Catwoman Gets Frisky
By Elder Barry - Erctwo@aol.com
Oops, someone shrunk the Superheroes


CATWOMAN GETS FRISKY:

(Oops, someone shrunk the Superheroes)

Lois Lane the Daily Planet's Pulitzer Price Award winning reporter would soon
be heading to California to cover a Homeland Security symposium scheduled to
begin at noon the next day. She and Superman were relaxing at a secluded
lakeside mountain clearing outside Metropolis enjoying the unseasonably warm
weather savoring a late afternoon meal while sharing a vintage bottle of
French Pinot Noir Corte d'or Burgundy and a companion Italian Pinot Gris dry
white wine.

Basking in the sun Lois was enjoying a light repast consisting mostly of
fruits and veggies and cheeses with Italian Focaccia bread while Superman was
treating himself to a monstrous sour-dough Submarine sandwich slathered with a
black olive Kalamata tapenade spread, with Italian Salami, mortadella,
prosciutto, and an assortment of deli cheeses including Havarti and Provolone
complete with all the fixings and sides; an enormous tub of macaroni salad, a
hearty five-inch dill pickle, and jalapeno infused potato chips.

Without preamble a burst of multi-colored vibrating lights erupted from
behind. The couple spun around just in time to see a drone like object rising
from a clump of bushes. Superman readied himself and protectively moved
between Lois and the drone. It briefly hovered in place twenty yards away from
the couple, several feet above the ground. It was emitting a single yellow
colored laser beam from the object's one headlight, a beam that bathed the
couple in the glistening pulsating soft glow of a golden ray of light
seemingly taunting the couple and with that the drone abruptly sped away.

Not wanting to leave Lois alone Superman elected to not chase after the
suspicious soaring object. A decision he would soon come to regret. Instead,
he used his X-Ray vision to perform a cursory cat scan inspection of his
wife's entire body immediately determining that the love of his life had not
been deleteriously affected by the beam. He of course was impervious to
whatever the ray may have been designed to do.

They both shrugged off and dismissed the event as just another one of the many
weird often unexplained occurrences that pervaded their lives in Metropolis.
In the coming days Superman would reflect back on this incident and regret not
investigating further. Together man and wife finished their respective meals
and headed for home. Littering was never an option so he disposed of the
leavings by using his heat vision to incinerate the leftovers and the debris.

That night he and she engaged in an evening of passionate love making, twice
to be exact and then again in the morning. Superman, who was strutting about
the condo like a preening peacock was still aglow from his night of
self-indulgence and unbridled passion.

He grinned appreciatively as he watched Lois admiring her own body in the
full-length bedroom mirror. Wearing only a hot-pink G-string his generously
endowed wife was flexing and squeezing her golf ball sized biceps when she saw
Superman looking at her.

"My workouts seem to be paying dividends." She flexed some more again. "I'm
getting pretty damn big, right?"

"Very big ... Very impressive and very sexy." He adjusted his protruding
package. "Keep up the good work dear."

"Tee-hee-hee, tee-hee-hee, hee-hee." Her girlish laughter and muscular ass
excited Superman. "Maybe I should work-out twice daily." She teased.

Eschewing the commercial flight his wife had booked days earlier Superman took
Lois into his powerful arms and flew above the clouds at hyper-speed to
Southern California which allowed sufficient time for another passionate
dalliance, this time while soaring over the Golden State; the very definition
of a ... flying fuck.

For the past several weeks Catwoman had been planning a daring heist of an
extremely popular but obscenely expensive jewelry boutique. She had expertly
disabled the sophisticated alarm systems and surreptitiously entered the shop
on little cat-paws unseen and without leaving a trace. Selina was grinning
from ear to ear much like Luis Carrol's ubiquitous Cheshire cat.

This Cat was surveying the numerous display cases and the jewels housed
within, salivating like a one-eyed ravenous alley cat peeking into a tropical
fish emporium when she was unexpectedly interrupted by Batman. The aging
tight-assed self-appointed citizen crime-fighter had been making a habit of
interfering with her chosen line of work ... theft.

He was vindictively messing with his former lover much like a smitten school
boy tugging on her pigtails but in this case, he was interfering with the
Cat's livelihood and costing her money.

"Selina, I'm afraid I must arrest you." Batman moved closer to her.

"Oh, hi Bats." She hissed at him. "You best be afraid."

The notorious cat burglar was feeling extra frisky that night so she didn't
pussyfoot around with her very first lover; the man who had taken her
virginity. She hissed at him twice more before lashing out with a skillful,
well-practiced, perfectly placed powerful spinning back kick to his esophagus
taking his breath away.

The muscular conduit that connects the throat and the stomach immediately
betrayed the Batman leaving him breathless, gasping and wheezing for air. Her
powerful flying taekwondo kick to his chest sent the distraught winded panting
aging crime fighter literally flying across the show-room floor before
crashing into one of the larger display cases.

As a plethora of precious multi-colored gems cascaded down onto the man's
prone body Selina pounced on him with catlike quickness. The ferocious
formidable fighting feline femme fatale landed on Batman's chest with her
hands and knees, taking his breath away ... some more, again.

Executing a classic schoolyard pin Catwoman dropped her pert muscular
peach-shaped buttocks on his heaving chest. With her knees pressing down hard
on his biceps she controlled his arms ironically rendering the Bat as helpless
as ... what else ... wait for it ... a little kitten.

Selina mischievously tore off Bruce's cowl partially exposing his face. With
one deft maneuver she unclasped his utility belt and tossed it and his many
crime fighting gadgets across the room rendering him virtually helpless
against her youth, her superior strength, and her well-honed fighting skills.

As an aside the statuesque Selina Kyle suggestively and not so subtly reminded
her first lover how often a younger she had performed, much to his delight,
that particular maneuver in his bedroom.

Catwoman bared her faux claws and playfully scratched the struggling man on
the right cheek drawing a trickle of purplish blood. Selina seductively leaned
forward presumably getting ready to kiss her former boy-friend, but instead
she grabbed his head with both hands and sensually flicked out her tongue and
licked his face clean.

She forcibly pulled Batman up onto his feet and licentiously rubbed her
pur-fect body against the Dark Knight's hip and leg and groin before
displaying her amazing strength. The five-foot-eight-inch, 140-pound
well-muscled Selina Kyle easily hoisted the slightly punchy but still muscle
laden six-foot-two-inch 225-pound Batman off the ground executing several
standard military presses raising the struggling delusional faux superhero
high over her head several more times like the human dumbbell he had so often
proven himself to be.

"Bruce." As was her want Catwoman purred sexily. "I've warned you before to
not get in my way."

Rather than slamming the helpless quasi-superhero down to the ground she
unceremoniously dropped the big lug at her feet allowing him a brief moment to
re-cover his face protecting his secret identity from the security cameras.

Catwoman thought back to the last time Batman had attempted to intervene in
one of her capers. She had just stolen a currier's briefcase containing a
number of flawless diamonds belonging to a mob boss. The Dark Knight had
surprised Selina in a Gotham City back alley by macing her in the face.

Initially the notorious cat-burglar emitted a caterwauling screech as she
rubbed her burning eyes. However, when Batman grabbed at her wrists attempting
to handcuff her, she quickly regained her bearings and easily turned the
tables on him. She pulled her muscular arms free and swiftly moved behind him.
Slipping her strong right arm under his jutting chin she locked her left arm
in place. She held him in an unbreakable rear-naked choke-hold until he lost
consciousness.

Selina didn't really want to hurt him to badly but she needed to dissuade the
man from ever again intervening in another one of her capers. So, she did the
only thing she could. The Cat pulled him to his feet and beat the livin' shit
out of the helpless pseudo want-to-be-superhero, pummeling his head and body,
breaking his nose, blackening his eyes, cuffing his ears with both hands until
they were black and blue and bleeding ... His ears not her hands.

In addition, she delivered numerous right and left-handed hooks to his body in
the process cracking a couple of his ribs while bruising his kidney. The
disabled crime-fighter pissed blood for a week. He had cringed in pain each
time he moved or coughed or laughed. Fortunately for the Bat it would be weeks
before he had reason to laugh again.

"Holy CAT-astrophe Batman." Selina giggled as she perfectly mimicked a catch
phrase from the 1960's campy Batman primetime TV show. Why not? Afterall, in
addition to being a cat-burglar Selina was an accomplished copycat. With the
palm of her calloused palms she playfully cuffed Batman around his head while
mouthing aloud the appropriate cartoonish noises.

"Pow ... Thwack ... Zwap ... Kapow ..."

"Bruce ... Oh, Bruce ... Dear Bruce ... What am I to do with you?" Just for
fun she meowed and purred at him.

Selina placed her knee-high black-leather left-boot in the middle of his chest
and flexed her well-toned 14 1/2" biceps. As always Catwoman found herself
admiring the mesmerizing prominent protruding cephalic blue worm-like vein
that ran up the side of her arm to her bicep continuing up to her shoulder
pulsing through her sinewy muscular arms; a fitting testament to her two-hour
twice daily strenuous workout sessions.

"Hey Bruce, look at these babies." She proudly flexed her biceps. "They're
even bigger than the last time I kicked your ass."

She was effortlessly controlling Batman's movements with her booted foot while
contemplating how badly she would hurt the Dark Knight this time. Before
Batman could respond to her verbal barbs and her heel pressing down hard on
his heaving chest, Catwoman's ears perked straight up. She was hearing sounds,
sounds she didn't like, sounds of heavy breathing and concealed whispers.

"Not this time Selina." Batman whistled. "This time I didn't come alone."

Responding to his whistle seemingly every police officer in Gotham City raced
into the store all pointing their weapons at Catwoman who was still standing
triumphantly over Batman. The red beams from the laser pointers dotted her
spectacular body, making her look very much like an unimmunized child with a
severe case of the measles.

Superman was becoming a little worried as he intently watched Lois's
spectacular metamorphosis via skype. Wearing only high-heels and a lime-green
G-string she was showing Superman her new physique. She pranced around her
hotel room flexing and posing, posing and flexing, showing off her muscular
body, a body sporting washboard abs, bigger than usual D-cup breasts and what
looked to him to be 14" rock-hard biceps.

"It must have something to do with that Laser Beam." Superman appreciated what
he was seeing. However, he was concerned and upset with himself for not
investigating the drone further.

"I'll be right there, honey."

"NO! Stay home." She was adamant. "There's nothing you can do here. Besides I
like how I look now and how good it makes me feel." She smiled while flexing
her new muscles. "We'll deal with this later when I get home but for now let
me enjoy this."

She de-skyped and went to bed leaving Superman alone with his pulsating
manhood.

Superman, still dreaming of the return of his wife dutifully ventured forth
into the night on one of his regular nightly patrols. He was flying over
Metropolis, the city he had vowed to serve and protect, when he heard his name
being evoked in what sounded like a distress call coming from an exclusive
high-rise high-security condominium complex located in an upscale affluent
neighborhood. Superman immediately decided he needed to investigate.

The criminals and scofflaws and rapscallions of the city were painfully aware
of Superman's nightly patrols and as a result his sojourns were usually
uneventful which gave the vigilant crime-fighter ample time to reflect on the
direction of his life.

Needless to say, the Kryptonian born superhero was extremely grateful for his
superpowers and his extraordinary physical gifts, gifts that allowed him to
protect the citizens of earth, his adopted home planet. He had assumed the
mantle of Guardian of the Planet with a particular affinity for the citizens
of Metropolis; the city where he worked and lived in the guise of Clark Kent a
mild-mannered reporter for the Daily Planet.

More importantly he was extremely happy with his home life. Until his
relationship with Lois Lane blossomed, Superman had remained romantically
uninvolved and for the most part celibate, for the most part.

Kryptonian law forbade premarital sex as well as masturbation. In his heart
Superman was now and would always consider himself to be Kryptonian and those
holy laws were still very important to him but clearly impossible for a virile
young man to abide by 100% of the time. Superman was doing the best he could
straying fewer times than one would expect but it was getting much harder. (No
pun intended ... okay, that's a lie ... the pun was intended)

A Kryptonian male was expected to control his libido. However, Superman felt
as if he were experiencing something akin to the Vulcan mating ritual known as
pon farr; which was a need to mate or risk death. However, everyone knows how
overly dramatic and kinky and duplicitous the Vulcan males can be. Throughout
the ages Vulcan males had somehow managed to convince their otherwise logical
wives and their significant others that pon farr was an actual medical
condition and that an occasional sexual dalliance was a medical necessity.

Superman was in a quandary. He knew he could easily seduce and charm most
earthly females and immediately assuage his overpowering feelings of lust.
Unfortunately, he wasn't permitted the luxury of adultery. It seemed to him
that virtually anything and everything that might be fun or exciting was
strictly prohibited under Kryptonian law.

However, the Man of Steel kept reminding himself he was no longer a citizen of
Krypton and he did have options. Had he been an active Facebook member, which
he was not, his status would have been complicated.

He loved his wife and their relationship and his recently improved sex life
was more than just satisfactory. However, sadly for him, until the last couple
of nights of passionate love making the intense fervor he craved had been
lacking from their coupling.

The unrestrained wantonness and the fiery frenzied passion he hungered for was
missing, absent from his life and from their relationship. He was attempting
to convince himself that he should simply await her return. However, right now
he wasn't in a position to wait. He actually considered flying to California
for a quickie. a man with a hard-on can convince himself of almost anything.

Superman needed to stop watching erotic Syfy films and rom-com movies and the
Life Time Channel. The Man of Steel definitely needed to stop reading the
fictional stories about female domination on websites such as ... Diana the
Valkyrie and Deviant Art and Her Biceps ...

He enjoyed reading stories featuring strong Amazon like women and even young
self-serving muscle girls who dominated their male counterparts with their
fighting skills, massive mega-muscles, and their phenomenal prodigious power
and strength.

He particularly enjoyed reading fictional stories that featured Superman
himself being punished, pummeled and humiliated by, subservient to, and
subjugated under a fierce female femme fatales' domination, stories that
seemed to be ubiquitous on the popular Amazonian Fem-Dom sites. Inexplicably
the Man of Steel was being sexually stimulated by the very thought of being
confronted by a domineering female.

He had even penned and submitted a Superman story of his own entitled 'Down
Goes Soupy' under the pseudonym Fem-Whipped. A sexually explicit fictional
story in which he was totally humiliated, overpowered, sexually abused, and
ultimately vanquished by a golden-haired Goddess like female who after beating
Superman to within an inch of his life tossed his broken beaten bashed bruised
bleeding body away as if it were nothing more than a used-up blood-soaked
tappoon.

The Man of Steel was torn away from his lascivious thoughts. Apparently,
something untoward was going down or had already gone down or was about to go
down in this normally quite crime free part of the city.

"Superman ... Oh My God ... Help me ... Please, Superman." His super
Kryptonian hearing kicked in the moment he heard his name being invoked.
"Please, help me." The woman's voice which was husky and guttural and a bit
raspy and very sexy conveyed distress. Uncharacteristically but perfectly
under-standable Superman was feeling sexually obsessed that night. He was
experiencing a powerful stirring in his loins, a stirring that while
considerably short of pon farr dominated his mind engendering irresistible
sexual desires that didn't include Lois.

The most desirable man on the planet, at least in his mind, was becoming a
want-to-be Lothario of sorts. Until recently the Man of Steel had always been
able to control his sexual urges but now his hormones were all too often
getting the better of him surging out of control. Superman had yet to cheat on
his wife, with the operable word being ... yet.

He confidently descended onto the spacious balcony serving one of the
luxurious penthouse apartments. Before entering, he cautiously looked inside
the double glass doors. He never wanted to be accused of being a Peeping Tom
but sometimes Superman really needed to peek into a woman's apartment just to
see what was going on.

What was going on here, was the presence of a near comatose naked
golden-haired female lying face down at the foot of a wall-mounted 64" flat
screen television set. The sight of her twitching well-toned, well-tanned,
well-developed, overly-muscled naked feminine body only served to further
stimulate Superman's already heightened libido. His eyes were inexorably drawn
to the bluish worm like veins throbbing in her muscular shoulders and arms.

She appeared to be very strong which further triggered his one sexual fetish;
being ravished and brutally raped by a beautiful overpowering dominate female.
He and Lois had role-played that particular scenario a number of times and
right now this Kryptonian super-cock was rock hard, pulsating, and ready to
explode.

His blood boiled and his loins were instantly on fire fulminating with intense
desire. His 15" unusually thick rigid penis was already straining against his
tights sensing even before he did that tonight was gonna be a good good night.

As Superman was gawking at the incredible body of the naked female before him,
he was ensnared by her overwhelming irresistible allure. He was imagining
being alone with this fantasy woman, longing to touch her, wanting to massage
her muscular body, anticipating the joy of fondling her breasts and squeezing
her rock-hard biceps.

The woman still lying on the plush carpet of the condo appeared to be sobbing.
Superman immediately rushed to her side. When she sensed someone approaching,
she managed to sit-up, offering a quick smile of recognition. Superman was a
self-assured man, as well he should be. A fifteen-inch penis and Superpowers
will do that to a guy.

The last Son of Krypton presented his six-foot-four-inch, 240-pound muscular
physique to her. He fully understood how blessed his life was; he was tall,
well built, and possessed an uncommonly hansom face, strong chin, with
unwavering blue eyes, and of course the very prominent bulge in his shorts.

The beautiful bosomy bicep-blessed blonde wiped the tears from her eyes with
the back of her hand before tentatively reaching out to the Man of Steel. He
unconsciously fixated his gaze on her impressive biceps.

"Miss, are you alright?" Superman readily returned her dazzling smile hoping
to charm the lovely damsel in distress. He graciously took her trembling hand
into his, caressing her tenderly with both of his hands ready to help the
pretty lady up onto her feet all the while fantasizing about where this chance
encounter might lead. He was hoping the gorgeous female would be as amenable
as he to the coupling of two perfect bodies.

He was quickly reminded of one of his recurring erotic dreams, a particular
dream that brought him in close contact with a hugely muscled green-haired
female space alien who completely dominated him both physically and sexually.
She would force him into repeated perverted sexual acts over and over and over
again. She delighted in using him as a super powered dildo until she was
completely sated while rendering him unable to protect himself, feeling puny,
and completely helpless, unable to move.

At that point the outrageously proportioned female alien life-form would begin
to tenaciously and persistently hammer his distressed body with both hands,
her knees, and elbows inexplicably causing him to experience actual pain. Each
night Superman would eventually pass out for a number of hours before
ultimately awakening from his nightmare drenched in his own flop sweat, his
own warm urine, and soaked in his own icky sticky Kryptonian ejaculate.

The moment he and the seemingly distressed blonde female touched hands
Superman immediately began to feel out of sorts; light-headed, woozy, and
nauseous. Naturally his immediate thoughts turned to Kryptonite but this
feeling of weakness was completely new to him and entirely different from that
of Kryptonite poisoning; could it be nothing more than simple passion.

Superman soon realized he was inexplicably drawn to and overwhelmed by the
female's sexuality. Rather than he being the one taking charge, helping the
naked lady up onto her feet, it was she who was taking the initiative.

Surprisingly the muscular blonde was the one holding Superman up ... keeping
him from falling ... firmly pressing her power-packed heat-radiating
spectacular naked body against his ... hugging him tightly to her bosom ...
his heart was beating in unison with hers ... she was seducing him ... had
seduced him ... she was wantonly rubbing her inviting lady parts all over him
... Superman didn't know it yet but her embrace was the only thing preventing
him from collapsing in a heap.

The Man of Steel's entire body was tingling with anticipation. She was only
three to four inches shorter than he with an outlandishly proportioned
musculature body. She was the very embodiment of his dream girl. She
arrogantly flexed displaying her bigger-than-big biceps. His fantasy fetish
ever since the onset of puberty was coming to fruition and the overly
stimulated Kryptonian found himself unable to resist the fabulous female's
sexual magnetism.

Her biceps were not only considerably larger than his had ever been but also
more defined, deeply cut, and ripped, bordering on mythical proportions. The
woman was more than just shredded, her body appeared to have been chiseled
from the hardest of all earthly materials, diamonds. Her more than generous
double-D breasts defied gravity and her impossibly erect nipples and saucer
sized pinkish areolas seemed to be beckoning to him. Had this female possessed
green-hair Superman would have already shat himself.

The bodacious blonde brazenly wrapped her powerful arms around Superman's
torso and hugged him affectionately rubbing her huge fully aroused fun bags
against his chest causing the normally stoic Kryptonian to sport the world's
most impressive chubby.

"Doesn't that feel nice Superman." Superman remained silent but he had no
cause to disagree. "I'm considerably larger than Lois ... right?"

Somehow, the woman looked even bigger now. He gazed longingly at her
generously sized boobs and adorably cute super-model face complete with the
requisite high-cheek bones and pouty lips with a seductively dimpled smile; a
smile displaying extreme confidence and whiter than white perfectly straight
teeth. She exuded an aura of unworldly raw sexual dominance as her body
released powerful stimulating pheromones, stimulants that permeated the room,
stimulants that deeply affected and overwhelmed the already amorous Superman.

The big busty blonde was a walking talking wet dream. Had he not been so
enamored with her irresistible aura and seductive allure he may have been
suspicious of her sexual dominance. Her blatant overtures were consuming him,
his every thought was of her. He couldn't resist the compelling temptation
that was the very embodiment of she.

His ever expanding enormous unusually thick 15" Kryptonian penis grew
considerably thicker and harder than ever before which had seemingly drained
copious amounts of blood from his brain, explaining his dizziness.

All rational thought had taken a quick vacation to fantasy island and now it
was she and only she consuming his every thought. The faltering fully engorged
Man of Steel could only focus his mind on her; she was tantamount to sexual
kryptonite and he was god smacked, incapable of clearing his mind from his
all-consuming covetousness. He was incapable of purging his lustful thoughts.
Superman found himself unconsciously fondling his own genitals.

energy level had plummeted and ennui engulfed his entire body. He was
enthralled by the woman. What could he do? Apparently, the woman had the power
of thrall over him. The Man of Steel felt helpless, bereft of free will. An
inner voice cried out to him warning the still fully engorged superhero he had
best be careful for what he wished.

All too often Superman's peace-of-mind was disrupted as his erotic dreams
manifested into nightmares, nightmares foretelling the arrival of an army of
amazonesque space aliens led by an all-powerful outrageously overly muscled
female. Another Goddess-like warrior arrived determined to pillage the
planet's natural resources for use on her home planet.

The alien deity planned for her people to dominate the relatively puny
citizenry of earth and in the process, she intended to completely ravish and
destroy the legendary 'superman' who supposedly protected this otherwise
insignificant defenseless little planet.

On their first encounter the eight-foot-tall alien female in one swift motion
pinned Superman's arms to his sides, laughed at his feebleness, and head
butted him breaking his nose. He couldn't understand why but he was powerless
to free himself from her powerful bear hug. Even worse for the Man of Steel,
once the arrogant alien female realized he was powerless against her, she
deliberately released her hold and proceeded to systematically brake and
pulverize every bone in his body, leaving him helpless and unable to move.

Each night Superman would awaken with severe agita, drenched in his own sweat,
trembling with uncharacteristic fear vowing to stop his late evening spicy
snacks of tacos and burritos and jalapeno peppers; snacks Lois blamed for his
restless nightmares.

"Hello Superman." The big blonde spoke softly, and soothingly, almost
sheepishly. "Would you prefer it if I were to call you Kal-El, or maybe you
would like it better if I were to call you Clark or Kent or Clark Kent?" She
laughed a tentative but evil no longer soothing laugh.

"That's right! I've been doing my due diligence. This isn't a chance meeting.
No, I have been planning this for quite a while." She laughed some more again.
"I know everything about you sweetie, even your bizarre, freaky, abhorrent
sexual proclivities."

"My name is Betty Jean and judging by the impressive bulge in your tights you
like me; you really really like me."

She brushed the back of her hand across his groin lingering for a brief moment
secretly admiring his ultra-hard Kryptonain tool. She continued to proudly
flex her impressively deeply cut extraordinarily peaked biceps each displaying
numerous protruding striations a clear tribute to her rigorous workout regimen
or her superior genetics or both.

The big blonde proudly and arrogantly confronted the man of steel by flaunting
her stunningly peaked biceps.

"Do you want to touch these babies?" She teased, pointing to her biceps. "Come
on Sparky, touch them squeeze them, kiss them, adore them." She treated him to
an extraordinary double-bicep pose. "You know you want to. "

"Yes." Superman surprised himself when he whispered under his breath. "Yes, oh
my God, yes, I do, please."

It wasn't generally known but Superman had a thing for women with huge
muscles, particularly perfectly proportioned peaked biceps. The Man of Steel
had never experienced this level of desire before and he liked it. He was more
than just consumed with her, he frantically lusted after her and his manhood
was nearly ready to explode.

Superman massaged the female's massive right bicep with both of his trembling
hands. He steadfastly resisted the overwhelming urge to kiss the impressively
peaked throbbing muscle, until he couldn't resist any longer. He hungrily
positioned his lips on her upper arm and impetuously kissed, licked, and
sucked on the worm like veins feeding her pulsating peaked bicep.

Betty Jean's confidence was soaring. Watching the strongest man in the world
acting like a hopelessly infatuated fan boy thrilled her. He was in awe of her
physicality and he traced the shape of her biceps with his index finger. He
even squeezed a little bit, amazed at how hard and unyielding her muscles
were. Using both of his still trembling hands he encompassed her hugely peaked
pulsating bicep.

"Impressive, very impressive." Superman was indeed impressed, envious to a
fault and bordering on speechless. Impressive was all he could think to say,
so he repeated himself over and over again. "Impressive ..."

"Big and hard, huh?" When she flexed her pecs her breasts noticeably expanded
beyond comprehension and his eyes rolled back in his head. "Superman, do you
want to touch the twins? I so want you to tweak my nipples."

Before he could decide for himself, she decided for him. When she forced her
right hand under his tights he didn't resist. When she massaged his
rock-hard-cock he was helpless resist. When she began pumping his penis like a
jackhammer he didn't want to resist.

"Damn Superman, your dick is harder than Chinese arithmetic." She laughed at
her own joke while continuing with her manipulations.

He had been expecting the hugely muscled woman to be forceful and rough
instead it was her velvet touch that had immediately aroused Superman even
further. Kal-El remained suspended on the verge of sweet release until his
entire body began to experience violent unrestrained spasms as his super-sized
schlong savagely shook shuddering spastically spewing strong seamen streams.
The Man of Steel was so excited he blew his wad within seconds as he violently
exploded with a seemingly never-ending, ultra-satisfying, powerful, wet
orgasm; one of Superman's best most gratifying releases ever.

"Thanks, quick-draw." She looked at her watch less wrist pretending to check
the time. "Are you late for a meeting or something?"

She mocked his premature ejaculation and held her hand in front of Superman's
eyes displaying globs of his surprisingly sweet sticky schlong schmutz
shocking him when she licked her hand clean, while sucking on her long strong
fingers.

However, she wasn't finished with him yet and surprisingly neither was he. She
returned to kneading his fully erect erupting erection, again savoring every
drop of his creamy sperm. She repeated the process for a third time amazed by
the amount of ejaculate Superman had produced in such a short amount of time.

While Betty was still residing in her shared prison cell, she overheard Sue
telling Catwoman that ingesting a subject's DNA would accelerate the
absorption process by somehow establishing an enhanced personal connection.
So, Betty relished every last drop knowing that Superman's pure unadulterated
DNA could exponentially enhance her burgeoning physique and her power.

"I accept this as a serious complement." His penis was still spurting some
seeping sticky stuff. She spotted small spots spreading across his groin but
said nothing more; content with licking her lips and flashing her dazzling
smile of triumph.

"Most folks refer to me as B.J. but you shan't.' Her confidence was such that
she felt superior to the Man of Steal. "I insist you call me Bulging Betty."
She laughed that same evil laugh of contempt making it clear to Superman she
wasn't joking. The enormity of her growing hubris hadn't escaped him.

