Big Girls Don't Cry
By the Elder Erctwo@aol.com
They Dominate


Big Girls Don't Cry

(They dominate)

The overly-muscled naked female rose up to her maximum height crashing through
the disintegrating concrete sidewalks and streets of Metropolis reaching her
true height of nine feet nine inches; approximately the height of a one and
half Man of Steel.  She swiveled her head around taking in the full breadth
and width of her surroundings smirking at the punny earthlings watching
incredulously as buildings of all sizes and shapes imploded within themselves
as their underpinnings and foundations collapsed unto themselves from the
sudden upheaval.

She watched as dozens and dozens of tiny terrified screaming humans scurried
off to where ever it is tiny terrified screaming humans scurry off to when
being confronted by an overly muscled near ten-foot-tall female giantess. 

As one would expect her sudden appearance in the streets and the resultant
property damages had caused quite a commotion.  The citizens of Metropolis
were accustomed to the unusual but this was a special kind of unusual not to
be accepted lightly.  Those who were not scurrying off in terror were
eagerly awaiting her inevitable confrontation with Superman; the
self-proclaimed Protector of the Planet, who everyone knew resided within the
luxurious five story condo that dominated the tree lined streets of the most
famous city in the world.

While the citizens of earth had complete faith in Superman's ability to
protect them from anything and everything as he had done so often in the past,
they were all a bit intimated and fearful that this time might be different;
this time this female's overwhelming size and formidable musculature might be
more than even Superman could contend.  �

The Man of Steel was awakened from a deep sleep by the heavy din and the
cacophony of inordinately loud noises emanating from the streets outside his
bedroom window. When the fully naked Man of Steel pulled open the curtains, he
found himself staring directly into a huge unblinking blue eye, a blue eye
belonging to the largest female entity he had ever encountered; the largest
anything he had ever encountered.

While he immediately assumed he was dreaming he struggled to interpret the
meaning of the tableau being present to him by Morpheus the God of dreams. 
The gods and goddesses were never direct when they delivered their messages to
him.  Oh no, they preferred to make him work for it, preferred to make him
earn it, preferred to present their messages in the forms of fucking riddles.

He almost immediately realized he wasn't dreaming when the massive female
eschewing any forewarning made a move.  The unnamed female who was hovering
outside his fifth-floor window shoved her mammoth right arm through the
partially opened window, completely engulfing the six-foot-four-inch
two-hundred-forty-pound well-muscled Superman by the throat in her strong
right hand as she flew the helpless to resist superhero atop the roof of his
condo followed closely with an impressive two-legged leap from the group
forward and upwards deftly alighting atop the condo roof.

She continued to hold Man of Steel aloft not allowing his feet gain purchase
with the ground so the strongest man on the planet did the only thing he
could. He used his super human powers to prior her fingers away from his
throat but without success. As hard as he tried, he failed to loosen her vice
like grip even a little. Next, he used his own powerful grip to squeeze her
forearm fully expecting her to relinquish her hold on his throat but again his
herculean efforts were easily thwarted.

"May I ask?" He bowed his head and spoke slowly." Who are you?"  He queried
deferentially opting for a modicum of humbleness as opposed to any more
needless confrontation.

"Throughout the centuries in galaxies too numerous to recall I have been known
by many names, most of them tedious to the point of outright boredom."  She
effected a stunning double biceps pose that sent shivers up and down the spine
of a most impressed Superman.  His burgeoning erection was creeping from out
his shorts; hoping one would suspect for a better unencumbered view of the
splendiferousness that was she.

"HA, I'm just shitting you my puny pint-sized little friend. If you wish you
can refer to me as the Mistress of the Universe or if you prefer you can call
me Karen, my given name."  She looked down at him with a combination of
amusement and pity.  The wry little smile spreading across her face spoke
volumes.

"Check me out." As a demonstration of her unfathomable power and overwhelming
strength she flexed her right fantastically peaked bicep smiling impishly as
her muscle rose to heights heretofore unknown on planet earth; "Oh my, lookie
here." She flexed her left arm. "I have another one just like it over here."

"Yeah, okay; Mistress it is."  Superman bowed his head but only slightly. 
"Her words had revealed much.  Superman had ascertained that this 'woman'
wasn't earth born.  She was from elsewhere and undoubtably she was in want
of something.

