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Some knee buckling finds this time around master Ze.  Your time spent pulling these all together is much appreciated.

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Wow!  Galatea never looked so go good!  Thanks for posting.

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Nice job!  This morph looks very clean.

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Figured I'd post a commission from Rob.  Wonder Girl and Superboy.  Hope you all like it.  Sorry for the line in the middle, I'm not the best scanner.

http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/4295/wgsbyr2.jpg

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Sigh…..
If only man, if only.
(Great drawing!)

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Incredible stuff.  Your muscle growth description is some of the best I have ever read.  And being so prolific makes me jealous.  Thanks for the stories.

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Woah!  Every one is awesome!  Thanks for posting.

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The next part.  Right on schedule.  😉
And thanks for the comments.

Superman pulled hard, but not with all of his strength.  All of the incredible stories that Wonder Woman expressed were hard to comprehend.  He was having difficulty processing the amount of raw power that Wonder Woman had apparently received.  But his thoughts shifted immediately back to the task at hand when Wonder Woman’s arm didn’t move an inch against a very formidable yank from both of his arms and all of his weight.

He relaxed momentarily and shook his head at the realization that Wonder Woman hadn’t even tensed her body, much less her arm, as she was still holding her hand in a loose fist.  Wonder Woman peered around her large forearm.

“Oh, come on Clark.  You said that you weren’t going to hold back.  You wouldn’t pull Batman down with that little tug.”

Superman raised his eyebrows and stiffened.  Sure that was meant as a subtle joke, but he had still given her a pretty strong pull.  Smiling slightly he renewed his grip.

“OK Diana, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Wonder Woman returned the small smile and pulled her head back in order to focus on her arm.

“I understand the risk.  Now give it everything you’ve got this time.  We’re trying to test my increased strength remember.”

Superman let out a harsh breath and this time pulled hard and with all of his strength, fully expecting Wonder Woman and her full breasts to fall quickly into his chest.

But instead of her falling into him, he pulled himself forward and grunted from the effort.  He winced as the jerk against his body had sent shock waves across his shoulders and down his back.  He shook his head, this time in full surprise.  Wonder Woman’s arm once again hadn’t moved an inch!  Was this a trick or were all of her stories really true?  Wonder Woman spoke casually, without any strain.

“Keep trying, Superman, I know you’re still not quite giving it your all.”

Superman narrowed his eyes, leaned back and gave her arm another pull with the same result.  Biting his lip and focusing on the task, Superman moved his feet closer, attempting to gain more leverage.  He was truly struggling now and was unaware that Wonder Woman hadn’t change her stance since he had begun.

Grunting loudly now, Superman brought his right foot up onto her thickly muscled thigh and pulled again, but was still unsuccessful in moving her arm at all.  Wonder Woman looked down at her thigh and smiled mischievously, enjoying the fact that Superman was concentrating so hard to move her arm that he wasn’t paying much attention to what he was doing.

As sweat started to drip down the side of his face, Superman was zoned in.  He just had to pull her arm down.  Nothing else mattered.  And the fact that she hadn’t even tensed her arm was starting to drive him crazy.  Was she really this strong?  Ignoring all else, Superman brought his other foot up on Wonder Woman’s muscle laden behind, trying to gain every advantage he could in order to pull Wonder Woman down.

The scene was comical.  Here was Superman, the strongest man on the planet, planting both of his feet on Wonder Woman’s side, pulling against her arm with all of his strength, yet was unable to show any effect against the Amazon beauty who stood stoically, clearly enjoying Superman’s growing aggravation.

“Keep trying Superman, let’s see all of that mighty Kryptonian power.”

Wonder Woman snickered lightly as Superman ignored her and pulled again, this time growling with the effort.  But once again, her arm remained unmoved, holding steady in the same position she started with.  Superman let out a frustrated sigh and brought his feet back to the ground.  His face flashed red with embarrassment as he realized that he had actually planted both of his feet on Wonder Woman’s side.

Shaking off his embarrassment and Wonder Woman’s gentle giggles, Superman looked at Wonder Woman’s bulging arm as though it were a puzzle.  He licked his lips and decided to unlock his hands and try another tactic.  Wiggling his fingers he placed his left hand directly below his right and gripped her bracelet tightly.  Superman set himself for another pull when he noticed Wonder Woman close her hand into a full fist for first time.  Keeping her eyes on her arm, Wonder Woman spoke slowly and seductively.

