From Superman to Superlad (Short Story) (Patreon)

From Superman to Superlad

Written by SteeleBlazer

            Following her reporter’s instinct, Lois Lane, the intrepid journalist, was hot on the trail of a new scoop. Driven by her unyielding pursuit of the truth, Lois would go to any lengths to uncover a story, no matter the risk or danger. However, the peril she faced this time was all too real, and she soon found herself in the role of a helpless damsel once again. Why, this was just the third time this month she’d been captured or kidnapped by some kind of would be, wannabe supervillain. 

            Lois found herself in an abandoned warehouse at the edge of town, held captive by the nefarious mad scientist Dr. Culling. The mad scientist cackled like the cliché caricature that he was, as he unveiled his latest creation—a strange ray gun he claimed could siphon off Superman’s powers and transfer them to another...  

            “Do you see this, Ms. Lane?” Culling boasted, brandishing the weapon. “This ray gun will be the end of your beloved Superman. With but a simple pull of the trigger, his powers will be mine! And you’re going to be the bait for my trap, and you do make such a lovely piece of bait, if I may say so.” 

            Lois glared defiantly at her captor, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. She knew Superman would come for her, but she couldn’t just wait helplessly. She needed to think of a plan. 

            As if on cue, a distant whooshing sound filled the air. Superman burst through the warehouse’s decrepit roof, landing with grace and a heroic, grand dramatic entrance. His steely blue eyes brimming with confidence as he gave the mad doctor Culling that heroic stare of his, and he looked every inch the hero with his imposing muscular physique. He wasn’t just a welcome sight for the captured reporter, but he was truly a sight to see, and seeing him make those heroic entrances always made her a little weak in the knees. 

            “Ah, Superman! Just in time for the grand demonstration!” Culling said, welcoming the Man of Steel into his secret lair and seemingly into his trap! 

Superman unaware and oblivious to the very danger, coolly and calmly glanced over at Lois Lane and chuckled, "Looks like you’ve gotten into trouble again." 

Lois blushed feeling a bit foolish for being captured yet again, but she also did her best to try and warn him, but before she could speak, Culling cut her off. “Shut up, Ms. Lane!” he barked as he shoved her aside. 

            Superman turned his gaze back to Culling, his voice calm and steady. “Surrender, Culling.” 

            Culling’s eyes gleamed with malevolent delight. “Ah, Superman! So sure of yourself. But we’ll see how sure you are without your powers. This device will allow me to drain your powers, and with them—” 

            Superman interrupted his monolog by firing his heat vision at the strange ray gun in Dr. Culling’s hands. 

            Culling laughed and said, "Nice try, Superman, but it's indestructible. Not even your heat vision can destroy it." He laughed and laughed, confidence oozing from him. 

            Superman kept firing his eye beams until the strange metal alloy from the gun glowed red and smoke began to rise from the handle of the gun where Culling was holding it. The gun itself might have been indestructible, but the same couldn’t be said for Culling’s flesh, and the heat from the handle became too much, and Culling let out a shrill shriek as he dropped the gun. 

            “Looks like your grand demonstration was a dud,” Superman said, and Lois breathed a sigh of relief that Superman dodged another bullet... Or in this case averted a laser blast from a ray gun that a mad scientist claims could allegedly drain and rob Superman of his powers... It all sounded like quite a mouthful, and Lois was just glad that Superman unlike her had evaded Culling’s trap, and that he was safe... And she couldn’t help but think Culling as brilliant as what he was purported to be, was truly mad for thinking a silly little gun could siphon Superman’s powers...  

            But, something about that ray gun intrigued her, and she kind of wondered if it actually could work... 

            And she couldn’t take her eyes off of it as it lay glowing and smoking on the floor next to her. 

            With a burst of super speed Superman could have ended things right there and then, but he was having fun playing the hero, and he always did like to show off his powers and impress Lois. And he was also interested to see what else this mad scientist had in store for him. It turned out to be a bit predictable and cliché as Culling activated a swarm of clunky killer robots. They rumbled to life and lumbered over to Superman, and for any other man this would have spelled certain doom, but he was The Man of Steel and with his bare hands he was able to play a life-sized game of rock-em sock-em robot! The hero effortlessly dismantled the machines, his strength and speed turning the mechanical minions into scrap metal. 

            He knew Lois was watching and he also knew how such displays always would impress her, and he always found her in the most agreeable and appreciative moods after daring rescues such as these. And as an added bonus he always enjoyed reading his adventures in the newspaper the very next day... Yes, saving Lois Lane was a great way to end a night and start the next morning, and he smugly smiled to himself thinking how great of a hero he was, as he swung another walloping haymaker and knocked the literal block off the robot's head... Except for of course the robot’s head was the block. 

            Amidst the chaos, Lois never took her eyes off the ray gun, which of course would have surprised and disappointed Superman, as he really was putting on a heroic and spectacular display. The gun was now cooled down and within reach. She acted swiftly, scooping it up and hiding it in her purse. As she rose up back to her feet she came face to face with Superman’s chest and that glorious S emblem emblazoned on his skintight blue spandex suit. Lifted with just one arm by the back of his lab coat's collar was the defeated mad scientist Dr. Cullen, who really was quite mad and raving at Superman. 

