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Lex Luthor considered the small, spindly alien with some bemusement. It was small, orange, semi-humanoid and stood about four feet tall. It held a weapon in its hand the approximate size and shape of a smaller-model machine gun, though elements of it (the red Kryponite gas in a bulb, for example) were totally alien. "So, Gigleemian, you guarantee this ray-gun will work on Superman?"
"It works on Kryptonians." the alien agreed. "I obtained it from a museum of artifacts. The red Kryptonite is not used as you normally would upon Superman, it augments the laserbeam to allow it to penetrate Kryptonians' skin when they have been supercharged by the rays of a yellow sun such as your local superhero."
"And its effects will only be temporary."
"When used on a Kryptonian under a yellow sun, yes, the sun itself will drain off the effects in a short period of time. Simply arrange to keep him out of the sun if you wish the effects to last longer."
"Excellent." Luthor smiled.
"I must warn you again, the ray will only change this Superman of yours back into a child of approximately two years of age, Earth-time. It will not affect his superpowers in any way, he will remain super-powered." the Gigleemian cautioned.
"But he won't remember being an adult while he's a child."
"Nor will he remember being a child when he reverts to an adult." the alien agreed.
Luthor nodded. "Now as to the price...."
"My payment must be in platinum or iridium." the alien said, his eagerness growing. "I will accept two pounds United States weight scale."
"I would like to make a counter offer."
"I don't negotiate." the Gigleemian cautioned.
"Neither do I." Luthor pulled his weapon and fired at the alien.
His ray of raw energy lanced out at the being and...splashed harmlessly around him.
The alien wasn't surprised or offended. "You surely didn't think I would come into your lair without adequate protections in place."
Luthor managed to remain calm as he reholstered his weapon. "I guess not."
"You are new to our race's mode of negotiations, so I won't increase the price if you will pay forthwith." the alien went on. "Or do you want to be indignant that your perfidy did not succeed and I should withdraw and never darken your door again?"
Luthor suddenly barked in laughter. "I'll pay it. And I think I'll be one of your best regular customers from now on. You're a man after my own heart."
"You're a Gigleemian after my own spoozle." the alien responded in all amiability. They effected their exchange and the alien's ray gun was in Luthor's hands. Now it was time to call the red-and-blue-clad ninny so he could put it to good use.
He was wearing his "Legion of Doom costume" of purple, green and black, he only needed to fasten his jet-pack to the black leather X-shaped harness he constantly wore, and he was able to jet toward Metropolis.
He was in luck, that day, Superman was returning from some extra-Metropolis patrol and spotted him. "Luthor!" Superman called to him as he grew closer. "Stop at once, you must return to prison for your crimes."
"That's what you think, Superman!" Luthor said as he wielded the machine gun-like ray gun at him and pulled the trigger.
Superman, used to being invulnerable, hesitated as he saw the device, and no doubted expected to be capable to withstanding whatever it would throw at him, so he was struck square in the chest by the ray as it shot from the nozzle of the ray gun. The ray beam was as red as the Kryptonite, and Luthor worried that he may have been flim-flammed by the alien. Everyone knew that Red Kryptonite only worked on Superman once, then was only a glowing red lump of rock!
He was struck, looked puzzled, then his eyes sagged as one would when they were dizzy, and then...he shrunk! His body and form dwindled down before Luthor's eyes and in the space of a few seconds, the Superman was the size and shape of a little child.
"It worked, it worked!" Luthor crowed. "How do you feel now?" he asked his shrunken nemesis. He marked how the supersuit had shrunk right along with the adult, and was now superbaby-sized garb. Remarkably super-stretching Kryptonian cloth as invulnerable as its wearer.
Superman (or the baby he had become) blinked at him. "Are you my daddy?" he asked.
"Me? No, no!" Luthor said. "I'm...I'm your uncle. Uncle Luthor." he replied.
"Where's my daddy?" Superbaby asked.
"He's not here." Luthor told the child.
To his astonishment, the small chin trembled and the eyes teared up. "I want my daddy! I want my daddy!" he howled, and the child flew away.
Luthor found himself seized with a primordial instinct kicking in, that of protecting the young and innocent. Without conscious decision, he found himself chasing the small child at top speed. "Come back, Kal-El, come back!" he called.
The child's name stopped him. "Uncle Luthor?"
