Superman and Lois: Super He Said, She Manhandles!

Superman and Lois: Super He Said, She Manhandles!

Written by SteeleBlazer

Hi there, my name is Clark Kent, better known as Superman. You might not think that the strongest and most powerful man on the planet would be trapped in his girlfriend’s crushing headlock, but that's exactly where I am. And let me tell you, it's not fair. Not fair at all.

I can't escape her grip no matter how hard I try. It hurts like hell, and I can feel my face turning red as she squeezes me harder and harder. I can't believe this is happening. I'm Superman, the greatest superhero in the world, and the strongest and most powerful man on the planet. And yet, I'm being manhandled by the woman I love. It's not fair, and it's starting to get a little frustrating.

Lois Lane is the love of my life, and I would do anything to keep her safe. Unfortunately, she has always been something of a damsel in distress, always getting into trouble and needing my help to get out of it. So, I made the decision to transfer some of my powers to her, in order to make her stronger and more capable of protecting herself.

At first, Lois was a little hesitant about taking on my powers. She was worried about making me weaker, but I told her, I’d be fine. That I was so powerful, giving her a little bit of my power would be just a drop in the bucket for me. Yes, perhaps I was a little too hubristic and sure of myself, but trust me I’m still just as strong as ever… Lois on the other hand, well as I said she’s just a s strong as ever too, as evidence as her really cranking on and squeezing me in that headlock she’s got me in.

Ouch!

Still, despite my assurances, she was also worried that it would change her, that it would make her too powerful and that she wouldn't be able to control it. But I assured her that she would be fine, and that she would be able to handle the power with ease.

And I was right. Lois took to my powers like a fish to water, and she quickly became stronger and more capable than I ever could have imagined. As time went on she even started to use my super gym to get even stronger. I must confess, I’ve never really used my super gym. I never saw the point. I am Superman and was after all the strongest man in the world.

That is until Lois started using that super gym of mine. She started lifting heavier weights than what even I was able to lift, and she started to develop muscles that were even bigger and more impressive than mine. I was a little jealous, to be honest. I mean, I'm Superman. I'm supposed to be the strongest and most powerful man on the planet. But Lois was quickly surpassing me, and it was starting to get a little frustrating.

I even tried to join her for some of her workouts. But, I found that I couldn’t keep up with her, and I never seemed to be capable of making the great muscular gains that she made. Instead of me getting bigger and stronger in the workouts I was just given a front row seat to watch her becoming bigger and stronger. And this only made me feel more jealous and envious of her and her powers. And to think, these were my powers!

As much as I love Lois and am proud of her for becoming stronger and more independent, I can't help but feel a little bit jealous and insecure. I mean, I'm Superman. I'm supposed to be the strongest and most powerful man on the planet. And yet, Lois no longer being the damsel, but being a hero like me... Actually far greater than me... That was a little hard to deal with.

It seemed like every time she’d save the day, she really knew how to rub it in. By that I mean she’d like to grab me and manhandle and mangle me, and rub those powerful and massive muscles of hers right in my face. Every time Lois traps me in a headlock or bearhug or full nelson and squeezes me until I can't breathe, I can't help but feel a little bit angry and resentful. I mean, how could she be so strong and powerful, and yet still be the love of my life? It doesn't seem fair, and it makes me feel a little bit insecure.

But all that paled before the pain. Sure, I felt insecure, humbled, belittled even, but those holds were also painful. Bone crunchily so. And she didn’t hold back, she’d just unleash the full onslaught of her great muscular strength and force my body to cave to hers. I’m the man of steel, but next to her I might as well be tinfoil. Her muscles dwarfed mine and her powers eclipsed my own as well, and I was helpless next to her and her great feminine might.

Yet as much as I hate being trapped in Lois's holds and humiliated by her superior strength, I also can't help but be a little bit turned on by it. I mean, who wouldn't be turned on by a strong and powerful woman like Lois? And as much as I try to resist it, I find myself getting more and more attracted to her muscles and her strength. It's a strange and confusing feeling, but I can't deny it.

