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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: Jayder on November 06, 2022, 06:07:43 pm
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New story about a muscular stay at home mom. Might not be too many chapters in this one but the first part here is some setup. Second part should be coming soon.
Prologue/Backstory:
My wife and I have been happily married for 10 years, but things have changed so much during that time that it’s hard for me to believe it hasn’t been a lifetime. We met at Yale. I was an overly ambitious business student with a sharp wit and she was a chemistry major who was on the rowing team. We met at a frat party during our junior year.
Sarah was different than a lot of the girls I usually approached. I’m about 5 foot 7 on a good day so it was always just easier for me to go for short and petite girls. Sarah though was a couple inches taller than me and had rather broad shoulders and long toned arms. She was extremely attractive though with long brown hair and intoxicating green eyes that I could get lost in for days. She was easy to bring to laughter and her pearly white smile lit up the room.
I had an abundance of confidence and made a move after a couple drinks. Somehow she found me interesting and funny enough and we spent the rest of the night hitting it off. The next couple years were a whirlwind. We immediately started dating and became inseparable. Thanks to good old fashioned Ivy league networking I got a job in New York City at a big investment bank and she got one as a lab technician. We were able to afford a decent Manhattan apartment and enjoyed our nights out in the city. Although she was no longer an athlete she still stayed in shape through a mixture of cardio and light weights. I was never a big exerciser but even if I was my hours made it too difficult to manage.
We married four years later and moved to the suburbs a year after that when we had our daughter. Things were moving along smoothly. I was killing it at work and by the time Sarah became pregnant I was pulling in almost seven figures a year. Needless to say, there was no need for Sarah to go back to work so she became a full time stay at home mom.
When our daughter turned three we enrolled her in one of those fancy preschools which allowed Sarah to have a little bit more free time during the day. Unfortunately, depression creeped in with our daughter away and me constantly working. I encouraged her as best I could and when she told me she wanted to start working out and lifting weights again I was all too eager to support. While I loved my wife dearly and thought she was objectively gorgeous, one of the reasons I approached her all those years ago was her physique. Fit women turned me on and her arms, shoulders and toned mid-section were like kerosene to me at the time.
Sarah was a very type A person and could have quite an obsessive and addictive personality. When she got into something, she really got into it. It’s one of the things that made her be able to juggle being a college athlete and an Ivy league student. She had free reign of the credit card and next to the steady charges for new clothing and purses I began to see charges for a gym membership, protein powder, creatine and books on lifting and nutrition. Many nights were filled with her browsing the internet on lifting forums and sub*****s, absorbing as much info as she could and obsessing over what she should eat and how she should lift to maximize her what she called her “natural ceiling”.
After about a year she had shed the modest layer of fat that accumulates on most young mothers and had returned to the same shape that she was in in college, if not a little better. Lithe strong arms, wider shoulders, a flat stomach with a nice four pack when she flexed and a big firm ass on solid quads. She looked fantastic. It was weird though, she never seemed satisfied and always made faces at herself in the mirror or made self-deprecating comments about her body. Her body dysmorphia was a bit saddening but it fueled her to keep pushing herself to be better.
For her one year “lift-iversary”, as I playfully called it, I gave her permission to build her dream home gym in our new house. Our financial situation had gotten even better in the last few months as I had accepted an offer to become Vice President of a startup “boutique” investment firm that only catered to rich individuals. A position that came with a ridiculous salary and bonus. First thing we did was upgrade to a beautiful mansion. The basement was finished but down a few steps we had an unfinished subbasement that would be perfect for Sarah’s gym.
Since price was no option, Sarah dove in and began purchasing exactly what she wanted. A massive power rack, a deadlift platform, a huge dumbbell rack, mirrors all over the place, big pulley systems, and the list went on and on. I barely knew what it all was but the way she excitedly rambled on about every minute detail made me just as happy as she was.
On the daily we got box after box delivered and while I was away at work she would put everything exactly the way she wanted it. One night I arrived home late and after grabbing a quick bite to eat ran upstairs but my daughter was already fast asleep. I hadn’t seen Sarah around so I went downstairs to see if she was there.
The subbasement door was closed and I could help but laugh as Sarah had bought out up a sign that said “Dungeon” on the door. I knocked and walked in to see Sarah doing pullups in a black sports bra and shorts. She beamed at me through the mirror, her hair and body glistening with sweat. She did three more and jumped off.
“Hi hunny” she said as she walked toward me, pulling her hair back behind her round shoulders and giving me a kass.
“Hey babe, is it all done? You took her for a spin?”
“Yea, its amazing isn’t it. Just finished a back workout. I’m up to sets of 10 for pullups.” She lit up, clearly proud of herself and her new gym. She showed me around and explained every piece of equipment and why she decided to get it. Toward the end of the “tour” she dropped a question on me that I wasn’t expecting. One that would change things at an accelerating pace.
“I have something I want to run by you. Now before you say anything I want you to know that I am doing my research and am going to be very careful with how I approach things.”
“Relax, you know I trust you. You definitely do you due diligence, I could honestly probably use that side of you at the firm.” I smiled at her and she rolled her eyes a bit but softened up.
“Thanks babe…. The thing is, I’ve been plateauing on most of my lifts and haven’t really been able to put on much muscle in the past couple months. Things were easy at first because I was regaining what I had lost from college but I think I’ve hit my natural ceiling.” She paused for a bit and I began to reply.
“Ummmm, ok…” but she cut me off before I could really form a thought beyond puzzlement.
“I want to start taking steroids. I love being strong again and I want to keep going, I want to push myself to my limits. I needed a hobby when our baby went off to school and now it’s the only thing I can think of during the day.”
I arched my eyebrows, surprised a bit, but deep down the words definitely lit a fire in me. One of curiosity and lust. Sensing her hesitancy at my reaction, I embraced her.
“Honey, I want you to be happy and to be the best version of yourself that you can be. I’ll always find you sexy. Make sure to be careful though, you don’t want to harm yourself.”
She reassured me that she would and I knew that she was telling the truth. I knew that she would probably start researching nonstop about what compounds to take and all that. So, I wasn’t surprised at all later that night when she started explaining that she had already started researching what hormones to take. Money wasn’t an issue so she was going to buy the best pharma grade stuff she could.
Sarah’s progress over the next few years was unbelievable. Her gains seemed gradual but unrelenting, putting on 1-2 pounds of lean mass per month depending on what she was taking and how much she was eating. She was scientific about the process and obsessed over the smallest details. Tracking her calories, her training, and even her mood and how she reacted to each cycle and each different compound that she took. Her chemistry background helped her understand how each compound worked and she would read as much literature as she could. She even reached out to other bodybuilders to get their opinions on what cycles worked best and tinkered everything to maximize her response.
At first she turned to lighter stuff like Anavar. Things that would let her reach the next plateau while minimizing the side effects. Then she would take a step up in dosage or drug class. She explained all the details to me along the way but most of it went in one ear and out the other. One thing that I did internalize though was the results. After a year, she was like a figure model. After another, she was like a physique competitor. Then she entered into female bodybuilder range. And now after 6 years… well I doubt there are woman with the muscularity that she has. She is a monster. She could go toe-to-toe with male bodybuilders, maybe not the behemoths, but certain classes for sure.
While minimizing the side effects of her steroid usage was the original goal, it was impossible to eliminate them entirely at the point she was at now. I loved the change in attitude, confidence, and sex drive and neither of us really minded the “other” effects.
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Nice start! Looking forward to the next chapter
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Nice start, though shame of skipping the details of a build up with year skipping. But hopefully there will be more detailed writing in the next part.
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Feels as though you tried to compress too much into the chapter. Missing details that would enhance story include how you felt at each stage of her growth, whether you were inspired to start training again and whether the power balance has changed over the course of the relationship. Look forward to more chapters.
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A good start; hard to tell if this is going to be a long-form character driven story, or an exposition of the journey (mostly due to the lack of dialogue). But I'm still very intrigued and hope you keep writing more!
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It has been quiet in here. It is good to see this promising story come along.
Take your time. Keep up the good work!
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Great start!
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Thanks for the comments, everyone! I can understand how the first part felt fast, it slows down considerably from here. I love reading growth stories but so far I've preferred writing ones where the woman is already muscular, which is why I glossed over the initial growth, although I've been working on a slower growth story.
Anywho, here is the next installment.
Present Day: Chapter 1
Present Day:
I pulled my Mercedes past the gated entrance and up in front of our mansion. I’d been away for a couple days on a stress-filled business trip and was happy to be home. It was a Friday and our daughter was at a friend’s house for a sleepover, leaving the Mrs. all for me. I stepped outside and was greeted with a blast of summer humidity, it was still mid-80s despite being 10 pm.
In the kitchen there was a plate for me covered in tin foil. A sticky note was sticking to the foil that read “Here’s some fajitas and rice. I’m where you think I am, xoxo- S”. It was a long few days away from my beautiful wide and I was already getting hard just reading her note.
My hunger defeated my horniness for the moment though as I sat down at our big custom made dining table and dove in to the food. Sarah’s fajitas were amazing. Pretty much all of the food she made was amazing. Despite having the T-levels of a high school football team, Sarah was a run-of-the-mill stay at home mom. She cooked, cleaned, did the laundry, and took care of our daughter. And she was great at it. At times she really was a walking contrast. Huge, man-shaming muscles juxtaposed against a love for femininity. Her nails and hair were always immaculate. She constantly smelled heavenly and sweet. She wore beautiful sun dresses and blouses and always had the perfect amount of makeup on. She even maintained a submissive side, often playfully calling me Daddy, even though she could snap me like a twig.
It sometimes felt strange but she still wanted me to be the “Alpha” in the relationship. I am rather slight of build and pretty short but with money comes power so I was used to this type of dynamic and my wife loved it. She likes me being the breadwinner with her as my arm candy. And that dynamic works for us nearly everywhere we go. Everywhere except the Dungeon. That was her domain and she was the boss when she was down there pumping iron.
It’s the reason she left the note. She wasn’t going to interrupt her workout in the middle to come greet her husband like a “good wife’. Nope, during her workout I was going to need to go down into her domain if I wanted to see her. And that always excited the shit out of me.
So, I wolfed down my food, changed into a t-shirt and some loose gym-shorts and ran down the stairs like an excited co-ed.
The house was pretty cool, the AC working over time to offset the summer heat. But when I opened the heavy door to the Dungeon, I was hit with a tidal wave of heat and humidity. Sarah refused to have the weightroom air conditioned despite my badgering. She wanted to sweat when she worked out. She wanted to get the most out of every session.
After recovering from the shock of the temperature change I gazed across the large, dimly lit room. Sarah was at the other end, facing away from me and seated on a bench with back raised up. She dwarfed the bench from this angle, the meat of her lats and traps hanging over the edges of bench. When I sit on it like that you my body is barely wider than the bench, but her wide tanned back made it look like a toy.
Her eyes were closed and headphones were in. Above her head was a barbell loaded up with two 45-pound plates plus an extra 10 and 5 on each side. She must have been doing seated overhead presses.
Then her eyes snapped open, and she started banging her head a bit to whatever heavy metal music she had blasting in her ears. Her sweat-matted hair flew around a bit and smacked into the bench.
She lifted her gargantuan arms, gripped the metal bar so hard her knuckles turned white and blasted the bar up off the supports of the rack. She held it aloft for a second, her unyielding arms showing no strain from the weight. Then it descended down under her chin and blasted upward. Like a machine the barbell went up and down and up and down. Her form was perfect and her muscles were responding. From the back I could see her arms and shoulders blowing up with each rep. Veins crisscrossed across her bloated muscles, pumping them up and fueling them to grow even larger.
Her focus was completely on her set as I moved across the room. On her eighth and final rep she began to struggle a bit when pushing the bar up. A loud, deep, primal grunt emanated from her chest as she willed herself to finish the rep, locking eyes with me through the mirror as she let the weight come crashing down into the safety bar, shaking the power rack.
She sat on the bench staring me in the eyes and just breathing heavily from the strain for a few seconds. Now that I was facing the front of her I could get the full scene. She was completely drenched in sweat, not a dry spot could be found on her yellow Gold’s Gym tank top. The tank top was stretched tight, clinging to life across her thick shelf like pecs. Her hard nipples could easily be seen poking through the wet tank, not an ounce of fat clung to her meaty chest. Outside of her tank her shoulders were blown up like I’d never seen them before. Two veiny, pumped cannonballs that looked as big as my head, giving her an unimaginable width.
“Hii honey” Her deep voice reverberated through the room. That was one of the unavoidable changes from her years of gear usage. And I found it unbearably sexy. Her voice seemed to have gotten deeper in the last few weeks, and although my voice wasn’t deep for a man’s, hers may have been deeper than mine now. But it still had this velvety femininity underscoring it. This sexy singsong silkiness, just with the bass turned up.
“Come say hi to daddy” she said cheekily as she patted her muscled thigh with a loud thud. It was the weightroom after all, she was “daddy” down here.
I swung out my legs to straddle her, sitting on her thighs and reaching my arms around her wide torso. It was like hugging a tree. As I embraced her body it lit up my senses, in a way that would have grossed me out if it was anyone else in the world. She was drenched in sweat after all, and the dampness washed over me immediately. And the other thing was, she stunk to high heavens from the sweat. But it was intoxicating, as weird as it sounds I loved smelling her sweat. There was something primal about it, maybe some sort of pheromones that she had started producing from all that steroid-enhanced meat.
As I sat down she embraced me into a powerful hug, engulfing me into the enormity of her body. My head was buried into her bull-like neck and her bulging pecs. Effortlessly, she sprung up into a standing position and twirled us around a couple times before returning us back to the chair. As she loosened the embrace I popped my head up just in time for her to lock lips with me in a passionate kiss. After we separated I just looked into her face for a moment.
Her sparkling green eyes were staring back at me. As big and shining as the first day we met. Her smile was soft and her teeth were shining white. The rest of her face had changed though. Her cheekbones had sharpened and her jaw line had become heavier and sharper. Her cheeks were slightly coarse against my 5 O’clock shadow. She was very far from being able to grow a beard or anything, but we both chuckled when I had to teach her how to shave her face a few weeks ago.
“How was my man’s work trip?”
“Ugghhh, long and tiring” I said as I collapsed into her embrace. She felt like a furnace even in this inferno of a weight room, but I embraced the heat. I was always expected to be cold and calculating when it came to business so it was nice to be vulnerable. She wrapped her big heavy arms around me and held me for a bit.
“It was good though” I said, slightly muffled as I was talking into her deltoid, where my face was nuzzled. “We closed the deal, a huge new client. They represent about 12% of our portfolio now. Should allow me to afford at least a couple more months of your crazy food and ‘supplement’ budget.”
“That’s good” She whispered huskily, directly into my ear. “Your big muscle stud needs all of the fuel she can get. Its why I keep you around, you know.” We both smiled sarcastically.
“So…” She purred sultrily, looking me in the eye with her muscular pythons draped over me. “Do you want to take care of that?” As she glanced down.
I had been hard since I walked in the room. And my cock was boring directly into her bloated eight-pack, I could feel the blocky bricks through the fabric of my shorts.
“Ohhh, I thought you’d never ask” As I started to reach my hand down towards her crotch.
“Nope” she said, plucking my hand out of the air and holding it firmly. Not tight enough to hurt but tight enough for me to know I wasn’t moving it any lower not matter how hard I tried.
“I’m not done with my workout. I still have a lot more to do. But….” She said with mischievous grin “You are free to stand in front of me and really show me how much these little, girly muscles turn you on.”
I hopped off her lap and quickly stripped out of my shorts and boxers, my big cock sprung to life and pointed like the north star at my she-hulk wife.
“Mmmmm. Momma likes” she growled and licked her lips “Be a dear and take off the ten and five from each side and replace them with a 35-pound plate.”
I dutifully did as I was told. I was pretty slight and didn’t lift regularly so the 35-pound plates felt heavy in my hands. Lifting them up to shoulder height wasn’t the easiest thing and I heard a self-satisfied hum escape from my wife hum as I struggled with the second one. But when I looked over she had closed her eyes, getting back into the zone. Letting the beast back out of its cage to replace the loving wife. Then she started breathing sharply and deliberately as I stood directly in front of her, the enormity of her body evident in all its glory.
“Make it quick” She snapped, as she applied her vice grip to the bar, rolled it around in her hands a bit against the safety and hefted the weight up. The heavy bar shook slightly above her head before she steadied it in her powerful grasp and lowered it down. At her command I started furiously jacking off as I stared at my muscle of a wife press a weight I couldn’t even deadlift off the ground.
Veins snaked across her shoulders and chest as her whole upper body blew up in response to the weight. Her tank top clung to life across her bloated body as she hit rep three. She started to shake a bit, as did I, but we both soldiered on. After finishing rep four she was beat red and looked like her delts and traps were gonna burst out of her thin, soft skin. Each rep emphasized by a deep, raspy grunt.
Her upper body began to shake a bit as she powered up her fifth rep but she kept going, the fibers and veins pulsing and pumping outwards on her shoulders and arms. On her eight rep, she brought the bar all the way down past her chin, touching it slightly to her bloated sweaty pecs before powering it back up with a grunt. The bar stalled halfway up, Sarah struggled mightily to finish her rep until I desperately moaned out words of encouragement and she powered through the plateau, setting the weights down on to the rack with another room shaking crash that almost sent me over the edge.
As soon as she finished she thrust her arms and torso forward into a mind melting most muscular, accompanied by a guttural growl. Her defined biceps flared out towards each other. Her pecs climbed towards her chin. Her traps towards her chin, the two bulging mounds seemed to have a life of their own. Thick slabs of muscle fought for space all over her upper body. The individual fibers roll and tensed all through her shoulders, chest, arms, and neck. Big, thick veins were crisscrossed with smaller capillaries, like tributaries feeding great rivers.
She looked into my eyes and stuck out her tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore and exploded all over my beastly wife. I splattered her bloated pecs before she lowered down a bit so that I finished on her pretty face. Cum dripped down her cheeks and chin as she licked as wide as she could around her plump lips, grabbing the rest with her finger and sucking it down.
“Mmmmmm, you know I love it when you give me extra protein baby.” She said as she licked her fingers with a pop. “Now be a good boy and go upstairs so I can finish up my workout. Too many distractions and I won’t be able to add even more muscle to this little body”.
In a post-climactic haze, I just grunted a "Yes, love" and headed for the door. The heat and smell of the dungeon crashed back into me as my senses returned. Just as I was leaving I heard my wife call back in her chocolatey voice.
“Let’s hop in the shower after this so you can help me clean those hard-to-reach places”
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Love this, really hot. Can't wait for the next one
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Great and I hope fore more chapters +k
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Yhis story has been really good so far, I'm looking forward to the next chapter.
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Can't wait for the next part, hope it's coming soon.
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Oh yea!, really got me on a high! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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Oh no!!, I was getting really into this hot escapade-& now I have to wait for part 4 :shucks
A really gripping storyline that’s warming up my nether regions, can’t wait for it to continue.
Now I’m off to the gym myself hoping to see an enormous muscle woman there too! :)
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Enjoying this story looking forward to more and seeing what the conflict might be
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Thanks for the comments everyone. Here is the next part, took slightly longer than I thought (God of War is partially to blame there). I didn't have things planned out for after this one but I've got a general direction now I think.
Chapter 2
I press open the door from the weight room and am immediately hit by a rush of air. The musky heat of the dungeon replaced by the crisp cool air of the rest of the house. The dim yellow lighting replaced by the bright fluorescent white light that was characteristic of the rest of the house. It was like I stepped out of one world and back into my own.
Back upstairs, I could hear the occasional grunt of effort and clatter of metal weights from below me. I needed to take my mind off my powerhouse of a wife so I grabbed some chips, settled into our big leather couch, and took out my laptop and headphones. I pulled up some financial podcast and started answering emails. I hated the emails. There were always so many emails.
I became absorbed into the work and barely noticed that 45 minutes had passed. Still focused on my screen I saw my hulking wife’s form cross the room towards me. She landed next to me with a huff. I bounced up a bit because of her weight before sliding down into the depression she made in the couch, like a comet being sucked into the gravitational field of a planet.
I maintained my concentration as I was mid-sentence in an important email but couldn’t ignore her presence. Her body was like a furnace, the heat emanating from her washed over me immediately. She cuddled up to me, which must have looked comical. Her bicep bunched up as she leaned into me. The massive steely mound pressed into my torso, its diameter was easily bigger than the depth of my torso. Her sweaty body mashed into mine as she nuzzled up, resting her head against my neck and purring softly.
“Babe, you stink” I said as I shifted my head over a bit, still typing away.
With her eyes closed, she chuckled softly. She still had the same rhythmic and melodious laugh but it was as if it was now being played by a cello instead of a violin.
