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March 21, 2008 at 9:58 pm #68683
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ParticipantBeen working on this off and on. Figured I needed to start posting it or it would sit forever. (And yes, I have some type of Superman obsession).
On location at Superman Day.
Regis “And we’re back, live at Superman Day here in Metropolis.”
Kelly “That’s right Rege, and we’re here with the man himself looking over some items he uses to work out with. And I’ve got to tell you, these are MUCH bigger than the weights I use.”
Regis “Ha-ha. Of course they are. Now Superman, why don’t you describe to us what some of these items are.”
Superman “Sure thing Regis. This bar over here has 100,000 pound plates on it. Each plate is 10 feet in diameter and two feet thick. With 5 plates on each side, it’s over a million pounds with the weight of the bar included. It’s really more for show that anything else, but it looks pretty cool when I lift it.”
Regis “Ha-ha. Of course it does.”
Kelly “Now Superman, what is this bar over here? There’s no weight on it.”
Superman “Ah yes. This bar is made of the strongest metal in the galaxy, forged in the pits of Apokolips. This was a gift from the New Gods. Only one other bar like this exists and is in Darkseid’s palace. Even I can’t bend it. And while the bar is only three inches thick and 10 feet long it weights 500,000 pounds. This is the bar I use in my fortress for serious workouts.”
Regis “Ha-ha. Of course it is. Now why don’t you explain how you get such a muscular physique? Everyone has noticed that at times you look big, but other times you look incredibly buff.”
Superman “Well, my body can build up muscles pretty quick. I can get bigger just by flexing really hard. Call it super expansion. For example, I can flex my bicep from 16 inches all the way up to 24 inches if I really put my mind to it.”
Regis “Ha-ha. Of course you can. And after the break, you and Kelly are going to flex up together to see if you can get any super expansion from her muscles.”
Kelly “Yeah, this ought to be great for my ego.”
Regis “Ha-ha. Of course it will.”
The producers and stage hands jump onto the set during the break, checking make-up and bringing over a bunch of metal bands. Kelly pulls off her jacket and sweat pants and the crowd oohs and ahs as she curtsied in her red and blue shorts and a red and blue tank top with a familiar S on it. Kelly flexes her right bicep for the crowd and Superman reaches over and gives it a gentle squeeze. Kelly winces in pain and releases her flex.
Superman “That’s a cute little bicep you have there.”
Kelly, rubbing her arm. “And that’s a tight little grip you have there.”
Superman snickers and moves toward the next staging area. Kelly mumbles about “men” under her breath.
In an office directly across from the set two men struggle to set up seats and check out the view.
Thug 1 “I told you we needed to get here earlier. Look, they must be half way done with the show.”
Thug 2 “Yeah, yeah. Who knew traffic would be this bad. Have you got the window open?”
Thug 1 “Yes. Do you have the gun?”
Thug 2 “Pffff. Of course I have the gun.”
Thug 1 “OK. Do you know how to use it?”
Thug 2 “Uh, I think so. It doesn’t look too bad.”
Thug 1 “What do mean you think so? You took the gun because you said you knew how to use it.”
Thug 2 “Hey, don’t get all over me. I’ve got ADD. I have a hard time focusing. Now let’s take a look at it.”
Thug 1 “Do you even know what ADD is?”
Thug 2 “Just shut up and help.”
Thug 1 “OK, it looks like a pistol with some sort of dial on the side and a switch next to it.”
Thug 2 “Oh yeah, now I remember. This switch is up when we point it at Superman and down when we point it at Toro.”
Thug 1 “Ha! Toro. What a funny name for a super villain.”
Thug 2 “Hey, he’s paying us, isn’t he? And once he gets Superman’s powers we’ll all be rich.”
Thug 1 “So what’s the dial for then?”
Thug 2 “The gun copies Superman’s powers and then multiplies it by the number on the dial. At least I think so.”
Thug 1 “Let’s see. The numbers go from 1 to 10. So what do we set it to?”
Thug 2 “I dunno, 10 I guess. That way he’ll be 10 times as powerful as Superman.”
Thug 1, looked through a set of binoculars. “Oh look, the camera’s coming back on. Get lined up. Are you sure you can aim from here?”
Thug 2 “It has a sight on it doesn’t it? Besides I’m an excellent shot.”