I also can't help but notice that Lois doesn't really call me Superman anymore. She mostly calls me Clark now, and it hurts a little bit. I mean, I'm Superman. I'm the strongest and most powerful man on the planet. And yet, Lois doesn't seem to care about that anymore. She's just focused on her own strength and it's starting to feel like she doesn't need me as much anymore.

I try to bring this up to Lois, but she just laughs and flexes her bulging bicep. "Come on, Clark," she says, grinning. "You know you can't compete with me when it comes to strength. I'm just too powerful for you."

I can't help but feel a little bit hurt by her words, and I can't help but look at her big, muscular bicep with a sense of longing and desire. It's so much bigger and stronger than mine, and I can't help but feel a little bit envious.

"Why do you do this to me, Lois?" I ask, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. "Why do you like manhandling me and showing off your strength? It doesn't feel good for me, and I feel weak compared to you."

Lois just laughs and flexes her bicep again, causing it to bulge and ripple with power. "Because it makes me feel great and powerful," she says, grinning. "And besides, you are weak compared to me, Clark. You can't deny it."

I can't help but feel a little bit humiliated by her words, and I can't help but stare at her big, muscular bicep as it dwarfs my own muscles. It's a strange and confusing feeling, but I can't deny that I'm attracted to her strength and power.

As I lay trapped in Lois's headlock, I can't help but think about how weird and strange this whole situation is. How did I end up in this position, with the love of my life manhandling me and showing off her superior strength? And yet, as much as I hate it, I also kind of love it. It's a confusing and conflicting emotion, but I can't deny it.

But it wasn't just the headlock that Lois used to torture me. She also had a devastating full nelson hold that she liked to use, or she just loved to wrench and twist my arms around for fun, pinning my arms behind my back and twisting me this way and that. And then there were the crushing bearhugs, where she would wrap her massive burly arms around my chest and squeeze until I couldn't breathe. It was all so humbling, and it made me feel a little bit insecure.

But as much as I hated being trapped in Lois's holds and humiliated by her superior strength, I also couldn't help but be a little bit proud of her. She had worked hard to get where she was, and she deserved to be proud of her muscles and her strength. And even though I was a little bit jealous of her, I knew that I also loved her for it. Lois was the love of my life, and I would do anything to support her and make her happy.

Even if that means wrestling with her and getting mangled and mauled and manhandled by those mighty female muscles of hers. She loved to be stronger than me... And while I hated the way she loved to prove her muscular superiority over me. She was a great hero, and the world has never been safer, or in better hands.

So... In the end, here I am trapped in Lois's headlock for what has felt like an eternity, my face turning red as she squeezes me harder and harder. Her bulging, brawny bicep digging into my neck with each and every one of her squeezes. I can’t escape her grip, no matter how hard I tried. And as I started to lose consciousness, I hear her laugh and say, "It isn't fair, is it Clark? I'm just too strong for you." And then everything went black.

When I came to, I was lying on the ground, with Lois standing over me with a triumphant grin on her face. "Hey there, Clark," she said, laughing. "I guess I'm just too much woman for you to handle."

I groaned and tried to sit up, but my head was spinning and I was still feeling a little bit lightheaded. "Come on, Lois," I said, smiling weakly. "You can't keep manhandling me like this. It's not fair."

Lois laughed and helped me to my feet. "It's not fair?" she said, grinning. "Who said anything about fair? This is just about me being stronger and more powerful than you. Besides. I don’t call it manhandling"

“You don’t?” I asked her.

“No, I call it Woman-Handling.” Lois said as she just laughed and laughed, thinking her joke was funnier than what it really was.

I shook my head and laughed, still feeling a little bit frustrated but also a little bit turned on by Lois's strength and power. "I guess you're right," I said, grinning. "But I still hate it when you crush me like that."

Lois laughed and kissed me on the cheek. "I know you do, but you also love it.” She says as she pats and rubs the bulge poking out of the front of my red trunks. It’s rock solid just like Lois’s muscles... Guess, I really do like it when she manhandles me. Fair or not, it’s really hot.

