Superman’s Strange New Reality (Short story)

Superman’s Strange New Reality

Written by SteeleBlazer

Superman groggily awakened, his eyes fluttered open, the world around him hazy and disoriented, his head pounding with a relentless ache. This pain a throbbing reminder of his recent defeat - a defeat not at the hands of a notorious villain, but by Lois Lane. He shook his head to try and shake away the grogginess and clear his head as he tried to piece together the events of the last few hours, but the painful memory of his defeat at the hands of Lois was all he could think about. As he rose, his body was a tapestry of bruises and aches, he couldn't shake off the emasculating sting of humiliation delivered by her unexpectedly strong, powerful muscles.

Only thing is, since when did Lois have muscles that big and that large, and since when could a mere human ever overpower him. It was all so confusing and humbling, and belittling. Especially since those muscles of Lois’s were so much bigger than his. But, all he could think of was how and when did Lois become so muscular, it seemed impossible that those muscles could just spring up overnight, just as impossible that those muscles could ever actually overpower him. But, as he straightened out his weary form, all the aches and pains proved otherwise.

It all started a few hours prior, when Superman had arrived at Lois's apartment, he was met with a sight that defied his understanding of reality. There stood Lois, but not as he had ever known her. She was wearing a shimmering golden bikini with matching boots, but that wasn’t the strangest thing about her. She was taller, more muscular than he’d ever seen her. She now boasted a physique that was nothing short of Herculean, with muscles on top of muscles and with each muscle defined to near superhuman level of perfection. Her muscles bulged and rippled with even the slightest of movements, a testament to a strength that seemed to dwarf even his own. It was a physique that would leave even a champion bodybuilder green with envy, and it did more than just pique Superman's curiosity; it kindled a flame of envy within him too. His gaze lingering on her arms, which were larger than his own, larger than his thighs even, and he just couldn’t believe how massive Lois had become.

"How did you... How did you get so big?" Superman had stammered out finally, but Lois only offered a mysterious smile in return.

“We got much to talk about,” Lois finally said as Superman just kept staring at her in wide eyed amazement.

“I’ll say,” Superman said, “But, please tell me just how did you get so, so, so muscular?”

Lois just laughed, flexed her arms and the muscles swelled up even bigger in an even more impressive display of raw muscular might, and Superman’s jaw dropped, and his eyes bugged out even further.

"If you can pin and overpower me, I'll tell you," She had challenged, her tone playful yet firm. She flexed again and her muscles bulged out even more, a show of strength that was both awe-inspiring and intimidating.

But Superman wasn’t afraid of a little bit of muscle, even if that little bit of muscle belonged to Lois, and that little bit of muscle was so much larger than his own muscles. He was Superman, The Man of Steel, and no mere mortal could ever best him in a competition of strength. So Superman, confident in his own strength, had laughed off her challenge. But as they locked hands, he immediately sensed something was amiss. Lois's grip was ironclad, It was like clamping his hand onto a vice - strong, unyielding, and surprisingly painful.

As they began their test of strength, Superman's confidence quickly evaporated, and to his shock, he found himself unable to overpower her. The more he exerted himself, the more apparent it became that Lois was not only matching his strength but surpassing it.

Pushing against her was like pushing against an immovable object. He applied more force, expecting her to yield, but she remained steadfast. A bead of sweat trickled down his brow as he exerted more effort, his muscles straining against her unrelenting strength. But Lois, with a serene smile, matched him effortlessly.

Then the tables turned, and Lois began to overpower him. His arms, which had lifted planes and bent steel, now shook uncontrollably under the pressure of her might. His knees buckled, knees which had supported entire buildings and skyscrapers, and he felt himself being pushed down, inch by inch, by Lois Lane and her astonishingly powerful muscles.

The realization that he was losing, that he was being overpowered by Lois, sent a wave of panic through him. He tried to rally, to summon every ounce of strength he possessed, but it was futile. Her muscles were unyielding, her strength inexorable, her power indomitable!

The struggle was brief but intense, and before he knew it, he was forced to his knees. Only Lois wasn’t done with him yes, she quickly spun him around, her thick beefy arm wrapping around his throat in a chokehold.. He felt the steely muscles of her forearm and that granite like boulder of that bicep of hers biting into his neck.

