When Cute Becomes Scary
By Elder Barry Erctwo@aol.com
From Superhero to Super Zero


When Cute Becomes Scary

(From Superhero to Super Zero)

It was 6:00 AM on Wednesday morning and Gina Cimoli could already hear the
familiar sounds of heavy wights, dumbbells, and barbells bouncing off the
floor of the families' fully-equipped home gym. These days Carl, her younger
brother, was working out earlier and earlier and the extra work was paying off
for him big time.

He was a naturally tall athletic kid, six-foot-three, two-hundred-seventy
pounds with ever expanding massive sixteen-inch biceps which came in handy
when one was striving to be the starting left-tackle on the Jefferson High
School varsity football team.

On the other hand, Gina had never felt special in any way. While growing up
she was a shy unassuming child. Her girlfriends all wanted to be Princesses or
actresses or models or 'internet influencers' while Gina harbored no such
aspirations.

The introverted little girl wanted nothing more for her future self than a
serene happy life as a housewife, a happy wife in a good marriage, and
eventually motherhood with at least three kids. In other words, a tranquil
trouble-free existence.

Gina Cimoli had always lacked confidence and ambition until that glorious day
when everything changed.

On her sixteenth birthday the tiny teen discovered a freakish strength rising
within her. A strength that was inexplicably allowing the painfully shy high
school senior to effortlessly lift the heaviest of heavy weights as well as
allowing her to surreptitiously perform the most extraordinary athletic feats.

"Gina how tall are you now?" Carl had spotted her the moment she entered the
room and he smiled at his older but much smaller sister.

"I'm five-foot-one." She raised herself up on her tiptoes. "And one-half
inch." She laughed good naturedly.

"And how much do you weigh?"

"The last time I checked nearly one-hundred pounds. Why?"

"Because; it's time." Carl flexed his massive muscles for her benefit admiring
the size and girth of his own perfectly peaked nearly 16" biceps. "I think I
can outlift you now."

"Okay." She smirked a bit. "Let's see about that. Shall we?

She never flaunted or even revealed her strength in anyone other than her
brother, nonetheless she was proud of herself even though she understood that
she had done nothing to deserve the gift.

Gina pulled off her sweat shirt unashamedly revealing her lithe and sensuous
naked body to her blushing brother. Her 34C breasts were more than just
impressive for a girl her size and Carl looked away in embarrassment but not
before noticing something new and different about his 'little' sister. He
noticed that for the first time in her life Gina's upper arms bulged
impressively likely exceeding 12 or maybe even 121/2" of nicely peaked
feminine splendor.

The big football player quickly regained his composure and prepared a
two-hundred-pound weight with which he proposed to start. Gina condescendingly
laughed at her 'little' brother as she sauntered over to the weights adding
two additional ten-pound weights to the opposite ends of the barbell bringing
the aggregate weight up to two-hundred-twenty-pounds.

"Bicep curls. You first, bro."

Carl Cimoli resolutely approached the barbell wiping his sweaty hands on his
pant leg. He managed with obvious difficulty to bicep-curl the 220-pound
weight; first lifting it off the ground to his waist. Even as his legs
trembled he held the bar steady for a brief moment, before curling the barbell
up to his chest holding it still for five full seconds before dropping the
220-pounds to the ground. As he was lifting and straining for all he was worth
he actually feared that his pulsating biceps might somehow burst through the
epidermis encasing them.

"Good job, Carl ... Is that a record for you?"

Gina didn't bother to wait for his response. She approached the 220-pound
weight with confident alacrity, grasped the bar in the middle with only her
right hand, winked at her apprehensive much larger brother, and quickly began
to curl the weight from her waist to her chest and back down to her waist
ten-times in succession without respite. A stunning display made all the more
remarkable when one takes into consideration that the current world record for
a single bicep curl is 'only' 249-pounds. Still using the one hand Gina
effortless placed the barbell back on the highest rung of the weight rack.

"Maybe next time, bro." She turned towards her brother and curtseyed demurely.
"Maybe next time."

"No way ... There's never going to be a next time." He slapped high-fives with
her. "This 270-pound sophomore could lift 24/7 for the next hundred years and
he would never be able to do something like that."

The two genetically blessed siblings retired to the kitchen. Gina called her
divorced step-mom who was vacationing in Sweden, put her on speaker so their
mother could speak with each of her kids. They exchanged small talk for a bit
when 'mom' announced that she would be extending her time away from home for
another month.

Gina had always been comfortable knowing that she was adopted. Until recently
she hadn't even given it a thought. However, in light of recent events, her
lineage was something to consider. She couldn't help but wonder.

