Lois' Earthshaking Reveal

Lois Lane’s Earthshaking Reveal

Written by SteeleBlazer

Superman was flying through the air soaring above the wondrous skyscrapers of Metropolis on his way over to Lois Lane’s apartment; he was feeling good as he already stopped a bank robbery and an out-of-control car from crashing. Just another day for the great superhero, if not a rather uneventful one to be honest. Nothing truly earthshaking happened, but a calm quiet and peaceful day can be a welcome rest.

Which is why Superman was so excited to have gotten the call from Lois. Lois had invited Superman to her apartment for a surprise, and even from his distance from all the way across town he could see her waiting for him. She was waiting for him on the balcony wearing a robe, and he was able to see this from far away thanks to his super vision, and this really got his thoughts racing about just what kind of surprise she had waiting for him. He was almost tempted to use his super vision to take a peek and find out what was waiting for him beneath that robe of hers. He especially liked to see just what kind of underwear and what color Lois was wearing. But, he decided he’d wait and not ruin Lois’s surprise. Still, his mind raced with all the possibilities of just what she was wearing beneath that robe and what could be that little surprise she had for him.

As he landed on her balcony, she greeted him with a warm hug. However, this hug was no ordinary embrace; it was surprisingly strong, even for the Man of Steel. He was lifted off his feet, but the most incredible thing of it all was the strength and tightness of the embrace itself. It was surprisingly crushing, and he couldn’t help but groan a little as air was forced out of his lungs from the sheer power of the hug. But, that was crazy thought Superman to himself... Lois isn’t strong enough to do that, let alone to do it to me...

Still when she finally stopped squeezing and shaking him around and set him down, he couldn't help but use his super vision to sneak a peek under her robe, and what he saw made him gasp yet again.

"Lois, you're... you're muscular," Superman stammered, his eyes wide with surprise.

Lois made a coy smile, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Did you just peek at me using that super vision of yours to look under my robe?" she teased.

Superman blushed slightly. "Well, I... um, yeah, I guess."

Lois playfully slapped him on the back, and the sheer force of her hand caused him to stagger forward. She let out a hearty laugh. "You perv!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with amusement.

Trying to recover from his embarrassment, Superman attempted to explain, "It wasn't like that..."

Lois interrupted with a grin, "Oh, relax, Supes. You're always so serious."

She then grabbed his cape and playfully tugged it, causing him to stumble for a moment, shocked by the sudden force of the pull. His shock continued as Lois just kept on pulling him and leading him through her apartment. He tried to reassert himself, he tried to get back his footing, but Lois just tugged and yanked him this way and that way as they made their way across her apartment and in front of a mirror.

Still, he didn’t try too hard, he didn’t want to hurt Lois or spoil the lighthearted mood and so while he permitted her to tug and pull and yank him throughout her apartment... Or at least that’s what he told himself. With one last tug of his cape Lois had finished leading him to a full body mirror inside of her bedroom. In front of the mirror, she stood before him, her smile beaming, and even if he hadn’t used his super vision to sneak a peek, he’d still be able to see the way the robe was tight against her body with her thick limbs bulging beneath the straining fabric.

The cat might have been out of the bag for Lois’s surprise, but a taut anticipation still hung in the air, and Superman’s eyes were on Lois. How he wanted to scan her again with his super vision to sneak another peak, just to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. He couldn’t wait to see that muscular figure of hers. In a way he thought it was impossible and that he must have been mistaken. Or that this was all just some strange dream. But, dream or not he was so anxious to get another glimpse of that muscular dream body of Lois’s and by the way she was smiling, she was only too happy to give him one.

With a flourish, she let her robe drop, and the room was filled with the stunning sight of her powerful, chiseled muscles. The robe fell to the floor, revealing her bulging, beefy, rippling, and massively engorged muscles. Her physique was a breathtaking sight, with her arms, shoulders, and legs all exuding power and size. A size that was bigger than what even Superman had anticipated or remembered, for her muscles were bigger than his own.

“Great Scott!” Superman exclaimed.

And to say Superman was impressed would be an understatement, just as there is no way to truly overstate the sheer size and muscularity of Lois’s phenomenal physique. A muscular physique so mighty that it dwarfed that of Superman’s own superhuman physique. Yes, Superman was indeed impressed, and her muscles were even larger and certainly way more impressive than what he remembered and thought when he snuck that quick peak of them earlier via his super vision.

And as it turns out Lois was wearing pink lacy underwear, with a matching top, but that hardly seemed to matter right now as all he could see or focus on were her incredible muscles.

But before he could react, further and ask one of the dozens upon dozens of questions that he had for Lois, she playfully punched him on the shoulder. "We both know you already snuck a peek," she said with a wink.

Superman rubbed his shoulder, feeling a surprising sting. "Ow," he muttered, "That actually hurt."

Lois wiggled her eyebrows mischievously. "Let's compare muscles, shall we? I can't wait to see how I size up to Superman."

