Superman Out Flexed and Outmuscled (Short Story)

Superman Impossibly and Improbably but Most Certainly Out Flexed and Outmuscled by Lois Lane!

Written by SteeleBlazer 

            Out of all the impossible things that Superman ever witnessed, he never thought he’d see such an impossible and nigh improbable sight as the one standing right before him... And this is coming from a man that does the impossible and can fly in the sky and defy the laws of physics themselves, among many other improbable and impossible tasks. 

            But, it wasn’t the laws of physics being defied that was bothering Superman, it was Lois’s improbable and impossible muscular physique. For her physique defied common sense and all he knew that was Earthly and non-Earthly possible, because her Earthly physique dwarfed that of his superhuman and superpowered Kryptonian physique. 

            It was in the cozy confines of Lois Lane's apartment, that Superman found himself transfixed, his gaze locked on the impossible sight before him. The improbable sight of Lois Lane out flexing the Man of Steel. 

            Lois stood tall and proud, her sleeves rolled up to reveal the sculpted perfection of her arms, the muscles rippling and dancing beneath her skin like living, breathing entities. But it was her bicep that truly stole the show, a mountainous peak of sinew and power that strained against the fabric of her blouse, threatening to burst forth at any moment. 

            Superman gulped audibly, his throat suddenly dry as he realized, with a sinking sense of disbelief, that Lois's bicep was bigger than his own. Not just bigger, but vastly superior in size, dwarfing his own impressive musculature with its sheer, unadulterated mass. As if sensing his stunned awe, Lois flexed again, the motion slow and deliberate, and the sleeve strained and struggle to contain her great bulk, her mighty bicep swelling and rising, its immense size easily eclipsing Superman's in a display of undeniable muscular dominance. 

            "Like what you see, Smallville?" Lois purred, emphasizing the small in Smallville, her voice dripping with honey-sweet arrogance as she watched the conflict play out across Superman's chiseled features, his eyes wide and his jaw slack with astonishment. 

            Superman gulped again, his mouth suddenly as dry as a desert as he struggled to find his voice. "Lois... how...?" he stammered, unable to tear his gaze away from the spectacle of her superior muscular development. 

            "What, this little thing?" Lois chuckled, flexing her bicep again, the thick cords of muscle dancing and undulating beneath her skin like sinew serpents writhing beneath the surface, the sheer size and power of her arm utterly dwarfing Superman's own impressive physique. "I've been hitting the gym, Smallville. Turns out, with a little dedication and a lot of hard work, and heck of lot more heavy, heavy weights, even a mere human like myself can surpass the mighty Man of Steel." 

            â€œI w-wouldn't say surpassed,” Superman grumbled. 

            â€œOh, then what would you say then?” Lois asked Superman as she gave her bicep another tiny little flex, and that big, beefy bicep of hers bulged up great and big... 

            So big that her sleeve was stressed and strained so much that the seams popped, and it tore slightly at the edge. 

            â€œW-well, I’m... I’m... Superman, and you’re certainly bigger than me Lois, but r-remember I’m s-s-stronger,” Superman stammered out, and while he was certain of his words, he wasn’t so certain on just how strong Lois was, and it really was quite gobsmacking, not to mention a blow to his super-sized ego, that the little lovable damsel that he used to always rescue now had bigger biceps than him... And from the looks of her physique bigger everything else! 

            â€œAre you stronger than me?” Lois asked him with an upraised eyebrow. And she raised that flexed bicep of hers along with her eyebrow, giving her muscle a slow squeeze, that further strained and tore at the struggling sleeve of hers. 

            â€œOf c-course I am... I’m S-Super... Superman!” He said to her as he puffed out his chest and tried to sound as heroic as possible, but he just felt silly standing before her... Especially with the way that she just smiled at him. Her smile always could turn him to putty, and leave him feeling weak in the knees, but right now he just felt weak standing next to her... 

            Which is absurd because he’s Superman, and he had a physique that could be described as godlike... But if he was godlike, then she was a muscle goddess and next to her, he felt quite regular and small... And anything but super. 

