I really appreciate all of the great feedback. As requested, here's another match for Superman!
Also, here's a rendering of Chloe, aka Miss America:
https://imgur.com/a/PIZYesd.
CHAPTER SEVEN: Katie SteelSuperman awoke several minutes later, greeted by a pleasant surprise: a warm little tongue exploring his mouth. Half asleep, he instinctively requited the embrace and fondled the soft, impeccable breasts that were lightly pressed against his shirtless torso.
Suddenly roused to full consciousness, he opened his eyes and sprung up straight on his sofa, startling his mystery lover. It was Claire, the French brunette, and she sat topless on his lap, smiling amorously down at his woozy face, her bright blue eyes twinkling behind fluttering lashes. “Welcome back, sleepy head,” she cooed seductively.
Superman looked down to see that he was wearing nothing but boxer briefs, and his mind raced to assemble the events leading up to this sudden awakening. As his eye contact shifted between the beautiful young faces seated around him, he remembered. Immediately, he clenched shut his eyes and dropped his head in shame.
“Aw,
Superman,” Kara said softly as Claire stroked his hair consolingly. “Don’t feel bad. No one can be number one forever. But we all still think you’re amazing!”
“Yeah, Superman,” Chloe said from her seat to his right. “You’re still the strongest man in the universe! You’re just not as strong as us, that’s all. But no one is.” She grasped one of his big hands in both of hers, and he turned to look at her dolefully. Her big green eyes glistened sympathetically from her adorable freckled face. “I’m sorry I was so rough. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“How do you feel?” Claire asked softly as she got up and sat down across from him on the coffee table. He felt full of energy, without a single pain in his body.
“Chloe broke your arm when she pinned you,” Kara explained. “But Claire has healing powers. Her kiss seems to have erased the damage. The bruising is gone.”
“I feel great… physically, that is,” Superman replied, shakily. He moved his arms about, carefully studying their movement.
“That’s good,” Katie said, smiling hopefully at him from across the sofa. “Because we have a new deal for you.”
“No thanks,” Superman said with a forlorn frown, glancing between the girls’ faces. “I’m done. I can’t take any more humiliation.”
“But we’ll..” Katie began.
“And I don’t care about the serum anymore,” Superman interrupted. “What’s the use? If you girls can snap my bones without kryptonite, I might as well just retire. My reputation is destroyed, anyway.”
“We can fix that,” Kara said, placing her tiny, powerful hand on the back of his neck and twinkling her icy blue eyes at him consolingly.
“Yeah, how?” Superman demanded cynically, turning to meet her gaze. “Turn back time? That was just a silly thing from one of my movies. It doesn’t work in real life.”
“If you armwrestle…” Kara began.
“No! I’m done,” Superman interrupted.
“Just hear me out,” Kara continued. “Armwrestle Katie—Katie Steel. If you win, we’ll release a video saying the earlier matches were just an act; that obviously no one could possibly beat Superman in a contest of strength, and that you were just helping us hype up my upcoming
Supergirl and Friends movie.”
Superman narrowed his eyes skeptically. “I don’t know,” he said.
“You’re a great actor!” Chloe added. “People will definitely believe it.”
“What if I lose?” Superman asked, and turned to survey Katie’s bulging, sculpted physique.
“That’s definitely a possibility,” Kara said. “Katie is amazingly strong, too, but I think you can beat her. She’s not as strong as Chloe, and you gave her a really good fight.”
“It’s true,” Katie said with a half smile. “I’ve armwrestled Chloe about a dozen times and she’s won every round.”
“What do you say, Superman?” Chloe asked, still holding his hands in hers. “Do you want your reputation back?”
Superman searched into Chloe’s big green eyes for a moment, then shut his eyes tight in deep thought. Who was he if not the world’s greatest hero? He had to have his reputation, or there was no point in living.
“Ok,” he said, opening his eyes and glancing between the girls' faces. “Let’s do it.”
