Hi everyone, i put this story together thanks to ChatGPT, based on the works by Dmaynard, so it's gonna be quite gory.
hope you'll like it
in the long run, you'll probably notice some kind of pattern, I'm not a writer.
Barbie's boxe domination
The park was quiet, the stillness of the evening air punctuated only by the
sound of footsteps. Barbie stood in the center of the open clearing, her
presence was undeniable. The setting sun cast long shadows across the ground,
highlighting the contours of her muscular frame. Every inch of her body exuded
power, from the thick cords of muscle that defined her arms to the sculpted
muscles of her legs that seemed to anchor her to the earth itself. Her broad
shoulders were squared, the deltoids rippling subtly beneath her skin as she
adjusted her stance, creating a solid and imposing silhouette.
Her chest rose and fell with slow, controlled breaths, the pectoral muscles
flexing slightly with each inhale, their firm, rounded shape pushing against the
fabric of her top. The muscles in her abdomen were clearly defined, each block
of her six-pack standing out in stark relief, the striations deepening as she
tightened her core, ready for whatever might come next.
Barbie’s legs, thick and powerful, were planted firmly on the ground, her quads
bulging with muscle as they supported her weight effortlessly. The muscles in
her thighs were taut, the definition so pronounced that every fiber could be
seen shifting as she subtly adjusted her stance. Her calves, diamond-shaped and
rock-hard, added to the sense of stability and power, ensuring that she was
rooted to the spot like an immovable force.
Even her back, visible as she stood slightly turned, was a testament to her
strength. The lats flared out beneath her shoulders, creating a wide, V-shaped
taper that led down to her narrow waist. The muscles along her spine shifted and
flexed with each small movement, a display of both power and grace.
Barbie’s arms hung at her sides, relaxed yet brimming with potential energy. Her
biceps, even at rest, were thick and rounded, the veins snaking across them
hinting at the power she held in reserve. Her forearms were equally impressive,
the muscles there well-defined and ready to spring into action at a moment’s
notice.
As she stood there, her entire body was a picture of strength and readiness.
Every muscle, from her broad shoulders to her sculpted calves, worked in harmony
to create a figure that was both intimidating and awe-inspiring. Barbie wasn’t
just standing in the clearing—she was commanding it, her muscular form
dominating the space with an effortless confidence that left no doubt as to who
was in control.
She watched as her opponent approached, a man whose bravado barely masked the
fear in his eyes. He had heard of her, of course. Everyone had. The stories of
her strength, her invincibility, were whispered like urban legends. But few had
ever faced her directly, and those who had, never spoke of it again.
"Are you ready?" Barbie asked, her voice a mix of sweetness and steel, her smile
inviting but laced with something darker.
The man hesitated for a moment before nodding, trying to suppress the rising
dread in his chest. He clenched his fists, preparing to give everything he had.
"Good," Barbie replied, her eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "Show me what
you’ve got."
The man launched himself at her, throwing a wild punch aimed at her face. Barbie
didn’t move. The punch landed with a dull thud against her cheek, but she didn’t
flinch, her expression unchanged. Instead, she responded with a light jab, a
punch so soft it was almost laughable—yet it sent him stumbling back.
"Come on," Barbie coaxed, her voice dripping with false encouragement. "Is that
really all you’ve got?"
He grit his teeth and lunged again, this time aiming for her midsection. His
fist collided with her abs, but it felt like hitting a brick wall. Barbie’s body
was unyielding, her muscles absorbing the blow without even the slightest
reaction. She delivered another weak jab in return, barely a nudge, but it was
enough to knock him off balance.
"You can do better," she said, her tone almost mocking now. "I believe in you!"
The man’s desperation grew as he realized she was toying with him. He tried
every trick he knew—kicks, punches, even attempts to trip her. But Barbie moved
effortlessly, her muscles flexing and shifting with each movement, every counter
a reminder of the vast gulf between their strengths.
"Is this really the best you can do?" Barbie asked, her voice tinged with
disappointment. "I was hoping for more of a challenge."
The man’s face flushed with a mix of shame and anger. He swung at her again, his
fists flying in a flurry of desperate strikes. But Barbie simply dodged, her
body a blur of controlled power. Each punch missed by inches, and every time she
countered, it was with a playful tap, a weak jab that left him stumbling.