"Now, what the fuck is it you want from me?"

In spite of her imposing size the Man of Steel displayed a false brava, a
false confidence that his superpowers and invulnerability would once again
rule the day. However, if truth were to be known he feared her knowing she was
his superior.

"What I want from you is respect!"  Using her index finger and her thumb she
gently squeezed him by his throat completely restricting his ability to
breathe even a little bit; helplessness didn't even come close to describing
his overwhelming feelings of ennui.  He quickly slapped at her mega powerful
forearms signaling his surrender.

"Am I dreaming or am I awake.'  He asked with seriousness.

"Feel these and you will know."  She again flexed her incomprehensibly large
biceps forcing him to feel her ginormous guns.  "Pretty fucking big, no?"

"Wow."  Even though he understood the hopelessness of the endeavor
nonetheless he sensed what she wanted from him so he attempted to encircle her
mountainous muscular upper arms with his relatively puny little hands
cementing in him the pointlessness and futility of attempting to resist her
might.

"Something is wrong, shut the light ... heavy thoughts tonight."  The
meaning of her words was beyond his ken and provided the Man of Steel with
little comfort as he slipped into Never Neverland with hopes of a better
tomorrow. However, when he awoke nothing much had changed:

She was still ten-feet-tall tall and he was not. She still had ungodly biceps
and he did not.

While hope springs eternal it was not to be on this day.  Superman, for want
of anything else to do analytically looked upon the woman-child looming over
him calculating her dimensions ... Had the woman been five feet tall, which
she most certainly was not, and he were to extrapolate correctly her breast
size, it would be reasonable for him to assume that her breasts would measure
out to twice that of a five-foot-women something approaching a mind boggling
72" and from what he had seen of her fully flexed upper arms her biceps would
approach if not exceed 40" inches or more of incalculable strength and power.

Suffice to say this female abomination was more than just formidable she would
be well beyond invincible in any form of combat imaginable thus Superman
understood that he would be best served to simply listen; learn that what he
could from her ... For instance ...

Who was she, from where had she come, why was she there, what did she want,
were there more like her, what did she (they) want from the people of earth,
and most importantly was she full grown.

Just for shit-and-giggles she grabbed Superman by his iconic shirt and lifted
him off his feet using but one hand demonstrating her enormous power and
strength over the heretofore most powerful being on the planet thereby putting
to rest any misguided thoughts he may have harbored relative to his abilities
to compete with her.  Her massive undulating biceps were considerably larger
than his head and he moaned in utter despair contemplating the power that
suggested.

As luck would have it a homeless man had been sleeping on the roof.  He had
awoken and was currently circling the mammoth female with his cock in his
hand.  Clearly intent on dropping his load on the most amazing female he had
ever seen or had even imagined.  Unfortunately for him she was having none
of it and before he had completed a second stroke, she gently slapped his hand
away.

Then, in a seeming fit of pique the massive female grabbed that man by each of
his ankles and ripped him a sounder as if she were making a Thanksgiving Day
wish.  Using her incisors, she had ripped the man's bloody flesh away from
his body devouring his tasty bits, skillfully ripping and cleaning the meat
from bone happily gnawing bones themselves, savoring, each and every morsel as
if she were shucking a most succulent clam on the half shell; utilizing her
long well practiced finger nails she pried away the meaty flesh from his
supple bones.

"Ah yes."  She was clearly pleased with her impromptu snack.  "The
humanoids of this planet are infinitely tastier when marinated in liquor." 
She continued to chew on his torso.  "Yum."

"This is the best part."  She carefully ripped out his still beating heart
from his chest and in two quick bites of the human organ completely devoured
the man's heart.  "Superman, you look disturbed."

� "Disturbed?  Distrubed?"  He made yuking sounds.  "Of course, I'm
disturbed.  You just killed a man, a citizen of Earth for no reason at all
and then you ate him; you fucking ate him."  �

� "That's not true." She smacked her lips appreciatively. "I had a reason."
She emitted an unlady like burp. "I was hungry." 

"Are you a fucking cannibal?"

"Of course not.  To me and to the people from my planet that 'man' as you
called him is nothing more than an extraordinarily highly evolved but a
soulless animal; livestock meant for consumption."

"What?"  Superman was incredulous.  Was she implying that the most evolved
beings on the planet were nothing more than animals.

