Commissioned Stories: Superman at the Gym (Patreon)

Normally, Superman didn’t do these kinds of things. It just wasn’t his style. Superman was more the kind of guy who would write back ‘thanks but I’m busy saving the world’. Than again, when it came down to these kinds of things, Superman was used to getting loving messages to people who wanted to see him. Not a challenge. A challenge that came from a woman from a rather particular gym. Superman didn’t think he was the kind of man who was enticed to do so, but the way the challenge demanded that he come or be called a coward was rather interesting. As Superman floated down to the gym, he could tell it was just a standard modern gym. Nothing big, but it also wasn’t run down. It was a fine gym, but nothing of interest. Still, their was ONE thing different about this gym than most gyms. Beyond the fact that the owner of the gym challenged Superman to physical matches.It was an all female gym. Superman had never been challenged to a physical match by a woman before, and he was interested by the concept. Did this woman really think that she could take on the most powerful man in the galaxy? Superman was more than interested to see what this kind of woman was, and when he looked at the door of the gym he had noticed a sign on it. ‘Superman welcomed, unless he’s a super coward’. Super coward, that’s what she called him in the letter if he didn’t accept her challenge. That wasn’t what rankled Superman, though he wasn’t used to hearing that kind of language. What really rankled him, was the declaration of the person behind the letter insisting that she was stronger on the basis of her gym training. That it would be easy for her to win.

Was Superman doing this out of some ego? Perhaps, but it was more a question of how any woman could ever assume they would win against him when he was, well, Superman. Opening the door, he was hit with the sound of weights being moved and pop music. Loud booming pop music, and while that was an odd sensation for him, he had to admit the visual was very nice. The whole room was that of rather limber and athletic women all working out, all wearing skintight pink spandex that covered their rather curvy bodies. It was a delight for the eyes, and the sense was hit hard by how the women smelled. When Superman got in, a lot of the women noticed him. Normally, it was the rules to ask him to leave, and if he didn’t, they would make him leave. But instead of having him depart the building, the women instead were more than glad to see him. One of them, a blonde woman in a ponytail who didn’t even reach Superman’s shoulders presented him to another part of the gym.The way she looked, most men would kiss her feet and thank her for existing. Superman, while he found her very attractive, was not a fan of the smirk on her face. Like she knew of a big great joke. The ways her eyes stared at him with that grin on her face, it was obvious who she thought the joke was. Superman just walked by as she walked with him, and many of the women stopped working out to look at Superman. Some were a bit surprised, but most of them had the same stare and smirk as they looked at Superman. Like they all knew a big secret, and he didn’t. As annoying as that was, finding it out may just be what Superman needed to wipe the smirks off the women's faces. Was he surprised when he saw, standing next to a table, was one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen in his life.The woman looked more like an amazon than any other. Long curly red hair, at least 6’1, and was quite muscular. Not to bodybuilder level, but more Olympic muscle. The woman was built, and in her tank top and very tight leggings on her rather curved body, was clearly the boss there. Superman had to admit, the woman was attractive, and her voice was as sultry as any woman's voice could be when she spoke.“My oh my, the man of steel is even bigger in person.”It was true, while she was the biggest woman there, she was still rather miniscule to Superman himself. 7’2, barrel chested, arms thicker than most of these women hips, he was as mighty as a man could be. So why did the woman motion for him to come to the table as she sat on it, and slammed her elbow on it in the universal symbol… of arm wrestling? Superman folded his rather massive arms, obviously unimpressed. The woman wriggled her fingers at him, and spoke again in a sultry voice that even made Superman buckle.

“I told you Superman, I am a woman who wants to test her mettle. Three challenges. Arm-wrestling is one of them, and oh my do I want to get in deep and personal with you. Tell me, do you think you’re MAN enough for a woman like me?”

Her eyes glistened brighter than any diamond and as her red lips puckered as she spoke her lines, Superman knew he was being played. It’s obvious something is up. With a quick look around of his X-Ray vision, Superman could tell their was no magic or Kryptonite. Good. Sitting down, his huge arm dwarfed her arm to such degrees that one would be forgiven for assuming that she was a stick figure next to this behemoth of muscle. Superman flexed a bit, biceps bulging, and took her hand. In some ways, this was not a challenge between a Superman and woman. It was the challenge of the single strongest most famous man alive, and a woman who screamed she was all woman. The only question was, how hard was Superman going to push? Of course he didn’t want to hurt the poor woman, so while he made his arm as solid as he could, he knew he was going to push with a slight amount of force.That was the plan, but the woman was not one to wait. With her biceps flexing, just a small amount, she forced his arm down quickly. Superman didn’t expect it at all, his arm and body jerking down as she pushed down. Superman gripped the table as hard as he could, gritting his teeth and trying to hold on. He didn’t know what was going on, as his arm was just an inch away from the table and sweat began to pour down his face and his arm. Superman was struggling as much as he could just to push his arm up, and yet the woman’s arm wasn’t shaking one bit. It was like she wanted to stop, just to mess with him. Superman looked at his arm about to be tapped down, and he wanted to do something, but he had no idea what to do. All he could see, was her smiling face as she blew a kiss at him and winked, before she slammed his arm down.11 seconds. It took her 11 seconds to beat the strongest man in the world. The whole crowd of women in the gym cheered their hero on, and the gym woman let go of Superman’s hand as she broke into a twin flex. The woman was grinning ear to ear as she made sure to present the gun show to the ladies. Superman didn’t know what had happened to him, as he felt his arm and hand were numb. This couldn’t have happened to him, something like this never happens to men like him. They weren’t beaten by women in front of other women, and be laughed at. Superman knew he really was human, because he was feeling the two emotions all men felt when they were emasculated. Shame and anger.Superman slammed the table down as hard as he could with his fist, snapping the table in half, and almost screaming, he roared out his next words. Words that were unfitting for a Superman, but were still very much the words any man would say.