"You didn't let me finish." Luthor fibbed quickly. "Your daddy isn't here, he had to go away for a while, so he left you with me. To take care of you."
"Daddy will be back soon?" Superbaby asked as he flew slowly back to Luthor.
"Yes, yes, very soon." Luthor said. "Meanwhile, why don't you and I find a...a game to play."
The child smiled brightly. "Yeah, let's play!"
He had gone from tears to joy in only a few seconds. Turning Superman into a baby may not be the best idea after all! Have to be sure someone was around the next time, to keep the baby out of his hair while he committed his supercrimes while Superman was out of commission.
He puzzled briefly for a moment as to what sort of game a man could play with a super-powered baby when Superbaby answered the question for him. The small hand darted out and slapped him rather painfully on the shoulder, and Superbaby called out, "Tag! You're it!" And he flew, Luthor noting how delicately beautiful those sweet little buttocks were in those small red trunks.
Luthor worried that the child would again speed off (his jetpack had limited range, after all), but the boy merely circled around Luthor. By a quick feint in one direction, then darting the other when the child tried to avoid him, he was able to tap the child's foot in time. "Tag, now you're it!"
Time for him to escape and he did so by diving toward the ground. If he could put this onto foot! His jetpack was bleeping "low power" at him, he needed to get it where he could rig out its solar energy panel and let it recharge a few hours!
He was heading for a forest, worse luck! If he had to chase this boy on foot through the forest...!
He landed just in time, the jet pack sputtered and died. He found a sunny area and rigged out the power pack while Superbaby stood beside him. "Is something wrong with it?" the blue-haired boy asked.
"No, it just needs to sleep a few hours." Luthor told him. "Until we do, we can't play chase any longer."
The boy's eyes darted around. "Hide and Seek?" he proposed.
"Not right now. Uncle Luthor needs to rest, too." Luthor said. He wasn't tired, but if he held still, the boy ought to stay where he was, as well. His emotions bore scrutinizing, he told himself, why did he care if the boy hared off and got lost? When he regained his adult size, he could just fly himself home again! But there was something about the lost waif in this child that stirred his soul. His own sad childhood, no doubt, but there it was. He couldn't bring himself to leave this child alone in the wild, lost and afraid.
So he was now a nursemaid to Superbaby and might end up in prison again. But he couldn't abrogate his responsibility.
He settled down on a comfortable pile of dead leaves beneath a heavily-leaved oak tree, no sunlight could reach through that canopy. Superbaby sat down next to him and became enraptured of a butterfly. Good enough for now, he had some thinking to do. How to get himself out of this self-imposed trap he was now in? He laid back and considered the dilemma.
He had it! He would kidnap Lois Lane and let Superman find her and him, then use the ray gun on Superman and leave Superbaby in Lois' hands while he garnered his treasure! Okay, now how to avoid prison and potential loss of his ray gun before then. Well, he could hide the ray gun somewhere before Superbaby changed back. The Gigleemian had said that Superman would not remember his time as a baby....
A sudden flash at his groin and his pants burned themselves away, too fast to burn his skin, Poof! and they were gone! His briefs, too, charred away, leaving a broad circle, that ran from near his waistband to half the width of his legs down to two-thirds ways to his knees. In the center of that circle was his manhood and it was now exposed to the elements!
Superbaby giggled. "Gosh. Yours is a lot bigger than mine!" the infant enthused.
"What is?"
"Your oodle!" Superbaby declared and before Luthor could ask what an "oodle" was, he found out because Superbaby grabbed it. His cock! He had "thrown a woodie" while he mused, a common enough occurrence for any man, and Superbaby had noticed. Staring at him so intently, he'd activated his heat-vision and burned away his green trousers! His shaft was only semi-hard, but it was enough to have it jerk upwards when freed from its cloth prison. Now his prick was in the grip of an excited and curious child!
"You...you shouldn't play with my penis, Kal-El." he got out. "That's not nice."
"No?"
"No."
"But it feels good. So nice and warm!" Superbaby said. And he hadn't let go."
"You shouldn't play with it." Luthor repeated.
"But it feels good. How would I play with it?" the child asked.
Luthor's mouth opened and words came out, and he marveled at them. "You use your hand to stroke it up and down, holding onto the loose skin you're feeling but letting the hard inner core stay where it is."
The small hand slid up and down the shaft experimentally. "Like this?"