Could her remarkable strength and unexplained abilities be somehow linked to
her birth parents? There was no use wondering because years ago a devasting
fire at the orphanage destroyed all records and documentation relative to
adoptions and birth parents.

Carl prepared their obligatory high calorie breakfast as they awaited their
rare face-to-face talk. He scrambled up a half dozen eggs adding sautéed
onions, mushrooms, sliced tomatoes, grated cheese, and shredded pieces of
country ham, several Jimmy Dean breakfast sausages, with generous portions of
hash browns, with toasted English muffins slathered in real butter and apricot
jam.

Each of the siblings powered down two bottles of Red Bull energy drinks.

Without hesitation Gina unburdened herself confessing to her brother that,
last month, for several days she had voluntarily subjected herself to numerous
physical tests at a medical facility that specializes in the efficacy of
sports' medicine and extreme strength programs.

She had participated in numerous physical tests that monitored one's overall
strength, speed, and athletic abilities including weights, doing push-ups, sit
ups, and chin ups as well as running, sprints and long-distance runs.

She even performed hand squeezing exercises and tests emulating industrial
strength vices. In addition, she was examined by specialists in the fields of
orthopedics, neurology, muscle growth, etc.

Yesterday Gina had met with Dr. Person, the Chief of the Orthopedic Department
and with several of his colleagues all of whom admitted to her that they were
clueless. After a number of thorough examinations of her body the medical
experts could find nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to explain her
extraordinary physical gifts.

The perplexed doctors and scientists had all arrived at the same conclusion;
Gina was an anomaly; she was one of a kind ... She was worthy of further study
... But, succinctly put - Gina Cimoli was an anomaly.

In addition, Doctor Person stated that her remarkable physical gifts were an
athame that seemed to be increasing in scope. For instance, the medical staff
discovered that as of now they were unable to take any more blood samples
because Gina's evolving body was impenetrable.

Dr. Person revealed the results of her tests. In each of her events she
exceeded world records; shattered would have been a better word for her record
breaking accomplishments. For instance, the world record for the 100-meter
dash was currently 9.58 seconds held by Husain Bolt while the record for the
400-meter dash was 43.03 seconds and the world record for a one-mile run was
3.43 minutes.

Gina had run a 7.7 second 100-meter dash, a 36.2 second 400-meter run and a
2.98-minute mile. In addition. Gina learned that she had surpassed the world
records for sit ups, push-ups, and chin ups ... yada-yada-yada.

"Carl." She paused and smiled shyly. "The results of the final two tests were
nothing short of mind blowing. The testers and the medical people were more
than just awestruck they were in actual shook. Some of them refused to accept
the results choosing to believe that the tests were rigged and the results
falsified and no one could convince them otherwise.

"Carl, I seem to be super-human."

"Cute too." Carl couldn't think of anything else to say to her.

"Thank you, Bro.,"

Gina's vice like grip had exceeded 60,000 pounds per square inch equal to that
of the most powerful industrial strength vice in use anywhere in the world. As
if that wasn't enough scientists tested Gina using a newly developed highly
sophisticated gravity fluctuating weight lifting apparatus that somehow
recycled the upward thrust promulgated by the lifter into its own
corresponding resistance. In other words, one would be lifting against one's
own strength ... If you are unable to grasp the guiding principle therein
don't worry about it ... no one else can either.

At the time, because it had been so easy for her, Gina had given little
thought to the weight lifting exercise until she learned later that her final
lift had exceeded the limits of the machine. She had lifted in excess of
500,000 pounds while using but one hand, her left.

"Five hundred fucking thousand fucking pounds?" Carl was incredulous and he
said as much. "I'm incredulous." He said. "How is that even possible?"

"It shouldn't be ... Until yesterday I didn't believe such a thing was even
remotely possible." She laughed. "However, I was curious so on the way home I
ducked into a quiet alley, picked out the largest vehicle there, a 5,400-pound
Oldsmobile Custom Cruiser." She giggled a little picturing the size of the
damn thing.

"I grasped the undercarriage with both hands and easily powered the Cruiser
over my head holding it there for at least thirty seconds.

"Bro ... I'll say it again ... I seem to be super-human."

Gina actually began to sob as she told her brother what else she had learned
about herself at the doctor's office. The highly respected medical
professional succinctly stated to her in no uncertain terms that her
remarkable strength was inexplicable and demanded further study which she
adamantly refused as even a possibility.

"So, doc, what you're saying ..." Gina managed to offer a little joke at the
meeting ... "My condition cannot be ... plicked."

"Seriously, doc." She flexed her relatively puny biceps. "Why am I unable to
build any muscle definition in my arms." She frowned. "My upper arms give pipe
stems a bad name."

