Superman in an Alternate Universe
By the Elder Barry erctwo@aol.com
Female Domination


Superman in an Alternate Universe

(Female Domination Abounds)

Superman was awakened by a presence that could only be described as an
apparition; a ghostly female figure was looming over his currently powerless
prostrate body. Try as he might the Man of Steel couldn't sit up nor could he
move a muscle.

"Relax Superman." Her melodic voice was soothing. "I only wish for you to
listen to what I'm about say."

"Yeah - Okay - Who are you?" At that moment in time Superman had no other
choice but to listen to her so he prepared himself to do just that, listen.

"First, let me introduce myself to you." The female traded in her ghost like
aura for a corporal female body; an impressive body with inviting breasts and
intimidating biceps. Superman was immediately aroused and his large rigid
Kryptonian penis tented the bed sheets that were covering his naked body.

"I'm known as Artemis and I am an actual living breathing Goddess, the
protector of females." She pointed at his obvious erection. "It looks as if
you're happy to see me." She roared with laughter. "Put that thing away. I'm
not here for that."

"Then why are you here?" He asked timidly.

"Superman, since your arrival on earth you have lived and exemplary life the
envy of every living being on the planet." The Goddess rose to her full height
approaching six-feet-six effecting an outrageous double-bicep pose revealing
30" biceps effectively serving to warm Superman that she was large and she was
in charge.

"In a moment you will leave this planet, this reality, this dimension and you
will be transported to an alternate universe, an alternate Earth, an alternate
dimension."

"What - no -what?" Superman's mind was reeling. "First, may I ask you a ques
..."

Before he could finish with his question or get an answer the Goddess was
gone. He however was still lying in his bed but now he was dressed in his
Superman outfit. However, with but one quick glance he realized that this
apartment was noticeably different than his earthly abode as were his upgraded
furnishings including a 66" flat screen in lieu of his former 32" model.

He arose from the bed and raced to the large picture window. He was confronted
with a completely different landscape and a new city view ... One thing was
for certain, Superman was no longer in Kansas.

However, that which was most important to him, his Kryptonian powers, were
apparently still intact. He tested his power and was satisfied that he was
still super.

Before he did anything else the 'visitor' decided to take an exploratory walk
on the streets of this new city which turned out to be named Metropolis.
Superman in full superhero uniform exited his apartment building.

"You go, Kent." For some reason the new doorman laughed at him.

Distracted by the doorman's mocking indifference, Superman walked smack dab
into into one the tallest females he'd ever encountered. Inexplicably he had
bounced off the woman as if she were a brick wall and he were a tennis ball.
He unsteadily reeled backwards from the impact nearly falling on his ass but
the woman had acted quickly. Using her strong hands she had helped to steady
him likely preventing an embarrassing fall and unceremonious introduction to
the concrete below.

"I'm so sorry sir." She smiled arrogantly but with a genuine concern. "Did I
hurt you?"

"Ah - no - thanks." The strongest man on planet earth watched her as she
walked away noticing her muscular diamond-shaped calves bulging with muscles
propelling her forward all the while marveling at her imposing size. The woman
was at a minimum seven-foot-four easily exceeding three-hundred-pounds; pounds
that appeared to be nothing but solid muscle.

He stood motionless surveying his surroundings. He spied several other
extraordinarily large females walking the streets of Metropolis dwarfing the
few lilliputian like males one of whom was a four-foot-four-inch-tall cop
directing traffic with aplomb. He wasn't actually using a plum but you likely
already knew that.

Superman took stock of the ubiquitous parade of the ultra-large females
walking the streets of Metropolis. Many were beautiful, busty, bicep-blessed
goddesses. However, if one were to accept their extraordinary size as being
normal, then most of the women were pedestrian in the looks department; fat,
skinny, obese, pretty, homely. They spanned the full specter just as the women
of his Earth.

Superman thought back to the words uttered by the Goddess who had transported
him to this new reality ... 'I am Artemis, the protector of females' ... He
was postulating to himself that these females didn't appear to be in need of
any protection.

"Nice outfit pal." Two gorgeous seven-foot teenaged girls stood in front of
him effectively blocking his way forward and back to his apartment building.
They were nearly identically clad one wearing clinging lilac colored bicycle
shorts and a green halter top while the other was wearing clinging green
bicycle shorts and a lilac-colored halter top. The girls' respective 'booby
holsters' were doing very little to cover their spectacular gravity defying
breasts.

"Do us a favor." The brunette flexed her muscles revealing an enormous
generously peaked 26" biceps. Her blonde partner followed suit and proudly
flexed as her 22" biceps swelled erupting into existence.

"Which of us has the best bicep?" Asked the brunette.

"Well. Let's see." Superman needlessly and creepily squeezed and caressed each
girl's upper arm marveling at the girth. He diplomatically answered the girls
thusly. "You have the biggest bicep but you on the other hand have an
esthetically pleasing muscle." He grinned at the girls. "I'd have to call it a
draw."

"Good call dude."

Superman respectively passed when the girls suggested that he judge their
breasts. Nonetheless, the teen vixens walked away happy mumbling to one
another ... I told you he was gay.

Superman hastily returned to the relative safety of his apartment. He had been
intimidated by the size of the females he had encountered on the street
particularly the two muscular teenaged girls. The blonde's biceps were nearly
as large as his while the brunette's 26" spectacularly peaked bicep was not
only at least two inches larger than his own but considerably more defined as
well.

