I’d be stronger than ya Superman, if it weren’t for your superpowers! (Short Story)

I’d be stronger than ya Superman, if it weren’t for your superpowers!

Written by SteeleBlazer

Lois Lane had a secret. A great big secret that made her heart race with excitement every time she looked in the mirror. She had been working diligently on her physique, tirelessly pumping iron in the privacy of her home gym. Her determination had paid off, and she had developed muscles that could rival any bodybuilder... Male or female!

And as she flexed those great big bulging muscles of hers in the mirror wearing only her skimpy and sweaty workout clothes, she wondered if she was finally big enough, and strong enough. You see she didn’t care to compete on the bodybuilding stage, she knew she had muscles that would make even male bodybuilding champions envious. But, again she didn’t want to make any bodybuilding champ envious; she wanted to see how a particular big blue boy scout would compare against her.

Why she bets that he’ll be just so surprised when he sees those great big muscles of hers, and so she smiles and brings her arms down in front of her for a truly most muscular and massive flex. The striations in her arms rippling, her veins bulging, and her biceps colliding with her brawny breasts, squeezing them hard, as her pectorals rise up beneath them engorged in all their gorgeous muscular glory.

“Eat your heart out Superman,” Lois said to herself smiling as she pumped up her muscles over and again, making them swell and expand bigger and bigger!

For Lois the next day could not come soon enough, and typical of the bustle and hustle and some might even say hassle of living in a city such as Metropolis, Superman already had quite a busy day. He stopped 2 muggings, a bank robbery, and an intergalactic criminal and it wasn’t even lunch time yet. Lois was excited as she had just invited Superman over for another one of their fluff interviews. These interviews had become almost a daily occurrence, as Superman's heroic feats never seemed to cease.

As she awaited the arrival of the caped hero, Lois couldn't help but admire her reflection in a nearby mirror. Her sleeves strained against her massive, meaty arms, and she couldn't deny the thrill of seeing herself with such impressive muscles. Today, she decided, she would playfully tease Superman about her newfound strength, but she also knew that he was, without a doubt, the strongest being on Earth. Still, she wanted to see how she would measure up to him. Out of all the men in the world, he was the only one she would ever compare herself to. After all he wasn’t just a superman, he was thee Superman!

And as she typed away on her newest article, she took a break from clicking and clacking her keys, to stretch out her back. She took in a deep breath and flared out her shoulders and gave her arms, chest, and back muscles a good hard flex, squeezing her muscular sinews as tightly as she could. The fabric of her blouse already taut and tight against her silky bronzed body, stretched even tighter and tighter as her muscles swelled up and expanded. She could hear the fabric protest, and this only made her flex harder, and “POP” went a button from the top of her blouse.

She released her flex, and looked down and smiled. She could see just a peek of her brawny, bulging, muscular bosom, just enough for her to appreciate the beauty of her beefy breasts.

“Wait until Superman, gets a load of these bulging beauties,” Lois said to herself as she popped off her pecs one at time making her breasts bob up and down, stretching the blouse further and further with each flex.

Pop and flex, pop and flex, her breasts danced and stretched and strained her shirt, as her bosom swelled up bigger and bigger and bigger, and with a great big pop and flex, she blasted both her pecs at the same time and really strained as hard as she could, and a second button surrendered to her muscular might and flew off the blouse exposing even more of an eyeful of her big, buff, bulging, beefy bosom.

“Perfect!” Lois said to herself as she sneaked another peek at her ample breasts and smiled.

Now all she had to do was wait for big blue to arrive, and she licked her lips in anticipation, as she had such things she wanted to share with him.

Yes, today was going to be different. Today was the day she was going to show off and flaunt her newly forged muscular physique... If you could say a physique built up from months and months and months of hard work, could be newly forged. But Lois had been taking care not showing off or flaunting her muscular gains. She had been working diligently on her physique, and her muscles had grown stronger and more prominent, a secret she had been keeping from the world.

Now, of course Superman has super vision and could easily peer through her clothes, but big ol’ blue was too much of a boy scout to do that. And besides, she had other assets that kept his attention away from her thickening and growing muscles. And if Superman had noticed her burgeoning and bulging muscular physique, he had kept his surprise to himself, and really that just wasn’t like the Superman she knew. Why she could practically hear him remark, “GREAT SCOTT!” upon seeing her muscular body for the first time.

