Supergirl By Morphinman

Looking in the mirror Cindy could not believe her eyes. She had worked hard
to build her body for the last year in preparation for her role as Supergirl
in the upcoming Paramount film. But her results amazed even her own eyes as
she gazed upon her body in the mirror. Her massive 32" thighs were corded in
rippling muscle that writhed with every movement rippled under her white
dress. The dress, which would have swallowed her trim body a year ago, now
looked as if it were painted on.
She reached for her collar to unbutton the front and heard the familiar
creaking of threads being stretched to the breaking point by her bent
swelling arms. "Relax" she told herself as she struggled to not flex her 22"
relaxed bicep. There will be plenty of time later for flexing, she thought.
She managed to get the dress unbuttoned without ripping it to shreds (like
last time) and sighed in relief. She pulled the dress open and admired her
figure in the mirror.
Standing in her reflection was the most massively muscled 16 year
old to ever live. Her bent (and 26" relaxed) arms were stretching the
sleeves to the breaking point. Her tanned thighs protruded from the dress
below a striking red and blue Supergirl suit that she had made. (The outfit
provided by the studio had ripped into shreds the first time that she flexed
in it, so she had had to make her own costume. After trying hundreds of
yards of cloth, she had managed to find some that would cling to her
voluptuous 42D bust, 22" waist and 34" hips while withstanding the movements
of her body.)
Moving slowly and deliberately to keep her expansion in check, she
removed her arms from the sleeve of the dress. She almost made it
when a tug too hard tore the heavy cotton fabric like wet tissue paper.
Shards of dress hung from her wrist. Damn... not another she thought. Good
thing this film pays well.
She relaxed her entire body, which seemed to swell larger in response. Now
for a workout, she thought. She picked up a dumbbell loaded with two 45 lb
plates at each end. The 100 lb weight would have been a struggle for her to
lift a year ago, but now was like a roll of paper towels to her. Peeling the
weights off the ends, she grasped the bar at crotch height and tried to bend
it. Ugh..ugh.. this.. is.. hard.. she muttered. But the bar slowly bent in
two, screaming in protest as her now swelling arms overpowered the
inch-thick steel. She smiled as she admired her reflection in the mirror,
knowing that she had just exerted over 20 times the strength of the world's
strongest man.

Under the blue sleeves, immense horseshoe size triceps jutted up,
threatening to tear through her sleeve. She dropped the bar and brought her
hand up over the tricep. She pushed in, trying to dent the tensed muscle but
found even her own finger strength inadequate to the task.
Looking around the room she saw hundreds of pounds of weights but nothing
that looked like it would give her a real workout. She stepped into her
front yard, and looked around to make sure no one was watching. She spied
the huge decorative boulder at the corner of her lot. The rock was over 4
feet in diameter and weighed over 2 tons. She thought "Can i lift that huge
thing? Only one way to find out!" She placed her left hand under the rock to
begin to pry it up. To her surprise the boulder came off the ground ! She
stood up, stunned by the sight of her delicate hand supporting the massive
boulder as if it were a basketball.

"Damn ! I am strong" she thought. She hefted the rock up and down a few
times and tossed it over her shoulder absentmindedly. The rock sailed over
her house, clearing the roof by inches, and landed in the back yard. "Ooops
, I don't know my own strength" she giggled aloud.
At the sound of the impact, her next door neighbor Rick came running out of
his house.
"What happened.. are you OK. Jeez !".
Cindy realized that her hunky neighbor has not seen her since she had been
working out, since he traveled a lot on business.
"Cindy, you look great ! Are those muscles for real?"
"Sure Rick. Wanna feel ?"
Rick gulped, as he realized this beautiful young woman was starting to come
on to him. "Okay".
Rick placed his hands around her arm (or as much as he could reach), which
was still limp at her side. "Hang on" Cindy laughed as she flexed her arm.
The upward motion lifted Rick completely off the ground, as her peak rose
like an elevator car. Rick dangled helplessly for several seconds before
dropping to the ground.
"Wow.. that's great !" Rick said. "Are you as strong as you look ?"
"Stronger !" Cindy giggled. Placing one hand behind Rick's shoulder and the
other in his belt she lifted him a foot into the air. Rick instinctively put
his hand on her ass but found it hard as marble, too hard to grab for any
support.
"Don't hurt yourself " Rick pleaded, but Cindy just laughed. "I could hold
you like this all day. See ?" and she hefted his 170 lb body up and down a
few times to show that his weight was totally inconsequential to her.
Cindy remembered with fondness the first man she had lifted. It was 11
months ago at the gym. One smart aleck at the gym had made a comment about
the "steroid filled amazon" and had next found himself held upside down
draped over her shoulder like a coat. Hearing his cries for mercy, she only
tossed him 30 feet across the gym to land on a pile of wrestling mats. He
realized the damage she could have done and steered clear of her after that.
Not everyone was so wise. Only last week another brain donor tried to feel
her up. She picked him up over her head, gave him a warning and threw him
into the wall. Both he and the wall had needed major repairs.
But Cindy had many fond memories of that gym. She remembered her first
challenge, shortly after joinng the gym a year ago. She was strong even then
but had not begun to fully develop her current muscle. One of the fitness
types at the gym challenged Cindy to armwrestle. She tried to back out once
Cindy removed her sweats, revealing her thick muscled arms. But Cindy
taunted her and the girl relented.
First Cindy toyed with her, letting the poor girl admire the bulging arm
that was about to take her down. "My God..look..at your..arm.." her opponent
grunted. Cindy smirked and tensed her bicep to its full size. The previously
thick arm exploded like a volcano, tearing apart the sleeve of her black
cotton top. Suddenly Cindy slammed her arm to the table. There was a loud
crack. Cindy thought she had broken the girl's arm, from the sound and pain
on the girl's gface. But it had only been the table top cracking from the
impact. The girl nursed her limp arm and wandered off to cry.
But Cindy was at the gym to work out, not show off. She was determined to
win the part of Supergirl in the upcoming film. She knew her genes would
allow her to grow tremendous strength and muscle as her mother had done. She
just needed to train. And she did. The men at the men marvelled at her
determination, as Cindy spent 12 hours a day at the gym. The weights she
used became mind boggling as her strength surpassed even the biggest male
bodybuilders at the gym. Her curls with 1100 lbs set a gym record over twice
that of the strongest male. She had not wanted to embarrass them by telling
them she could have easily done reps with that weight with just one hand !
Her workouts began to draw crowds, as the men fought to even watch her tape
up in preparation for lifting.
Her glowers did not discourage them, though they gave her all the room she
needed for her workouts. If they got too close or too noisy she would bend
the weight bar she was lifting, sending a screeching noise through the gym-
her "back off" signal".
Soon her muscles began to surpass even the biggest of the men. She would
wear a sleeveless blue skin tight top, akin to the Supergirl costume she
would someday wear, and pump her arms to unreal dimensions.
Her expansion became legendary. Once she was taunted into hitting a crab
pose while still wearing her leotard. The poor black leoatard exploded off
her arms with a r-r-i-i-p-p as she hit the pose. The men cheered and she
smiled in appreciation.
Soon she learned to buy larger clothes that could tolerate her massive
build. She even found tee shirts that could withstand her flexes, flexes
that were becoming more frequent as people noticed her development.
As she approached the level she wanted for her audition, she began to
fantasize about the fame she might achieve. Maybe her face and body would
adorn the Supergirl comics ?
Or she might set a new standard for beauty in films as a cover girl ?
Only time would tell...