Superman, still trying to process what he was seeing, what he was feeling, and witnessing. Again, this all felt like some unreal dream to him, Lois seemed impossibly strong, even when compared to him, and somehow strangely she’d gotten those impossibly large muscles. This was all just so impossible, and he didn’t know how to handle it all. He had a million thoughts and perhaps just as many questions and things to say, and finally after rubbing his shoulder and staring wide-eyed at her for several seconds he finally gathered his composure.

Yet all he could manage to say was, "Lois, you look amazing."

With a cheeky grin, Lois delivered a second playful punch to his arm and said, "You bet I do. Now, let's compare muscles, shall we?"

The playful punch felt anything but playful to Superman and he let out a sharp, "OUCH!" As he muttered to himself, "That one really hurt."

Lois’s smile just curved upwards a little and her eyebrows did an excited little dance. All while Superman was still trying to figure out just what in the Sam Hill was going on. He’s Superman, The Man of Steel, and yet Lois has been lifting and squeezing him, tugging and punching him, pushing and pulling him like he was some sort of skinny featherweight, and not the immovable object he truly was.

His mind flashed that perhaps Kryptonite was at play, but as he used his super vision to scan Lois’s body, he was able to do a complete a full body scan without any issue... Except one, Lois’s musculature was so dense that not even his super vision could penetrate it. Things were just getting weirder and weirder, almost as weird as Lois’s punches being able to sting and hurt him as they do. He’d had bullets and even missiles bounce off his body and do less harm and discomfort.

As he rubbed his arm and tried to think of a rational answer, he told Lois, "Hold on a minute, Lois, I've got some questions..."

But Lois, was in no mood for questions, and wanted action. With a grin and a mischievous glint in her eye, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

"Don't make me rough you up," Lois teased playfully as she swiftly wrapped her bulging bicep around his neck, locking him into a headlock. The suddenness of the maneuver caught Superman not just by surprise, but actually caught and trapped him in their powerful embrace, and he couldn't fathom how her arms, as mighty as they looked, could have this much strength.

As Lois squeezed, her bulging bicep pressed against his neck, he went weak in the knees as he felt his legs go rubbery. He’d have fallen to the floor, if not for being caught captive in that powerful but playful headlock of Lois’s, she wasn’t really cranking it on, but she was still giving him a glimpse of her incredible power. And squeeze after squeeze he felt her power pulse painfully throughout his entire body. He had faced tanks and actual bulldozers head-on without flinching, yet here he was being bulldozed by Lois Lane, unable to budge her bulging arm as it constricted around him.

Deep down, he knew he could free himself from her grasp if he truly wanted to, but he also knew that doing so could potentially hurt Lois. Or that is what he told himself as another one of Lois’s playful, but painful squeezes caused him to gasp and groan and made black stars dance and swim in his eyes.

As she paraded him toward the mirror, his feet stumbled and dragged against the floor as he was too dizzy and disoriented to walk with her. As much as he wasn’t enjoying himself, Lois on the other hand was having so much fun.

Her laughter filled the room, mixing with her teasing remarks. "Come on, Supes, we've got some show-and-tell to do." Her playful tone belied her strength as she squeezed his neck. "We're going to have a little muscle-off, and I’m not going to let you escape no matter how humiliated or belittled you feel"

Her laughter rang through the room as she released him from the unexpectedly painful hold. With a quick, firm grip on his shoulder, she effortlessly spun him around, positioning him squarely in front of the mirror, where their reflections loomed large, emphasizing the stark contrast between their bodies. Superman couldn't help but feel a mixture of disbelief and awe at the sight of their disparate musculature, and he also couldn’t help but feel belittled.

Belittled seemed to be the apt word to describe just how he felt as he looked upon their reflections in the mirror, and how seemingly effortlessly she was able to manhandle him. If he wasn’t such a mighty hero, this all would most certainly be a crushing blow to his ego. But, he had nothing to fear. After all he had moved actual mountains and Lois muscular or not, was still just the same little woman he had rescued countless times before.

Only she wasn’t so little anymore, and it was with a playful swaying of her hips that her booty bumped into his and she tossed him aside a few inches. This just further surprised and confused him. He wasn’t just a man, but a superman and he had moved not just actual mountains, but whole planets in space with his superpowered might, but not so little Lois Lane just bumped him with her beefy butt and knocked him aside with that deliciously muscular derriere of hers. That just didn’t seem possible...

Again, this was all belittling to Superman, but not half as belittling as what was about to come next. Standing in front of him Lois brought up her arms in a powerful double bicep flex. Superman could only stare slack jawed as he saw those mountainous muscles rise up off her arms and those bicep peaks climb further and further up. And as belittling as all that was, once again that would prove to be half as belittling as what was about to come next.

“C’mon Smallville, let’s see how ya measure up.” Lois said to him part teasing, part mocking, but fully commanding.

And so Superman reluctantly and with a heavy heart and heavy limb, sighed and brought his arms up in a flex right in front of Lois’s arms. And this was all so devastating and humiliating and yes... belittling to Superman, for his great muscular arms were merely half the size of Lois’s.

His arms were big, hers were colossal. The contrast was undeniable. Her sinewy muscles throbbed with veins, pulsating with power, the sheer size of her beefy bulging biceps dwarfing his own. His eyes moved from her rippling arms to his, and a sense of humility washed over him.