“YOU CHEATED, AND I KNOW IT!”

The gym owner just crossed her arms and looking at the rest of the women there, just rolled her eyes. The laughter grew, the women obviously knowing that as much as the super was there, he was still a man. He would react just like any man who was beaten by one of these ladies, as the gym owner motioned for Superman to follow him.“Okay, want to prove you’re not stronger than me? How about you and I try lifting some weights instead?” While Superman tried to cool himself off mentally, he followed after her as some of the women giggled and followed after him. She must have used some trick to use his strength against him, something like judo. Fine, she’s impressive in that regard, but now she was asking about an ACTUAL test of strength. Not a single person in the galaxy could outlift Superman, especially such a small woman. No matter how fit she was, in the end she wasn’t just human, well as Superman learned on the farm, she was a woman. When they got to the personal weight room, Superman was pointed to what he was to lift. Looking down at it, Superman’s eyes squinted and looked back at the woman.“You’re not serious, are you?”It was a pink barbell that looked to be, at most, 20 pounds. Superman just rolled his eyes, as the woman shrugged her shoulders and smirked at Superman, obviously enjoying something that only she knew and he didn’t know.“What’s wrong Superman, afraid you can’t lift it?”Now that was more than enough to make Superman get down and grab the weight, knowing he was just going to lift it up high. Superman lifted… and up it went, right to his chest. Not only was it extremely light, saying it was 20 pounds might have been the wrong thing to say. It felt EVEN LIGHTER than that! The woman clapped her hands, the sarcasm in her voice dripping the whole time as she spoke.“Good job Superman, you lifted it at level 1, which any human being should. But you see, that’s a special weight some of our smarter gals devised. Now, let’s see if you can lift it a bit more. Can you lift… Level 30?”

When she said that, the weight made a beep noise, and suddenly it felt heavier. Not that much, but Superman felt it. If the poor girl thought that this would be heavy to him, she was in for a world of hurt. This was nothing to the man of steel, and the woman decided to condescend to Superman by clapping her hands together with a mocking smile.“Good job Superman, you did level 30. Most guys struggle with that, and when I hit 40 they tend to drop it to the ground. But I suspect you’re a bit stronger than most guys, so let’s say… level 500.”

The second she said that, the weight got far FAR heavier than Superman predicted it could have, and he could feel his muscles tremble. His arms were working in overdrive just to keep the weight up, and he could feel his body shaking. This was more than he had predicted any weight could be here, and even worse, the mocking of the woman who turned the weight as heavy as it was now was obviously enjoying this.“My, I didn’t think any man could lift level 500. I won’t tell you how heavy that is, lets just say that you’d have an easier time lifting an aircraft carrier than that. How about we do something a little bit heavy, perhaps… level 800… no, 850!”

With her words, the weight increased in density to extreme levels, and even Superman couldn’t hold it up. No matter how much he tried, feeling his muscles trying as hard as he could and his muscles bulging to hold it up, he just wasn’t strong enough to hold it up. He had to drop the weight, almost feeling like his arms would snap right off if he still held the weight up. When it hit the ground, Superman thought it would drill right towards the ground… and instead it just harmlessly bounced. The woman giggled, walking to the weight and with ease, hoisting it up one handed. Superman thought he had realized what had happened, given not only how it bounced off the ground, but how this woman could lift it one handed and do several reps.It must have been a psychological trick on him, using once again his own strength against him. Superman almost wanted to congratulate the woman on her attempts to ‘trick’ him, but as she did rep after rep, she actually began to speak to him and attempt to ‘explain’ what had just happened to him.“The weights work on your bio registry, and so once you let go, they stop working. Now though, the higher the score goes, the more it increases its own energy to weigh more. Think of it as a personal gravity burst. 100. See, I can still rep it, and it’s super easy. 500. Not really much to me, though as we saw, was a bit hard for you to lift. 1,000. I should mention, a 1,000 for you and me is practically the same, so if you’re thinking that I'm lifting something far lighter than you, I’m not. 2,000. Ooh, I’m now lifting more than twice what you lifted. One handed at that, and frankly…”As she yawned to show her boredom, Superman didn’t want to believe a single word that she was saying. Despite that, the way her heart was resting as she preformed rep after rep, the woman must have been telling the truth, as incredible as it sounded! It couldn’t even be close to true though, no matter how much she said it was. As Superman grabbed the bar, he hoped to rip it away from her hand, but all she did was hold on tight to one end of the bar. It had finally come to what the woman could easily see was an attempted tug of war. Well, she wanted one, but not this way. Thus, the woman let go of the bar. Just let Superman find out how heavy the bar was when it was 2,000 after doing several reps with one hand.