He removed himself from his Superman outfit and peaked into his bedroom closet
happy to find that it was filled with men's clothing, clothing identical to
his earthly duds. Dressed only in his boxer shorts he spied a wallet on the
dresser elated to find Clark Kent driver's license, several credit cards, his
social security card, and his Daily Planet building pass; apparently in this
life Superman's alter ego was still a reporter at the newspaper.

Superman settled into a large leather recliner, popped open a Bud-lite he'd
found in the frig. He switched on the T.V. anxious to learn something about
his new environment. He immediately recognized what must have been a rerun of
the Big Bang Theory show.

The four smallish nerdy scientists (Sheldon, Leonard, Howard, and Raj) were
conversing with a busty seven-foot-six-inch Penny and a slightly shorter
Bernadette when suddenly Penny rose to her full height, smirked at the little
men, and revealed her erupting 18" biceps. Penny easily lifted a smiling
Leonard off his feet, kissed him passionately on the lips, flashed her boobs
to the open-mouthed little nerds, and carried Leonard towards the bedroom ...
The off-screen studio audience laughed at the sexually charged hi-jinks.

When Superman came upon an episode of the Jerry Seinfeld show he couldn't help
himself from laughing aloud as the miniature trio of Jerry, George, and Kramer
each attempted to but failed to encircle a smirking Elaine's enormous fully
flexed 24" bicep with their tiny hands.

"I hate that thing." Seemingly just for the fun of it, Elaine ripped George's
toupee from atop his head and tossed it out the window. When the pudgy
four-foot-four-inch Costanza deigned to object the seven-foot-five Elaine
Benes clutched his head in her hands, pulled his bald pate to her chest, and
rubbed her massive 42" breasts in his face.

"Pretty damn big, huh, Georgie boy." She condescendingly kissed the top of
George's bald head and laughed.

Later in the same episode Elaine, using both of her gigantic hands, playfully
pushed Kramer in the chest unintentionally sending the hipster dufus flying
head over heels through the air crashing into the refrigerator causing the ice
dispenser to drop freezing cubes on his face.

"Jerry ... These ice cubes are making me thirsty." Kramer moaned.

The episode was interrupted by a commercial for dildos, long and thick dildos.
The outrageously proportioned product spokeswoman was extolling the virtues of
the 'fuck sticks' guaranteeing unparalleled feminine orgasmic pleasure.
Superman understood that this type of commercial would never have been allowed
on the tube back home but here sexual mores were more relaxed to say the
least.

Superman continued surfing through the available channels until he finally
came across a cable network news program. The Man of Steel was less than
thrilled to learn that a giant nearly eight-foot-tall bespectacled
septuagenarian bronze colored woman with unruly thinning blonde hair named
Donna Trump was the president of the United States; Superman breathed deeply
hoping and praying that in this reality the similarities ended there.

President Trump was gnawing on a breaded-chicken breast while speaking to a
joint session of congress welcoming the second male elected to the Senate in
the last fifty years bringing the total to 4%. Bernie 'Colonel' Sanders of
Kentucky had won a narrow victory over his Republican opponent, Marjorie Kelly
Green, when it was discovered that Ms. Green was actually a she-male, a
she-male with a tiny two-inch micro=penis which could explain her constant
hostility. The House of Representatives 435 members included only 15 male
members also less than 4%.

The busty blonde weather girl's 44" DDD breasts defied description. She was
wearing a skimpy string bikini that fully displayed and flaunted her
considerable assets. Her revealing swim suit trumpeted the first day of summer
and the Eye Witness News program which on this day was being broadcast from
the beach where scantily clad, nearly naked preening females, as well as some
completely naked females all of whom were frolicking unashamedly proudly
displaying their perfect bodies. Apparently the less attractive females were
either at home or working.

Everyone in his former reality understood that Superman drew his superpowers
from the Earth's yellow sun. The Kryptonian shuttered with fear realizing that
there was no guarantee that this planet's sun would allow him to continue
drawing power in a like matter.

Superman implicitly understood that without his Kryptonian superpowers he
would be nothing more than one of a number of puny insignificant males
subservient to the physically superior females who dominated this planet.

He enjoyed watching the sit-coms but he was consumed with mind-numbing fear
and near paralyzing self-doubt so much so that he was irrationally
uncomfortable with the idea of leaving his apartment to check out a restaurant
... So, he did the only thing he could. He ordered a steak dinner from grub
hub.

Within a few short minutes a prettier than just pretty six-foot-ten-inch
heavily muscled green-haired delivery girl named Apple handed him his meal, a
Porterhouse steak, saut�ed broccoli rabe, a loaded baked potato, a dinner
salad, and a peach cobbler.

"You're pretty damn big for a male." She giggled under her breath.
"Nonetheless, you should have ordered the 'hungry man' portion rather than the
female sized entr�e."

Apple condescendingly patted him on top of his head before grabbing at his
crotch fondling his manhood. His Kryptonian cock immediately responded by
growing to its full girthy 15" length.

"Actually, you're very big." She continued to sensually massage his penis.
"Where's the bedroom?"

"Hey, I'm flattered but not tonight."

"Your loss then." She pumped up her perfectly peaked 24" biceps and smiled.
"If you're afraid I promise to be gentle or should you like it ... a little
bit rough, ... it's your call."