“That’s funny, you didn’t seem to mind how I smelled when you came downstairs”
I laughed a bit at her double entendre and grinned, she wasn’t wrong. “I’ll be done in a couple minutes.”
“Ok sounds good, I’m gonna grab a shake and some more food before we shower anyways”. Then she got up and stretched her arms and shoulders as she walked away.
I glanced over as she did. The yellow Gold’s tank looked like a small rag trying to cover a mountain. Her colossal back rolled as she stretched her arms, each dense muscle belly tensed and relaxed, the striations popping out against her skin. Then she rolled her pumpkin delts up and around in a circle a couple time, her massive traps rolling up her thick neck near her ears each time. She was veiny, red, and more pumped than I had ever seen her. She looked so wide that I didn’t think she would fit her lats and shoulders through a door.
“Holy shit Sarah, you look fucking massive”
She laughed again and leaned against the entrance way of the kitchen. Her arm extended upward, looking as solid as the marble pillars in front of our house. In this position her right lat unfurled several inches, hanging off of her like a glorious slab of beef. She leaned against the wall, giving her shoulders and lats a deep stretch. A cracking noise echoed outwards from within the wall, but thankfully she didn’t cause any cosmetic damage to the wall.
“Thanks babe, you like?” She retorted without turning around. “The pumps have been mindblowing on this new cycle, it’s crazy, I feel like I’m going to explode out of my skin after workouts. And I’ve been growing like a weed too. I’ve gained 15 pounds in 8 weeks and I think I’ve gotten leaner too.”
Ahhh of course, I thought to myself. It seemed like she had gotten even bigger the last couple months, she must have been in a “growth phase” as she called it. That also explained the slight acceleration in side effects that had creeped in over the last couple months as well. She had her own separate account that I never looked at that she used to purchase food, gym equipment, and “supplements” and I’m sure the monthly payments had risen considerably the last couple months.
It took me a couple minutes longer than it should have to finish because my mind kept drifting back towards my hulking wife. Finally, I hit send, snapped my laptop shut, and walked toward the kitchen. Sarah was gulping down the last bit of a large protein shake. Two big plates were set out before her. Piles of steak and chicken filled one and a large bed of rice, as well as grilled vegetable and a stack of tortillas filled the second. It was at least twice as much as I ate. And I could guarantee this wasn’t her first dinner of the night.
She barely registered my presence as I crossed the room towards her at the end of the table. She was hunched forward in her chair shoveling forkfuls of rice and chicken into her mouth when I reached her. I gently collected her long, sweat-dampened hair that cascaded down her shoulders and back into my hands and tucked it to the front of her body so that my view of her colossal upper back was unobstructed. I loved looking down on her from this angle, and tonight she looked bigger than ever.
At the beginning of her fitness journey, I always used to massage Sarah’s upper back and neck after a hard workout. Working through her small developing muscles and feeling the little mounds of fibers underneath my fingers. Back then I could place my two hands on her shoulders and neck like this and massage her from her traps all the way to the outside of her delts without really repositioning my hands. Closing my eyes, I could still see her dainty shoulders from when she first started lifting. The knots in her little traps and delts would easily relax and give way after a workout as my thumbs massaged them down to the bone. Those days were long gone. Giving her a shoulder massage now was like physical labor. I opened my eyes again and placed my hands on the top of her traps, as that’s all they could cover anymore. The mounds of muscle on her neck were still warm from the workout, the heat radiated outwards. Her skin was an enigma because of the competing ways that she treated it. On one hand she took constant care of it with creams and moisturizing, making it soft, shining, and hydrated. But it was hard to ignore the little bumps and acne that popped up from the steroid usage.
With my hands firmly on her traps she straightened her torso up a bit and shrugged her shoulders up and down a few times, stretching them out. The muscles in her back rolled massively as she did, as my hands rose and fell inches each time she did the movements. Then she bent back over and started eating again. I applied a little bit of pressure but was met by extreme resistance from her mountainous traps. They were tensed up like crazy and as I pressed down hard I could feel the iron like fibers begin to slowly relax. I had to really lean down into her to make any headway. I breathed heavy a couple times as I pressed my bodyweight down on her which cause a deep chuckle to escape from my wife.
“You okay back there, hun?” she asked with her mouth half full of steak and rice, a helping of faux concern in her tone.
“Yep don’t mind me, I’m just getting my daily exercise in. Jeez, you are really tense.”
She swallowed before grabbing another forkful and continuing “I told you, the pumps are crazy. I finished off with some real heavy shrugs so that always blows my traps right up.”
“Really heavy, huh?” I tried to play it off nonchalantly but she had piqued my interest with that, I loved hearing about the heavy weights that she would throw around. I occasionally went down to watch her workout but it wasn’t a constant thing. She usually liked peace and quiet so she would work out for hours, usually twice a day, when I was at work and just flex for me and show off her strength in other creative ways when she wanted to have some fun.
“Yea, I’m pretty strong if you hadn’t noticed so sometimes I like to toss some big weights around”
“And how big we talking?” No more subtlety from me on this inquiry, as I massaged her lower traps and the rest of her upper back.
“Mmmm” she purred as I pressed into her thick back with my elbow “That feels good. I worked up to sets of 575 today. But controlled shrugs, none of that bar humping crap you see some people do.”
“Ha, you don’t have to defend the number Sare, that’s unbelievably heavy. I couldn’t even budge that much if I tried.” I continued to message her, moving onto her blown out delts, kneading each shredded head of her shoulders with my fingers. I could never get enough of the feeling of her dense muscles under my fingers, her body had become a drug for me. I didn’t think I could be any more attracted to her when we got married but with each pound she grew, so did my lust for her.
She finished her food and leaned back in the chair. She thrust her colossal arms out and up, and rhythmically stretched out the muscles in her upper body. As she did, I draped my arms over her and hugged her from behind and tiredly placed my face in between her thick neck and traps, feeling her bulging mass move around underneath me. It must have been a sight to see how diminutive I looked grabbing on to my hulking wife like that.
As I embraced her she raised her hand up and slowly started running her fingers through my hair. “I thought I was smelly and gross” She quipped
“Well…I don’t think I called you smelly and gross” My voice muffled a bit as I was still pressed against her neck with my eyes closed. “I mean you are smelly and gross and your skin is salty but that is all right. You feel nice and I’m tired from the week.”
“You’ve been so tired lately, you ok?” She said warmly in her low voice as she continued to rustle my hair.
“Yea, I’m fine. The work stress is just getting to me more than normal. That’s the price though for all this so that’s all right.”
“I know, but you don’t deserve to be so stressed about it. Maybe try to see if there is something you can do to lessen your workload? For now though, I have something in mind that can help with the stress…” Her voice grew sultry as she stood up from the table and quickly scooped me up into her arms. I could feel her massive balled up biceps pressing into my body.
“Come on, lets go. I was hungry, but now I’m horny, so lets get into that shower.”
I laughed, “That seems to be your two major moods lately” she grunted her approval, shifted me over so that she was holding me with just her right arm and quickly took her dishes to the sink with her left arm. The display of power was incredibly arousing as rock hard muscles from every angle were threatening to engulf me. She had a wild look in her eye now as she shifted her other arm back under my butt and started forcefully making out with me as she brought us across the house and up the stairs.
She’d had a high sex drive ever since she started working out but lately it was getting out of control, a welcome side effect of her new cycle apparently, although it was definitely outpacing my own. As we got to our big master bathroom she set me on the counter and went to turn on the shower. I was about to hop off the sink counter, when she called back.
“Don’t touch the ground. I’m not done with my workout” The sound of the shower exploded on as I slipped off my clothes and sat on the counter naked. She turned back around and quickly shed her workout clothes. She practically tore them off and stalked towards me, nothing sexy or sultry about it, her goal was clear.
Even though I saw her naked every day, it never failed to take my breath away to se her whole body. Every muscle swelled out of her small joints. Big thick veins fed her large muscles, with small ones snaking all over her body. She looked so powerful, like an Amazon warrior carved from stone. She was so wide and intimidating looking like this, it almost made her seem even taller than she was, just a tower of power. She placed her big hands under my armpits and hoisted me up and into her.
“Wrap your legs around my waist” I did just that, and she carried us off into the shower. Our lips were locked in a passionate kiss as the water hit my skin. It was hot and I let out a little yelp as the water washed over me while we were kissing. This caused her to hum back an amused sound.
“Too hot for you?” She said, breaking our kiss and grinning at me a bit.
“Shut up, I’m fine” As I reached back towards her and met her lips. She held me aloft like this for the duration, supporting me with a strong hand on my low back or butt. She grabbed her shampoo and squirted a big amount onto her head and began lathering it down her long hair with her free arm. Her muscles looked beautiful with little droplets of water running down her corded forearms and bulging bi’s.
“Soap my body please” She said in a breathy moan. Without thinking I grabbed my bodywash and applied a generous amount into my hands and started applying it to her body. I applied a generous amount on to her thick, plated chest. She was so wide and her pecs were so thick and blocky, standing out inches from her body. They were man-shaming to say the least. I spent some extra time around her nipples, before moving on to the rest of her body. I felt like a squirrel clinging to a tree as I moved around and soaped her up. We both were getting slippery and I felt her grip tighten around my ass as she switched the arm the she was holding me against her body with. The whole time her eyes were closed as she finished her shampooing, soft moans escaping from her lips.
Finally, she returned her attention to me and took a deep breath in, her chest expanding out against me. “Uggh, did you use your body wash on me?” She said with an eyeroll.
“Ooops, sorry. I wasn’t thinking” I replied with a sheepish grin.
“That’s fine, its not a bad scent. Let’s finish up” She huffed impatiently and placed a firm grip around my cock, which had been throbbing against her abs and pelvis this whole time. She positioned me a little bit lower, crouched down a bit and slipped my cock in. Then she spun me around and slammed my back up against the shower wall and started thrusting into me, moans of pain and pleasure escaped from my chest. I was thankful my head didn’t bounce against the tile; it was that forceful. I did my best to initiate and reciprocate but her pace was too fast and aggressive for me. She kept slamming into me with her full weight and considerable force, mashing my body in between her wall of a body and the actual wall. It was actually kind of painful and I felt like I was gonna lose my breath at one point but the overwhelming pleasure and arousal overshadowed my pain sensors. After a couple minutes of getting plastered against the wall by my wife I couldn’t take it anymore and exploded inside her. She grunted an orgasm a couple seconds later and held me there against the wall, our heads resting in each other necks as the water continued pouring over us.
After a few moments she let me down. I turned the shower off and grabbed both of us towels. “Ugghh, damn babe, that was really hot. You’ve never really done that before” there was a tone of shellshock in my voice after that sexual display of power.
“It sure was” She grinned as she grabbed a second towel and started drying off her. “I don’t know, I was just really horny after that meal and it made me feel powerful holding you up like that. Give me a few minutes to freshen up. Don’t fall asleep yet, I need your help with something.”
I threw on a pair of boxers and a loose undershirt and sat at the edge of the bed, feeling like I needed a cigarette as I reflected on the steamy shower. She had never handled me like that during sex. Sure, she would hold, carry, and press me, and do many different things to show off her strength, but nothing so forceful as just holding and humping me against the wall. Don’t get me wrong, it was unbelievably hot, it just took me off guard. It kind of put the power difference in a different perspective. She was taller than me and incomprehensibly stronger than me. She could do that whenever she wanted and there wasn’t all that much I could have done about it. It brought up some feelings of vulnerability, but they were soon replaced by the consolation of our love for each other and a feeling of safety.
I sat just kinda staring at the wall for a few minutes when Sarah walked over and sat down next to me. She cuddled her warm body next to me. She was wearing a purple silk night gown that was flowy near her tight waist but rather snug over her wide chest and back. She rested her head on my shoulder and gently hugged me as I put my arm over her big frame. Her skin felt moist and slick and smelled of cocoa butter, part of her nightly skin routine. I thrust my face into her thick hair on my shoulder and smelled the sweet fruitiness of her shampoo. Save for the faint scent of my bodywash, she smelled as feminine and heavenly as ever.
“You smell nice”
She giggled softly as she nuzzled my shoulder “Thank you. I’m glad I’m not gross and smelly anymore” I grinned and chuckled, as she lifted her head up and looked into my eyes.
“Were you ok with that in there? With me.. umm.. initiating like that” She asked sweetly, her big green eyes bore right into me.
“Ha, with you force-fucking me against the wall? Yea, I mean it took me a back a little but it was crazy hot. You don’t have to be wary; you won’t break me. Or maybe you will but not that easily at least.”
“Ok, that’s good to know. I don’t know, it just felt right. I got really horny in the basement after you came home and was all pent up. Felt like the natural thing to do.”
“Did you still need my help with something?” I said, and whatever thought was occupying her mind was pushed away as she grinned.
“Yea come with me” and she grabbed my hand in hers. Her hand engulfed mine, her shiny red fingernails gently pressing against my wrist. She led us to our big walk-in closet, went to her side and pulled out a duffle bag. From inside she took out a couple smaller bags and laid them out. From them she pulled out several vials and syringes.
“Can you help me inject these?” This took me a back slightly, as she almost always handled this type of stuff herself when I wasn’t around.
“Yea sure, I’d be happy to. All those?” I said as she had five syringes and tiny vials laid out, then she took a couple pills and popped them in her mouth. She expertly started filling each one, grabbing the cap with her teeth as she did each. Then she quickly demonstrated what she wanted me to do and which order I needed to do them in.
She pulled up her nighty and turned around so her tremendous ass was sticking out. She was wearing matching purple panties that were completely swallowed by her bulbous glutes. They looked like two Thanksgiving turkeys smashed together. The skin was relatively tanned and smooth but looking closely I could see a few pin scars. I choose a place without any scar tissue and plunged in the first, then the second and on and on till the last syringe was empty.
“All done” I said, as I place the last needle into the little plastic container she had. “So, what was all that? That the new cycle you’ve been raving about?”
“Yea, it is. I’m like half way through what I planned on doing but I might extend it. I really nailed it with this one I think, I feel unstoppable. I added HGH to this one, in combination with a few of the other anabolics I normally used” and she laid out all the details about what she was taking, what the drugs do, and how they interact with each other. Most of the time I just nodded along and stared into her eyes. Even with all this stuff she was still pretty, though the changes were apparent.
“Thanks again” she said as she pecked me on the cheek and went off to the bathroom. I followed her a few moments later and walked in as she was brushing her long brown hair in front of the mirror.
“Just out of curiosity… how much does all this cost per month?” A few years ago, I had set up an account for her that I deposited a small portion of my pay into each month. It was hers to use as she liked and I never paid attention to it.
“Like the gear? Hmmm, it has gotten a bit more expensive lately and I only buy the absolute highest quality…”
“No, like all of it, everything that makes you look like a goddess. The food, the steroids, the haircare, manicures, skincare, physical therapy, all that.” She looked back at me with an amused look on her face as she stroked the brush down her hair.
“Ha, why are you so curious? If you really wanted to know you could check the account”
“Just humor me.” I said as I walked behind her, gently rubbing the meaty lats that clung off her back. I was completely blocked by her width and couldn’t be seen in the mirror in front of her.
“Hmmmm, oh I don’t know, its variable but probably 15k a month?”
“Mmmm that’s hot” I said as I put my arms around her barrel chest and embraced her.
This caused her to chuckle “Go to bed, you weirdo.”
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Fantastic story. I hope to read more soon
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Next part. Slightly slower part. Thanks to all that are reading
Chapter 3
The next morning, I woke up a little later than normal. Sarah was already out of bed; she must have been down in the dungeon. I figured I’d have to pick up our daughter Abby soon, so I made my way downstairs and sure enough there was a note from Sarah asking me to grab Abby from her friend’s at 9. I’d have to leave in about 45 minutes so I made a pot of coffee and grabbed a bagel and cream cheese.
About a year and a half ago Sarah had purchased an enormous fridge to fit all her food. She labeled different areas of the shelves with the days of the week and would line-up all of her food for the day in the corresponding area. Her breakfast for today looked like a dozen eggs, veggies, and a pound of turkey sausage. Fairly typical morning. There was an empty spot next to the food, presumably a pre-made shake that she drank before her workout. She had such an expected routine by now that I couldn’t help to notice these details.
As I was getting my shoes on and grabbing my keys, I heard the heavy footsteps of my wife coming up the stairs. She opened the door and stumbled up, breathing heavily. She was drenched in sweat as always, a pink sports bra plastered to her body. She was wearing tiny black shorts that were riding up her thighs, which were a sight to behold. Two obscene pillars of red, veiny, pumped beef. Each head of her quad muscles stood out clearly from the next, with each looking larger than my whole quad. I could see the fibers twitch and quiver as she stood there, the muscle bulging over her tiny looking kneecaps.
“Hey honey, I’m just leaving to grab Abby. Leg day?”
She grimaced a bit, and leaned tiredly against the wall. Giving each leg a shake, the massive muscle swaying back and forth as she did. She talked in choppy breathless sentences “Yea, crazy leg day, barely made it up the stairs. Ok” she huffed “I’ll see you later babe.”
And with that I was out the door. If I lingered a moment longer looking at her tree trunk quads I might end up being 30 minutes late. I hopped in our BMW SUV and headed over to my daughter’s friend’s house.
On the way home Abby was telling me about her night. “And then we watched Frozen two and made popcorn at midnight! Don’t tell mom though, she doesn’t like when I’m up that late.”
“Wow, that’s pretty late. Ok, I won’t tell your mother. It’ll be our secret.”
“Can we go to the movies today? Jessie said that the new Buzz Lightyear movie is good.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t today. I have to do some work in the office when we get home. I’m sure mom will take you though.”
“Oh, ok. Yea I can go with her” her voice turned a little sad.
“I’m sorry honey, everything has just been so busy.”
“Work sucks” she said sullenly
“I know…She left me roses by the stairs” I sang back to her in my best Tom DeLonge impersonation.
“What?” she giggled at me as I pulled into our driveway.
“Nothing, it’s just a song from way before you were born. Come on let’s get in the house.”
Sarah was up in the shower when we got back. I wouldn’t be joining her for this one unfortunately. Abby ran off to watch TV and I poured another cup of coffee and went up to my home office. Although it was the weekend, I had some reports to catch up on so it’d be a busy day. The unfortunate downside of a lucrative career.
Around noon I heard a knock at the door and Sarah walked in, holding a plate with a grilled cheese sandwich and some chips on it.
“Hi hun, I brought some lunch” She was wearing shorts that showed off her still inflated legs and a big black t-shirt with the Punisher logo on it that did its best to hide her musculature but was filled out in a way that made her look massively powerful. She had two speeds with her clothes these days, pampered and glamorous housewife or straight-up meathead, with very little in between.
“Thank you” I said as I looked up from the screen and rubbed my eyes. She came over and I gave her a peck on the lips.
“Abby and I are going to go to the movie theater, we will be back in a couple hours”
“Ok, yea she mentioned she wanted to go. Have fun” I said while staring at the screen. She swooped in and kissed me this time, more forcefully than I did to her, and left, closing the door behind her. I put on some noise canceling headphones and got to work. Time slipped by and before I knew it 4 hours had passed. I went downstairs and heard the TV on in the family room. My daughter was sitting on the floor playing games on a tablet while watching TV.
“Hi Abigail, how was the movie?” Her face lit up as she turned around to see me and she spent the next few minutes excitedly talking about the movie, spoilers be damned.
“Wow , sounds like a good movie!” I said when she finally took a breath and let me respond. “Is you mother in the kitchen? I’m gonna grab a snack.”
She had turned back to her tablet but called back “No, she is outside doing some work”. That was curious. There wasn’t all that much work to do outside. We had a big backyard but paid for lawncare every week, so there was no mowing that needed to be done. We had a tree fall in the back a few weeks ago during a storm but I had some guys come and hack it up with a chainsaw. No matter, she was probably just watering the flowers or something.
I made myself a PB&J, grabbed some chips and went into the dining room to eat. As I was walking over I heard a couple thumps coming from the backyard. As I sat down I now had a view of the backyard and saw my wife, facing away from the house, all the way out by the trees in our backyard. She was wearing the same short blue khaki shorts that barely covered her enormous muscular ass. She had on a plain white tee now that clung to her thick back with sweat. Her left hand was resting on her hip, and she held our big axe in her right hand, down at her side.
In front of her was a big wooden stump with a log balanced on top of it. Suddenly, she hefted the axe up, grabbed it with her other hand, swung it above her head and with the force of a hurricane she slammed it into the log. The log stood no chance, it split down the middle, each piece flying out in either direction. She picked up each piece and placed them on a growing pile, then she grabbed another log and placed it on the stump. She split that with one with just as much ease, and grabbed the next.
