It's Amy's Turn, Part 5
By GBM
Amy takes on the Power League


Please read Parts 1 through 4 first! No more summaries!

Amy burst through the Power League door with the strength of a Goddess. Any
other door would have exploded away from the frame, but this was no ordinary
door. In fact this was no ordinary building. Built with more ultra metal than
could be found in the rest of the galaxy, the Power League Fortress was the
strongest building ever constructed. Invading battleships had unsuccessfully
tried to destroy it on several occasions. The compressed ultra steel was in
the girders, in the walls and in the domed ceiling. The hall itself wasn't
huge, only comprising about 40,000 square feet, but it served its purpose,
housing the most powerful heroes in the world and throughout the known galaxy.
With the secret of ultra metal controlled by Dr. IQ, the Power League was
doing very well financially also. They had influence over all levels of
government and held the future of any super hero in their sway. The one thing
that they had made sure of was to exclude any women. Once Dr. IQ had invented
the ultra metal and became the ad-hoc president of the League, no more women
were allowed in, even those who deserved it. Without League membership, super
heroes risked being labeled a vigilante and could then be arrested by "true"
League members, for a nominal fee from the government, of course.

Amy had known most of these facts and had pieced the rest of them together
from her dad's computer access. While Dr. IQ was clearly the ringleader, all
of the other members shared his male superiority arrogance.

The door she had opened harshly had compensated for her force and glided to a
stop. Amy looked at the door, impressed by its capability. Looking ahead, she
walked up to the receptionist, who was of course a big-boobed, skinny woman.

"Hi Jessica, I have an appointment with Dr. IQ."

Jessica looked up from the desk and blew on her freshly painted nails.

"Sure, go on in, he's at his console." Jessica hit a button hidden under her
desk that opened another large door. Amy nodded her head and walked through.

It had been a while since Amy had been inside the Power League. Her dad had
brought her inside when she was seven to show her off, but was disappointed
when Dr. IQ told him that she had no super powers. She now wondered why he was
disappointed, since she was a girl and not the son he had hoped for.

Amy looked around. The League remained pretty much as she remembered it. The
walls were metallic, covered with ultra metal. The large beams could be seen
all around the walls. Lights surrounded the top of the walls where they met
the base of the ceiling. Large support girders crossed from one side of the
wall to the other. The ceiling arched upward into a half sphere with smaller
compressed ultra metal beams spider webbed all over. The roof was a single
sheet of two foot thick compressed ultra metal. The building structure was
rightly called a fortress.

Looking around, Amy saw a big table over to one corner where the members
occasionally met. A gym with very large weights was set off toward the back
wall. A tall sculpture of the Power League symbol was in the center of the
building with the familiar shield and the letters P and L inside. Some
cubicles were set up in the far corner, so members could have access to Power
League files and cases. For many superheroes, including her dad, this was
their only job and they relied on the Power League for their income. Amy
turned to her left at the near corner and saw the area where Dr. IQ sat.
Laboratory equipment and the only closed off room in the building were set
behind the desk where Dr. IQ did most of his work on his computer. Sensors and
small cameras were set all around the desk. Dr. IQ was there, focussing on his
screen.

Dr. IQ was a tall, thin, bald man, about 6 foot 2 and 170 pounds. He did not
look like a super hero, but he didn't have to, his intelligence did all the
work. Behind Dr. IQ at a smaller desk was his assistant, Jeff, who was related
to Dr. IQ somehow, but Amy really wasn't sure whether he was a nephew or a son
through an illicit affair. He was only about 18 and looked like a younger
version of Dr. IQ with red hair. Both were wearing lab coats, white shirts,
dark pants and dark shoes, looking every bit the scientists they purported to
be.

Amy took a breath and walked up to the front of the three-foot wall around Dr.
IQ's area. She wanted to play things slow and it took all of her willpower not
to smash through his desk and rip off his arm. Putting on a young girl smile
with an air of innocence Amy cleared her throat.

"Hi, Dr. IQ, how are you today?"

Dr. IQ did not look up. Amy bit her lip. Did he not hear her? Placing her
hands behind her back, she inadvertently thrust her massive chest outward,
stressing her shirt and showing the outlines of her incredible muscles and
contours. Holding her physique at fantastic proportions with 28 inch calves,
48 inch thighs, a 75 inch chest and 32 inch biceps, Amy was bigger than a
heavy weight bodybuilder. With the joints and curves of young girl, her huge
muscles flowed around her body with beauty and elegance. Her arrival had not
gone unnoticed by Jeff, who was giving her a wide-eyed reception, but he had
not left his desk or said anything. Amy looked around and saw a number of
members were mulling around. Just as she was about to say something, Dr. IQ
looked up.

"Yes, Amy, what can I do for you?"

"I'd like to join the Power League! I've come into my power, see!" She then
casually flexed her right arm and her bicep bunched into an impressive round
ball near 33 inches around. Jeff had gotten up from his desk and was walking
toward Dr. IQ. Amy looked at Jeff. "Want to feel it?" Jeff's eyes got big
again and he raised his arm, but Dr. IQ shot him a quick scowl. Jeff dropped
his arm and lowered his head.

Dr. IQ sniffed. "Well I can see that you have acquired big muscles, but I'm
afraid that it takes more than that to become a League member. What does your
dad think about this?"

Amy released her flex and suppressed a laugh. She knew her father hadn't
mentioned anything to the other members. She also wanted to see how quickly
Dr. IQ would try to reject her.

"Oh, my dad doesn't know I'm asking for membership, but I'm sure he wouldn't
disagree with me." She looked around and pointed to the gym. "I'm pretty
strong too, let me show you."

Before Dr. IQ could say anything, Amy was bouncing over to the gym.

She stopped at what looked like a squat machine. The bar had on about 10 tons
of weights. Amy smiled. This should be enough to impress him, but not enough
to worry him. It was perfect. Walking up to the bar, Amy easily lifted the
weight over her head and walked back toward Dr. IQ. Stopping at the same spot
in front of the small wall, Amy curled the weight ten times, causing her large
arms to bulge. The bar touched her massive chest each time as she completed a
curl. Jeff's mouth was now hanging open. He had never seen a girl lift so much
weight or have such a muscular body. As expected, Dr. IQ was not impressed. He
was still in his chair and had his arms folded. Once Amy finished her curls
she held the weight near her bulging thighs and looked back at Dr. IQ.

"See Dr. IQ. I can curl 10 tons for repetitions. I'm pretty strong."

Dr. IQ remained stone-faced. "Yes Amy, I can see that, but it hardly shows
that you should be part of the League. Why don't you come back when you're an
adult?" He then unfolded his arms and looked back at his computer screen,
effectively giving Amy the brush off. Amy returned his dismissal with a frown.
She moved her hands to the front of the bar, held the large weight in front of
her and slowly bent the bar. The two inch diameter bar screeched as she easily
twisted it in half until the weights on either end touched each other with a
thud. She release the weight with her left hand and held the 10 tons above her
head with one hand. Dr. IQ had ignored her strength feat, but Jeff had
noticed.