"Superman; focus your eyes on the heavens.  The armada of transport ships
you see approaching your planet represent space transports from my home
planet.  We are a predatory planet and our goal in the coming weeks and
months is to remove all of the natural resources' endemic to Earth; silver and
gold, uranium, oil, gas, ore, metals, livestock from planet earth, including
humanoids, for our own sustenance."

"Superman, you will be pleased to know that you and your cousin, Supergirl,
each possess souls and as is our want we will allow you ten generations (250
years) to propagate this planet with your progeny in hopes that the soul will
evolve into the bodies of those lucky earthlings."

"Now let's have some fun."  � Karen stretched out her magnificent full
9-foot-nine-inch torso ripping away her top allowing her massive 72" bust,
comparatively tiny waist and iron-like slabs of twelve alien abdominal muscles
forming a perfect 12-pack to an awe-struck Superman who for the first and only
time in his adult life felt sexually inadequate.  Afterall, the woman was
nearly twice his size.

Nonetheless he loving fondled her right breast with both of his hands thrilled
by the pillowy softness of the largest breasts he had ever seen or even
imagined possible and he began to suckle her impossibly erect nipples.

However, what really excited Superman was her unfathomable musculature; not
only her size but the impenetrable firmness which fed his female muscle
fetishes.  She inserted his penis into her moist vagina the muscles of which
constricted around his engorged manhood causing him to almost immediately
erupt copious amounts of warm Kryptonian semen.

"You late for a meeting or something?"  She chided the man for his less than
adequate performance.  She resisted the urge to make a faster than a
speeding bullet comment.

"Let me explain." An embarrassed Superman lowered is eyes. "Ever since puberty
I've had a muscular girl fetish and until today, I've never had the chance to
actually experience that fantasy.  You are everything I have been dreaming
about since I was twelve and I just couldn't hold my shit.  I will do better
next time." And the Man of Steel did just that. However, his feelings of
inadequacies were real; no man his size no matter how super could possible
sexually satisfy the nearly 10-foot Alien Goddess.

"Superman, look on the bright side. For the next 250 years you and are being
given carte blanche to ravish and impregnate as many earthly females as you
possible can, not to mention your many prodigies."

The armada of space ships arrived landing unchallenged on every continent and
because of their superior technological weaponry preceded to rape the regions
of tons and tons of natural resources promising to return in 250 years.

The reason for Superman's libidinous affairs was fully explained to and
accepted by the female population of earth and for the past twenty-five
decades young fertile females presented themselves to Superman for copulation
for the purpose of fertilization. Statisticians from around the world
calculated that Superman sired on average three children per day totaling
22,375 children over half males who in turn fathered more than their share of
children; estimates vary but suffice to say there's a shit load of
half-Kryptonian children populating the earth.

As promised twenty-five years to the day one later solitary alien ship landed
in Southern California directly in front of Superman while dozens and dozens
of similar ships landed in various areas on each of the seven continents
dispatching very tall males in white coats to examine a sampling of the girls
impregnated by superman and his prodigy.

Encoded messages were dispatched from each site directly to Karen who studied
the results for what seemed like hours but in actuality were but s few scant
seconds. An anxious world knowing the profound ramifications breathlessly
watched in rapt anticipation; all praying whether they were religious or not.

Karen silently approached the Protector of the Planet and when she was close
enough she unleashed an all-powerful righthand to his solar plexus followed by
equally powerful rights and lefts to his body. Superman collapsed in a heap
wheezing like an asthmatic unable to draw a breath he felt himself descending
into a vacuity of nothingness a thoroughly humiliated, distraught, and beaten
man; a failed man.

A man who anointed himself to be the Protector of the Planet. Despite his many
good and lifesaving deeds and exploits he failed to uphold his sacred vow and
his obligations to the people of earth; in the final analysis he was a
failure.

When A distraught sniveling Superman finally awakened from a deep
forty-eight-hour coma he found himself in a hospital bed starring at gigantic
television listening to a cacophony of sounds; bells chiming, sirens blaring,
horns beeping along with people singing and dancing in the streets. The entire
earth was celebrating and Superman had reason to believe that his efforts had
been at least partially successful and the earth had been saved?

When he looked around the room, he saw the many cards and placards that feted
him as the FATHER OF THE YEAR.

Big Girls Don't Cry ... by the Elder Barry ... 2,500 words