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While 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!

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That had to be a lot of work to put all that together.  Great stuff all thanks.  Some of the best female muscle art still comes from Japan, but is often hard to find.  Thanks for doing the research.

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Very natural looking and very hot.  Thanks for posting.

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Very nice!  Sexy and muscular.  Great work.

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Great work!  Always happy to see Buffy morphs.  Thanks for posting them.

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What a tremendous growth sequence, colored and times 3 no less.  Thanks for sharing such a great group of drawings and have a Merry Christmas!

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Oh my.  Great start.  I like where this is heading. 😉

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Fantastic stuff!  Thanks for the heads up.

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It looks like Dad is enjoying giving the gift to his son (at least that's what the drawing conveys to me).  The son appears to be a bit surprised, but I'm sure he'll come around.

Wonderful expressions on all the characters, they really enhance your drawings.  Great job!

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Very nice.  And from the perspective it looks like she's pushing 7 feet tall.  Yikes!

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