            He was shouting the usual stuff:  

            “You haven’t seen the last of me...” 

            “I’ll be back...” 

             “You’ll be sorry...” 

            “One day I’ll get you... “ 

            “You’ll see!” 

            Yada, yada, yada... 

            Superman finally had enough of his mad rantings and gave him a tiny little flick on his head and the mad scientist wasn’t so mad anymore... He was knocked out, and Lois knew when he woke up in a straitjacket and padded cell that he’d be nursing more than just a headache, he’ll be nursing a grudge and a need for revenge, and Superman will have one more deadly enemy amongst his great pantheon of deadly enemies. 

            But if any man could bear such a burden it would be Superman, as he lifted not just cars or entire buildings but whole planets on those broad heroic shoulders of his, and just looking at him as he causally discarded the mad scientist and not so gently dropped him to the ground gave Lois sensual chills throughout her body. 

            And the smug smile on Superman’s face was proof that he knew just how excited Lois was at the moment, “You’re safe now, Lois,” he said, sweeping her into his arms. “Let’s get out of here.” 

            Faster than sound he flew her to the Fortress of Solitude, hugging her tight and keeping her warm with his brawny muscles, and Lois never felt safer or more turned on than when she was in Superman’s steely arms. 

            This was turning out to be just another one of their madcap adventures with another random wacko mad scientist and Lois was already thinking about her and Superman’s happy ending to their adventure and how much she was madly in love with him... And then Superman had to open his great big mouth... 

            “Lois, you need to be more careful. You could have been seriously hurt! You always end up in these situations, needing me to save you,” Superman said as he gently set her down inside the Fortress. 

            Lois bristled at his words, her temper flaring. “Oh, please, Superman! You’re just jealous because I’m a better reporter than you. I figure these things out faster. If I had your powers, why I’ wouldn’t just be a better reporter than you, I’d be a better hero too!” 

            She thought she really gave Superman a good piece of her mind, but Superman just laughed at her, and she never felt smaller and more insignificant in her life, but it also lit fuse in her and her fury was about to go off. 

            “Laugh it up big boy, but you know it's true, why... why... Why if I had your powers I’d, I’d...” 

            “That’s the point, Lois. You don’t have my powers. You need to be cautious,” he said scolding her once more. 

            Lois’s eyes flashed with anger. “I thought we were a team, Superman. I thought I was helping you by leaving clues and breadcrumbs for you to follow. I even warned you to be careful about that strange sci-fi ray gun doohickey of that mad scientist.” 

            Superman’s voice was condescending. “I don’t need your help Lois, and it’s time you remember that, because I might not always be there to save you, and you’re always getting in over your head.” 

            Her frustration boiled over. “I’ve helped you take down over a dozen bad guys, evildoers and ne'er-do-wells in the past few months alone! You wouldn’t have found Dr. Culling’s lair without my help. But you never acknowledge my efforts. You just belittle me.” 

            Superman crossed his arms, looking down at her. “Lois, you’re a reporter. I would have taken them all down just fine myself... Leave the hero work to me.” 

            Lois’s anger turned into a steely resolve. She knew he needed to be taken down a peg or two. Her mind flashed again to that strange ray gun in her purse. Curious, she wondered if it actually worked and what it would feel like to have Superman’s powers.

            Why wonder at all, she thought. Let’s find out! 

            “You want to belittle me fine... Two can play that game!” Lois shouted at him having had enough of his condescension and lectures.  

            She reached into her purse, pulled out the ray gun, and before Superman could react, she fired it at him. A brilliant flash of light enveloped them both, and Superman staggered, feeling his strength ebbing away, his once mighty frame shrinking smaller and smaller. His muscles, once powerful and imposing, withered to an unremarkable size. Meanwhile, Lois's body began to grow. 

            Her muscles swelled, her physique expanding with raw power. Her biceps bulged, tearing through the remains of her sleeves as they grew larger and more defined. The feeling of her muscles straining against her skin was exhilarating. It was the most wondrous feeling—it felt primal, carnal. It felt super. 

            Lois’s blouse tightened around her growing frame, the buttons straining to contain her swelling chest. One by one, they popped off like rapid-fire machine gun bullets, each striking Superman in the chest, jolting his emaciated form and making him wince with every impact. 

            Her stomach muscles tightened and grew hunkier, her abs transforming into a solid, chiseled eight-pack with thick hunky abs with deep ridges. Her legs thickened with muscle, her thighs expanding until the hem of her skirt could no longer contain them, tearing audibly as the fabric gave way to her growing power. 

            She grew taller and taller, her shoes creaking under the pressure of her expanding feet until they finally burst from her cute little pumps. She looked down at her bare feet and chuckled to herself, thinking, it’s going to be hard to find a cute pair of heels in her new size. 

            Lois's necklace grew tighter around her swelling neck, tighter and tighter it became the thicker and thicker her neck expanded. The necklace was a gift from Superman and he told her it was made from an unbreakable metal, and she was starting to worry as it was becoming awfully tight against her swelling neck...  Until it snapped, unable to withstand the growth and sheer steely might of her neck muscles. And smiled because while Superman was full of hot air, that is until she just let it all out and deflated him, she knew that it wasn’t a hollow boast and that necklace really was made from one of the toughest substances in the entire universe... And now she was made of even tougher stuff! 