What he told her had made perfect sense ... Muscle growth relies on straining
the muscle causing microscopic trauma that first tears down the muscle before
it regenerates itself thereby building bigger and stronger muscles.

He explained to her that because of her extraordinary ability to lift heavy
weights without straining her muscles they had never experienced trauma that
would tear down her muscles facilitating muscle regeneration.

The doctor suggested to her that she might want to try isometric exercises.
Such as interlocking the fingers of each of her hands and then vigorously
attempting to pull her hands apart in opposite directions against one another
thereby promulgating the desired muscle trauma.

She told her brother how she had immediately begun the isometric exercises and
has continued to do so every day since which explains her now 12 1/2" still
growing biceps; three inches larger than yesterday. She proudly flexed and
kissed each of her well-peaked guns.

Carl offered her another high five before leaving for school hoping to benefit
of an extra hour of practice time on the football field ... while Gina
volunteered for K.P. duty.

That morning Gina decided to jog the two and a half miles to her school. Less
than halfway there she encountered three heavily tattooed leather clad
hooligans; Mark, David, and Chapman. Each appeared to be itching for a fight
coupled with a sadistic yearning for some male/female intimidation, mischief,
and mayhem.

Initially Gina attempted to avoid the ruffians but they all spread out
effectively blocking her egress forward. Exercising just a modicum of effort
Gina could have easily run around the men or through the men or even over the
men.

However, if the truth were to be told she wanted to test herself against these
three macho pricks. No, that's not exactly true. She yearned to demonstrate
her unfathomable strength to these assholes, maybe even hurt them a bit.

"Hey little girl." Mark was the one speaking and he was clad in a sleeveless
leather vest and a pair of tight blue-jeans. The heavily tattooed well-muscled
punk was the tallest of the three; standing at least six-feet-three. He
unzipped his tight-fitting jeans and whipped out his rock-hard cock laughing
at her facial expression.

"You know what this is ... right?" He waved his pride and joy at the tiny
teenaged girl.

"Yeah, I do." She giggled like the schoolgirl she was. "It looks like a cock
only considerably smaller."

"Fuck you, bitch."

Mark was livid hearing her piercing 'dis' and when his mates, David and
Chapman, laughed at him he rushed the girl intent on teaching her a lesson she
would not soon forget. He was deciding on the fly whether he should ass-rape
the bitch or simply face fuck her; those options were immediately rendered
moot.

"Oh no, you don't." Gina kicked him in the shins.

Using only her lefthand Gina grasped the limping punk by his throat just under
his chin lifting him off the ground. She slammed her 'mark' against a nearby
wall holding the overmatched gasping jerk a foot or more off the ground.

With her free hand she began to punch the man's body with thunderous right
crosses and short but effective right hooks reveling in the sounds of the
molester's unabashed weeping, wailing, and whimpering.

She could feel delicious sensations roiling up within her leading to two
unprovoked but welcomed 'big girl' back-to-back almost simultaneous orgasms.

Gina gently placed the man's feet on the ground and slammed yet another
devasting right hook into his mid-section sending Mark down onto his knees,
absenting from him his ability to breathe causing violent projectile vomiting
releasing seemingly galloons of yellowish-reddish-brown bile streaming from
his mouth down over his jutting jaw, to his neck, and his chest before landing
on the pavement at his knees.

"Clean up on aisle nine." Gina couldn't suppress her giddy laughter.

A grinning Gina Cimoli fiendishly and forcibly pushed and smushed Mark's face
into the disgusting pile of puke calmly suggesting to him that he might want
to lick it all up before she came back to check on him.

Gina turned around ready and anxious to face the other two guys but by then
they were long gone. She spotted them running away in tandem nearly two blocks
away. She gave chase closing the distance between the creeps within a few
scant seconds.

She materialized out of nowhere directly in front of the startled terrified
weeping dirt bags who had immediately dropped to their knees in total
supplication begging the super-woman for mercy.

"Come on lady we didn't do anything to you." Tears rolled down their
respective cheeks. "We were just there." They crawled forward on their hands
and knees and continued to beg her for mercy reminding Gina that it was Mark
not they who had confronted her.

"Yeah - okay - But you don't have to call me lady - For god sakes I'm still in
high school." Gina agreed to be lenient but flashed a stern look for their
benefit.

"However, should I learn that either of you ever try to intimidate another
female ..." She let her words trail off but not before lifting each of them
over her head, one in each hand ... "I will hunt you both down and I will hurt
you a lot."

"Okay we promise but please wait." One of the goons pointed at her
quizzically.

