Superman Meets Barbie
by the Elder Barry erctwo@aol.com
More than just a doll


Superman Meets Barbie

(More Than Just a Doll)

The bare foot beauty stood head and shoulders above the other girls; well, not
literally. Afterall, she was barely five-feet-tall; the shortest girl in the
competition. Nonetheless, this very special still developing teen girl exuded
a mesmerizing aurora that set her apart from the other teen beauty
contestants, contestants who had just introduced themselves to the capacity
crowd of over 10,000 fans as well as to millions and millions of T.V. viewers.

Most of the girls had taken full advantage of the relaxed dress codes relative
to what constituted 'proper' attire. During the introductions nearly all of
the girls had eschewed wearing traditional cocktail dresses and formal attire
for more contemporary natural looking outfits; jeans or shorts with halter
tops or belly shirts or sports bras that complimented and shown off their
nubile young bodies were ubiquitous.

One of the contest favorites was the beautiful fifteen-year-old Barbie Dahl
(apparently her mom and dad were second generation hippies (hence the name).
In the embryonic stages of the contest she had worn short low rise tattered
denim shorts and a flimsy rather revealing halter top that set her apart from
the others. Her spectacular deeply tanned legs and her generous breasts had
not only caught the attention of the audience but the judges as well.

Next came the talent portion of the contest and Barbie was the first
contestant in the history of the Pageant to perform a standup-comedy routine
... Just moments before she had been scheduled to take the stage the contest
organizers admonished her about her choice of material. They edited and
censored her material telling her that all references to sex, race, religion,
sexism, politics must be purged from her routine.

"How about funny?" She asked sarcastically. "Is that allowed?" She frowned."
Could you get me some white paint and an invisible wall?"

She took the stage not knowing what she was going to say.

"Welcome ladies and germs. I just flew into town this morning and boy are my
arms tired." The audience stared at her with mouths agape not laughing at the
old aphorisms. "She tapped her microphone. "Hey is this thing on?" More
silence from the audience ensued. They were looking at her as if she had two
heads and only one hat.

Nonetheless, Barbie continued undeterred.

"For the past fifty, sixty, maybe even seventy years that's what passed for
comedy in this country." She offered the audience a dazzling smile. "But not
any longer ... The comedy of today is a bit more nuanced, more provocative,
more creative, more adlib ... more funnier."

Barbie Dah, was wearing tight black jeans and a loose-fitting white blouse
that allowed her spectacular breasts to roam freely untethered beneath her
shirt. Barbie moved to the edge of the stage in order to kibitz with the
audience ...

"Hey pal, what do you do for a living .... You say you're a waiter ... Really
how long have you been waiting ... What are you waiting for? How long do you
plan to wait?" Moving to another audience member Barbie continued. "How about
you? What do you do for a living?" You say you do nothin ... Well then, how do
you know when you're done ... At the end of the day when you get home do you
start doing something ... If you continue doing nothing, would you be entitled
to overtime? When I get home, I plan on watching a new program on the Syfy
channel called Alien DeGeneres ...

"That's my time folks but I will leave you with three riddles ...

Why can't a nose be twelve inches long ... because then it would be a foot.

What do you call a toothless bear - a gummy."

Why should you always knock on a refrigerator door ... in case there's a salad
dressing.

Barbie's decision to rely on an untested pedestrian comedy routine proved to
be a disaster for her ... Now she was at or near the bottom in the talent
competition seriously jeopardizing her chances of winning.

However, the fifty-five teenaged beauty contestants representing all fifty
states and five U.S. Territories were getting ready for the swim suit
competition for this year's Miss Teen America Beauty Contest; this was
Barbie's chance to shine.

After the just completed swimsuit portion of the Miss Teen Age America beauty
contest Barbie was more than just back in business. The endorsement of and
subsequent introduction of skimpy more revealing swimwear was a welcome
departure from the previous staid almost puritanical rules of the past had
allowed Barbie to strut herself.

