Superman Defeated on the Beach
By the Elder Barry erctwo@aol.com
The girl warned him




There have been numerous incarnations and versions of this particular
story-line posted on the 'Diana the Valkyrie' Website and others like it ...

"Superman overpowered by a muscular young girl on a beach" is a familiar
scenario for fans of the genre. This reimagined up dated version is a tribute
to those stories that have come before.

However, none of those wonderful chronicles has ever been fully fleshed out or
has explained the nineteen-year-old-girl's origins to my satisfaction ... This
is my humble attempt to do so ... Enjoy.

YouTube and TikTok video notifications appeared on Superman's cell phone app
almost simultaneously ... At first, he, the undisputed most powerful being in
the known universe was amused by the audacity of the girl. However, upon
further review the Man of Steel decided it would be prudent and maybe even fun
for him to investigate. He would soon learn differently; he would soon learn
that fun was not to be had.

Once Superman had heard and fully digested the demeaning and challenging words
shouted by the 'teen muscle queen' shown in the video his mind spasmed and he
felt psychologically and physically threatened by her. He was inexplicably
transported back in time to his formative years in Smallville where he was
often intimidated by teenaged girls.

After observing the familiar haughty arrogant facial expression on her face
and her impressive muscularity, the girl's pronouncements no longer seemed to
be idle threats. This was the type of confrontation Superman had been dreading
and hoping to avoid ever since he was a young lad back in high school.

All too often Superman inexplicably melted down when confronted by muscular
females, particularly the young ones ... In the past he would eventually
conquer his female advisory and put aside his fantasies and his fears,
overcome his anxieties, and prevail. Admittedly he had on a number of
occasions succumbed (great word) to a meaningless sexual liaison or two or
even three. However, today the Man of Steel was experiencing a foreboding
about what lay ahead for him; no pun intended.

A growing number of beach aficionados gathered together to witness the
teenager's morning ritual. Her arrival and her subsequent unveiling never
failed to impress the assemblage of onlookers.

Just as she had for the past several days the amazing girl arrived preciously
at 9:00 AM. Without fanfare she slowly began to disrobe tensing every muscle
group in her stunning body as she teased the beach crowd with her provocative
smile, her large gravity defying breasts, and her rippling female muscles.

Given the proliferation of cell phones the YouTube and TikTok videos were
ubiquitous but surprisingly none has gone completely viral likely because so
many bloggers and posters were falsely claiming that the girl's bulging
muscles had been photoshopped and only a fool would think otherwise.
Nonetheless, many did think otherwise and her popularity grew.

The teen's charismatic in-person aura was undeniable and the girl knew how to
take control of a room or in this case the beach. Superman saw her innocent
cherub angelic looks; her high cheek bones, penetrating blue-green eyes, her
feathery perfectly quaffed lilac-streaked blonde hair, her arrogant smile, her
whiter than white straighter than straight teeth, her fetching come-hither
look completed the nearly perfect female package. She was both the embodiment
of the Krypotonian's life-long fantasy girl coupled with the specter of his
worst nightmare.

That combined with her awe-inspiring torso-crushing quads and calves and her
incomprehensibly massive biceps made this girl truly special and the Man of
Steel uncharacteristically cowered away from her.

The mighty maiden's hubris was evident to everyone who witnessed her arrogant
supercilious posturing or heard her braggadocios rantings ... She flexed her
enormous biceps which at the very least measured 24" around revealing
impossibly defined muscles without the usual unsightly serrations and worm
like veins ... Her skin was as smooth as the butt of a new born.

Her smooth esthetically pleasing well-tanned body appeared to have been
sculpted by a renaissance master (think Michelangelo) ... The heavily muscled
teen's body glistened with sweat and her impressively peaked teen-biceps were
as smooth and as strong and as impenetrable as imported Carrara marble; she
was a wonder to behold.

The female muscle queen openly called out Superman challenging him to a
mano-o-mano battle. She shouted demeaning insults and obscenities at him,
questioning his masculinity, while claiming that should the cowardly
Kryptonian ever deign to show up on her beach, she would beat his sagging ass
to a bloody pulp and then deposit his beaten alien body in the trash where it
belonged.

It was as if this muscular girl were privy to something others of her
circumstance were not; either that or the bitch be crazy.

The Internet audience enjoyed her bravado but never took the teenaged girl
seriously; even so the number of hits and likes grew exponentially ... She was
going viral and an amused world was intrigued.

Virtually every person in the civilized world was aware of Superman and his
accompanying mystique. The citizens of Earth have known for years that
Superman was invincible and otherwise invulnerable to pain and yes, they were
all aware that he was faster than a speeding bullet, able to leap tall
buildings in a single bound, and more powerful than a locomotive.

However, what was not common knowledge among the populace was that Superman
did not, as many believed, possess the combined strength of millions and
millions of humans nor could he crush incoming rogue comets to dust with his
bare hands nor could he move and topple mountains with a single breath. In
short, while it was true that Superman is the most powerful being on the
planet, he is not nor has he ever been an omnipotent God; he is not infallible
... He has weaknesses and the nameless teen was confident she could exploit
those weaknesses and fulfill that which she considered to be her own destiny.

Upon seeing the girl up close and personal, Superman immediately shuddered
away from her; he sensed her fire, her potency, her power. He actually feared
her huge muscles as they literally erupted from her upper arms ... Even though
he realized that he was blessed with unparalleled Super-Powers he inexplicably
felt compelled to run away and hide from her. He had never seen anything to
compare with her and he trembled noticeably at the mere thought of confronting
her. His mind was flooded with irrational mind-numbing terror and he began to
babble incoherently until he finally managed to pull himself together; sort
of.