Thug 1 “I’m better.”
Thug 2 “You are not. Now shut up.”
Thug 1, mumbling under his breath. “Am too.”
Regis “And we’re back! We’re here at Superman Day in Metropolis and Superman is about to work with Kelly and show her how he can flex up really big muscles.”
Superman “That’s right. And I have a few rings that we can use to try and break through.”
Regis “Ha-ha! Of course you do! And Kelly, you look awfully fetching in your little Superman sports gear. Given to you by Superman by the way.”
Kelly “Yes, it’s what all the fashionable ladies are wearing to the gym these days.”
Superman reaches down and picks up two rings and hands one to Kelly. Kelly struggles to hold it up.
Superman “Now these rings are 22 inches in diameter, two inches wide and are made from tempered steel. I have several others ranging from 36 inches to 72 inches for flexing up my thighs and chest, but for now we’ll just concentrate on biceps.”
Kelly “Wow, this is pretty heavy.”
Superman “Well it is a half inch thick and weighs 20 pounds. Now just slide it over your arm up to your shoulder and hold up your arm to get ready to flex your bicep.”
Kelly, struggling, as the ring hangs low on her comparably thin arm. “OK, what’s next?”
Superman “Now all you do is start bringing your forearm up and down like you’re curling a weight, holding the flex hard for a moment each time, pulling more muscle into your bicep.”
As Superman and Kelly begin pumping their arms, an invisible beam strikes Superman.
Thug 1 “So how do you know if it’s working?”
Thug 2 “Uh, what now?”
Thug 1 “You don’t know do you.”
Thug 2 “Don’t distract me, I’m aiming.”
Thug 1 “How do you even know if you’re hitting him. Oh, wait, a light bar just turned on. Oh, and now another one.”
Thug 2 “How many bars are there?”
Thug 1 “Um, it looks like 5. Oh wow, it’s already on four.”
Thug 2 “Good, then I’m almost done.”
As the last bar filled up, a loud beep came from the gun. Thug 1 reaches over, knocking the gun and flipping the switch.
Thug 2 “Hey, watch it.”
Thug 1 “Sorry, my bad. I just wanted to turn off the noise. Hey, what happened to the bars?”
Thug 2 looks at the gun. “Did you flip the switch?”
Thug 1 “Oops. Uh, does this mean it discharged?”
Thug 2 “Oh no. If it did, who did it discharge into?”
Kelly smiled weakly as her pumping was causing her bicep to fill with blood and look more defined, but it certainly wasn’t getting any bigger. She looked over with envy as Superman’s muscle continued to grow.
Regis “Oh look Superman, your bicep appears to have gotten a lot bigger. How are you doing over there Kelly?”
Kelly “Not so good Rege. My arm looks about the same. Maybe I’m doing something wrong.”
Regis “Of course you are. You’re not Superman.”
Kelly scrunched her face in mock disgust, wishing that she could show both men up, but knowing she never could. Sighing, she looked over at Superman with growing jealousy as he slid the ring tightly over his now bulging bicep.
As the invisible beam hit Kelly she took a deep breath, momentarily losing her balance. She closed her eyes as a roar filled her ears, followed by voices. Many, many voices that she soon recognized as everyone around her. Regaining her balance, she held still, picking through the voices until she settled onto just two.
Thug 1 “What do mean the gun is dead?”
Thug 2 “Well sparks shooting out of it pretty much told me that.”
Thug 1 “What are we going to do? The boss will be pissed.”
Thug 2 “About what? The fact that he’s not getting Superman’s powers or the fact that someone out there is now 10 times as powerful as Superman.”
Thug 1 “Uh, the first one?”
Thug 2 “You idiot. Now give me your cell phone, we need to call him up.”
Thug 1 “I thought you had a cell phone.”
Thug 2 sighed. “Well yeah, I have mine. I uh, just don’t know how to use it.”
Thug 1 “ADD?”
Thug 2 “Shut up and give me a hand.”
Regis “Kelly are you alright? Superman is about to snap his band. Should be pretty exciting.”
Kelly, opening her eyes and smiling knowingly, stopped flexing and slid the ring off her arm, chuckling to herself at how light it felt. She casually slid it back up to her shoulder. “I’m fine Rege. I can hardly wait.”