On and on she went. Her diesel body splitting each piece of oak like it was wet newspaper. It was mesmerizing to watch her muscles in action as I was eating. Her pile was around knee high when I migrated from my empty plate to the back deck. I leaned on the railing and watched from afar as she kept smashing away at the logs. A grunt from Sarah followed by a crack of wood echoed through the yard each time the axe thudded through the log.
The pile she was grabbing from was dwindling so I decided to grab her a refreshment. I came out with a big glass of lemonade. As I did, she was grabbing the last log and placing it on the stump, a big, knotted log. She circled around so she was facing me now. She was so wide and imposing as she grabbed the axe, it looked like a toy in her big hands. Instead of hurtling it through the wood, she choked up on it and grasping it near the head. Then in a quick motion she struck the top of the log with a thwack. The wood cracked at the top but not nearly enough to split it.
Then she did something that turned me on tremendously. She grabbed the big log, sticking her hands in the crack she created at the top. She brought it up to her chest. The log was big, probably bigger than my torso, but it was dwarfed by Sarah’s tree trunk chest and thick midsection. Her pecs pushed against the bark as she raised her elbows out so they were parallel to the ground. Then she looked me directly in the eye, bit her lower lip seductively and pulled outward. All of the muscles in her upper body bulged outward in response as she seemed to grow wider before my eyes. The log put up a valiant effort but the crack widened as she grunted loudly with effort. Veins snaked down her pumped forearms and the log exploded outwards, each half flying out a couple feet away.
“All done here” she rasped with a smirk as she brushed the dust and bark off her hands.
She just stood there for a few seconds, her lats pushing her arms outwards a few inches at her sides. I walked over to her with the glass of lemonade. As I got close, I could see her shirt wasn’t in great condition. Aside from the dirt and scuff marks from the log, it was beginning to fall apart. The fabric on her shoulders and back was stretched thin, the seams on the sleeves were ripped and tattered. It was barely able to withstand the onslaught that her muscles threw at it.
“Here honey” I said as I handed her the cold glass, water had begun beading down the side from the May Sun. She wordlessly accepted it and started gulping it down greedily.
“I could have taken care of that, or at least helped out.” I said as she chugged down the lemonade.
“Ohh no, its fine. You were busy working and I like doing stuff like this” she said in her deep voice as she held out her arms and clenched her fists a few times, admiring her forearm pump. They were bigger than my calves. “Its nice to be able to put my hard work in the gym to use outside. Thanks for the lemonade, it hit the spot. Although I’ll be honest a beer would be nice too.”
“Yea? All right, I’ll grab you one” and I ran off to the garage and grabbed a beer for her from the fridge. When I got back to her she was finishing up stacking the wood. She grabbed the can from my hand, cracked the tab, and sat down on the stump. She wasn’t really a big beer drinker, sticking mostly with wine on the occasions she drank. But today she took eager gulps of the cold beer.
“Ahhh, that hit the spot even better. Thanks, honey”
“Yea, no problem. You don’t usually drink beer”
“Yea” she shrugged her basketball sized shoulders “I don’t know, a beer after working outside on a hot day just feels right”
“Well, can’t argue with that. Hey, don’t worry about dinner, I’ll grill tonight.
“Oh great, thank you” she looked up at me from the stump, a drip of sweat traveling down her powerful jaw “I was gonna do steak tomorrow, but I can just swap it. Are you done with your work for the day?”
“Yea, I am. Have a couple small things but they can be done at a different time, I’ve had enough for today.”
“Would you mind taking Abby shopping for some clothes and new shoes? She knows what to get so you don’t have to worry about not understanding the fashion style of 9 year olds” this made me smile, mostly because she wasn’t wrong. I’d never been out shopping with my daughter before, Sarah always handled that stuff.
“Yea, of course, it’ll be fun”
“Thanks, I know she will appreciate spending time with you”
“I’ll see you when we get back” I said as she took another swig of her beer, stood up, leaned down just a bit and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. As I walked away she hefted the big log she was using as a platform with a grunt, holding it sturdily with her massive arms and walking away towards the back as I went inside to grab my daughter and my car keys.
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I am still reading and loving it!
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Great. Carry on. I love this kind of story. Scenes from the daily life of a couple where the muscular woman puts her strength at the service of the household. I like the total reversal of roles without violence but in the love and acceptance of the two lovers but here it seems to be done slowly. Here the father seems to have to take care of his daughter a little more while the mother seems to be the strong, authoritarian and ultimately boring element for the little girl, but maybe Sarah will also become a model of femininity for Abby later on? As for Sarah's husband, if he appreciates her dominance in the bedroom, he should also continue his little attentions such as preparing dinner, cleaning, shopping and all that sort of thing. Sarah will continue to grow and love and protect her little family as a householder.
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This was another excellent addition. I agree with the other comments. This story keeps getting better and better. I'm looking forward to the rest.
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One of the best stories I've seen on here in a while; your writing is really clear and I really love the direction you've taken with these characters. I like that the husband isn't a total loser, and that Sarah might be growing more aggressive and strong without devolving into a total psychopath monster. Of course wherever you take the story is up to you!
Thanks for your hard work. Looking forward to more!
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Thanks for the comments and kind words everyone. Glad people seem to enjoy it so far. This chapter here got a lot longer than I thought and I'm not sure when I'm going to be able to finish, it won't be too long but I figured I'd post the first part here.
Chapter 4- Birthday date (part 1)
*Ding Dong*
“Can you get that Sarah?” I shouted while walking down the stairs and fastening my cuff links and straightening out my blazer.
*Ding Dong*
“She’s downstairs” Abby said from the family room as I crossed the house towards the front door.
“Downstairs? We have to go soon” I muttered to myself. “Ok, I’ll get it” I said a bit louder in response to my daughter.
I got to the door and opened it.
“Hi Hannah, it’s good to see you. Come on in, we will be leaving in a few minutes”
“Hi, Mr. Burke. Good to see you too and happy birthday. Hi Abby” she called out to my daughter in the other room.
Hannah was one of the girls from a few blocks away who we would call on to babysit Abby from time to time. It had been a few years since she’d been over though as she’d been away at college, but she was home for the summer. She was a cute girl, or I guess woman now as she just turned 21. She was wearing a shirt with some Greek letters on it, and she certainly looked the part of the sorority girl. Short, blonde, and perky. She went over into the other room to greet Abby as I laid out all the rules and gave her some money for dinner.
Just then, the door to the basement opened and Sarah emerged. As always, she was a sight to behold. She was dressed in a beautiful blue sleeveless dress that hugged her muscled body like saran wrap. The thin shoulder straps hung to her meaty traps and her lats spilled over the sides of the fabric. It was so tight around her midsection that I could see the outline of her 8 cobbled abs protruding into the fabric. It had ridden up her thighs when walking upstairs so she pulled it down tight to her knee, her thick quads protruding from the small slits in the sides of the dress. But it was her arms that stole the show. They were resting at her side, but they were so big and pumped that it looked like she couldn’t fully straighten them. Her biceps and triceps bulged out, covered in a highway of veins. They had been a bit under 19 inches when she started her current cycle, but they looked quite a bit bigger now that the full 16 weeks had passed.
“You look amazing honey” I said as she came over and gave me a kiss.
“You look quite handsome yourself” she replied as I stared into her face. She was wearing bright red lipstick that made her lips pop along with makeup that accentuated her strong jaw and features. Her hair flowed down to her mid back, it was voluminous and shiny. All of it added up quite nicely into a Glamazon look.
“Were you working out” I said softly as I looked slightly up at her. She leaned in and whispered her response in my ear.
“Just a little arm pump for the birthday boy.” I rolled my eyes a bit as she flashed a quick flex, a big thick vein snaked around her shredded, cantaloupe sized bicep. I reached out and traced the plump vein across her freaky bicep peak.
Before I could finish, she crossed over into the family room and greeted Hannah, who looked like she almost got hit by a truck as she turned around and saw Sarah. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the young woman’s reaction; her eyes popped out wide and her jaw even looked like it slackened. Seeing Sarah everyday made me lose perspective of what it is like to see a women so insanely big and jacked for the first time. The last time Hannah saw Sarah she was probably a little smaller than a women’s physique competitor. Now it looks like she ate one for lunch.
“Hi Hannah, how have you been. How’s Penn State?”
“Ummm… I-Its been really g-good M-Mrs. Burke. Only o-one more year” The girl stuttered out as my wife crossed over and gave her a hug. Her petite, 5’1” frame was completely swallowed up by my wife’s enormous body, if you walked into the room and looked over you may not even have known another person was there.
“O come on, just call me Sarah” she replied, her deep voice a sharp contrast to the high squeak of the sorority girl. They chatted for a couple more minutes. Hannah stopped stuttering but her face remained just as shocked, and was several shades redder than it had been when I greeted her.
“Ok, we have to go now.” Sarah said as she walked over to our daughter and squatted down to her level.
“Be good honey ok” She said as she brushed Abby’s hair back behind her ear and gave her a gentle hug and kiss on the forehead.
“I will” Abby responded. “I like your lipstick, Momma”
“Aww, thanks honey. Maybe we can both where some next time we go shopping together.” That made my daughter light up as she eagerly agreed. Then Sarah got up and repeated some of the same instructions that I had given to Hannah earlier.
“I already gave her the run down.” I said “Come on, we don’t wanna be late for the reservation”
“Ok great. I’ll drive” Sarah said, matter of factly.
“Yea? All right. I can drive back though; I’ll probably only have a couple cocktails. Wanna take the Lexus?” We had four cars, but the Lexus was kind of the everyday car when we didn’t need an SUV.
“How about the Bentley?” She purred with her velvety voice. “You deserve to be driven around in style on your birthday.”
The Bentley was my baby. I bought it a couple of years ago as a treat to myself after a strong year at work. It’s a fully decked out Flying Spur. It’s grey. It’s beautiful. It’s awesome. Great car to drive but even better to be driven in so she did have a point.
“Hmmm, all right, we can take it” I said with just a hint of exasperation in my voice and tossed her the key.
We went outside and I moved the Range Rover so Sarah could pull the Bentley out. When I finished and hopped in the passenger seat, Sarah had the mirror down and was touching up her makeup a bit.
“Hannah seemed odd in there. Almost like she was frightened of me or something” she said as she was reapplying a coat of lipstick to her plump lips. I was scrolling my phone but couldn’t help but snort out a laugh.
“That wasn’t fear, honey…” Maybe it wasn’t obvious to her, but it would have been to anyone else in the room.
“Really? You think?” She said, turning towards me. I gave her a puzzled look with my eyebrows raised, surprised that it didn’t immediately register to her.
“Oh, come on, I would know that look from a mile away. I wear it every day. It makes sense though; she probably likes meathead frat guys”
“And I look like a meathead frat guy, huh?” She said sharply, looking at me with her eyebrows raised.
“God no, of course not honey…” I said sympathetically as I put my hand on her huge delt, slowly brushing the fibers under her skin. “I’m sure you are way more jacked than the twenty-year-old frat boys.”
“Hmmm” she pondered to herself as she looked back into the mirror and fluffed out her hair a bit, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. Then she snapped the mirror shut and started backing out of the driveway.
We were running a little late but Sarah drove quickly and with a purpose. At one point someone cut us off on the highway and I could see her jaw clench and her neck muscles bulge but then relax as she took a deep breath, her huge chest puffing out a couple more inches before depressing again. By the time we reached Manhattan we had made up our lost time. Sarah pulled the car up to the place and gave the keys to the valet. She quickly ran over to my side in her heels and opened the car door for me, extending a big hand and hoisting me out of the car.
She grabbed my hand firmly in hers and we walked inside and up to the restaurant on the second floor, Ai Fiori, a Michelin rated Italian restaurant that was one of my favorite places in the city. Sarah was wearing stylish heels that made her well over 6 feet tall, she looked enormous in every dimension standing next to me. As always, every eye was on Sarah when we walked in the restaurant. A tall, absolutely jacked women dressed to the nines in a tight bodycon dress that clung to her hulking physique like a second-skin.
“Reservation for two, under Sarah Burke” she said to the Maître D’ at the entrance, looking down at him as she tapped her manicured, long red painted nails on the counter lightly.
“Ehrmm” He cleared his throat as he looked up and saw my wife, he regained his composure quick though. “Right this way, you two. Happy Birthday, Mr. Burke” I thanked him and we walked through the restaurant to our seat, a small table for two in the corner of the restaurant.
As usual, heads turned towards my wife and conversations abruptly stopped as we walked by. This always happened but it seemed even more pronounced after her newest growth spurt over the last few months. Despite the attention, Sarah strode confidently through the crowd with her shoulders back and head up, a brilliant smile on her face as she towered over the room in her heels. She was surprisingly graceful in them too, given her immensity. When we got to the table I sat in the corner looking out on the restaurant and Sarah sat across from me.
“I’m so excited, I’ve always been jealous hearing you talk about this place” she said giddily as she studied the menu, her tongue slowly rolling over her big luscious lips.
“Yea, me too. Thank you for getting the reservation. I’ve been waiting all week for this, and to spend some time with you of course” She smiled brightly at me, her teeth pearly white and radiant.
“Good evening, my name is Eric and I will be taking care of you tonight. Can I start you off with anything?” Our waiter came by, a tall, thin, young man dressed in a suit.
“He’ll have a Negroni” Sarah said without looking up from the menus. I chuckled and nodded at the waiter; Sarah knew me very well. “And I’ll haaave….” She was perusing the wine list, before looking up at the waiter “I’ll have a glass of this 2001 Barolo”
“You can just bring the bottle” I interjected before he left, she smiled warmly at me in reply. I volunteered to drive back so Sarah should enjoy herself. Besides, she got even hornier when she drank so it was a win-win for both of us.
“Ok, and are we doing any antipasti or caviar to start off with?” the waiter asked while looking at Sarah. Maybe because she was the one ordering or because she looked like the one who would be wanting and needing the food.
“Ooo of course” Sarah chirped as she kind of clasped her hands together with excitement, causing her pecs to bloat up against her dress, a deep canyon forming between her meaty pecs. Up to that point the waiter had kept his composure but that simple and unintended display of muscle caused his eyes to go wide a bit and his voice to crack as he spoke.
“Wh-… errm.. What can I get you, ma’am?” Sarah either was too preoccupied with the food decision or was too polite to make any indication that she noticed she flustered the water.
“Leeets do one platinum caviar, one of the octopus dish, and an order of that Carne Tartare. Is that good honey?”
“Sounds delicious, besides maybe the raw meat. How about we throw in some of that truffle Tagliatelle as well, the larger size please.”
“Sure, thing sir. I’ll put those in and get your drinks out.”
As the waiter left, Sarah leaned in a little and whispered to me “Is it just me or was he trying to make his voice sound lower after it cracked?”
I smiled in return; I hadn’t noticed but now that I thought about it she may have been right. “I don’t know, he may have. He might have subconsciously not liked that your voice is lower than his.”
“You think so? Was his voice that high?” she pondered, leaning back now.
“That high? I mean your voice might be lower than mine, Sare. Nothing wrong with that of course, it’s still very sexy of course” she smiled bashfully and we continued with some flirty banter and started reminiscing about our time living together in the city right after college.
The waiter came back a couple minutes later with my cocktail and the bottle of wine. Sarah did a little cheers to me for my birthday and leaned in for a kiss. Sarah took a long drink from her glass and filled it back up again. As she was pouring the wine I spotted an old colleague walking across the room with a man I didn’t recognize.
“Tiffany” I called out to get her attention. She saw me and started to beeline over, dragging the man she was with along with her. Tiffany Chen was an associate at the original firm that I started at, she was a couple years older than Sarah and I and we frequently hung out when we lived in the city. After I had left the firm we stayed in touch a little bit, the last time we saw her was at a dinner party at our house right after we bought it.
“John? How are you.” Then her eyes went wide as she realized who I was with, right as Sarah turned around.
They both said each other’s names at the same time and Sarah stood up to give her a hug. Tiffany and Sarah had been friends when we worked together. Just as with the Hannah, the babysitter, the last time that Tiffany and Sarah saw each other Sarah was not nearly as muscular. I always enjoyed the reactions of people who had not seen Sarah in a while, it never failed to turn me on.
“Tiffany! How are you?” Sarah bellowed out excitedly and embraced the thin woman in a hug. Tiffany was tall, I remember them being around the same height but Sarah towered over her in her heels. Her general size made her seem even taller lately as she absolutely dwarfed the smaller woman.
“Oh my god, Sarah! You are enormous girl!” Tiffany said while grabbing both of Sarah’s triceps, her dainty hands just barely covering Sarah’s meaty tris. With Tiffany’s hands still there, Sarah straightened out her arms and flexed her triceps with a grin. The thick muscles hardened into two massive horsehoes of muscles. Tiffany’s eyes bugged out of her head and she almost choked on the air she was breathing as Sarah poured on the flex.
“H-holy shit, that is unbelievable. You look absolutely stunning Sarah”
“Awww, that’s so sweet Tiff, you look as gorgeous as ever too, I love your nails.” The two women chatted for a second as I got up to hug Tiffany and introduce myself to the man she was with. He was her boyfriend of a few months, a lawyer in the city. We chatted for a minute as the two women were talking. I noticed Sarah had broken into a side chest flex, her bicep hardening into a column of beef with a thick balled up peak protruding out. Tiffany had both her hands on Sarah’s arm and couldn’t even cover half of the veiny python.
The contrasts between the two extended beyond just their bodies, as Tiffany had this look of disbelief on her face and Sarah had this confident look that was right on the edge of arrogance. The conversation I was having with her boyfriend, whose name was immediately dislodged from my brain, kind of died out as we were both watching the women. I could feel myself getting a hard-on and sat down to conceal it. Watching Sarah flex with Tiffany’s hands all over her arm had worked me up. Thankfully, both Tiffany and Sarah decided to stop making a scene and Tiffany quickly grabbed the man she was with and they said their goodbyes and went off to their seat.
“Well, that was unexpected” Sarah said “Haven’t seen Tiffany in a while, her boyfriend seemed nice. We should invite them over to the house for dinner”
“Yea, for sure. I haven’t seen her since the house warming party we threw I think and then we just happen to see her here, small world. So, what are you thinking for dinner?”
I was obviously looking forward to the meal but I was also looking forward to watching my wife eat. And boy could she eat. She ate constantly so you’d think I’d have gotten used to it by now but there was something eternally sexy about her when she ate. I don’t know what it was, the huge quantity of food? The way her shoulders hunched forward and made her look even more impossibly wide? How her forearms danced when she cut her food? How her strong jaw chomped at the food and how her thick neck bulged as she swallowed? And all that in a tight dress? It was gonna be hard to focus on my meal for sure.
“Hmmmm” she purred like a panther as she contemplated the menu again. “I was definitely thinking of getting the Costata…” the Costata was a big tomahawk steak that was advertised on the menu for two people to share. Knowing Sarah, she had no intention of sharing, besides maybe allowing me to taste it.
“And then I was also thinking of throwing in an entrée, probably the roasted venison loin. That looks good.”
“Yea that’s fantastic, I had it last time I came in.”
“All right, it’s settled then I’ll try that as well. What were you thinking?” she looked up at the menu and into my eyes.
“I think I’m going to go with this Halibut dish.” For some reason I chuckled after I said it.
“What’s so funny?” She asked with a puzzled smile
“Oh nothing, it’s just you’re getting like 5 pounds of red meat and I’m getting the fish. I don’t know, just made me laugh.”
She smiled back and grabbed my hands from across the table and held them in hers. Her big thick palms engulfed my comparatively thin and bony ones in her grip. Her hands were warm and the skin soft, no signs of the callouses that would form from lifting as she took care of her skin so well.
A few seconds later, the wait staff brought the first few dishes we ordered: the octopus, caviar, the truffle pasta, and of course the Carne Tartare. It was a sort of raw patty of meat with some cream sauce. I took a little of that and a little of the other dishes onto a separate plate for myself and let Sarah devour the rest. Midway through eating the waiter came back and took our dinner order as Sarah was polishing off her third glass of wine and ordered a Manhattan for dinner along with her Venison and massive Tomahawk. I ordered a second, and last, Negroni to go with my halibut. Right before the waiter left, Sarah called her back and threw in an order of the lobster risotto.
While we were having a lovely conversation, I saw a young woman who looked like a fashion model approach our table and tap Sarah on the shoulder.
“I’m sorry, I don’t usually do this but you look amazing. Like a work of art. Do you mind if we get a pic together?” She said, and handed her phone to the much older man she was with.
“Aww thank you, that’s so sweet. Of course, I’d love to take a picture with a stunner like you.” Sarah replied, drinking in the young woman’s curves. All I could do was smile and laugh a bit as they got their picture together. People were flocking to Sarah like flies to honey today. I didn’t blame them though, its not everyday you see a hulking bodybuilder with the makeup and clothes of a runway model.