As the man’s fists collided with Barbie’s body, her muscles responded with an
almost effortless resilience. Each punch that landed on her abdomen was met with
the unyielding wall of her abs. The muscles in her core tightened reflexively,
the individual blocks of her eight-pack hardening like stone upon impact. The
punches seemed to bounce off her stomach, the force dissipated instantly by the
dense muscle fibers that contracted and absorbed the shock, leaving her
completely unfazed.
Her chest muscles, firm and powerful, also took the brunt of his desperate
blows. When his fists struck her pectorals, the thick muscle beneath her skin
barely moved. Her pectoral muscles flexed automatically, the striations within
them becoming more pronounced as they absorbed the impact. It was as though his
punches were hitting a padded steel surface; the energy of his attacks was
immediately neutralized by the sheer density and strength of her chest muscles.
When his punches targeted her shoulders and arms, Barbie's deltoids and biceps
responded with similar ease. Her deltoids, already massive, flexed subtly with
each strike, their rounded, powerful form absorbing the punches without any hint
of discomfort. Her biceps, rock-hard and bulging, barely registered the hits,
the thick muscle simply tightening and dispersing the force throughout her arm.
The sinewy tendons in her forearms, strong and unyielding, reinforced her arms
against his attacks, making it clear that her body was far beyond anything his
fists could challenge.
Even when he attempted to strike her sides, aiming for her obliques, Barbie’s
muscles reacted with the same impenetrable strength. Her obliques, firm and
deeply cut, absorbed the blows as if they were nothing more than gentle taps.
The muscle fibers tightened, forming a protective barrier that dispersed the
energy across her torso, rendering his efforts completely ineffective.
Barbie’s legs, too, were a fortress against his kicks. When he aimed a desperate
kick at her thigh, her quads responded by flexing with such force that the
muscles became like coiled springs of iron. The impact of his kick was absorbed
instantly, the muscle fibers within her quads contracting and dissipating the
force with ease.
Her calves, equally thick and powerful, provided a stable base,
their diamond-shaped muscles barely registering his attempts to weaken her
stance.
With each punch and kick, Barbie's body remained relaxed, yet every muscle was
primed to absorb and neutralize the force with effortless control. It was as if
her muscles were a living armor, perfectly designed to withstand and nullify any
attack, leaving her unscathed and completely dominant.
After what felt like hours of futile effort, the man was gasping for breath, his
body drenched in sweat. Barbie, on the other hand, was as composed as ever,
barely a hair out of place.
With each jab, Barbie’s muscles sprang into action with effortless precision.
Her shoulders rolled forward, the deltoids tightening and shifting under her
skin, creating smooth, controlled power in her upper body. The motion was fluid,
almost mechanical in its efficiency, as the muscle fibers in her arms
contracted, driving her fist forward with just enough force to send a clear
message, but not enough to cause real damage—yet.
As her fist extended, the biceps and triceps on her arm tensed and flexed,
displaying the raw strength she was holding back. The veins along her forearm
bulged slightly, delivering a surge of blood to the muscles, fueling them with
the energy they needed for each precise jab. The striations in her biceps became
more pronounced, highlighting the dense muscle packed into her arm, but she kept
the power contained, her muscles moving like well-oiled machinery.
Her chest muscles worked in tandem with her arms, the pectorals flexing with
each jab, adding just the right amount of push behind the punch. The movement
caused the muscles in her torso to shift subtly, her abs tightening and
releasing with each motion, the power traveling from her core through to her
fist. Even though she was delivering what seemed to be gentle taps, the sheer
control and power behind each one was undeniable.
Barbie’s legs provided a stable base for her punches, her quads and calves
flexing as she shifted her weight with every jab. Her stance was solid, her
lower body absorbing the minimal impact of the punches while providing the
balance needed to deliver each one with precision. Her glutes tightened slightly
with each movement, the muscles in her legs working seamlessly to keep her
perfectly balanced and poised.
Despite the lightness of the jabs, every muscle in Barbie’s body was engaged,
working in harmony to deliver those soft, controlled punches. It was a display
of power held back, of immense strength waiting to be unleashed. Each jab was a
reminder of the force she was capable of, yet restrained, as if she were playing
a game that only she knew the rules to.
"Had enough?" she asked, tilting her head slightly as she studied him with those
piercing eyes.
He shook his head, though his exhaustion was evident. "Not… yet," he panted,
refusing to give up.
Barbie’s smile widened, but it was no longer friendly. It was a predator’s
smile, one that sent chills down his spine. "Alright," she said softly, her tone
suddenly serious. "But I think it’s time to end this."
She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in before continuing, "I’m
going to deliver one last punch."
