Note from Sean: This “Guest Author” story is pretty cool. I found it on the Superman Erotic Stories Yahoo! group, of which I am a member. It was written back in the day, after the author read some of my original MuscleMan stories that I had submitted to the nifty.org erotic story site. I have made a few minor edits to “Corwin’s” story.

If you are Corwin, please let me know!

Superman Meets MuscleMan by Corwin

“The MuscleMan character is from some stories I read several years ago on the nifty archives. I checked, and couldn't fnd the story. Anyway, here's a story based on someone else's character.” – Corwin

That someone else’s character being mine! Thanks, Corwin. This is a cool story! – Sean R. Scott

After MuscleMan's encounter with SuperiorMan, he was determined to get his revenge on Stallion. The black muscular giant had been the only man to defeat him, even if it was with the help of two others. The subsequent rape with Stallion's larger organ only fueled MuscleMan's desire for revenge.

MuscleMan searched every gym in a 50 mile radius. In each, he found the bullies and used his incredible size and strength to right the wrongs. Of course, he took his own special revenge on them by fucking them into total submission with his huge 16 inch cock.

Superman Meets MuscleMan – by Corwin 1 of 15 MuscleMan adjusted his costume to take advantage of his new gifts. He didn't understand why, but clothes weakened him. Fully clothed, he only had his base strength, that of fve normal men. Fully naked, his strength seemed to have no limits. His new costume was a simple pair of spandex shorts with a fexed bicep on one side. Even with this costume, he only had the strength of 25 men, but that was normally suffcient. If necessary, he could strip down to a g-string, increasing his strength to over 100 men.

MuscleMan got a tip that Stallion trained at a Gold's 75 miles away. He drove his truck there the next day, and arrived mid-afternoon.

MuscleMan came incognito. He wore a sweatshirt and sweatpants that both covered his musculature and constrained his power. He felt and looked small. Scanning the foor, he saw that the gym was empty except for a photographer shooting someone posing. That's when he saw Stallion, watching the photo shoot as his friend Offcer Scott posed for the camera. Jimmy Olson was making some money freelancing for an online bodybuilding magazine. He wasn't into these big guys, but it paid well and he could hone his skills.

"Lookin good," said the huge Stallion standing behind him as he shot. The bodybuilder had just won some state police championship or something. "You gonna be much longer?"

"About 15 minutes, I think," Jimmy responded, taking a shot and checking it on the camera.

"I'm gonna hit the locker room." Stallion walked away.

That was all MuscleMan needed to hear. He watched as Stallion entered the locker room. He looked around, then followed. As the door closed, he turned, saw a lock, and twisted it. Finally, he and Stallion were alone.

"Remember me?" MuscleMan asked threateningly.

Stallion had pulled his sweaty shirt over his head, and turned when he heard the voice. MuscleMan watched his eyes change from confusion to recognition.

Superman Meets MuscleMan – by Corwin 2 of 15 "MuscleMan?" A huge grin appeared on Stallion's face. "Knew you'd want to come back for seconds." He bounced his emory-colored pecs, making them ripple erotically.

"Not this time," replied MuscleMan. "I'm here for revenge."

"Oh, really," said Stallion, who stopped and pulled down his shorts, revealing a jock strap straining to contain his manhood. He stood upright, then walked forward with confdence, his huge body rippling with muscular power with every step he took. He stopped inches from MuscleMan, fexed his lats into giant wings that expanded his chest. Looking down on the shorter man, he spoke with confdence. "Did you forget I'm stronger than you?" To make his point, he bounced his massive pecs and fexed his abs into an impenetrable wall of muscle. "And I've been working out hard since our last encounter." With that, Stallion shoved his open palm into MuscleMan's chest.

MuscleMan resisted, but his clothed body wasn't strong enough to resist that ebony powerhouse. He stumbled backwards, awed by the size of Stallion's delts and thickness of his arm. Stallion walked, pushing the straining MuscleMan backward into a wall.

Stallion smiled and raised one biceps. "Got 28 on this big boy now," he said, raising the mountainous muscle to his mouth and kissing it.

MuscleMan took this opportunity to grab Stallion's upraised wrist with both hands. He started to push, bringing both his guns to bear against Stallion's single arm. MuscleMan let out a grunt with the strain, but felt the muscular giant's arm moving back.

