No Comparison (Supes Short Story)

No Comparison

Written By SteeleBlazer

Lois Lane admired her reflection in the mirror, marveling at the way her sleek blue dress hugged every curve and bulge of her transformed physique. Ever since she'd started using that formula Lex Luthor gave her, her muscles had swelled to super heroic proportions, eclipsing even her famously fit fiancé. She knew Superman wouldn’t approve of her taking a formula from Lex, but she was more curious to see if he approved of her new superhuman physique. She flexed her arm proudly, watching her bicep peak into a fleshy mountain, the fabric of her dress straining to contain it, and as she admired it in all it engorged glory she really couldn’t care what Superman thinks of her muscles.

"Am I early for my interview?" came a commanding  voice from behind her. Lois turned to see Superman, resplendent in his iconic blue and red suit, cape hanging resplendently as he leaned against the door frame, his chiseled features set in a smirk.

"No, you're right on time," Lois replied, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Like what you see?"

Superman’s gaze traveled appreciatively over her sculpted form, lingering on the bulging muscles that seemed ready to burst from her dress. "Careful, you’ll pop a seam," he teased, though there was genuine awe in his voice.

Lois's smirk widened into a grin. "That sounds like a great idea, don't mind if I do." She brought her arms together in front of her chest and flexed. Her pecs and chest swelled along with her arms, the seams of her sleeves popping audibly as her forearms and biceps tore through the fabric, and the front of her dress ripping and tearing to make way for her bulging, muscular bosom.

Superman’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her sheer, overwhelming strength. "Lois, I—wow."

Lois sauntered over to him with a confident sway of her hips. "Oh, is that so?" she purred, placing a hand on his chest. Even through his suit, she could feel the firmness of his pecs, the coiled strength beneath his unassuming exterior. But for the first time, she wasn’t impressed. If anything, he felt almost... small.

"Well, Superman, I've got to admit, I've been working out a bit," Lois said, her voice dripping with playful seduction. "And I wanted to showoff my muscles for you and compare yours against mine… But, really there is no comparison!”

Having said that, she brought up her arms in front of Superman, her bicep peaks erupting in a muscular display that further tore her sleeves, leaving them in complete tatters.

“Great Scott!” was all Superman could say in response. Lois just smiled at him and gave her eyebrows a sexy little waggle while squeezing hard and giving her biceps a great big hard flex.

Lois leaned closer, her grin widening. "Why don't you flex alongside me, Superman?" she teased.

He gulped and blushed a little, clearly not wanting to. "Lois, I..."

"Come on, don't be shy," she taunted. "Let's see those super muscles of yours."

Superman hesitated but finally brought his arm up and flexed. Beside Lois's massive biceps, his looked almost modest. Her biceps not only dwarfed his, but they were defined with more striations and thicker veins, proving Lois right that there was no comparison between the two. And Superman knew this to be true as he blushed even deeper, his face matching the red of his cape.

"You know, size isn't everything," he stammered.

Lois laughed, the sound rich and throaty. "What do you mean?" she asked with a playful glint in her eye.

“W-well.. I-I m-m-“

With a twist of her hips and a pivot, she turned to her side and brought up her arm right in front of his face in a powerful flex. Her massive bicep peak slammed into Superman's jaw, shutting him up literally and figuratively.

She giggled, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "You know, I bet these muscles aren't just for show," Lois said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "In fact, I think I might be stronger than you now. Care to put it to the test?"

Superman's smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Lois, come on. You know I have super strength. It wouldn't be a fair fight."

"Who said anything about fighting?" Lois grinned, a wicked gleam in her eye. She strode over to the dining table and pulled out a chair, planting her elbow on the surface. "Let's arm wrestle. Right here, right now."

Superman laughed, a deep, resonant sound, but there was a nervous edge to it, especially since he couldn’t help but rub his jaw. He walked over and sat down opposite her, confident in his superpowers, and hoping to put Lois back in her place. "Alright, if you insist. But don't say I didn't warn you."

They clasped hands, and the moment they did, Superman felt the surprising pressure of her grip. His amusement turned to concentration as he realized just how strong she had become. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, much to his dismay.

"Ready... go!"

At first, neither of them budged, their arms locked in a trembling stalemate. Superman's face reddened with effort, the veins in his neck standing out as he poured all his strength into the contest. But slowly, inexorably, Lois began to gain ground. Her bicep swelled to an impossible peak, her shoulder striations rippling as she pushed his arm down, down, down.

"What's the matter, Superman?" Lois taunted, barely breaking a sweat. "Feeling a little weak in the knees?"

With a final, decisive surge, she slammed his hand to the table, the wood splintering beneath the impact. Superman stared at their joined hands in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"But... but how?" he stammered, his ego crumbling faster than a building in a Metropolis battle. "I have super strength! This isn't possible!"

"Looks like there's a new strongest person in town," Lois said, releasing his hand with a patronizing pat. "Face it, Superman. These muscles aren't just for show."

Superman's shock quickly turned to indignation, his jaw setting in a stubborn line. "You just caught me off guard," he blustered, standing up and squaring his shoulders. "It won't happen again. And anyway, muscles aren't everything. I still have all my other powers. You can't compete with-“

Boom, went Lois’s bicep as it once again slammed into Superman’s jaw as she gave her arm a mighty flex, once again physically shutting Superman up as her bicep made a truly powerful argument.

“Who cares if I can compete with your other powers? Who needs them when I have muscles as powerful as these,” Lois declared as she flexed her arm again, and her bicep once more exploded upward, walloping Superman on the chin. The force of the blow not only knocked the words out of his argument but also knocked him off his base, causing him to stumble backward in a wobble.