The man felt a flicker of hope. "Just one more?" he asked, his voice trembling
with relief.
"Just one," Barbie confirmed, her voice almost kind. But then her expression
darkened, and the air seemed to grow colder. "But I need you to understand—this
punch won’t be like the others."
The man’s relief turned to dread. "Wait, what do you mean?" he stammered, but
Barbie was already focusing, her gaze narrowing as she prepared herself.
She lifted her fist, and he could see the muscles in her arm tensing, her biceps
swelling with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat. The veins in her arm
stood out, pulsing as if alive, feeding her muscles the power they craved. Her
fist became a weapon, charged with all the energy she had held back until now.
"Here’s what’s going to happen," Barbie said, her voice unnervingly cheerful.
"When I throw this punch, it’s going to go straight through your chest. My fist
will impale you, and your body will be stuck on my arm, completely impaled.
Then, I’ll flex my bicep, and your body… well, it’s going to be obliterated."
The man’s eyes widened in horror. "No, please!" he begged, his voice rising in
panic. "You don’t have to do this!" He started to hit her again, his fists
pounding against her abs, but it was like trying to move a mountain.
Barbie shook her head slowly, her expression almost pitying. "It’s too late for
that," she said softly, her voice laced with finality. "This is how it ends."
As he protested and pleaded, Barbie’s voice took on a playful tone, almost as if
she were humoring a child. "Oh, don’t worry," she said, patting his shoulder
lightly. "It’ll be quick, I promise. But I want you to know exactly what’s
coming. Every bone in your body will break. Every organ will be crushed. And
when I flex my bicep after, well… there won’t be much left of you."
Even as she prepared for the final flex, Barbie couldn’t resist one last taunt.
"Ready?" she asked, her voice bright and cheery, as if this were all just a
game. "This is going to hurt. A lot. But look on the bright side—you get to
experience what it feels like to be completely destroyed by someone like me. Not
many people can say that."
As Barbie began to focus, her entire body seemed to shift into a state of
heightened readiness. Her muscles, already prominent, became even more defined
as she drew in a deep breath, channeling all her energy into her core. Her
biceps swelled slightly, the muscle fibers tightening and contracting, preparing
for the burst of power she was about to unleash. The veins in her arms pulsed
rhythmically, a steady flow of blood feeding her muscles, making them appear
almost alive under her skin.
Her chest rose and fell with controlled breaths, the pectorals flexing as she
concentrated. The muscles across her shoulders and upper back shifted, aligning
perfectly to distribute the energy she was gathering. The trapezius muscles,
running from her neck to her shoulders, tensed and bulged slightly, providing a
solid foundation for the strength that was pooling in her upper body.
Barbie’s abs tightened, the blocks of muscle becoming hard and pronounced, like
armor protecting her core. Each striation in her abdomen became more visible, a
testament to the sheer power she was summoning from within. Her obliques, the
muscles running along her sides, flexed and contracted as she braced herself,
preparing to transfer all that focused energy into her final, devastating move.
Her legs, solid and powerful, rooted her to the ground. The quads and hamstrings
tensed, the muscle fibers aligning perfectly to support the surge of power that
would travel from her core to her fist. Her calves tightened, the diamond-shaped
muscles standing out sharply as she anchored herself, ensuring every ounce of
energy was ready to be channeled with precision.
Barbie’s entire body seemed to hum with latent power as she focused. The air
around her felt charged, as if the energy she was harnessing was so intense it
could barely be contained. Her muscles worked in perfect unison, each one
contributing to the buildup of strength, the preparation for what was to come.
Every fiber in her being was aligned with a singular purpose, a deadly
combination of strength, control, and precision that would soon be unleashed.
As Barbie readied herself for the final punch, her demeanor shifted from playful
to deadly serious. She lifted her fist slowly, letting the man take in every
detail of her powerful arm, the muscles flexing and bulging with raw,
unstoppable energy.
Her voice dropped to a low, almost intimate tone, as if she
were sharing a dark secret. "I hope you’re prepared," she warned, her eyes
locking onto his with a gaze that was both cold and calculating. "Because what’s
about to happen is going to be the last thing you ever feel."
She let the words hang in the air, allowing the gravity of the situation to sink
in. "When I throw this punch," she continued, her voice steady and unyielding,
"it’s not just going to hurt. It’s going to destroy you. My fist is going to
punch right through your chest, and everything inside you is going to be
obliterated."