“Good choice!” Kara said, and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Ok Katie! Get ready!” Kara pulled out her phone and started a video stream on selfie mode, and began to introduce the match to her millions of fans.
As Kara talked, Katie began to slip out of her athletic gear, exposing a skimpy bikini made to look like shining plate armor. Superman stared attentively as her sculpted arms pulled her sports bra over her thick, rippling chest, exposing her voluptuous, scantily covered breasts. Standing up, she stepped out of her shorts, revealing her tiny thong bottom. Like Kara and Chloe, she presented the full package: flawless youthful beauty in full sexual bloom, combined with incredibly sensual, shredded muscles that proclaimed unstoppable power.
“Well, Superman?” Kara repeated, dragging him out of his reverie.
“What’s that?” he replied quickly, turning quizzically to the camera.
“Do you think you can handle
this, Superman?” Katie asked cockily, standing before him with her hands on her wide hips. Superman looked up from her domineering muscles and connected with her big hazel eyes. Katie fluttered her lashes back at him and extended her long arms.
Eyes locked on him flirtatiously, she slowly raised her fists, compressing the thick tubes of her biceps into steely boulders. As her forearms tilted up past ninety degrees, her rock-hard peaks continued to rise and expand, and the cuts in her fibers deepened. Fully flexed, she was shockingly massive; like the other girls, her tensed muscles were far bigger than her relaxed form would suggest.
“God damn,” Superman gasped, stunned and aroused. “I don’t know!” Quickly, he glanced at the other girls. “Please don’t make me flex next to her.”
“Get up there!” Kara chided. “It’s part of the deal.”
“Ugh,” he groaned as he begrudgingly stood beside Katie and flexed his massive arms. He glanced back and forth between their muscles, and wilted over in comic, animated defeat. “Ok, you don’t need to measure them. I can see they’re bigger than mine.”
“You bet we do!” Kara said, fighting back laughter. “Chloe, measurement please!”
Chloe smiled sweetly at Superman as she sauntered up to Katie and wrapped the tape tightly around her titanic, soaring boulder. “Woah,” she said, looking up at Katie, mouth agape. “Nineteen inches! You’ve been doing some work, girl!
Damn that’s a tall peak!” Releasing the tape, she grasped Katie’s throbbing bicep and gripped it like a baseball. Her emerald doe eyes widened in awe as she tested its unyielding firmness. “It’s
so hard!” she gushed, biting her lip and stepping away.
Katie smiled in feigned apology at Superman as they retracted their arms, his face blushed in emasculation. “Another pretty girl with bigger biceps than you,” she teased, placing a hand on his upper arm and squeezing his inferior muscle. “Let’s hope you’re stronger than you look.”
“I—” Superman began.
“Because
I am,” Katie interrupted, pulling her puffy lips up into a seductive smirk.
Superman gulped. Had he been tricked? Was he about to lose yet again?
“So where are we going to do this?” Katie asked, and nodded over to the rubble where his bar once stood. “Can’t do it there.”
“This coffee table is also solid granite,” Superman said, and got down on his knees beside it. Excitedly, Katie knelt down across from him and placed her left elbow on the table.
“Let’s go with our left arms,” Katie said, lovingly. “That’s your stronger arm, right?” Superman nodded with a half smile, and grasped her little hand firmly. Katie smirked and squeezed down on his massive palm with uncomfortable force.
“Alright Superfans,” Kara narrated for the stream. “We’ve got another stellar matchup for you this afternoon! The undaunted Superman, now with a record of forty-four and two, versus the stunning Katie Steel, the underdog with a nine-and-three record in title matches. They’ve both faced Miss America; Katie Steel lost to her in forty-five seconds in her best showing, while Superman just managed to hold her off for a minute and six seconds before she slammed him through a block of granite!”
Superman shook his head in shame as he recalled this pitiful demise, then looked up to find Katie staring at him with startling confidence from her big hazel eyes. “I’ve gotten
so much stronger since the last time I faced Chloe,” she whispered breathily to Superman, and tightened her grip even harder, making him wriggle his hand in pain. “I won’t be going easy on you,” she added with a wink.