"Uh Dr. IQ, I think you should look up."

Raising his eyes, but not his head, Dr. IQ smirked. "I hope you realize that
I'll be taking the cost of that bar out of your father's pay."

Amy growled. "Well then you'd better add this too." She flung the bar behind
her and it sailed toward the back wall and crashed into the work out area,
knocking over racks of weights and bouncing into the wall with a loud crash.

Amy placed her fists on her hips and thrust her massive chest forward. "I
don't think you understand how powerful I am." She then paused for a moment
and looked around to see if she could spot any superheroes. "I'm not leaving
until you make me a member."

Dr. IQ snorted, which was as close to a laugh as he could muster. "Oh really."
Pressing a button on his console, he talked into a small microphone that was
connected to speakers throughout the building. "Dick, Ray, come up here and
escort a young lady out of the building."

Amy's eyes got wide. For someone with no super powers, he had balls. She could
have walked up to him and crushed his oversized head before anyone could
arrive. Resisting the urge to do just that, Amy held her ground and waited for
Dick and Ray, or the bruise brothers as they were often called. Amy had read
up on all the members. Dick and Ray were two large and super-strong brothers,
each one nearly half as strong as her dad, making the two of them almost as
powerful as Ultra Man, the strongest man in the galaxy. Amy nodded her head.
Dr. IQ was taking no chances. Both men quickly were standing between Amy and
Dr. IQ. Each man was wearing a typical spandex superhero outfit with BB
emblazoned on the front.

"Please show Miss Ultra the door." Dr. IQ once again immersed himself in his
computer screen, figuring the problem was over.

Amy looked up at the two large men, each standing at least 6 foot 4 and put
her hand out. "Look guys, can't we talk this over?" They shook their heads,
said nothing and each rapped their arms around one of Amy's arms and started
to pull her toward the door. Amy's shoes skidded along the floor. Suppressing
a smile, Amy looked up at Dick (or was it Ray). "Hold on a minute guys, my
shoe's untied." They looked at each, shrugged and stopped. Amy stood back up
and placed her hands on her hips.

"Ha, gotcha! Oh, and by the way, I'm not moving any further."

Both men let out a bored sigh and once again locked an arm around one of Amy's
arms. But when they pulled on her, they soon discovered that she wasn't
kidding. Figuring it was some type of fluke they doubled their efforts. Amy
arched her back a little in response and her thick legs flexed into slabs of
female beef, straining her black biker shorts. Her back and shoulders tensed
and flexed into bulges of strength and her chest rose as she opposed their
power. Her light blue shirt pushed upward, exposing the bottom of her
cavernous abdominals. Her expression moved to uninterested and she started to
whistle. Becoming confused, the two men looked at each other and started
giving it everything they had. Amy looked at one man and then the other.

"Tired guys? Why don't you take a break." They were both exerting tremendous
pressure against an improbable immovable object and were starting to push
their limits. Who was this powerful, yet beautiful girl? Finally releasing
their grip, they moved back in front of her. Dick spoke first.

"Look, Dr. IQ says you gotta leave, then you gotta leave."

Amy looked up at Dick, still holding her hands on her hips.

"Do you always do what Dr. IQ says?"

Both men looked at each other again, causing Amy to wonder if these two guys
together could formulate a thought. They looked back at Amy, nodded their head
and said, "Yeah!" They then balled up their hands into fists. This time Ray
spoke.

"Look, either you move, or we'll make you move."

Amy gave them a full smile. Her blue eyes sparkled.

"Oh really. Well go ahead and take your best shot!" She flexed up her abs and
chest into ripped blocks of unreal muscle, daring them to hit her.

Looking at each other again and shrugging their shoulders they pulled back and
slammed their fists into Amy's stomach with an unexpected result. Instead of
seeing her doubling over in pain, their hands and arms shattered on impact
with the sound of shotgun. They pulled their arms back and cried out in pain.
Amy smiled. She didn't even need to flex up much muscle to overpower these two
very powerful men. This was going to be fun. As each man held his broken arm,
Amy pulled back both of her arms, flexing up twin 45 inch rocks of bicep fury.

"Oh boys, let me take your mind off those arms."

They each looked at Amy just in time to see her massive arms fly toward their
midsection. Amy slammed her fists into the formerly rock hard stomachs,
causing both men to exhale a painful grown and fold in half. Their knees
wobbled and they looked like they were ready to wretch up their lunch. Amy
smirked, thinking how she had to pull her punches just to keep them from
flying across the room. Not waiting for them to collapse, Amy pulled her arms
back again with her fists held low. Bending her knees, her thighs bunched and
expanded past 60 inches each, ripping the side of the shorts with small
tearing sounds. Both calves also expanded, pushing past 40 inches of balled
might. She then delivered two perfectly timed uppercuts to the huge men with
explosive force. The men flew off her small fists with a loud bang straight
into the air at high speed and quickly crashed into the large ceiling beams
with a crunch. They then plummeted back to the floor like limp rag dolls and
crashed to the ground.

Amy walked over to the fallen men who were somehow still conscience. Grabbing
each man by his belt, she easily pulled them high in the air above her head.
She walked back toward the middle of the floor near the Power League
sculpture.

"Hey Dr. IQ! Is this the best your so-called heroes can do? I'm much stronger
than those two losers!"

Dr. IQ had taken notice of the events once he heard Dick and Ray yell out in
pain. They were two of the strongest men in the Power League with large,
nearly indestructible muscular bodies. Sure they weren't the brightest members
of the League, but that only made Dr. IQ like them more.

Now he was taken aback by the fact that this young girl had quickly demolished
these two powerful men. He had to blink his eyes to take in the scene of this
short, very muscular young girl holding up two very large men above her head.
Dr. IQ began weighing his options.

Amy saw that Dr. IQ was watching, gave him a beautiful smile, winked at him,
then pulled the two men toward her as close as her now 50 inch bloated biceps
would allow. Her shoulders, traps and back all expanded, pushing the limits of
her shirt. She then quickly pushed both men away from her body, hurling them
at opposite walls with blinding speed. Ray flew toward the far wall and
slammed into the ultra metal wall with loud boom, causing a large dent in the
wall. He then slid to the floor, out cold. Dick smashed into the near wall and
remained embedded along his shoulders and back. His head hung low. Amy had
quickly and easily turned two of the toughest members of the League into
broken, defeated men. And it was easy!

Nodding her head in satisfaction, Amy brushed her hands and slowly walked back
toward Dr. IQ. "Did I pass your little test?"

Dr. IQ stayed in his seat, formed a small frown and reached for his control
panel. "Rapid Man, get this young girl out of here!"

Amy stopped again and placed her fists back on her hips. Before she could make
another move, Rapid Man was upon her. He was tall and athletic looking with
goggles and a white spandex outfit with a cheetah on his chest. He gave Amy
the once over.

"So, you must be pretty strong to take out the bruise brothers, but you can't
hit what you can't catch."