The auditorium crowd was still abuzz impressed with the outrageously
proportioned bikini clad teen body displayed by Ms. Barbie Dahl; wolf
whistles, hand clapping, and foot stomping feted Barbie to the high heavens.

The stunningly gorgeous five-foot nothing beauty contestant was aptly named
because she epitomized the ideal of the 'American Girl' as depicted by
hall-of-fame rock and roll singer and songwriter Tom Petty ... blonde,
beautiful, busty, and badass.

The ultra-revealing string bikini which was nothing more than dental floss for
her firm perfectly symmetrical ass cheeks while the flimsy top barely covered
Barbie's ample breasts, breasts that measured out to be an astounding almost
incomprehensible 39 3/4" with stupendous E cups. Her miniscule 18" waist and
womanly 34" hips epitomized the much sought atter hour-glass figure that
actually surpassed that of the original Barbie Doll.

There wasn't a male watching her who wasn't dealing with a chubby.

The viewing audience was about to be awed by the stunning teenager once again
some more Barbie Dahl's coup de gras was about to be unveiled. She vigorously
pumped up each of her rail thin arms and began to flex with a purpose.
Seemingly from out of nowhere impressive well-defined 13 1/2" baseball sized
biceps erupted. The surprising girlie muscles burst forth earning gasps from
of astonishment from the stunned and appreciative members of the audience.

Barbie's stunning body coupled with her sultry Bridget Bardot almost
contemptuous pouty lipped sex-kitten persona were not only sexy but implicitly
sexual ...

The teen girl's penetrating emerald green eyes were complimented perfectly by
her full-bodied lush layered strawberry blonde hair with strands strategically
placed intertwined streaks of lavender that cascaded down past her well-tanned
shoulders framing her counterintuitive angelic face perfectly.

The teenaged beauty exuded an unbridled level of eroticism that was well
beyond her scant years.

The most loquacious of all of the poets who had ever walked the face of the
earth would have been hard pressed to find the proper words nor the ability to
cobble together descriptions that would adequately describe the breathtaking
beauty of this remarkable fifteen-year-old woman-child.

Nonetheless, a nearly illiterate seventeen-year-old farm boy watching the
beauty contest from the basement of his parents' home in Overland Park in
rural Kansas summed it up as well as anyone could have ... 'That fucking
Barbie girl is fucking hot.'

Barbie exuded and released preposterous levels of pheromones a naturally
produced chemical substance that affected the behavior of others around her
specifically engendering an overwhelming sexual attraction and a feeling of
well-being for every male in the vicinity, even the gay ones.

The audience in the arena and the T.V. viewing public from around the country
had been astonished that a tiny five-foot-tall teen could be blessed with such
a remarkable body combining a nearly 40" bust with biceps approaching 14
inches. Even though she stood perfectly still her breasts appeared to have
minds of their own as they expanded with every breath jigging without
provocation seemingly competing with one another for attention.

Her breasts had unilaterally decided to peak out from under her bikini top
challenging both adult and teenaged males everywhere to not look.

Taking a page from the American Idol T.V. show this was one of the first
nationally televised teen beauty contest that tabulated votes submitted (via
phone or text) by the viewing public, the studio audience, and the in-person
celebrity judges. 75% of the viewing audience voted for Barbie while the
members of the studio audience had voted for Barbie by a margin of nine to one
while four of the five celebrity judges had voted for Barbie as well.

Now all that remained of the contest was the question and answer portion. Each
of the five finalists, which of course had included Barbie Dahl, would be
asked one question by one of the celebrity judges.

Superman was the celebrity who was tasked with job of asking Barbie a
question. If truth were to be known the Man of Steel was already deeply
enamored with the effervescent Barbie Dahl almost to the point of creepiness.
Her naturally produced pheromones permeated the area where Superman was
holding a mike getting ready to ask her a question that had been prepared by
the contest organizers.

"Before I ask you a contest question will you tell us why you're competing
barefooted." Superman knew not why but he had felt compelled to ask her that
question but ask it did.

