than steel. His jaw became more square and pronounced, his neck throbbing with muscle and power.

Superman grabbed the wrists of the being with a force that could have crushed a tank; as Superman held the being's wrists behind his back, the bones and muscles repaired and reformed, awaiting more abuse from this superior being.

Superman's cock was engorged, lava hot, pulsing at the thought of fucking this inferior being.

Superman roared again, holding the arms of the being behind its back, flexing his muscles, the hurricane force of the air from his lungs, shattering the bones of the being.

Of course, as Superman saw with his now constantly active x-ray vision, the bones almost instantly healed.

A strange desire overtook Superman. He spun around the being, forcing it to bend over; he massaged his massive cock with his huge fist.

Without warning, Superman plunged his cock into the beings ass, feeling the sensation of his huge, throbbing tool tearing at the ever healing insides of the being.

Superman fucked the being harder - he had to deposit his cum in the being, he had to make the being serve him.

Faster and faster ... Superman pumped the beings muscled ass. Using his super-speed, now enhanced by the vessel, Superman fucked the being for hours...days...weeks. It didn't matter because Superman's cock controlled time and space.

To an outside observer, Superman would not seem to move at all; he was fucking the being so long and hard that tie meant nothing to him.

His x-ray vision saw his massive throbbing cock thrusting inside, tearing at the being's insides and breaking bones that were all reassembled in a few moments.

Superman came, his massive hands squeezing the being's ass, gallons of cum pouring out of his tremendously huge, muscular and powerful cock.

In the moments following his orgasm, Superman imagined this being as he was before. Indeed, as the hardon began to subside, the being grew smaller and smaller.

Superman realized that the vessel had made him capable of reforming matter in this dimension. His will could be manifested in a moment's notice, just by thinking about it.

After what seemed like a few moments, the being shrunk into what appeared to be a normal human being. Naked, the being crumpled on the ground in front of Superman's powerful form.

Superman stared at the vessel, wondered about its power. With a swift motion, the now enormously enhanced Superman used his hands and body to sweep the vessel out of the cave, flying high into the air.

Superman quickly flew to his fortress of solitude, gently placing the vessel there.

Standing in front of the vessel, his twelve foot frame pulsing, glowing with power, Superman wondered if he should place his hand in the opening again.

end

[wbhunk]

Beautifully done, Redwolf, and quite....ahem.....arousing!

Inspired by lil' ol' me? Well....I don't know what to say...(fans self)

[muscleboy82000]

Excellent story

You did a wonderful job and thanks for sharing it with us

[iceman75]

Great Story! I loved the muscle description and strength contests, I love seeing stories where Superman is overpowered and raped, but this one was special, the guy who beat him was a muscle monster, then Superman became an even bigger muscle monster and beat him back. The only thing I can say is I hope to see many, many more stories along these lines.