What's Up Lois's Sleeve? (Superman Short Story)

What’s up Lois’s Sleeve?

Written By: SteeleBlazer

Lois Lane stood in the Daily Planet press room, feeling powerful and confident as ever… Actually quite a bit more so than ever! She had been working hard on her fitness and now she was a diva muscle maven. A venerable muscle goddess and that really isn’t hyperbole. You really couldn’t tell from looking at her due to the clothes she was wearing, but she had bigger muscles than Superman and she knew it. She also knew she was far more powerful than any regular human, but she wasn’t quite certain just how powerful she was. Which is why she requested this interview with Superman. She was hoping to not just surprise him, but also herself with the not so little surprise she had up her sleeves...

And just what was up those sleeves of hers, why massive and robust, raw, powerful, mighty female muscles. As Superman walked in for their interview, Lois couldn't wait even a second longer and couldn’t help but challenge him to an arm-wrestling match.

"Hey, Superman," Lois said, her voice booming with confidence. "Do you ever worry that there might be someone out there stronger than you?"

Superman chuckled, "Lois, I'm Superman. No man is stronger than me."

"What about a woman?" Lois asked with a sly smile as she rolled up her sleeve to reveal her bulging bicep.

Superman's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of her powerful arm. "I see you've been hitting the gym," he said, impressed.

While Superman’s eyes were bulging out almost as much as what Lois’s mighty bicep was, and while he was in shock he still wasn’t afraid. Why would he be, he’s Superman after all. Still, he couldn't believe it; Lois had bigger muscles than him. But he wasn't going to back down. He was Superman after all and muscular or not, she was just a woman after all, and once more a woman without any superpowers.

Superpowers or not that didn’t stop Lois from feeling confident and cocky as she kept right on flexing her arm and pumping that beefy bulging bicep of hers right in front of Superman’s shocked face. As Lois flexed her impressive bicep, Superman's eyes widened even further with amazement. He couldn't believe the sheer size and density of her muscles, and he felt a pang of intimidation. But he couldn't take his eyes off her, and he used his super x-ray vision to get a closer look.

As he scanned her body, he could see every bulge and curve of her thick, beefy muscles. He was impressed by her strength and power, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit intimidated by her as her muscles seemed denser than any other human’s he’d ever seen before. That seemed crazy, but he scanned over her entire body again, not just because he was enjoying what he was seeing, but because he was also so very curious. As his eyes pored over every inch of her body Lois noticed what he was doing, and she couldn't resist making a quip.

"Do you like the nice pink shade of my panties?" she asked, grinning mischievously.

“Yes, it’s very nice.” Superman said and then quickly started to mumble his apologies and he blushed at being caught, but Lois just laughed it off.

"It's okay, Superman. I don't mind. But since you've seen my muscles, it's only fair you show me yours."

Lois sauntered up to him, sidling up so close to him and teasingly swaying her hips as she got closer. As she sashayed her hips, she gave him a little playful hip bump. However, this little playful hip bump caused Superman to stumble a bit. That’s right, a man who was as unmovable as a mountain was just jostled and bumped by Lois’s seductive hips. She just laughed as she kept on flexing her muscles and flirting with him.

"Come on, Supes. Flex with me." She said to him.

Superman still blushing turned an even deeper shade of red. He flexed alongside her and everyone in the room was shocked to see Lois with bigger muscles than Superman. They were already shocked just by the fact that Lois had big muscles, but now seeing that they were even bigger than Superman’s left them even in more of a shocked stupor.

No one was more shocked than Jimmy Olsen, Superman’s best pal. And in his shocked disbelief he blurted out, “Holy smokes Superman Lois has even bigger muscles than you!”

The room erupted in laughter. Superman wasn’t used to people laughing at him, but he took it all like a good sport. Besides he thought to himself size isn’t everything.

"Okay, Lois," Superman said. "You've got me beat on the muscle front. But don't forget, I'm Superman. I have superpowers. I’m the Man of Steel. You're still just a regular human woman. There's no way you can be stronger than me."

Lois grinned and walked over to the side of her desk, pulling out a solid steel pipe. She bent it right in front of Superman's eyes, and he gulped in shock.

"You might be the Man of Steel, but I can bend steel now," Lois said. "And I'm not afraid to take you on."

Superman laughed, a bit nervously. "Okay, Lois. You're on. But I'll be gentle with you so as not to hurt you."

Lois laughed. "Oh, don't worry, Supes. I'll do the same."

As they locked hands, Lois gave a firm squeeze and Superman winced a bit. "Oops... Was I too rough?" Lois asked, feigning innocence. "I guess I don't know my own strength, but don't worry, I'll try to be gentle so as not to crush your ego like how I just crushed your hand..." She grinned mischievously, and Superman gulped nervously.

The murmurs among the crowd grew louder, and Lois turned to Jimmy. "Make sure you get this, Jimmy," she said, gesturing to the arm-wrestling match. "I have a feeling you'll want to document this moment."

Jimmy Olsen stood off to the side, ready with his camera as the arm-wrestling match was about to begin.

“Are you ready Superman?” Lois asked the Man of Steel, and he nodded his readiness and a small trickle of sweat came loose from his brow and trickled down the side of his face.

Lois laughed and said to him, “You don’t look ready, but you can start whenever you want!”

Superman took a deep breath and gave it a go; only Lois’s arm remained firmly in place and would not go. He braced himself and tried again, but no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't budge Lois's arm.