Superman held on to the bar with both hands, and suddenly to his horror, felt how heavy it was. The 850 from before was, while heavy, could be held. This though, it actually almost broke his arms instantly as he felt his muscles nearly tear just TRYING to hold the bar. Superman let out  a scream of pain as he dropped the bar. Superman dropped to his knees, trying to check on his arms as the bar gently bounced away. The gym owner shrugged, very much unimpressed by the strength of Superman. If he couldn’t even hold the bar before he nearly tore his arms off, a bar she lifted one handed with ease, how strong could he be? Superman was now actually starting to doubt if he was so much stronger than the woman.How could she so easily lift it and yet it could bring him extreme pain? It didn’t matter if it was strength against strength, such a theory didn’t work if it worked that way. Superman was more than certain that this woman must have super strength. Yet while that may have been true, Superman knew deep down that he must have been stronger. He didn’t know why he had this sense inside of him, he was just certain of it. It was of course, the one biggest mental disease that all men had. Male ego. Superman rubbed his rather sore and pained arms, as the woman finally brought Superman to her favorite part of her gym. The weightlifting section, while fun, just wasn’t enough to burn a woman’s weight. No, if she was going to burn any unneeded fat, it was going to be in the aerobics room. It was the kind of room that most gyms Superman had entered didn’t have. That was because he would enter most gyms that would have men be geared for it, and men geared gaining muscle size. Still, Superman did recognize what she wanted him to do when she lifted a long and thick rope. The woman wanted a tug of war match, and the women who surrounded them, practically every woman in the gym, cheered the owner on. Even before the match had started, they were certain of who would win. Before, Superman was rather confident that the women would be wrong. It would almost be too obvious for him to tell these women how wrong they were. But after what had happened with him and the gym owner from before, he really was wondering if they were wrong.Despite that, his pride demanded that they HAVE to be wrong, given he was the one and only Superman! The greatest man who had lived. That was how much he had to believe that he would win, as he took the rope. The two stood as far as they could, with one lady putting a bit of tape on the middle of the ground. With another girl putting the middle of the rope a pink tape, the gym owner spoke to Superman.“Given I won the first two events, how about we make things a bit more fair for you. If you push me even ONCE over there, you win. But if I push you over to my side, you’ll get an extra ten seconds to back out. If you want, I can give you some more handicaps to make this even more fair for you.” Superman was more than offended when he heard that, he was downright furious. Even after everything that had happened, the fact she could insult him so casually was an offense that Superman could never forgive or forget! Taking the rope with his hand, Superman knew he was ready to pull as hard as he could. Given how strong, and smug, the woman was on the other end, he wasn’t worried about her. The woman saw what he was doing, her own hand on the rope, and made a comment.

“Are you sure you want to do this one handed? Especially after the ‘displays of strength’ you demonstrated before?”Superman was beyond offended by her words. Yet a part of him did question something that he had just done. If he was so offended by her statement, why DID he grab the rope with both hands? Superman shook his head, trying to get rid of the thought. Superman made sure his grip was tight on the rope, and his feet firmly planted on the ground. When he did all of that, Superman felt his biceps bulge and his thigh muscles roar. It was time for Superman to use all of his strength and power, the kind that made him known as the single strongest being to ever exist. Superman didn’t even give the gym owner time to worry about using one hand in this game of tug of war, he was pulling as hard as he could NOW! Superman even decided to cheat a little bit.If one could notice, even slightly, his feet were off the ground by half a centimeter. Superman was using his amazing gifts of flight to aid in his pull, which he didn’t mind doing. An extra advantage against someone he believed to be cheating was worth it. No living being could stop themselves as Superman pulled as hard as he did. Superman was now more certain than ever that he had finally put the woman in her place. Superman pulled and pulled, as hard as he ever could or have in his life, grunting with effort as he felt even his diamond crushing hands become somewhat numb. Superman didn’t care about any pain that was coming to him, all that mattered was that he pulled. Superman was so busy and focused on his pulling, that he didn’t even notice the quite obvious, even after nearly a minute.The fact that the gym owner was not moving towards him at all. The gym owner just held on to the rope, with just a hand as it was slightly wrapped around her wrist, and yawned in boredom. Before, she had pushed down immediately when arm-wrestling him, mostly because she thought that he COULD have been a foe. The owner was not a lady who tended to be wrong, and of course it was how she was wrong to overestimate the strength of the strongest man. Even now, the fact that Superman was pulling as hard as he could, even with her letting him cheat with his cute little flight trick, and what was going on? Nothing. Not only was the owner not even budged by what was going on, she didn’t even feel like her arm was being pulled in. All she had to do was reflexively pull her arm back to check her nails, and well… well the obvious happened.

