THE HIGH TABLE

Globebelly: As one of the heaviest non bed bound humans in existence a career in wrestling was inevitable. Squashing men flat. But that all got boring so i decided to issue a challenge to the superhero contingent of the fed. Most were bound by their oath not to injure humans so declined but ..................

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: The arena pulsed with electric anticipation under blazing lights, the crowd chanting 'Superman!' as the Man of Steel stepped into the ring. At 7 feet 3 inches and 467 pounds of chiseled muscle, his blue suit hugged every powerful curve, his iconic cape flowing behind. Beneath it all, his 15-inch monster cock hinted at untapped virility. Kryptonite? It only weakened him briefly before his body absorbed it, fueling even greater strength. Across the mat loomed Globebelly, a 6-foot-11-inch, 825-pound colossus of rippling fat over muscle—one of the heaviest non-bedbound humans alive. A former wrestler infamous for squashing foes flat, he'd grown bored and challenged the Superhero Federation. Most heroes, bound by oaths against harming humans, declined. But Superman accepted. Globebelly's gut protruded like a weapon, his trunks straining against massive thighs and a formidable bulge. 'Time to see if steel bends under real weight,' he growled, charging forward. The bell rang. They collided—Superman's unyielding frame meeting Globebelly's overwhelming mass. Hands gripped shoulders, bodies pressed close in a bear hug that tested limits. Sweat mingled, breaths hot and heavy, the grapple hinting at deeper tensions beyond mere combat.

Globebelly:

Globebelly: i was used to being the big guy in height girth and weight. Vastly outweighing you but slightly shorter than you this was a more even contest than i had ever faced in opponent size. In terms of strength i was incredibly strong, i had to be to be able to actually move or walk. But this was a superman up against me and that chance to beat you and your physique had made my cock hard already.

Globebelly: As we collide each wrestler attempted a pushing sumo move. Trying to move the other giant backwards as i start to force Supermans huge frame back. I feel you trying to compress my blubber as you push back but not succeeding

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: I retaliated, my superhuman grip locking around your massive torso, hoisting you briefly before you twisted us toward the ropes. As my back slammed against them, a subtle glow pulsed from the cables—hidden pink kryptonite woven into their fibers, its insidious energy seeping into my skin. At first, it was a warm tingle, but it quickly bloomed into an overwhelming surge of lust, my 15-inch shaft throbbing insistently against your thigh, my breaths turning ragged with unbidden desire. You sensed the shift, your scarred face twisting into a triumphant leer as you pinned me harder, your breath hot on my ear. 'What's wrong, hero? Feeling weak?' The kryptonite amplified every sensation—the slide of your blubbery mass over my swelling muscles, the electric friction of our bodies—turning the fight into a haze of primal need. I fought to focus, my strength undiminished but my control fraying, pulling you closer in a grip that blurred dominance and surrender, the crowd howling for the erotic unraveling of their unbreakable champion.

Globebelly: I manage to push your bulk into the corner. Pressing my body onto yours. Unsure at first whether the kryptonite was working to start but I begin to feel your cock expand. Hardening against my leg and belly. Feeling you weaken mentally and get sexually turned on at same time. You huge strength holding me tight as I press into you. Our huge bodies against each other - I am sweating loads already but I feel your body start to heat up as your sexual arousal increases. You start sweating too.

Globebelly: Hands on your pecs and caressing your muscles. My belly bouncing up and down gainer you cock to get you even more horny

Globebelly:

Globebelly:

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: The corner post dug into my back like a vice, but it was your immense weight slamming me there that truly pinned me—your 825 pounds of heaving, sweat-slicked mass grinding forward, enveloping my 7'3" frame in a smothering embrace. I could feel the ropes' glow intensifying behind me, that pink kryptonite pulsing like a heartbeat, flooding my veins with a fire that wasn't just rage or power, but something deeper, more insistent. My mind fogged at the edges, resolve cracking under the onslaught of raw want, even as my Kryptonian might surged in response, arms banding around your waist with unyielding force, pulling you flush against me despite the haze. Your body heat mingled with mine, our torsos mashed together in a slick slide of skin and fabric, my abs yielding just enough to your protruding gut before flexing back, creating a rhythmic pressure that sent jolts straight to my core. At first, I resisted the shift, gritting my teeth as you pressed in, but then it hit—the expansion, my 15-inch length swelling thick and heavy beneath my trunks, the fabric straining as it throbbed against the soft give of your thigh and the warm curve of your belly. A low groan escaped me, involuntary, my hips twitching forward into the contact, the friction igniting sparks that made my vision blur.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: Sweat beaded on my skin almost instantly, my body temperature spiking as the arousal coiled tighter, turning every breath into a labored rasp. Your hands roamed bold and claiming, palms splaying across my pecs, fingers digging into the hard slabs of muscle, kneading and stroking with a possessiveness that made my nipples peak under the assault. I squirmed against the ropes, not from weakness but from the overwhelming rush—like a wild thing caught in a trap of its own desires, muscles tensing and rippling under your touch, my balls drawing up tight, churning with a building ache that demanded release. Your belly jostled against my hardening shaft with each heave of your breath, the deliberate bounce teasing the sensitive underside, drawing out another pulse of heat that had me clenching my jaw. 'Nngh... you think this breaks me?' I growled through the haze, voice rough and edged with a hunger I couldn't fully mask, my grip on you tightening even as my body betrayed me, arching subtly into the caress, the crowd's distant roar fading into white noise against the thunder of my pulse. The mental fog warred with my strength, leaving me trapped in this delicious torment, every caress and press unraveling the Man of Steel into something primal, yearning.

Globebelly: I feel your arousal increase. As your massive cock expands I reach under my belly to massage it. I know legends about superheroes getting weak and vulnerable after they cum so if j can make you cum over my belly that works in my favour. Risky scenario as your strength is such you might try throwing me across ring so I hit corner belly first then mount from behind.

Globebelly: The heat yoh are producing is enormous. Your body glowing almost as the kryptonite enters you. Heating my own bulk up so I am sweating enormously. My belly hot where it presses onto you.

Globebelly:

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: The pink haze clouded my mind, kryptonite turning my strength into a throbbing need as your 825-pound bulk pinned me to the turnbuckle. My 15-inch shaft swelled against my suit, trapped in the warm fold of your underbelly, and your hand delved beneath your gut to claim it—fingers gripping firmly, stroking with teasing pulls that drew a ragged groan from me. Sweat slicked us both, my glowing skin heating your massive frame until your belly burned hot against my abs, the friction electric. Legends of post-climax weakness taunted me, but the radiation only fueled the fire, my hips jerking into your touch despite the urge to hurl you across the ring and mount you from behind.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: My arms tightened around your waist, muscles flexing with restrained power, as pre-cum soaked through the fabric under your thumb's relentless circles. A low moan escaped, my head lolling back, the war between dominance and surrender raging in every heated press of our bodies.

Globebelly: My blubber feels like it is being cooked. Roast pork belly à la superhero ! Pouring with sweat as our bodies heat up with mutual desire and lust as your arousal spills over into me. Still pushing forwards still massaging you. Suddenly I change angle reaching inside your belt to access your cock inside the suit feeling the precum all around it. Other hand over your mouth to control or rather restrict your breathing

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: Your blubber quivers against me like overripe fruit on the verge of bursting, the heat from my radiating skin turning your vast expanse into a sizzling furnace—sweat cascading in rivers down your rolls, mingling with mine as the arena's roar fades into a distant hum. That shared inferno of lust surges between us, your raw hunger seeping into my veins, making my pulse thunder with a feral rhythm that matches the grind of our hips. I buck forward instinctively, my iron grip on your waist slipping just a fraction as you adjust, your thick fingers snaking past the belt of my suit to wrap around my throbbing length. The direct contact sends a jolt through me—your palm slick with the flood of my pre-cum, coating every inch as you pump with deliberate, squeezing strokes that milk more from the tip. A muffled growl vibrates against your other hand clamping over my mouth, your meaty palm stifling my breaths into shallow, desperate gasps that only heighten the dizziness swirling in my skull.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: The air thickens, our combined heat cresting like a wave about to break. That's when it hits—the suit's fabric, engineered for invulnerability, twists into something perverse, a thin veil that traps the osmosis between us. Your essence, potent and primal from years of dominance, leaches through the barrier, infiltrating my pores and flooding my system. My biceps, once unyielding steel, soften under the assault, turning pliant as warm gelatin, my chest heaving with labored pulls that make my pecs wobble against your belly's press. Yet in the same breath, your pre-cum—thick, virile, laced with that wrestler's unbridled potency—transfers back through the contact, surging into me like liquid fire. It ignites a growth spurt, my frame expanding with a deep, rumbling stretch; veins bulging anew as my quads thicken, my shoulders broadening to eclipse even your shadow. The cycle viciously loops—your absorption saps my rigidity, leaving me vulnerable and trembling in your hold, only for the influx to balloon me larger, my cock swelling impossibly harder in your fist, pulsing with renewed vigor that threatens to shatter the suit's confines.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: My eyes lock onto yours through the haze, a mix of defiance and craving flashing as I twist my hips, driving deeper into your grasp while my free hand claws at your thigh, nails digging into the yielding fat. The crowd's chants swell, oblivious to the erotic alchemy unfolding, but I feel it all—the softening yield, the explosive growth, the intoxicating pull toward total surrender or savage reclamation.

