SuperLois
by Femgrowth e-mail: femgrowth@yahoo.com
Pink Kryptonite gives Lois Lane superhuman strength.


Author's note: You may wish to imagine the character of Lois Lane in
this story to look exactly like actress Teri Hatcher. I know I did when
I wrote it.


Lois awoke with a splitting headache and a dizzy feeling in her head.
She had the strange sensation of being completely immobile. She tried to
move her limbs, especially in order to massage her throbbing temples,
but she couldn't budge. Slowly she opened her eyes, squinting as they
adjusted to the bright lights of the room. She saw that the four walls
were made of solid steel, and were entirely without adornment except for
a metal vault door similar to ones you see in submarines. Fluorescent
lights were set in the metal ceiling. As she regained her wits she
realized that she was tied to a chair in the center of the room, facing
the door. She tried to struggle against the piano wire that bound her
tightly to the chair. It was no use. "If only Superman were here," she
thought bitterly.

Recovering from her dizziness, she tried to reconstruct the events of
the evening. She had been working late at the city desk of the Daily
Planet, trying to come up with a story before deadline, when she
received a hot tip from an anonymous source. A mysterious voice on the
telephone said that a highly suspicious and newsworthy shipment would
arrive at the Port of Metropolis aboard an Armenian freighter at
precisely two o'clock in the morning.  Lois saw that she had barely time
to get there. She tried to trace the phone line, and even though the
caller immediately hung up, she determined that it was a pay phone near
pier 31. Her keen journalistic sense sniffed out a scoop, and she
grabbed her purse and jacket and ran down to hail a cab. There was no
time to let her partner, Clark Kent, know about it. She tried to call
him, but as usual reached his answering machine. "What is he always up
to so late at night?" she wondered with a sense of irritation and
jealousy. He told her some story about being such a sound sleeper that
he never heard the phone, but she doubted it. His one-room bachelor pad
can't possibly be large enough that you couldn't hear a telephone ring.
She decided not to leave a message. "Just this once, I'm going to have a
by-line by myself", she sniffed.

She was upset because she felt very attracted to her handsome,
bespectacled partner. She suspected that he was out with other women,
having a good time, probably sleeping with them. A violent shudder of
jealousy shook her as she thought about it in the cab. "Oh, Clark," she
thought to herself, "there's something about you which reminds me of
someone I love deeply, but for the life of me I can't figure out what it
is." 

The cabbie didn't even look at her as he dropped her off at the docks.
Despite her business suit, which consisted of a peach-colored blazer
with matching miniskirt, He figured that she was a whore looking for
sailors. The outfit was probably only an attempt to look respectable or
to fulfill some john's fantasy. He took the fare and tip without even
saying thank you, and drove off into the darkened streets.

The wind was blowing in from the sea, and there was a chill in the air.
At pier 31, the crew was just disembarking and preparing to unload. She
hid in the shadows, sorely regretting that she hadn't worn slacks with
her blazer instead of these sexy fishnet stockings. "It's Clark's
fault", she pouted, shivering. "He's the one who always stares at my
legs, encouraging me to wear short skirts..." her logic went.

Eventually the crew unloaded its cargo. The crane seemed to groan under
the weight of the crates. The men were jabbering loudly in a foreign
language. Lois wondered if it might be Armenian. Yet she didn't think
there would be so many blonde and fair-skinned people in a southern
former Republic of the Soviet Union. "Perhaps they're Russians," she
thought.

As the crew left, she thought she heard one of them say the word
"Vodka". "They're going for a quick bottle or two," she surmised. One of
the sailors, a tall redhead, seemed to object vehemently to leaving
their crates unguarded. The others argued with him, gesticulating
wildly. He finally appeared convinced, and he let himself get dragged
away to a watering hole by the pier, yet still looking back at the cargo
as he went.

When they disappeared, Lois thought, "there must be something precious
in those crates, or else that sailor wouldn't have been so dead-set
against leaving them alone." She looked around, making sure there was no
one nearby. She crept up to the pile of wooden boxes, which easily could
have contained four refrigerators each, and read the stenciled labels by
the glow of her penlight. The writing was in both Cyrillic alphabet and
English. "Sardines," it said in bold letters. "Product of the Black
Sea". 