Eventually he managed to focus his attention more objectively on her ... Even
at an average height the girl was extraordinarily well muscled with gigantic
throbbing biceps, generous breasts, a miniscule waist line, hugely muscled
thighs and quads, well-shaped calves, washboard abs, yada, yada, yada.

The mystery girl ruled the beach with aplomb; well, she didn't actually have a
plum, but you likely already knew that.

Many of the muscular men who had once frequented 'Muscle Beach' no longer did.
Some of the remaining guys liked and admired the young girl but they had all
come to fear her ... She was brimming with confidence, and why not. She was so
young, yet so big, and so powerful. She was often mean spirited and many
wrongly suspected anabolic steroid usage ... She was fraught with sudden
frightening outbursts of mayhem and most afforded her a wide berth.

Using his X-ray vision Superman scanned her entire torso and was surprised to
learn that save for her massive overly muscled teen body there was nothing
extraordinary about the girl's physiology, suffice to say the teenager was
stronger than most.

Nonetheless, the Man of Steel decided to investigate the phenomenon that was
she ... It was clear to the Kryptonian Superhero that the girl was special and
as the Protector of the Planet it was his duty and obligation to determine for
himself if the muscle girl could be an existential threat to the planet.

If only he hadn't bothered ... If only he'd minded his own damn business ...
If only he'd followed his own instincts and his inner warning and stayed clear
of her ... If only.

As was his want Superman enjoyed long brisk morning walks on the beach; not
being a drinking man he would often sip on a virgin pina colada. Dressed as
Clark Kent he would occasionally walk along the length of the beach and talk
among the beach goers hoping to stumble across a human-interest story or two
for the paper.

The mild-mannered reporter had heard rumblings of the presence of a
particularly annoying and disruptive young female, a nineteen-year-old muscle
freak who often infringed upon and disrupted the fun and enjoyment of the
beach going experience; often unintentionally.

Clark spotted her immediately; it hadn't taken him long and it hadn't been all
that difficult. The woman-child's ungodly physique was evident from the get-go
and with a delighted gusto she was displaying muscles upon muscles upon even
more muscles with well-earned and deserved personal pride ... Everything about
the muscle-girl screamed ... beware of me ... look at me ... fear me.

Superman couldn't believe nor condone her brattish behavior. One moment the
outlandishly muscled girl would roam around the common-use area as if it were
her own private domain; she dominated the exercise area and the equipment and
cursed at anyone and everyone who deigned to get in her way; not surprisingly
only a scant few did.

Showing a sweeter side, she would occasionally pose with and for the people
including the many children who gathered around her, all of whom giggled as
they attempted to encircle her bulging biceps with their tiny hands. Not
surprisingly none of her little admirers ever could and they laughed together
with glee.

The first thing one noticed about her was her youthful continence. Actually,
the first thing one noticed was her bulging unreal biceps, her stunning super
model good looks, and her muscular body. Superman marveled at the girl's
physique as did the awed beachgoers.

"Oopsie Daisey." She giggled. "Up you go, guy." Superman was startled when the
child like waif unapologetically demonstrated her strength and grabbed hold of
a large six-foot-eight-inch 280-pound weight-lifter type and hoisted the
startled man along with the large dumb-bell he was holding in his hands high
off the ground and with audacity military pressed the man and the barbell over
her own head several times with ease before discarding him at the water's
edge.

"I'll be here all week." She promised the rapt crowd."

The ever-growing crowd of entertained onlookers cheered and applauded her
demonstration of unprecedented almost superhuman strength and athleticism
while the startled man smiled sheepishly.

For another twenty minutes or so the muscle girl posed for the crowd,
playfully tossed and flung muscle men around willy-nilly like so many rag
dolls to the delight of the onlookers. Rather than resist or attempt to fight
back the men laughingly played along with her but Superman could tell that
while they tolerated her excesses the men would have preferred it had the girl
let them be.

"You call those doughy marshmallow arms muscles?" She stood over one of the
embarrassed weightlifters flaunting her own muscles for all the beachgoers to
see. It's no wonder people were complaining about her. He would have to put an
end to that type of behavior ... If he could.

"Nobody really believes it to be true but I heard she's only
twelve-years-old." An old man walked away in disgust.

"No way." Kent retorted. Eventually Superman would learn that in reality the
muscular female was a home schooled nineteen-year-old high school drop-out
from out of state.

"Yes ... Yes ..." She laughed at the old man and flexed furiously. "Would you
believe these babies, are only thirteen years old?" She lied as she flexed
furiously some more again.

"Okay ... Would you believe these babies are twenty-four-inches around?" Her
muscle appeared to be larger than the old man's head. "Would you like to feel
them?" She laughed at the septuagenarian as he scurried away to where ever it
was old codgers scurried off to when being confronted by a teenager with an
attitude.

"Would you believe I pack more punching power and strength in each of these
hands than a young Mike Tyson?" She squared up with the punching bag and with
a right cross propelled the bag more than seventy-five feet into the ocean.
That display of power made her appear to be superhuman which wasn't far from
the truth.

The muscle girl spotted a paparazzi photographer who seemed to be delighted
with his exclusive video. He was thrilled when she bowed in his direction,
flashed her perfect 36D breasts, and flexed for his camera. However, he was
startled and dismayed when she snatched his expensive camera from his hands
and heaved it deep into the ocean.