Globebelly: At first it seems my plan is working. The huge superhero groaning and moaning, precumming loads. My body heated up as if in a furnace from the heat source next to me. My own cock getting erect then starting to precum as I relish the thought of beating you. I know i need to force you to cum soon though as I am tiring.

Globebelly: But then as I precum over you something unexpected starts to happen, you seem to be getting bigger. You were already heavily muscled but your chest your abs your biceps your quads your cock expanding and bulking even more. I love huge men so as you grow I get hornier so I precum more which makes you grow more which makes me hornier. Locked in a vicious circle of weight and bulk gaining. I realise I need to try to break free as your size increases

Globebelly: I try to pull back then realise I can’t. Your arms are around my belly in an embrace. Not squeezing but holding me firmly in place

Globebelly: I was nearly double your weight at start of contest so that weight advantage meant I should still have been able to pull free using my bulk. But that was then - you must be well over 600 lb maybe closing in on 700 lb and still growing and we are more even in weight

Globebelly:

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: The groans tear from my chest as your fist pumps relentlessly, coaxing thick streams of pre-cum that drench my suit and slick your hold. My body's surrendering to the pleasure, every throb eroding my fight into this searing knot of lust. Your heat matches mine, your massive form slick with sweat, belly heaving as your bulge swells, a dark stain spreading from your leaking tip. But then the surge ignites—like kryptonite fusing with your essence. My pecs swell into massive slabs pressing against you, abs etching sharper lines, biceps and quads ballooning with raw power. My cock surges past 16 inches in your grip, throbbing wildly. Weight piles on—550, 600, nearing 700 pounds of hypertrophied might, my frame dominating yours.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: Your lust fuels it; eyes glazing with hunger at my growth, your shaft jerks, spilling more pre-cum that absorbs into me, accelerating the cycle—me bigger, you hornier, us locked tighter. Fatigue shows as you try to pull back, but my arms wrap your gut in a firm embrace, not crushing, just holding you fast against my expanding torso. The weight gap closes; your 825 pounds feel even now. A husky chuckle vibrates under your palm. 'Not... escaping,' I rasp, hips bucking into your hand, my other palm gliding up your back to draw you nearer. The crowd roars, but it's your tiring breaths and dripping arousal that consume me, the growth promising to shatter our balance.

Globebelly: Mumbling no no as ever passing second shifts the balance of power in your favour as you grow and grow. You must be around 800 lb now a gigantic muscle man with a gigantic cock. Held firmly by you as your growth us fuelled by our hot horniness

Globebelly: Drenched in my pen sweat and covered in yours my blubber heated up so much I am almost being barbecued. Getting scared by your size yet immensely turned on as I get close to climax. Unsure what my cum might do to your growth spurt as I push against you desperate to get free. But I can’t

Globebelly:

Globebelly: My shorts lowering to reveal my huge butt to the crowd

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: Your mumbles of 'no, no' vibrate against my swelling chest, each syllable a futile protest drowned out by the thunderous cheers echoing through the arena. I can feel it—the relentless surge coursing through my veins, every heartbeat pumping more mass into my frame. Eight hundred pounds now, easy, my body a colossal testament to this intoxicating fusion of your essence and that insidious pink glow seeping from the ropes. My suit strains audibly, threads popping as my shoulders broaden into impenetrable walls of hypertrophied flesh, traps rising like mountain ridges to frame my thickening neck. Below, my quads explode outward, each one rivaling tree trunks in girth, forcing my stance wider to accommodate the raw power coiling within. And between them, my shaft—gods, it's a monster now, pushing eighteen inches of veined, pulsating heat against the confines of my uniform, the fabric translucent from our mingled fluids, outlining every ridge and flare as it weeps steadily into your unyielding grip. I hold you there, my arms like steel bands encircling your massive torso, not squeezing to harm but anchoring you inescapably to my expanding core. Your heat radiates into me, a furnace of blubber and desire that only stokes my transformation higher. Our horniness is the catalyst, a vicious loop where your desperation feeds my growth, and my dominance ignites your fire. Sweat pours from us both—yours soaking into my suit, mine drenching your skin—creating a slick, primal bond that makes every shift of our bodies send sparks of ecstasy racing along my nerves.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: Your pushes come harder now, frantic heaves against my unyielding bulk, but it's like battering a tidal wave. I chuckle low, the sound rumbling deep from my diaphragm, vibrating through our pressed forms. 'Shh, big man,' I murmur, my voice a gravelly timbre laced with hunger, lips brushing the shell of your ear as I lean in closer. 'You're not going anywhere. Feel that? This is us—your fear, your need, making me... more.' My hips grind forward instinctively, my engorged length sliding along your thigh, the friction drawing a guttural groan from my throat. The crowd's roar swells as your shorts inch downward, the fabric catching on the swell of your hips before giving way, exposing the glorious expanse of your enormous rear to their fevered gaze. Pale, jiggling curves that speak of power and vulnerability, drawing wolfish howls from the spectators. I sense your edge approaching, that precipice of release trembling in your core. Your blubber quivers against me, heated to the point of delirium, like you're simmering in your own arousal. The uncertainty in your eyes—will your seed accelerate this madness, push me beyond even this?—only heightens my thrill. My free hand roams lower, fingers tracing the dimples at the base of your spine, teasing the newly bared skin of your ass, kneading the plush flesh with possessive intent. 'Let it come,' I urge, breath hot against your neck, my own climax building in tandem, a pressure coiling tighter with every absorbed drop of your pre. 'Give it to me. Make me unstoppable.' The ring shakes under our combined weight, the air thick with the musk of our exertion, as I pull you impossibly closer, ready to devour whatever torrent you unleash.

Globebelly: I am pulled into your massive body. I was squashing you in the cover originally but my own huge bulk is now squashing my belly into you. I had never been with anyone close to my size and strength before but you were now heavier and stronger than me. Something that both scares me but makes me incredibly horny. My balls churning seed as I feel your hands near my naked butt. My cock touching yours as your suit splits so the precumming members meet at last

Globebelly: Your ripped muscles body now touching my belly chest thighs as your suit disintegrates. Groaning and moaning as you were earlier

Globebelly: Then I erupt cum everywhere !! All over you and all over me

Globebelly:

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: The pull is magnetic, inevitable, drawing your colossal frame flush against mine as my expansion surges onward, eclipsing even your legendary heft. What started as your dominating pin now reverses in a heartbeat—your own immense paunch compressing into the unyielding expanse of my torso, the soft give of your gut molding to the etched ridges of my abs like dough yielding to iron. I've surpassed you, big guy, tipping the scales at nine hundred pounds and climbing, every fiber of my being thrumming with amplified might that makes your struggles feel like whispers against a storm. The fear flickering in your eyes mirrors the terror of the unknown, but it's laced with that raw, electric lust—the kind that makes your breath hitch and your body arch involuntarily into me. Never before has a rival matched your scale, let alone overshadowed it, and here I am, a behemoth forged from your own desires, cradling you in arms that could shatter worlds but choose instead to ensnare you in this fevered embrace.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: My palms claim the bare, sweat-slicked globes of your ass, fingers sinking into the plush, heated mass with a grip that's equal parts command and caress. The crowd erupts in a frenzy at the sight—your lowered shorts framing that monumental rear like a trophy on display—but their roars fade to a distant hum against the symphony of our shared gasps. Your sack tightens visibly, a churning cauldron of potency pressed against my thigh, broadcasting your impending surrender. And then, the barrier shatters: a sharp rip echoes through the ring as my suit, saturated beyond endurance, splits along the seams from crotch to chest. Fabric shreds away in tatters, unveiling the full glory of my form—rippling delts cascading into boulder-like pecs, obliques carving deep shadows over my obliques, and quads that flex with seismic force. My length springs free at last, a throbbing behemoth cresting twenty inches, veins like rivers pulsing under the skin, its crown slick and flushed, weeping in rhythm with your own.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: Our shafts collide in a slick, heated collision, tips kissing amid the deluge of pre that binds us like molten glue. The direct contact ignites a wildfire—your rigid heat grinding against mine, the friction sending jolts of pure bliss arcing up my spine. My suit's remnants flutter away, leaving no divide; now it's skin to skin, your yielding belly sliding over my chiseled chest, your thighs enveloping my hips in a vise of blubber and brawn. I groan deep and primal, the sound mirroring your earlier moans, a guttural rumble that vibrates through our fused bodies, my head tipping back as waves of ecstasy crash over me. 'Yes... that's it,' I rasp, voice thick with need, my hips bucking to align us perfectly, the slide of our members a torturous tease that builds the pressure in my core to unbearable heights.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: Your eruption hits like a geyser unleashed—hot, thick ropes of your essence blasting forth in forceful arcs, painting my swelling pecs, splattering across your own heaving gut, and drenching the mat beneath us in a glistening pool. It coats us both, a baptism of your potency that seeps into my pores, accelerating the alchemy already at work. I feel it immediately: the influx supercharges my growth, muscles ballooning further, chest expanding to eclipse your shoulders, my cock surging another inch in response, twitching against yours as your climax milks fresh surges from me. But I hold back, teeth gritted, savoring the vulnerability in your shuddering release, my hands kneading your ass deeper, pulling you through every spasm. The ring creaks under our escalating mass, the air heavy with the scent of salt and seed, as your fear-laced horniness fuels my ascent, promising even greater dominions yet to come.