"C’mon and really flex those biceps," Lois playfully teased.

And he gave his arms the most powerful squeeze her could, and yet while his biceps did bulge, they didn’t rise up any further off his own impressive frame. A muscular frame that would be most impressive indeed if not for being dwarfed at the moment by Lois’s.

And with a hard grunt and an even harder squeeze, she flexed her arms even harder, and those beefy, bulging, mountainous bicep peaks of hers rose up even higher than before.

Lois, reveling in her newfound dominance, couldn't resist taunting him. "Quite the difference, huh, Smallville?”

And perhaps it wasn’t so, but it seemed to Superman, that Lois really emphasized the SMALL in Smallville, and he couldn’t help but blush bright red at her comments as he really was giving it everything that he got, and yet as impressive as his physique was, it was all thoroughly unimpressive next to Lois and just downright belittling.

But, how could this be so?

Superman's thoughts raced, his super bravado and confidence waning. He couldn't believe the incredible sheer impossible size and definition of Lois's muscles. Each pose she struck highlighted her physical superiority, and he was left feeling smaller and less powerful in her presence.

"Now, flex your thighs," she challenged her tone haughty and laced with playful sensuality.

Superman obeyed, but as he inspected their reflections, he couldn't ignore the staggering discrepancy in size. Her thighs didn’t just merely outline his own in the mirror, but his thighs seemed to be the same size as Lois’s calves. While Lois's thighs were like great concrete pillars sculpted by Michelangelo himself into human form. Superman couldn't help but feel inadequate in comparison.

And if he wasn’t shaken enough by that one on one comparison, Lois took a step closer behind him, and slammed her muscular thigh against his. His whole body was shaken by that powerful muscular display, and he surely would have fallen to the floor, if not for Lois’s strong sturdy hands keeping him upright. She was so close now he could feel her hot breath tickling his neck, and her muscular chest was so large that he also felt her nipples tickle the small of his back, they were rock-hard, just like her quads and the rest of her.

And as he looked and saw how anemic and anything but super his own thighs looked in comparison to Lois’s impossibly huge muscles, he really started to feel like his whole entire world was being shaken to its core.

“Looks like I win again Smallville,” Lois purred into his ear, once again emphasizing the SMALL in Smallville.

All Superman could do was bristle and blush at these comments. He was still at a loss for just what was going on. It might seem pathetically apparent to an outside observer what was going on, but to a man who challenged and defeated literal gods, and to a man the world and universe viewed as the most super of all men, this was downright baffling. How could his own girlfriend be outmuscling him like so, and how could she be this incredibly and impossibly strong? This all just seemed so alien to him, almost as alien as he was to this world, and it all just felt so weird, so strange, so impossible, and you better believe so damn belittling.

“Let’s spread those shoulders and see that patented Superman pose.” Lois once again commanded.

So, Superman put on a brave face, puffed up his chest, and squared out his shoulders, in a pose that graced so many newspapers and magazines that it was downright iconic and why Lois herself called it his patented pose.

But, as he saw Lois begin to flare out her shoulders, it wasn’t long before her impossible muscles overtook and eclipsed his. He could both see and feel her chest expanding as she took in a deep breath, her chest and shoulders widening out further, and further, and even further still with that long deep breath. And her rock-hard nipples still pressing into his back seemed to almost tickle him as they moved against him with the expansion of her chest.

It felt nice, and perhaps in a different situation even enjoyable. But, he wasn’t having much enjoyment now, but thanks to his super senses, he knew the opposite to be true for Lois, he could smell her arousal, and the more she demonstrated her physical superiority it seemed the more turned on she became.

It was impossible for him to deny the visual evidence of her muscular superiority. He was looking at it right now in the mirror with Lois’s arms and shoulders flared out in an identical pose to his. He used to think he looked impressive and heroic and super when he posed like that, but not now. Not standing in front of Lois and seeing how his own body didn’t even begin to fill in the outlines of hers. He looked like a joke next to her and the farthest thing from being super. And while it might have been his patented pose, she had supplanted him and taken ownership of that pose, just as surely as those prodigious and impossibly strong and large muscles of hers surpassed his in size... And he gulped as he began to think and began to fear, possibly in strength as well.

Lois laughed as she said, “Looks like I’m looking more super than Superman... How do you like that Smallville, who looks more heroic me or you?”

Superman was lost for words, caught between the mirror's reflection of himself and Lois's overpowering presence. Lois decided to take the matter into her own hands, quite literally. Wrapping her arms around him, she caused his own arms to fall to the side. He tried to break free, but Lois had them pinned, her face nestled against his neck as she stood on her toes, squeezing him and pressing him down, so that her own face could be right next to his. Despite the crushing pain, this was still a surprisingly affectionate if not overpowering hug. Her arms, thick with muscle, pressed and crushed him, leaving his face flushed and his body engulfed by her immense and impossible muscularity.

As she asked once more, "Who is more heroic, who is more super... you or me?" Superman's internal struggle continued. Looking into the mirror, he knew deep down that Lois had surpassed him, not just in physical appearance but most likely and impossibly in strength. And in that moment, he had to admit it. His face flushed even redder, the pressure from Lois's hug leaving an indelible mark on his ego.

