Say Auntie, Superman (short story)

When he did say, "I wouldn't want to hurt you," he had said so halfheartedly. And he hoped Lois would just forget and drop her challenge.

Written by SteeleBlazer

In a world where the impossible became reality, where a man could fly, where bullets could bounce off the steely physique of the world’s greatest hero, something even stranger and more impossible was about to happen. Metropolis witness to countless extraordinary tales was about to be witness to an extraordinary transformation. A transformation that Superman, the Man of Steel, himself was powerless to stop or even reverse. This was going to prove to be his biggest and strongest challenge he’ll ever face. And that challenge wasn’t just confronting his own hubris, but also embodied by Lois Lane and her new super muscular Amazonian hardbody physique.

It all started one fateful day when a mysterious cosmic event, known as the Cosmic Conundrum, swept across not just the city but the entire world. As beams of radiant energy rained down, something incredible happened. Lois Lane, the intrepid reporter, and Superman’s love interest and off again and on again girlfriend was bathed in the shimmering light, and her life would never be the same. But, it wasn’t just her life that would never be the same, but the lives of everyone on the planet, but no one would feel the effects more than the mighty Superman himself.

As the strange rays rained down, it began subtly, almost imperceptibly, as if the universe had quietly rewritten its own rules. The change rippled across the globe, leaving no one untouched. Women, from all corners of the world, began to grow in stature and strength, their muscles swelling to sizes that defied belief. Lois Lane, the fearless reporter, was at the forefront of this metamorphosis. Her body burgeoned, muscles rippling and expanding, propelling her to a towering height and strength that eclipsed even that of Superman.

Meanwhile, men experienced a contrasting fate. They shrank, their bodies diminishing in size and strength. Superman, the emblem of masculine power, found himself caught in this global shift. Although he retained much of his superhuman abilities, his physical form was notably smaller, his muscles less pronounced than before. While most men were literally half the men used to be, Superman was far luckier than those, he just wasn’t quite as muscular or as tall as he used to be… Nor was he as super, as he once was.

Yes, the Cosmic Conundrum swept over the entire world and changing all the natural laws that human’s lived by… Well, maybe not all the laws, but the big one… Namely that men were the superior sex and that women were the weaker of the sexes. Now it seemed that the meek did rise up and inherited the Earth, not that you’d ever call any woman meek ever again. Yes, it was a big change… But, for the women they seemed to take it all in stride and it was the men who had to adapt the most to this change.

It was this “Big Change” that Lois wanted to speak to Superman about, to get his perspective on it. To see how the Cosmic Conundrum has impacted and affected his life. She thought it would be fun to get a superheroes perspective on the change, and also thought that perhaps such an article could help some of the men out there who were struggling coming to terms with this brave new world of Amazonian muscular matriarchal supremacy.

Superman, exuding his usual air of heroism, strode confidently into the Daily Planet’s studio, his posture befitting the hero he was – chest puffed out, shoulders flared, exuded an aura of confidence. Yet, as his gaze fell across the room on Lois Lane, his bravado flickered for a moment. Lois, dressed in business attire, still managed to display her extraordinary, Amazonian musclebound physique. Her blouse, stretched tight across her muscular shoulders and beefy biceps, seemed to be in a constant battle against the immense strength it was containing.

Lois, seeing Superman enter, greeted him with a warm, welcoming smile. As he approached, she casually adjusted her skirt and blouse. Yet, there was nothing casual about the way her muscles bulged and strained against the fabric, each movement showcasing the incredible strength she possessed. As she smoothed out her blouse, her biceps swelled subtly, and she made a not-so-subtle flex and gave a slight little nod of her head approving  her own physical prowess. The fabric of her blouse tensed over her shoulders, hinting at the raw power that lay beneath. But, Superman could never truly guess just how powerful those muscles could be.

Superman, witnessing this display, remained outwardly unflappable. He was Superman, after all, and he was not one to be easily intimidated. However, as Lois made her way across the room towards him, he couldn’t help but be acutely aware of her every move. The way her muscles rippled and bulged with each step was a sight that would have daunted any ordinary man, but he wasn’t any ordinary man, he was a superman. But, next to Lois all men, super or not, paled before her. Her physique was not just impressive; it was a vivid display of beauty and pure muscular power, she was a living Amazonian muscle mountain, and each move she made captivated him and was a testament to the extraordinary changes she had undergone.

Her every step accentuating her towering stature, further elevated by her high heels. Superman, feeling a twinge of discomfort at the prospect of looking up to her, subtly levitated a few inches off the ground, leveling his gaze with hers. Lois noticed his maneuver but simply smiled, an air of amusement in her expression. She knew this interview would be unlike any other and she also knew she was going to enjoy every second of it, Superman, she sensed, might not enjoy it quite as much.

She already could notice just how much her towering Amazonian muscular physique was having on Superman. And looking at him as he hovered off the ground, she found it amusing, but also couldn’t help but remember all the times she had to look up upon his once godlike physique, and how it always filled her with awe. But, seeing him now, he just looked tiny, and small, and while he was still bigger than the average man, he was actually around the same size of an average woman. He just didn’t seem so awe inspiring or super any more.

