It began at Nikki's pool
By the Elder Barry Erctwo@aol.com 
A New Fem-Dom Paradigm is Upon Us


IT BEGAN AT NIKKI's POOL

(A New Fen-Dom Paradigm Is Upon Us)

Nicole "Nikki" Peterson and her three closest girl friends, Tracy, Stacy, and
Alexandra, were each pretty and busty well-muscled teen girls with 34B or 34C
breasts and with biceps approaching 12". They were the envy of every girl
attending Jefferson High School each of whom wanted to be them and every boy
in school each of whom wanted to be with them.

Richard 'Poindexter' Peterson had come to accept his lot in life, such as it
was. The moniker 'Poindexter' had been bestowed upon Richard by Nikki his twin
sister as a joke but it had stuck with him. He was the very definition of a
high school nerd complete with an impressive off-the charts IQ surpassing 160.

Even for a sixteen-year-old he was short in stature, slight of build, devoid
of any muscle definition whatsoever the polar opposite of his sister. To
complete the stereotypical image of a techno-geek, he wore a pair of very
thick coke-bottle lensed eye glasses which unto itself Invited an observer to
make the inevitable comparison to his twin sister's physical attributes; the
cosmic joke was undeniable.

Richard exited the UBER he had hired at the airport putting behind him the
incessant pounding sounds of the hip-hope music emanating from the driver's
radio. He headed for the back yard pool area hoping to sneak into the main
house before being noticed by his sister. He was returning home from a
three-month long semester abroad in Paris when he saw the most beautiful
amazingly fit girl imaginable in his pool.

"Holy mother of holy fuck." The salty language was atypical of Richard.
"Jesus, sis is that really you?" Embarrassed by seeing Nikki's near naked self
he quickly averted his eyes away from his genetically blessed twin sister.

Her skimpy hot-pink bikini top did little to cover her gravity defying much
larger than he had remembered 36D breasts that barely covered her prominent
nipples. The green and purple colored thong she was almost wearing showed off
her peach-shaped muscular buttocks and was little more than dental floss for
her ass crack.

"Of course, it's me." She flexed her huge biceps. "Who the hell were you
expecting Wonder 'fucking' Woman?" Nikki twirled around unashamedly displaying
her NEW spectacular near six-foot physique as her gawking twin brother looked
on. "I've been working out a little.

"A little?"

'Okay a lot." She flexed again.

Nikki raised her arms over head with her fingers pointing to the heavens above
revealing and accentuating her killer six-pack abs which no doubt would soon
to be an eight-pack. She was stretching her muscular torso to the nth degree
displaying each and every muscle group in her curvaceous nubile body.

"You like?"

"My God, Nikki." You look like a porn star ..." He choked on his own words.

"Say what?" Nikki feigned annoyance.

"Oh no, not a porn star." He choked some more. "I didn't mean it that way." He
blushed for no apparent reason. "More like a Victoria Secrets Model or maybe a
Playboy Playmate, you know like a centerfold with muscles, a centerfold with
really big muscles."

The siblings exchanged small talk for a bit avoiding her extraordinary
physicality until Richard excused himself by telling his sister he wanted to
shower and change his clothes.

"I need to take a shower and change my clothes." He told his sister. However,
what he hadn't told her that he was developing a raging hard-on and he wanted
to get to his room as soon as possible so he could jerk off to her image.

"Okay Poindexter." Unable to resist showing off just a little bit more of her
fabulous self, she flexed furiously and went into a double-biceps pose for his
viewing pleasure. "You've got some time." She proudly kissed each of her
fabulously peaked biceps. "The gang won't be here for another hour or so."

"Great." Richard understood that the 'gang' meant his sister's three closest
girlfriends: Tracy, Stacy, and Alexandra. He couldn't wait to see how much the
girls had grown and developed over the summer. If Nikki's remarkable clearly
unnatural three month body enhancements, including four inches in height, were
any indication of her friends' progress he realized he was in for a special
visual treat.

Richard was more than just a bit worried for his sister. Afterall, he was a
certified genius and nobody's fool. His sister's amazing metamorphous from the
body of a 5-6" fit teenaged girl into that of a near six-foot-tall Superwoman
in less than three months was extraordinarily extraordinary bordering on the
supernatural. He was worried she might be endangering herself with illegal
steroids or other banned substances; worried about what else she may have done
to develop in such a way. What deal she may have struck or agreed to and more
importantly with whom?

His twin sister's abdominal muscles and breasts and overall physique were
certainly more than just impressive, astonishing really, unworldly to be sure.
However, her biceps were even more remarkable approaching 161/2" in diameter
more than four-inches within the past three months. Inexplicably his
sixteen-year-old sister's muscular yet feminine body now resembled that of a
young Arnold Schwarzenegger and he wondered if the others in the gang could
possibly measure up.

He booted up his computer and watched a three-year-old two-minute You Tube
video of the then twelve-year-old girls practicing their cheerleading
routines. He was longingly focusing his attention on Alexandra Petrovich who
at the time was the shortest of the girls, barely five-foot-one; the one girl
with whom he thought he might have a chance.

However, by the time the two of them had entered their freshman year of High
School Alex had experienced a growth spurt reaching if not exceeding
five-feet-six-inches in height and a solid 112-pounds of lithe sensuous teen
perfection.

At the time Alexandra's burgeoning breasts promised to be wonderful wondrous
wonders in waiting. Even as she turned age fourteen Alexandra Petrovich was
already way out of his league. Her way-too-big girlie teen biceps outshone his
pipe-stem arms to the point of embarrassment; embarrassment for him not her.

Two short years later the soon to be high school junior was sitting alone in
his bedroom peering out the window anxiously awaiting the arrival of his
sister's cheerleader team-mates. Her life-long friends would be arriving soon
ready to practice some of their cheerleading routines, show off their bodies,
and, no doubt, engage in some leisurely titillating sunbathing and swimming
activities ... a typical pool party for the genetically gifted cheerleaders.