Still he could not say it, for he still didn’t fully believe it. Despite Lois gently ramping up the not so gentle pressure from her crushing embrace. His face flushed with a crimson hue and droplets of sweat formed on his brow, he was on the verge of passing out, while Lois seemed to be on the verge of an orgasm. Her feminine musk was overpowering his super senses, and he could feel her heartbeat speeding up, as her muscular chest pressed deeply into his back. Her nipples poking painfully into his skin like sensual tiny daggers.

His whole body seemed to yield and give way to hers. Her arms further constricting and crushing him, as Lois’s body just seemed to further envelope and take him in. He’d flown through brick and steel and concrete walls, and yet he couldn’t escape Lois’s clutches. At first, he wasn’t truly trying, but by now he was giving it nearly everything he had, and he couldn’t even budge those bulging rippling muscles of hers. He was trapped.

And there was no escaping it, just as there was no escaping Lois, and so finally he had to admit the truth.

“Yes, Lois you are more super than me,” He said in a whisper.

While it may have been said in a whisper, Lois heard him loud and clear. She was so filled with elation and exuberance that she gave Superman a great big hug in celebration, seemingly forgetting her muscular superiority. As that hug full of exuberance crushed his body, and cracked his bones, and shattered almost all that remained of his supersized superhero ego.

Superman was crestfallen and just plain crushed, while Lois was feeling euphoric and always one to seize the opportunity, giggled and kissed him right on the lips with a loud smack before releasing him. And it took all his remaining super strength to not fall down. On wobbly legs he struggled to right himself and stay standing and thanks to the mirror he was able to see his clownish struggles and Lois laughing behind him. He watched as she kept on laughing, her laughter filling the room as she effortlessly struck his patented pose, now undeniably owning it.

And watching in the mirror as Lois’s chest rose up and down from her hearty laughter, he couldn’t help but notice how her muscles rippled and bulged, and how her whole body was swelling up and how those pink lacy undergarments of hers were straining at the seams to contain her massive muscular bulk. He also couldn’t help but have a fear of Lois just pushing him aside and taking over his mantle of the world’s greatest hero.

It was then that she slid past him, her shoulders just grazing his, and as she passed, she gave him a little wink, and his shoulder a little bump with her own impossibly wide shoulders. That little bump sent his whole-body rocking and swaying. He was a man, a superman who had stood firm and shoulder to shoulder with the most powerful heroes in the entire universe and none of them ever could knock him off his pedestal or just plain knock him over like Lois just did.

At least not with such a seemingly soft and playful little tap. But, that tap sent shockwaves through his super powered body and he couldn’t help but buckle and wobble from the might of her mighty female muscles.

Once again this was just so belittling to him. But not so much as when she stood fully in front of him and nearly blocked his whole reflection off with her titanic muscular frame. His head was the only part of his body that he could see, that was how perfectly and resoundingly Lois’s muscularity had eclipsed his own. And by now he had so much doubts sown in him about his once undeniable invincible might, that perhaps her might, might actually eclipse his in terms of raw power too. Such a thought was impossible. But, then again those muscles of Lois’s were impossibly large.

Just as it was impossible for Lois to truly be stronger than him. Yes, he might have admitted it just a moment before. But, he said those words in a whisper, and even though Lois’s muscular shadow loomed large over him, he still had a shadow of a doubt that she actually could be stronger than him. The plain and simple fact was he was Superman, and muscles or not, he was the one with superpowers and not Lois.

Despite the fact, of course, that Lois had a muscularity that he’d never seen before. A fact further emphasized as she flared out her shoulders and rose up her arms in another powerful flex.

“Feel them.” Lois told him.

And Superman did as he was told. Her biceps were so massive that it easily filled up his hands. He could feel the power and hardness of her muscles, just as he could fill the blood rushing through her veins. Her skin was soft, but her body was like iron, no harder than iron, harder than steel itself. And gulped when he thought if Lois’s body is harder than steel, then could she be harder than a man of steel?

“Squeeze them.” Lois beckoned to him with a voice just barely louder than a whisper.

And so he did, one hand on each of her biceps he gave her a gentle squeeze, and Lois in return gave him a gentle laugh and a giggle.

“No, really squeeze them, I want you to put all your superhero might into it.” Lois told him in a seductive purr.

And so once again he gave her a squeeze. A little reluctantly at first, this was Lois and despite all the impossible events so far today, he didn’t want to hurt her. But, it was her laugh that wound up hurting his pride.

“Is that the best the mighty Superman can do?” I thought you were stronger... C’mon don’t hold back and don’t be such a wimp!”

And now there was no holding back for Superman, he decided to use both his hands on just one of her flexed biceps. And her bicep was so big that even both of his hands combined could not fully wrap around it. He gave it a squeeze to end all squeezes. And yet, Lois still just giggled, and he couldn’t even put the slightest indent into the massive muscular mound. With his hands he again squeezed with all his superhero might, the same hands that he once compressed coal into shimmering diamonds and yet, he could not compress that dense bulky bicep of hers.

