I’m Going to Rock Your World Superman! (Short Story)

I’m Going to Rock Your World Superman!

Written by SteeleBlazer

Clark Kent didn’t quite know what to make of the strange mess on his desk... There was a big chunk of a rock on his desk, and it seemingly had a message engraved on it just for him. It was a message from Lois, promising him a Valentine’s Day surprise unlike any other, one that would “rock his world.” And it seems Lois took the rock pun a bit literal... This all seemed a bit convoluted especially when a simple text would suffice, but he was still excited about the message, and so he quickly made his way to the roof of the Daily Planet building and tore off his shirt exposing his iconic Superman emblem and super suit beneath.

In a whirlwind of superspeed he was out of his clothes and fully dressed as Superman and flying off to Lois’s apartment. He wasn’t just intrigued, he was downright giddy, and his heart was racing faster than a speeding bullet, and so was he as he made his way to Lois's apartment, his anticipation building with each second.

Upon his arrival, he was greeted by Lois who told him to come in and was standing in the doorway adorned in a red robe that hinted at the mysteries lying beneath. Her confident smile and the sparkle in her eyes were just the beginning of the surprises she had in store for him.

Lois playfully asked, "Guess what color panties I'm wearing?"

Superman, eager to engage in their lighthearted game, tried to use his super vision, only to find it thwarted by the material of the robe.

"What's the matter? Are you bashful?" Lois teased, her voice dripping with mischief.

"No, it's just that I can't see through the robe...it must be..." Superman started, genuinely puzzled.

"Lined with lead? Why, yes, it is," Lois finished for him as she playfully rocked back and forth on her feet, and she even went up on her tip toes and held herself standing upright standing on the tips of those toes for a more than a few seconds...

If that was lined with lead, enough lead to obscure his super vision, that means that robe must be really heavy Superman thought... But with how Lois was easily moving, she didn’t seem encumbered in the slightest, she seemed surprisingly light on her feet, and her shoulders weren’t hunched over from the weight of the robe... In fact, her shoulders seemed wider than he remembered, way, way, wider...

Could it be that thickly lined with lead?

Superman was confused, and that grin of Lois’s told Superman, there was more going on than he knew...

“If that’s lined with lead, then that must mean it’s...”

"Really heavy? "Why, yes, it is," Lois said as she finished his sentence for him yet again, and then she gave him a playful spin showcasing the unexpected muscularity of her legs as the robe billowed and twirled. “Or it would be if it weren’t for all my Mighty Female Muscles!”

Superman's confusion turned to awe as Lois let the robe fall to the ground, revealing her physique in all its glory. They were mighty indeed, and yet still wholly female and feminine. She had muscles upon muscles, upon MUSCLES! Thick, bulging, rippling, throbbing muscles that were brimming with power. Her powerhouse physique wasn’t just impressive it seemed impossible, her muscles were so big and massive, far surpassing even his Kryptonian physique. His jaw practically hit the floor at the sight.

With the robe on the ground there Lois stands tall, perhaps even taller than he last remembered. Those muscles of hers, as he scanned them with his super vision, were dense, so dense that they were like lead itself, and he couldn’t penetrate past those great big bulging muscles of hers. Muscles so thick and so bulging, and they rippled in a way that makes Superman's own formidable physique seem modest in comparison. His jaw was still hanging wide open along with his eyes wide with astonishment, he just could not really comprehend what he saw before him.

"How?" he finally manages to utter, his voice a mix of wonder and disbelief.

Lois laughs, a sound rich and full of warmth. "The question isn't how, but how do you like what you see? You haven't even commented on the color of my lingerie," she quips, her confidence as commanding as her physique.

It’s then Superman notices the delicate pink lace adorning her, straining against the sheer power of her muscles, the lingerie threatening to succumb to her strength at any moment. "Pink..." he breathes out, a single word that carries the weight of his admiration and surprise.

With a flex and a laugh, Lois continued, "And I won't be wearing it for long."

True to her word and with a flex that seemed to challenge the very fabric of reality and proved to be an impossible challenge for the fabric of the bra itself, Lois causes the straps of her bra to snap, and with a second powerful pumping flex, caused the rest of the bra to pop off,  sending it flying off like a silken missile, landing on Superman's face.

