Stag's Hart Corner

“I will inform the President that my forces will expel the insurgencies in the Balkans.” Lex Luthor informed his board.

“Very good Chairman. For my report on human health, I am glad to report that under your health plan and regiment, obesity is down 24% and overweight individuals have also decreased by 36%.”

“Excellent news.” Lex was proud of this achievement. Ever since he ridded the world of Superman. People had begun taking their health seriously. LuthorCorp was instrumental in providing the West with healthier foods and lifestyles and banned a lot of junk food from the market. “At this rate, we will end obesity by the end of the decade.”

“Before we depart, the people cite Superman’s downfall as the motive for improving their health. However, many express concern about his well being.” The board member asks.

“There is nothing to be done. You were all informed that Superman left for another alien planet.” Lex reminds without allowing any question.

“Yes and we know about your antipathy for him, but it wouldn't be useful to…”

“Gentleman. What is the answer you are supposed to give?” Lex asked sternly. The boardroom went silent.

“That Superman is no longer on Earth, and that we as a human race should not have ever requested his help.” The board member downtrodden answers.

“That is correct. We will convene in one month.” He dismissed the board by leaving without saying anything further. He took his personal elevator down to the depths of his lab. Then he went to his private quarters where he changed more comfortable clothes. Walking over to an automated door, entered his secret code and entered.

“Lex! You’re back! I was beginning to miss you.” Kal El lit up just before he took a bite into a sandwich.

“I apologize for leaving you alone for so long.” Lex relaxed looking at his greatest achievement.

“I wanna show you something.” Superman wiped his mouth. In order to get out of bed, the obese hero had to rock back and forth a few times to get up. Eventually he got up, whole body jiggling from the excessive amount of fat on his body.

“Look!” Superman lifts up his soft pillow like moobs, letting them fall and bounce. “I think they are even bigger than yesterday!” He says all proudly. At this point, neither Superman, nor Lex could tell anymore because they were so huge. Superman was insistent that he was getting larger.

“They do look bigger.” Nonetheless, Lex confirms because he knows it makes his pet happy. “Let me take a look.” The bald man uses his bare hands to gently grope, rub, and shake the large man’s caked pecs. Superman’s face goes red.

“Lex…are they…filled with fat?” He can’t help but get aroused.

“They are loaded with fat. All of those cakes, all of that food…in here…” After poking the moobs he places a hand on the round gut. “But mostly here.”

“Lex…my belly is so fat. I can’t believe I let myself get this large.” Despite the hero’s admission, he was grinning at the thought.

“Because you like it, don’t you?” He begins to rub Superman’s super round belly.

“I love it…” Lex begins to rub with more gusto. “I really love it when you do that!” Superman sits down, covers his eyes with his hands, and his smile getting wider.

“Relax Superman.” Lex couldn’t help but call Clark Kent by his hero name in this state. He went to work rubbing and shaking all of that fat. The round former hero went into a happy daze as his belly jiggled in shakes. Whenever Lex was stressed, his grabs would be harder and his hand more aggressive which drove Clark crazy.

“Ah…Lex…I’m gonna.” Luthor couldn’t see underneath Superman’s gut, but he took the man at his word knowing that he was about to cum. Lex stopped.

“Ready for today’s meal?” The business man asked. His pet nodded an enthusiastic yes. “For today, I have for you a tub of…” He opens the food pantry and takes out a drum. “Frosting.” He opened the lid to show that it was filled with icy blue frosting. Lex took a pitcher and filled it with the frosting.

“Yes yes yes!” Superman exclaimed as he bounced up and down with joy.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered.

“Ahhhhh…” Kal El opened as wide as he could, but Lex held his mouth open for his own benefit. Then he poured the icy blue frosting into Superman’s mouth. He kept the pour at perfect rate so that Superman could chug. For Clark, he could feel the frosting making its way down into his large belly making it fatter with each gulp. For Lex, he thought he could see the belly expand as the pitcher ran lower and lower. WIth one final gulp, Superman took a breath.

“Thank you Lex.” He smiled and beamed with joy.

“We are not done yet. You need to finish this whole drum, but rest assured. I will help.” Luthor then took a large spoon and scooped up a huge dollop of frosting.

“Yes yes!” Superman opened his mouth once more, letting the spoon and frosting enter his mouth. With each passing scoop, the frosting would leak out of his mouth or the occasional blob would land on Superman’s massive chest. After about 15 minutes, the drum was empty.

“Make sure you get the remaining frosting off of your body.” Lex reminded the rotund kryptonian. “I also need you to lay on your back.” When Superman heard his order, he promptly laid on his back. His fat shifted to the motion, making his moobs closer to his face. There he could lick off the stray frosting blobs. He felt his underwear being removed. “What a mess you’ve made.”

“Sorry.” Superman says sheepishly, but he’s more excited about what is about to happen. Then he feels Lex tug on his erect penis. With Superman laying on his back, it was the only way for the bald man to access it.

“Ugh…” Clark moaned with pleasure as Lex wanked faster. “I’m gonna…” With a few orgasmic bounces, Superman shot his load. To Lex’s expectation, he noticed that his cum had a deeper hue of icy blue. His synthetic kryptonite had made its way all the way to his testicals, fusing with the kryptonian’s semen. An even greater outcome than Lex expected. Luthor took a cloth to wipe away the crystal blue jizz.

“I have to get back to work, Superman. I’ll be back in a few…” But it was useless. Superman was already fast asleep. Lex saw how content and relaxed the former hero was and wondered if he gave the hero a gift instead of ruining him like he originally intended.

“Peter! Thank you for organizing this holiday party!”

“Awe, it’s nothing Janice. Glad you are enjoying yourself!” Looks like everyone is having a great time at this holiday party I organized.

“Calabria Kitchen is booked every single year. Some of the biggest companies can’t get booked, let alone The Bugle. How did you do it?” Janice has always been an inquisitive one.

“Let’s say, I know the owner.” I left it at that. It’s true after all. She chuckled and moved on. Time to lumber my way to my lover.

“Mmmmm…ugh…this steak is phenomenal.” Hector says to me as he takes his last bite of prime rib.

“They get the Holstein’s straight from Germany.” Informing him with my culinary expertise.

“Excuse me…” He flags down the waiter. “I’ll have a chicken piccatta.” The waiter acknowledges his order. I chuckle.

“Take it easy babe. Dessert hasn’t even come out yet.” Due to my massive size, most think I eat food quickly. I learned that lesson a long time ago.

“But it’s sooo good!” Hector pats his belly. I can empathize with that.

“Parker!” Uh oh, the Chief is calling.

“Ugh…I’ll be…”

“I know, boss time.” Hector tells me so that I understand. That chicken piccata will keep him busy. I swear I see his eyes dazzle every time a dish is put in front of him. So cute.

“Yes Mr. Jameson?”

“Listen Parker. Since you did a decent job with the restaurant reviews and revealing the downfall of that menace Spiderman…” I’m trying not to roll my eyes at that last remark. “I’m sending you on assignment to Metropolis.”

“Oh wow…but what for?” I’m not that kind of journalist.

“I want you to get the scoop on that Supermenace. You can review some restaurants while you are there.”

“Thank you sir, but why me?” Can The Bugle really lug a 400 pound Spiderpig?

“You got the story on Spiderman’s downfall, so I figure you can do it for Superman. All expenses will be paid for, will you take it?” Sheesh. I have to make a decision right now. Typical Jameson. The night went on with me and Hector devouring dessert. I swear I saw my husband eat a whole gingerbread city. Then we went home.

“Are you going to go to Metropolis?” My lover asks.

“I’m leaning towards no. We have our life here and I can’t make you move.” I reason.

“He said all expenses paid! I could come with you! It’s no big deal for me to find a new job over there.”

“Sounds like you want to go more than me.” I tell him as I undress as we get ready for bed.

“I’ll support whatever decision you make.” Hector says as he undresses. Wow, he’s gotten big.

“I can see you enjoyed the holiday party.” I press my large mass behind him, hugging from behind.

“Aw man. Seeing all of that food couldn’t make me stop. It’s making me so fat.” Getting into it, we are rubbing and shaking his round gut.