He squeezed again, and sweat dripped down his face, and in the mirror he caught Lois’s sly wink and a smile as she too squeezed and flexed her arm, and Superman’s hands could not contain the muscular explosion that was Lois’s bicep flex, despite his hands on numerous occasions having contained multiple grenade explosions, and other small bomb detonations. Yet, Lois’s muscular might was too powerful and would not and could not be contained and so despite his best superhuman effort his hands flew off from her flexed bicep.

“What’s the matter Superman, am I too much woman for ya to handle?” Lois purred as she reached her hand back and stroked Superman’s face. This was the same arm of hers that she just flexed and as she held his face in her hand, she too held that bulging bicep of hers in his face. Giving him an up front and personal view of that thick throbbing vein and it was so close he could practically feel it pulsing and throbbing with its impossible power.

“Certainly not Lois,” Superman said trying to reassure her, but he wasn’t so assured himself, as by now the sweat was dripping down his face.

“Well, I’ve got a job for Superman... Why don’t you go ahead and kiss my bicep.” She whispered to him.

He looked at that bicep, so engorged and thick with muscles so dense that not even his super vision could penetrate it, a bicep so big that it easily was bigger than his head, bigger than his legs, and maybe even just as big as his own chest. So impossibly big, and he just could not wrap his head around how Lois had gotten so gosh darn big!

While he could not wrap his head around how Lois had gotten such big biceps, she was a bit perturbed with him taking so long to kiss them, that she decided to wrap her big bicep around his head. And she did so and gave him a flex, which was one heck of a crushing squeeze as Superman once again felt the impossible raw muscular might of Lois Lane. And while this didn’t give him the answer he was searching for; it did make him realize he had more pressing concerns besides wondering how did Lois get so muscular.

Mainly Lois’s bicep pressing and squeezing and crushing his face. He let out a painful cry, but Lois didn’t mind. In fact, she seemed to let out a moan of pleasure, and again that musky scent of her arousal was only too thick in the air. She let out another moan as she gave him another long, hefty squeeze.

“Was I wrong, am I really too much woman for the mighty Man of Steel?” Lois asked Superman as she kept right on squeezing and flexing her bicep. The intense crushing squeeze and sheer power of her muscular might was unlike he ever felt before. This was one hard situation for Superman, and while he’d been in hard situations before, he’d never been in one like this... Especially since strange and impossible as all this was, he found himself getting hard.

Yes, there was something oddly appealing about Lois’s strange and impossible muscles, and despite the fact that she was currently crushing his head between her flexed bicep mound and her forearm, he found that Lois wasn’t the only one becoming more and more aroused.

“You don’t feel like steel to me, you feel soft!” Lois teased as she squeezed his face with another pulverizing flex. “What’s this...” Lois said as Superman’s hard cock brushed against her hips. “Maybe you still are the man of steel after all.” She said voicing her approval of his rock-hard cock. A cock that grew harder still with her latest crushing squeeze.

Despite his arousal, he did try to free himself, he tried to escape, but all he could do was flail and whimper as she gave him crushing flex after crushing flex. Yet, the harder and harder she squeezed the harder and harder he became, at least in his red trunks.

“I’m not some damsel anymore Superman, I’m your equal.” Lois proclaimed as she pumped her arm with yet another flex. “Well, your muscular superior!”

And she punctuated her last remark with of course another hard crushing flex. And finally, she released his face... And no sooner than she done so, Superman’s lips fell upon her beautiful bulging bicep, and gave it a soft gentle kiss.

He knew that she was his muscular superior, and he kissed her bicep over and over again. As his lips pressed against her hard, steely muscles, he could feel the raw power and incredible density beneath her skin. Each kiss was a testament to her muscular superiority and Superman couldn't help but be amazed by the sheer size and strength of her body. The musky scent of her arousal filled the air coupled with her moans of pleasure and approval, and he continued to kiss her bulging muscles, a sign of his submission to her newfound dominance.

There was no question in his mind, Lois as impossible and strange as it seems was stronger than him thanks to those strange and impossibly large muscles of hers. And with those impossibly large and strong arms of hers, Lois swept up Superman in a loving romantic embrace. They were now face to face, and panting breathlessly, and Superman could taste that heated sensual breath of hers.

“How do you like my muscles?” Lois asked in a whisper. He could feel her warm hot breath, just as he could feel the warm hot blood coursing through her muscles, for that was how tight she was holding and squeezing him. That he couldn’t just feel her impossible strength, but the blood pumping through and powering it.

“They’re breathtaking,” he said to her.

And Lois couldn’t contain herself and gave him a deep passionate kiss.

And Superman found out it wasn’t just her muscles that were breathtaking, but so too was Lois’s kiss. And it wasn’t just her muscles that overpowering him, but her tongue itself was overpowering his, and as she took his tongue in her mouth and gave it a sensual suck, the suction from her powerful kiss brought him closer to her still, and took the air from his very own superpowered lungs... Leaving him breathless.

So much so that he nearly blacked out and his face fell into her muscular bosom.

“Looks like we’ve found something more devastating to you than Kryptonite.” Lois teased Superman as he remained face down planted in her great big bosom.

