"Ah, ze mighty zuperman is jest putty in my hands," laughed Le Artiste as he hefted the gray clay mass that
was John on to a pottery wheel that had mysteriously appeared.
He slowly began to rotate superclay as he splashed water on it and began to smooth it. The wheel spun faster
and faster.
"Whu-u-u-u-ht a-a-re you do-o-ing to meeeeee?" screamed John. The whole room was a blur.
"I am making you into a piece of artwork. To be precise, a piece of functional art. Heh, heh, my zuper hero
will make a zuper vase!" laughed the villain as he jammed his thumb into John's open mouth.
"Oh, whoa! Whoooooooaaaaaah? Aaaahh?" moaned John as he spun with the villain's hands in his mouth and all
over his spinning body. He was being reshaped! Reshaped into a vase? Impossible!
He was so dizzy. So disoriented. He wanted to hurl, but he couldn't vomit. He felt totally empty inside. He
had no idea!
Le Artiste's hands rode up and down John's clay body as it became a hollow tube. Le Artiste shaped two large
spheres on one side of the base of the five foot tall cylinder. Then he went to work forming a cap to close
in most of the vase opening. When he was done he had a five foot tall hollow clay vase shaped like an erect
penis. He carefully transferred John to the a special platform that he wheeled into the huge kiln. John was
so disoriented from all the spinning that he didn't even try to move. Le Artiste closed the kiln and fired
his creation.
Several hours later, the kiln began to cool, and the villain opened up the furnace to reveal his shrunken
work. As the fire had dehydrated and hardened the clay, it had shrunk from 5 feet to 2 1/2 feet tall. This
was a much more practical size for a vase. It was still too hot to paint with glaze, but it would be cool
enough to paint soon.
John was cognizant again, but he was totally immobile. He could feel, but he could not move. He felt the
villain's gloved hand touch him, as he was transferred from the kiln to the cooling rack. There had to be a
way. Superman always escaped. Perhaps if he could vibrate his molecules at super speed? But the Kryptonite
still radiated from Le Artiste's nearby paintbrush, and John couldn't muster the needed strength. He was
phallic shaped vase and might remain so for the rest of his life. No, he wouldn't consider that possibility.
He was Superman. He would escape. He would undergo whatever further humiliation Le Artiste had planned.
Eventually, he would be outside of the influence of the Kryptonite, and then he would be able to vibrate his
molecules at Super speed and reform himself into his true form - at least that was what he told himself.
The villain turned off the light. He would finish his latest creation in the morning.