Superman, the strongest man who ever lived, was immediately pulled in by just the force of a woman pulling her arm back. Superman didn’t know how this was going on, and felt the rope burn on his hands. It was painful, in not just the most obvious way. The physical pain was nothing to the emotional agony. After having defeated two times, Superman was hoping that this would be the final time he won. It should have BEEN a victory for him, and yet all the women were cheering for the inevitable. His grand defeat. Superman was pulling even harder and harder, but it didn’t matter. Superman knew what was about to happen as he felt his body was pulled closer and closer to her. When the cheering got louder, he knew what had just happened. Superman had crossed the line.As he crossed the line, the gym owner looked at the ground, than at Superman, and smirked. Even without a word, her mockery was more than clear. Superman knew that in ten seconds, he would lose. A good part of him was already certain that being pulled in this close with such ease by a woman using one hand was already a massive defeat for him. Superman ignored that idea, still knowing that he had to win in the way she had challenged him. If he could do that, than that meant he wasn’t nearly as weak as he thought he was. Superman put his feet down, and attempted to march back, while still using his flight powers to push himself back. Superman was using up all of his strength, from his arms and back and legs. Even using his own hips, Superman was certain that he had to be pulling her back. Despite crashing the floor down as he grinded his feet through it, Superman let out a guttural growl.The gym owner wasn’t even bothered at all as she checked her watch, and made a tick tock sound. It’s been 5 seconds, and she barely even felt his pull on the rope. The gym owner tapped her feet, feeling her muscles relax and tighten on the rope every time he pulled. Just exerting the BAREST of effort, to make sure that her force was met with his. The gym owner didn’t even use her leg muscles or back muscles at all to battle against Superman. In using all of the power in his body, he had found what the painful truth was, as time was running out. He was weaker than this woman’s single arm. It was killing Superman inside, and because of this, he had lost all strength. Superman had not only been beaten physically, but as his muscles gave out and so did his spirit, he was beaten mentally.Every single woman broke into cheers as the time went up, all prouder than they ever had in their whole lives in how amazing their inspiration was. As the women crowded around the owner, all asking her how it was and how she felt beating the single strongest man of all time, Superman was rubbing his arms and was pained. How could it be that he was defeated so easily by a woman who wasn’t even an alien goddess. All she was was a human woman who worked out in this gym. Superman didn’t even know what to think as he was beaten, none of the women even caring that he was there, until the gym owner herself snapped her fingers for the women to stop talking. As the women were all crowded around her, the gym owner bounced her ponytail a bit with her hand as she spoke with absolute pride.“Tell me, do all of you think what I did was special?”Everyone there was confused. Especially Superman himself. Did she really say that after she had just beaten the strongest man in the galaxy so easily? Her next words made it absolutely how clear she didn’t care or take serious the monumental feat she had just preformed.“Really, any woman could have done what I did. It’s not that hard, and if any woman wants to do so, they can prove it.”All of the women looked at the gym owner, and they didn’t believe what they were hearing. Was it really THAT possible to become superhuman, like she said? Than, as they heard what she said, they looked back at Superman. To say he was an impressive specimen of man would be an understatement. Massively sized but not gawky in size, muscles that were firm but not grotesquely huge, and rather chiseled in every way. He was absolutely the strongest man any woman had ever known just on his size, and the fact he was really Superman told the ladies he was the strongest man ever. Yet, despite all that, he had lost. Easily. If any of the women could even beat him, they wanted to do that. Practically all of the women had their hands up and cheered, almost begging the gym owner to show them how they could. Superman looked at the women, and was a mix of horrified and baffled.