            Her shoulders broadened, growing wider and wider, not just matching but surpassing the width that Superman’s had once been. The sleeves of her blouse shredded completely as her deltoids expanded, the fabric falling away to reveal the sheer power of her new physique. 

            Superman looked up at her, his eyes wide with shock and fear. Not just because she was taller than him now, and not just because of her massive muscular physique that not only dwarfed his current shrunken form, but it also would have easily put his past physique to shame. And shame was what he was feeling as Lois smiled at him as the muscles across her body bulging and rippling as her body radiated strength and superiority. 

            Looking at him, at what he was reduced to, she had no regrets, because she never felt better in her entire life...  

            You could even say, she felt super... In fact she did say it. 

            “I just feel super,” she said to him as she looked at his shrunken body, and she took her finger and traced the saggy “S” emblem on his emaciated chest, giving it a flick to put an exclamation point on her statement. 

            “Ophhh!” Superman wheezed as his body jumped backward as if he were hit by a jackhammer and not Lois’s finger. 

            “Hmmm... Something tells me you don’t feel the same,” Lois said laughing, and she flexed her arms. Her great, big, bulging beefy biceps swelled even more, tearing through the last remnants of her sleeves. She marveled at the sight of her own strength, the feeling of her muscles straining against her skin was exhilarating. It was the most wondrous feeling—it felt primal, it felt carnal. 

            It felt super. 

            And Superman as he righted himself from that little jab felt anything but super and could only wonder what hurt more, the physical jab of Lois’s or the verbal one. 

            Both smarted and he really couldn’t believe what was going on. He never thought in a million years he’d ever see a musclebound Lois Lane who was way more super than he was, just as he thought she’d never would have in a million years actually pulled the trigger on that strange, weird sci-fi ray gun... Just like he thought that never in a million years could such a device ever be possible. 

            “Lois, what have you done?” Superman gasped, his voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of fear. 

            “I’ve taken your powers, Superman,” Lois replied, her voice steady and commanding. “And now, I’m stronger than you ever were.” 

            Superman’s shock quickly turned to anger. “Give them back, Lois. This isn’t right!” 

            Lois only smiled, reveling in her newfound dominance. “Or what? You’ll make me? Face it, Superman, you’re not so super anymore.” 

            Fury flashed in Superman's eyes. He clenched his fists and swung a punch at her. In the past such a punch would have sent a supervillain into orbit, or obliterated the entirety of a mountain. Only now his fist didn’t hit some random supervillain but Lois Lane, and she was a muscle mountain of a woman and as his fist collided with her iron-hard abs, there was a large cracking sound and an intense wave of pain shot up through his arm. He recoiled, cradling his hand. 

            Lois laughed, a rich, melodious sound that echoed through the fortress. “Oh, Superman, did that hurt? Poor little, tiny, Superman, can’t handle a real woman’s strength... But you know what, I think we’re going to need to change that little name of yours.” 

            “I’m Superman!” he shouted at Lois trying his best to intimidate her, but the effect of his shout was the opposite as Lois just wasn’t the kind of person to be intimidated anymore, and if anything, his once deep and booming voice sounded a little whiny and high-pitched now. 

            “You were Superman,” Lois said to him as she once again traced the drooping S emblem on chest, “now you’re super Small-man,” and she punctuated her point once again as she flicked him right on the “S” emblem as if it were a bullseye target. 

            He tumbled backwards and spinning ass over teakettle, over and over and over again, until he spilled out in a pathetic pile several feet away. 

            Lois chuckled as she looked down at the puny and pathetic excuse of a man, wondering what she ever saw in him. And then she glanced at her muscles and gave them a flex and smiled devilishly as she remembered just what she saw in him. And to think it was all thanks to this strange sci-fi ray gun that she was able to take those powers of his. And she couldn’t help but smirk as she wondered what would happen if she shot him again.  

            “Lois, give me my powers back!” he demanded comically as he stumbled to his feet, wobbling and wiggling in dizzy stupor, looking as alien to the superpowered being he once was, as he was to the Earth itself. 

            She laughed harder, shaking her head. “You think you can demand anything from me now? You're powerless, or you will be if you don’t start behaving. Just be grateful I don’t shoot you again and drain what little power you have left Sissy-Man!” 

            “Sissy-Man! How dare you call me that,” Superman raged at her in his unintentionally whiney voice. 

            “I dare whatever I want,” Lois said as she flicked him softly on his forehead, the impact almost knocking him out, and turned his body into a wiggly mass of jelly. “If I wanted to I could shoot you again and drain you down to the size of a tiny little doll,” she said as she poked him with the barrel of the ray gun, “Why I can crush you with just one of my fingers,” Lois said to him as she waved a finger in front of his face and then brought it below his chin and lifted him up off his feet with but that single finger. 

            Lois laughed as Superman feet dangled in the air and he grabbed at Lois’s hand, but his struggle was useless as he couldn’t pry himself free. With a simple light casual flick of her wrist she sent Superman flying up to the ceiling. While Superman could indeed fly, right now he had other things on his mind, mostly it was the ceiling as his face crashed into it. He would have thought right then and there he hit rock bottom but for the fact that only a few seconds later he crashed down into the crystalline floor of his fortress of solitude, hoping that latest fall from grace would be his last.  