Lois doubted very much that her caller was warning about the dumping of
foreign sardines on the U.S. market. "That would be the dullest story I
ever wrote," she mused. "It would make page 12 of the financial
section." She winced at this horrible thought.

Lois found a crowbar nearby, and began to pry open one of the huge
boxes. She labored with all her strength, not quite succeeding. "If only
Superman were here," she wished. "He'd get that crate open in no time
flat." She gave another effort, her face turning red. Suddenly she heard
a loud crack. One of the boards of the crate had finally come open. She
was startled at the noise, and felt an icy chill down her spine. Has she
been heard? She remained perfectly silent for a few moments. All she
heard was to lapping of the waves against the docks, the clanking of
chains and the squawking of seagulls. Quietly, drops of cold sweat
dripping down her sides, she pulled back the board. She flashed her
penlight in the opening she had made. Sardine cans, labeled in English.
This annoyed her. She wished that smugglers wouldn't try to be so
clever. She took out sardine cans one by one. With the keyring, she
opened one of them, and flashed the penlight on the contents. "They look
like sardines..." she thought. She took one in her hand, and it felt
somewhat slimy. "They feel like sardines..." She held it up to her nose,
and took a sniff at the fishy smell. "They smell like sardines..." She
put it in her mouth, and made a face at the strong briny taste. "They
are sardines!" She put the can down, and began digging through the
crate. "I'm sure as hell not freezing my butt out here for a pile of
canned fish!" she fumed. 

Suddenly her hand met with a differently shaped container. It was
cylindrical, about a foot long and three inches in diameter. She slowly
took it out and inspected it. It had only one word written on it. It
seemed to be Russian. "Let me see if I can read this..."  she had taken
a month of Russian at Columbia before dropping it. She enjoyed it, but
the prof had begun sexually harassing her... She knew enough Russian to
figure out how words were pronounced in their alphabet. The first letter
looked like an upside-down "L". 

"That's a 'P'," she remembered. The next was an upside-down "V" 

"P...L..."  The third letter looked like a pitchfork.

"P...L...U..." next was a T, an O, then an "H", then a backwards "N"

"Plutoni..." she sounded out the word. "Ohmygod..." she blurted out.

A shadowy figure in a trenchcoat and hat stepped up to her, seemingly
out of nowhere. "Miss Lane," he said in a menacing tone, "will you come
with us, please?" 

Lois was afraid. She backed away from the crates, then turned and ran.
"Damn these high heels," she thought. "It's Clark's fault. I wear them
because he likes looking at my calves." She turned a corner around a
warehouse and bumped into another man wearing a trenchcoat and hat.

The last thing she remembered was a white cloth covering her face and
the unmistakable odor of chloroform burning in her lungs...

Lois struggled against the piano wire that kept her tied to the chair.
Her headache and grogginess were almost gone when she saw the wheel on
the vault door begin to spin. Two trenchcoated men in hats walked in,
carrying Uzi sub-machine guns. They stood at attention on both sides of
the door. They wore sunglasses and stony expressions. Then a
pinstripe-suited man walked in. Lois was shocked. It was her ex-fiance,
Lex Luthor, one of the richest, most influential men in Metropolis.
Clark had told her that Lex had links with organized crime, but she
thought he was imagining things out of jealousy. 

He spoke first. "Well, Miss Lane. Did you have a good sleep?"

"Lex, you can't do this! It's kidnapping and forcible confinement.
You'll go to jail!"

"Ah, but you know the golden rule: 'He who has the gold makes the
rules.' No one else knows about that shipment at pier 31. I phoned you
to make sure that you came down to see. I want to use you as a bait for
my trap. I didn't expect you to actually snoop around my affairs..."

"You're importing weapons-grade plutonium? Do you plan to make your own
nuclear arsenal, or are you going to sell it to terrorists? What about
delivery systems? Don't tell me you've got ICBMs too."

"Ever the journalist, always asking questions. Well, since you're not
going to live long enough to see my plan unfold," Lois's blood ran cold
as Luthor continued, "I may as well fill you in. I plan to use the
plutonium as a fund raising tool. Right as we speak small nuclear
devices are now hidden in all the major cities of the world, and I will
demand payment of several billion dollars from each country as
'insurance' against nuclear incineration."

