It's Amy's Turn, Part 2
By GBM
The daughter of Ultra Man comes into her power


Ultra Man walked over to the computer laser area. He was still in shock from
watching his little 14-year old girl bench press 100 times his best lift. She
had just pressed 1 billion pounds for ten repetitions! Her body had grown big
with super dense muscles that were accented when she crushed her chest into an
indestructible block of ultra metal. He was supposed to the strongest, biggest
and toughest man in the galaxy. Nobody had ever bested him. Now he was getting
beaten by his blonde haired, blue eyed, 5 foot 4 inch daughter. The fact that
she was practically naked should have sent him into a fit of anger, but he was
still calculating how to counter her power. After outlifting him, she had
challenged him to a size contest. He was still bigger than she was and he
could flex up some big, intimidating muscles. Perhaps he could regain the
upper hand long enough to figure a way out of this.

Ultra Man turned on the laser computer. It booted up shortly and greeted him.

"Good evening Ultra Man. What would like to measure today?"

Ultra Man looked over his shoulder. His daughter Amy had grabbed a towel and
was wiping the sweat off of her face. The huge lifts were definitely a strain
on her body, but she recovered each time almost immediately and was able to
increase her weight see lifted each time. The machine had stopped at 1 billion
pounds, but she could have lifted more. He hadn't bothered to mention the
override device on the machine. He was afraid to. Walking into the squared off
area, Ultra Man looked back at the computer.

"We'll be doing some size measurements of me and..." Ultra Man could hardly
get it out.

Amy walked into the area, giggled, and finished his sentence for him.

"His daughter Amy."

The computer did a quick scan of both of them and responded.

"Very good. Welcome Ultra Man and Amy. Which body part would you like to start
with?"

Ultra Man looked at Amy, who shrugged her large shoulders. He sighed. Trying
to psyche himself back up Ultra Man spoke with more authority.

"Let's do a quick run down. Measure each calf, each thigh, both of our chests
and each bicep." Looking back at Amy, he gave her an order. "Amy, flex like I
do."

With that, Ultra Man went into a relaxed classic double bicep pose with his
right leg pushed forward into a flex. Amy simply nodded her head and watching
her dad, did the same. If they were to ever enter a mixed bodybuilding
contest, they would win hands down. While Ultra Man still had on his spandex
shorts that went half way down his thigh and his calf high boots on, his
muscles still shown through. He flexed his bare chest for added effect. Not
that he was blowing away his daughter, who flexed up some very impressive
muscles of her own, including two large, firm breasts that melded into her
massive pectoral muscles. Her body looked like a smaller version of his, but
with defined feminine curves. They were both very good looking to boot, with
clear, sharply defined features often found in fashion advertisements. Both
casually set into their poses and the computer ran down their measurements.

"The results for Ultra Man are as follows. Left calf, 26.1 inches. Right calf,
26.4 inches. Left thigh, 40.5 inches. Right thigh, 42.2 inches. Chest, 62.3
inches. Left bicep, 28.2 inches. Right bicep, 28.4 inches." The computer
paused for a moment.

"The results for Amy are as follows. Left calf, 21.9 inches. Right calf, 22.2
inches. Left thigh, 35.0 inches. Right thigh, 35.2 inches. Chest, 52 inches.
Left bicep, 23.8 inches. Right bicep, 23.8 inches."

Ultra Man relaxed his pose and Amy followed suit.

"So, it seems I'm bigger already. Allow me to flex up my calves to some
serious proportions." Ultra Man then looked over at the computer. "Computer,
measure Ultra Man's right calf only, and keep the measurements to the nearest
inch."

Amy simply looked on while the computer set itself. She ignored the fact that
he was bigger right now, because she was amazed as to how big SHE was. A 52
inch chest! Holy cow! And 24 inch biceps! Awesome! But she also knew that her
dad could flex up bigger muscles. She had seen it before. And she wasn't yet
sure how she was going to flex up bigger muscles.

Ultra Man looked down and pressed his right foot hard. His calf flexed back
up, this time a little bigger. The computer responded with 27 inches. He then
concentrated and pushed harder. His calf flared outward as the computer read
off the readings, stopping at 36 inches. He then shifted a little and tensed
his jaw. The calf swelled upward and stopped at 42 inches. His other calf had
swelled also and his thighs looked bigger. He actually looked bigger overall.
Ultra Man let out a grunt.