And that’s actually what he did say after he arrived. The familiar whoosh of wind signaled Superman's arrival at her office window. He landed gracefully, the sunlight glinting off his iconic blue and red suit. Lois greeted him with her signature smile, but today, there was a swagger to her step, an undeniable confidence in her demeanor, and those very big, beefy, bulging breasts of hers on full display.

“Great Scott!” Superman extolled.

Lois smiled, if he was already excited about what he’d seen, well he was going to love what was going to come next. Her voice dripped with playful arrogance as she said, "Superman, it seems like you've been busier than ever lately. Another heroic feat to discuss?" And she not so causally gave her pecs a few slow squeezes making her breasts bob up and down and push against the remaining buttons.

Superman nodded, his bright blue eyes filled with a sense of duty, as he did his best not to stare at Lois’s dancing bosom, "Yes, Lois, it's been quite a week. But you know me, always here to help."

Lois couldn't resist a playful grin. "You're right, Superman, always here to save the day. Speaking of which, I've been working on something myself." She stood up and flexed her arm, her massive, meaty biceps bulging beneath her sleeves, threatening to burst through. "I've been hitting the gym lately, and I've noticed my muscles getting bigger and stronger."

Superman looked at her with genuine curiosity, his super-senses sensing the change in her physique. And he knew Lois had been getting bigger, only a dunderhead wouldn’t have noticed that, but truly not until she just flexed right there in front of him did he realize just how big she’d gotten.  And believe it or not he was so shocked and stunned that all he could say was, “WOW!”

“Wow, is that all you can say,” Lois said to him as she gave her pecs a quick series of rapid-fire flexes, making her beefy bosom dance up and down over and over, her breasts pressing tightly against her shirt further straining the remaining buttons. She continued talking, “I thought you might have something to say now that I’ve got bigger muscles than you.”

Superman just looked at her muscles and sheepishly nodded his head in agreement with Lois, "That's impressive, Lois. But you know I'm super-strong. So, size doesn’t matter."

Lois laughed and gave Superman another big booming flex of her arms as she said to him, “Size definitely matters!”

And all Superman could say or rather do at such an impressive muscular display was blush a little. Lois was beyond buff, beyond big, he could tell her muscles not only rivaled his, but were bigger, and she was also so very, very beautiful.

Lois loving that she actually made the Man of Steel blush, was spurred on to flex harder and harder. Her whole body seemed to tingle with excitement and the harder and harder she squeezed her muscles when flexing, the more and more turned on she became. She let out a soft moan, and then gave Superman the hardest flex she ever did, and “POP” went yet another button from her blouse.

This time the button flew over and bounced off of Superman’s chest as if it was a bullet ricocheting off his superhero physique. Seeing that button of hers bounce off his muscular chest, made her nipples harden, and once again, she felt that sweet tingling sensation all over and across her great big muscular body.

As she looked up to Superman, what she saw gave her even more of those sweet tingles. His eyes were bugged out, and his jaw agape, his reaction to her physique was undeniable.

"Like what you see?" Lois asked him, a playful glint in her eyes.

Superman blinked, his face turning a shade of crimson that only a Kryptonian could achieve. He stammered, "I... uh... Lois, your muscles are... impressive."

Lois couldn't help but chuckle at his flustered state. She leaned closer to him, her massive, sculpted shoulders flexing as she did so. "Only impressive?"

Superman gulped audibly, his eyes locked onto her bulging muscles.  “Umm... They’re very, very, very impressive,” Superman said. As he shifted his legs to try to hide his growing excitement.

Lois giggled again, she loved the effect her muscles were having on him, and again tensed up her chest, neck, and shoulders, giving those muscles all a nice hard squeeze so Superman could see the muscles ripple.

“Why don’t I show you just how impressive they really are, why don’t we arm-wrestle,” She challenged him while she cooed in his ear. And she made sure to give her brawny breasts another flex so he could see all those muscles swell and twitch. And Lois knew by the way a certain muscle of his swelled and twitched in those red trunks of his, he was enjoying the flexing demonstration of hers.

"Arm-Wrestle?” Superman squeaked out as his voice cracked nervously.

“Yeah, let’s arm-wrestle,” Lois said to him giving her each of her brawny arms a hefty flex one at a time for Superman to take in. “I want to pit my strength against the strongest man I know, the one and only Superman.”