"Why are you telling me this, why did you make me go down to the docks
last night? When I'm reported missing, the taxi driver will come forward
and police will begin snooping around pier 31..." Lex interrupted her
with a wave of his fingers.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. That poor taxi driver had the misfortune of picking up a
man in a trenchcoat last night right after he dropped you off. He was
found dead this morning, his throat slit, the apparent victim of a
robbery." Lex turned to the trenchcoated man on his left. "All he had on
him was what, fifty bucks? Cruel, senseless murder. What in the world is
this city coming to?"

Lois shuddered at how nonchalantly Lex Luthor could snuff out the life
of an innocent human being. Luthor continued:

"Now, I realized that there was only one major impediment to my plan.
It's your friend from the planet Krypton. He's foiled me time and time
again, and I pondered about how I could get rid of him once and for all.
Then I came up with a plan so beautifully simple I was amazed that I
never thought about it before."  Luthor fished a vial out of his pocket.
It contained a pink liquid. "For years I have had my scientists try to
synthesize kryptonite, but it would appear that the chemical composition
is too unstable to reproduce on Earth. So we are forced to wait for
fragments of the destroyed planet to fall to Earth as meteorites. I
could give you a bit of history about this stuff. Kryptonite is the
accumulation of thousands of years of pollution on their planet. It
comes in different varieties, all of which so far have shown to be
completely harmless to humans, but highly toxic to Superman. This vial
contains pink kryptonite in liquid form, a variety that we have never
encountered before. It came from a meteorite discovered by my research
station in Antarctica. I have no doubt that it will prove just as deadly
to Superman as any other we have found. But how am I going to get
Superman to approach it? Then it struck me. Superman seems to have a
sixth sense about you, Lois. Whenever you are in mortal danger, he seems
to respond immediately. If I were to inject you with this, then your
body would become a deadly toxic waste dump as far as Superman is
concerned. He would come to rescue you, only to succumb to the radiation
emanating from your skin. A drop of your sweat, your saliva, your blood,
could kill him." Luthor produced a hypodermic syringe. He filled it with
the pink fluid. Lois struggled with all her might but could not even
move against the tight bindings that restrained her. One of the goons in
trenchcoats took a switchblade out of his pocket and cut a slit in
Lois's sleeve. "Now, this won't hurt a bit," Luthor said as he injected
the liquid into her vein.

"There." Luthor bent close to Lois's face and ran a caressing finger
down her cheek. "Such a pretty face. What a shame that you have to die."
She spat right in his eye. Luthor calmly straightened himself, and wiped
his face with a handkerchief. "You seem to like movie cliches, Lois. So
do I. That's why I have my men wear trenchcoats. They just don't make
movies like they used to. Here's another cliche for you to enjoy." He
snapped his fingers, and one of the henchmen pulled a lever. Suddenly a
loud hum began, and the sound of heavy machinery. The metal walls on
Lois's right and left began slowly closing in. "Oh, dear, I'm pressed
for time." he chuckled a little at his pun and continued, "I have to go
to the studio and threaten the world with nuclear nightmares. It was
nice knowing you, Lois." With that he stepped out, followed by his
henchmen. The heavy metal door closed with a click, and the wheel spun
as it locked.

Lois was afraid. She struggled against the piano wire more than ever.
She screamed for help. Seconds passed, which seemed like hours. The
walls kept closing in. Then she noticed that a plume of smoke was coming
from the door lock, as if someone were using a heat ray to unlock it. A
man burst though the door. He wore blue tights and a red cape. A
stylized "S" in a shield emblazoned his chest. It was Superman.

"Superman! Don't come near me! Get help!" But it was too late. Superman
rushed to untie Lois, and he collapsed to his knees.
"Kr...kryptonite..." he muttered before passing out on the floor in
front of her. Lois shed hot tears. Under the effects of kryptonite, even
Superman couldn't survive being crushed by these metal walls. She wept
for the loss to the world, even more than for her own life. 

