Teeny Boobers from Hell By Elder Barry erctwo@aol.com He couldn't handle the truth. TEENY BOOPERS FROM HELL proper ending (He Couldn't Handle the Truth) Superman awakened from a deep stupor not knowing where he was nor how he had come to be where he was. However, he could tell that he was currently standing in front of Our Lady of Grace Catholic High School for Girls admiring a classic 1955 Chevrolet Bel Air. He prematurely assumed that he had been transported back in time either that or he was in standing front of Jay Leno's garage. This wasn't the first time the Gods and Goddesses had sent Superman to an alternate dimension, to an alternate universe, to an alternate version of earth. However, this was the first time the mischievous Goddesses had sent him back in time without preamble; without providing him with a mission statement. Naturally he was curious relative to what would be expected of him this time; the devious deities were rarely straightforward with him. He suspected he expected that he would, at least for a while, he would be expected to blindly navigate this new world in which he now found himself. As in the past, for the own amusement, the bored deities of Olympus would rip Superman from his Earth transporting him to an alternate universe, an earth undoubtedly dominated by physically superior females. In the past the Goddesses overjoyed as they watched the Man of Steel being embarrassed and humiliated by the pitiless overly muscled young women who delighted in pounding, thrashing, and mercilessly being beaten by the physically superior females that he would undoubtedly encounter on said planet. The resulting mirthful fun was enjoyed by the Goddesses but not so much by him. He scanned the streets and spied an overly muscled catholic school nun stripping a young man of his pants spanking him mercilessly with her ubiquitous ruler turning his ass cheeks beet red as he cried uncontrollably. Apparently, the nun had caught the boy peeking into the girls' locker room. The sleeves of her habit were rolled up revealing a soft pack of Lucky Strikes and hard 16" biceps. In the foreground Superman witnessed three giggling teenaged girls surreptitiously hiding in a doorway fondling each other's muscular bodies and bulging upper arms while arguing among themselves about which of three had the largest biceps. Apparently, the school day had come to an end because simultaneous with the blaring bell, dozens and dozens of nearly identically dressed teenaged girls exited the school apace. The vixens in training were all dressed in varying styles of white blouses ... The school uniform consisted of a pleated and tartan skirt or a jumper (a sleeveless dress), saddle shoes, and a button-down white blouse each stretched beyond its ability to contain the huge teen breasts struggling to get free. Superman noticed that one of the girls, a near six-foot tall senior cheerleader type, Annie 'Ample' Ames, stood out from all the others, not because she was the tallest but because she possessed that which is often referred to as ... IT. Her knee length skirt showed off massive muscular 26" thighs and her sexy white bobby socks accentuated her diamond shaped muscular calves that relentlessly pulsed with each step she took easily surpassing incomprehensible 16 3/4". She was wearing an extremely tight-fitting short sleeved white blouse that was designed to show-off her spectacular rippling biceps and her large teen breasts. Ever since her body's recent transformation from fit girl to a virtual superwomen Annie flirtatiously left the top three buttons of her blouse unfastened and because of those loose buttons Annie was always displaying miles of deep cleavage. When it came to physical beauty Annie's facial features were exquisite and beyond compare; as perfect as perfect could be. She was blessed with big blue/green alert eyes, a small proportional nose, perky yet high cheek bones with the obligatory dimples, as well as full pouty lips that demanded everyone's undivided attention. Superman who was dressed unobtrusively in his Clark Kent three-piece-suit watched as Annie leaped into the arms of Tyler Watson, a relatively thin young man wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. She flicked away the boy's cigarette before tongue kissing him with gusto. They hugged tightly rubbing their young hot bodies against one another. Her prominent erect nipples shown through her white blouse. She flexed her well-peaked right bicep for no reason other than to show off her pulsating 17 1/2 inch GUNS to the gathering crush of students all of whom knew what was about to go down; a catfight is always welcome and this one, given the opponents, promised to be one of epic proportions. "Yum-Yum." Tyler took the opportunity to kiss, lick, and suck the bulge on her extended right arm. "Annie have I ever told you that your muscles are so fucking hot?" "Many times." She flexed her right bicep again allowing him the pleasure of feeling and caressing the hardness and the girth of her ever-expanding muscle. "Fuck you, Annie." Earlier that morning Annie, feeling mischievous threw two cups of water into a bathroom stall which just so happened to have been occupied by Gina Tarantino the toughest meanest girl in the school. "I'm going to kick your skinny fucking ass, you bitch." The six-foot-three-inch 180-pound overly muscled enhanced girl promised. "I