"Hey." He screamed at her.

"Shut the fuck up or you'll be next ..." She allowed her words to trail off
but he had gotten the idea and left the beach in a huff, not to return.

Superman took a closer look at what had to be the most muscular earth born
female the Man of Steel had ever encountered; maybe that ever was ... Her
facial expression (I'm better than you) engendered supreme confidence and the
Man of Steel was overcome with dread and he unconsciously trembled.

She was only five-foot-seven or so but she packed over 160-pounds of pure
rock-solid muscle on her tight frame; her body fat measured less than
two-percent. Her muscles were independently straining to escape from the
epidermal casings that kept everything tightly packed together.

The nineteen-year-old vixen was compact of build, too short to be
characterized as a true Amazon nonetheless she looked as if she had been
chiseled out of the finest of Italian marble such was the obvious hardness of
her muscles and the smoothness of her well-tanned skin. Superman gasped
audibly when huge mountains of feminine muscle literally erupted from her
upper arms. Her massive biceps and triceps competed for the attention of the
awed and intimated onlookers.

"Superman!" She bellowed. "I know you've seen my videos on YouTube." She
flexed the entirety of her incomparable body. "Are you afraid of these?" She
effected a double-bicep pose that earned oohs and aahs from the stunned
beachgoers. "Too afraid to face these big girlie muscles of mine, too afraid
to challenge me?"

Superman looked upon her with a combination of respectful disbelief,
irrational fear, and unwavering admiration. The youngish blonde girl raised
her arms and flexed yet again as her biceps and triceps expanded to
intimidating gargantuan proportions easily exceeding 24" of female splendor
pulsating with unlimited power.

He remained in the background hiding from her as best he could, hiding his
inexplicable but deep seeded fear of her. The Man of Steel found himself
mesmerized by the girl's physicality and hypnotically mumbled disjointed words
to himself.

In the last half an hour the number of YouTube and TikTok views exceeded a
million per platform; she was an internet sensation even though the comments
challenging Superman to confront her were yet to be taken seriously by the
viewers and their comments reflected as much.

Superman's anxiety driven 'muscular female' inferiority complex overwhelmed
him and he feared that he could never compete with her on any level ...... The
Man of Steel was suffering a form of brain trauma experiencing but one
thought; so big, too damn strong, too fucking powerful; Okay, that's three
thoughts ... but at this point in time who was counting.

The girl was absolutely huge; a true mountain of muscle; her remarkable 24"
biceps exceeded that of most Mr. Universe contestants. She wore the smallest
and tightest of thong and a revealing bikini-top that barely covered her
nineteen-year-old pinkish saucer-sized areoles; the skimpy bikini accentuated
and exposed every muscle group in her tightly packed frame. Her young nubile
breasts perfectly compliment her lithe sensuous teen body; not too big not too
small.; However, if you haven't guessed by now what set this girl apart from
all others was her musculature.

"Hey buddy, you call what you got muscles?" She flexed energetically and
laughed. "Go away." She dismissed the male body builder as if the guy were a
mere cockroach unworthy of her attention.

He scanned her muscle-packed body with his X-ray vision and determined beyond
a shadow of a doubt that she was 100% human. Despite his trepidation he
stealthily moved nearer to her. The child's upper arms were easily 24" around
sans the customary thick veins and serrations suggesting unenhanced
unfathomable power and strength residing within.

The Kryptonian Superhero understood that he himself possessed unequaled
Superpowers but if an impartial observer were to rely on the eye test, she was
by far the more powerful of the two. Without exaggeration, despite being
nearly a foot shorter, her biceps were several inches larger in size than his
20" guns and much better defined to boot.

Instinctively the all-powerful Superman knew that his superpowers and
invincibility were superior to any human to have ever lived, even her.
Nonetheless, his mind was telling him otherwise and the Man of Steel recoiled
at the thought of having to deal with her.

He spoke with many of the beach goers who relayed much the same story to him.
Apparently, her dad was a competitive body builder, although no one had ever
met him. It was said that she was a three-time Miss-Teen-Fit contest winner
who had just recently taken up body building which on the surface sounded
plausible.

However, Superman understood all too well that something about this
woman-child's extraordinary body development wasn't natural ... It just wasn't
possible for a young girl like her to have naturally developed such size and
muscular definition at such an early age ... and yet seeing was believing.

Her eight pack was a wonder to behold; steel like slabs of abdominal muscles
suggested years of dedicated workouts which would be neigh onto impossible for
a nineteen-year-old with velvety skin as smooth as the ass of a new born
child. Her diamond shaped calves and humongous thighs attested to the fact
that this girl never skipped out on leg day.

"Dude." She pointed and wagged her finger in his direction. "Yeah, you with
the glasses." She sensed fear. "Don't run away.'

Much to Superman's chagrin the teen-temptress had finally taken notice of him
and was fast approaching closing the distance between the two seemingly with
malicious intent. He was immediately engulfed in the powerful endorphins
secreting from her pores engendering amorous thoughts and uncontrollable
sexual feelings and he could feel his enormous Kryptonian penis straining to
escape the confines of his clothing.

"We need to talk." She again flexed her steel-like biceps once again some more
and smiled smugly. "You want to touch them, don't you?" When he hesitated, she
giggled. "Come on Dude ... It's perfectly okay ... You know you want to,
everyone does." When he finally gave in and reached for her upper arm, she
pulled it away and sneered at him. "Psyche ... Only in your dreams, old man
... Only in your dreams."