Sarah seemed to revel in the attention and gazes that she was getting from the patrons of the restaurant. She maintained perfect posture that made her muscles seem to stick out even more prominently from her body and seemed to be in a great mood overall. The alcohol didn’t hurt in that aspect either, as she polished off the rest of the bottle and her Manhattan before food was served. She stood up and went to the bathroom right before the food was served. I, and probably 75% of the restaurant, watched as her big muscled ass swayed back and forth as she walked, the tight fabric hugging it just as I wished I could be doing at that moment.
After she was gone, I ordered her two more Manhattans, due to the pace she was sucking down her drinks. Selfishly, I wanted her nice and buzzed because it never failed to get her in the mood for some fun time, though it was probably unneeded as the gear kept her sex drive through the roof. Still though, since I was driving she might as well enjoy herself. Problem was, all the added weight and muscle that she’d put on made her tolerance a tough thing to overcome, even though she didn’t regularly drink. Her body had become a high-performance machine in every aspect.
Both drinks and all the food came right as Sarah returned, tugging her dress down a bit as it rode up her massive thighs. “Oh my god, this looks amazing” she rumbled, her eyes taking in the ridiculous amount of food in front of us. She immediately began to cut up her Tomahawk, the thick muscles in her forearm and biceps dancing to life as she sawed off pieces with her knife. She started shoving the rare meat in her mouth, a bit of juices dripped out of her mouth and down her strong shaved chin. I hadn’t touched my food yet. Watching her eat was as much apart of a great meal for me as the food itself. A drop of juice formed on the edge of her chin and plopped off, landing on her densely muscled chest.
“Ooops” she said, raising her eyebrows and taking her focus away from the food on her plate for a moment. She leaned forward slightly and reached her hands down to her lap to grab her napkin. As she did, her beefy pecs surged out and towards each other as a rift formed between them and caused the drop of juice to travel down her muscle cleavage. She rolled her eyes as it did and quickly blotted her chest with the cloth napkin. She looked back up and noticed me watching intently as she did.
“Too bad we are in public…” she whispered sexily as she leaned forward “otherwise I would have just had you lick that off of me.”
“Mmmhhhmm” I moaned a bit “I don’t know, I could get behind a little public display of affection like that.” My dick was already pushing against my dress pants and it would remain that way throughout the rest of the meal. I finally turned my attention towards my fish as Sarah continued methodically mowing down her steak before moving onto the rest of her food.
“Damn honey, you came hungry tonight” I said, ending a conversation about our daughter’s last soccer practice as Sarah finished off her venison. She just gave me a sheepish smile and a shrug of her massive shoulders as she reached into her purse.
“Gotta fuel the furnace, right? Her you go babe, I got you a little something for your birthday” and she presented me with a small present. I unwrapped and opened it to find a new watch. It was a beautiful gold cased Omega watch.
“This is gorgeous Sarah, thank you” As I flipped it over I saw there was a small heart engraved on the back with her and our daughter’s initials engraved in it. “I couldn’t imagine a better gift” I said as I leaned in and kissed her.
The night continued on just as beautifully. Sarah put away the rest of her food and even finished up the last bit of mine because I couldn’t. She also worked her way through a few more drinks by the time the bill came. The alcohol had made her cheeks a bit flushed and the combination of the drinks and the food seemed to make the rest of her skin a bit redder and even more vascular than normal. All of it combined to give her a pumped up look even though he hadn’t touched a weight in hours.
Needless to say, our waiter started stammering again a bit as he caught the right angle of her bloated arms and chest as he delivered the check.
“So how much damage did we do?” she inquired after I handed the bill back to the waiter with my Black card tucked in.
“We? I don’t think we can share the responsibility for the damage honey” I replied, jokingly as she smiled mischievously back in return. “I’m not even sure though, to be honest. I didn’t even look at the bill.” I said cockily and winked at her. She grabbed my hands in hers again and gazed at me hungrily, a fire in her eyes now as she seemed eager to get out of the restaurant.
“Let’s just say the tip itself is a lot more than what we used to spend on date night back when we first started going out” I chuckled as I signed the receipt. Her hand was still enveloping mine as we stood up and she led us out towards the entrance. She repositioned her hand so it was now lower down and wrapped around my wrist. Besides just being thickly muscled, her hand felt like it had even grown as she easily encircled my thin wrists in her grip, her thumb and middle finger overlapping a bit as she pulled me out of the restaurant.
When we got outside she called for the valet and I handed them the ticket. She cuddled up close to me, not able to keep her hands off me as she massaged my shoulders as we stood there. I held her close and looked up into her eyes. She was just so massive, in every dimension. She was 3 inches taller than me when bare foot and loved wearing long 4-inch heels, making me look like a little show dog next to her. As I took a moment to look at her it dawned on me how much she towered over me. It puzzled me, I never remembered only coming up to her traps when we went out.
“Are you wearing new heels or something?” I asked her as the valet went off.
She had a slightly puzzled look on her face as she picked up a foot and glanced at her heels “Nope, these are one of my older pairs I’ve always had. They are pretty tight though.”
I seemed as confused as she was when I asked her the question. Was I hunched over? Was her posture just so much better now? I stood up straight and it didn’t change anything, my nose was level with her pecs still. It seemed so strange, how could neither of us have noticed?
“Ugghhh… weird question, but are you taller honey?” I finally asked, which prompted an expression of bewilderment, and then one of pondering to fall over her face.
“Stand up straight” she said as she quickly slipped off her heels and stood face to face with me. Normally, my eyes were in line with her lips. But right now I was staring at the bottom of her chin.
“What the hell…” I muttered softly as puzzled as ever. How could I not have noticed this? I was replaying the last few months in my mind, maybe it was just gradual and I never really stopped to notice.
“Wow. I’ve kind of felt like something was different but I just assumed I’d been standing up straighter, as silly as that sounds”
“So, wait, you are growing?” I asked. Thankfully the valet was pulling the car around. I needed a breather. My cock lurched against my pants again at this whole situation.
“I guess so? I mean its only an inch or so but maybe it’s the HGH? I mean the stuff I got was expensive as hell so maybe that’s what did it?” she walked toward the car and got in the passenger seat as I walked around to the driver’s seat.
“Its kind of hot though no?” She said as we closed the doors.
“Its crazy hot honey. I don’t know if its normal or regular, but its fucking hot.” That made her smile a bit and chuckle.
As she sat down, my attention was pulled away from the height revelation and towards her midsection. She put down an astonishing amount of food during dinner, pounds and pounds of it. All that food caused her torso to look thick and bloated. She grunted as she sat down and started rubbing her stomach. Her muscled gut pressed against the fabric of her dress, stretching it to its limits. Eight thick cobbled abs were prominently outlined against the thin dress.
“Honey, you can start driving now” she said, looking me in the eye and snapping me out of my stupor.
“Distracted by something?” she said tauntingly as she pulled up her dress, revealing her midsection as she slowly massaged her tanned, bulging stomach. The mass of her thick torso was swallowing up the thinly stretched boy shorts that she wore under the dress. She always had prominent abs but I’d never really seen them look like this. All of the food, and that good old HGH of course, gave her a powerful and veritable roid-gut as she sat there. I reached my hand out and ran it over her brick wall of a stomach. It was hard as rock as I traced the outline of each bloated abdominal. A short layer of light hair covered her stomach as I rubbed my hand over it. Alas my concentration was broken by a sharp honk of a horn from the car behind us.
Sarah chuckled deeply, yanked her dress back down, and directed my hand back to the steering wheel. “We should get going. Plenty of time for more fun after we leave the parking lot.” Her words slurred just a bit, clearly tipsy but still in control.
“Yea?” I said, my mouth dry and my dick hard from that display.
“Of course,” she purred. “What, you didn’t think the watch was your only birthday present did you?”
Several minutes went by as I navigated the city streets. Sarah was humming some song, clearly in a good mood from the dinner and alcohol. She pulled out her phone, the light illuminating her pretty features and bull neck. Her long nails clacked against the screen as she typed out a message, probably checking in on Hannah.
When we stopped at a red light I looked over at my wife. She was still looking down but her attention wasn’t on the illuminted phone resting in her lap. She had a big smirk on her face and was staring at her two beefy pecs, slowly popping them up and down. Each time she flexed them the two bloated blocks bunched out a couple inches and bopped her chin, pushing it up a centimeter or two. She snorted out a laugh a couple times as she kept mushing her chin with her phone book pecs. She always got silly when she was drunk, going all the way back o when I first met her and it was funny to see her preoccupy herself like this. The car lurched forward as the light turned green and she turned her attention towards me again.
“So, what do you wanna do when we get back? Or do you not even wanna wait that long…” she put her hand on my leg and playfully walked her fingers up my thigh. “We can do whatever you want, tonight.”
“Whatever I want huh?” I asked as I pulled onto the highway. Strangely my mind immediately replayed how aroused I was when Sarah manhandled me in the shower a few weeks ago. I was becoming more and more entranced and turned on by the thoughts of her using her strength more in the bedroom. Not that I wanted her to be a sadistic Dom or anything but her taking charge was becoming more and more of a fantasy. And one that could easily become reality if I just shared it with her.
“I want to do what you want to do, honey” I said, kind of nonchalantly shrugging as I changed lanes.
“Oh, come on hun. It’s your birthday, don’t worry about me tonight. I’m happy to do whatever it is that you want”. She emphasized the syllables in ‘whatever’ in a sexy way.
“I know” I said more sternly this time, intention in my voice “What I want is for you to be in charge. I want to do whatever you want to do tonight.” Truth was, I wouldn’t mind it extending beyond tonight. It was no secret that I was growing tired of having to constantly be ‘on’ all the time at work. I was warming up to the idea of just being the supportive second-fiddle in our relationship.
A puzzled look of amusement was on her face at first before she really registered what I meant and what I wanted. The puzzlement was replaced with a look of confidence and comfortability.
“Ok, if that is what you want. I can deliver on that for you. Hmmmm, well what I want to do first is to free my little man. I’m sure he was straining to see me all night” she said sultrily as she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, lowered my zipper and fished through my boxers. She popped my cock out just as it was hardening up from the situation.
“There he is, much better. I missed you” she was now leaning over my lap as I drove and gave the top of my cock a little peck and ran her tongue over it. I throbbed in response, getting harder by the second.
“O come on babe; I’m driving. Let’s wait till we get home” I said as I started to tuck my dick back in. Before I could slip it in my boxers, her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, engulfing it again in her grip.
“Nope. Not happening, I don’t want to wait.” Her grip was effortlessly powerful as she pulled my hand away with ease. For a second I reflexively tried to pull my hand away but it didn’t slow her a bit, the cords of muscle in her forearm made her grip like an iron vice. She actually snorted out a laugh, unable to hold it back.
“That’s cute honey, but I don’t want you to stop this. So, you’re not going to stop this right now.” There was an inevitability in her voice “Just keep your hands on the steering wheel, focus on the road, and I’ll take care of the rest. We both know you want this.”
“Sorry, it was just a reflex I guess. You are right, babe” she fixed it so my dick was sticking prominently out of my dress pants
“Ehhhh, I don’t want you calling me ‘babe’ or ‘baby’ tonight. I’m not your little ‘baby’” and she tensed her left arm. She didn’t turn her wrist and bring her forearm in so the muscle just swelled up into a thick column of beef resting at the side of her torso. “Call me something else.”
“What should I call you?” I said, glancing over at the display of muscle while also trying my best not to wreck my quarter of a million-dollar car.
“You are smart, you will figure it out.” And with that she squirted a big glob of lotion onto her palm. “Let’s get your pants down so we don’t ruin them” I just nodded and she started slipping my pants down as I shimmied my hips. Her hot breath washed over me, smelling of whiskey and red meat. Thank God for cruise control.
Hope people enjoy, more action and plot to come
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Really enjoying this one a lot! Loving the relationship these two have.
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Incredible. Just incredible work.
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Thanks for the comments, they are always appreciated and always motivating! I finally got the time and drive to write up another part. Predictably it is much longer than I thought it was going to be. I thought about breaking it up but decided just to post the whole thing. Hope y'all enjoy, I def did when writing it!
Chapter 4 Part 2: Birthday Night
We were on the highway now so driving was easier. In theory. In practice though, it was becoming exceedingly difficult to concentrate on the road as my wife’s leg-sized arm propelled her right hand up and down my shaft. While her small growth in height somehow caught me by surprise, her hand growth had been evident for a while. They used to be slightly larger than mine but now dwarfed them, in overall size as well as thickness. My cock wasn’t massive and fit comfortably in her grasp as her forearm and upper arm responded quickly to the sudden activity, blood rushing heavily through both of us.
“Hmmm” I heard her purr, my eyes desperately trying to focus on the highway as she pumped up and down on my shaft, alternating pace and pressure to get me full mast in no time. “You feel like steel honey, you enjoying this?” She seemed to lower her already deep voice, creating a sultry rumble. She was leaning towards me and I could feel her heat wash over me. I could smell the alcohol on her breath again but it was overpowered by the rest of her scent, which was intoxicatingly fragrant.
I tried to come up with something witty and clever but just croaked out my affirmation. Truth was, I hadn’t cum in a while, due to travel and busy work days, so my mind was a bit cloudy..
Seeing her monstrous arm flex and pulse as she jerked me off was impossibly arousing. Her hand jobs were to die for these days, I honestly preferred them over blowjobs now. The downside of this particular handy was that I couldn’t just stare at her arm as she went to work, because of that pesky highway. She continued on for another 30 seconds or so before slowing her pace and releasing the pressure around my cock until she was just tickling the tip. Drawing the process out for a bit.
“Did you almost cum?” She asked, though the tone in her voice told me that she knew the answer. She just wanted to hear me say it.
“Yea, that was… kinda close” I choked out. My knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel and I was breathing heavily. I mean, I was still enjoying it but worrying about crashing my car that cost as much as a small house made for a strange experience.
“I could tell” I still kept my eyes glued to road but I could feel her self-satisfying smirk. It was fairly evident that she was enjoying herself.
“That was so funny how we saw Tiffany at the restaurant, right?” She said casually, as if we were just in the midst of a run of the mill conversation.
“Huh?” I said, still in a daze, trying not to focus on the pent-up pressure in my cock that was slowly being relieved now that she wasn’t assaulting it.
“Tiffany… you know Tiffany, your former coworker that we just saw at dinner? Come on honey, where’s your head at?” She was acting puzzled, but was obviously playing with me like a marionette.
“Ugghh, yea it was. *ehhrrmm*” I cleared my throat, regaining some composure and sitting up straighter. “Yea, I guess that guy was her new boyfriend. Hadn’t seen him before. Sounds like he’s some corporate lawyer in the city.”
“Yea. She said they met at the gym, which is funny he approached her in the weight area. She said she’s been lifting to stay in shape. It was sweet, she said that she was inspired by me when she saw me a few years ago and wanted to start putting on a little muscle. She looked good don’t you think?” My spidey senses were up. That question was usually a leading one at the very least.
“I mean yea, she looked good. She has nothing on you though, sweety.” I glanced over at her, she was staring down and picking at the side of one of her long, manicured, bright red fingernails. She was a lot to take in. Her beautiful sleeveless dress hugged her herculean body like a second skin. She was enormous, barely fitting into the seat, her hugely muscled things pressing against the door on the right side and against the center console on the left.
She snorted out a laugh “Thank you, honey. I wasn’t particularly worried about that.”
“Seemed like she got to cop a feel huh?” Referring to when Tiffany was caressing Sarah’s bicep.
“Hehe, yea. She was definitely surprised at how big I’d gotten. She made a couple comments about how much bigger than Todd I was.” Ahhh, that was the boyfriend’s name, Todd! He was a pretty big guy, you could tell he worked out religiously even when covered up in a dress shirt. Sarah was right though, she dwarfed him.
“I’m not gonna lie, I loooved hearing her say that so I asked her if she wanted to feel my arm” I could see out of my peripherals that she had her arms stretched out and was admiring the thick cords of beef on her forearms and triceps. This normal conversation had calmed my ‘excitement’ a bit but hearing her talk like this and catching her admire her pumped arms was causing me to stir down below again as I exited off the highway.
Then she brought her face close to mine, her lips just a few inches from my ear as I continued to watch the road. Her hot breath lapped at my earlobe as her baritone whisper pulsed through me.
“Mmmm, you like hearing that as much as I do, don’t you honey? Hearing about how big your wife is? So much bigger than a big guy like Todd. Tiffany gets to fell his muscles everyday but she still couldn’t keep her hands off of me. I know you love it. I know it turns you on. Are you picturing me flexing my muscles as that bimbo that asked me for a picture worships my body? Your mind is racing with memories and fantasies isn’t it?” She wasn’t wrong, her sexy talking had my mind stuck on how Sarah was the center of attention, not just with Tiffany but with everyone in the restaurant all night. Let me tell you, thinking in that way worked wonders on me and I was hard again in no time.
“*Hem* yes honey, its unbearably sexy seeing you like that. Seeing how people react to seeing a beast like you.” The words spilled out almost as a whine from me.
“Mmmm, I am a beast aren’t I? What else am I? Why were people staring at me so much?”. She had put a doe eyed innocence into her voice this time. Making it seem like she was flummoxed as to why people would stare at her as she returned her left hand to my cock. Rubbing me up and down, gently at first.
“Oohhh shit” I moaned out involuntarily as she pleasured me and did my best to fuel both of our flames. “Cause you’re a freak honey. People can’t help but be repulsed or aroused by you. Or both. They can’t help but stare at you, to stare at such a Big. Muscular. Stud.” With each word that came out of my mouth I could feel her increase her pressure till she had a choke grip on my cock that made me squirm and shudder in pleasure.
“Mmmmmmm, that’s my favorite one. Stud. I am a stud, aren’t I? It turns me on so much to hear you say it. Now look at me. Look at your stud.” She said forcefully but without malice, my eyes were pulled off the road and towards her.
Her left arm was stretched out and wrapped around my cock, a thick pillar of muscle. In the seat she kind of leaned forward and rotated her massive torso towards me, her meaty pecs were so big they almost spilled out the top of her skin tight dress. Then she raised her right arm up, turned her wrist and poured everything she had into a mind-numbing bicep flex. The detail in her arm was astounding, big sweeping cuts separated each muscle in her arm from her blown out delts to her freaky bicep and tricep. Her bicep itself swelled mightily until it crescendoed into an iron cannonball sized peak. There wasn’t a chance in hell that it was still 19 inches. She was peeled too, I could see the fibers of the monster peeking her thin skin, which looked like it was going to be split by the pencil sized veins running through her arm. Her arm was trembling as she held the flex for a few seconds, growing harder by the second. Little veins even started pressing out and branching off the big thick ones.
While she was putting on this display of unimaginable power, she had failed to yield the tight grip she had on my cock. It would’ve been painful if it wasn’t so pleasurable, as she pistoned my cock up and down.
“Fuck, Sarah. I’m close.” And as she heard that she released the pressure and removed her hand. My cock twitched and bucked but I didn’t cum. She had me a millisecond away from spraying the steering wheel. I didn’t even register what happened when I heard a beeping noise from the car’s lane assist alerting me that I was drifting over.
“Eyes on the road, hun.” She said as I quickly brought us back into the lane. Thankfully, nobody was around as I realized we were only a few blocks from our house. My mind was still in a fogged stupor, and my cock ached for release. My mouth was dry and I croaked out what in hindsight was a pretty dumb thing.
“Mmpphhh, Sare, I didn’t finish” I grunted out, a confused and blank expression on my face. She just grinned back at me, her sharp cheek and jaw bones rolled a bit as she cutely wiggled her nose and snorted out a laugh.
“Hehe, I’m aware. Don’t you think I would have noticed? I’m honestly shocked that you didn’t cum though, I thought for sure I pushed you too far. The tight grip must have helped, that’s good to know. Good job on holding out though, sweety” And she gave me a warm kiss on my cheek as I sat there, a blue-balled husk.
“Now pull your pants up and compose yourself please, you need to drive Hannah home. She was dropped off and I told her you’d give her a ride. I’ll finish giving you your present when you get back.”
“Let me just finish quick, I’m dying here.” I reached my hand down reflexively to finish myself off. Hey, if she wouldn’t do it then I needed to because I really didn’t want to drive a cute sorority girl home with my drill boring a hole through my dress pants.
“Not a chance in hell, honey” She laughed as she plucked the middle of my forearm with her big hand. It completely wrapped around my arm, the nail of her middle finger pressing into the pad of her thumb. Her own forearm was pumped and freakishly vascular now, the veins winding their way down to the back of her hand.
“Like I said, I’ll finish giving you your present when you get back. Don’t worry, it’ll be worth it. I promise.” She released my arm, unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. She gave me a big smile and blew me a kiss as she pulled her dress down as it had ridden up her mighty thighs and bulbous glutes. I was alone in the car as she disappeared into the house.