Well, Lois, it's just... I'm Superman. I've got super strength. You don't..."

Lois grinned and raised an eyebrow, her confidence radiating. "Well, if you're scared..."

Superman's pride wouldn't allow him to back down from a challenge, even if it came from Lois Lane. He straightened up, his jaw firming. "No, it's not that."

Lois's smirk widened, and she playfully patted his chest, causing her fingers to bounce off his rock-hard physique. "Relax, Supes. I just want to test myself against the gold standard... well, the big blue standard."

“Well, I don’t know.”

Lois wasn't one to back down, though. She loved a good challenge. "Oh, come on, Superman. Humor me. Let's have an arm-wrestling match. Just for fun!"

Superman raised an eyebrow but agreed, thinking it would be a harmless diversion, and besides he kind of really wanted to get his hands on those muscles of hers. So, he let out a resigned sigh, unable to resist her teasing charm and ample muscular delights. "Alright, Lois, you win. Let's have that arm-wrestling match."

They moved a small table into the center of her office, and Lois's massive, meaty arm locked hands with Superman's. As they began the match, it became evident that even with her impressive muscles, Lois couldn't budge Superman's arm. He defeated her easily, but Lois hated losing to anyone, especially Superman.

She gritted her teeth and her sweat-slicked skin glistened under the office lights as she struggled against his overwhelming strength. She could feel the power in her muscles, but it just wasn't enough to overcome the Man of Steel. Finally, with a resigned sigh and one last final grunt and heave, she admitted defeat, and Superman gently brought her hand down onto the table.

Despite all her prodigious muscle mass, muscles that were far thicker and bigger than even the Man of Steels, yet for all of that he defeated her easily. But, the match was anything but easy for Lois, she was dripping with sweat, and was thoroughly exhausted, not to mention sore and aching.

Lois thought to herself, he really is a superman as she started rubbing her shoulder. She looked up at him, and it seemed to her that he was puffing out his chest just a little bit more than usual. He seemed awfully proud of himself, and although she lost, seeing him like that once again gave her the tingles. How she so wanted to win, to beat him and prove that she could measure up to him, but again he was the gold standard of measurement, and right now she just didn’t measure up to him.

As he saw her rubbing her shoulder, concern crept into his eyes. "Lois, was I too rough with you? Are you okay?"

Lois smiled at him, but there was a competitive fire burning in her eyes. "No, Superman, you were gentle. It's just... you're so strong."

Superman chuckled, "Well, I am Superman."

Lois looked at him with awe, "Yeah…" Then, with a mischievous grin, she flexed her biceps and added, "You know, if you didn't have those superpowers, I'd be stronger than you."

Superman grudgingly admitted, "You might be right, Lois," and then he added with a smile, “It’s a good thing I do.”

A month or so had passed, and one late night in her office, Lois decided it was again time to put her strength to the test. She had gotten even bigger and stronger since then, adding both thickness and hardness to her physique. In fact, her latest measurement showed that she had added over an inch to her arm since her arm-wrestling match with Superman. Big and muscular and hard and confident as she was, she still knew she needed something else if she wanted to compete with Superman. Besides all those muscles of hers, she had an ace up her sleeve, something that she had acquired just this very day at S.T.A.R. Labs. As Superman entered her office with his customary swooshing of super speed, she greeted him with a sly smile and a great big flex, her massive, meaty arms visibly straining against those sleeves of hers.

"Hey, Superman, want to arm-wrestle again?"

Superman laughed, "Lois, why the sudden interest in arm-wrestling?"

Lois winked at him, her confidence radiating. "Well, I'm bigger now, added a full inch to my arms since last time." She said as she flexed her arms, and her sleeves split and tore slightly, revealing her colossal muscles. "See, bigger and stronger than ever."

“Great Scott!” Superman exclaimed as his eyes bulged out along with Lois’s spectacular muscles.

Lois giggled and gave her arms a series of pumps and flexes, flexing each one slow and hard, both to show off her muscles to Superman, and also to further rip and tear those sleeves of hers. As she gave each flex, she also would give Superman a wink and her hips a little shimmy and sway, and from the way a certain muscle of Superman’s bulged in response, she knew he was enjoying the show...

However, she also knew he might not enjoy what she had in store for him.

“Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft and are afraid to arm-wrestle me,” Lois said to him as she brought her arms together in front of her for a massive flex. She took in a deep breath and her chest swelled, and her muscles bulged, her pecs rippled, and she flexed harder still, grunting and gritting her teeth, and multiple buttons popped off her blouse, one of which pinged off of Superman’s forehead.

Superman chuckled softly as he rubbed his head, blushing as he did so, he also had to once again shift his legs to hide his growing excitement.

“I can see you’re not soft, so how about it?” Lois asked him again with a devilish grin. Folding her arms in front of her, further emphasizing her great beefy muscular bosom, and those bulging brawny arms of hers.

Superman didn’t respond, but his face flushed an even deeper crimson.

Lois just waited and tapped her foot, and after a few taps flexed her pecs in unison with the foot taps.

Superman knew there was no getting around it and just sighed and agreed, "Alright, Lois, you win. Let's do this."

It was after they had locked hands when Lois revealed her secret weapon—a red sun lamp on her desk. She turned it on, and as the red light bathed the room, Superman felt his superpowers wane. He tried to pull away, but Lois held his hand firmly.  A little too firmly as he could feel the joints grind and pop under her grip.

"Now, now, Superman, put your elbow down."

Superman hesitated, feeling vulnerable without his powers, but he complied. Not, that he had much choice as he couldn’t have pulled his hand free if he tried. Her hands were soft, but strong and her touch was that of a velvet glove cast in iron. So he lowered his elbow onto the table and prepared to once again face off against Lois in a battle of the biceps.

Only even before the match began, both Superman and Lois knew this time was going to be different. For starters Superman was already starting to sweat, and Lois just gave his hand another slow, strong, squeeze, smiling as she felt his hand squished beneath her steely grip. He groaned, whether from the pain and discomfort from Lois’s squeeze or because as he looked upon Lois’s arm, he could see the stark comparison between them.

For starters as muscular as he was, there was no comparison between his superhuman superhero physique and Lois’s phenomenal powerhouse physique. Lois's massive, meaty muscles dwarfed his, and she clearly had the upper hand, thanks to her dedication and the red sun lamp.

Lois began the countdown, “Three... two... one... Go!”

From the start Superman knew he was in trouble, and as he pushed and pressed with all his might, he was greeted with a strange alien feeling... Lois’s arm did not move or yield to his own, for throughout his entire life thanks to his strange alien powers, powers that were now nullified thanks to that red sun lamp, he never truly experienced an opposing force that could hold him in check... Let alone actually oppose him, but that’s just what Lois’s great musculature did.

As his biceps jumped and swelled from the strain of their match, so too did Lois’s biceps bulge and rise up even higher on her arm. Her sleeves already torn and tattered from her prior flexes, further gave way to her muscular mass as it swelled and expanded bigger and thicker still. Her muscles shaking from the effort, Superman was strong, but she was stronger still and his arms were trembling from the exertion and slowly, ever so slowly they started to give way to her superior strength.

The struggle was intense, both of them gritting their teeth and sweating profusely. Superman, usually the embodiment of effortless strength, now found himself in a fierce battle, a battle he was losing, his muscles straining against Lois's unyielding power. He tried to stop it, but he just was too weak and too tired, and at best all he could do was prolong the inevitable. Looking at Lois and realizing he had lost before she had pinned his arm to the table, he knew she thought the same as even through those gritted her teeth, he could see that smile of hers. With a determined effort, she pushed his arm down, and let out a jubilant cry of victory.

Lois flexed triumphantly, her bicep booming and bulging and tearing the sleeve completely asunder, the veins in her arm pulsating with raw power. Superman, rubbing his shoulder and panting heavily, looked at her in awe. "You're incredible, Lois."

“Yeah, I know!” She said to him, and then she grabbed him by the front of his outfit just above his giant yellow emblem on his chest, normally a symbol of power and hope, and she pulled him over that desk and right up to her face and she gave him kiss unlike any he’d ever felt.

He was putty in her strong steely arms, and she just held him and kissed him long, hard, and deeply, and with such unbridled passion it made him feel dizzy and lightheaded. Her tongue bullied and pushed around his, his muscles crushed and yielded to her muscular hardbody, and for a man who actually could fly, the kiss to him made him feel as if he was floating in the air.

And so the kiss went on and on, and he found that while he might have been floating in the air, he was starting to be in desperate need of air, as he was starting to find it difficult to breathe. And he tried to break off Lois’s passionate embrace, but he could not escape her hold and the more he struggled the tighter she squeezed. The tighter she squeezed, the more dire and desperate he became, for his need for air did not lessen and now his body was racked with pain and a feeling of helplessness.