"You've been asking a lot of questions about me and my big-girlie muscles."
More flexing ensued. "Why?" She giggled. "Do muscles turn you on? Are you
gay?"

The nearer she got to him the more impressive her body looked. She extended
her upper arm yet again and flexed furiously commanding him to look at her
pulsating massive seemingly growing biceps.

"Do you like what you see old man?"

"Yes ... of course ... Who wouldn't?" Superman, attempted to hide his
erection, turned away from her, and walked away.

"Wait, I do have questions." He abruptly turned to face her. "I'm a newspaper
reporter from the Daily Planet and I wish to write a feature story about you."

"With that?" She pointed at his crotch. "That appears to be much larger than a
pen."

"Two C-notes gets you a private show while five gets you more ..." She flashed
her exquisite breasts and laughed. When Superman picked up his pace and walked
away from her without speaking further, she grabbed him by his forearm and
spun him around.

"Hey, old man I'm not done with you yet."

He, the strongest being on the planet, cried out in pain. Her vice like grip
had nearly crushed his forearm and her subsequent push into his chest had
nearly sent the Man of Might to the ground.

They were both stunned and shocked and stupefied ... She because he was still
standing and he because she had actually managed to hurt him ... nearly
knocking him off his feet.

"Hi." She sneered disrespectfully at the six-foot-four-inch
two-hundred-forty-pound man who dwarfed her by nearly a foot in height.

Recognizing that this bespectacled man possessed certain powers and strengths
that other men she had encountered didn't she decided to test him. To erase
any doubt relative to who among them had the bigger dick she took immediate
and decisive action.

Without warning or displaying any sign of emotion she punched the unsuspecting
dweeb in the stomach with such ferocity the Man of Steel breathlessly buckled
over; wheezing like an asthmatic, puking like a high school freshman boy who
had just drunk his first six-pack of beer.

Superman, in stunned acknowledgement of her speed and overwhelming power held
up his open hand signally 'no mas, no mas.' He didn't want for
'little-miss-muscles' to hit him again because at that moment in time he felt
powerless to stop her and more to the point that first punch had actually hurt
him, hurt him a lot.

Almost effortlessly the girl who had already fractured three of his ribs,
lacerated a kidney, and crushed his ulnar bone from his elbow to his wrist
bone with her vice-like grip lifted the shocked Superhero high over her head
holding his already sagging body motionless, before she unceremoniously
slammed the helpless to resist man down over her knee dropping him to the
ground where he remained inert either unable or unwilling to stand and defend
himself.

Actual pain was new to the heretofore invulnerable Kryptonian and he didn't
like it and he didn't like that which it portended fearing what was likely to
happen next.

With lightening quickness, using less than 50% of her overall strength, she
placed him in a devastating headlock forcibly pressing his head against her
rock-like pecs imprisoning the strongest man in the world with her might.
Holding him in that untenable position her unbreakable hold was restricting
his ability to breathe; she didn't seem to care.

Just for fun she reached down and began to sensually fondle his surprising
harder that hard larger than large erection.

Even though she recognized his extraordinary strength she also recognized that
despite said strength he was still hopelessly helpless against her prodigious
power; she knew it, he knew it, and everyone watching on the beach knew it.

"Tell me the truth weakling." She suspected that the man who was cringing in
her grasp was more than he seemed. "Who are you?"

Superman remained mute ... Mesmerized by her ever growing 28" biceps he was
too embarrassed to reveal his true identity.

To say the Man of Steel was flummoxed and unnerved by the unfamiliar
circumstance he found himself in would be the understatement of the year, no
of the millennium. It was one thing to be weary of the muscle girl but it was
something else to be overpowered by her and sexually abused by the
teenaged-girl and at least for the moment there wasn't a damn thing he could
do about it such was the kid's overwhelming dominance.

Employing every ounce of his Kryptonian superpowers Superman grasped and
clutched and pulled at her ungiving muscular arms only to realize he couldn't
budge her even an inch. He tried his best to remove her hand from his
twitching Kryptonian cock but couldn't dislodge even one of her fingers. She
was more than just muscular; she was hell-a-strong ... Had he known she was
employing less than half of her strength against him he would likely have
cried out 'Great Caesar's Ghost' apropos of nothing.

He helplessly gaped at the pulsating muscular arm that was actually blocking
his view of the beach. All the while he was wondering from where she had come
and what her ultimate plans for him and for the earth might be.

He found himself admitting that he feared her, feared her a lot ... He
realized that if she wished to do so, she could end him right there on the
spot. He had never felt so vulnerable in his entire life and he was scared;
scared shitless, scared to death.

"Let me be." Not knowing what else he could do Superman began to beg her for
his life pleading for mercy ... whimpering noticeably. "Please, let me be."

"Let you be what." She giggled and smirked then she saw his Superman outfit
peeking out from beneath his own clothing and she mockingly berated him. The
teenager was consumed with actual unrelenting uncontrollable belly laughter
and she nearly pissed herself.

"Oh!" She managed to take a deep breath. "This is so good." She finally
regained control of herself breathing somewhat normally between snickers and
hardy guffaws. "Has the mountain come to Mohamad?" She laughed sinisterly.

"You want to be him?" More laughter. "Is that what you want?" She grabbed his
right bicep squeezing hard enough to cause the truly muscular man to feel real
pain. "Be careful for what you wish little man."