I could’ve just jerked off. I thought about it too, but composed myself like Sarah pulled my pants up. I wasn’t afraid of her; I just didn’t want to disappoint her. Plus, I knew if I gathered the will power to go in she’d make it worth my while. So, I took a few deep breaths to calm down a bit more and headed inside after my wife.
When I came inside, Hannah and Sarah were around the kitchen island in a fit of laughter about something. Sarah’s booming laugh drowned out the smaller woman’s cute giggle. My wife was leaning forward against the marble counter. With her arms straightened and elbows locked like they were there wasn’t enough space for all her muscle, her biceps mashed up against her swollen pecs.
“There he is, he can take you home and get you paid, ok sweety? You have a good night and thank you again for watching Abby. I need to go lay down now, I think I had too much to drink at dinner.” Sarah crossed over and embraced Hannah’s tiny body in a hug. The young woman separated from my wife after a second, blushing slightly. Her eyes fairly noticeably didn’t leave my wife’s body even as Sarah crossed the room to go upstairs. I led Hannah out the door and looked back at my wife before I left. She was leaving the room and locked eyes with me. She mouthed ‘see you soon’ and winked at me before disappearing into the other room.
My mind was still on Sarah as I ambled my way to the car, not realizing that Hanna had asked me a question.
“I’m sorry?” I said as we got close to the car.
“Oh, just asked how dinner was. Wow Mr. Burke, this is like the nicest car I’ve ever been in.” She said as she opened the door and climbed into the front seat, her pert little butt jiggled a bit as she did.
“Oh, it was great. Food was tasty, the drinks were good, and my date made it all much better.” I fired up the Bentley and started backing out of the driveway.
“That’s sweet. You two seem like a goal couple.” Hearing that made me laugh, which reduced the tension a bit through my arms and shoulders. She jogged my memory about where she lived and I pulled onto the road. We sat in silence for about 30 seconds before Hannah spoke again.
“Sarah looks incredibly impressive. She must be so disciplined to look like that, I’ve never seen a woman look remotely like her.” I smirked a bit, as I figured some sort of comment was coming.
“Yea, I’m really proud of her. She’s worked really hard for a long time.” We were at a stop sign so I glanced in Hannah’s direction. The image of Sarah almost bursting out of her dress while flexing her melon sized bicep in the passenger seat was still seared in my mind. Hannah’s diminutive body covered maybe less than half of the space on the seat that Sarah’s did. Sarah had to almost squeeze her bulk in while Hannah sat comfortably in what was a fairly large seat.
“Do you lift weights?” I asked, kind of curious because I know it was gaining popularity among young women and she looked in pretty good shape.
“A little bit, mostly legs and lower body work. But Sarah actually offered to train me a bit this summer and show me the ropes in the weight room if I was interested.” We had just pulled up to her house so I pulled out my wallet to grab some cash for her. I chuckled a bit, picturing Sarah shaping a little protégé.
“Oh yea? Well, she knows quite a bit so she’d probably be pretty good at that. And you’re always welcome at the house, of course. Thank you again for watching Abby and have a great night.” I kind of just grabbed a wad of bills from my wallet, not even sure how much I gave her as I just really wanted to get back home to my wife. I must have given her a lot though because her eyes lit up a bit.
“Thank you Mr. Burke. I hope you have a good night too, though from the sound of it you are in for just that” And she winked at me as she left the car. Which was… bizarre to hear from her to say the least. The alcohol must’ve fueled Sarah to share quite a bit in the short time that I was outside alone.
As I drove the car back home I couldn’t keep images of Sarah training Hannah down in our basement. My behemoth wife, soaked in sweat spotting and assisting the petite co-ed. The women embracing as the small women hit a new PR. Things like that. And I had no doubt those thoughts would’ve escalated into much dirtier territory had the drive been long. Alas, it was only a minute later when I drove back into our garage and parked the car. I could’ve sat there and fantasized, or I could go inside and experience the real thing. I practically sprinted inside.
When I entered into the house by the kitchen I called out to Sarah, not too loud as I didn’t want to wake Abby. When I heard no response, I grabbed a glass and a bottle of whiskey out of the cupboard to clear my head a bit. I poured a bit and downed it. Then I gave myself a healthier pour and threw that back too, closing my eyes and wincing a bit as this one burned down my throat.
“Thirsty?” I heard Sarah’s voice reverberate through the silent room. When I opened my eyes she was standing in the kitchen entryway, leaning against the wall. She had shed the dress but her new outfit made my eyes pop even more. Painted on to her roid fueled man-shaming physique was an impossibly tight pair of lingerie that looked like it belonged on someone Hannah’s size. Up top was a white lace bra, with wide frilly shoulder straps. There looked to have been flowery patterns in the lace but the fabric was stretched so thin that I couldn’t really tell what was part of the pattern and what had been frayed by Sarah’s hulking chest. Normally the shoulder straps would have fallen loosely over her shoulders but these too were clinging to her like a second skin, pulled taut at awkward angles by her traps and delts. It took me a second to even see the elegant little bottoms she was wearing as they were being swallowed up by the meat of her quads, Adonis belt, and bloated midsection.
“Is that…” Suddenly it clicked in my mind, and the outfit looked very familiar.
“Yup” She grinned at me and looked down at the ridiculous looking top. “Do you remember this one? This is the first sexy little outfit I bought for you after we started dating back.”
“Y-yea, how could I forget? That was, i-is my favorite. H-how did you even get that on?” I was curious beyond belief at that question.
“Very carefully” she hummed demurely. “I’m lucky that this lace is extremely stretchy. Though I’m not sure it’s going to last that long, the elastic is wearing thin.” With that she stalked towards me, the outfit visibly stretching and fraying before my eyes as she floated with grace through the kitchen. I walked a few steps and met her near the fridge. She embraced me and we started passionately making out, Sarah probing my mouth with her long tongue. She shifted our bodies a bit and started pressing me forward, backing me up until my back was against the cold metal of the fridge.
She didn’t stop there though, she kept pushing her weight against me as we made out. If the wall wasn’t behind the fridge she would have just slid it across the floor with me sandwiched in between. It was another near hopeless feeling; I could feel every rock-hard muscle pressing powerfully into my skinny body. Her pecs bulged up into my neck each time she pressed her tongue into mine. Finally, after a couple minutes of making out she came out for a breath. Wordlessly she squatted down, her thick thighs bulging out as she did. She undid my belt and whipped it off in one motion, the speed with which she did it ricocheted me towards her. I braced myself, anticipating that I was about to crash into her as she squatted there and send us tumbling to the floor but I just pinballed off her shoulder and back against the fridge. She didn’t even budge.
“Whoops, sorry about that.” She muttered, eyes locked on my waist line as she popped the button down and threw my pants to my ankles. As she was doing this I quickly unbuttoned my short and threw it out of the way. Then instead of pulling my boxers down she grabbed each side of the middle hole and just ripped the fabric apart like it was wet newspaper. Needless to say, my cock bounced out ready to go as I stood naked in front of my hulking wife.
“Much better” She purred as she rose back up to her full height and stared down at me. My back was still against the fridge as she gently engulfed each of my wrists in her hands and lifted my arms above my head lightly pinning them against the fridge. Again, she pressed her whole body into me and this time I could feel each fiber sliding across my naked body. I could feel the frayed bra against my upper chest. Her pecs felt as thick as a phone book as she smushed them against my shoulders, she was so wide that just her chest was the same width as my whole body was shoulder-to-shoulder. Her thick nipples poked through the bra and rubbing against my outer collarbone. She wore the warmest smile as she stared down into my eyes, looking like a predator who had cornered her meal. I just gulped as she held this position for a few more second. My dick twitched against the separations in her quad.
She must have noticed because she looked down, grabbed my dick and repositioned it up and to the side a bit so that it was now pressing against her crotch. It throbbed hard as she rubbed it against her swollen clit. I felt it pressing against me through the panties. I wasn’t the only one with a growing appendage.
“I think I’m catching up to you in size honey” she said cheekily. Technically she was right because her clit had been growing and my dick hadn’t gained an inch in 20 years, but she was still quite a bit behind. That’s not to say that it was small though, the meaty clit protruded out from her slit a couple inches, giving her a notable bulge in her panties.
“I think it like doubled in size after this last cycle. The combination of drugs I put together made me grow like a weed everywhere, I guess. Enough of that though, I need you to help me with something” she said as she wrapped her massive hands around the mid part of my ribcage and hoisted me about a foot off the ground, putting a few inches of space in between us.
“I need you to count how many abs I have.”
“You need me to count how many abs you have?” I said, perplexed. I mean, she had an eight-pack. It had been like that for a while. They were so thick and prominent that they protruded through most of the clothes she wore. It was pretty hard not to tell how many there were
“Yeaaa, honey. You are a smart, successful businessman and I’m just a dumb meathead who can’t count so good, but I neeeed to know how many abs I have. Can you help?” She had this innocent, pleading, girl-like tone in her voice that was juxtaposed against its deep pitch. After she finished she started moving me back and forth so that my dick was rubbing against the top brick of her abs. The thick muscle bloated against my wood.
“Oohhh… okay” I moaned as she did it, the thick peach fuzz on her ab tickling my head. “Yes, yes I’d love to help you count your abs Sarah.”
“That’s great, baby! I couldn’t think of anyone else I would want to help me” she said cheerily. “Ok, here we go count out loud so I can hear you.” And with that she moved me side-to-side again against that top ab.
“One” I called out. Then she lowered me slightly and repeated the side-to-side motion on the next muscle belly. “Two” Then she did it again, and again and again until she finished back up top on the opposite side that she started. “Eight” I moaned out.
“Thank you honey, you are the best helper in the world” she said as she lowered me down. My hands fell back to my side and I immediately reached out started probing her freakishly pumped chest and shoulders. They were warm and flushed with blood from ragdolling me around. They felt so hard as I probed against them with my thumb, feeling just how incredibly thick each plated muscle was, running my hands along the crevices that separated each muscle group. She started pumping her pecs, the fibers dancing rhythmically under my hands as I started to play with her nipples as they protruded from the bra.
It was her turn to be lost in the moment. Her bull neck arched up, her eyes were closed and pointed toward the ceiling. A deep moan of pleasure rumbled from her chest and I started sucking on her left nipple.
“Oh, that feels so good honey.” She lowered her head back down, looking me in the eyes again. “Let’s take this to the bedroom, huh?” I nodded wordlessly, ready to do whatever she wanted.
Before I could even finish nodding my head though she had shoved her hands under my armpit. Her thumb pressed into my thin front delt and the rest of her fingers pushed into my scapula and rear delts as she hoisted me up into the air, extending her arms all the way up. She was now head-to-head with my crotch and deftly slipped my shaft into her mouth, instantly getting me hard as can be.
Then with me high above her head and my cock in her mouth she started moving out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. I was almost positive she could see with my body blocking her but that didn’t seem to deter her as she marched on like the terminator. Her oaken arms not seeming to struggle to hold me aloft as she bobbed up and down on my shaft. My eyes were closed now as I was caressing the muscles in her arms and I felt my body slowly rising even higher into the air as she started to climb up the stairs. It evened out again as she reached the second floor, still holding me up, still giving me head. Finally, I felt myself dropping altitude but she didn’t put me down. I opened my eyes to see her lunging down so that I wouldn’t hit my head on our bedroom door, before powerfully popping back up and continuing towards our bed.
Finally, we got to the bed and she moved my body forward, pulling me out of her mouth. My precum clung to her lips and drippled down onto her sharp chin as she held me aloft like in the Lion King. Then she dropped me down on the bed. I rolled on my back and before I knew it she had pounced on me. Straddling my torso and sort of sitting on my stomach, though she wasn’t pressing her whole weight into me. Each titanic thigh must have been as big as my waist as they pressed into my thin ribs. Her shoulders and chest were impossibly bloated from her feat of strength new veins wriggled around the beef.
“My god. Am I going to need a safe word?” Right as the word left my mouth she crunched down into a gender-smashing most muscular accompanied by a deep guttural growl that pulsed through me. The freaky mass bulged out almost an inch further in every direction. The veins doubled. The striations tripled. Her whole upper body turned a deep, pulsing red from all the blood rushing into it. All of this mass was too much for her poor old lingerie as I heard several clear ripping and popping noises as the fabric seemed to tatter completely in front of me eyes and dangled off her chest and shoulders.
“Fuck me” I mumbled out reflexively as she released her eye-popping display of meat. She looked down on me with an arrogant smirk.
“That’s not a very good safe word, hun” She laughed and removed the tattered bra off her, revealing her pulsing chest in all its naked glory. Her nipples still poking from her tremendous pecs. Then she moved her mass up off of me for a second and yanked her panties off. What was left of the elastic band snapped immediately and the rest of the lace just gave up as she tossed the tattered garment away.
“Don’t worry babe, you don’t need a safe word tonight. But I am going to be on top, ok?” I grunted out my affirmation as she settled herself back down and guided her soaking wet sex onto my cock, her big clit tickling against it as she pressed herself into me.
“Ooooohh” she moaned like she was a wild animal in heat. “I wanna fuck you so bad.”
“I want you to fuck me so bad” Accepting and embracing the words as they left my mouth. Then she did something she hadn’t really done before, at least not to this extent. She started riding me like a bull, only the bull was riding the poor cowboy in this case. She was completely in control, her body arched forward above me, her long hair cascading down onto my face and chest. Her lats spilled out half a foot from each side of her torso as she positioned her arms so that she was pinning mine against the bed. I couldn’t really do anything except moan and lay there as she gyrated and pumped herself up and down on me.
Just for fun I tried to squirm against her, attempting futilely to free myself. This caused her to moan in self-satisfaction and squeeze against me with her legs, each one the size of my torso that they were pressuring. Then she stopped supporting herself for a second as she shifted position, her full weight collapsed down on top of me, causing a raspy grunt to be pressed out of me body.
“Sorry” she said, though she didn’t reposition herself and continued pressing against me into the bed with her full weight. “I just weighed myself, you know? While you were driving Hannah home. Guess how much I weigh” Then she shifted rested both of her mammoth forearms against my chest and leaned her weight forward onto them, causing the air to rush from my lungs.
“Ugghh” I gasped out a moan as she did it “Like a thousand fucking pounds? I don’t know but your crushing me. Fuck me.” Then she lifted herself off my chest so that her body was up straight, but still straddling my cock. This relieved the pressure and let me breathe normally again. She had a cocky grin on her face after that, looming over me like a mountain. She gathered her hair up and through it over her back while slowly gyrating on me.
“Hehehe, I don’t blame you for being crushed, babe. Two hundred and fifty-six pounds will do that to a lot of men I’m sure.” My eyes popped out of my head, I don’t remember her ever mentioning that she had even passed 250.
“Yup and I was naked too” she said with a wink, replying to the shocked look on my face. “I ate a shit ton of food at dinner on purpose, I assumed I’d be over 250 for the first time and wanted to surprise you but I didn’t think I’d be that heavy.”
“That’s unbelievable” I said. And it was, she was almost double the weight that she was when she started lifting.
“I know” she purred. “All right let’s finish this up.” And she picked up her pace again, humping me faster and faster until our California King was rocking back and forth and bumping into the wall. Suddenly, before I even knew it, Sarah’s whole upper body inflated larger and larger, getting beat red again as she flexed every muscle in her upper body and rumbled out another raspy grunt as I felt a warm sensation around my cock as she orgasmed before I did.
Luckily she recognized that I hadn’t come yet and kept on riding until a couple seconds later I gripped onto her blocky glutes, kneading my fingers into the steel fibers and fired rope after rope into my wife’s hot, pulsating cunt.
After I finished, she rolled off my body with a sigh and landed heavily next to me. Both of us laid on our backs breathing heavily for a couple seconds before she popped up and got off the bed. She stood next to the bed for a second, her Amazonian body sweaty, pumped and cascaded in the moonlight that poured in through the windows.
“That was amazing honey. Happy Birthday” And she leaned over the bed and kissed me gently. I still hadn’t moved and almost felt too exhausted and overstimulated to do so. I just laid there, huffing and puffing away as she crossed the over towards the bathroom, I could see a glob of my jizz drip down her adductors.
I was physically wiped out so I just laid in bed and waited for her to return. A few minutes later she sauntered back in wearing a massive white t-shirt that was snug against her body and some black boy shorts with the word “tomboy” running along the waist band.
She turned the fan up, which immediately made me shiver and realize how cold I was. Then, she sidled into bed and embraced my body against hers, settling into a big spoon position and draping her arms over me. We laid there resting for a few minutes, her body heating me up in a few seconds. At least I didn’t have to worry about being cold anymore. Just as I was about to fall asleep in her arms, Sarah yawned deeply and started talking sleepily.
“You know. I’ve been thinking…”
“Yea? About what hun?” I asked, fighting off sleep for another minute.
“I think I want to get a job”
“Oh yea?” that actually woke me up a bit. As I turned my head to look at her, her eyes were closed though as she laid there. “Like a job in chemistry?” referring to her undergraduate degree. “Or like a trainer job? You’d be great at that.”
“Ehhh, no I don’t think so. I don’t knooow” She yawned again, lengthening the last word. “I wanna do something physical. Like some type of manual labor, put this body to work. We can hire a nanny or something for Abby. I won’t make that much but that’s no problem with your salary. We can talk about it more in the morning.”
“Ok sounds good, I’m in support of whatever you want to do honey.” She squeezed me gently as I said this.
I laid there for a few minutes, not being able to fall asleep as something gnawed at the edges of my mind. Sarah working wouldn’t be bad, it wasn’t that. It was the growing discontent that I was having at work. I’d lost the drive to push through 70 hours week, barely getting to see my family and doing things I enjoyed. I was only 35 and I was already demotivated and burnt out. I kind of just wanted to be at home and if I sold my equity in my firm we’d be able to live off of passive income pretty comfortably. Sarah starting to work would give me the opportunity to be a stay-at-home husband, which sounded like the best thing in the world right now.
“Hey honey?” I whispered and heard a soft, sleepy grunt in return. I let it sit in the air a second before continuing.
“I think I’m going to quit my job….”
The room was silent for several moments before I heard her snore softly into my ear. I guess that was the only reply I was getting tonight.
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Great cliffhanger
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Good lord, this story is amazing!
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Great Story - and I am only at the end of chapter 2
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Thank for the love, guys! Glad people are reading and enjoying. I'll try to ride the motivation train and wrote some more this weekend
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Another really fantastic chapter. Very consistently impressed with this story, been enjoying it a ton!
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Another really fantastic chapter. Very consistently impressed with this story, been enjoying it a ton!
Thanks! The comments are much appreciated, glad you've enjoyed it. Starting the next chapter. I have an idea but if anyone has any suggestions for what job they'd like to see Sarah take, I'm all ears
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What a great sorry and I hope for more +k
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I just found this story, and Im loving how cute and positively sappy it is compared to typical fmg stories. I've been low key wanting something like this for years and finding this has made me so happy.
Though if you intend to move away from how kind and understanding they've been to a more typical mean, demeaning, or violent female domination could you please let us know? However a realistic, and above all else, healthy Dom/Sub could be fine as well.
As for possible jobs... Strong(wo)man or even Freakshow attractions could be options, and would give her incentive to keep growing.
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Thanks Rocky. Glad you like the story, the kind words are motivating. Working on the next installment as we speak. No need to worry, there will continue to be changes in the dynamic of the relationship and to the characters but not in a drastic way. I'm not into the demeaning/sadistic stuff so you won't really be seeing that here.
Ooo, the freakshow attraction scenario could be a fun one, might incorporate something like that in the future.
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This is one of those stories where I can't help but get my hopes up when I see a new post ... as for me, I have to confess I think Sarah picking up any manual labour job would be extremely hot ... particularly something like construction. But it's your story, and I'm excited to see what's next!
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Considering she was able to dial in and perfect her growth it could be inferred that she should be able to do that to anyone. So a fitness instructor or even compete and/or create her own supplement line/company.
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I think it would be hot if she had any physical job like construction where she’d be the best worker. Or she could be a firewoman or a military
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Maybe she can demolish old buildings. With her bare hands!
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Thanks as always for the suggestions and comments! Here is part 1 of the next chapter, I should be able to get the rest out in a bit, just gotta finish and read through it. This chapter mostly just moves the story along, a slight bump in the road for our protagonists.
Chapter 5- A new reality
The conversation had to wait until the next morning. I got up before Sarah did and started making some coffee and breakfast. Abby got up a little after me and went down to the basement to play and watch TV. I felt calm, which was odd because I thought the upcoming conversation would make me nervous. The stress of having to constantly worry about work and being “on” always was gone, in its absence I could finally notice the overwhelming grip it had had on me for the past few years. I felt looser, freer, at peace.