"42 inches. Not bad." He was once again feeling like his superior self. Ultra
Man gave Amy a smug look. "Your turn."

Amy responded with a quizzical look. "How do you flex up your muscles like
that?"

Ultra Man snorted. "You're the one who just went from a small girl to a huge
bodybuilder. I should be the one asking you. Now move it along."

Amy smiled. She had just crushed him in the bench press and now that he was
flexing up big muscles he was showing his true colors again. If only she could
crush him here too. Letting out a deep breath, Amy talked to the computer.

"Computer. Measure Amy's right calf, but don't announce the size until it
reaches 42 inches."

Ultra Man was about to say something, but thought better of it. There was no
way her frame could flex up 42 inch calves. It simply couldn't be done.

Amy smiled at her dad and copied his movements. Her thick, sexy legs bulged
forth. The large muscle size was accented by her small girl joints and feet.
Amy lifted up her bare foot daintily and placed her toes lightly on the metal
floor. Her thick calf bulged forward into a perfect heart shaped muscle. Then,
looking at her father, she pressed down and flexed. The familiar warmth rushed
through her body. She looked back down at her lower leg and focussed her
strength into her right calf. Like a scene out of science fiction movie her
calf tensed, surged on either side, then started growing at an alarming rate.
Amy moaned with pleasure as the rest of her frame expanded a little as her
calf blew outward. As it continued to swell bigger Ultra Man's superiority was
once again waning. How could she be doing this? Where was it coming from?
Before he could come up with an answer, his thoughts were interrupted by the
sound of the computer.

"42 inches, 43 inches, 44 inches."

The announcement from the computer woke Amy from her trance and she slowed her
incredible growth. Stopping only because she wanted to, she allowed her calf
to halt its growth at 48 inches.

48 inches! Her calf was four feet around! Amy giggled. Twisting her foot
around to show off, the huge mass jutted back and forth. Her calf looking much
bigger than his, since it was on a smaller frame. Amy could feel the strength
it held and taste the power inside. Amy licked her lips, placed her foot down
on the ground, and looked over at her slumping dad.

"It looks like I win again," chuckled Amy. She was having a hard time keeping
from laughing. "Go ahead and flex your thigh."

Ultra Man shook his head. He really didn't want to continue, but felt he had
to. There had be something he could win at. Looking back at the computer,
Ultra Man stepped forward and in a less confident voice gave his order.

"Computer. Measure Ultra Man's right thigh."

Twisting his right thigh he pushed his massive leg forward as the computer
called out 48 inches. He let out a breath. 48 inches was pretty big, but his
14 year old daughter had just flexed her calves to that dimension. Shaking his
head, Ultra Man regained his concentration and powered up his thigh. The large
mass pushed forward, veins popped up and the most powerful thigh in the
universe continued to flex up until it was 64 inches around. That was his
daughter's height! Pretty damn big! He released his pose and looked over at
Amy who had been watching intently.

"Are you done?"

Ultra Man was a little peeved. "Yes, I'm done!"

Amy ignored his tone. "OK then. Computer, measure Amy's right thigh. And don't
announce the size until it reaches 64 inches." Amy turned toward her dad and
gave HIM a smug look. He simply sighed.

Shaking her large thigh back and forth, the muscles rhythmically pushed from
side to side. Stopping to gather her strength, Amy then tensed her leg and it
ground into a huge, ripped mass of female beef. The thigh swept from its
massive top near her hip to a perfect teardrop shape above her small knee. It
was huge, but definitely feminine. Amy once again concentrated and pushed down
harder. Her thigh responded with slow, proportional growth as she tensed and
untensed the huge muscle. Then, like a balloon, her thigh started swelling
faster. Amy once again moaned from the pleasure she was receiving from the
growth. Ultra Man could hardly believe what he was seeing. She was doing it
again! The thick muscle mass continued to grow. Veins were lightly dancing to
the surface when her trance was once again interrupted by the sound of the
computer.

"64 inches, 65 inches, 66 inches, 67 inches, 68 inches, 70 inches."

