Glamazon Stella towers over Frank, her long, toned legs straddling his tiny frame. She can't help but laugh at the sight before her - a puny, pathetic man daring to challenge her in a match of strength. Frank's face turns beet red with embarrassment as Stella compares their bodies. Hers, a strong, muscular figure, and his, a mere shadow in comparison. With muscles that are practically non-existent, Stella teases him, flexing her bicep in front of Frank's face. He can't even begin to compete with her - his arms are like twigs compared to her bulging muscles. And when Stella looks down at his legs, she can't help but laugh at his tiny chicken legs while poking at his quads with her finger. But it isn't just his legs that are lacking - Frank's entire body seems to pale in comparison to Stella's. His hands are barely half the size of hers, and his head is no bigger than one of her large breasts. Taking her time, she goes over every type of comparison she can think of. The height of the humiliation being when she stands directly in front of him- he seems to entirely disappear! Laughing, the glamazon is effortlessly lifting Frank up with one arm, holding him above her head like a rag doll. It's just too easy to overpower him - his lightweight body is no match for her strength. Placing him on her broad back and holding him there with just one arm, Frank squirms and struggles, but Stella holds him in while flexing her muscles, showing off her dominance over poor Frank. They continue to compare their bodies, with Stella always coming out on top being larger, taller, thicker, and stronger in every way. From biceps to quads to calves, she is always bigger and stronger. And when they finally decide to have a quick arm wrestling match, it's no surprise who comes out as the clear winner.