            But Lois wasn’t done humiliating him, for too long he’d been his arrogant superpowered super-ego'd self, and he’d walked all over her and all her feelings for way too long... And it was time for her to return the favor... Literally! 

            And so, Lois stepped on him, first on the small of his shrunken back, giggling gleefully as she heard him groan and his bones crunch and break. Before he could cry out in pain or shout and curse at her, she placed one of her giant feet on the back of his shrunken tiny little head, driving his face—and his overinflated ego—right down into the crystalline floor with such force that his head actually made a tiny little crater in the floor. 

            “You’re through walking over me and my feelings Superman, for too long I let you have your way because I thought it was for the greater good, but now I realize it’s just because you’re a hard-headed narcissistic jerk... And it’s a good thing you’re hardheaded otherwise I’d have popped that tiny little head of yours like a tiny little grape,” Lois said to him as he struggled to pull his buried face out of the floor. 

            In a comical and almost cartoon-like manner he was able to finally yank his head free from the crater, and while his pride was quickly cratering, he still had enough hubris in spades to be mad like hell... And he wasn’t going to take it anymore... Or so that’s what he thought. 

            It was time to show her that he was still Superman, and while she might have some of his superpowers she would be and never could be as “Super” as him. And that’s what he thought as he stumbled up to his feet, dusting off his superhero outfit, and trying to adjust it so that it wasn’t so droopy or baggy on his less than super physique. He almost tripped on his cape and his boots were wobbly as his feet filled them like how a toddler’s feet filled their parent’s shoes. But, he didn’t let this discourage him, this only further enraged him and fueled his righteous indignation, and Lois better lookout as she was about to come face to face with a Superman the likes of which she’d never seen before. 

            Only as he got up to his feet she wasn’t there, and he was instead met with her laughter behind his back of all places, and he as he whirled around, he tripped on the sagging bottom of his pant leg, and Superman took a tumbling pratfall the likes of which Charlie Chaplin would have been proud of. And Lois couldn’t help but laugh again, as in a way this was a Superman that she’d never seen before, a bumbling, stumbling buffoon, and her laughter of course only made him angrier... Which the angrier he got, the more he stumbled as he tried to get back up, which just made Lois laugh even more.  

            Superman had enough, his anger finally boiled completely over as his face turned bright red with fury. His eyes soon blazed with the same crimson intensity and if looks could kill, his would have proved fatal... If not for the fact that Lois now had superpowers... Superpowers that far exceeded the once mighty Superman. For as he attempted to use his heat vision against Lois, the scorching hot beams merely singed and burnt away the scraps of Lois’s tattered clothing, exposing her raw powerful physique.  

            She laughed again, as her silky sensual skin was not burnt but burnished by his ineffectual eye lasers. With a casual display of her newfound strength, she squeezed and flexed her pecs one at a time, then together, her muscles rippling with power. Her naked, exposed chest was a mesmerizing sight, the muscles beneath her smooth skin radiating both beauty and raw strength. Her laughter grew as her breasts fluttered, danced, and bounced with sensual grace and primal muscular power, and she just causally squeezed and flexed her pecs one at a time, and then all together. But, enough was enough, she had her fun, and his eye lasers were about as threatening to her as a single tiny matchstick, and besides she didn’t really need a tan. 

            “Thanks for the tan Superman, but I think you’re the one who needs to cool off,” she said and with a deep breath, she exhaled a blast of icy air that sent Superman tumbling across the room, crashing into the wall. 

            For a while Superman just laid there limply, unable to move, and unable to truly understand just what was happening... Just as he was unable to let the matter go, and let Lois steal his powers and make a mockery of him. He wasn’t done fighting yet, there was more to being Superman than just his powers... Or so that’s what he always told himself, and he was about to find out, the hard way that what made him so great, and well super... Were his powers.  

            Once more he struggled to his feet; this was it he told himself, no more holding back and no more being the good-natured Boy Scout. Faster than a speeding bullet, he launched himself across the room, unleashing a barrage of punches on Lois. But she stood firm, her muscles absorbing each blow without flinching. She laughed, the sound infuriating him further. 

            “You think you can hurt me?” Lois taunted. “I’ve got your powers now. I’m more super than what you’ve ever were, and now you’re just nowhere near as super as you used to be. Next to me you’re just a Sissy-man!” 

            And with that she used her super speed to causally dodge and avoid one of Superman’s lightning-fast punches, and as she sidestepped him she held out of her foot and as Superman gave chase he tripped over it and fell to the ground and slid all the way across to the other side of the room slamming into the wall. 

            Once more Superman proved how hardheaded he was, as it took him a moment to free his head from the hole that it punched through in the wall. Superman being as hardheaded as he is, wasn’t done, he once again launched himself at Lois, only this time he didn’t so much resemble a speeding bullet as he did a zigzagging drunken blue streaked comet. He careened this way and that way, teetering to the left, and then the right as he charged at Lois swinging and flailing his arms as he went. 