promise." She promised. "Skinny?" Annie flexed every muscle group in her taut body, a body that seemed to inflate like a Macy's day parade balloon on steroids. "Are you calling this body skinny you fat cow." "Yes." She patted her own muscular buttocks. "Yes, I am." Annie pumped up all of her muscles, curled an arm up from her side watching with pride as her bicep peaked majestically to almost cartoonish proportions. Amy flexed furiously easily filling the space between her upper arms and her forearms with ever growing softball sized biceps. Undeterred by the impressive muscle show Gina who was furious was intent on breaking off a piece of Annie and recklessly charged at her. "I got this." Annie pushed Tyler away and nonchalantly tied her blouse ends together exposing her abs ready to face the fast approaching Tarantino girl. Annie flicked out a quick left jab connecting with Gina's chin stunning the big girl knocking her off balance, followed by second and third jabs to her nose delighting in the spurting of purplish blood flowing from her prominent proboscis. "Did my little love taps hurt you?" Annie flexed again taunting the much taller and heavier girl. "Oopsie Daisey." In one quick uninterrupted motion Annie grabbed Gina by her throat and by the small of her back lifting the startled Amazonian girl high over her head holding her in place just to demonstrate that she could. "Going down." Amy slammed Gina over her bended knee taking the breath away from her fellow Amazon while at the same time seriously bruising her spine. She lay there on her back unable or uninterested in rejoining the fray. However, Annie wasn't done. She stood over the already beaten girl flexing her more than ample near 17 1/2" biceps again and again before relentlessly reigning hammer fists down on the Taratino girl until Annie was dragged away by her much smaller boyfriend and by the incognito Superman who felt the need to be doing something. "Fuck you, old man." Annie puffed out her huge chest and dismissed the old man who had grabbed her upper arm. With an easy flick of her big-bicep-blessed-upper-arm, she discarded the guy as if he were an insignificant but annoying bug. They were both startled and seriously surprised; he because she had dismissed him with such ease and she because the 'man' was still standing. He was amazed at the hardness and girth of her bicep. The goddesses and undone themselves this time, he thought. "Hey old man.'' She smirked. "Were you impressed with the breadth of my rock-hard unflexed biceps?" "You weren't flexed?" He said incredulously. "NO ... Not even close." Inexplicably she felt a need to show off for this old guy. "Check this out." She flexed in earnest." Letting hubris be the rule of the day. The prideful teenager flexed furiously and her harder than just hard biceps rose majestically peaking at nearly 18 1/2" of feminine splendor. She flung him this time more than halfway down the block where he crashed into a Volkswagen bus sliding down the front of the vehicle where he unceremoniously came to an abrupt stop. Breathlessly sitting on his haunches, he watched a bevy of teasing overly muscled schoolgirls passing by him each flexing ungodly muscles and flashing perfect teen breasts. When one particularly mischievous girl feinted throwing a punch at his head, he flinched away from her in fear; the heretofore strongest impervious to pain invulnerable entity on the planet found himself to be helpless cowering away from a teenaged schoolgirl. Annie gracefully slid into the front seat of the car easily escaping the cloying clutches of the old man and his pathetic attempts to touch her body. "Did you get a good feel, asshole?" She flexed her pecs making her breasts bounce up and down. "Pretty damn big, huh." She teased the guy by pulling down the top of her bra flashing her awesome 39" DD tits. "Picture me in your dreams tonight." She feigned the jack-hammer motion of a male jacking off. While the still incognito Superman was licking his proverbial wounds watching the seemingly endless parade of nubile young girls pass him by; one approached him. She knelt down directly in front of him and tenderly wiped the welling tears from his eyes. "Hi guy." "My name is Carla." Her large violet-colored eyes shown real concern. "And you." She asked. "Oh yeah." He had forgotten to answer. "I'm Clark." This is it he thought to himself. This girl will be the one to enlighten him, reveal to him the purpose for his exile on this version of Earth, and in the end divulge what he must do to get back home. "You need to lay low for a bit. At least until things calm." Carla continued to brush gushing tears from his eyes. "Hold up in your apartment. Stay off the streets. Learn to accept the things you cannot change." This wasn't what he had been hoping to hear. While given the current situation this was likely the best advice, it was in no way a message from the Goddesses he had been hoping and praying to hear. Eventually a disappointed Superman took to the skies and followed the couple assuming that she was the reason he was there. He realized immediately that there was something special about the girl, something extraordinary. The Chevy Bel Air turned into the driveway of a run-down warehouse facility. Annie jumped from the vehicle even before it had come to a complete stop while Tyler remained in his car. She was greeted by