"GREAT SCOTT!" he exclaimed, blushing as he removed it.

Lois's laughter filled the room. "Do you like how I look?"

"You're amazing, you're beautiful..." Superman replied, his voice a mix of admiration and disbelief.

Lois kissed her hand softly and slowly and as she did so she flexed that arm’s bicep good and hard, and it swelled impressively as the veins popped out upon the lustrous bicep peak, and then she blew that kiss towards Superman. A romantic gesture so powerful that it sent a gale force wind his way, with such force that it sent him crashing into the wall.

The wind kissed superman and held him pinned to the wall, and he really couldn’t help but be blown away by the realization that not only did Lois have super gigantic muscles, but she also had super breath. With a final pucker from her lips, she gave Superman one last and soft kiss, and the maelstrom from her mouth abated, and Superman dropped from the wall and back onto his feet.

Disoriented yet more mesmerized than ever, he shook his head and once again exclaimed in exasperation, "GREAT SCOTT..."

"No, I'm Lois...not Scott," she corrected him with a smile, walking over to wrap her muscular arms around him for a kiss.

A kiss unlike any he’d ever experienced, Lois’s lips while soft had a steeliness to them, and while she locked lips with Superman, he found the pressure from her lips, from her mouth, and from her tongue to be overwhelming. His own body yielded to hers, and she kissed him with a lusty passion that he never knew she possessed, just like he felt a crushing power from her arms, that he never knew, nor could he ever believe she could ever possess. He was the Man of Steel, but he felt soft against Lois’s hardbody physique, and the longer the kiss went on, the hungrier and harder she became.  Her mouth tightened around him, her arms tightened around his and he felt his body being squished and squashed and compressed beneath her. His own mighty muscular chest yielded and gave way and caved in against the strength of her brawny muscular bosom. His was a chest that absorbed powerful rocket blasts without so much of as a flinch, but now was being crushed and compressed by those twin rockets of hers inch by inch. He’d never felt anything like this kiss, he’d never been overwhelmed in such a way, but it also was undeniably overwhelmingly sensual.

The intensity of her embrace, of her lips dominating his, even her very tongue dominated his, all left Superman breathless and right when he was on the verge of passing out, Lois released him from her passionate embrace. His heart was aflutter with passion, his lungs breathless but his mind light-headed and he was anything but sure footed as he nearly collapsed to the floor from the force of her affection.

Catching him by his cape with lightning speed before he could fall, Lois giggled at his stunned expression. "Feeling a bit weak in the knees, Superman?"

"I've never felt anything so powerful...you're more deadly than kryptonite," he confessed, his voice a mix of awe and vulnerability.

Lois blushed at his words, "Thanks...but the night isn't over, and we're just getting started. Let's hope you can survive what's coming next."

Before Superman could utter another word, Lois spun them both in a dizzying whirlwind of movement, swinging him above her head by his cape. Around and around and around and yet again, around and around again and again he went, Lois giggling playfully as she easily twirled him around as if he was just a red and blue colored piece of ribbon for her to twirl. Before he could protest or ask her to stop, she released him and while he could fly on his own volition, she gave him a more violent flight, where he sped across her apartment. Flying across the room and breaking through the bedroom door, where he landed softly on her bed... Softly due to the cushions and mattress of her bed, and the bed bounced and wobbled, and the bedsprings seemed almost to giggle at him as the bed slowly stopped bouncing.

The bed stopped bouncing before his own head, and at first it appeared that there were four super muscular and superpowered Lois’s, but slowly they merged from four into two and then just the one... Just the one with a haughty expression of such smugness and confidence, and she gave her eyebrows a bit of a dance and her pecs a little bit of a flutter, as she puffed out her chest and flared out her shoulders and gave a sensual shake of her ass, and a sexual sway to her hips.

Striding over to him with every muscle rippling and bulging, with a body brimming with untold and unimaginable power. Power that did set Superman’s imagination a flight, as he contemplated whether he should join it in such flight. But it was too late, Lois hadn’t reached him but he knew he was entranced and caught in her spell, he knew he could never escape her nor did he want to, and she knew her effect on him, you could see it in the way she smiled while he once again gulped as he looked upon her sheer muscular majesty. Her presence was both formidable and intensely attractive, she was indomitable, and he knew she was going to dominate him in a way he found both a little unnerving and a whole lot appealing.

