Becoming Superman

Jimmy couldn't help but notice the man in the corner with the piercing blue eyes and dark wavy hair while waiting in line for his morning coffee in the lobby of the Daily Planet. He tried not to stare, but there was just something about this man that was mesmerizing. "It should be a crime for a guy to look that good" he thought. Lost in his thoughts, he suddenly realized the man was staring back at him.

"Move it" said a voice from behind. Jimmy had also neglected to recognize it was his turn in line. He quickly regained his train of thought and ordered. "Large black with two creams" he stammered, all the while trying to look back at the corner without being noticed. He paid for his coffee and turned around to leave when he ran right into the object of his obsession. "Hi, I'm Zack" the handsome man from the corner said. Jimmy, fumbling for words that would not make him look ridiculous, ,managed spit out" I'm, I'm Jimmy". "Nice to meet you Jimmy. Care to join me for a bit?" Jimmy's jaw was on the floor.

Being approached by such a hot guy was not a normal occurrence for the young photographer. Jimmy, 24, was not ugly by any standards. 5’10", 175, fairly muscular with medium length brown hair, and a slightly chiseled jaw line partially hidden by a 5 o'clock shadow. Jimmy could have no trouble getting a date, but he was terribly shy and insecure of himself. His friend and coworker Clark Kent had be helping him to gain more confidence, but it was a slow process. Jimmy's first thought of hearing the request to joining the man was to run like hell, but he heard Clark's voice in he head saying "Be Bold" and so he was. Jimmy mustard up the courage and said yes.

The two moved back to the corner table where Jimmy had first spotted the gorgeous man. Zack and Jimmy began to talk and time proceeded to fly by. Before Jimmy knew it, an hour was had passed and he was 10 minutes late for work. Jimmy jumped up and apologized and started to head for the elevator. Zack stopped Jimmy and asked him to dinner that night. Jimmy, still a little stunned from the question, stuttered.."a-a-alright". The two exchanged phone numbers and agreed on dinner at 8PM at Zack's place.

Jimmy was on cloud nine. He still could not believe that such a stud had just asked him out on a date. All day, the only thing he could think about was seeing Zack again this evening, and wondering how far he should go. Jimmy wanted to tear off Zack’s clothes and blow him right there in the coffee shop this morning, but of course, that would not happen....In private though, that was another story. The hours ticked by slowly. It seemed like 6PM would never get here. Finally 6PM arrived and Jimmy shot out the door and practically ran the 7 blocks to his apartment. He quickly showered and thew on the tightest shirt he had...a thin black turtleneck and some skin tight jeans. Zack didn't live too far from him, only 10 blocks to the east. Jimmy decided to take a cab so as not to be out of breath when he arrived.

At 8PM, Zack's doorbell rang. "Well hello handsome" Zack said with a wry smile. Jimmy was a

little taken aback. Zack had managed to improve upon perfect. He had changed from the suit he had on earlier to a purple button up shirt that looked one size too small and painted on jeans. Zack invited Jimmy in and they both immediately sat down to a beautifully prepared Italian meal. The two boys talked and ate for over 2 hours. After the meal, Zack offered Jimmy a drink and the two men made their way to the couch. Jimmy had spent all night staring at this gorgeous face and could take it anymore. He chugged his drink and then decided it was now or never. He threw himself on Zack and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Zack didn't seam to protest. Jimmy finished his epic kiss and then pulled away, feeling lightheaded. The two smiled at each other and giggled. Jimmy moved in for another kiss and possibly something more, but before his mouth could make contact, a dizzy sensation overwhelmed him and he collapsed on Zack. Jimmy had gone unconscious before even hitting Zack’s chest. Zack pushed Jimmy off him and stood up. He looked down at Jimmy with a huge grin. "Phase one complete" he said to himself. "He'll be out for quite a while. Time for phase two". Standing over the unconscious Jimmy, Zack unbuttoned his shirt and started to pull at his neck.

The skin began to pull away as Zack pulled upward. His handsome features began to distort. Soon, his entire face came loose from the new face underneath. With a final slurp

and grunt, Zack pulled the mask free. The face below was an exact copy of the unconscious Jimmy. With the old Jimmy out cold, the new Jimmy went to work striping the unconscious Jimmy of his clothes, wallet, keys, and phone. Zack/Jimmy then texted Clark. “Date didn’t go great. Can I come over to talk?” Clark, being the good friend, said sure. Zack/Jimmy smiled and laughed. “This is going to be way easier than I thought”. Zack/Jimmy picked up his backpack by the door and headed over to Clark’s place.