“Face it, Superman. You may have superpowers, but I have super powerful muscles, and there is no comparison between your strength and my strength. I’m stronger now, plain and simple,” Lois said. She then performed the most muscular and massive flex she had ever done in her life, her whole body swelling larger and larger. The force of her muscles exploding out of her dress completely sent fabric flying into the air like confetti, celebrating her muscular superiority over Superman.

Superman, regaining his footing, looked at Lois with a mixture of awe and anger. "Lois, you can’t be stronger than me! I’ve been holding back, trying to be polite. I have super strength! This isn't possible!" he yelled, his frustration evident.

Lois just laughed, a rich, throaty sound that sent shivers down Superman’s spine. In a blur of motion, she grabbed him by the collar and yanked him into a headlock, her bicep flexing around his neck like a python.

"You were saying?" she purred, squeezing just hard enough to make him gasp. Superman struggled in her grip, his face turning purple as he tried to pry her arm away. But it was like trying to bend a steel beam – only it would have been easier if it had been a steel beam, because he could bend actual steel beams, but her muscles were unyielding and immovable.

"Lois, let go!" he wheezed, his voice strained. "This isn't funny!"

"Aww, what's the matter?" Lois cooed, ruffling his hair with her free hand. "The big bad Superman can't handle a little headlock from little old me?"

She flexed her arm harder, feeling him go limp in her grip. His hands scrabbled weakly at her forearm, his legs kicking futilely.

“What’s the matter Superman, I thought you had superpowers? Pity they’re no match for my super strength,” Lois said as she squeezed her bicep hard into his neck, and the Man of Steel turned to jelly.

She released him but she wasn’t done yet, as he was on the ground on all fours, Lois straddled his prone form, and smiled as she looked down as her muscular thighs encased and ensnared Superman.

"Let's see how those superpowers hold up against these," she purred, as she squeezed her thighs around his torso, like a vice her thighs clamped down on him. She flexed, and her muscular thighs swelled, the veins standing out as her muscles bulged with incredible force. Superman’s eyes widened in shock and pain as he felt his ribs being crushed. He tried to struggle, but her legs were like great oaks, unyielding and immensely powerful.

Which was ironic because Superman could actually uproot even the mightiest redwood tree with little effort, but try as he might, and he used all his great superpowered might, he could not uproot Lois and free himself from her thunderous thighs. Next to Lois and beneath and between her crushing thighs, he experienced firsthand that while he was a superman and super powerful, there was still no comparison between him and Lois’s even greater muscular might.

The pain was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Superman, who could withstand bullets, ballistic missiles, and even armored tanks, found himself helpless against Lois’s thighs. He grunted and whimpered, every movement sending waves of agony through his body. His ribs felt like they were on the verge of breaking, and all he could do was cry out in pain.

Lois watched his struggles with a smirk, her legs squeezing tighter. "So much for your superpowers, huh, Superman?" she teased. " Superpowers or not, there's no comparison between us. My mighty female muscles make you look like a wimp." She flexed her thighs even harder, her muscular legs swelling and bulging, crushing his ribs with ease. Superman's face contorted in pain, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

The Man of Steel could do nothing but grunt and whimper as Lois's thighs continued to apply unbearable pressure. He felt his strength fading, the pain overwhelming his senses. Lois’s velvety smooth skin belied the rock-hard muscles beneath, muscles harder than not just steel but the man of steel's superhuman physique. He had never felt so helpless, so dominated.

Lois relished in his pain, sliding her smooth silky hard muscular legs up to his neck. Superman’s fear escalated as her thighs squeezed his head, the pressure mounting to a terrifying level. His vision blurred, and he feared his head might burst. A man who could withstand tons of pressure could not withstand the crushing force of Lois's powerful thighs.

"I could do this all day," Lois said, yawning theatrically. "But I think you've learned your lesson. You may have the powers, but I have the strength. And that makes me the top dog around here."

With a final, dismissive squeeze, she released him, letting him slump to the floor in a dazed heap. Superman stared up at her titanic towering muscular form, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear. Lois just smirked down at him; her hands on her hips in a classic power pose.

"Now be a good boy and make yourself useful," she said, nodding towards the kitchen. "Mama's hungry after all that flexing. Whip me up a protein shake, would you? I've got some more growth to do."

Superman got up slowly, his pride clearly stinging. As he walked past her, Lois gave his butt a playful slap. The unexpected gesture lifted him off his feet and made him squeak in a high-pitched tone, and Lois burst out laughing.

"Oh, Superman, you never fail to entertain," she said, her laughter echoing through the room.

As Superman scurried to obey, Lois settled onto the couch, admiring the way her quads strained and stretched against her skin. She raised her arm and flexed her massive bicep, grunting and moaning as she did so, watching in satisfaction as it rose up, a veritable mountain of feminine power. She marveled at its size, then brought her other hand up to feel it, smiling as she gave it a squeeze that could crush steel.

Her muscles were hard, harder than steel and way, way harder than Superman’s. There truly was no comparison between the two of them now; she was stronger than she had ever desired to be, and it was a whole new world. Lois was going to enjoy every minute of being the strongest one in it.

With smug satisfaction she looked over to Superman who was dutifully mixing up her protein shake she couldn’t help but smile. He was still every inch the great hero, it’s just she had so many, many more inches than him and she was going to enjoy him being her sidekick… But, right now she was enjoying Superman being her Supermaid, and she had a few thoughts of a other chores and tasks she can have him do instead of his morning Superhero patrol. The age of Lois had begun, and nothing could stop her now.