She brazenly flaunted her body and Superman couldn't help but gaze at her
perfectly proportioned breasts nor could he avert his gaze from her powerful
heavily muscled shoulders and those ungodly 30" arms, and that perfectly
sculptured young face. He was in awe of the most amazing female on earth, a
young girl who was currently holding sway over him; a young girl who was
causing his massive erection to shrink and retreat within his scrotum hiding
in embarrassment from her.

The blonde teen goddess ripped off his dress-shirt, pushed him onto his back,
placed her right foot in the middle of his chest partially obscuring the
iconic red "S" on his uniform top and bellowed like a conquering banshee.

"Hey creep." She chin lifted the man in the Superman outfit high in the air
for all to see. "Do something Super you little turd." She tweaked his nose. "I
know let's arm wrestle."

The amused teen knelt in front of a picnic table, positioned her arm,
motioning for him to do the same. When he hesitated, she refused to take no
for an answer and grabbed his right hand in hers.

"Ready ... set ... go." A tiny ten-year-old-girl began the countdown and
within seconds the tike was screeching with delight.

Her grip was so damn powerful she ruthlessly smashed his fingers together and
applied maximum downward pressure sending the man of steel's hand and arm
violently down and through the oak table catapulting the Last Son of Krypton
head-over-heels nearly ten feet into the air and nearly twenty feet from the
table.

"Game over asshole." Her laugh could not have been more demeaning.

The beach folk, captured every moment of what they assumed to be a
faux-Superman's apparent defeat on their cell phones. Seeing the red, blue,
and yellow colors associated with the Superman uniform they were left to
wonder if this poor pathetic creep really thought he was Superman or more
likely nothing more than a poor pathetic want-to-be who saw her video and
showed up to challenge her.

Even so, Internet viewership sky rocket; millions and millions of viewers were
all wondering if the man the mega-girl was overpowering was really Superman or
an imposter. According to the comments the audience overwhelmingly thought he
was fake news.

The blonde continued to flex her amazing body, something she was very good at,
displaying every muscle group belonging to her fantastic self. She obsessively
flexed her big biceps over and over again admiring her own overwhelming
superiority over a man she KNEW to be Superman.

Finally recognizing in his eyes what she had been hoping to see; not only was
Superman afraid of her, he was deathly afraid of her.

"My God." She giggled the giggle of a giggling teenager and whispered so only
he could hear. "You really are Superman. You must be so embarrassed knowing
that this teen girl is currently deciding your fate ... Should she kill you
right here and now or simply kick the shit out of you until you beg for mercy
and then kill you."

She viciously lifted her knee time and time again pulverizing his
deteriorating abs and his nut sack causing him more pain than he had
experienced in his entire life. She grabbed his penis which inexplicably rose
to the occasion and she squeezed his testicles ... even more pain permeated
the man's body and the Man of Steel cried openly.

"Damn." She whispered so only he could hear her. "You've got a real big dick.
"She laughed out loud as he silently whimpered like a beaten dog.

The power packed teenager, using only her right hand, held him motionless by
the crotch at arms-length occasionally pulling him towards her and
head-butting him simply because she could. His legs began to tremble and his
big cock began to spurt copious amounts of semen high into the air for all to
see ...

"There she blows." She laughed.

"Please." He moaned aloud.

She could feel the life force of the diminishing Superhero leaving his body
apace as he pleaded for his life. He surprised her when he managed to use
every ounce of his super Kryptonian powers to wrest himself away from her
dominant hold.

"Nice move." She snickered. "Look at me 'dropper' man." She laughed as many of
the beach goers ran away not wishing to witness what was about to come to
fruition; apparently the absolute destruction of Superman, faux or real,
wasn't on any of their bucket lists.

"Look at what this little girl is doing to you." She flexed her ungodly biceps
once again some more. "Impressed much wimp?"

"I never dreamed that thrashing Superman would be so damn easy." Using her
open hand, she slapped the surprised and embarrassed Superman across his face
over and over again laughing at his inability to fight back or even defend
himself. Finally, she abruptly placed him in an unrelenting bear hug holding
his gumby arms tightly against his sides imprisoning him in the vortex of her
unfathomable superior strength.

"You're fucking pathetic." She jabbed him in the nose giggling as blood spurt
forth. "You know that, right?"

No matter how much Superman fought against her, no matter how much he
struggled against her, no matter how much the strongest man on the planet
tried he couldn't extricate himself from her devasting submission hold. Her
mega-teen-muscles, now approaching 32" and her vice like grip subjugated the
Man of Steel to her will and he began to reflect on the promised after life of
a Kryptonian.

As he stared at her massive mountains of teen muscle, he was mesmerized by her
beautifully sculptured young face ... He wondered aloud if this wunderkind
were a goddess; losing to an actual Goddess would be so much more palatable.

"Are you a Goddess?" He mumbled aloud.

"Nope, just a bitch ... and your worst fucking nightmare."

That's when the realization finally hit him; she was exactly that. She was his
all-powerful nightmare girl ... The specter of eminent defeat that had always
resided deep within his thoughts, something that had always haunted him ... He
had encountered his own personal Rubicon ... In other words, he was up shit
creek without a paddle.

Feeling his body going limp in her muscular arms she relaxed and he gratefully
breathed a little easier as she permitted.

"Delusions of grandeur much?" That's when she fully appreciated the true
significance of the Superman shirt peeking out from beneath his business suit.
"Hiding in plain sight?" She unceremoniously stripped him completely naked and
laughed so hard she nearly pissed herself.

"I think I should call you the super-less super-man. My fans will get a kick
out of this."

She grabbed his wrists and began punching him in the face with his own fists
as if he were a marionette; the height of humiliation. Superman was devasted
by how easily she controlled him.

