Ty's transformation into SuperTy had been accompanied by an overwhelming feeling of
euphoria; the kind of heady ecstasy that comes with developing a steel-hard physique and
inhuman strength, not to mention all of the other super powers that he now possessed. As
SuperTy swooped and soared above the town he was very conscious of the fact that this
euphoria hadn't diminished one bit. It would almost have unnerved him, were it not for
the fact that his unlimited super powers rendered him totally invincible. Invulnerable.
Fuckin' ALMIGHTY. A God, really. Certainly the most powerful being ever to inhabit this
planet. SuperTy smirked broadly as he considered this. He felt drunk with power, yet his
senses were totally needle sharp. Maybe this was how superheroes felt all the time! But of
course there were no other superheroes. Just him. Awwww YEAH!
SuperTy hit a double-bi, kissing each colossal super-strong muscle through his SuperTy
suit. He was falling in love with himself. Under his red trunks, his superpole bulged
obscenely.
Scanning the landscape beneath him, SuperTy realised that he was hovering over the gym
that he had frequented back when he was merely Ty. Ty had never been a particularly
muscled or impressive speciman; he went a couple of times a week to run and train with
light weights, to remain toned and healthy. Not a serious lifter though. There had been
serious lifters at this gym, and Ty had always enjoyed watching them throw impossible
quantities of iron, bulking to amazing proportions. Well, 'amazing proportions' as far as Ty
had been concerned anyway. SuperTy knew better. He ran his hand over his thick chest,
tweaking each bullet tit through his suit. Mmmmmmmm. Now he was considerably more
amazing than any of the supposed muscleheads that Ty had ever encountered. Hell, he
was more amazing than anyone else in the universe.
SuperTy caressed his superboner through his red trunks as he revelled in the sensations of
ultimate POWER that, as a superhero, he was now inundated with. When he'd made the
wish to become SuperTy he hadn't really considered that his motives were partly sexual -
sure, zooming through the sky and lifting trains and being bulletproof and all that stuff
had looked kinda fun but there'd been no indication that it would feel so intoxicating, so
sensual. There was no getting around it; as SuperTy, what he wanted to do more than
anything else was to fuck. And not just a regular fuck - a Superfuck, one which warranted
extensive use of his incredible strength, his increasingly nasty (and inspired) superpsyche,
maybe even his flight ability... SuperTy grinned broadly; Ty certainly wouldn't have seen
this coming. He'd never have envisaged using unlimited superpowers to become a total
superhuman sex pig.
But then, thought SuperTy, as he twisted his diamond-hard left nip through his supersuit
and squeezed his steel rod through his red trunks, when you got a superbod that looks
like this, with these capabilities, why wouldn't you want to use it for some world-class
superfucking?
What kind of guy was SuperTy going to insert his supermeat into? And where would he
find them? How would it make them feel?