Stallion felt his powerful arm being pushed back. He took the opportunity to make a fst, grabbing the sweatshirt that covered MuscleMan's body. As his arm fell back, he felt the seams and fabric start to rip. "Yeah, let's see that pretty bod of yours…"

As the torn sweatshirt began to expose more of his skin, MuscleMan felt his strength growing. His shoulders widened and his traps surged high.

Superman Meets MuscleMan – by Corwin 3 of 15 MuscleMan wore a white wifebeater below the shirt, but he still felt his pecs balloon larger and his lats thicken as his body surged to a size nearly as large as Stallion.

His body free, MuscleMan let go of Stallion's arm and ripped the sweatshirt’s sleeves from his arms, allowing his guns to fll with power. He raised his arms high, letting is 27s fex high for Stallion to see.

"Mmmm, nice," hummed Stallion, "but my guns are still bigger. And bigger muscle is stronger muscle," Stallion said, grabbing MuscleMan's sweat pants and pushing them down.

MuscleMan offered no resistance. He just smiled, feeling his quads swelling with power as Stallion brought MuscleMan’s towers into view. MuscleMan raised his legs, allowing Stallion to expose his calves. They expanded to the size of two footballs pressed side by side.

Stallion smiled, seeing the black spandex shorts with the white logo of a fexed biceps. He stepped forward, cupping the massive bulge between MuscleMan's legs. "Looks like you've been working out too." Stallion stood up, looking down at the shorter man. He fared his chest, thinned his waist and in a dominating voice said, "I'm gonna enjoy fucking that tight ass of yours again." He placed his powerful arms on MuscleMan's shoulders. His body hardened into ripped, dark steel. Veins pulsed to the surface of paper-thin skin. Stallions arms began to shake with effort, as blood pumped into his swelling muscles with more power.

There was a strain on MuscleMan's face. He felt the force Stallion was exerting, but he was able to resist it. He leaned forward, then forced himself to take a step. He nearly fell backwards as a single powerful leg had to contain Stallion's might, but his superior conditioning adapted. One step, then two, he began to force Stallion to retreat. "Having problems?" MuscleMan snarled, the determination apparent on his face.

Stallion's determination turned to anger. Quickly, he formed a fst and pounded it into Muscle's abs.

Superman Meets MuscleMan – by Corwin 4 of 15 At the last second, MuscleMan fexed, his brick abs defecting the blow. Stallion landed a second shot, then a third. A tinge of pain appeared on MuscleMan's face.

"Remember last time?" Stallion puffed, punching MuscleMan two more times on the same spot with the full brunt of his strength. "I" slam "broke" slam "down" slam "your" slam "abs" slam "with" slam "my" slam "fsts" slam "I'll" slam "do" slam "it" slam "again!" SLAM!

The last punch rocketed into MuscleMan's gut, forcing the hero to step back. Stallion followed through with another punch to the same spot, bending MuscleMan over slightly.

Stallion laughed, and once again pushed against MuscleMan's shoulders, forcing him back against the wall. "You're stronger than you were, that's for sure; but so am I," bragged Stallion. "Now let me see those pretty abs. I hope I didn't break them too bad with this cannon!"

Stallion popped his biceps before reaching over to MuscleMan's wife-beater. Slowly, the muscle god ran his big hands under the shirt, feeling the hard bricks and deep ridges of the hero's sweat-covered abs. "Mmmmm..." he hummed as he lifted the shirt, amazed at the defnition and thickness of the muscle. Stallion was even surprised that his attack succeeded at all. Stallion marveled at the thick veins feeding into MuscleMan's spandex shorts, and realized the hero had almost zero body fat. In his excitement, he pulled on the shirt, ripping it off MuscleMan's body.

As Stallion raised the shirt, MuscleMan felt his abs heal and strengthen. He loved the power, and felt his thin waist get harder. He sensed the lust in Stallion, and wasn't surprised when he felt the shirt rip from his body. Instantly, MuscleMan's torso ballooned larger, feeding the hero with power and strength. He took a deep breath as his pecs defed gravity and formed a shelf, inches-thick over his wall-like waist. He stood tall again, fexing his lats wide and expanding his chest. Checking himself out in the locker room's mirror, MuscleMan could see he was easily bigger than Stallion. He raised an arm, his nearly 30 inch

Superman Meets MuscleMan – by Corwin 5 of 15 biceps coming to life. "Thanks," is all he said as he powered his larger cannons into Stallion.

