Clark Kent
Clarence had been obsessed with Superman since he was a kid. It didn't take a genius to see that. He hunted to own every comic book physically, he bought any superman paraphernalia he found, he watched every single movie incessently. Even at 20 he still had superman sheets on his bed. As he grew up it was clear that he tried to emulate the superhero in a way, dressing in blues and reds, trying to style his hair like the hero, but it didn't really work out. His clothes always say on his overweight body strangely- trying to buy oversized clothes to hide his frame, only to highlight the parts he hated. His hair never stayed how he wanted. It was too thin and flat to hold any shape. Despite all this he seemed happy at least to try.
That was until this past month. I saw a guy that looked a lot like clark kent, standing in line at the coffee shop in a suit with coifted hair. Then it hit me how similar he looked. Not because he reminded me of superman, but because of his eyes. After I noticed it was unmistakable that it was Clarence.
The eyes were the only thing though, everything else had changed about him, besides the height. He was leaner, his face had more structure to it- more symmetrical. His hair was thicker and slightly wavy. He was actually very attractive.
I didn't know him super super well, there were just a lot of rumors about him. Me being a business major football jock, him a comp sci major nerd. I didn't hate him, I didn't really have any feelings towards him. I didnt realize how hard I was staring.
He caught my eye and smiled, a dimple forming on his cheek. His glasses giving him a timeless look. Leaving the cafe he gestured for me to join him. I followed like a mouse to cheese.
He continued walking, not even looking back as his feet gracefully strode into an allyway. My survival instincts shouldve stopped me but it was like there was some supernatural force pushing me.
As soon as I turned the corner he pushed me up against the wall, the handsome man was shorter than me, but his dominance commanded the small allyway.
"Hey boyo, you went to uni with me yeah?"
His voice was raspy, and I'll admit, sexy. I just nodded and gulped. A pendant around his neck glowed as i felt my back sliding down the brick wall.
"Have you seen Kelly recently? Your old teammate, quarterback." He said like I could forget my bestfriend from then. I hadn't, not like we didnt want to, we just got busy with our jobs.
He backed off the wall, taller than me. His chest broader. Wiping out his phone gracefully he pulled up a picture of what looked like Kelly, only shorter, less muscular. In general he looked softer, like he couldn't hurt a fly. A far cry from the aggressive quarterback I knew.
"I did that" his voice sounded deeper, "and now I'm gonna do the same to you. But you were kind enough to me so I won't make you as ugly as he is."
I could see his suit strain as his shoulders broadened, my own shirt looser on my body as my vantage point kept dropping.
He licked his lips, as he watched me hungrily. He snapped a picture of me and turned his phone around. I was still me, but shorter, skinnier. The years of football were gone, but I wasn't any less attractive. My eyes were now framed by long eyelashes, my hair falling cutely over my smooth poreless face. I looked a bit like that singer Troye Sivan.
"W-why are you doing this?" I stuttered, my voice higher, hands pressed up against the wall.
"Power." He said as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the abs that he stole from me– and presumably Kelly too.
His large hands gently lifted my shirt off my body and I let him, he traced my lean torso, small toned pecs with sensitive nipples leading down to a toned set of faint abs. My body hair making them look a bit deeper than they were.
I felt my dick get hard, but barely reach the length it used to be at soft.
*Zip*
He unzipped his pants, his huge dick exposed to the cold air, throbbing with anticipation.
"Now go ahead and turn around, let me feel how tight that ass of yours is"