“I remember when I used to be this size.”

“Right around the time I found out you were Spiderman.” That’s right. He looks almost identical to me at that time, but he’s got a muscular frame than I do.

“The fat looks so good on you.” Groping his fused pecs moobs.

“I know right!? Why didn’t I do this sooner?” A common revelation among the gainers.

“All that matters is that you are fat and you are mine.” I cooed to him as I reached for his dick. “How many pounds is it?”

“60 pounds. My inbody test says I’m 40% body fat. Up 12% from the start of the year.” Hector’s progress is arousing us both.

“You’ve gotten so fat. Doesn’t it feel good? Having all of that heft on your body? Your belly jiggles when you walk? Your puffy sagging tits? Your meat slabs you call thighs?” Faster I jerk his penis. “Is that a fat pad I feel?”

“Fuck yes! I want to get fatter too!” Hector moans in admission.

“You’ll get so fat that you won’t be able to top me.” My snear will bring him too…

“Parker…ahhh…” He climaxes in my hand. It’s easy to catch it all with my fat hands.

“Look at this mess you made on my hand. Guess I have to clean it myself.” As I lick his sperm off my hand, I realize how much I like having this control over him. I guess he felt the same way when he was fattening me up.

“I love you so much Peter.” He hugs me. “I can’t wait for you to see what I got you for Christmas.”

“I think my gift will be better.” I tease.

“Then let's go to bed! Christmas will come sooner!” Hector beckons as he gets into bed. Getting him to climax worked because he slept like a rock. I must prepare.

Christmas morning.

“Merry Christmas luv.” I say to my lover as he wakes. His eyes go wide as he looks up.

“Spiderman! You came to visit!” He rubs my gigantic gut which is right in front of his face.

“I got a new costume. You like?” Saying as I look down at him because I am straddling on top of him.

“Ooof…so heavy…but yeah! Is this my present?” He asks.

“Only part of it. Let's go to the tree.” I get off of him and lumber to the living room. “Wait civilian! There is danger ahead!” I warn.

“What is it?” He eagerly asks. I point to the cylindrical object on the floor.

“Let me check it out. I could be dangerous.” I get down on all fours. Using a finger, I trace the object. I lift up my mask only to expose my mouth and taste the object. “Mmmm…taste like…chocolate cheesecake.”

“Is it safe?” Hector plays along.

“I believe so. To be safe, I should neutralize it. Only my spidey powers can do so.” Doing my duty, I lean in, open my mouth and begin to eat the cheesecake.

“You can do it spiderpig! I believe in you!” It helps with the civilians cheering me on. Already a quarter of it is finished. 

“This cake is dangerously delicious. I must stop it, before it’s too late!” With that, I continue my heroic feat.

“Wow Spiderpig! Your ass is really big! Do you need…more…encouragement?” Even though I can’t see him, my spidey sense tells me that he’s removing his pajama pants and fully erect. I swallow a huge chunk of cheesecake.

“Please do, civilian.” I continue my heroic quest as I feel my costume bottoms being pulled down. A rock hard rod is teasing in between my ass cheeks.

“You are huge, spiderpig! A testament to your powers.” Hector exclaims while squeezing my fat handles, then he shoves himself inside me. “Keep eating Spiderpig!” His encouragement works as I eat faster and use my hands to shove more cake in. The euphoria of the cake and Hector’s dick is making me leak through my fupa.

“Tell me what a pig I am.” I request.

“You’re my pig! The biggest fattest spiderpig!” He answers. His plaps feel like a cushion. A testament to the chub he’s put on. Honestly I can’t get enough of how soft he’s gotten. “You can do it Spiderpig, finish that whole cake and save the city.”

“Mmmm…Almost…there.” Just a few more bites. I shove the last 3 bites in my mouth…now just swallow and… “All…guh…done." I swallow the last bits and shortly after, I feel Hector’s warm filling inside my ass.

“Fuck! Lemme get a look at you hero.” Hector pushes me so that I roll onto my back. My belly is forcing my costume up. My mouth is surrounded with the remnants of the cheesecake. All I can do is pant. “This is the biggest spiderpig I’ve ever seen! The largest hero this city has ever witnessed.”

“Hehe…Thanks love, and Merry Christmas.” I tell him as he flops onto my belly. “Ooooff!”

“Best Christmas gift ever!” He kisses me while also licking the remaining cake off of my face. Our bellies pressing against each other. Our tits smooshed together. Our fat faces sucking each other. This is the best Christmas ever!

“More More!” Superman beckoned.

“Very well.” Lex Luthor smiled as he took another fork full of the 39th cake, bringing it to Superman’s mouth. Luthor grew to enjoy the feeding sessions. He no longer viewed them as part of an experiment but as a pastime whenever he was stressed. Superman ate the piece.

“Mmmm!” He hummed while chewing the piece and swallowing. What Lex saw before him wasn’t a hero but his own personal pet. A pet that had grown so round and fat that it could barely walk. The belly was nearly a spherical shape, something that only the Kryptonian could pull off, or so Lex speculated. The former hero’s chest were like dense sacks of flour and very sensitive, maintaining a rectangular shape due to the alien’s physiology. His thighs were massive and his ass caked with lard. Above all else, Superman’s face was adorably cherubic. The only thing that remained from the hero was his jet black hair with the curl. Since nothing could fit Superman’s immense size, he mostly remained nude except a red jock strap specifically designed for his size. Besides, Clark would always complain how hot it was.

“Listen Superman…” Lex continued to call him Superman because it contrasted so wonderfully with who the man formerly was. “I want to give you something.” He stuffed the final piece of cake into Superman’s mouth.

“Whaff of it?” Superman asked while chewing on his cake. Lex couldn’t help but chuckle.

“A cross holster for you to wear.” Similar to that of his henchmen and his old costume from his disbanded Legion of Doom. “I’ll put it on for you.”

“Thanks Mr. Luthor.” Lex asked the hero to lift up his doughy arms. Superman grunted from the expended energy to do it. The scientist was able to easily put it on.

“There. That looks superb.” Lex observed to himself.

“Can I see?” Superman pleaded like a kid.

“Of course.” Lex pulled out the large rectangular mirror on wheels in front of the round man.

“Wow! Looks great!” Superman admires the holster.

“I’m glad. You will wear it at all times.” 

“Okay.” Clark grinned while admiring the look. “May I please have a belly rub?” He asked like a child.

“I will once I give my address. In the meantime, I need you to do something else for me.” His henchmen came out holding a box in their hands.

“Lex! Is that…!” The henchmen placed it in front of the huge hero.

A few hours later

“Excellent work Jimmy.” Mr. White commented on this written article about the benefits of a healthy lifestyle.

“Thanks sir.” He complimented. Jimmy wanted to credit Superman for the inspiration. The local news was quietly in the background while they spoke.

“You never heard anything from Clark.” Superman’s former boss stated rather than asked.

“No, I haven’t.” Jimmy answered glummely.

“It doesn’t make sense. I had a few interviews lined up for him, but he hasn’t been answering his phone.” Mr. White lamented.

“Yeah…” What else could Jimmy say? Suddenly the TV’s signal went fuzzy.

“What the…?” Mr. White pondered as he tried to change the channel. Suddenly Lex Luthor appeared crystal clear on the picture and on every other channel.

“Good evening citizens of America and beyond. I am Lex Luthor, owner and President of LuthorCorp.”

“How did he…?” Jimmy asked but Lex continued while sitting at his desk with a slight lean forward.

“As the steward of humanity’s greatest achievement, it is my duty to ensure that the human race grows and excels in every facet beyond our imagined limitations. We have made immense progress in the short amount of time we have on Earth thus far. We as a race would have continued to move forward, that is, until we were invaded by an alien creature.” Jimmy swallowed a lump in his throat when he heard ‘alien creature’.

“Since the arrival of the Kryptonian, we as a human race have allowed ourselves to ignore the march of progress. His alien abilities have made us soft, lazy, and weak. I could not allow us a race to be reduced in such a pathetic state. To add insult to injury, he was bestowed the name “Superman”, a mockery when he is not human to begin with. The only race that is allowed to be “Super” is the human one.”