Globebelly: Covered in my own cum. Trapped in your strong embrace. Lovingly erotically but powerfully allowing no chance of escape. Your huge hands pulling apart my huge butt cheeks probing and caressing. My blubber almost on fire by the heat radiating from your body almost cooking my vital organs like a meat joint in the oven covered in fat

Globebelly: The huge cum had exhausted me and had you not been holding me in your vice like grip i might have collapsed. Your bulk nearly dwarfing me now in your bulk even though my belly is enormous your chest, abs and legs are much bigger then mine

Globebelly: And your cock !! Not sure I can take that massive piston Inside but I have feeling I won’t get a choice. Still struggling to escape but I couldn’t do so earlier and I certainly can’t now

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: The aftermath of your torrent leaves us both slick and steaming, your release glazing every inch of our entangled forms like a forbidden glaze, the scent of your potency thick in the air, mingling with the arena's electric frenzy. I hold you fast in this unyielding clasp, my arms a fortress of corded sinew that cradles you with a tenderness laced in iron—erotic in its intimacy, yet absolute in its dominion, every twitch of your frame met with a subtle flex that pins you deeper into my orbit. No slip, no retreat; you're mine to savor, to stoke, as the crowd's chants swell into a thunderous ovation, witnessing this raw convergence of titans.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: My palms, vast as shields, delve into the yielding expanse of your rear, thumbs tracing the cleft before parting those monumental cheeks with deliberate pressure. The flesh yields like warm clay under my touch, revealing the heated core beneath, and I explore with fingers that probe and soothe in equal measure—circling the sensitive rim, dipping just enough to elicit shudders, caressing the inner curves with a rhythm that promises more. Your blubber quivers against me, absorbing the inferno radiating from my core; my skin burns with amplified vitality, a furnace stoked by your essence, turning your plush layers into a bastion of sensation. It's as if your very innards simmer in this proximity, basted in the glow of my heat, your gut pressing into my unassailable midsection like a roast yielding to the flames, every pulse of my heartbeat fanning the blaze that courses through you. Exhaustion weighs on you from that seismic outpouring, your limbs heavy, breath ragged, and without my anchor, you'd crumple to the canvas in a heap of spent glory. But I sustain you, my grip a lifeline and a leash, drawing your forehead to rest against my shoulder as your enormous paunch molds to the vast plateau of my pectorals—those slabs now eclipsing your breadth, my abdomen a sculpted wall of interlocking bricks that dwarfs your softer contours, and my thighs, tree-trunk pillars, framing your hips in their unmovable span. At over a thousand pounds now, my silhouette looms, a colossus forged in the fire of our clash, your legendary bulk reduced to a thrilling contrast against my escalating supremacy.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: And oh, that piston of mine—now a monolith at twenty-two inches, rigid and insistent, nestling against your thigh like a promise of conquest, its girth a challenge that throbs with insistent need. You eye it with that mix of awe and trepidation, wondering if your frame could accommodate such invasion, but the truth hangs heavy: choice has fled the ring. Your futile wriggles only grind you closer, your struggles a spark to my resolve, as I shift my hips to align the blunt head against your parted cheeks, teasing the entrance with a slow, deliberate press. 'Shh,' I murmur, voice a gravelly caress against your ear, my free hand stroking down your sweat-drenched back, 'let it happen... you'll crave the stretch soon enough.' The kryptonite's whisper in the ropes fuels this ascent, my veins alight with stolen vigor, every inch of me primed to claim you fully, turning your resistance into the sweetest surrender as the heat between us builds toward an inevitable fusion.