Amy made no move toward him and simply gave him a serious look. She was pretty
fast herself, but not as fast as him. At least not yet.

While Rapid Man danced around Amy, Jeff leaned over toward Dr. IQ. "Excuse me,
sir, but have you noticed that Amy has gotten bigger since she came in here.
Perhaps she can grow like her father."

Dr. IQ rolled his eyes and grunted. "Yes, I've noticed. I'm sure that it's all
for show, just like her father. And I've noticed that you seem quite taken by
this young girl."

Jeff stammered a bit. "I'm a senior at the same high school she's at. She sure
didn't look like that at the end of last year when the incoming freshmen were
brought over."

Dr. IQ rubbed his chin. "Then her change must be recent. I wonder why Ultra
Man has said nothing of this?" Dr. IQ and Jeff then both fixed their attention
on Amy and the blur that was Rapid Man.

Amy had stood her ground, resisting the urge to try and grab him. He was still
moving faster than she could focus. The problem was that he was pounding her
with punches. While a single punch held the weight of a small breeze on her
indestructible frame, thousands of those punches were becoming an annoyance.
Rapid Man was confused that all of his blows were going unnoticed. He circled
behind her, tapped his foot for a millisecond to contemplate another tactic,
and decided to increase the speed a little and to include some kicking. She'd
have to start feeling the blows soon. Rapid Man was no idiot. His fists never
actually hit Amy. He stopped just short of hitting her, allowing the quickly
compressed air to deliver the effect of punch.

As Rapid Man continued his assault, Amy concentrated on following the quickly
moving form and clenched her fists. Her biceps bulged a bit and her body was
flooded with a warm rush. Like a computer locking onto a moving target, Amy
had increased her abilities once again. Rapid Man came into focus, causing Amy
to smile. Taking her right fist off of her hip, she waited a few seconds and
then with a movement swifter than the incredible Rapid Man, she raised her arm
straight out to her side and clotheslined him. Since he was moving so fast,
the effect was like a motorcyclist slamming into a low hanging metal beam. He
smashed into her arm with a sickening crunch and whirled completely around her
arm before crashing to the floor with a thud. He lay there for a moment,
clutched his chest, exhaled, then passed out. Still holding her arm out to her
side Amy looked down at another unconscious League Member and pushed her
bottom lip out.

"I guess you won't be rapid for a while, huh?"

Jeff's mouth hung open. Dr. IQ raised one eyebrow. Neither had expected Amy to
be able to do that. Dr. IQ looked over toward Jeff.

"She must have gotten lucky." Jeff gave Dr. IQ a scared look, mouthed 'I don't
know' and shrugged his shoulders.

Amy lowered her arm and turned back toward Dr. IQ. "Have I convinced you yet?"

Dr. IQ ignored her and hit the intercom. "Flame Thrower, Bolt, take this girl
out!" Amy formed her mouth into an 'O' and gave him a surprised look. Dr. IQ
rarely raised his voice. Looking back over to the walled offices, two large
men rose into the air. They were wearing the Power League anti-gravity disks
that allowed them to fly. A device created even before Dr. IQ joined the
League; the disk had been modified, improved and now controlled by Dr. IQ. Amy
could hardly wait to get one for herself.

Backing up a few steps, Amy moved her eyes from one man to the other. Flame
Thrower was a big bald black man who was born with the ability to create and
shoot fire. His red flame resistant suit covered most of his body and was
modified to concentrate his flame throwing ability out of his fists. He could
shoot those flames a good distance, so Amy figured he wouldn't get very close
to her.

Bolt was born in another universe on a world were some people could control
electric currents. His skin held a bluish tint and his hair was short and
white. He also wore a suit that allowed him to send strong electric shocks out
of his fingers. If he made a fist he could create a small lighting bolt.

Amy was prepared to fight these men, but she still wasn't sure just how
invulnerable she was yet. Letting out a breath, she realized that she would
soon find out. Both men had watched the previous fights and knew they had to
take her seriously.

Flame Thrower moved in first. Amy looked up in time to see him shoot some
flames right at her. She brought her hands up to shield her eyes as the flames
consumed her. When she opened her eyes her shirt, shorts, socks and shoes were
all burning. Since she was not feeling any pain, Amy let out a relieved sigh.
Smiling, she put her arms out and spun around quickly, dispersing the fire and
her clothes. Only her indestructible white nipple guards and panties remained.
Slowing to a stop, she looked at her arm. Not a burn mark to be seen. Touching
her hair, it felt as smooth and silky as ever. "Ha!" She thought. "I'm
fireproof. Cool!"

Looking up, Amy placed her fists on her hips. "Nice try flame boy, it looks
like the only thing you've managed to do is get rid of those confining
clothes. Don't I look better this way?" Amy flexed her muscle engorged chest
forward, now well over 100 inches around.

Flame Thrower was stunned. Not only was she immune to his flames, but now,
nearly naked, she was displaying the most awe inspiring muscular body he had
ever seen. Her legs were large and cut, her waist was small but rippling, her
chest was round and muscular, her shoulders were thick, her back was wide, and
her arms were big and tight. She was beauty, muscle and power rolled together.
Unconcerned by Flame Thrower's unsuccessful attack, Bolt drew in his electric
strength and unleashed a large bolts that hit Amy on the top of her head and
cascaded all along her incredible body until it hit the metal floor with large
sparks and loud pops. Amy felt the electricity run around her body, causing a
pleasing tingling sensation. Amy smiled. The shocks from the Bolt were as
unsuccessful as the flames. She reached up and ran her hands through her hair
bringing her arms out to her side and stretching to show how useless their
attacks were.

"What was that? A little tingle? You two boys apparently can't dent these
beautiful muscles." With that she flexed up her bicep into a 45 inch ball of
might. "I don't think you two are even in my league."

Both men looked at each other, more than a little surprised that she was
completely unfazed. They then nodded their heads silently. They had fought
together before and had they knew what they wanted to do next. Amy continued
to keep her eyes on both of them as they flew around a little closer. She
squinted her eyes slightly, planning her own move. As she brought her arms
down to her sides, Flame Thrower used both hands and increased the intensity
of his flames, raining fire down on Amy. At the same time, Bolt used both
hands and sent two powerful bolts upon Amy. The crackling of both flame and
discharge filled the room. Smoke billowed all around where Amy stood.

Both men stopped their assault when they lost sight of her in the clouds,
wondering if she was still standing. Little did they know that not only was
Amy still standing, but she was waiting for the cloud to form and was crouched
low, her powerful legs bulging forth. The flames and lighting were no bother
to her and that fact made her smile. Once the smoke had enveloped her, Amy
took action. Happy that she had practiced jumping these last few days, she
proceeded to launch herself upward, directly at Flame Thrower. As both men
continued to search for her amid the smoke and ozone, Flame Thrower was very
surprised to see a muscular female form coming straight at him with her fist
cocked back. Amy smiled at him.

"Hi there, flame boy, looking for me?"

