Emily looked at the comic books lying around and noticed a Superman comic. She thought, “What if I were Supergirl, but with Superman’s muscles? Or better yet, what if Superman were here and I grew stronger than him as my muscles grew bigger and bigger?” So as she looked at Ben, she giggled out her silly wish.
“I wish Superman were here to see me transform into Super Mega Emily so I could put him to shame!”
Benjamin’s eyes widened with surprise, but as soon as she finished her statement, the ceiling rumbled and Superman tore through the roof and landed with an earth shaking thud next to both of them.
“So what’s this I hear about some teen age girl thinking she’s stronger than me? I’m tired of every so called super strong person challenging me. Time to put this worthless girl down quickly.”
He turned to see Emily go from wide eyed to confident as she now felt the power to lift mountains surge into her lithe body. Playing it cool, Emily eyed Superman up and down. At 6 foot 4, he’s got enough muscle to win a bodybuilding championship. His broad chest sports that legendary S and his arms are very well muscled.
“Well before you show me whose boss, how about you flex up your big muscles to demonstrate what a superman you really are.”
Superman grumbled. “Great, tricked here by a stupid cheerleader. What’s with the glasses anyway? You’ll never make head cheerleader with glasses. But since you asked, I’ll be glad to show you some real man muscle before I crush whatever spirit you think you have.”
Superman moved closer to the 5 foot 4 inch Emily and leaning down slightly, he flexed up a 22 inch ball of Superman muscle, stretching his uniform tight around the manly mound of might! Emily took her glasses off and pulled off the band holding her pony tail, allowing her long blonde hair to flow around her shoulders. She handed both of them to Brad and gave him a wink. Brad gulped with both surprise and desire.
Turning back toward Superman, Emily reached out with her hands and caressed the muscle like any cheerleader would a football player. But Emily was no longer just another cheerleader. Pulling her hands away, she smiled into Superman’s confident eyes.
“Not bad. Not bad. But let’s see what this worthless girl can do. Hold that pose and let me see what I can flex up.”
Emily pushed her right arm out and slowly brought her forearm up, tensing her fist. The short, thin, but firm arm began to rumble as comet crushing strength, power and size began to roar into her waiting muscles. Half way into her flex Emily’s bicep was the size of a grapefruit and rising like a ball of dough with too much yeast.
“You see, Superman, my muscles are filled with mega girl power, not puny Kryptonion power. And you’re soon going to find out which power is greater.”
Superman’s eyes widened as he watched Emily’s bicep rise upward next to his. And as her forearm reached vertical and moved toward her shoulder, her bicep had blown up to the size of a cantaloupe at nearly 20 inches around of rippling, vein engorged might. With a tight squeeze to her fist, Emily then popped her bicep up bigger, harder and tougher, matching the size of the now sweating Man of Steel. Chuckling at both her building power and Superman’s expression, Emily licked her lips and purred.
“My Mega Girl Power has given me the strength and muscle to match the bicep size of the mighty Superman with just one flex. But sorry to say, Superman, I really haven’t flexed all that hard yet. Want to see me flex harder Superman? Want to see what this stupid cheerleader can do?”
Superman cleared his throat, worried about what this girl was truly capable of. He also noticed that rips and tears were occurring on the rest of her clothes as it wasn’t just her biceps adding mounds of pumped up muscle, but the rest of her body as well. Her athletic legs were now bulging out as big as his too, and her calves were actually bigger! Her skirt hid some of her legs, but a quick glance with his x-ray vision indicated that those thighs were thick, strongly muscled but still curved with feminine lines. Her crop top sweater was pulled up higher as threads were being popped against her enlarged chest and back, exposing her rock hard defined, yet still narrow 8 pack abs. Emily giggled.
“Sure you do! You want to see what all the fuss was about. Well hold onto to your cape, because I’ll show you what a REAL bicep flex looks like, so called Superman!”
Emily pulled her forearm back slightly as another, louder and harder rumble of power emanated from her bicep as the power to lift planets exploded into her muscles. Giggling at the feeling of nearly overwhelming power coursing through her body, Emily tensed her fist, pulled her forearm forward and flexed down hard with an earth shaking boom that sent her bicep blasting upward at an alarming rate! Muscle built upon muscle as her bicep expanded to 28 inches around in moments and continued to grow rapidly. Superman was really sweating now as he watched this young cheerleader’s bicep expand to over 30 inches around as her arm added an inch of muscle ever second with micro booms indicating the ever growing strength accompanying her increase in muscle size. Emily smiled knowingly as her eyes began to glow brighter with her power continued to ramp upward. Her bicep was now totally eclipsing Superman’s once proud bicep, expanding beyond 36 incredible inches around. And worse yet for Superman, Emily’s bicep was not only much larger, but it was harder, stronger and better defined! Emily smiled at the worried look on Superman’s face.