Poindexter had already ejaculated to his sister's image but the very thought
of Alex excited him and he was beginning to get another hard-on.

Alex was the first of the girls to arrive. She was wearing a pair of
tight-fitting cut-off blue jeans and a short-sleeved clinging pink T-shirt
with the letters ... 'OKAY, U CAN LOOK' ... stenciled across her more than
ample chest and now she was even more out of his league.

Her luxurious long reddish-hair cascaded down over her well-tanned shoulders
framing her gorgeous face; the girl was an absolute wonder to behold and
Richard feared that she too may have made a deal with the devil or someone or
thing akin to Beelzebub.

He raced down the stairs with alacrity nearly falling flat on his face all the
while profusely thanking whichever one of the Gods looked after and protected
the awkward, the clumsy, and the oafish who had kept him from falling. He
opened the backdoor before his sister knew that Alex had arrived.

"Hi Alex." Richard breathlessly craned his neck and looked up and up at the
face of his high school fantasy girl who had grown even taller over the
summer; easily reaching five-ten or five-eleven fast approaching six-feet like
his twin sister... nearly a half a foot taller than he.

He lovingly stared into her eyes, eyes that had dramatically changed colors
from the deep blue he remembered to turquoise-colored orbs floating in a sea
of lilac; beautiful didn't even come close to describing the unique and
exquisite look.

"Hey, Dex." Pretending not to notice their respective height difference she
hugged him tightly in her over-developed muscular arms and given that six-inch
height disparity she couldn't help smushing her gigantic breasts against his
face 'inadvertently' treating him to the first motorboating experience of his
life.

"Wow ... Alex ... Wow ... You look great ..." He stepped back taking in the
splendiferousness of the teen Goddess. "Holly fucking wow." Her breasts
actually dwarfed those of his busty sister and her biceps were well beyond
simply enormous. "Jesus, you've really grown." He added unnecessarily.

"Yeppers." She breathed deeply and teasingly puffed out her impressive chest
for Poindexter's benefit and laughed a raspy, guttural, and sexy laugh. "I've
gotten taller, too." She pushed up her breasts teasing him even further
showing deep cleavage 'inadvertently' exposing a saucer sized pinkish areole
and an impossibly erect nipple.

"38D or DD depending on the bra in case you were wondering." Alexandra
continued teasing the mesmerized boy. She pushed up her sleeve of her
tight-fitting T-shirt revealing her fully flexed straining biceps and she
pumped up her massive 163/4" throbbing still growing left bicep.

"I have another one just like it over here." She giggled." Take a look." She
flexed her right arm. "This one measures a full seven-teen-inches. Can you
believe that ... Feast your eyes ... Better yet you can feel them."

"You're so big and so hard." He was suspicious. "How?" How was all he had
managed to say because right then and there that was all Poindexter really
wanted to know. What had she and his sister done to achieve such prodigious
perfection.

Alexandra steadfastly repeated the same bullshit story that she and the other
girls had concocted making no mention of their recent discovery of the
mysterious hillside cave. She opted instead to obfuscate and recite the agreed
upon cover story.

"Dex, listen up." She was almost whispering. "We all work out 24/7 ... with
heavy and light weights ... strict regimens of muscle building supplements
including anabolic steroids." She paused and flexed her biceps once again. "We
religiously take testosterone vitamins and massive amounts of carbohydrate
heavy foods ... proper diets ... total dedication ... and most importantly
genetics; without the proper genetics, superior genetics then the rest is
pointless."

"Steroids?" Richard asked. "You guys take steroids?"

"Yes, we all use steroids in moderation but there's nothing nefarious
happening here." Alex had protested too much. She was seemingly defending
herself against accusations that had never been leveled.

Dexter wasn't the least bit convinced but his thought processes were
interrupted by the arrival of the remainder of the gang in the form of the
'Barbie' twins ... Back in the day that's what everyone called the two
inseparable pretty little blonde girls but now the two impressive 5-10" tall
outrageously muscled cousins had clearly outgrown that moniker.

Tracy and Stacy had arrived together wearing matching black halter-tops and
lime-green shorts. The girls were carrying bar-bells with them as was their
want; the cousins were always compulsively curling the twenty pound-bar-bells;
their throbbing undulating biceps rippling with each curl.

The nearly identical super-cousins were happy to see Richard. They were both
far bigger than he remembered, bigger in every way imaginable; noticeably
taller, clearly more muscular, and bustier ... way bustier.

The two of them couldn't wait to tease and show off for Nikki's nerdy little
brother ... Nothing nefarious indeed.

Apparently, each of the abundantly endowed five-foot-ten-inch-tall blonde
girls was predisposed with near compulsive exhibitionist traits because
without hesitation the preening cousins immediately stripped off their tops,
fondled their humongous 36DD boobs tweaking their erect nipples while flexing
their identical 147/8" biceps.

Richard understood that the odds against four genetically superior massively
muscled and supremely busty overdeveloped teen girls coming together as
friends at such an early age were astronomical ... while the odds of four
teenaged girls developing as they have in such a short period of time were
even less likely, and yet ...

It was at that very moment in time that three mouth-breathing loud-mouthed
uninvited members of the varsity football team decided to crash the pool
party. Charlie 'The Chuckster' Clark sidled up to the impressively muscled
Nicole Peterson who saw this scenario as a chance to show off her strength.

The massive 6-8 370-pound football player couldn't take his hungry eyes off
her perfect body. She could tell that he was mesmerized by her muscular arms
so she afforded him some leeway. The mammoth man-child was clearly envious,
and he couldn't resist blurting out something monumentally stupid, even for
him

"Hey, Nikki, has anybody ever mistaken you for a man?" Taking pleasure in
showing off a bit for the giant boy she had allowed him to touch her unflexed
right bicep and run his index finger along her raised blue colored pronounced
worm like vein. He was surprised by the steel like hardness of her arm.