Superman gasped for air, the pressure of her muscular arm cutting off his breath. He flailed helplessly, his hands clawing at her arm, but it was like trying to move a mountain, which in the past actually proved easier to move, than moving and prying off that impossibly strong arm of Lois’s.

The pressure of her muscular grip was overpowering, and as consciousness slipped away from him, he heard Lois's gentle laughter, a sound that seemed to mock his plight. The world was fading, but he was never one to surrender so easily, and so he kept on struggling and fighting to break free, but it proved to be futile. In his desperation, he thought he heard Lois's voice, soft yet firm say, "Please be careful, don't hurt him."

While he had more pressing matters, namely Lois’s muscular arm pressing into his neck choking him out, he couldn’t help but be confused. More confused than of course him being currently on the verge of consciousness thanks to being choked out by Lois. Why was Lois speaking to herself, as if reminding herself to be gentle. This was all just so bewildering and unreal for him, but he truly didn’t have time to think about all this, as the lights were going out in his head.

As consciousness slipped away, Superman's last thought was the confusion of hearing Lois’s laughter, and then hearing Lois’s laughter joining in with itself, and hearing her laughter in stereo. It was all so very strange, almost as strange as being manhandled and mangled by Lois, and he didn’t have time to think any further on it, as the world faded to black for Superman with Lois’s strange laughter echoing over and over again in his head, as his body succumbed to the overwhelming power of Lois's muscular chokehold.

Now, as Superman stretched his sore limbs, he expected the day's surprises to be over, and hopefully he could get some answers for what had just happened. But what he saw next only just gave him more questions instead of answers. For before him there stood not one, but two Lois Lanes. One, the golden bikini wearing muscular Amazonian powerhouse he had just wrestled with and lost to, and the other, a Lois who looked exactly like the one he had known and loved, with her usual lithe frame, wearing the kind of fashionable office chic clothes she’s known to wear.

He couldn’t believe the reality of this strange situation, there were two Loises, and if he was thinking clearly, he would have realized that was the answer he was looking for. But you mustn’t judge him harshly, his brain was still groggy as a result of being deprived of oxygen.

The two Loises shared a laugh at his expense, their voices a harmonic duet. "About time you woke up," one said, while the other added, "I might have overdone it a little. I forget how weak all the Supermen are compared to me and my mighty female muscles!"

Confused and still trying to gather his bearings, Superman asked, "What's going on?"

The muscular Lois explained. She came from an alternate Earth, a world where a strange twist of fate had transferred all the powers of her Earth’s Superman to her. Now, she traveled from reality to reality, empowering other Lois Lanes to become 'Super Loises - stronger, more capable, and, in her words, better heroes than the worlds with just a Superman.

Superman, familiar with the concept of the multiverse, nodded in understanding, though his mind reeled with the implications. And the last bit about Lois Lane being a stronger more capable hero than him, and him being “just a” superman, made him bristle a bit. Despite of course the fresh reminder of his defeat still lingering in his sore and battered body, his ego was now fittingly just as sore and battered.

"But why are you here?" he asked, still rubbing his aching head.

Her mission, she explained again for the confused and bewildered Superman, was simple yet grand. She aimed to empower the Lois Lane of this Earth, to make her a protector, a beacon of strength and hope. To make sure that this reality would be ready for whatever harm and danger might threaten it.

Superman, though taken aback, couldn't hide his skepticism. "We don't need that here," he protested, but the muscular Lois only flexed her bicep in response, her muscles bulging impressively.

"You're even weaker than I feared," she retorted. "Your world doesn't just need a man of steel; it needs a woman of unparalleled power."

Superman felt his throat, the memory of her chokehold still fresh, and shuddered. He wanted to resist, to cling to his identity as the strongest man in the universe, but deep down, he knew there was truth in her words. He thought to himself if she could so easily manhandle me, then perhaps there are others out there just as powerful, if not more so, and reluctantly he knew she was right.