“You really didn’t hold back that time did you, Clark.  I could sense you pulling with everything you had.  Yet you were unable to pull my arm away from my body.  Not even a little.”

As her beautiful lips curled back into smile, her dazzling blue eyes sparkled as she turned her head to look back at a confused Superman.

“Now it’s my turn to crank up the power a bit.  See if you can keep up.”

Superman blinked a few times as he set himself again, prepared to give her everything he could.  His focus shifted slightly as he could sense Wonder Woman start to flex up her already incredible physique.

Pulling in a deep breath, Wonder Woman sent shock waves across her massive pectorals, pushing her prodigious chest out into two glorious smooth pink mounds.  Exhaling slowly, Wonder Woman let out a low, slow moan and finally tightened her fist, causing her bicep to leap to attention and consolidate into a perfectly round, clearly split ball of pumped up female power.  With one flex, Wonder Woman’s bicep had solidified into a mountain of muscle bigger than Superman’s huge arm!  Her bicep peaked up majestically over her massive shoulder and was matched with a thick tricep belly that curved deeply from her elbow to her pumped up lats.

Forcing himself to maintain his focus, Superman pulled hard once again, tensing his mighty frame into a wall of masculine power, heaving against Wonder Woman’s arm with all of his super might.  He was going to drag Wonder Woman down this time he thought, but to his surprise, found himself pulling himself toward her instead!  Both frustrated and surprised, Superman let out a defeated sigh and glanced over at her intoxicatingly beautiful face.

“Great Scott, Diana!  Just how strong are you?”

Wonder Woman followed up with a soft laugh.

“It appears that my one arm is stronger than your entire body, Clark.  And I’ve barely tensed my muscles.  I wonder what will happen when I flex down a little harder.”

Superman was now back to being in awe.  He really had pulled as hard as he could.  Sweat was trickling down passed his right ear toward his chin.  He may have pulled a muscle with that last tug and Wonder Woman was only just starting?  Holding his grip across her bracelet he turned his head again, this time focusing on the incredible bicep muscle rising up on her arm.

Smiling seductively as she watched Superman’s expression change and his focus shift, Wonder Woman tensed her fist again, pulling her forearm and Superman in a bit toward her thick shoulder, causing even more beautifully shaped muscle to consolidate on her already hyper muscular arm.  A bicep the size of a cantaloupe now resided on her arm, covered with smooth, silky skin, but still split cleanly and rising up to an impressive peak.  And to Superman’s continued surprise, every flex caused Wonder Woman’s mighty arm to grow fuller.  Her fantastic bicep was slowly pushing upward and across her arm from her thick forearm to her football sized rippling shoulder.

And if that weren’t enough, Wonder Woman’s next flex stopped Superman cold in his tracks.  As she tensed her arm once again, a loud groan echoed off the mountain.  Superman had to look closely at Wonder Woman’s forearm to believe what he just heard.  Her magical gauntlets of victory were beginning to buckle and crack against forearms so formidable that not even indestructible bracelets could withstand Wonder Woman’s mighty bulging muscles.  Superman’s eyes widened as he could hardly comprehend the power Wonder Woman was unleashing with what appeared to be only minor flexes of her mega muscled picture perfect female form.

“Are, are you actually breaking your bracelets with your muscles?”

Wonder Woman’s smile widened.

“Why, I guess I am.  Must be some pretty powerful muscles, huh?  Muscles so big, so hard and so strong that even the armor of the gods cannot withstand them.  Muscles stronger than your entire body, Superman.  Muscles that are clearly bigger than yours too.  Muscles capable of growing bigger, stronger and more powerful.  Muscles of a true Amazon warrior.”

As Wonder Woman tensed her fist again, Superman could feel his grip shift as her strapping forearm muscles slowly overcame the gauntlets of the gods.  Holding her flex, the bracelet screamed in protest, cracking in several places under Superman’s hands until they broke away from her arm with a loud screech.

Unfortunately for Superman, he was still pulling against her arm and had been gripping her bracelet the entire time.  Once the gauntlet gave way, he pulled the ruined metal away from Wonder Woman’s pumped up arm and fell backwards, once again landing on his super behind with a light grunt of embarrassment.  The broken gauntlet fell to the ground on either side of the Man of Steel, split in half and ruined.  Superman propped himself up on his elbows and looked away from Wonder Woman, feeling foolish.