Luthor hissed in his pleasure. "Yes, just like that. Only faster."
The hand sped up and Luthor realized that he had to be careful. "Okay, that's fast enough." He said, hissed as the boy's hand found its stride and was pumping away at him in a manner both swift and delightful.
"Is this a game, Uncle Luthor?"
"Sort of, Kal-El." Luthor gasped.
"How do I win?"
"You win when... Oh! ...when it squirts out some white stuff!" Luthor groaned. "Ohhh! You'll win it soon!" His balls had clutched up against his shaft, his entire manhood had warmed up as the blood rushed to fulfill its duty of procreation.
"I will?"
"Yes, just...just keep jerking it like you're doing now." Luthor moaned. "Ohhh, God!" His body had begun the ageless, enormous, ecstatic mobilization of the senses as it aimed toward orgasm.
"I'm getting close, Kal-El, close to squirting it out!"
"I want to see, I want to see!" Superbaby declared and Luthor looked down to see the boy had scooted up to where his face was close to the glans of his cock being flailed by the rapidly stroking arm, so that the hand on it was only a white blur. "Does it come out on top?"
"Yes...right...on...top! Coming now, coming, uh-HUH-HUH-UHHHH-GUHHH!"
"I want to see it come out!"
"GUH-HUHHH-KHHHHHNNNNNHHHHHHNNNN!" Luthor's cock exploded in the boy's face, a white jet splatted the child right between those delighted blue eyes! "Ahh-ahh-ahhh, ahhhh!" he continued to spray as the boy laughed at the pelting he was getting, relished the hot white spooge that caught him on his nose, on his right cheek, on his forehead, on his chin, and then it was over, as Luthor sagged down and moaned, the boy pushed his face down and slapped the dong up against his cheek to dab the last white squibs off the glans onto his untouched left cheek, trying to cover his face all over with the lusciously thick pearl-toned globs of human happiness.
Luthor panted and his hand came up and ran its fingers through the blue hair, gently, lovingly, as the child cooed and the impish pink tongue darted out and tasted the spunk still clinging to Luthor's glans.
"It tastes funny." the boy declared.
"Does it?"
"Uh-huh." Superbaby informed him. "I thought it was milk but it's not, it's all warm and it tastes kind of sweet and kind of meaty."
"Is it nasty tasting?" Luthor asked.
"Uh-uh. I like it!" the boy declared and his tongue came out and began to methodically cleanse the cock dry of its residual love-juice. A drip of spunk from his nose landed on it and the tongue went up to lick it clean as well. "Mmmm, it's good!"
"You have more of it over here." Luthor told him and his finger lifted the biggest glob, the one on the boy's right cheek, off and ferried it to the small mouth. "Here you go."
The boy's face darted forward and swallowed the finger, sucked it dry like a fat pink lollipop. "Mmmm, that's good. More, I want more."
"Okay, there's more." Luthor lifted the blobs from the forehead and the chin and fed that to the boy as well. "That's all of it now. You have all of it, drank it all."
"That's good, Uncle Luthor. Can I do it again?"
"I...." Luthor paused, his cock was stirring to life once more, a combination of the thought of Superman actually being his sexual playtoy and the little hand eagerly pumping the resurging organ as it expanded in his grip. "I don't know. Why don't we find out?"
"Okay." the superchild eagerly began to pummel Luthor's pud anew and this time, Luthor just laid back and enjoyed it. He might not need to drag Lois Lane into this after all. He had plenty of fund at his disposal, other than his revenge on Superman, he had enough to relish his life. And what better way to relish it than to have his arch-rival, reduced to small, innocent dick-licker, pumping away at his prick? Life was good, after all.
He took longer, of course. But after a good twenty minutes of steady pumping (the boy was superpowered, and thus could have kept whacking Luthor's jizz-jack all day and night if he needed to), he felt his orgasm again blossoming in his brain. "Okay, Kal-El, I'm about to shoot it again for you. You want to catch this in your mouth this time?"
"Yes, Uncle Luthor."
"So clamp your lips on it, but remember to keep working it. In fact, why don't you speed up a little more now."
"Okay." the boy's warm lips enclosed his glans' tip and the boy's hand kept the pace on his foreskin.
"Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh, here it comes, Kal-El, here it comes! Ah-huh-huh, AHHH-AHHHH!" Luthor's climax sailed into his cock like a boat entering its dock, in silent splendor, and he groaned, ejaculated his warm load into the boy's hungry mouth. Kal-El suckled the jizz as fast as Luthor jetted it out, and when he was done and the child swallowed one final time, he sighed in a tone of pure bliss.
So did Luthor. "Ohh, Kal-El, I wish I'd found you years ago."
"I love you, Uncle Luthor."
"I love you, too, Kal-El."
"Uhhh, uhhh...I feel funny, Uncle Luthor."
Luthor looked and he saw the boy's body quivering, beginning to grow. "Your Daddy's here, Kal-El. See you next time."
"Where's Daddy?" the boy turned around and as he did, Luthor scampered away to hide.
He watched cautiously as the boy sank to the ground and the transformation completed. Superman (again a man) opened his eyes, blinked and sat up, looked around. Puzzled, he stood, then lifted off into the sky and flew out of sight.
Luthor's jetpack still needed an hour or so before there would be enough power to fly him back to the Legion of Doom. He might want to wait until nightfall. It wouldn't do to fly through the air with his dick hanging down in broad daylight.
Luthor spent a week before he used the raygun again, he had plans to make. This second time he wanted to get more out of turning Superman into a elvin-faced, cock-hungry boy (God, his cock throbbed every time he thought about it, he'd carried around a near-constant erection ever since that fateful forest foray!) than a release of his ball-sac's cargo. To make this work this time, he needed to get Superman into a spot where the boy he'd become wouldn't be able to just fly away like he had the first time. But at the same time, he'd need to entice the Man of Steel to come where he was. Not to mention a place where he could hide his equipment from the pair of prying super-eyes.
The answer came to him in a relevation-like flash of inspiration. The Legion of Doom Headquarters itself! He had to do some convincing of the other villains in the Legion, but they agreed that the payoff was worth the risk.
Metropolis was in an uproar as the building-sized half-dome Legion Headquarters flew sedately over their skyscrapers. The building wasn't very fast but about twice was impressive as the Goodyear blimp, it got noticed. And before long, Superman was flying their way.
Seeing him on the scope, Luthor moved the Legion to fly away from the city; he wanted to be able to land and concentrate on the superhero about to fly into his trap. Now to try to minimize damage to his headquarters.
Superman approached and saw that the helicopter pad on top of the building had a wide open door. Good, he could fly in that way and maybe catch the Legion's occupants unawares. They'd been too conspicuous in their actions, he was meant to find them.
So he flew as cautiously as he could, but the Legion building seemed to be unoccupied. A few compartments were lead-lined, but....
There! That had to be Lex Luthor there, right in the middle of their Council Room chamber!
He flew through the corridors quietly as he could and found...a bed! Large, round and fitted with satin sheets of emerald green, and in the middle of it, lay Luthor in full Legion costume of green and purple, smiling at his entrance. "Welcome, Superman." he said. "Come on in. I've been waiting for you."
"I don't know how you got away from me the last time, Luthor." Superman said. "But this time I'm watching you." In this position, the superhero got a good look at the green-clad crotch, and the substantial bulge in there, Luthor had an erection! Superman blinked (what a tool that man had!), then forced himself to ignore it, focusing on the threat that was the man instead of the imposing dong those trousers contained.
"Watch me all you want." Luthor said as his hand on the far side from the superhero pushed a small button. He'd rigged the raygun to this remote control and it was aimed right where Superman was, so the Man of Steel was again lashed with the red beam. Again, the studly hero faltered, staggered, and shrank, in an instant the small boy with the elfin grin and rosy cheeks was back and looking at him.
"Uncle Luthor!" the boy beamed as he raced toward Luthor's arms. Luthor embraced the lad as he bounded up onto the bed and one hand reached down to palp the soft, round red-clad buttocks of the boy. The small lips reached for his and Luthor kissed his little super-lover gently and felt the small crotch laying over his own turgid dong. God, he'd been wanting this again for so long! He moved his hips, sending his package sliding against Kal-El's, and the child grinned and began to grind back at him.
Waves of sensual pleasure flowed through Luthor's body and he moaned as his little charge moved on top of him. He could feel the tiny dong in that super-powered body like a small fist that forced his prong to slide its cockskin back and forth as the child's hips moved it up and down. He was glad his experiments attempting to replicate the material of Superman's supercloth had gone this far, his super-stretchable pants clung to his body like glue and his hard cock was outlined in every detail, and the small red bulge of Superbaby's dong was moving his foreskin easily through this super-slender thread, letting every ripple and vein of his shaft feel every bit of that sweet baby-dick as it rubbed on his prong!
