Superior Woman (A Supes story)

Superior Woman

Written By SteeleBlazer

Lois Lane had always been infatuated with Superman—how could she not be? He was powerful, invincible, with muscles sculpted to perfection. She had known the superhero, loved the myth, was infatuated with the legend, but never truly understood the man. That changed when he offered her a tour of his Fortress of Solitude. He called it a tour, with a confident smile, like inviting her to peek behind a magic show curtain.

The Fortress was vast, a sprawling landscape of alien technology and solitude—icy halls echoing with his accomplishments. At first, Lois was dazzled, wide-eyed with curiosity. But the deeper they ventured, the more unimpressive Superman seemed. He wasn't showing her something glorious—he was showing her how easy he had it.

They stopped by his "super gym," a cavernous room filled with otherworldly weights and contraptions built for godlike strength. Lois's eyes lit up, but Superman shrugged, indifferent. "I don’t really use it much. Never actually… Don’t need to. I’m already at peak condition."

She arched a brow. "You don't use it? Wouldn't working out make you stronger? Bigger?"

He laughed, as if the thought was absurd. "Why, Lois? I'm already the strongest man in the universe. With my powers, I just don’t need to workout. My powers come from the sun, my muscles, they’re part of my gifted genetics. Training isn’t necessary."

Something twisted in her stomach. It wasn't admiration. It was sharp, bitter envy. He had it all without trying. He could be more, do more, but simply chose not to.

The tour continued, and he showed her his lab—a maze of gadgets from distant galaxies, capable of things Lois couldn’t begin to comprehend. He spoke with a bored shrug. "I don’t really use this much. I don’t need to, and really it’s just not something I’m interested in. Everything here is centuries beyond Earth's science, and, honestly, working in the lab is just boring. No one really cares about science, and I prefer being a hero."

Lois frowned, her curiosity piqued. "But couldn’t you use it to help mankind? Research cures for illness, solve the problems the world is facing?" she asked.

Superman yawned, stretching his arms nonchalantly. "I think I do enough, Lois. I can't solve all the world's problems. I'm always on the go saving it from one issue or another."

The words stung. Lois's admiration curdled into something else. Superman wasn’t the tireless hero she had imagined—he was lucky. Privileged. A man born with every advantage who didn’t push himself. A lazy god.

When a sudden alert blared through the Fortress, signaling a crisis in Metropolis, Superman straightened, his eyes brightening. "If you'll excuse me, Lois," he said with heroic charm. "I’ve got to save the day. Want to come along?"

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "No, I'll stay. I've seen you save the day plenty of times, but this... this is new to me. I’d like to look around."

"Are you sure you want to stay?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice. "This place is rather boring. You're going to miss the excitement of me saving the day..."

He leaned in, giving her a quick kiss, but on Lois, it never felt colder. It used to make her giddy, weak in the knees, but now it only turned her stomach, though it also strengthened her resolve. And in a blur, he was gone—off to be the hero she now saw differently.

Left alone, Lois wandered back to the gym, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. She eyed the alien weights, the glowing consoles, the machinery designed to push Kryptonian limits. Her gaze drifted to the lab, the vials of glowing fluids, the machines she didn’t understand but could guess at. She wasn’t a scientist, but she was resourceful, determined—and maybe, just maybe—tired of feeling like a side character in someone else's story.

Hours later, Superman returned, dusting off his hands after another successful rescue. He called out her name, his voice echoing through the icy halls, but there was no answer. Then, he heard it—a rhythmic clanging, like thunder, reverberating through the fortress.

Superman's brow furrowed, a curious smile touching his lips as he followed the sound to the super gym. As he reached the door, the ground trembled beneath him. He hesitated, his x-ray vision failing to pierce the thick alloy walls. The material wasn't lead, but had similar properties, crafted to block prying eyes. He opened the door, and his jaw dropped.

Lois Lane was there, standing in the center of the gym, her body transformed. She was lifting the largest barbell Superman owned—a barbell designed to give him a challenge—and doing it with ease. Her muscles were massive, her biceps bulging as she pumped the weight up and down, each movement fluid and powerful. She wore a confident grin, her eyes locking on his, and she flexed her free arm, the muscle erupting into a peak that made Superman’s own look not only modest, but small.