MuscleMan's punch hit Stallion squarely in the chest, his fst diving deep into the ebony muscle. Stallion staggered backward. It felt like he had been hit by a truck. He fexed just in time as MuscleMan aimed a second punch squarely into his abs. Unlike their frst encounter where MuscleMan's punch had nearly broken the hero's hand, this time it was Stallion who broke. He felt his abs collapse under the power of the blow, air forcibly expelled from his lungs.

MuscleMan grabbed the hunched-over Stallion, and shoved him backward into the locked door. Before Stallion could recover, MuscleMan grabbed an ez-curl bar someone had left in the room. He placed the bar behind Stallion's thighs and with his huge arms, twisted the beam, locking the man's knees together. Stallion nearly fell over, but MuscleMan placed his hands on the bigger man's shoulders and forced him up. Stallion started to recover, and tried to push the muscular hero away, but found his strength was no longer enough. MuscleMan was now too powerful.

"How?"

"Like this," replied MuscleMan, grabbing Stallion's overfowing jock with one hand while holding him back with the other. He ripped the jock strap off, and the only cock he'd ever seen that was bigger than his own fopped into view. "This is how I get my revenge," he said, grabbing the cock in his big hand and starting to stroke it. MuscleMan was rough, and in seconds Stallion's organ responded by hardening into a long, steel pipe. "Yeah, the big man likes to be overpowered. Can't wait till I fuck you, can you?"

"No! Please! Stop!" cried Stallion, banging his fsts on the door while he fought the erotic pleasure coming from his groin.

In the gym, Jimmy and the bodybuilder were just fnishing the photo shoot when they heard pounding coming from the locker room. The bodybuilder looked concerned, and ran to the door, only to fnd it locked.

Superman Meets MuscleMan – by Corwin 6 of 15 "Stal, you in there? Is something wrong."

The two men heard the sound as if someone was being shoved against the door. "NO! Don't rape me! Stop!"

"Stallion! What's going on in there!"

"Help me!" cried the voice behind the door.

"No one can help you now," said another.

"I'm calling the police," the bodybuilder said, moving toward the offce.

"That'll take too long," whispered Jimmy, who pushed a button on his watch to signal Superman.

Before the bodybuilder could pick up the phone, there was a rush of air outside. The door to the gym opened, and the blue-and-red clad hero walked in. "Jimmy, are you OK?"

"In there," Jimmy pointed to the door.

Using his X-ray vision, Superman saw two forms. One faced the door, while the other held him there. The fgure in control appeared to be fsting the other man.

"You two leave now. I'll handle this," said Superman, afraid of exposing the sexual activity he saw taking place.

"He said he was being raped," said Jimmy. He grabbed the bodybuilder and made for the door. "We'll wait in my car."

Superman stepped forward. "This is Superman!" he said loudly. "I'm coming in!"

Superman pushed on the door. Stallion felt like the gooey center of a cookie, trapped between the door and a powerful muscle freak.

Superman Meets MuscleMan – by Corwin 7 of 15 MuscleMan felt the door start to move. He pushed back, but the power behind the door was out muscling him. He jumped back and Stallion slid to the side and fell to the foor as the door few open. Superman walked in.

"Thank god," said Stallion. "He was... was..."

"I heard," said Superman, "and saw."

"Superman, you don't understand. He raped me, so now I was getting my revenge," cried MuscleMan.

"Revenge isn't the answer. You'll have to come with me." Superman started to walk toward Stallion. He bent down to unbend the bar that was binding the man, but felt a powerful punch that knocked him back.

MuscleMan stood over him, fexing his big muscles. "No way! I waited too long for this. I'm MuscleMan, and if I have to Superman, I'll take you down. I don't want to, but if I must…"

Superman stood up and expanded his chest, confdent of his own strength. He shook his head. "One lucky blow," said Superman, "and they all get delusions of grandeur."

MuscleMan stared Superman in the eyes-- a look of determination on his face. "You're like an idol to me," he said.

"Then you should learn from me," Superman replied. "Heroes don't behave this way."

"They do if they are human," said MuscleMan, walking a wide arch around Superman.

Superman turned, never letting MuscleMan out of his sight.