The plan was straightforward yet radical. They would siphon some of Superman's powers, giving a fraction to Lois and the rest to the muscular Lois for her interdimensional mission. Superman hesitated, the thought of weakening himself was daunting, but also terrifying for so many different reasons.

When the Amazonian Lois noticed Superman’s reticence, she said to him, “I know the thought of losing some of your powers is scary. But answer me this Superman, are you a hero, or a vainglorious insecure power-hungry little man.”

“I’m a hero!” Superman shot back at her almost in a snarl.

The muscular Lois just laughed and looked at him sternly, her laughter echoed in his ears, a reminder of his recent defeat and her superior strength. And then after a long awkward pause, no doubt more awkward for the Man of Steel as he nervously shuffled his feet, she finally said to him, “Then you should know sometimes being a hero requires sacrifice. And sometimes a hero must make even the ultimate sacrifice. I’m not asking you to give up all your powers, only a tiny little fraction. But, that fraction will be enough to safeguard not just this world, but dozens of others. That is if you’re man enough to face reality and answer the call and be the Superman the multi-verse needs you to be.”

This was a lot for Superman to take in, he’d never been bested in a bout of strength, let alone by Lois Lane herself, albeit a musclebound Amazonian Lois from an alternate reality, and now she’s telling him in order for him to live up to his name as Superman, he’d have to become less super. This was a lot for him to swallow, and as absurd as it all sounded, it somehow rang true to him. But, he still didn’t want to lose his powers, they are his birthright, and it's how he identified himself. If he wasn’t Superman, then who was he?

Could he accept anything less for himself?

Could the world accept anything less?

And most important of all, what about Lois?

All this thinking was hurting his head, but perhaps that was just the lingering aftereffects of being mangled and manhandled by the Amazonian Lois. He wanted to say yes, but he couldn’t find the strength to do so.

His Lois, looking him squarely in the eyes, implored him to make the sacrifice. "Heroes do what's necessary for the greater good," she said, her voice firm yet gentle.

Resigned, Superman agreed. The device they used was strange and alien, glowing with an eerie light. A silvery band was fitted around his arm, and this connected him to the futuristic contraption, a blend of science fiction and arcane technology, with tubes and wires feeding into a central orb that pulsed with an inner light.

As it activated, Superman felt a sensation unlike any he had experienced. He felt his strength draining away, his body becoming lighter, weaker, smaller. The familiar gravitational pull of Earth felt heavier, his once mighty muscles beginning to shrink. The familiar tightness of his suit becoming less pronounced.

It was as if invisible hands were gently pulling at the very essence of his being. The energy within him, the source of his superhuman abilities, began to flow outward, drawn inexorably towards the orb. He watched, fascinated and uneasy, as the orb began to fill with a glowing green energy, a tangible representation of his powers.

The process was gradual but relentless. He could feel his muscles contracting, their once impressive bulk diminishing. It was as though his body was being whittled away by unseen forces, each ripple and contour of his muscles slowly fading away. His suit began to loosen more and more, the fabric no longer stretched taut by his muscular physique, was starting to become loose and baggy. Superman felt a growing heaviness as the Earth’s gravitational pull exerted itself more and more upon him.

His shoulders slouched just slightly, and his chest drooped, as it seemed even his posture was less pronounced and less super, as more and more of his super-essence was drawn out of him.

As the more and more he shrunk, the more and more fear grew in the pit of his stomach. He felt his strength ebbing away, his body shrinking, and saw the orb filling, and all he could think of was how much more would this other Lois take. He looked at her, his eyes begging for her to stop the transfer, but she just smiled, and the transfer continued.

And second by second, he found that he had to look higher and higher to look that Amazonian Lois in the eyes. She of course wasn’t growing, he was shrinking, and he was about to reach out and tear the strange device off his limb, when his Lois reached out and once again gave him the strength needed to continue on the transfer.

Looking at her calm serene face, gave him the willpower to power through his depowerazation. And second by second, he went from looking down upon her comely visage, to looking her squarely in the eyes, and that is when the other Lois stopped the transfer.

He was still muscular and fit, but he was now no taller than the average man. And accounting for her heels, he was only a few inches taller than Lois. This new perspective on the world was more than a tad belittling for Superman. Mainly because he was actually now belittled, and it would take some getting used to, before he could ever except this strange new reality.