"Okay then, if you insist." The completely sexually satisfied sated Superman
simply nodded and replied smugly. "Bulging Betty it is, babe." Still feeling
disoriented and a bit embarrassed by his three quick ejaculations Superman
responded to her quasi-threat by being flippant.

"Thanks so much for coming to my rescue, thrice." She emphasized the word
'coming' as she smirked and whispered under her breath. "You poor clueless
bastard."

"Huh? What?" Superman hadn't heard her last comments but when he gazed into
her expressive blue-green eyes, eyes that were not only sparkling with joy but
were actually exhibiting pure unadulterated triumph he noticed that the big
blonde hadn't blinked, not even once. It was at that point the Man of Steel,
living up to his name, realized that even after three ejaculations he was
again harder than the preverbal a rock.

B.J. was feeling unimaginable power coursing through her veins feeding the
embryotic stages of her exquisite body's spectacular muscular metamorphous.
The big beautiful blonde babe continued to distract Superman returning to
affectionately massaging his massive love muscle. However, now Bulging Betty
was beginning to pump and squeeze his cock so vigorously the startled stunned
superhero surprisingly shrieked several serious shrill screams simultaneously
with the onset of pain and ecstasy as his coming orgasm lingered interminably
on the edge of completion until he finally came for the fourth time, again in
a matter of a few seconds and again a grinning Bulging Betty devoured his
semen much like a starving kitten with a bowl of milk or better yet cream.

Betty Jean had always been the ultimate workout fanatic; 24/7 wasn't much of
an exaggeration for her. The beautiful bicep-blessed blonde was obsessed with
sculpting her body achieving the biggest, strongest, best, most perfect body
on the planet was her goal.

Over the course of the last several weeks Betty Jean had finally achieved her
ultra-muscular body and now having been imbued with Superman's DNA she was
incrementally absorbing and assimilating his Kryptonian superpowers. An
ecstatic and excited Bulging Betty now knew with metaphysical certitude she
was destined to become the strongest, mightiest, most powerful beings on the
planet, if not the universe, of that she no longer had any doubt.

The sensation of actual pain was new to Superman reminding him of his dreams.
Inexplicably this young woman who had treated him to four fantastic orgasms
was demonstrating inexplicable dominating power and strength. She forcibly
manipulated his thumb forcing it as far back as it would go and then some
more.

Superman was beyond confused the woman was inexplicably Introducing him to
real pain by twisting his thumb as she simultaneously attempted to crush his
hand while at the same treating him to multiple orgasms of immense pleasure.
She was hurting him, hurting him a lot, hurting him for real. Apparently, his
heretofore impervious Kryptonian defense mechanisms had somehow been
compromised by this mysterious woman.

Superman's multiple never before equaled orgasms had assuaged what should have
been major concerns for the Man of Steel, warnings that needed to be taken
seriously and somehow addressed warnings he blissfully ignored anticipating
more equally blissful orgasms.

Trying to mitigate the unexplained pain he was experiencing Superman attempted
to free his arm by twisting away from her, demanding she release her grip.

"Woman." He demanded. "Release your grip." He demanded some more.

Instead the bicep-blessed beauty chuckled and increased the pressure. He
reluctantly retaliated and grabbed her under the chin. With his one free hand
the strongest man on earth easily throat-lifted the big blonde more than a
foot off the ground. He held her in the air shaking her around like a rag doll
choking her seemingly without the desired effect

Her smirking unmistakable look of triumph never waned even as a frustrated
Superman violently slammed her body against a wall several times. He leveled
punch after punch deep into her collapsing midsection before he eventually
dropped the wounded wheezing woman who was gasping for air onto the floor.
Despite her obvious discomfort she seemed to be amused. Among other things the
woman appeared to be enjoying the pain, clearly displaying masochistic
tendencies.

"Is that all you got? Through it all the still grinning busty blonde behemoth
managed to genuinely guffaw girlish giggles grunting gnarly guttural gulping
gasps for air. He stomped down hard on her wrist but Inexplicably Bulging
Betty never acknowledged the pain nor relinquished her vice-like grip on his
hand. She was seemingly oblivious to the pain. Using her still budding yet to
be fully realized super powers she joyfully continued to relentlessly squeeze
Superman's hand continuing the absorption process through touch.

"Are you finished with your macho crap." Another arrogant look of absolute
triumph flashed across the smiling face of his fully naked female protagonist.
"Superman, you can't fight it; it's your destiny." She offered up another
condescending laugh, a haughty laugh. A laugh that worried and annoyed
Superman almost as much as his own pain, almost.

"Come on Superman." She delighted in emasculating the Man of Steel. "You know
you like this." Days earlier she had hacked into his computer. She had
searched his history, found, and read his story about female domination; she
vowed to use it against him. "I know how much you yearn to be dominated by a
powerful woman." She offered a confident all-knowing smile. "So, lighten up
and enjoy this and what is to come."

Superman was shocked because when he returned to punching her in the pit of
her stomach, he quickly discovered that this time he hadn't hurt her, not even
a little bit. He knew he had to rachet it up a bit. He finally decided that he
needed to be more forceful and destroy this arrogant bitch. He unleashed a
veritable thunderbolt of a right hand to her solar plexus all but sentencing
the woman to her certain death. He had never even come close to hitting anyone
or anything that hard before. The prodigious blow would have stopped and most
assuredly killed a full-grown charging rhinoceros.

However, Bulging Betty had tightened and flexed her now super abdominal
muscles and stood her ground apparently unfazed. She didn't so much as blink
or let out a woof or display any discomfort whatsoever. Inexplicably the
formidable female femme-fatale hadn't bent over gasping for air as Superman
had expected. Instead, the arrogant now seemingly invincible mega-woman just
stood there looking bored while effecting that pouty snarl that young girls
are so good at; that arrogant look of a self-assured superiority ... 'don't
even think about it, asshole.'

The bemused blonde, knowing that her superpowers were increasing
exponentially, leveled her gaze with his, spread her arms, and offered herself
to him, daring Superman to hit her some more.

Even though Superman had yet to realize that he and she were now the same
height he was nonetheless getting extremely worried. No human had ever been
able to stand up to him before. He hesitated because now he was the one
experiencing pain. His powerful punch had landed solidly enough but had failed
to penetrate her now seemingly impassable thick rock-hard bricks of abdominal
muscles. Superman was amazed and shocked by how dense, thick, and hard her abs
had become. Her impenetrable abdominal muscles appeared to have been forged
from steel by a sculptor or a renaissance era blacksmith. He abs were now
every bit the equal of his own impenetrable Kryptonian body.

"What the hell ... your abs ... They are so much harder than before ... How?"

She presented her unprotected stomach to him revealing chiseled abdominal
muscles that were a wonder to behold and not to be believed. When she
arrogantly invited Superman to touch her stomach, he used the fingers of his
undamaged left hand to trace and caress the rugged robust ridges that defined
her solid impenetrable abdomen. He realized he was envious of her and cringed
at the prospect of having to fight with her some more.

The impact of his fist connecting with her suddenly unreal densely compressed
eight-pack had resulted in numerous broken bones in his righthand including
several of his knuckles, two fingers, a dislocated thumb, as well as a broken
wrist. Nonetheless, he resumed firing a barrage of additional right and left
hooks at her body and her head many of which she skillfully slipped or ducked
or blocked with her powerful arms or simply absorbed with her impenetrable
abs.

"Put Em Up." The amazing awesome agile athletic antagonistic Amazon raised her
hands with her left extended slightly forward. He didn't realize it yet but
the big busty blonde was now as tall if not a tad taller than he. She danced
in place on her toes in a classic boxer's stance.

"Put Em Uuuuup." She was whimsically quoting and mimicking the Cowardly Lion
character from the Wizard of Oz. "I'll fight you with one hand tied behind my
back." Demonstrating she could do it successfully Betty held her right hand
behind her back and fired three quick hard left-handed jabs to his nose all
the while condescendingly chuckling, chortling and cackling. She inspected her
fingers and smiled. "Look Superman, I didn't even break a nail."

Superman could feel the blood flowing from his broken nose, tasting the
sanguine liquid dripping to his mouth and lips frightened him.

"Pathetic." She laughed at his feeble attempts to defend himself. The big
blonde flexed her abdominal muscles some more again and her extraordinary
eight-pack materialized. "Oh Superman ... I thought you would be more of a
challenge for me." She unexpectedly unleashed a short but powerful right-hook
to his face fracturing his jaw following up with a penetrating straight right
hand to his gut dropping him to his knees.

"Come on Woman." He had cringed at the impact with her stomach. "How are doing
this?'" He peaked at his bleeding knuckles. "I'm still Superman."

"Yea, well. You keep thinking that." Her laugh was beyond simply contemptable,
it was more piteous than that. "I seriously doubt you are still a man."

"Kal-el you are exactly like the weak wishy-washy woeful whining wretched
weeny whimpering wimpy wussy wimpish protagonist in your story." She tousled
his hair a bit and gave the Last Son of Krypton a disingenuous sympathetic
look. "Superman, if I had a school-aged sister, she would take your lunch
money."

Superman was in a world of hurt. He was racked with serious pain experiencing
agonizing agony and alarming dizziness. He was beside himself experiencing an
all-encompassing feeling of weakness that was destroying the strongest man in
the world. He realized that compared to this muscular female he resembled an
anorexic anemic panty waste and he knew not what he could do about it.

He couldn't clear his head as he descended into an abyss of darkness falling
back into a veritable vortex of unconsciousness. He could feel soothing air
and a gel like liquid swirling around compromising his mind. His head and body
were being pelted with unseen and unidentifiable flying objects. His movements
were ponderous but he still managed to duck away while deflecting most of the
objects. His mind cleared in time to witness the incomprehensible Bulging
Betty flexing her biceps as the clearly amused muscle-girl flicked sunflower
seeds at his head and body with such force and fury they bounced off leaving
noticeable welts dotting his face and body like freckles.

"Later on, if you're a good boy I promise we can play connect the dots on your
face." She laughed waving her hand dismissively. "I know I have a magic marker
around here somewhere."

"Magic ... that's it isn't it?" Superman was searching for a plausible
explanation. "You're using magic against me."

"No, no, no - no magic. Just muscle and power." As a less than subtle reminder
she performed another double-bicep pose intimating him even further. Betty was
experiencing an unfathomable surge of extraordinary power flowing through her
body. She could actually feel herself growing not just bigger but more
importantly stronger as well. Inflicting pain on the Man of Steel was a dream
come true for her and as it turns out a powerful aphrodisiac as well.

The more she fucked with the failing Superman the hornier she became. She
briefly released his hand and performed another series of impromptu muscle
poses, accentuating her massive biceps and flaunting her miraculous
muscularity and prominent bobbies. Her remarkable body shuddered and quivered
with exhilaration and sexual anticipation.

She was ecstatic, elated, excited, electrified, and exhilarated by the
unmistakable look of absolute fear and terror spreading across Superman's
clearly demoralized and reddening face. Betty giggled girlishly, amazed he
hadn't figured it out yet. With lighting like speed, she grabbed his hand
again and began squeezing some more. Superman had tried to pull away but she
was much too fast and much too strong for him. Superman was frantic,
hysterical really.

Who was this woman? Clearly, she possessed superpowers but from where had they
come? How come he was unable to hurt her? How come she could hurt him? Did she
have superpowers greater than his? How come he felt so puny? How come he had
no answers?

"Look at me and appreciate my splendor." Bulging Betty tightened every muscle
in her massive frame as she joyously flexed and posed and preened in front of
the full-length mirror that dominated her living room. She couldn't believe
how much she had grown, how much she was still growing, how much more she
assumed she would continue to grow. Now she better understood the look of
absolute fear spreading across Superman's ashen colored face which indicated
to her that, even with his diminished brain power, the man fully understood
that she was somehow growing stature and he realized how hopelessly
over-matched he was.

"Going down?" She skillfully kicked his legs out from under him and as soon as
his body hi the ground she wrapped her powerful thighs around his quickly
collapsing torso literally taking his breath away. She shook him around like a
child's teddy bear as he squirmed and kicked his legs in a desperate piteous
attempt to free himself. Betty noticed the growing bulge in his pants and
allowed the wheezing man to temporarily scurry away as she stood triumphantly
over him until she suddenly lifted the 240-pound man over her head and began
to spin him around like a top before she slammed his body to the floor like a
sack of shit

Superman, you need to remove your head from your ass." She flexed again just
for own amusement. "Females can be and often are stronger than males. She was
beginning to realize that the Kryptonian creep was an anachronism, a
Neanderthal who was so steeped in nostalgia he likely still dreamt in black
and white.

"Superman, females are getting bigger and stronger all the time. Not nearly as
big as me of course but still ... Have you been in a gym lately?" She laughed
derisively. "Of course not, why would you ever go to a gym? If you did you
would know that females dominate many of the facilities in the city and are
more than capable of holding their own against most men." She flexed her
biceps once again. "The times they are a changing."

She pulled out her smart-phone, transferred the images of numerous
big-teen-bicep girls onto her 64" flat-screen. She watched as Superman
noticeably winced as he viewed the future generation of brazen muscular women.
Betty couldn't resist slipping in a number of big-dick-she-male videos which
seemed to shock an easily shocked Superman.

"E-gads!" The obviously intimidated Kryptonian superhero diverted his eyes
from the TV back to Betty's muscular pose and whispered under his breath.
"You're unreal."

"Superman, look at me." Now Betty was overflowing with confidence brimming
with self-assurance. She flexed her massive muscles yet again some more. "On
the contrary super-wimp, I can assure you these babies are very real and in
the short time it takes for you to cum I am going to subject you to a very
real beating."

The muscular newly invigorated Kryptonian sensing that his superpowers and
mental acuity had finally returned pumped up his own biceps and lashed out at
the big blonde with lighting fast fists connecting with her head and body
driving her backwards.

He had punched the female hard enough to kill her but inexplicably his punch
had barely fazed her. After the initial shock Bulging Betty easily caught her
balance, stepped forward, and unleashed a barrage of rights and lefts of her
own.

Undaunted by his punches Bulging Betty flexed her entire muscular body and
laughed so hard she nearly pissed herself. When Superman observed the
seemingly unlimited power pulsing through her veins he involuntarily cowered
away from the mysterious female wondering, no fearing, that big Betty was
actually growing in stature.

"I think you are beginning to catch on." She peered down at the diminished
dopey demoralized distraught dufus of a superhero with laughing eyes; eyes
that were expressing an utter disdain for the most powerful man on the planet.

"This girl is large and in charge." She displayed a combination of triumphant
pride in herself and poorly disguised disgust and pity for the trembling
Super-less man cohering in front of her.

Extending only two of her long fingers she pushed Superman down onto his back
as if he were nothing more than a child's inflatable bounce-back toy only the
so-called Man of Steel didn't bounce back up, couldn't bounce back up,
wouldn't bounce back up. Either way he simply remained inert lying flat on his
back helplessly looking up at the beautiful bicep-bulging busty blonde beast
who had assumed a dominate stance straddling a stunned, shaken, shocked
sexually stimulated Superman still sporting a stupendous sizeable stiffy.

Betty Jean noticed the man's prominent pulsating penile perturbance and
gleefully engulfed his enormous erectile erection with her huge right hand.
She vigorously pumped his penis again and again bringing the man to an almost
incomprehensible fifth colossal creamy climax in a matter of seconds. The
gorgeous glorious grinning gawking girl greedily gulped generous gelatinous
globs of his semen currently exiting his penis. She was indulging in yet
another feast consisting of abundant amounts of the super stud's sweet super
semen.

"Down Goes Soupy." She laughed at the shocked look on his face. "Yep, I've
read your femdom story, you horny little creepy fuck." She lightly tapped him
in the balls. "Superman, I'm making you this promise. I will replicate the
ending for you." She grinned at him. "I know you can fly away ... but if you
do, I will pay a little visit to everyone you care for ... CAPEESH ... "

Superman had no doubt the female was capable of carrying out her threat and he
felt extremely violated by this woman who had invaded his privacy. Forgetting
for the moment the sexy lady had forcibly jerked him off, in effect raping him
while she was simultaneously kicking his ass, he was equally embarrassed that
the mysterious mountain of a woman knew his innermost sexual proclivities
fearing what she might reveal to the public.

For the first time Superman was taking an analytical look at the woman who was
causing him to experience pain. He was surprised, no, actually, he was shocked
by the extent of the muscles being flaunted by the naked young women now
looming over him. The Kryptonian understood that muscles in and of themselves
didn't translate into super-powers, he opined to himself that something else
was likely afoot. However, the muscular woman was now effortlessly but
ruthlessly pulverizing the broken bones in his right hand with her vice like
grip.

Searching for a plausible explanation Superman briefly thought of the drone
and the laser beam. He wondered if the beam was somehow responsible in any way
for his weakness and for the appearance of Bulging Betty or for Lois's
muscular transformation ... It was highly unlikely the drone could be related
in any way to Betty. However, he still regretted not pursuing after the drone
if for no other reason but to have eliminated the damn thing as having any
relevance.

Setting that notion aside for the moment Superman was beginning to realize he
was in trouble, serious trouble. He looked at Betty Jean with fearful
trepidation and utter astonishment as he witnessed her entire body,
particularly her biceps, inexplicably growing larger and larger quickly
approaching if not already surpassing 42 to 44 inches of peaked pulsating
power-packed perfection. Her entire big bountiful beautiful bodacious body
throbbed displaying incomprehensible muscle definition. Not only did her
biceps exceed his by a lot, they were actually beyond rational description,
ineffable, while inexplicably still growing.

Superman understood that even though it was an ethereal metaphysical
impossibility almost a paranormal, transcendent unworldly supernatural
manifestation of he knew not what; there was no denying that this mystery
woman was somehow getting incrementally, but noticeably, bigger and stronger
by the minute.

She possessed an unfathomable combination of muscularity coupled with an
irresistible feminine appeal. The strongest man in the world could only gape
at her in open mouthed astonishment gawking at the towering ever expanding
mountain of deeply cut and curvaceous muscularity standing majestically and
menacingly over his diminished weeping self.

"Fuck you you fucking fuck." Unable to stand up to her physically Superman
resorted to lashing out at her verbally, twice. "Fuck you you fucking fuck."
The normally prudish Kryptonian was careless and wantonly spewing verdictives
around like an insult comic at a comedy-roast.

In the past Superman had confronted and defeated many mega-muscled beings but
somehow this protagonist seemed different to him, was different. The
Kryptonian visitor was now convinced the ruthless female who was effortlessly
beating the living-shit out of him was undoubtedly a Goddess or an alien or a
demon or maybe even a witch. Kal-El utilized his super vision to scan Bulging
Betty's massive body and in the process learned that the woman was a 100%
earth born human being without any enhancements.

"Who are you?" He wiped tears from his eyes. "From where do you come? What the
hell do you want from me?" She simply smiled silently smirking.

Each time the smiling clearly superior female exerted additional pressure such
as squeezing his aching hand a little harder her enormous bulging biceps burst
forward in gargantuan splendor literally exploding right under his nose while
taxing her smooth taut skin. Her biceps resembled oversized softballs or small
animals scurrying around her arm attempting to escape the confinement that was
the epidermal casings that were her upper arms.

The pain of the broken bones and torn cartilage and shredded ligaments was
radiating up his forearm to his bicep all the way to his aching right shoulder
was nearly unbearable and far exceeded anything Superman had previously
experienced. Even as the excruciating pain intensified Superman's libido never
waned and incredibly the aptly named man of steel was again fully erect.

The big buff brawny bawdy breathtakingly bodacious bemused busty boundless
bold blonde bicep-blessed beautiful bosomy beaming bad-ass beauteous
booby-blessed busty bombshell brazenly brandished bountiful boundless
bra-busting boob-a-luscious breasts as her fully naked body was wantonly
flaunting her sexy muscle laden fabulous fantastical fascinating formidable
female form and her pleasurable perfectly proportioned prominent
pulchritudinous preposterously powerfully packed physique.

Preening proudly, Betty Jean caressed her generous firm breasts and her
perfectly perfect perky pert pinkish sexy saucer sized areolas. She silently
shuddered as she gently tweaked her impossibly erect nipples. Betty had
perfected the pec bounce and decided now would be the perfect moment to
titillate Superman. After the puritanical perv witnessed her massive breasts
undulating one at a time the man reddened until he was the color of an
embarrassed blushing sunburned American Indian.

The ruthless female had not only aroused herself but she had sexually
stimulated the super-prudish now fully aroused normally prissy puritanical
prudish stodgy stuffed-shirt with her overt sexuality. The melting Man of
Steel was not only intimidated by her awe-inspiring beauty and muscular body,
he was transfixed by the triumphant look in her indecorous deep blue-green
eyes.

Superman was acting like a prissy pansy totally enamored infatuated fan-boy
exhibiting a fascination with, fear of, and admiration for his prodigious
protagonist's physical perfection. He was irrationally imagining himself as
her loyal and constant companion always by her side adoring her and obeying
her every whim and yet he wanted to kick her fucking ass, wished he could kick
her ass, dispirited because he knew he couldn't.

As B.J. rose to her still developing and increasing full height of nearly
six-foot-four-inches she latched onto Superman's fully erect penis and
simultaneously gently engulfed his big balls. Once again, Superman was unable
to resist her advances. She playfully kneaded and massaged and fondled his
testicles and gently stroked him.

"Superman, I want you to make your dick as hard as this bicep." She flexed and
laughed at his incredulous reaction. Betty's velvety touch on his rock-hard
manhood began sending extreme electrically erotic exciting exhilarating
ecstatic shocks throughout his body, melting away any reservations he may have
harbored.

She surprised Superman when she kissed him and cupped his ass cheeks with her
strong hands. Holding him to her chest she began to aggressively lift and
lower him like a piston. His huge penis was rubbing against her remarkable
abominable muscles.

"Cum on me too soon and you will regret it." Moaning with a combination of
lust and fear Superman attempted to pull away from her but she was too strong
and she mischievously held him in place almost forcing him to spurt all over
her

"Please, I can't hold it any longer." He audibly moaned as his body tingled
with feverish anticipation. "I'm about to cum." And cum he did, splattering
his semen all over her spectacular muscled mid-section. "I'm sorry." He moaned
some more as she rubbed her hands up and down his body and slurped as much of
his semen as she could.

"No, Superman. You're not really sorry." She gleefully clapped her hands
together. "But you best believe you soon will be." She looked at the remaining
semen that still saturated her body grabbing him by his hair roughly forcing
his face against her abs. "Lick it all off ... and I mean every fucking
disgusting dripping drop. "NOW!"

Superman gagged at the very thought before spewing copious amounts of chucky
yellowish bile. He readily acquiesced without offering any resistance.
Superman cooperated as best he could and lapped up his own disgusting pile of
puke as well as his own semen.

He audibly gasped when the amazing agile aberrant audacious aroused attractive
amorous athletic angelic appearing Amazonian angel pushed his head down
between her legs so he could experience an intoxicating whiff of the musky
scent of her moist vagina. Superman didn't know for certain what she wanted
him to do but whatever it turned out to be he was pretty sure it would be
hopeless for him to resist.

Betty Jean lovingly rubbed his shoulders as she pushed and smushed his face
deep into the yellow-brownish pile of vomit. At the same time, she kept her
right hand inside his tights massaging his still rigid manhood. He wasn't
entirely sure he was going to like what was about to come next but he had
strong feeling today was the day he was finally going to be ravished and
dominated by a beautiful femme fatale; a female both curiously and obviously
stronger and more powerful than he so he rationalize he may as well try to
enjoy what was to come.

Superman was mystified by her dominance. His fear of her bone crushing power
was overwhelmed by the overwhelming sensations in his overwhelmed pulsating
penis. Whenever he found himself at the precipice of ejaculation the mean
muscle maiden would gently squeeze his penis punitively preventing his sweet
release. He begged and pleaded with her to let him cum. Finally, he demanded
to be allowed to cum.

"Please let me cum." He begged.

"Please permit me to cum." He pleaded with her more obsequiously. "Allow me to
come."

"God Damn it woman ... let me Fucking cum!" He demanded.

"Superman, you need to chill-lax and enjoy the moment because for you it will
never be this good again." She continued to knead his ever-expanding throbbing
fifteen-inch penis. "Why shouldn't two genetically superior beings engage in,
fully enjoy, and appreciate great sex together." She began to laugh.

Superman, you dumb shit." Still craving his sweet release, he relaxed some
when she said. "Relax you needn't answer ... it's a rhetorical question."

When she nonchalantly referred to herself as a genetically superior human
being, Superman finally accepted as fact that this woman, whomever she was,
was much more than just a sexy hugely muscled female. She was much more than a
feisty female with an extraordinary ability to inflict pain on his previously
invulnerable body. He not only feared her, he had finally cone to accept that
she was an actual threat to him, someone who could incapacitate him on a whim,
someone who should she wish could easily kill him.

"I am not talking about mundane bump and grind great sex. I'm talking about
this?" She grabbed the back of his head, pulled him forward, and planted a
long-wet French kiss on his unsuspecting mouth. Before he realized it, she was
sucking on his tongue causing irresistible all-encompassing sensations
stimulating him yet again. My God he thought to himself even her damn mouth
and togue are stronger than mine.

Suddenly the merciless malicious mighty muscular muscle-maiden began to
forcibly squeeze his cock and his aching testicles triggering terrible
traumatic tremors and waves of unspeakable agony causing the defenseless
Kryptonian to discard her tongue from his mouth and cry out in pain.

"Great Caesar's Ghost." He cried out.

In the reality of the moment Superman was finally beginning to realize that
his fanciful fantasy fetish of a feisty formidable female forcibly flogging a
defenseless him might be more than even he could handle. Superman was
irrationally hoping he would awaken from this all too familiar nightmare and
put an end to this nonsense.

"What? Who?" She looked at him funny. "What ... Great who?"

Still squeezing his neck inflicting even more pain. She mercifully released
his cock and balls and within a nano second he blissfully and unashamedly
spewed his spurting sputtering schlong sauce high into the air. She again for
the sixth time greedily devoured every bit of his sweet tasting cream of the
day. She was beginning to hunger for his silky sweet scrumptious semen.
Apparently, her appetite for his creamy cum was insatiable. She laughed as she
recalled a menu item in a Chinese restaurant ... cream of sum hung guy.

She switched her vice like grip onto Superman's left hand controlling the
fully sated man with surprising ease. Her overwhelming strength and her
unbreakable iron grip bewitched, bothered, bewildered, befuddled, baffled,
bemused, and flummoxed the Man of Steel.

"Face it, Superman. Ain't no ghost coming to rescue your sorry miserable ass.
Ain't nobody coming to rescue your sorry ass." She smiled broadly at the
distressed Superhero. "Do you know why?" She comically shrugged her own
shoulders. "It's because nobody can. Not nobody Kal-el ... not nobody can help
you."

"Mr. Kent?" Jubilantly rejoicing in her unquestioned superiority over the
disheveled superhero Betty Jean cupped her huge breasts in her huge hands and
asked. "Have you ever been titty fucked?"

For her own amusement the bemused busty blonde whacked Superman across his
face first with her right breast and then with her left one. She was shocked
by the fast materializing black and blue marks on his cheeks. She realized
then that not only was she growing bigger and stronger it was now abundantly
clear to her that the mighty Kryptonian creep was physically being diminished
in stature.

"Invulnerability my ass." She snickered. "You bruise and bleed the same as
everyone else."

She pierced his cheek with her impossibly erect nipple just to watch his face
spurt blood. She was giggling when she shoved his head between her huge
breasts. Using only her strong powerful prominent pectoral muscles she
squeezed her boobs together smothering him while forcing the Kryptonian prude
to motorboat her.

"Mmm." Without really thinking about it he began to suckle on her swollen left
nipple as if he were a new born.

"Not yet Superbaby, not yet." As if he were an actual hungry baby, she gently
slapped him away as a lactating mom might do.

She wagged her finger in his face and continued to knead his more than
amenable junk until his flaccid penis grew harder than hard. She placed his
cock between her massive breasts and squeezed her tits together pumping his
penis until for the seventh time in the last few minutes Kal-El once again
spewed out ropes and ropes of ejaculate. She sucked his still seeping penis,
licked globs of his sticky sperm off her tits, suckled her own nipples, and
laughed uproariously at Superman who was simultaneously crying and drooling.