Before he could react, Amy was upon him, unleashing a tremendous punch to his
chin that sent him arcing backward head over heals, leaving a smoke trail in
his wake. Flame Thrower quickly angled downward and smashed into the cubical
area and onto the metal ground with a loud crash. Amy followed right behind
him, landing on top of a desk and destroying it beneath her invulnerable,
hulking frame. Turning quickly, Amy looked up to locate the stunned Bolt, who
was still floating in the same spot. He looked down, located Amy and was
surprised to see a large computer monitor headed his way at rocket speed.
Instinctively, he shot two large bolts at the oncoming missile and closed his
eyes as the monitor was destroyed, sending glass and other debris flying all
around. When he opened his eyes he was greeted with the same sight that Flame
Thrower had seen, the seemingly flying form of a muscular young beauty.

"Your turn, shocky!"

This time the muscular young beauty connected her fist with Bolt's chest with
a crunch that sent him rocketing off toward the side wall at near mach speed
until he was abruptly stopped by the ultra metal wall with a loud wham. The
prone Bolt then unceremoniously fell to the floor in a heap. Amy landed back
on the ground with a thud and skidded to a stop. She turned toward Dr. IQ.

"I'm pretty sure that was the last of the Power League members left in the
building, except for yourself of course."

Dr. IQ had watched the events unfold quicker than he had anticipated. He
barely gave her an upward glance as he increased his speed on his keyboard. He
was also motioning to Jeff who was running all around. Amy could see what was
going on and gave the two scientists a curious look. What were they up to?
Deciding not to wait to find out, Amy walked toward the Power League
sculpture. She looked it over for a moment and approached the fifteen foot
statue. Bending down she pushed on one side with her left hand and the large
statue tilted forward a little. Amy knew that the sculpture weighed several
hundred tons. The fact that she could casually tip a 200 ton statue with one
hand gave her a tingling of pleasure once again. Returning her focus to the
statue, she worked her other hand underneath and slowly moved her hands toward
the center, taking care not to tip the statue over. Having reached under as
far as she could without knocking it over, Amy lifted her arms and brought the
statue above her head. She then stood up and worked her hands toward the
center. Amy giggled at how light this felt. 200 tons lifted above her head as
easily as lifting an empty crate. How cool was that? She then looked back over
toward Dr. IQ, who had been alerted to the feat by Jeff.

"Oh Dr. IQ, how is this for strength? Now why don't you let me join the League
and we can all be spared more destruction." Amy really hoped he would still be
defiant, but that would be pretty foolish at this point. However, to her
pleasure and surprise, Dr. IQ ignored her. Nodding her head, Amy bent her
legs. Her tree trunks of power pulsed and grew a little under the strain.

"It's your funeral." Amy bent back and brought the statue toward her massive
chest. She yelled "Incoming!" and launched the 200 hundred ton, 15 foot
sculpture directly at Dr. IQ. The large statue flew into the air and to Amy's
surprise bounced off of some invisible wall and fell to the ground with an
incredible explosion. The sculpture shattered on the ultra metal floor and the
pieces slid all along the ground. Amy chuckled. No wonder he had no fear of
her. He had erected some type of force shield around his area. Walking
casually up to the spot where the statue had bounced away, Amy put her hand
out until she felt the resistance. Looking around she tried to locate the
sources of the electromagnetic field that was surely responsible for the
field. This was one invention that wasn't in the Power League database.

Dr. IQ looked up from his keyboard. "That's right little girl, it's a force
shield. It's stronger than even your father, so you may as well just head
home. I'm sure he won't be pleased with your actions today."

Amy snickered, ignoring the 'little girl' comment. "Oh, I don't think he'd
mind." Touching the shield once again, Amy smiled. "So this is stronger than
my dad, huh? Well, then I'm sure you won't mind if I take a whack at it."
Putting her arms out in front of her, Amy placed her hands together and
cracked her knuckles. She then walked up to the shield and placed her hand out
to get an exact location. Smiling innocently she put her right hand into a
fist and raised her arm. Her bicep bunched up into an impressive 50 inch ball
of young girl might. She turned her hips and unleashed an incredible punch
against the invisible force. A loud boom echoed all around the building and
visible electric shock waves emanated from the spot where her fist hit the
shield, forming little rings that ran to the corners of the power sources. It
was an impressive blow, but the shield still held. Dr. IQ looked up at where
Amy stood and glanced over at his monitor. A single blow from this young
powerhouse had almost buckled his incredible force shield. How was that
possible? He quickly checked the power levels to confirm his concerns. They
were at optimal levels. Dr. IQ kept his composure, even though he was no
longer certain that the shield would continue to hold. He went back to placing
all of his attention to his computer monitor and was increased his pace on his
keyboard. Amy watched Dr. IQ with increased curiosity. What was he up to?
Perhaps he was increasing the power output to the force shield. No matter. Amy
shook her hand. That first blow didn't hurt, but it did send a tingle down her
arm. She finally had something of a challenge.

Amy lifted her left fist and repeated the first punch with similar results.
She paused as the waves receded. Setting herself and concentrating, Amy
started punching the shield slowly with lefts and rights, each one landing
with a loud bang. She then increased her pace as her body started to add a
little mass. Her 50 inch biceps soon increased to 52, then 54 inches of earth
shattering might. Her shoulders added some mass, she was now over 60 inches
across! Standing 5 feet, 2 inches, she was now as wide as she was tall! Her
pectorals layered on ripped muscle, and her back expanded. Her chest was now
120 inches around!

The shield was still absorbing her blows, but the electric rings were
increasing in intensity and she could feel her hands starting to sink in to
the shield. As she increased the pace again it soon sounded like machine gun
fire. Her fists began sinking in even more. Feeling the shield weaken, Amy
stopped, brought both hands together, turned her body and unleashed a
tremendous hammer blow to the invisible force shield. The cataclysm sent huge
shock waves along the shield back their sources where each power supply
exploded from overload with loud bangs.

Dr. IQ sucked in some air. Jeff stopped and stared and mumbled, "Holy crap."
Amy brushed her hands together and took a step forward, placed her fists on
her hips and went into a superhero pose.

"Stronger than my dad, huh? Well then that should prove I deserve a
membership."

Dr. IQ looked back his screen, then looked back up with a smile. "The Power
League doesn't hand out memberships to over-muscled little girls, even ones
who seem to be pretty strong."

Amy's surprised look was evident. Over muscled? Little girl? She had just
destroyed every superhero in the building and a shield stronger than her dad.
For a super intelligent guy, he sure was dense. Amy's surprise soon turned to
anger.

"I'll show you who's a little girl you egomaniac! There's nothing between you
and me anymore. It's time someone taught you some manners!"

Dr. IQ stood up and held his smile. He nodded to Jeff, who nervously punched a
large button. "I think it's time someone taught YOU some manners. While I'm
sure your dad can handle that, I'm quite capable also. Amy looked at Dr. IQ
and then at Jeff. What was he talking about? These two eggheads had no powers.
Just then the door to the enclosed area behind Dr. IQ's lab opened and out
walked a shiny man. No, not a man, but a robot. A 7 foot tall, four foot wide
robot. So that's what they were working on. Another Dr. IQ secret was about to
be revealed.

