Superman’s Strange Situation (Text Story)

Superman’s Strange Situation

Written By SteeleBlazer

“Still think you’re stronger than me Superman?” Lois said to Superman who currently found himself in a bit of a strange situation.

Superman had come to the Daily Planet to be interviewed by Lois Lane, and he thought this would be just another puff piece and fluff interview for him, but upon greeting Lois he was in for a big surprise. Well, perhaps big is too small of a word to describe it... He was in for a massive, mammoth surprise in the form of Lois’s newly forged massive and mammoth muscles!

Lois wasn’t interested in doing the fluff interview or puff piece on him, she was more interested in harder news... More specifically her great big hardbody, and so she eschewed the puff piece in favor of showing off her buff new physique and comparing herself to Superman and his superhero physique. Who of course thought rather smugly there was no comparison between the two. Sure, her muscles were big... Okay, they were massive and mammoth, and they were in fact bigger and thicker than his own superhuman muscles. But he’s Superman, and he possesses superpowers such as super strength, so how could Lois ever think her muscles as large as they may be, could ever compare to his. He tried to tell her this, but she just wouldn’t listen...

She kept on insisting and bragging and boasting and being braggadocios about her buff bulging beefy muscles, and how they were not only so big, but that they were bigger than his muscles. And she kept asking him over and over and over again how it felt to be weaker than her...

And he kept reminding her that he was Superman and that he could never, ever be weaker than her...

Yet, she kept on insisting that he was, and he kept on telling her otherwise...

And that is how he wound up in this strange situation...

Or to put it more directly, that is how he wound up in a headlock. A headlock administered by Lois Lane who seemed to be more keen on wrestling with him, than administering their interview.

"Lois, I don't think you understand," Superman began, his voice tinged with a patronizing tone. "It's not about the size of your muscles. There's just no way you can be stronger than me. I mean, I'm Superman."

Superman had hoped his words of reason and logic would make Lois realize her foolishness and bring about an end to this foolish game of hers. Sure, she had him in a headlock, and while he felt more than a tad bit foolish about that, he made the mistake of underestimating how strong she actually was.

While he couldn’t believe that she actually had been able to put him in this hold, it wasn’t like he truly struggled against her and resisted her. Which of course he did, but it wasn’t like he was using all his strength to do so. Just like how it wasn’t like he couldn’t break free anytime he wanted. Only as he tried to loosen those sturdy arms of hers, he found it surprisingly difficult to do so. In fact, he found it impossible to do so.

Still, he wasn’t undeterred, as he still wasn’t really trying to move those arms of hers. He could if he wanted to, after all he did move mountains with his own hands, and so all he needed to do was try a little harder... Only thing is, he thought to himself, and this strange situation he was in, he really shouldn’t need to try.

But he did try and he failed... And so he tried again, and he failed again. But, he didn’t fail to hear Lois’s laughter at his attempts to break free and he figured this really was no longer a laughing matter and that enough was enough, and if she didn’t want to put an end to this foolish little game, he would. And so, he tried his best to be gentle with her, while also trying his best to break free...

Only he couldn’t break free!

His best wasn’t good enough, at least when compared to Lois and those massive and mammoth muscles of hers.

He jostled and pushed, and he tried to gently, ever so gently remove Lois’s arms from around his neck, only he couldn’t budge them, and the more and more he tried to escape the more and more they bulged with power and tightened around him. This was so silly, and impossible, and such a strange situation that Superman stopped his struggle, not in defeat, but rather in fear that if he pushed any harder Lois would be harmed. So, he once again tried to appeal to her rationally.

"Lois, this is ridiculous," Superman grumbled, his voice slightly muffled as he struggled within the confines of her muscular arm. "You can't seriously think you're stronger than me. I mean, come on, I'm Superman."

From her position of power, Lois, whose biceps were tense and bulging around Superman's neck, chuckled. "Oh, I don't just think it, I know it. These muscles aren't for show, you know."

He had warned her, and so if she got hurt, it wasn’t his fault, if she wanted a show of force, so be it he’d give her a show of force and show her just how powerful he was. And so, he heaved and he ho-ed and he could not get free of that indomitable hold of Lois’s. She just held him as firm and tightly as ever.

“Come on Lois, I’m not fooling around, let me go or someone’s going to get hurt,” Superman told her as he grunted and tried again to pry that arm of hers off his neck.

And it seemed Lois’s antics had caused quite a stir, as everyone in the office seemed to gather round and watch as this strange situation played out. Needless to say, Superman was starting to feel a mite bit foolish, and so he once again warned Lois that he wasn’t fooling around as he once again gave Lois’s arm a tug, but it proved foolhardy against Lois’s muscular might.