Betty Jean continued to laugh as she watched a clearly embarrassed Superman
divert his gaze away from her breasts and her intimidating muscles by staring
directly at the floor instead. She had been dreaming of and working towards
this one-on-one confrontation with Superman since her formative years back at
the Christian run reform school.

This one-sided confrontation had exceeded her expectations ten-fold. Now that
the moment had finally arrived for her the fiendish ferocious fiery fierce
female femme-fatale decided she may as well have some fun teasing the weakling
who still thought of himself as a man.

For the eighth time in the last several minutes the insatiable Bulging Betty
massaged his flaccid penis until it amazingly stiffened up, way up. She
squeezed and massaged his manhood so ferociously he felt as if he were caught
in a meat grinder. Nonetheless, he immediately spewed forth another huge load,
a load she devoured with joyful glee.

His numerous ejaculations were not only feeding her ever expanding body with
Kryptonian DNA and power while at the same time draining him of his own energy
leaving him sans rational thought. Nonetheless, the nearly brain-dead Superman
was beginning to suspect that his creamy DNA was somehow fueling her majestic
muscular metamorphosis. It clearly was fueling her body while simultaneously
diminishing him both physically and mentally ... without Superman even
suspecting his mental acuity was slowly deserting him.

"Damn." Betty Jean seemed impressed and said so ... "Superman I am not only
impressed with your equine like manhood but fascinated with your potency, if
not your staying power." She pumped her closed fist up and down, up and down
simulating a hand-job. "Superman, from now on I will be referring to you as
... Sperm-man."

Superman was beginning to understand the concept of intimidation and absolute
domination. He cringed each and every time the woman moved in his direction or
even gestured towards him. Nonetheless, he desperately wanted her to grasp on
to and fondle his hardening penis at least one more time. He wanted her to
massage his big dick until he spewed forth yet another shit-load of sperm.

Bulging Betty's mesmerizing aurora dominated Superman's every thought and it
was becoming abundantly clear that not only did she wish to inflict
unspeakable unbearable pain onto his suddenly submissive squishy sagging self.
She seemed intent on embarrassing and humiliating the heretofore beloved,
universally admired, strongest and most powerful human in the universe. It
wasn't enough for this arrogant bitch to simply inflict unspeakable pain and
humiliation on the strongest man in the world, it was becoming apparent to him
that her ultimate goal was to rip away the last vestiges of his pride and
self-worth.

Kal-el, the last son of Krypton dreaded how the tabloids would wax poetically
while depicting this evening and how scholars and historians would chronicle
this fateful night and the unceremonious transformation of his super powers to
her ... The phrase ... 'there's a new sheriff in town' ... seemed apropos and
would likely be used ad infinitum.

However, the large Kryptonian superhero had a super-ego only matched by Kenya
West, an ego commensurate with the enormity of his superpowers. He was a man
who had never experienced loss of any kind. Consequently, he was now, always
has been, and would continue to be an absolute total egotistic narcissist
incapable of even contemplating his own defeat. If one were to look for the
word 'hubris' in the dictionary one would surely find a picture of Superman
alongside.

Yes, he realized that at least for this moment in time this formidable female
appeared to be in total control, omnipotent in fact. Bulging Betty had to have
a weakness, everyone does. Superman vowed to find her Achilles Heel and
exploit it. Superman refused to accept not wining as an option. He still
believed in himself and that in due time the validity of the principles
espoused in his credo of Truth, Justice, and the American Way would eventually
prevail.

The once proud Kryptonian was extremely grateful there were no witnesses to
his shameful piteous defeat at the hands of this impervious female, but then
it occurred to him. His narcissistic self-absorbed conqueror would definitely
want her victory preserved for posterity; available for viewing
twenty-four-seven.

With utmost trepidation and dread Superman scanned his surroundings and for
the first time noticed the myriad of well-concealed strategically placed
mini-cams that covered every inch of her condo. The entire world was about to
bare witness to his shameful cowardice and humiliating defeat.

Still, Superman managed to conjure up one comforting thought. At least the
viewing audience would be treated to and astounded by his sexual process;
eight powerful ejaculations, even though quick, were more than just impressive
and worthy of a true Superman, a true Man of Steel.

Realizing he was running out of options Superman resorted to the one last
disparate act available to the frightened completely overwhelmed superhero. In
desperation he carefully and precisely leveled his searing heat vision
engulfing Bulging Betty in a visible radiating glow of the Kryptonian laser
beams emanating from his eyes. To his utter astonishment she basked in the
5,000,000-degree flames that were engulfing her exquisite body. She was
reacting as if she were enjoying an invigorating sauna.

"Hey ... that felt nice ... real nice ... but don't do it again." She rubbed
her body from head to toe, enjoying the warmth of her skin, and the
titillating sensations radiating over and throughout her entire body. "No more
... You could inadvertently burn down my condo, understand?" Superman clearly
understood the hopelessness of his situation. This Amazonian goddess like
female was indestructible, impervious to pain. His body noticeably deflated
and he slumped down as Superman fought through his welling tears of
humiliation and resignation.

"Clark, you should look at the bright side. You are the first male to feast
eyes on these beauties; best tits ever, right?"" She thrust her chest forward.
"Which one do you like best?" She smiled at him with her eyes. "Is it ... Ms.
Righty ... or ... is it ... Ms. Lefty?" She didn't wait for an answer.

"Get ready for it, Superman." After releasing her grip on his left hand-the
big beaming blonde beastly babe brazenly and viciously pounded her fists into
his solar plexus with such force his muscle laden abs grudgingly disintegrated
surrendering to her powerful prodigious penetrating punches pathetically
pleading for her to stop hurting him.

"Please, stop hurting me." He piteously pleaded. "Oh please."

"Oops." She laughed so hard she nearly pissed herself. "Oh hell, why not?" She
squatted over the embarrassed Kryptonian mega-creep and let loose with a
steady stream of warm urine in essence waterboarding the humbled nerdy nerd.

"I'm just marking my territory, Superman." Bulging Betty flexed her whole body
and laughed. "You belong to me wimp ... I fucking own you little man!"

When Superman, spitting her urine from his mouth, tried to speak he turned an
alarming shade of deep purple and copious amounts of baby-shit-yellow-brownish
bloody bile gushed from his mouth all over the carpet spilling onto his bare
feet. A bemused Bugling Betty belly-laughed before belittling Superman even
further she forced the mighty super-wimp down onto his knees pushing and
smushing and grinding his blushing, bruised, brutally beaten battered
black-and-blue bloody urine-soaked face down into his own vomit.

Even though the arrogant blonde was laughing uncontrollably he understood she
wasn't joking around; he almost immediately capitulated offering no resistance
abandoning his honor. She was joyously demonstrating her supremacy over and
disdain for Superman when she insisted that the Last Son of Krypton eat his
own puke while licking her carpet clean.

At first, he wanted to resist her outrageous demands but he immediately
acquiesced when she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and stubbornly
pushed his face down and rubbed his nose into his own vomit. She effortlessly
held the struggling Man of Steel's face in place until he finally gave in. She
squeezed his neck inflicting overwhelming nerve entrapment compression
resulting in excruciating pain far beyond the man's capacity to endure. He
begrudgingly succumbed (nice choice of words) and began lapping up his own
squishy squashy soft smelly shitload of barf.

Superman would forever remember this moment in time and once he had regained
all of his Superpowers and the very second he discovered her weaknesses he
would make this amoral abdominal aberration abomination pay for the pain and
the indignities to which she had so mercilessly subjected the Man of Steel
would exact her revenge.

When Superman involuntarily re-vomited again she added insult to his
ignominious subjugation by forcing the Kryptonian to continue lapping up the
disgusting pile of regurgitated bile.

"Superman I expect you to slurp it all up, every morsel." She grabbed the hair
on the back of his head and slammed his face into the pile of his vomit.
"Understand?"

"Yes." He understood that she would win this and any other test of wills.
Knowing that for the moment he had no choice but to meekly comply. He was
unable to envision any scenario in which he could successfully oppose her so
he submissively complied as best he could. All the while he was resisting the
urge to throw up a third time.

She laughed some more as she watched the disgusting upheaval of barf drip down
his chiseled chin seemingly in slow motion.

"Super-Slurper." She roughly positioned his face directly in front of one of
the cameras. "Smile ... You look marvelous."

"Hey, puke face." She was enjoying his embarrassment. "If you were to write a
Fem-Dom story about a bad-ass girl like me what would you call her?" She
tensed her muscles and her entire outrageously proportioned pulsating physique
exploded beyond anything anyone on earth had ever witnessed or had even
imagined possible.

"Superman, I want you to bestow on me a name ... a name worthy of my grandeur
... a name the masses will utter in reverence ... a name that will both
delight and frighten ... Give me a name Superman and you best make it a good
one."

"If you were a character in one of my stories" ... Superman paused for
dramatic effect ... "I would call you Awesome-Girl." When he saw her smiling,
Superman took a deep congratulatory breath of relief. At least for the moment
he had managed to avoid another horrible beating. "Because that's what you are
you know .... you are a girl ... and you are AWESOME.

"AWESOME GIRL!!!" She gracefully pirouetted to face the full-length mirror
admiring her miraculous musculature while performing her poses. "Yes ...
Awesome Girl ... Indeed."

Superman had been awaiting a chance to escape and for the first time he
attempted to fly away from the temporarily distracted Awesome Girl but he
didn't get far. Displaying her super-enhanced reflexes, she easily plucked the
surprised Superman from the air with one hand tightly grasping his calf with
such force she disintegrated both his fibula and tibia bones as well as a
number of surrounding ligaments. She slammed him face down off her carpet. A
devasted Superman could already feel his recuperative powers begin to heal his
leg. She sternly admonished the mighty man of flight to not try that again.

"Superman ... try that again and I will mutilate and kill your precious little
Lois Lane on national TV while I force you to watch." She flashed a wicked
grin. "Do you understand, wimp?" She forcibly body-slammed the hapless man off
the ground again and watched with amusement as he lay motionless curled up
like a discarded shriveled-up cocktail shrimp.

"Yes." Tears rolled down his cheeks. "Yes, I understand." He wiped is eyes.
"Please." He begged. "Tell me the truth. Are you a Goddess?

"Nope ... Just a bitch." She ran her fingers through his hair. "Superman you
amuse me. Now I'm thinking about keeping you alive long enough for you to
watch my edited version of our little mano-a-mano confrontation." Betty
bellowed a deafening traumatizing guttural laugh into his ear ... a no doubt
about it ... triumphant laugh. A startled Superman actually pissed himself.

Awesome Girl laughed some more again before she delivered an earth-shattering
uppercut to his already disfigured and fractured jaw lifting Superman a couple
of feet off the ground sending the barely conscious man across the room
depositing the pathetically trembling defeated Superman on the floor where he
instinctually assumed the fetal position.

"Superman, is that piss I see staining your pants?" She kicked him hard in the
ribs. "You look as if you want to return to the womb." She kicked him again.
"Shall I bring your dear mother here with your diapers?"

"Oh God ... No ... Please." He obsequiously crawled to her on his belly and
kissed and licked her feet. "Please."

Hubris and arrogance have left the building and Superman was finally willing
to accept as inevitable his improbable ignominious impending imperiled demise
as a done deal. He had heard of major depression but he had never experienced
the feelings of anxiety and worthlessness he was experiencing at that moment.

He fully understood and accepted as fact that there was absolutely nothing, he
or anyone else could do to stop the frightening abomination proudly standing
triumphantly over him; exultantly enjoying her unquestioned superiority. Big
Betty was indeed the very essence of Awesome Girl.

Superman realized and accepted as reality that he would never again be the
protector of the earth and its people and for that he was truly sad.

Superman understood that should this girl allow him to live, the entire world
would see him as nothing more than a sniveling pathetic heartbreakingly
unfunny costumed clown. It was abundantly clear to Superman that this callous
unfeeling female was well beyond ruthless. She was obviously intent on not
only destroying the Man of Steel physically but diminishing and tarnishing his
legacy while humiliating him in the eyes of the entire world.

"How do you like me now?" Her emotionless laughter was actually terrifying to
him. He recognized a complete absence of empathy and a lack of humanity
accordingly Superman feared for the citizens of earth.

"Superman. by now you must realize you can't hurt this stupendous body; no one
can." Awesome Girl flexed her entire body yet again. This time she twisted her
clinched hand and rotated her fist causing bowling ball sized biceps to dance
along her upper arms.

"Thank you, Superman. Awesome Girl suits me. Do you think you might write a
Femdom story about the two of us?" Mocking him with her contemptuous derisive
laughter she suggested a possible title for the book. "How about ... Awesome
Girl and the Man or Squeal."

"Using your considerable creative writing skills and your grammatical acumen
how would you describe this baby?" He watched as she began and continued
flexing her massive right bicep until her growing muscle once again exploded
from her upper arm reminding one of an over-sized bowling ball. He was certain
her peaked biceps were as big as his head and were growing higher, getting
bigger, and stronger each time she flexed.

"Big?' He managed to force a laugh. "Awesome."

"Good one Superman." She laughed a genuine laugh. "Big ... You really do have
a way with words." She patted him on the head while she affectionally tousled
his hair. "It's nice to see you haven't lost your sense of humor, yet."

"Initially I was torn, am torn, unable to decide how and when I should kill
you." She grabbed him around the throat and lifted Superman off the ground and
enjoyed watching him nonsensically churning his flailing legs as he attempted
to escape from her. Laughing at his feeble attempts, she squeezed until it was
clear to her, he was having great difficulty breathing.

"Oh no ... not yet ... that would be too easy." She winked at him. "I need to
think on this".

"I want to inflict so many more levels of excruciating pain." She held
Superman's anguished face in front of the camera as she throat-lifted him off
the ground holding him there until he began gasping for air again.

"Kal-El, not only do I want the two of us to watch my little home-made movie
together I want you to assist with the final cut. I want you to see for
yourself just how anemic and pathetic you truly are." The big blonde behemoth
released her grip allowing the man to succumb to gravity and drop face first
to the floor.

Bulging Betty lifted the still the trembling Superman to his feet yet again,
gripped both of his wrists, and forced a struggling but completely overmatched
Superman's hands together. Superman who was hoping (praying really) that his
superpowers would miraculously return attempted to stand up to her and out of
habit tried to resist but immediately realized that resistance was futile. He
couldn't even begin to slow her down. Using what heretofore were his
invincible superior Kryptonian strength he couldn't prevent this uber-woman
from enveloping both of his hands into her large right hand.

Just before Superman was about to collapse to his knees again from the pain,
she grabbed the back of his neck with her now free left hand and sadistically
head-butted the man's already damaged face several times, breaking his nose,
fracturing his jaw, and shattering several of his front teeth ... nearly
knocking him out in the brutal display of callous absolute dominance.

The Man of Steel was in serious trouble. He knew it, she knew it, even his
enormous Kryptonian penis knew it. His once proud prominent potent perfect
prodigious pulsating preposterously proportioned prick recognized the imminent
peril and retreated inwardly like a frightened turtle.

"Come on sissy boy." She thrust her triple D breasts into his face again.
"Which one is the best? Is it Ms. Lefty or is it Ms. Righty?"

"Definitely the right one." Superman had no real preference; each boob was
magnificent unto itself. He just wanted the ruthless female to stop hitting
him, stop hurting him. Predictably Betty Jean slapped Superman several times
across the face with her left breast inexplicably leaving black and blue
bruises on his heretofore impenetrable body.

"Do you wish to reconsider?" She kissed her left breast and suckled her
prominent rigid nipple. "I think Lefty is jealous."

The extremely confident chiseled 300-pound Amazonian female gripped his hands
and pulled him close to her body, keeping him from falling. She applied
indescribable pressure, pressure that easily exceeded 2,000 pounds per square
inch (PSI) crushing the many bones in his hands before finally allowing a
worried wounded woefully weakened wheezing writhing wrenching wimpy weeping
Superman to unwilling crumple to the floor yet again.

Both he and his tormentor could not only hear but feel the bones in each of
his hands easily being crushed by her one hand. While the pained and
thoroughly embarrassed Superman screamed and openly wept, she laughed her
insolent uncaring contemptuous laugh of disrespect.

However, the big blonde amazon-esque muscle maiden wanted to do more than just
inflict pain on the saddened struggling squirming Superman. She wanted to
totally humble, embarrass and humiliate the arrogant asshole. When she was
finished with 'the strongest man in the world, she would delight in selling
the home videos now being captured by the many hidden cameras covering every
inch of her condo.

Superman had always been impervious to pain, until now. However, now was now
and now he was experiencing first-hand the pain of broken, crushed, and
fractured bones. He reflected back to the many occasions he felt compelled to
inflict similar pains on smaller weaker others. Now he felt ashamed not only
for inflicting such pain but for enjoying it a bit too much. For the first
time he was acknowledging a certain culpability for his actions, conceding to
himself that because of past deeds he may actually be deserving of his current
plight. People say payback is a bitch and today that bitch is a big chick now
named Amazing Girl.

Bulging Betty sensed that the pitiful little man was in obvious despair and
the ruthless narcissist felt a certain obligation to demonstrate her awesome
omnipotent overwhelming power to him one more time ... again ... some more.

Using only her left hand she lifted Superman's sagging body high in the air
purposefully bouncing his head off the ceiling. She paraded the humiliated
hapless helpless humbled He-Man around her condo stopping in front of the
full-length mirror just long enough to allow the Man of Squeal to watch as she
gleefully demonstrated the very personification of total domination.

"My God." He squealed as Awesome Girl began to ever so slowly lower his naked
body inch-by-inch until his engorged penis was perpendicular to her grinning
face which allowed her to lick and suck on his cock once again. She could feel
her massive array of muscles reacting to the nineth dose of Superman's creamy
DNA. Both the sucker and sucky were hoping for a tenth; double digits seemed
attainable and a good selling point for the soon to be released tentatively
entitled DVD ... 'Awesome Girl and the Super-Spewer."

"Are you even human?" Conveniently forgetting for the moment that he had
already thoroughly scanned her body and determined she was indeed human.
Superman was in a state of denial, deep denial. So, he continued to deny
Awesome Girl's omnipotence while refusing to believe the unbelievable yet
undeniable truth.

"You must be a witch or a demon ... right?" Superman would feel better about
himself if he knew for certain he had been defeated by magic or by an actual
deity. So, he began to verbally perform for the cameras. "I know you're not
human." Superman's rambling thought processes were rationalizing her
unquestioned dominance. There would be no embarrassment succumbing to a Demon
or a witch or a Goddess ... right?

"Superman ... I am none of those things and you know it." She clasped her
intertwined fingers behind her head and flexed her incompressible biceps and
laughed at him. "I am Awesome Girl and I am so much bigger and so much
stronger than you." She gripped his throat so tightly he couldn't breathe
normally. "You know that to be true ... right?"

"Right." Gasping for air Superman enthusiastically agreed with his conqueror.
"Absolutely ... yes - you are a 100% earth born human .... you are Awesome
Girl."

More importantly the Man of Steel expected his superpowers to return fully
intact sooner than later but even if that were to be true, he genuinely feared
it would make no real difference but he remained hopeful, sort of. The
obviously defeated, impotent, compliant, confused, completely dispirited, and
helpless Superman was left to ponder what else this heartless pitiless
all-powerful female intended to do to him next.

Deep in the recesses of his muddled mind Superman could hear the dulcet tones
of a radio voiced narrator, Bud Collier, intoning the requisite ramping-up of
a requisite cliff-hanger ending ...

Has Superman finally met his match ... Will Truth, Justice, and the American
Way once again prevail ... Will the Man of Steel redeem himself against the
forces of evil? Tune in next week for the further adventures of Awesome Girl
... oops, I mean Superman ...

Lois Lane attended the first day of the Homeland Security conference dressed
rather conservatively wearing a beige mid-length skirt and a matching jacket
over a clinging powder-blue short sleeved blouse. Nonetheless, the moment she
entered the auditorium she felt as if every eye in the room had been trained
on her and she hadn't been wrong.

Men and women alike were mesmerized by her muscular diamond-shaped calves
which undulated with each and every step she took. Her hour-glass figure and
her imposing physique were evident even when covered by her less than
flattering business jacket.

It was unreasonably hot in the windowless auditorium which gave Lois the
perfect excuse to remove her jacket, something she had been wanting to do ever
since she arrived.

She breathed deeply accentuating her spectacular breasts which caught the eye
of a good-looking security analyst. She brushed her hair back causing her
bicep to erupt into an almost incomprehensible 14" rock-of hard bicep.

Superman's wife had no intention of sleeping with the very good-looking man
who was ogling her from a distance with his lustful eyes. However, Lois wasn't
above acting a little naughty that night, having some fun on this trip
wouldn't really be cheating. Afterall, she didn't know how much longer she
would be blessed with her massive muscles.

As the conference was letting out for the day Lois surprised herself by
brazenly inviting her good-looking admirer to join her for a drink at the
hotel bar. They each had two; Lois settled for a couple of dry martinis each
with an extra olive while her 'date' ordered the most popular of all cocktails
the old fashioned.

The smitten over-sexed man invited Lois to join him for dinner. She readily
agreed but she invited the enamored analyst to accompany her to her room so
she could change into something a little bit more comfortable.

Lois excused herself so she could change. She stripped herself naked and
admired her new body in the mirror. She was actually turning herself on,
feeling her juices flowing she decided that she should wear her sexiest most
revealing available outfit.

Lois, AKA Mrs. Superman, exited the bathroom wearing a pair of impossibly
tight-fitting cut-off-jeans, jeans that hugged her muscular thighs and showed
off her long-tanned legs and her shapely calves. Her tight pink T-shirt did
little to hide her large boobs and protruding nipples.

She mischievously stepped in front of her 'date' and flexed her biceps which
now actually exceeded 14" of pure feminine muscle. She grinned at the man
enjoying the massive bulge in his pants and the astonished look on his face; a
look that alerted Lois that the young man sitting on her couch was ready to
live up to his unfortunate name.

She encouraged the man, a man who didn't need much encouragement, to remove
all of his clothing. She flexed her massive muscles teasing him with her
spectacular naked body and forbade him from touching either her or himself.
Lois Lane joyously watched as his engorged penis uncontrollably spazzed back
and forth as if waving to her. He spewed forth copious amounts of his semen in
one long steady stream until he was completely sated.

Lois sent Mr. MeHoff on his was way home but not before admonishing the man to
never speak of what had happened that evening ... The admonishment had been a
clear warning.

"See you tomorrow Jack."

Each succeeding evening Lois brought a different man back to her room and
repeated her striptease and muscle posing routines until each man ejaculated
unaided by touch.

Awesome Girl stood directly in front of a teetering Superman and effected the
most amazing double bicep pose he or anyone else on the planet had ever seen
or even imagined to be possible. She slowly methodically raised her arms while
flexing her ginormous mountainous exploding biceps which now easily exceeded
50" of female power. He could feel the heat emanating from her naked body as
he watched her biceps expand even larger, higher, harder, and sexier
threatening to burst through her taut velvety feminine skin.

Superman would be loath to admit the truth but he was thrilled when she
allowed him to place his hands atop her biceps encouraging him to squeeze as
hard as he could. He could feel the enormous harder-than-hard slabs of her
impenetrable muscle pulsing with each beat of her heart.

Superman watched in utter amazement as the newly dubbed Awesome Girl willed
her biceps to slowly expand and rise higher and harder than ever before. Her
muscles slowly pushed upward and challenged the surface of her tight smooth
skin, skin that was attempting to contain the surging biceps and yet her
biceps and triceps continued to inexorably swell beyond reason. Her outlandish
proportions seemed to be a parody of sorts, almost cartoonish in scope.

Awesome Girl rose to her full height now exceeding his, enjoying his shocked
reaction to her new intimating height. He immediately realized that B.J.
appeared to have grown a full four-inches and now stood at least
six-feet-four-inches tall, several inches taller than Superman himself. Either
she had grown eight-inches in the last couple of hours or he had shrunk eight
inches in the same span of time or possibly some combination of eight inches
distributed between them. Awesome Girl smiling arrogantly needed to lower her
gaze in order to look into his eyes. He noticeably juddered and gagged while
considering the unfathomable implications.

How could Superman ever hope to defeat this woman if she were actually growing
in direct proportion to his seemingly diminishing self? If she were syphoning
his super powers away from him and absorbing those powers unto herself then
both he and she world be in deep dodo. He dismissed that thought as a
nonsensical hallucination, to terrible to even contemplate. The Last Son of
Krypton metaphorically stuck his head up his own ass and tried to think about
something else.

"Hang on tight." With Superman still gripping onto her unbelievable biceps
Amazing Girl squatted down allowing her spectacular glutes-maximus to graze
her carpet. She rose up to her full height as Superman joyously clung to her
upper arms inexplicably dangling his feet off the ground while unconsciously
rubbing his fully engorged cock against her rock-hard abs straining to nuzzle
itself between her inviting boobs.

He had failed to notice that the big blonde was now clearly six to eight to
ten inches taller than he. Awesome Girl completed ten sequences of ten squats
each, one-hundred in total, all the while an excited awe-struck 240-pound
Superman was still clutching onto her rock-hard biceps while still dry humping
the Goddess.

"Oh, my God!" Superman squealed with delight as he once again ejaculated. When
his addled brain began to clear from an almost hypnotic trance, he realized he
had been day dreaming, fantasying about the bicep muscle lifts that culminated
into what amounted to nothing more than a wet dream, a wet dream with the
happiest of happy endings. Nonetheless, the fan-boy within him was in such awe
of her awesomely arrogant display of her awesome physical awesomeness,
awesomeness that gave credence to Awesome Girl's awesome superiority he openly
wept.

"Wake up shit head." Awesome Girl placed her big hands on his shoulders and
squeezed causing him to fully awaken from his day dream as he winced from the
pain. "Was that fun for you?" She sidled up to him and rubbed her heat
radiating body against his slowly shrinking still stiff shaft still
sporadically seeping semen spurting schlong.

Superman took some solace in knowing that his broken bones and torn cartilage
and his shredded ligaments would heal soon enough and the pain would
eventually subside. He assumed his superpowers and strength would soon return
as well but he feared it would make no never mind. He would never be her equal
which in itself was a laughable thought. He would always be subservient to
her.

"Clark, didn't you use to be taller?" She made it painfully obvious to him
that she now needed to lower her gaze several inches in order to look into his
eyes. "How could this have happened?" She smirked. "I wonder if it's still
happening?" She smirked some more. "Will it ever stop happening?"

As if the crying Kryptonian creep hadn't already been intimated enough by her
totally intimating self, now he was well beyond being totally intimidated. Now
he was too terrified to even contemplate what was really happening. Was she
actually growing taller, growing bigger and growing stronger or was he being
diminished, physically shrinking, and growing weaker? Could he actually be
shrinking? Was it possible that both scenarios were transpiring
simultaneously?

Betty Jean sneered at him as she joyously pumped up her huge biceps watching
as her upper arms reached unfathomable proportions now exceeding 52" of
pulsating feminine power; a bicep that was seemingly growing as they spoke.

"Which one of by biceps is your favorite? Which one is bigger and more
vascular?" Grinning from ear to ear Awesome Girl asked the question she knew
he would dread having to answer. "Is it Ms. Righty or is it Ms. Lefty?"

"How can you be hurting me?" He decided it would be best for him to not
answer. "Please stop ... Who are you?" He shied away from the big blonde
fearing that his quivering sphincter and suspect continence might betray him.
He could feel his unique Kryptonian healing powers beginning to mend his
ravaged body quickly regenerating his superpowers.

"Why ... How?" Superman continued stammering incoherently as his blinking eyes
rolled back in his aching head. "How can you ... be growing ... Big muscles
and super-strength." He wiped his tearing eyes with his forearm. "I'm helpless
against you ... You're un-be-fucking-lievable." Superman's normally
politically correct usage of the English language deserted him and was now
replete with expletives.