“Ok, competitors,” Katie resumed. “Are you ready?” Both nodded at the camera, then returned their gazes to each other’s faces.
“On your marks, get set, GO!”
CHAPTER EIGHT: Superman vs. KatieKatie’s towering bicep peak raged and her thick pecs rippled as she heaved commandingly into Superman, immediately overpowering him. The girls roared deliriously.
But Superman exploded back, arresting her drive and starting their shaking grips reluctantly back to the top. Squinting hard, he pushed her hand across the center, ploddingly inching down toward the one-quarter mark. Katie winced and strained, and with a sexual moan overcame his fierce resolve, muscling her way back to the starting position.
“God,” he blurted, face already reddening, as their grips danced wildly to and fro about no-man’s land. Their strength was perfectly matched.
Panting heavily, Superman summoned a deeper will. “Ruahhh!” he roared, plowing into Katie’s tiny hand with an overwhelming blast of his mighty brawn. But she held strong; her superior muscles surged with shocking definition as she withstood him, containing his herculean thrust within an inch.
His drive extinguished, she responded with a powerful throw of her own, bulldozing mercilessly into him with planet-crushing intensity. He groaned in agony as he fended it off. His burly arm swelled as he gritted his teeth and strained desperately against her incomprehensible strength.
“This is the match you’ve been waiting for, ladies and gentlemen!” Kara narrated excitedly. “Superman and Katie Steel are absolutely deadlocked! Who’s going to give first?”
For what felt like an eternity, Superman thrashed and belted into his gorgeous young foe, who charged back with identical power and determination. At times, the struggle took on a sexual dimension, both gasping and grunting as their massive, chiseled muscles bulged erotically beneath their sweat-moistened skin.
“Two minutes in and we’re still dead even!” Kara cheered. “Look at Katie’s sexy muscles, holding back the strongest man in the universe!” Katie attempted a quick smile, but her face was immobilized in concentration, her big, luscious lips cemented tightly together in front of clenched teeth. Her flawless skin glowed almost as red as Superman’s, and perspiration began to bead on her straining brow.
Superman, meanwhile, was dripping with sweat, stinging his eyes as he continued to pour all of his might into the battle. Through his burning vision, he peered down at Katie’s dominating physique. Fully pumped and glistening, her bicep swelled to outrageous proportions, throbbing with the thickest veins he’d ever seen. His legendary arm looked pathetic in comparison.
At once, Superman felt the sweeping onset of fatigue. He didn’t have much left in the tank. Something
had to give, and soon. Blasting jets from his nose, he roared deafeningly and shouldered into Katie with the force of a trillion hurricanes. But still she held strong, her erotic mountains of diamond-hard muscle shimmering invincibly.
Depleted, he faltered. “Uh,” he whimpered as Katie began to overpower him, tilting their trembling grips toward the table. Panting furiously, he heaved desperately into her tiny hand, but could barely manage to slow her advance as she quickly muscled him down below the halfway mark.
“Katie has finally broken through!” Kara cheered. “And it doesn’t look like Superman has the strength left to resist her!”
Panicking, he glanced between the delighted faces of his gorgeous guests as they excitedly savored in his humiliation. At last his eyes landed on Claire, who pinched her brows empathetically, as if begging him to win for her. Her stunning blue eyes locked on his terrified gaze, she pursed her luscious lips and blew him a kiss.
As if struck by lightning, Superman surged with renewed vigor. “Ruahhh!” he bellowed, releasing a tidal wave of energy into Katie, overcoming her impossible strength and dragging his hand up and away from defeat.
“Mmm!” she moaned, wrenching furiously into his broad palm, but this time she couldn’t hold him back. Slowly, their wobbling grips rose up to the center and down toward victory for Superman.
“Amazing!” Kara announced. “Superman has found a second wind! He’s taken the lead!”