"Thank you for asking." She winked at Superman. "While it's not generally
known nearly one billion of the seven billion plus inhabitants of planet Earth
lack shoes or adequate foot ware in the still developing countries." She
brushed a tear from her eyes. "Go to the website 'Shoe Business' to learn how
you can donate money and/or your old shoes."

"Thank you, Ms. Dahl." Polite applause rang out throughout the area.

"Now what in your opinion is the most significant issue of our time." Superman
had been barely able to get the words out. His mind and brain were addlepated
unable to focus; puzzled and confused by his inability to expunge her
dominating presence from his mind Superman was experiencing lightheadedness.

"Unequivocally that would be the specter of global warming and climate
change." Barbie spoke with conviction.

"I'm not only talking about the imminent devastation that will ravage the
earth as we know it if we don't remove our collective heads from our asses."
She pounded her right fist into her left palm.

"No, I am talking about the political elite; those opportunistic fools who put
their own power and greed above the long-term fate of the planet." She paused
to a scattering of applause.

"Even should virtually every credible scientist and climatologist on the
planet be somehow proven to be wrong responsible people should still prepare
as if the experts might actually know more about the impending doom than the
politicians with their clearly self-serving agendas." She slammed her
righthand into her open palm again and continued with her diatribe.

"The unthinkable consequences are just too dire to ignore." Thunderous
applause rocked the arena as many if not most of the attendees rose and
applauded wildly.

"Thank you." She paused for a brief moment allowing her words to resonate. "I
know my time on stage is just about up but I must say one more thing before I
go." She pointed at Superman. "And you the 'Protector of Planet' is every bit
as culpable as the greedy so called 'captains of industry' who pollute and
pillage this planet on a daily basis for personal profit with no regard for
future generations."

"You." She poked hm in his chest with her index finger with such force he
involuntarily gasped from the force. "You have the power to step up and make a
difference and yet ..." Barbie allowed her words trail off.

Ms. Dahl dropped the mike, curtseyed eloquently, and ran off the stage.

When the votes were tabulated Superman announced, to the surprise of no one
that Barbie Dahl had been voted Miss Teen America for that year in a land side
vote. Once the contest festivities were concluded and everyone was packing up
Superman was consumed with an undeniable void in the pit of his stomach.
Inexplicably he was already missing the girl.

He overheard a couple of stage hands speaking with their supervisor explaining
that Barbie had neglected to pick up her crown not to mention the $25,000
prize money for winning.

"I told you not to mention that." A mustachioed stage hand had offered a more
than just passable Groucho Marx impersonation.

"Guys." Superman seized upon the opportunity to see her again. "I'll take the
crown and the check to her tomorrow morning."

"Superman thanks but that won't be necessary sir." The supervisor assured
Superman. "We have a driver assigned to deliver her stuff."

"I said I'll do it." The Man of Steel fully understood how wrong it was for
him to lust after a teenage girl but lust he was. Superman unintentionally
assumed his intimidating iconic power stance; hands on hips his legs spread
apart ending all further discussion.

That night Clark Kent cooked and ate his own dinner in the kitchen of his 14th
floor condo located in downtown Metropolis, a condo that overlooked the ritzy
waterfront area of the city. In between every sip of his Sauvignon Blanc and
every bite of his pan fried Rib-Eye blood rare steak, creamed spinach, and the
au Graton potatoes he would peak at Barbie's crown anxious to bring it to her.
For dessert he ate an entire quart of lemon and blueberry parfait ice cream
with warm chocolate chip cookies.

Superman shortened his nightly patrol of Metropolis performing only a cursory
sweep of the city in the process ferreting out three scofflaws attempting to
rob two separate liquor stores and two despicable purse snatching hoodlums
accosting an older woman. The Protector of the Planet bundled up the five
crooks bringing them all to the police station.

When The Man of Steel returned to his condo he watched a replay of Barbie's
portion of the Miss Teenage American beauty contest on You Tube. When he
retired for the night he dreamt of the girl non-stop.

