Arnold lay on the ground stunned once again. Tricia stood there with muscles so big and perfect that his erection pressed painfully against his pants. All manner of super hero and super villain were everywhere in what used to be the downtown area, but now looked more like a battle zone. He glanced over to spot Supergirl, as beautiful as he had ever seen any artist render her, wearing a string bikini and sporting muscles the size of a male heavyweight bodybuilder, but with definite female curves. As with everyone around him, she looked confused, but then smiled as she flexed up her bicep into a 25 inch mound of Kryptonian might, slowly realizing just how strong and powerful she really was.

The only one who really knew what was going on was Tricia and she smiled down at Arnold.

“Very good Arnold. You’ve flooded me with so many powers that it’s been hard to sort them out. You’ve actually given me too many. But one very useful one was Martian Manhunter’s ability to read minds. And I now know what you’ve been up to. And for the moment, I’m going to block your thoughts so you don’t screw this up.”

Arnold went nearly catatonic as Tricia sent out a simple mental command. He was still enjoying the fact that his wildest dreams were coming true around him, but he no longer had any clue why.

With Arnold temporarily subdued, Tricia turned her attention to Lila. “Well Lila, it seems we have something in common, you little bitch.”

Lila stopped as her own body tingled with renewed muscle growth, pulling her already magnificent body toward a mid level female bodybuilder. “Tricia? Ha! That little worm Arnold did that to you? Well did he tell you what he did to me? I have powers of a whole lot of superheroes. Apparently all of the ones standing around here.”

Tricia smiled. “Yeah. But you really don’t know how to use them do you? You don’t read comic books or watch cartoons. But I do.”

Lila looked Tricia up and down. “So what. You really don’t think you can challenge me?”

Tricia held her ground. “I don’t know. Care to try?”

Lila bent down. “It’s your funeral."

Lila ran forward at super speed, but to Tricia it was not nearly fast enough. Tricia cocked her fist back and just as Lila reached her Tricia unleashed an uppercut that sent out shock waves for blocks as a sonic boom blasted outward. Lila was sent skyward, ripping out of sight in an instant, knocked completely unconscious with one punch! Her body, now a dead weight missile sailed for miles, finally slamming back to earth in a field, creating a huge crater. Tricia smiled as she was able to see that far. That would take care of her for quite a while. And if she came back, well, maybe she’d do far worse, or simply have Arnold wish her back to normal.

By this time the heroes and villains were molding their thoughts to the reality Arnold created, looking at each other and Tricia warily. The male heroes and villains looked as big and powerful as ever. But the female heroes and villains looked like something out of, well, Arnold’s wildest fantasies. Wonder Woman’s outfit was modified into sandals, the same tight shorts, and a tight crop top. She was also covered with big, bulging muscles to put Superman to shame. She was flexing her thighs, marveling at the huge tree trunk sized slabs of muscle crunching forward. She Hulk was in nothing but a thong, but stood eight feet tall and had muscles much bigger than the Hulk. She flexed her pectorals and a chest the size of compact car blasted forward. Wonder girl was flexing up a bicep near her wrist, Powergirl was loaded with so much muscle it was a wonder she could move. Even the Wasp was covered with insane muscles, her tiny figure literally pulsing with power.

Meanwhile, Tricia looked her own body over, running her hands across her magnificent curves and tensing the impossibly hard muscles that condensed into huge mounds as she flexed them. She was big. She was strong. She was really powerful. But not powerful enough. She wanted more. And after each victory she would grow more powerful. Arnold had made sure of that.

Flexing up her mighty bicep into a 40 inch mountain of muscle, Tricia eyed the comic book creations all around her. “All right then. Who’s first?”