It was soft, it was warm, and it was nice, and then suddenly he felt what he could only describe as the weight of the world bearing down on him. Only he’d actually felt such things, and this was far worse. He heard Lois giggling, and she was now flexing her great big muscular pecs, and this caused Superman’s face to be caught up and ensnared by her brawny bulging bosom.

She flexed her pecs again, and she laughed as she heard Superman’s muffled groans. She then flexed her pecs again and again. Popping them off one at a time, over and over again, and again, she fluttered her bosom. Each flex and pop of her meaty muscular bosom would swell up and slap Superman in the face, and one after the other, over and over again, she flexed those pecs, battering his face with that brawny bosom of hers.

For a superman such as himself, he’d on more than one occasion stopped actual motorboats, and they’d done no harm to him as he collided with them looking no worse for wear. But, with each collision of Lois’s breasts to his face, it was his face looking the worse for wear.

“Who needs Kryptonite, when I’ve got Mighty Female Muscles!” Lois proclaimed as she brought up her arms in a double bicep flex and gave her chest one great big flex too, a flex that sent Superman flying out from her breasts along with her lacy pink bra.

He flew all the way to her bed and fell on top of it. While that pink bra of hers flew right beside him and fell atop his face. By the time he removed the bra from his face, he found Lois standing over him at the foot of the bed. Her body was covered in a sheen of lustrous, sweet sweat, highlighting the contours of her impossibly large muscles.

Even without flexing, her muscles bulged and rippled beneath her skin. Superman couldn't tear his gaze away from her, and as he looked on, he couldn't help but notice the tightness of her lacy pink panties. How they strained against the sheer force of her bulging muscles, their delicate fabric almost seeming to disappear as her muscular mass threatened to engulf them. The fabric clung desperately to her, struggling to maintain its composure in the face of her overwhelming power, and of course he couldn’t help but notice the great big wet spot on them, just as of course he could smell that erotic musky scent of her arousal that hung in the air. It was a heady mix of power and desire, and it only served to further captivate him. Lois had become a true powerhouse, and he couldn't help but be entranced by her newfound dominance.

He didn’t know what was going to happen, but he had a few ideas, and they say a gentleman never tells, but a man of steel would have told you, he thought he was in for some super snu snu!

Which is why Lois’s next few words confounded him.

“Stand up.” She said to him.

He thought they were going to get right down to business, that she was going to mount him right then and there... But, no... It appears she had one last humiliation in store for him. One last game to play... One last bit of her femdom muscular superiority foreplay.

And so he staggered to his feet.

“Who’s stronger?” She asked him as she flared out her vast shoulders and flexed her naked muscular chest and arms.

“You are,” He sighed to her, his shoulders slumping and knees buckling slightly.

“I am,” She purred. “But, I want one last contest of strength. I really want to pit the mighty Superman’s super strength against my Mighty Female Muscles.”

“But, why... You’ve proven you’re stronger than me.” Superman said dejectedly…

“I did... But, not in a true contest, not in a true battle of the wills. I want us to go hand in hand, toe to toe, and you give me everything you got... Or everything you’ve got left, and we’ll see just who the stronger truly is.” She said to him.

“But, why?” Superman asked again.

“Because, if I don’t there is always going to be a little nagging part of you that’ll think that you’re still stronger, and I won’t be having that.” Lois said as she gave her bicep a hefty flex and then gave it a kiss with those pouty lips of hers.

Superman knew Lois was right. He knew he had to accept her challenge, and he also just remembered that’s the real measure of a hero rising up to a challenge and overcoming any obstacle. No matter how impossible they are. Or for Superman no matter how impossibly large and strong Lois’s muscles might be.

So, he straightened up his back, puffed up his chest, and squared out his shoulders and accepted Lois’s challenge. He was going to rise to the occasion and show her just what kind of a man he was. He is not just a superman, but Superman, and he’d be damned if he’d lose this challenge!

Lois just smiled, and hand in hand they were enjoined. He could feel her strength, but he wasn’t sweating it, despite the fact that he still was indeed sweating. He just smiled and said, “Ready when you are Lois.”

And she smiled back and gave her eyebrows that little dance of theirs, and said to him, “That’s the Superman I remember and love... Now, ready... set... GO!”

And Superman using his super reflexes didn’t hold back and went right when she said; “Go,” yet for all his might and great strength she did not buckle and she did not budge. But, how did those impossible muscles of hers bulge.

“Have you started?” she teased.

She needn’t ask the question as from his contorted sweat drenched face, and the way his muscles trembled and quivered he was giving it all he had and then some. But, she did ask, because she just loved teasing him, she loved it almost as much as she loved being stronger than him, and so she just stood there and let him struggle and exert his full superhuman might.

He didn't respond, focusing all his energy on pushing her, but it was becoming painfully clear that he couldn't overpower her. He thought to himself Kryptonite really was nothing when compared to Lois’s Mighty Female Muscles. And yet he did not give up or give in. He reached deep down into every last vestige and every reservoir of strength he had and he pulled it out. Never had he so exerted himself, for he lived in a world of cardboard and fragility, where if he lost control for just a split second there could be dire consequences...

Only now it appears he met his match...