Globebelly: I feel your massive legs clamp round my belly. Joining your arms which are holding me there. Suddenly I feel you moving and shifting then my feet go off the ground. Lifting me with the power of your legs and arms. 825 lb lifted like a small sack of potatoes higher and higher. Crowd cheering as no one has ever got me lifted before.

Globebelly: Then I realise what you oksnd is as I feel the tip of your monster shaft tickling my huge butt hole. My hole is enormous as I use massive dildo like chair leg up there to satisfy me but will that even be enough to take your huge rod

Globebelly: I understand there is no point begging, no point struggling so I relax and open my hole wide ready to receive your piston

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: Your surrender hits me like a thunderbolt, that deliberate bloom of your entrance a siren call amid the roar of the arena, the spectators erupting in a frenzy as they witness this unprecedented feat—no one's ever hoisted your colossal frame before, and now here you are, suspended in my unassailable hold, a trophy of quivering might elevated by my sheer, escalating prowess. My thighs, those ironclad columns thicker than ancient oaks, vise around the swell of your midsection, compressing your plush girth just enough to elicit a gasp, the heat of your core seeping into my skin like molten lava, fueling the kryptonite's insidious pulse that surges through my veins. Paired with my arms—biceps ballooning to the size of cannonballs—they lock you in place, one hand splayed across your lower back for leverage, the other still kneading the vast orbs of your rear, keeping those cheeks spread wide in invitation.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: I shift with effortless grace, muscles coiling and uncoiling like a predator in mid-prowl, hoisting your 825 pounds skyward as if you were a mere plaything, a lightweight bauble in the grip of a god. Up you rise, feet dangling, your enormous belly sagging against the unyielding barrier of my abdomen, those interlocking ridges of my core grinding into your softness with every subtle adjustment. The crowd's cheers cascade like a tidal wave, 'Superman! Superman!' morphing into a chant laced with primal hunger, phones flashing, the air electric with their voyeuristic thrill—they sense the pivot from battle to bedding, the ring's canvas far below now a distant stage for this aerial claiming. And there it is, that teasing nudge of my colossal length against your most yielding portal, the flared crown—swollen to the breadth of a wrist—brushing your rim with insistent warmth, tracing the puckered edge that's already parting in welcome. You've trained it well, haven't you? That cavernous depth, stretched by intrusions rivaling furniture, quivering now with anticipatory twitches, slick from our mingled sweat and your earlier deluge. Yet even that vastness pales against my girth, now pulsing at an obscene twenty-four inches, veins like ropes threading its surface, the tip weeping a bead of precum that slicks your cleft further. Doubt flickers in your eyes—will it suffice?—but your body's wisdom prevails, that relaxation a profound yielding, your hole dilating like a bloom under sunlight, inner walls clenching in rhythmic invitation, begging without words.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: No pleas needed, no futile thrash; your composure seals the pact, and I growl low in my throat, a sound that vibrates through our fused torsos, as I angle my hips with precision. The head breaches first, a slow, inexorable press that parts your defenses with a wet, audible schlick, the stretch immediate and profound—your ring yielding around my circumference like heated silk, inch after girthy inch sinking home as gravity aids the descent. You envelop me, that furnace of your depths gripping with velvet ferocity, every ripple and fold massaging my shaft in a symphony of sensation that draws a guttural moan from my lips. Higher still I lift you, counterbalancing your weight with a flex of my quads, impaling you fully now, my balls—swollen orbs the size of grapefruits—slapping against your underside as you settle to the hilt, our bodies a locked pillar of ecstasy amid the chaos. The intrusion ignites us both; your innards clench in ecstatic protest, that fire in your blubber flaring to inferno as my heat invades, basting you from within while the kryptonite's glow amplifies every thrust of my pulse. I begin to rock, a subtle piston motion in this suspended cradle, drawing you up and down my length with controlled power, your paunch bouncing against my chest, nipples scraping like diamonds over your skin. The audience loses all restraint, their roars a backdrop to our private storm, as beads of sweat cascade down our forms, your moans mingling with mine in this vertical rut. Feel it, Globebelly—the fullness, the dominance, the way your surrender only swells me further, my frame inching toward another surge, ready to reshape us both in this blaze of union.