Now it was Lois's turn. Connected to the sci fi device, the transformation was immediate and dramatic. Her body began to swell with newfound power, her muscles expanding, growing in size and definition. Her arms thickened, the muscles bulging and rippling under her skin. And it wasn’t long before Lois’s arms became just as big as Superman’s, only of course they didn’t stop growing. She didn’t stop growing, she kept on expanding, growing bigger, thicker as Superman’s super essence flowed into her, supercharging her and super transforming her physique.

She grew taller, more muscular, her clothes straining and tearing under the burgeoning mass of her new muscles. Her chest growing heavy and heaving with muscular might. The buttons strained, and as Lois’s beefy bosom ballooned out the buttons could no longer withstand the mounting and pressure and started popping off one at a time.

“Pop! Pop! Pop!” Went the buttons.

Superman winced as one of the buttons from her blouse popped off, striking him in the face, squarely right between his eyes. To his surprise it actually stung, he'd been shot by bullets that stung less... But, nothing stung worse than hearing both Loises laughing at him as he rubbed his sore forehead.

Her arms now were bigger than what his had ever been, and he couldn’t look on without just a hint of envy, as he watched each sinew and muscle fiber stretch out across her limbs. He watched her body expanding and growing, bigger and bigger, and this all made him feel even smaller than what he already was.

Her legs became powerful pillars, straining against the confines of her skirt, which tore under the pressure of her expanding physique. While Superman looked on with a pang of regret and unease, Lois was feeling better than she ever felt in her entire life. In a word, it felt, “SUPER”! And the more she grew, the better she felt, and she wanted more, more, more!

Lois's moans of excitement and surprise filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and power. She flexed her newly enhanced muscles, marveling at their size and strength, her blouse and skirt giving way completely now and flying off her like confetti in celebration of her muscular gains.

And it was then that she finally stopped growing, her bra and panties strained to the max and on the verge of tearing. And Lois flexed, and as she did so she let out a loud primal moan. It was almost orgasmic, and it felt so good Lois flexed again, only this time harder. Her body was brimming and bursting with power and as her body swelled up and bulged out, the strain was too much, and the bra let out a cry joining in with Lois’s orgasmic shout. The bra popped off her chest like a rubber band and hit Superman squarely in the face.

Both women laughed, and Superman felt so sheepish and silly with that bra on his face. And as he removed the bra from his face, he was greeted with a sight he’d never, ever forget for the rest of his life. It was his Lois, now a naked muscular Amazon, clad in only a pair of skintight pink panties. She was beautiful, she was big, bigger now than what he’d ever been, and he’d never seen anyone so beautiful... Except for maybe the nearly identical Amazonian Lois from the alternate dimension.

Now, standing between the two muscular Loises, he felt small, diminished. His Lois, now a towering figure of strength in her own right, compared her gorgeously engorged muscular physique with her interdimensional counterpart.

“Hey, no fair! You’re still bigger than me,” His Lois said a tinge of envy in her voice for not being the bigger of the two.

“That’s because my Superman was bigger than yours.” She told Lois and despite being shrunken and physically diminished, Superman didn’t think it was possible to feel even more belittled, and yet somehow those words did just that.

“Do you mean to tell me, that my Superman is a wimpy Superman?” Lois asked her intergalactic twin.

“Well, he’s certainly wimpy now isn’t he,” Lois’s twin responded and both women shared a laugh, but Superman didn’t find it quite as amusing as them. She continued talking saying, “Just be glad yours is adjusting well to the changes... Mine, didn’t handle the changes well... And it killed him... in manner speaking.”

Superman couldn’t help but notice the sadness in her eyes when she spoke those words. Clearly, she suffered a great loss and pain, and he resolved right then and right there to always be there for his Lois and give her all the strength he could, even if that meant literally. While he loved being Superman, he loved Lois even more so, and he knew she loved him too, just like he knew she really, really loved her new super powered physique.