"But you aren't human, are you?" MuscleMan said, some contempt in his voice. "You think you are better than us. Treating us as children!"

Superman Meets MuscleMan – by Corwin 8 of 15 Superman blinked at the accusation. That was the opening MuscleMan needed. He leapt, his powerful legs fying him forward. MuscleMan's arms circled around Superman, pinning his 23 inch arms in MuscleMan's 30 inch cannons.

Superman felt MuscleMan's arms crushing into him. He smiled with confdence. "You're strong, but you're right. You're only human." Superman inhaled, expanding his massive chest.

MuscleMan struggled against Superman's power. He fexed harder, but the ease with which Superman inhaled made him feel out classed by the Man of Steel.

Superman started to fex, his lats growing wider. MuscleMan hardened his biceps, but felt Superman's lats grind into his arms. As Superman's chest continued to expand, MuscleMan felt his grip starting to fail. Instinctively, he grabbed at Superman's costume, clutching it, trying to stop the powerful Kryptonian from getting out of his hold. Under the light spandex, MuscleMan felt Superman's pecs and understood why he was called The Man of Steel.

"I think that's about enough," said Superman casually. With a burst of strength, he raised his arms outward, breaking MuscleMan's hold as if the muscular human were a child. MuscleMan's arms snapped back, but he held frm to the costume, which ripped free from Superman's body, exposing his massive chest and abs. Superman was as surprised as MuscleMan that his costume ripped. He dropped his arms just as MuscleMan pulled back, pulling off the sleeves from of the Man of Steel.

MuscleMan dropped the torn fabric and stared at Superman. He wasn't as big as MuscleMan, but he was far more buff and totally ripped. He saw the Kryptonian's muscular neck, and his high, powerful traps. Superman shoulder's were divided into three round heads that displayed his power. Superman's biceps were thick tubes, and his tris formed a perfect horseshoe. MuscleMan was surprised that Superman’s chest was covered with a coat of black fur, yet the muscle striations were so deeply etched that they shown through the man-rug. Unlike his chest, Superman's eight-pack was virtually hairless except for a think black strip that divided the abdominal columns and seemed to thicken as it

Superman Meets MuscleMan – by Corwin 9 of 15 descended below Superman's gold belt. MuscleMan's cock jumped to attention as he thought that Superman might be in the same league as him and Stallion.

Superman placed his hands on his hips, his huge torso fexing. His super-senses heard MuscleMan's heart race faster as he stared at Superman's muscular body. His eyes caught the changes as MuscleMan's cock expanded as he took in the way Superman flled his red briefs. "So that's the way it is," Superman said paternally. "You like using your strength to rape your victims." Superman looked at MuscleMan. "Yeah, you do have super strength, but you're out of your league with me, and I intend to take you in."

"There you go sounding like my mother again," said MuscleMan. MuscleMan knew what Superman said was true. He was currently out of his league, but he knew how to fx that. But he had to be careful. Yes, it was true that his strength was nearly invincible when he was naked, but if it was too obvious, that could also be his weakness. If he was strong enough to defeat Superman, all Superman would have to do is wrap him in a towel and all that power would vanish as quickly as it came. He had to make it seem like something else. "Like you've never thought about sex!"

Superman smiled. "Not with criminals and not as punishment, certainly. I let the law handle that."

MuscleMan smiled. "Bet you've never had sex, right? I read the stories. Man of Steel, woman of tissue."

Superman frowned. He thought about Lana, and then Lois. His mind drifted. He had always controlled his desires, but he was a man. It was hard.

MuscleMan once again saw the Man of Steel's distraction. Again he took advantage and jumped toward Superman.

Superman quickly shook it off. He reached to grab MuscleMan, but it was a ploy. MuscleMan dove low, hitting Superman with all his might, in his knees. The Son of Krypton was unprepared, and fell.

Superman Meets MuscleMan – by Corwin 10 of 15 MuscleMan acted quickly. He grabbed Superman by the belt and pulled on his tights. He pulled down, then ripped the tights off Superman's legs, leaving the hero naked except for his red boots.

Superman's mouth fell open. "YOU FAGGOT!" he heard himself saying, foating up and standing tall. Superman's cock hung limp, a good 7 inches of fesh fopping around his legs. The man's balls were large and the sack full, flled with juices aching for relief.