The computer could hardly keep up with her expansion. Amy kept the growth
going until the thigh was an incredible 76 inches around. Her thigh was as big
around as her father's height! She had matched his feat in reverse! Looking
back at her wide eyed Ultra dad Amy once again contained her laughter will a
small giggle.

"Is that big enough for you?"

Big enough? Her thigh was gigantic. He looked up to her angelic face and back
down to her massive legs. They just didn't seem to go together. But there they
were. How on earth would he be able to defeat her?

"Um, yeah, I guess it is."

Amy smiled at him. His renewed confidence was slowly being lost. This was
definitely her day! Nodding her head in agreement she released her flex and
her thigh reduced a bit.

"OK Dad, time to flex up your chest."

Ultra Man inhaled and let out a deep breath. His chest was already large. He
knew he could make it bigger, but he wasn't so sure that he wanted to see his
daughter's chest flex bigger than his. That would be hard to take. But he once
again knew he had no choice.

"Computer. Measure Ultra Man's chest."

The computer responded and started at 66 inches. It wasn't even as big as his
young daughter's thigh! Sucking in some more breath Ultra Man tensed his
chest, back and trapezoids hard and they started to expand. His chest pushed
past 76 inches, then onward to 80 inches. His back and chest were swelling to
record proportions. He could finally go no further as his chest stopped at 96
inches. 8 feet around! His confidence returned with the adrenaline rush. He
looked over at his daughter who seemed impressed.

"There! That ought to do it!"

Amy gave him a small smile. "We'll see." Once again knowing the size she had
to match Amy ordered the computer to take her measurements once it reached 96
inches. She then took in her own breath. This was going to take some serious
flexing. She looked down at her large chest. Her massive pectorals and
beautiful breasts already stuck out proudly. Her nipples pointed straight
ahead. Resisting the urge to reach out and touch her chest, Amy repeated her
father's flex by pushing her large arms down to her side and flexing hard. She
was once again rewarded with a rush of warm power that quickly transferred
into more fantastic muscle growth. Her back swelled up with incredible slabs
of young girl power, expanding in every direction. Her chest pulsed and then
pushed outward, her dense cleavage quickly passing 18 inches! Massive
pectorals surged forward melding perfectly with her huge muscle filled
breasts. Her bloated nipples were now pushing upward! Amy could hardly contain
herself. Her chest and back grew bigger and sexier with every second until the
computer once again called out the magic number. 96 inches. Ultra Man hung his
head. Amy gritted her teeth. The energy she felt was giving her a power trip.

"8 feet around? Hah! Watch this!"

She then redoubled her efforts as the computer tried to keep up.

"100 inches, 104 inches, 110 inches, 118 inches, 126 inches."

She blew past 10 feet as her chest reached up to touch her chin. Two
basketball sized orbs pushed larger, stronger, denser! 134 inches, 140 inches!
Small veins appeared all along her chest, pumping impossible power into Amy's
super muscles! She was unbeatable! She was unstoppable!

Before the expansion would obscure her view of her shocked father, she slowed
the growth and it stopped as her measurements reached 144 inches. 12 feet
around! Half again as big as the all powerful Ultra Man. Huge, sexy, feminine
muscles surged and flexed everywhere. Sweat was once again dripping all over
her amazing, sexy body. Looking up at her not so super looking dad, Amy
repeated his statement in a mocking tone.

"There! That ought to do it!"

Ultra Man was furious but had nothing to say. She was not just beating him,
she was starting to humiliate him. He didn't know how much more he could take.

Releasing her flex once again, her humongous chest reduced to a more practical
size. She batted her eyes and calmly made fun of her fuming father.

"I win again. Wow! Only one muscle left, let's see what you've got."

Ultra Man's anger was about to boil over, and his tone showed it.

"COMPUTER, measure Ultra Man's right bicep!"

Amy simply took a few steps back and allowed her father to flex up his arm. It
quickly climbed to 30 inches of masculine muscular power. Pushing his anger
into his flex it surged and grew with thick veins pulsing everywhere. It
continued to expand as the computer read out larger numbers. His arm shook
from the intensity of his flex and stopped at 51 inches. Realizing he could
get no bigger he released his flex. Sweat had formed on his brow and he was
breathing hard. Amy was enjoying his misery.

