[Lingster]

Lois’ Time to Fly

by Mighty Lingster

Hey folks. Here’s a story I wrote in June, 1996, and posted on alt.amazon-women.admirers. I’d completely forgotten about it.

This is for grown-ups and people who like amazon transformation stories

only. Go away if you’re not both.

LOIS’ TIME TO FLY

(With apologies to DC Comics)

Mighty Lingster

"Hi, honey!" Superman said as he landed on the roof of the Daily Planet

Building, bending down to kiss his fiance, Lois Lane.

"How was your day?" she asked, rising up on tip-toes to return his

show

of affection.

"Same old same old," he smirked, "train wreck in Chile, Ebola

breakout

in Zaire, gay pride parade in San Francisco. You know how it is."

"What happened at the gay pride parade?" she asked.

"Oh, the Toyman manufactured these ‘Mr. Slim’ dildos that were

actually…

do you really want to hear about this? It’s pretty messy."

She scrunched up her nose, "No, I guess not. There weren’t any

rodents

involved, were there?"

"Thank Rao, no. Explosive whoopie-cushions filled with cow-dung, if

you

really want to know. The most embarrassing part of the whole episode

was

when some lesbian bodybuilders started asking me why I wear my underwear

on

the OUTSIDE of my tights," he said, grinning sheepishly.

"What did you say?"

"I just flew off."

"Smart," she admitted. "Hey, what’s that you’ve got?"

"Oh, this?" he asked, displaying a small luminescent cube. "It fell

into the D.C. Universe during our recent crossover with Marvel. It’s

called the ‘Cosmic Cube’, and it’s raised all sorts of heck for Marvel

superheroes. It gives its holder godlike abilities to alter reality.

Just for laughs we gave it a shot – to see if it works here. We tried

to

make Robin’s genitals bigger than Batman’s – just like in the movie.

Ha!

It works, but because of stronger continuity rules here at D.C., it’s

much

more limited in its power and range."

"Still," he snickered, "you should have seen the look on Batman’s

face!

(Especially after Blue Beetle made Batman’s nipples so big that they

showed through his costume!!)"

"Can I see it?" she asked.

"Sure, but be careful," he said as he handed her the Cosmic Cube.

Instantly, she could feel the power of the Cube surge through her

body,

"Wow!!"

"Weird, huh?"

"You bet!" she said, "So if I wanted to, I could make you an

earthling

and take away your strength and powers?"

ZAAAP!!!!

"Hey!" he said, as his posture suddenly became less erect, and his

voice’s pitch slightly higher, "My powers are gone! Lois!"

"And I could make myself a full-powered Kryptonian?" she asked,

grinning.

ZAAAP!!!!

"I feel GREAT! I’m so aware of everything around me! And I feel

so…

STRONG!" she exclaimed, her voice booming with power and energy.

"Lois, give me the Cube back," Superman insisted.

"Not just yet, Clarkie. I’m going to have some fun for a while. And

don’t try to take it away from me, or I’ll twist you into a pretzel."

After considering the possibilities for a few moments, she said, "You

know, ever since high school, I’ve never really been satisfied with my

body.

I think I’d like to have larger breasts!"

ZAAAP!!!!

Superman watched amazed as the front of his fiance’s dress began to

spread apart between the buttons on her chest. "Lois…this is….WOW."

"You like, honey?" she asked, displaying her newly enlarged breasts

for

his examination.

"Uh, (gulp) yes. Very much," Superman admitted, blushing.

"VERY much?, she laughed, "Looks like I removed your Kryptonian power

to

control erections, too! Is that a lump of Kryptonite in your pocket or

are

you just happy to see me? Babe, that was only one cup size. I went

from a

‘C’ to a ‘D’. Watch THIS."

ZAAAP!!!!

Even with his super-hearing gone, the last son of Krypton could hear

the

stretching and breaking of threads as Lois’ breasts swelled further, far

beyond the range of normal female mammary development. The last surge

of

growth propelled the the third button from the top forward about a dozen

feet, over the edge of the roof.

"Great Scott, Lois!" Superman choked, "You’re as big as some of

those

porn stars now!"