"Are you an Amazon girl or a Goddess or a Kryptonian ... Like Superman ... or
what?"

"Nope ... I'm none of those things." She laughed inwardly. "I'm nothing more
than a teenaged anomaly."

Gina continued her slow jog to the high school grounds while the boys ran as
fast as they could in the opposite direction where they found their leader on
his knees shaking uncontrollably lapping up his own vomit.

"Relax Mark." They both wanted to laugh but didn't. Instead they began to sing
in harmony. "She's gone (you) better learn how to face it ... she's gone,
she's gone ... oh why ... what went wrong." Together they collapsed in
laughter.

The mind of Gina Cimoli was reeling out of control as she contemplated her
unlimited potential and the myriad of possible paths open to her. She was
seriously examining who she was envisaging who she wanted to be. All she knew
for certain was that she wouldn't allow herself to become a government guinea
pig.

Her serene reverie was abruptly interrupted when she witnessed a horrendous
two-car pile-up. A speeding Cadillac Escalade traveling at least one-hundred
miles an hour had crashed smack dab into a tiny Toyota-Sienna mini-van
effectively T-boning the smaller car flipping it over onto its side.

The female driver of the mini-van who had clearly not been seat-belted exited
the vehicle flying head-over-heels out the door of the van skidding to a stop
none the worse for wear. However, Gina could see what others couldn't; trapped
in a car-seat in the back of the mini-van was a two-year-old infant.

Gina virtually rocketed her way to the van pushing several on lookers and
photo/video obsessed cell phone wielding jerk wads out of her way. Using only
her left hand she, without any effort at all she lifted the 4,500-pound Sienna
completely off the pavement. All four of the wheels had been elevated off the
ground and she held the vehicle there motionless.

Using her right hand she extricated the car-seat from the back of the vehicle
with the baby still nestled within and handed the seat and the wide-eyed
giggling child to the fast-arriving weeping but grateful mother.

Gina Cimoli turned to face the members of a mesmerized fawning crowd answering
each and every question as would a cornered male politician exiting a ladies'
room with his pants down around is legs; no comment.

She fully understood that she had no chance of maintaining her anonymity
because at that very moment dozens of cell-phone videos were being or had been
downloaded onto the Internet; You Tube, Instagram, and the ubiquitous Tik Tok
sites.

She began to jog to her school before upping the pace sprinting the final mile
in less than two-and-a-half minutes leaving the cadre of pursuers in her dust.

The entirety of the Jefferson High School population, the students, the
faculty administrators, the teachers, and the maintenance personnel alike, was
abuzz with excitement everyone wanting to speak with Gina Cimoli who continued
to offer up her two-word response ... No Comment ... Sometimes adding
noncommittal responses such as ... I really don't know ... I have no fucking
clue ... adrenaline maybe ... beats the shit out of me ... you tell me ...

All the while she surreptitiously continued with her isometric exercising
exalted by the feeling of straining and growing muscles; particularly her now
plus 15" biceps.

"Gina." The school principal, Dean Martin, commended his student for saving
the life of the infant and congratulated her for her extraordinary display of
strength. He didn't bother to ask her how she had accomplished such a feat
knowing full well she wouldn't provide him with an answer anyway. So, instead
he introduced her to a most honored guest.

"Superman, welcome to Jefferson." The principal greeted the Man of Steel
warmly. "This is the young girl in the rescue video, the girl you indicated
you wanted to meet. Gina Cimoli is an honor student and a senior here at
Jefferson High School."

"Hi Gina." Superman bent at the waist and greeted the tiny five-foot-one-and
one-half-inch girl with a half smile wondering how this tiny teenager could
have possibly accomplished what he had witnessed her accomplishing on the
Internet videos.

He was wary of her, suspicious of her, and fearful of her. She was much too
tiny to possess such strength; something didn't add up and that concerned him.

"Hi Superman." Gina felt flushed with excitement thrilled to meet with the
most admired person on Earth, the Protector of the Planet and the man she was
hoping against hope was her birth father which would explain her super human
strength and her impenetrable body.

Setting aside her ludicrous fantasy for the moment she blushed like a fan
girl. She was supremely honored to be allowed to shake his hand. When this
meet-and-greet was over Gina made a promise to herself to seek out the man's
counsel.

However, the self-proclaimed but overly paranoid 'Protector of the Planet' who
was always on the lookout for possible rivals and adversaries scanned her body
with his penetrating X-ray vision discerning nothing out of the ordinary. In
those moments he wasn't proud of himself nor with his actions. Nonetheless he
felt compelled to test this little girl's strength against his own, just in
case something was afoot.