He didn’t know what was worse. The fact so many of these women wanted to be stronger than him, or the idea that the gym owner could train them to do so. When the owner saw the fear in his eyes, she knew she had won before she even started. All that was to come next, was going to be who she picked to battle Superman. At first, that seemed just like the perfect idea among all of her students. But when she looked back at Superman, the obvious hit her. Why should she pick out who would be the one to beat Superman… when HE could pick who could beat her? The gym owner snapped her fingers yet again, just loud enough to make Superman himself hear and be alerted. As Superman looked at her, the way he looked seemed to tell the owner all she needed. Not only was he broken by her beating him… he wasn’t TOO broken. No, if Superman was going to finally be taken down, it was going to be at his own hands. The gym owner got to Superman as he sat there, as the gym owner did a double bicep flex right at him. It was a show of intimidation. Despite how her arms were not that large, to Superman that is, Superman knew how powerful they were. That they were mightier than his own arms were, despite his own biceps being bowling ball sized in comparison to hers. Superman just stared at the arms that he had to admit, deep down, were stronger than his own. It brought him shame to admit that, but it was more than just the truth. Despite how much it did pain him to admit it, much of Superman thought that it was just that. That if she was stronger than him, than fine. ONE person was stronger than him.All Superman had to think about was that this woman was a one in a billion human being, and had somehow gained through magic or the like strength above him. It was a coping method for him, and it was going to work perfectly. The gym owner had to stop that, fast, as she made sure he got a good look at her body.“You see how strong I am, and how my strength aided me in defeating you, Man of Steel. Now though, you have to ask yourself a question. Can you defeat ANY of the women in my gym?”That was a ludicrous thought. Of course he could! No matter what had happened with him and the gym owner of before, that was a one time thing. Their was no way any other woman could replicate what was done to him! This time, Superman very much had to put his foot down on it. He wasn’t at all going to allow this insult to pass! Superman puffed his chest out as he had his arms folded, rather angry by what he had heard.“You really think that any woman could beat me? Just because you did, doesn’t mean any woman can. I’m certain you’re just an inhuman being with amazing gifts, but I can tell every other woman here is just a woman.”“Oh please, I’m just as much a woman as any of these gals here. Though if you don’t believe me, than fine. Pick a woman, any, and I bet she can beat you at arm-wrestling.”

Superman didn’t know how she could really assume that this was a good idea for her, or any of the women here. If he wanted, he could throw the whole gym into the sun with one arm, and this woman wanted him to challenge any woman here? Now she really was just insane, but fine, if that’s what she wants… Superman will give it to her. Superman decided that if she wanted him to crush a woman, he’ll do so, regardless of morality. Superman looked at the crowd of women, and saw perfectly who would be the first one. Superman pointed at her, and with his other hand, thumbed at another room that had the table. The woman was a mix of worry and confidence, but she followed by, feeling pride in what she had witnessed with the gym owner of before. If the owner could beat Superman so easily, than SHE could win against him.The woman was named Macy, and she was an attractive woman. While Macy was rather fit, she was far thinner and more limber than the gym owner. Easily 15 pounds lighter than the gym owner, and a whole 3 inches shorter, but her beauty was no less than the owners. Macy was a black woman with long curly hair, and emerald green eyes. When she came to the gym, it was just to work out. At first, she didn’t know if she was doing much of a good job, yet the gym owner told her she was doing so. In the past few months of working out, she had done pretty well for herself, but arm wrestle Superman? Now THAT was an option that she never thought she would be in. Than again, as she thought, she never thought that the coach could beat Superman. If she could, and do so as easily as she did, what’s stopping HER from doing the same?Common sense said she couldn’t. But her gut told her to do so, and so instead of fear, she felt immense pride in her as she sat down and put her elbow on the table. With a coy smile, she had her hand up and made it do the symbol of bring it, right at Superman. Superman was more than offended by what he was seeing, and took her arm. This time though, Superman was not as cocky as he was when he took the arm of the gym owner. If the gym owner could beat him, than he’ll have to take it as seriously as he could, and should. Superman glared at Macy, and Macy glared right at him. The two needed no one to tell them what to do, they both went at it to push as hard as they could. The two let out a powerful and low grumble, as they felt their muscles roar at the other.It was a match between titans. Between the strongest man who had ever lived, and a rather powerful gym babe. The woman was untested in many events she had done, and yet she was very prideful in herself. Superman also had his own sense of pride, that he would never allow to fall against another woman. If it came down to it, he’d prove his might even if it harmed the poor woman. It was muscle against muscle, as the two felt their biceps bulge. It was true that Macy’s own biceps were puny in comparison to Superman’s own bicep that was nearly the size of Macy’s own head. That though, was the only thing puny about it. Superman was already feeling the pressure from her. It wasn’t the same from the gym owner, but it was close. Too close for comfort. Superman was sweating, and it wasn’t just from how thought it was trying to slam her arm down. A good part of it was fear.Fear of what would happen to him if he didn’t beat her. Fear that if she really did win, it would prove that he wasn’t the Superman that he believed he was. Superman couldn’t allow that to happen, no matter what. Superman was certain that he would win, because he told himself that. His pride was nearly killed by what had happened before, and now it truly was on the line. If he lost again to another woman, he could never really call himself a man. Superman felt his biceps bulge even harder than before and his teeth grit. As his veins were screaming, Superman really felt all of the power course through him. From his forehead to his toes, all the power went to his arm. Superman was putting his all into pushing the arm of Macy down. Macy herself, felt the force against her. Macy knew that Superman was like a tidal wave of muscle and strength up against her.