Superman smiled at them, nodding his head and looking at the camera. “So you see, with less than a minute of pumping, my bicep is now over 20 inches around.”
Superman flexed down hard and his bicep swelled bigger, stretching the band taught and with one last hard flex, snapping it with the sound of a gunshot. Holding his pose as those around him ducked, his bicep stood firm at nearly 24 inches in circumference.
Regis “Wow. Super fantastic! How did you do Kelly?”
Kelly, smiling with authority, walked over toward Superman.
Kelly “Not so good Rege. But I’m willing to give it another try. Now Superman, how did this go again?”
Superman, taken aback from the change in script, looked confused, but just went back to his previous statements. “Uh, you just need to pump your arm a few times and the muscle will expand.”
Kelly, moving her 5 foot 2 inch thin frame close to Superman’s 6 foot 4 massive body, brought her arm out straight and clenched her fist.
Kelly “Well you see Superman, when we did the first flex I didn’t have a super powers like you, so of course my bicep didn’t get any bigger. But it seems that I’ve just become ten times as powerful as you, so this time we should see some action.”
Superman gave her a quizzical look that soon turned to surprise as Kelly slowly brought her forearm up. The sound of volcanic magma cooling into rock began to emanate from her arm as her small bicep began to add inches of incredible, detailed muscle, building up bigger and more defined as her fist inched upward. Superman’s eyes widened as Kelly did her best to hide her surprise. Sure she was boasting about super powers, but this was more than she had dreamed possible. And Superman didn’t create this sound when he expanded his muscles. Was she really 10 times as powerful as Superman? Smiling as her confidence grew, she watched as her bicep continued to expand at an incredible rate just by bringing her forearm up.
The further Kelly’s forearm crept upward the larger her bicep grew. Her nicely defined 9 inch bicep had now morphed toward 12 inches. As her forearm crossed 45 degrees, the bicep continued to expand at a super human rate, approaching 14 inches around. Her bicep was already bigger than most fitness stars and as big as many female bodybuilders her size. And the more mass that was added, the more defined her bicep became. A clear bicep split had come into view, while muscle fibers usually reserved for contest level bodybuilders pressed their way forward. A few veins began to snake around her bicep, pulsing to the surface.
Kelly “Well what do you know? My bicep IS getting bigger. And by the sound of it, my bicep must be pretty darn strong. It took you nearly 50 repetitions to add 8 inches to your bicep Superman. If I’m not mistaken, I’ve added over 5 inches with my first pump. Over a 50 percent volume increase in one moment versus nearly a minute for you. And I haven’t even finished my first flex yet.”
Superman continued to stare at the burgeoning bicep muscle on the tiny talk show host, wondering how this was happening, why the sound of her flex was so intimidating and just how big she was going to wind up.
Director “Holy crap, camera one, zoom in on her bicep! Camera two, lock in to both her and Superman. His look is priceless.”
As her forearm finally reached vertical, the sound quieted, and her bicep, once a “cute” little muscle that was admired by many, had expanded into an incredible rippling mass of female might, bulging up above the plane of her arm and pulsing with vitality. Her tricep had added mass along with her bicep, giving her arm a balanced shape built up to 16 absolutely awe inspiring inches. Her body, already low on fat, allowed the details of her bicep to crystallize into a textbook mound of muscle. Small veins worked their way around her throbbing muscle as the bicep split was now a small cavern etched across her perfect peak.
Kelly “So was this was what I was supposed to do? Is this what you meant Superman?”
Superman’s jaw dropped open and Regis looked like his eyes were about to leap out their sockets.
Superman “Uh, yeah. Just like that.”
Kelly “Mmmmmm. Then one more flex ought to knock this baby as big as yours, eh Superman? Should I move the band over my bicep now? I’d hate to outgrow the ring after just two flexes.”
As Superman stumbled for words, Kelly smiled at him and pulled the band over her bicep. She then brought her arm back down.
Kelly “Better safe then sorry. Get ready Rege, we may be seeing some history being made.”
Regis in full bug eyed mode, but still the consummate professional, smiled weakly and nodded his head “That would be something all right. Good luck Kelly.”