Wonder Woman snickered and brought her arm down, releasing her mind numbing flex and turned to stand directly in front of the Man of Steel.  She brought her right foot in front of her left, gracefully touching the ground with her toes and gently flexing her right leg down.  This one soft flex caused her pumped up mega muscles to slowly tense and form into a pillar of ultimate female might, rippling forward and outward in an incredible display of elegance and power.  Her overstrained boot could take no more and popped open, draping down to her foot and exposing her beautiful detailed diamond calf that was nine inches across and nearly as thick.  Wonder Woman twisted her foot around, jutting the huge muscle up and down seemingly bigger with every flex.  She pulled her eyes off her calf and looked seductively down at the nearly drooling Superman.

“So, do you like it when I pump my muscles up bigger than yours?  Bigger than anyone in the League.”

Smiling as Superman cleared his throat, searching for a response, Wonder Woman continued.

“Hmm, no answer just yet?  That’s alright.  I’m just getting started.  If you like my calf, how about my thighs?  They were always athletic, but now.”

Wonder Woman shook her right thigh slowly and the massive muscles danced from one side to the next.  Superman’s head followed the rhythmic display.  Humming gently, Wonder Woman stopped abruptly and flexed down hard, audibly expanding her thigh into a dense array of thick cords that pushed away from her hip and hung ominously over her knee.  Superman gasped at the sheer size, thickness and incredible curvature of the most perfectly muscular thigh he had ever seen.  Finishing her thought Wonder Woman battered her eyes slowly.

“My thighs are bulging, muscle laden mounds of raw female might, Clark.  They’re coursing with strength, flowing with power.”

Transitioning smoothly upward, Wonder Woman swayed her hips, rolling her densely packed, insanely separated abdominals back and forth against her proportionally narrow waist, pulling Superman’s dumbfounded gaze upward.

“And what about these abs?  Feels like more than just a six pack to me.  Of course I can’t really see my stomach very well right now.”

Driving her point home, she smoothly began to pulse her chest on either side, pulling up her right breast and then her left, each time pushing them out further as she continued to add layers of striated pectorals to her massive chest.  Wonder Woman’s display was causing Superman to gurgle, which wasn’t lost on Wonder Woman who crinkled her nose at Superman.

“Quite a heroic chest don’t you think?  Plenty of muscle and strength to be sure.  Feels like I could bench press an aircraft carrier.  Or perhaps something really heavy.”

Superman let out another almost painful sigh.  Bench press an aircraft carrier?  Or something more?  His mind raced with thoughts of what Wonder Woman could bench press.  Or crush between her massive, heaving breasts.  His heart skipped a beat at the thought.  Wonder Woman nodded her head, realizing that Superman was slowly being overwhelmed.  No need to slow down then.  Pulling both arms back up, she tensed her left fist and looked down at Superman playfully.

“No sense in having just one gauntlet, hmm?”

Wonder Woman turned her head quickly to the left, flipping her long, deep dark hair across her right shoulder, causing the silky strands to cascaded down her right breast, falling gently to the side and into her deep, muscle laden cleavage.  Superman’s pulse quickened once again.  Seeing her set herself into a double bicep pose brought him back to reality for a moment.  The strength contest was anything but a contest.  It was a clear declaration of superiority.  Wonder Woman was easily more powerful than he was now.  So much so that he could not yet comprehend the shear might at her disposal.  And she was flexing up muscles so big, so round and so perfectly feminine that his breath picked up pace with his heartbeat.  He looked back up at Wonder Woman with both desire and awe as he heard the familiar sound of unbreakable metal being torn asunder.

With only a few flexes, Wonder Woman destroyed her other gauntlet of victory and the pieces bounced on the ground a few times before coming to rest.  Superman looked with nervous anticipation at Wonder Woman’s left arm, now flexed up to match the bulging mass residing on her right arm.  Just how big could she flex her biceps?  Just how big could she flex up all of her muscles?

He wouldn’t have to wait long to find out.

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Lovely little piece.  Wonder what she'll look like when she's finished.  😉

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Nicely done.  I liked the subtle coloring on the second one.  Great stuff.

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