            Lois just dodged and ducked with a contrasting grace, all her muscles rippling and bulging with the slightest of movements, and she only moved as little as she needed to, as each near miss of Superman’s sloppy swings sent him into a renewed frenzy. And in that baggy, droopy super suit of his, he more resembled an angry toddler throwing a tantrum than the great and mighty hero he once was. As he charged in once again, Lois twirled to let him pass and then grabbed his cape, giving it a quick tug. Superman was stopped right in his tracks, wiggling and wobbling in place like a marionette whose strings had been suddenly pulled taut. His once proud form now appeared pitiful and comical as he struggled to regain his balance, his frustration and humiliation growing with each passing second.  

            “You bitch didn’t anyway tell you, you don’t tug on Superman’s cape,” he shouted at her in his whiney high-pitched voice, as he continued to swing and flail his arms trying to punch and hit her. 

            “Or what?” Lois teased him as she gave his cape a tug this way and that way, sending him scuttling and bouncing about. 

            “You’ll see!” He snorted back at her. 

            And Lois just tugged and yanked him around as if he were a yo-yo.  

            “I’ll see,” she said laughing as she gave him another tug sending him once again stumbling in the opposite direction, “how about you, can you see?” She asked him as she tossed his cape over his eyes. 

            For a man with super x-ray vision, he actually could not see, and he kept swinging and flailing his arms about, following the sounds of Lois’s laughter. His rage building and building and building with each near miss, and all he wanted to do was shut her up, and he shouted and swung as hard as he ever did in his entire life, and Lois just took her time to slowly move out of the way, as she could move so fast that he practically was standing still next to her. 

            And as his great big looping haymaker missed its mark, he found himself overextended and off-balance and spinning round and round in a circle like a top. He spun so fast that he made himself dizzy and he fell flat on his ass. 

            As he flung the cape off his head in disgust, he looked up at her with a mix of rage and desperation. 

            “Give them back, Lois,” he growled. 

            “No,” Lois simply said as she gave her arms and chest a flex. 

            “Please give me my powers back,” he whined like a baby in that squeaky high-pitched voice of his. 

            “Why should I?” 

            “Because those are my powers not yours,” Superman cried. 

            “Not anymore, they’re mind now, and you better get used to it... Just like you better get used to this being my home now... But, I guess you can stay and be my butler,” Lois told Superman as she crossed her brawny arms against her beefy muscular bosom, her chest muscles and arms bulging out in a sensual but intimidating manner as she gave him a stern look. 

            “This is my house, this is my Fortress of Solitude,” Superman shrieked at her shrilly. 

            Lois stuck a finger in her ear and shook her head, wincing as Superman's high-pitched whine reverberated through the room, causing a few crystalline structures to crack and sending fractures up the walls. She smirked at him, her muscular form radiating confidence. 

            “Well, you might not be much of a Superman anymore, but you are a super-whiner. I think that's your superpower now, but it's annoying, so you better behave, or I'll bend you over my knee and spank you.” 

            Superman, his face a mask of rage and humiliation, finally shouted, “No!” 

            Lois raised an eyebrow. “No? You don't give the orders here.” 

            Superman laughed, though it was strained and bitter. “No, you don't understand. This is my house. And while you may have my powers, I have something far greater. I have all the technology from my home world.” He turned his attention to the ceiling, his voice filled with determination. “Computer, activate the self-defense robots and attack Lois Lane!” 

            Nothing happened. Lois chuckled, her laughter echoing in the silent Fortress. Superman’s frustration grew, his face turning purple with rage. 

            “Computer, activate self-defense protocol!” he shouted, but the computer responded in a calm, emotionless voice, “Voice unrecognized. Command not followed.” 

            Superman shrieked in a shrill, high-pitched whine, “Computer, protocol omega sunset bravo, unlock and follow my command! Activate the robots and kick Lois Lane’s ass!” 

            Now what most people don’t know is that Superman doesn’t just have robots, he has robots that look lifelike and resemble himself... Resemble himself, before Lois drained him of his powers and made him literally less than half the man he used to be. 

            Into the room marched Superman’s robots, each of them possessing powers that rivaled Superman’s, and one could assume they would be more than a match for Lois, given their sheer advantage of numbers. It was twelve Superman look-alike robots against just one super muscular and superpowered Lois Lane. 

            And yes, spoiler, the fight wasn’t fair at all. It was a lopsided affair... And the robots never had a chance! 

            It was Lois’s turn to play rock-em sock-em robots, and with all the years watching Superman effortlessly turn hulking mechanical monsters into scrap piles, and fantasizing as she watched him from the sidelines, now it was finally her turn to play. 

            And play she did! 

            Lois’s nude, muscular body was a vision of power and grace as she engaged and met the robotic challengers head on. With each charge, kick, punch, block, dodge, and spin her muscles swelled sensually, rippling ravishingly with raw power. Her skin shimmered, thanks to Superman burnishing her with his heat vision, as she absorbed blow after blow from the metal supermen. Each of the punches and hits she’d taken would have been enough to fell entire skyscrapers, but they didn’t so much as leave a scratch on her silky-smooth steely skin. The robots, as powerful as they were, did no harm to her; the same wasn’t true for Lois. Her blows smashed them to bits, a cathartic experience for her. It was a lot of fun punching Superman in his smug face and knocking his block off. 

            Each punch she threw was a masterpiece of power and precision. She shattered the robots with ease, her fists striking with the force of a wrecking ball. Even when they ganged up on her, two robots grabbing each of her arms and another grabbing her from behind, they still weren't man enough to overpower her. Mainly because they weren't really men but robots. Still, they put up more of a fight than the actual Superman, who whined and cried out each time she smashed one of his precious robots to bits.  