"OK Dad, I guess it's my turn again. Computer, measure Amy's right bicep."

This time she didn't put in the qualifier. She wanted every inch announced.

Twisting her massive feminine body a little Amy shook her right arm, formed
her small right hand into a fist, brought her arm up parallel with the floor
and tensed her arm. Thick sensual muscles bulged from her tight forearm down
her extended bicep and around her thick, ripped tricep. Amy slowly brought her
fist up until her forearm was at a 90 degree angle. She then casually flexed
her bicep and a small mountain ground into shape. It was thick, it was dense,
it was perfectly split and it had a defined peak. It was the biggest, sexiest,
female bicep every flexed. And it was about to get bigger.

The computer read off 26 inches. Amy smiled. She was going to enjoy this. If
there was one thing her father liked to do to show his dominance, it was to
flex up his arm. He'd been doing it since she could remember. If she could
out-flex him here, he would be humiliated. Amy licked her lips seductively,
brought her fist away from her body, tensed her fist a little harder, then
quickly brought her forearm as close to her shoulder as her bicep would allow,
flexing down hard with a little girl grunt. The bicep quivered, pulsed and
started to expand. The computer quickly read off the dimensions as her bicep
pushed upward. 27 inches, 28 inches, 29 inches, 30 inches. Amy could feel the
familiar warmth and power rush through her body and into her arm. She could
have increased her growth rate, but wanted to milk it to show her father who
the super powerful one was. The computer continued its readings. 38 inches, 39
inches, 40 inches, 41 inches. She looked over at her father, who looked like a
volcano ready to erupt. As her bicep pushed past 45 inches, her forearm was
getting pushed back toward 90 degrees. Amy's bicep was as big a soccer ball,
and expanding! When her bicep reached 50 inches of raw female might Amy winked
at her father and blew him a kiss. She was ready to pass him up.

But she wasn't ready for her father's anger to boil over. No longer containing
his frustration, Ultra Man lunged forward and placed both of his large
powerful hands on the top of Amy's bicep.

"You will not out flex my arm!"

Amy was surprised by her father's outburst and was a little scared. She had
been a powerful girl for short period of time. Years of experience told her
that when her father got mad, she had better obey. But times were different.

Amy lost her concentration as Ultra Man successfully pushed down on her arm.
She stopped tensing her bicep. Amy leaned over from the pressure, but she
didn't release her pose. The computer read off the reducing numbers, able to
measure around Ultra Man's form. 48 inches, 46 inches, 44 inches. Amy winced
under her father's mighty grip, but quickly regained her composure. So he
wanted to play a power game. This would prove interesting. Shifting her right
foot her leg tensed into a tree-trunk of power. Amy tensed her jaw, twisted
her body, and began to push back up against her father. He was taller and had
better leverage, but Amy was slowly proving who had the power now. Ultra Man's
muscles flared under the stain as he tried to push his daughter's arm to the
ground. It was Amy's right arm against Ultra Man's entire body. It should be
no contest. Ultra Man was the ultimate man. Amy was a 14 year old girl. But
somehow they were at a deadlock.

Sweat dripped down her cheek as Amy refocused her power. Ultra Man let out a
yell as he pushed down with all of his might. But it was not enough. His naked
little fireball was pushing her way back up until she was standing tall once
again! He was losing his leverage, but continued to apply his pressure. Amy
sucked in some air and when she exhaled, started flexing her bicep once again.
To Ultra Man's horror the computer once again started reading expanding
numbers. 45 inches, 46 inches, 47 inches. Her rising bicep alone was out
powering the most powerful man in the universe. Impossible! Ultra Man tried to
push down harder, but as her bicep continued to rise he couldn't apply any
more pressure. He locked his arms and stood on his toes and gave it everything
he had. Amy was shaking a bit as she fought her dad's strength, but was
starting to feel in control. She would show him who the most powerful GIRL in
the galaxy was! Smiling through the tension she flexed even harder. Her bicep
responded with more growth! She was definitely winning! 48 inches, 49 inches,
50 inches. This time she didn't slow down. 51 inches, 52 inches! Bigger than
her Dad! With more power than his entire body! Bigger! Thicker! Stronger! She
continued to push her bicep higher. 53 inches, 54 inches, 56 inches, 58
inches, 60 inches, 62 inches, 64 inches! As big around as her height!
Unbelievable!

