Galaxy Woman, Chapter 4
By Meadler
Betty shows Clark who's boss.

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CHAPTER FOUR - FOREPLAY

Betty spun Superman around, twisted his arm up behind his back, and wrapped her
other massive arm around his neck in a choke hold. He attempted to resist her,
to turn back around, to pull his arm free, but he couldn't move her in the
slightest.

She tensed her body and made her invincible, enormous muscles swell against him,
thereby tightening her grip on him. She could sense his arousal continue to rise
and she kissed him on the cheek again and chuckled in his ear.

Betty spun Superman back around to face her again. She stepped forward and
pulled him down with no effort at all into a headlock. He was bent backward at
the knees, his head trapped between her gigantic pectoral and bicep, held up
only by the headlock. She moaned and flexed. Her huge, hard, and growing upper
body applied planet-crushing force that made him struggle to release himself.
She felt Superman fight against her and laughed at the futility of his efforts.
She had spent so long adoring Superman, and now all his powers and might were
nothing to her!

She played with him by flexing and releasing again and again. Her display of
galactic might made her arousal skyrocket again. Her eyes nearly rolled back in
her head as she felt her entire body start to slowly swell with more hugeness,
hardness, and might and flood her with beyond-superhuman pleasure.

She basked in the sensations and moaned out, "Don't worry, baby! You're gonna
enjoy this!"

Betty released her headlock. She grabbed Superman by the back of the neck with
her right hand and lifted him straight up so that his feet were dangling. She
raised her left arm to her side and flexed and held her enormous bicep tense.
His eyes went wide at the sight of it. She then moved him over, his whole body
held up at the back of his neck by her one hand, so that his chin was on top of
her bicep.

His position properly calibrated, she then snugly wedged him in between her
gigantic pectoral rack and her massive, flexed left arm. She released his neck
from her right hand and he was held up by nothing more than the hugeness and
hardness of her muscles, his feet dangling off the ground even though he was
taller than her.

With her elbow bent to a ninety degree angle, she relaxed her bicep and then
tensed it again. Its explosive growth slammed into Superman's chin and knocked
his head back.

She laughed, relaxed her bicep, and repeated the process. Tense, relax, tense,
relax, tense, relax, time and again. Superman's head snapped back with each
blast of her bicep.

She increased the tempo of her bicep strikes from once per second to twice per
second. She marveled at her supreme stability and neuromuscular control.
Superman's body was simply wedged in position among her massive muscles and she
was not only supporting him with no strain, but the rest of her body was as
still as a statue while at the same time she was repeatedly flexing and relaxing
her mountainous bicep, which was smashing into his head and not yielding to his
Kryptonian might at all.

She increased the tempo to three times per second. The noise of her bicep
colliding with Superman's head was tremendous.

Ten times per second. The noise was deafening.

Fifty times per second. The noise was making the building vibrate.

She moaned in delight and then laughed louder than the explosive noise.

One hundred times per second. The building was shaking. The noise would've
killed any ordinary human inside the building and was frightening many people
outside the building.

"Come on, baby! Hang in there! I know you can make it!"

Five hundred times per second. Her bicep had collided with his head with enough
cumulative force to compact cubic miles of dirt into a mountain. The structural
integrity of the building was on the verge of failing and she could sense
Superman begin to slip into unconsciousness.

She stopped. Superman was held aloft in the same position. She lowered him a
little and kissed his cheek a few times.

"Wake up, baby. The fun has barely started."

He moaned and his eyes fluttered open. She could sense his arousal rise yet
again, and she chuckled and kissed him.

She said, "I know what'll make you feel better."

She put him down on his feet and held him up. At his front and facing him, she
slowly wrapped her enormous arms around him in a bear hug, and lifted him up off
the ground.

"Here it comes, baby!"

She gently tensed her upper body so that it swelled hugely against her
superlover. She moaned deeply and with precisely the right tone and modulation
to push every button Superman had. Her gigantic pectorals, biceps, and forearms
swelled and pushed against him as the orgasmic influx of hugeness made her moan
even more deeply and erotically.

The bulge in his shorts increased in size. She could sense his health returning
to full.

"That's right, baby! I knew my gigantic muscles would do you good. I have all
the muscles you'll ever want and so much more. My body is limitless now, baby!
All I have to do is flex and I'll be on the verge of the biggest orgasm in the
world."

To drive her point home, she tensed her whole body and grew again. Her upper
body swelled even more hugely against him, and, as predicted, she was brought to
the brink of orgasm. She yelled in pleasure.

Superman started squirming in place and he yelled out, "Betty! Don't cum with me
trapped in here!"

She laughed while biting her lip and relaxed her body.

"I won't, baby. When I let myself cum again, you're gonna want it more than
anything!"

She continued, "Speaking of cumming, there's no way Metropolis, let alone this
lab, will survive my next orgasm. Let's go someplace a bit more private."

The two went from Betty's lab to the middle of a small and secluded forest glade
hundreds of miles away from Metropolis in the time it took her to casually speak
the word "private".

The glade was small enough that the forest canopy reached out over it and
covered it. Beams of sunlight cut through the canopy. Betty breathed in deeply
and admired the forest for a moment, and then she set Superman down and released
him from her hug only to grab him by the collar of his suit with one hand and
hoist him up again.

She asked, "How tough is this suit?"

He replied, "As tough as I am. It's woven from the blankets my Kryptonian
parents sent with me to Earth."

"Hmmmmm...Is that so?"

With the fist with which she was holding him pointing at his face, she yanked
her arm back into a bicep flex so fast that the suit's collar stretched and then
contracted and caused his face to snap forward into her fist. The explosive
force of contact frightened away many of the nearby birds in the forest.

The suit held together just fine. She wondered aloud, "Wowwww...How tough can
this suit possibly be?"

She yanked Superman back into another punch and immediately increased her tempo
to one hundred punches per second, then one thousand, then ten thousand. The
explosive forces released frightened away all the birds and animals in the
forest for miles around and caused nearby trees to blow back away from Betty and
Superman as if hurricane-force winds were emanating from their spot in the
glade.

She stopped when Superman's consciousness began to fade again. She noticed the
still increasing bulge in his shorts.

She smiled and said, "I think it's time for your suit to come off, baby."