"Finally, you're beginning to catch on." She smirked. "Superman, can you hear
the fat lady gargling. She is about to sing ... signally ... GAME OVER!"

"Are you getting bigger and stronger or am I shrinking?" Superman anxiously
awaited the big blonde's response.

"To be growing or shrinking, is that your question?" Naturally Awesome Girl's
answer was cryptic ... "That isn't a simple yes or no question." She smiled
mischievously. "Which would you prefer it to be?"

To that, Superman had no ready answer but he knew he didn't want to be
shrinking.

"Damn it, woman." He knew he preferred to remain Superman but at the same time
he dreaded the ultimate ramifications for the people of earth. Should this
coldblooded ruthless unfeeling female continue to grow and grow unabated there
was no telling what she would do. So, he dismissed that thought from his mind.

"You're so strong, of that there is no doubt." He shrunk away from her. "I am
nothing but helpless before you and that too is equally doubtless." He wept
openly as he mumbled even more self-effacing troops nearly unintelligible
babbling utterances of unmistakable reverence. "Are you a Goddess? Please,
stop hurting me ... Stop shrinking me."

Awesome Girl had no empathy for the man or for that matter, anyone. She had
silently climaxed three times in succession without ever having to touch her
naughty lady parts. Hearing his incompressible confused asseverations served
as an aphrodisiac for the big blonde. As she orgasmed yet again her enormous
body continued to shake, rattle, and roll, uncontrollably ...

"How can ... Your muscles ... So damn strong." He wiped his tearing eyes. "Go
Away!"

"Go away?" She hid her broad smile with her hand, much like an embarrassed
Geisha. "Really? That's your plan? Poof and I'm gone." She smiled broadly.
"You're reprising the same failed plan former President Trump espoused during
the pandemic of 2020."

"Relax Superman." She lightly patted him on top of his head before
double-hammer-fisting the defeated man to the ground. "Eventually I will tire
of hurting you, dominating you, humiliating you, and then I will either leave
you be or I will kill you in the most painful manner imaginable."

Superman was feeling more and more embarrassed and unsettled. He
unapologetically feared the woman who was treating him with such utter
disdain. However, at the same time Kal-el admired her unworldly physicality
and her unmatched girl-power. He didn't fully understand it yet but he was
swiftly becoming a fan-boy; surrendering his pride to the reality at hand.

Nonetheless, the ever-prideful Man of Steel mustered up his resolve and with
one Herculean effort managed to rise to his feet. Despite having been
subjected to so many painful head-butts and titty slaps Superman inexplicably
felt the need to confront his tormentor face to face. He needed to know if he
were actually shrinking. However, now he was having difficulty breathing, let
alone standing. So, he returned to begging for mercy.

"Please." He managed a pitiful whimper.

"Maybe if you were to say ... pretty please." She tweaked his cheek.

"Yes ... yes ... of course ... pretty please." Not understanding her sarcasm,
he pathetically begged some more. "Pretty please." At that moment, it seemed
that nothing was beneath him. "With cherries on top." Tears rolled down his
face.

"Cherries? You fucking wimp!" She roughly twisted his fleshy flesh, scratched
his cheek drawing wisps of blood, licked his face clean before sucking the
tiny remnants of blood from her finger. "Thank you, that was fun ... But
Superman I don't need to show you no stinking cherries."

Ever since Superman's arrival on planet earth as a new born baby he had led a
charmed life. He was discovered and adopted by two loving and nurturing
Christian 'parents' who named him Clark Kent and taught him right from wrong
and stressed the importance of concealing his superpowers; avoiding scrutiny
from outsiders was paramount.

Consequently, as a small child Kal-El actually took pleasure when he refrained
from using his super strength to ward off school bullies. He knew his parents
were proud whenever he passively accepted the many disrespectful barbs and
taunts that came his way. He was elated because he was acting just as his
parents wanted.

As a young child he was often harassed by schoolmates more often than not by
young girls, who at that age seemed to have developed faster than males. Many
of the girls would playfully wrestle him to the ground and 'overpower' him,
something he actually came to enjoy. He enjoyed those wrestling matches and
eventually began to surreptitiously encourage the girls.

At the age of just eleven Superman was "over powered" by a mature
fourteen-year-old girl who pinned him down in the barn where they had been
playing. She teasingly kissed him on the lips. The passionate kiss caused the
boy's oversized fully-matured Kryptonian penis to push itself over the top of
his jeans revealing itself.

The girl was shocked by its size. He knew what he wanted her to do, wanted to
do, and she began to do it. She forced her hand down his pants and began to
vigorously pump his dick like a jack-hammer. Fortunately, or unfortunately,
depending from where you were coming, Superman's mom entered the barn and put
an end to her son's first romp in the hay. That night the mature
eleven-year-old masturbated four-times to completion.

A psychiatrist would rightfully attribute those early encounters with the
aggressive school girls to his current obsession with being dominated by
mega-females.

His overly religious parents admonished him for succumbing to the pleasures of
the flesh reminding him that premarital sex was a serious sin as was
masturbation. They instilled in him the importance of using his unworldly
gifts for good, only for good.

He matured into adulthood as a superman who selflessly and anonymously
utilized his Kryptonian gifts for the benefit of humanity and not for
self-promotion. Under the guise of Clark Kent, he assumed the position of
feature a mild-mannered reporter at the Daily Planet, a major newspaper
serving the city of Metropolis.

Until now Superman had never encountered any form of adversity he couldn't
best. He had always been the strongest most powerful being on the planet, a
true believer and practitioner of the tenets represented by Truth, Justice,
and the American Way. He was impervious to pain, admired by the multitudes,
selfless to a fault, and recognized worldwide as an all-around good guy.

Then, from out of nowhere this abomination of a mega-super-woman arrived and
immediately demonstrated her unquestioned incontrovertible indisputable
undeniable superiority and absolute dominance over him.

The belligerent bicep-blessed big bad beauteous blonde bullying behemoth
boisterously bad-ass bellowed browbeating bete-noire battle-cries. She easily
and ruthlessly beat the shit out of Superman, causing broken bones, black and
blue bruises, a bloody nose, as well as bleeding ears. The strongest man in
the known universe was ill equipped to deal with his new reality and he broke
down and wept again some more.

"Superman ... you need to get your act together." She punched him in the
stomach taking his breath away. "Be a man."

"Stop ... Please ... Oh please ... Stop." He continued to unashamedly plead
with her. "The pain ... I can't take it ... You're too damn strong for me ...
Stop hurting me."

Although he was cognizant of the cameras, he disregarded the consequences the
embarrassing videos would bring. The strongest man on planet earth couldn't
help himself as he unashamedly begged the Amazonian woman to stop hurting him.
He begged until his words trailed off to a pitiful barely audible sobs of true
anguish.

"Stop hurting you?" She smirked incredulously. "Nooooooooooo way." She was
having way too much fun to stop and she said so. "This is way too much fun."
She said.

"Clark, you look terrible." She feigned sympathy. "Would you like to sit down
for a bit?" She smoothed over his tousled hair and gestured towards her dining
room table. "Can I get you a chair?" He began to stagger and wobble from the
agonizing pain. Clearly his wobbly legs had not yet completely healed. "Oh
honey ... You should sue your legs for non-support." Betty Jean laughed
uproariously at her own joke and winked at one of cameras imaging how her
customers would be laughing in kind.

Superman, not surprisingly, didn't laugh and if he didn't want to laugh no one
could stop him. He was feeling more and more exhausted; pitifully impotent
against this imperious female's overwhelming dominance.

"Come on, Superman I felt your x-ray vision scanning my body so you know I'm a
100% HUMAN FEMALE." She gently slapped the heretofore strongest being on the
planet across his unhappy face, a face he feared would never again show
happiness.

Try as he might a humbled and embarrassed Superman couldn't extricate himself
from her clutches. Still searching for a plausible explanation for her
dominance Superman convinced himself that Bulging Betty was an actual Goddess,
a Goddess who had been dispatched to earth in human form by an even more
powerful deity in order to personally exact revenge on him for some real or
perceived act of disrespect; the Gods could be like that, were like that, and
the Goddesses were the worst. Petty and vindictive readily came to mind.

She certainly had the look of a Goddess resembling a super-sized classically
beautiful Victoria Secrets Super Model with mountains and mountains of muscles
with a deep cleavage chasm which appeared to go on for miles. Superman had
never been in the presence of or even seen a woman more beautiful. Maybe she
was an Alien linked in some way to the drone. He again scanned her muscular
body with his X-ray vision performing another cursory MRI. He was surprised to
reaffirm that she was still a 100% earth born human with no obvious unnatural
enhancements but that didn't mean she wasn't a goddess in human form; the Gods
could be tricky.

Regardless, the domineering young woman was now controlling him using only her
right hand while proudly flexing her bigger than big left upper arm displaying
her enormous vascular bicep. Despite the pain Superman could hardly contain
himself from reaching up and touching her throbbing bicep again; unconsciously
he wished to reenact his earlier muscle clutching and lifting wet dream.

Awesome Girl was savoring the unimaginable erotic pleasure of studying the woe
begotten Superman's tearing eyes while she simultaneously admired the absolute
awesomeness of her own still developing mega-body.

Perplexed and confused accurately described the current state of his addled
Kryptonian mind. Superman, who until this tortuous encounter had always been
impervious to pain but was now being completely overwhelmed by this
unidentified woman's unremitting display of power. Inexplicably, the
unquestioned strongest man in the world was being rendered completely
defenseless against and vulnerable to this overly muscled female.

He was completely powerless against this seemingly bionic cold-blooded
belittling beguiling brow-beating bitch baleful brutal burly bulky bullying
beastly bicep-blessed brawny baffling brutish berserk big-boned blonde
behaving badly brandishing beyond-big-biceped beautiful babe.

As the day went on Superman finally admitted to himself that the big bad
blonde bitch seemed to be growing, gaining more and more strength. The Man of
Steel foolishly shut his eyes tight pretending that what was happening wasn't,
what had already happened hadn't, and what he feared was about to happen
wouldn't.

Unaccustomed to being bested, Superman was paralyzed with fear. He was
standing almost motionless facing this all-powerful haughty seemingly
omnipotent female abomination who he was irrationally hoping would simply lose
interest in him and forget he was there, once again resorting to the go away
strategy.

He cringed and cowered away from the woman, a woman who was clearly his
superior in every way imaginable. The elation on B.J.'s pretty face was
evident. She joyously recognized the diminished man's despair, feebleness and
vulnerability. The buxom blonde beauty delighted in her obvious dominance over
the Man of Steel; so much so she orgasmed again without touching herself.

"Superman, look at me. I believe I'm getting bigger and stronger by the
minute." The bemused Bulging Betty tensed her muscular body displaying each
and every muscle group to the fullest extent possible. "Have you noticed?"

Superman averted his eyes away from her body, but yes, he had noticed and yes,
she had noticed him noticing her noticing. How could anyone have not noticed?
Her amazing muscular metamorphous would have been noticeable to the likes of
Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles; he was convinced had they been there they would
have actually heard her growing.

"This is only the beginning." Unbeknownst to Superman, Bulging Betty's
muscular body was still in the embryonic stages of development. She couldn't
wait to experience how much bigger and stronger she would become. More
importantly she couldn't wait to flaunt her magnificence in front of whatever
remained of the diminished Superman.

"Super-turd, look at me." For no apparent reason other than to inflict even
more pain on the clearly defeated man, the ebullient big bouncy blonde
behemoth suddenly fired two quick left-hand jabs and a solid right-cross to
his face, breaking his nose one more time, some more, again.

"Superman, now you know for certain." She stretched to her full height of now
six-feet-five-inches. "Size really does matter."

The sound of more breaking bones, cracking cartilage, and the welcomed sight
of the reddish deep purple blood spurting from his mouth and his nose sent
Betty Jean into a state of ecstasy. She threatened him with a raised righthand
before lowering her fist and puckishly playfully pinching his bloody nose.
What's life without whimsey she thought.

Her growing narcissism consumed this all-powerful omnipotent female and
compelled Betty Jean to further disgrace, embarrass, humble, humiliate, and
demoralize the once 'strongest man' on the fucking planet.

With her bare hands she ripped the preposterous now loose-fitting blue costume
top with its big red S off his body. She demanded he flex his own biceps for
the enjoyment of the people who would be buying the soon to be released
homemade DVDs.

Fearing painful reprisals if he refused, Superman immediately acquiesced to
her demand and flexed as hard as he possibly could watching as his bicep rose
to an unimpressive 21 inches of quivering muscle; a couple of three inches
less than what had been normal his norm. His worst fears were being realized;
he actually was shrinking.

"Is that all there is?" The enormous buxom blonde flicked at his disgraced
bicep with her index finger and giggled before flexing her own ever growing
fast approaching 52" biceps, biceps that were now easily more than double his
current size; actually two and a half times larger. "Are you beginning to
accept the undeniable truth? I am growing bigger and bigger while you seem to
be shrinking?"

'Do you think there may be a correlation?" She flexed hard and lovingly
caressed her enormous undulating right bicep. "You have the unmitigated gall
to refer to yourself as Super-Fucking-Man; there are teenaged girls
frequenting the city's health clubs and gyms with larger biceps than yours."

She realized she was exaggerating but not by much. These days teen
body-building-babes often achieved twenty-inch biceps or more. With one hand,
Bulging Betty grabbed his still flexed bicep and began to squeeze so violently
he fell down to his knees screaming in pain.

"Superman you are so stupid ... not just because you believe you can somehow
prevail over me ... but because a couple of young teenaged girls told me it
takes you a full ninety minutes for you to watch CBS Sunday night's edition of
Sixty Minutes." She slapped her knees and jubilantly winked at one of the
hidden cameras.

If vanity and arrogance and egotism and narcissism and sadism were actual
crimes, Betty Jean would have been taken into custody, convicted several times
over, and sentenced to a minimum of ten consecutive life sentences such was
the extent of her hubris.

How would you like to be the lucky police officer assigned the unenviable task
of taking Bulging Betty into custody?

Without warning the cute cocky curvaceous comely condescending casually
contemptuous all-powerful female could feel her muscular legs trembling
beneath her causing more than just a modicum of concern. What the hell was
happening?

Betty Jean was wobbly, barely able to support her own weight. Her mind was
reeling. Had she absorbed too much muscle and bulk too soon. Was her massive
growth becoming more than her body could assimilate? Was her dream of world
domination just a silly pipe-dream coming to an ignominious disappointing and
an unceremonious end?

Superman sensed her concern and her unstable bearing but since he had yet to
regain his strength, super or otherwise, he was forced to bide his time. He
begged the heavens for just a few more minutes ... He hoped to regenerate his
Kryptonian super powers in time to take advantage of her unsteady behavior ...
However, the hopes of a quick resurgence of his burgeoning super powers
deserted him as quickly as a melting ice cream cone in a sauna.

Suddenly Bulging Betty realized what was happening to her. She felt a
delicious stirring sensation developing between her unstable legs. Her
muscular body shook, shivered and shuddered with immense pleasure. Her senses
were being overwhelmed like an oncoming freight train entering a tunnel ...
Freudian much?

This wasn't her first orgasm of the day but it sure as hell was her most
intense. Betty Jean wiped beads of sweat from her forehead and struck another
double bicep pose. Her muscular body was throbbing with seemingly limitless
power as she achieved sexual Nirvana. It was then that Superman realized that
this big blonde abomination exuded an aura of invincibility far beyond just
her physical superiority. Maybe she was a Goddess; a Goddess who craved cock
juice?

In the last few minutes Superman had climaxed nine times. Betty Jean had
climaxed numerous times, the last two with such intensity she had barely been
able to remain standing. All of this without ever having had to touch any of
her naughty parts. Now the big-bodied bemused bawdy beautiful blissful busty
blonde bombshell prepared herself for yet another erupting spasming climax.

Bulging Betty smugly watched the diminished Superman struggling to remain
upright while writhing in unimaginable pain. He felt punier and more helpless
than ever before. He used his elbows and knees to laboriously crawl on his
belly towards her, ready to worship at her feet.

B.J. fully enjoyed side splitting laughter as she watched the sobbing, clearly
defeated Man of Steel struggling to muster enough strength to crawl towards
her in abject subjugation. She watched him with amusement as he struggled to
hoist himself up onto his knees. Groveling submissively at her feet Superman
obsequiously rocked back and forth on his haunches as he reverentially starred
up at Bulging Betty with puppy dog eyes awaiting a command from his new
mistress.

"Superman, you have no idea how ... GREAT ... it is to be me right now." She
moaned a moan of pure unadulterated victorious visceral pleasure. 'Seriously,
little man you have no fucking idea. She caressed her huge right bicep before
effecting another double-bicep pose and disrespectfully cackled. "I bet it
sucks to be you though."

"Speaking of sucking which rhymes with fucking ..." Betty Jean greedily if not
affectionately grabbed onto to his still colossal cock. Craving still another
dose of his Kryptonian DNA she lowered herself onto his throbbing penis. It
was clear to him she was about to fuck his brains out.

A completely intimidated Superman seriously doubted his ability to perform
well. However, he promised himself he would do his best to deliver a super
performance. In order to relax his mind and body Superman would think about
baseball and recite the names of the world champion 1960 Pittsburg Pirates
from memory ... at catcher there was Smokey Burgess and sometimes Hal Smith
... at first base there was Dick Stuart and sometimes Smith ... at second base
there was the hall-of-famer Dick Mazerowski ... at third base there was Don
Hoak ... at shortstop there was Dick Groat ... In the outfield ...

Most of the city's civilian citizenry was surprised, if not fascinated, to
learn that Bruce Wayne the wealthy philanthropist who in the past had been
rumored to be romantically linked with the beautiful and exotic looking Selina
Kyle, had managed to convince Patty Hughes, a high-profile, high-priced
corporate attorney, who had recently won a huge settlement against Wayne
Enterprises to represent Ms. Kyle; AKA ... Catwoman.

Initially the young woman had been charged with one count of felony robbery,
one count of attempted robbery, one count of breaking and entering, one count
of criminal trespassing with ill intent, and numerous counts of resisting a
citizen's arrest, as well as one count of aggravated assault and battery on a
citizen.

At the arraignment where the criminal findings were presented to the Gotham
City Criminal Court System Hughes successfully argued that since her client, a
well-known aficionado and collector of precious gems, hadn't actually stolen
anything nor had she even touched any of the jewelry she couldn't very well be
charged with robbery or even attempted robbery because in reality Selina had
entered the boutique through an open door simply to admire the collection of
precious jewels and prepare herself for a well-publicized upcoming auction; an
auction to which she had been invited to attend.

The prosecuting attorney at the urging of the District Attorney reluctantly
dismissed those charges ... Like virtually every other DA in the country (an
elected position) he knew the cardinal rule - it's better to retreat than to
lose a high-profile case.

Next, Hughes convinced the judge that since there was no evidence of a
break-in, the front door had been found wide-open, and no points of forced
entry could be found that charge could not be legally substantiated. Afterall,
Ms. Kyle had an invitation to attend auction in her pocket. She was only
guilty of arriving early. Consequently, the judge had no alternative but to
agree with Ms. Hughes and encouraged the District Attorney to drop that charge
as well.

The assault and resisting arrest charges were quickly dismissed because Bruce
Wayne was refusing to press charges.

Hamilton Burgermeister, the prosecuting attorney managed to get the Judge to
allow him to charge Selina Kyle with one count of criminal trespassing with
ill intent. In exchange for the dismissal of all other charges, Patti agreed
to have Selina Kyle plead 'no contest' and accept a relatively light
four-month sentence with credit for time served.

The experimental Federal prison to which Selina Kyle had been sentenced was
one of a kind, consisting of a large building complex comprised of four
completely separate wings; one for extremely violent offenders, one for
high-profile white-collar and celebrity criminals, and one for run-of-the mill
scofflaws, while the other wing was maintained exclusively for female
offenders; no matter what their crime no matter their status in society.

The common areas and exercise yards were fully enclosed by the four imposing
five-story buildings all of them looked out into the yard which was divided by
a cyclone fence into two sections; separating the male and female populations.

The prison officials were less than thrilled with the presence of Catwoman.
Her light sentence, her arrogance, and her celebrity status had pissed off
everyone in authority. As a form of punishment Selina Kyle was being assigned
to one of the few three-person cells even though there were a number of less
crowded accommodations available. One of Selina's cellmates was a very big,
extremely violent female repeat offender, while the other woman was a
certified nut job.

Selina had been subjected to an invasive strip search, her second of the day,
before being directed to take the mandatory prison shower., her second of the
day. Still dripping wet the statuesque Catwoman flashed her celestial blue
eyes at the matron and accepted a towel along with her prison clothing; an
orange jump suit, usually reserved for convicted murders and celebrities, as
well as the few pieces of personal clothing allowed.

Just for shit and giggles the hard-nosed bi-sexual female warden assigned
Selina her own personalized prison ID number; 36-26-36 stenciled to all of her
clothing. If truth were known the warden was hoping Catwoman would demand she
personally measure her body.

"That should be twenty not a twenty-six." When Selina saw the numbers
stenciled on all of her clothing, she went ballistic

"Look at me you morons." The guards and the matrons without having been
prompted to do so were already doing just that.

"Do I look as if I have a twenty-six-inch waist?" Still naked CAT raised her
hands over her head and took a deep breath accentuating her tiny waist and her
impressive six-pack abs.

"Well, do I?"

"Dear, you have an extraordinary body, a body with which you can take great
pride but you should be aware of this ... a waist is a terrible thing to
mind." The matron in charge smiled at her clever one-liner and continued to
ignore Selina's rant, missing Catwoman's appreciative smile.

The Head Matron handed Selina the rest of her clothing before leading the
still furious fiery feline femme fatale to her crowded three-person, cell
consisting of a crazy woman and muscle-bound blonde psychopath.

From day one Selina began an arduous workout regimen, a continuation of her
normal daily workout sessions but much more intense. Her work outs soon became
the stuff of legend; can't miss viewing for the inmates and the guards.
Catwoman began working-out three times a day usually wearing her sports bra
and cut-off jeans.

When the warden saw how much Catwoman enjoyed flaunting her body and how much
the prisoners enjoyed watching her flaunt her body during her workouts. The
woman in charge attempted to prevent her from exercising while wearing non
prison issue clothing, the inmates, men and women staged a non-violent but
effective protest by walking around shirtless.

Within forty-eight hours Patti Hughes had filed and won an expedited EEO
discrimination complaint rightfully pointing out to the Prison Board that male
prisoners were allowed to exercise while shirtless; score one for the concept
of woman's rights, free expression, and exhibitionism.

Early each morning one of the smitten matrons would take Selina to the guard's
private bathroom where she would perform her morning ablutions before enjoying
a long hot shower; the matron's only reward was being allowed to watch Cat
showering. Refreshed, Selina would return to her cell and drink a large
sixteen-ounce glass consisting of six egg yolks, two large table spoons of raw
honey, with a generous splash of jalapeno and Mexican hot sauce.

Each morning from nine to twelve, Catwoman would begin a not-to-be-believed
three-hour exercise program consisting of at least ... a gazillion traditional
pushups ... hundreds more of one-handed pushups ... hundreds of sit ups ...
hundreds of leg squats ... at least a thousand traditional pullups coupled
with numerous one-handed pull ups ... hundreds of bicep curls using mostly
light weights ... running in place for at least four five-minute sprints.

Selina routinely followed her muscle building exercises with another fifteen
minutes of Tai Chi calisthenics, an ancient Asian relaxing technique,
consisting of choreographed sequences of very slow controlled movements.

From noon to one in the afternoon Selina showered again and ate a contraband
meal provided daily by a smitten guard; a lunch that almost always consisted
of several deviled eggs topped with generous strips of smoked salmon and/or
smoked oysters ... an entire loaf of warm sourdough French bread slathered in
garlic butter ... along with cans of anchovies, sardines and/or tuna, ... raw
garlic gloves, ... a generous splash of ghost pepper hot sauce, and lemon zest
... accompanied by a selection of marinated artichokes and sweet red peppers
on the side ... the meal was topped off with a warm slice of apple pie and
several wedges of various cheeses all of which she generously shared with her
cellmates.

Next Kyle would make her way to the weight room where she would lift bar
bells, alternating between light-weights and heavy-weights and very heavy
weights. She would work out for well over an hour not only to maximize her
strength by building muscle but also to develop an erotically pleasing and
intimidating athletic appearance.

From three in the afternoon until seven in the evening Selina would satisfy
her four-hour a day work requirement in the prison library delivering books to
both male and female inmates in their cells. Ever since Selina began wearing a
sleeveless custom-made prison outfit sewed together for her by one of the
female prisoners the number of inmates requesting book deliveries more than
quadrupled. Selina enjoyed showing off her muscular arms. She flexed her
biceps as well as flashing the occasional boob to the delight of the inmates;
male and female alike.

Her evening meal was more pedestrian, generally limited to the prison food of
the day; usually some sort of mystery meat, an ill prepared potato dish,
grossly overcooked mushy unappetizing vegetables, a slice of bread unfit for
pigeons, and for dessert the prisoners were served small chunks of diced fruit
encased in a purplish grape Jell-O concoction ... she rarely ate any of it.

The rest of the night was spent in her cell under lockdown with her two
cellmates. Selina and her big blonde cellmate began to exercise together.
However, because of the cramped quarters their routines were limited to
sit-ups, leg squats, pushups, make shift pull ups as well as a number of
isometric disciplines.

Each and every night a bedtime a whimsical matronly white-haired guard would
playfully provide Catwoman with a saucer of warm milk combined with
chocolate-chip cookies, which she always shared with her cellmates.

Catwoman's exercise sessions and muscle building routines seemed much easier
for her after a number of private conversations and training sessions with her
crazy cellmate; the girl named Sue. While her weight remained relatively
constant Selina's biceps increased a full three inches to an astonishing 16
and 1/2 inches of pure intimidating female power.

Selina had never thought of herself as a narcissist but now she was so proud
of her amazing new body she would without hesitation chase her own reflection
into a reflective pond

The Man of Steel never made it to the names of the outfielders because his
dick exploded within a few short seconds of entry. Even so he had never
experienced anything to compare to the sexual bliss Betty Jean had bestowed
upon him in those few short moments. The tender yet powerful flexing of her
vagina engulfed and massaged his pulsating penis causing him to splode much
too quickly.

He attempted to lick and suck on her clit but she pushed him away. He knew not
how else he could reciprocate because he still couldn't last longer than a few
seconds while he was within her. Premature ejaculation had never before been
an issue for Superman until now but now was now and it was embarrassing.

"Ten times in less than twenty minutes, not counting the times you came simply
by rubbing against me, is beyond remarkable. But dude you must work on your
staying power." She had been holding back long enough. Now was the time for
her to truly embarrass the Man of Steel. She lifted the struggling Kryptonian
creep so he was eye-level with one her cameras allowing the viewers to focus
on his reddening face.

"Superman, you really are faster than a speeding bullet." She refrained from
laughing or chuckling or snickering or even smiling. She just leveled a
piteous look of disdain and began to fondle her own private parts. "A girl has
needs too." She winked at the camera.

Early on Superman had made a solemn promise to protect the people of earth
against all manner of disasters both natural, terrorist inspired, or
extraterrestrial invaders. However, the appearance of Bulging Betty had
planted a seed of doubt in Superman's reeling mind. Even though he could feel
his Kryptonian super-powers returning to him he feared it would make no real
difference.

If this female was actually getting bigger and stronger and more powerful
before his very eyes then ... then ... then ... He abandoned the natural
progression of that thought as being too terrible for him to even contemplate.
Superman metaphorically stuck his head up his ass and prayed to his God that
he'd awaken and she'd be gone.

"OH MY GOD!!!!" Tears of unbridled joy filled Bulging Betty's expressive blue
eyes and rolled down her cheeks. "Superman, you've got to believe me when I
tell you this ... it's really fucking GREAT to be me ... while ... I suspect
it must really suck to be you."

Still basking in the afterglow of her self-induced multiple orgasms, Betty,
mostly for her own self- aggrandizement needed to feed her growing narcissism
decided to demonstrate her dominance over Superman yet again.