a cadre of overly developed schoolgirls with bodies rivaling and, in many cases, surpassing Annie's temple of feminine power. Superman, to say the least, was intrigued. He hovered above the structure that was more than just a warehouse, much more. His super-vision showed a state-of-the-art fully equipped exercise facility. Superman counted 143 massively portioned young exceptional females (one more would have been gross) He watched as the tireless young girls performed countless muscle building exercises; sit-ups, chin-ups, running in place, squats, leg-lifts before lifting heavier than heavy barbells some exceeding 400-pounds. Superman thought that the odds of an incomprehensible confluence of an array of such physically superior girls could never occur naturally and were astronomical. But then he remembered he was not on his earth but rather he was in an alternate universe where anything was possible. The Man of Steel assumed the Amazonian warrior like girls were preparing for a gang war of sorts versus a similar situated girl gang with opposing views on something or other. Superman had seen enough for one day ... He found a set of car keys in his pocket along with a key to an apartment identical to his own. He grabbed some takeout food from Burger King and watched with amusement as a busty teenaged employee defeated the three-hundred-pound store manager in an impromptu arm-wrestling contest in less than three seconds. "Yes." The girl flexed her still growing 14 1/2 inch biceps. "Tonight, you'll be doing all of the dishes." Superman headed for home to eat, contemplate his current circumstances, and watch a little television before heading for his bed. He tossed and turned fitfully unable to sleep. He could not erase the image of the muscular Annie 'Ample' Ames from his consciousness. Finally, Superman succumbed and did exactly what the muscular girl had predicted he would. He grabbed his oversized 15" Kryptonian cock and jerked off to completion, twice. In the morning he grabbed a quick bite at a Starbucks and headed for the high school to see what he could see. He arrived just in time for what appeared to be an impromptu demonstration of sorts. The boys from the Sacred Heart Boys School were scheduled to participate in co-ed exhibition wrestling matches. The nuns had somehow tricked the boy's coach into mixed boy versus girl matches. "Come on boys." The wrestling coach was in denial. He refused to accept the notion that girls were superior to his boys. "This is your chance to shine." The coach had heard stories that girls were getting bigger and stronger so for the first match Father O'Brien nominated his biggest and best wrestler, Gary DeMarco, the all-city heavyweight champion. Naturally, Annie volunteered to go first and with a grin thumbed her nose at the 330-pound senior. The full extent of the female superiority had yet to penetrate the collective male consciousness Many males mostly the younger ones still wanted to test themselves against the girls. "Hey, don't you worry little girl." They shook hands in the middle of the ring. "I won't hurt you." "It's funny to me that you still think you can, hurt me." While still shaking hands she squeezed hard enough to cause him some real pain. The boys' team had won the coin flip so Annie dropped down on all fours with DeMarco assuming the dominant position on top. Father O'Brien gave the okay allowing Annie to attempt her escape if she could. Everyone watching in the packed gym gasped audibly as Annie using her hands and powerful arms pushed herself off the mat essentially performing a push-up with 330-pounds on her back. She twirled out from under him and twisted her rock-hard body until she was directly behind him scoring two escape points and three additional points for gaining control. She wrapped her powerful arms around him playfully encircling his torso rendering him helpless unable to move a muscle. She bent her knees and lifted the helpless boy off the ground, carried the ineffectually struggling 330-pound city champion to the edge of the mat flinging him from out the ring scoring three more points, taunting him by essentially ending the match. The males in the gym watched in stunned silence while the girls' high-pitched screams of utter ecstasy were music to the ears of the nuns. Each ensuing match pretty much followed the same script ... Big strapping young male teens were systematically manhandled by the girls scoring nine wins, the final four by forfeits by an aggregate score of sixty-four points to zero for the boys. Superman sensed that his car alarm was sounding. So, he ran outside just in time to see a very big Russian man grabbling with Candy Barr a female cop; apparently, the guy had been attempting to jack the vehicle. Superman, still in his mild-mannered reporter suit, was about to step and lend a hand when the lady police officer punched the man so hard in the stomach that he doubled over ad for all the world it seemed that he was hooking up a lung. The policewoman ran a scanner across the man's wrist reading the chip implanted therein. He screamed loudly that the implant was a mistake. He was cleared of that charge. "Bad news Benny." She had sent the readout to headquarters and within seconds the results had been verified and sent back. "Sorry Benny." She retrieved a ham, cheese, and egg sandwich from her duffle bag. "Benny, it seems