Early in the morning he robotically flew to Barbie's address and rang the
bell. When she answered the teen sex kitten was wearing cut-off blue jeans and
an impossibly tight-fitting lime-green t-shirt that did little to conceal her
amble assets. Much to his disappointment the girl didn't act happy to see him.

"Yes." She had opened the door only a smidgen further revealing that she
wasn't all that happy to see him.

"I brought you your crown and your check." He gently pushed the door open
enough to hand her her winnings.

"Thanks." She snatched the crown with her right hand and the check with her
left. "Twenty-five grand is nice but I need so much more." She smiled at the
awe-struck Superhero.

"Okay." Superman wordlessly and mindlessly turned on his heels and flew
directly to the aMalahleni region of South Africa, one of largest coal mining
regions in the world. The Man of Steel surreptitiously slipped into an
unexplored area of one of the caves and grabbed up a couple a hundred pounds
of raw unprocessed coal. Using his bare hands, he applied enough pressure to
circumvent and accelerate eons of evolution and converted the comparatively
worthless chunks of coal into priceless gems producing twenty-five high
quality nearly flawless diamonds valued between $40,000 to $50,000 apiece.

Superman realized that Barbie hadn't actually asked him for money. She had
only said she needed so much more. Nonetheless, he somehow felt compelled to
acquire money for her. He flew at super sonic speed to his bank and withdrew
$5,000,000 in cash from his personal bank account.

"Superman, for security reasons might I suggest a cashier check instead of
cash." The teller looked sheepish when he realized that he was intimating that
the strongest most powerful man on the planet was at risk of being robbed.

"Cash."

"We don't maintain that much cash here in the bank."

"I'll wait."

Superman minced no words and uncharacteristically, unnecessarily, and
petulantly used his heat vision to melt the Wells Fargo 'Jack the Dog' bronze
sculpture stationed in the lobby.

The cash arrived within the hour.

Superman sheepishly entered Barbie's home without preamble handed her the big
canvass bag containing the twenty-five precious stones and the five million
dollars. He stood before her awaiting he knew not what.

"Superman." Barbie pointed to the sofa. "Be a dear." She grinned at him. "Take
off all of your clothes and have a seat."

He complied without uttering a word of protest nor bothering to question her
why. Barbie beckoned for two busty raven-haired strippers to enter the room.
The sight of the two girls' outrageously surgically enhanced breast implants
couldn't be ignored; natural or not 46" DDD breasts took one's breath away.
They, the two girls not just the four boobs, sat themselves down on each side
of Superman and began to fondle his colossal oversized unusually thick 15"
throbbing Kryptonian cock.

At that exact moment a tidal wave of unparalleled pleasure was reaching its
crescendo alerting Superman's gigantic throbbing penis that an inexorable
volcanic eruption of ecstasy was on the precipice ... But alas it was not to
be ... his pleasure moment was being denied him.

When Barbie clapped her hands together time stood still.

Superman found himself in a state of suspended animation much like a
hibernating animal. Even though he was in control of his faculties fully
understanding everything that was happening around him he was unable to move a
muscle. He had been transformed into nothing more than a sobbing curious
observer and not a functioning participant. Essentially Superman had been
reduced to an inconsequential whining, wailing, weeping 240-pound paperweight.

He realized that he was inexplicably being subjugated to Barbie's will.
Fearful tears welled up in the eyes of a frightened Superman who had come to
believe that the teen beauty was a powerful sorcerer; a witch with magical
powers.

He could feel that all too familiar desired orgasmic sensation building within
him but he was helpless unable to push himself over the edge.

When the sweet release he craved wouldn't 'come' his mind commanded that his
right hand reach for and then jerkoff his twitching Kryptonian cock which
would presumably facilitate the climax for which he hungered.

Unfortunately, the synapsis between his brain neurons and his muscles was
being obstructed by powerful inhibitors clearly produced by the smirking
Barbie Dahl. Consequently, his hand was nonresponsive and simply hung loosely
from his once powerful but now limp arms.