Awesome Girl subjected the clearly helpless, hapless, humbled, and demoralized
Superman to a perfunctory rear naked choke-hold exerting only minimal
pressure; anymore and she feared she would inadvertently kill the Man of
Squeal on the spot and it was much too soon for that.

The Man of Steel was utterly defenseless; unable to stop her and powerless to
break away from her. He vigorously gripped and squeezed her massive forearms
exerting every ounce of his regenerated Kryptonian super-strength desperately
clawing at her impenetrable forearms and biceps to no avail, leaving not a
bruise nor a scratch. Superman could feel his breath inexorably deserting him.
The mind-numbing fear of death had taken the place of embarrassment because
Superman had finally come to the realization that even if he were regain his
full strength, should this fearless ferocious formidable fearsome fiendish
female femme fatale wish it, she could easily kill him where he stood.

At that moment in time Superman's superpowers had deserted him as quickly as
they had reappeared and he wasn't certain that a quick death might not be
preferable to more pain and more humiliation and more degradation. Superman
rarely contemplated his own death but now his unsettled mind was inexorably
plunging the Kryptonian visitor into a deep feeling of hopeless depression
plummeting him into a dismal bleak pitch-black despair from which he feared
there would be no return.

He was devastated knowing that his now fragile life depended on the whims of
this muscular capricious blonde abomination. His life on earth was most
assuredly coming to an end and with it his tenure as Protector of the Planet
would be nothing more than a memory. Understanding that he would no longer be
able to watch over and protect the good people of earth, people he had sworn
to defend against the unscrupulous evil doers was now in question. This was a
brand-new reality with which Superman could not deal.

He could feel her unusually long diamond hard nipples digging into his back
actually breaking skin. As she applied unfathomable pressure, droplets of
blood dripped down his back all the way to his puckering asshole. B.J. lifted
him off the ground simply because she could and more importantly because she
enjoyed causing and witnessing Superman's anguish.

She squeezed the man's ravaged body breaking his bones and ribs before she
joyously slammed his sorry ass off the ground. He silently remained flat on
his back, arms pointing straight up into the air, a clear sign of head trauma.

The aptly named Awesome Girl giggled as she watched with amusement as the
obviously defeated man tried to stand but only succeeded in churning his gumby
like arms and legs like a helpless upside-down turtle. She laughed so hard she
nearly wet herself.

"Oh ... Why the hell not?" She straddled Superman's prone body, squatted over
him, and actually urinated on the distraught man's chest.

When she lifted him to his feet Superman tried to punch her. However, all he
could manage was several pathetic powerless pusillanimous piddling puny
painfully pitiful paltry punches; punches that resulted in nothing more than
several sad sickly sluggish shockingly sorry-assed soft shamefully stinky
shitty silly sissy-slaps, slaps sans superpowered strength.

Betty Jean smiled inwardly as she contemplated how she could best edit that
portion of the video onto a continuous loop for viewing on You Tube; a perfect
teaser for her soon to be released full length video of the destruction of
Superman. She was already imagining an Awesome Girl Video Game. She was
relatively certain she could convince Superman to sign the required release
forms.

Superman continued to paw and scratch at her impervious self in a courageous
but clearly misguided dreadfully inept attempt to fight back. He had neither
the strength nor the skill nor the will to do otherwise.

The pained but still proud Kryptonian continued with his meager attempts to
resist her, struggling to get free from her, struggling to regain his courage,
struggling to stop the all-encompassing unrelenting pain, struggling to regain
his resolve, struggling to defend his ideals of 'truth, Justice, and the
American way,' struggling to breathe, struggling to no avail.

"It's time for you to give it up little man."

"Never." He mumbled unconvincingly.

"We'll see." She coyly displayed her unflexed right bicep before showing him
her flexed exploding left upper arms.

The unworldly female abomination teased him even further. He could feel the
heat radiating from her naked body pressing against his still hungry pulsing
ready to explode member which she took full advantage of for the umpteenth
time.

Waves and waves and waves of incredible power thundered through the
ever-expanding body of Awesome Girl. Starring down into his tearing eyes she
could feel her body welcoming Superman's immense superpowers, powers that were
slowly but inexorably deserting him and flowing directly into her spectacular
body.

Awesome Girl spotted the wet spot spreading across groin and mischievously
winked at the little dweeb all the while reminiscing about her salad days in
Las Vegas as a well-paid dominatrix. Her size and strength and power were
inexorably materializing before Superman's unbelieving eyes. Never had the Man
of Steel felt more insignificant.

Superman had yet to come to the realization that his inevitable unalterable
dreadful downfall was nearing fruition. Bulging Betty couldn't wait to see the
look of shock and defeat and despair in his eyes when he finally came to fully
accept the complete feeling of hopelessness that awaited him.

For the first time in his life Superman was experiencing severe crippling
anxiety. Anxiety that was exponentially increasing with each passing second.
He felt as if he were leaning back in a straight back chair with only the back
legs of that chair touching the ground. He was fearful that any moment he
would lose his precarious balance imagining he would fall backwards into a
bottomless abyss

"Why are you doing this to me?" A humbled Superman was unable to cope with his
own impotence and he sobbed hysterically. He had ceased to wonder how this
female was able to do to him what she was doing to him. Now he was focusing on
what the Awesome girl would do to him next. Now he was primarily concerned
with the why. If he only knew why, maybe he could dissuade the woman from her
ruthless onslaught.

"Why?" Her deep guttural laugh was maniacal. "Superman, I hate you. In fact, I
detest you. What's more I don't like you very much either." Enjoying her own
bit of wit Betty Jean winked at one of the cameras and snickered
condescendingly before she bitch-slapped Superman so hard the fleshy part of
his cheek skin vibrated uncontrollably as he nearly passed out.

"Not only do I wish to destroy you, I want to repudiate your reputation and
tarnish your legacy. I wish to erase every vestige of your pristine image. I
want to obliterate any positive memory people may have of you."

"Good luck with that." No matter what she did to him he was confident his
legacy and pristine reputation would live on in the minds of the people of
Earth.

"When I reveal my poignant (totally made up) story of my life to the media and
the tabloids detailing how you, Superman, ruthlessly caused the death of my
parents and my baby brother and my twin sisters simply because as a twelve
year-old child I refused to copulate with you.

"Ha." Superman was acting defiant because he knew the people loved and admired
him and they would never believe this female abomination. "No one will believe
you."

"Superman the people of earth will believe me because by then I will have
subjugated you to my will and I will have demonstrated my God like powers over
you and everyone else on planet." She giggled a girlish giggle of triumph.
"When I release the edited version of these tapes you will be vilified
worldwide and I will be enthusiastically cheered by the masses Imagine the
shock and the outrage when I reveal to the public how I was dumped into the
wretched foster care system for no reason because of you."

"When I chronicle my many years of dedicated workouts; visa vie nearly twelve
years of exercise and weight training and body building and the study of all
of the martial-arts disciplines, developing the skills and the muscles and the
strength I would need to confront you, they will understand my motives and
admire my resolve."

"When I reveal to the media a false tale of how a devastated but determined
self-made young girl's passion for vengeance was finally realized. I will be
universally adored by the masses and you will be hated and pilloried. When I'm
done eviscerating your mind and your body, you will not be pitied. You will be
vilified, hated by the masses. Imagine the reaction of your fans when they see
videos of this night; your ultimate defeat and your appalling shameful
groveling."

"Should I wish it you will be revealed to be nothing more than a slow-witted,
slow-minded useless drain on society. I will strip you naked, shackle your
hands to your ankles, and I will parade you around the country in disgrace.
You will hear the crowds emulate Game of Thrones inspired chanting .... shame,
shame, shame ... as you are spat upon. Then again, I may have another even
more demeaning fate planned for you and your friends." Awesome Girl giggled
aloud enjoying herself a little too much. "I'll keep you posted."

"More importantly when I reveal to the citizens of the world the full extent
of my extraordinary uber-powers, they will not only adore me they will fear me
... just as you do."

"Superman, only you and I will ever know the real truth, will ever know that
the scenario I am putting forth is a load of pure unadulterated crap. Only we
will ever know it to be an elaborate fabrication but everyone will know how I
dominated you and how I subjugated you to my will." She smiled coquettishly.
"Superman, if you really want to know why I'm doing this to you, I will tell
you but you're not going to like it"

"You might remember that you actually were solely responsible for the
incarceration of both of my parents, not they didn't deserve it. You rounded
up the remaining members of my extended family and claimied they had committed
or were about to commit terrorist acts."

"The why is simple ... it's because I don't like you. I never have and I never
will. When I was a young child, I really was dumped into the foster care
system partially because of your total disregard for the disadvantaged young
child left parentless who was eventually confined to a care-facility, a
boarding house for "troubled children." She double hammer fisted him atop his
head.

"it was a horrible place for a child, a place run by sadistic despicable
civil-servants, a place where I was forced to live out most of my teen and
pre-teen years as a lonely unloved, and sexually abused child. The saving
grace for me is this ... when the press and the media research my background
they will discover that I actually did spend countless years in that facility
and they will assume the rest of my bullshit story to be true."

"As an overly developed sixteen-year-old girl I had had enough." She flexed
her entire muscle packed body just to remind Superman just how overly
developed she was. "I killed two guards with my bare hands before I physically
raped the warden with a large pointy trophy ironically proclaiming her to be
the civil-servant of the year. Not surprisingly because of its configuration
the trophy hurt much more coming out of her then it did when going in."

"I left, leaving the loathsome sobbing warden and her bleeding rectum curled
up in the fetal position. I stole her money and her car and escaped that
horrible place eventually settling down in Las Vegas where I worked as a
stripper, a prostitute, and eventually as a very successful dominatrix; as you
can imagine I developed a passion for it.

"Fuck you." She unexpectedly double-hammer-fisted the back of his head again.
"I have always resented and detested you not only because you sent that
despicable collection of scofflaws to prison but because you are a fucking
fraud. What I resent most about you Superman is the supercilious snooty
scornful superior goody-two-shoes persona you have falsely manufactured for
yourself."

"Even as a pre-teen I believed that if I were ever given the chance ... I
could dominate you ... I would dominate you ... and now I have dominated you
... and I will continue to dominate you." She punctuated her little diatribe
by saying ... "Superman, in case you haven't guessed yet my Merriam Webster's
Word of the day calendar is dominate ... DOMINATE = to rule - to control -
having supremacy and preeminence over ... that sounds about right. Right?"

As if to emphasize her point she once again lifted the demoralized sagging
Superman over her head and held him in place until she felt his actual tears
dripping down onto her shoulder.

"I so wanted to grow up to be big enough and strong enough to cause you
serious pain because I knew I would relish hearing the sound of your voice
begging for me to stop shoving the damn trophy up your ass as I did to the
head mistress. Your cushy privileged life experiences won't permit you to
understand how much my hurting you pleases me. Just like the bitch warden who
had enjoyed torturing me I wanted you to suffer. I understood how much I would
enjoy watching your squirming, suffering, sniveling. simpering, sobbing self."
For no reason she flexed again. "You know what? It's even better and more
satisfying than I imagined."

"But ... I ... Err." Betty Jean delivered a forceful slap to Superman's head
followed by a wicked back handed blow to his face, silencing him.

"Shut up, you namby-pamby sissy-boy." Betty Jean was running out of derogatory
names to call him, so she slapped him again. "Don't presume to interrupt me."

"Where was I ... Oh yeah." She double hammer-fisted him across the back of his
head some more again, dropping him to his knees for the umpteenth time. "Hey
Superman, you look natural on your knees. When you were young were you a sissy
boy or an altar boy or just a full-blown faggot.

"I dedicated myself to developing my body and my fighting skills
twenty-four-seven. I searched through all of the religious texts and prayed to
every God and Goddess I could find. I knew I was destined to render the mighty
Superman helpless ... more importantly I knew that torturing you would be ...
hell-a-fun ... for me." She made a mental note reminding her of the importance
of editing the tapes of this night.

"then I fortuitously met a special woman in prison, a woman who albeit
unknowingly taught me how I could realize my dream of world domination. My
prayers had been answered." Betty raised her clasped hands to the heavens. "I
only wish I knew which of the Gods I should be thanking."

"You are so finished super wimp." The narcissistic blonde giantess released
her vice like grip and quickly flexed her mighty biceps before leveling a
barrage of rapid fire left and right hooks to his already devastated body.

In the beginning every time Bulging Betty struck Superman her fists recoiled
from the pain as she connected with his invincible, invulnerable, impenetrable
iron-hard body ... but not anymore ... Now that her continuous onslaught of
superpowered rat-a-tat piston-like traumatizing punches had collapsed his once
muscular body into a deteriorating quivering disgusting mushy blob of goo her
ferocious flying fists embedded themselves into his flabby body.

When she hit him, she no longer felt any pain at all, but he did. Now when she
hit him, she could feel air deserting him as his abdominal muscles collapsed
inward. She left countless yellowish, brownish, blueish, and reddish bruises
all over his body. She stepped back and admired her handiwork which engendered
ecstatic pleasure.

"Superman, you belong to me; bruises and all." She cackled. "Maybe later you
and I can count them together, connect the dots."

She wondered when super wimp would figure it out. She had already provided him
with enough clues. When she suggested to him that she was getting bigger and
stronger and he wasn't he should have put it together.

She knew he had noticed but when would he notice that his muscles were
beginning to atrophied. She was beginning to understand that along with his
diminished physicality he might be suffering from cognitive recognition ...
She snickered aloud suspecting possible brain damage.

"Superman?" She snapped her fingers in his face. "How slow are you?" She
laughed and played to the cameras. "I think you may be suffering from ...
drain bamage."

When would the diminished Man of Steel put it all together and take notice of
his ever-diminishing physique? She really wanted to capture the moment of
realization on camera but she didn't want to tell him outright ... better if
he were to figure it out for himself.

Betty Jean wasn't really surprised by how much she was enjoying kicking
Superman's Kryptonian ass from here to Sunday, so she maliciously continued to
do just that, pummeling the clearly defeated, demoralized, and distressed
male's already battered, bruised, beaten, and bleeding face as well as his
pathetically soft, sagging, shuddering body.

Now she was concentrating on pounding his lower back, his kidneys, and his
liver before she brutally and spitefully began to smash her fists into his
muscular thighs, and his forearms, pounding his biceps and shoulders until
they hung uselessly at his sides.

"Betty ... Bulging Betty." He corrected himself. "Please stop - you have won -
you have humbled and defeated me ... Please stop hurting me ... I am helpless
...Please." He begged her without shame. He knew not what else he could do.

"Well, well ... 'Never' ... has arrived sooner than you anticipated ... hasn't
it?" She relished reminding him of his earlier pronouncement.

What Bulging Betty enjoyed most relative to her unquestioned dominance was
knowing that Superman had finally come to his senses accepting his unrelenting
punishment as a naughty child might accept chastisement from a parent or a
parent.

There was nothing he could do to stop her ... nothing he could ever do to stop
her ... nothing anyone could do to stop her spectacular metamorphosis ...
abso-fucking-lutely ... nothing ... Superman finally understood and accepted
the fact that he had unquestionably been thoroughly defeated by this impudent
all-powerful goddess-like creature.

The amazing Amazing Girl forced her hand into his shorts and began to massage
his flaccid but still massive Kryptonian cock. She gently kneaded his
unresponsive penis, energetically stroked his dick before squeezing and
forcefully jerking his massive malleable member which remained soft.

"How wonderful." She laughed with snarky satisfaction. "I've taken your
manhood."

The beleaguered Man of Steel was finally coming to the realization that each
time this relentless female grasped and squeezed, and/or enveloped his body
with her mighty arms and strong hands or punished him with her unrelenting
powerful, potent, piston like punches, her body seemed to grow to nothing
short of gargantuan in stature.

She was actually getting taller, wider, stronger, more muscular, more
intimidating, haughtier, more contemptuous of him ... or could there be
something else afoot ... something even more sinister ... he wanted to dismiss
the possibility as something too terrible for him to even contemplate. He was
beginning to believe that her obsession with swallowing his seaman might have
somehow fueled her incomprehensible muscle growth. Maybe assimilating his DNA
was a catalyst for her super-powered development.

"Take a look around, Superman." She seated him on a dinning room chair
directly in front of the full-length mirror, forcing him to look at her
magnificence while at the same time himself. He was devastated by the
contrast, by what he was seeing because what he saw was a clearly defeated
man; a man without hope.

He saw a magnificent gargantuan female body standing behind him flexing her
fabulous female form exuding supreme confidence. He saw thick snake like veins
creeping along her upper arms ready to explode. He saw the most beautiful
woman he had ever seen, possibly the most beautiful woman to have ever walked
the face of the earth. Superman was witnessing a veritable goddess gleefully
radiating absolute power.

"Superman, surely you can see the limitless power that is my body. I feel as
if I can move mountains with my bare hands; maybe even a well-directed strong
exhale would do the trick." As if to prove a point she flexed one more time,
orgasming as she pictured herself ripping a massive mountain from the ground,
lifting it into the air, and effortlessly hurling it into the nearest body of
water or maybe into space.

"Do you like what you see?"

"No, he mumbled." In stark contrast he saw his own image, an image of a
completely demoralized, dominated, disheveled, and defeated man, a man with
despair written all over his sullen face ... in capital letters.

"Superman, can you even envision any scenario in which you will ever be able
to defeat me?" Clark Kent realized he was no longer a Superman. He was no
longer Kal-El, son of Jor-El. He was no longer the Man of Steel. He was no
longer a Kryptonian Superhero and he was no longer the self-anointed protector
of the masses.

"No." He bowed his head acknowledging his unconditional defeat. "I really
can't." Even as Superman heard his words, he maintained a thread of hope, hope
that Truth, Justice, and the American way would prevail in the end.

"Superman, the look on your face ..." Bulging Betty let her words trail off as
she flexed and flexed and flexed some more while she performed yet another
double bicep pose designed to further depress an already depressed Superman.
As her upper arms erupted like miraculous mighty morphing muscles, muscles
well beyond imagination. She saw rivers of tears dripping down his cheeks.

"Superman, you look as if you just learned your pet dog Krypto was killed by a
female kitten."

Superman was barely able to move a muscle, raise a finger or even wiggle a
toe. He was little more than a woeful whining, wailing, whimpering, weeping
pathetic pitiful pleading paperweight.

He was barely able to move which left him little to do but think. So, he began
to search for an explanation; what did he know?

He knew that this woman was bigger, faster, and stronger than he ... What he
didn't know was why he was no longer impervious to pain ... He was beginning
to believe the laser beam might be responsible. If that were the case what
could it possibly have to do with this ruthless bicep blessed bitch who was
kicking his ass at will. Lois had been enhanced physically. Could the beam
have somehow reduced him, robbed him of some of his physical gifts?

Was it possible that Lois may have absorbed his power and strength? Was it
unreasonable for him to hope that she might come to his rescue? Intellectually
he understood the likelihood that any of that was nil.

Superman's mind and body had been weakened, weakened completely. Thoughts of
his ultimate defeat consumed his very being. He was ashamed to admit it to
himself but he feared that there was no chance of him ever defeating her or
even escaping from her.

As Superman's depression worsened, he averted his eyes from the mirror,
pretending what was happening to him wasn't, what had already happened to him
hadn't, and what was about to happen to him wouldn't.

Without warning Bulging Betty's power-packed legs began to noticeably tremble
and shudder beneath her as her massive body began to explode uncontrollably
expanding her dimensions to preposterous cartoonish proportions, proportions
that her frame seemed unable to accommodate. It appeared as if someone was
inflating a balloon, a balloon that seemed ready to burst.

She began to fear that her body was incapable of supporting her massive muscle
assimilation. Her body's rate of absorption was increasing exponentially with
every passing moment. Bulging Betty began to noticeably shudder, shiver,
spasm, shake. She stumbled forward before collapsing unconscious in a
quivering heap of undulating muscle at Superman's feet.

Simultaneous with her collapse, the Man of Steel began to feel feint. With
every passing moment his body seemed to be shrinking in direct proportion to
her expanding muscular body. He could feel a darkness descending over him as
the blood rushed from his head, a darkness that was a precursor to him being
plummeted into a state of oblivion. He had collapsed into a quiet stupor
before finally slipping into a dream like state.

Within a period of less than five minutes Superman had arisen from his
stupefaction feeling super, filled with explosive energy, reinvigorated by the
return of his Kryptonian strength. The mighty Man of Steel could feel his
superpowers brimming within. Superman wanted to shout to the heavens and he
did.

"Baby I'm back."

When Superman saw his ruthless tormentor lying flat on her back, still
unconscious. He wasted no time. Without giving it a serious thought, he
abandoned all Kryptonian tenets of fair play. He pounced on her inert helpless
form with vengeance in his heart. He reigned a myriad of devastating bone
shattering punches and elbow strikes, powerful and vicious kicks and knee
drops as well as double-hammer fists down onto the body of his ruthless
merciless tormentor, demolishing her pretty face and breaking her body bone by
bone. Along with his pride his Superpowers had been restored; Truth, Justice,
and the American Way would prevail in the end.

Even though there is no corresponding word for 'revenge' in the Kryptonian
language or in its culture Superman somehow felt completely justified exacting
his own personal revenge on this ruthless human abomination.

Superman continued to unrelentingly pummel her with lightning-bolt like
strikes with each of his fits and his elbows and his knees. He found himself
concentrating on destroying her pretty face; the face that had unremittingly
teased him and mocked him and taunted him as she had condescendingly smirked
at him, demeaning him solely for her own personal self-aggrandizement. A face
that by then resembled an unappetizing plate of shredded and ground-up raw
hamburger meat piled high and smothered with oozing ketchup.

His massive erection was pulsating with anticipation as he tried to decide
whether he should permanently disfigure this woman, cripple her or simply kill
her, kill her a lot. He decided that a quick death would be too good for her
and he contemplated fucking her inert body. He decided that the first two
options would have to do.

He had already disfigured the woman's once pretty face beyond all recognition
and repair so he settled for condemning her to a life as quadra-pelagic
destined to eat all of her future meals thru a straw. Hatred for the ruthless
woman consumed him, suddenly he had a new lease on life and from now on he
knew his personality would change ... No more Mister Nice Guy.

Superman who just a few moments earlier had given up all hope of ever
achieving happiness again; unable to envision a scenario that would lead to
what he was now experiencing, feelings that were well beyond ecstasy;
something akin to blissful elation, something approaching rapture, something
he should be ashamed of but wasn't. He knew that he would eventually ass-rape
the blonde amazon.

His feelings of blissful elation were suddenly tempered when he realized he
was in pain. He was certain he had broken both of his elbows at the biceps
brachii joint as well as countless bones in his hands. He inspected his
bleeding knuckles and was filled with dread.

"What the hell are you doing little man?" She brushed Superman aside with her
mammoth right arm and pulled him to his feet. This was the moment she had been
waiting for ... the moment Superman would finally fully understand his dismal
destiny ...

They were both standing, facing each other, sort of. He looked up and up and
up at Bulging Betty in awe. He was embarrassed to be starring directly into an
area well below her belly button. That's when he realized how much bigger and
taller and how much more muscular Bulging Betty had become; she was beyond
magnificent in every way imaginable.

"Clark, I thought we had a mutual understanding ... me big, you not .... me
strong, you not ... me indestructible, you puny ... delusions of grandeur no
longer suit you."

She rested her huge hands on Superman's shoulders, gently lifted him off his
feet, and turned him one hundred eighty degrees to face the full-length
mirror. She wanted him to see his own pathetic self up close and personal.

He refused to believe what he was seeing in the mirror was real, because what
he was seeing in that mirror was incomprehensible, the very antithesis of
real.

Superman saw what appeared to be a three-foot tall child with his own gaunt
face staring back at him. He was wearing an oversized Superman uniform, a
uniform that hung loosely around his shoulders with his tights billowing, his
pant legs dragging on the floor obscuring his bare feet. While he was passed
out the Man of Steel had shrunk at least three additional feet in height. He
was now less than half his normal size, half a man. She on the other hand had
grown, not only in height but in musculature definition and density.

"Back from where super-shrimp?" Her derisive laughter cut deep and he tried to
divert his attention away from the mirror, his puny self, and Betty's imposing
unworldly physique.

Superman had been a dream state; a delusional dream that had seemed so real to
him probably because he had wanted it to be. He managed to look around the
room at the furniture which now appeared to be changing shape, getting larger
and larger. That's when Superman finally realized and accepted the utter
hopelessness of his situation. Not only was this big blonde woman getting
bigger and stronger, he was actually shrinking proportionately, getting
smaller and weaker by the moment; of that there was no longer any doubt.

"Super-shrimp versus Awesome Girl." She executed a perfect front lateral
spread, a pose that highlighted every muscle group in her ever-increasing
extraordinary body. "Do you get it yet?" She looked down contemptuously at the
clearly beaten demoralized bloody still steadily shrinking little ... Man of
Steel

"Take a closer look at Awesome Girl and try using your brain." Using her index
finger, she gently poked him on the side of his head. "Let's figure this out
together, shall we?" She clapped her huge hands together. "I'm considerably
taller than when we first met ... I'm considerably bigger than when we first
met ... More muscular than when you first arrived at my condo ... I'm
considerably stronger and more powerful than the naked girl you were hoping to
seduce." She condescendingly patted him on top of his head before punching him
in the nose again. "Have you figured it out yet?"

Superman was finally beginning to accept what had happened to him, what was
happening to him, and what he feared was about to happen.

Superman was terrified by the reality of his plight. If he were truthful with
himself, he would admit he had known what was happening all along but couldn't
accept it. He craned his neck way back in order to look-up and up and up at
the muscular blonde's triumphant disdainful smirk. He knew it was game over
not only for him but likely for humankind as well. When her metamorphosis was
complete and her super powers were fully developed Superman feared this female
abomination would rule the world with a callous uncaring iron fist.

Betty Jean stood over him and looked down at the diminished superhero with
obvious contempt. She arrogantly mimicked his iconic power stance, hands on
hips with her legs spread apart; legs that resembled giant oak trees.

She ripped off his pants and his red, white, and blue undies before sliding
his iconic uniform top over his boney shoulders exposing his shrunken chest.
She fondled his little boy penis until it grew to just under four inches in
length. She laughed before using her thumb and index finger to jerk him off
one last time. She held him in place as he struggled to get away from her. She
didn't even consider lapping up his pitiful discharge. She graciously handed
the naked little guy a child's Superman Halloween costume.

"Here, try this on little 'boy'." When she saw him hesitating, she screamed at
his helpless self ... "NOW."

The all-powerful giantess was already bored with teasing her diminutive
disgraced, dwarfish doofus. While she was more than exhilarated with and
thrilled by her absolute supremacy over the once strongest man to the world,
she was beginning to realize that after what she had already done to him, the
man had been so diminished that what she was doing now meant nothing. Any
normal human being, even one possessing less than average strength could
dominate this, weakened, diminished, shrunken, and completely defeated
three-foot tall piece of shit.

Awesome Girl was compelled, obsessively compelled to display her
incomprehensible strength, flaunt her muscular body not only for the shrinking
little Man of Squeal or to the hidden cameras but also for her own
self-aggrandizement. The narcissism lurking within Betty Jean dictated that
she showoff some more and perform another feat of strength. She stretched out
her long muscular arms and grabbed both ends of the sofa and began to squeeze
it from both ends like an accordion.

The sofa turned out to be much more than just a sofa, it was a 600-pound
hide-a-bed consisting of a heavy metal frame and extra-strength thick dense
springs and a queen-sized mattress, as well as the cushions and the materials
of the actual sofa. B.J. held the convertible-bed at arm's length and squeezed
using only a fraction of her strength compressed the sofa-bed down to an
unidentifiable piece of junk about the size of a standard Rubik's cube; such
was her power and her strength.

'Superman - here - catch this ... if you can." She flung the tiny compressed
600-pound cube at the physically diminished Superman who stumbled backwards as
he managed to catch and hold onto the object with both hands. He was barely
able to clutch the cube against his tiny chest for the shortest of moments.
His legs buckled as his arms trembled from holding a mere six hundred pounds.
He dropped the cube to the ground with a resounding thud.