Barbie leaned in closer, her voice growing more intense, each word dripping with
sinister intent. "Your ribs will be the first to go," she said, her tone almost
clinical as she described the impending damage. "They’ll shatter on impact,
sending shards of bone into your heart and lungs. You’ll feel your chest cave in
as my fist drives deeper, pulverizing everything in its path."
She watched as terror gripped him, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"But that’s not all," she warned, her voice now taking on a darker, more ominous
edge. "As my fist tears through you, your organs will be crushed into nothing.
Your blood vessels will burst, your spine will snap, and your entire body will
collapse around my arm."
Barbie straightened up, her expression devoid of any mercy, her muscles tensing
in anticipation of the final blow. "You can beg all you want," she said, her
voice cold and unrelenting. "But it won’t stop what’s coming. This punch will
end you, completely. You’ll be nothing but a broken, lifeless shell when I’m
done."
She took a moment to let him process the full horror of her words before
delivering the final, chilling warning. "So, if you’ve got any last thoughts,"
she said softly, "now’s the time. Because when I hit you, there won’t be
anything left. Just pain, destruction, and then… nothing."
Barbie’s fist began to glow with the intensity of the power she was gathering,
her muscles tightening like coiled springs ready to unleash their force. "This
is your last chance," she whispered, her voice a deadly promise. "When I throw
this punch, your life ends. And I guarantee, you’re going to feel every second
of it."
With those final words, Barbie drew back her fist, every muscle in her body
coiled and ready to deliver the devastating blow. The tension in the air was
palpable as she prepared to unleash her full strength, her eyes never leaving
his, ensuring that he understood the inevitability of his fate.
"Alright," she said brightly, "here it comes!"
As Barbie delivered the final punch, her entire body erupted with power, each
muscle working in perfect synchrony. Her fist shot forward with lightning speed,
driven by the explosive force generated from every muscle in her arm. Her
biceps, now fully engaged, swelled to their maximum size, the muscle fibers
contracting with such intensity that they seemed to harden into solid stone. The
veins along her arm bulged, visibly pulsing as they delivered a torrent of blood
and energy to fuel the devastating strike.
Her triceps flexed powerfully, providing the necessary force to extend her arm
with precision. The muscles rippled under her skin, each one contributing to the
overwhelming strength behind the punch. Her forearm, a network of sinewy muscle
and thick veins, acted as a conduit for the immense energy traveling from her
shoulder to her fist, ensuring that the full force of her punch was concentrated
into a single, lethal point of impact.
Barbie’s shoulders rolled forward as she unleashed the punch, the deltoids
tightening and flexing, adding weight and momentum to the strike. Her chest
muscles, already tensed from focusing, contracted violently, the pectorals
bulging as they provided additional force, driving her fist through the man’s
chest with terrifying efficiency.
Her core muscles—abs, obliques, and lower back—engaged in unison, stabilizing
her body and channeling the force from her legs up through her torso. The blocks
of her abdominal muscles, now fully rigid, transmitted the energy upwards,
ensuring that no power was lost in the transition. Her obliques twisted
slightly, adding rotational force to the punch, making it even more devastating.
Barbie’s legs, the foundation of her strength, played a crucial role in the
punch’s delivery. Her quads, thick and powerful, flexed with incredible force,
propelling her body forward. The muscles in her calves contracted sharply,
providing the final push needed to anchor her stance and drive the punch with
unyielding power. Her glutes, the strongest muscles in her body, tensed and
added their own considerable force, ensuring that every ounce of strength she
possessed was focused into the punch.
As Barbie’s fist made contact with the man’s chest, the impact was catastrophic,
sending shockwaves of destruction through his body. Her punch drove through his
sternum with a force so intense that his ribcage shattered instantly, the bones
splintering into jagged fragments that tore through his flesh and organs. The
sound of cracking bones echoed in the air, a gruesome symphony of destruction as
her fist plowed deeper into his torso.
The ribs, unable to withstand the overwhelming pressure, snapped like brittle
twigs, the jagged edges piercing his lungs and heart. His lungs collapsed almost
immediately, the air forced out in a violent rush as they were punctured and
crushed by the broken bones. The heart, now exposed and vulnerable, was
obliterated by the sheer force of her punch, the muscle tissue tearing apart as
her fist continued its unstoppable trajectory.
As her fist drove through his chest, the internal organs were reduced to a pulpy
mass. His liver and spleen, vital yet fragile, were pulverized on impact, their
contents spilling into the abdominal cavity. The stomach, unable to withstand
the force, burst open, spilling its acidic contents into the surrounding tissue,
further adding to the internal devastation. His intestines were mangled beyond
recognition, the once coiled and pliable organs now flattened and torn.