“What is he going on about?” Questioned Mr. White.

“Humanity, take a look at the one who you named, “Superman”.” The camera pans to Superman who’s happily stuffing his face with the 40th cake. Nobody could believe that the man they considered a superhero was now a ball of dense lard. Especially Jimmy, who recognized Superman’s signature hair curl.

“Yes. That is indeed Superman who succumbed to the vices of humanity. Fear not people of Earth, for I will lead us forward to progress. To go beyond where any human has gone before. A human defeated Superman, and a human will make our planet strong. We as a race should have never relied on Superman. LuthorCorp will not only fill the voice, but surpass it tenfold. I have already made a deal with NATO to secure our future from any extraterrestrial beings. I will protect you. Place your faith in me, a human, to secure your safety and well being. Thank you and goodnight.” The TV signal briefly went out, and regular programming resumed.

Two days later

“I hope Clark is okay.” Mused Jimmy as he couldn’t focus on his writing assignment. Filling in for Clark was busy work, but he did his best because he wanted Superman to be proud.

“Good morning Jimmy.” He knew the voice, but when he looked he didn’t recognize the person.

“Hi…umm…Clark.” Jimmy didn’t know what to make of what he saw nor of what to say.

“I see you’ve been holding down the fort. Well done.” Clark then slowly walked to his office with a labored breath. Jimmy followed.

“Just doing my best.” It wasn’t just Jimmy. Everyone in the office turned their heads to see the formerly trim and fit Clark, was now round and fat with a noticeable waddle. After a slow walk, they made it to Clark’s office. When the journalist sat in chair, it made an audible creek due to the immense weight.

“So what’s the scoop for today? Wait…scoop…ice cream! I could do an article about ice cream in Metropolis. I’ll run it by Mr. White!” Clark lit up with his idea. Jimmy couldn’t take it any longer.

“Clark! What happened to you? Do you recognize what you’ve become?” Jimmy tried to suppress the disappointment in his voice which even he didn’t calculate for.

“Oh this?” He patted his belly with both hands with a pleasant smile. “Feels and looks good.” Jimmy didn’t know what to make of that answer.

“What about…I mean…doesn’t it…?” However, seeing Clark’s content aura softened Jimmy’s stance. “If it makes you happy, then I’m happy.” After all, he recalled what he told Superman back at the fortress of solitude.

“Where are we going for lunch?” Clark happily asked.

“How about burritos?” Jimmy smiled back. They worked as normal as it always was. When they went to lunch, Jimmy had a salad bowl while Clark had 3 burritos. Jimmy found himself at ease with his friend. It would seem that everything was going to be fine.

“As I took the photo, he moved too soon. He looked like a flying lasagna or something.” Clark laughed at Jimmy’s story as they entered the office back from lunch.

“Mmmm…lasagna. Say Jimmy you think I could…” But before Clark could finish, they were stopped by Mr. While.

“Clark, I need to see you in my office.” They looked at each other with worry. Clark did as he was told.

“I take no pleasure in this, but I’m letting you go.” Mr. White imparted.

“Why Mr. White? Was it all of the time I took off?” Clark pleaded.

“It’s…your health. You are supposed to be writing about health and fitness which I can see you can no longer live up to.” His boss was frank.

“I understand.” Despite coming to terms with his weight, it still hurt.

“I will make some calls to see if some of my connections could use a guy like you. Please take care of yourself.” Mr. White left it like that and Clark left the office slumped and went back home.

“Now what am I gonna do?” Superman asked himself as he dug into the 31st cake that Lex gave him to take home to drown the sadness. He had no job and could no longer fight crime as Superman. At this point he knew there was only one place he could go.

The next day

“We need to prepare for my address. The moment is upon LuthorCorp to take over once and for all.” Lex addressed his board. He continued to talk as a henchman entered and quietly walked over to Lex. Bending over, he whispered something in Lex’s ear which caused the businessman to stop talking.

“I see…” Acknowledging what the henchman had said. Then he turned his attention back to the board.

“The final phase will commence.” Is the last statement he makes to the board and departs.

“I'm really really hungry!” Complained Clark as he waited at the LuthorCorp front desk. “Tell Lex that I’m Superman.” But the receptionist didn’t buy it with the image of a fat man in civilian clothes in front of her.

“I’m sorry sir but if you don’t leave, I will have security escort you out.” She picks up the phone to make good on that promise.

“Please! I really need cake!” The security guards arrive and approach the large Clark.

“Alright sir, you need to come with us.” Knowing that he could not fight back, Clark was scared.

“Wait! Please don’t hurt me!” The guard grabbed Clark.

“Let that man go!” Lex briskly walked over to the guards with his order to stand down. The guards immediately let go and backed off.

“I am so sorry sir! I didn’t get reports that this gentleman was here to see you.” The receptionist pleaded, but Lex ignored her.

“Come with me Superman.” Lex guided him to the elevator that would lead them to Lex’s office. “What brought you back so soon?” Lex rhetorically asked.

“I was fired from The Daily Planet. Since I don’t know what else to do, I thought you might be able to help me out.” Clark admits to his enemy.

“Mmmm…” Lex ponders to himself but is mostly a ruse for his adversary. “I have a deal for you Kal-El. I want you to be my personal assistant, you simply have to do everything I say. You have housing and most importantly, all of the food you can eat.” Clark perked up when he heard about the food.

“However, I need you to sign this agreement that you will no longer act as Superman unless you have my permission. It also states that you no longer claim to be Kryptonian and are now a part of the human race.”

“Uhhhh….” Superman is hesitant to sign.

“Kal-El. The kryptonite I gave you completely disabled your superstrength and shut down your metabolic rate. There is nothing you can do to stop me. Quite frankly, I don’t think you want to. Let me demonstrate.” He presses the coms on his desk phone. “Send it in.” A few minutes later, the henchmen who superman recognized that got as fat as he did came in with a cake with blue icing.

“As you can see, I was able to develop a cure for the Kryptonite I made.” His statement was true due to the thin svelte henchman holding the cake, who set it in front of Superman.

“Tell me Superman, do you want the cure? Or…” It didn’t matter because Clark instantly dug into the cake, eating with a smile on his face.

“I missed this cake so much!” The former hero commented.

Dear Journal,

It’s been a month since I moved into Greyson Mansion and I’ve settled in quite nicely. I made my first paycheck which is $12,000, almost all of it in the bank! The only drawback is we are only paid until the end of the month, but then again, all my living expenses are gone! All I have to pay for is car insurance. Then again, I’m not allowed to have my car on the premises. I must take a cab to the storage facility to get my car. This doesn’t make any sense. Guess I should consider selling my car, and only use cab services to get me around town. Another problem this generates is the distance between my work and my social life. I’m torn between having everything I need and want at Greyson Mansion, so why bother?

As for my roommate, it would be better if he would talk to me. After multiple approaches and tactics, Vander has been strictly professional. He hasn’t opened up since we went to lunch on our first day. He’s the only one I know who I can talk about work with, yet he doesn’t say anything. I’m not going to try anymore, he’s going to have to reach out to me. The only downside is that it’s pretty quiet and always awkward. At least our room is spacious which allowed me to organize it like my old apartment. My bed is the best mattress I’ve ever slept on. Otherwise work has been going swimmingly, I no longer feel weird when scrubbing down Chase. Each day brings a new thing, like the time I found a gray hair on his ass. When I locked eyes with Vander, he nodded a no. But I took a chance and plucked it! Chase didn’t even flinch! I felt so proud of myself.

Sincerely, Matthew Corbin

Journalistic 6/10/2002

Okay Okay! I know I am late with this entry, and I’ll tell you why. Cause I didn’t have my laptop for a frickin’ week! It was held hostage in a storage facility against my will. Now lemme explain. Remember how I told all of you that I was moving into the mansion because you all encouraged me to stay? Well I went to get my stuff from my apartment and when I unlocked my door, everything was gone! Called up my landlord and asked what the hell happened to my stuff. He told me that movers came over and told him that they were moving all my stuff out. I never gave my permission, but he said I did because he reviewed documents with my signature on them. It dawned on me that this must’ve been in my contract which I signed! All I could think of was “oh hell.” I figured I would have to terminate my lease at least. But my landlord told me that that was taken care of as well. The only thing I had to do was give them my apartment key.