"Oh shit." The three-foot tall superhero muttered under his breath. "Oh shit."
He knew he was a smaller much weaker version of his former self but now he
realized how weak he really was." The realization that his less than
three-foot self could barely hold six-hundred pounds aloft had rendered the
once strongest man in the world speechless and to coin a new word strong-less.

Superman was finally ready admitting to himself what he had refused to believe
yet knew was true, what his mind dismissed as too terrible to even
contemplate. It was now undeniable, abundantly clear to Superman that the
amazing Awesome Girl was continuing to somehow siphon away most if not all of
his strength absorbing everything unto herself. His muscles had atrophied, and
his superpowers had all but disappeared. Well, his powers hadn't really
disappeared because he knew they now resided in the body of Awesome Girl.

He would learn later that his DNA had acted as an accelerant in the absorption
process and now Betty Jean had somehow maturated into something completely
new, something unprecedent, something destined to evolve into the most
dominant species on Earth maybe even the Universe, something unstoppable,
something to be feared.

Perfecting the ability to absorb another's strength and power and their unique
essence hadn't come easily to the bemused blonde beast but now it was second
nature to her. Bulging Betty was employing a technique she had secretly
gleaned from spying and eavesdropping on her clueless unknowing cellmates,
Catwoman and Mr. Leach's only daughter, a girl named Sue.

"Superman, it's time for you to get over yourself." As the all-conquering
Bulging Betty continued to gleefully watch Superman shrinking away to nothing,
she was unable to keep from laughing with unmitigated triumphant joy.

"Superman ... Have you ever thought of yourself as inconsequential?" She rose
to her full height and flexed her muscles harder than she ever had before.
Awesome Girl watched as her biceps exploded to incomprehensible heights,
biceps that were already taller than he.

"By now you recognize that I'm Awesome Girl, your superior in every fucking
way imaginable. I'm bigger, faster, stronger, much bigger, much stronger than
you, and that's only the beginning because even as we speak, I'm still getting
bigger, faster, and stronger and you know what ... you're not ... In fact,
it's abundantly clear to me and to you, your puny self is experiencing the
polar opposite. You are heading in the opposite direction, growing smaller,
weaker and yes, maybe even a little dumber."

"Tee-hee-hee ..." The most-hugest, most-proudest female on earth offered a
surprisingly girlish laugh. "I wonder how that could have happened." Her silly
high-pitched laugh signaled complete triumph. "Dude ... the process seems to
be accelerating exponentially." She flexed her biceps yet again. "Can you feel
it?"

"An unexpected benefit for me, in addition to absorbing all of your physical
gifts I am also absorbing your knowledge and your capacity to learn." She
moved to her bedroom and returned wearing a pair of eye glasses. "Do I look
smarter to you?"

"Superman, do you realize that when I explore the galaxies, I can absorb the
power of the strongest aliens and then I will truly be the undisputed MISTESS
OF THE UNIVERSE.

Several times in the past week the sexy muscular blonde had visited local
health clubs. She seduced many of the most buff guys and the hottest girls in
the health clubs inviting them to her condo. As she touched and kissed them,
she was draining them and transferring their strength and beauty to herself.
It had been so easy for her, being beautiful and all, but it had been far less
satisfying than she had hoped.

Even though Betty Jean had managed to easily drain a personal trainer, several
weightlifters, gorgeous fit girls, and a bunch of body builders, among others,
down to a virtual numb. She disposed of them as one would an old broken toy.
Her muscle growth, while significant, had been a little disappointing to her.
She had expected more, wanted more, needed more. Her pathological appetite for
power was insatiable and her obsessive need for more was dominating her every
thought.

Draining Superman of his powers had been ridiculously easy for her. All she
had to do was hold his hand, suck his dick and wallah; she strong - he weak -
she big - he not.

In addition, draining and absorbing Superman's superpowers was much more
satisfying than her experiences with normal humans. Consuming Superman's power
was orgasmic in its intensity but slow to achieve. Betty felt unimaginable
powerful surges slowly flowing into and through her ever-growing muscular
body.

She felt as if she were an active volcano as her muscles erupted unabated.
Power cursed through her veins and Betty Jean's extraordinary growth was
clearly visible as her impossibly peaked biceps continued to erupt from her
upper arms, rising up to and well beyond the desired 50" of hard steel.

She was constantly demonstrating her unbelievable strength and power further
demoralizing the uncomprehending, disempowered, and mortified Man of Steel.
Betty Jean was cementing in the humbled superhero's mind the futility of even
contemplating resistance or even escape.

Superman as well as every member of the Justice League had heard the seemingly
apocryphal stories and rumors revolving around an ostensibly fictitious
made-up character known as Mr. Leach; an individual, who, it was said, had the
ability to absorb the strength, power, and muscle from opponents simply by
touching them, rendering that foe helpless, if not dead.

Superman had never given any credence to those stories which were too terrible
to even contemplate. Until now that is ... Clearly this big blonde bicep
blessed bitch had somehow learned the secret of muscle absorption and muscle
transfer and even muscle enhancement.

"Superman ... feel my strength." As she flexed her huge right bicep the
shrunken Superman dutifully watched in amazement filled with trepidation as
her muscles bunched up and inexorably rose higher and higher stretching her
tight supple skin ... resembling unfettered rolling bowling balls trying to
escape from her taut upper arms.

"Feel them." She screamed at him.

He reached high and tentatively lay one hand and then the other on top of her
impossibly peaked right bicep. Feeling its steel like hardness he began to
weep uncontrollably because he understood that what he was feeling rightfully
belonged to him.

Amazing Girl had stollen his Kryptonain gifts, gifts that had been his
birthright. Superman's muscles and power had always been his to wield and
command and now he was without them. If he still wanted to live, he would
forever be her subservient shrunken slave. Even worse he understood that soon
the entire world would be subservient to her.

"Come on wimp. Use two of those tiny hands if you must." She giggled knowing
the shrunken dwarf could never fully encompass her bicep. No matter how many
tiny hands he used he could never even come close.

"Up, up, and away." Betty reached down with her right hand and easily plucked
the now way less than three-foot-tall ... 'not very super'... superman, up to
her eye level. Until that moment the erstwhile Man of Steel hadn't fully
realized just how much she had already shrunken him, how much she had taken
away from him.

One saving grace, Superman's healing powers were working some. He had
recovered somewhat from seeing his own disturbing image in the mirror. His
physical pains had ben lessened some but his height and weight and strength
continued to desert him.

"Now, what the hell shall I do with you little man?" Her muscular body was
pulsating with indescribable power; multiple orgasms were now the norm for her
... not just multiple, but insanely intense.

"Please Betty ..." She squeezed a little harder reminding him ...

"Oh ... Yes ... Sorry ... I mean ... Bulging Betty." He stammered
subserviently as he continued to wither away. Even when she stopped squeezing,
he continued to shrink. "Please stop. What more do you want from me? You're
already the strongest woman on the planet."

"Strongest person." She corrected.

"Yes, of course, my bad ... Strongest person." A humbled and still shrinking
Superman averted his eyes from his undisputed conqueror. "Please stop
shrinking me. Leave me some stature, leave me some strength so I can continue
to protect the citizens of my adopted planet; as little as 5% would likely be
enough." He begged her. "You know I could never be a threat to your omnipotent
power."

"NO!! NO!!! NO!!!! Why the hell would I?" She flippantly flipped the tiny man
high into the air, catching him with her other hand. "Punishing you and
diminishing you and hearing you deliciously beg for mercy is the whole point
of this ... Live with it wimp."

"Please ..."

"No way ... not now ... not never." Simulating an actual slap, B.J. flicked
his cheek with her pinky finger drawing just a hint of blood. She continued to
juggle him from hand to hand tossing him higher and higher each time

"I will not stop ... no stopping ... not until you are nothing but a distant
memory." But then she began to consider the possibilities of owning a
miniature Superman. "At least not yet." She added. Her maniacal laughter was
less than encouraging. "I might have other plans for you, after all."

The giant women mischievously wrapped one of her long fingers around
Superman's neck and throat. She slightly bent that finger, squeezing just hard
enough to take his breath away. Betty Jean laughed some more clearly enjoying
the incongruity of this current scenario envisioning a Tabloid headline; big
woman strangles tiny man with one finger; film at eleven.

Bulging Betty was running out of interesting things to do with him, so she
held the diminished man upside down between her thumb and forefinger. The now
18" tall less than twenty-pound Superman screamed like a frightened little
child when the giantess used her long warm wet tongue to lick his tiny body
from head to toe.

Still using only her index finger and her thumb she held Superman upside down
by his tiny calves and ankles before deep-throating the little man head first
all the way down to his waist and further. When he opened his eyes, he saw her
uvula hanging directly in front of him. Using both his left and right hands he
punched her saliva producing organ as hard as he could as if it were a
punching bag. He continued to rat-a-tat the fleshy lobe until she finally
removed the wheezing gagging puny, pint-sized, picayune from her mouth;
licking him once again from head to toe. Suddenly he for no apparent reason,
other than to make her laugh, started kicking his tiny legs. If she had even
felt his punches, she didn't give him the satisfaction of knowing.

"Damn, that was fun." Betty Jean smacked her lips together savoring the sweaty
salty taste. She briefly considered using the now less than 18" tall
Kryptonian as a human dildo but decided that would amount to nothing more than
an unsatisfying ... icky, sticky, quickie ... which would be a great title for
the worst county song ever.

"Superman, I've decided that a quick death would be to good for you. By the
time I'm finished with your sorry self, you will be in a state of perpetual
terror fearing anything and everything that moves and I mean everything ...
fleeing from those pesky ever-present nasty rats will consume your every
thought. That will be the norm for you. You will even be petrified by cute
cuddly cotton-tailed bunny rabbits as well as little kittens ... most anything
with teeth and an appetite."

She presented him with another tiny Superman custom she had liberated from a
one-foot tall action figure statue. She flipped the tiny Superman into the air
several times and vigorously clapped her hands together before catching him.
If she had miss-timed even one of her claps Superman would have been reduced
to nothing more than unidentifiable spot of mushy gelatinous, gory, gooey
greasy gunk affixed to the palms of her hands.

She began to assess what her new powers meant to her and what they would mean
to an unsuspecting world. She now possessed all of the superpowers that had
once belonged to Superman who until now had been the mightiest being on the
planet. Unfortunately for the rest of the unsuspecting citizens of earth
Awesome Girl undeniably possessed all of Superman's unworldly superpowers, she
would always be lacking his pesky compassion.

Awesome Girl now possessed the combined strength of several million humans and
counting, just as he once had. More importantly she would never be subject to
the ill effects of Kryptonite poisoning; she was truly invulnerable.

Bulging Betty now enjoyed Superman's super vision and super hearing which
proffered her the opportunity to eavesdrop and snoop willy-nilly on most
anyone in the world which would likely be informative, as well as hell-a-fun.

Betty Jean had acquired the Kryptonian creep's freeze breath and his
super-heat-vision which allowed her to emit fiery optic blasts. Estimates
varied, but previous blasts were purported to have reached temperatures
between 5,000,000 to 50,000,000 degrees. Such a blast would be able to
incinerate anything in its path. From 500 miles away she was capable of
heating a target to millions of degrees in less than a second ... She had read
up on Superman's powers on Wikipedia; which meant it had to be true. She was
now the most lethal weapon on the planet maybe even in the universe and when
the time was right Bulging Betty would post that entry to Wikipedia herself.

As an added bonus Betty Jean now possesses Superman's Kryptonian brain power,
making her the most intelligent, intuitive, and knowledgeable being on the
planet ... and she was cute too.

Putting the proverbial icing on the cake Betty Jean was not only impervious to
pain, she was omnipotent; all powerful and indestructible maybe even immortal
and she could fly.

Big Betty now possessed unlimited power and she knew it and unlike the
Kryptonian creep she would never be reticent to use it on anyone or anything
at any time. In short, the girl was a world-class badass chick ready to assume
her rightful place in the Universe as ... the Mistress of the World ... or
some such thing.

However, no amount of adulation would ever completely satisfy Betty Jean's
pathological growing level of narcissism and her unquenchable thirst for
unconditional love and respect ... but that didn't mean she wasn't going to
try.

She refocused her attention on the vanquished tiny little Superman, estimating
the poor excuse of a man to be just a tad over one foot tall; maybe fifteen
pounds. She was easily more than a billion times stronger than anyone on earth
(Supergirl not withstanding) and at least a thousand billion times stronger
than Superman; he knew it, she knew it, and soon the entire world would know
of it

With hubris showing Bulging Betty proudly began to enlightened the shrunken
superman of her plans for world domination and the subjugation of the citizens
of earth.

"Listen up ... you little turd." Betty had raised her voice just enough to
frighten him some more again. "In a few minutes I intend to pay your little
cousin a LITTLE visit and I will double my strength and my power ... not that
I need it." Betty Jean laughed as she emphasized the word little. "I
understand that the mighty Maid of Might has superpowers equal to yours and
some pretty big muscles of her own."

"At least for now. Right?" She giggled girlishly.

That's when she threw the little 'man of squeal' out of her condo, depositing
the weeping little imp on the grounds of her gated community.

"I don't really know why I'm setting you free but in a moment I will." She
lifted him into her left hand and silently glowered at him. "However, I have a
caveat. You must stay out of my way. You must not reveal yourself to anyone
nor shall you relate anything that pertains to me or your shrinkage. Superman,
you know I have a particular set of skills that I will use on you and your
circle of friends."

Awesome Girl began to laugh as she paraphrased Liam Neesom's silique in the
film Taken ... "Skills that I have acquired ... skills that make me a
nightmare for you ... if you cross me, I will look for ... I will find you ...
and I will kill you. Understand."

He silently nodded his assent.

Just to demonstrate how big a bitch she could be she lay down on the grass
blocking Superman from moving forward by whimsically placing her massive
crooked arm directly in front and alongside the terrified shrunken little man.
She was forcing the 13" tall Man of Steel to look up at her peaked now 58"
bicep that was more than four times his current height.

"Damn you!" Superman screamed at her. "Is there no end to your cruelty?"

"Apparently not, little man."

When he reached up and grabbed at her arm she tensed up and flexed her muscle
which seemed to rise another couple of inches.

He felt her rock-hard bicep and forearm encircling him and he was unable to
make the slightest dent in her muscles. He was incapable of moving forward or
sideways or even gain purchase. He dropped to his knees in total subjugation
and began to openly weep; yet another embarrassing moment for the Kryptonian
guardian of the planet to endure.

"Bye-bye Super Wimp." She removed her arm from his path, nudged him forward,
and gently flicked her index finger against his backside sending the wee
woozy, whining, weeping, worthless, whimpering wussy weakling wobbly
vulnerable homunculus staggering a hundred yards or more across the grassy
field into the bushes.

Once he was removed from the dominating presence of Bulging Betty, Superman
decided to stop feeling sorry for himself and weigh his options. Which hadn't
taken him long because that's when reality jumped up and slapped him across
his tiny little face much like a catholic nun catching an altar boy adjusting
his junk in church.

When he began to consider his limited options, a deep dark depression
descended over the 13" tall 15-pound Superman because other than joining a
circus nothing came to mind except maybe approaching Disney World for a job at
... 'It's a Small Small World' venue.

The sulking shriveling shrunken Superman began to think about
self-preservation and swiftly surveyed his immediate surroundings, quickly
assessing the ground on which he stood; no bunnies or kittens or rats were
evident but plenty of birds, worms and large bugs were, each a possible
predator, each seemingly eyeing him suspiciously, each of them seemingly
licking their collective chops. He picked up a discarded rusty two-inch-long
sewing needle which seemed surprisingly light to him.

Judging by the ease with which he wielded said needle he had apparently
retained some semblance of his super strength. Why not he thought ... It's a
well-known fact that an ordinary little ant can carry up to 50 times its own
body weight and run 800 times its body length in less than a minute; he must
remember to avoid them, give them a wide berth.

Bulging Betty had ruthlessly snuffed out Superman's purpose for living and the
13" tall Superman couldn't think of a good reason or any reason for that
matter why he should continue to exist. Nevertheless, he intended to use the
needle as a weapon should it become necessary for his survival.

Maybe something unexpected, something good would happen to him ... maybe the
shrinkage wasn't permanent ... maybe someday things would turnaround ... Maybe
someday one of Earth's other Superheroes would come to his rescue and restore
his former self. Superman realized he was postulating a hell of lot of maybes
... but like those plucky little ants ... he had high hopes.

At least for the moment Superman found it within himself to actually laugh at
his current predicament; maybe the Man of Steel had lost his superpowers but
at least for now he possessed super-ant-powers which would have to do, at
least for now.

Curiosity had finally gotten the best of the Man of Steel, so he took a quick
peak at his shrunken genitals. He was less than happy. For the first time that
day he thought about his lovely wife, Lois Lane, and began to cry
uncontrollably. Superman was still concerned about her sudden muscle growth
but was hoping for the best.

However, putting that aside, he was ecstatic to learn he could still fly; so,
fly he would and fly he did. Avoiding a couple of curious birds before finally
having to use the rusty nail to stab the biggest and most aggressive of the
birds. He alighted on top of a telephone pole to seriously consider his
limited options, which hadn't taken him very long; because he had none.

Superman was flying at top speed which wasn't anywhere near his former speed
but still pretty damn fast. He needed to warn Kara about Awesome Girl and the
threat she was not only to Kara but to the entire world. He couldn't protect
his cousin but he could hide her away at his Fortress of Solitude where they
would be relatively safe. They could relax in comfort while together they
could and map out a plan to deal with the abomination who now threatened the
tranquility of the planet

Superman was in a deep state of depression; ashamed of himself and his
inadequacies. In a few short hours he had been toppled from atop the pantheon
of world leaders ... Historical figures, Superheroes, VIP's, and influential
celebrities down in stature to nothingness. His fall had been the most
improbable of them all. The OG Superhero had always been indestructible and
now he would be nothing more than a curiosity, an inconsequential insect.

Moments after he had headed towards Kara's condo the big body of Bulging Betty
could be seen leaping from the balcony of her apartment flying in the
direction of Supergirl's downtown condominium.

The thirteen-inch tall man vomited in his mouth a little when he saw Amazing
Girl speeding past him as if he were simply hovering in the air. He flew after
the frighteningly ferocious fabulously fast flying fit female knowing he had
little to no chance of catching up.

Meanwhile an astonished Supergirl was proudly posing in front of her
full-length mirror admiring her 'new and improved' super body. Thirty minutes
earlier an incredulous Maiden of Might had inexplicably grown to mega-woman
proportions more than a foot to a seven-foot-two-inches in height and 320
pounds of impenetrable rock-hard female muscle ... The gifts bestowed upon her
could only have come from the Gods or the Goddesses who must believe the
enhancements would soon be necessary.

Only minutes ahead of Superman, Bulging Betty had flown directly into Kara's
condo. When big Betty flexed, her entire body exploded into a veritable
mountain of spectacular muscle. Not a word was spoken between the two
nonetheless Kara sensed that the intrusion of the mighty massive miss muscles
was hostile.

Unfazed by the female's unbelievable muscle mass but sensing real danger
Supergirl understanding that her new enhancements might be necessary now. She
literally flew across the room preemptively striking out at her uninvited
muscular guest. Ignoring her sacred vow to never kill a human Kara raised her
fists and uncorked a prodigious powerful right fist directly at the intruder's
head while simultaneously delivering an equally powerful left hook to her
solar plexus.

Supergirl was not only stunned but completely demoralized when her devasting
righthand bounced off the big blonde's chiseled chin while the impact of her
left hand to her thick slabs of abdominal muscles causing Kara to grimace from
the unexpected pain.

Betty Jean laughed at the hugely muscled Maid of Might's feeble attempts to
hit her again and grabbed Kara's enormous but damaged right hand in hers and
began licking her bloody knuckles clean before delivering several devasting
right and left hooks to Kara's head and ribs bringing the staggering giant
Supergirl to her knees.

Awesome girl grabbed Supergirl's face and forced a passionate wet kiss;
swirling her tongue around Kara's accepting mouth, collecting her saliva and
more of her DNA. Then she began to squeeze Kara's damaged hand applying
intense pressure causing her blood to flow. Betty greedily sucked every ounce
of Supergirl's Kryptonian fluids immensely enjoying the added surge of power
circulating within her.

As soon as the monstrous woman started to squeeze and crush Kara's already
injured hand, Supergirl began to feel herself going limp. Mesmerized by her
attacker's massive biceps Kara, even with her expanded size came to realize
the futility of fighting her.

Unable to remain standing Supergirl collapsed backwards on her haunches and
watched as the gorgeous giggling giantess fastidiously licked Supergirl's
bruised and bloodied body clean as the intruder's beautiful muscular body
seemed to expand in size.

Supergirl found herself on her knees starring directly into the belly button
of Awesome Girl. When she averted and closed her eyes, she was assaulted by
the musky scent of sex. Supergirl reluctantly opened her eyes to be confronted
with a wet pussy. Kara soon realized that she now needed to lift her head up
to see her vagina. Was this woman growing or was she shrinking? Supergirl
didn't know for sure which of those two terrifying scenarios she would prefer.

Setting everything else aside for the moment Superman had needed to warn his
cousin of the impending dangers Bulging Betty represented. The tiny superman
landed on Supergirl's balcony just in time to watch Betty clutching Supergirl
in her big right hand, licking her tiny body; he was too late.

"Who are you?" Supergirl finally managed to speak. "Why are you doing this to
me. How are you doing this to me?"

"I'm glad you asked? She sniggered. "Your cousin gave me the name Awesome
Girl." She performed her double-bicep pose for Supergirl and laughed as the
shrinking superheroine began to turn white. "I think it fits me. Don't you?"

Awesome girl continued smiling as Superman watched helplessly as his confused
and terrified cousin now appeared to be less than three feet tall shrank even
further. He could hear her whining, wailing, whimpering, and uncontrolled
weeping.

Supergirl was not only confused and concerned she was god-smacked. Within the
last few minutes, the Maiden of Might had inexplicably grown to the height of
seven-foot-two before shrinking to her current height of less than three-feet.

While watching, the distraught sobbing shrunken Superman stood sans strength
unable to help his cousin. Even worse, Superman realized he would always be
nothing more than a puny impotent insignificant impish little joke; powerless
to help anyone ever again.

He would soon be nothing more than a punchline for the many late-night talk
show hosts: Superman is so small ... How small is he? ... He's so small it
isn't even funny ... Ba-da-boom.

"Oh ... Hello ... Superman." The ruthless mountain of a women's laugh was
becoming truly evil. "Come to join your little cousin, have you?"

When the diminished Supergirl heard the big bitch calling out Superman's name
Kara's hopes soared. Her cousin would save her; of that she had no doubt until
she glanced in his direction. When she saw the shrunken Man of Steel her
resolve and hopes plummeted. Kara was stupefied, unable to assimilate what was
happening to her, what had happened to Superman, and what was about to happen
to the two of them.

"Betty ... sorry ... I mean Bulging Betty." He raised his voice.

"You need to stop this right now." He had unintentionally assumed his iconic
power stance; hands on hips with legs spread - causing the big blonde, who now
stood a smidge over six-foot-four and approaching three-hundred-and-fifty
pounds of rock-hard muscle to laugh uproariously at the delusional little man;
a 13" tall male whom she was now stronger than by a factor of a at least a
thousand billion, if not more.

"Is that a threat?" Still holding Supergirl in one hand the ruthless woman
grabbed Superman up with the other. "Are you feeling lucky, punk?"

Betty Jean was so excited and pleased with herself she orgasmed yet again. She
had never dreamed her muscle growth and dominance would be so erotic, fraught
with sexual tension. Sudden unexpected arousals with multiple orgasms were
becoming more and more the norm for here, not that she was complaining.

She devilishly placed the frustrated Kryptonian between her thighs allowing
him to get another whiff of the enticing musky scent of her damp vagina.

Awesome Girl had achieved sexual nirvana; extreme unequaled orgasmic bliss ...
a delicious gratification that had momentarily left her unable to function
properly, unable to speak coherently or to even think properly leaving her
staring blankly into nothingness. A bit unnerved Betty shuddered before
returning her attention to the pathetic puny panicky picayunish person peering
up at her all the while hugging his shrunken cousin presumably seeking
comfort.

"Stupid Man, let's play a little game. Shall we?" The muscle syphoning and
absorption rituals were becoming tedious and boring; much too serious for her
taste and right now an ebullient Bulging Betty wanted to punctuate her
pleasure moments with a good laugh.

She placed the two tiny superheroes in her right hand together, and playfully
began to fondle the blushing man's crotch with one of her long fingernails
until the Man of Steel became aroused. Betty could barely feel his miniscule
pee-pee hardening and she began to giggle like a schoolgirl as she further
humiliated the Kryptonian creep.

"What's up, Teeny-weeny-man. It's certainly not you." She continued to
manipulate his teeny tiny throbbing tool. "Is that all of it?" Betty pulled
down his pants exposing his mini-micro-member as well as his red, white, and
blue briefs.

"Oh my God, is that all you've got left?" Big Betty playfully saluted his
patriotic undies, making sure his minute, miniature, microscopic mini-member
was clearly visible to his equally embarrassed cousin. "Teen-weeny indeed."

"Supergirl, to me Superman's dick looks like a little clit." She measured his
"manhood" against her little finger. "Am I right or am I right?"

"Superman my ass. You look more like Dropper Man." She laughed. "You have
nothing to be embarrassed about and I mean abso-fucking-lutely nothing." Her
derisive laughter tormented him, crushing what remained of his already
diminished self-worth. "So much for the once mighty but now shrinking ... man
of steel."

Enjoying her own caustic wit, Bulging Betty doubled over with laughter but the
lady wasn't done playing with him yet. She continued to rub his crotch with
her fingernail until his rigid but teeny tiny thing began to spasm and pulsate
before he unwillingly released a negligible little squirt of dripping
ejaculate, a pathetic emittance of cum that did nothing more than ooze from
the head of his penis.

"Superman, this just popped into my head. Do you realize you are currently
smaller in stature than your original 15-inch penis?"

"Oh my, women of the world, beware." She smirked, mercilessly mocking him.

"Teeny-Weeny man is on the prowl." She clapped her hands together.

"Citizens of the world you best hide your wives and lock up your daughters.
Teeny weeny man is on the loose."

Watching his oh so pitiful impotent performance with glee Betty achieved still
another powerful orgasm of her own. The little man's inadequacies and his
obvious embarrassment was a powerful aphrodisiac for the hugely muscled blonde
Amazonian goddess. She ruthlessly allowed her dripping pussy juices to cascade
down on the diminished little superhero reminding him what arousal and a true
orgasm looked like.

Superman had been deeply disappointed with his own pleasure moment, such as it
was. It was quick and weak and unsatisfying. It was at that moment Superman
began to analytically put things into perspective. He grudgingly accepted as a
fact that he was now smaller and shorter than his legendary abnormally thick,
15" long Kryptonian cock had once been.

Superman's wife, Lois Lane, was still in California covering that Homeland
Security story for The Dailey Planet. She wasn't expected home for a couple of
days. Superman thought back to the moment Lois had been exposed to the laser
beam that had possibly somehow imbued her with quasi-superpowers of her own.
She was nowhere near as big or as strong as the big three but formidable
nonetheless. He fully understood that the prospect of her coming to his rescue
was remote. However, hope, even unreasonable laughable hope was all that
remained, all he had left.

Superman prayed to Rao his Kryptonian God that he would regain his size, and
his musculature, and his previous stature before Lois returned. He never
wanted her to see him like this and he never wanted Bulging Betty to know of
his wife's unexplained muscular transformation because Awesome Girl would
pounce on Lois Lane's new muscle packed body like a starving gorilla at a
Chiquita banana plantation.

Relatively sated from multiple orgasms the grinning Bulging Betty began to
compare the relative sizes of her new friends determining that the two tiny
superheroes were approximately the same height; each a little over one foot
tall. An amused Bulging Betty placed the naked cousins in a large zip lock
bag; each too embarrassed to look at the other.