your last meal is going to suck big time." "Thanks." A resigned Benny Goodman thanked the lady cop, ate his cold sandwich, slowly, before lowering his head in abject supplication. She injected a dose of cyanide in his neck and the results were painless and immediate. "What's going on in there?" She asked politely. "I bunch of female high school wrestlers just beat the living shit out of the boys' varsity team.' "And so, it begins." Candy rolled up the sleeve of her uniform and flexed her heavily veined right bicep that easily approached 17" in diameter. "These showed up last month, isn't wonderful?" She tapped the prominent peak. "I'm pretty damn strong too." She flexed her other arm. "You wish to arm wrestle." She smiled seductively. "You can us two hands should you wish." "Another time perhaps." Superman wanted to test his strength against these uber-women but politely declined. He needed to think. Apparently, the female muscle phenomime was a recent occurrence. He felt somewhat threatened by the bicep-blessed schoolgirls; no telling how widespread the muscular evolution of the female body had spread. But what Superman really needed to know was how strong were these girls really. He relented and finally decided the time to find out was now. "Excuse me girl." He decided to find out anon. "I have a wager with a friend." "And?" "Yeah ... I bet him I could take you down in an arm-wrestling match." He placed a one-hundred-dollar bill on her table. "You haven't been paying attention to current events have you." She rolled up her sleeve proudly revealing a massively peaked 16 1/2" bicep. "You still game?" "I am." Superman gulped wishing he were somewhere else. "Go." They assumed the position and locked fingers and began to push against one another ... It didn't take long before the girl viciously slammed Superman's hand and arm onto the tabletop with no effort whatsoever shattering the maple table leaving nothing of the disintegrating table but shards and jagged slats. The smirking girl used her free hand to snatch the falling c-note from out the air. "You want to try again." She giggled. "I'll give you two to one odds and allow you to use both of your hands." An unamused Superman wasn't even tempted. He lowered his head and sheepishly made a beeline to his car; he had much to think about. He knew that his superpowers had not been diminished which meant that the girls on this version of earth were hell-a-strong. "Hey meat." The waitress had been watching. "You got some money for me?" She removed her shirt and effected a double bicep pose revealing 18 3/4' biceps and a big threatening lady fist. "Yeah - sure." He handed her another c-note but demanded, actually he requested, that rather than arm-wrestle would she allow him to feel her fully flexed muscle. When he did, he was amazed at the impenetrable hardness. On the way home he picked up a couple of six-packs, two burgers, two soft tacos, onion rings, French fries, and an apple pie. He avoided females at all costs stopping only long enough to spy on a tiny five-foot-tall teen girl flexing comparing her bicep to her guy ... She easily exceeded 16" while her six-foot male companion strained to reach 13". "Isn't wonderful." She lifted the boy over her head and bench pressed him several times not knowing if she were showing off for him or for herself. "I wonder how much bigger and stronger I'm going to get." Superman was wondering the same thing. He ate, watched T.V., and drank his beers; all twelve. The Man of Steel was mentally exhausted having much difficulty reconciling the idea that females on this earth were infinitely stronger than their male counter parts but more importantly exponentially stronger than he as well. He was awakened from a deep sleep by the sound of his doorbell followed by the loud banging on his door. Finally, the door swung open on its own and he found himself starring at the most beautiful girl imaginable. "Look, I have a key." The most beautiful girl imaginable showed him the key. "Do I know you?" "Yes ... I'm Lisa, Lisa Lane. Lois is my aunt. I am her niece." She added the last for no good reason. "Yes ... and?" Superman was perplexed and weary of the girl who appeared to be capable of bench-pressing the Empire State building such was her outrageously developed teen body, a body more spectacular than he or anyone else had ever seen. "Actually, I'm here to fulfill my lifelong fantasy; a fantasy that until recent events was clearly out of reach ... Until these arrived ... until these monsters showed up". She began to strip off her clothes. "Superman." She teased aloud. "I want to fuck you and by the look of that bulge in your P.J.'s you appear to be UP for it." "Impressed much." She was nearly his height 6-4 and carried abound 165 pounds of nothing but muscle, nothing but muscle, and her boobs. "Superman, while all females have recently evolved to Amazonian proportions, I'm different. After numerous tests I have been designated as special. Apparently, I'm considerably more muscular, faster, and stronger than most; somewhere in the ninety-nine-percentile." She flexed and flexed and with each flex her muscles expanded exponentially. "You are in for the experience of your life." Her biceps rose and rose majestically peaking at 37 3/4 inches of perfectly peaked female splendor while her massive breasts were equally spectacular. "Ready?" "What ... Wait ... What?" "It's not incest." She rubbed her vagina. "Afterall, we're only second cousins." Superman was laser focused on her stupendous 42" DDD well-tanned gravity defying breasts supported by her exceptionally well-developed pecs. Her saucer sized pinkish areoles and her impossibly erect nipples seemed to be beckoning to him. All of the females of this earth who had reached puberty and were yet to be metapausel were physically enhanced by the muscle building virus; some more than others but all were vastly superior to males. "No. Jesus, no we can't." Superman was doing his very best to buoy his resolve when she unfairly flashed a double bicep pose flexing as no other had ever flexed ... Her ever growing 38" peaked biceps as they erupted to cartoonish proportions daring him to not look, daring him to resist. "Oh, but we can and one way or another we will." Lisa Lane flexed her might biceps and approached him. Superman realized she was infinitely stronger than he but he needed to try something. Maybe one good shot to her jaw would take her down. He leaped into the air and unleashed a powerful spinning Karate leg kick aimed at her pretty face. Unexpectedly she snatched his leg just above the ankle stopping the forward motion of his potentially lethal kick. Only using her vice like grip and the strength in her one arm Lisa held him in the air motionless perpendicular to the ground. He was helpless unable to extricate his rigid but somehow sagging body from her vice like grip. All he could do was twist his body and flail his arms in a pathetic attempt to break loose from her. She spun him round and round and round before she gently dropped the diminished Man of Steel to the floor and straddled the dizzy disoriented strongest man on the planet between her powerful legs. "Relax, I won't hurt you." Lisa had closed the distance between them and wrapped her powerful arms around him preventing the quivering Man of Steel from moving a muscle. She gently grabbed his throbbing weapon in her hand and inserted him into her dripping lady place but before he could initiate even one stroke Lois Lane burst through the open door. "Stop right now, before you go any further." "Lois, thank God you got here on time." Superman immediately uncoupled himself from Lisa and sheepishly starred at Lois with puppy dog eyes. "I couldn't help myself. She overpowered me." "Yeah, I did." Lisa flexed her massive biceps. "He couldn't stop me." She giggled. "Isn't it wonderful?" "Lois, what do you know of this?" Tears welled up in Superman's eyes. "Where am I?" More tears. "What am I supposed to do here? This world sucks. Please help me. I want to go home." "Clark ... we need to talk." He was startled and at the same time a little scarred because when she brushed his hair from his eyes he glimpsed her upper arm, a well peaked bicep that had to be at least 18" in diameter and he wondered if she too could beat him up; he needn't have wondered the answer was that obvious. He explained to her how he had been transported to this alternate earth populated by the overly developed females thereon, the shifting of the balance of power between males and females was unnatural. He waited for her to explain, hoping she could. "Superman." She softly and gently began to explain to him that the disturbing happenings of the past few weeks when females began to evolve into virtual superwomen. Geneticists discovered a heretofore dormant gene that had somehow transformed normal females into uber-women several times more powerful than any male alive, even you Superman. The emerging gene was being referred to as the Amazon Mutation which has been welcomed by the females but loathed and feared by the males. "Clark, my love." She lovingly and protectively cradled him in her muscular arms and kissed him on the cheek while brushing a tear from his welling eyes as she continued to explain. Lois hushed Lisa who was demanding she be the one to tell him what had happened, what was about to happen, and what would likely happen next. "Superman, I believe you are suffering from an extreme case of escapism; you have suppressed reality - I believe that this dramatic inexplicable evolution of all earthly females into uber-women who are stronger that you was and is too much for you to accept. "Superman, my dear Superman." Lois caressed the face of the distraught sniffling Kryptonian. "A little more than six months ago women began to slowly but surely evolve into Amazonian proportioned; female specimens with unfathomable super strength. "You have not been transported to an alternate reality. You have not been transported anywhere. This is our earth; an earth that is undergoing inexplicable profound changes to the paradigm we have always known and lived by. Superman paused for a long time and reflected on what it all meant to him ... "Lois." He smiled broadly. "There is one consolation. He rationalized aloud that while he still possessed all of his superpowers, he was no longer saddled with even a modicum of responsibility to the citizens of Earth. He would no longer be burdened with the burdensome burden of being the Protector of the Planet nor would he expected to be the paragon of virtue. He felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from him. Lisa took his hand in hers and headed for his bedroom ... Teeny Boobers from Hell ... by the Elder Barry ... 4,600 words .