I zip on back to the mansion and speak with HR. They told me that my stuff was in a storage unit somewhere and that if I want something, I am able to request it. It’s my freakin’ stuff! I can have it whenever I want to! But they explained that in my contract, I agreed to have them monitor what can or cannot come into their house. Guess I shoulda read the fine print.

Other than that, it was another day of washing down a deer dong. It’s also my first night living with my new roommate…the dragon. I would have preferred my own room, but I gotta live by their rules. This sucks.

Vander Lavigne signing out

He didn’t know what to do, except answer to his constant hungry stomach. Which he was able to sate by ordering food online. Jimmy knocked on his door to try to help, but Clark told him to go away. His only company was the TV and the food. The knock came again.

“Clark Kent! This is Professor Hamilton.” The huge hero heard from his door.

“Go away! I’m not in the mood.” His response would have been clear and harsh, but it was muffled from the potato chips he had in his mouth.

“I’m coming in for your own good!” Then he heard the lock latch open. It was the landlord who opened it. Professor Hamilton came inside and stepped in front of the TV to get Superman’s attention.

“Outta the way! I’m watching this!” He protested, but Emil was having none of it and shut off the TV. “How did you get in here?”

“I’m responding to a wellness check requested by The Daily Planet.”

“Tell them I am fine. Now leave me alone.” Clark’s attitude made Emil fearful of the effects of the synthetic Kryptonite. The professor sat down.

“Superman, please. I am here to help. This isn’t you and I know YOU know this isn’t you.” The professor implored.

“I tried to get Luthor to give me the cure, but I ended up stuffing my face. Besides, the best way I can protect humanity is to stay out of Lex Luthor’s way.” Clark revealed.

“How?” The Professor asked incredulously. Superman explained that the kryptonite that is affecting him can affect humans.

“You see?” Lex Luthor beat me.

“I think that’s a bluff. My studies show that it has no effect on humans.”

“I saw that henchman and how he looked at those cakes. Just like me, and look how I turned up.” Superman folded his arms in disappointment.

“Regardless, you can’t just give up. You have to try…”

“Professor, in your research. Did the kryptonite have any other effects?”

“There is…” Superman braced for Emil to say that it would cause sexual arousal. “It is causing your muscles to atrophy. Not to mention the lack of exercise isn’t helping either.”

“Oh, I see.” Clark felt disappointed when hearing that answer.

“You need to get out of this apartment. Why don’t you come by the university? We can do more tests, talk with my colleagues, and enjoy the fresh air.”

“Yeah, okay Emil.” But Superman said what the professor wanted to hear to get him out of his apartment. Which worked because Hamilton got up.

“Very good. I’ll see you in 3 days.” Emil left. Superman then got up to put on some sweatpants because it was the only thing that could fit him. He left his apartment.

A few hours later

“Ah, you’ve come.”

“You know I would show.” Superman retorted to Lex.

“What can I do for you, Superman.” The way Luthor said Superman was mocking.

“I’m here because…” His body language was pathetic.

“You want to eat more cake, the cure for the kryptonite, or to stop my evil plan?”

“Yes, to all of it.” Superman admits with a sigh.

“I’m glad that you are being honest with yourself. Shall we begin?” Superman answered by removing his sweatclothes down to his underwear. Like last time, Lex Luthor took measurements of his belly, body fat, and weight. Though this time, Superman was comfortably compliant. As they both predicted, all of his numbers were higher.

“Are we done? I want to eat my cake.” Superman impatiently states.

“Before that, I would like to conduct some new tests. Please remove your underwear and take a seat.” The large man felt nervously excited as he took off his underwear. Completely nude, he sat down in the same comfortable chair he was in last time. Then Lex took off his latex gloves and began rubbing Superman’s fat belly.

“What are you doing!?” He tensed up, but did not resist.

“Just relax, Kal El.” Lex’s rubs became more serious. The feeling of Lex’s hand on the hero’s soft belly felt incredibly nice. He didn’t want him to stop.

“That feels…” Superman pants in arousal.

“Yes?” Lex wanted him to say it.

“Really good. Don’t stop.” Below Superman’s belly, his penis grew instantly erect. He shivered from arousal as Lex continued to rub. The fat rippled and jiggled which heightened the experience for the huge hero. “Whoa, I am so fat, so dense.” He thought to himself, blushing.

“Mmmmm…Let me try this.” Lex slid his hands to Superman’s fattened pecs. Superman gasped at the touch. His dick began to leak a steady stream of precum as Lex rubbed, jiggled, and gently squeezed the round moobs.

“Why…why…do I like this so much?” The receiving man asked as Lex continued to push his buttons, but the scientist didn’t answer. It wasn’t just the feeling of the hand itself, but the reminder of how fat he became that was driving him crazy. As if every single touch told him he is fat and the immensity of it. For Luthor, this was beginning to take too long. He moved his hands away from the hero’s chest and one was back on the belly. He stuck one finger in Superman’s deep belly button and the other…

“Wait, what’re you…” But it was too late for Superman as Lex Luthor’s other hand gently grasped Clark’s dick and gently stroked.

“Nghhh!!!!” Superman grunted as Lex milked the cum out of his dick. Superman’s orgasm kept going until he completely drained his balls. He sat in a trance, catching his breath as Lex put his latex gloves back on and gathered Superman’s semen as samples for testing. He kept a straight face the whole time.

“To answer your question Kal El. You like being fat because it’s novel. Something you would never experience on your own unless you had a little push. Did you know that 68% of men experience a new rush of sexual drive when they put on at least 20 pounds?” Lex answered.

“I…didn’t know that.” Superman pondered.

“As you’ve proven, humans and kryptonians are alike in many ways. Let me ask you a very important question. Superman, do you like being fat?” The scientist sternly asked.

“...Yes. Yes I do.” This admission felt like a huge weight off his shoulders.

“Do you want to gain even more weight?” Luthor followed up.

“Yes, I do.” Again, Superman felt more true to himself than he ever had before.

“I’m glad to hear that. Now, please enjoy the comfort while I continue my work.” With that, his henchmen appeared with cakes for the round hero to eat. Superman had a huge smile on his face as the cake was placed in front of him. As he devoured the cake, he thought “This is even better! Why did I even try to resist?” The bliss was stronger now that he let his inhibitions go. Lex Luthor left Superman to his feast so that he could continue to work and prepare for the final phase of his plan.

After that embarrassing incident at the office, Clark retreated back to his apartment. Shutting himself in, all he did was order delivery and stuff his face to numb the hunger and humiliation. While watching the TV the news came on.

“Police have reported another robbery in town. This time at the Dollar Tree Bank.” Clark stopped gorging for a moment and paid attention.

“A string of robberies has placed police on high alert and are asking citizens to be vigilant. Though people say Superman should handle it.”

“When Superman comes through, he always makes a statement. Then crime goes down.” Said Karin Rodriguez.

“Once Superman shows up, those bad guys will beg to be taken in.” Jim Danes proclaimed.

“The mayor is still weighing the option of calling upon Superman to intervene. Though he states that the city should take care of local crime and Superman for major disasters. And now we turn to Sydney for the weather…” Clark knew he didn’t have to wait for the mayor to call and hearing the people interviewed gave him renewed hope.

“I can’t just sit here. I am Superman!” Clark proclaims in his underwear, gut spilling forward. So he took it upon himself to get back into costume. Since the girdle was broken from bursting it, he had no choice but to put on his costume without it. Luckily the costume contoured to his body fitting. He took a look at himself in the full body mirror.

“Yes. Superman is here!” He hyped himself into saying with his hands on his hips and chest puffed out. However the longer he looked at himself, doubt began to take over. His belly was a round blue ball that sat above his golden belt which was really snug. Strong pectoral muscles were now soft bouncy moobs which jiggled to the slighted movement. No longer was his strong jaw line but a cuddly pair of chubby cheeks. He pushed those thoughts out of his mind.