Betty Jean had absorbed unto herself all of Supergirl's strength and power as
well as her beauty, neutralizing her; eliminating, the second strongest being
on the planet. Now nothing and no one on earth stood in her way with the
possible exception of Wonder Woman and maybe that damn Catwoman. Betty was
looking forward to manhandling Batman, who she knew posed no real threat. She
never even gave Mr. Leach a thought.

B.J. positioned herself in front of a full-length mirror, taking ample time to
admire her own incomprehensible physique. She laughed out loud knowing
full-well that Diana Prince didn't' stand a fucking chance against her
mountains of muscle and her invulnerable self.

"Have fun kids." Still standing in front of the mirror Bulging Betty proudly
stretched out her muscle laden body, treating her little friends to a
fantastic big-girl double bicep power pose that even amazed the amazing
Amazonian temptress.

She held a smaller mirror directly in front of the two skulking shrunken
superheroes strategically positioning one of her fully flexed biceps ensuring
it was visible to them and the camera. The juxtaposing images would once again
demonstrate to her captives her absolute dominance over not only the two of
them but now with the combined strength of both Superman and Supergirl every
other creature now living on planet earth.

Bulging Betty flew directly to her condo and placed her two-miniature human
'action figures' in a little bird cage stationed at the foot of her bed.

"Goodbye for now little guys." She placed a computer-generated photo of her
diminutive captors standing alongside each other staring up in awe at her huge
bulging bicep.

"Right now, I have some work to do."

"By the way, do either of you worthless little buggers happen to know the
current home address of Wonder Woman or Batman.? Diana Prince isn't listed in
the phone book, neither is Bruce Wayne." Betty Jean winked at her little
friends.

"I want my body to be infused with Amazon DNA." She smiled and puffed out her
chest.

Catwoman continued her daily exercises but now with less fervor. The girl
named Sue had taught Selina how she could absorb people's muscles and transfer
them to herself without them even knowing. She had tried it a few times and it
had worked. All she needed to do was just touch and/or grab someone, get her
mind right, and absorb as much as she wished. Sue had cautioned Selina to be
responsible and limit her muscle draining activities to small doses. A little
from each person would likely go unnoticed while still accomplishing so much
for her.

Surprisingly Sue was placed in solitary confinement for incapacitating a
guard; a charge Sue vehemently denied, a charge Selina never believed. When
Selina made a fuss, she was reprimanded and sentenced to seven days of
solitary confinement.

After a few days of not being able to feed on the energy of others even
minimally as was her want, the girl named Sue passed away from what was being
called severe dehydration and acute malnutrition when in fact a secret visit
from Bulging Betty had led to Sue's death.

Selina mourned her friend's passing, forever grateful for the blessed gift Sue
had bestowed upon her. Catwoman was thankful Betty Jean hadn't learned the
absorption technique. How many ways can one be wrong? How about ... incorrect,
erroneous, inexact, false, untrue, inaccurate ... Unfortunately for Catwoman,
both she and the entire world would soon learn the horrible truth.

Catwoman returned to the exercise yard for the last time wearing much less
than very little. She put on a muscle and boob show flaunting her fabulous
body that awed her fellow inmates ... her five-foot-eight-inch, now one
hundred-forty-five pound lithe and sensuous body consisted of nothing but sexy
solid muscle. Her biceps which had grown far beyond any reasonable expectation
were now approaching 18" drew applause from the gawking inmates and her
exposed breasts caused many a con, both male and female as well as most of the
guards, to unabashedly rub and fondle their respective genitals many to
completion.

Her big blonde cellmate had been granted early parole several weeks earlier
and now Betty Jean was promising, actually insisting, that she pickup Selina
at the gate upon her was release.

After successfully draining Superman and Supergirl of everything they had to
offer; not only had Awesome Girl gained muscle and strength she had absorbed
Kara's physical beauty as well. Awesome Girl so wanted to locate the
Metropolis home of Wonder Woman quickly, but where to start. Above all else
these Justice League types cherished their privacy. It took Betty Jean two
entire days of searching the city, bullying citizens (draining only a few)
before she hit upon an idea.

Using her newly acquired super vision (thanks Superman - thanks Supergirl) she
scanned the streets of Metropolis and saw a number of seedy looking vendors
all selling their wares on the sidewalks in the touristy part of town.

She could feel the eyes of everyone on the street, man, women and child,
following her every move. B.J. was wearing an impossibly tight fitting
micro-mini-skirt that hugged her massive thighs and a sleeveless much too
small halter-top. Simply by walking the fabulous female flexed the full array
of her magnificent muscles while displaying deep cleavage seemingly without
end.

The big busty bodacious blonde ostentatiously sashayed her resplendent
six-foot-five-inch physique down the street as if she were strutting on a
runway. Betty Jean purposely tensed her abs, and her calves, and her thigh
muscles making them ripple with unfathomable power causing most of the gawking
males and some of the smiling females to unconsciously fondle their respective
genitals right there in the open; sometimes to completion.

The now six-foot-five-inch giantess was so elated with the reactions of the
awe-struck onlookers she nearly forgot her mission but then she spotted what
she had been looking for.

"You." She stopped in front of a tacky little metal table with a hand written
sign sitting on top ... MAP TO THE HOMES OF THE STARS: two dollars, cheap. The
vendor was transfixed by the site of the beautiful muscular blonde uber-woman
standing in front of him which only served to further reinforce Betty's
growing narcissism and her feelings of entitlement.

"Do you have one of those with the home address of Wonder Woman?" Big Betty
had pointed at a stack of maps but the scuzzy vendor remained completely
silent, it was as if the man had been rendered mute, which he had.

"Well, do you?" When she forcibly grabbed his hand, he began to experience
that queasy sinking feeling, coupled with dizziness and nausea. The vendor had
little muscle to offer but she decided to help herself to a taste anyway.

"Yes." He frantically nodded his head up and down as his distraught face
turned green. "Yes, I do." He pulled a map out from under the table.

"This one is a little more expensive than the other ones." She squeezed his
hand just a little. "But lady, for you it's free ... no charge."

"Thank you." She leaned forward displaying her abundant cleavage before
releasing his trembling black and blue hand which she proceeded to place
between her massive boobs both surprising and delighting the frightened
vendor. Flexing her pectoral muscles, she proudly pushed her breasts together
squeezing the sleazy scuzz-ball's hand until she could feel his gnarly fingers
breaking, spurting copious amounts of blood.

"But know this little man ... if this map isn't legit, I'll be back and I
won't be happy." She was totally enjoying her first post-transformation
encounter with ordinary people and she was ecstatic.

"Lady, it's legit. He looked up at her towering self, afraid to look at his
hand. "I promise." He was already contemplating relocating and finding another
line of work.

Awesome Girl continued to prance around the street treating the gathering
crowd to an unparalleled muscle show delighting in their unbelieving stares.
She dropped onto her knees in front of an awestruck pre-teen girl.

"Hi, baby girl. My friends call me Amazing girl. Do you like my muscles?"
Betty smiled and flexed her fast approaching 56" bicep. The little girl
tentatively placed each of her hands on the impossibly peaked bicep and
squeezed as hard as she could. The girl removed one of her hands and offered a
huge smile and enthusiastically gave a thumbs up.

Betty Jean removed herself from view and surreptitiously flew to the address
shown on the map. She knew immediately the three-story mansion belonged to
Wonder Woman. The front of the building was partially obscured from passers-by
by trees and bushes but it was clear to Betty Jean the Amazon Demigoddess
believed she had no reason to hide from anyone. The ersatz gold infused
ten-foot high statues of Athena and Artemis and Hera standing guard at the
entrance revealed as much.

The big blonde circled the top floor. Using her X-ray vision, she looked
through the permastone walls delighted to not only find Diana but also her
next intended victim, Batman. Both were enjoying afternoon tea and what
appeared to be raspberry scones. In the retail sales business this is what's
known as a two-fer.

Wasting not a moment Bulging Betty crashed through the outer-wall alighting
directly in front of the two surprised superheroes. Without a trace of fear,
they both alertly leaped to their feet confronting the uninvited Giantess;
ready for anything or so they thought.

Before the hugely muscled nearly invincible crime fighter and Batman could
even begin to react the lightning fast blonde who was now imbued with the
collective super powers of both Superman and Supergirl grasped their
respective necks and shoulders easily forcing them both down to their knees.
Bulging Betty exerted overwhelming pressure causing devastating back-breaking
pain as she began to callously absorb all of their power and strength.

"Hi guys ... I'm called Amazing Girl. But you needn't call me that." She
pumped up her biceps. "All you two need do is call me UNCLE." She dismissively
smirked at Diana. "And I will call you two Bat Guano and Bunder Woman."

B.J. quickly released Batman realizing almost immediately that the faux
superhero was nothing more than a mere human, a mere human who was now almost
completely depleted of his essence and had little more to offer her. So, Betty
matter-of-factly dropped what was left of the Dark Knight into a zip lock
plastic bag for safe keeping.

Draining Wonder Woman proved to be a much more daunting task but pure ecstasy
for Betty Jean. Unlike Batman the Amazon demi-goddess was managing to maintain
her height and size and much of her strength ... Diana was attempting to fight
back. However, once Betty had wrapped her muscular arms around the weakening
warrior Princess, Diana felt her life's blood deserting her.

Amazing Girl had deftly removed Blunder Woman's golden girdle of Gaea, the
source of much of her power. Next, the big blonde forcibly removed Diana's
magical bracelets of protection and pulverized them with her mighty grip.

The woman was overpowering a now defenseless Diana with her unbreakable
bear-hug; gleefully squeezing Wonder Woman's god like powers out of her. A
gasping Diana was shocked when she felt the woman's much larger breasts
pushing against her now deflating ones.

An aroused Bulging Betty Jean locked lips with a now frightened Diana and
forced her long probing tongue into the Amazon queen's mouth and down her
throat. Within seconds Diana, infused with passionate heat, began a
reciprocating response by sucking on Betty Jean's probing tongue.

"My God." With her legs wobbling beneath her Wonder Woman was barely able to
stand. "Are you a Goddess?" Diana starred at the big blonde who was dominating
her with ease?

"No, not a Goddess ... not yet anyway."

As Betty absorbed more and more of Diana's delicious saliva, she could feel
her own muscles and strength increasing exponentially. Diana's Amazon genes
and her DNA were feeding Betty's body with more and more power at an
accelerated rate while still stimulating her already overly charged libido,
another orgasm had not been unwelcomed.

Betty Jean had stepped away to watch as Diana Prince began to shrink away to
nothing. B.J. finally took notice of Wonder Woman and was alarmed to see that
Diana had feinted and had already been shrunken down to just over a foot tall.
The concerned giantess immediately ceased her draining process just in time.

The newly anointed massive maiden of muscle quickly and carefully placed
Diana's shrunken body into the family sized zip lock bag alongside a weeping
Batman. B.J. giggled as she watched the two of the them cowering in fear while
hugging one another searching for some solace.

The arrogant superpowered narcissistic bicep-blessed giantess was overjoyed
with her new glorious self. Betty Jean looked back in retrospect to the night
it had all started. The might she learned the absorption process and the
subtle techniques as she was surreptitiously eavesdropping and spying on
Catwoman and the girl named Sue while they discussed the intricacies of the
absorption processes and the mental discipline required.

The big blonde immediately took action and cautiously drained and killed a
prison guard while managing to shift the blame to the girl named Sue. Later
Big Betty employed the absorption technique which ultimately led to the death
of the girl named Susan B. A. Leach.

From the very beginning Bulging Betty felt confident she could subdue and
indiscriminately drain any man of her choosing, even Superman. And that's when
she hatched her perfectly plausible plan for world domination

"I'm back!" The elated woman returned to her condo, lifted the top off the
bird cage, and unceremoniously dropped her newest conquests, Diana Prince and
Bruce Wayne, into the bird-cage alongside Superman and Supergirl. "You little
guys recognize mini Bat Guano and mini Blunder Woman, right?"

"Oh darn." Betty laughed at her captives. "I bet you two (Superman and
Supergirl) and you two (Wonder Woman and Batman) were hoping for the same
thing, hoping that these two (Superman and Supergirl) or those two (Wonder
Woman and Batman) would eventually come to your rescue."

Bulging Betty wagged her index finger signaling to the forlorn detainees that
the cavalry wouldn't be coming to their rescue any time soon. Now only one
human being stood in her way.

"When I get back home, I'll bring you guys some additional company and maybe
some food."

Awesome Girl repositioned the mirror in front of the cage and took a number of
photos of the quartet making certain her fully flexed bicep was visible in the
group photos. Soon she would be selling her exclusive photo collection of the
miniaturized superheroes and the one-of-a-kind DVDs to her admiring soon to be
adoring subjects.

"Do any of you sad somber shrunken superheroes have any relatively realistic
requests for me?" The giggling gorgeous giantess left without waiting for a
response.

Betty's next two targets would be ridiculously easy for her.

She left an e-mail message for Jimmy Olson claiming to have information about
Superman's whereabouts, telling Jimmy they should meet in the underground
garage serving the Daily Planet.

It was late in the day, past closing time so the parking structure was nearly
deserted. Olson parked an exited his 6,000-pound 2010 Chevy Suburban when he
saw a huge blonde woman heading his way. She was unbelievably gorgeous,
stunning really. She was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and when she brushed her
hair from her eyes, her extraordinary well-toned biceps erupted. She pushed
him aside, stooped down, grabbed the underpinning of his car with both hands,
and proceeded to easily lift the three-ton vehicle high over her head before
gently returning it to ground.

"Hi Jimmy. I'm Awesome Girl. Were you impressed?"

"Yeah." Olson answered sheepishly stunned to see the extraordinarily beautiful
young woman's astonishing display of strength, awestruck by her massive 56"
biceps which for some reason impressed him even more. When she moved closer
the enormous female squeezed his bicep and laughed.

"Puny and squishy ... you must be so proud."

"Owe!!!" He cried out in pain but the uncaring female didn't seem concerned.
The more the arrogant female squeezed his arm the more he could feel himself
shrinking; smaller and smaller and smaller until the woman finally picked him
up in her hand.

"Please." He cried out. "Stop whatever it is you're doing to me."

"No way, wimp." Just for fun Betty carefully balanced the terrified Jimmy
Olson on her muscular arm and flexed her massively fully-peaked biceps
sensually licking each of them, being extra careful to not dislodge him.

"Great Caesar's Ghost." Jimmy knew not why he had screamed what he had
screamed but scream it he had.

Little Jimmy Olson could see in the twinkle in her huge deep blue-green eyes
that this woman had no intention of stopping whatever the hell it was she was
doing to him until she wanted to stop doing whatever it she was she was doing.

Bulging Betty cradled Jimmy in her right hand until she was certain he was
just under two feet tall; nearly twice the size of the others. Like the
others, she placed the little cub-reporter in an economy sized zip lock bag.

Next, Bulging Betty easily rounded-up Dick Grayson, Batman's live-in ward,
Robin. It was ridiculously easy for her to grab and drain the little man;
shrinking him down to about two feet as well. He watched incredulously as the
awesome female standing before him began to grow bigger and taller, bigger and
taller and taller.

He was terrified when he came to realize she wasn't growing he was shrinking.
She drooped the shrunken guy in the same bag as Jimmy. Enjoying the nearly
identical surprised looks on their faces which tickled Betty's funny bone and
the giggling giantess couldn't wait until she returned home and dropped these
two much bigger little guys into the bird cage with the four already drained
miniature superheroes, their reactions should be priceless.

When Betty deposited the two much larger non-superheroes in the cage with the
quartet of superheroes, it was clear to everyone that the new additions were
both at least twice the size of the shrunken superheroes. Before anyone could
ask her why Betty provided what to her was the only acceptable reason.

"Jimmy - Robin - say hello to my little friends." She snickered enjoying her
unquestioned authority. "What's life without whimsey?"

"Listen up people. Over the years all of you, except for you two tall guys,
have enjoyed universal adulation, incomparable physical gifts and/or obscene
wealth." Bulging Betty Jean held the mirror up in front of the cage. "I want
each of you to take a close look at your puny selves because I have taken all
of that away from you."

"Look at me." Betty grinned. "Do not ever look away from me when I am
talking." No person on earth, man or woman, could have been more pleased with
herself than she was at that very moment. She held a mirror in front of their
cage.

"Your puny insignificant lives have been permanently REDUCED to this." She
held the mirror in front of the cage so they could each see how much they had
been reduced; how insignificant they truly were. Her emphasis on the word
'reduced' hadn't been lost on any of them nor was the ominous proceeding
11-letter adjective.

"Soon the most powerful person on the planet, ME, will be traveling around the
world putting my conquered miniature superheroes, YOU, on display for the
world to gawk at. When I demonstrate my God like superpowers to the
apprehensive populace my loyal and adoring subjects will have reason to fear
me."

"Holy shit." Awesome Girl was struck with an amazing all be it fanciful idea.
"What if I could reduce the size of everyone on earth, there would no longer
be overcrowding and famine."

Bulging Betty proudly rose to her full height which had reached
six-feet-seven-one-half-inches and pumped up her incomparable muscle laden
body proudly displaying her triple D gravity defining solid but soft boobies
and her biceps which now exceeded 58" of deeply cut rock-solid muscle. Awesome
Girl was beginning to look more and more like one of the morphed females on
the Deviant Arts web site only, much prettier.

"I would be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize while simultaneously being crowned
Ms. Olympia." She laughed uproariously but not one of them thought for a
moment the queen of hubris was joking not even a little bit.

She plucked Superman from the cage and shoved him between her huge breasts
into her deep cleavage; it was comical watching the tiny tike trying to hold
onto her erect nipples with is tiny hands, attempting to keep himself from
plunging into the abyss and out of sight. Betty Jean enjoyed the tinkling
sensations in her breasts and again contemplated using the 13" Superman as a
dildo but decided to wait. Lucky for him she convinced herself it would be far
better if she were to save that for an in-person demonstration in front of
billions of her subjects.

She returned the trembling little man to the cage with the others. She
curtseyed in front of her clearly defeated, distraught, demoralized, dainty
detainees.

"Do my creepy crying captives have any questions for me?" It had been over a
week and her grim griping guests were going stir crazy.

"Yes." Superman spoke first. "Can this shrinking process be reversed."

"NO!!!" She smiled and shook her head emphatically. "NO! ... No, it cannot ...
not never ... no fucking way." Bulging Betty's evil laugh boomed throughout
the room.

"Even if I could change you back ... which I can't ... why in the hell would I
want to? I will never allow that to happen." A triumphant look spread across
her beautiful face. "Guys ... It is what it is ... and ... you is what you
is."

"Can you at least provide us with better living quarters?" Supergirl asked
demurely. "Bathrooms would be nice?" Kara managed a little smile. "It's
getting a little rank in here." Betty Jean occasionally hosed down the cage
but apparently that gesture hadn't been enough for this group of pathetic,
previously pampered, privileged, piss-ant puny punks.

'Yes ... of course ... I plan to do just that." She patronizingly returned
Kara's smile. "Afterall, I'm not a slum lord. Is there anything else?"

"Food ... How about some decent food ... Something other than water to drink
... Maybe some ice cream and cookies ... Beer would be nice? How about some
fruit?" They were all talking at once, requesting meager amenities for
themselves which delighted Betty no end because that meant her puny pouting
pets were adapting to and accepting as inevitable their plight.

Even before big Betty had captured and shrunk the superheroes, she had
pre-ordered a custom-made fully functional dollhouse. She went to her bedroom
closet and returned with the mother-of-all-dollhouses. A three-story structure
built to her specifications which included two spacious living rooms each with
a fully functional smart-TV, three separate eating areas, six bedrooms each
with a TV, a fully equipped working kitchen, a fully stocked refrigerator, a
freezer, a stove, and two microwaves, seven bathrooms, and an exercise room
with adorable tiny little weights, an outdoor patio complete with a sun lamp,
a swimming pool, a hot tub, and an actual home movie theatre with a 24"
screen.

When Betty Jean ushered her captives into the opaque glass structure, they
actually appeared to be happy; thankful for the upgrade. They all ran up and
down the stairs and around their newly furnished quarters; pleased and
seemingly grateful that all of the new furniture was appropriately sized for
them. They were all extremely tired of sitting and sleeping on the floor and
the complete lack of privacy when they urinated or defecated. The six of them
had no trouble deciding among themselves who would get which of the six
spacious bedrooms.

Together the intrigued superheroes and the two tall guys inspected the kitchen
and the adjoining panty delighted to learn it was stocked with food and drink
including those little airplane sized bottles of soft drinks and liquor, which
were each 4.5" tall, about a third their size. The six of them were just as
excited to see the seven-bathrooms and elated to learn they were all equipped
with bathtubs and showers, happy they were all functional.

"Listen up people ... Elvis Presley had Graceland to call home, Michael
Jackson loved living out his strange fantasy life in his Neverland Mansion,
while Hugh Hefner lived out his depraved some would say blessed life in the
Playboy Mansion." Bulging Betty was looking proud and satisfied with herself
as she addressed her still saddened shrunken superheroes.

'Now each of you perfectly formed homunculi have a home with which you can be
proud, a home you can call your own, a home everyone else will call ...
Smallville.

Random thoughts, delicious thoughts, thoughts of world domination, were
speeding through the depraved mind of Bulging Betty. She revealed her
ambitions to Superman in great detail and he had no reason to doubt that her
vision was not only attainable but more likely than not would soon become a
frightening reality for the soon to be troubled traumatized terrified citizens
of the world.

"But first I want to have a little fun." Awesome Girl ushered a young male
stripper into her condo and directed the trembling scared shitless man to
undress and lay down on his back displaying his fully erect twelve-inch penis
waiving proudly in the air. Earlier she had forced the man to swallow three
Viagra pills ensuring his peak performance.

"Superman, I have another task for you." She removed Superman from the
dollhouse and placed her tiny little plaything down alongside the stripper's
huge erect penis, a penis that was nearly as tall as he. She coaxed (forcibly
forced) Superman to hug the man's pulsating penis, wrap his legs around said
penis, and then shimmy up the harder than hard cock until The Shrunken Man of
Steel made the perplexed male stripper climax.

Superman realized that all of the cameras were focused on him and they would
capture the coming scene from every angle imaginable. Nonetheless, he readily
acquiesced to Awesome Girl's bizarre edict. He suspected that this had been
carefully designed to be her piece-da-resistance, meant to be his ultimate
humiliation. He obeyed Awesome Girl without resisting because he had come to
the realization that there was no point to do otherwise; she had shown him
time and time again that resistance was indeed futile.

He wrapped his arms around the man's girth, locked his fingers together and
forcibly squeezed the man's rigid penis with all his strength, then softly,
then daintily, and then forcibly again. He continued the tiring process over
and over again. He was smartly varyingly and switching the levels of pressure
he was applying to the man's now pulsating penis until the fucking throbbing
cock spewed a steady stream of schlong juice that slimed the exhausted
completely demoralized weeping Superman.

"Hey Supes ... Check this out." She ruthlessly disposed of the stripper by
shrinking him and shrinking him and shrinking him even further, until the man
with the twelve-inch tool no longer existed, disappearing completely. "Huh, I
wonder where he went." She tossed Super-shrimp a tissue to wipe the dripping
cum from his face.

"Do you wish to find out where he went?" She laughed at the distressed little
munchkin she held in her hands.

If all went well, Awesome Girl was only a day away from revealing her all
powerful omnipotent self to the entire world ... hours away from displaying
her incompressible mountainous biceps on National Television and on the
internet to billions of rapt viewers ... hours away from demonstrating her
soulless nature and destructive capabilities by easily and vindictively
toppling historical structures ... only a few days away from displaying her
collection of sullen shrunken superheroes to an unbelieving and
uncomprehending world ... days away from unveiling and demonstrating the never
before seen power of an actual Super Woman. ... days away from announcing to
the population of earth there was a new sheriff in town. Awesome Girl AKA
Bulging Betty Jean would soon be the undisputed ruler of the planet.

Now only one person on earth stood in the way of her total domination of the
planet ... Catwoman was scheduled for an early release tomorrow (for good
behavior? Really? Good behavior) and the big blonde Amazon couldn't wait for
the inevitable confrontation.

"I gotta feeling ... That today's (sic) gonna be a good day ... That today's
gonna be a good day ...That today's gonna be a good good day."

The amazing arrogant Awesome Girl was in a great mood, singing out loud as she
flew over the state of Virginia. Along with everything else even her singing
voice seemed to be enhanced, improving with each melodic refrain.

She'd been planning her introduction to the world for some time now ... and
now was now. Her arrival and her display of superhuman strength would soon be
broadcast around the world. Today was definitely going to be a good good day,
at least it would be for her.

When selecting her wardrobe for her coming out party she decided on
ostentatious. So, today she was wearing a bright yellow colored lone-ranger
type mask and a deep purple colored hooded cowl and a form fitting sleeveless
day-glow fluorescent chartreuse colored ninja-like outfit that hugged her body
contours leaving very little to one's imagination while at the same time
covering her imposing six-foot-eight-inch physique from head to toe,
everything but her arms.

She couldn't find apparel that could adequately cover her ever expanding
muscular 58" biceps, biceps that pulsed with power demanding everyone's
attention.

She had been detected on radar while circling the skies often exceeding the
speed of sound. Sonic booms reverberated throughout the region announcing her
presence to much of the Eastern sea board. She hovered over the Norfolk Naval
Shipyard before slowly floating down to the ground, landing at precisely 0800
Eastern Standard Time which coincided with the prerecorded morning playing of
the National Anthem.

The warning alarm sirens sounded signaling the arrival of an unidentified
flying object, or flying person, or flying creature, or a flying multi-colored
something.

"Take me to your leader." Betty Jean had managed to deliver the iconic
movie-line to a number of cautious but curious sailors and shipyard workers
without laughing and then she flexed one of her mighty biceps and screamed ...
"NOW!"

Captain Don Winslow was the highest-ranking naval officer on the base that
day. Following established protocols, the Captain had already notified the
United States Central Command who had immediately scrambled a squadron of
fighter jets, ordering them to surveil the Naval Base. Central Command also
dispatched Army infantry scouts and a special reconnaissance platoon followed
by a number of light-armored tactical Army and Naval units all converging on
the base from several directions.

The Captain hastily assembled a "greeting party" consisting of a number of
other high-ranking officers; Captains, Commanders, Lieutenant Commanders,
Lieutenants, and their attach�s, as well as a dozen or more well-armed combat
trained Navy Seals who were currently bivouacked at the naval base. Riding
together in several heavily armored Jeeps the military men cautiously
approached the imposing multi-colored clad ninja.

"Gentlemen." Betty bowed politely. "Today I'm not here to speak with you nor
do I intend to lecture you." She flexed her biceps and smiled. "There will be
ample time for dialogue later, but not today." She flexed some more. "Today, I
am here to introduce myself to you and to the entire world. I'm here to amaze
you. I'm here to entertain you." She flexed some more, again. "And I'm here to
scare the living shit out of all of you ... and gentleman ... of that I am
certain."

She easily pushed her way past a phalanx of Navy Seals throwing the men aside
as if she were discarding unwanted packages of bacon at a Bar Mitzva or
packages of feminine napkins at a Republican Senate conference. She approached
two of the jeeps, dispatched the drivers with a simple head nod, and then she
effortlessly lifted both vehicles high over her head, one in each hand. She
briefly juggled the 2,500-pound jeeps in the air switching from one hand to
the other until it became boring for her.

Captain Winslow and his entourage silently starred at her incomprehensible
display of astounding power and strength. With mouths agape the military men
were all hoping and privately praying that this super-lady would turn out to
be an ally, would turn out be on the side of the good old U.S. of A. or at the
very least the fabulous formidable female would turn out to be Swedish.

The military men understood that the combined weight of the two vehicles was
well over 5,000 pounds and yet, while she was still holding the vehicles aloft
this super-female was beginning to squeeze the two jeeps together easily
compressing them into one single object.