She didn't know it for certain (but she knew) if he were the real Superman
nonetheless, she achieved the most powerful orgasm of her young like; followed
by a second.

She easily lifted the 'reporter' to his feet by his hair. Pumping her arms up
to nearly forty-inches of perfectly peaked perfection while enjoying the
unmitigated terror shown in his eyes. She kissed and licked each of her peaked
biceps with well-deserved pride and the teenager nearly orgasmed again as she
looked at his defeated tear-stained face.

"Try to remember what this muscular teenaged girl has done to you today, what
this teenaged girl is doing to you now, and what this teenaged girl will be
doing to you again should you ever come back."

She bent her arm and flexed her massive biceps forcing the Man of Steel to
attempt to encircle her girth with his hands; he had to try something ...
Using every ounce of strength remaining in his Kryptonian body he squeezed her
impenetrable biceps hoping to crush the muscle but was unable to make even the
slightest indentation ... He realized then that she too was an actual SUPER
being.

An embarrassed and frightened Superman allowed his "id" to escape his body and
hover above the fray. He was horrified by the overwhelming dominance being
shown by the girl who at the moment was in the process of wrapping her
gorgeous legs around his torso scissoring the man from behind with unabashed
glee.

Again, he found himself wondering from where this muscle goddess had come and
what plans she had for him.

Initially she simply held the Man of Steel in place rendering him incapable of
movement of any kind. She playfully leaned back and lifted the cringing
Kryptonian Superhero off the ground before repeatedly slamming his ass to the
ground making good on the warning she had delivered on YouTube videos
promising that she'd beat Superman's ass to a bloody pulp.

Then she began to slowly but inexorably exert her power applying the pressure
of a giant boa constrictor on steroids.

Superman's essence was still floating above the carnage taking place on the
ground but nonetheless he could still feel the pain. Her grinning angelic like
face belied the fact that she was denying the Man of Steel the ability to
breathe while crushing his muscular torso to smithereens; literally
eviscerating his muscles, joints, bones, cartilage, tendons, and ligaments,
eventually snapping all twelve of his ribs one by one. The whimpering Man of
Squeal could see and feel blood spurting from each and every orifice of his
body; from his eyes, his mouth, his nostrils, and both of his ears ... Rivets
of purplish colored blood rolled down his cheeks even seeping from out his
finger nails and toe nails.

As if that wasn't enough Superman could feel his precious life fluids gushing
from his anus even escaping from the head of his prick as well as numerous
drips and drabs of blood and guts seeping from out his pores. The horrified
and completely defeated Superman felt himself descending into a vacuity devoid
of light passing out a completely beaten man.

"Oh no you don't." She gently slapped Superman across his face several times
and when he returned to consciousness he realized he had hallucinated the
extent of much of the scissoring ordeal.

"You can't die yet." She snickered as that familiar haughty arrogant look
spread across her face. "I still have plans for you." She whispered.

"Now that was hell-a-fun." Not only had the snickering child managed to easily
dominate Superman the mega-muscled teenager had completely humiliated the Man
of Steel. She had wanted the onlookers on the beach and the internet viewers
to feel pity for the delusional man and most did.

Without having to exert any energy whatsoever she lifted the strongest most
powerful-man on the planet off the ground by his belt buckle, carried him to
the edge of the beach, stripped the 240-pound man completely naked, and
deposited the weeping faux-superhero into an already overflowing trash can
just as she had promised she would do from the very beginning.

Somehow, she knew he would come back for more; she was counting on it.

PART TWO:

Hiding in the shadows of the darkening night the once extremely proud Superman
but for the moment just an extremely embarrassed clearly vanquished naked guy
furtively dragged his pathetic self to his beachfront apartment where he tried
to make sense of what had just transpired; sleeping twelve hours in his own
flop sweat helped him not at all.

Looking at his beaten and bloodied self in the mirror impelled the Man of
Steel to admit that he had finally met his physical match; a teenaged girl
with big muscles ... who would have thought it.

Was it possible that this 5-6" tall teenager was actually stronger than he?

Had her biceps actually expanded to 40" or had he imagined the whole damn
thing. If this mega-muscled teenaged girl actually possessed 40" biceps or
even 30" biceps she was a truly a special human bordering on the supernatural
and she should be feared.

Superman realized that he had hallucinated the entire scissoring ordeal
otherwise he would be nothing more than a bloodless completely drained pile of
Kryptonian skin that would be of no use to anyone other than a taxidermist.
However, deep in the recesses of his addled brain he feared that she could
eviscerate him in that manner should she wish.

Kal El briefly contemplated flying off his fortress of solitude ... run away
from her ... live out his life in seclusion and he might have done just that
had he not feared that she would somehow come after him or hurt his loved
ones.

NO WAY ... He couldn't bring himself to do that. He tried to convince himself
that something else was a foot; something must have weakened him, something
had made him vulnerable to her might.

The Man of Steel needed to face off against her one more time. He couldn't
live-out the remainder of his life in deathly fear of a child.

Superman had no real answer for his failure. However, his many years of
invincibility and invulnerability had instilled within him an unshakeable
confidence in his own abilities that he could and would rise above it. He was
convinced.

He returned early the next morning to the same spot on the beach and
confronted the mega girl who had visibly grown exponentially overnight. Had he
taken proper notice he would have had second thoughts and headed for his
Fortress of Solitude.

"Oh, boy." The child clapped her hands together. "Look who came crawling
back."