Zack and Jimmy's coffees shop encounter wasn't an accident. Zack had been observing Jimmy for weeks now. Watching his every move, bugging his apartment, learning his routines, etc. By now, Zack had amassed a pretty sizable file on Jimmy Olsen. This was all part of a plan...a plan to bring Superman down. Zack had been wanting to bring down Superman for a long time. He had been researching the man of steel relentlessly for years. Every scrap of information he absorbed. He was obsessed with him, so much so that he actually wanted to be Superman. Every time he saw that ripped body in that skin tight suit, his cock would become instantly hard. Longing to have his way with Superman, and the trying to figure out a way to be superman himself had driven him to the edge. During his research, he ran across Jimmy's friend Clark Kent. By accident he had laid their pictures side by side and in a single glance, realized Clark was Superman. Zack could not believe no one else had figured it out before then. Zack didn't dare tell anyone though, for fear of ruining his plan.

Clark had just gotten home when Jimmy had texted. Exhausted from work, he took off his suit jacket, undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing the famous “S” and some of his blue tights. Then the text came in. “Ugh...I just want to relax.” He thought, but being the ever reliable Clark, he responded “Sure. Come on over”. With a sigh, he buttoned up his shirt and put on his glasses,

hiding is superhero alter ego. 30 minutes later, the doorbell rang. “Hey Jimmy. Come on in.” said Clark. Zack/Jimmy, looking depressed, gave a forced smile to Clark. “Thank you CK for letting me come over. My date didn’t go great and I was so excited and it was such a let down. I just want to spend an evening with a friend.” Clark hugged Zack/Jimmy and said “No Problem. How about we watch a movie and take your mind off things?” “That sounds great CK” responded Jimmy as they moved to the living room. “Mind I if I get a beer CK?” “ Help yourself and grab me one too” said Clark as he sat down on the couch.

Zack/Jimmy smirked with that remark and thought too himself “I had no idea it would be this easy!” He pull two beers out of the refrigerator, popped the caps, and set them on the counter. Checking to make sure Clark was not watching, he slipped a small vial out of his backpack and emptied it into Clark’s beer. Returning to the living room, Zack/Jimmy handed Clark his beer. “Here you go CK”. Clark took a drink and said “Thanks”. The two sat on the couch talking about the day and what to watch. After about 30 min, Clark had finished his beer. Feeling hot, Clark stood up and said “I’m gonna change. Is is warm in here to you?” He took two steps and then crashed on the floor.

Zack/Jimmy walked over to the unconscious Clark and rolled him over on his back. “Let’s see what we have here” he said as he reached for Clark’s shirt button. Zack/Jimmy undid Clark’s shirt and exposed his red S and blue tights. “Jackpot” Zack/Jimmy said with a smirk. He turned from the unconscious superhero and walked over to his backpack on the couch. Unzipping the bag, he pulled out an exact copy of Clark’s face and laid it on the couch.

“And now for phase three” said Zack/Jimmy as he unbuttoned his shirt and once again reached for his neck. Jimmy’s young handsome face began to stretch as Zack pulled the base of the mask free from his neck. Pulling upward, the mask quickly slid off with a slurp, revealing the real Zack. Bald, early 40’s with a 5 o’clock shadow, the real Zack looked like an average guy and this bothered him. He did not want to be average. He wanted to be more. He craved attention, admiration, and power. Looking over at the blank expression on the Clark mask, he knew when he slipped it on, he would have the attention, admiration, and power he desperately desired.

But before he put on Clarks’ face, there was something else he needed to do. Walking to the bedroom, he made a b-line for the closet. Opening the door revealed nothing out of the ordinary; a collection of suits and dress shirts, some t-shirts, etc. “Now where do you keep your real suits Clark?” Zack said to himself. Feeling around the inside of the door frame, Zack began looking for anything like a button or leaver that might open a secret compartment. “Ah Ha!” Zack said when his finger touched a small button hiding at the top corner of the door frame. Pressing the button resulted in a clicking sound and a small door to the right popped open. Inside the compartment were several superman suits and pairs of bright red boots. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” He exclaimed has he reached for the nearest suit and felt the silky blue spandex. Removing the suit from the hanger and grabbing a pair of boots, he walked over to the bed and began to strip down.