"Let's see if you can last the night with me and my mighty female muscles, as they just might be more deadly than kryptonite. I told you I was going to rock your world, and that's just what I'm going to do."

As Superman watched her approach, every fiber of his being was alight with a mixture of excitement, admiration, and a hint of apprehension. Lois Lane, his partner, his love, stood before him transformed, embodying strength and beauty in a way he'd never imagined possible. Every step brought with it a symphony of movement across and upon her body, every ripple and bulge of her muscles a mesmerizing display of femininity and strength. And those thighs swelled and bulged with each step, stretching those pink lacy garters to the limit and beyond and with another step both garters were sheared off her thighs from the sheer muscularity of her hardened super muscular physique. Only her panties remained, and her muscular hips were threatening to totally engulf and swallow that skimpy fabric, and Superman could see a small wet patch growing upon those panties. He could also smell Lois’s excited musk, she was aroused, and she was horny and raring to go, and he knew from the haughty smile of hers, he was in trouble.

He knew he was in for a night unlike any other, and all he could do was hope he'd survive the intense passion and power Lois promised to unleash. And yet Lois just stood there looming over him.

Looming an adjective more apropos than he ever thought possible to describe her now, for now Lois Lane the formerly lithe world class journalist, whom he rescued more times than he could count, now stands a colossus of muscle and femininity, looming over Superman with a presence so powerful it seems to warp the very air around her, so dense he wouldn’t be surprised if she had her own gravitational pull. Her physique, gargantuan and etched with the kind of muscular definition he’d never thought possible twitches and ripples like wildfire. Each movement is a testament of her strength and a promise of immense and untold and unrivaled power, unrivaled by not even his own legendary superpowers. Even just the subtlest breath sets her muscles bulging and throbbing with a life of their own, veins pulsing and snaking across her skin, throbbing with the beat of her heart. The tension in the room thickens, charged with anticipation and the raw power emanating from her.

"Speaking of rock... or rocks," she said with a playful wink while bending down to pick up a hefty chunk of granite that lay innocuously by the foot of the bed.

"Why do you have a mini boulder by the foot of your bed?" Superman asked her, the question in his eyes palpable as he watches, bewildered, and perplexed.

Lois's response is a smile, mischievous yet laden with promise.

"So, I can do this to it," she declares, positioning the granite between her thighs.

The air seems to still, anticipation hanging heavy. With a smile still playing on her lips, she flexes her thick titanic thighs, and an incredible spectacle unfolds. Her quads expand, the muscles hardening beyond the conceivable, surpassing the density and strength of the granite wedged between them. It's not hyperbole to say her muscles were harder than granite or the rock itself—because they literally are. The granite, no match for the sheer force of Lois's muscular power, cracks, crumbles, and breaks apart, turning to gravel and debris under the relentless pressure and super muscular might of her thighs. The sound of it breaking, a symphony of destruction, echoes through the room, sounding off like a great explosive tribute to her phenomenal and nigh impossible power.

"Great Scott!" Superman exclaimed once again, as once again he was astounded by the display of power before him.

"It's Lois," she corrected him with a playful smirk once more, standing tall amidst the remnants of what was once solid rock.

She brought her arms up and she flexed, not just her arms but her entire body, as all her muscles bulged out and rippled proudly with a power that Superman knew his own paled pathetically against. Her gaze was just as intense and powerful as her muscles, piercing through him with a heat that could rival the sun, and Superman had been known on occasion to skim and dip into the very surface of the sun itself, and yet he never felt a heat and a passion like hers.

"Tell me Superman, do you think you’re super enough to last the night between these thighs. I know you don’t know what to make of my superstrong, super muscular body...  Or I how I got these muscles and became this powerful... But you don’t need to know about any of that... Not tonight... All you need to know is that I’m so much stronger than you now... Just imagine what my thighs can do to you. You might be the Man of Steel, but I don't know if even you are hard enough to survive being crushed between my thighs."