“Mmm!” Katie groaned as she continued to fight, her deep chest muscles swelling with rippling striations as she strained against Superman’s heroic march, but still their grips descended. This was it, Superman thought. Victory was within sight. Ploddingly, he drove her down past the three quarter mark.
“Uh oh, Superman’s got Katie right where he wants her,” Kara announced. “Let’s see if she can level things out.”
Through blinding sweat, Superman peered across at Katie, whose expression remained chillingly serene despite her extraordinary exertion. Calmly, she collected herself and gathered her breath. With her knuckles just inches from the table, she exploded with a sexual wail. “EHHHHH!” she screamed orgasmically and let fly with overwhelming intensity into Superman, finally grinding his drive to a halt. Their grips quaked wildly as he grunted and thrusted, but couldn’t put her away.
Katie’s sculpted forearm surged with a web of throbbing veins as she held firm, vehemently resisting Superman’s legendary power and quickly eroding his resolve. Sweat poured from his beet-red face as he groaned with agonizing determination, his burly bicep straining against his glistening skin.
Frantically, Superman searched back at Claire with anguish, begging for another lift. She locked her azure eyes on his and blew him another sultry kiss, chilling his spine with an electrifying jolt. Revved up, he let out a deafening roar and shouldered mightily into Katie’s fledgling arm. But her superior muscles still wouldn’t yield.
“Fuck!” he blurted, panting wildly, his energy levels plummeting as he continued to heave into Katie’s little hand with all of his might. This was it; his last shot. “AHHHHH!” he bellowed as he unloaded his last full burst of strength. But it wasn’t enough.
“Uh,” he groaned weakly as Katie swiftly overcame him, easily muscling their grips up to the top and back down to the table. “No!” he yelped in horror as he desperately braced against her overwhelming strength, his muscles failing. “Please,” he begged as she pushed his trembling hand past the halfway mark.
“Oh
Superman,” Katie mocked, pausing just above the table. He squinted in pain at her angelic young face, her captivating hazel eyes twinkling behind fluttering lashes. “You are
pathetic,” she said softly, and pursed her pillowy lips in mock apology.
Superman dropped his head and clenched his eyes shut as he expended his last drop of energy in futile resistance. His arm went limp, and Katie gently pinned his massive, lifeless hand to the table.
“Unbelievable!” Kara cried over the wild jubilation. The girls jumped up and down, hugging Katie. “Katie Steel wins! What a match!”
Superman dropped his head into his hands and closed his eyes, panting in misery. His life was over.
“Don’t be ashamed, Superman!” Katie said. “I mean, look at these muscles!” Katie flexed her colossal biceps, sending her diamond-hard peaks shooting straight up into towering arcs. She smiled down at them with glowing pride, then over at Superman, who couldn’t bear to look. “They’re so much bigger and harder than yours. I don’t think anyone out there actually expected you to win.”
“Feel this,” she said, crouching down behind him and wrapping her cocked arm around his neck. Flexing intensely, her brutal bicep exploded up into his chin, pushing his head up. Superman grasped at her arm to move it away, but was too weak to budge her. Katie stood up, dragging his feeble, dangling body to its feet. “Kiss it,” she said in a tingling, seductive tone. “Kiss my big, hard muscles.”
Katie’s enormous bicep was beginning to choke him. His face reddened as he frantically pried at it to free himself, but his muscles were too depleted. Feeling his pathetic resistance, she cranked her arm tighter. Superman’s vision began to fade.
“Oh come on Katie, leave him alone,” Claire said, stepping up to intercede.
“Yeah, that’s quite enough,” Kara agreed. “Let him go.”
“You guys are no fun,” Katie said, pursing her lips in a pouty frown as she relaxed her arm, releasing Superman to drop like a sack of potatoes to the floor.
“Claire, help him recover,” Kara said. “He’s been through a lot today. I think we owe him a little gratitude.”
“Now you’re talking,” Chloe said with a lusty smirk.
Panting in a pitiful heap on the floor, he looked up in dejection at the incredible muscle girls who had completely upended his life. He had never been so humiliated. He had never been more aroused.