“As long as I save the day, it won’t matter what size I am.” He rationalized as he opened the window and leaped out to take flight. However, when his hefty weight caused him to drop down quickly before taking proper flight. He flew slow and lethargic and could easily be spotted. Usually his fast flight made him look like a speeding bullet. Now he resembled a blue balloon bobbing up and down. In the distance he heard sirens and made his way over as fast as he could.

“Ditch the car!” The passenger seat thief commanded as the vehicle was out of gas. The two hastily exited the vehicle and ran on foot with the cash.

“Going somewhere?” Superman asked as he hovered in front of them. They stopped in their tracks.

“Shit! It’s Superman! Scatter!” The two run off in opposite directions. One went into the woods, the other stayed on the road.

“Oh no you don’t!” Superman said as he chased the thief. It was taking a long time for him to fly to catch up and felt running out of energy. Even the robber was running out of stamina which allowed the hero to make it. Superman grabbed the robber by the collar of his shirt to lift him up.

“Wait! Superman please!” The robber pleaded but Superman could only get him a few feet off the ground.

“Why is this guy so heavy?” The hero thought to himself as he used whatever strength he could. His usual superstrength was nowhere present. The robber was only average human weight, which should have been an easy carry.

“Ughh…” Superman didn’t have any more energy and set him down. He then landed trying to catch his breath. Even the robber was perplexed by the state of the hero.

“Whoa. What happened to you, Superman?” The bad guy asked.

“I can’t explain.” He was able to catch his breath, but the sweat soaked costume said something different. The costume became more translucent showing off his fatty curves and rolls.

“You got huge! Gotta lay off the burgers and fries.” The robber’s grin was humiliating.

“Superman got superfat! How did you let this happen? I swear your tits are bigger than my girlfriends!” The teasing was making the blood rush to his groin. Superman knew he had to think fast.

“Listen, if you give me the identity of your accomplice. I’ll have the police drop all charges against you. I’ll even pay you for your cooperation.”

“How much are we talking?”

An hour later

“Look! It’s Superman!” The police officer stated as he drove up to the hero. Superman walked up holding the robber.

“Take this evildoer away.” I will be searching for the other one. The officer put the thief in the backseat. The robber had a grin on his face like he won the lottery.

“Thank you, Superman. How did you get all wet?” The cop asked but Superman jumped to fly away as fast as he could so that his weight wouldn’t be detected. Superman didn’t even try to find the other thief, instead he went straight home.

“What a disaster!” He criticized himself. “I can’t fight crime like this!” Distressed he bounces his blue fat belly.

“That guy called me huge and fat, with tits all because I can’t stop stuffing my face!” The hero panics.

“The worst part is…” he frantically takes off his costume and underwear. “I wanted him to say it over and over again!” Looking at his boner confirmed the truth. He moved his chair in front of the full length mirror, sat down and grabbed his fully erect dick and began to jerk off.

“Superman, you’re getting fatter and fatter. You want to keep eating to gain more weight.” He says to himself in the mirror as he jerks faster.

“You love the way your fat jiggles and shakes. The bouncing of your soft moobs, the sloshing of your belly, and the fat on your face.” He’s almost there.

“Just…get…fat!” With that he climaxed all over his hand. He was panting in sweat and took a nap. He was awakened by his door bell and after making himself presentable, he opened the door to find another box with a cake and its shimmering icy blue frosting.

When Superman awoke from his slumber, he found himself back in his apartment and 10 pounds heavier. The last thing he remembered was being asked to eat a cake. He cursed himself for eating the cakes, falling asleep, and most of all, not getting the cure from Luthor. He stood in his bathroom mirror and looked himself in the eye.

“Superman, you cannot let Lex Luthor take advantage of you like that. You have to be strong and demand that cure.” Despite his conviction, it felt hollow. Especially when he saw how big he had become. That one particular moment when Lex was "inspecting" him. It was the most degrading moment of his life. Yet it was exciting.

“That was just a one-off reaction. It’s not like I enjoyed it.” He tried to rationalize. However when looking at himself in the full body mirror, curiosity began to sneak up. He lifted and bounced his large belly a few times, no immediate reaction except his own embarrassment. Then he grabbed each of his moobs, and played with them for a bit. This experience made his dick twitch, but not to the degree of Lex Luthor’s touch.

“Yes. Just as I thought. It was nothing.” He told himself. Turning around, he saw his costume and girdle neatly folded, which reminded him.

“I have to get back to work tomorrow!” Once the realization took hold, it made him pause.

“Do people really know about my true size?” Questioning as he held the girdle. He knew he couldn’t let anyone see his real size, so he put the girdle back on. Though it felt even tighter than usual.

The next day

“Hello Clark. How was your vacation?” Stacey asked.

“It was very relaxing.” Clark answered with a nervous smile.

“Did you go on a cruise?” That question confused Clark.

“No…why did you think I did?”

“They say you put on 5 pounds when you go on one. Looks like you ate well.” She chuckles. Stacey was always very forward, but it made Clark panic. Was Lex right about the girdle?

“That’s a good one Stacey. I’ll see you around.” Quickly bolting from that conversation. He made his way to his office, wanting to hide.

“Clark!” He heard just before he was about to enter his office.

“Yes Mr. White?” Clark told himself to remain calm.

“It’s great to have you back. Readers are demanding another health and fitness article. Can you have a draft for me before the end of the day?” Mr. White didn’t suspect a thing, but that didn’t stop Clark from his internal paranoia.

“Of course sir.”

“I see that you’ve been following your own advice. You’re looking more muscular. Can’t wait to read about it later.” Mr. White then made his way. Clark entered his office.

“He thought I was muscular? But Stacey thought I was fat?” He asked himself, but the conclusion was the same. The girdle wasn’t working as well as it used to, or rather that Clark was bigger. Trying to push the thoughts out of his head, he sat down to do his assignment.

“Health is…no. Exercising is crucial to…no. Avoiding sugar…no no no!” Every time Clark tried to write his article, it was no use. He felt like a hypocrite from writing about health and fitness when he was the opposite. That and he didn’t have any passion for it either. It went on like this until lunch. A knock on his door snapped him out of his block.

“Hey Clark. You okay?” It was Jimmy at his door.

“Yeah, Jimmy I’m fine. Where are you going for lunch?” His question sounded ravenous and desperate, but he noticed it too late by Jimmy’s look of surprise.

“Umm…well…I brought a salad.” He answered softly.

“Do we have any burgers? Wings? Pizza?” Clark fished.

“I think printing brought in pizza in the breakroom.” The journalist replied.

“Great! Let’s go.” He trudged to the breakroom with Jimmy following.

“You okay Sup…” Clark darted Jimmy a frantic mad look. “I mean Clark?”

“Dandy, Jimmy.” They made it to the break room and there were 4 pizza boxes open with some pizza already taken. Jimmy took out his salad, while Clark took 4 slices.

“So uh…” Jimmy looked around to make sure they weren’t in ear shot. “I see your time at the fortress helped you get your weight under control.”

“What weight? I don’t have a weight problem.” The man with glasses denied as he scarfed down the pizza.

“I see…” Even Jimmy doubted his own conclusion as he watched Clark sloppily scarf down the slices and take more from the box next to him. “Clark, slow down. You’re making a scene.” As evidenced by the bystanders looking in their direction in nervous curiosity.

“Tony’s Pizzeria makes the best pie. You want a slice?” He hands Jimmy a piece.

“Thanks, but my salad is enough.”

“More for me.” Clark shrugged as he downed the slice. Jimmy was relieved when they finished.

“Let's get you back to your office, Clark.” Jimmy suggested because he wanted to ask him privately what was wrong. They made their way through the middle of the newsroom, the center of every employee. Clark stopped in the middle of the floor, placing a fist on his chest. “What is it Clark?” Jimmy thought he was going to throw up, but then Clark un-characteristically let out a belch that everyone heard. Everyone, including Jimmy, was mortified.

“Whoooo! That felt good. I swear I could go for another pizza.” Clark stated as he patted his mid section.

“Mr. Kent, please, let’s just get out of here.” But Jimmy’s pleas were useless.