His reeling mind understood that he needed to do something but he was
incapable of directing his brain's motor system to enact complex movements to
the spinal cord that would enable the contraction and movement of specific
muscle movements. Simply put the Man of Steel was fucked.

He was magically trapped in an unyielding vortex of an erotic corporeal frenzy
somewhere between the exact moment of the ecstasy of a penile climax and the
anticipatory moment just before. Some people might believe that would be
tantamount to sexual nirvana but those people would have been wrong.

If his climactic fulfillment were to never 'cum' the Man of Steel understood
that he would likely go stark raving mad.

"Relax Superman ... You are experiencing something most men can only dream of;
that being a never ending sensation of an orgasmic climax." The enigmatic
five-foot-tall Barbie Dahl sexily removed all of her clothing one item at a
time. Her magnificent teen breasts demanded his attention overwhelming his
libido and yet he was still unable to cum.

"Relax some more." She flexed her growing biceps, pinched her erect nipples,
and laughed in his uncomprehending face as her biceps continued to rise.

"Superman, it's okay for you to look. I lied about my age. I'm not fifteen.
I'm actually ageless born at the dawn of creation. I am Gaia the high
Priestess of all covens still in existence. However, as you will soon find out
I am much more than just a witch ...

"I am a fucking Goddess, a Goddess who is feared by all of the other deities."

Gaia leaned forward and used her thumb and middle finger to gently fondle his
rigid dick before snapping her fingers together making a popping sound thus
mercifully releasing Superman from her spell.

He ejaculated for what seemed to him to be a full minute; his Kryptonian semen
had spurted everywhere.

"Look at me." She commanded.

He watched obediently as Barbie, er ah, Gaia transformed the five-foot Barbie
Dahl's body into a six-foot-four-inch female entity with huge biceps that
dwarfed his own. The Goddess lifted him off the sofa with ridiculous ease.
Using only her left hand she held him aloft as if he were nothing more than a
red and blue feather gleefully demonstrating her overwhelming strength by
effortlessly curling his 240-pound body over and over again.

She slowly lowered him so that he was positioned in close proximity to her
massive ever expanding 40" boobs.

'Superman ..." She grabbed the hair on the back of his head forcing his face
to within a couple of inches of her breasts. He could see copious amounts of
his recently discharged semen splattered all over her chest dripping down her
tits clinging to her erect nipples.

"Lick me clean."

He knew better than to resist her so he commenced to lick and suck and slurp
and lick some more shucking his ejaculate like oysters in the half shell
ingesting every ounce of his semen from her body.

Gaia shoved the head of the totally helpless Superman down to his own crotch
insisting that he lap up the semen that was now deposited near his genitalia
and testicles.

She forced him to lick the caked semen off his fully erect cock compelling him
to suck on his own dick. At an early age back on the farm Clark Kent
discovered that he could suck on his large cock doing so once or twice a day.

However, the prideful religious Kryptonian visitor ultimately denied himself
that pleasure because it was strictly prohibited by Kryptonian law as was
virtually everything else that even approached fun.

"Barbie, what the hell do you want from me?" Superman had instinctively
grabbed onto her bicep-blessed arm not at all surprised by the unrelenting
steel like texture of her muscle laden body.

"Barbie?" Gaia laughed. "Do I look like a Barbie to you?" When she flexed her
right arm her bicep began to swell rising and rising higher and higher (half
way to the stars, if you will) the girth of which obscured Superman's view of
the remainder of the room.

"Jesus!" Superman was incredulous. "Your fucking bicep must be more than
thirty inches in diameter maybe even more. How is that even possible?"

"You dumb fuck." She hissed at him. "What do you not understand about me being
a fucking Goddess?" She continued to flex making her biceps even larger. "I
know how much you like big muscles on females. I bet you want to touch. I can
make them even bigger if you like." She giggled.

"Can I?" Superman wrapped his hands around her softball sized bicep and when
he was unable to make even the slightest indentation in her muscle mass he
began to cry.