When the Man of Steel shook hands, he squeezed hers much harder than he should
have. Which as it turned out proved to be a huge fucking error in judgement on
his part, one that would shape his destiny.

"Wow." She noticeably winced recoiling from him. "Strong much?" Gina felt his
powerful grip constricting her fingers all the while wondering why the
strongest man in the world was testing her, attempting to hurt her.

Not one to back down from a challenge she accepted his provocation for what it
was, a test of their respective strengths. Gina Cimoli was thrilled because
more than anything else she wanted to test her strength against Superman ...
So, test she did.

"I wasn't expecting that." She whispered her own challenge to him. "Game on
dick head."

The freakishly strong now 110-pound teenager vigorously and viciously twisted
the startled man's wrist pushing his own fingers back as far as they would go.
Superman could feel at least six of his ten of metacarpal bones snapping under
the pressure she was applying.

Then the burgeoning teenaged titan began to exert extreme pressure exceeding
60,000 P.S.I. by ruthlessly squeezing his hand with all of her considerable
might. In case you haven't been paying attention Gina's might is more than
just considerable; she was considerably mightier than just mighty and
considerably mightier than the normally invulnerable Superman.

"Payback is a bitch best served cold; or something like that." She was
surprised and delighted by her clear dominance of the Kryptonian. Gina could
feel extraordinary powers, super powers, surging through her body resulting
what proved to be clear unexpected muscular supremacy over the Man of Steel
who found himself experiencing immediate, excruciating, and unrelenting
debilitating pain.

Physical pain was an anathema to the Man of Steel and he was terrified of her
and by the excruciating level of pain the giggling teen was so easily
inflicting upon him.

Superman was quickly learning that being susceptible to pain sucked. He
realized that he was about to expose his true self to the world. Deep down
inside he had always known he was nothing more than a posturing frightened
coward who at that moment in time was totally unable to deal with the
seemingly all-powerful woman-child who had just mischievously stuck her tongue
out at him.

When the Krptonian involuntarily dropped down onto his knees from the pain he
began to weep real tears. An astonished Gina Cimoli pushed the balling man
down onto his back. She placed her tiny left foot in the middle of his chest
obscuring the big red letter 'S' on his shirt.

She latched onto his hair and with ruthless abandon she began to pound his
head and face into the carpeted floor shocked by the amount of blood pouring
from his mouth and from his clearly broken nose.

"Why ... Why? Are you doing this to me?"

"You started it?" Buoyed by her unexpected success Gina felt completely
justified because he HAD started the hostilities.

Everyone in the Principal's office saw what was happening to him, everyone
silently watched the tiny teenager overpowering and eviscerating Superman. In
fact, much of the shocked world was watching a live feed compliments of the
local Eye Witness News camera now stationed in the principal's office.

Gina was, with ease, overpowering and humbling a mortified Superman which as
it turned out was to be more than he could physically endure and more than she
could comfortably process. His pathetic moans and groans were difficult for
the world to accept ... His heretofore pristine reputation and legacy were
being tarnished by a virtual child.

A narcistic Gina 'The Anomaly' Cimoli was being consumed with continuous
assiduous hubris that overwhelmed her sensibilities ostensibly compelling her
to subdue, conquer, and humiliate the Mighty Man of Might simply because she
could and because it was fun and because the feeling of absolute power was
exciting her and turning her on.

She felt an all too familiar eruption between her legs moistening her nether
regions; this orgasm was beyond anything she had ever experience or had even
imagined possible ... She liked it, liked it a lot.

Gina Cimoli felt obligated to prove to herself and to the clearly distressed
Superman and for that matter to the rest of the viewing world that she was not
only the most powerful human being on planet Earth but that she was also
fucking hot as well.

"Up, up, and away." The tiny teen powerhouse grabbed Superman by his crotch
with her right hand and the back of his pants with her left hand easily
lifting the struggling impotent Man of Steel high over her head demonstrating
the epitome of her complete domination.

"Damn, you've got a big cock." She whispered so only he could hear her. "Real
big."

"I know but that's not important now." Ignoring her semi-compliment the
big-cock-blessed Kryptonian asked his tiny oppressor the question everyone on
earth was asking themselves?

"How the hell are you doing this to me?"

"Quite easily - don't you think?"

"Yes." He nodded in agreement. "Quite easily." He brushed the tears from his
eyes and the blood from his face.

"But how are you doing this to me?" He continued to sob real tears and bleed
real blood. "How? You're not THAT big." He flexed his own 24" biceps. "Who are
you?"

"Not that big? Oh really." She dropped him to the ground and removed her shirt
proudly flaunting her exquisite gravity defying 36C teen breasts and her ever
expanding pulsating 17 1/2" biceps.