            "Go on, big guy," she taunted, her eyes glinting with wicked delight. "Flex for me. Let me see those super muscles you’re so proud of." 

            Swallowing hard, Superman did as instructed, flexing his bicep and while the muscle was quite impressive, it still was not quite half as impressive as Lois’s and he felt even smaller than he looked next to her. 

            Smiling a mischievous smile, she reached out, her fingers wrapping around his bicep, and gave it a firm squeeze.   

            A startled yelp of pain escaped from Superman’s lips. Superman didn’t want to squeal, but he couldn’t help but squeal, as Lois’s grip wasn’t just startling but painful. And while the Man of Steel was used to being figuratively putty in her hands, he never thought he could feel that way literally, but her grip was like velvet glove in a pneumatic press! 

            He bit his lip and tried to resist her and show her what him and his superpowered muscles were capable of, as he flexed his bicep in defiance of her and tried hardening the muscle beneath her grip. But as he tensed and strained, he could feel Lois’s fingers digging into his flesh with bruising force, her casual, almost effortless strength belying her lithe frame, and defying everything that he knew about their relationship, and both Kryptonian and Human anatomy. 

            It was a sensation he had never experienced before, a raw, visceral rude awakening that, that in this moment, he was being out muscled by Lois Lane. He was Superman, the Man of Steel, and yet the impossible power and improbable nature in which his own steely muscles yielded to her dainty, delicate but crushing grip and the unexpected pain and sheer physical dominance of her grip left him reeling, his mind struggling to comprehend the reality before him. 

            It seemed impossible, but her grip proved otherwise as she squeezed her hand down to his bone, and he had to once again stifle a squeal as he bit down hard on his lip. 

            "Still think you're so super, big guy?" Lois taunted, her voice dripping with saccharine mockery as she watched Superman squirm beneath her oppressive grip.  

            He would have been quite impressed with her strength if he wasn’t in so much pain. He did his best to mask the pain, and pretend that Lois’s squeeze didn’t bother him, but even a blind man could see through his charade. 

            With one final hard bone-crunching squeeze, and I mean that literally, Lois let go of Superman’s arm. 

            Superman once again couldn’t help but let out a pathetic little squeal, and Lois couldn’t help but let out a little laugh and give Superman that lil’ sly smug smile of hers. Of course she flexed both her arms and gave him a great big, huge flex, and something to think about as he couldn’t help but rub his sore arm, as he also couldn’t help but wonder if Lois was not just stronger than what she looked... But, stronger than him... 

            That’s impossible he thought, and as improbable as it all was, he had a sense of dread that it was in fact possible. 

            â€œWhat’s the matter Superman, I didn’t hurt or break you did I,” Lois asked him in haughty mocking tone, and he responded by shaking his head incredulously. "No, good because I hate to break it to you, these muscles of mine aren't just bigger than yours – they're harder, too." 

            To punctuate her point, Lois flexed her bicep once more right square smack in front of his face, the massive peak of muscle swelling and rising until it was mere inches from him. He tried to tell her that was impossible and that can’t be true, to protest that she can’t ever truly be stronger than him. But just as he opened his mouth to speak Lois flexed her bicep and that great huge mountainous peak rose up in a mighty explosion of pure muscular power surging upward and smacking him squarely on the chin, literally and figuratively shutting him up with its sheer, overwhelming size and power. 

            Lois giggled as Superman rubbed his chin, thinking that actually smarted, and he’d been punched by vile superpowered supervillains who packed less of a punch than that pumped up python of Lois’s. 

            "Go ahead, Smallville," Lois purred, her voice a velvet purr that sent shivers down Superman's spine. "Feel it. Feel the raw power that puts your so-called super strength to shame." 

