Clark suffered the experience of a new feeling, pain, as it felt like some invisible needle invaded the right side of his torso. It was a very unfamiliar feeling for this young man, who in another life was the Boy of Steel, Superboy. Clark inhaled, kept his breath until that pain disappeared almost even faster than it had emerged.
Clark was wearing his new pair of jeans, very tight as he liked to wear them, showing of the outlines of his body. He was still excited, so glad he stumbled upon that little shop, advertising with real skin hugging jeans. He could even feel the gentle breeze on his skin as it brushed the blue fabric of his jeans. As he walked the street of Metropolis, his hands occasionally caressed the jeans, encasing his muscular upper legs. In a state of even semi arousal, Clark gasped, then an unexpected shiver.
“ Cold? Why … why am I feeling cold?”
The answer to this question is in the new pair of jeans Clark is wearing. As tight as they are, they are also lined with an undetectable variation of Kryptonite. Clark has no idea why his powers are slowly getting weaker. As a fact, Clark still has no idea the jeans are causing the losing of his powers.
Unseen by anyone, even Clark, the Kryptonite lined jeans are glowing on the inside, invading the fabric of his Superboy costume. A special structure of lead, woven into the jeans hides the radiation from Clark’s eyes. Every second Clark is getting weaker, wearing the skinny jeans.
“ Something really is wrong … feeling dizzy …. gasp ….” , Clark’s mind is puzzled as he slowly walks through main street, the new skinny jeans rubbing his legs, doing their destructive work directly on his bare skin.
“ Feel … sick …. weak …. c,can hardly breathe … “, he thought. “ Must be having the flu …. but ….. I am Superboy … I .c.can’t … cough …g.get .ill …. I …. don’t understand …”
Clark finally arrived at his school. During the day however, he starts feeling weaker and weaker, the dizziness slowly takes over completely.
“Nice new jeans Clark!”
“ Wow Clark …. you really trying to impress the girls, don’t you?”
During the day several remarks were made about the new jeans he is wearing.
“ Never seen those kind before. Where did you buy?”
“ Can you even breathe in those?”
For Clark himself however, he had other problems. The feeling of being sick was really new to him.
“ what’s wrong … with me?”, it crossed his mind all day. “ Luckily I decided net to wear my costume …. too tight under those jeans ….. maybe I should … see the school nurse ….. cough …. “
At the end of the day, Clark walked back home from school, alone, still worried about his ever growing sickness. To get home early, he saw no problem to use his superspeed, even when not in his costume.
“ A good night sleep will …….. “
Clark stopped thinking as he suddenly noticed he could not use his superspeed. It didn’t work. He even almost fell down because of the anticipated speed, that never came.
“But ….. but ….”
It took him almost thirty minutes to return home. Clark felt awful, his head glowing, a headache growing into something unbearable.
“ Maybe if I get back into my suit …… it will all get back to normal again … I am sure “
Opening his secret closet, Clark got the fright of his life.
“ My …. my costumes ….. GONE …. How? …”
Instead several pair of the great looking skinny jeans were there. Clark was shocked.
“ How? … who knows … who took ……. “
In the back of his head a little voice came to be …
“ …. maybe I am not superboy at all ……………..”
Surprisingly Clark started caressing, stroking, touching the new jeans in his closet.
“ Damn .. how much I love these ….. they feel just …. awesome !”
Clark had no idea that it was just exactly the effects of the jeans that kept him from becoming Superboy, that started to interfere with his mind. .
The next day Clark wakes up and gets himself ready to go to school again. Grabbing one of the new black super skinny jeans, he wriggles into them. Finally he manages to get dressed. He’s not paying attention so that he doesn’t hear the green K-dust, lining his inside jeans.
zzzzz …zzzzz….zzzz………zzzzzzz…
With his skin touching the inside of the jeans again, they immediately start up, and activate.
“ Feeling dizzy, and weak again … I know that I am Superboy … unless I imagined it all …… mu…. but …. why am I thinking like …this …. I AM SUPERBOY …..always been ….”
The new jeans feel like glued to his skin. Clark still felt cold and all the other “small” pains.
“ I know I am Superboy … but I can’t find any costume …. I can’t move .. fast …. ridiculous …. not even one picture of me as Superboy in my house ….. “
On his way to school again, he sees a house is on fire. He can hear someone is inside.
“ Quick … must blow out the fire”
…… puff …. puff …. puff ….
Only a disgraceful bit of air comes from his lungs. It even pains him. Luckily a fire truck arrives at that moment. The woman inside will be saved.
“ I could not even hear the truck arriving …. I have no super breath anymore …. “, Clark was desperate. “ Where have my powers gone? …. Why is this happening? ….I know I am not dreaming .. I AM Superboy … so … where are my powers? …. and where are my suits?”