Kelly looked at Superman, who was still stunned by the unforeseen events, and then back at her bicep, wondering herself if she could add even more mass to a bicep that looked larger than it had a right to be on her small frame. But as she slowly brought her forearm back up, the air filled with the same granite forming sound, signaling that more growth was not only possible, but inevitable. Suppressing a giggle, Kelly marveled as her bicep began to grow once again.
The vision was out of comic book as muscle fibers expanded across her arm and build on top of each other, crystallizing into a massive form that was quickly approaching the size of Superman’s pumped up arm. Within seconds her 16 inch bicep was approaching 20 inches with her forearm pulling up to 45 degrees. The band became taught against the raging female power and seemingly endless potential. Kelly’s smile grew wider as she could feel her strength build with her increase in size. The once heavy band begin to stretch against her bulging bicep, adding another delicious sound of muscle superiority to her burgeoning power.
Kelly “Better duck everyone, it looks like this baby is about to blow!”
And right on queue, with her forearm still not reaching vertical, the band stretched to the limit, snapping off with a bang and flying off her mega muscle, exposing the huge rippling bicep for all to see.
As her forearm continued to work upward, her bicep continued to expand in every direction, while her tricep belly drew deeper. By the time her now strapping forearm reached vertical, her arm had added 8 inches of raw female fury, blowing her bicep up to 24 inches around, looking sexy and poetic on her small frame, yet frighteningly powerful at the same time.
Kelly “Gee Superman, I’ve gotten more expansion out of my bicep with just two flexes that you could out of yours after a minute of pumping. I’ve more than doubled the size of my bicep. In fact, my bicep now looks to be as BIG as yours. Why don’t we compare?”
To be continued.
March 22, 2008 at 7:36 pm #68684cpbell0033944
ParticipantCool! As I'm not American, and haven't seen more than 1 minute of the show in question, is Regis that much of a numpty ("ha ha, of course" all the time) or have you added to it for the purposes of your story?
March 23, 2008 at 3:08 am #68685iceman75
ParticipantGreat to see you back writing, GBM, its been a while, hope to see more of your special brand of stories back at my group, where you'll always be welcome.
March 24, 2008 at 1:06 am #68686Anonymous
Guest"The look on his face — priceless"
Just like in a commercial for major credit card issuers' ad…
But the story is funny ;D
March 24, 2008 at 9:43 am #68687peirrotlunaire
ParticipantWhile I can't say I'm a big Kelly fan, I want to read more, so the writing is obviously great! Keep it going please?
March 31, 2008 at 1:06 am #68688ParticipantWhile I'm not exactly sure what a "numpty" is ;), I will say that Regis really isn't normally that bad, but when he's around big stars, he does tend to go a little over the top. So I would have to say that it's not outside of reality, but it was my a attempt at a little humor.
And now, back to the story….
Superman, now looking nervous and wondering if this was a practical joke, blinked hard, then moved in and flexed his arm back up next to Kelly’s. Sure enough, they were about the same size. But Kelly’s bicep was more defined and better shaped. Superman’s was smooth and bulky, Kelly’s looked harder and stronger. Her skin rapped tight around her huge bicep, highlighting crystallized muscle fibers and small pulsing veins.
Kelly “Why sure enough. Just two flexes and I’ve already matched the size of your super arm with your best flex. And I’m a foot shorter and over 100 pounds lighter. Oh, and I’m just a girl. Isn’t that right Rege.”
Regis was beside himself, nearly drooling as he was building up his first Viagra free boner in 10 years. “Oh, you’re more than a girl Kelly.”
Kelly flipped her hair over her shoulders. “Oh, how sweet.”
She peered over at Superman, who was still holding his flex. Sliding behind him she looked for the camera and made sure her arm was directly behind Superman’s. Slowly pulling her forearm back down she oozed confidence.
Kelly “Now what do you suppose will happen if I flex down again? Can my bicep possibly get any bigger? Bigger than yours Superman’s? As big as a large male bodybuilder? Let’s find out!”