            Tentatively, Superman reached out, his fingers brushing against the unyielding steel of Lois's flexed bicep. He could scarcely believe the sheer density, the unbridled might that pulsed beneath her skin, and for a moment, he entertained the thought of returning the favor, of squeezing her own muscle, and see how’d she’d like it to feel the steel-crushing and iron-bending grip of Superman. She’d certainly wouldn’t feel so cocky, that’s for sure... Or so that’s what he thought... And he also thought to himself... He wouldn’t need to give her a full squeeze, just a tiny little squeeze, and he’d prove whose muscles are harder and mightier. 

            But as he wrapped his hand around Lois's bicep and squeezed, the only response he received was an arched eyebrow and a mocking chuckle. Those Mighty Female Muscles of Lois’s were indeed mightier than what even he had bargained for, but no matter he was barely even squeezing. Undeterred, he squeezed harder, his muscles straining with the effort, but still, Lois remained unmoved, her only reaction a teasing waggle of her eyebrows as if daring him to try harder. 

            Urged on by Lois's mocking gaze, Superman redoubled his efforts, his fingers pressing into the silky steel-hard flesh of her bicep as he squeezed with all his might. A might that shattered and crushed granite itself, but now the only thing shattered was his own super ego, as he couldn’t really make a dent in Lois’s burly bicep. He squeezed harder and harder still, beyond the limits he ever dared, as those eyes of Lois’s seemed to mock and dare him to squeeze harder and harder. But still, Lois remained unfazed, her only reaction a rich, throaty laugh that sent tremors of equal parts arousal and shame coursing through Superman's veins. 

            "Is that the best you can do, Smallville?" she taunted, once again emphasizing the word small, her voice a low, sultry purr that seemed to caress his very soul. "I expected more from the so-called Man of Steel." 

            Before Superman could muster a retort, Lois flexed her arm once more, the sheer size and power of her flexed bicep breaking his grip and knocking his hands away as if her bicep slapped his hands down. 

            Right there he was face to face with not Lois, but her bicep’s head, as it bulged and swelled out in all its massively muscular engorged glory, and he was forced to come face to face with the fact, that he Superman was impossibly and improbably, but most certainly out-flexed and outmuscled by Lois Lane. 

            Yes, it was true and both him and Lois knew it, it was as plain and evident as that sly smug smile of hers.    

            "Go ahead, big guy," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Kiss them. Kiss the muscles that put your pathetic little biceps to shame." 

            Superman's cheeks burned with humiliation, but he found himself powerless to resist, just as he was powerless to even put a dent in that flexed bicep of hers, and so he gave her bicep a kiss. Kissing those rock-hard silky steely sinews, it was as if he was kissing not just her great big beefy bicep, but also kissing farewell the very notion of his superpowered superiority.  And he kind of loved it, he loved how it felt, and he loved how that beefy bicep tasted as his lips brushed against the unyielding steel of Lois's flexed arm, and so ravenously he kissed her arm over and over again, each kiss a gesture of submission that sent a thrill of dark pleasure coursing through her throbbing vascular veins, and a similar pleasure right down to his main vein. 

            But Superman wasn’t the only person hungry, and Lois was far from done, having just tasted what superior super muscular power over Superman felt like, her hunger for dominance was insatiable. As Superman's lips caressed her flexed bicep as he made his over her big, bulging bicep kiss by kiss and inch by inch over her many, many inches of rock-hard flexed feminine flesh, she flexed harder and clamped down on his head, trapping it, not between a rock and hard place, but between her flexed forearm and bicep. 

            Superman squirmed and writhed, as his shrill shriek was muted by the sheer density of Lois’s muscles. He choked and gagged on her bicep as her forearm and bicep threatened to crush his face like a tiny little grape. Which despite the impossible and improbable nature of it all was a very real and practical fear in his mind. Especially since he felt the power and pressure of Lois’s muscular might baring down on his head. 

            Trapped between her flexed bicep, he never felt so ensnared or trapped as he had in his entire life. And he had survived countless of the most dastardly and dangerous death traps dreamed up by the most dubious and deranged super geniuses and mad scientists in not just the entire world, but the entire universe. He tried to pull his head free, but he couldn’t escape her Mighty Female Muscles... Just as he couldn’t escape from the reality that now however impossible and improbable Lois Lane had not just out flexed him, or even outmuscled him, but also is manhandling him with those Mighty Female Muscles!  