The spine, a central pillar of support, was not spared. As Barbie's fist pushed
through his chest, the vertebrae in his upper back cracked and shattered, the
discs between them rupturing and sending fragments of bone into the surrounding
muscle and tissue. The spinal cord, vital for transmitting nerve signals, was
severed, leaving his lower body instantly paralyzed and completely disconnected
from the brain.
Blood vessels throughout his body burst under the strain, sending torrents of
blood pouring into his chest cavity. The capillaries in his eyes ruptured,
turning the whites a deep, bloodshot red, while blood began to pour from his
mouth, nose, and ears, a gruesome sign of the catastrophic internal
hemorrhaging. His skin, already stretched tight by the force of the impact,
began to tear, the pressure from within too great for the flesh to contain.
The sheer force of Barbie's punch created a vacuum within his chest, sucking his
body inward around her arm. His torso caved inwards, the flesh and muscle
tearing away from the bone as her fist tore through him, leaving a gaping hole
where his chest had once been. The remnants of his ribcage and spine jutted out
grotesquely, the bones splintered and sharp, while the surrounding tissue hung
in tatters, barely recognizable as human.
As her fist exited his back, the remaining structural integrity of his body
failed entirely. His limbs flailed helplessly as his upper body collapsed
inward, the internal framework destroyed beyond repair. Blood sprayed from the
gaping wound in his chest, splattering the ground in a macabre display as his
life drained away in an instant.
He hung there, impaled on her fist, his body twitching as the last remnants of
life drained from him. Barbie watched him closely, her expression one of cold
detachment.
"See?" she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of satisfaction. "Just like I
told you."
She looked down at her arm, admiring the way her muscles flexed and bulged
beneath the skin, his blood staining her perfect form. "My muscles really are
something, aren’t they?" she mused, almost to herself.
The man’s vision blurred, the world fading as death crept closer. "So," Barbie
asked cheerfully, "how does it feel? Any feedback for me?"
But before he could even try to answer, Barbie’s expression turned serious
again. "Now, for the final touch," she warned, her tone almost gentle. "I’m
going to flex my bicep, and when I do… well, your body isn’t going to handle it
too well."
His eyes filled with terror as the realization of his fate dawned on him. "No…
please…" he choked out, but it was too late.
As Barbie held the man impaled on her arm, she could see the fear in his eyes,
the realization that there was no escape from what was about to happen. Her
smile grew more menacing as she leaned in closer, her voice dripping with
ominous glee. "I hope you’re ready," she said softly, her tone almost
comforting, but laced with dark intent. "Because this is going to be the last
thing you ever feel."
She gave him a moment to let the words sink in, watching as his expression
twisted in terror. "I’m going to flex my bicep now," Barbie continued, her voice
cold and deliberate. "And when I do, it’s going to be like nothing you’ve ever
imagined. Every muscle in my arm will swell to its maximum size, and your body…
well, it won’t stand a chance."
Barbie’s eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she described what was about to
happen. "You’ll feel your ribs crack first," she warned, her voice calm and
steady. "Then, the bones will shatter, splintering into your organs. Your heart,
your lungs… they’ll be crushed into nothing. And that’s just the beginning."
She paused, savoring the fear that radiated from him, before continuing with
chilling precision. "The pressure will build and build until your skin can’t
hold it anymore. You’ll tear apart from the inside out. Your blood, your guts…
everything will explode outwards as my bicep reaches its full size. You’ll be
reduced to nothing but a smear on my arm."
As she felt his body trembling, Barbie’s smile widened. "Are you scared?" she
asked mockingly, her tone now cruel and taunting. "You should be. This is the
end for you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. But hey," she added with
a twisted laugh, "at least you get to be part of something incredible. Not many
people can say they were obliterated by a single flex."
As Barbie prepared to deliver the final flex, her body seemed to gather all the
remaining energy and power within her. Her bicep, already swollen from the
punch, began to contract and expand with terrifying intensity. The muscle
fibers, packed densely together, bulged and rippled beneath her skin, growing
larger and harder with each passing second. The veins snaked across her arm,
throbbing visibly as they pumped blood at an accelerated rate, fueling the
incredible power surging through her bicep.. "This is it," she warned one last
time, her voice low and dangerous. "When I flex, you’ll be gone. Completely. So
if you’ve got any last words, now’s the time."