"Wow! But you haven't answered my question. What the hell do you want from
me?"

"From you?" Gaia transformed herself back into her tiny Barbie body.
Nonetheless, she was again easily holding Superman aloft with her one hand as
if he were nothing more than a rag doll until she finally gently set him back
down on the sofa.

"Nothing ... I want nothing of you. I've tormented you enough." She giggled.
"I'm just having a little fun with you." She giggled some more. "The life of a
Goddess can often be mind numbingly boring."

"My constant companion is named Naiyah the daughter of Nemesis. She is charged
with the responsibility for devising diabolic scenarios that might amuse me."
Gaia laughed a whimsical laugh of delight. "I think my girl hit a homerun this
time." She laughed some more. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yeah." Superman reluctantly nodded.

"Here." Gaia retuned the satchel with the five million dollars back to
Superman. "Donate this money to climate change advocate Greta Thunberg and
devote a significant portion of your time to supporting environmentally
friendly politicians." Gaia raised her voice.

"Superman." Gaia continued with her demands. "You and the citizens of this
planet have lost focus relative to what's important. You're the
self-proclaimed Protector of the Planet espousing a patriotic credo ... Truth,
Justice, and the American Way ... and yet you to fail to live up to your
promise."

"There was a time when you and the American people reached for the stars but
today you settle for Dancing with the Stars. If you wish to live up to your
disingenuous self-proclaimed title as the 'Protector of the Planet' you need
to put your money where your mouth is." She raised her voice.

"Kal-El, you need to utilize your superpowers to ... PROTECT THIS GOD DAMNED
FUCKING PLANET."

Superman cringed away from her, exhibiting mind numbing fear.

"This is what you will be doing." Gaia spoke slowly but forcefully.

You will settle all military and economical conflicts throughout the world.
You will meet with the various Heads of State including the Bad Actors and the
Strongmen and you are to convince them all that it would be in their best
interests to negotiate and comprise their differences ... OR ELSE ... You will
do it for them.

You will 'convince' the heads of all of the oil companies to convert their
focus and resources from fossil fuels to Green Energy processes by developing
more and more alternatives ... solar, wind, electric cars, etc.

You will 'convince' the biggest polluters (India - China) to adopt green
energy policies forthwith.

You will devote all of your energy to actually protecting the planet you have
adopted as your own.

"You should be busy." Gaia punched the Man of Steal in his stomach hard enough
to drop him to his knees gasping for air. "That was just a reminder that if
you don't take this seriously ..." She allowed her words to trail off ... but
the message had been crystal clear.

"Superman ... Do you know this woman?"

"Yes. Of course, I do." He immediately recognized Lois Lane his attractive
coworker. "Her name is Lois Lane." He said. "We are coworkers at the Daily
Planet."

"Well yes ... you are technically correct." Gaia smirked. "Actually, this
woman is the Goddess Naiyah, the daughter of Nemesis. She is inhabiting Ms.
Lane's body and will do so for the foreseeable future."

"Naiyah is a Goddess in her own right responsible for revenge and justice;
think about it there is a direct correlation. She will be monitoring you
closely, sometimes directing, and sometimes assisting you"

Naiyah rolled up her sleeves revealing mountain like 17 3/8" biceps announcing
to the Man of Steel that she was large and she was in charge. Naiyah was
anxious to propagate with the man this world calls super; she wanted a child.

"Oh, by the way ..." Naiyah announced that after a world wind high-profile
public courtship the two of us will be getting married ... likely within the
next six months. She again flexed her massive biceps while flaunting her 40"
DD breasts.

"Do you think you can handle me?"

Superman nodded his head in the affirmative but remained silent.

"I'm going to keep the diamonds because many in my entourage appreciate gems
and shiny things." The Goddess Gaia disappeared in a blink of an eye with the
sounds of her lyrical laughter fading away.

Superman Meets Barbie ... by the Elder Barry ... 4,600 words