I was frying bacon so I rummaged through a drawer and threw on one of Sarah’s old aprons, as all her current ones were way too big for me. It fit perfectly as I tied it around my waste. It was a purple Southern Living one with a frilly pattern on it, but it got the job done.
I was facing the stove whistling a song blissfully while the bacon was crackling so I wasn’t aware that Sarah was behind me until her two strong hands grabbed onto my shoulders tightly, nearly causing me to jump out of my skin. The power in her hands startled me out of the peaceful trance I was in.
“Jesus Christ!” I yelped, my voice cracking from the shock, as I turned my head and saw Sarah behind me over my shoulder. She was wearing a stringer tank top cut very low on the sides. It was a couple years old, making it tight against her herculean upper body, although it still hung loosely around her relatively thin waist. With her arms up on my shoulder like this I could see her serrated obliques rippling in the opening of the shirt, her thick pec bulged out several inches against the fabric above them.
“Honey, you scared the shit out of me.” I continued, my heart still pounding hard in my chest.
“Aww, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, babe.” Then she moved her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly from behind, pressing her muscular body into me. She breathed in deeply as she held me and rumbled out a deep content sigh as she breathed. “That smells heavenly, by the way. I hope you made enough for momma bear, I am starving.”
“Your always starving” I said, rolling my eyes to myself as she detached from me and I could hear her back up a few paces behind me as I piled all of the eggs, potatoes, veggies and bacon onto two plates, then put a small percentage to the side for myself and Abby.
“I think I’ve got enough food for a highschool football team so should be enough for you.” I said cheekily, turning around and bringing the food to her. She had grabbed a cup of coffee and sat at the table.
“Mmmm, you look kinda sexy in that apron honey.” She leaned towards me as I sat down next to her and whispered. “You would look even sexier with nothing underneath it though…” then she bit her lower lip lightly and arched her eyebrows up and down a couple times, suggestively. Her hand shot out and started tickling me a bit around my stomach, tugging lightly at my clothes.
“Honey, stop. Now isn’t a good time time, Sarah is in the basement” I said, blushing and giggling from her advances. “Besides, I need to talk to you.”
“Oh, come on. I’m sure she is glued to the TV. I’m still worked up from last night, let’s keep it going” A naughty grin was on her face and her other hand was around my waist now. She rotated my body 90 degrees in my chair with ease so I was facing her as she lowered her hands to my belt.
“Honey, I mean it” I said as sternly as I could and placed my hand against her right pec as she leaned closer to me, about a foot away.
She looked down at my small hand pressing against her tectonic pec. This brought an amused smile to her face as she stared down at it for a couple second. Then she rippled a flex through the pec and I could feel the fibers dance under my skin. She snorted out a laugh and kept moving her face and body towards me. I started to press back against her but it was futile, like trying to stop a train.
Then she kissed me very tenderly and pulled away slowly with a deep and slightly frustrated sigh. “Sorry, hun. I just didn’t want last night to end. What is it you wanted to talk about.” She had grabbed her fork and turned her attention towards her food.
Then I told her. I told her I was going to quit my job and stay at home. I’d watch Abby, take her where she needed to go, clean and cook and do everything else Sarah did everyday (maybe besides lifting thousands of pounds of iron a day, but hey who knew) while she was at work.
The look on her face was priceless. The big swaggering Alpha presence melted away. Replaced by a wide-eyed disbelief, with worry in her voice that made it sound a bit higher.
“Honey, wait a minute we need to talk about this before you just up and quit. I know it’s been tough on you lately but we won’t even be able to afford mortgage payments on whatever salary I’m going to bring in, let alone all our other expenses. Maybe you can just talk to them about working less or look for a less stressful job, even if there’s a pay cut. And we can just get a nanny to take Abby around while we are at work” She was talking a mile a minute and it was my turn to be the confident one in the relationship as I just sat back in my chair with a smirk on my face listening to her.
“Relax, Sarah” I said as she finished, placing my hands on top of hers on the table. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while, I just didn’t have the courage to bring it up. I should have done that earlier. But I’ve thought it through”
Then I laid out my plans, I’d sell my equity in the firm. Since I got in on the ground floor, the shares would be worth nearly 9 figures by now, an absurd amount of money that would allow us to keep living our lives. I’d put it most of it away and maybe keep some to day trade with while I was at home. This cooled Sarah down a bit, as she visibly seemed to inflate back up as I spoke.
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The summer flew by like a bullet train. That next Monday, I informed my other partners of my plans and while they were upset they understood and wished me the best. The sale of my shares was quick and brought us almost exactly what I anticipated, setting everything up nicely so that we could continue to live comfortably.
Outside of that, I was adjusting to my new domestic responsibilities. I wasn’t as good of a cook as Sarah or as thorough of a cleaner and while there was only three of us I was surprised at how much there was that needed to get done. Sarah still pitched in around the house though, I figured it was out of a habit she couldn’t break. I definitely enjoyed spending the summer with Abby though. Sarah had made sure Abby was always active so I would bring her to dance, soccer, and her friends’ houses constantly. We also went to the movies, the zoo, theme parks; it was fantastic.
Sarah hadn’t known exactly what she wanted to do so she reached out to a temp agency that placed people into blue collar jobs in the greater New York area. She was in an odd position because she didn’t have a ton of manual labor skills but her supervisor was enamored enough by her sheer size and strength and found her consistent things to do, mostly construction at first, followed by a couple months as a logger, oddly enough. She was handy enough with a chainsaw and could really help move the big chunks of wood when machines couldn’t get to them.
Because she was beginning her new working life, she took it relatively easy from a training perspective, moving into a “maintenance mode” and hoping off gear for the summer. Her “taking it easy” mode though was still insane. She would wake up before 5 am to get a workout in before work and still ate almost 5,000 calories a day. Despite this, she still lost a handful of pounds and some of her freaky conditioning and vascularity. Don’t get me wrong though, she was still an absolute Mack truck of a human.
Sarah even had a little protégé joining her for her early morning workouts. A couple days after babysitting Abby, Hannah reached out to take Sarah up on her offer to train her. Since Sarah’s work schedule was demanding, she could only train Hannah early in the morning when she was working out. Because of this, I barely saw the young woman as she was gone by 6:30 am but Sarah said it was going well though and Hannah was an eager and motivated trainee.
I had even started working out more during the day. I briefly consulted with Sarah about it but mostly kept to myself. My workouts consisted of a good bit of cardio most days a week and three full body workouts a day. I gravitated towards squats, lunges, and deadlifts and loved seeing the numbers tick up day-by-day and looking for the tiniest improvements in the mirror. I could see how intoxicating it could be, why Sarah was so hooked.
It wasn’t all peaches though, there were certainly some days where Sarah was dead tired when she got home so I did my best to bring her as much comfort as I could. Something was bubbling up though and about eight weeks in, at the end of July, we had our first big disagreement in a while.
It was a little after 7 and Sarah wasn’t home yet. I had been hanging out with Abby all day and slacked off on cooking and just warmed her up some leftovers before her dance practice at 7:30. We were cutting it close so I just threw our dishes in the pile I had sitting in the sink. Sarah walked in as I was getting Abby’s bag together. She greeted us with slumped shoulders, looking exhausted. Abby was delighted to see her and despite being tired Sarah scooped her up for a hug and asked her about her day. She saw we were heading out the door though and put Abby down after a minute and went over to the fridge to grab a beer. Must’ve been a long day because she cracked it immediately, took several big gulps and then went over to kiss me goodbye.
I jumped in the Lexus, which was parked next to Sarah’s pickup truck that we bought right after she started working. We drove over to the studio and I just stayed there during the practice, it was easier that way. There was a group of parents, all moms naturally, that would chit chat during the practice. After the practice I dropped Abby off in the driveway because I needed to run to the store to grab groceries. I figured Sarah would appreciate having some alone time with Abby before tucking her in.
I pulled back into the driveway a little before 10 and started bringing all the groceries in. When I entered the kitchen I called out to Sarah in a fake-falsetto sing-song tone.
“Honey, I’m hooome” I laughed amusedly to myself and put the groceries away. I didn’t hear any response but I could hear the TV on in the other room. After I finished up I walked over into the family room. She was sitting on the couch intently watching The Bachelor, some things never change I guess. She had changed out of her work clothes and into a crimson tank top, flaunting her glorious arms. She didn’t look in my direction when I walked in, just took a swig of beer and placed the bottle back on the table, next to four empty ones.
“Hey, Sare. Long day?” I said sidling up next to her on the couch. I nuzzled next to her, placed my head against her mammoth delt and slowly rubbed her arm up and down. She must have shaved this morning because her skin was smooth, other than a patch of acne near her delt.
“Hi, John” she breathed out heavily. The word struck me, she almost never called me John when we were alone. “Yea, we had to work a little long today.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
“Nah, its all right.” And she downed the last sips of her beer, immediately grabbing the last one from the six-pack that had been on the table.
“Are you sure?” I said, as I placed my hand under her shirt and started slowly rubbing her abs, even relaxed, and slouched, her abs still bulged prominently. “You don’t sound fine..”
“Really, I’m fine. Just tired is all” She looked at me and placed her hand on my thigh. Her whole demeanor betrayed her words though, something was definitely bothering her so I decided to keep pressing.
“Oh come on, what’s up? Did something happen at work? You seem off. It’s always better to talk it out after a frustrating day, you know that from all the long days I had. It always made me feel better when you were there to talk about it.”
“Fine. Fine, we can talk” she said robotically before breathing in deeply, the air expanding her chest even wider than it was. Then she put her beer down and rubbed her temples for a second.
“Its not work. Work was fine. Tiring, but fine. I’m in a bad mood because of you.”
“Me? What did I do?” removing my hand from her abs and sitting back on the couch, taken by surprise.
“That’s the issue, John, you didn’t do anything.” She turned her bulk so she was facing and looking down at me. “You didn’t cook dinner, you didn’t clean the dishes, you didn’t fold the clothes, and that’s just what I noticed walking in the door. I’m assuming you didn’t clean the bathroom from yesterday either.” She had been keeping them close but now that the floodgates were opened, her frustration was rushing out.
“Now hold on, that’s unfair. We had the leftovers we needed to finish up for dinner and I was going to get to the other stuff.”
“Babe, there was half a piece of chicken marsala and some potatoes. I’m like two hundred and fifty pounds, that doesn’t cut it. And you know that.” I remained quiet for a second, I did mess up there. I had enjoyed spending the day with Abby so much that I had justified skimping out on the chores that needed to be done around the house. She was right but the sudden confrontation put me on the defensive.
“Well, I apologize then Sarah. God forbid I spend time with my daughter after missing out the past 10 years. It’s not like you’re going to starve or run out of clothes to wear.”
“Ugghhh, that’s not the point” she said, closing and rubbing her eyes. “I understand that you want to spend time with Abby, I’m not mad at that. You can do that without totally neglecting everything else, I did it every day. I don’t want to have to clean up after you after working 10 plus hours. This is what you wanted, so make an effort please”
“You don’t have to even work if you don’t like how things are going around here.” I probably should have just stopped, not engaged, but I didn’t.
“Did you ever think I enjoy it? Not everyone gets burned out before they turn 40, John. You wanted to be a stay-at-home dad but that doesn’t entail just hanging out with your daughter and not doing anything else.”
“Well getting burned out got us this house, your new car, your gym, and its allowing us to live a pretty great life. It’s not like the money you bring in really helps with any of that.” Yep, that was a real dick thing to say but I had felt cornered and justified it quite easily in the moment.
“Jesus Christ you asshole. This isn’t a board room; you don’t have to win every exchange. Stop being so obstinate, I’ve been trying to be fucking nice about this.” She stood up, towering over me now. Her big hand was balled up, involuntarily from the frustration. But my eyes grew big at the sight and I instinctively flinched a bit. It was a response any person would have when a muscled beast was standing over you angrily shaking her fist.
“My God John, relax, I’m not going to hit you.” She rumbled a sigh, slumped her shoulders a bit and started walking towards the stairs. “I’m going to bed. Sleep down here tonight”
I walked over to the bar, opened a bottle of wine, and drank deeply from it. I took it back over into the family room and collapsed back into the couch, my head staring straight up at the ceiling for a minute. That was stupid, I was stupid. Seeing how disappointed she was in me broke my heart once I had calmed down from the confrontation. She was right, the least I could do was the bare minimum that was expected of me. And I hadn’t cared enough to do it. I kept taking pulls from the bottle till it was gone and my head was fuzzy but clear.
I trashed the bottle and got to work. I put away the clean dishes and put the dirty ones into the now empty dishwasher. I cut up some meat and veggies to prep for the next day’s meal. I scrubbed the sink and wiped the counters. I folded the clothes and put some dirty ones into the washing machine for tomorrow. Then I tidied up around the house. It was about 11 when settled in on the couch for the night.
I laid there for a while, still disappointed in myself for being such a dick. I tossed and turned on the couch for about an hour, the shame preventing me from the peace of sleep. Our big grandfather stummed over and over, indicating it was midnight. I couldn’t take it anymore so I went upstairs.
Sarah was sleeping on her side faced away from me. Her tremendously large body looked like a mountain range arcing across our king bed. I slid under the covers and assumed a big spoon position behind her. The warmth of her body was like a beacon in the darkness, melting away my self hatred. Her body raised up a bit as she inhaled deeply and she puffed the breath out with a sigh.
“I thought I told you to sleep downstairs.”
“I know” I whispered as I squeezed her mighty body. “I’ll be better.”
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Another great chapter, will she forgive him and let him sleep with her? Btw dont make her lose pounds:(
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Ok, but...he was right.
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The protagonist himself admitted he was being a jerk. And staying at home and not doing any of the chores is lazy, so his wife was right to call him out.
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The protagonist himself admitted he was being a jerk. And staying at home and not doing any of the chores is lazy, so his wife was right to call him out.
He was busy all day with his daughter and still did the grocery shopping. Just because chores weren't completely done doesn't mean he wasn't doing anything. Chores are always going to be there, time with kids isn't. And she really does gloss over his needs by minimizing why he quit in the first place. She's a big girl, she can handle making herself dinner once in a while. He doesn't have to bow down just because she has muscle now.
This is where a lot of these FMG stories start to lose me personally. This is being written as more than just fantasy, so it's tough to suspend disbelief at their interactions. For example, why is she acting like a stereotypical blue collar worker, needing that six pack to relax when they get home? Why does her putting on muscle and having a job make him act more submissive and feminine? Up until this point, they still had a healthy relationship, even though the scene where she was pushing herself on him when he said "not now" was getting close to the line. I never understand why the stories always start making the female some butch bitch and the guy a weak worm just because she's built. I get that that's the fetish for some, but this didn't seem like it was going down that road until now. In fact, the fact that he is still working out is a point in the author's favor; most stories have some contrived reason why he's not supposed to lift anymore.
I love FMG, the bigger the better, it's the emasculation and perceived uncontrollable aggressivemess that authors think come along with being muscular that I never understand. You don't need it for a good muscle story.
Anyway, I like it so far, and it's not beyond redemption for my personal preferences, but we'll see where it goes from here.
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Thanks for the feedback. I'll admit I was a bit lukewarm on this chapter before posting it, so I don't totally disagree with you Havok. I'm trying to avoid the man becoming a woman/woman becoming a man thing and don't want her to be an asshole and him a pushover, while also having the dynamics shift a bit with her taking charge more. So I might of leaned a bit too much on caricatures when trying to walk that line in this one. I'll probably tone that down a bit I think but I probably wont remove the slight gender role shifting stuff completely. Shes gonna be slightly aggressive/masculine, trying to not make it mean she is a psycho and balance it with her femininity but if that takes people out of the story then it might not be for you.
I had a longer thing written out for the fight but a lot of it sounded corny. They were both supposed to be wrong and right in their own ways. She was frustrated from feeling like she had to do a lot of the stuff around the house by herself still and he felt she was being unreasonable. I may not have landed that exact sentiment I guess. The relationship is still healthy, but I wanted a little conflict instead of all sunshine and rainbows. Still trying to figure stuff out when it comes to writing these stories, appreciate people's continued reading
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I don't see what the problem is. This was just a normal disagreement between husband and wife. Their relation isn't toxic or unhealthy. There is nothing wrong with a dominant, physically superior woman and a man who becomes more submissive,as long as they both willingly go along with the changing power dynamic and both enjoy the results and love each other. The changing dynamic is not for everyone, but everything I've read seems to indicate that this is one of those wholesome fmg stories where the growing woman doesn't become an abusive psycho, and where the femdom is loving and gentle, and the husband will enjoy it.
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Thanks for the feedback. I'll admit I was a bit lukewarm on this chapter before posting it, so I don't totally disagree with you Havok. I'm trying to avoid the man becoming a woman/woman becoming a man thing and don't want her to be an asshole and him a pushover, while also having the dynamics shift a bit with her taking charge more. So I might of leaned a bit too much on caricatures when trying to walk that line in this one. I'll probably tone that down a bit I think but I probably wont remove the slight gender role shifting stuff completely. Shes gonna be slightly aggressive/masculine, trying to not make it mean she is a psycho and balance it with her femininity but if that takes people out of the story then it might not be for you.
I had a longer thing written out for the fight but a lot of it sounded corny. They were both supposed to be wrong and right in their own ways. She was frustrated from feeling like she had to do a lot of the stuff around the house by herself still and he felt she was being unreasonable. I may not have landed that exact sentiment I guess. The relationship is still healthy, but I wanted a little conflict instead of all sunshine and rainbows. Still trying to figure stuff out when it comes to writing these stories, appreciate people's continued reading
I don't mean to come off overly harsh, I actually think you've done a good job so far. She doesn't come off as a psycho, that's the path most of these stories take and it's what I didn't want to see happen here. I guess I don't tie being muscular with gender roles, even though traditionally, men were the dominant and on average more muscular. A little conflict is good, it helps keep the story intriguing, so long as it doesn't start beggaring belief when personalities do a total 180. It's a total mood killer when the woman becomes a total asshole because the author attributes societal stereotypes of what a "dominant" person is, which usually takes form as the most toxic and abusive version of a Dom. It is in fact possible to be dominant and not be an asshole, male or female.
I think the only thing I would honestly critique, given your comments, and it's totally IMO, but I would have made her more obviously appreciative of the sacrifice he made to give them the life that allows her to pursue her muscle growth dreams, and so she never has to worry about money. Physical labor jobs don't pay much, but she has any option available to her because of him. He shouldn't take the housework she did and still does for granted either, but her working is purely her choice, and the lifestyle change for both of them might mean some standards at the house change a bit. It would be good to see them communicate that to each other in the next scene as part of their making up.
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My two cents for this conversation:
I think its a bad idea to rely on caricatures to guide you for this story since this is very much anti-caricature/caricature breaking. If you have to use caricatures to guide you you're going about it the wrong way. They shouldn't be a "blue collar worker" and "stay at home spouse", it should be a "housewife" that's working manual labor and "wall street shark" trying to take it easy and reconnect with his family. Their relationship stressors should be more from how they've kind of flipped positions, it can be uncomfortable and that they each fill it differently from each other. You also haven't given the protagonist any problems they have to deal with from the change, I'd expect him to be getting bored or under-stimulated from the leisurely domestic life; a common problem among young retirees especially ones that "worked hard" for it.
A reasonable out for Sarah would be that this actually a build up from him not being able to clean as well as she could, and it wasn't her place anymore to say anything. Its a perennial issue for even good roommates.
Also I never saw Sarah as a beer drinker, unless its a classy or at least medium cost one. And considering what she drank at the birthday dinner 4 beers shouldn't have really effected her, if you intended us to think she was drunk on some level.
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Just chiming in with my two cents: I thought it was a very well executed scene precisely because they were both kind of wrong. And were they both kind of leaning into caricatures? Sure! Real people do that. People know about caricatures and they sometimes actively play into them, either consciously or not. To me the scene read as honest and human, exactly the kind of spat you have in a marriage where you both say things you shouldn't have, you both have an imperfect perspective ... and rather than litigating it you move on and try to do better. I thought it was quite natural and deftly done.
Ultimately, how you want to develop the characters and what traits and fetish elements you include is up to you; personally I'm just happy to be along for the ride, as I've found the quality of writing well beyond the norm for this content and the characters involved are quite endearing. I confess I would love to see Sarah reflecting and realizing that, okay, she might have been a bit too harsh on the chores thing and dismissive of his burnout and the sacrifices he made her for their family. However, if that's not part of your vision for the story, I'd encourage you to write what feels right to you! I'll just say thanks for the excellent work so far :)
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I appreciate the thought out replies guys, haha didn't think it'd elecit that. The next part begins with a short resolution, and I expanded on it a bit now. I wanted to introduce some conflict to the story because there wasn't much of it, though I am more interested in writing about the loving couple aspect so I'll be sticking closer to that side, even if it feels slightly vignette-ey moving forward. Next part coming momentarily
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Chapter 5 part 2
A few minutes later, Sarah flipped over in bed and looked at me, traces of tears in her eyes. Before I could say anything, she apologized. I told her she didn’t need to and it was me who needed to apologize. Then we talked for a while, something that was long overdue. She admitted that work had been getting to her a bit and coming home to a house that was sloppier than she was used to had set her off. She was type A and always kept everything meticulous. I wasn’t like that and we had different definitions of clean so when I left stuff to do later that night or the next day, it threw her off and made her feel like I was neglecting stuff and making her do it. And if I’m being honest I regularly left stuff undone because I knew she would do it, especially stuff I didn’t want to do. She was right, I could be a good dad and not leave the house looking sloppy.