"No ... How about you Charles?" She flexed her huge biceps in his face
surprising him with their girth. "Has anyone ever mistaken YOU for a man?"

"Fuck you, you fucking freak." When his fellow football players laughed at his
vehement reaction to her dis the Chuckster showed his embarrassment. The
six-foot-eight man-child flexed his massive 171/2" biceps before hitting the
giggling girl with a right-hook to her solar plexus which as it turned out
wasn't the best of ideas. Upon contact with her mid-section Charlie screamed
out in pain convinced that he had broken several bones in his right hand.

"Is that it, wimp?" Nikki had tightened her abdominal muscles of which there
were eight slabs of impenetrable steel like girders ... She had accepted the
full force of his blow without so much as blinking breaking his hand in the
process.

"Is that all you've got Charles? Did I hurt my little Chuckie Doll's hand?"

Suddenly, she grasped the unsuspecting Chuckster by his wrist and upper arm
laughing as she did so. Using his own forward momentum and her immense
strength she effortlessly tossed the surprised 370 pounder head over heels
into the pool.

At first the confused out-of-control summersaulting giant of a man saw blue
sky and then he saw the pool water and then he saw the blue sky again - pool
-sky - before belly-flopping into the pool displacing more than enough water
to accommodate the water needs of much of Southern California.

Using his own strength and dexterity a livid red-faced Chuckster deftly
catapulted himself out of the water alighting on the tile bordering the pool
and he recklessly bull rushed the smirking 'Tricky Nikki' Peterson who
fearlessly stood her ground.

Once the mindlessly charging football player had closed the distance between
the two of them he vaulted his 370-pound self towards her fully intending to
destroy the bitch with a flying shoulder block. However, Nikki stoically
accepted the devasting block and laughed as he harmlessly bounced off of her.

She again grabbed the muscle-head this time by his crotch. In one quick and
seemingly effortless motion she lifted him high over her head with one hand.
Just for show Nikki military pressed his flailing body several times before
chucking the Chuckster towards the pool once again. However, this time the
screaming man-child easily cleared the length of the pool, the rest of her
backyard, and the perimeter fence before landing with a loud thud in the empty
lot adjoining her parent's property.

The buxom teenager had just effortlessly thrown a 370-pound man well over 100
yards a far greater distance than a strong armed NFL quarterback could throw a
football. She curtseyed demurely as her friends applauded roaring out their
collective approval punctuated with belly-busting laughter.

"Next?" Nikki turned her attention towards Charles' two flabbergasted
companions who by then were already running towards the fence even before
Nikki could invite them to play with her. The fleeing boys would be telling
this story to anyone who would listen knowing full well no one would believe a
word of it.

Nikki, as well as the other girls and her brother were all startled and amazed
by the unexpected extent of her extraordinary display of strength; a strength
that seemed to be multiplying. The girls wanted to believe that their arduous
workouts, special diets, vitamins and supplements not to mention the liberal
use of steroids were responsible for their remarkable fast developing strength
and power, but they all knew differently; they all understood the truth.

The girls all realized that the ancient artifacts and scrolls and statuettes
they'd discovered in the mysterious hillside cave nearly four weeks earlier
had more to do with their evolving superhuman strength than any bowl of
Wheaties or any can of spinach or any amount of whey protein shakes or any
amount of protein rich nuts that they may have ingested.

'The gang' had most assuredly stumbled upon something magical in that cave,
something special, something hell-a-awesome. Something that was about to alter
the very fabric of society. They still had a couple of days to make
life-changing decisions not only for themselves but for the fate of the entire
world as well.

"We need to talk." Richard approached Nikki clearly concerned but he was
rebuffed by a wave of her hand.

Nearly four weeks before the pool party the gorgeous teen cheerleaders had
been jogging together in the Malibu hills when a minor earthquake rocked and
rolled through the hills of Southern California dislodging a number of
boulders exposing the entrance to a long-hidden underground cave.

"Why not?" Mikki had asked a rhetorical question.

Without hesitation the four adventuress teenagers entered the pitch black
cave. Using the lights from their cell phones they traversed down a long
winding stone carved staircase until they were brought to a stop by an
imposing large metal door with no handle to facilitate entrance.

"Open sesame." Nikki admonished 'the gang' to stop laughing. "Someone needed
to say it, right?"

Yeah." Alex who was still laughing chimed it. "It worked for Ali Baba. By the
way, how many thieves worked for him?"

"I don't know." Nikki quipped. "I'm not a thief counter."

"Forty thieves." Stacy wished to end the conversation but Tracy her identical
cousin had something to say,

"Damn, Baba was a mob boss." The original OG ... "

Nikki knocked on the door and was shocked when it swung open and emptied into
a large chamber containing numerous statues mostly of naked comely young
women, foreign language books, paintings, and scrolls ... plus a whole bunch
of other cool stuff including one ornate silver container about the size of a
lunch box residing on what appeared to be a religious altar in front of a wall
depicting a large image of an orange sun.

The stunned but laughing girls each wanted to be the one who opened the box
eschewing the possibility of unleashing bad juju into and upon the world; you
know, like Pandora's box. The girls engaged in a vigorous impromptu make-shift
game of Rochambeau with Stacy winning the round-round-robin tournament (Rock
trumps Scissors) and the honor of opening the box.

To quote a memorable line from a Brad Pitt movie 'The Seven Deadly Sins' ...
What's in the box? What's in the box?

When Stacy, lifted the lid she stepped back and watched seemingly never-ending
billows and billows and billows and more billows of purplish colored smoke
pouring from out the silver box quickly engulfing and swirling around Nikki's
body before escaping the cave flowing freely throughout the hills towards the
surrounding cities and towns and municipalities and even the majestic Pacific
Ocean.

"Oh no." Nikki gasped. "The apocalypse is upon us." She slapped her forehead
with the palm of her open right hand as jokingly uttered the words they were
all silently thinking.

"Oh well, at least we're still pretty." Tracy giggled.

"And hot too." Stacy added.