Superman gulped; he knew she just might be right... But, he also knew by how a certain part of his super anatomy was pressing against his trunks, she also just might be wrong. He might be hard enough, at least where it counted, and Lois smirked and gave him a coy wink in acknowledgement of his growing excitement... Which was also mixed with equal parts fear...

Lois then dusted off her thighs, her hands slapping those meaty muscles making them jiggle and shake. Each ripple a display of sensual carnal power that promised euphoric rhapsodic delights, and no doubt utter crushing pain, the very thought of which leaves Superman breathless. She then scooped up a small chunk of the demolished rock, and with her fingernail, casually engraved something onto it.

"I know you got my message, but I figured you didn't know what to make of it. Well, this might answer a few of your questions." When she was finished speaking, she tossed it to him, and she watched with a mixture of amusement and challenge sparkling in her eyes.

Catching the rock, Superman looked down to see the words engraved: "Are you ready for snu snu? Are you ready for me to rock your world?" In that moment, understanding dawns and the message on his desk and the mess from it, all suddenly became clear to him. The true extent of what Lois meant, what she promised, unfurls before him in a rush of adrenaline and desire.

"So, how about it, Superman?" Lois asks, her voice a sultry dare. "Feeling up for it?"

Now fully grasping the magnitude of her proposition, the depth of her strength, and the promise of a night that would indeed rock his world—and potentially the entire world in the process, Superman could only gulp in response.

Lois laughed, because she knew exactly what he meant by that...

And on that Valentine’s Day, Superman became Lois Lane’s Valentine’s Day crush! She crushed him hard with her big brawny arms with each and every hug and squeeze, and she crushed him hard against her iron like body battering the so called Man of Steel’s alleged superhuman form against her even more steely muscular sinews, and she crushed him between her tantalizing thighs, where each squeeze brought with it a thunderous strength that crumpled his body and cracked his bones, and you better believe she crushed him beneath that super pussy of hers, as she rode his super cock with a fury and piston pumping precision that sent shockwaves across not just his entire body, but the entire world...

And yes, Lois Lane was as good as her promise, and she didn’t just rock Superman’s world, but rocked the entire world... And of course, the bed was laid to waste, and so was there a crater in the floor, and groggy and bleary and a thousand times battered, and a hundred times broken, and a dozens upon dozens of times sexually sated Superman marveled that it didn’t give out.

He didn’t know how the floor still remained, as he knew his own superhuman body barely survived that night, and he was feeling even worse for wear than what the damaged and cratered floor looked. He also knew Metropolis had to have their buildings built to a higher standard than any other city in the entire world due it being fraught with super villains and alien invasions... Still, he couldn’t believe the floor didn’t give way, much like how he couldn’t believe Lois was that much stronger than him now...

And he felt those brawny, crushing arms of hers wrap around him and pull him into her embrace and she kissed him, as she whispered in his ear, “I had my bedroom floor reinforced just for this night... It almost wasn’t enough... Good thing I was holding back...”

“You were holding ba-” Superman was starting to say until Lois kissed him with that strong deep passionate kiss of hers, and once again overwhelmed him in ways he never thought or believed he could be overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed by her strength and power, by her passion and lust, but also just overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of it all. He’d never, ever experienced such a feeling of pure carnal bliss, and that kiss started to stoke the fire once more... He could have died last night as he’d been beaten and broken many times over and in ways that he’d never known possible, nor any of his great enemies were able to inflict such damage upon him... And yet, he was craving and lusting for more and Lois’s hungry lips gladly fed him more and more!

And once again he was left breathless by the sheer lunacy of it all, Lois’s super massive and mammoth mighty female muscles, the intense and ecstatic and rhapsodic super snu snu, the reinforced floor, and now this last super kiss of Lois’s...

It all left him breathless, and battered, and weary...

Yet, as she whispered in his ear, “Are you ready for round 2?” Superman gulped but nodded his head.

He was scared, and a part of him you could say was scared stiff, but he also knew a hero must always rise to the occasion, and he loved being Lois’s hero.

And so once again Lois rocked not just his whole world, but the entire world itself.