"You see, little girl, I've been working on a robot for some time now. I
simple call him Robot, but he's anything but simple. He's made of compressed
ultra metal and he's the strongest machine in the galaxy. I was holding him in
reserve in case your father ever got out of line, but you will make a good
test case. At least I hope you'll make a good test case. Robot is many times
stronger than your father, with all of the fighting techniques across the
galaxy programmed in."

Amy backed up. A robot? So this is what it would take to bring Dr. IQ back to
earth. Perhaps she would get a workout after all. Amy was still backing up
when Dr. IQ yelled out.

"Robot, attack!"

And as quick as a flash the robot flew toward Amy and punched her in the
mouth, sending her flying back into the workout area with a thunderous boom as
weights and machines were smashed in her wake. The robot landed softly and
walked toward the area where Amy was lying down. Dr. IQ let out a small
chuckle. This was going to be too easy.

Before the robot reached the weight area, Amy popped back up.

"Cheap shot artist, eh?" She licked her ruby lips. The punch had caught her by
surprise, but it had not caused her any pain. What it did do was piss her off.

Walking straight through the work-out area, machines, weights and benches
smashed to the floor until she was a few feet from the robot.

Once again, the robot did not wait and threw another punch straight at Amy's
head. This time Amy was ready and blocked it with her forearm, glancing its
arm away. The robot repeated the punch with the other arm and Amy blocked that
punch too. The robot followed up with a blur of punches and chops, but Amy
blocked every one. Looking for another angle in this fight, Amy moved forward
and grabbed both arms of Robot near the shoulder to keep it from throwing
another punch. The robot looked at its arms and latched onto the top of Amy's
shoulders in response. They both bent forward and pushed against each other.
Amy gave a pleasurable grin. This robot was tough all right. Finally, a real
challenge! Amy could feel the pressure placed against her. It was definitely
harder than anything her dad threw at her and she once again pushed forward a
little more muscle to compensate. Amy was not pushing back any harder. She was
content to respond with equal force. She wanted to see how strong this robot
was.

Then to Amy's surprise, the robot kicked her right in the stomach with a loud
clang! Fortunately for Amy, she was already tensing her abdominals into a rack
of super hard pool ball sized muscles. The kick was very powerful however, and
Amy grunted and bent over a little, allowing the robot to exert more pressure
on Amy's shoulders. "That's it," thought Amy, "playtimes over!" Before the
robot could try another move Amy released her right hand and sent a powerful
jab into the robot's chest, sending it flying away. However, the robot righted
itself before it hit the wall, spun around and flew back at Amy with both
fists straight ahead!

Amy quickly planted herself and she tensed hard. Her body responded
immediately. Her legs surged forward into thick, ripped slabs of unreal beef,
over 80 inches around each. Her calves bulged into twin volleyballs, over 50
inches around! Her back layered on mind-boggling thickness. Her shoulders and
traps pulsed up to her ears and her chest exploded bigger than twin
basketballs, nearly touching her chin. Her arms were bent at each side away
from her body, tensed to near 60 inches of raw power. This was it. Time to see
where the power laid, girl or machine!

The robot gathered speed and proceeded to ram directly into Amy's surging
chest with sound of a giant hammer pounding on an anvil. The robot connected
squarely, but it may as well have hit a block of ultra steel. Amy was the
proverbial immovable object. The robot's arms crunched slightly and it spun
forward over Amy, this time out of control, where it crashed up against the
back wall. Amy had won! She was pure power! She was true strength!

The robot quickly got back up and its sensors tried to re-orient. This time it
was Amy who responded immediately. She ran over to the robot and showered the
robot with lefts and rights to the head. The head swiveled back and forth with
a loud clang accompanying each incredible blow. The punches kept the robot
from clearing its system, so it just stood there, taking the punishment. Amy's
punches were also incredibly powerful, leaving little knuckle marks in the
compressed ultra steel.

Amy taunted the robot, but knew it was Dr. IQ she was taunting. "Super strong
compress ultra metal robot, huh? I'm stronger than that! I'm harder too!"
Yelling as she punched, she repeated, "Take that, and that, and that!"

Dr. IQ was beside himself. Jeff was getting excited. This little girl was as
strong, if not stronger than Dr. IQ's ultimate invention, she was as fast as
the robot and she could flex up mega muscles that appeared to be harder than
compressed ultra steel. All of this seemed impossible. Now she was pounding on
the robot so hard that it was unable to defend itself. Dr. IQ ground his
teeth.

"What is that robot doing? He should be pounding on her!"

Jeff looked over at Dr. IQ. "It looks more like she's pounding on him!"

Dr. IQ slammed his fist on his desk. This could not be happening.

Amy picked up the pace of her punching, driven home by her 60 inch biceps of
power. The robot simply stood there as its head moved further away from center
to the left, then to the right. Smiling to herself, Amy came up with an idea.
Stopping her tirade, Amy dropped her arms to the side. She then flexed up her
chest to near beach ball size in an instant and lunged forward, trapping the
robot against the wall. Amy giggled. Time to see just how hard compressed
ultra steel really was.

She flexed her chest harder and it continued to expand to 150 inches, over 12
feet around. Bigger than she had ever flexed before. Bigger and more powerful!
Slabs of unreal, super strong muscles with power packed veins feeding her
incredible strength. This robot may have been 10 times stronger than her dad,
heck it could have been 100 times stronger than her dad. It didn't matter. Amy
was hundreds, if not thousands of times stronger than her dad, the most
powerful man in the galaxy! Nobody could touch her might! Nobody could
approach her power! Certainly not some over-hyped compressed ultra metal
robot! Her chest pressed forward, smashing the robot against the wall. The
robot gave everything it had to press back, but at this point Amy hardly even
felt it! A loud crunching sound filled the room as Amy's chest expanded past
170 inches around, past 200 inches around, past 240 inches around. Over 20
feet around! Her pectorals were humongous! Her chest surged forward, crunching
into the ultra steel wall and completely engulfing the robot between her twin
globes of ultimate power. A one billion pound bench press? Hah! She was
containing the power to press ONE TRILLION POUNDS! Power beyond the
imagination of even Dr. IQ! Power of an ultimate superhero!

Having the robot completely surrounded by her pectorals of dominance; Amy
pulled back from the wall, leaving twin six foot diameter indentations in the
previously undentable ultra steel. Amy turned so that Dr. IQ could see her
complete dominance over his creation. Her chest was now 340 inches around of
solid, rampaging might! Each pectoral was over 7 feet across! Her cleavage was
five feet deep! Her chest rose above her head and down near her knees. The
robot was surrounded by Amy's ultra powerful chest muscles up to its head and
down to its hips, sucked into her super cleavage. Moaning in pleasure, Amy
leaned back and flexed her chest even harder. The compressed ultra metal robot
didn't have a chance. With the sound of screaming metal, Amy flexed her chest
beyond the power of anything in the galaxy. It surged even bigger! 360 inches,
420 inches, 480 inches! 40 feet around! Soon the entire robot was consumed by
Amy's chest! Each pectoral was over 100 inches in diameter! The robot was no
longer even visible, completely engulfed between her boulders of power! A
seven foot tall, four foot wide, compressed ultra metal robot was being
destroyed by the power of a 14 year old girl's chest! The biggest, most
beautiful, hardest chest in the galaxy! With more compression force than could
be created by anyone, including Dr. IQ! Her nipples were bloated from the
excitement, but somehow remained contained by her shield of decency. She
reveled in her domination! She screamed in victory!