“I could really go for some cake right…” Then it happened. His girdle could no longer resist the pressure, it instantly burst. His large belly forced its way past the girdle, his pants, and shirt with the buttons popping with their tap audibly hitting the floor which snapped him out of his food trance. 

Despite the silence, the stares were the loudest thing that Clark ever heard. Frozen in place he didn’t know what to do. Jimmy tried to move his lips to save the situation, but it broke Clark. Then ran as fast as he could to his office.

Hey everyone! I’m opening 3 slots of writing commissions. I offer a base price of $20 per piece. A slot can be a single piece or up to 3 part series (each being $20). 

I will write:

Weight Gain

Muscle Growth

Fanfictions (Limited to fandoms I am familiar with)

Sexual Encounters (Mild to Kinky, ask about hardcore subjects)

Dear Journal,

Tonight is my first night staying at Greyson Mansion. I have to say, it feels like a whole other world. The Greyson’s have a fully staffed kitchen for all personnel to use. I was eager to give it a try. However when I asked for fruit berry cereal, the kitchen staff told me that not only do they not have it, but I am not allowed to eat it even if they did. She told me that when we are living on Greyson Mansion, I will adhere to the diet that they have been given by HR. Apparently, I’ll I could have for breakfast was organic fruit, eggs, breakfast meat, and some toast. I ordered the eggs benedict and it was amazing!

After the morning session, Vander and I were invited to go to the personal gym in the basement of the mansion. This is a state of the art gym with every piece of equipment available. We were greeted by a polar bear who introduced himself as our personal trainer. Now I understand why Chase is so ripped. We were under training for 3 hours! I was wiped out. After our workout, Vander went to deal with his landlord.

I decided to stay behind and give myself a tour of the mansion. Walking through many hallways was an exercise in itself. First I toured the crew quarters, nothing too special. Although, some of the housekeeping staff looked at me with disdain. I wonder why? Since Chase was at work, I was able to go into the mansion proper. This place has a recreation room, drawing room, smoking room, a wine cellar, library, and even an indoor pool! Seeing all these different rooms built an excitement inside of me. It said, “Matthew, this is your world now. Don’t screw it up!” My curiosity was building and building when I found myself in the family's quarters. I’ve been in Chase’s bedroom and master bath already, so this wasn’t notable. What was unique is that I saw two additional bedrooms. One had women's business clothes, so I assumed this to be Clare’s bedroom. I wonder why they don’t sleep together? I found another bedroom that looked like it belonged to a teenage boy. I’m guessing Chase and Clare have a son, though I never heard anything about him. I was so enamored by the Greyson house and family that I almost forgot the night session was approaching. I ducked through Chase’s bedroom as a shortcut to the crew quarters. I hope no one finds out.

Anyway, I am already getting used to this job. For some reason, I look forward to washing down Chase and grooming him. Vander just got back from his landlord, I wonder how that went.

Sincerely, Matthew “Thaddeus”

Journalistic 06/02/2002

What a long ass first day. I don’t know how I got through it, but I did. Lemme start from the beginning. I don’t like being around dudes in any locker room, but that weird stone faced dragon was already there in his wetsuit. So I duck into the shower stall for some personal privacy. Those of you who go to a gym know what I am talking about. After I wash myself off, I put my work suit on. If only y’all could see me in this thing! It really shows off my lats and traps.

We didn’t have to wait long for the man of the hour to arrive. He swaggers into his bathroom in the buff (pun not intended), with his foot long schlong swinging! He acknowledged us with a curt demand to get started with his shower. I was regretting everything at that point, but Matt the dragon stepped up and went to work. I wasn’t going to look like an idiot and watch, so I forced myself to follow. Only thing I could do was scrub and hose the guy down. I know it sounds easy enough, especially with the money, but he demanded that I wash his crotch! What could I do? He’s a deer, but I’m the one standing in the headlights. I reluctantly kneel down (cause he’s too fuckin’ tall), face to face with his dick. Talk about an image burned into my retinas. I try to be as careful as possible, only to wash the surrounding area and NOT TOUCH IT!

Once that was over, the man brushed his teeth and we had to change. I really wanted to leave, but that stupid dragon seems to be acting like this was normal! Anyway, It was time for me to massage him while the dragon does the girly stuff. At least that part was easy. I could tell from my hands that his muscles had virtually no flaws or tension in them. It was like massaging a marble statue made with prime meat quality. I told the man to flip over to the front side and once again, that dick of his was in my way. I know how to use sheets to cover it, the only problem is that there were no sheets! FUCK! At least I was making progress cause I could hear him moaning slightly from the relaxation. Once we were finished, he got up and was looking at himself in a panoramic mirror. He was checking our work for any mistakes. That’s when he said, “Stellar performance, Caesar and Thaddeus.” I couldn’t tell if I was happy for my excellent work or bummed out that I wouldn't be fired. We then followed him into his bedroom where he had his suit ready. We helped him get dressed so that everything fitted properly. Thank god that was easy.

When we were done we retreated to our quarters and changed back into our regular clothes. It felt like years since I wore clothes after that whole ordeal. Matt broke the awkwardness by taking me to lunch. I only humored him because I really needed a drink at the bar. He tried making nice with me, but I told him I was thinking about quitting. I get it, the guy is okay, but he doesn’t know me like that. He was convincing me to stay, which I did. Not because he swayed me, but because I didn’t want to bitch out. So after taking a shot, I went back to my place, did a few push ups, and was ready for round 2. The night session was much easier than the morning one. I’m still on the fence with this job. Working with a staring dragon and deer dong is not what I signed up for. What would you do? Let me know in the comments.

Vander signing out

All of Superman’s progress was undone with one cake. The next day he had intense hunger pangs that the healthy food in his fortress couldn’t satisfy. Followed by depression from both slipping back into his craving, and not having any of the delicious cake. Knowing there was no cure available and unable to cope with cold turkey, he made a tough decision. He put on his girdle and costume and left the fortress of solitude. There was only one person who could cure him.

“Henchmen, please have the place ready. We will be having a guest.” Luthor ordered.

“Yes boss.” The henchmen continued to make preparations. “Sir! He is approaching.”

“Ah! Open the rooftop.” Lex instructed as he made his way to the lab. Once inside he waited with a devious smile. Superman touched down. “Welcome back Superman.”

“I know what you did Luthor! This cannot go on any further.” Superman demanded. However, Lex saw through the act.

“What do you intend to do about it? Man of steel?” Superman could feel Luthor using that moniker mockingly. He had to keep calm.

“Whatever you want. I just need you to reverse the effects of this kryptonite.”

“What is this kryptonite doing to you?” Lex was going to milk this for everything.

“It’s…making me…put on weight.” The hero meekly answered.

“Ah…so you are fat.”

“...Yes…I am. Please, do you have a cure?” Superman figured if he was honest, it would make Lex sympathetic.

“I do. Proper diet and exercise. Anyone can lose weight and be healthy.”

“Lex. I am here because I need your help. I will do anything you ask, as long as you get rid of this kryptonite in my body.” It killed Superman, but he had to make a faustian deal in order to get his health back.

“You have a deal, Superman. You must do as I say.” Superman figured he would probably have to steal top secret government documents, powerful military weapons, or rare jewelry. “Remove your costume.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Take off your costume and that ridiculous girdle. You aren’t fooling anybody with it.” Lex commanded.

“Is there somewhere private?” He quietly asked.

“Right here is good. You can leave your underwear on.” With his orders, Superman began to slowly take off his costume. The feeling of humiliation crashed upon him. He felt incredibly vulnerable as he took off the girdle with only his red jock strap on. When he finished, he felt incredibly fat and self-conscious.

“Hold still please.” Lex then took a tape measure out of his lab coat pocket and wrapped it around Superman’s large round belly. “Mmmm…51 inches.” The mad scientist said to himself as he wrote down the number. He then did the same around Superman’s once rock hard pecs now turned large round sagging moobs. “46 inches” He said. Hearing the large numbers made Superman ashamed of how big he’s become. “Come with me.” Luthor motioned. He followed Lex with a waddle to a scale. Superman could feel the swish and bounce of his fat caked body as he moved. It was surreal.