She effected a spectacular double bicep pose displaying even bigger muscles
than yesterday laughing as she focused her attention on his unbelieving eyes;
eyes that were reacting in horror and fear.

"I was hoping you were really him." She disrespectfully slapped him across the
face with such force she left a white handprint on his cheek." She giggled the
giggle of an extremely confident teenager. "I have been waiting for this
moment all my life. You don't know it yet but you are my destiny."

"Apparently, you wish for us to resume our little tet-a-tet from yesterday."
She laughed when he nodded. "You do realize that repeating the same exercise
over and over again and expecting a different result is the very definition of
crazy."

"To start with." He hesitated when he saw how much she had grown in size but
continued. "I respectfully ask that you stop harassing these people and leave
the beach." Superman spoke with obvious deference with no real conviction. He
couldn't even look her in the eye.

"Or what?" She mocked him with her words of defiance punctuated by her ever
increasing size. I respect your polite request but it will do you no good."

Astonished by the growing mega-girl Superman couldn't even begin to think of a
response or a retort. He was enthralled by the spectacle before him. What
could he do? He was quickly becoming a fan boy such was his admiration for
this earth born Mighty Maiden of Muscles.

"Admit it dweeb ... You weren't expecting to see these." She slowly flexed her
now fifty-plus-inch-biceps in his face ... "Were you?"

"No" ... He whispered. "God no."

The smug muscle queen stared unblinking directly into the eyes of the Man of
Steel with cool confidence and Superman seemed unable to take his eyes off the
ever-growing body of the spectacular girl.

Superman realized this would be his last chance and eschewed his solemn vow to
never kill another human being unleashed a lethal overhand right directed at
her face. His last effort was the most powerful blow he had ever directed at a
human being; It was a death sentence for the Mega-girl.

The punch was a veritable lightning bolt exceeding the speed of sound, more
powerful and lethal than the Hammer of Thor ... The blow was meant to kill.

"Nice try, wimp." She nonchalantly caught the speeding punch in mid-air with
her left hand squeezing it so hard it no longer resembled a hand. Giggling at
his pathetic effort, she easily managed to push his mangled hand back from
whence it had come.

Her straining bikini top could no longer contain her growing breasts and her
magnificent fun bags with her impossibly erect nipples burst forth and taunted
him seemingly beckoning him to grab hold and suckle.

The teen sex-pot feigned innocence as she stood motionless flexing her pecs
causing her breasts to bounce up and down seemingly competing with one another
for the Man of Steel's attention.

Superman's face burned with embarrassment admitting to himself that he had
made a colossal mistake. He couldn't compete with her yesterday and he sure as
hell couldn't stand up to the new and improved ever growing child standing in
front of him.

With an unseen quickness not to be believed her meaty hands engulfed his
biceps and squeezed so hard he could feel his mighty arms turning to mush and
going limp ... Her now veined but well-tanned brawny shoulders were much wider
and powerful than he remembered from yesterday and her pecs were more
pronounced as well ... Her slabs of big girlie muscles were even greater and
deeper cut with even more muscular 'superhero-crushing' power than before.

He couldn't explain it but he couldn't deny it either, the muscle girl was
somehow growing bigger, stronger, and even more powerful than yesterday.

He attempted to retain his composure but he was long past that. He had
essentially been defeated by a teenaged girl; one who was growing
exponentially larger before his eyes. It was true, the muscle queen was
defying the immutable laws of physics by actually growing in size and girth;
bigger, stronger, and more powerful than ever. He was beginning to fear that
she might be an enchantress or necromancer or some such thing.

Superman could only look on helplessly at the girth of her massive bicep that
blotted out his view of the rest of the world. While her biceps were nowhere
near 80" in girth they seemed to have doubled in size since they first met and
her strength seemed to have doubled or tripled as well. Helpless didn't even
come close to describing the Man of Steel's current circumstance.

He was unable to control his bodily functions so he shit and pissed all over
himself.

"Hey 'pooper man' ... I'm not cleaning that up."

She emitted a pitting tsk-tsk sound and laughed as she lifted the leaking Man
of Fecal matter off the ground by the nape of his neck, held him away from her
at arms-length, carried him to the water, submerged his entire self,
effectively cleaning the excrement from his body.

Internet viewership had reached the hundreds of millions - the word was out
that a teenaged girl was literally beating the shit out of the real Superman.

Superman was horrified to see that she was still continuing to grow even
bigger as they spoke. Her skeleton structure (bones, cartilage, tendons,
ligament) was enlarging and stretching to accommodate her new size and her
expanding musculature; the rules and laws of the science of physiology be
damned ... seeing was indeed believing.

The Man of Steel felt as if he were nothing more than a sniveling tiny toddler
being scolded by his mama.

"Superman, look at my new body." She gently patted him atop his head as if she
were speaking to a child before squeezing his shoulders until he dropped down
to his knees experiencing more pain than he could endure.

"Isn't it wonderful." She was so powerful he actually admired her ... His
inadequacies were obvious to him and to her. Her musculature was bigger than
his had ever been or could ever hope to be ... As inconceivable as it was to
fathom, the once five-foot-six-inch muscular beach girl was now considerably
taller than he, considerably.

She pulled him back up to his feet by his hair and she was actually looking
down at him from her new imposing height of nearly six-foot-seven-inch height.
Everyone left on the beach was speechless; witnessing the impossible; she had
grown over a foot in less than a day.

"If any of you watching here at the beach or watching on the Net doubt that
this man is actually Superman, watch this."