He tipped the girl generously and took possession of his meal. He immediately
regretted eschewing her advances. Afterall, he had no way of knowing how much
longer he would remain super or how much longer his penis would remain long.

He had devoured only half of his meal before boxing up the remainder for
leftovers for tomorrow's lunch; he decided to save the cobbler for later. He
was lamenting his decision to pass on Apple's generous offer of a romp in the
hay.

He was startled when there was a knock on his door. He assumed it was a friend
or a co-worker of Kent's ... He was hoping it might be the lovely Lois Lane.

"Hey big guy." Superman was shocked to see the shirtless grinning green-haired
delivery girl at his door. "Did that steak put some lead in your pencil?"
Apple proudly displayed her huge breasts while flexing her massive biceps
doing her best to entice the man.

"I'm glad you came back." Superman smiled. "My dear tonight you will be the
'apple' of my eye." Superman tenderly took her by the hand and led the 6-10
female to his bed room. The two were in immediate heat, clumsily removing each
other's clothing they hopped into the king-sized bed.

He allowed Apple to dominate him which of course was the way he liked it best.
She possessed astonishing strength and he permitted her to literally manhandle
him; turning him every which way, positioning him to her liking,
intermittently caressing him gently and then vigorously squeezing his good
parts.

At times Apple lifted him up pulling him against her body essentially using
him as if he were a human dildo. He was certain she had achieved at least
three orgasms while he himself had cum twice. Completely sated he and she
allowed their bodies to finally collapse on the bed in a state of post coital
bliss.

"That was fucking great." She kissed him full on the lips. "Not only are you
bigger than most men you are vastly superior to every other man I've ever
encountered ... You could charge money for your services."

"I'll be back." She promised. "Enjoy your leftovers." She laughed.

"Oh yeah, great." He kissed her on her lips. "But be sure to call me first."

"Oh boy." He was famished and he dove into the leftovers with vigor. That
morning Clark fully enjoyed the peach cobbler for breakfast along with a
refrigerated bottle of Starbucks Frappuccino.

When Clark Kent entered the lobby of the Daily Planet building he was filled
with trepidation not to mention the peach cobbler. Even in this new world he
assumed that the regular cast of newsroom characters would still be his
co-workers; Perry White, Jimmy Olson, and of course Lois Lane.

"Hi Mr. Kent." Superman had encountered Jimmy Olson in the elevator shocked by
his size or rather the lack there of. At five-foot-ten Jimmy had never been
very tall but in this reality he was less than four-foot-five. More than a
foot shorter than his former self. Superman would later learn that Jimmy Olson
was actually average size for a male. On the other hand, Clark Kent at 6-4 was
among the 1% of males who exceeded six-feet in height.

They entered the newsroom together and Clark allowed his eyes to scan the room
looking for Lois Lane who hadn't been hard to find. Although she was seated
facing away from him speaking with Perry White the four-foot-six-inch grossly
overweight chief of maintenance. Superman recognized Lois immediately.

"Great Caesar's Ghost Lois." White was angry. "I can't be expected to do
everything myself. I need to hire another janitor." The little guy stormed off
in a huff.

The star reporter looked exactly the same except of course for her immense
imposing size. She arose from her seat continuing to rise and rise and rise
some more until she reached her full height which was a smidge over
eight-feet-tall. Superman's hungry eyes greedily took in her magnificence;
even in this world where giant female amazons were the norm Lois Lane was
superior to the others in every way imaginable.

Her jet-black hair was both thick and lustrous seemingly unruly but in
actuality perfectly coiffed. As presently arranged her hair hung down covering
her bare shoulders perfectly framing her super-model facial features;
well-tanned face with perfectly symmetrical features complete with high cheek
bones, a perfectly contoured jawline, full pouty inviting lips, blue eyes that
rivaled the deep blue crystal-clear waters of the Maldives, yada, yada, yada
...

Suffice to say, among other things, Lois Lane had good face ... A simple smile
from her could freeze a man in his tracks much like Stupefying Jones from the
Lil' Abner cartoon series.

She was wearing a low-cut deep-cleavage revealing sleeveless sun-dress that
accentuated and perfectly displayed her magnificent 44" DD breasts as well her
stunning overly developed muscular upper arms that when flexed easily exceeded
36" of feminine splendor.

"Clark." Lois quickly closed the distance between them. She grabbed the Man of
Steel under his arms easily lifting the 240-pound man more than a foot and a
half off the ground so they were eye to eye Lois passionately kissed him on
the mouth parting his lips with her probing tongue turning the mild-mannered
reporter's insides into a cauldron of bubbling mush in the process.

"That was nice." Lois gently placed Kent down in his desk chair. "Clark, look
at me. I think I'm getting even bigger." She pumped up her arms before flexing
her right bicep inches from his face. He gulped as he watched as her
mountainous biceps rose higher and higher the girth of which almost totally
obscured his view of the newsroom.

"Damn ... I think you're right." He placed his right hand on her perfectly
peaked bicep emulating Jerry, George, and Elaine when they were groping
Elaine. Try as he might even with his big hands, Superman was unable to
completely encircle her pulsating 36 1/2" bicep which was seemingly teasing
him; allowing him a brief glimpse of the metaphorical forbidden fruit

"Pretty damn big huh?" Lois snickered at his feebleness.