While he was feeling helpless, Lois was feeling empowered, and the more and more she crushed him in her embrace, the hornier and lustier and hungrier she became. Hungry to drink the passion from his lips, hungry to feel the way his body yielded beneath her rock-hard muscles. He might of be the Man of Steel, but with the red lamp on, his body was softer and malleable to her own. And this just turned her on so much, and she just loved the way he was squirming, and she could tell he needed a break, as she saw his face turning blue.

She released him and bit down on his lower lip. Nibbling on it and pulling on it roughly. Superman gasped and whimpered, and Lois just gave him a haughty smirk.

She was hungry, and she wanted more, but as she looked at him and how he was wobbly on his feet and gasping for air, she realized what she truly was hungry for. She did have an urge and desire to continue on and make him her plaything for the night, but she had an even more insatiable lust for power, and looking upon Superman bathed in the red sun lamp’s glow, she knew her victory while hard fought was tarnished. She didn’t truly beat Superman, he was the gold standard, but only when empowered by the Sun’s golden rays. And it was her hunger for more power that gave her the red light for this night.

As Lois turned off the red sun lamp, Superman's powers returned instantly. His shoulders flared out, and his chest puffed up, and his breathing steadied and he once again looked every inch the hero he was. But Lois couldn't help but tease him, her massive, meaty muscles still throbbing with victory, and many, many more inches thicker and bigger than his.

"You're a bit small next to me, but you sure are one heck of a Superman."

Superman blushed, and they shared another passionate kiss. Only this time it was different and it was Lois who was left breathless from the power and passion of their embrace. Lois loved feeling his steely physique against her iron body. She could feel his power and strength, and it felt so damn good. As he broke off their kiss, Lois gasped and let out a moan of pure euphoric ecstasy. Superman had to adjust his trunks and with both Lois and him blushing he nodded his farewell.

As he flew off into the night, Lois couldn’t help but feel a fluttering in her bosom, but also in her womanhood. She’d never been more turned on, and she’d never desired anything like how she did right at this moment. She knew she had to be more powerful, and impossible as it seemed, she also seemed to know the answer.

"If only I were Kryptonian, I'd be stronger than him. If only..." She whispered to herself, and it wasn’t so much of a wish as a goal for her to accomplish.

Another month had passed since their last encounter, and Lois Lane's ambitions had grown as large as her muscles. Lois Lane, the epitome of muscular magnificence, sat at her desk, her biceps bulging like mountains of sinewy strength. She had invited Superman for another interview, a pretext to unveil her audacious plan.

Superman arrived in a blur of super-speed, always the picture of heroism and strength. Lois greeted him with a mixture of admiration and a challenging smirk. "You know, Superman, I've always admired your strength. It's phenomenal. But it's just not fair," she said, flexing her already massive muscles, which dwarfed his in size.

Superman eyed those muscles cautiously, wondering what Lois might have up her sleeves this time, besides of course all that beefy, bulky, bulging muscles of hers.

“What’s not fair?” He asked her.

“It's not fair, you know… I'd be stronger than ya, Superman, if it weren’t for your superpowers," Lois stated both boldly and confidently.

Superman, blushing slightly under her intense gaze, nodded in agreement. "Lois, your physical prowess is indeed remarkable, but yes, my alien DNA does give me an edge."

Lois's eyes sparkled with a mix of determination and cunning. "But what if I could have powers like yours? I think I'd be even stronger than you."

Superman pondered her words, but dismissed the idea. "That's an intriguing thought, Lois, but such a thing isn't possible."

Lois leaned in close, her breath warm against his cheek. "Well... not quite," she whispered, pulling out a strange science fiction looking syringe-like device. "You see... There is a way."

Superman's eyes widened in puzzlement as Lois kissed him deeply, a kiss filled with passion and purpose. She stepped back, a triumphant smile on her lips. "There, that should do it. And one last thing..." She opened a tiny box, revealing a small, green glowing shard. Superman's knees buckled at the sight.

"Careful, Lois, that's—"

"I know what it is," she interjected confidently. "And it's just a tiny bit."

"It's dangerous, Lois. You don't know what it'll do."