Lois’s Story.

I've got Superman in a headlock, and I'm loving every minute of it. I can feel his muscles straining and bulging as he tries to escape my grip, but he's no match for my strength. He likes to tell me that’s it’s not fair that I manhandle him, but he’s just upset that I’m stronger than him now and I just love it.

I never used to be this strong. I used to be just a damsel in distress, always needing Superman's help to get out of trouble. But then, something changed. Superman transferred some of his powers to me, and I took to them like a fish to water. I became stronger and more capable than I ever could have imagined, and I loved it.

But as much as I love being stronger and more independent, I can't help but feel a little bit guilty about it. Just a little bit… I mean, I love Superman, and I don't want to hurt him. But sometimes, I can't help but get a little bit carried away and show off my strength. It's just such a rush, and I can't resist it.

As I crush Superman in my headlock, I can't help but feel a little bit flirtatious and playful. I love the way he grunts and groans and squirms in my grip, and I can't help but feel a little bit turned on by it. I mean, who wouldn't be turned on by a big, strong man like Superman being completely helpless and being mangled and manhandled in your own arms? And as much as I try to resist it, I find myself getting more and more turned on the more and more I squeeze and crush him with my strength and power.

I also can't help but notice that Superman seems a little bit jealous and insecure about my growing strength. Every time I manhandle him or show off my muscles, I can see the hurt and frustration, or even the envy in his eyes. I try to reassure him that I still love him and need him, but it doesn't seem to help. He really hates that he’s now weaker and has smaller muscles than me. He is Superman, but he’s nothing compared to a super strong Super Woman like me!

"Why do you do this to me, Lois?" he asks, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. "Why do you like manhandling me and showing off your strength? It doesn't feel good for me, and I feel weak compared to you."

I just laugh and flex my bicep, causing it to bulge and ripple with power. "Because it makes me feel great and powerful," I say, grinning. "And besides, you are weak compared to me, Clark. You can't deny it."

I can see the hurt and frustration in his eyes, and I can't help but feel a little bit guilty. But as much as I love Superman, I also love being stronger and more independent. It's a strange and confusing emotion, but I can't deny it.

As I squeeze Superman in my headlock, I can't help but think about how weird and strange this whole situation is. How did I end up in this position, crushing the man of steel? He might as well be called the man of tinfoil compared to me and my super strength.

Really this is all his fault. He gave me these powers, and is it my fault I turned out bigger and stronger than him. I don’t think so! So, he just needs to accept the new reality, that I’m bigger, and I’m stronger, and he’s now weaker than me.

I love and showing off my strength. And yet, as much as I feel guilty about it, I also can't help but enjoy it. I mean, who wouldn't enjoy having a big, strong man like Superman at their mercy? It's a heady feeling, and I can't resist it. It just turns me on so much.

I can feel Superman's muscles straining and bulging as he tries to escape my grip, and I can't help but feel a little bit turned on by it. I love the way he grunts and groans and squirms in my grip, and I can't help but feel a little bit playful and flirtatious.

"It isn't fair, is it Clark?" I say, laughing as I squeeze him harder. "I'm just too strong for you."

I can feel him starting to lose consciousness, and I can't help but feel a little bit guilty about it. But as much as I love Superman, I also love being stronger and more independent. It's a strange and confusing emotion, but I can't deny it. And so I give him another hard crushing squeeze and I watch the lights go out in his eyes.

As I let go of Superman and he falls to the ground, I can't help but feel a little bit proud of myself. I've come a long way from the damsel in distress that I used to be, and I love the feeling of strength and power that courses through my veins. And as much as I love Superman, I can't help but enjoy the feeling of being stronger than him and I just love manhandling him. Only I don’t call it manhandling, I call it woman-handling.  It’s a heady feeling, and I can't resist it. It feels even better than super sex.

And trust me super sex is so amazing. And as soon as he gets up and back on his feet, we’re going to have the most intense super sex ever. And while he’ll tell me how much he hates me manhandling him, I know he loves it, almost as much as he loves the super sex.