"Not to mention that we're each built like a brick shit houses." Added
Alexandra as she flexed her bigger than big bulging biceps.

Suddenly a blinking green strobe light emanated from the now open box
projecting an image on the far wall, an image of a handsome well-groomed older
'man' with long white hair and an equally long white beard. Almost immediately
it became clear to the astonished girls that what they were watching was a
hologram of a God-like-male sitting upon a golden throne pontificating aloud.
Shockingly the girls had been able to understand each and every word the man
had uttered; words that left them with much to ruminate upon and ruminate they
would.

Before leaving the chamber each girl impulsively secured a statuette for
herself unconsciously choosing one that would serve as a role model throughout
the remainder of their lives ... Nikki had helped herself to one that depicted
a smiling overly muscled naked young girl sporting an hour-glass-figure while
displaying a pair of enormous breasts ... Alexandra was fascinated with a
statue showing a nubile girl with massive biceps seemingly flexing to her
heart's content. The two cousins, Tracy and Stacy independently selected
almost identical statues each depicting a lovely young woman with relatively
large perfect breasts, wonderfully peaked biceps, and abs to die for.

Even prior to exiting the cave each of the girls immediately realized that
their bodies were changing. They were now even more beautiful, physically more
fit, considerably bustier, more muscular, much stronger, and more powerful
than ever before and they couldn't have been happier about it.

Perplexed and well beyond simply intrigued the smiling young girls packed up
some of the paintings, books, and a couple of the scrolls. They covered up the
entrance to the cave, intending to return in four weeks as instructed by the
grey-haired man. They headed for home all the while watching the ubiquitous
billowing plumes of purple smoke spreading in all directions across the hills,
the lands, the cities, and the ocean waters not knowing nor giving a rat's ass
what their actions had and would eventually unleash upon an unsuspecting and
ill prepared world; Pandora's box indeed.

No one would ever know for certain what, other than smoke, had been in the
box. However, within a week a sudden world-wide proliferation of physically
transformed muscular women, young and old, spread across the earth. A
phenomenon that coincided with the mysterious clouds that had consumed the
entire planet was the suspected cause.

The unexplained clouds of lilac colored smoke that had originated in Southern
California and engulfed much of the world before dissipating into nothingness
were believed to have somehow been responsible for the phenomenon, a
phenomenon that was being called the 'Amazon Effect' which was being
thoroughly investigated.

The general consensus among Infectious disease specialists around the world
was that the clouds contained and spread an airborne highly contagious
heretofore unknown and unrecognizable and undetectable virus had come into
existence and was currently infecting the female population of the planet;
nobody had a better idea ...

However, Superman in his role as Protector of the Planet felt compelled to
investigate even further; he needed to know more.

The four outrageously muscular young girls congregating at Nikki's Southern
California home for the rest of the summer were luxuriating around the pool
noshing on plates full of goodies; fruits, cheeses, cold-cuts, and warm rolls
as well as chilled bottles of beer and red-bull.

The four girls all had a pretty good idea relative to the spontaneous
development of the muscular girl paradigm, the 'Amazon Effect' which encircled
the world because they too had been affected albeit much more dramatically.

However, they weren't talking about anything to anyone accept to the young man
with the 160 IQ and no one mentioned to anyone, even him, that the statues
seemed to be periodically glowing.

"Now that's a story not to be believed." Richard Poindexter Peterson hadn't
minced words. "However, given the empirical evidence your astonishing evolving
bodies suggest there is likely some truth in what you say ... That coupled
with what seems to be happening to all females across the world."

"Now ..." Richard thumbed through one of the books found in the cave.
"Sumerian is universally believed to be the oldest recorded language having
originated in Iraq somewhere around 3500 BC ... I can't read it but I do have
an app."

"Of course you do." Nikki smiled proudly showing extreme confidence in her
brother's academic acumen.

"I can scan the writings in the book and the app will provide us with a
literal or truncated translation; the later should suffice."

"This colorful account of Earth's beginnings predates by centuries all known
written histories of the planet. If it's to be believed." Richard took a deep
breath and continued. "According to these chronicles the planet was discovered
or created and then nurtured by the Gods, both Roman and Greek as a libidinous
playground for their lustful desires.

For decades upon decades the Gods propagated with the females of earth many of
whom gave birth to scores and scores of female children who often evolved into
demi-goddesses which should not be confused as small cups of strong coffee.
Each female seemed to be more powerful than the next; male offspring were
often slaughtered at birth by the Gods who feared eventual rivals."

"Many, if not all of Earth's historians believe that the 'stories' passed down
through the millennium were nothing more than complete nonsense, fanciful
myths. However, many serious scholars, historians, and chroniclers of those
times found enough evidence to support an alternate theory suggesting that the
Earth may have been regularly visited by Gods ... but were they really Gods or
were they simply alien visitors from other technologically advanced planets;
space aliens with extradentary powers. Either way the 'visitors' enjoyed the
pleasures of the flesh; impregnating thousands and thousands and thousands of
earthly maidens."

"For numerous generations the enhanced females of the planet dominated the
indigenousma.es thereon reducing them to domestics and menial laborers."
Richard paused and took a long gulp from the lite beer Nikki had placed in
front of him. "The women were becoming nearly as powerful as the minor Gods
and the demi-Gods themselves which displeased and freighted them."

"A cadre of the most paranoid of the lesser Gods conspired together to conjure
up the mother of all containment spells imprisoning the near deities as well
as the very essence of all earthly females in an inescapable virtual prison;
i.e., the box."

Richard explained in great detail the inscription on the box clearly and
succinctly thusly:

Whomever what so ever opens this penitentiary of female power, strength, and
dominance will be endowed ten-fold while the personification of feminine might
and potency will be released and once again spread across the land.

The newest paradigm shift influenced and triggered a potential imbalance of
power visa a vie male/female roles hadn't gone unnoticed by Superman, the
Protector of the Planet. the Kryptonian scanned the earth discovering an
unmistakable aura currently emanating from a home in Malibu California.