"Pretty damn big ... no?" Gina Cimoli proudly kissed each of her peaked
biceps. "Now, with regard to your question ... Who am I?" She offered a Mona
Lisa like all knowing smile. "I am an ANOMOLY."

An amused Gina Cimoli flexed again some more. She leaped into the air, grabbed
his neck, and flipped him over her shoulder depositing the 240-pound man down
on his back once again. She pointed and laughed at his more than visible
Kryptonian cock, a cock that was straining against his pant suit desperately
attempting to get free.

She rakishly plopped herself down on his package grinding her lady parts
against his male part laughing as she did so. She easily removed his pants
liberating his super tool displaying it for all the world to see.

"First of all, I am doing this to you because I can ... Because you can't stop
me ... And most importantly ... Because it's hell-a-fun; hell-a-fun for me.

Gina again lifted Superman to his feet and slipped behind him and effected an
unbreakable rear-naked-choke-hold careful to place her peaked bicep against
his jutting Adam's apple rendering him helpless, breathless, and near
deadness.

She leaned her body way back lifting the demoralized (still harder than a
rock) Kryptonian off his feet helpless to resist her overwhelming strength. He
could feel her erect nipples penetrating his back engendering rivulets of his
blood, blood that rolled down his back puddling in his ass crack. Sensing that
his precious life force abandoning him Gina graciously released the 'Man of
Squeal' from the vortex of her unbreakable hold allowing gravity to do its
thing.

"Poor baby." She had gently lowered the most powerful MAN on the planet down
to his feet. "If you wish it, I can tell you how I am able to do these things
to you, but I guarantee you you're not going to like it." She flexed her
intimidating hellacious mountainous now 18" biceps in his face. "Are these big
enough"

"Superman ... In case you missed it.' She kissed her biceps again. "These are
clues." She effected a double-bicep pose that gained Superman's undivided
attention.

"I know the answer, you know the answer, in fact by now the entire fucking
world knows the answer."

"It's as simple as ABC." She flaunted her muscular body demoralizing him even
further. "A, I'm stronger than you. And B, I'm stronger than you ... and C,
(and guess what) ... I'm stronger than you."

She laughed contemptuously realizing that Gina Cimoli the cute innocent teen
'anomaly' of yesterday was long gone replaced with the strongest most arrogant
most ruthless most powerful being on the planet.

"Face it, dude." An arrogant Gina Cimoli had quickly come to the realization
that the simple isometric exercises shown to her by Dr. Person had somehow
unlocked her true potential jump starting her phenomenal muscle growth
transforming to a near Goddess,

She continued to flex her ever expanding biceps watching with pride as they
quickly surpassed 18" and then 19" and then 20" in diameter; from pipe-stems
to splendorous gargantuan mountains of mayhem in just a matter of a few days;
there was no telling where it would stop or when it would stop or if it would
ever stop.

"Superman ... Admit it to yourself. Look at the size of these fucking puppies
of mine; consider the power that resides within." She flexed some more certain
that her bicep had risen yet another inch. "Superman admit it to yourself and
to the rest of world ... I'm stronger than you ... so much stronger."

"That's the how of it." She laughed out loud not from simple glee but rather
displaying an utter disdain for the diminished Man of Steel who was now putty
in her hands. She pulled him to his feet so she they were facing one another.

"Deal with it." She positioned his clearly distressed face directly in front
of the camera lens revealing his piteous tears and his unstemmed bleeding for
all to see ... "SAY IT ... Wimp ...SAY IT."

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, okay ... You're stronger than me." He admitted the obvious.
He lowered his eyes exhibiting humility with a touch of embarrassment.

"Say it again." She demanded. "Louder, louder." She demanded some more.

"You are clearly vastly superior to me in every way imaginable." He lowered
his head visually admitting as much.

"However, you need to remember this." He raised his voice emphasizing his
strong beliefs and convictions. "With great power comes even greater
responsibilies ... Use your powers wisely young lady." He raised his voice yet
again. "Use your powers for good."

"Or what." She laughed into his blushing impotent face. "And If I don't?" She
gently tweaked his nose. "Is it your intention to yell at me some more?" She
tweaked his nose yet again but this time not so gently.

"Face it, Superman." Her laugh was cruel. "You are powerless against me ... I
have diminished you ... I have reduced you ... I have defeated you. I have
transformed you from the Earth's most revered Superhero to nothing more than
an embarrassment; a ... Super Zero."

At her tender young age, it wasn't surprising that the once sweet thoughtful
well-liked Gina Cimoli was unable to cope with her new found super-powered
circumstance. She was intoxicated by the unmatched power and strength
inexorably growing within her.