The walls were now only about ten feet apart. A righteous anger rose in
Lois, and with it, a strange new feeling. Her entire body felt as if it
were being filled with power. The piano wire felt tighter around her as
she noticed her chest expanding. She could feel her arm muscles growing
inside her sleeves. The stockings on her thighs stretched as defined
muscles began growing. She grunted out a mighty effort and finally
snapped the piano wires that were holding her arms. She broke off the
ones restraining her legs and stood up. The walls were now only an arm's
length away. Instinctively Lois put out her hands to try to keep the
walls apart. A new surge of power coursed through her body. She felt
stronger than ever. The walls groaned and strained as the heavy duty
machinery were no match for Lois's strength. She was surprised to see
that she could see through the wall if she looked at it a certain way.
She saw the gears stripping and the engines fuming as they struggled to
keep working. Finally the apparatus broke with a loud clank and the
walls ceased to move. They were saved.

Superman lay there unconscious, overcome by the kryptonite in Lois's
body. Lois ripped off her jacket, which had become too small and started
to rip at the seams. Her silk camisole and peach-colored skirt hugged
her muscular body tightly. She picked up the awakening Superman. She was
amazed that he felt no heavier than a doll. He woke up. "L-Lois? What
happened?"  Lois looked into his eyes. "I've got to take you somewhere
safe. Luthor injected me with kryptonite in order to kill you, but he
didn't think that it would give me superpowers like yours. I have to get
you out of here and... and keep you away from me." Superman replied
weakly. "Take me to Clark's house. He'll take care of me until I feel
better."

Lois carried Superman out of the room. She kicked the metal door down
with one blow of her mighty muscular leg, and stepped out. trenchcoated
men stood there, astonished at the sight of a brawny Lois Lane carrying
Superman. "Shoot them!" one ordered. Lois screamed in alarm as they
started firing their Uzis. Instinctively, she protected Superman with
her massive body. Bullets bounced off of her. They didn't even sting.
Only her clothes got damaged. Realizing this, all but one of the
trenchcoated men ran away in fear. Lois put Superman down on the ground
and went over to the last remaining goon. He kept firing at her as she
advanced, bullets ricocheting everywhere. Lois finally stood in front of
him, relieved him of his useless weapon, and bent and crushed it with
her bare hands. The man trembled with fear. Lois picked him up by the
scuff of the neck and held him aloft. "Now you're going to show us the
way out of here like a good boy, won't you?" Lois said in a sweet voice.

The man was too scared to refuse. He led them to an elevator and told
them that they were in an undersea station some twenty miles to the east
of Metropolis. He said that they could find a speedboat or a helicopter
they could use once they were at the surface.

Lois took Superman into the elevator. When they emerged, they saw that
they were on a platform surrounded by water. All the helicopters and
boats seemed to be gone. "Oh, great. Now what are we going to do?"

Superman slowly opened his eyes. "Fly..." He was getting weaker and
weaker from exposure to Lois's body. "But Superman, there aren't any
choppers here." Superman struggled to reply. "No. Fly like I do. Just
think about taking off. Leave me here... I'll recover soon enough..."
Lois thought that it would be too risky to leave him in his weakened
state. It might take some time for him to recover his powers, and in the
meantime Luthor's henchmen could find him and finish him off. She
concentrated hard on flying, and she felt herself taking off in the air.
Carrying Superman, she flew in the direction she believed to be west
until she saw the skyline of Metropolis bristling with skyscrapers. She
flew straight to Clark's apartment. The door was unlocked, as if he had
left in a hurry, and he was nowhere to be found. Typical.

In actual fact, when the walls began closing in on Lois, Clark was in
his apartment. He had been out all night as Superman, patrolling the
city. This is why Lois couldn't reach him. That morning, he sensed that
Lois was in danger so he quickly got into costume again and followed his
uncanny intuition to find her twenty miles out at sea in Luthor's base.
Now he said to her that Clark probably just stepped out, and should
return shortly. It would be best for her to leave him now. She agreed.
She was sad that she could no longer be close to Superman, because she
loved him very much. But at the same time she was excited by her new
powers. She couldn't wait to show off her magnificent new body to Clark. 