"Lois...?" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. He stepped forward, but the moment he crossed the threshold, the immense artificial gravity hit him like a freight train. His knees buckled immediately, and he fell to the ground, his body collapsing under the intense pressure. He groaned, planting his hands against the floor, straining to get back up. He forced himself upward, trying to stand tall and proud, puffing his chest out and flaring his shoulders, even as his cape weighed heavily against his back, dragging him down like an anchor. He clenched his jaw, his muscles trembling as he attempted to square his stance, to look heroic, to project the strength he was known for. But the relentless gravity pulled at him, his cape pooling around him, his chest sagging, his shoulders dropping once again.

The artificial gravity of the room was cranked up to its highest setting—a setting that he never used before, a setting even he found difficult to withstand. He struggled to stay upright, his legs trembling as he fought to stand. It was the hardest challenge he'd faced in a long time, far more demanding than his latest heroic escapade. 

His cape drooped further with each passing second, sinking into the floor, feeling more like a shackle than a symbol. Meanwhile, Lois watched him struggle, ensuring she had his full attention. Once his weary gaze was upon her, she resumed lifting the barbell effortlessly, her muscles swelling and rippling under her skin, each rep showcasing the raw power she now possessed. Her biceps bulged with each lift, her triceps flared with definition, her shoulders rippled and the meaty mounds of muscles quaked and shaked from the movement. It was all too easy for her, like lifting bundled-up newspapers, while the mighty Superman could barely stand. Her grin widened with every second of his pitiful struggle.

She moved with confidence, the weight gliding up and down, her eyes locked on Superman, ensuring he was witnessing her superiority. She lifted the weight repeatedly, her eyes never leaving his. Smiling, her confidence radiated, and she flexed her free arm, the muscle rising like a mountain peak, making Superman feel like a chump in the face of her power. He was in awe, jealousy burning in his chest as he watched her, shocked by how easily she wielded the strength he had always taken for granted.

Lois looked at him, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You know, Superman," she said, her voice dripping with mockery, "what you see here—all of this—it took just a little bit of hard work. Something you’ve never known or done in your entire life. You always relied on those gifted genetics of yours, never even realizing how much of a gift they were."

She paused, flexing her biceps, watching them swell as Superman struggled to keep his balance. "And me? All it took was some time in your super science lab, a little more time in your super gym, and some good, old-fashioned hard work and heavy lifting. Now look at me. I'm not just a super hardbody—the hard truth is I'm superior to you, and this is just the beginning."

Lois’s grin widened, her eyes locking onto Superman's. "I’m not going to squander my gifts on myself. I’m going to use them to make the world better, to be the hero it deserves. You had your chance, and you blew it. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure the world gets a more super, more superior hero... me."

With a smirk, she dropped the barbell, and it crashed to the ground with a force that shook the entire Fortress, leaving a crater in the reinforced floor. The shockwave knocked Superman off balance, sending him falling face-first, his body creating a smaller crater beside it. The ground seemed to give way beneath him, the impact leaving him stunned and humiliated. He groaned, struggling to rise, his pride more wounded than his body.

"Having a hard time, Superman?" Lois’s voice was teasing, dripping with amusement.

He finally managed to push himself to his feet, his legs shaky under the intense gravity. It was a struggle like no other—worse than anything he'd faced before. Every ounce of his strength and power was needed just to stand. He gasped, his eyes widening as he realized her absence. That was impossible—how could she move when he could barely even stand? Before he could process it, he felt it—a presence behind him. Lois's big, bulging brawny arms wrapped around him, hugging him—crushing him. Her corded forearms, like steel cables, encircled his chest, and her biceps swelled into bruising, mountainous peaks. The immense pressure overwhelmed him, and he had never experienced such strength and power before.

The sensation was unlike anything he had ever faced; the sheer power in her grip was undeniable, leaving him breathless as his chest caved under her muscular might, forcing the air from his lungs. He could unleash gale-force winds with his super breath, yet now all he could do was wheeze helplessly as her bulging arms crushed him. Her arms wrapped around him like steel cables—stronger even, as he could easily break steel cables with a simple flex. But there was no breaking her hold. Her biceps swelled into bruising, rock-hard boulders as she squeezed, breaking not only his bones but also his indomitable ego. He had never felt such overwhelming strength, such domination, as Lois kept squeezing and squeezing.