Her invincible self had excited her to the max as well it should have. Gina
was beginning to think of herself as being omnipotent fully understanding that
her ultimate destiny would be limited only by her fertile imagination and she
welcomed yet another powerful orgasm.

"Superman, poor dear Superman." She squeezed his very large Kryptonian package
just hard enough to gain his undivided attention. "I want you to teach me how
to fly." She forcibly twisted his manhood indicating that she wasn't joking.

"I don't know that I can ... That ability is innate to me ... It's not as if
there's an instruction manual." Tears shown in his eyes knowing that he if he
were to fail her she would punish him, a lot. Likely subjecting him to even
more pain, a debilitating pain with which he feared he would be unable to
deal.

"You better not fail me." She was literally screaming at him. "You better ..."

"Better what?" The two heretofore unquestioned most powerful females on planet
Earth burst through the door intent on putting this young whippersnapper in
her place, intent on rescuing Superman from her clutches. The much larger
Supergirl and Wonder Woman suspected some form of sorcery but they were
extremely confident with their own abilities; super powers will do that to a
girl.

"This what." Gina's swift actions negated further discussion.

Within a nano-second Gina had managed to surprise the lovely lethal ladies by
delivering simultaneous left and right hand punches to their respective
midsections in the process pulverizing their abdominal muscles while breaking
several ribs causing each of the formidable female warriors to struggle to
breathe. She repeated her combination of near lethal blows so that each of the
formidable females suffered from the debilitating power of her prodigious
punches equally.

Gina Cimoli wrapped her strong hands around each of their respective throats
while simultaneously chin lifting the surprised nearly helpless to resist
super heroines off the ground each gasping for air.

Frantically attempting to break free from Gina's iron grip Wandy and Supergirl
both clutched at her wrists and her forearms and her biceps only to discover
that the kid's steel like body was impenetrable ungiving to the max. The two
now more than just worried super-heroines were unaccustomed to being out
muscled and yet ... They were utterly helpless against the high school vixen
who held sway over them.

Gina was amazed, almost frightened, by her complete dominance over the Earth's
two remaining superheroes. Grinning disrespectfully Gina began to viciously
smash the exquisite well-muscled feminine bodies against one another over and
over and over again before dropping their near lifeless broken bodies to the
floor piled atop one another and atop the body of the still trembling weeping
Superman.

"People of Earth." She laughed inwardly knowing that that pronouncement that
provocative unveiled inference would awaken the Internet blockers' speculative
imaginations.

"For your viewing pleasure take a look at these two losers. I present to you
the Earth's three "Super-Zeros".

By now Gina's uncontrolled hubris was more than just extreme and excessive and
unrestrained arrogance and rampant unbridled pride. The powerful teenager was
bordering on a psychotic episode manifesting into a dangerous overconfidence
that coupled with a complete lack of self-awareness which had become an
all-consuming over-the-top narcissistic episode that was ruling her every
emotion.

"Stop what you're doing." This time it was Batman who had burst through the
door intent on rescuing his fellow crime fighters. In his hand the Bat was
holding a ten-ounce greenish piece of non-indigenous to Earth rock.

"This is pure unadulterated Kryptonite and it will render you powerless and
cause you immense pain." The Batman had been watching the proceedings on T.V.
and given her observable superpowers and her call to the 'people of earth' had
convinced himself that this girl must be other worldly likely Kryptonian and
thus susceptible to the harmful debilitating effects of the poisonous rock.

"Oh no ... Please ... Not kryptonite." Gina had immediately recognized the
green glowing rock and she collapsed to the ground writhing in obvious pain,
her pretty face was contorted, she was screaming out her distress for
everybody to hear ... Until she wasn't.

"No, Batman ... Not even close." She kicked out her legs summersaulting to her
feet with ease. She pilfered the glowing green stone from the Batman striking
her open palm on his forehead before engulfing the faux-superhero in her
bicep-blessed powerful young arms squeezing his muscular
two-hundred-thirty-pound torso until his body turned into a mushy pudding like
texture.

"I'm earthborn you simpleton." Gina tossed the putrid piece of bat guano
masquerading as a quasi-superhero, atop the three "Super Zeros" to await she
as yet knew not what.

Gina 'Earthborn' Cimoli clutched the ten-ounce piece of Kryptonite in her
powerful hands and began to squeeze the glowing green rock with all of her
might. She crushed and pulverized the alien stone into crumbled up fragments
before she heated the pieces with her x-ray vision quickly liquifying the
stone.