MuscleMan laughed. "The goody goody hero calling me a 'faggot'? Is Mr. Stallion here a nigger too? Know any gimps? Spics?"

Superman both blushed at his mistake and got more angry. He began to lose control. A voice told him not to do it, but his anger took control. At super speed, he reached out and ripped MuscleMan's spandex shorts off.

MuscleMan saw the blur then felt the effect. A surge of power hit him, the familiar feeling of power that happens when he's totally naked. He felt his already-powerful body harden. Expand. Energy surged through his muscles-- the gift of SuperiorMan to him. MuscleMan felt unbeatable.

A moment later, he saw Superman holding his shredded shorts, saying "How does that feel? How do you like it?"

"The faggot loves it," said MuscleMan, moving a hand to scratch his huge balls. He watched as Superman's eyes wandered to his larger, more masculine endowment. "I think you love it too," he gloated, starting to move toward Superman.

"I've had enough of you. Time to be brought to justice." Superman fexed and began to stare MuscleMan down.

MuscleMan's eyes twinkled with confdence. "Well, Man of Steel, you're right about one thing… I think it is time we fnish this." With a speed Superman had not seen before, MuscleMan wrapped his huge arms around Kal-El. Superman felt MuscleMan's schlong slap into his thigh as his own was crushing into

Superman Meets MuscleMan – by Corwin 11 of 15 MuscleMan's abs. MuscleMan's arms snaked around Superman's torso and he lifted the Man of Steel like a rag doll.

Superman's eyes sparked red with anger. "That's a mistake," he snarled, raising his free arms. He fexed, preparing to slam them down, using his invulnerable fesh to break the arrogant rapist's arms. Before he could move, though, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. It started slow, but quickly grew into a burning as he felt his bones being crushed. He heard a crack and felt his internal organs being crushed too. "Argh" he screamed, failing his arms before slamming them into MuscleMan's. The pain in his chest shot into his shoulders and down his arms as his powerful guns were stopped by stronger, harder muscles.

He felt MuscleMan laugh. "That the best you got?"

Superman responded by slamming his arms down again, hitting the same spot. This time he watched. MuscleMan’s fexed forearms looked like bowling pins with thick veins worming atop the surface. Superman’s arms moved toward MuscleMan's triceps, the multiple heads divided by a ridge as deep as Superman's hand. As they impacted, Superman watched in horror as the deep striations in his forearms rippled like jelly, and MuscleMan's arms barely moved at all. Superman had no choice. He raised his arms a third time, ignoring the pain. He brought his arms down toward Muscle's head.

Superman had telegraphed his intentions, and MuscleMan reacted. As Superman started to move his arms, MuscleMan dropped him and caught Superman's fsts. MuscleMan held Superman by his arms and Superman felt a wrenching pain in his shoulders, his arms stopped cold.

"Not the face," said MuscleMan who quickly hit Superman with a head-butt. Superman saw stars. MuscleMan dropped him to the ground, and Superman staggered.

Superman shook his head, clearing it, trying to come up with a plan of attack. He looked toward MuscleMan, preparing his heat vision. Then he stopped, and his jaw dropped.

Superman Meets MuscleMan – by Corwin 12 of 15 MuscleMan stood before him, his massive chest puffed out as he bent his arm into the custom “L” shape that displayed MuscleMan's enormous biceps. Superman expected to see the huge peak, and its size was only a slight surprise. What Superman couldn't believe was the rope-like striations, and thick veins that covered the huge peak. The realization that MuscleMan's arms, the arms that had taken his strongest punches, hadn't even been fexed to their fullest when they had shamed his powerful blows-- was too much for the Man of Steel.

"That's right, Superman. Muscle for muscle, you can't compete." MuscleMan moved close to the the motionless Kryptonian and placed his hand over the alien cock. "But you don't want to compete, do you?" he said, stroking the meat, which agreeingly began to get longer, thicker and harder. "Go ahead," he said moving the fexed biceps to Superman's face. "Touch it. Lick it. I don't care." MuscleMan fexed harder, forcing the biceps peak higher and the striations to become even more visible. "You know you want to."

Superman's body visibly shook, his eyes glued to MuscleMan's gigantic arm. Superman moved his mouth to it, noting the man's upper arm appeared as large as his head. With his super-senses, he took a deep breath, smelling the virile aroma of a man. He stuck out his tongue, licking a drop of MuscleMan's sweat and tasting the pheromones of the human powerhouse.