This time a rumbling began to emanate from her arm as she tensed her small fist. Her forearm expanded quickly, filling up with nuclear powered blood and grinding to 6 inches wide. The rumbling pick up intensity and began to shake the stage as Kelly brought her forearm up, infusing mega strength into her bicep as the density of her muscles increased well beyond what any human or super human has ever experienced before. The volcanic noise finally crescendoed with a loud crackle and a thunderous boom as her bicep blew up beyond human capacity, adding more mass to her bicep than any being had ever flexed before. Muscle fibers pulsed, expanded and multiplied at an alarming rate, adding inches of mega muscle to her overloaded arm. Her peak built up and up and up, rising higher and higher above Superman’s muscle like the morning sun against the horizon, adding mass beyond reason, strength beyond imagination and size beyond belief. Her bicep was soon towering over Superman’s peak, eight inches higher, ten inches higher, 12 inches higher. As the volcanic sounds quieted, her bicep peak pushed up toward her wrist, pressing her forearm back and rising up over her shoulder, finally settling at 46 inches of the biggest, strongest most awe inspiring bicep muscle ever flexed. The crowd, huddled around TV screens and watching from the street below, was going nuts. Kelly was blowing away the Man of Steel!
Kelly. “Now how’s that for a flex? Why if I didn’t know better, I’d say that my bicep is now about twice your size, Superman. And on my petite frame it looks rather impressive wouldn’t you say?”
Superman, shocked beyond words stared wide eyed at the sight of the glorious, humongous bicep before him. Kelly snickered and reached her other arm up to his bicep.
Kelly. “But don’t feel too bad Superman. Your bicep is still pretty big. It must be pretty hard too.”
Rubbing her small hand along his bicep, she reached his peak and tensed her fingers. And with just one small squeeze from Kelly, Superman gave out a small yelp as her fingers began to penetrate his previously invulnerable muscles. Kelly snickered and squeezed down harder, digging into his muscles as though they were made of warm Play Do. Superman winced in pain, released his flex and dropped down to one knee. Kelly released her bicep flex and smiled, holding her pneumatic grip.
Kelly. “Awe, what a cute little bicep you have Superman. But it seems to be a bit soft. Perhaps you need to up your workouts.”
Kelly gave one last squeeze, driving her fingers through his bicep, tearing his muscle roughly until she reached his bone. Superman groaned in pain and dropped to both knees and bent his head down. Laughing, Kelly leaned forward as his arm moved down and released her grip. Superman fell to the ground at her feet with a thud, reaching over to grab his battered arm.
Kelly looked down at him with satisfaction and dominance. Eyeing the other rings lying near her, she grabbed one marked 48 inches and stood back up. Looking at the camera, Kelly smiled and turned her head to her muscle bloated right arm. Bringing her hand down, she slid the large ring up to her bicep and licked her lips with anticipation. Even unflexed, the muscles built up previously hadn’t reduced down that much yet. The ring fit snuggly over her gigantic bicep as there wasn’t much room to spare.
Kelly “Now this ring is 48 inches around. Twice the size of the ring Superman recently snapped. It already looks tight on my, well, gigantic bicep. And from what we’ve witnessed so far, I would image that it doesn’t stand a chance against my mighty muscles.”
Pulling her forearm up a bit, the ring creaked and squealed as her bicep began to consolidate. Smiling at the camera again Kelly gently pulled her forearm up, once again causing the stage to rumble as her mighty bicep began to grow.
Kelly. “So if this is a 48 inch steel band.”
Bringing her forearm back up her bicep expanded quickly, adding inches of super powered muscle to her already impossibly sized bicep, stretching the ring taught around her humongous muscles. As the metal screeched, vainly trying to contain Kelly’s towering bicep, she looked into the camera, blew a kiss and with the flick of her wrist, shot her bicep peak up several inches, blowing off the band with an ear splitting BANG and sending her bicep peak rising up to new, unheard of heights, up and over her fist, pressing further against her thick forearm and hard against her growing shoulder. The crowd responded with thunderous applause and cheers. Kelly held the pose, reveling in the situation.
As the excitement from the crowd reduced a bit, Kelly smiled sexily toward the camera.
Kelly. “Then his must be a 52 inch bicep! I’d wager there isn’t a man alive with a bicep this big, eh Rege?”
Regis, being held up by two stage hands. “Uh, no Kelly, I would think not.”
Director. “Oh crap, Regis has soiled himself. Camera 3, stay tight on Regis, don’t go too low. Camera 1, get a tight shot of that bicep with Kelly’s face. Nobody is going to believe this.”