"I know exactly what it'll do, when combined with this serum and that tiny little bit of DNA I just collected from you. Just wait and see and you’ll see the impossible become possible." With a flick of her wrist, Lois injected the shard into the syringe and pressed a button. The device pulsed and glowed with an unearthly light and as it absorbed the rock fragment it took on its eerie green glow. She then plunged the needle into her own flesh.

In moments, Lois's already impressive muscles began to swell and grow; her veins throb and her entire body pulsed and started to expand tearing through her clothes as if they were made of paper. She grew taller, her muscles expanding from massive to truly mammoth proportions, her clothes reduced to mere tatters barely clinging to her Herculean form.

She wasn’t just taller, or bigger, or even thicker, but was now harder and denser, and Lois felt her body hardening. It was a type of tingling that spread throughout her body and filled her with a feeling that can only be described as unlimited power. Her posture straightened as she felt the gravitational pull of the Earth was now merely a suggestion for her, and she felt that steely strength in her limbs and knew that her power was even greater than steel itself now.

Thinking about such thoughts she reached behind her desk and pulled out a crowbar. And she didn’t so much as bend it as she crumpled it up in her hands and wadded it up into a tiny metallic ball. Her muscles didn’t even strain or swell from the effort, as it was really just so effortless.

She could now bend steel itself, and she gave Superman a smirk, and a little wink and tossed him the ball. He caught it and gulped, and it appears he was thinking the same thing Lois was thinking.

“Looks like I can bend steel now... But, really that wasn’t much of a test, I’m more interested in seeing how a certain Man of Steel fares against me.” She flexed her enormous arms, winking at Superman. "Now, that I've got powers like yours. I need to truly test them, and you've always been the gold standard, or should I say, the great big blue standard."

Superman stared in awe at Lois's transformed physique and while he was in a state of utter befuddlement by all that just had transpired he still knew instinctually what she wanted.

"An arm-wrestling match, Lois? Really?"

“Bingo!” Lois said as she smacked his chest with her palm, and while it was just a playful little pat, Lois was now so strong and muscular, that the force from that playful little pat caused Superman to wince, and his knees buckle and for his chest to lurch a bit forward.

“Ouch, that really hurt!” Superman said to Lois, but she just smiled and pulled her desk out to the middle of the room. That way she didn’t have to walk all the way behind it again. It was a solid oak desk, and yet it felt light as a feather to her, and she moved it with an ease that only a super powered person could.

“Don’t be such a big baby,” she said to him as she sat down and lowered her elbow onto the desk. “Now c’mon and let’s arm-wrestle.”

He heard the desk groan and creak under the strain of Lois’s elbow and he watched as she beckoned him over to her by rolling and gesticulating her fingers in a way that made the thick densely corded forearms of hers ripple.

Right now Superman was many things... He was scared and intimidated, but he also was intrigued, not to mention really, really aroused. And so as he made his way to the desk to accept Lois’s challenge he had to once again shift his growing excitement, and he tried to also put away his growing fear that Lois was now truly stronger and more super than him.

Right away his fears were confirmed as no sooner than he’d locked hands with Lois, than he felt that crushing velvety smooth cast iron grip of hers. He winced and Lois smiled at him, knowing far too well the case of his discomfort and being not just proud, but happy about it.

Lois's smile was predatory. "You're going need both your arms, Superman."

He scoffed at first, but the overbearing strength of her grip and the seriousness in her eyes made him gulp and comply. And so, he waited for her to say go, the tension for Superman was palpable. For Lois she was as laid back as ever, as she was just calmly and causally flexing her other arm’s bicep watching the muscle rise up and fall down as she flexed it over and over again.

“Are you ready?” she asked him.

“Y-yes...” He squeaked as just before he could speak, she gave his hand a hard squeeze. Once again the match hadn’t even started and he was already starting to sweat, and he would have wiped the sweat from his brow, if not for both of his arms being tied up in this arm-wrestling challenge of Lois’s.

“Then go...” Lois said causally as she flexed and smiled at her bicep.

Superman didn’t wait, with all her attention on her other arm he gave the one he held in both of his hands all his attention. Superman exerted all his might, but Lois's arm was an unyielding pillar of power. Even using both arms, he couldn't budge Lois a single inch. His arms quivered and shook, but Lois’s arm held steady. That mammoth mountainous bicep of hers wasn’t even swelling or bulging from the effort of resisting his power. Because despite his great strength, it was truly feeble and minuscule next to Lois’s and it really was with no effort at all that she resisted him. And so the sweat poured down his face as it flushed red with the desperation and futility of his efforts.

