NAME_1 traced his finger along the contour of his sleeping girlfriend NAME_2’s bicep. Even after all these years, he still had trouble comprehending its size and mass. Thicker around than his waist, the gigantic ball of muscle was a testament to her unbounded strength and power. That familiar feeling of anxiety flickered in his belly as his subconscious mind once again tried to reconcile his role as a man, as a boyfriend and protector with the undeniable visual evidence of his girlfriend's physical supremacy over him. NAME_1 was no stranger to the feelings of inadequacy that plagued him when he looked at his girlfriend. The sheer size of her and the vast differential in their relative strength always left him with the uneasy feeling that she was somehow more real than him, more substantial. He pressed his fingers against her bicep, gently at first, then more firmly and finally with all his strength, until his whole arm quivered with the exertion – his inability to even dimple her flesh made him feel like a little boy trying to push over a mountain. But it was not enough to break his fascination with her body. As he pushed his fingers into his girlfriend, his eyes were drawn to her breasts, which were large and full, with pronounced nipples that was always erect. Her breasts were so big that they extended well beyond her armpits, the heavy orbs resting on the top of her massively-developed lats and shoulders. Not one single part of her body was free from the all-consuming development that had taken over. Even the inner muscles of her most intimate orifice had become so hypertrophied that NAME_1 could no longer penetrate her with her help, even with copious amounts of lubrication. Her vagina had become a tight slit between two massive, rounded pillars of steel-hard muscle that knitted together impossibly tightly. He had told her that he didn't mind, that he was happy to bring her pleasure any way he could, but watching her effortlessly part her labia with her powerful fingers and pleasure herself with brutal efficiency made him feel more weak and helpless more than anything else. It was proof that he had been demoted from boyfriend to mere servant, from lover to masturbation aid. In the recesses of his mind, his subconscious tried vainly to put a number to the vast, inconceivable strength disparity between them, to rationalize his helplessness in the face of his girlfriend's power, but it was too big, too immense – while she could move planets, he could barely lift his own bodyweight. He knew that her superhuman form was so i