IS THE MUSCULAR GIRL A GIANT
By the Elder Barry  erctwo@aol.com
Or has Superman somehow been diminished


IS THE MUSCULAR GIRL A GIANT

(Or has Superman somehow been diminished)

The Man of Steel awakened basking in a vast seemingly unending meadowland
plush with perfectly manicured green grass bathed in sunshine and cloudless
blue skies. He didn't have a clue where he was nor how he had arrived there.
All he knew for certain was he felt unencumbered by the problems of the world
and the weighty responsibilities inherent in his duties as the Protector of
the Planet which had somehow been removed.

For the first time in memory, he felt completely relaxed and serene, far
removed from his awesome responsibilities. He closed his eyes dreaming of
happier times. However, when he was awakened from his revery his clearly
inadequate super-body was shrouded from the warm sun by a monolithic shape, a
shadow being cast by the largest human being Superman had ever encountered.

Her generous breasts attested to the fact that this Giant being was 100%
female. Superman employed his Kryptonian brain power to deduce that the girl
was at a minimum ten times his height making her sixty-four-feet-tall weighing
nearly 2,400 pounds ... Further statistical extrapolation led Superman to
conclude that the heavily muscled female's biceps likely exceeded 250" of
feminine power sufficient enough to crush the planets favorite Super Hero into
a stain on the fabric of the history of earth.

Understandably Superman had been distracted by her incomprehensible size and
physicality so he had failed to recognize her all too familiar grinning face,
a face belonging to Harley Quinn, known to her many fans as Doll Face, a face
sent spine tingling shivers throughout his body.

Experiencing unmitigated fear, the Man of Steel looked up at the beautiful
sneering villainesses face with utter despair and hopelessness. He knew Harley
well enough to understand that she was well beyond simply ruthless.
Undoubtably, she would take full advantage of her physical superiority and
yes, her psychosocial advantages as well, advantages that would permit 'Doll
Face' to not only render the diminished Superman to irrelevancy but to inflict
as much pain and humiliation as possible on, in her words, the little Man of
Squeal.

The Kryptonian superhero was too proud to allow his stewardship of planet
earth to conclude in such ignominious defeat. He needed to know how the former
Dr. Quinzel had diminished and defeated him; Superman assumed it likely had
something to do with her friendship with Pison Ivy who he deduced correctly
had concocted a magical potion of sorts, an elixir that could have shrunken
him or somehow enhanced her or both. Suffice to say this version of Harley
Quinn was more than he could ever hope to compete.

Superman used his Kryptonian eidetic memory to conjure up the memories that
had likely been masked by one of Poison Ivy's diabolical potions.

A visual scenario presented itself to Superman. He had been confronting the
well-muscled Harley Quinn when she lit up a cigarette but before he could
react, she exhaled copious plumes of lilac colored smoke into his face. He
tried not to breath, but breath he did.

He immediately felt faint and couldn't ward of the quick pouncing amazingly
strong Harley Quinn who shoved a chemical soaked rag over his mouth. Despite
his unassailable superpowers the Man of Steel wilted from the fumes and was
slowly but surely rendered helpless against her surprising strength and power.

As he suspected he could see the confident looking Poison Ivy raising her
spindly arms over her head signaling a touchdown indicating that their side
had won or was at the very least considerably ahead.

"Ivy, this is going to be so damn much fun." He recalled Harley laughing
triumphantly as he watched 'Doll Face' and "Peanut' high five one another.

"How long will this take?" Quinn asked Ivy.

"No more than five minutes." Peanut laughed. "Look it's already started."

And in deed it had ... Superman's invulnerable, indestructible, impervious to
pain 240-pound Kryptonian body was quickly and inexorably disappearing from
sight obscured within his own clothes which were quickly becoming much too
large for his diminished self; an apt metaphor thought each of the giddy
girls.

Harley had thought ahead and furnished the tinier than just tiny naked
Superman with a superhero figurine custom. He quickly donned the costume
grateful to no longer be naked.

Ivy, as Superman had originally concluded hadn't grown to outlandish
proportions but rather superman had shrunk down to barely than a foot in
height; three inches shorter than his erect penis had been.

The vast seemingly unending meadowland was anything but ... It was Superman's
puny size that had warped his perception of distance. At a relatively
leisurely pace, the girls easily transported the still superpowered homunculus
to Poison Ivy's Greenhouse in less than five minutes.

Harley Quinn had ingested less than an ounce of Ivy's growth inducing elixir
but the results were beyond starling and every inch of her ever-growing torso
erupted into incompressible unequaled feminine muscle causing 'Doll Face' to
orgasm over and over again.

"Damn it, Ivy. I wish we hadn't shrunk him so quickly." Harley flexed he
massive 24" biceps lovingly caressing her muscles demonstrating unmitigated
joy at her most enviable of circumstances.

"You still can." Ivy giggled. "Use just one finger against both of his hands."

"Hmm ... But that would be heartless, and mean, and so condescending to the
little guy." They snickered and giggled in unison. "Let's do it."

Ivy placed the 'little guy' on her work table and admonished him that he
better give it his all or she would hurt him, hurt him a lot. She drank a
little over three ounces of her muscle enhancing potion letting him know just
how much her muscular self was capable of hurting him.

Superman reluctantly clasped Harley's index finger with both of his tiny hands
and began his fruitless and pointless attempt to push her digit down ... not
surprisingly with absolutely no success. Harley flicked her finger ever so
gently sending the tiny Superman across and then off the edge of the table
where he was grabbed in mid-air by the new and improved Poison Ivy.

"That's not fair." Harley was annoyed that Poison Ivy had transformed herself
to a size that was now four to five times larger than she. "When did this
become a contest between us?"