            He tried to pry his head free with his powerful arms, but next to Lois, he felt as powerful as an infant, and so he had no choice but to cry out and beg for mercy, his muffled protests lost in the unyielding embrace of Lois's powerful muscles. Still he did not give up, he tried with all his superhuman might, and yet it proved nowhere near as mighty as those Mighty Female Muscles of hers.  

            Still, he would not relent, after all he was a hero, and he himself had rescued Lois dozens upon dozens of times
 Only now he was the one needing rescuing and he needed someone to save him from Lois herself. He pushed and strained, his own impressive strength a mere shadow of Lois's overwhelming might, but still, she held him firmly between that flexed bicep, and she pumped it up over and over again flexing and crushing his head with each and every flex, her laughter ringing out in rich, mocking peals. 

            "What's the matter, Smallville?" she taunted, her voice dripping with saccharine mockery. "Can't handle a little flexing from a mere human?" 

            Superman struggled, his face contorting with effort. All he could manage was to wiggle his face a bit so that his mouth wasn't buried in her burly muscular biceps. He knew this was a pathetic sight. This ordeal of being mangled and manhandled by Lois's muscles was just preposterous... And not to mention impossible. So, he knew one thing had to be at play... for only one thing could make him this weak. And so, he gave voice to the only reason he could think of.

            "Kryptonite?" he asked her, his voice strained.

            Looking at him in the eyes and wiggling her eyebrows playfully, Lois responded, "No kryptonite, just Mighty Female Muscles!"

            And it turns out there are two things that can make Superman feel weak
 Kryptonite and Mighty Female Muscles!

            With that, she flexed her arm, and Superman felt his face being crushed between her bicep and forearm. He tried to argue that it couldn't be possible, but the power from her flex silenced all his arguments. His jaw snapped shut, and his whole head felt on the verge of popping, just like the notion of his god-like invulnerability. Next to this muscle goddess, he was just a mere mortal.

            With each passing moment, Lois flexed harder, her bicep swelling and surging battering his trapped face, until it threatened to crush Superman's skull like a ripe melon. Like a ragdoll, his body went limp, and with each pump and flex, she yanked him upwards, his body flailing in her grasp as he became nothing more than a toy trapped in her brutal bicep flex. He was completely at her mercy, but squeeze after squeeze it seemed that she had little mercy. He gasped and wheezed, his vision growing hazy as the world around him faded to black, the last thing he saw before everything went dark, was the sight of Lois’s triumphant muscle-bound form looming over him, her muscles and super strength not just dwarfing his, but completely eclipsing his powers.

            He could hear her laughter echoing in his ears like the sweetest of lullabies, only he didn’t find this all so funny
  

            When Superman finally regained consciousness, he found himself crumpled on the floor, his head throbbing and much to his surprise his cock was throbbing rock-hard as his erection stretched out his red trunks. Right now it was the only thing about him that felt super at the moment. Above him, Lois stood tall and proud, her biceps flexed ominously for while he didn’t know truly just how impossibly strong Lois was, he knew the strength and power that resided in those bulging brutes.

            "Do you know what Snu Snu is?" Lois asked him. 

            And he could only nod his head that he didn't, and she just smiled and gave her eyebrows another of those sexy little waggles of hers, and she said to him, "Well, you're about to find out, and I'll just say... it's a good thing I reinforced the floors." 

            And there was just something about the way she said it, and the way that those muscles of hers made her look both irresistible and intimidating and that just made him scared stiff.  And it might seem impossible and it might very well be improbable that Superman wasn’t just out flexed and outmuscled by Lois Lane, but also manhandled too


            And that was only the beginning of their night


            As for the rest of it, let’s just say Superman wasn’t the only one who felt Lois’s power, as it proved to be so powerful to shake him to his core, and also down to the very core of the Earth itself.