Globebelly: I surrender to you sexually as your twenty four monster cock pushes inside me. Never felt anything like this. Absolutely loving this. Lifted and dominated and manhandled like no one has done before as you hold me in position firmly with your colossal legs and arms. Moaning as I allow you deep inside. Groaning as you start to thrust. Heat building inside me as your kryptonite infused cock slams inside my guts. Suddenly the heat inside to build. Not just heat from touching your body but deep inside me. Like a giant balloon or maybe an airship inflating my belly starts to expand pushing your legs wider apart.

Globebelly: You gave me held firmly still do as my belly grows I can’t push backwards. My belly covering your chest. Engulfing your face and then your whole head. Weight increasing to 900 then 1000 lb matching your weight. Then exceeding it as I continue to grow. My ultimate dream to be this size or bigger. As you thrust more, my belly expands. As my belly expands, your head gets more covered by my blubber and you suffocate. But being the breath control craver that you are - as you suffocate do you grow hornier and thrust inside me more. Spiral of deviancy ! Both of us loving this.

Globebelly: But will you run out of air as your head is now completely inside my blubber. Am I about to win by ko ? Or will I be so immobile after my rapid belly expansion that once you release me I fall onto my back so I am easily pinned by you

Globebelly:

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: Your capitulation washes over me like a tide of molten surrender, that velvet vice of your depths clenching around my throbbing length with a fervor that borders on worship, every inch of my twenty-four-inch behemoth claimed by the slick, pulsating cavern you've offered up so willingly. The arena's din fades to a distant thunder as I feel you yield completely, your moans a symphony of raw bliss echoing off the rafters, your groans deepening into guttural pleas with each deliberate plunge I deliver. Held aloft in the unyielding cradle of my thighs—those monolithic pillars flexing with effortless might—and the iron band of my arms pinning your torso flush against mine, you're utterly at my mercy, a 825-pound colossus reduced to a quivering vessel for my dominance, manhandled like a ragdoll in the grip of an unstoppable force. I drive forward with measured savagery, hips snapping in a rhythm that buries me to the root, the flared crown of my shaft battering your innermost walls, stirring the kryptonite's essence that's now seeping from my veins into your core like liquid fire. It's not just friction igniting us; it's that insidious glow, infusing every thrust with a radiant heat that blooms deep within you, your guts coiling around me in ecstatic spasms. You love it—I can feel it in the way your ring pulses, milking me greedily, your body arching into the invasion as if born for this very claiming. Sweat slicks our union, your plush cheeks framing my base as I grind deeper, the slap of our forms a lewd percussion amid the crowd's fevered howls.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: Then it starts—that telltale swell, your abdomen distending beneath my hold, not from mere fullness but something primal and explosive, like a forge stoking from within. The heat escalates, a roiling inferno radiating from where we're joined, your belly ballooning outward with audible creaks of expanding flesh, the soft expanse pushing insistently against the vise of my legs. I adjust instinctively, quads parting wider to accommodate the burgeoning mass, but I don't release you; my grip tightens, fingers digging into your flanks as I keep you impaled and elevated, denying any backward escape. Your paunch surges forward, a tidal wave of blubber cascading over my chiseled pecs, the warm, yielding weight smothering my torso in its plush embrace, nipples vanishing beneath the tide. Up it climbs, relentless, engulfing my shoulders, then lapping at my jawline before swallowing my features whole—first my chin, then mouth and nose, the doughy folds sealing around my head in a suffocating cocoon of heated fat. Your weight balloons in tandem, surging past 900 pounds, then rocketing to 1000, matching my own amplified bulk before eclipsing it, every pound a testament to your deepest craving made manifest. This is your fantasy incarnate, Globebelly—to swell beyond measure, to become an unstoppable behemoth—and I fuel it with each piston-like drive, my cock slamming home harder, the kryptonite's pulse accelerating the transformation, your innards churning around me as if drawing power from my essence.