Lois Lane loved to flirt with and tease the prudish always blushing Clark Kent
by flaunting her unquestioned superiority over him particularly when they were
in a room full of his friends and coworkers. She was actually amused and a bit
turned on watching him blushing.

He watched her as she walked away from him marveling at her muscular legs and
the most perfect ass he had ever seen or had even imagined possible. He
blanched noticeably when Lois and an equally gorgeous, equally tall, busty,
bicep-blessed woman hugged each other affectionately, kissed passionately, and
walked away hand in hand giggling as they disappeared from sight.

"Damn." Clark wiped the tears from his welling eyes whispering to himself
under his breath. "How can Kent compete with that? As Superman he would have a
better than 50/50 chance. But here in this reality Superman didn't even exist;
check mate.

A depressed Clark Kent logged onto his computer and began a search for people
and places familiar to him when he was on the original earth. The first names
that came to his mind were Super Girl and his own. There were over
978.,000,000 separate mentions of his Kryptonian cousin and not one single
mention of him which spoke volumes.

Even though on this planet, in this reality, in this dimension the Man of
Steel was a non-entity. Nonetheless, he planned to visit his cousin Kara later
that very evening and introduce himself.

Next, he entered the name Wonder Woman finding 426,000,000 mentions of her. He
anxiously accessed her official web-site which displayed pictures of the
Amazon deity in all her glory. Clearly on this planet, in this reality the
citizens worshiped the physical beauty and the overwhelming strength of
females.

According to the web-site and the rather risqu� pictures of Wonder Woman she
was likely this world's epitome of feminine supremacy. Diana Prince, WW's
alter ego stood exactly eight feet tall with biceps exceeding fifty-inches
with breasts approaching fifty-two-inches with triple D cups.

He was concerned when he learned that at week's end, she was scheduled to
fight a male space alien in what was being billed as the ... 'The Muscle
Tussle'.

Apparently, Wonder Woman had been designated 'Earth's Champion' and as such
she was obligated to represent her home planet against this mysterious
spaceman of which little was known. Her victory would prevent an intergalactic
war. However, her loss would result in the Earth being annexed by the
spaceman's home planet.

No one on planet earth seemed to be the least bit concerned such was their
unwavering faith in Wonder Woman's strength, power, and resourcefulness.

Clark Kent left work early feigning illness. He stopped in at a nearby deli
and purchased two humongous Italian sandwiches with extra salami, mortadella,
prosciutto, and honey baked ham with generous slices of burrata, provolone,
and Swiss cheeses all packed into a full loaf of sour dough French bread
overflowing with iceberg lettuce, sliced Roma tomatoes, green and black
olives, onions, garlic, shallots, and sweet peppers all splashed with extra
virgin olive oil and balsamic vinegar. He also purchased a couple of economy
sized bags of Lays potato chips, three large six-inch kosher pickles, and a
twelve-pack of diet coke.

Superman retreated to the roof of his apartment building wearing nothing but a
pair of cut-off jeans intent on soaking up the sun's rays hoping against hope
that this planet's sun would serve to supercharge his Kryptonian body. In
addition, he wanted to research what was known about the spaceman.

He laid his body down on his beach towel and sprawled himself across it as he
had done so many times on his own roof.

Using his lap top Superman was studying the many idiosyncrasies of this new
world learning much but comprehending little. Just as he began to search for
info relative to the spaceman he was distracted. He was less than half way
through his first sandwich and the first bag of his potato chips when a bevy
of nearly naked seven-foot teenaged girls (five in total) descended onto the
roof.

Once the randy sexually aggressive girls spotted his well-muscled male body
the vixens in training all began to whistle and stomp their feet in
appreciation. Superman was quickly learning that on this planet in the eyes of
the female population he was in deed beef cake de jour.

The girls gathered around him speaking all at once ... Smiling, winking,
flirting, and asking question while competing with each other by flaunting
their big boobs as they flexed their gargantuan biceps for his benefit as
well.

Superman was doing his very best to not get aroused but it was hard and
getting harder. He rolled over on his stomach hiding his ever-growing erection
from the girls who were doing their very best to get a rise out of him.

"Hey old man." Laverne the shortest of the girls who was only six-foot-seven
rubbed a massive 40" breast against his face flaunting her impossibly erect
nipples demonstrating her growing arousal.

"Laverne, be careful." Shirley teasingly admonished her teasing friend.
"You're about to poke his eye out with those things."

"Relax buddy. "Shirley laughed. "We're all eighteen or older well past the age
of consent." She puffed out her chest. "You can look - you can even touch if
you like."

"Look at the delicious smorgasbord of flesh that's available to you." She
ripped off her bikini top allowing her unrestrained bodacious boobies to
jiggle and bounce to a rhythm all their own. By now each of the five
mega-teens was fully naked unashamedly sharing his second sandwich, what
remained of his chips, and drinking his diet cokes.

Phoebe, Piper, and Prue ... the remaining three 'charming' sex kittens sat
cross legged directly in front of the prostrated shirtless man suggestively
and individually sucking on the three 6" kosher pickles.

Superman didn't know whether to shit or go blind ... His massive pulsating
erection was about to bore a hole in the roof right through his blanket and
that's when he decided that enough was enough.

"Okay, girls you've have been asking for this." He removed his swim trunks,
exposed his bigger than just big Kryptonian cock, and waved his massive tool
at the startled girls. "Do with me what you will." He gently tugged on his
manhood stretching it out to its maximum length. "I only ask that the five of
you share and share alike. I doubt I can cum five times but I promise to do my
very best."