Nay, his superior in the form of Lois Lane and her impossible muscular might. But, he would not give up, he could not, he still wanted to prove to Lois that he could and would forever be her Superman. His sweat-drenched body glistened as he continued to struggle, and his muscles quivered from the immense effort.

Lois couldn't help but smile at the sight of her mighty Superman giving it his all, and her muscles responded by flexing even harder, their size and definition reaching an almost absurd level. With a playful glint in her eye, she decided it was time to show him the extent of her power.

In a swift and powerful motion, she pushed him back, her immense muscles brimming and bursting with power as she exerted her incredible strength. Superman's arms, no matter how superhuman, couldn't withstand the sheer force of her bulging biceps. His legs buckled under the unrelenting pressure, and his back began to give way.

As his legs crumbled, he fell onto the bed, the mattress groaning in protest. Lois, unyielding, fell on top of him, her powerful body pressing down, a mountain of muscle atop him. As they both crashed down on the bed causing the bed's legs to snap under the incredible force. But the struggle wasn’t over, Superman still resisted her, and so with their hands still locked in their battle, his arms were without a doubt strong enough to move mountains, but he could not move the mountain of muscle that was Lois Lane. His arms were strong enough to move entire planets, yet he could not budge the arms of the Daily Planet’s ace reporter.

His grip was weakening, and his arms shook with spasms as he gave her every last bit of strength that he had, and as his own strength was ebbing in his arms, he could feel that certain part of him growing stronger and stronger, especially as he felt Lois’s hard body pressing against it. Her muscular strength just proved too much. Superman, despite his incredible might, was being outmatched by the sheer power of Lois's female muscles. His hands were slowly forced down, inch by inch, until they met the resistance of the bed, where she pinned them, leaving him unable to escape her dominant grasp.

And face to face he was unable to escape looking her in the eyes as she triumphantly and with a calm calculated measure finally pinned him on the bed. Her eyebrows did that little wiggling dance of hers and Superman just groaned as he had once more been bested and belittled by Lois and her impossibly huge and even more impossibly strong muscles. And he knew without a doubt, in all finality that Lois, as impossible as it sounds was actually and truly stronger than him. That Lois was somehow impossibly more super than Superman!

With a sly grin, she leaned in close, her eyes locking onto his. "Looks like I win, Smallville," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction and arousal.

Lois leaned down and kissed Superman, capturing his lips beneath hers, she kissed him hard, she kissed him fierce, and she kissed him with wanton passion. Her tongue wrestled and battered his, and then she lifted her head up, but instead of breaking off the kiss, she once again locked her lips around his tongue and with a great powerful suck, slurped his tongue into her mouth and used that super suction to lift Superman up along with her rising body.

And when she finished the kiss Superman was once again left breathless in more ways than one. She grabbed his cape before he could fall back down on the bed. And she stood up hoisting the slumped and nearly unconscious Superman by his cape, and just smiled at him, holding him as if he were just a trophy she had won.

“That was fun, what should we do next?” Lois asked Superman as her free hand fondled Superman’s erect member as it bulged far out on his red trunks. “Looks like we both are thinking the same thing... Well, then enough foreplay let’s do it!”

And Lois grabbed at Superman’s trunks and lightning fast she tore off those trunks and exposed that thick, throbbing, titanic super cock of Superman’s. And then as she was still holding him by his cape she gave her thick, muscular forearm a quick hard flick and she whipped and slammed Superman back down upon the bed with a terrific slam. A slam so hard the mattress stand splintered and broke.

Towering over Superman, her impossibly large muscles lustrous and shimmering with a slick layer of sweet sweat, and her blood pumping and her heart full of lust and desire. A lust that Superman could smell, and a lust that had now fully soaked those lacy pink panties of hers, which were now skin tight and were so engorged and stretched to their limit, that they almost looked painted on. She breathed in deeply and flared out her whole body and gave a great big flex. And then she let out a feral cry and slammed her hips down onto Superman’s.

She didn’t even remove her panties, she just fell right on his super cock, and his dick was so hard and strong that it tore through the silky fabric. And it looks like the Man of Steel just proved in one small way why he was still deserving of his nickname... Okay... Maybe not so small.

The impact of the enjoining and collision of their superpowered bodies made the floorboards crack and with each lusty and passionate thrust of Lois’s muscular hips, the floorboards cried out further in protest as they cracked and splintered further and further. Superman had never felt such force, such power, such passion, and all he could do was weather the lust filled gyrations that brought a tsunami of pleasure and pain crashing down on him. Any lesser man would have been killed, but he was a superman and thanks to his superpowers he was able weather that storm, if albeit just barely.

The bed and floorboards were another story, and after only mere minutes of pulverizing pelvic thrusts, the bed was in shambles and the floorboard itself fell away, and Lois and Superman fell with it, crashing down to the next floor. Lois neither stopped nor slowed her gyrations, and they crashed down right in the middle of some stranger’s apartment. Lucky for everyone, no one was home, and no one was harmed.

