"Will we be able to free our friends if we enter this place?" she asked

 

"Anything's possible. Extremely unlikely, but possible." was the response.

With a deep breath that made her enhanced chest rise and swell, Supergirl nodded at America and they walked through the double doors together.

 

They both blinked at the sudden influx of sunlight, temporarily blinded, only to open their eyes and see themselves on a boardwalk in front of a beach. The beach itself seemed covered in workout equipment, huge men working on weight machines and lifting barbells as far as the eye could see, with lifeguard shacks and what looked like vendor booths dotting the horizon. Neither of them spotted the enormous Amazonian heroines among the crowd.

Directly in front of them they saw a turnstile that seemed to be the only entrance to the beach, a long chainlink gate stretching out otherwise, next to a man in shades and a green speedo sitting behind a desk. He was huge, at least 6' 5", with massive muscles and short dark hair. Oddly, his ears were pointed like some sort of fantasy elf.

"Hello, ladies. Welcome to Muscle Beach!" he said in a deep voice. "If you want to enter, I'm afraid we do have a strict dress code."

"Que? What kind of estupido bullshit is thees? And Namor, is that ju?" America said, scowling.

"America, do you know this guy?" Supergirl asked.

 

"Claro que si! He's a King of Atlantis where I leeve, not some pendejo bouncer."

America's eyes narrowed. If they could break the will of the famously stubborn Namor, there might be more to this Dr. Diabolical than met the eye.

 

"Now, ladies, please calm down. Luckily, it looks like we have suits that are just your size. Even yours, uh, Miss." Namor said with a derisive sniffle at America's chest.

Suddenly, two swimsuits appeared on a rack next to the booth. One was an American flag motif string bikini, with a tiny flag on the crotch and two very tiny white stars against blue on each meager cup. The other was a slingshot thong two-piece with tiny "S" shields over the crotch and nipple area. Just looking at both made it abundantly clear that they'd cover barely anything at all.

"You can change in the showers over there if you're the shy type." Namor said, jerking his head towards a nearby shower/bathroom area. "Otherwise, we can come to some . . . OTHER arrangement for me to let you in."

He lowered his sunglasses and leered at Supergirl to make his meaning abundantly clear.

She covered her chest with her arms huffily.

"And what if we say no to both, ah, options?"

Namor shrugged and pulled some drinks that looked like Gatorade from beneath the desk, one green, one orange.

"You can each drink one of these instead. They'll really make sure you fit in here at Muscle Beach. I think you in particular could use a shot of this green stuff, little girl." he added, looking at America.

 

For a moment, they were silent, weighing their options, which is how they were able to hear two delighted female shouts in the far distance.

"PROTEIN SHAKE TIME! Yaaaaay!"

They quickly exchanged glances but didn't have to share a word to know that was their friends, although each voice sounded higher pitched than they remembered. They had to make a choice and quickly.