"You call THIS a challenge! I'm the biggest! I'm the strongest! I AM POWER!"

With her last scream of victory, Amy expanded her chest again, blowing on
layer after layer of mind-numbing muscle. She flexed her chest to 45 feet
around, 50 feet around 55 feet around, to 60 FEET AROUND, 720 UNBELIEVABLE
INCHES OF MINDBLOWING MIGHT! THE BIGGEST, STRONGEST CHEST EVER FLEXED!

Finally satisfied, Amy released her flex and allowed her chest to recede. As
it did, the crushed robot came back into view. It was now nearly flat from the
compression and it clanged unceremoniously to the ground in front of Amy. She
leaned over and picked it up, held it over her head, and walked toward the
shocked Dr. IQ. Then with one mighty tug, Amy pulled the robot in half!
Screaming metal once again filled the room. Amy got near Dr. IQ and dropped
the ruined robot right in front of his desk.

"You just don't get it do you? Why do think the gym was destroyed in our
basement? Why do you think that my dad didn't come in for a week? It was
because of me! His little girl! I beat the crap out of him and out-lifted your
entire gym! If you're looking for the most powerful PERSON in the galaxy, look
straight ahead. IT'S ME!"

Dr. IQ, who was somehow keeping his composure, leaned over and flicked a
switch. The scanners gave him a reading he couldn't believe.

Amy knew what he was doing.

"More powerful than you thought huh? Well you can forget about drugging me,
like you did my mom."

Dr. IQ looked back up. For the first time in many years Dr. IQ began to sweat.

Amy smiled at him. "Yeah, that's right, I figured it out. My mom's off your
drugs now and has already easily lifted twice what dad can. She's much
stronger than dad too. I'd imagine by this time she's already cleaned the
floor with him."

Amy then turned away from Dr. IQ and the still stunned Jeff. She walked toward
the center of the room where the Power League statue once was and turned back
toward Dr. IQ. "I'm sure your readings are showing you how dense my muscles
are. Oh, I'm strong all right, and I can flex up some big muscles, as you just
saw. But you may not know that the bigger I get, the stronger I get. And
considering how strong I am now." Amy didn't finish her sentence. She looked
up to make sure was at the center under the dome. She then planted herself and
put her right arm out away from her body.

"It's time to show you what an over muscled little girl can do!"

With that, Amy slowly curled her right hand into a fist and brought her
forearm up near 90 degree. Tendons pulled, skin stretched and her muscles
expanded. Her bicep easily flexed into a 60 inch ripped ball of power. Her
tricep was a large, perfectly shaped half basketball. Her 45 inch thick
forearm was already forced near vertical due to the mass of her bicep.
Shifting her weight a little, her already thick thighs bulged forward into
monstrously large bundles of female dominance at over 130 inches each. Lifting
her right heel off the floor, she bounced her right foot on her toes, causing
the incredible 50 inch calf to jut up and down with incredible thickness.
Breathing in and out, her abs bristled with unbelievable musculature. Narrow,
yet stocked with muscle, her midsection defined what a bodybuilder strived
for. Her chest had "reduced" back to a pair of basketball sized orbs of layer
after layer of muscle might, rising and falling with each breath. Her back was
layered with muscle and was incredibly wide, and her shoulders and traps
bunched into huge thick masses. She was ready.

Concentrating her power, Amy flexed hard with a little grunt and her bicep
began to expand. As though a balloon were under her skin, her large bicep grew
larger. 65 inches, 70 inches, 75 inches, 80 inches, 85 inches. Over 7 feet
around in a matter of moments. Her bicep was already above her head, and she
had only just begun. The familiar warmth rushed her body. The familiar
strength emanated throughout her being. Smiling, Amy looked up at her bicep
and poured in more power. Her bicep responded with more incredible growth. 90
inches, 100 inches, 110 inches, 120 inches, 130 inches, 140 inches, 150
inches, 160 inches, 170 inches, 180 inches of impossible size. 15 feet around.
Amy let out another breath. The pleasure was returning. But she was just
getting warmed up!

Dr. IQ meanwhile was back to punching his computer, setting and calibrating
sensors. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not with Amy's expanding
bicep or with his readings. Her density was already off his initial scale,
meaning she was much denser and therefore much stronger than her father.
Resetting his scales, he was taken aback by the fact that her density remained
constant as her bicep grew. She wasn't kidding, she did get stronger as she
got bigger. How big and strong could she get? He looked at her and then his
readings. Her bicep expansion was passing 15 feet around, and it seemed to be
speeding up! Dr. IQ swallowed hard. Jeff meanwhile was simply staring at this
"little" bundle of super muscle. He could hardly believe she was only 14 years
old.

Amy was getting lost in the moment and was starting to moan with pleasure.
This only fueled her expansion. 190 inches, 200 inches, 210 inches, 240
inches, 260 inches, 290 inches, 310 inches, 330 inches, 360 inches! 30 feet
around of the biggest, most powerful arm in the galaxy! Bigger than when she
curled 10 billion pounds! Bigger and stronger! More powerful than the entire
league times a hundred! With more room to grow! Amy gasped from the pleasure
flooding her body, closed her eyes and flexed harder. 380 inches, 400 inches,
420 inches, 440 inches, 460 inches, 480 inches, 500 inches around! Good grief!
Amy exhaled and welled with more energy. Where was it coming from? 520 inches,
540 inches, 560 inches, 580 inches, 600 inches, 620 inches, 640 inches, 650
inches! Over 54 feet around! Twice her previous biggest! The power to curl 20
billion pounds! Unparalleled strength and power flowing through a young girl
who two weeks ago couldn't curl 20 pounds!

Dr. IQ was sweating profusely. He was having a hard time believing what he was
seeing. How could she be doing this? She was re-writing the books on what a
super human could be. For the first time since he could remember, he didn't
know what to do.

But Amy did. She kept on flexing her mountainous arm. Redefining strength and
power with every passing moment. Her bicep was over 21 feet above the floor
and was nearing a large ultra metal beam. Amy was oblivious to this fact as
she continued her impossible expansion. Her bicep was now 55 feet around and
growing! 670 inches, 680 inches, 700 inches, 720 inches, 740 inches, 760
inches, 780 inches, 800 inches, 820 inches! Over 68 feet of young girl might!
30 incredible feet above the ground! At 70 feet around her bicep touched the
bottom of the two foot thick ultra metal beam. Amy opened her eyes and looked
up. Dr. IQ let out a breath. She had finally stopped her growth. She couldn't
get any bigger. Not with the large beam in her way. But Amy had other ideas.