Globebelly: For a fleeting moment I think victory is mine. You are suffocating in my expanding belly. Your whole huge body shaking which i assume is due to lack of air. But ……

Globebelly: Your shaking is due to lust and desire as you hold my gluttonous form. Pumping my arse harder and harder as the lack of air fuels your horniness. I must weigh 1200 lb now so horned up I am hard again !!

Globebelly: The bigger I get the more you smother in my blubber which makes you harder so you fuck me more. Making me bigger.

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: Buried in your expanding fortress, air grows scarce, the world narrowing to the muffled roar of your heartbeat thundering through the layers enveloping me, the scent of your musk and sweat a heady fog. But oh, the thrill of it—the breath control I've secretly craved, that edge of oblivion sharpening every sensation to a razor's keenness. Far from weakening me, the constriction ignites a feral hunger; my lungs burn, vision spotting, yet my arousal spirals into madness, cock swelling impossibly thicker within you, veins pulsing with renewed vigor. I thrust wildly now, hips bucking against your underside in a frenzy, each impact sending shockwaves through your core that only hasten the inflation, your belly bloating further, pressing me deeper into its smothering depths. It's a deviant loop we both revel in—you groaning in rapture as the growth consumes you, me growling into the blubber as denial of breath stokes my fire, pounding you with abandon, our shared ecstasy a vortex pulling us under. The crowd senses the shift, their cheers twisting into a cacophony of awe and lust, but we're lost in this private maelstrom. Will I falter, oxygen-starved and claimed by your immensity? No—your expansion, for all its glory, betrays you. At 1200 pounds and climbing, mobility flees; your limbs, once weapons of crushing might, now dangle limp in the overload, your frame too ponderous to counter. With a final, Herculean surge, I wrench free of the blubber's grasp, gasping in the cool arena air as I lower you—not gently, but with calculated force—your colossal form toppling backward onto the canvas in a thunderous quake, belly splayed like a mountain range, pinning you immobile beneath its own weight.

Globebelly: But even my huge body has limits. Weight and bulk so much my body is struggling. I still think might win till I feel your bulk shift as you pull your head free sucking in huge lungfuls of air. Throwing us down to the mats in a suplex move. Me landing on my back my legs raised with you still holding me in your tight grip with your legs and arms. You sitting ok mats. With you still inside me. Over a ton landing in that ring.

Globebelly: I am immobile my belly sticking high into the air. Shoulders down unable to move as you continue to thrust. Ref counting me out one ah two ah three ah !

Globebelly:  

Globebelly: Match is over you have won and I am size I always dreamed of.

Globebelly: 

Globebelly:  

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: You lie there, exposed and heaving, that dream size rendering you a pinned prize, easy prey for my descent. I loom over you, suit in tatters, my glowing form radiating triumph as I straddle your thighs, cock still sheathed in your depths, slick and unyielding. The spiral crests in a cataclysmic release—my seed erupting in torrents, flooding your core with kryptonite-laced essence that triggers the ultimate fusion. Your body quivers, not in resistance, but absorption; I lean in, hands splaying across your vast expanse, drawing you into me like mist to flame. Flesh yields, blubber and muscle melting into my skin, your mass redistributing, empowering—a rush of your vitality surging through my veins, granting me the gift of shapeshifting, my form shimmering as I test it, contours shifting fluidly, ready to embody any desire. In this absorption, you're not lost; you're eternal, woven into my essence, our deviancy immortalized in the god I've become. The arena erupts as I rise, transformed, the crowd's worship a new chapter in our endless play.

Globebelly: Suddenly you cum !!! Gallon after gallon of cum completely filling my huge body as my belly expands bigger and bigger still. I feel you lean forwards still locking inside me. Almost cradling my girth. Desiring it for yourself but not in way I expected. You pressing your huge body onto mine lovingly as I lay there immobile. But then I feel my insides change. Your cum liquifying my insides spreading outwards.

Globebelly: I feel myself getting absorbed by you. My blubber becoming your body redistributing across your bulk growing your muscles. My organs getting pulled into your cock to fuel your growing cock and balls

Globebelly: Finally only one wrestler remains in the ring. Globe Ultra !!! 2200 lb of huge man and Superman !! Our minds and bodies combined. The god of deviance !!

SUPERMAN_ULTRA: The end?

Globebelly: End - of Globebelly and the match