The whole issue seemed to stem from us having different preconceived notions on what the other person was doing because how we were used to approaching things. She was used to things being a certain way around the house and it gnawed at her when they weren’t that way. And from my years in a cut-throat job, I was used to delegating tasks that bored me to people that were under me—or taking advantage of employees if we are being less charitable—so I didn’t really give a second thought to piling tasks on Sarah after her work if it meant I got to spend more time with Abby during the day. It was something that could have been resolved very easily if we both had a better understanding of each other at an earlier time. Rather than working together and understanding each other’s perspectives in the changing situation, we accidentally let things simmer and bubble over. Such is life.
Our fight was an inflection point for a few things though. I began to take pride in getting things done around the house, where before I kind of just saw it as an obstacle preventing me from spending time with my daughter. I was very goal-oriented and could get shit done when I needed to so I took it as a sort of challenge from Sarah to get things together more. My cooking was improving and I started getting creative with recipes. Sarah seemed happier too and was more accepting of the fact that I did things a little differently than her. She continued to embrace a more “head of the household” role. It wasn’t really forced either, it just kinda felt natural. She would drive places more, she initiated sex more than she did before, constantly had her hands on me in public. Subtle things, which to my surprise turned out to be fairly big turn-ons.
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It was a Saturday morning in the middle of August, I had just finished cooking breakfast and pulled out Abby’s school material list. We were going to do some back to school shopping that Monday so I was planning. It was a rest day for Sarah so she slept in, walking into the kitchen at that moment and giving me a kiss me as I looked through ads on my iPad.
“Hi honey, foods on the stove. How’d you sleep.”
“Fine” she grumbled, as she threw some food on a plate and sat down in a huff, an absent-minded look on her face.
“Something wrong?” I had a slight sense of deja-vu to that night several weeks earlier. But I was certain it was nothing like that this time.
“I’m so small” she said with a frustrating sigh a few moments later. I snorted in laughter, almost choking on my coffee. I’m. So. Small. Those three words sounded ridiculous coming out of her mouth.
“I mean it, John. I just weighed myself. I’m 241! I figured I dropped under 250 but not by this much.” I couldn’t help but laugh again. Yea, she had lost 15 pounds but she was a 6 foot two hundred forty-pound tank with visible abs, still a complete specimen.
“Oh yea, you are really withering away honey. People constantly ask me if you even lift. You don't have to grow forever, Sarah, your like the biggest woman in the world.”
“Stop, I’m serious. I know I can’t grow forever but I don’t like losing progress and I still want to push myself. I’m going to add in a couple more meal replacement shakes and dial the diet back in. I’ll give you a plan. Its been good on my body to give it a rest this summer but I’m going reach back out to my connections later today to get some of the good stuff again. Besides it will help with this new job I’ve been put on”
“Ok, you know your body best. I agree, I’m sure its been good on your body to give it a rest this summer though. Ok, sounds good, I’ll bump up the cooking to fit your plan. What’s the new job?” Her eyes lit up as she was shoveling down her 6th pancake.
“It’s another construction job but it’s a bit different. Its this concrete job out by the dam. We have to excavate and break down some old areas and then repair with new concrete. Bill said its going to be crazy physically demanding because most of the vehicles can’t get the concrete down to certain spots so we have to carry big heavy bags down. He requested I be on it specifically.” It was kinda adorable how proud she was.
She described the job a bit more while chowing down her food. It seemed perfect for her; it required a detail-oriented worker to make sure everything went smoothly in the remote area and being able to comfortably carry heavy bags of concrete didn’t hurt either. Fact was, her strength seemed to make her ideal for this but even she was going to get physically stressed from a job like this from the sounds of it. Especially because, knowing Sarah, she would use it as a daily challenge and probably carry multiple 75-pound bags when most of the guys would only stick to one.
After breakfast she changed into a yellow sundress with red flowers on it. It was custom made to fit the very different kind of hourglass physique that she possessed. Her skin was perfectly tanned from the long hours that she spent out in the sun for work this summer, and the blue nail polish she wore contrasted nicely with it. She threw on big sunglasses, grabbed her purse and headed to the door.
“I’ll be back soon”
“Sounds good” I replied as I was scrubbing the dishes from breakfast. Then she wheeled around as the door was half open.
“Oh, I almost forgot. What happened in the Yankees game last night?”
“The Yankees game?”
“Yea, did they win?”
“Ummm, yea they won. They were up like 7-0 when you were sitting with me last night and then you fell asleep. Since when do you care about the Yankees?”
“I don’t know, I mean I don’t but all the guys at work talk about is sports so I wanna feel like I know what’s happening, but the games are so boring.”
“Ha, I don’t know hun, you fell asleep pretty quick during that game, baseball might not be for you. You might have a better time getting them into watching “Love It or List It” or “Selling Sunshine”’
“Its “Selling Sunset” honey, and honestly, that’s not a bad idea. All right, I’m leaving, see you later.” And she sauntered out into morning heat.
About an hour later, I left Abby alone for a bit before Sarah returned as I had my own errands to run. It took me a couple hours and by the time I returned home both Sarah had returned and left again, taking Abby over to play at a friend’s house. She was going to stay there and have some wine and cheese with the other moms while the girls play. After breakfast I had put some food in a Tupperware container and mixed a shake for her so she could keep her calories up while there.
When I got home, there were three drawstring bags on the counter, two smaller ones and a big one. On one of them was a pink sticky note from Sarah that read: “Hannah is coming over to grab this later. xoxo — Sarah.” Interesting, summer was winding down so Hannah would be going back to college soon. I hadn’t seen her since she babysat Abby on my oh-so-wonderful birthday, so I was curious to see what a summer with Sarah had brought her. About an hour later the door rang.
“Hey, Hannah. Come in, how are you?” The August heat encroached into the crisp AC of the house. Hannah’s attire fit the scorching heat of the day, she was wearing a grey crop top and some daisy dukes. She really had turned into a head turner and a summer of hitting the weights hard accentuated her curves nicely. Toned thighs flowed perfectly with her wide hips and she had a nice little bubble butt that filled out her shorts as she walked past me into the house.
“I’m doing great Mr. Burke. Is Sarah around?” She pulled off her sunglasses and tucked them into her shirt, against her visible cleavage. The crop top was cut high, between her belly button and ribcage, showing off a tanned and tight stomach. The fabric was loose from her skin as her ample chest pushed the bottom of the shirt out a few inches. She must have been the center of the universe for those frat boys back at school.
“No, she is out with Abby but she left a note saying you were coming to pick something up. Here come with me. When do you head back to school?” I asked as we walked over into the kitchen.
“Early next week, but I’m heading out to friends lake house for a long weekend so I won’t be around here next week.”
“Ahh that’ll be fun.” We chatted for a second about the new semester then I handed her the bag with the sticky note on it. “Here you go, so what did Sarah get for you?” Her eyebrows seemed to arch bit and a bit of color flushed into her cheeks.
“Oh… just some written out workout plans and some umm… supplements for the semester.” That was odd, but nice of Sarah, she must have grabbed some protein/creatine and whatever else was working now to help Hannah out for the semester.
“O ok, she is the best, huh?” I said as we started walking back towards the front door.
“She really is, she is an admirable woman, you sure are lucky.” I chuckled and agreed. “I already said goodbye but tell her again how much I appreciate her helping me this summer” I told her I would and wished her luck at school before she left.
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Sarah returned a little before 6 pm, I had been out on the deck grilling chicken and veggies. As she walked in I was just rotating inside to check on the pot of mushroom risotto I had on the stove. She set a few big shopping bags of what looked like designer clothes on the counter.
“Smells heavenly.”
“Thanks, should be done soon.” I said as I stirred the pot a bit. “Where’s Abby?”
“Oh sorry, I forgot to tell you. They decided to have a sleepover right before we left to go over there.”
The food was done so I took it off the grill and stove and made a plate for Sarah and myself as she brought the shopping bags upstairs. We shared the meal together as she told me about the get together and gave the updated info on all the house wife drama. We lived in one of the nicest suburbs in the state and Abby went to an expensive private school so there was no shortage of juicy gossip when the mom’s got together. Today it was a story about how one of the other ladies, a recent divorcee who wasn’t there, was dating a 22-year-old college senior despite being twice his age.
I won’t lie though, my favorite part of hearing about the mom get-togethers though was hearing about how they reacted to Sarah’s body. Sarah wasn’t shy about that stuff and reveled in the attention she would get, played up to it even. She never failed to bring it up either, since she knew it turned me on when people fawned over her in public. Today was no different, and the wine made some of the moms bolder than normal.
Most of it sounded benign, a lot of “accidentally” touching Sarah on the arm or shoulder and leaving their dainty hands there for a while. Sarah played it up for sure, throwing in subtle, “accidental” flexes. I guess it hit a crescendo when one of the mom’s, who was a few glasses too deep, straight up asked to feel Sarah’s chest. Sarah humored her and started bouncing her pecs after the woman placed her hand on those phone book pecs. Apparently, the woman’s jaw seemed to dislodge itself as she just sat there with Sarah’s pecs pulsing under her fingers for a minute as the other ladies couldn’t stop cackling.
After she finished eating and regaling me with the stories, I soaked the plates and pots in the sink. Then I uncorked a bottle of wine, poured us each a glass and we went outside to hang out on the deck and enjoy the sunny August evening.
“Hannah came by earlier and grabbed the stuff you got her.”
“Oh good. Yea, she’s made really good progress, hasn’t she? Those college boys aren’t going to know what to do with themselves around her.” She sat down at the big chair outside and patted her lap. “Come here honey, sit on momma’s lap.” Her mighty thighs and warm muscled torso made the best seat in the house.
“So what kind of supplements did you get for her?”
“Haha she called em supplements? I got her some Anavar” She chuckled deeply. That took me by surprise, as I pulled myself away from her torso for a second to look at her. I can’t lie there was some initial concern when she said it.
“Really? Should she be taking steroids?” This made her laugh a little again.
“What? Do you disapprove of steroids or something?” with a fake shocked look on her face that sat atop her chemically enhanced physique.
“Well no, obviously…”
“Don’t worry, honey. You can trust me with these things.” And she pulled me back into her big body. “We talked about it extensively. She gave me pictures of what some of her goal physiques are. I explained that while the women she was showing me weren’t as obviously using gear as I am, that they certainly weren’t natural, but I didn’t suggest anything. A few days later she asked me about using and I explained everything to her over the next few sessions and then she decided she wanted to use. Simple as that, just a low dose of Anavar to help get her where she wants. Nothing crazy, we have a plan to monitor her blood work and make sure things are done safely.”
“Doesn’t it seem a bit odd to be giving the neighbor girl steroids?”
“I mean she’s 21 honey, she’s an adult and her mind was made up after knowing all the ins and outs. And I don’t know, I’d much rather be the one helping her along with the process than some frat guy she hooked up with who just started blasting stupid cycles and thinks he knows what he’s doing.”
“Yea, it makes sense when you explain it like that, I guess you two have talked and thought about it more extensively than I have. What’s her goal physique?”
“Oh, you know, big ass and muscular thighs. Washboard stomach, and strong but toned arms. The big Insta**** fitness model look. Probably what I had in mind when I first started using.” She was right, I remember how her goals kept evolving the bigger she got. It started with wanting big legs and an ass. Then she wanted the upper body to match. Then she wanted everything a bit bigger, and on and on it went. The bar never failed to rise, almost insatiably.
“You know, you’ve been looking pretty good yourself, honey” she said to me about a minute of cuddling later. That made me feel good. We had talked a bit about me working out but not much, I’m not sure why because she was a fountain of resources but the fact that she noticed was nice to hear. I’d gotten stronger from the beginner gains but in reality, I was mainly trying to lose a few pounds and tone up.
“Ha, nice of you to notice. The love handles have been melting away. Trying to lose a little more and get that slim fit physique.” I rested my head against one of her bulbous pecs and rubbed the other one, her skin was soft and smooth. She had her arm around my waist and was rubbing my torso.
“Of course I’ve noticed.” Her low voice reverberated out from her chest as I laid on it. “Having a hot, toned husband is a dream come true.”
“Well I’m not close to being there yet. I barely look like I work out.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. You have just started working on it and its a long path. Trust me. I’ll do whatever is needed to help though. You have done so much to help me and give us this life. I want to help you where I can, now.”
“Yea? Well, I couldn’t think of a better helper in the world for getting ripped.” I paused for a second as a thought came to my mind. “What if I started taking steroids or something? You know, not like anything intense that you take, but my T levels from my doctor visit just came in and they were slightly on the low side.” Sarah was a huge proponent of regular blood work, both to monitor things related to her gear use and also for general health, so I’d been getting mine done more regularly.
“Hehe, well… who do you think the third bag is for honey?” She said with a slightly mischievous smile on her face. I hadn’t really thought about it, I knew the big one must have been for Sarah and I just kinda assumed the third one was too.
“Wait are you serious? You already wanted me to take gear.” I had pulled away from her a bit so I was looking at her eye to eye now on her lap.
“Well, I wasn’t going to force you to take anything but I just figured a little testosterone boost couldn’t hurt now that you have been hitting the weights and after you got your bloodwork done.” She pulled me close again and embraced me against her thick torso with her muscular arms. “No need to worry though, Its nothing crazy, you would never start at the level of compounds and dosages I’m on obviously. I just picked up something very minor to help a bit, in case you were interested. Basically a big TRT dose, if you like the results you can go from there. And it helps with more than just building muscle if you need any more convincing…” She finished as she squeezed my dick a couple times through my pants.
Whenever I was this close to her it was out of the ordinary to be at a half chub and right now was no different. She never failed to win me over these days so after a few more questions from me about the logistics, what started as a curiousity from me solidified into a new direction I wanted to take. This delighted her as well.
“So, what’s in your big bag then?” This brought another mischievous smile to her face.
“Ohh, I thought you’d never ask…” She maneuvered my body so I was seated on her lap straddling her, chest-to-chest. “I won’t bore you with the details of the compounds but lets just call it a heavy bulking cycle. I want to focus on mass and strength for the next few months, even if that means I gain a bit of body fat with it.”
“Y-you weren’t focusing on size and mass before?”
“Haha, well I was but this is different. With the new job I want to be as big and strong as possible. A mass monster as they say”
As she said that she raised her arms up into a freaky double bicep. Her torso had taken up the width of the big chair at rest but now with her arms up, her bulging lats extended out several inches past the chair on each side. Then her biceps sprang to life, the mass condensing and hardening as she brought her arms towards her head. The peaks rose above her shoulders. Huge, shredded, and veiny. She was already a mass monster in my eyes, how could she not be, but I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t want to at least see what her version of a mass monster looked like.
“Is that what you want?” she asked me pointedly as she pumped her arms up and down, blood pulsing through her thick veins, feeding her flex until the fibers looked like they’d break through her skin.
“I-I’m fine with whatever you want, honey, it’s your body” stammering as her arms bulged into veiny balls of beef.
“I know that, I know you’ll support me but I want to know what you really want, what you really think.”
Her muscle display and her talking about bulking up even more had gotten me going fully now and I started panting softly and slowly rubbing my body against her leg and her own little bulge in her pants as she hit the climax of each flex before extending her arms out and starting over again.
“Mmmmm… that’s about as good a response as a girl can hope for buuuut…” she said almost in a falsetto to make her voice sound as girly as possible while twirling a finger through her long hair. “I want to hear you say it. No need to sugarcoat how you feel, either way. You sounded concerned earlier about me getting bigger. Are you concerned? Does my man disapprove?” She said with a teasing moan as she hit the peak of another arm splitting double bicep
“Fuck no. I want you to be safe but I love seeing you get bigger honey; nothing turns me on more than seeing your hyper muscular body blow up more every week. Do it Sare, turn into a mass monster, get freaky big if that’s what you want. I’ll double the cooking, I’ll drive out and bring you extra meals during the day, we can buy a sauna or whatever works nowadays for recovery. Hell I’ll become the best damn masseuse you’ve ever seen to coax more muscle onto this glorious body.”
The whole thing was making me crazy horny and it was like I was back in high school, basically dry humping my wife through our clothes as she flexed. I must have been getting into it a bit too much because she lowered her arms and raised her head back, highlighting her pillar-like neck and monumental traps, moaning her response softly.
“Ooooh that’s music to my ears but the neighbors might be watching, and as much as I’d like to give them a show how about we get a little more privacy? Then we can come back out and enjoy the sunset with our wine.” Then in one motion she scooped me up in her arms and stood up. She brought us inside and basically sprinted up the stairs, which was just the beginning of her cardio for that evening.
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I think you handled it perfectly but don’t make him too big, she has to be way bigger. Btw what are their heights now?
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I think you handled it perfectly but don’t make him too big, she has to be way bigger. Btw what are their heights now?
Thanks! Haha, no need to worry, she will remain much larger. She is 6 foot and I think I wrote he is "5'7" on a good day".
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Awesome update. How big is she now, actually? Love the idea of him growing too
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A lovely chapter, and after reading it I think some of us (me included) might have been a bit jumpy about it becoming a 'standard' fmg fic. Though I think a decent number of us would be fine with, or even looking for, more vignette style content. Honestly how sappy the beginning was is what made me love this story, and if that means more vignettes then so be it. Nothing Ive read before comes close to what youve written, some anime style fics and fanfics have gotten closest but they're more 'cute' than 'sappy'.
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Another excellent chapter. Fantastic work! I continue to look forward to each installment. Can't wait until we see Sarah's mass monster ambitions come true.
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Exceptionally well done. And I think we all know there wasn't JUST anavar in Hannah's bag :woohoo:
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A lovely chapter, and after reading it I think some of us (me included) might have been a bit jumpy about it becoming a 'standard' fmg fic. Though I think a decent number of us would be fine with, or even looking for, more vignette style content. Honestly how sappy the beginning was is what made me love this story, and if that means more vignettes then so be it. Nothing Ive read before comes close to what youve written, some anime style fics and fanfics have gotten closest but they're more 'cute' than 'sappy'.
Wow, high praise, thank you man. The feedback from people was helpful overall, didn't change too much but I did a little bit of editing to make sure it was still the tone I wanted and I think things are better for it. The ongoing support from everyone is appreciated and encouraging as always.
Awesome update. How big is she now, actually? Love the idea of him growing too
She is 6 foot 240 in this chapter, measurements/growth updates following her bulk here will be coming in the near future.
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This is a short interlude with a little set-up, I'm about halfway through the full thing so decided to post this part first. It focuses on the family and theres not really any muscle in it so might not be the most exciting for everyone. Plenty of the more exciting stuff coming soon
I threw my coat on and rushed over to the garage, a couple inches of new snow crunched under my feet. That’s March in the northeast for you I guess, 70 one day and snowing the next. I’d just received a phone call from the elementary school secretary that Abby was in the principal’s office after punching a classmate in the face during recess. Needless to say, that’s not a fun phone call to receive, and it was only two days her Spring break. She was about to go spend a week with her grandparents in Florida, the little rascal couldn’t wait?
The secretary was vague, Abby started the fight it seemed and I needed to take and keep her home for the rest of the week. I sped over to the school, parked and ran inside. It was an overly nice private school so I had to jump hoops for a second to get into the office. The secretary was sitting behind the desk.
“Hi, may I help you?”
“I’m John Burke, Abby’s father” I said, semi impatiently
“Oh, hello Mr. Burke. You can have a seat, I’ll send you in to see Dr. Merriweather in a moment”
“Ok, is Abby in there?”
“Oh, no she is in the nurse’s office right now.”
“Wait, did she get hurt? Can I see her”
“No, no she is perfectly fine. She is just waiting in there for you until after you meet with Dr. Merriweather.” Before I could protest, there was a buzz at her desk and she led me to his office.
“Hi John, how are you? Come sit down.” Dr. Merriweather was an older man in his upper 60s, tufts of white hair protruding from his balding head. He was the principal or ‘Head of School’, as they called it. I guess Headmaster is out nowadays. It was all obviously very pretentious but I guess that is what I paid for. I was a public school kid, a little street rat from Brooklyn, but I’d earned the ability to send my daughter to the best schools so that’s what I did.