“Lois!” he gasped, struggling, but he couldn’t break free. She was stronger—far stronger than he was under these conditions, and really any other imaginable, and he just never imagined Lois could be so strong, let alone stronger than him. She lifted him higher, his feet dangling uselessly above the ground, and her voice was a purr in his ear. “You know, Superman,” she whispered, “I always thought you were the strongest there was. But it turns out, you're just a lazy bum, gifted with god-like genetics, and you're content playing the hero... Instead of doing the actual hard work... Think of all you could have accomplished... Why in just one day I'm bigger and stronger than what you are and what you can ever be... But, I'm not done, I'm just getting started, and your days of being the great hero are finished!"

She gave him another crushing squeeze, and again he felt his ego crushed to pieces as more of his bones cracked under the immense pressure. Superman couldn't believe it, and really neither could Lois, because in her arms was the most powerful man in the entire universe, a man whom she used to have a schoolgirl crush on, and now she was literally crushing him in her arms. It felt good--for her, but she knew Superman wouldn't say the same, mainly because she could hear all his whimpering and cries, and she just smirked amazed that she's way more super than not just Superman, but than even what she thought.

She set him down, and he stumbled, barely able to keep his balance. Lois moved in front of him, her body a wall of muscle, her smile radiant and proud. She was enjoying herself… Superman, not so much. He never thought he would ever stand to take such abuse, but then again, he was having trouble just standing. As he lost his balance again, his face fell right into her cleavage, her powerful chest holding him upright. If not for her standing there, he would have crumpled to the ground.

Lois looked down at him with a smirk. "You know," she teased, "I think we might need to change your name. Next to me, you're not Superman—just a wimpy little man." She squeezed him tighter with only her breasts, flexing her chest and feeling her bulging bosom crush against his face, her laughter echoing through the room while his cries of pain were muffled by her breasts. Her chest clamped down, the pressure immense, crushing him with a surprising force that left him breathless. He couldn't believe it—her most feminine parts were delivering a pain and humiliation he'd never felt before. It was as if Kryptonite had nothing on her mighty female muscles. "Super Boob, maybe? No... that's too much of a compliment. Boobs are feminine, and feminine is power and strength." She cocked her head, as if in thought. "How about 'S' for sidekick... Sidekick Man. That's it! You can be my sidekick."

She released him, letting him slump back. "But you know," she added, her grin widening, "if you're going to be my sidekick, I think I need an outfit, and you'll need a new one."

In a blur of motion, she stripped him of his iconic suit, leaving him standing there, naked and vulnerable. Before he could react, she slipped into it with a whirlwind burst of super speed. The gust of wind made Superman wiggle, wobble, and almost fall. Lois laughed, watching him naked, stumbling, and struggling to stand. She squared her shoulders, and the outfit struggled to contain her fantastic feminine physique, the fabric straining against her newfound bulk as the 'S' emblem stretched taut across her chest.

Lois gave him a coy grin and she raised up her eyebrows mischievously and flexed her arms, her biceps exploding outward, the suit no longer able to contain them. She laughed, a low, throaty sound, then lifted one leg and pressed it forward and gave it a wiggle and then a hard flex, her quads bulging, the seams of the suit audibly straining, and then gave way as her thigh tore free. “I’d say you have big tights to fill, Superman,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery, “but clearly, I fill them quite easily.” And she repeated the motion and flex with her other leg, freeing it from the tight constraining fabric of his super suit. A super suit that was super like him and made from a fabric that like him was supposed to be practically invulnerable, but Lois's muscles burst through and tore through it like it was but paper, proving that Lois and her muscles were superior to both him and his suit… Well her suit, as it was hers now.

Superman stood there, naked and cowering, barely able to stand, although it was easier without the weight of his outfit holding him down, his face flushed, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew this was his own doing—his complacency, his arrogance. He looked at Lois, at her muscles bulging with raw power, and then at his tattered super suit—like his pride, his ego, and his legacy, all torn to shreds. It was only now that he truly realized just how lazy he had been, how he had taken everything for granted, and how she had turned his strength into her own. Lois had taken what he had taken for granted and turned it into something more, something better.

Lois looked down at him, her smile softening. He felt weak, every ounce of power stripped away, even his hair drooped—his proud, signature curl now limp, just like how he felt. Limp, impotent, and powerless—especially when compared to Lois. She reached out, cupping his chin, lifting his gaze to meet hers. Lois liked what she saw. “You know,” she mused, “you're kind of cute like this. Scared, naked... humbled.” Her eyes twinkled with amusement. “You might not be the hero anymore, but I think you’ll make a great sidekick after some proper training. But you’re going to need to start training, Superman. No more shortcuts.”