Upon his unannounced arrival Superman encountered and confronted four
outrageously proportioned teenaged girls and a painfully skinny young man.

Each of the four girls, the gang' had always been busty and overly muscled.
However, they had clearly been infected or enhanced or endowed or whatever the
politically correct term was in vogue that day because each of the teens was
beginning to take on the attributes of their statues, bigger breasts and
bigger boobs ... Each of the four girls felt half the way to invulnerable and
all the way to invincible.

Their breasts spilled from out their halter tops and bikini tops, tops that
barely managed to cover their nipples. However, nothing covered their
stupendous musculature which since the incident in the cave had become even
more pronounced; they would need to go shopping for new clothes sooner than
later.

"What do YOU want here?" Nikki confronted and verbally disrespected the Man of
Steel who had shown up uninvited.

Until that moment in time Nikki and the other girls had held no animosity
towards Superman but not so much anymore. Now, for no apparent reason Nikki
and the others wanted to beat the shit out of him partially because they knew
or at least thought they could.

Nikki had been hell-a-intrigued with and uplifted by two words, words that
dominated her thoughts. Nikki was brimming with unbridled confidence anxious
to learn the truth and the ramifications of those two little words.

"Relax." Superman smiled assuredly despite his suspicions. "I'm not here to
harm you. I only wish to ask you a few questions."

"Really." She smirked arrogantly. "First of all, it's amusing to me that you
actually believe you can harm us." She flexed her huge biceps revealing
virtual mountains of peaked perfection. Nikki smirked some more at a suddenly
concerned Man of Steel.

He was more than just impressed with her physicality. However, he was
immediately distracted by an even more impressive red headed girl who had
sidled up alongside them. His attention was being drawn to Alex who was well
worth watching. Alexandra Petrovich was more than just watchable she was
must-see TV. He scrutinized the physical specimen as she offered a display of
female musculature heretofore unseen on earth.

She was easily lifting humongous amounts of heavy weights well over 500 pounds
in each hand; that's right 500-pounds in each hand. She juggled the barbells
as if they were nothing more than tennis balls with such ease she barely
strained her sinewy arms which remained unflexed until they weren't.

"That's remarkable." Superman was in awe. Yes, with his Kryptonian super
powers he knew he could have easily duplicated her display of strength but he
was endowed with super powers and she was ...???

"I know." She shrugged and nonchalantly turned away. "I'm as surprised as all
get out, but isn't it wonderful?" She flexed her biceps some more again one
more time revealing that she was even more muscular than Nikki. She relaxed
before nonchalantly returning to her less strenuous workout routines.

"Harm us?" Nikki regained his attention by flexing her own biceps which were
no less spectacular. "You actually think you can hurt me." She was confident
that the two words rattling around in her head augured well and promised an
advantage; an advantage she was eager to test.

"You're lucky we don't unleash Alex on you." Stacy flashed a boob and laughed
as she noticed a bulge forming in his pants.

"Leave, us now or else." Nikki rose to her full height and tensed her entire
muscular body. "We don't want to be interrogated by the likes of you." She
explained. "You falsely claim to be the protector of the planet and yet you've
done nothing, absolutely nothing, in support of equality for women ... Go
away." She demanded.

"Someday the two of us can sit down and discuss that issue." Superman appeared
pensive. "In the meantime, answer me one question ... How ..." He pointed at
Alex. "How did she do what I just witnessed her do with those heavy weights?"

"Alexandra is hell-a-fucking-strong." Nikki's terse answer was succinct enough
leaving Superman without a follow up question.

When he didn't immediately leave as demanded Nikki considered that to ben
affront to her and that it was time for her to test her relative strength
against his. With lighting speed, she grasped his right hand with both of
hers; eschewing any bit of nervousness she may have harbored before she began
to squeeze applying more and more pressure while watching with delight and
amusement as the undisputed strongest man in the world dropped down to his
knees whimpering like a child in obvious pain.

The strongest man in the world's almost pathetic feeble failed attempts to
fend her off magnified her confidence. So, rather than simply squeezing his
hand some more Nikki decided to further test her strength against his
demonstrating her total domination.

She forcibly shoved the shocked and unbelieving Superhero over onto his back
and sat on his chest while holding his arms down onto the ground. Nikki again
laughed some more once again reveling in her own undeniable supremacy over the
man as she watched tears welling up in his eyes. She forced his hands together
enabling her to hold both of his hands and arms down using only her left hand.

"How." Superman was in state of panic and it showed. "How are you doing this
to me?" He whimpered.

"Quite easily ... Don't you think."

Try as he might he couldn't extricate his wrists from her powerful vice like
grip. In fact, the Man of Steel couldn't even lift his arms off the ground.
Using her free hand she disrespectfully and repeatedly slapped him across his
face leaving her white handprint on his reddening cheeks laughing as she did
so. She was joined by a chorus of hearty guffaws from her ebullient muscle
mates.

"Hit him again harder, harder. Tracy, Sandy, and Alexandra were performing one
of their cheerleading routines. "Hit him again harder, harder." The girls
tossed each other high into the air summersaulting willy-nilly. "Hit him again
harder, harder."

Nikki had unintentionally scraped a finger nail across Superman's cheek
drawing a trickle of blood resulting in rivulets of blood to roll down his
face. The Man of Steel couldn't believe that he was actually bleeding nor
could he believe that he was being overwhelmed and humiliated by a teenaged
girl; all be it a super powered one. He couldn't help but wonder if all of the
earth's females were evolving similarly fearing they would soon to be as
strong as these girls; stronger than him.

Nikki's arrogant smile broadened as she wrapped her massive 16-inch calves and
27-inch thighs tightly around his suddenly malleable torso. The Man of Steel
was fearful of her intentions and when she preceded to squeeze in earnest he
feared for his life. When the super-child teasingly began to bounce his sorry
ass up and down up and down up and down on the ground he came to the
realization that she was mischievously playing with him as a house cat might
with a helpless little mouse.