Superman would soon learn that many if not most females on this planet were
lesbians or at the very least bi-curious which when one thought about it made
perfect sense. The mostly puny males on the planet were incapable of
satisfying the physically imposing ladies so the distaff set found sexual
satisfaction cavorting and frolicking with one another.

Consequently, rather than overwhelm the large male with their superior numbers
the girls gladly bided their time. Pairing off with one another they began to
kiss and fondle and finger each other putting on an erotic voyeuristic sex
show for the man.

Laverne sat atop the Man of Steel and began to service the guy by massaging
his huge cock ultimately inserting his dick into her awaiting moist vagina.
She rode the man hard allowing her huge pendulous breasts to repeatedly slap
against his face forcing her erect nipples into his mouth until he and she
came together in unison at the very same time.

Eventually each of the five girls had taken their turn with the inexhaustible
stud of a man who, invigorated by the sun's rays, had in fact ejaculated five
separate times spurting impressive loads each time.

The five outrageously proportioned junior college freshman girls exited the
roof area completed sated fully intending to return ... promising he and
themselves they would 'come' again and again and again cementing in the mind
of Superman that on this planet he was indeed ... 'beef cake de jour'.

Superman showered allowing the steaming hot water to cascade down his now
tanned body pumping up his biceps completely satisfied that the sun had done
its job and charged his 'batteries' and he was indeed still SUPER.

He donned his Superman outfit and surreptitiously flew to the address shown on
the internet as the home for one Linda Devers, aka Supergirl. He landed on her
deck and peaked into her apartment surprised and elated to see that she and
Diana Prince, aka Wonder Woman, were engaged in a spirited conversation.

The two superhero ladies each exceeded eight-feet in height with biceps easily
approaching if not exceeding 56" of overly developed well-defined imposing
biceps with 60" gravity defying breasts which were almost too large to be
believed.

The two must powerful beings on the planet were seated at a large marble table
with their elbows position thereon. Superman couldn't believe his good luck.
He was about to bear witness to the most titanic demonstration of
'manita-a-manita' strength and power and muscle. Apparently, the girls were
unofficially competing for the honor and the right to face off against the
male alien invader.

Supergirl believed that she was stronger than and a more proficient fighter
than Wonder Woman and felt that she deserved the title of ... 'Earth's
Champion."

He tingled with anticipation awaiting the Battle of the Babes, the Maidens of
Might, the Woman of Steel. He could've gone on and on but the match had just
begun.

At first it seemed as if nothing were happening because there had been no
movement whatsoever. But then Superman focused his attention on the straining
biceps each of which appeared to be threatening to break free of the epidermis
casings (skin) struggling to contain the football sized and shaped
mega-muscles that were clearly attempting to escape from their respective
metaphorical prisons.

Superman could see that the muscles belonging to these fabulous females
possessed nearly limitless power far exceeding his Kryptonian super-strength.
In that moment he realized without a shadow of a doubt that he was in the
presence of the two most powerful beings in existence and he knew that if he
were to remain on this planet, in this reality, in this dimension he would
always be inferior to these ladies in every way imaginable

After a riveting five-minute stalemate, the Kryptonian superpowers of Ms.
Devers began to exert themselves pushing Diana's straining arm down and down
closer and closer to the table top when suddenly all movement came to a
screeching halt.

Wonder Woman smiled arrogantly and began to push Linda's trembling arm back to
its starting position before inexorably forcing Supergirl's arm down to and
then completely through the substantial marble table shattering it into a
myriad of tiny stone fragments sending Linda Devers out of her chair and down
to the plush rose-colored carpet to an ignominious defeat, her first loss
ever.

"I'd pay stacks of green-money to see a rematch." Superman had silently
entered the apartment applauding.

"Who the hell are you?"

An unamused Wonder Woman didn't wait for a response. She closed the distance
between she and he in a nano second forcibly grabbing the oddly customed fool
by his throat just below his jutting jaw.

When she throat-lifted the gasping Superman at least two feet off the ground
Diana could feel that man's throat muscles pulsing and contracting as he
struggled to draw breath. He was close to asphyxiation when she released her
vice like grip.

Supergirl was laughing at the pathetic customed creep as she watched his two
legs churning and churning and churning as if he were trying to run off to who
knew where.

"Hey, dufus." Supergirl confronted the struggling man. "Nice outfit." She
giggled like the 19-year-old woman-child she still was.

These two women were accustomed to being both majestic and powerful beyond all
others ... They had both been special and superior since berth ... So, they
gave their elite circumstance not an iota of thought ... Which explained why
these extraordinarily blessed females had no fear of the space alien who had
challenged them.

"Explain yourself."

Superman attempted to do just that, explain himself. He left nothing out
starting with his life on his home planet, his alien origins, his superpowers,
his banishment to this planet ... the gender reversals visa vies the dominance
of the extraordinary females compared to the relatively puny males.

"Relatively?" Linda smirked. "Relatively - really - relatively puny." Linda
ceased smirking and offered a full thoughted laughed at the man's use of the
disingenuous depiction of the prowess of the male gender ...

"Better for you to have used a more appropriate adjective such as ...
pathetically puny or significantly puny or appallingly puny or decidedly puny
... I could go on but I would like to hear the rest of your story."