"Ooh, that's nice, Kal-El." he told the lad. "I like it when you rub me like this."
"Me, too!" Superbaby agreed. "This is fun!"
"It sure is." Luthor panted. Jesus, he was going to cream in his shorts if this kept up.
Fuck it! He decided. There was time, he wouldn't have the endless time of chasing the lad through the skies last last time. He gave himself to the joy and it overwhelmed him. "I'm coming, Kal-El, I'm coming!"
"Ooh, ohh, oh, oh!" Kal-El cried, the boy was in his own throes of climax.
Luthor panted and thrust his hips upwards, bouncing the boy upwards so that their bodies collided again and again as he orgasmed, and then he was ejaculating, filling his green pants with the hot seed of his liquid love, filling it and beyond, as the super-permeable cloth let this jizz flow through and it soaked the baby's famous red trunks with his hot criminal seed. Kal-El felt the heat of the fluid, moaned and shivered and held to Luthor desperately as his small-boy joy shook him and as the man beneath him moaned and thrashed about in ecstasy.
When both were silent and still, Kal-El raised up and asked, "Where's my Daddy?"
Luthor realized that for this boy, time had been in suspension, trapped in Superman's mind in a timeless statis, so the boy was still looking for his father as before. "He should be here soon. And when he does, you want to look good for him, don't you?
"Uh-huh."
"So let's get you cleaned up." Luthor said. "We'll get you out of those clothes and I can have them clean again in a short time." His own crotch was slimy with his jizz and he looked down at the dark, damp patch and said. "Me, too. So strip out of that and I'll go change and get your clothes in the washer."
Kal-el happily complied, soon he was a naked boy perkily perched on the green satin, and the illusion of an elfin creature was heightened by the sight. Luthor felt his cock jerk as he viewed it and he told his prick sternly to wait, this was all going according to plan. He hadn't planned to cream his pants, but beyond that.... "I think I hear your Daddy coming now." he told the eager boy. "Just wait here and I'll send him in to you in just a few minutes, and I'll spend the time getting this suit of yours washed out." He left with the blue-and-red bundle in his arms while the boy settled back to wait amiably.
Alone in the Legion anteroom, he held the small costume curiously. Amazing how stretchable this fabric was, it would cover the small boy or the adult Superman and never change its color or ability to cover its wearer. He wondered how far it would stretch. He'd tried forms of nylon for his own costume and found that when you stretch out ordinary nylon, it rapidly becomes transparent. Not this material!
He stripped from his own clothing, used his spunk-soaked pants to sponge his crotch clean and then tugged on the red-and-blue super-costume of Superman. He'd used this before, the fact that their faces were similar, not identical, exactly, but when that red-blue-and-yellow form stood before you, how well did you look at the face? He was counting on that now. A blue-black haired wig completed the form and he looked in the mirror and a Superman-double looked back at him. He grinned at himself and went back to the waiting boy.
Superbaby was almost as he had been before, perched kneeling, sitting on his heels, his hands on the bed to either side, watching intently. "Hello, Son!" Luthor called out benevolently.
"Daddy!" Kal-El called out and threw himself at his father-figure.
"Oof!" Luthor was nearly knocked down as the boy impacted him. "Easy now, easy, Son, you're getting stronger every day, you know!"
Kal-El giggled and said, "I've missed you, Daddy."
"I've missed you, too, Son. Have you been a good boy?"
"Uh-huh." Kal-El answered solemnly. "Playing with Uncle Luthor."
"He told me you've been playing with him." Luthor went on in his "father" persona. "In a very special way."
"Uh-huh. Very special." Superbaby agreed. "Fun!"
"I know it is." Luthor went on. "And I'm here to show you an even more fun way to play. Would you like that?"
"Yeah!" and Superbaby hugged Luthor's neck and Luthor's hand cupped the naked butt and squeezed it as he had before. He ferried his loving package of nude boy to the bed. All the cameras were trained on it, after all.