“I’m not fooling around either Superman, in fact if anyone is the fool, it’s you! You’re caught captive in my headlock, and you cannot escape... Don’t be a fool and just admit I’m stronger than you now,” Lois said to him with an air and ease of confidence that was mirrored by how easily she was able to keep him subdued and trapped in this strange, strange situation...

Trapped in that humiliating and belittling headlock hold!

And now with the crowd of onlookers looking on, and Superman’s own pal Jimmy Olson running back to his desk to fetch his camera, Superman thought once again enough was enough. If she wanted to be publicly humiliated, then so be it, she was the one who wanted to play rough, and you better believe he could play rough. And so, yet again he tried to break free, this time using even more of his super strength, but that too proved to be too little against Lois’s massive and mammoth muscles. He redoubled his efforts and then tripled them and still it wasn’t enough. He bore down and gritted his teeth and gave it another go, but all he got from his effort was a little light headed, and perspiration beading across his brow.

Superman, trying to maintain his dignity while awkwardly trapped, scoffed. "Lois, you're a fantastic journalist, but let's be real. I fight supervillains on a daily basis. You can't compare to that."

Lois flexed her arm slightly, causing her bicep to swell up and slam into Superman’s throat making him wheeze and wince. “While your tiny muscles can’t compare to mine,” She teasingly said to him as she gave him another slow squeeze.

After he was down gagging on a throat-full of muscle Superman said to her, "Lois, I've battled gods and monsters. I appreciate your efforts, but let's be realistic. You're a human." Trying to once again rationalize with her the many reasons why she couldn’t ever possibly be stronger than him.

Lois once again flexed her arm slightly, causing Superman to wince. "Yeah, well I’m not just a human anymore... I’m a MUSCLE GODDESS NOW!" She said and punctuated her boast with a big, bulging bicep flex that really bore down and slammed hard into Superman’s soft squishy neck.

Only he’s the Man of Steel, he shouldn’t have a soft squishy neck, just like how he shouldn’t be trapped in this headlock by Lois Lane, and just like how Lois shouldn’t have bigger muscles than him. This was indeed such a strange situation. And one that was starting to be not just a bit painfully embarrassing for Superman, but also just plain PAINFUL!

She gave him another squeeze as she gave the gathered crowd a flex. In that moment, the bustling newsroom seemed to fade into the background. Superman, caught in Lois's grip, tried to maintain his composure.

"Lois, this isn't proving anything. I'm not even trying to break free." He said to her, and he believed it, and so too did everyone standing in the room... Well, everyone except Lois that is.

She just giggled and said to him, “Is that so?” Questioning him and the veracity of his claim, and also seemingly questioning the very strength of Superman himself. But, asking such hard-hitting questions came naturally to her, it was a reporter's job to ask such questions, even if the interviewee didn’t like them. And something told Lois that Superman wasn’t going to like the answers that would be forthcoming.

Lois gave Superman another playful squeeze, and once again Superman winced, the pressure unexpectedly intense. "Not trying, huh? And I'm not even squeezing that hard."

Hard squeeze or not, Superman's knees buckled slightly under the strain. He struggled, his face reddening as he attempted to free himself, but Lois's grip was unyielding. "Lois, you don't understand. I'm Superman. I can't be—"

“Can’t be what... Weaker than me!” Lois said as she gave him a few more squeezes just for the sheer unbridled joy of it.

Lois could feel Superman slumping in her grip and she decided to ease up, as she wasn’t done playing with him. Besides Jimmy was taking his sweet time coming back with the camera, and she couldn’t knock him out before Jimmy had a chance to take that picture. Why it’d be front page material for newspapers across the entire world and while the world might find it hard to believe, those onlookers in the room were starting to come around to the truth.

By now most in the crowd were starting to realize that while she was playing and toying with Superman, Superman himself wasn’t playing. He was just being manhandled by the sheer strength and power and might of Lois’s Mighty Female Muscles! And she waited for the hue on his face to return to a more normal color, if not perhaps a bit rosier than normal. But, there was nothing rosy about this situation for Superman. He was in dire straits and he never thought that being in the arms of the woman he loved could be so humiliating and emasculating and belittling for him. Not to mention painful. But, a part of him told himself that he was still holding back and being gentle with her. And while just as Lois’s arms were wrestling with his neck, he was wrestling with the very notion that Lois could be stronger.

And so once again he appealed to reason and logic...

“Lois, you can keep on harping on being stronger than me, and going on and on about it till you’re blue in the face, but that won’t make it true.” Superman told her.