As the bicep past 66 inches, Ultra Man's feet could no longer stay on the
floor. It was a sight that no one would ever believe. Ultra Man's teenage
daughter was holding him in the air with a bicep bigger than any that had ever
been flexed before. Ultra Man hung in the air for a moment. Amy finally
laughed, causing her growth to halt for a moment. Ultra Man soon lost his
balance and slipped off her arm and landed back on the floor, defeated. Ultra
Man was momentarily spent. He looked at his angelic daughter, who's smile was
a mile wide, then back at the huge bicep that was bigger than his head. He had
lost all sense of reality. He grunted and took a few steps back to take in his
daughter's hyper muscular body.

Amy's smile receded for a moment and she turned her head to look straight at
her huge arm.

"Pretty big, huh?"

Ultra Man swallowed, then sighed. "Yeah, pretty big."

Amy looked back at her dad. "But not big enough!" She tensed her fist once
again and flexed down hard. The computer quickly responded with new, unheard
of measurements.

"68 inches, 69 inches, 70 inches, 72 inches, 74 inches, 76 inches."

Her bicep was now as big around as her dad's height! Ultra Man's anger was
returning. His daughter was not content just to beat him, but was set on
humiliating him. But he could only stand and watch with a sense of hostility
and awe.

Amy was back into her own world. As her bicep continued to soar upward, she
now understood the sense of dominance it conveyed. To flex up biceps bigger
than anyone! That was power!

Wanting to see how high she could go, Amy continued to rush more power into
her bloated, ripped, vein covered tower of might. Passing 80 inches, it was
quickly taking the look of a mountain peak. 82 inches, 85 inches, 88 inches,
92 inches, 96 unattainable inches! Her bicep was the same size as her dad's
flexed out chest! Good grief!

Finally slowing the growth the computer read 99 inches, 100 inches, 101
inches, and finally, incredibly 102 inches! Eight and half feet around! It
towered above her head. Ultra Man had to look up to see the peak! It was twice
as big around as her father's best and biggest flex and held more power than
her father's entire body!

Holding it for a moment longer, Amy resumed her taunting.

"I have just out-flexed your arm! Not only that, but I have just out-flexed
you arm by twice your best! I win!"

Ultra Man's anger was rising, but he held it back. Before it boiled over
again, Amy released her flex and cocked her head to one side, once again
looking like his young daughter instead of a young dominatrix.

"Dad, when you were lifting weights, why didn't you flex up a bigger chest?"

Ultra Man was taken aback by her change in topic.

"Uh, well, it's because it doesn't matter. My muscles may get bigger, but the
density remains proportional."

Amy returned his response with a curious look. Ultra Man looked back over to
the computer. He wasn't sure why he was giving his daughter this information.
Very few people knew this. Most just figured that it was impractical to have
over inflated muscles in a fight.

"Computer, measure Ultra Man's right bicep."

Ultra Man flexed back up his bicep. The computer read off 29 inches.

"Computer, set the density at 100% for this size and read off both size and
density."

Ultra Man held his flex and waited for the computer to catch up. It then
responded.

"29 inches and 100% density."

Concentrating once again, Ultra Man flexed up his arm. As it grew, the
computer read off the statistics.

"30 inches, 97% density. 31 inches, 94% density." The computer continued until
he reached 40 inches. "40 inches, 72% density." Ultra Man released his flex
and looked back at Amy.

"See, even though it's bigger, it's not any stronger."

Amy thought for a moment. She sure felt stronger when she got bigger. Maybe it
really was just a feeling. Having reduced back down herself, she looked back
at her dad.

"I see. Let me try. Computer, measure Amy's right bicep and set the density
for 100%."

Amy flexed her bicep back up.

"25 inches, 100% density."

Amy increased the pressure and her bicep once again responded. The growth
didn't surprise Amy or Ultra Man. But the readings sure did.

"26 inches, 100% density. 27 inches, 100% density. 28 inches, 100% density. 30
inches, 100% density."

