Superman could feel the increased drag his added girth was causing as he flew. The Kryptonian grimaced and tugged at the front of his super-suit, which was feeling tighter even than it had when he'd taken off from his apartment. The last son of Krypton pushed himself to put on a burst of speed, not noticing yet that he was steadily growing fatter throughout his flight.
He was getting close to the docks when he passed over a long line of food trucks and had to curse his super senses. Clark could smell every individual spice and flavor being used in the food below him. He could even taste it a little bit when he breathed in through his mouth...which was something he'd never noticed before.
The Man of Steel, who was starting to look more like a Man of Marshmallow, had been hovering over the food trucks for a few seconds and people on the street were already noticing him and calling out to him. The Metropolis citizenry always seemed to adore him, he heard "I LOVE YOU SUPERMAN!", shouted from several directions and decided to land so he could shake a few hands and sign a few autographs...was this issue with the ray gun really that important?
As he was descending, he noticed that he was falling much faster than he'd meant to. Luckily he had chosen to land in the middle of a large empty parking lot, which was very good because he touched down with a BOOM!!! The ground under him sank by several inches and the asphalt cracked and pitched upward.
"I haven't had an involuntarily hard landing like this since I was first learning to fly..." He muttered to himself, but managed to compose his posture into one of more confidence by the time the dust had settled.
It seemed like his admirers were more hesitant to approach him after the destruction he'd caused to the parking lot. Feeling embarrassed he revved himself up to his full super-speed and dashed around the lot to push the broken asphalt back into place...but the first piece he grabbed crushed to powder in his hands. 'Damn...what's gotten into me, I can't seem to modulate my strength...' And then it hit him, the realization making him stop and stand stock still after he'd managed to push the asphalt pieces back together and melt the cracks with his laser vision (that power had also overperformed, burning a seven inch deep hole in the ground when he'd first tried it).
It was really the sensation of his plump flesh continuing to swell under his super-suit that made him realize it... what the difference between his usual level of strength and control was and today. At nearly 550 pounds, Superman realized he was...
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