Licking her lips, Amy smiled. Another challenge. Looking her gargantuan bicep
up and down, Amy flexed down hard with a loud squeal. Her bicep pushed upward,
but the beam held, groaning a little under the pressure. This only made Amy
try harder. Letting out a small yell, Amy pushed even harder and was rewarded
with the biggest internal explosion she had ever felt. Unlimited power erupted
throughout her being, causing her to gasp. As she exhaled she flexed down with
the strength of billion men! Her bicep pushed upward through the beam with a
low rumble that moved up to a high scream and finally a loud crack as the
largest bicep ever flexed got even bigger.

Dr. IQ's mouth hung open. The readings were going beyond his comprehension.
Her density had increased! And not by a little. He had watched in horror as it
went from 100% to 200% to 300%. And then after her yell, it jumped to 10,000%!
She had just gotten 100 times stronger in the matter of a few seconds! He
calculated that she was now capable of curling THREE TRILLION POUNDS! WITH ONE
ARM! AND HER BICEP WAS STILL GROWING!

Amy was still recovering from her last quantum leap in power. She was sweating
from the power and pleasure and had resumed her impossible, unstoppable bicep
growth. Amy wanted to see what she was capable of. Was there a limit to her
power? She hoped not! Leaning her head back, her long blonde hair fell off her
massive shoulders as she looked upward and resumed her flex. Her bicep was
over 72 feet around and growing once again! 880 inches, 900 inches, 920
inches, 940 inches, 960 inches, 980 inches, 1000 inches! Over 1000 inches!
With no end in sight! Bulging, throbbing rampaging might! And her arm was
still growing! 1020 inches, 1040 inches, 1080 inches, 1100 inches, 1120
inches, 1140 inches, 1160 inches, 1180 inches, 1200 inches! 100 FEET AROUND!
INCREDIBLE, GARGANTUAN, SUPER STRONG MUSCLES OF A GODDESS!

Amy was a super powered being for super powered beings. She was now as much
stronger than her father as her father was to an ordinary man! Nobody in the
galaxy was even in her league. With her bicep now 46 unthinkable feet above
the floor, she was now approaching the top to dome. She was reaching her goal!
Dr. IQ had finally had enough.

"Please, Amy, you've proven your point. You are obviously very powerful. You
can stop now."

Amy looked over at Dr. IQ and sneered. "Oh, I'm not done yet. You thought I
was over muscled before, well just keep watching, you sanctimonious ass! I'll
show you some real muscle!"

With renewed purpose, Amy bore down and flexed her bicep even harder. Standing
5 foot 4 inches tall, her bicep towered above the floor at over eight times
her height! And it was still growing! Veins began pushing to the surface as
she exhaled. Once again her bicep exploded further upward. 1220 inches, 1260
inches, 1300 inches, 1340 inches, 1380 inches, 1400 inches, 1440 inches, 1460
inches, 1500 inches! 125 FEET AROUND! IMPOSSIBLE, SUPERCHARGED POWER!
UNSTOPPABLE, DOMINATING MIGHT! OVER 55 FEET ABOVE THE GROUND!

Her bloated bicep finally touched the top of the dome and was once again met
with a strong resistance. This time it was a two foot thick compressed ultra
metal sheet of metal re-enforced with spires of compressed ultra metal beams.
The dome was attached to the walls with one foot thick rivets connected to
four foot thick beams that were buried 20 feet into the ground. Galactic
battleships had not been able to penetrate, much less dent the Power League
dome. But it had never faced the likes of Amy! This was it, the final test.
Amy let out a breath. Her body was practically glowing from the exertion. She
wiped a little sweat off of her forehead and looked up. Nothing had stopped
her yet! Time to give it her all! Putting her head back she pushed forward,
but was once again met with resistance. This was more than just a beam, this
was the whole building! The most powerful fortress in the galaxy against the
bicep of a young girl. Pushing again, the spires gave way a little, but the
ceiling held fast. As she pushed with every fiber of her being, every muscle
on her body expanded to incredible proportions.

Her shoulders and back expanded to ridiculous proportions, she was 70 inches
wide, and continued to layer on muscle everywhere! Continuing to grow to 80
inches wide, 90 inches, 100 inches, 120 inches, 130 inches wide, her back was
layered with unimaginable muscle! She was twice as wide as she was tall! Her
thighs exploded, pushing out away from her body, looking for room to expand.
Each monstrous thigh kept growing to 100 inches around, then 120 inches, then
140 inches, then 160 inches, over twice her previous biggest flex! Her calves
bulged and swelled to 50 inches, 60 inches, 70 inches, 80 inches around, 100
inches of huge raging mass! Her abdominal muscles rose to the surged outward;
ripped, cut and thick with impossible separation. Amy's chest once again
expanded to incredible proportions, 70 inches around each, 80 inches, 90
inches, 100 inches, 110 inches, 120 inches! 10 feet around each! Her left arm
was hung low as she flexed her tricep, which also expanded beyond belief. It
pushed away from her body with unreal mass! 20 inches, 40 inches, 60 inches
away! Her super-thick tricep bulged 5 feet away from her arm! Her chest,
shoulders, a traps pushed upward and outward, threatening to bury her
beautiful face in muscle. Muscles that nobody else knew existed bulged and
flexed to unheard of dimensions! Amy was giving everything she had!

Just when she it seemed the fortress was too strong for her, the greatest
power she had ever experienced began to well deep within her. As it was
finally unleashed, the power of a supernova rushed throughout her body! Amy
screamed! Her body tensed! Dr. IQ figured she had finally met her match until
he watched the monitor. And what he saw made him pee his pants. Her density,
which had held at 10,000% climbed to 20,000%, 30,000%, 40,000% and then with
her scream, jumped to 10,000,000%! She was now 10,000 times stronger than was
when she started flexing! HER 125 FOOT BICEP COULD CURL 6000 TRILLION POUNDS!
SHE WAS OUTSIDE THE REALM OF SUPERHUMAN! SHE WAS POWER PERSONIFIED! SHE WAS A
FORCE OF NATURE!

Once again regaining her composure, Amy ground her teeth and smiled. The
tingling sensation of unbridled, unfathomable power flowed throughout her
body! And she was enjoying every second of it!

Holding her smile, Amy let out a loud scream and flexed down. This time the
entire building screamed back. She was exerting titanic pressure that had been
unthinkable. As she pushed upward, the wall beams themselves started to bend
inward with a deafening groan. The huge rivets began to scream and pop. Amy
was about to take down the entire building with the power of one flexed bicep!
The biggest, most powerful bicep ever flexed!

Dr. IQ was now yelling. "Please stop Amy! You'll bring down the entire
building! I'm sorry for everything I did!"

Amy yelled back. "Stop? I've just begun! I'm bringing your fortress down! I'm
the biggest! I'm the strongest! NOTHING CAN STOP ME!"