She forcibly bent his arm into a position it was not meant to be bent; his
screams were earthshattering. His exposed humerus bone bust through his skin
and was hanging grotesquely in full view of everyone some of whom actually
vomited.

"Watch this." Superman's vaunted healing powers began to do its work ... The
Kryptonian's skin enveloped the healing bone and his arm was back to normal in
a matter of seconds. "Are you convinced now?"

He himself couldn't believe what was happening to him and what had just
happened. Clearly, the Last Son of Krypton knew with metaphysical certainty
that this teen girl held the power of life and death over him teasing him

"Who the hell are you?' He begged her for an answer and was rewarded with a
devasting right hook to his jaw that sent him to La-la land.

The six-foot-seven inch still growing mega muscled teen administered a sleeper
hold, flipped him over her shoulder with laughable ease, and carried the
clearly defeated Superman to her apartment on the beach.

By the time the police and the Natural Guardsmen and hordes of citizens and
media types and lookie-loos had descended on the beach it was all over - Both
she and he were in the wind.

The skeptics watching on the Internet were no longer skeptics ... bloggers
were believers now. Everyone was singing the praises of the mysterious
muscular beach girl ... Many proclaiming that there was a new sheriff in town
... The king was dead, ... Long live the king ... People feared that the
benevolent reign of Superman was no more.

"I thought you would never ask me my name."

"Please, tell me." He wiped the tears from his eyes. "I have a right to know."

"No ... NO." She snickered derisively. "You have no rights."

"However, I will tell you any way. I am Alexa Luther but you can call me Lexi
or Mistress or Goddess which ever one you prefer. My dearly departed daddy Lex
Luther made me promise that I would kill you."

"Lucky for you I'm in no real hurry." She was hanging and straightening a
full-sized portrait of the evil genius. "Otherwise, I would have done it
yesterday."

"However." She smiled and evil smile. "There's so much more damage I wish to
reign down upon you first, so much more pain I wish to administer."

"How can you be so strong?" Superman asked without knowing if he really wanted
to know the answer.

"Genetics?" She laughed. "Would that it were that easy." She laughed again
some more enjoying his look of confusion.

"Drugs and exercise, lots of drugs, and destiny ... But mostly very strong
drugs ... The designer growth hormones developed by my father specifically for
me appear to be working overtime ... No?"

"LOOK at me ... I'm getting bigger and stronger as we speak, surely you can
see that." She laughed a satisfied laugh of triumph.

"Dad assured me, that when it was time, I would be twice if not three times or
maybe even four or five times stronger than you ... Suffice to say strong
enough."

"It seems daddy was right." The two-ton weight with which she was playing was
straining her biceps to the nth degree as they actually exceeded fifty full
inches of peaked perfection; not too bad for a teenaged school girl.

"There is something my dad wanted you to know." Her smile was radiant. "It is
too delicious for me to conceal from you any longer."

"When the two of you were attending Sunnydale High School together, he
performed an amateur magician's act and hypnotized you at a school function."

"Do you recall that performance?" Lexi Luther so enjoyed peering down at the
diminished superhero ... Flaunting her now four-and one-half inch height
advantage and her massive muscle disparity was such a turn-on for her she
orgasmed as they spoke.

Superman remembered the incident from his youth well but he remained silent.

"Dad, genius that he was, implanted a self-permeating post hypnotic
suggestions in your brain that instilled irrational fear of muscular women
into your consciousness."

"Poor Superman, you battled against your unexplained fear of muscular girls
for years and years and father delighted in knowing that in the deepest
recesses of your Kryptonian mind the fear would always be present, always be
an issue for you."

"From the stupefied look on your face, I'm betting that explains a great deal
of your past life to you."

"Just the sight of these muscles of mine will undoubtedly cause your sphincter
to tighten, twitch, and spasm. Right Superman?" She kissed and licked her
peaked biceps with unabashed pride and smiled fiendishly.

She somehow she willed her height and musculature to retreat back into her
body until she looked like a normal very well-built 5-6 high school girl

"Don't get any ideas." She punched him in the solar plexus with such ferocity
and watched as he doubled over gasping for air. I'm still infinitely stronger
than you."

CHAPTER THREE:

Lexi couldn't wait for September to roll around at which time she would be
enrolled as a sophomore at Jefferson High School; pretending to be a
fourteen-year-old living her fantasy life to the fullest; a coming-of-age life
Lexi had been denied by her father's fanatism directed at the humiliation of
Superman. Lexi had no time for school. She was devoted and committed to 24/7
exercise and workouts.

A physiatrist or a child psychologist or a therapist would undoubtably
diagnosis Lexi's near pathological obsession with experiencing her high school
years as a fourteen-year-old was a direct result of her having been denied
that experience during her formative years because of her father's obsession
with making her the strongest little girl on the planet.

She found herself wondering aloud if her new school had a female wrestling
team.

She had forced Superman to use his computer skills to create an online
presence for her; her birth certificate establishing her age at just fourteen,
her faux-school transcripts and the like. Lexi could have done everything
herself using her own mad-computer skills but the daughter of Lex Luther
enjoyed subjugating Superman to her will.

She planned to keep "Uncle Man" around as her guardian. When at home she would
use his Kryptonian brain to do her schoolwork. She would use him as her
servant, as her pet, and as the mood struck her an occasional human dildo.

Superman was no more ... his vestige eradicated from the collective
consciousness ... anyone who saw the internet videos understood that the
muscle girl had subjugated the Man of Steel to serve her needs.

The defeat of Superman was a fait accompli ...

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