Had someone, anyone, taken notice of the golden-hued light flashing on and off
in each of the girls' respective bedrooms they may have investigated and
wondered why the statues were glowing, vibrating, and seemingly radiating
heat. The entities who had been imprisoned within the vortex of the ancient
relics for countless centuries were now sensing possible escapes and they
slowly but inexorably projected their personas out onto the four muscular
teenagers; hoping to dominate their minds and bodies. While the demi-goddesses
weren't strong enough yet they felt it was just a matter of time.

"Ten-fold indeed." Apparently, the inscription on the box was true; she was as
certain as she could be that she was now at least ten-times stronger than the
whimpering, walling, wimp groveling at her feet. The heretofore strongest man
in the world was still that, the strongest MAN in the world, but right now he
was her bitch who was completely resigned to his ultimate fate.

"How cool is this?" Nikki smiled at her friends who were squealing with
delight while Superman remained silent not thinking it cool at all.

She released the panting and wheezing and utterly confused frightened
Superhero from her submission hold and slowly flexed her upper arms again.
"Superman, look at my big fucking girlie muscles."

He silently looked.

"You like?"

He remained silent but nonetheless he looked up at her in awe as he recognized
that her biceps were growing exponentially even as they spoke and now easily
exceeded 18" maybe even 19" suggesting the unimaginable power and strength
residing therein with the promise of more to come.

"Better get used to these puppies of mine. I've grown more than four inches in
the last couple of days." She flexed again and her biceps rose to cartoonish
proportions or so it seemed. "How fucking awesome is that?"

The other girls surrounded him preening and posing displaying equally imposing
musculature and pulsating biceps ... Each girl was begging for a turn with the
new toy.

"Stop hurting me." He demanded forcibly; out of habit but without conviction.
He was at their mercy and he knew it ... as did they.

NO! No fucking way." She rose to her full height her voice spewing venom not
knowing from whence it had come. "What fun would that be?"

"What do you want from me?"

"Hold on Nikki. Give me a turn." Alexandra wanted to play ... test her
strength against the mighty one.

Alex engaged in some collegiate unsophisticated word play enjoying her puns to
the nth degree, even if no one else did. As she playfully used him as a
six-foot-four-inch punching dummy. Alex furiously pumped up her
incomprehensible bicep which now easily exceeded 20" of incalculable power.

Savoring her sophomoric comedic acumen Alex punctuated each of her devastating
punches with an awful pun, one worse that the other. ... I relish pounding on
your arms .... enjoy putting mustard on each of my punches ... culminating her
encounter she reminded him that he could never hope to 'catch up' to her - She
uncorked an upper cut connecting directly with his jutting jaw lifting the
240-pound virtual punching dummy three feet off the ground sending him into a
super-stupor. He lay inert on his back either unable or unwilling to stand up
and face his clearly superior teen tormentors.

"Hey Superman, now you know how I feel ... Mostly helpless". Little Richard
spoke up and then he laughed at the Man of Steel when Stacy punched him in to
the stomach again dropping him to his knees taking his breath away.

"Give it up man." According to all available information these girls currently
possess 10 times your strength. Should anyone of them ever wish it she could
snap you in a half like a twig. Fortunately for you that's not their
intention, YET.

The only thing these girls want is to be left alone, at least until they
decide what they decide they need to decide. The state of the world is not
their concern." He lied convincingly. Richard took a deep breath and continued
with his dissertation.

"Hey Superman. To assuage any concerns you may have we have reason to believe
that the evolving females on this planet, while getting bigger and stronger
with each passing day will never equal your strength or be a threat to you;
only these four have that potential."

Poindexter flexed his inconsequential bicep and laughed. "In a couple of
generations, the female gender will dominate this planet. So go about your
business and leave these girls be."

"I can't do that. I have responsibilities." Superman looked forlorn yet at the
same time determined. "I've sworn an oath."

"Superman, you should prepare yourself and the citizens of earth for a world
dominated by extremely muscular females." Poindexter spoke unemotionally as if
he knew something no one else did. "Of this there can no longer be any doubt."

"Face it Superman." Nikki's haughty laugh intimated the last Son of Krypton.
"I have it on good authority that I am ten-times stronger and more powerful
than you." She laughed some more. "And if you wish I can demonstrate that to
you if I haven't already proved it so."

A fearful, terrified, totally confused, frustrated, humiliated, mystified,
pained, demoralized, and thoroughly defeated Superman knew when he was beaten
so he took to the skies exiting without even intoning the phrase that had this
been a film the movie goers would have expected him to intone ... 'I'll be
back.'

His plan was to monitor the proliferation of muscular women around the world
and its expected ramifications while at the same remaining clear of these
mega-girls keeping an eye on them from a distance; a great distance.

That evening each of the girls slept fitfully tossing and turning in their
beds while unknowingly taking on more and more of the physical attributes of
the entities in prisoned within the ancient statuettes. The vengeful and
vindictive females who were still trapped within the statues longed for
retribution against males hoped that they would finally re-emerge into this
world proving themselves to be the epitome of evil incarnate.

A couple of days later Superman watched from the skies above as the four girls
and the brother embarked on a clearly purposeful walk, a long walk which
culminated at the adit to the hill side cave where they disappeared from
sight.

The 'God's' words had been clear enough ... The girls had been given four
weeks to accustom themselves to their new and improved selves and most
importantly decide their immediate fate and by extension that of the entire
world. They had been afforded two choices ...

They could allow the earth to revert to the status quo with traditional male
and female roles remaining unchanged and they could keep their existing gifts
secret.

The teenaged girls could opt for eternal youth and immortality, live lives of
invulnerability free from pain, illness and injury, enjoy unmatched beauty and
physical strength, universal adoration, unequaled sexual orgasmic satisfaction
and an unlimited supply of In-and-Out Burgers (animal style) ... yada, yada,
yada.