MuscleMan’s hand felt Superman's penis react. It throbbed, lengthened and hardened with desire.

"Yes," MuscleMan said, "I am that strong," and to prove his point, he squeezed Kal-El's cock in his fst.

"Please," Superman whispered, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt his cock being controlled by another man. "Never before... want it so bad..." One of Superman's hands grabbed MuscleMan's biceps as the other clawed onto his globe-like pec.

MuscleMan moved his fexed arm and wrapped it around Superman's neck, pulling his face close. MuscleMan cocked his head, and pressed his open mouth over Superman's, kissing him deeply. Superman's hand slid down MuscleMan's

Superman Meets MuscleMan – by Corwin 13 of 15 rock-like abs and found the pipe-like organ thrusting from MuscleMan's groin. Superman felt himself entering a state of erotic pleasure, and he acted on it. “So big and thick” he said, fexing his fngers as he squeezed.

MuscleMan fexed his groin, his cock pulsing larger, pushing Superman's fngers in and out, back and forth at his cock's command. MuscleMan sucked on Superman's mouth as they embraced, and he felt Superman's body quiver. He felt Superman say into their kiss, "So strong. Stronger than me." The hand stroking Superman's cock rubbed the swollen mushroom-like head.

Superman's eyes opened and his head moved back. "Oh god!" he screamed as he shot his load. The geyser drenched MuscleMan's stomach and pecs, slamming into his dense and strong fbers with the force of a bullet. Superman shot three huge loads onto MuscleMan. When he stopped, his knees gave out and he slumped into MuscleMan's arms.

"Yeah, that load would have killed a lesser man," MuscleMan said, rubbing some of the super-cum off his abs. "Man of Steel?" He licked the cum from his fngers. "Guess muscle is harder than steel, huh?"

Superman's cum tasted -- what was the word, MuscleMan wondered? It was both salty and sweet. It tasted good in a familiar way. Yes, familiar. He rubbed the second load from his pecs and licked his fngers clean. He felt the warm buzz of a good scotch go down his throat, and while the warmth was intoxicating, it was intoxicating in a strange way. MuscleMan felt something awakening in him. He rubbed the remaining cum on his fngers and licked them clean.

Superman recovered enough to move both his hands to MuscleMan's hard, thick organ. "You're so big," Superman said, wrapping both hands over the throbbing manhood. Superman's cock recovered quickly too, his sun-energized body rejuvenating his spent organ. He compared his smaller organ.

MuscleMan felt something. He knew that arousal Superman felt. Superman wanted to cum again. In his mind, MuscleMan saw a faucet. He turned it on.

Superman Meets MuscleMan – by Corwin 14 of 15 Superman began to shoot again. As the Kryptonian's geyser began to erupt, MuscleMan easily lifted him by his waist, moving the hero's smaller throbbing organ to his mouth. Superman's load shot down MuscleMan's throat. "YES!" the Man of Steel screamed in ecstasy as MuscleMan swallowed both his cock and his load. Superman willed himself to foat as he started to thrust his hips back and forth.

MuscleMan felt a warmth penetrating his body, and he wanted more. In his mind, he conjured the faucet and turned the fow of water up. He massaged Superman's nuts and felt them pulling tighter as Superman shot harder and larger loads. Superman's virgin nuts pulsed in MuscleMan's fngers as years of pent-up desire fowed out of him.

MuscleMan felt himself changing. The alien cum was interacting with his natural abilities. He felt a god-like power imbue his essence. He felt strong, but he also felt the ability to control strength. Time itself was his servant as he felt more and more power. He saw two of himself, a smaller one controlled by his new muscle god self. He could control men. He could control Superman. He was giving himself strength.

Superman screamed, his powerful nuts getting smaller as MuscleMan sucked every last drop of cum from them. Superman felt weak. Spent. "Stop. Please…" He kept cumming. He grabbed MuscleMan's traps, trying to hold on, and felt the stronger man's thick muscles getting even thicker. "So superior…" Superman said as he passed out.

MuscleMan turned off the faucet and let the powerless hero fall to the ground. Stallion stared in awe of the site before him.

"Shit man, what did you do? He's Superman!"

In a deeper voice, the transformed MuscleMan said, "And I'm MuscleMan."

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