Kelly held her pose as the sound of digital cameras from the crowd snapped against the murmur of disbelief. Turning to gaze at her bicep, Kelly laughed at the fact that she had to look UP to see her bicep peak. A mountain of female super muscle stared back at her, pulsing with untold strength and power, bulging up a foot and half tall and showcasing uncountable muscle fibers, imposing ridges and a network of pulsing veins. She wondered if she could flex it even bigger, but as she glanced back toward the camera, she noticed that the rest of her body hadn’t been keeping up. Releasing her flex, a disappointed groan built up in the audience and Kelly snickered. With Superman still at her feet she bent down and smiled at him.
Kelly. “Well I guess we’ve shown everyone who the real Super one is on this stage. And whose got the bigger, harder bicep. But I need a little more balance. I can’t be ALL biceps.”
Kelly brought her arms up high and bent them slightly at the elbows. She smiled down at Superman, who looked like he was in shock.
Kelly. “I’m guessing just one good body flex should fix that. I believe this is what is called a crab pose.”
As Kelly pulled her arms forward, the muscle expansion over her entire body shook the city block in a sensory display of grinding rocks, expanding super muscle tissue and low frequency explosions.
Kelly, smiling down at the beaten Man of Tomorrow. “I don’t remember your flexing causing such a commotion. Perhaps I’m MORE than 10 times as powerful as you, hmmmm?”
As her fists reared forward waves of super muscles blew bigger on her small frame. Standing on her toes, her legs crackled as heart shaped calves pushed outward, expanded and consolidated into twin 20 inch balls of might. Her thighs puffed larger, growing thicker as they quivered and formed into two pillars of beef, 42 inches around, rippling with cords of muscles stacked together into massive, detailed mounds of female muscle perfection. Her abs, already showcased with a six pack, remained narrow, but became harder and more defined as her stomach morphed into a 10 pack of deeply separated blocks with sexy, rippling obliques. Her narrow, densely muscular waist curved up into expanding lats that pushed her muscle loaded arms out a bit. Flexing her arms forward fiercely, her triceps bulged obscenely, blowing out nearly 11 inches thick and lined with stacks of muscle fibers. Her forearms expanded to 8 inches wide and her biceps balled up like twin volleyballs against her growing chest. Her tank top pushed outward as her pectorals blasted bigger, stacking inch thick planks of raw muscle on top of each other, pressing hard against her outfit, pushing forward toward 14 inches thick. Her traps and shoulders bulged up with horrifying detail as she completed her crab flex, filling all available space on her upper torso, as she towered over the cowering Man of Steel in a display of complete and utter muscle dominance. Kelly was pulling forth size, density and raw, unchecked power greater than Superman had ever witnessed on any other living being, including Darkseid himself. And Darkseid was a 7 foot tall monster, while Kelly was a 5 foot 2 beautiful woman, making it even harder to accept.
Finally releasing her earth shaking flex, she stood back up and placed her hands on her hips, looking more heroic than Superman ever did on his best day.
Kelly. “Well would you look at this. It appears that I must be the real super one around here. I appear to be the woman with the biggest muscles and the hardest body. Who would have suspected this would happen? And on Superman day, no less.”
Superman could only look up with awe and wonder. She was right. Who had seen this coming? His thoughts focused on what her next move would be.
Kelly paused as the air grew silent once again and the crowd murmured. The stage hands had pulled up a desk for Regis to sit at and where helping him into a new set of pants. The producers had ordered everyone to stay out of Kelly’s way. The Director leaned forward as the camera men focused in.
Looking around, Kelly smiled, holding the live audience and a growing world wide television audience in her grasp. Flipping her hair over her linebacker thick shoulder, Kelly smiled back at the camera and then down at Superman. Her eyes sparkled as she decided her next move.
This would be wonderful.
Kelly “So, Superman, why don’t you help me out and give the audience a run down of my pumped up physique. I’ll flex up a muscle and you can run your fingers over it and see if you can squeeze down. This should give everyone an idea of just how powerful I’ve become.”
Superman looked up at Kelly to see eyes laughing with delight and control. Letting out a nervous breath and swallowing, he sat up, wincing at the pain he still felt from her “gentle” squeeze.
Superman. “Uh, sure thing Kelly. Then maybe we can discuss how this happened.”