Amy was in ecstasy! As she pushed onward, her bicep bore into the compressed
ultra metal dome with impossible might. Every wall lurched inward! The earth
shook as the fortress wailed! The huge beams of compressed ultra metal were no
longer strong enough to contain her! Light fixtures blew and crashed to the
floor. Her bicep bore over one foot into the ceiling dome. More rivets popped
out of the wall beams. The dome was in jeopardy of being torn off the
building! As the rivets continued to break, Amy continued to push against the
creaking and cracking dome, screaming all the while.

"I'M THE BIGGEST, I'M THE STRONGEST!"

And then to Dr. IQ's horror, several thunderous explosions sounded as the last
of the huge rivets were ripped from the beams holding the building together.
With a terrifying moan, the huge dome separated from the warped walls, held
aloft by a young girl! She had done it! She had overpowered the most powerful
building in the galaxy! Nothing could stand in her way!

Amy was holding the huge 500 ton dome with one young girl bicep! An impossible
feat! Amy laughed.

"The most powerful fortress in the galaxy? HAH! My one bicep is stronger than
your entire building! I'm the most powerful force in the galaxy!"

Turning her attention back to her incredible feat, Amy continuing her
mind-blowing growth, flexing down hard once again. How big could she get? How
strong could she become? Yelling out once again Amy's bicep pushed upward with
the dome on top! Bigger and stronger! The biggest and the strongest! 1550
inches around, 1600 inches around 1650 inches around, 1700 inches around, 1750
inches around, 1800 inches around! 150 IMPOSSIBLE, COLOSSAL, GOD LIKE FEET
AROUND! The dome was now over twelve feet above the walls, supported by the
bicep of a young girl!

As she continued to flex her gargantuan bicep, the huge dome could finally
take no more and sank under the strain. Amy's mountain of muscle burst through
the top with an earsplitting crack. The dome fell back to the walls around her
bicep and landed with a resounding blast, buckling the walls still further and
cracking the foundation! Amy's bicep was no longer in sight! It now rose above
the top of the Power League dome. A huge, all-powerful bicep of wonderful
glory, reaching for the sky! Amy reveled in her accomplishment, and enjoyed
her dominance. With the last of her obstacles overcome, Amy finally stopped
her incredible growth, just as Dr. IQ was about to pass out. Amy gave Dr. IQ a
hard stare and pointed at her humongous, universe shattering bicep that was
now 150 FEET AROUND, 70 FEET ABOVE THE FLOOR, WITH THE POWER TO CURL 8000
TRILLION POUNDS! SHE WAS MILLIONS OF TIMES STRONGER THAN ULTRA MAN, THE
STRONGEST MAN IN THE GALAXY!

"SEE THAT! THAT'S SUPER STRENGTH! THAT'S SUPER MUSCLE! THAT'S SUPER POWER! You
and rest of the League are nothing to me! NOTHING! I could destroy everyone if
I wanted to! And if you ever try anything on my family again, I will destroy
YOU!"

And then, finally, Amy relaxed her flex and her bicep slowly receded.

The building looked like it just survived a war. The dome was cracked, and
gaps could be seen as it rested unattached on the bent walls. Large rivets and
other hunks on compressed ultra metal littered the floor. Unconscious
superheroes lay everywhere. The Power League statue was in pieces all over the
ground. The gym area was in shambles. The office area was destroyed. The
foundation was cracked. Only one area had survived the destruction. Striding
toward Dr. IQ, Amy had reduced her muscles, but was still sporting three times
the muscle of her father. Gargantuan, rampaging muscles contracted and relaxed
as she walked toward Dr. IQ's desk. Her blonde hair shined, her blue eyes
sparkled, and her muscles glowed. She was truly a goddess! The closer she got,
the more Dr. IQ backed away. He looked over toward Jeff to discover that he
had passed out on the floor. Turning back toward Amy, he put his hands out.

"Now Amy, you need to remain calm."

Amy reached his desk and smiled. "Oh, I am calm." She then brought her right
arm up and smashed Dr. IQ's console in half with one blow! Grabbing each half,
she threw them in opposite directions where they crashed into each wall with a
crunch. Dr. IQ cringed in fear. Finally standing next to the cowering Dr. IQ,
Amy looked up at him.

"I destroyed Ultra Man and my mom's probably just done the same. You will make
me a member. My name from this day forward is Ultra Mega Girl. My mother will
also rejoin the League. I expect an outfit and an anti-gravity disk by next
week. I'll e-mail you something as soon as you clean up around here."

Dr. IQ relaxed slightly. She wasn't going to rip him in half after all. Amy
smiled at him.

"Oh, and my mom and I will have a major say as to who joins the League from
now on. Any objections?"

Dr. IQ quickly responded. "No, no, that will be fine. I will get right on
cleaning things up. As soon as everyone wakes up that is."

Amy chuckled and turned away from Dr. IQ. She then walked toward the exit. As
she reached the door, she turned back toward Dr. IQ who was looking around and
thinking about changing his pants.

"Oh, and Dr. IQ. I'll be watching."

Dr. IQ gave Amy a half smile and a weak wave. And to think that she's only 14
years old. What will happen when she turns 15?

Amy opened the door and looked at Jessica who was reading a magazine. Was she
really that oblivious? She must be on the same drug her mother was on. That
would be one of the first things Amy would fix as a member. Jessica looked up.

"Are you leaving now Amy?"

Amy smiled. "Yes, Jessica, I'm leaving. You have a good night."

Jessica smiled back. "You have a good night too."

As Amy left and started walking home she turned to look at the Power League
building. It no longer looked like an impenetrable fortress. It looked like
something that needed to be condemned. Amy nodded her head and laughed. Ruined
by the power of one bicep.

Epilogue

The wind swept through her long blonde hair as she sailed half a mile above
the ground, taking in the incredible scenery. Dressed in light blue and pink
spandex with a U on side and an M on the other, the antigravity disk fit
neatly in her belt. Her bulging muscles were clearly evident on every part of
her incredible body. Ultra Mega Girl smiled and turned toward her mother. Her
mom's brown hair was also flittering in the breeze as they soared upward. She
was wearing her traditional Mega Woman uniform from fifteen years earlier. It
fit more snuggly against her now larger frame.

"This sure is great, isn't it, Mega Woman."

Mega Woman looked over at her daughter. "It sure is, Ultra Mega Girl. And call
me mom."

Amy laughed. "Sure thing mom. Whatever you say!"

Both laughed heartily as they sailed higher, enjoying the view and the freedom
that came with it.

Meanwhile, back at home, Ultra Man looked at the cookbook and added some more
salt to the soup that he was preparing. He had on an apron and sported a black
eye. He hoped it would be ready before his wife and daughter got home, since
he didn't want to make them mad. Turing toward the cabinets he reached for the
dishes and shook his head. One month ago he was the most power man in the
galaxy. Nobody could stand up to his might. Now he was a distant third in his
own house. How could this have happened? He shook his head and repeated his
disbelieving chant. How could this have happened?

The End