Lois flew home, because she didn't want to parade around Metropolis in
her tattered clothes. "Damn," she thought, "I really liked that
peach-colored outfit, too." Once she was in her apartment she took off
her clothes and admired her new muscularity in the mirror. She
repeatedly flexed her biceps, and was thrilled to see hard mounds of
flesh bulging all over her arms. She was proud of her new abs of steel.
She extended her legs, and enjoyed the teardrop-shaped muscle just above
her knee. She loved the flaring shape of her thighs and her big, hard,
diamond calves. "Wait 'til Clark gets a load of these! He'll blow his
wad in his pants!" She felt her hard buttocks and firm breasts, and
began to feel very horny. 

She decided to phone Clark to find out how Superman was doing. He
finally answered the phone. "Clark! Where were you? I was trying to
reach you last night."

"Uh... I was sleeping soundly as always..."

"Clark, you won't believe what's happened to me!"

"Yes, Superman told me how you were transformed by the pink kryptonite.
He says for you not to worry, that we can probably find an antidote."
This annoyed Lois somewhat. She was sorry that she could no longer see
Superman, but she didn't want to give up this power for the whole world.
"How is Superman?" she said, changing the subject. "Much better. He
seems to be getting his strength back." Clark replied. "Can I talk to
him?" Lois asked. "Uh, sure. Hold on a second." Clark put the phone
down, and Superman's voice came on the line. It suddenly struck Lois how
similar it was to Clark's. She had never spoken to him on the phone
before. Superman isn't exactly listed in the white pages, you know. She
often thought that he should carry a cell phone for emergencies,
however. "Superman, how are you feeling?" "Good, but still recovering.
Lois... I want to thank you for saving my life." Lois blushed. "Oh, it
was nothing that you haven't done for me a dozen times." Then Superman
said, "I'd like to see  you sometime when we find a cure for the pink
kryptonite. In the meantime, take care of yourself. Here's Clark."
Clark's almost identical voice came on. "All right, Lois, see you at
work. Goodbye." They hung up.

It bothered Lois that they were talking of "curing" her from this
condition. She wasn't sick. As a matter of fact, she had never felt
better in her whole life. She felt powerful, invincible. She looked at
her body again in the mirror. Like most young women, she used to think
that female bodybuilders were disgusting. But all that changed when she
was a cub reporter for the Daily Planet, assigned to cover the Ms.
Olympia contest being held at Jefferson Square Garden in Metropolis. She
went into the pump-up room to interview some of the competitors, and was
struck by the sight of two dozen women doing different exercises in
order to pump up their muscles before going on stage. They didn't look
like freaks. They looked healthy and strong. In her interviews, she saw
that the women were not narcissistic muscleheads, but rather articulate
and candid. She asked them why they took up bodybuilding. For some it
was a natural outlet for their competitive energies, for others it was a
desire to become stronger. Cory Everson even let Lois feel her biceps.
It was at that moment that Lois began to fantasize about becoming more
muscular.

Lois has worked out for years, and she had a pretty good body. But she
didn't have the metabolism or the genetics to develop muscle, so she
merely trained to get fit. Now that her dreams had come true, they were
talking about an antidote. Feeling depressed, she turned on the TV and
went to the freezer for a pint of Haagen-Dasz. "People of America!" the
TV blared. "If my demands are not met, one of your major cities will be
destroyed!" Luthor had commandeered the airwaves, and it was Luthor's
voice, but instead of his face, the screen showed the face of... Fidel
Castro. It couldn't be Commandante Castro, Lois thought. She interviewed
him last year and his English is nowhere near that good. The phone rang.
It was Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet. "Lois! Come down to the
office! I want you and Clark to cover the Cuban threat!"

Lois looked through her closet for clothes to wear. Everything was too
tight for her muscular new body. She ended up putting on a stretchable
sports bra, an oversized jacket she had never worn, and a pleated skirt
that just covered her wide hips and large butt. The items didn't quite
match, but with that body anything she wore would look good.