"Yes," she agreed, "but these are all natural, and (gasp) so

sensitive –

feeling them strain against my clothing feels sooooo GOOOD!"

Suddenly, Lois inhaled a tremendous quantity of air, sending buttons

exploding off her chest at near escape velocity as her jutting breasts

burst outward.

Superman couldn’t help but stare at Lois’ mostly naked,

volleyball-sized

breasts. The remnants of her dress and underwire bra bunched outward

from

her generous shelf of invulnerable boob flesh. "I must be around a

‘K-cup’

now," she said to herself while judiciously examining her swollen

sweater

puppies.

"Earth’s gravity doesn’t put much drag on these babies, huh?" she

asked

rhetorically, her bountiful orbs of hypertrophied lactating tissues

bobbling up and down, back and forth, as though in freefall. Massaging

her

chest, she said, "I love my new breasts!" Adding as she arched her

back

and stuck out her colossal boobs, "I’ve always fantasized about being

fabulously well-developed, though, so why stop now?"

ZAAAP!!!!

In violent, punctuated bursts of growth, Lois’s breasts busted out of

the remaining fabric constraining them, finally tearing through the

distended remains of her now completely irrelevant WonderBra.

"My cup size must be something in the second half of the alphabet now,

something you have to get custom made by a tent company, don’t you

think,

Clark?"

"Gah…WOW," Superman drooled.

The former Man of Steel watched as his future bride twirled around,

levitating 3 feet above the roof, her tight, neat cable-knit dress

scarcely

concealing her slender-yet-curvaceous figure, and revealing an enormous

eruption of breast tissue no matter what direction she faced.

"Look at my breasts! God! You don’t think they’re TOO big, do you?

They must weigh about 15 pounds apiece, but with my new strength, that’s

not a problem!" she smiled.

"Your breasts are…magnificent," Superman agreed, reaching out

towards

her with both hands.

"Not yet!" she said, slapping his hands back. "Now that I’m the one

who

can bench-press ocean liners, I’ll be calling the shots. And I don’t

want

you casting sidelong glances at Wonder Woman anymore. Don’t think I

haven’t noticed. Besides, she’s flat-chested compared to me, now. And

just

wait until I’m finished with my makeover."

"There’s more?!" he asked, staring at her beachball-sized breasts.

"Oh, yes. Plenty more. I mean, I’m now the strongest person on

Earth,

but except for my breasts, I’m still a skinny little bag of bones, just

under five and a half feet tall. Even though I’m super-strong, I LOOK

scrawny and weak. What’s the point of being strong if you don’t look

strong? I figure if I’m going to be a super-amazon, I ought to look the

part."

ZAAAP!!!!

Superman noticed the hem of Lois’ dress begin inching up a second

before

he realized the gaps in the cable-knitting were spreading. He watched

as

his girlfriend grew taller and more muscular before his eyes, her

already

enormous breasts growing still more, keeping the same proportion

relative

to the steadily increasing size of her body, even as the shoulders above

them grew broader and thicker. "My GOD, I thought I felt strong before,

but look at my muscles grow! I’m really getting built – like I’ve spent

years in a gym!" Already Lois had the appearance and bearing of a

female

bodybuilder, and she continued to grow, gaining nearly a pound of solid

muscle every second!

Lois’ neck grew thicker as cable-like trapezius muscles blossomed

seemingly from nowhere. Her thighs and calves bulged outwards as the

stitching along the sides of her dress loudly protested. Her stomach

muscles thickened and grew to such a degree that he could see them

bulging

individually through her clothes. Even as her body gained mass and

definition, expanding in all directions, Lois grew taller and taller,

until

she stood nearly six feet in height. Once the expansion had stoppped,

Lois

suddenly realized the extent of her growth and raised both arms, flexing

her

powerful, thick biceps.

Superman gasped as he realized that throbbing, powerful bicep muscles

had grown from Lois’ formerly rail-thin, fleshless arms. Her once-puny

arm muscles bulged tremendously against the wool of her dress, "Lois,"

he

said, "you look incredible! Your muscles are huge, they look so

strong!"

"So that’s what you like about Wonder Woman! Tits and biceps, huh?