Betty Jean's face and hair were still concealed. She carefully lowered the
compressed vehicles onto the ground while continuing to squeeze and mold the
distorted metal into one large rectangular piece of deformed metal still
weighing over 5,000 pounds.

The awe-struck military men watched in stunned stupefied silence as the
unidentified six-foot-eight-inch giant female stooped down and using only her
right hand lifted the 5,000-pound fused object off the ground. Holding the
misshapen two-and-one-half-ton object off the ground she effortlessly formed a
huge cube of compressed metal.

Holding it at her side she spun around once, twice, thrice before flinging the
two now compressed conjoined army jeeps into the heavens as if the 5,000
pounds were nothing more than a really big heavier than heavy discus.

Awesome Girl had every intention of sending the two-and-a-half-ton chunk of
metal skyward breaking through the atmosphere and introducing the gigantic
piece of metal into a permanent Earth orbit; serving as a never-ending
reminder to the world of her arrival and of her power.

Unfortunately, while the large impossibly dense rectangular deformed piece of
fused metal was on its way to space the hurtling projectile slammed smack-dab
into one of the jet planes circling the navy base. The plane instantaneously
disintegrated, exploding into a huge ball of fire instantly killing the pilot
while sending the two-and-a-half-ton object and what remained of the flaming
plane plummeting harmlessly into the Atlantic Ocean.

One of the veteran Seals, Bobby DiPietro, misinterpreted the girl's intent and
assumed the big multi-colored clad woman had purposefully targeted the plane.
He felt compelled and justified when he broke with established protocol. The
highly respected and well decorated Chief Petty Officer Bobby D. aimed and
quickly fired his standard issue Colt M4A1 Carbine Assault Rifle emptying the
full magazine of 900 rounds at her head and at her body in just over a minute.

As an interesting aside, the Internet exploded as hundreds and hundreds of gun
enthusiasts attempted to purchase on-line the M4A1 assault rifle. Presumably
these Americans need the weapon for home defense. After all, one can never be
sure when a horde of nine-hundred South and Central American immigrants might
invade one's North Dakota home.

The giantess stood motionless with her hands on her hips. She smirked
defiantly as she deflected all nine hundred bullets with her face, head, and
her impenetrable body. She simply laughed at the Seal and the astonished
gawking military men. Fiendishly establishing and displaying her absolute
invulnerability the big female chewed up a number of the bullets and spit them
out.

She flicked a single finger into the chest of the combat trained Navy Seal
knocking him off balance and sending him stumbling, staggering several feet
backwards. She ripped the weapon from his hands and twisted the lethal assault
rifle into a veritable pretzel and handed it back to him waggling her finger
clearly warning the Seal to not do that again.

"Don't do that again." She warned as she ripped the Seal's name tag from his
chest. "As of now I'm only taking names but refraining from kicking ass.
Something I've been told I'm very good at, asshole." She added the word
asshole to avoid ending a sentence with a preposition.

Betty Jean apologized to Captain Winslow assuring the man and his astonished
entourage that the destruction of the jet plane and the death of the pilot had
not been her intention but rather an unfortunate accident, purely
unintentional.

The still purple hooded mystery woman ominously promised to return soon with a
list of comprehensive demands and then she surprised everyone and herself as
well when she casually discarded her mask and her hood revealing her gorgeous
face framed perfectly by her feathered cascading strawberry blonde hair, hair
that was both wavy and curly and a bit messy but in a planned sort of way; a
young Farrah Fawcett would have been envious.

She grinned at the awe-struck assembly displaying an alluring yet threatening
smile. Her penetrating blue-green eyes stuck fear in the gawking cadre of
military observers many of whom were unabashedly kneading their fully aroused
junk.

"My God, woman." The Captain was in awe of her remarkable beauty and the power
of this potential new enemy. "Who are you?"

"Well Captain ... I'm a girl and I'm awesome." She laughed. "A distinguished
American once called me Awesome Girl. So, should you wish you too can call me
Awesome Girl." She laughed even harder. "it seems to fit me."

Calling the fabulous female beautiful didn't even come close to adequately
describing her unapparelled beauty. Awesome Girl now possessed a combination
of the best aesthetic qualities of the many models and gorgeous fitness girls
she had drained not to mention the esthetic qualities of both the super
Supergirl and the wonderful Wonder Woman.

The most talented and loquacious poets to have ever walked the face of the
earth would have been hard-pressed, unable to conjure up an adjective or a
combination of adjectives or phrases or combination of phrases that would
adequately do justice to her unapparelled mesmerizing beauty.

"I'll be back!" With that Betty Jean took to the skies where she was
immediately attacked, actually ambushed, by three AF-35A Joint Strike Fighter
Jets, each hoping to avenge the death of their colleague. Bullets and rockets
and missiles bounced off her like rain drops off an umbrella.

She hovered motionless in the skies infuriated by the sneak attack. She
swatted two of the combat fighter-jets away as if they were nothing more than
common house flies, killing two more pilots (soon to be three) in the process
scattering chunks of flaming debris over the Atlantic Ocean.

All the while Betty Jean's fertile imagination was visualizing herself to be a
modern-day King Kong of sorts. She snatched the one remaining planes from the
sky holding it motionless with both hands stopping and controlling the jet
which had been traveling at a speed of well over 1,000 miles per hour. She
could see the panicked look on the navy pilot's terrified face as he managed
to eject himself from the plane. She squeezed the jetfighter until nothing
solid remained; only the blazing hot molten metal that was once a jet plane
fell from the skies.

"Don't do that again." She screamed even louder. "Don't ever do that again."

With her right-hand Awesome Girl snatched the parachuting pilot out of the
air. Using both hands she squeezed his five-foot-ten inch, one hundred
eighty-pound man until he was reduced to nothing more than a gelatinous blob
of flesh, blood, and bone. She scattered his remains over the grounds of the
shipyard below.

Betty Jean immediately descended from the skies landing amongst the mostly
motionless terrified military men. She was pissed and it showed. She grasped
both of Captain Winslow's hands and proceeded to squeeze him ever so gently.
She emitted a scary guttural laugh that freighted everyone within earshot.

Her powerful voice echoed throughout the naval shipyard causing many a man's
sphincter to loosen; keeping her promise to scare the shit out of them. No one
on the base would be looking forward to laundry day.

The captain began to noticeably shrink before their eyes and within seconds
his clothing lay in a heap. Two of the Navy Seals, Jim Moran and Elmer
Singleton, rummaged through the uniform and carefully lifted the clothing
revealing a weeping naked 10" tall man.

"Don't fuck with me." She directed her warning to everyone on the base. "I'll
be back." She warned.

She ascended and hovered over the Navy Base ready to exact her revenge for the
sneak attack. She mercilessly conducted a sneak attack of her own. Employing
her searing heat vision she sent a short but powerful fiery optic laser beam
exceeding 5,000,000 degrees directly at the USS Harry S. Truman a Nimitz Class
Aircraft Carrier scorching, melting, and penetrating the ship's flight deck
killing twenty-three men, seventeen teen civilian shipyard workers and six
naval personnel, as well as causing tens if not hundreds of millions of
dollars in damages.

Bulging Betty, showing no signs of remorse, pounded her chest with her fists
like a posturing gorilla. She briefly considered defecating and flinging the
resulting pooh at a gathering of sailors but that would be inappropriate for a
Goddess. She was thoroughly enjoying this opportunity to demonstrate her
omnipotent powers to the military men and soon to the entire civilized world.

Believing another impressive display of her power would be fun if not
necessary to draw maximum worldwide attention to herself, Awesome Girl again
dismissed the idea of pooh flinging as being beneath her and focused her eyes
on one of Virginia's most historic monuments.

From nearly 550 miles away the now naked giantess unleashed her lethal heat
vision again this time at the James Madison Montpelier Plantation House
instantly incinerating the celebrated structure and twenty-two innocent
people, bringing her total for the day to forty-nine dead human beings; had
she been counting she would likely have rounded off to an even fifty.

All in all, today had turned out to be a good good day for her if not the
forty-nine dead people and certainly not for the tiny naval captain. As she
soared above the clouds Betty Jean realized that the videos of the day's
events were already being transmitted around the world over the Internet.

The traditional Network News Shows, as well as the cable news channels were
all excitedly airing the exact same videos ... and all were posing the same
questions ... first, generically eulogizing her many victims ... then
speculating who this powerful woman might be and from where she may have come
... was she a terrorist or maybe even a space alien who possessed magical
powers ... how could she shrink a man ... all agreed the woman was undoubtably
the most lethal weapon on the planet as well as the most beautiful creature to
have ever walked the face of the earth ... she had to be an actual Goddess ...
when and where would she reappear ... why was she here ... were there more
like her on the way ... and most importantly what would her demands be ... An
anxious and frightened world breathlessly awaited.

The networks all showed close up pictures of the fully naked Super Woman aptly
named Awesome Girl in action; eschewing any thought of censoring the video.
Computer analysts were all speculating on her height and weight as well as the
size of her biceps and he breasts; the consensus settled on six-foot-eight and
320 pounds with fifty-six-inch biceps and fifty inch boobs, remarkably
accurate except for her weight which because of the unnatural density of her
muscles she weighed considerably more than estimated 350 pounds and while 56"
bicep estimation was very close, they had only short changed her a couple of
inches.

Despite outward appearances Betty Jean weighed nearly six-hundred-fifty pounds
of solid muscle with less than two percent body fat. But the biggest question
of all still remained ... Could this woman be an actual Goddess?

Across the world multitudes of religious people gathered together in
congregations welcoming this Goddess like female. Most forgave her for the
atrocities in Virginia rationalizing that she was provoked, reasoning that she
needed to display her Godlike powers, and further rationalizing how it would
be better for them if they were acolytes rather than doubters.

Meanwhile, back at the friendly confines of Smallville the dainty dwarfish
detainees were all huddled around the television sets attentively watching a
local news story about two M.I.T. engineering students who were being detained
by the authorities for perpetrating an elaborate hoax, a hoax that involved an
intricately designed drone made-up to look like an alien spacecraft, a
spacecraft that emitted a harmless yellowish laser beam that engulfed innocent
on lookers.

Superman was angry with himself. When he was searching for an explanation, he
should have first considered Occam's Razor which postulates that all things
being equal the simplest explanation was usually the correct one. He had seen
a drone like object shinning a light on he and his wife and he immediately
assumed it was an Alien device or some kind or military gadgetry or one of Lex
Luther's diabolical weapons while he failed to consider the most plausible
explanation.

Reasonable prudence dictated that Superman should have first considered
Occam's Razor because these days drones in Metropolis were as common as
baldheaded men at Hooters restaurants. Many hobbyists owned and flew their own
drones just for fun or to spy on friends, neighbors, and strangers or to ogle
and photograph or take videos of attractive ladies.

Superman was even more flummoxed having not a clue what could have caused
Lois's metamorphosis but other than worry about her or be happy for her ---
what could he do?

The local news broadcast was interrupted to focus on the bizarre and
disturbing events taking place in Virginia. Every one of the shrunken
superheroes immediately recognized Awesome Girl, aka Bulging Betty.

They watched as she swatted the jet fighters out of the sky, killing the
pilots seemingly without remorse. Betty Jean's callous disregard for human
life and her wanton destruction of property were surely portents of the future
atrocities she would foist on the terrified citizens of the world. The
detainees were all lamenting their own dismal futures

When the collection of homunculi witnessed the total disregard for human life
and the damage inflicted on the warship and the wanton destruction of the
historic James Madison Montpelier Plantation House the shrunken superheroes
were consumed with feelings of dread. They all empathized with the shrunken
naval officer trying to imagine what billions of world citizens must be
thinking.

The tiny man of steel was particularly distraught once again confronting the
realization that Superman was no more. He would be unable to keep his solemn
promise to protect, defend, and safeguard the people of earth.

World leaders were stunned by the appearance of this Super Woman. Everyone,
form Presidents around the world, to the self-appointed strong men, to Heads
of State, to the tyrannical despots, as well as the Emperors, Kings, and
Queens of the world were all huddling with their policy makers and military
advisers, considering their options.

The Network and Cable anchor persons and the various talking heads all with
their perfectly quaffed hairdos and their impossibly straight white teeth and
their clefted chins and symmetrical perfectly placed dimples were displaying
forced smiles wondering aloud where the hell was Superman and Supergirl and
Wonder Woman when they were needed most. None of them had been seen for days
... The superheroes were universally being castigated for failing to confront
this newly arrived hostile super woman; many were suggesting the heroes were
afraid of her.

Internet conspiracy theorists and bloggers were postulating and publishing
unsubstantiated stories claiming that all of earth's Superheroes ... Superman,
Supergirl, Wonder Woman, and even Batman as well as the entirety of the
Justice League had somehow been comprised or even worse killed by the newly
arrived Maga-Superwoman.

Of course, at that moment in time only she and her six shrunken detainees
could answer those particular questions with any specificity. After her
meeting with Catwoman, Betty Jean intended to do just that; reveal her
diabolical plans for the people of earth. The more Awesome Girl thought about
introducing and displaying the tiny little superheroes to the world the more
excited she became which brought on yet another powerful orgasm.

On the day of her release from prison, Catwoman turned in her orange jumpsuit
and other prison paraphernalia. That being done she was allowed to shower and
change into her own civvies ... extremely short tight fitting cutoff blue
jeans, a body-hugging wife-beater T-shirt, and her knee-high leather boots
which showcased her muscular thighs.

Many of the inmates using prison issue tin cups (clich� much?) rattled the
bars of their cells sounding their goodbyes by shouting ... Meow ... Meow ...
Meow ... The very definition of catcalls.

The minute Selina Kyle stepped out of the prison she was greeted by a new
model SUV with tinted windows driven by Big Betty. As the passenger door swung
open Catwoman reluctantly slid into the front seat and high-fived her former
cellmate. She understood she would eventually need to confront Betty about the
death of her friend, the girl named Sue.

"Girl, do I have an extra special day planned for us." Betty Jean was wearing
an oversized Gotham City Rebels football jersey that hugged her contours. She
succinctly laid out her plans; first up was a catered gourmet lunch, followed
by some recent TV footage of her, a couple of home movies, and then a big
'little' surprise. "I guarantee a fun filled day."

"Great, I can't wait." She licked her lips. "I'm famished." Selina neglected
to share her concern with the lunatic female with whom she was about to view
home movies and share a lunch.

Catwoman had immediately noticed Betty Jean's enormous physique. Obviously,
the big blonde had somehow mastered the absorption techniques and had clearly
been using them extensively more likely than not indiscriminately.

"By the way ... You seem to have grown quite a bit." Selina whistled. "How
tall are you now?"

"Six-foot eight." At a stop-light Betty using her hands casually ripped and
tore apart the Rebels jersey revealing her big bad bodacious bulging biceps
and her gravity defying perfectly proportioned 50DDD breasts.

"Pretty damn big, huh?" Her staining sports-bra left nothing to the
imagination. "Many of my friends have started calling me Awesome Girl, but if
you prefer Betty that's cool." They rode the rest of the way to her condo in
relative silence.

Awesome Girl had pulled out all the stops in order to present her guest with
the perfect meal. The ruthless Blonde giantess hired, okay kidnapped, the
terrified world-renowned chef, Giada De Laurentiis. The famed gourmet chef and
TV personality and her unnamed sous chef were commissioned to prepare a
fantastic, very specific, meal. When Giada was 'hired' she was provided with a
menu and with only the very best ingredients for that specific dinner
combination.

Betty Jean had personally flown to Reykjavik, a small town in Iceland, and
selected a dozen lobsters from among the very best tasting lobsters on earth
... She selected Sea Salts from the Brittaney coast off France ... She flew to
Iowa for a couple a dozen freshly picked ears of sweet corn and to Idaho for
the best potatoes for roasting ... She traveled to Mexico for the best most
juicy lemons anywhere on the planet ... Then to Gilroy California for fresh
garlic cloves ... For the butter she traveled to the famed Minerva Dairy in
Ohio ... and finally she flew to San Francisco for fresh loaves of Sourdough
French Bread. At super-hyper speed it hadn't taken Awesome Girl very long.

The two famished female femme fatales sat down together and devoured
everything on the table leaving tons of food for later, food that was properly
stored in the frig by the sous chef. Betty graciously counted out and handed
six two-inch high stacks of hundred dollars to Giada and dismissed her and her
assistant to a waiting limo; admonishing both to never speak of that evening
to anyone; flexing her intimidating 58 1/2" biceps she offered the dismissed
chefs a terrifying smile.

"And now for your viewing pleasure."

Betty Jean used her remote to switch on the TV DVR ... Which began with an
edited video of a green clad Superwoman terrorizing the Norfolk Naval shipyard
... It showed the jeep juggling and the fusing together of metals ... the
faux-discuss throw, the destruction of the jets, the evisceration of the
aircraft carrier's flight deck and the burning of the historical building
followed by the shocking act of shrinking a naval captain down to less than
one foot in height.

"Now you see why I am being called Awesome Girl." Betty paused the video right
at the moment she had removed her mask and hood. Had Catwoman ever harbored
any doubts they were gone now. A frozen image of Betty's remarkable body and
gorgeous face stared back at her.

"My God how have you managed ..." Catwoman let her words trail off. She wasn't
certain she wanted to know.

"Let me show you, dear." Betty restarted the DVR which showed a condensed
video of Betty's first confrontation with Superman. The several mini-cameras
that had hidden and strategically placed throughout her condo had perfectly
captured for posterity each and every moment of Superman's ultimate defeat.

Selina watched in mesmerized horror as Betty Jean grew and grew and Superman
shrunk proportionately. The big blonde brazenly dismantled and tortured
Superman in every manner possible, pummeling him without mercy with
devastating right and lefts to his face, to his head, and to his sagging body.
Once she caused him to projectile vomit spewing the disgusting bile down to
his feet. Mercilessly humiliating the humbled superhero even further, Betty
rubbed his face in his own vomit forcing him to lick her carpet clean.

Once the shrinking process was nearly completed, she lifted the shrunken man
up with her right hand. Using only her thumb and forefinger she dangled
Superman upside down by his tiny legs before proceeding to deep throat the
terrified imp.

The moment Selina saw that video she wanted to beat a hasty retreat. But how?
She knew if she requested to leave or tried to run, Betty wouldn't allow it.

"What have you done with him?" Selina couldn't hide her concern. "Where Is he
now?"

"Ta Dah." Betty triumphantly raised her hands high over her head, interlocked
her fingers, and tensed her powerful body again flaunting her unworldly
muscularity to a clearly intimidated Selina Kyle. Betty Jean coquettishly
grinned as she flicked on the video once again.

This time the video flickered a bit before coming into focus revealing what
appeared to be a picturesque three-story building, a building identified by
the garish day glow colors of red, white, and blue signage as ... SMALLVILLE
... a building that surprisingly rested atop an oaken table on which stood an
elaborately constructed opaque dollhouse, a dollhouse populated by miniature
people, undoubtably people Betty Jean had previously drained and shrunk.

When the camera zoomed in closer, a stunned Catwoman recognized each of them
... Superman, Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Batman, and two slightly taller
individuals; Jimmy Olsen and Dick Grayson; AKA Robin ... Batman's ward.

Sensing this was the moment Betty would strike out at her, Catwoman attempted
to get her mind and body right and prepare herself for whatever was to come
next. Selina understood that this would likely be the moment of truth, not
only for her and for the shrunken superheroes but quite possibly for the
entire human race as well.

However, Betty surprised Selina once again. She retrieved a shoebox from a
cabinet and motioned for Catwoman to follow her into the guest bedroom where
Selina got her first in person look at the dollhouse and the shrunken
superheroes.

"Selina?" Batman was the first to see her. "Can you help us?"

Awesome Girl laughed dismissively and waved her finger at her dainty
demoralized detainees demanding silence.

She opened the shoebox revealing still another shrunken individual; Superman's
wife Lois Lane. Draining and absorbing the surprisingly buff reporter had been
ridiculously easy. Betty grabbed her off the street at the entrance to the
Daily Planet. She forced Lois into her SUV and effortlessly clutched her
wrists. Betty gleefully syphoned and absorbed the incredulous woman's strength
until Mrs. Superman stood about one foot tall.

Betty Jean deposited Superman's whimpering wee wife down on the Smallville
patio right next to her weeping wishy-washy wimp of a husband. Everyone
gathered around the couple not knowing whether they should be happy the couple
was together or distraught by Lois's shrinkage.

Betty Jean took advantage of the distraction by grabbing and squeezing both of
Catwoman's shoulders. Using her long strong fingers to manipulate the axillary
and thoracic nerves causing Selina insufferable pain not only to her shoulders
but to her hands, biceps and arms; arms that now hung immobile at her sides.

The ruthless giantess was cognizant, fully aware, that Catwoman did not
possess the regenerating healing abilities of a Superman or a Supergirl so the
normally ruthless muscle maiden was being extra careful with the Cat, not
ready to break anything of hers just yet but not so careful as to not inflict
unbearable excruciating pain, enjoying the Cat's painful caterwauling
screeching sounds that were music to the ears of Awesome Girl.

Catwoman was apoplectic ... Betty Jean had easily controlled her ... Selina
Kyle was furious with herself for not thinking things through. This undeniably
super Superwoman now possessed the combined muscle, strength, beauty, and
superpowers of Superman, Supergirl, and Wonder Woman as well those of dozens
and dozens of ordinary citizens ... The blonde giantess was clearly being
careful, making certain to not hurt Cat too badly, at least for now ... Selina
admonished herself again ... what the hell had she been thinking?

"Pretty damn big, huh." Betty Jean enjoyed nothing more than reminding
everyone of her incomprehensible size. Awesome Girl had pushed Catwoman down
on her back and was now sitting on her chest. "Cat, once I am finished with
you, I will re-introduce Awesome Girl to the world."

The sadistic blonde placed her flexed right arm on the table on which
Smallville stood while drawing additional muscle fiber away from Cat. Betty
pumped her right arm several times and joyously watched as it grew another
muscular inch, to a full 59" of pure feminine power.

"Well guys, you should keep looking because it's about to get even bigger."

Catwoman was too feeble to even resist Betty Jean's powerful prodigious
physical superiority which left Cat Incapable of moving a muscle. She began to
experience an overwhelming queasy puny feeling, a feeling which could only
mean she was being drained of her physicality.

Even before the confrontation began Catwoman understood she could never
compete with Betty Jean on the physical plane. However, she could at least try
to engage the omnipotent musclebound blonde by using her mental acumen using
the counter absorption techniques taught to her by Susan B. A. Leach, her dead
friend and mentor.

Awesome Girl could feel Catwoman's essence flowing into her ever expanding
incomparable body. From her past draining experiences B.J. realized that since
Selina Kaye was a mere mortal the process shouldn't take much longer.
Nonetheless, for some reason the progression was taking longer than expected,
much longer.

Awesome Girl could feel the draining process increasing exponentially and yet
Catwoman's size was not being diminished in any way. If anything, the Cat
seemed to be getting bigger, more muscular and stronger. Catwoman used her now
30 plus inch biceps to easily lift a disoriented disconsolate Bulging Betty
off of her.

The confident Catwoman sat atop Betty and began to reign powerful punches down
on her once invulnerable face and body. Every one of the diminutive detainees
could hear the cracking of bones and cartilage, and they could see the copious
amounts blood flowing from Betty's mangled nose

The seven shrunken homunculi cheered wildly and began screaming with delight.
When Lois began to sing, everyone joined in ... 'Ding Dong! The witch is dead.
Which old witch? The wicked witch. Ding Dong. The wicked witch is dead.'

Betty wasn't actually dead ... but it was close enough for the delirious
dancing detainees. They cheered loudly, jumped up and down, hugged each other
clearly expecting that something wonderful was about to happen.

"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" The anguish of Awesome-less Girl was evident. Her superior
size and muscular definition were no more. Along with her now scrawny body her
dreams of world domination were shrinking away, gone, way gone.

"How ... Why ... What is happening?"

"The how was relatively easy." Catwoman laughed contemptuously at the
distraught diminished Blonde bombshell.

"You remember Sue, the girl you killed back at the prison." Catwoman squeezed
Betty's hands so tightly everyone could hear the cracking sounds of several
more bones being broken.

"Sue taught me how to reverse the shrinking and absorption proceses while
still in progress without the aggressor being aware until it was too late."
Selina assumed a double bicep pose and proceeded to flex her ever expanding
36" - 38" - 40" biceps. Betty Jean whimpered, whelped, wheezed, and wept
uncontrollably.

"She's the one who taught me how to use your absorption powers against you by
surreptitiously reversing the process." Flexed continued to flex her growing
biceps. "Shut up and watch." Her biceps continued to grow ... 42' - 44" - 46"
...

"You have the audacity to ask me why?" Cat continued to pummel Betty's already
beaten battered bruised and bloody face, breaking her nose some more,
dislocating her jaw, while shattering most of her front teeth. For her own
amusement Selina maniacally cuffed Betty's ears with the palms of her hands
like a cat might, simulating the actions of a deranged derailed demented
symbols player on methamphetamines.

"The reasons are myriad. However, my true motivation was fueled by revenge.
You shouldn't have killed Sue." Catwoman continued to cuff Betty Jean about
the head some more. "As they say in the movies, karma is a bitch and today
that bitch is named Selina Kyle."

Catwoman punched Betty Jean in the gut and watched as the woman turned a
disturbing color of purple before spewing forth copious amounts of bile onto
the floor. The Cat shoved Betty's face down into her own vomit just as she had
seen her do to Superman in the video.

"Betty, you asked me what happened to you ..." Catwoman laughed some more all
over again as she watched as the now less Awesome Girl's vomit dripped down
her face seemingly in slow motion splashing on her bare feet.

"What has happened to you is this ... I've gotten really big and really strong
and you haven't ... sound familiar?" Selina grabbed and virtually crushed
Betty's shrinking bicep in her hands and watched as the diminished
Goddess-want-to-be ... or better yet ... 'Goddess-want-to-have-been ... shrunk
down in size to around one foot tall.

"Selina, please put that bitch in the house with me." Superman wanted to kick
her ass and the shrunken Superhero said so.

"I wanna kick that bitch's shrinking ass." He said.

"Not a good idea Superman." Catwoman warned. "She still has the power and the
knowledge to absorb your strength for herself. She would likely kill you
within seconds."

"Okay then ... Door number two it is." Superman didn't look happy. "However,
that woman needs to be punished."

"Setting that aside for the moment." Batman spoke up. "We all want to thank
you for neutralizing that abomination; removing her as a threat to the
planet." They all moved closer hoping for good news but Catwoman remained
ominously silent; acting coy.

"Now for the big question." The miniature captives all wanted to know the same
thing. "Can you restore us to our normal size?"

"Yes. I believe I can." Selina moved in front of the full-length mirror and
admired her unequaled beauty and spectacular muscular body and her newly
acquired omnipotent superpowers.

Selina thought back to her formative years living on the streets of Gotham
City, fending for herself; scamming tourists, stealing from crooks, and
sponging off rich kids like Bruce Wayne, never imagining that someday her
delinquent self would be in such an enviable exalted position ... Mistress of
the Universe should she wish it.

"Let me assure each one of you that I possess everything you once possessed;
everything that made you guys you guys. Everything that made you guys
superheroes; your unique gifts; your powers, your strength, and your muscles."
She grinned coyly. "I possess everything and If I were to wish it, I could
literally identify, separate, compartmentalize, and redistribute each of your
individual DNA attributes. Should I wish it I could restore each of you to
your former genetically blessed selves.

"Should you wish it?" Batman as well as each of the shrunken others exchanged
furtive glances. They all looked anxious and worried.

"Selina, please." Batman pleaded with his former lover.

"Yes." Selina smiled ambiguously as she admired her imposing image in the
mirror unable to stop flexing.

"Should ... Selina ... wish it."

To be continued ...

Will Catwoman do the right think and return the shrunken superheroes to their
former size and status or will Selina Kyle retain her newly acquired
physicality for herself and aspire to be Mistress of the world.

Tune in next time ... Same Cat Channel ... Same Cat Time ...

Catwoman Gets Frisky ... by the Elder Barry ... 43,100 words (mostly
different)

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