When she arrived at the Daily Planet, the entire place was a pandemonium
of activity. Some reporters were banging away at word processors, others
were on the phone, scribbling notes, while still others were watching
CNN and C-span on the TV screens to gauge the world's reaction. When
Lois walked in, the din in the newsroom lessened as all eyes stared at
her new muscularity. Lois went to her desk, and passed by Clark. She
really wanted to show off her new body, so she draped her jacket on the
back of her chair. A collective gasp rose from the room as Lois
uncovered her massive arms and shoulders, but Clark looked sick. "Hi
Lois. Gotta go" he said and ran off to the men's room. Lois was miffed.
She was used to Clark running off suddenly, as if he were responding to
some distant cry for help, but she wanted to flex for him to see if it
turned him on. A horrible thought crossed her mind: maybe he doesn't
like muscular girls. "Oh, just as well," she reasoned, pushing the
thought out of her mind, "might as well get to work."

The Cuban government vehemently denied any involvement with a nuclear
blackmail scheme. In fact, they said, the President of the United States
appeared on Cuban television threatening to destroy Havana if his
demands weren't met. It turned out that in all the world's TV screens,
the country's traditional enemy was the one who conveyed Luthor's
threat. In China, it was the President of Taiwan. In Taiwan, it was the
President of China. In Canada, it was the leader of the Quebec
separatists. In Kuwait and Iran, it was Sadaam Hussein. In Israel, it
was President Arafat. In Britain, it was the leader of the IRA. All over
the world, governments were instructed to deposit billions of dollars
into a secret bank account in the Cayman Islands, or else face nuclear
annihilation.

Luthor thought he was being clever by disguising his likeness
electronically as someone different in every country, Lois thought, but
it was insane. It brought many flash points around the world to the
brink of war. Already skirmishes were reported along the Korean border,
while there was evidence of troop movements all over the Middle East.
The Chinese fired missiles as warning shots to Taiwan, some landing
within sight of Taipei. The Canadian parliament debated the War Measures
Act to justify a mass arrest of known separatists. Israel sent more
troops to the West Bank, while the British reinforced their garrisons in
Northern Ireland. The Russians and Americans put their nuclear forces on
alert, and some Republican leaders in Congress were calling for bombing
Cuba "back into the stone age."

Lois's article in the Daily Planet, where she published the details of
the plot, let the world know who was responsible. Despite the fact that
this was a huge scoop, she decided to publish it under a ghost by-line
so that Luthor would still think she was dead. It soon became apparent
to all world leaders that this nuclear threat was not the work of
traditional political enemies but rather a shakedown being orchestrated
by a madman with vast resources. The bank in the Cayman Islands to which
the account was traced even accepted to compromise its confidentiality
agreements to reveal the name of its holder. An emergency meeting of the
United Nations' Security Council was held, and a resolution was
unanimously approved to suspend all armed conflicts immediately; another
resolution: to refuse to negotiate with Lex Luthor or any other
terrorists behind the nuclear threat.

Then the unthinkable happened. All contact was suddenly lost with
Haiti's capital, Port-au-Prince. Reports from the countryside of a huge
mushroom cloud over the city confirmed the world's worst fears.
Emergency aid was immediately dispatched from the international
community. The scene on the ground was devastating. The whole city was
incinerated, the living being scarcely better off than the dead.

Luthor took to the airwaves again, this time wearing a ninja mask. He
said that Port-au-Prince served as an ideal demonstration of his
earnestness, since Haiti was too poor to give him billions of dollars.
He assured governments that any country making a billion-dollar deposit
into his secret account would be spared the fate of the Haitians.
Convinced of the madman's seriousness, dozens of countries began making
preparations for the transfer of funds.

Lois's desk phone rang. A familiar voice said, "Lois?..." and she said,
"Clark! Where are you?" "Uh...No. This is Superman. I'm in
Port-au-Prince, working to help the survivors. We were too late to save
the city, but we can save millions of people if we act now. You'll have
to help me with this. Listen to this..." Lois listened hard, at first
she heard nothing, then something like the popping of popcorn became
noticeable. Superman came back on the line. "Did you hear it? Only you
and I, with our super-hearing, can detect it. It's the half-life decay
signature of the isotope Strontium-90, which Luthor is using as a
detonator in his nuclear devices. Before the explosion, I was in
Shanghai looking for the bomb Luthor planted there. I figured it was a
likely target, since it's the largest city in the world. I listened for
nuclear decay frequencies, and found a little black briefcase in an
abandoned warehouse. We have to fly around the world, listening for that
sound. When we find the briefcases, let's bring them to Earth orbit. I
know it's like looking for a needle in a haystack..."