She just grinned and leaned in closer, whispering in his ear, "I told you, Superman. I may not have superpowers, but I've got something even better - these mighty female muscles. And I'm not afraid to use them."

And she used them. Their muscles straining against each other as they both gave it their all. The match was tough, and Superman kept slowly ramping up the pressure but couldn't budge her hand or move it. Superman gritted his teeth, his arm trembling as he pushed with all his might against Lois's bulging bicep. Lois grinned and grunted softly, her muscles flexing as she pushed back with equal force.

No one could believe their eyes: locked hand in hand in an arm-wrestling contest was the mighty Superman and their very own intrepid ace reporter, Lois Lane, and what everyone thought should be an easy victory for Superman proved to not be the case. In fact, not only was he unable to bring her arm down, he was the one struggling. Once more, not only was he struggling, but he was starting to lose to Lois. And with the turning of his arm down towards the top of the desk, hushed whispers and gasps filled the room at such a strange turn of events, the tension in the room palpable as everyone watched with bated breath.

Slowly but surely, Lois's arm began to push Superman's down to the table. Superman's face contorted with effort as he tried to hold on, but it was no use. Lois ramped up her pressure and inch by inch Superman's arm began to go down to the table. Sweat dripped down Superman's brow and Lois's sleeve burst, revealing her big beefy bulging bicep.

Jimmy made sure to quickly snap a picture to capture that glorious moment when her bicep tore free from the sleeves, but the best was truly yet to come. With one final burst of strength, Lois slammed Superman's hand down onto the desk, breaking it in half and splintering and shattering it to bits.

And Jimmy once more quickly snapped a picture, capturing the exact moment where Lois defeated Superman. The look of shock on his face was undeniable and the look of sheer unbridled joy on Lois’s face was unmistakable as well.

She laughed as she pinned Superman's hand to the desk, breaking it in the process and also perhaps breaking Superman’s pride too... Or at the very least denting that super ego of his a little bit.

Superman couldn't believe it. "How is this possible?" he asked, panting and rubbing his sore shoulder and hand.

"I'll tell you how," Lois said, flexing and asking Superman to feel those muscles. "Only if you agree to dinner and a follow-up interview at my place."

Superman hesitated for a moment, still in disbelief that he had just been defeated by Lois in an arm-wrestling contest. But he couldn't resist the opportunity to touch those muscles of hers. Slowly, he reached out and gently squeezed her bicep, marveling at how hard and firm it was.

"Give them a real squeeze," Lois purred, a seductive smile on her lips.

Superman obliged, applying more pressure with his grip. Lois let out a playful giggle as he squeezed harder, but her muscles didn't budge, yet as she gave her arm another flex they certainly did bulge. As he squeezed with all his might, he felt her muscles swelling and expanding in his grasp, pushing his fingers apart.

Lois just kept on giggling her soft sweet little laugh as Superman kept on squeezing those big, hard muscles of hers. Still he could not dent those steely muscles of hers and Lois bid him to squeeze even harder. So, Superman squeezed harder. He was able to crush coal in his hands and compress the carbon to make diamonds in his grasp. But as he squeezed harder and harder on Lois's bicep, he realized that her muscles were harder than even the toughest diamond. Not only were they harder than diamonds, they were harder than steel, and even harder than his own muscles. And yet they felt so damn good to the touch. Superman just couldn't believe it.

But, you better believe Superman agreed to dinner with Lois and the follow-up interview, and so having had her fun, Lois gave her hips another seductive wiggle and gave Superman a playful little bump as she sashayed her hips into his again. This time, sending him shuffling a few steps backward.

Superman was moved by Lois in more ways than one, and he was in total and complete awe of her as he watched her leave. Lois walked off, with that luscious strut of hers and Superman couldn’t help but think, that strut had just a little bit more swagger to it.

Before she left the room she turned and looked at Superman. She kissed her hand and the bicep swelled and stretched the sleeve and that arm too burst out of its sleeve as she blew him that tantalizing kiss of hers.

"That's just a taste of what's to come later tonight," she said, leaving Superman blushing and speechless.

As she walked away, Jimmy Olsen ran up to her with his camera. "Lois, that was amazing!" he exclaimed. "The headline on tomorrow's paper is going to be huge! Lois Lane Defeats Superman!"

Lois just grinned, flexing her muscles once again. "Not as huge as these muscles of mine. Just make sure you get a good shot of these," she said, winking at Jimmy. "After all, they're the real stars of the show."

“Jolly, I sure will Lois. Those really are some super muscles you got there.” Jimmy exclaimed as he couldn’t help but be excited about what he just witnessed.

“They sure are Jimmy. Why, I’d say they’re even more ‘Super’ than Superman’s.” Lois said.

And Jimmy nodded his head eagerly in agreement, and Superman couldn’t help but feel his face flush as he once again blushed from embarrassment. He sighed to himself and looked at the broken desk. It really was shattered to bits. Still it shouldn’t take a superman too long to clean up the mess, but he still just couldn’t understand how Lois, could beat a seemingly indestructible and nearly all-powerful superman like himself. He couldn’t figure it out, and so he just shrugged to himself.

As he used his superpowers to clean up the mess, Superman couldn't help but wonder what else Lois had up her sleeve. Only really, thanks to the exertion of that arm wrestling match Lois’s sleeves were in tatters and everyone could see those gorgeously engorged mighty female muscles of hers on display.

They weren’t just big, but they were super powered as well. More super than Superman’s. That was what she had up her sleeve, and perhaps... Maybe even something more later tonight.