Kelly brought her right foot forward and planted it hard on the ground, rotating her foot on her toes, ripping right through the tennis shoe and sock. She snickered and pulled her foot away, brushing the ruined material to the side. Quickly repeating the feat with her other foot, she stepped forward and placed her bare right foot back down. Blinking slowly for effect, she returned Superman’s narrow stare.
Kelly. “Perhaps we will. But for now, why don’t you describe this calf muscle to the audience.”
Thug 1. “No, hit recent calls.”
Thug 2, swatting Thug 1’s hand away and clicking on the keys, furrowed his brow. “I can hear you, you know.” He stared at the screen. “Uh, I don’t seem to see any.””
Thug 1. “Well have you called him recently?”
Thug 2. “Um, I don’t remember.”
Thug 1. “Oh for crying out loud.”
Superman reached out and began to rub Kelly’s calf.
Superman “Kelly’s calf is large, I’d say 22 inches around, it’s uh, incredibly detailed and heart shaped.”
Kelly “Is it bigger than yours?”
Superman “Uh, yes it is.”
Kelly, smiling with satisfaction. “Good. I could always flex it up bigger if needed, like this.”
Pausing to enjoy the situation and the sensation for a moment, Kelly twisted her foot again, jutting the large mass outward, squeezing a few more inches into her already massive calf, causing Superman to pause with disbelief.
Kelly. “And just how hard is my calf Superman?”
Superman sighed and began to push his fingers forward as he reached his large hand around her larger calf muscle. He began to groan as his fingers slowly turned white. He grit his teeth and pushed harder, popping the joints in his fingers. He let out a defeated sigh and looked back up at the smiling Kelly.
Superman. “Harder than anything I’ve ever felt before. I can’t even make a small dent.”
Kelly, twisting her head toward Regis and back to the camera. “So my muscles are not just bigger than Superman’s, they’re harder than Superman’s too. Harder than anything he’s ever felt.”
Regis. “That’s just wonderful Kelly. This is certainly quite a development.”
Kelly smiled and looked back down at Superman. “It certainly is. Now Superman, let’s work your way up to my thigh.”
Kelly began to tense and un-tense her thigh, shooting more muscle into her oversized quads each time. Superman reached up and laid his hands on her thighs, marveling at the fact that even un-tensed, he couldn’t penetrate her muscles and shocked that each flex pushed his arms back, even as he pushed forward with his prodigious strength.
Superman. “Well, these are the thighs of male heavyweight bodybuilder, only condensed down on a small female frame. The separation is shocking, the density is incredible and the thickness is greater than anything I’ve ever seen. The quad is easily 12 inches thick and two feet wide. Right now, Kelly’s leg is 50 inches around and growing. I’m pushing against it, but even unflexed it’s harder than I can penetrate and flexed, her thigh is like a steel statue.”
Kelly smiled again. “So, is my thigh as big around as your chest, Superman?”
Superman. “Uh, no, my chest is over 60 inches around.”
The familiar sound of volcanic rocks soon rose as Kelly flexed down hard, blowing even more mind numbing super muscle into her gigantic legs, pushing hard against Superman’s arms and knocking him back. He shook his head with disbelief. One hard flex had added 12 inches of muscle to her Herculean thigh. And to make it worse, it was ALL muscle. Every detail stood out in bold relief, mocking him, making him feel weak.
Kelly. “How about now?”
Superman, sitting back up. “Uh, now I’d say that your thigh is bigger around than my chest.”
Kelly turned her head around. “You here than Rege? My little leg is now bigger around than Superman’s chest. Talk about your thunder thighs!”
Regis, pulling on his tie. “Yes. But your thigh looks to be all muscle Kelly.”
Kelly, scrunching her nose. “Why I do believe you’re right.”
Relaxing her flex, her leg muscles receded back down. Rolling her stomach, she nodded her head and Superman reached up once again, running his fingers across Kelly’s narrow, muscle filled abs.
Superman, clearing his throat. “Uh, Kelly’s abs show incredible detail, as each block is separated in bold relief with her skin pulled tight and not an ounce of fat to be seen. I would call them abs of steel, but I’d venture that they’re much stronger than that now. Even the sides of her abs are ridged with layers of imposing muscles.”
Kelly nodded, trying not to snicker. Superman was being quite cooperative. Kelly flexed her lats and Superman moved his hands up to the sides, reaching around a bit to get a feel of her bulging back muscles.