“You’re right Superman,” Lois said, and he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, until he felt his neck constricted and found it impossible to breathe. Lois just gave him a squeeze with her burly arm and that beefy bulging bicep of hers bit into his neck and crushed it with her impossible strength.

She did this again and again, laughing as she did so, telling him, “It looks like you’re the one who’s blue in the face... Or maybe purple... But what was that about me not being stronger than you?”

And before Superman could answer she gave him another suffocating squeeze. A squeeze that not only kind of hurt, but really, really, really did hurt. But how could this be so? He was the Man of Steel, and Lois’s muscles big or not shouldn’t have this effect on him. But those massive mammoth muscles of hers bore down on him and deity or not she was every inch the muscle goddess she claimed to be, and his powerful body was starting to buckle from the strain.

It was all so very strange, and while throughout his career as the world's greatest crime fighter and superhero he’d been in more than a few tight spots, but none as tight as this one, as Lois’s arm once again tightened against him cutting into his windpipe and cutting off his air. This just did seem right or possible.

And by this time Superman had enough. He’d never felt more silly or ridiculous than he was now, trapped in Lois’s headlock in the middle of the busy Daily Planet newsroom and when Jimmy Olson finally snapped a picture of his humiliation, he figured the time for holding back was over. While he was holding back in fear of hurting Lois, with his own pride hurt, he once again raged and rustled and jostled and bucked and tried in vain to free himself.

He was about to learn that his pride could be injured even more, along with parts of his own body... Namely his soft squishy neck!

He tried in vain to prove for his own vanity, that Lois could never ever be stronger than him, and yet all those herculean efforts proved to be futile. And whatever fear he had of hurting or harming her was supplanted with the growing fear that Lois could very well  be stronger than him!

And he raged with an earthshaking power, a power that actually shook the very foundation of the building they were in... A power that did not shake Lois and she easily stood her ground unshaking and unflinching. Two things that could not be said about Superman, as his legs buckled and trembled after Lois gave him yet again another of her squeezes.

He once again decided to plead his case to Lois that she can’t truly be stronger than him, and while he pathetically pleaded his case, the words came out in the tone of begging. Pleading to her that she couldn’t be stronger than him, begging with her that it’s not true that he’s weaker than her.

Lois didn’t answer him, at least not with words. She just giggled and listened to his frantic pleas, and smiled to herself. She knew she was strong, but truthfully she was even stronger than what she thought. She was stronger than what she ever imagined she ever could be, she was stronger than SUPERMAN! And she loved it!

At her squeeze, Superman’s knees buckled slightly, a wave of pressure washing over him. He strained against her, his face reddening as he exerted his strength, but Lois's hold didn't waver. "L-Lois, I'm S-S-Superman. I can't be o-overpowered like this..."

He started to whine, his words were cut off as Lois tightened her grip, her laughter a melody of triumph. Despite his struggles, Superman's efforts were in vain. His body began to go limp, the realization setting in that Lois's physical prowess was a force to be reckoned with… If not completely dominated and woman-handled by!

While teetering on the very edge of consciousness Superman had all but gone completely limp in Lois’s arms, and it was her strength and massive and mammoth muscles that kept him upright. Muscles that Superman now knew were far more powerful than his own, and as his bleary eyes looked up at Lois, he garbled out one last question as his lips spilled drool over Lois’s big beefy and now glistening bicep.

“How?”

Whether he was asking how she got so big and strong or how this was possible, it didn't really matter anyway, as the answer to both questions was the same.

And Lois whispered in his ear, “Easy, I’m stronger than you. I’ve been trying to tell you that for the last few minutes. And frankly I’m a little tired of trying to talk to you. I know it’ll be a hard story for you believe, but seeing as you felt those great big HARD muscles of mine, I think you’ll believe it... And when you wake up you can read all about it in the newspaper article I’m going to write... Now, if you excuse me, I’ve got an article to write about how I’m Stronger Than Superman!”

And with that she gave him one good hard squeeze from that great big bicep of hers, which swelled up and hardened against his soft squishy neck. As consciousness slipped away from him, the last thing Superman heard was Lois's playful giggle. "Looks like even Superman can't break free from my headlock... Which means I have to be stronger than him wouldn’t you all agree?

“Now, Jimmy make sure you get a picture of this, and of him passed out at my feet, I want the whole world to know...”

And that is how Superman found himself in the strange situation of being weaker than Lois Lane. Reading Lois’s article was a bit hard to believe, but since he actually felt those massive and mammoth hardbody muscles of hers, he knew stranger things had happened. And he just hoped that he’d never be in such a strange situation ever again...