That skinny little thing’s got nothing on me anymore – she’ll never be

as

strong and well-developed as I am now, and I’m not quite finished."

Looking down on her firm, jutting breasts, protruding from her

tremendous

pectoral muscles like watermelon halves, Lois said, "Well, actually,

I’ve

got about as much tit-flesh as I can stand (if it weren’t for X-Ray

vision,

I wouldn’t be able to see my feet!), but my arms couldn’t be more than

12-inches around, wouldn’t you say? Compared to these," she said

facetiously as she handled her breasts, "my arms and shoulders almost

seem

puny! I wouldn’t mind having enormously muscular arms, in fact I think

I’d

love it!"

ZAAAP!!!!

Lois once again resumed her double-bicep pose, and Superman felt his

breath

catch as he watched her arms begin to swell, when, after adding only

about

an inch in diameter, they suddenly stopped growing.

"You know what? Let’s put that off for a bit," she said, "I want to

try

something else first."

She smiled coyly and pressed the Cosmic Cube down into the deep

crevice

of her cleavage, and then stepped closer to the weakened Man of Steel.

She

stopped a foot away from him, her breasts pressing firmly into his

stomach.

"My, you’re STILL about 4 inches taller than me!? What should I do

about

that? Should I get bigger or should you get smaller?"

"Lois….", he began.

"Oh, I was only teasing, silly," she grinned, "I’m going to get

bigger,

of course."

As he began to step away, Lois reached out with blinding speed,

pulling

him into her bosom. "She used to feel so weak and frail in my arms," he

thought, acutely aware that the situation was now reversed.

"You’re about 6’3", right? Well It’s time for me to grow some more.

Height first."

ZAAAP!!!!

As Lois began to grow taller, Superman could feel her large, and once

again enlarging, bosom sliding upward against his torso. Looking down

into her eyes even as they rose closer and closer to his own, he was

astounded to see how tall she was becoming. At the moment when he was

looking eye to eye with her, he felt her nipples press into his own.

Involuntarily glancing down at her truly mammoth endowments, he gasped

upon looking up, finding himself staring at her nose. Her growth

continued

for some time, coming to a stop just as Superman’s chin began to become

buried in her cleavage.

"I think I’m tall enough, for now," she said as she bent down and

kissed

him on the forehead, "You little cutie."

She flexed her large, vascular, bulging right bicep, but nonetheless

made a disappointed sound. "My arms and shoulders still look so small

compared to my breasts, my biceps couldn’t be more than 16 inches around

now. Let’s see…"

ZAAAP!!!!

Even though he had seen this show before, Superman became

light-headed

watching Lois’ arms grow. She repeatedly straightened and bent her

arms,

as though curling two invisible dumbells. They must’ve been some

dumbells,

because each time her biceps flexed, they grew larger. An orange became

a

baseball, then a grapefruit, larger and larger. The artifical fibers in

her dress had held out far longer than wool alone could have, but just

as

her arms became truly massive, a sudden explosion of growth caused the

sleeves and shoulders of her dress to burst apart, its remants flopping

down over her powerful thighs and muscular glutes. Lois was now

completely

nude from the waist up, and Superman was staggered by the sheer drama of

her size. Big Barda seemed a flat-chested, scrawny schoolgirl by

comparison, and Wonder Woman couldn’t even begin to compare.

Still Lois pumped her arms, and her upper body musculature swelled

ever

larger. Superman realized with some dismay, looking at Lois’ football-

sized biceps, that she was now much more muscular than even he. All the

while, Lois chanted, "Bigger, stronger, bigger stronger."

ZAAAP!!!!

ZAAAP!!!!

ZAAAP!!!!

ZAAAP!!!!

Finally it stopped.

Lois Lane stood seven feet tall on the roof of the Daily Planet

Building, the strongest creature ever to take a breath of the Earth’s

atmosphere (and such an impressive set of lungs!). Her watermelon sized

breasts were complemented by her 30" arms and bowling-ball sized

deltoids.

Though Superman had visited other planets, and watched stars erupt into

novas, the sight before him was the most beautiful and impressive he had

ever witnessed.

ZAAAP!!!!

And Superman realized he was dressed as Clark Kent.

ZAAAP!!!!