Soon he was standing naked in front of the mirror holding the costume in his hands with a raging hard on. He slipped his foot into the suit and then the other. He slowly worked the spandex up his legs, enjoying the sensation of the smooth material on his skin. Soon he was moaning with pleasure as he pulled the tights over his dick. Next the famous red S was stretched across his broad chest, just like the real Superman. He grabbed the flowing red cape and slipped it on like a backpack, with red straps going under the arms to keep it in place. He then shoved his arms into the sleeves. Reaching around back, he grabbed the zipper and pulled it up. Not wanting to see himself before fully suited, he averted his gaze from the mirror and grabbed the red trunks and slid them up over his thighs to his waist. Finally the boots went on were and zipped up.

Returning to the mirror, Zack was in awe of what he saw...even with his average looking middle aged face. Zack actually felt like superman and it was everything he hoped it would be. He walked back into the living room, stepping over the still unconscious Clark, picked up the mask from the couch, and walked back to the bedroom mirror. Standing there, holding the Clark mask in his hands, he began to shake. “This is actually happening” he thought as he gazed into the mirror, savoring every second. He looked down into the empty eyes of the mask and smiled. “Showtime” he uttered as he inserted his hands inside the mask and stretched the neck opening wide. Slowly, Zack slid the mask down over his face, aligning the facial features with his own. As he removed his hands from beneath the mask, it snapped into place. After some adjusting around the eyes and mouth, Zack ran his fingers through his new hair and then looked in the mirror.

Standing there looking back was Superman himself. Zack stood motionless, transfixed by the image in front of him. His fingers began to trace the features of his new handsome Kryptonian face. Gradually his hands left the new face and began exploring the spandex suit. Rubbing his nipple though the spandex drove his dick wild and a small wet spot was starting to appear in the front of his red trunks. Not being able to take it anymore, he slid his trunks down and found the crotch zipper in the blue tights and then released his raging cock. He began to stroke it with one hand as his other hand returned to tracing the features of his new face. This was only the second time he had worn this mask and the first time with a superman suit. Within a minute, Zack was moaning, in Clark’s voice, and then cried out with pleasure as his cock erupted with several streams of cum all over the mirror in front of him.

His initial arousal satisfied, an out of breath Zack returned his now soft cock to its spandex cage and laid down on the bed for a moment to recover. After a few minutes rest, he returned to the living room and his backpack. From another pocket, he retrieved a red crystal. Zack may have looked like superman, but he still lacked his powers. The red crystal would change that, or so he had been told by the a mysterious figure that had given it to him several months prior. He walked back over to the unconscious Clark and opened the palm of his hand. He placed the crystal in his hand and then placed his own hand tightly over it. A warming sensation began in his palm that soon turned to a fiery burn. A red glow emanated from their hands and slowly worked its way up each of their arms and eventually their entire bodies. After a few minutes, the glow and burning subsided. He removed his had from the crystal expecting to see a burn mark, but to his surprise, there was nothing. “Funny, I was expecting to feel different” he thought before a cacophony of sound began blaring through his head. He dropped to the floor at the auditory overload. His vision began to blur and his eyes glowed red. His gaze caught sight of the empty beer bottle on the coffee table and it shattered as heat rays shot from his eyes. His muscles spasmed and rippled beneath his tights. He reached for the corner of the coffee table and it shattered as his hand made contact with it.

After what felt like an eternity, the sounds and pain began to subside. He made it to his feet and returned to the bedroom mirror. His mask had become misaligned durning the ordeal. He adjusted it and fixed his hair again. Looking around the room, he saw a barbell on the floor. He bent down and picked it up. It was like a piece of paper. Zack began to laugh as he twirled the barbell like a baton, then grabbing it with both hands and bending it like a piece of clay. The power transference had been a success. He now had superman suit, his powers, and his face. He WAS Superman.

He glanced back at the original Clark on the floor. Zack knew he had a few hours before the real Clark would need to be drugged again and he intended to make the most of the time. “Time to have some fun” he said as he made his way to the bedroom balcony door. Opening the door, he stepped out onto the balcony and felt the cool night air on his spandex covered body. His cock was starting to get hard again. With a leap, he thrust his fist into the air and took flight. Zack was ready to begin his new not so average life.