"But first." Supergirl was massaging her right bicep with her left hand. "Let
me assure you I, we, take no pleasure in the circumstances with which the
disadvantaged males must deal. However, the males are so much smaller and
weaker than females they can't possibly compete ... It's just a fact of life."

"Even so males are treated as equals. They're not discriminated against. They
receive equal pay for equal work." Linda shrugged her shoulders. "However,
their lack of size and strength places them at a disadvantage that they
readily accept as reality." She shrugged some more again. "Remember, it has
always been this way for them an us."

Diana had deposited the rather large man on Linda's couch but not before she
flexed her 56" massively peaked biceps in front of him.

"I can tell that you wish to touch." The wonderous Wonder Woman took his right
hand in hers and placed it atop the majestic mountainous bicep; she curiously
watched his lips quivering enjoying his enjoyment.

Back in his formative years growing up in Smallville Superman had been
enamored with fit girls, infatuated by the sight of a flexed female bicep, and
sexually excited when in the presence of strong females.

"Oh my God." Superman squealed like a schoolgirl at a Harry Stiles' concert or
like a female octogenarian at a Tom Jones concert or an obese lady at a pie
eating contest. Superman's unnatural female muscle fetish had first manifested
itself when he was a pre-teen and has continued to this day.

Holding back nothing the Man of Steal squeezed with all of his considerable
Kryptonian might an yet he was incapable of even making the slightest
indentation in Wonder Woman's impenetrable steel like muscle ... Superman was
in seventh heaven experiencing unmatched pre-cum orgasmic bliss ... ready to
explode.

"Grope if you must." Noticing the unbridled expression of pure ecstasy on the
man's face Supergirl not wanting to be outdone again presented her flexed
biceps to him.

The man of squeal did more than just grope. Forgetting for the moment that
Kara was his cousin Superman tenderly caressed her supple unyielding right
bicep until he unexpectedly ejaculated in his shorts achieving unmatched
carnal nirvana and he continued to spurt copious amounts of Kryptonian kum.

Over-cum with orgasmic ecstasy Superman unashamedly removed his pants exposing
his massive 15" Kryptonian penis allowing his seemingly never-ending ejaculate
to continue unabated. After what to him seemed like hours of bliss a sated
Superman apologized to the two smiling femme fatales, began to dress, and
sheepishly returned to the couch.

"Now." Supergirl stifled a laugh. "Put your tongue back in your mouth and your
dick back in your pants." She tossed him a wet towel. "Now clean this place up
and then continue with your story."

"Be careful ladies." He finished up by warning the two females who had never
faced any adversity in their blessed lives that the alien space man could have
super powers of his own, superpowers rivaling or surpassing their own. He
earned their attention when he forewarned the ladies alerting them to the fact
that the space man likely knew all about their powers and yet he was still
confident enough in his own abilities to challenge Earth's very best.

"What do you know about this guy?" Superman was on Supergirl's computer
researching the space man.

"Not much." Wonder Woman readily admitted. "He's 'relatively' puny. He's about
your size." The two extremely confident giantess's giggled and high fived one
another.

"I'm not worried." The overly confident Supergirl effected a double-bicep pose
rotating her closed fist causing her glorious muscles to expand and contract,
jump and bounce, seemingly beckoning for Superman to grab hold and caress her
again.

"You should be ... worried that is." Superman resisted his overwhelming desire
to caress her summoning sinewy muscles again. "Look here." The three of them
stared at the image of the space man on the computer screen.

"Like you Linda this man is a Kryptonian. I can tell." Superman explained that
in his reality his home planet Krypton had been destroyed and his parents had
managed to send him to planet earth, where because of his molecular makeup he
possessed untold superpowers and the gift of invulnerability.

"On this planet, in this reality, in this dimension those powers, my powers,
have been considerable diminished. I was once your equal but now ... not so
much." He lowered his eyes in reflective thought.

"However, in this reality it appears that Krypton has not been destroyed.
Consequently, this man had likely retained his superpowers. By the way his
name is General Zod and he is the very personification of pure evil. If his
Kryptonian superpowers have not been comprised then you ladies best be
worried. In fact, the entire planet should be worried."

"Zod will be stronger and more powerful than you can even imagine likely
possessing the combined strength of a trillion human beings. His body will be
invulnerable to assault and he will be impervious to pain." Superman paused to
take a deep breath recalling a time when he was actually stronger than Zod.

"Worst of all." He continued. "Zod is a manically ruthless asshole. Should he
manage to prevail then he and his Kryptonian followers will subjugate this
planet to their collective will and rule with an iron fist."

Shit." Wonder Woman looked worried.

"Oh, fuck." Supergirl was worried. "What can we do ... What should we do?"

"On my adopted home planet, I have a sanctuary that somehow proceeded me
there; put in place by my forefathers."

"You had four fathers?" Supergirl was attempting to lighten the mode.

"No." Superman barked at her. "My sanctuary contained artifacts and holograms
and instruction manuals from Krypton that helped guide me." He paused looking
hopeful. "Do you have a similar sanctuary."

"Yes, yes I do." She was smiling again. "I call it my Fortress of Solitude. I
go there to chill out. Why do you ask?"

"Because if I'm correct there will be something there that can help us."

Supergirl scooped up Wonder Woman in her powerful arms, clutched her to her
bosom, and flew directly to her Fortress of Solitude. Superman flew aside them
lamenting his new circumstance; third wheel.