And the tattered remains of Lois’ dress expanded into a copy of

Superman’s costume, except for the irregular pentagon-shaped hole over

her

chest, which would have normally displayed the stylized Superman "S",

but

now, lacking any fabric, displayed something MUCH more impressive and

eye-catching. Also missing were the red shorts of Superman’s costume.

"Okay, Clark, I’m giving you your powers back…."

ZAAAP!!!!

"…but I want dinner cooked when I get home in a few hours. I’m

probably about three times as strong as you now, so don’t try my

patience,"

she said.

"Oh-Okay, b-but, but, where are you going? Oh, and, and you forgot

the

red trunks," he said.

"I’m going to San Francisco to teach those muscle-dykes not to pick

on

MY man, and as for the red trunks, I’m never wearing underwear again,

inside OR out!"

As she flew away to the west, Superman used his restored X-Ray and

telescopic vision powers to see what was in the freezer at his

apartment.

[Cowprobe]

A sweet story.

Superman isn’t so much emasculated as given a LOT more to handle.

It’ll be amazing to see how exactly Lois expects to maintain a secret identity. There would be vast changes between point A and point K one would imagine. Plenty of an excuse for changes of all sorts.

Maybe you could sic the ever confused Frog Prince with his personal existence/copyright altering powers on the cosmic clevage of Over-Lois. 8)

Not to mention the Darksied tittyF 😳

[Rob Smith]

You may have forgotten about, but I never have :-). I’ve always liked that story.

And I realize that you have moved on to other things and understand that, but I wish you were still into writing. You wrote some awesome stories back in the day. Amazon Artifact is a classic and one of the all-time best. Mighty Morphin’ Amazon Cheerleaders was also great.

Even if you’re not into writing new stuff, how about posting all your old stories here, so that there’s finally a definitive location for all of them?

[Mark Newman]

I’ve always liked this story. The innocent, trusting Superman hands naively turns over absolute power to Lois. Or was he naive or just unwilling to act on his suspicions. Was he afraid of her reaction if he had said no? Didn’t he know she secretly envied him his powers? His absolute superiority?

"Aw, Superman, what’s the matter? Don’t you trust me?"

"It’s not that, Lois. It’s just … well, it’s an awful lot of power to give ANYONE."

"Really, Superman. If you can’t trust me, who CAN you trust?"

Who indeed!

I mean, would any WOMAN not suspect her man of having an ulterior motive to look at the cube?

"Lois, may I have it? Just to see how it feels?"

"Are you kidding Superman? You think I’d fall for THAT one? When I give you the TV remote, do I EVER get it back? Or the computer mouse? I let you play with those little toys, but not with this baby."

And then there’s the ZAAP, ZAAP, ZAAP. The repeated charger of bigger, sexier, stronger, bustier, taller, beefier, BOOM, BOOM BOOM!

Love it, Ling.

Mark

[Anonymous]

Yep, this is one of my favourites too! Thanks for sharing it again, Lingster!

[Anonymous]

I can honestly say that I’ve never forgotten that one either & it remains one of my all time favs too… Thanks for bringing back the fine memory…

A search on my hard drive shows quite a few matches for Lingster:

Buffalo,the amazin morphin cheerleaders (a fun story to read!), the frog prince story (two versions), Larger (third times the charm – the oldest mighty lingster I have: 1995), a few monkey’s paw variations, and will’s power… Another one I remember enjoying… I had no idea that I was such a pack-rat! I have got to clean house one of these days!

[Rob Smith]

Larger? I don’t recall that one at all? What was it about? Or better yet, how about posting it? 🙂

[Lingster]

I’ve actually adapted an open source content management system as a story archive, but I crashed it last week and haven’t been able to restore it. I know what I have to do – just no time. Once I have that going, this message board and the story archive will be under one interface, and one sign-in.

[Mark Newman]

I think "Larger" is the "Iggerbay Iggersay" story.

Mark

[Lee Waara]

Far be it for me to correct the preeminent writer in this genre, but I think the title that you, Mark, were trying to help with is actually "Iggerbay, Exiersay."

RT

PS X=The percentage of completion on the latest addition to "Pendant Changes". Mark, what is the value of X? 😯

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