"You take Europe, Asia and Oceania," Lois said, "I'll take the Americas
and Africa."

Lois left her desk and flew over the city of Metropolis. The people of
the city were used to seeing Superman overhead, but some thought that
this time he looked somewhat... feminine, if still muscular.

Lois listened attentively. The hustle and bustle of the city created a
constant din. "This is impossible," she thought, "How am I going to hear
atoms decaying over this racket?" But she thought it was the only way to
prevent another disaster like what happened in Haiti. She concentrated,
filtering out any noise other than the crepitating sound that Superman
had played for her on the phone. Somehow the entire city became silent,
except for the distinctive popping sound coming from Metropolis' tallest
building, the Imperial State Building. She swooped down and found the
device in the Lost and Found office, of all places. The attendant there
was shocked to see a muscular woman in sports bra and pleated skirt
whisk into the back room to retrieve a briefcase. "This is mine," Lois
explained "I'll fill out the forms later." She flew upwards until the
blue sky turned to black space, and flung the briefcase to drift in
space at high speed away from Earth. She was astonished that she didn't
seem to be affected by the extreme temperatures or the lack of oxygen.

She repeated the process with every major city along the Eastern
seaboard. After a while, she was so in tune with the Strontium-90
frequency that it was just a matter of seconds before she discovered the
device, retrieved it, and blasted it into space. She found them in
vacant apartments, busy offices, hotel rooms, department store shelves,
kitchen cabinets, meat lockers, all sorts of hiding places. One was
hidden inside a men's restroom, and Lois hesitated an instant before
going in. Finally she knocked on the door, excused herself to the
occupants and got the briefcase.

Sometimes she had to use her immense strength in order to get at the
bomb. One was hidden in a bank vault, and it was after banking hours, so
she couldn't get the clerks to open it up. She set off several alarms by
crashing through there, breaking the vault's door handle with her bare
hands, arm muscles bulging as she did so. In another city, the nuclear
device was hidden under the pedestal of a statue in a central city park.
Joggers, dog-owners, lovers, drug-dealers, muggers and rapists alike
were astonished to see a muscular woman lift up a huge bronze statue,
pedestal and all, over her head with one hand as she picked up a
briefcase with the other.

After some time, Lois had cleared all of North and Central America and
most of South America of the nuclear threat. Superman contacted her
telepathically (a new power she was just discovering) to let her know
that he had done all the major cities of Europe and most of Asia. He
congratulated Lois on her good work, and deep in Lois's heart she was
thrilled to be recognized as an equal and an ally to the most powerful
man on Earth.

However, in his secret space station in Earth orbit, Lex Luthor was not
thrilled. He was annoyed when his attempt to destroy the city of
Montreal, to punish the Canadian government's intransigence, resulted in
a nuclear explosion in deep space. He was deeply disturbed when he heard
reports of a man in blue tights streaking across Europe confiscating
little black briefcases. He was even more disturbed to hear of a
super-powerful woman doing the same thing in the Western Hemisphere. He
reviewed the security tape of the bank where he had hidden one of his
bombs. As a major depositor to that institution, the bank's officials
had no qualms in giving him a copy. Here was a broad-shouldered
dark-haired woman, back muscles rippling as she broke into the vault
using no tools but her bare hands. She had her back to the camera, so
Luthor did not yet recognize her face. Then she zipped out of the vault
with the briefcase so quickly that only a blur could be seen when
viewing the tape at normal speed. At freeze frame rate, however, he
could see her face quite clearly as she exited the vault. It was Lois
Lane.

Fearing reprisals, his operatives at the secret naval base near
Metropolis had not told him that his plan to kill Superman and Lois Lane
had failed. "So, Lois. I thought I would get rid of Superman by
injecting you with pink kryptonite," he said to himself. "It looks like
instead I created a second super being to foil my plan." Luthor decided
to step up his nuclear terrorism. By studying the pattern of sightings,
He realized that Superman was working his way through Asia, while Lois
was making her way down South America. Africa and Australia were yet
untouched. "Australia... How about New Zealand?" He decided to detonate
the bomb hidden in Wellington. 