No doubt Lois could hold him at bay indefinitely, but she had already grown tired of this challenge... Mainly, because it no longer was any challenge for her. She gave her bicep one last slow squeeze along with a nod of approval, and then looking at her nails she stifled a yawn, whether for dramatic effect, or because she had actually become bored with the Man of Steel’s feeble attempts to overpower her, was not so clear. What was clear though, was with one swift motion, she slammed his hands down, sending Superman crashing through the solid oak desk.

She was clearly the victor, and she was clearly and unmistakably so much stronger than him.

Superman lay on the ground amidst the wreckage of the desk, looking up at Lois, who towered over him, her muscles rippling with newfound power. She took in a breath and then gave Superman the hardest, strongest, most powerful flex he’d ever seen in his life. Her whole body expanded and swelled and bulged with power as each and every steely sinew rippled, and the last remnants of her clothes shot off her body as her muscles exploded in a triumphant muscular display. The shredded remains of her garments flying through the air as if a confetti celebration, a celebration of her victory and of her surpassing Superman in strength and superhuman might.

“I told ya I’d be stronger than ya, if it weren’t for your superpowers... And now that I have some of my own, I’m so much stronger than what you ever were, what you ever will be!” Lois said to Superman. Her eyes gleamed with a hungry, triumphant look, and Superman could only gulp, realizing the magnitude of what Lois had become.

The next morning found the world waking up to reports that there was a shocking earthquake in Metropolis. The source of the quake wasn’t known at the time, but the epicenter of it seemed to be coming from the Daily Planet building.

The staff of the Daily Planet had an even greater shock when they came in and discovered Lois’s office and desk. The desk was completely shattered, but that wasn’t the most surprising part... It was two floors beneath where her office should have been, and there were holes in the floors and ceiling between 3 whole floors. No one knew what to make of all of this, least of all Perry White the editor in chief of the Daily Planet newspaper, but he had a hunch that when Lois showed back up, he was in for a truly big story. Heck, maybe even an earthshaking story just like last night's earthquakes.

Superman meanwhile woke up feeling sore, tired, and exhausted, but completely and utterly sated. He just had the most intense passionate experience in his entire life, and it would have left any other man smashed into jelly, but lucky for him he was a superman, and he just barely survived. The events that transpired in Lois’s office were just the opening salvo of a night that rocked Superman’s world, but also literally rocked the world itself.

To put it crudely and as simple and yet as lewd as possible, Lois Lane fucked him senseless. She used and abused him, smashed and crushed him beneath her super pussy, her mammoth muscularity overwhelming and overpowering and outmuscling him, she used and abused him and made him feel less like a superman than her personal super-dildo, and she came over and over and over again, squeezing out every inch of pleasure and every drop of desire she could out of him.

She squeezed him with those thick luscious and lethal legs of hers, that crushed his hips and caved in his ribs, as she slammed and squeezed and strangled his torso and even his manhood with that pythonic pressure of hers. He had never known such pleasure, nor had he ever felt such pain. And the two feelings were interwoven and intermingled all night long. He thought she might have calmed down after crashing through not one but two whole floors at the Daily Planet building, but he was wrong... He was just happy he was able to convince her that they should go back to his Fortress of Solitude, where it would be safer for everyone...

Everyone but him, because at the Fortress she was unbridled and had no restraint, and those steely hips of hers slammed into him like a supercharged jackhammer, all while her super pussy clamped down on his super cock like a steel vice. Position after position she would toss him about, all searching for that one position where she could really bare down hard on that super piston of his. Slamming him, grinding him, humping and fucking him harder and with a fury and passion that burned hotter than a 1,000 suns.

He’d been in super powered battles against vile super villains that left him less battered and bruised than what he was now. And now that he’s woken up, he’s surprised to still hear the pounding and feel the shaking from the night before... Only those weren’t tremors or aftershocks he was feeling and hearing, and it wasn’t his throbbing headache he had that was pounding either...

What was causing the shaking and pounding?

It was rhythmic, and it shook the entirety of his fortress. He decided to get up and investigate. And as he struggled to get to his feet, he groaned from all the aches and pains and sores that he still felt. He’s Superman, and he really shouldn’t be feeling this weakened still, but it turns out being exposed to Lois’s red-hot passion was far more draining to him than being exposed to an actual red sun or at least a red sun lamp...