Linda's fortress was virtually identical as his own and for the first time
since his arrival he felt as if he were at home.

He confidently led the girls into the fortress to a large reinforced metal
door the led to the work shop. Without thinking he routinely entered 'Kal-El'
his Kryptonian name and the password. He was taken aback when intermittent
beeping sounds sounded.

"Here allow me." Supergirl entered her own password 'Kara' her Kryptonian name
and the huge door swung open. "Now what?" She asked.

Superman eyes were scanning the room searching for the green-colored lead
lined box that should have been there, had to be there, needed to be there.
The fate of this entire world likely depended on it.

"Linda." The concern on Superman's face was daunting. "I'm looking for a small
green-colored lead lined box."

"Oh yeah. That thing." Supergirl left returning in a nano second. "Is this
what you're looking for?" She started to open it ...

"Don't. Do not open that." Superman snatched the green box from her hands.
"Not now - not ever."

"Dude, what's in there." Wonder Woman had come to the fore. "Does it bite."
She joked.

"There's a substance in that box, a substance indigenous to my home planet
Krypton that when in close proximity to a Kryptonian renders him helpless as a
kitten ... and that's giving short shrift to the kitten."

An exposed General Zod will be completely helpless before you. He will still
be invulnerable but he will feel pain and he won't like it."

"As a demonstration I will ask Wonder Woman to raise the lid a few inches and
only a few inches. Supergirl and I will stand close to the box exposing
ourselves to the harmful Kryptonite emissions." Knowing what was about to
happen he forced a smile. "Diana, please close the lid quickly, ten seconds at
the most."

"Ready?" Superman and Supergirl stood directly in front of the green box
holding hands nodding indicating they were ready. Wonder Woman lifted the lid
ever so slowly an inch at a time. Nonetheless, the effects were instantly
discernable.

Each of the superheroes' arms hung limply at their sides, their respective
faces revealed pained expressions, and they dropped to their knees their
powers clearly diminished.

Diana's trembling hands betrayed her and she tipped over the box scattering
several pieces of green glowing pieces of the Kryptonite onto the floor. Kara
and Kent writhed in agony and helplessly squirmed experiencing excruciating
uncompromising pain incapable of rationale thought.

In no time at all Wonder Woman managed to retrieve and quickly house every
piece of the malevolent poisonous rocks. She slammed the lid shut on the green
box and breathed for the first time since the unfortunate incident.

Wonder Woman turned her attention to the cousins who were currently hugging
one another happier than two mythomaniacs with sacks full of dicks. The effect
of the Kryptonite dissipated as fast as they had manifested.

"Okay." Wonder Woman was intrigued and said as much. "I'm intrigued - How can
I use this stuff in the Octagon without being too obvious?"

"You gals will need to incase a small piece of the kryptonite into a lead
lined case disguised as a jeweled necklace or maybe a bracelet or some such
thing." Superman began to pace the room.

"Once the fight begins Wonder Woman will remove the rock from the case and if
all works well General Zod will be reduced to an inferior drooling helpless
milk toast totally subservient to your will."

"Sounds good." Wonder Woman turned Supergirl. "Let's get to work."

Together the girls decided that the best and least suspicious piece of jewelry
would be a ring. They quickly and skillfully fashioned a small unobtrusive
'engagement' ring that if she were asked to remove, she would refuse and
insist on wearing the gem stone.

"Hold on. Wait." A suddenly introspective Wonder Woman had been and was
evaluating the unprincipled skullduggery that was being contemplated. "Is this
even remotely ethical?"

"No ... It's not." Superman admitted to the obvious. "However, Diana Prince
you must remember and take heed of the old axiom ... All's fair in love and
war ... and this my friends is ... FUCKING WAR."

The entire population of planet earth and the citizens of Krypton were
watching the telecast of what was being called 'the muscle tussle' a silly
rather hackneyed name for such an important potential life altering event.

The eleven-foot four-inch tall heavily muscled 630-pound Kryptonian entered
the octagon blowing kisses to the audience. The ring announcer made the
appropriate introductions and the referee quickly explained the rules of which
there were none. When the opponents, Wonder Woman and Gerald Zod, touched
gloves the massive Kryptonian creep violently shoved WW to the far corner of
the cage nearly knocking her down.

Diane rotated the ring containing the stone round and round on her finger
awaiting the starting bell to ring before removing the piece of Kryptonite.
However, that proved to be short sighted because at the sound of the bell
General Zod literally flew across the ring in less than a nano-second smashing
the surprised WW flush in the face with a powerful straight massive right-hand
sending the shocked Amazon warrior bouncing off the cage restraints landing
face down on the mat.

Buckets of blood spurted unabated from her clearly broken nose and from her
mouth. Her eyes teared obscuring her vision. Before she could remove the
kryptonite from the ring Zod had double-knee dropped his 650-pounds on her
back. He lifted her off the ground holding her sagging near lifeless body high
over his head.

The capacity crowd in the 120,000-seat stadium was shocked and forlorn by the
unexpected crushing defeat being cruelly foisted upon WW, the earth's
sweetheart. Said sweetheart was so overmatched by General Zod that the crowd
was already conceding her defeat.

"This is your champion." He ruthlessly smashed her weakened body down over his
knee causing her to suffer excruciating pain. Nonetheless Diana had finally
managed to remove the green stone from her ring squeezing it tightly in her
right hand.