Her acumen in all matters had increased ten-fold allowing her to fashion three
operational ankle bracelets. She dipped the restraints into the liquified
Kryptonite before attaching the leggings to the respective shins of the three
"Super Zeros" totally incapacitating the cousins; making escape impossible.
Gina had already confiscated Wonder Woman's Hippolyta's girdle, the source of
her Amazonian powers, rendering her nearly helpless.

"Hi there." For the third time in less than an hour an uninvited 'guest' burst
through the door, a guest Gina immediately recognized as the infamous Lex
Luther; Superman's arch rival and a certified genius.

"About that flying thing ..." Luther looked confident. "I can help you with
that."

"Okay ... So, help." She flexed her amazingly peaked pulsating 22" biceps for
his benefit. "Beware of the dire consequences awaiting you should you fail
me." She grabbed him by the hair and 'gently' placed his sweating head against
the inside of her forearm at the crux of its connection with her bicep.

"Best not fuck with me, Lex." She squeezed his head only hard enough to gain
his attention. Nonetheless he could feel her steel like bicep ominously
pressing against his bald pate. "If you do, fuck with me that is, I will pop
your noggin like a watermelon at a Gallagher concert and feed the icky gooey
brain fluids to some dogs."

"Oh ... No ... Please ... No fucking with ... No popping ... No watermelon ...
No gooey brains no dogs." A frantic Lex Luther, was wondering why he had
volunteered his services to this psycho. He pulled a piece of paper from his
back pocket.

"Here is everything you need to know about flying."

"This had better be good." Gina warned.

"Yes! I see it. It is good." She was grinning from ear to ear. "I grasp it."
She exclaimed with utmost delight. She carefully perused the words of
instruction on the page immediately realizing that the secret of flight had
been revealed to her. With her unprecedent levels of power and strength the
rest of the process was nothing more than mind over matter.

"Hey, Superman." She loomed over him, menacingly. "Take a look at this." Gina
viciously slapped the Super Zero across his face hard enough to leave the
imprint of her handprint on his cheek.

"What do you know." Gina was extremely happy and it showed. "There is an
instruction manual; go figure."

She only needed to purge her mind of nonproductive thoughts and relax her
unequaled mind allowing her superior intellect to ascend to Zen like
peacefulness ... For her the rest of the process would be a walk in the park.

She moved the proceedings outside of the building to the school football
field. She had sauntered over to the broken body of the thoroughly beaten and
demoralized Superman moving him along with the other 'Super Zeros' and
everyone else to one of the goal posts propping Superman up so he could see
and 'enjoy' what was about to happen.

"Gina ... Be nice.' It was her brother Carl." He hugged her. "What the hell
are you doing?" He hugged her some more finally noticing how muscular she had
become. "Enjoy you powers but don't change who you are."

"By the way." He added. "You're still hell-a-cute cute."

"I love you, too." She kissed her brother high on his forehead before
returning to the business at hand.

Gina 'The Earthborn" Cimoli tightened and flexed her ever expanding body,
cleansed her mind, and allowed herself to levitate and levitate she did. She
rose her body off the ground to a height of nearly ten feet.

She hovered above the ground for a moment, waived at her bother, before
causing herself to gleefully summersault in the air. She ceased with the
mindless frivolity and sped off in a westerly direction retuning to the field
in less than a minute from the east.

"Holy shit ... That was nothing short of fucking awesome." She pounded on her
chest in triumph using her left hand while in her right hand she held a
half-eaten Nathans hot dog from Coney Island and an extra one for her brother.

"I can unequivocally tell the flat earthers how wrong they have been. And I
can tell the citizens of Earth that there's a new sheriff in town; a flying
bicep-blessed bitch who will require only one thing from the populace ...I
expect that each and every morning you, my subjects, will stop what you're
doing and think ... What can I do today to make Gina even happier?"

Her coquettish laugh and her radiant smile had alerted her 'subjects' that she
had only been joking with them. I will rule benevolently ... You won't even
know I'm here." She promised while not allowing anyone to see that her fingers
were crossed behind her back.

As a child Gina Cimoli had never aspired to be a princess but now, she thought
that she might enjoy being called the Princess of Power. Gina thought back to
Superman's admonishment relative to great power vis vie great responsibility
but Gina preferred a different old adage ... Absolute power corrupts
absolutely ...

To be continued ... Gina Cimoli will undoubtably seek out her origins,
discover the significance of her lineage, establish a new Femdom World Order,
continue to grow even bigger and even stronger, and employ new and new and fun
ways to tease, torment, and humiliate her three docile pets; the Super Zeros
...

When Cute Becomes Scary ... by the Elder Barry ... 7,100 words (mostly
different)