But Macy wasn’t bending. Macy stood firm, her own arm trembling a bit, but she was alco feeling her strength increase inside of her. It was as if every time he pushed against her, she would push back with even more effort. Macy was putting up everything she had, and it was more than enough to help her stand firm against Superman. Even more incredible, it was as if she was getting stronger every single time. Superman himself was realizing this, because as hard as he was pushing her arm, it wasn’t him who was pushing her arm down. It was MACY pushing HIS arm down, as incredible as it sounded. Superman gripped the table with his other arm, and the sweat pouring down was now becoming fear. He had to win this, no matter what, he HAD to win! Macy wasn’t at all thinking about winning the match. All Macy was thinking about, was pushing Superman’s arm down. With the two forces as dedicated they are, it came down to will more than strength.

A contest of will between the strongest man in the galaxy, or a single woman. It wasn’t even a contest, because eventually it was Superman’s arm that was going down. It was Superman who was realizing how weak he was, compared to Macy, as she was pushing his arm down more and more through the second. Macy was dead focused on winning, her breathing increasing as she knew that with every second, victory was getting closer and closer in her grasp. Superman was crushing the table with his other hand, as he knew that he had to push farther and farther to beat her. Superman was actually starting to feel something painful happen to him. While the obvious, his right arm that was currently losing to a woman, was in pain, in reality it was his whole body that was feeling it.That it was using up everything he had JUST to match her, and he was still losing! Superman was putting in his all, and yet Macy wasn’t doing so. Macy was just using her right arm, and while she was putting in more effort than the gym owner did, the result of that previous match were coming upon Superman. His defeat, her victory. Macy could feel something tingling from her spine to her arms to her head. It was a roar, and if one wished to roar, they must. Macy, with all of her strength and power, let out an Amazonian roar that shook the whole gym, and even scared the strongest man of all down to his core. It was a victory roar, as she finally slammed down Superman’s arm on the table. Superman’s arm smashed right through the table, and he hit the ground.

The second Superman hit the ground, their was no noise but a loud thud. No one in the room but the gym owner knew what to do, even Macy. Macy looked down at what had happened, and a large part of her wasn’t certain that this even happened. Macy looked at how Superman was on the ground, and how her arm trembled. It wasn’t a tremble of shock, but joy. Macy had WON against SUPERMAN himself, and she didn’t even know how to celebrate. Thankfully for her, the gym owner was more than glad enough to help. Grabbing the hand that had beaten Superman, Macy’s arm was raised as the gym owner looked at the crowd of women who had just watched beat Superman. The gym owner’s voice was almost as booming and as loud as the roar that Macy gave that still echoed across the gym.“OUR PROUD WINNER AND PROOF THAT THE FEMALE FORM IS TRULY SUPERIOR TO ANY THAT THE MALE HAS, MACY!”

The women finally reacted, roaring out in celebration at Macy’s victory over Superman. The women were more than proud when the gym owner had won the previous bout, but this was even better for them. This wasn’t just the idea that only she could beat Superman, they knew Macy very well. If she could beat him… than ANY woman could beat Superman. The booming cheers of the women affected even Superman, as he laid on the ground. Superman himself wasn’t sure how to feel after he was beaten once again by a woman. He had to think about what had happened, and the more he thought about what was going on, he wasn’t exactly certain. Strongest. That is exactly what he was called, and not just by himself. Everyone who knew him considered him the greatest, the best, even super to what should be possible.He still lost. Several times to one woman, and again to another woman. His pride was starting to evaporate at what happened, and yet like how pride tended to be an odd infection, it only had to grow. Proving himself to the rest of the women mattered not as much as proving to himself that he was not weaker than the women. He got up, feeling a bit sore of his arm, and he made sure to puff himself up a bit. That way, he looked even bigger than he normally was, in the attempt to intimidate the rest of the women. Before, the women had a sense of awe at Superman, even those that believed that the gym owner was stronger than him. After what happened with Macy, though, they actually were happy to see him get up.They wanted to challenge him! The women began to pose a bit, flaunting what they were, and making sure that Superman got a good look at them. Superman didn’t understand what was going on, but the owner very much did. They wanted to fight Superman, and they didn’t want to wait one bit. Superman couldn’t believe that this was really going on. These women weren’t scared of him at all! No, even more than that, they only saw him as as a measure of strength and a test for each other. Fine, if these girls wanted to test themselves against him, than he’ll REALLY show them what they were up against. Superman was more than fired up by the idea of these women wanting to challenge him. Even if this woman would get hurt challenging someone as powerful as him.The gym owner didn’t even have to ask Superman to do so, he was already staring at the crowd to see who they wanted to match up against. A lot of young fit women who really thought they could handle him. Perhaps Superman was a bit intimidated by them, because of who his next choice was. Instead of the fittest of the women there, he picked the oldest woman among them. When he pointed at the woman, everyone there didn’t believe it. Especially the woman who was picked. It was true that she was the oldest, being over 50 years of age. Nora was not a big gym woman like the gym owner. Macy herself was a gym nut in comparison to herself. Nora though, only really went to the gym when she had to do so. Just every odd day, and only half an hour a day at that.