He lowered the boy to the bed and he kissed the small face, lips first, then cheeks and nose and chin and neck. Kal-El giggled as the soft lips touched, kissed, licked, inflamed his small body alive with soft sensations of moist tongue and lips playing on his form. Luthor reached at last the little dickie and it was standing tall as a soldier, and his lips caught it and sucked on it with an avidness that surprised even him. He'd never sucked any kind of cock before and now he was slurping away at the prick of his arch-nemesis' babyfied winkie! And enjoying it! He kept it up until the boy was moaning, close but not quite at, his boyish climax, and then he said, "That's enough for now. How about you love your Daddy's prick for a while, and get it nice and wet for me. Then I'll show you that something new I promised." He tugged at the yellow belt, unfastened it, then pulled his prong out of the red trunks, let it flop out eager and semi-erect, his fat balls still inside the red cloth.
Kal-El snickered as he scooted downwards, his little face caught the slippery dong and he lifted it upwards as he drew it into his mouth. The little mouth quickly sucked the shaft to rigid life and then he bobbed happily back and forth, and one little hand fondled the balls in the red trunks, rolling them around in a way both pleasurable and delightful.
Luthor closed his eyes and groaned as he enjoyed the sensations of having his manhood nursed on by a happy lad. He remembered the cameras and struck with his upper body a classic Superman pose, fists at his hips, grinning as he moved his hips to help the boy suck his cock down to the very base. A few more muscle poses, flexing his biceps as he thrust his hips forward for his super-powered baby-lover to bounce on unencumbered, and the boy was awakening more than simple pleasure from his shaft, he was rising to his climax. Not yet, not this way.
"Oh, oh, good enough, Son, now let Daddy show you a fun way to make Daddy cream."
"I like cream!"
"You'll like it this way even more." Luthor told his eager protege, and he persuaded the boy to get onto all fours and point those double orbs of pert boy buttocks toward his own body. "Now I'm going to slowly stick this into your happy hole. Would you like that?"
"Yeah!" Superbaby agreed.
"Here it comes, baby, hold on tight." Luthor pushed his glans against the tiny pink tuckerhole. "Feel that?"
"Feels good!"
"It'll feel better in a little bit. But it may hurt some first."
He pushed and for a moment wondered if the super-flesh would resist such a penetration. But the sphincter had to be able to flex to allow excretions; it opened for him, and the flesh there was elastic to an extent flesh in other points wasn't, it was stretched to its limits and Superbaby was grunting some, then the glans popped inside him. "There, that's got the head in. How does that feel?"
"Feels nice." Superbaby wriggled and Luthor found his cock being pulled inside the young body. The boy's ass-muscles flexed and it was sucked in even further, almost two inches of his shaft were now inside the lad. His red-clad balls now rested against the peach-toned, peach-soft flesh of the sweet baby buns.
"Easy, Son, easy." Luthor grunted. Damn, this felt good! He wondered if the Gigleemian had a way to keep his arch-foe at this age forever? Superman was a pain in the ass, Superbaby was turning out to be a joy in his cock!
He pushed again and his prong slid in easily. The boy's muscles were adaptable and eager, and the boy only moaned as his young prostate (he'd wondered if the boy had one, he did though it felt like four lobes instead of two with a small space between them) was rubbed by the flare of his glans.
He pushed in to where his balls rested against those satin-feeling orbs of buttocks and said, "Okay, baby, I'm all the way inside you. How does that feel?"
"That's good, Daddy! Do it some more!"
Luthor pulled out and then pushed back in. "Here's more for you."
"Ooh, ooh! More, Daddy, more!"
Luthor did it again, quicker. "Like this?"
"Uh-huh. More, more!"
Luthor began to move steadily and the boy only moaned out, "More, Daddy, more, more!"
"More, Son, more!" Luthor groaned. "Much, much more!"
He began to slam in and out of the boy, rocking the lad back and forth like a creaky sawhorse when you sawed a beam atop it. Each plunge into the child earned an "oh!" each pull out an "ah!" in a ceaseless cry of joy, "Oh-ah-oh-ah-oh-ah-oh-ah!"
He grasped the small body and lifted it upwards, high enough so that the cameras could capture the fact that his hard cock was actually inside the small young ass. Superbaby laughed and used his flying power to pivot on Luthor's cock like a pig on a spit, and he was then face to face and he clung to Luthor's chest barrel. Luthor laughed and held the small body against his (are you getting all this, cameras?) and fucked the boy in mid-air. Boucing up and down, Kal-El screamed out in joy and his body shook, the spunk-less climax shaking his body in Luthor's clutches.