“Step up.” Superman complied without hesitation. “373 pounds.” The hero couldn’t recall what his original weight was, but that was way too heavy for the kryptonian. Luthor said he could step off. When he did, Lex then knelt down to look at his belly close up. Suddenly Superman felt the scientist's hand rub his fat belly. All Lex did was hum in observation but as the hand added more pressure, Superman began to feel his blood rush to his groin. This feeling of humiliation as Lex’s experiment was too much. 

Then Lex took both of his hands and groped Superman’s moobs. This made the hero go red in the face, but he kept his composure.

“What is Lex doing? How is this valuable to science?” Superman asked himself as Luthor continuously bounced Superman’s moobs. Then Lex held Superman’s jaw, turning the man’s head side to side and jiggling the fat of the double chin.

“Turns out you are more human than I thought.” Luthor said as he let go of his chin.

“What do you mean by that?” 

Stone faced, Luthor pointed to Superman’s throbbing erection in his jock strap. Superman hunched over and covered his boner with his hands. “Why are you doing this to me?” The fat hero pleaded.

“THAT has nothing to do with me or the kryptonite. That is your own libido at work.”

“Why now!?” Superman thought to himself. He was never all that sexual of a creature. Now, the sensation of really feeling the fat on his body was arousing. Something about the vulnerability and letting someone else have control was turning Superman on.

“Alright, Superman. I need to run some more tests but before that, please stand in front of that mirror.” When Lex pointed to said mirror, Superman stood in front of it. “When you look at yourself, what do you see?”

“I see a big fat kryptonian who can’t control his own appetite. A shameful fraud who’s not even a shadow of who he once was.” Lex’s eyes went wide from Superman’s candor as he wrote down his answer.

“When you are eating food, especially cakes, what are you feeling?” Still looking at himself, Superman can’t help but form a smile.

“I feel really happy. Like nothing else matters. Everything just sort of slows down and things get really comfortable.” Luthor predicted that answer as he wrote it down.

“As if you want to love and embrace being overweight?” Lex inserted.

“Uhh…I don’t know.” But the truth was, that is exactly what the experience was like. Superman didn’t want to admit it in front of his enemy.

“Very well. Come with me.” Lex ordered. He had Superman sit in a comfortable chair and placed a device on his head. The portly hero then watched various images on a screen, all the while still in his underwear. Various images from people, cities, food, and other scenes placed on the screen. Once the “test” was complete the device was removed from his head, but he was instructed to stay seated.

“Thank you for your cooperation today Superman.” Luthor calmly stated. Superman didn’t know what that meant.

“Are you going to…”

“One final test.” The scientist interrupted. A henchman came in pushing a cart with 2 cakes with the icy blue frosting on it. Superman instantly felt his blood rush.

“Wait, Lex! Please!” He began to plead, but then Superman noticed something. The henchman who brought in the cakes looked very familiar. Then he recognized that it was the first henchman who brought in the 40 cakes when he was first captured. Except this time, the once slender henchman was incredibly fat and round. Not as much as Superman, but the difference was night and day. He watched the face of that henchman and saw that he was sweating and stared at the cakes with a ravenous desperate look. “So your new kryptonite also affects humans.” The hero stated. Luthor smiled.

“You catch on quick. Though it was an unintended development. Rest assured, it was only made specifically for you. Can you imagine the consequences if I produced it for mass consumption?” Luthor incredulously pondered. 

“What if my coworkers ate that birthday cake?” The thought scared Superman. He had to ensure that Lex did not release the kryptonite to the human populace.

“Please sir, can I have a cake? I’ll even work overtime.” The henchman suddenly pleaded to his boss.

“No need, there is a treat waiting for you in the crew quarters. Be gone now.” Lex ordered and the fat henchmen didn’t hesitate to rush out the door for his promised treat.

“Now Superman. Eat this cake.” He pointed to the one on the right. Superman did exactly what he was told without hesitation. Using his hands, he dug into the cake and shoved it down his mouth without shame.

“Yes…sweet and delicious.” The fat man said as he continued to eat.

“Superman! Stop! This is what Lex Luthor wants.” His hero voice said in his head, but Superman ignored it. After about 30 minutes, Superman was finished eating the cake. It was all over his mouth and moobs. Lex watched the whole thing.

“Tell me Superman. How did that make you feel?”

“Sooooo good and cozy.” Was all he said in his trance.

“Is there anything that would make the experience of eating the cake better?” He asked while writing down Superman’s first answer.

“Better if someone fed me cake.” Was all the man could suggest. Lex Luthor pondered to himself as he took a fork and broke off a piece of the 2nd cake.

“Like this?” Luthor asked, holding the fork with cake to Superman’s face.

“...” Superman nodded yes and opened his mouth wide. Prompting Lex to place the cake in his mouth. After Superman chewed and swallowed, he opened his mouth again beckoning another piece. As Lex continued to fork feed Superman, he observed that the hero had an even happier face every time he fed the hero.

“Rub, belly?” The man of steel asked in his gluttonous trance.

“Interesting.” Luthor observed as he began giving the hero his belly rubs. The sitting man’s face went red with a smile. After a couple of minutes, the hero opened his mouth signalling that he was ready for more cake. Lex resumed feeding the fat hero. This went on for 45 minutes until the cake was gone.

“Thank you, Lex.” Superman cutely said in his trance, then fell asleep in the comfortable arm chair. When looking at the large kryptonian he knew he was onto something, but he wanted to make it last. So he draped a blanket over the hero, and left to record his findings.

“27 Left.”

Professor Hamilton’s advice gave Superman a new hope. The fortress of solitude was his only bet with its isolation from any kind of junk food. Cold turkey was the only way for him to purge the kryptonite from his body. He also spent the time exercising. He’s been in for a week and about to receive his first visitor, still in his girdle.

“I’m glad you came to visit Jimmy. I know it wasn’t easy getting here.”

“Thanks for having me.” He was in awe of the design and magnitude of the fortress. “Wow. Even as I look at it, it doesn’t seem real.” Jimmy observed.

“So how’s the office?” Superman asked, buying time.

“You know, the same old. Everyone is asking about your vacation.” The reporter answered, still looking up at the glass architecture.

“Mmmm…” Superman thought pensively.

“Is everything okay Clark?” He was concerned.

“To be honest, no Jimmy.” Superman had to come right out and say it.

“What’s going on?”

“Jimmy, you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone.”

“Clark, I haven’t told anyone that you are Superman. I think I can keep a secret.”

“Okay, but please try not to be alarmed.” Superman removed the upper portion of his costume which revealed the girdle, but Jimmy didn’t say anything. Then Superman untied the girdle and removed it to show the redhead his true body. “There.” Jimmy looked perplexed.

“Ummm…am I supposed to be seeing something?” Clark was surprised by Jimmy’s genuine confusion.

“Do you not see how fat I’ve gotten!?” The man of steel demonstrates by raising his belly.

“Well yeah, but what’s the problem?” Superman scoffed.

“This is not me! Lex Luthor did this to me with some kind of kryptonite he made.”

“Oh!” Jimmy looked down, understanding Clark’s plight. “So how are you handling it?”

“This kryptonite is in my blood stream. I have to go cold turkey so that it can dissipate from my body.”

“Is it working?”

“It is. I will need to stay here longer until it is completely gone.” Superman was adamant about it.

“I see. Is there anything I can do to help?” Jimmy asks.

“Just your presence is enough.”

“You’re welcome, but if I can be honest. I don’t think you look any different with the extra weight. You’re the same Clark Kent and Superman to me.” Hearing that made Clark feel super again.

“Thanks Jimmy.” He said, swallowing the lump in his throat. The kryptonian had a better understanding about the human condition from Jimmy’s comment.

“Oh! Before I forget! I was asked to deliver you a package from S.T.A.R. Labs. The plane crew left it in the hangar.”

“I appreciate it, Jimmy.” After some conversation, Superman saw Jimmy out as he left from the hangar. He saw the package that Jimmy was talking about and picked it up and took it to his kitchen. Must be from Emil, I hope it will help me get back to my heroic self. When he opened the box.