As soon as Luthor pushed the button, Lois's ears started buzzing. She
had been concentrating so much on the Strontium-90 pattern that any
deviation in the sound jarred inside her. She had just liberated
Santiago, Chile, from the nuclear threat, when she decided to fly over
the Pacific Ocean to investigate the source of the disturbance. 

Superman was in India when he heard the same noise. He raced to the
scene as well, only to encounter Lois, full of kryptonite, carrying the
briefcase out to the empty ocean. A tremendous, terrifying blast
occurred seconds later. "Lois!" Superman screamed telepathically. His
own heart beat was the only reply.

Enraged, Superman continued his work. Luthor detonated the bomb he hid
inside the Egyptian Pyramids, but Superman saved them in time. Luthor
tried to outrun Superman by destroying both Lagos, Nigeria and Bangkok,
Thailand simultaneously. Superman raced to Lagos, which was closer, and
saved the city by throwing the device far into the Atlantic seconds
before explosion. He raced to South-east Asia, only to discover Bangkok
was intact and the bomb exploded harmlessly into the Pacific. "Lois? Are
you there?" Superman called hopefully. Silent seconds passed.

"Yes, Superman, I'm here. Sorry I didn't answer earlier. Nuclear bombs
going off in your hands can deafen you temporarily."

Superman was overjoyed. Lois also can withstand atomic blasts. Now he
knew that Luthor was all but defeated. 

But he wasn't finished yet. Luthor detonated all his remaining bombs, in
Johannesburg, in Ho Chi Minh City, in Perth, Adelaide, Sydney, Brisbane
and Singapore. 

Lois and Superman coordinated their efforts telepathically. Lois grabbed
the briefcases in Vietnam, Singapore, and Western Australia. Superman
took care of the three other Australian cities. The one who would finish
first would race to South Africa. Lois threw her three bombs into the
Indian ocean as she was flew to Mandela's capital. Superman ached to
help her, and follow her, but since she was still full of kryptonite he
didn't dare get close. 

The bomb in Johannesburg was hidden in a restaurant. No one, of course,
noticed the bag that some mysterious stranger in a raincoat and hat had
left there some two weeks earlier. It just sat under the counter,
waiting for its owner to claim it. Suddenly in a flash in burst a
beautiful muscular woman, grabbing the briefcase and flying up into the
stratosphere. Although it was daytime, they saw a bright flash like
fireworks in the sky. Not many understood what had just happened. Not
many realized then that their lives had been saved. But they certainly
will keep talking about it for many breakfasts to come.

As luck would have it, that last briefcase exploded too close to
Luthor's space station. He had to scramble to his escape pod, leaving
his crew to die a horrible death in a crippled spacecraft.He touched
down in the arctic ocean, and was picked up by one of his own
icebreakers. He spat abuse upon Superman and Lois Lane, and vowed
revenge.

Superman and Lois Lane were hailed by the international community. Their
efforts were rewarded by the Nobel Peace Prize, which they had to claim
separately since Lois's body was still toxic to the Man of Steel. The
President of the United States awarded each of them with the
Presidential Medal of Freedom, the nation's highest civilian honor. At
the reception after Lois's ceremony, she declined the second highest
honor, which was to sleep with the President.

Lois never saw Clark Kent again. He accepted a position with a
prestigious British newspaper. They talked on the phone sometimes. Lois
flew to London to see him, but whenever she was around he would be away
on assignment or something.

No matter. Lois's sex life took off. She became a darling of the jet
set. Lois never went in for the secret identity bit. She enjoyed being
known as herself, and never let anyone call her "Superwoman", or, worse
yet, "Supergirl". She did like the sound of "SuperLois", however. She
took on many lovers, sometimes several in one night. Men couldn't get
enough of this muscular dynamo, and she needed several orgasms before
being satisfied. She was featured in magazines worldwide. Her sex life
was gossiped about, her dieting secrets revealed, her spectacular body
displayed in full-page spreads and centrefolds. 

She even discovered the pleasures of telepathic sex. Even though she and
Superman could no longer be physically together, they enjoyed a
passionate relationship at a distance. If it hadn't been for Lois's
transformation, perhaps they would never have become so close.

SuperLois had many further adventures, which cannot be detailed here.

The End.