Zod viciously kicked her in the ribs and kidneys several times. Ignoring the
pain Diana managed to stand. Diana could hear polite but meager applause
coming from the still hopeful but overwhelmingly skeptical crowd.

She assumed a boxer's stance; her left hand and foot extended forward while
her right hand was held back adjacent her right ear cocked for action.

"Little lady ... You're too cute for words." The eleven foot plus Kryptonian
was enjoying himself no end. General Zod wanted to extend the bout simply for
his own warped enjoyment so he decided to spar with the little earth girl a
little bit longer.

Zod pranced around the cage like a well-schooled practitioner of the art of
pugilism. His two-foot height advantage would serve him well. He was confident
that his power and fighting skills were vastly superior to the inferior woman
Earth had sent to battle him; her meager powers amused him. General Zod flexed
displaying his unfathomable biceps that easily exceeded 76" of frightening
power. He knew he was in total control laughing at the woman the citizens of
this planet laughingly referred to as Wonder Woman.

He fired seven consecutive light left jabs to her unprotected face opening
more cuts engendering still more bleeding.

"Take your best shot little girl." He arrogantly dropped both of his hands,
leaned forward, and presented WW with a clear shot at his chin. Clutching the
stone in her right hand she delivered a perfectly executed upper cut to his
jaw shockingly sending the big man to his knees. WW gleefully pounced on the
shocked Kryptonian delivering a pleather of right hands to his suddenly
bleeding face and head, the reeling noticeably cringing bleeding alien was
crumbing in the wake of her unrelenting onslaught.

"Kill him." Superman urged her on. "It's the only way. Allow him to live and
he will return with a ruthless level of vengeance."

"You're right ... It must be done." She wrapped both of her hands around his
now pliable neck, held the Kryptonite particle against his skin, and squeezed
with every ounce of her considerable Amazonian Goddess like strength.

It was against Wonder Woman's Amazonian principles to kill anyone let alone a
completely helpless being. Nonetheless, she understood that her abhorrent
actions were necessary and for 'the greater good'. An infamous phrase with
which she wasn't the least bit comfortable. However, she continued to drain
the life from the alien invader until the Kryptonian creep was kaput.

In order to convince the Kryptonians that the people of earth were more than
just capable of defending themselves they were every bit as ruthless and
sadistic as Zod, their champion. Diana placed her foot in the middle of the
man's chest, grabbed his arm. Using all of her Amazonian strength she wrested
the muscular appendage from his torso tossing it to the far corner of the
ring. She did the same with the other arm, his right and then his left leg.
The pile of Kryptonian body parts was growing.

In her penultimate gesture WW ripped Zod's massive penis from his scrotum.
Finally, she grabbed, twisted and turned his head ultimately separating it
from his upper body. She retrieved his bloody penis and shoved into the mouth
of the General's severed head sending a clear message to the Kryptonian elders
that the Earth was not to be fucked with.

"Ship this pile of humanoid garbage back to Krypton." WW smirked. "Afterall,
we are not barbarians."

The spectators in the arena cheered wildly emotionally dancing in aisles.
Around the world the T.V. audience celebrated the defeat of the alien invader;
their way of life having been preserved by the singular efforts of Wonder
Woman.

The magnificent three retired to Wonder Woman's mansion situated in the
exclusive luxurious mountains overlooking the city of Metropolis. The thrill
and excitement of the victory invigorated each of the physically blessed
sexually stimulated superior individuals who were understandably overcome with
unrelenting desirous sexual cravings.

The three individuals stripped themselves naked proudly exposing their
exquisite unmatched physiques to one another. The menage a trois was
inevitable from the get go. The supercharged superbeing's emotions were on
tilt and they abandoned all conventional mores cavorting with one another for
hours achieving sexual nirvana time and time again.

"That was well beyond amazing." Supergirl wiped her brow of sweat. "We should
have filmed that."

"What makes you think I didn't?" Wonder Woman snickered.

"Damn girl." Superman was still wiping ejaculate from his still twitching
chubby. "How much money is that tape worth?"

"Priceless, but we'll never know ..."

Before Wonder Woman could finish her thought she was interrupted by the
appearance of the Goddess Artemis, the protector of females who had plopped
herself down in an over-stuffed easy chair sipping on a diet-coke.

"You're welcome." The Goddess was sitting on the bed smiling slyly.

"For what?" Wonder Woman asked.

"For what?" Artemis bristled. "For sending Superman to this planet, to this
reality in order to assist you against that Kryptonian chauvinist pig." She
popped open a second cola. "I love how this planet has evolved and I wanted it
to stay unsullied.

"Thank you." The girls spoke in unison, bowed their heads in unison, and
offered to shake the hand of the Goddess.

"Superman - are you ready to go home?"

"What?" Superman hadn't remotely prepared himself for that question, for that
eventuality. In retrospect he should have been ready but he wasn't.

"Well-wow-oh-boy.' He was stuttering and he could feel himself inexplicably
blushing. "Can I think about that?"

"Sure, take all the time you need." She flashed him a shit-kicking-grin. "I'll
return in a week for your final answer."

Superman had a major decision to make ... Returning home to his former life
and his friends would be amazing but on the other hand he did want to watch
some more of this planet's Seinfeld shows.

Superman in an Alternate Universe ... by the Elder Barry ... 8.200 words ...
to be continued?