            Smash! 

            Boom! 

            Ka-Pow!

            Wham! 

            Bam!

            Pow! 

            Lois kept smashing the robots in her bare hands, bare ass naked, and she was loving it, she didn’t just feel super, she felt like a god and she knew this is how Superman felt, and she wondered if watching her, he was getting turned on, just like how she always got turned on and excited while she watched him from the sidelines. Watching him do his superhero thing always made her so randy and nothing excited her more, until that is right now at this moment with her being the one with the superpowers and doing the smashing. Only Superman wasn’t feeling the same way, he wasn’t in awe of her, but rather jealousy and watching her and her superpowered display only made him madder. His anger grew with each robot she destroyed until finally, they were all reduced to spare parts. 

            Too bad he wasn’t anywhere near as horny as she was right now, because they could have the most epic, and earthshaking (both literally and figuratively of course) make up sex...  

            As for Lois once again, she stood in front of Superman, triumphant, showing off her super muscular superpowered body in all its naked and gorgeously engorged glory. Towering over his reduced form, she stood with her hands on her hips in the iconic pose that he was best known for. Her muscles, defined and powerful, glistened as if sculpted by the gods themselves. Though she wore no super suit and stood in her birthday suit, she couldn't have looked more heroic. She was every inch a great hero... and she had so, so many inches. 

            Her mockery wasn't lost on him, but he just made a pouty face and then laughed. From behind his back he pulled out the sci-fi ray gun of the mad scientist Dr. Culling, the same one that Lois had used to steal Superman's powers. In all the excitement it would appear that Lois had lost track of it and forgotten about it. 

            He pointed it at her and smiled. "Now I'll finally get my powers back." 

            Lois warned him, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." 

            "Ha! Nice try. Nothing can stop me now," he retorted confidently. 

            He pulled the trigger, and laughed his wheezy high-pitched laugh... Only it seems the joke was on him, and Lois would indeed get the last laugh. Because to his horror, he began shrinking, shrinking more and more with each passing second, going from an average man to the size of a small, short woman. Meanwhile, Lois did indeed laugh as she was the one who began to grow. And she grew even bigger, taller, and more muscular, with bigger, thicker, harder muscles that defied the very limits of human anatomy and genetics. 

            "You should have checked the settings," Lois said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Dr. Culling might have been mad, but he was smart enough to put a safety on his device." 

            Superman's eyes widened in disbelief as Lois loomed over him, her powerful form now even more imposing. Her muscles bulged out even bigger and broader than before, her strength now beyond the ken of all understanding in the whole of the universe. But, Lois knew how strong she was, and she knew the effect her physique had on the diminutive dunce who was stupid enough to pull a trigger on a gun and not check the settings to see if the polarity had been reversed. She flexed her biceps, the sheer size of them almost comical compared to his diminished state. 

            "Looks like you're really a super-wimp now," she teased, her laughter echoing through the crystalline chamber. "Better behave, or I might just have to spank you after all, but first I better take that ray gun away from you, before you really hurt yourself,” she said as she reached out and crumpled the metallic sci-fi ray gun in her bare hands. 

            Superman watched as the densely corded sinews in her forearms rippled as she crushed and crumpled the supposedly indestructible ray gun in her hands. 

            “B-but, it’s supposed to be indestructible,” Superman whined. 

            “Yeah, and so were you,” Lois said as she playfully punched him on his shoulder and Superman lurched and buckled, his body spasming from the playful tap. To him, it was more painful than any punch he'd ever felt in his life, and yet it really was just a light playful punch from Lois... She was just powerful enough now that such a playful punch could send a car flying across the entire city. 

            Superman’s mind was racing with what he could do, but all he really could do was rub his sore shoulder. This is what he was reduced to, a shrunken emaciated, depowered, skinny, wimpy, tiny, frail little Superman who wasn’t now even half the man he used to be. And as he looked over Lois, who proved to be far more powerful and super than what he ever was, he was reduced to tears. 

            And he cried! 

            And he sobbed! 

            And he begged and whined, “Give me my powers back!” 

            “Sorry, Superman they’re mine now and any chance of you getting them back has turned to dust,” Lois said to him as opened her first and poured out the shattered remnants of the strange sci-fi ray gun, blowing her hand off with a puff of her breath. 

            A puff that proved a bit more powerful than she expected and not only blew the powdered bits of the destroyed gun in Superman’s face, but also caught him in a terrific gale-force gust that was so sudden and violent it smacked him across the face and sent him stumbling backwards and once more flat on his scrawny shrunken ass. 

            Superman’s lips trembled, and his body quivered, as his face contorted and what happened next was the furthest thing from the great hero he used to be... 

            “I want my powers!” Superman cried. 

            “I want my powers!” Superman whined, kicking his feet and slamming his hands down onto the floor. 

            He looked more like a toddler in oversized clothes than the towering heroic figure he once more, and while he was a far cry from the godlike superhero he once been, the crystalline floor cracked and splintered from where his hands and feet pounded down on it, and chunks of the crystal floor broke off and flew into air during his crying tantrum. 