“No! How!? Why!?” Superman pleaded in horror he saw yet another Luthor cake with icy blue frosting. He swatted the box which landed on the floor, then tried to run away. However, he stopped in his tracks, then dove to the box. Taking out the cake, he immediately began to scarf down the confection while sitting on the floor. Once again, the rush of bliss and enjoyment instantly took over. When he was done, written on the inside of the box was a note.

“29 cakes left. -Luthor”

Wearing the girdle proved to be effective. Clark wore it under his clothes at work. No one in the office suspected a thing. Superman wore it under his costume. No citizen or reporter suspected a thing. However, it had its downsides. First, whenever he ate his meals, he could feel the girdle getting tighter, especially because his meals are a lot larger than they used to be. Second, it took more time for him to change from Clark to Superman because the girdle restricted his movement. Nevertheless, he was grateful for its use. He finished stopping some bank robbers and was taking questions from the press.

“Superman! You are looking incredibly strong. Any secrets to your super strength?”

“I do 100 pushups and situps each day.” An obvious lie for the papers. Truth was, Superman avoided large scale disasters that required his strength, because he didn’t have as much as he used to. Therefore he switched to petty crimes like the bank robbers.

“Tell us Superman, your square jawline has changed to round. What caused this change?” A lady reporter asked.

“All a part of my healthy diet regimen. Also, this happens to Kryptonians on occasion.” Saying with confidence as to not arouse suspicion. On the inside, he was upset with having to lie.

“Superman! Superman!...”

“I can’t take any more questions. I have a city to save.” He jumped to fly away. However, his flight speed was now considerably slower. Luckily the citizens of Metropolis didn’t seem to notice. The truth is, Superman was on his way for an appointment.

“Thank you for seeing me, Hamilton.” Superman greeted the S.T.A.R. Labs scientist.

“Please Clark, call me Emil. Before we begin, can you tell me in more detail as to what has been happening to you?” They sat down with Superman telling the professor everything about Lex Luthor, the cake, his massive increase in appetite, the weight he gained, and his effectiveness as a hero.

“That is a lot, Clark. I don’t blame you for your concern. This is very troubling. May I see the damage?” The professor asked. Superman was reluctant, but knew that if he wanted to reverse this curse, he’d comply. Superman removed his costume. When he loosened the girdle, his fat torso quickly spilled out with a bounce. Superman sighed.

“I know, awful. The worst part is, I can’t stop eating.” He added.

“Your kryptonian metabolism shouldn’t allow this.” Emil observed. “I came up with a few tests that might diagnose this problem.”

“I’ll do anything!” Superman agreed. First, the professor drew some blood for testing. Then he had Superman perform all of usual powers and abilities from running, heavy lifting, and eye rays.

“While we wait for the blood test, the physical tests clearly show a decrease in performance. A clear decline in energy processing and metabolic performance.” The professor concluded.

“That’s clear given my poor superhero performance.” Clark tried to hide his disappointment with that answer.

“I will only know conclusively with the blood test.” They hear a beep from the professor’s computer. “It’s ready!” They go over to the machine which spits out a paper with the results. Emil hums to himself as he reads the results. It makes Clark antsy.

“What does it say Emil?”

“There is a form of kryptonite in your blood stream. I’ve never seen this kind before, but it has isotopes from both the red and gold type.” He summarized.

“I knew Lex did something with kryptonite.”

“I will need to do a full in depth analysis, but my theory is that he isolated a red isotope which is reducing your inhibition to resist fatty food. It may also be reframing the junk food as something positive and comforting.”

“That makes sense! I always felt this strange blissful feeling when eating. But what about my kryptonian metabolism?” He desperately asked.

“That’s where the gold isotope comes in. It has been modified in a way that nullifies the sun’s energy. Targeting specifically your metabolic process of food, practically stopping it in its tracks.”

“Damn you Luthor!” Clark cussed.

“I remember you saying that the frosting on the cakes was an icy blue, correct?” The professor asked.

“Yes.”

“Take a look.” He invited Superman to his microscope. When looking at the sample of his blood, he saw icy blue particles. “At first I thought it was unprocessed sugar, but that is the synthetic kryptonite that Lex created and in your blood.” He continued.

“No…” Superman whispered.

“Other than stopping you, I don’t know what Lex Luthor’s goal is. However, I must say that this kryptonite is, in effect, making you human.” That gave Superman pause. He thought that on one hand, he actually got to experience the struggles and humility of what it means to be human. It was rather humbling for the kryptonian. On the other hand, he is just that, a kryptonian. His alien nature gives him many attributes that make him unique. Also, his kryptonian powers allowed him to save the planet he calls home.

“So what do I do? Is there a cure?” Superman asked quixotically.

“Not at this time. The only thing I can recommend is that you don’t eat any more of those Luthor cakes. I hope that this icy blue kryptonite will filter out of your bloodstream and you return to normal.” Was all the hope the professor could give. For Superman, it was enough.

“Thank you professor. Let me know if you have any further developments.” Superman put his girdle and costume back on.

“What are you going to do?” Emil asked.

“Cure myself.” With that Superman jumped out the window and flew off. “I must go to the fortress of solitude.”

Another month goes by

“There, you see it! That plane is about to crash!” Citizens of Metropolis were looking up to see the turbine of a passenger jet plane catch on fire. 

“Where is Superman?” Someone asked.

“There he is!” Another person pointed. Superman flew as fast as he could to the plane. He grabbed the jet and used all of his might to gain control.

“Why don’t I feel as strong?” Superman thought to himself as he put all of his effort. Finally he was able to handle the aircraft and guide it to the nearest airport. Everyone was evacuated and no one was hurt. He was about to fly off, but was spotted by the press.

“Superman! Great work saving everyone on board the aircraft. How can we get as strong as you?”

“Eat your vegetables and lift weights.” He quickly flexed his arm. The press didn’t notice but he could see that his arm didn’t look as muscular as it did before.

“Any updates about your investigation over the sea monster?” Another reporter asked. Superman just wanted this to be over and fly away.

“Nothing as of yet, but know that it will not return.” He kept his body to the side on purpose so that he could use his cape to hide his belly.

“Superman! Since you handled the aircraft and took over the rescue, aviation control would like for you to investigate the airplane’s black box.” Aviation authorities approached Superman with the black box and handed it to him. He saw this as his opportunity to leave.

“Thank you. I will listen to the recording and have it back to you soon.” With that he jumped into the air and flew off. When he got home he placed the jet’s black box on his tool desk.

“Alright. Let’s open this up and see what happened.” He used his laser eyes to open the box quickly. 

“Not again!” Superman exclaimed as he pulled out another cake with icy blue frosting.

“How is Lex Luthor doing this? It makes no sense.” He tried to ask, but already he was digging into the cake. This is now the 10th cake he’s eaten, meaning there are 30 left. Instinctively, he began to eat the cake with only his mouth because it would take his hands too long to grab each piece. The grunts and breaths he was making made him sound like an animal. As usual, he found himself happy and blissful with each bite. 

After eating he lumbered to his bed to take a long heavy nap. He awoke a couple hours later to the sound of his door bell. Getting up he looked through his X-Ray vision to see that it was package delivery. Embarrassed about his weight gain, he waited for the delivery man to leave the package, which he did after 5 minutes. Superman got up from bed and quickly went to the door to swipe the package. His online order had finally come.

“Oh thank the Krypton’s.” He tore open his package, it was exactly what he had wanted. Superman removed his costume so he could try it on. It embarrassed him to see all of this new fat on his body. His belly was round and prominent, his pecs huge and soft that bounced when he moved, even his ass was wider. His strong square jaw line was now gone. In its place was a rounder face and a second chin starting to form.  His costume was barely fitting, but with this girdle he could both fit in his costume and not worry about people noticing. He put it on and used his super strength to tighten it as much as he could.

“A bit uncomfortable….” He tried to move with it on. It was stiff, but he would have to make it work. “But it will do.” Agreeing, he put his Superman costume back on. When it was fully on, he saw that the girdle gave him back his concave stomach and looked like his pecs were huge and strong. It didn’t hide the ass or face, but none will be the wiser. Though he knew this was just a band-aid, he conceded that he would have to seek help.

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