Amy smiled. She was showing her father up again and up until now, wasn't even
aware that it was possible. She knew what the readings meant. Unlike her dad,
when her muscles got bigger, she must get stronger! She was a goddess among
men! Heck, she was practically a goddess among supermen! Stopping at 36
inches, Amy released her flex. She then looked back at the bench press
machine. It was still set for half a million tons. Her dad followed her gaze.
"Oh, no, not again," was all he could think. Amy looked back at the computer
for a moment.

"Computer, follow Amy to the bench press area and read off the size of my
right bicep once I grip the bar."

Amy then walked over to the bench press area and casually kicked the ruined
bench out of the way. It noisily bounced up against a large motor. She looked
at the bar. It had a slight indentation from her small hands from her last
press. Reaching under the bar, she gripped it with both hands. Taking in a
deep breath and setting her small feet apart, Amy flexed up her thighs and
they once again responded with thick, curvaceous, ripped muscles. Arching her
broad lats back she pulled the bar off the pedestal and it quickly dropped to
arm's length and touched her growing thighs. She then stood straight up,
accepting the incredible weight. Her body quivered for a moment, but soon
steadied. Taking in another breath, Amy began to pull up the weight in an
attempt to curl 1 billion pounds. Ultra Man could not believe it. There is no
way she could be this strong. His best curl was 1600 tons and here she was
attempting to curl 500,000 tons. She cannot be over 300 times as strong as
Ultra Man.

But Amy had other ideas. She began to pull and tug. Her small fingers once
again made indentations into the ultra metal. And then her biceps once again
started to grow under the strain. The computer read off her bicep measurements
in large chunks. 32 inches, 36 inches, 40 inches, 45 inches, 50 inches. Veins
began to surface all along her arm, up her massive shoulders and down her
incredible chest. Her arms began shaking under the strain. Amy bit her lower
lip. As her bicep ballooned past 60 inches the six inch thick ultra metal bar
started slowly moving toward her basketball sized breasts of steel. Amy would
not be denied! Her power was unstoppable! Her biceps expanded to 66 inches
just as the bar moved to its apex. She had done it! She had curled 1 billion
pounds! Her massive forearm slammed into her now 68 inch biceps. Smiling
though the strain, Amy allowed the bar to move back down again. Puffing her
chest out to obscene proportions, Amy screamed as she performed another curl.
Her biceps slowing their growth as the computer called out 70 inches. Her legs
had expanded and were covered with power pumping veins. Her glutes had
enlarged to the point of turning her shorts into a thong. And they too were
large and ripped. There wasn't any part of her body that wasn't covered with
massive, ripped powerful muscles. Hundreds of times stronger than any super
powered being! More massive than any two of them! And more beautiful than
anyone alive. As she curled a third time she assessed the weight. Still large,
still massive, but more manageable. Was their any end to her strength? Her
forth repetition was quickly followed by her fifth. One billion pounds! For
reps! Each curl was ended with a sexy grunt from the formerly thin teenage
dynamo. Her biceps held at 70 incredible inches. The repetitions now came
quicker. Five, six, seven, eight, nine! At the tenth rep she held it for a
moment. Her biceps bulging ominously under the incredible strain. She looked
over at her dad, gave him a kiss, and racked the massive weight back on the
pedestal with a loud clang. Ultra Man seethed in silence.

Letting out a sigh her muscles receded. She grabbed another towel to wipe off
the sweat from her incredible body. Toweling off her hair she sauntered over
toward her father and looked up at him.

"Well, since I've won the strength and size contest it looks like I can go out
with my friends."

Ultra Man was back to near raging.

"I don't care what you just did! My daughter will follow my rules!"

Amy gave him a small smile.

"Then it looks like we'll have to fight to see who's in control. If I win,
there are going to be some new rules."

Ultra Man was blinded by rage, ignoring the fact that his little girl was
hundreds of times stronger than he was. Pointing to the matted area in the
corner Ultra Man gave Amy a harsh look.

"Over there! It's time I put you in your place!"

Amy's arrogance from her first two wins came back out.

"It's your funeral, old man."

She then turned her back to him and walked over toward the mat.

The fight was on!

End part 2