Except for Superman. His hips were really sore, and his back was battered, and he thought knew the fall knocked a shoulder out of alignment. But, his cock held strong and remained firm and hard, despite the gripping pressure of Lois’s powerful pussy. It might not sound erotic or desirable to compare such a beautiful part of a woman’s anatomy to a steel vice, but that was just the type of pressure that was being exerted and wrought onto the Man of Steel’s super dick. Lucky for him, while his own superpowered body was being crushed, and mangled, and battered and bruised, his cock remained hard as steel.

Lois was fury incarnate driven on by an insatiable carnal lust. For years, and years she always admired Superman, wished to be with him, wished to be like him. And all the times prior that she had been with him, she always enjoyed the passion as he was without a doubt the best fuck she’d ever had, but she always wished that he could give her a good and proper super fucking. Now, that she had those impossibly big, and impossibly strong mighty female muscles, she was the one doing the fucking. And this was the biggest, hardest, SUPER FUCK in the history of the universe.

Perhaps only the big bang itself could rival this one, and with another bang from her muscular hips they both fell through the floor yet again... And again... and again! There was no stopping Lois’s lust, she would not be stopped until she reached the ultimate peaks of pleasure, even if that meant falling through floor after floor of the high rise apartment building. The super couple, enjoined in the act of coupling, didn’t just send shockwaves throughout the entire building, but through the entire city, and even the entire world.

His sweat-slicked body, gleaming in the dim light, was a testament to the immense effort he was exerting. Lois's bulging muscles shone with a sheen of sweat as they continued to overpower him. He’d never been in a struggle like this, and for all the pain, there was an equal amount of pleasure.  It was making him feel things he’d never felt before, and I don’t mean pain. He felt a vulnerability, and a sensuality in all of this that made him feel things inside of himself he never knew existed and it felt great. And so he stood his ground as best as he could in this sensual struggle.

Lois, with her incredible strength, released his hands and leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Their mouths locked together, and in that moment, their powerful connection went beyond mere physical strength. Lois's tender but forceful kiss conveyed a depth of emotion and desire that once more left Superman breathless. As their lips met, their hearts beat in unison, a powerful rhythm of love and longing.

Floor after floor the two lovers crashed through, but still Lois’s lust did not break on those might hips of Superman’s. Although by now he did have several smashed and broken bones, lucky for him nothing a few hours sunbathing and absorbing the yellow light from the sun couldn’t mend. While he had many broken bones, his boner was still as hard and strong as ever. He’d never been in so much pain, but he’s also never known such pleasure, and floor after floor they went through, the pleasure and pain seemed to heighten and increase.

Still he was pushed to his absolute limits, by Lois’s pushing and pulverizing pussy, and he didn’t know how much longer he could last. Even a superman has his limits, and he was starting to scrape the very bottom of his energy reserves. And it was right then that they crashed through the last floor and the very bottom of the building itself. They were in the reinforced basement of the skyscraper, and thrust after thrust Lois’s body battered Superman’s into the concrete floor, sending chunks of debris into the air.

From Lois’s lust a crater form, driven on by her desire for more and more pleasure. She slammed, and squeezed and humped and fucked with wild passion, her great musculature and hard steely body driving Superman deeper and deeper into the concrete foundation. The whole building swayed, and the entire earth shook under her thunderous lust. Superman, didn’t know if he could hold out any longer, and he didn’t think the building could either, and just then, at that moment, Lois hit the absolute peak of pleasure, and she cried out in orgasmic scream, a scream so loud and powerful that it shattered the windows of the first few floors of the skyscraper.

And just like that Lois had gotten the Super FUCK she always desired. It was even better than she ever dreamed. And as for Superman, he survived... but just barely. He came right after her, in equal parts pleasure and relief no doubt…  To think this was just an ordinary and uneventful day, and now he had just been Super Fucked by Lois Lane, and barely lived to tell about it. All thanks to those strange and impossibly large and impossibly strong mighty female muscles of hers. So big and powerful and impossibly strong that they were truly earthshaking.

“That was the best sex ever wasn’t it Superman?” Lois asked him as she pulled him tight against her burly frame. She was gentle... As gentle as she can or wanted to be, but he was tender and sore, and he couldn’t help but make some light moaning sounds as she brought him near. She just smiled and wiggled her eyebrows, delighting in his soft moans.

“Lois, you need to be careful.” Superman said to her. His voice so small and soft as he was feeling so weak, that it was barely above a whisper.

“Why?” Lois asked. “Weren’t we having fun?”

“Y-yes...” Superman replied meekly, “But someone could have gotten hurt, and I don’t mean me. I mean we could have hurt someone crashing through all those floors.”

“Ohhh, that... Don’t be silly!” Lois said to him with a laugh. “I used my super vision to make sure all the floors were clear and that no one would be harmed.”

“Y-you got S-super vision?” Superman asked shocked.

“Yeah, and all sorts of other superpowers just like you!” She exclaimed happily.

And if the fact of Lois being stronger and more powerful to Superman was earthshaking, the fact that she had even more superpowers really blew him away.

And by that I mean literally as Lois just smiled and winked and then blew him a kiss, and blew him all the way across the room with her super breath. And so partially naked, and completely exhausted, and drained of all his vast energy reserves, and other bodily fluids, Superman passed out.