Still, she was a rather good looking woman despite that. Nora was a bit shorter than Macy, but in return was bigger than her. Quite a bit of womanly plump to herself. Nora was a red head who knew that many men had desired her for a long part of her life, and even now was still rather desired despite the weight she had gained or the years she gained alongside it. Nora wore similar clothes to Macy, a gym tank top with pants that went alongside it, though because of her weight and changed body, obviously it hugged her far more than Macy’s did. Nora was usually not a fan of most men looking at her body like this, but for Superman, she’ll allow it. Why not? If she was going to take down the man of steel, let him get a good look at the body of the woman who will proudly do so. Superman may have wanted to arm-wrestle her, but that would be hard, given the lack of a table.Which made it rather perfect for them to do the next challenge, one that Superman rather failed at, but was certain that he could handle now. Opening the door for Nora, he had to admit it was rather hard not to stare a bit at the curves of the woman. Nora knew Superman was looking, and almost flaunted what she had. If he wanted to make an ass of himself and stare at her own ass, let him do so. It’ll be even more fun when she WON! The two were guided back to the weight room, the one where Superman truly found out how much stronger the gym owner was. It was a rather humiliating display of power between the two of them, but this time, he was more than certain he would be the victor. How could he not, when his opponent truly was a woman who was older than him, and didn’t work out nearly as much as the previous women before.

As Superman was certain he would finally achieve his victory, Nora was psyching herself up as a bar was handed to her. Nora knew she wasn’t like the gym owner or Macy at all. Not as strong as either woman. But if she was going to prove she was stronger than Superman, than that meant she had to prove she was strong to herself. With a deep breath, Nora concentrated on nothing but outlifting Superman. Superman himself was handed the bar, and while he didn’t psych himself up as mentally as much as Nora did, he was also psyching himself up. If he couldn’t prove he was stronger than Nora, how could he EVER hope to believe he was actually strong? It was to be a short but powerful display of strength between the two of them, as the gym owner just made sure to have dual monitors set up so everyone could see how much the other was lifting.The bars started at 100 pounds, and neither budged. When it hit to 1,000, some of the women were afraid that poor Nora would drop to the ground in pain. Instead, she stood firm and tall, not even budged by holding on to the bar. Than, it hit to a ton. No human man could ever hope to lift what the two were lifting right now. Neither very much were bothered by what they were lifting. When it hit to 10 tons, it still didn’t bother them. Even a 100 tons didn’t even budge the two of them, which surprised Superman. The fact that such a woman like Nora was still able to hold her bar up despite the increase of weight was insane to him. It was when it hit to 1,000 tons, when Superman started to feel it was heavy, he didn’t believe she was lifting an actual heavy weight. By 10,000, the one hand holding the bar was struggling, and he knew that the fact her hand didn’t even tremble that this was fake!

Superman couldn’t believe that they thought they could trick him, especially as the weight got to 100,000. While he was struggling to hold on to the bar, Nora was easily holding it one handed, concentrating as she held it. Nora was only focused on keeping the bar up, and it was easy for her. For Superman, it really got to near impossibility by 1,000,000 tons. The gym owner was smiling, and thumbed at the monitors behind her.“The reason I made this a sign of how heavy they really are, over just the levels, is a demonstration of power. I want all of you to see how STRONG you really are, if you let yourselves find out.”

The women were proud of Nora, not even certain what limits Nora had. Some were even wondering if Nora HAD limits! Superman was using both hands, struggling to hold on as much as he could, as it was now 100 million tons. Superman wanted to keep it up, to match his might against her. If he could hold on to this, than that meant that he could eventually beat Nora. It didn’t matter about raw power, he had the advantage of superior stamina. Superman thought that he was finally going to have a clear advantage over her. Superman than felt the weight increase to the absolute limits of what he could lift, as he was near ready to drop to his knees holding the bar. He looked to what it was, and his eyes near bulged. ONE TRILLION TONS! Superman was gritting his teeth, feeling his muscles ready to explode, as he held the weight and concentrated as hard as he could. Sweat pouring down his head from using all his effort to hold it.

Superman was putting in very effort that he had, so he was certain that Nora had failed. He was just waiting for the women to admit it. It took up all of Superman’s energy and strength as he was barely holding on to the weight to look up, and he thought he would see Nora in defeat. That even in this state, failing as he was, that HE did not fail. Was he surprised to see that Nora was still holding on to the bar. He was even more surprised when he saw her hold it ONE HANDED! It was even worse when he saw her doing rep after rep with the bar! Nora was only focused on it, feeling her muscles tense and flex as she did so, and as Superman felt his fingers about to give up, the bar ready to change to 100 million tons, which would be more than enough to break his arms… the bar was grabbed from him. Quick enough that Superman didn’t even see it happen!

