Dina Crushes Superman

This is another example of the writing I'm gathering together from writing.com. This little vignette involves a red kryptonite crazed superman having been defeated by a young woman who was amplified once again by Dennis' magic camera. She's already nearly knocked him out, and has him dangling on her bicep:

Feeling  the man of steel go completely limp everywhere but one spot  while  dangling on her arm, Dinah grinned "ooh, baby!" and tensed her biceps  even more, adding feet of singularity crushing muscle with each squeeze.
"These big......" squeezing harder, her skin stretched and bulged....
"bulging......" groaning and towering more and more as veins throbbed over thinner veins.....
"biceps....." with an obscene "shrip" another peak exploded from her muscles like some blooming onion under her skin.

With a low moan she licked it.  Dinah squeezed again, straining her own  indestructible skin as her colossal heaps of muscle shredded and split  as they multiplied; razor sharp definition cut the glistening tan of her  skin - she had more than doubled already insane mass, in fact she had  flexed her biceps to 360 inches around!

"These muscles are making you hard, I can feel it.....mmmm.  Muscle -so much muscle: I know it's making you want to cum".
She flexed hard.
With her next tense he was tossed several feet by her bicep, and caught  by it's expansion before he could even fall - Superman was almost  unconscious, but his dick was throbbing wantonly, his balls clenching at  the sheer insanity of its mass - Superman could actually feel it's  gravity crushing him!

"Cum for me you little bitch, cum on this bicep that's bigger than your entire body.... much bigger"  

The crowd was slack jawed as the shadow of her awesome body seemed to  blot out the sun - her arm was now  easily 720 inches - SIXTY FEET  AROUND.  Just her bicep -not even including her stacks of volcanic  basalt stretched with skin that she would call mostly relaxed triceps  that had driven themselves deep into the ground beneath her - Dina's  bicep alone was over TWELVE FEET TALL - almost three times as tall as  she was from head to toe, and almost twice the size of Superman.

The man of steel; the last son of Krypton; the worlds greatest  super-hero - he dangled helplessly from her muscles humping and moaning  pathetically.

"I know how I'll make you cum so hard it'll kill you - I'll tell you a  little secret and you'll cum on command"  She dropped her voice to a  whisper and arched her back.
Her pecs bulged in shredded heaps the size of multiple bails of hay  wrapped in bridge cables, huge breasts capping her insane muscles with  even more muscle, like the mammary gland itself was some striated steel  beast straining on top of her flexing pecs - and capping all of that  were ludicrously hard nipples.  

They legitimately seemed to be trying to tear themselves off of her  breasts - her baseball bat sized nipples were stretched so much the  areola were pulled into a vein engorged cone behind them - at the sight  of this Superman blasted his red undies clean off - the force  simultaneously lifted him off her bicep, as the mass of it's gravity  pulled him down -nearly crushing his spine with his own orgasm.

She tsked softly.  "So little control for such a puny man!  and I didn't  even get to tell you my sexy secret . . . . " She swayed her arched  back, her insane pecs stretching twelve feet into the air, then her  swollen breasts another twelve feet, then her nipples five - rippling  and bulging, straining and throbbing.  She licked them with a moan, and  made her biceps twitch frantically up and down, relaxing and flexing,  bigger and bigger, as the humiliated Kryptonian flopped limply as they  bulged.

Fifteen feet tall.

Twenty feet tall.

Twenty five.

Thirty five.

"There little man,  I'm about to flex biceps ten times taller than your  entire body - are you ready?"  Her voice took on a quiet, sexy,  conspiratorial tone.

"And I'm nowhere near half flex . . . . "

Dinah and Superman grunted at the same time, she as she flexed her bicep  with a deep roar that seemed to boom into the heart of the planet, and  he as he came so hard  his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his  spine strained, and he could not seem to stop.

She hit sixty feet

Eighty feet.

One hundred feet tall.

Her body looked like the center-point of some radiating porcupine of  muscles, mass stretching so far beyond her tiny frame it appeared  dwarfed by all the heaps of mass throbbing and bulging in what seemed  like every direction.

One hundred and fifty feet.

Two hundred.

THREE HUNDRED FEET.

By now her nipples were stretched so much the points squeezed everything  behind them to almost bloodlessness, veins so thick and dry her  ludicrous chest resembled some baroque tower carved with trees and  vines.

The man of steel's cum kept flowing, running down her biceps, pooling  between thick veins and striations in a sticky gleaming mess making her  muscles even shinier, wetter - SEXIER.

"That's it baby - I'm about to hit a full....." A deeper rumble hit the  earth, the ground seemed to powder as the crowd felt themselves  physically drawn to her mass, the deep boom seemed like some bass echo  of a saran wrap tear, as a peak ripped out of a peak

"HALF FLEX!"

At this point, me stating that her bicep hit six hundred feet doesn't  mean anything - the statue of liberty is nowhere near that height, it's  bigger than most buildings or monuments.  Your house turned on it's side  wouldn't even make it a fifth of the way - you could stack busses on  top of each other and it would take ten of them to come close.  Saying  her pecs, her biceps, her lats, all of these bulging muscles were bigger  than most building stretching from a woman that's just a little over 4  feet tall is just madness.  Her body is madness, a lunacy of bulging,  rippling, beef harder than singularities, an inverted big bang that  somehow remains contained in silky skin.  Ten feet bigger than the man  of steel is a laughable understatement - even a hundred is ridiculous.   And she's at half flex.  Probably.

Superman, however, literally crushed himself into a still orgasming  fleshy paper against the sheer gravity of her muscles and the insane  force of his blasting penis - by now he is so far beyond dead time might  not be able to catch all the cum spraying from his remains.

Dennis trembled in terror, but he still had the camera.