With a deep breath, Barbie initiated the flex, and her bicep exploded in size,
the muscle expanding to its absolute limit. The skin over her arm stretched
taut, barely containing the sheer mass of muscle swelling beneath it. The peak
of her bicep rose like a mountain, every striation and vein prominently
displayed as her arm transformed into an unstoppable force of destruction.
Her triceps and forearm muscles responded in kind, tightening and flexing to
support the immense power being generated by her bicep. The forearm, already
thick with muscle, became even more defined, the sinews and tendons pulling taut
as they anchored the force of the flex. Her triceps, forming a massive horseshoe
of muscle, contracted with a force that added even more pressure to the flex,
ensuring that the destructive energy was fully concentrated in her arm.
As Barbie continued to flex, her chest and shoulder muscles joined in, adding
their own considerable strength to the mix. Her pectorals tensed, the muscles
rippling with power as they helped to stabilize and amplify the force emanating
from her bicep. The deltoids, already hard and defined, bulged further, their
striations becoming even more pronounced as they locked her shoulder into place,
ensuring that every ounce of power from her upper body was directed into the
flex.
Her core, rock-solid and unyielding, provided the necessary stability for such
an intense display of strength. The muscles in her abdomen and obliques
tightened, the striations deepening as they braced her torso against the
enormous pressure being generated. Her lower back muscles flexed, anchoring her
body and allowing her to channel the flex with perfect control.
As Barbie’s bicep reached its maximum size, the man’s body, impaled on her arm,
could no longer withstand the overwhelming force.. The bones in his chest,
barely holding together, started to crack audibly, the sound like dry twigs
snapping underfoot.
The ribs, which had already been shattered, were now forced apart by the sheer
mass of Barbie’s expanding muscle. Jagged bone fragments tore through what
remained of his flesh, puncturing the delicate tissues of his lungs and heart.
Blood began to pour from his mouth and nose, a dark, frothy mix that signaled
the complete destruction of his internal organs.
As the flex continued, Barbie’s bicep grew even larger, pushing against the
limits of the man’s body. The skin on his chest stretched impossibly thin,
turning a sickly shade of pale as it struggled to contain the explosive growth
of muscle beneath it. His heart, already damaged, was crushed entirely, reduced
to nothing more than a pulpy mass as the pressure increased.
The spine, a crucial structure for his body's stability, couldn’t handle the
force either. Vertebrae snapped one by one, each crack accompanied by a sharp
jolt of pain that radiated through his entire body. The spinal cord was severed,
leaving his lower body completely paralyzed, but even this offered no relief
from the agony coursing through his upper body.
His organs were pulverized under the relentless force, turned into a mushy,
indistinguishable mix of tissue and blood. The liver, kidneys, and intestines
were flattened, their contents spilling into the already flooded abdominal
cavity. Blood vessels throughout his body burst like overfilled water balloons,
releasing torrents of blood that pooled around the expanding muscle.
As Barbie’s bicep reached its full peak, the man’s skin finally gave way. The
overstretched flesh tore apart with a sickening rip, unable to contain the
immense pressure any longer. Blood and viscera exploded outward, splattering
across the ground as his body was literally torn apart from the inside out. His
limbs flailed weakly as the last of his strength drained away, his torso
collapsing in on itself as Barbie’s flex obliterated what remained of his
structure.
The final flex left nothing but carnage in its wake. The man’s body, once whole,
was now a gory ruin, reduced to nothing more than a mess of shattered bones,
shredded organs, and torn flesh. The remains of his chest cavity were completely
hollowed out, the ribcage blown open like a bomb had gone off inside it. His
head lolled to one side, his face frozen in a final expression of terror and
agony, his eyes staring blankly at nothing.
Barbie’s arm, still flexed, was now coated in blood and gore, the remains of her
victim clinging to the rock-hard muscle. As she released the flex, what was left
of the man’s body slumped to the ground in a wet, lifeless heap, a testament to
the absolute destruction that her strength had wrought.Barbie looked down at the
mess she had made, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
"Well, that was fun," she said brightly, admiring her handiwork. "Goodbye, and
thanks for playing."
She wiped the blood from her arm, flexing her bicep one last time before turning
and walking away. The park was silent once more, the only evidence of the horror
that had unfolded there a dark, wet stain on the ground and the lingering
feeling of dread in the air.
Barbie’s steps were light, her heart unburdened by what she had done. She was
stronger, faster, and better than anyone else. And she knew, deep down, that no
one could stop her.