Superman watched in a mix of awe and envy as Lois explored her new form, her muscles now far surpassing his own in size and definition. While he was about half the man he used to be, she was way more woman than he ever thought possible. She flexed for him, her eyebrows wiggling playfully, a silent challenge in her gaze, a hungry look in her eyes.

As the muscular Lois from the alternate Earth prepared to leave, Superman's gaze fell upon the orb. It was still mostly full, a reservoir of untapped power. "Do you really need all that?" he asked, a hint of hope in his voice. "Can't I just have it back?"

The muscular Lois chuckled softly, her gaze kind but firm. "Even if I gave you all that's left, you'd still be weaker than her," she replied, gesturing towards his Lois, who was still admiring her impressive muscles.

Resigned, Superman nodded. "I guess you're right. It'll be better used elsewhere."

The Lois from the alternate world embraced him, a gesture of gratitude and farewell. The hug was warm but overpowering, her strength enveloping him. Superman winced, the pressure reminding him of his newfound fragility. "A bit wimpy, but a hero is still a hero, no matter how weak... Or maybe sidekick is more fitting now," she said with a smile.

Superman was about to interject and tell her he’s no one's sidekick, when she kissed him. Never in his life was Superman kissed like this, he was held helplessly in her powerful embrace, and again he felt her indomitable strength crushing him. He felt her tongue lustily exploring his mouth and wrestling with his own tongue, bullying it and dominating it.

He didn’t think it was possible to feel emasculated by kiss, but somehow this Amazonian Lois from an alternate dimension did just that. What’s more he didn’t think it possible for him to be turned on by it. While his steely body yielded and gave way to hers, there was one part of him that grew harder, and she could not crush.

He felt his manhood stiffen and press against her chiseled abs. And judging by the way she let out a soft moan, she approved. However, something told him that his Lois might not be so approving.

And when his Lois said, “Alright, wrap it up sister, I think he’s getting a little too excited,” he got his answer.

With one last deep kiss Lois released him from their passionate embrace, leaving him sore, breathless, a bit dizzy and wobbly on his feet, but also very, very horny.

“Well, it’s good to know one of his muscles hasn’t shrunk,” his Lois said and both of them laughed, while he just blushed and tried to shuffle his legs to make his arousal less apparent.

“You’re lucky, not all the Supermen readily embrace such a change, and warm up to our more robust looks so quickly.” The Amazonian Lois said teasingly as she gave Superman a great big flex of her gargantuan muscles and a playful little wink to go with it.

“Smallville always loved strong women. Isn’t that, right?” His Lois asked him as she ruffled his hair, and he just felt so sheepish wedged between these two giant amazons, all he could do was nod his approval.

“Then you two are going to love super sex! But be careful and try not to break his hip,” The other Lois said while swaying and slamming her wide powerful hips into his causing him to stumble and wobble.

“Super sex, that sounds like so much fun, doesn’t it Smallville,” His Lois purred as she rubbed her hands across her hard naked muscular body.

“Smallville, that’s cute and fitting.” The other Lois said as gave his cheek a playful pinch.

“Ouch,” Superman said as he rubbed his cheek.

Once again both women giggled, and Superman just blushed.

With one last approving look the Lois from a different world looked upon the shrunken and diminished Superman, looking him over one last time, lingering on the big protruding bulge on his red trunks.

She smiled at him and said, "Something tells me you're going to make a great sidekick now."

His Lois laughed at the comment, her amusement echoing in the room. Then the strange Amazonian visitor stowed away the strange sci fi device and activated another equally strange device and said her last words to the both of them.

"Be safe and be humble," she said to Superman, then turned to Lois, "Be strong." with a final nod of acknowledgment to both of them, disappeared in a flash of light.

Left in the wake of her departure, Superman and Lois faced each other in this new reality. Lois, now the stronger of the two, looked at Superman with a mix of affection and newfound confidence, but also with desire, she wasn’t just super now, she was super horny.

The world as he knew it had changed forever, and he didn’t know truly how he would fit in this strange new reality of him being Lois’s sidekick and her being more super than him. But as strange as it was, this was the new reality and he’d just have to learn and deal with it as best he can. But, he knew it wasn’t going to be all bad, by the look in Lois’s eyes he knew he was in store for some hot and heavy super sex.