Clark slowly started to feel desperate. Without any of his costumes, he could never be Superboy. But more, it seemed even WITH his suit, he was unable to move at superspeed. And without that, he could not act as a superhero, the hero he is.
“ I must find my costumes …. and who did this to me .. or else I just as well give up ….. “, Clark was shocked that the thought of giving up even crossed his mind. “ NO …. NOOO … n.nnoooo …”
With his super hearing gone also, the young hero was unable to recognize the zumming of the weakening Kryptonite rays.
*** zzzzz … zzzzz … zzzzz … ***
One or two days later Clark dressed up for school again. He had chosen for the light blue skinny jeans.
“ Hmmmmm ….. man … so … skintight .. even tighter than my superboy costume ..”, Clark thought to himself. “ Must remind me to get another pair of these jeans …. Uu..h.h. … dizziness …. returning …. feel weak .. again …. but why? … what is causing it ?”
Down the street, Clark got another thought.
“ I know I must be … Superboy ….. and flying will prove I AM Superboy”
*** whhooossshhh***
Nothing happened. All he managed was half a meter up from the soil before he landed humiliatingly back into it.
“ Noooooo …… flight is … gone ..!!?”
In his mind Superboy/Clark started to realise someone had done something horrible to him. Neutralized his powers successfully. Clark knew but nothing in his mind connected with the skinny jeans he had started wearing.
“ Someone must have done something to my superpowers … “, it crossed his mind. “ … but if I dreamt all of this, I just wipe off the dirt from my jeans ….. but … it …really hurt !!”
Slowly Clark got up, happy no one witnessed his shameful bite into the dust.
“ I know of my secret room in my basement …. All my trophees are there …. and memories of my travels to planets .. it will prove I AM Superboy”
Arriving at home Clark immediately opened the secret door .
“ Gasp … so .. weak .. to .. o.open it!!”
The room proved empty … nothing … only a few pairs of jeans, skinny.
“ No idea I had some jeans in here … but I love them … good news !!”
Clark looked around his room and soon was shocked, unable to understand.
“ No … noo ..my pictures … my trophees …. all .. gone ..”, he yelled out. “ This can’t be true …. I should know … but then …. maybe … I AM dreaming only … and I AM NOT Superboy “
Clark gasped. Used the power of his breath.
*** puff … puff ….*
Nothing but a weak breath showed.
“ Gasp …. still feeling weak …. gasp …. maybe this is my normal me … maybe it was all just but a dream”
Clark grabbed himself a fresh pair of blue jeans and started to change.
“ Damn .. these are so tight on me … dit I gain weight .. or are they just too small for me?”
The moment he tried them on, he could feel the warm glow of the fabric. Nothing in his mind combined the disappearance of his powers and the new brand of jeans he had started wearing. The warmth of his own body made melt the thin layer of lead coating, releasing the green radiation from within. Every second Clark became weaker, more helpless and he even didn’t realize himself. The hidden rays destroying his powers, preventing him from becoming Superboy.
“ Man … I never wore my jeans this tight … can hardly breath .. or move !!”, Clark thought to himself. “… but .. they feel amazing on me”
Later that day Clark goes out visiting his friend Eric.
“ Hi Clark .. how are you feeling?”, Eric, who also is wearing some skintight jeans himself, asks Clark. “ I heard you still are worried about a Superboy … “
“ Yes, I wonder wear he went.”, Clark lied. “ He must be back soon, I guess”
“ …. But Clark … don’t know what’s wrong with you … but I never heard of a Superboy …. you must be sick .. or something.”
“ I am still not sure .. maybe I AM … sick !!”
“ come on .. lets do some barbells …. so we one day will be a Superboy ourselves”, Eric laughed as he grabbed a 20 lbs dumbbell.
Clark followed up with the same weight.
“ … hhhhuhuhghh. .gasp …. c.can’t lift this one …”, Clark was nulled. “ I .. I used to lift …. thousands of pounds… “, he thought to himself.
“ I can see .. you still need to practise more, Eric took an eight pound barbell, giving it to Clark. “ You’ve always been a bit weaker than me !”
With clear difficulty Clark produced eight reps with his right arm, before he almost drop the barbell to the round.
“ Damn !”, he exclaimed. “ I know I was Superboy … but yet .. I feel so weak … “, it crossed his taunted mind again. “ I really need to find proof that in fact I AM Superboy …. “
While the boy feels really concerned, he is unable to hear the buzzing rays of the green kryptonite inside his pants.
Clark continues to work out with Eric. Those simple eight pound weights really got heavy as the sweat dripped of his face. His jeans flexing with every movement of his legs, him not realizing that the Kryptonite lined jeans are continuing to give off the green rays, cancelling out his superpowers.