Nora wanted to make sure she got a good workout with both hands, and so went to lifting both bars with each arm. 100 million tons on both arms, and did she struggle to lift these weights? HARDLY! If anything, it only boosted her strength as she moved them over and over, and everyone in the room knew who was the stronger, and thus, winner. Superman couldn’t even look at Nora, his shame too great for him to do so. Not only was he weaker than a woman like Nora, she wasn’t even rubbing it in like the gym owner or Macy did. Nora wasn’t even AWARE she was doing it! All that mattered for her, was pumping her weights and working out as hard as she was! The gym owner didn’t even want to bother Nora, letting the woman pump up and work out. That alone would be more than enough to scare Superman. Looking down at him, she could tell that his fear and self loathing was growing and growing.

Superman was not a man used to defeat. How could he, when he was, well, Superman? Men like him only win in life, never suffer humiliating and emasculating defeat after defeat. But after the gym owner, Macy, and now Nora, how ELSE could he feel but how pathetic he was? The way he was now, their was no way he could even hope to regain his pride, unless he won. That was why the gym owner decided to ‘pick’ his opponent for him. Looking at the crowd of women, she used her eyes to practically scan for the one that would be perfect. In short enough time, she saw the woman who would finish this. The gym owner dragged the poor girl out of the crowd, and it was clear she was unlike any other woman in the gym. This was a woman who was far weaker than any woman there.The smallest one, the youngest, the thinnest, she had only been to the gym for a few days. The woman was known as Charlene, and she was just a college freshman. To call her mousey would be an understatement, given her body and personality. Small, thin, not very attractive but she did wear her gym clothes rather well. When she came to the gym a few days ago, it was to bulk up, to no longer be the weakest girl she knew. It was just light workouts in there, on the elliptical and weights, nothing too serious. So why was SHE being picked to battle Superman?! She wasn’t like any of the other women here, she’d be crushed immediately by him! As the poor girl shivered enough to burn anyone near her, Superman himself was almost like a zombie as he guided himself to the next room. It didn’t matter as he saw her, because he knew what would happen. He’d beat her, and he’d still be mocked for it.That the only one of them he could even beat was the single weakest woman there. Maybe the single weakest woman on Earth. Superman had gotten to the rope and he held it tight, as the poor girl, Charlene, grabbed the rope on her own end. This was just pure bad news for her! His arm was thicker than her! When the two grasped the rope on each end, the two large and impressive muscular arms of Superman and the twig thin arms of Charlene. It was a competition of extremes, just like with the gym owner. But instead of feminine strength, it was obviously feminine weakness. It was a competition between the strongest man, and a woman many would consider the weakest! If Superman pulled too hard, he believed, he would just tear the arms off the girl. At this point, he didn’t care. All he wanted to do, was win!

The poor girl feared for her safety, and with no call, both pulled at the same time as the crowd of women watched and wondered. They didn’t know what would happen, but any who thought this would be a long match was wrong. It was no competition at all! Superman himself felt his arms nearly break as he was sent FLYING through the air, as the poor girl had no idea what she had just done! Superman crashed right behind the wall, and the girl who sent him flying didn’t notice for a while… until she didn’t feel any force against her. The girl looked at where Superman was now, and than back at her arms. The lack of muscle on her and the lack of any real effort from her made her realize what had happened. She had beaten Superman. Easily.Charlene instantly let out a powerful Amazonian roar, and the rest of the women cheered alongside her and roared as well, shaking the whole gym. The gym owner just giggled and folded her arms, sauntering right to the beaten down Superman and motioned her hand out to Superman. Superman looked at the gym owner who had easily beaten him, and he was afraid. Deeply. Yet as he looked at the woman, their was something about her. Her curves, her muscles, and that smile of hers as she let down her hand. When she spoke, it was with a calm but stern authority. A voice that easily cut through the loud womanly Amazonian roar hitting every corner of the gym.

“I didn’t wanna embarrass ya too much, big guy, but I seen how you were and well… I was worried. Didn’t want your head getting so big, even. If you want, I can help you workout a bit more to pack in some REAL muscle.”Superman didn’t know what to say. Any part of him that would have said no, that he didn’t need to do so… died. Superman looked at her with an awe that was unmatched. As he took her hand, he felt how powerful it was, and yet at the same time, how gentle and warm it was. True absolute strength, that he never felt in his life. Superman smiled at her, and she smiled back. Superman had to admit… he found her very attractive in this light, and his heart fluttered a bit as he spoke in the way a nervous schoolboy would.

“I… never got your name.”“Oh, that’s simple. I’m Lois Lane.”