Superman. “Uh, Kelly has flexed up her back nearly four feet wide with dense muscles. Her lats are filled with slabs of incredible muscles bunched together, sweeping up from her narrow waist to her thick, imposing shoulders. I’ve never seen a torso to waist ratio this pronounced, giving Kelly a super muscular, yet still feminine look.”
Suppressing another giggle, Kelly relaxed her back and slowly tensed her pectorals, consolidating her upper torso into bulges, ridges and valleys of intense, gigantic female muscles. Her top groaned against the onslaught of expanding female beef, but held up, stretching out across her upper body like a second skin. Superman pulled himself back to his feet as Kelly motioned her head to the side, signaling him to step away so the cameral could get a full view. Smiling fully, Kelly pulled up her pectorals, pushing the 12 inch thick balls of muscle up near her chin. Her breasts, small by her own admission, seemed to have disappeared, replaced with muscle cleavage deeper than any porn star. The S stretched out comically and her nipples pressed forward clearly as the material could no longer hide them. But nobody seemed to notice as it was the muscles below that caught everyone’s attention.
Kelly. “Now Superman, could you describe my chest for the audience?”
Letting out another labored breath, Superman stepped forward again, looked around her back and cautiously cupped the side of her chest.
Superman “Well, Kelly, I’d say that right now, your chest is over 70 inches around and littered with more muscle than any man or woman I’ve ever seen. You’re back is wide and thick, and your chest is stacked with intimidating layers of awesome pectorals muscles. Your chest is sticking out over 12 inches and has pulled the top tight and away from your body, exposing deep, muscle laden cleave and powerful pectorals ridges.”
Kelly “Well, they do look much bigger than any Hollywood star I remember seeing. But let’s make sure.”
Kelly snickered with delight, flexed her chest down hard, infusing inches of muscle into her chest in seconds, as the sound of super expansion once again filled the area. 14 inch thick pectorals became 16, then 18, then 20 and with one final flex that shook the stage, Kelly’s Herculean chest blew out 26 inches away from her body, forming two massive balls of muscle, pressed together to create a four foot wall of pectoral might. Her muscles pulsed with raw, unchecked power, producing a low level booming sound with each tense of her mega muscled pectorals. Superman’s hand shook with envy and fear.
Kelly, laughing at the ridiculous of the situation turned her head toward Superman. “Now HOW thick did you say my chest was?”
Superman, trying to maintain some composure, smiled weakly. “Well over two feet thick. The top has stretched into a narrow band across your chest, exposing the gigantic ridges and deep striations of the top and the bottom of your pectorals. I can’t think of anyone with a chest this thick, this muscular or this detailed.”
Kelly “And just watch what happens when I give them a little pulse.”
As Superman held his trembling hands against Kelly’s mighty pectorals, the soft booming intensified as her muscles flexed and flowed, pushing up inches and re-consolidating bigger and thicker, touching her chin and pressing up higher and further away from her smiling, glowing face to the point where she could no longer look straight ahead. Superman’s hands were pushed back as he felt the muscles reposition with no hopes of pressing into them. The crowd was going nuts, cheering with support and disbelief.
With a feeling of satisfaction, Kelly let out a soft breath and released her flex, watching with interest as her muscles receded once again. She reached out to pull the top back to position and released it with a snap. Pushing her hair over her huge shoulders, Kelly looked back over toward Superman and pursed her lips with anticipation.
Kelly. “And lastly, let’s flex up my bicep one more time. Last time, I believe it was up to 52 inches or so. Let’s see what I can muster this time.”
More to come!
April 2, 2008 at 12:08 am #68689ParticipantGood stuff! Can I just ask if Kelly is supposed to know what's happened to her? She's acting as though she expected it, that's all.
April 2, 2008 at 2:03 am #68690GuestExcellent!!
Thanx for posting!!
Can't wait for some more action packed adventures of the not-so-super any more "S"Man
April 4, 2008 at 6:16 am #68691ParticipantHey GBM, nice second chapter, btw, I'm sorry to bring it out in public, have you read the PM I sent you? If so could you respond? Sorry again, but I'm guessing you haven't read it yet.
April 5, 2008 at 11:21 pm #68692gimme size
ParticipantWonderful story so far — I hope she keeps going and going! (And going and going…)
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