            Lois never thought she’d see Superman like this, not just shrunken, but acting like such a big baby... Make that little baby, Lois thought as she smirked and smiled smugly to herself. And after an embarrassing display that went on for longer than what it should have, Superman finally stopped his wailing and stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes. Only he wasn’t done crying, as once he looked over at Lois and her muscle-bound physique and he started right up again, louder than ever.  

            And over and over and over again he cried as he ran up to her and slammed his fists onto her chest. He was so shrunken and small and she was so large that he didn’t even come up to her breasts, his hands bounced feebly off her muscular breasts, and as Lois looked down at him, she did not see the iconic hero in his skin-tight form fitting blue and red spandex suit, but rather a misbehaving child in ill-fitting pajamas that was flailing and wailing against her. 

            Lois sighed, clearly tired of his bratty behavior. “Not only are you the farthest thing from behaving like a Superman, you’re not even acting like a man. You’re acting like a spoiled child... No worse a bratty baby and you’re dishonoring what this suit stood for, and I won’t stand for that.” 

            In a whirlwind of super speed, she swept him up in a tornado. Suddenly, Superman was naked, and Lois was wearing his iconic super suit. Albeit, it was stretched to its limits and so tight it almost looked painted on, with veins pressing out against it and even the muscular striations visible beneath the fabric. 

            Superman whined some more as he stumbled about in a dizzy stupor trying to cover up his nakedness, and Lois just scooped him up effortlessly in her brawny arms. She walked over to a chair and put him over her knee, and she gave him a good strong swat on backside. Only she wasn’t done with just one slap, she brought her arm back again and again spanking him with the firm strong hand of hers. With each smack, her arm swelled and flexed, the sleeve of the suit struggling to contain her bulging bicep. Spank after spank her hand smacked down on Superman’s scrawny bare buttocks, and he whelped in pain each and every time. Each spank a painful reminder of who now was in charge, and just how much he’d lost in both his physical stature and the towering esteem he once held in Lois's eyes.  

            Smack!             Smack! 

            Smack!

            Lois handed came crashing down with a fury and a strength that could topple a tree, but she wasn’t trying to topple a tree, but topple Superman’s sense of superiority. As his cheeks reddened with each blow, so too did his sense of invincibility crumble under her might, but most importantly his sense of entitlement was slapped away with each and every hard spank, leaving him feeling smaller and more vulnerable than ever before. And raring back for another good smack, the fabric of the super suit’s sleeves gave way, ripping as her muscle swelled up and readied for another hard swatting.  

            And so, Lois continued to bring her arm down again and again as Superman whimpered and cried out with each spank, feeling utterly powerless. “There’s more to being a hero than powers,” Lois lectured as she continued spanking him. “For too long, you’ve acted like a child.” 

            With the final spank, the sleeve ripped once more and was shredded completely. Lois looked at her arm, flexing it proudly, then brought up her other arm and flexed that too, shredding and destroying that sleeve in the process, much like how she had just destroyed Superman’s narcissistic super ego. She smiled because she knew this wasn’t the end of a great hero, but the beginning of an even greater and more super one. And she gave both her arms a hard flex and knew she was ready to take on the mantle and responsibility and the heavy burden of Superman’s load. 

            “Now, quit crying and dry those tears, my little wimpy-man. Because while you might not be the hero you used to be—if you ever truly were that super—you’re still super enough to be my sidekick. And maybe, fighting by my side, you’ll learn what it means to be a true hero.” 

            Superman shed one last tear, thinking about how he had not just been reduced to a wimp, but also reduced to being Lois’s sidekick. She looked at him, her expression softening slightly.  

            “But we’re going to have to do something about these outfits,” she said as she sat him down gently onto his feet. 

            He stood there trembling softly as she stood up straight and tall, towering over him and her shadow cast directly over Superman as she unfurled her muscles in a great big flex. The entirety of the super suit was shredded and torn to bits by the swelling and bulging of her super muscles, and the iconic “S” emblem flew off of Lois’s chest and fell down upon Superman’s face, his great legacy now in tatters just like his super suit.  

            “I also think a new color scheme is in order,” Lois said to him with a chuckle as she gave her arms another mighty flex. 

Epilogue: Many Months Later

            Superman was tied up and captive, held by a nameless mad scientist who wanted to funny enough, make a name for himself by taking down Big Blue. Which, not so funnily and rather quite sadly, no longer referred to Superman. The mad scientist however, wasn’t mad at capturing Superman, but was actually rather quite gleeful, along with all his henchmen who were all laughing and mocking Superman. 

            "I thought Superman would have been harder to take down," one thug remarked. 

            "Don’tcha know? This is Superlad! He ain't Superman no more, and he ain't so super no more either," another sneered. 

            "That explains why one good whack with this and he went down," said a thug brandishing a huge crowbar. 

            Yes, Superman—or as he was now called, Superlad—had gotten reckless. He wasn't paying attention when a thug snuck up from behind and whacked him over the head with a crowbar. As a result, he was now captured and enchained, which seemed to happen on a weekly basis. Things certainly had changed over the last few months. Besides Lois stealing most of his powers and making him her sidekick, for starters, his super suit was different. It was no longer the iconic blue and red but now pastel blue and light pink. He was no longer known as the great hero Superman but was now Lois's sidekick known as Superlad, and the sheer sight of him didn’t inspire awe and wonderment, but now ridicule and laughter. 