“Oooops! It looks like my bicep is now bigger than yours Superman. But guess what. I’m not done yet!”
Emily flexed her mighty arm a few more times with a louder boom accompanying each flex, shaking the walls of the school with earthquake force. Seconds later, her mountainous bicep had expanded to 44 world record breaking inches around.”
“Hmmmm, it looks this puny girl has flexed a bicep that is MUCH bigger than yours, Superboy!”
A few more earth shaking flexes sent her incredible, star smashing bicep peak up over her fist as her bowling ball bicep ground up to 50 impossible inches of pure fem super muscle!
“In fact, it’s now over TWICE your size, you pathetic little man!”
Horrible rips soon indicated that all of Emily’s muscles had pounded bigger, outclassing Superman in every department and any male bodybuilder on earth too! Her sweater now hung on her massive shoulders like rags and her skirt was pushed out against raging thighs of doom. And showcased below the ruined sweater was a pink spandex bikini top with the word Super on her left breast and Mega on her right. And tattooed in the center of her massive, bulging super hard pectorals was a picture of Superman’s shield with an E in the center. And what a chest! Massive, basketball sized pecs of pure power rocked up and down, bristling with might and flexing up with titanic power. Striations ripped up across her mighty pecs as she giggled with delight.
“And now it seems that ALL of my muscles are much bigger than yours Superman. But we need to find out something else. Reach out and squeeze my girl bicep, Superman. She how hard it is. How defined it is. How ripped it is. See if you can make a dent in my mighty muscle Superman. See if you have what it takes to be called Super.”
Superman growled, tired or taking Emily’s taunts.
“I don’t know how you’ve flexed up muscles so big, but I’m still Superman and you’re just a puny cheerleader. I’m going to crush your muscles to paste!”
Emily held her gigantic bicep flex and her smile as Superman scowled.
“Well go ahead and try. Do I need to ask you twice?”
Superman grunted and reaching out with both hands, slapped them on Emily’s mountain of muscle and squeezed down with all of his might. His grunting grew louder and his knuckles turned white, but he was unable to make the slightest indentation in Emily’s beyond super hard muscle. Emily chuckled.
“What’s the matter, Super Wimp? Can’t you even make a tiny dent in my mega girl muscles? I thought you were going to crush my muscles to paste?”
Superman pulled his hands off, took a step back and growled.
“I still don’t know what kind of trick you’re playing, but I’ve had enough of your lip!”
Pulling his right arm up into a fist, Superman pulled his arm back and putting everything he had into it, sending his fist at Emily’s head, looking to knock her into next week. But Emily reached out with blinding speed and grabbed his wrist before his could connect, shocking the Man of Steel.
“Now that wasn’t very nice. Trying to hit a girl and all. I guess it’s now time to show you who the strongest one is.”
Emily pulled her arm up high and rotating her shoulder, pulled Superman up and over her head and with a hard downward motion, she slammed Superman six inches into the ground. WHAM!
Superman let out a surprised yelp and blinked his eyes as he looked up into the beautiful face of this teen-age supergirl.
“And don’t think I’m done. You’ve got quite a lesson coming.”
Emily pulled him back up and over her head, slamming him into the ground on her other side. WHAM! She barely paused as she pulled him back over her head again with another earth shaking thud. WHAM! Emily continued to slam Superman into the ground, deeper and deeper with each blow. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! With Superman stunned to near unconsciousness, Emily pulled him around her and began spinning Superman over her head until he was nothing but a red and blue blur. Looking at Brad, Emily smirked and winked at him.
“Round and round he goes, where he stops, nobody knows!”
Emily pushed up, letting go of Superman and he smashed through the ceiling and shot high into the air. Emily looked over at Brad.
“So Brad, that was fun. What do you think? Should I bring Superman back here and continue to humiliate him with my girl power, or would you like to see me challenge some other comic book heroes?”
Brad gulped, taken back by given the choice. He cleared his throat. Well, why don’t you…..
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