Looking upon his face, she could see the unease hidden behind the bravado of the brave face he put on. Lois reminded herself not to hold back with the interview and that it was her duty as a reporter to ask the hard hitting questions and not to treat Superman with gentle soft hands. She was a serious award winning journalist and she owed it to herself, the readers and the world, to ask the uncomfortable questions… No matter how uncomfortable they might make Superman…

The interview started with a provocative question from Lois. "So, Superman, how does it feel to be not so super anymore?"

Superman bristled at the insinuation. "I'm still Superman," he asserted, his voice tinged with defensiveness. "Just this morning, I stopped a robbery."

Lois smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Yeah, but I stopped two myself. And I even lifted a car back onto the road that was teetering on the edge of the bridge after the driver lost control of the car and drove through the guardrail. Lucky for him, he just got a ticket for reckless driving, while I almost got a ticket for illegal firearm possession within city limits. The police told me I really should register these great big guns of mine." She said as she flexed her arms, the muscles swelling into impressive peaks, and the fabric of the sleeves straining and stretched to their absolute limits.

Superman, witnessing this display of raw power, felt a wave of intimidation wash over him. His narcissist need to float upwards momentarily forgotten, his confidence waned, and he gently floated back down to the ground. Now, with Lois standing over him, her height and muscular superiority were undeniable. She loomed larger, her smile broadening.

It was then that Lois, with an arched eyebrow, noted the stark contrast between their physiques. Maybe he had shrunk more than she thought, or maybe she had just grown even bigger and stronger than what she thought. But, one thing she did not think, but knew for certain was she liked being bigger and more muscular than Superman. Her muscles dwarfed his, a fact she was keen to highlight. "Flex next to me," she urged.

"Why?" Superman questioned, trying to maintain his composure.

He squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest in a show of causal defiance. But Lois mirrored his actions, effortlessly dwarfing him with her own muscular display. And she watched as Superman tried to think of words to say to her, to build himself up, but instead of saying boisterous boasts he meekly swallowed his words and gulped as he looked upon her awe inspiring muscular hardbody.

"We all know men have shrunk. I want to see how much Superman has shrunk, and if it’s impacted his legendary super strength," Lois prodded.

"There's more to being a hero than size. I'm still Superman," he retorted.

Lois laughed, her confidence radiating. "Yeah, but I've got these big super muscles."

Superman, trying his best to maintain his composure, replied through gritted, “I can see that, Lois. You look... strong.”

“Strong?” Lois chuckled. “Let’s find out just how strong.” With that, she flexed her arms with full force. The sleeves of her blouse, already taut, reached their limit. With a sound more akin crackling thunder than to ripping fabric, the sleeves tore open, revealing her enormous, bulging biceps. The muscles were sculpted, defined, and impossibly large, dwarfing Superman’s own diminished but still relatively impressive physique… Just not impressive of course relative to Lois’s!

“So, Superman, how about a friendly arm-wrestling match?” Lois proposed, her eyes sparkling with challenge.

Superman, looking up at her towering figure, hesitated. “Lois, I don’t think that’s necessary…”

Lois leaned in closer, her voice playful yet commanding. “Afraid you’ll lose, Superman?”

The tension in the studio was palpable. Superman, clad in his iconic suit felt silly, he felt like a little kid wearing pajamas, and this feeling was exacerbated by the fact that he now stood at an unaccustomed eye level with Lois' shoulders. Despite retaining much of his muscular build, he was undeniably smaller next to her imposing figure. This physical change stirred a mix of emotions within him—bewilderment, vulnerability, and a tinge of envy, and perhaps stirring another strange feeling inside him.

Superman didn’t know what to say, but both he and Lois knew he wouldn’t be forthcoming or accepting of her challenge.

When he did say, "I wouldn't want to hurt you," he had said so half-heartedly. And he hoped Lois would just forget and drop her challenge.

Lois’s smile broadened. “Come on, Superman. Don’t tell me you’re scared to arm-wrestle a woman, especially when she’s got muscles like these.” She flexed again, her biceps swelling even larger tearing the sleeves further, the remnants of which were hanging loosely.

His eyes were wide and his jaw agape, he was at a loss for words, and Lois just giggled and kept flexing and smiling, reveling in the moment. She’d never seen Superman like this, and it turned her on seeing him like this, and in a way she could tell due to his skin tight red trunks that while he was turned on too!

Sure he was a little afraid, but he was also a more than a little turned on. To put it crudely you could say he was “Scared Stiff”!

“So, little man, do you accept?” she teased.

Superman retorted, “Forget it. You're acting like a bratty child. I don't want to hurt you.” And he said so with all the sound and fury, signifying nothing, but also all the bluster he could manage as he tried to walk away from Lois and the interview.

Lois however wasn’t finished with him and before he could walk away and before he could in fact even react, Lois reached out and grabbed his wrist with a grip that belied her playful demeanor, just as much as it belied all of Superman’s super strength. Superman struggled, his face contorted with effort as he tried to free himself from her iron grasp. But it was futile; Lois’s strength was overwhelming. With a swift, fluid motion, she twisted his arm behind his back.