The choice was clear enough, a no brainer really. Not surprisingly the girls
were of like minds and enthusiastically voted unanimously for door number two.
Who could have turned down the prospect of eternal youth, immortality,
unequaled beauty, unmatched physical strength, and unlimited burgers ...

"Girls ... Your wish has been granted." The God was speaking to them in
English and in real time and the girls were flabbergasted when they came to
that realization.

"It's no accident that the four of you were brought together early in life.
You and only you four are blessed with more than 80% alien DNA; as well as
being predisposed to what is known as the Goddess gene." The old man brushed
strands of his white hair from his eyes. "From this point forward you four
(shall we say Goddesses) will be on your own." He clapped his hands together
and faded in to nonexistence leaving the fab four with words to live by ...
"Make me proud."

"Congratulations girls." A previously unseen Superman stealthily entered the
chamber. "But girls, please remember that with ultimate power comes grave
responsibility ... Use your powers well, equitably, and wisely."

"Psst." Nikki whispered to Superman. "I realize, as do you, ha ha, that we
four have already been imbued with superhuman powers, powers beyond
comprehension but can this old man actually guarantee ALL that he's promised
us?"

"Nikki, my dear ..." Superman smiled at her knowingly. "This God is not just a
God ... He is THE GOD --- He's Jupiter ... The God of all Gods ... In the
vernacular of today's youth, he's The Original Gangsta ... THE REAL O.G. You
best believe he can and will deliver on his promises." He sighed. "However,
you should all remember the old adage ... be careful for what you wish."

"Awesome hell-a-cool." Nikki's smile was radiant.

The other girls were flexing and preening high-fiving each other jubilantly
celebrating like the children they still were. However, reality would soon set
in and the four girls would come to understand and comprehend the enormous
responsibilities with which they had just been entrusted. A responsibility for
which these girls cared not.

An all-encompassing narcissism was overwhelming the personas of the four
teenagers. It was inevitable that teen girls who had almost instantly been
transformed into super-powered Superwomen would be filled with uncontrolled
hubris unconcerned with what others expected of them. However, there other
powerful forces afoot

Hoping for advice, suggestions, or guidance they all turned their attention
towards Richard who slowly lifted his arms, displaying his empty hands as he
simply shrugged. Finally, they all turned towards Superman for advice.

"Superman, what the hell should we do?" Nikki asked the Man of Steel for
advice somewhat disingenuously because she had pretty much already decided
what she would do.

"As I see it you have two choices to consider:

You can remain undercover and pretend to be nothing more than one of the
millions upon millions of newly muscularized females.

You can introduce yourselves to the citizens of the world and reveal your
superhuman strength and announce your intentions going forward ... Whatever
you may choose them to may be."

The girls huddled together for a brief moment quickly making their choice
known ... reasoning that it would be a shame to conceal their beauty and
muscularity. It would be much more fun to introduce themselves to the citizens
of earth and flaunt their Goddess like selves to an awe-struck world.
Afterall, they had been promised universal adulation.

"I understand." Superman understood their reasoning. At a similar age in
Smallville he had essentially made the exact same decision and the Man of
Steel never regretted it even for a moment.

"The disclosure of your existence must be on an epic scale, an ostentatious
theatrical presentation, and most of all memorable. You should enlist the help
of a Hollywood publicist, a movie director, and of course a professional
camera crew. It will be no problem for me to get a world-wide prime time
special from all the networks." Kal-El laughed. "Afterall, I'm still
Superman."

Not for much longer Nikki thought ... That sentiment had just popped into her
head seemingly from out of nowhere ... 'not for much longer.'

The fab four females stopped to admire their new selves marveling at their
mountainous-biceps, their huge breasts, their gorgeous faces, and their
overall hotness; life was good and getting even better.

Influenced by the quickly emerging entities the teens touched and lovingly
caressed each other's bodies, tenderly squeezed their respective muscles and
fondled their big breasts all the while imagining what sexual congress amongst
them would be like; they dismissed the unfamiliar yet tantalizing sexual urges
until their 'coming' out party.

The night of all nights had finally arrived and the entire civilized world was
awaiting what would prove to be the most significant event in human history.

The publicity-savvy publicist had done her job by saturating the media with
constant titillating and tantalizing press releases all hyping Superman's
upcoming announcements. The public was humming with supposition and
speculation; Superman was retiring from public life or Superman was returning
to Kryypton or Superman was gay or Superman had impregnated an earth woman ...
yada, yada, yada.

The CGI people and the camera people had put together a perfect tableau
displaying a magnificent lifelike depiction of the pantheon from which
Superman, the Man of Steel, the self-appointed protector of the planet,
emerged ready to speak to the masses, ready to introduce the girls as the new
'guardians' of the planet and his successor.

"As I peer out at a never-ending sea of anticipatory faces, I am struck by the
expressions on your collective faces realizing that you're frightened by what
life sans the protection of a Superman will be like. However, you should fear
not. While it is true that I am abdicating my long-held position as the
protector of the planet you should all know that I am being more than
adequately replaced by four extraordinary physically superior young women,
women who have promised to continue my work unabated."

On cue a bank of golden colored lights appeared lighting up the pantheon
spelling out in twenty-four-foot-high letters forming the word ... 'GUARDIANS
... which dominated the scene. However, Superman was having difficulty
relinquishing the stage while nonsensically droning on and on promising that
he would be available to advise and direct the girls. His pompous
self-aggrandizing words were interfering with the triumphant debut appearance
of the Goddesses who were being upstaged by the over the hill washed up Super
Zero formerly known as Superman.

The spectacularly proportioned and possessed young girls were dressed
identically. Their names were embossed over the impossibly tight fitting
aqua-marine tee-shirts (sans bras) and lime-green thongs. The individual name
of each of the girls was in tribute to Superman preceded by the word SUPER ...
Nikki, Alex, Tracy, and Stacy ... Each of whom was patiently awaiting their
introductions until Nikki could no longer abide by the old man's lengthy
vituperations.