“puff … puff … I used to lift thousands of pounds easily … there … puff … I go .. again .. thinking I am Superboy …. all only a dream … not a single proof anywhere …. “
Clark and Eric continue to do sit-ups and push-ups. Eric stimulates Clark to keep going.
“ If you want to become a super boy … you need to keep going … no pain, no gain … “, he got out.
Clark only got weaker and weaker as he exhausted himself.
“ G.god .. I .. just c.cant do .. more …. !!”
“Come on Clark …. To be honest … you’ve always been the joke at school …. “, Eric semi-joked. “ We need to get you a little buffed up …. and stronger ….. push …. push …”
“ I … I can’t ….. anymore … pffffff…… “, his red coloured face got out. “I … quit …… for today ….. “
He slumped back onto the bench, gasping, his chest heaving, craving for some sweet oxygen.
He thought to himself: “ How can I have become so weak …. I always could keep up with Eric ….. even without my superpowers …. but now …. I feel so ashamed …. to Eric … and to myself.”
Clark’s skin tight jeans gently heated up, exposing him constantly to the weakening rays. With his super hearing completely cancelled out, he has no way hearing the microsounds of the kryptonite rays, bombarding his bare skin underneath.
**** z.z.z.z.z.z.z.z.z.z.z.z ****
“ I have to go home …”, Clark lied. “ I am completely exhausted from this little workout …”, he thought to himself. “ I’ve been only decreasing those weights instead of increasing ….. what must Eric think ….. I don’t want him to think I am a ‘sissy’ … but I just can’t keep up with him anymore ….”
“ As you please !!”, Eric answered shortly as he started putting all the weights back into the rack.
“ Dumb ass !!”, Eric couldn’t prevent this thought flashing his mind. “ Maybe all the other students are right …. Clark Kent is a dumb nerd … only a nerd .. a weakling !”
“ so .. it must be true …”, Clark thought to himself as he put back the last dumbbell he had been using. “ I am not Superboy … never been …. I feel so stupid …. How come I ever thought I was …. I must have been dreaming …. or .. an I still inside a dream ??”
Clark struggled to tuck his shirt into the tight jeans as he put back the thirty pound weight.
“ You shout eat more protein Clark ….. maybe it will grow you some muscles !”
In the street in front of Clark’s apartment they say goodbye to each other.
“Don’t you co e in for a drink?”, Clark asked his best friend.
“ No … no, I have things to do.”, Eric quickly got out. “Bye !”
Clark slowly ascents the stairs to his apartment. “ Feel so .. weak .. exhausted ..”, he actually starts to get a sweat. “ Maybe I should see the doctor tomorrow … if things don’t improve …”
Inside his apartment, Clark gazes into the mirror, seeing is own reflection.
“ Man .. these jeans look so great … awesome … sexual …”, he thought as he let his hands slide over the fabric, slowly from his knees up to his groin. “ I would be the hunk at school .. if only I had some muscles, powers to show !!”
He tried to put his fingers between the tight jeans and his bare skin. It proved to be just impossible.
“ If I ever was Superboy ….. how could I have worn my costume underneath these jeans …. oh well ….. another dream …… if ever I was Superboy …. I would have muscles …. “, he convinced himself. “ I would lift hundreds of pounds without effort !”
He slumped down into his sofa.
“ Man …. these jeans are just … too tight ….. but they fit like gloves …”, he tried to force his fingers between his skin and the skin tight jeans. “ They just flex with my legs. “, as he was still unaware of the radiation destroying his powers most effectively.
Clark’s X-ray vision was already long cancelled by the secretive radiation. He had to open his closet to check his stock of super skinny jeans, lined up before him on hooks, not realizing they are constantly buzzing softly, spreading their destructive powers very effective.
Next morning, same ritual, a good and healthy breakfast, a cold shower and the daily routine of dressing up for school.
“ If I had superpowers, this all would long be done already … I will wear this pair of black ones.”, he decided and started stepping into the jeans. “ Damn … did I grow fat … or do these have a too small size?”
When finally he had squeezed himself inside, the button didn’t want too close up. Even holding his breath to the max, it didn’t work. All he could do was get down to the floor, spread out on his back, inhaled, pulled in his stomach and with using all his strength, the jeans could finally be buttoned up. He got up, still gasping, still fully unaware that these jeans were already buzzing, hungry waiting to destroy all of his powers, still unaware of the green glowing dust, attacking his skin without him realizing it.
“ MAN …. these are so awfully tight …. but very comfy …. and stretchy, just as stretchy as Superboy’s costume would stretch …. if there ever was a “Superboy”…”