Superman yelped in pain, his struggles becoming more desperate but no less ineffective. Lois’s grip was unyielding, her muscles taut and powerful as she held him in place. The Man of Steel, revered for his strength and invincibility, found himself utterly helpless, dominated by Lois’s superior muscular might.

Lois's laughter echoed through the studio. Without warning, or regard or even pity, she wrenched and twisted that arm of his further, the joints and bones crying out, along with Superman’s own pathetic and pitiful cries. Cries that were almost as pitiful and pathetic as his attempts to free himself. He was a man who could escape the very gravitation pull of the Earth itself, and yet he could not free himself and escape from Lois Lane’s iron grasp. He struggled fiercely, his muscles straining against her grip, and he struggled mightily but Lois's strength was overwhelming thanks to her mighty female muscles.

“Say uncle,” Lois commanded, her voice a blend of sternness and amusement.

Superman didn’t say “uncle” although there was something he really did want to say to Lois right then and there, but Lois didn’t give him a chance, she just smirked and rolled her eyes playfully as she gave his arm another painful twist.

Lois’s forearm muscles tensed visibly, each fiber standing out in stark relief as she exerted more force. Superman gritted his teeth, the pain intensifying with each passing second. Superman’s struggles grew more desperate. His face flushed with the effort, beads of sweat forming on his brow. This was a new experience for him - a battle he wasn’t winning, a physical confrontation where he was not the strongest. And thanks or rather no thanks to the Cosmic Conundrum he found himself in quite the unexpected conundrum, trapped by Lois’s powerful muscular arm unable to break free. Lois’s arm, locked behind his back, was a powerful force unlike any he had ever felt, each twist sending sharp jolts of pain through his body.

"Say uncle," Lois demanded, her voice a mix of taunt and triumph.

Superman resisted, pain etching his features. As he writhed in her hold, Lois tightened her grip, forcing a cry of agony from him.

"Say uncle," she repeated, her tone unyielding.

As unyielding as her muscular power and domination was and as Lois increased the pressure, Superman let out a shrill shriek of pain. His superhuman durability was being tested to its limits. While Lois’s great strength wasn’t even tested in the slightest against his. The more he struggled, the more helpless he felt, for he couldn’t budge that impossibly strong arm of hers. And the more he struggled the more she’d twist his arm, bringing him further pain and humiliation.

He summoned every ounce of power from his super powered physique, willing every single fiber of muscular strength that he had, and willed those muscles to overpower Lois’s. Those were the same ones that had lifted cars and bent steel, but found Lois’s strength astonishingly overpowering. Her biceps bulged menacingly, the muscles rippling under her skin like coiled steel as she applied pressure, and bent the man of steel just as easily as he had bent or lifted those cars.

“Say uncle,” she once again demanded from him.

Finally, Superman not only relented but conceded. "Uncle," he gasped, his voice laced with pain.

Lois's smile widened. She had won, she had bested the Man of Steel, but as she raised an eyebrow she had a naughty little thought.

"But shouldn't it be auntie?" she teased, twisting his arm further.

“OW!” Was all that Superman could say to her, followed by, “Ow, ow, ow, what do you mean?”

And Lois relaxed the pressure for a moment, and then looked him in the eyes and said, “Well, it’s just ever since the Cosmic Conundrum, things are different now… Women are the stronger, superior sex, men are the weaker… Superman isn’t really quite so super, and I’m nobody’s damsel anymore!”

“Y-yeah… S-so.” Superman said shakenly between breaths as the sweat dribbled down his face.

Lois not liking his response once again twisted his arm eliciting a cry of pain from superman.

“Uncle, Uncle, UNCLE!” He screamed, but Lois didn’t release him, but she did ease up on his arm just a little bit, just enough to get his attention again.

“It just should really be Auntie now, don’t you think,” Lois said as brought her free arm up into a hard flex, and gave Superman’s arm an even harder twist.

"AUNTIE! AUNTIE! AUNTIE!" Superman exclaimed, either because he finally agreed with her, or the pain had become completely unbearable… Or maybe both!

Satisfied, Lois released him. She stood back, flexing her massive biceps, a symbol of her undeniable superiority. "Told ya, Superman. You might be super for a man, but you ain't super next to these mighty female muscles."

Superman could only gulp, his eyes fixed on Lois's bulging biceps. The world had change thanks or no thanks to the Cosmic Conundrum, and with it, the dynamics of power. Superman would always be a super man in this strange world of Amazonian muscular matriarchy, but next to Lois and all the other women in the world, just how super could that ever truly be.

And as he rubbed his sore shoulder, Lois gestured for him to take a seat at a chair by her desk, and for them to continue the interview. Something told Superman that this was going to be an even longer than usual interview, and he just hoped that this would be the last of the big surprises.

As for Lois, she knew this interview was going to make even bigger news than she first thought. Sure he might not be as big of a man as he used to be, but it’s still pretty big news to be stronger than Superman. He was after all the strongest man in the world… Not that that meant as much thanks or no thanks to the Cosmic Conundrum.