"Shut the fuck up old man." Tracy and Stacy easily forced Superman into a
chair. "Stay seated until I say otherwise."

It was precisely at that moment in time that the Goddesses who had been
imprisoned within the statues for eons had broken completely free from their
constraints and now occupied and completely controlled the minds and bodies of
the heretofore naà¯ve and innocent teens ... Nikki, Alex, Stacy and Tracy ...
were now possessed by the very essence of evil incarnate and each of the
revived aberrations was intent on exacting their revenge on somebody; somebody
male and it mattered not who.

"Mr. Man." The new Nikki giggled like the child she had once been. "It would
be disingenuous for me to continue to refer to your sorry ass as a
super-anything."

"Mr. Man has depicted us as a cadre of well-intentioned young women who are
about to devote the remainder of our young lives to the protection of you
fetid pieces of human waste." Nikki's laugh was evil. "Fat fucking chance of
that."

"Listen up." Nikki raised her voice and intoned. "We four magnificent beings
standing before you expect and demand universal adoration. We hold no enmity
towards any of you, except of course for the males of planet earth. In fact,
we are meatless ... Wait, I may have gotten that idiom wrong ... I should have
said beefless ... We have no beef with any of you."

In a planned choreographed synchronized striptease routine, each of the teen
Goddesses ripped off their flimsy clinging tee-shirts revealing exquisite
nearly unimaginably perfect female bodies; massive breasts, huge pulsating
biceps, as well as iron-like slabs of eight-packed abdominal muscles.

The Goddess occupying Alex's body moved to center stage with a large athletic
looking man in tow intent on demonstrating her incalculable power and
ruthlessness to the world-wide viewing audience ... She was forcing the
petrified man to encircle her massive fully-flexed near 36" right bicep with
his hands, both of his hands ... A task that seemed to be well beyond the
trembling man's ken.

She ruthlessly engulfed his bald head with her left hand exerting maximum
power in her vice like grip squeezing hard enough to cause his facial features
to morph into something unrecognizable, something akin to a Picasso painting
until his over taxed cranium exploded like a watermelon at a Gallagher concert
spewing forth blood and grey matter splattering against the nearest camera as
the icky sticky gooey brain gunk rolled down the lens resulting in a most
macabre cinematic viewing experience.

"Let's see if this will work, shall we?" Not to be out done the entities
occupying the bodies of Stacy and Tracy working in concert grabbed a very tall
very muscular young man by his ankles and ripped him apart as if the duo was
making a Thanksgiving-day wish. Stacy still holding onto her half of the guy
in her big right hand spoke directly to Mr. Man.

"I guess not - you're still here." The big blonde cousins exchanged high-fives
and retreated into the background allowing Nikki to speak to the masses.

Even before she spoke tens and tens of thousands of reviled viewers vomited in
disgust not just from being subjected to the brutal onslaught perpetrated on
otherwise innocent people but more importantly for what such brutality augured
for civilization; a civilization subject to the destructive whims of earth's
new female rulers.

Superman with deep remorse had reluctantly accepted his demotion from
Superhero to Superzero, metaphorically exited the Hall of Fame to the Hall of
Shame, to no longer being the Protector of his adopted home Planet to a
nothingburger.

He admitted to himself that once the mantle of invulnerably had been taken
from him and he was susceptible to feeling pain he was a coward and in time
his cowardness would be obvious to all citizens of Planet Earth and he found
himself weeping uncontrollably.

"First, I should address the elephant in the room." Nikki spoke of the
proliferation of muscular women holding sway over the planet with their
physicality. "At least half of you will be unhappy with what I am about to
tell you but tough shit."

She struck a double bicep pose before effortlessly lifting the still seated
balling Man of Squeal high over her head with but one hand as a quick and easy
demonstration of her might; his tears spoke volumes.

"Within a generation females will completely dominate all aspects of life on
earth. The weakest, and I use that term loosely, female on the planet will be
three to four times more powerful than the strongest man." She giggled.

"Imagine if you will a world where a nubile twelve-year-old female will be
stronger and more powerful than Mr. Universe.

"By the way I and each of my friends will be at a bare minimum
one-hundred-thousand times stronger than any man; smarter too."

"Let me demonstrate my power and my utter distain for the males of earth." She
brought forth a very large naked man. She forcibly grabbed him by his huge
ball sack, ripping his dick and his balls away from his scrotum with one
single motion. She stuffed his 'manhood. Into the guy's mouth punctuating her
display with the words ... bon appetite.

"Ladies we have all been wronged by men ... Consequently, the males of earth
will be arbitrarily chosen and made to suffer ... Each day each one of us will
torture and eviscerate one or more males, most likely more ... Males will
retire for the night hoping that when they woke up the would be safe from our
rath for at least one more day; always in fear."

"Let me leave you with this idiom ... Revenge is a dish best served with
chilled sauteed testicles or something like that."

Nikki's goddess-demon had been ecstatic when she was informed by her brother
that upon further review the inscription on the ancient box had been
misinterpreted ... lost in translation if you will ... The words ten-fold
should have been translated instead to read to the tenth power which meant
that 'the gangs' powers would and have increased exponentially ... more and
more rapidly ... doubling over and over again ... leaving the girls much
stronger than Superman had ever even dreamed of being.

"Females will rule this planet for-fucking-ever; males will be reduced to that
of second-class citizens whose dismal futures will be limited at best to the
most menial of manual labor, service and domestic jobs ..." The demon
possessing Nikki was reveling in her dire pronouncements. "The very best
position a male can realistically aspire to reach will be that of a personal
assistant to a rich female ... maybe a personal shopper, or a domestic, or a
pet, or maybe a human-dildo or ... possibly that of a cook."

"I strongly suggest to the males of this planet that you guys should either
learn how to fuck really really good or at the very least learn how to bake
... Most if not all Earth women love a good casserole."

IT ALL BEGAN AT NIKI'S POOL ... by the Elder Barry ... 9,200 words - give or
take.