Superman swallowed, his throat dry, as he looked up at her—this new Lois, more powerful than he had ever imagined. He had always loved her strength, her determination, but he had thought it was cute—her resolve, her willpower. He never truly noticed just how strong-willed she was. And now, she wasn't just strong-willed; she was just plain strong. Only, there was nothing plain about her strength. She had strength beyond measure. If he was the strongest man in the universe, then what did that make Lois now? She was something else entirely. She was more than a match for him. She was his superior.

His eyes drifted to the 'S' emblem on her chest. It had once been his symbol of his superpowers, a mark of his own super hubris and ego, but now it was struggling and straining to contain her bulging muscles. The sight felt like a reflection of his own tattered legacy—his pride, ego, and strength, all torn apart. Lois seemed to sense what he was thinking. She smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"You know, if you were Superman, then what does that make me?" she teased, leaning closer, her muscles swelling beneath the suit. "I'm something more... more super. I'm superior."

With a confident grin, she flexed, her muscles erupting with raw power. The 'S' emblem strained, then ripped apart, unable to withstand the sheer force of her transformation. Fabric tore audibly, exposing her big, brawny, bulging, muscular super-powered bosom. Her chest pushed forward, her pecs puffing out demanding space, ripping and tearing that nearly indestructible fabric with ease, a powerful testament to her overwhelming strength.

The once-invincible symbol, the embodiment of all his vanity and ego, was now split and in tatters, laid bare by Lois's superior might. It was a big, defining moment—one that left Superman staring, his face flushed, his heart pounding in awe, shock, and a sense of true humility.

Lois grinned, flexing once more, her muscles erupting, and what little of the suit that remained was straining but holding-- for now at least. “Isn’t science and working out fun?” she quipped, her voice full of triumph.

And Superman could only nod, a shiver running down his spine as he realized just how much things had changed—and how much he would have to change to keep up. Namely, even changing his name.

Lois grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Now, my Super Sidekick, why don't we get started with your first workout?"

Before he could protest, Lois burst into motion, a whirlwind of super speed rushing past him. She didn’t even touch him, but the gust of her movement sent Superman spinning uncontrollably, wobbling and wiggling on his feet. He barely had time to blink before she sped by again, this time in the opposite direction, as she zoomed past, her billowing, flapping cape slapped him in the face, but he didn't have time to dwell on the indignity of it, as he was sent spinning around uncontrollably, spinning like a top. He stumbled, arms flailing in an attempt to regain his balance, while Lois simply laughed, the sound filling the gym like a triumphant bell.

When Superman finally managed to stop himself, he was left dizzy, his legs shaky, and his face flushed from both embarrassment and exertion. Lois stood before him, hands on her hips, her powerful silhouette framed by the harsh gym lighting. Without a word, she handed him a tiny weight—by far the smallest one in the entire gym.

Superman blinked, staring at the weight in disbelief. "Shouldn’t we... uh, get some clothes first?" he stammered, still conscious of his nakedness.

Lois chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, don’t be bashful, my Super Sidekick," she teased, her voice dripping with playful condescension. Without warning, she gave him a firm slap on his bare bottom, making him squeal involuntarily. She thrust the small weight into his hands. "Now, workout!"

Superman swallowed, his cheeks burning as he took the weight. It felt heavier than he expected under the room’s intense gravity. He gripped it with both hands, his arms trembling as he tried to lift it. Lois watched, her grin widening with every second of his struggle. Her eyes roved over his naked form, he was still quite the man, a Superman among men, but a wimp amongst her, and she loved that fact. She loved that the once proud and mighty Superman was reduced to this—a man struggling to lift a child's weight—thanks to the artificial gravity, standing bare-ass naked in his own fortress.

Meanwhile, Lois stood there, her body barely contained by the remnants of the suit, her muscles bulging with raw power, looking way more super and heroic than he, superior even, as she effortlessly supported the cape. The flowing red fabric hung behind her, now a symbol of her strength, not his. She knew she could support and take on his mantle as the world's hero and protector, and it felt right—like it had always belonged to her. She was everything he used to be—and more. She was superior. And she wasn’t just showing it; she was reveling in it.

Superman knew that this was only the beginning. These changes were going to take a long time for him to get used to. He had lost more than his super suit, or even his superhero name; he had lost his sense of self. And as Lois's laughter echoed around him, he knew, with a sinking feeling, that his time of playing the hero was over, that he was now her sidekick, and that this was just the start of Lois's superhero journey, and that her legacy was going to be superior to his.