            He bristled as the bad guys taunted him, feeling the sting of their insults just as much as the chains that bound him. He used to be able to break chains like these as if they were nothing, but now, as he squirmed and strained, he realized he was nothing. Sure, he still had great powers compared to the average man and woman, even if he was smaller than the average woman. But every time he tried to prove himself and fight crime on his own, he wound up getting in trouble. He wound up being captured, nothing more than a helpless damsel in need of rescue. 

            Right then, almost as if on cue, Lois came bursting through the wall, looking every inch the hero he had ever been and many, many inches more. As the bad guys fired their guns at Lois, the bullets just bounced off her and her new super suit, which matched his new color palette, but of course looked far more resplendent on her thanks to it being skintight on all those gorgeously engorged muscular curves of hers. She laughed off the bullets, and then sped around the room in a supersonic boom, grabbing all the guns from the bad guys and breaking them in her hands. She giggled clearly loving how easily she broke those great big guns in those great big strong hands of hers, however in all the bedlam and mayhem she forgot about one lone figure. It was the same goon who had knocked the former, Superman now Superlad, out.  That goon sure was sneaky and somehow, he had snuck up behind her and gave her a good hard two-handed smack with that crowbar of his. Yet, Lois wasn't even fazed by it. She calmly turned her head, giggled once more as she raised her finger, and flicked the thug on the head, knocking him clear out. 

            As the thug crashed to the floor like limp noodle, the crowbar was tossed into the air, and Lois just causally plucked it out of the air. Holding that crowbar in her hand Lois approached Superlad, who was straining and struggling to break free from the chains. And he was really giving it everything that he had, as he really did not want Lois to find him tied up and helpless again. Yet, he couldn't break free, and as Lois neared, she bent that crowbar in her beefy, bulging arms as if it was paper, and Superlad’s noodle couldn’t help but prove that in some ways he was still a superman... Just like in some ways Superlad had to realize he not only still loved Lois, but she was truly a better hero than what he’d ever been. A fact that she has proven countless times over the past several months as she didn’t just save him, but the entire world many times over. And there also was a thrill watching her, and he really did just love seeing that superpowered super muscular body of hers in action. 

            But what he didn’t love was hearing her once again scolding him. 

            Lois laughed, shaking her head. "You need to be more careful, Superlad. You aren't as super as you used to be," she said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and concern. "Every time you try to do things on your own, you get yourself into trouble. But, lucky for you I love saving you, and by the looks of things, you love it too!” 

            Superlad couldn’t help but blush, and while he felt helpless and ashamed being admonished as he was, he also never felt so manly, as evident by the tent pole he was pitching in his trunks. Lois just smiled her approval and gave her eyebrows a playful dance as she squared her shoulders and threw the crumpled crowbar away, hitting another one of nameless mad scientist's thugs in the head and knocking the goon out.   

            Then she took the chains in her hands and with a gentle tug, effortlessly broke them and tore them apart, freeing him from his bondage. Grateful as he was, he still couldn’t help but grumble about the ease with which she freed him, as chains like that would have child's play to him, but now that he had the withered physique of a child, he felt helpless at times. Just as he felt the tinkling of those chains as they fell sounded just like her mocking laughter to him. 

            Then it was the mad scientists turn to laugh, but at least he wasn’t just laughing at Superlad. 

            He cackled, "You think you saved him? You just walked into my trap, stupid woman!" 

            Lois puffed out her chest, flared out her shoulders, and corrected him. "It's Superwoman." 

            The scientist sneered. "Whatever, it could be Super-hussy for all I care. Just prepare to meet your doom with my killer robots!" 

            Lois smiled as he activated the robots. "I love killer robots. I love smashing and bashing and crashing into them," she said as she did just that, smashing, bashing, and crashing into them! 

            Superman sighed as he watched Lois and her great superpowered, super muscular physique looking far more heroic than he ever did as she effortlessly and gleefully turned the robots to rubble, just like how he used to. While he was now reduced to watching her from the sidelines, just as he was reduced in many, many ways. As he stood there watching her, and carefully dodging and avoiding the killer robots, whose metallic bodies proved too sturdy for him to even dent with limited superpowers, he knew he was going to have to learn and adjust to being her sidekick. It was the smart thing to do, just as his hand really smarted from when he tried to punch one of those killer robots, which in hindsight wasn’t such a smart thing for him to do. 

            That hand of his really stung, once again reminding him how much it stung being depowered and just not as super as he once had been. Yet, being her sidekick wasn’t too bad. He did get to help her save the day, even if it seemed she was the one saving him most of the time now. Which she just did again as she quickly bashed and smashed a killer robot that was about to make mincemeat out of him.  

            No, it wasn’t all bad for Superlad, as he realized that Lois would always be there to save him, even if it meant saving him from himself and his over-inflated ego. And there were perks to being her sidekick. The biggest perk of all was the growing perk in his pink trunks as he watched Lois in action, she surely was a sight to see, and watching her excited him in ways he never thought possible. 

            Just as he never thought it could be possible for him to be her sidekick...  But it turns out him being her sidekick and her being the super powered hero really was the happiest of all endings for the both of them…

            And he especially loved all the happy endings they’d have together after each and every single time she would rescue him.