"Good boy, good boy!" Luthor praised his fuck-tool. "Daddy made his baby come, didn't he?"
"Oh, oh, yes!" Superbaby moaned. "More, Daddy, do it more!"
"Yes, baby, yes. Daddy's going to come, now, baby, Daddy's coming, coming!" Luthor moaned. He slammed hard into the boy's buttocks as his climax seized him, hard slaps that would have split a normal human baby in half no doubt, so hard he was thrusting into the little boy-ass. "Ah-hah-AH-AHH-AHH-HUHH-KNNNNNNHHHH!"
Hot spunk shot into the boy's bowels and he moaned as he felt the spunk in his body. "Ooh, Daddy, you creamed in my bum-bum!" he gasped. "It's so warm!"
"Ahh-ahh-ahhh!" Luthor panted. "So hot, baby, so hot. Daddy loves fucking his hot little boy!"
"I love you, too, Daddy!" Kal-El gasped. "Ooh, oh, Daddy!"
Luthor laid the exhausted, panting boy on the bed, saw the wavering of the body as he began to disrobe! Shit, too soon! He'd spent more time doing this than he'd thought!
He tore off the supersuit fast as he could. If he could manage to get the Superdolt out the door before he changed and came to.
Too late. A naked, adult Superman lay on the bed, holding his head. He looked up at Luthor, now stepping out of the suit's hose (its last article with the rest on the floor) and Luthor realized the remote lay right beside the man on the bed.
Superman followed his eyes and grasped the remote, pressed it...and Luthor felt the red bolt strike him and the world whirled before him.
He came to some time later, lying on the bed. Sat up and looked around. Alone...no, over there, Superman was seated on the couch before the scanner, watching a scene.
On it was...a small, bald-headed boy was gnawing at Superman's red-clad crotch. Superman was smiling and he reached down and took out his cock and the boy feasted on it hungrily.
"Superman?" Luthor called. Realized he was stark naked.
"Are you awake, Luthor?" Superman asked. "I was just enjoying the coverage you gave our little...escapade. Your computer is erasing it as it plays, by the way, your own action is already deleted. From this computer, that is, I made myself a backup for my own personal viewing pleasure, I may let you borrow it one day."
Luthor realized the boy on the screen was himself! "You and I had sex after I became a boy?"
"Why not?" Superman asked, as if the question were logical. "You did it to me while I was a boy."
"But...but...."
"All I had to do was figure out how to keep my younger self keep you busy while the effects wore off. A bit of self-hypnosis and implanted suggestion took care of that. Each time the machine is used, the effect lasts a short length of time."
"I thought I had another ten or fifteen minutes." Luthor admitted. "You caught me by surprise."
"Yes, well, I also had to make myself able to remember everything that happened." Superman went on. "So I knew all about the remote you had for the ray."
"But...but how did you even know about it to begin with?" Luthor asked. On the screen, he watched as Superman stuffed his cock into the Luthor-baby and enthusiastically begin to fuck the boy, who was moaning in joy as he was super-fucked. "I didn't know I had it in me?"
Superman followed his eyes. "Yes, you were quite the little fuck-happy boy."
"So were you. So how did you know?"
"You bought the ray from a Gigleemian named Brexxok." Superman said.
"Yes." Luthor admitted.
"Gigleemians also sell information and Brexxok had a ready sale of what he knew about your plans. I got a call from him soon after our first...meeting, saying he had information to sell me." Superman went on. "He wanted iridium, so I fetched him a small asteroid with a high proportion of iridium and he told me all about it."
"I see." Luthor said. "So now what? Back to prison for me?"
"Not at all." Superman said. "I also bought from the Gigleemian a device to make the ray more powerful. And you don't develop a tolerance for the enhanced ray." Superman stood up. "I'll take the ray gun with me. I'll send you coordinates in a few days, meet me there and we'll take turns with the ray gun."
"Take turns?" On the screen, Superman was climaxing and the Luthor-baby was shuddering right along with him."
"Certainly. I do you and you do me. We can flip for who goes first."
Luthor felt a smile on his own face. "Fair enough."
"Oh, and by the way...?"
"Yes?"
"Never trust a Gigleemian."
"I'll remember that." Luthor promised.
THE END
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