His legs were wobbly, but he managed to stand, and the tremors that spread throughout the fortress threatened to topple him as he struggled to keep his balance. He groggily looked around to find his super suit and that is when he remembered that Lois had ripped it off him completely shredding it while still in her office, and that they’d left the scraps behind at the Daily Planet building.

Before he could wonder what a building full of reporters might think about finding the remnants of his super suit in the rubble of destroyed floors and ceilings, he felt one last tremor, this one louder and stronger than all the others, and it was so powerful that he lost his balance and was starting to stumble and was just about to fall down, when there was a whooshing sound and great speeding blur and he felt as if a brick wall had just slammed into him.

But it was Lois and while she was a muscular brickhouse, she wasn’t a brick wall, even if she felt like one, and she’d just sped into the room, catching Superman, and was now holding him firmly in her brawny, bulging, and sweaty arms. His face was nestled deep into her sweet sweaty naked muscular bosom.

“It’s about time you got up,” Lois said to him while giving him a hard squeeze not just with those steely arms of hers, but also with her boobs. He groaned, but for his effort he just tasted a mouthful of sweaty bosomy beefcake.

After her little squeeze, which felt anything but little to Superman, she lifted him up for a kiss, and before he could take in a welcome breath of air, Lois sucked whatever air remained in his lungs out, as she kissed him hungrily.

Superman struggled and squealed, but he was helpless and held firm by Lois and her super powered superhuman super massive mammoth muscles. When she finally finished her kiss, his face was flushed, perhaps from lack of air or blushing, or maybe even perhaps a bit of both.

“Don’t you dare think I’m letting you out of bed this morning, not when I’m still feeling super horny!” Lois said to him as she gave his lip a sexy little nibble. But, it felt more like a ravenous bite than a nibble to Superman.

“Y-you’re still h-horny?” Superman asked Lois as he struggled to talk with his lip still in her mouth.

“Super HORNY!”

“B-but, but we m-made l-l-love all n-nigh l-long?” Superman said in exasperation.

“And that barely scratched my itch. Come on don’t be a super dud, be a super stud and show me what kind of Superman you are.” Lois said to him and then gave him another good and hard kiss.

Once again Superman was left breathless from Lois’s super kisses, he knew he probably couldn’t survive another super love making session with Lois and decided it would be best to try to change the topic.

“That noise, that shaking, I need to investigate,” Superman began to say but Lois just laughed and cut him off.

“Oh, that it… It was me working out. I was using that super gym of yours and your weights were too light and small and so I had to set your artificial gravity to maximum, which by the way is still way, way too easy for me. We’re going to have to figure out a way to increase both to give my muscles a proper challenge.” Lois said to him and all this really boggled his mind or would have if he would have been given a proper chance to process it.

But, she just again gave him another hard kiss and even harder squeeze, and much as Superman tried to switch topics, the hard truth of the matter was Lois was super horny and nothing was going to change her mind. She wanted super sex, and she was going to get it, and while Superman felt all soft and squishy in her arms, there was one part of him that was just as hard as ever.

Lois felt it too, and as she broke off her embrace, she lifted him up into the air above her head, and then slammed him down hard onto the bed. If he was a normal man, she would have broken him with that slam, just as if it weren’t for the fact that they’d already broken the bed last night, she would have surely broken it there.

Lois stood towering over Superman, naked, sweat glistening making those super charged massively mammoth muscles of hers look even more imposing and yet still so unbelievably beautiful. It was as if she was dripping with lust, and Superman never thought that it would be Lois Lane who would have brought him to his knees... But, in a way he was glad that she did. There was no doubt this was going to be painful, but he also knew without a doubt this was going to be the most pleasurable experience he’ll ever have.

“Tell me Superman, what do you think of me and my muscles now?” Lois asked him as she gave him a great big burly flex smiling that mischievous and naughty smile of hers.

“Well Lois,” Superman began as he gulped again after taking in that mammoth flex of hers, he’d never thought a woman could be so muscular and yet still so beautiful... “I’d be stronger than you still, if it weren’t for your superpowers...”

Lois flexed her mighty muscles again, a playful giggle escaping her lips. She winked at him mischievously and teased, “Yeah, but don’t ya just love it that you’re not!”