“I’m fine, Bill. Or at least I was half an hour ago. What happened? What did Abby do?” I said, rubbing my temple with my thumb.
“Well, I’ll be straight with you John. Abigail was at recess and got into an argument with another student, then punched the young girl in the nose and mouth three times. We then had to remove her from her classmates and bring her here, as I’m sure you understand.”
“Yea sure, but what happened? She just punched the girl out of the blue? She wouldn’t do that.”
“Well, we still need to see what all the children who were there say, but from what I understand it seems like the other young girl had been mocking Abigail for some time before this incident. We will be sure to address the bullying if it occurred but you understand that we don’t tolerate violence in this school, John.” He was annoying me slightly with his tone, but this was the type of school that didn’t like risking any incidents.
“I understand that Bill, but you certainly tolerate the 45,000 dollars I pay in tuition each year and the donations I make so just hear me out. Abby isn’t violent, I know that, you know that, her teachers will vouch for her. She’s a great kid.”
“I know John, she seems to be a pleasure to have here each day. Look, we aren’t expelling her, not yet. We just have to enact disciplinary measures and keep an eye on her so that this behavior doesn’t continue. Is everything all right at home with you and Sarah?”
“Yea, everything is great. And that’s fine, just let me know if there is anything that needs to be done on our end.”
“We certainly will, but it’s going to have to start with you keeping her home for a couple days. I think that is best and then have her come back after the Spring Recess is over.”
“Ok, that’s fine.” We talked for another minute before he bid me farewell. When I got back to the main office, Abby was waiting there with the secretary, looking sullenly at the ground. I just told her to come with me and we walked wordlessly to the car. She was quiet driving away, just looking at the seat. The snow was falling heavier now so I just let her sit there for a bit as I navigated my way out of the neighborhood.
“Am I expelled?” She asked when we were about halfway home.
“No, you aren’t expelled. You are in big trouble and you have to stay home for the next two days. But you aren’t expelled.” I decided to just wait till we got home so the rest of the ride was silent. I pulled into the garage, parked and turned to her with it still running.
“Do I still get to go to Grandma and Grandpa’s?”
“We’ll see. First I need to know what happened” she was staring down at her feet as she responded.
“Olivia Hunter wouldn’t stop being a jerk to me so I punched her.” No surprise at who it was. I knew that Merriweather wasn’t going to tell me who it was but made sense. It wasn’t the girl’s fault, her parents were the worst. Two dickbag lawyers who just oozed the insincerity and fakeness that was associated with the upper class lifestyle in this area.
“What was she doing, why was she being a jerk? Did she just start being a jerk today?.... Abigail Burke, look at me, you know you can’t do that.” I had already sided with my daughter, I knew she was a good kid but I had to still be the parent. She looked up and continued.
“I know, but she’s been doing it for weeks and she wouldn’t shut up.”
“Well… what was she saying?”
“Lots of stuff…. Mean things about you and mom. She called mom a man a lot and a tranny. Said that I have two dads. Said mom is a duke, whatever that is, and that you’re gay. And she was even getting some of the others to say stuff. I told her to stop but she wouldn’t.”
“So, you punched her?” she nodded. I felt bad, for her and even for the other little girl who obviously was just repeating what she heard at home for attention. I knew it would eat Sarah up hearing her daughter got bullied because of her. I leaned in and hugged my daughter.
“Honey, you can’t be going around punching people…. But I’m proud of you. You stood up for yourself and you stood up for your mother. Next time you need to let other people know, though ok? They take fighting very seriously at your school but they also don’t tolerate bullying so let your teacher handle it or tell me. Or if Olivia is being mean just tell her your Daddy is so much richer than her parents that he doesn’t even need to work and he spends time with you, unlike her parents who would rather pawn her off on the Au Pair…. actually…. don’t say that, mom won’t like you saying that.”
Then we went inside, I had to ground her for the next two days. I didn’t really want to but I needed to enforce some kind of discipline. She would still be able to visit her grandparents the next week but the next two days would be without electronics, which was absolute torture for her I’m sure.
I told Sarah about it while she was at work, she was predictably unhappy about the situation and wanted to talk to Abby when she got home. I was going to meet an old colleague for a drink after dinner so that would give them some time to talk.
Sarah got home a lot later than normal today, a little after 8, because she had to help return some equipment after work. Abby and I had finished eating and she already went back upstairs. I only saw my wife for a second before leaving because she hopped into the shower as soon as she got home because of how cold it was outside today.
I said goodbye to Abby and hopped in the car. I went to a local brewery and had a couple cold ones as my former work buddy and I watched Thursday night football. He filled me in on all the goings on at the firm and I told him about home, venting a bit about the whole Abby situation. Aaron Rodgers had just led my Jets on another scoring drive right as halftime hit so we decided to split instead of stay and watch the rest of the blowout.
I pulled into the garage and hopped out. Snow had accumulated a decent amount on the driveway so I’d have to shovel in the morning. I went in the side kitchen door and
Sarah was leaning against the kitchen island, with her back to me.
She looked tiny. Smaller than I’d seen her in years.
Not physically of course—did I fool you?— no she was physically tremendous but we will get to that later. She just looked deflated. Bad posture, shoulders sloped down and her torso hunched over the counter, using it to support her considerable. Her hair fell messily down her back. Her width blocked out all signs of what she was doing but she didn’t seem to react when I opened the door.
She was wearing a tight long sleeve black shirt. Tight was an obvious qualifier, a required adjective when describing anything she wore these days. I could be convinced that there was not a garment on earth that would be baggy on her. Hell, you could drape her in the tarps that they cover baseball diamonds with during rain delays and I’d wager it’d be a snug fit.
I put my stuff down and heard a sniffle come from her direction, followed by a deep throat clear. I just went over and gently put a hand on just a fraction of her right lat. She twitched a bit as I touched her, the muscles in her back rolling like a stormy sea as she turned her head towards me. Her eyes were red and puffy, but mostly dry at this point.
She pulled the headphones she was wearing out and put them away, her phone lit up to show what she was listening to—Landslide by Fleetwood Mac. I just rubbed her shoulder now as she looked rubbed her eyes and cleared her throat again.
“How was Phil? How’s the game?” She asked, her voice was hoarse and choppy. I smiled melancholically.
“He was good, Jets were winning big so we bolted.” I just rubbed her shoulder. She would talk when she was ready so I would be there till then, no need to press anything.
“Ugghh… sorry I’m a mess… you know these aren’t just tears of sadness” she said after a few moments, wiping away a fresh coat from her eyes.
“No?” there was another throat clear from her and a couple deep measured breaths in and out before she responded.
“…Some of pride….. She was comforting me, John. She told me she never wanted me to change, that she was so proud of having a strong mommy. I caused my daughter to get bullied at school for months and she was comforting me? And then we had to ground her for it?”
“Honey, come on. You didn’t cause anything. Kids are little shits that will parrot whatever their parents say. And when their parents are hateful they parrot the hate.” She just kinda stared off at the table. “And you know what else?”
“Hmmm?”
“At least we learned two things. We raised our daughter to stick up for her family and not take shit from anyone. Now come on, turn off the sad songs and let’s go upstairs.”
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A very nice update. While true there isn't much in way of muscle, what is there is wholesome and moving.
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Great story. Even better with emotion added.
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A very sweet little interlude, and I think the updates like this one are why we're so invested in the story. Thanks again for all your hard work!
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"And Mom? When can I start lifting to be just like you?"
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Glad people liked the little emotional interlude! This chapter is big and loaded with muscle, just like our Sarah.
Chapter 7: Maxing Out
Sarah trudged through the next couple of days, but the support that Abby showed her seemed to steel her emotions come Saturday morning. It was a good thing too because Abby was flying by herself down to Florida to visit Sarah’s parents for the week. I was thinking of flying down with her and flying back but was convinced otherwise. The airline had special minor rules for kids 5-12 so that made us feel better too.
Abby wouldn’t be the only one having fun though. Sarah and I hadn’t taken a proper vacation alone since our honeymoon and with me being free from work and Abby being at Sarah’s parents we figured now was the best time. Since it was our first vacation in a while, I booked us five days in one of those over-the-water bungalows at a five-star resort in Bora Bora. Yea, being loaded had its perks.
We got Abby to the airport Saturday around noon. We had a full day of travel the next day in order to get to the resort. But when we got home, we had something special planned. A full workout session together. Surprisingly, it was something that we never really did together, even though we both hit the gym basically daily. Sarah still worked out early, and sometimes again after she got home, and I had been lifting around noon every day.
I had gotten serious about lifting and was quite proud of the progress I’d made. And Sarah had become the mass monster that she promised when dialing everything back up to 10. Sure, I could’ve gone down and watched her lift whenever, but always gave her the alone time when she was down there. It was her temple; I didn’t like to distract her. Besides, I wanted to wait till she was ready to really blow my socks off and it appeared now was that time.
After we got home, Sarah ate a big meal while I changed into workout clothes. Eating was like a full time job for her nowadays. She was regularly eating upwards of 8,000 calories to gain all that mass despite the insane amount of lifting and working she did. After dowing her big meal she asked me to make us a couple of pre-workout drinks before getting changed herself. I did just that, 2 scoops for her and 1 for me. Then I went downstairs to the weightroom and sipped my drink.
It was still chilly outside but we both always agreed to keep the weightroom hot at all times. It was a dungeon weight room. You needed to sweat down here. Sarah had the idea that instead of just doing a normal workout that we would do a mock-powerlifting meet, showing off our strength gains and max out on Squat-Bench-Deadlift. Obviously I wanted to see my wife’s supreme body put to the test, but I also wanted to see my own progress.
I was in a tank top and shorts, and started doing some dynamic stretches while vainly admiring myself in our wall-to-wall mirrors. I’d put on a decent amount of muscle and was fairly ripped after the seven months on the testosterone Sarah got me. My arms were cut and defined, I had a decent six-pack, nice capped shoulders and had made good strength gains as well. With Sarah’s guidance and some hard work, I had developed the “Brad Pitt in Fight Club” type of physique that was always in style.
I really had made good progress, but when describing me you still had to use qualifiers. I looked big and ripped, but I wasn’t much more than 150 pounds. I was strong, for someone my weight and height. I could look massive in pictures, if the angle and lighting was just right. I was vascular and pumped, after a good workout. You get it. Not to take anything away from me, I was in good shape, better than the vast majority of men. But again, when describing how good my body was, you had to use qualifiers.
No such qualifiers were needed to describe my wife though. She was just Big. Ripped. Strong. Vascular. Pumped. Massive. No qualifiers. I was bent down stretching my hamstrings when I heard the door open behind me.
“Mmmm… Don’t you look scrumptious” her low voice rumbled through the room. One of the changes from her newest cycle was another deepening of her voice. I popped out of the stretch and turned around, only to be disappointed to see she was covered head to toe in clothes. She was wearing a massive pair of grey sweatpants with a matching grey sweatshirt. She really committed to the bit too, as her hoody was even up with the string pulled so I could only see the sharp strong features of her face. To my surprise she had put makeup on. That’s right, even the most muscular woman in the world wore makeup to the gym.
“Honey, why are you wearing all that? I want to see you. That’s the whole point of this.” I complained
“Don’t worry stud, you will. It’s a pump cover. I don’t’ want you to see me till I am warmed up.”
“That’s ridiculous Sare, I see you naked every day. It’s not like your body is going to be a surprise”
“Ehhh… don’t be so sure of yourself. This pre-workout always gives me a crazy pump right away” she rumbled as she took several large gulps from the water bottle I’d made her.
“All right, if you say so.” I sighed and put a plate on the bench for warmups, calling out behind me as I did “…But that sweatsuit makes you look like the Yeti cosplaying as Rocky Balboa.”
Before I knew it I was airborne. Hoisted several feet up and pinned between my wife’s powerful forearms and her thickly muscled chest. Even through her sweatshirt I could just feel the size of her forearms as the two columns of beef covered all the space between my hip bones and my ribs. My feet were left dangling in the air as she bear hugged me.
“You know? I’m not sure why I put up with all your sass honey” She said playfully as she began to twirl us and jerk me around bit, my legs flying back and forth as she did.
I tried to free myself, I really did. I wrapped my hands around her forearms and tried to pry them off me, my hand covering less than half of each oak branch. I tried and tried and tried till I was losing breath from the effort and from her applying increased pressure against my torso with each failed attempt to escape. It was futile, I wasn’t getting out unless she wanted me to.
“Awww, what’s the matter baby? Don’t like dealing with consequences of your jokes?” she whispered in my ear as she continued to laugh and ragdoll me around the gym. “You know that I could have scores of people lining up to replace you, right? Men and women alike. All I’d have to do is start an Insta**** and the muscle-lovers would come flocking.” Then she got close again and whispered in my ear “Come on hun, remind momma why she keeps you around?”
“*eerrgghh* Shit.” I struggled to get some air against her and then just kind of hung limply to avoid the struggle, she loosened her grip on me a bit, not wanting to accidentally hurt me. “Well, its gotta be my wit, my charm, my dashing looks, and because you love being dominated by your big strong husband.” This caused a hearty laugh as she gently lowered me back to the ground and let me go. Most men would feel emasculated if their wife tossed them around like a child does a stuffed animal. Not me though, I was as hard as Pittsburgh Steel.
“Ahhh, that’s right, its because you make me laugh.” And she kissed my on the top of my head as she unwrapped me from her boa constrictor arms. “Come on lets warm-up” Her enthusiasn and excitement was infectious
She laid her tremendous bulk onto the bench, our extra-wide bench disappeared from my sight under her. She popped the 135 pounds off the supports and ripped out 20 reps at varying speeds, stretching her pecs out beneath her sweatshirt with each rep. I could hear the fabric groan each time she hit her full range of motion. I hopped on next and hit 5 slow reps, followed by 5 fast ones. Then we did the same for squats and deadlifts, rotating between the three as we warmed up.
I topped off my bench warmups with 5 smooth reps of 185, hit 3 nice squats at 235, and a lightning fast 315 deadlift. I was feeling strong today, spurred on by the awe-inspiring warmups coming from my gym partner. It took a few extra minutes for her to finish her warmups so I just watched her. It wasn’t just the weights, they were high for warmups but not mindboggling. It was the ease with she hit each rep. She ended with a set of 8 on each exercise: 315 bench, 405 squat, 495 deadlift. All of them as fast, precise, and easy as if I was using the bar.
“That got the blood flowing” she rumbled as she shook out her arms and legs after finishing the last deadlift, I could see the swells of her muscles quake and move underneath the sweats. Since it was so hot down here a heavy sheen of sweat covered her face already and the grey garments were beginning to be soaked with sweat, especially on her double wide back. I could tell she was pumping out flexes underneath her clothes too, her muscles bunching to life against the strained sweats.
Then she crunched forward into a crab pose, her neck bulging outwards and snaked with big veins. I could hear threads snapping a bit as she held the pose and breathed out heavily, threads fraying around her basketball-sized shoulders. I was so turned on because that sweatshirt was so big I could have lived in it, I know because I put it on one day for shits and giggles. I wasn’t a huge guy but I wasn’t some dainty snowflake and I looked like a toddler wearing their father’s dress shirts for a funny photo in that sweatshirt. And here it was submitting to my wife’s bulk.
“All right, its time for the weigh-in.” She said as she relaxed her flex.
“Yea? We’re doing a whole weigh-in? How about you pull off those sweats then Sare? You can’t weight yourself in those…”
“Relax, I’ll get my turn” she winked at me “but you go first. Hop-up.” she tapped the scale with her foot.
“Ok, hear goes” I pulled off my shirt and did the little bicep flex that fighter’s do when they weigh in, flexing my abs. Two nice balls popped out from my arms, not quite baseballs but not too far off. My tight stomach crunched into a light six pack as I held my flex.
“Mmmm, you look like such a snack honey. All right, for you we have a weight of 155. Wow, you’ve put on 15 pounds and your body fat has got to be around 10%, excellent progress. Ok and now for height…” It was one of those scales that double as a height measuring device too, so I hopped up and faced away, while she grabbed the stadiometer and started lowering it on top of my head. She was quiet for a few seconds as she steadied it.
“You. Little. Liar.” She snapped with a deep chuckle as she settled on the number.
“What?”
“You always told me you were 5’7”.”
“I am 5’7!” I said defensively
“Nuh-uh. I’m staring at it right now, hun. You are 5’6 and ¾”
“Oh, come on that’s the same thing Sarah.”
“It is not. 5’6 and ¾ is 5’6 and ¾ not 5’7”.” Then she laughed again “I dunno, John… I’m not sure I would’ve started dating you if I’d known you were only 5’6”.”
“Haha now you are just being mean, I’m definitely not 5’6. And I’m sorry, not all of us have unheard of growth spurts on their anabolics. All right take off those damn sweats before I keel over.” She chuckled again, clearly quite amused by the whole situation and she grabbed the bottom of the sweatshirt and pulled the sweaty thing over her monumental torso.
Like I said, I’d seen Sarah naked almost everyday during her bulk the last 7 months. But I still went wide-eyed every time she revealed her body in all its glory like this. She had altered her training a bit to focus strength and size and that combined with her 10 hours of grueling work she did a day slinging around hundreds of pounds of concrete had created a distinct look, wider, thicker, and more powerful looking than before. She had lost some of the shredded look she had at 240 and gained a bit more body fat but not as much as I would have guessed considering how much she ate now. She sacrificed some of the classic flow of a bodybuilder’s physique, packing as much she-beef as she could on her ever-growing frame.
She was just brutally large, like a statue carved by the most muscle-lusting schmoe. Her armor-plated torso was the first thing to see the light as she pulled off her top, eight fist-sized abs bulged outward from her torso. She finished undressing and revealed the tight—there’s that word again—ensemble underneath. There wasn’t an inch on my wife’s body that wasn’t covered in swollen, chemically-enhanced beef, each great bloated muscle belly encroached against its neighbor, as if her muscles were climbing on top of each other in a fight for oxygen and space.
Her pecs filled out her pink sports bra better than her tits would have 15 years ago, full and engorged shelves of muscle. She was wearing white short-shorts that I always referred to as tree-huggers as they clung for dear life to her Sequoia quads, each quad muscle stood separately from the others and cascaded down her enormous limb. Shoulders like beachballs. Arms as big as my legs. Legs as big as my waist. Back like an aircraft carrier. Saying she had the traps of a bull wouldn’t do it justice, more like one of the freakish myostatin deficient bulls.
A big surprise though was her hair style, which had been obscured by her hood. She had beautiful, luscious hair that she obsessively maintained and pampered. It was her main physical feature that was untouched by the steroids, although I knew she was proactive about it. She hadn’t cut her hair in what seemed like years and today she had it tied up in a thick braid that tumbled down her mountainous back like a waterfall, plunging down right above her planetary ass. The braided hair gave her a fierce flair, like an unbeaten Dothraki Khaleesi riding in to conquer the weights.
“You’ve got the rest of the day to stare honey. Let’s see how much momma weighs” Her deep voice interrupted my train of thought. This cycle had pushed her voice lower on the register, lower than mine but still with that velvety femininity that she’s always had.
As she stepped on the scale it took a second to settle and display the number after the shock that the motherboard was just put under. Sarah was facing forward with her eyes closed and a small satisfied smile as she waited for me to read the number. I started laughing when it popped up.
“Two Hundred and Eighty-Two pounds.” She moaned softly as I read the number. “That’s fucking ridiculous Sarah, at like the same body fat as me.”
“Music to my ears, about forty pounds in 7 months. Height?” She asked as I reached my arms up high to balance the stadiometer on her as she towered over me.
“Step away, I can’t see over your big ass body” I said as I got it flat against her skull. She stepped off and waited patiently.
“That’s so crazy.” I muttered before announcing clearly “6 foot 2, flat. I don’t know how that keeps happening but I’m not going to complain.” I knew she was enormous but putting numbers to it put it all in perspective, only the very biggest men could top her. She had a satisfied look on her face, I think she was finally content with her growth but you could never know.
“Yea I don't know how I keep growing, but I can’t complain, its cool. Must be some reaction to the HGH I guess. Maybe we can donate my body to science.”
“Nuh-uh, I’m not sharing this body with anyone.” I pulled myself towards my obscenely muscular wife and smashed my face against her shoulder, which was bigger than my head. “Fuck science, they can’t have you” I muffled as my hard-on bored into the middle of her thigh, she looked down at it and smiled.
“That can wait till later. Let’s lift!” And she gently pushed me away, brushing her big hand against my cock and making me shiver. “Squats first like a real meet. We are warmed up so we each get three max attempts.” She had went over to the white board she had on here and wrote both our names at the top, with the letters S, B, D, and T for total underneath so she could record the numbers.
“All right, me first?” I said
“Usually these meets start with the lower weights first.”
“O never mind that changes everything then...”
I started with 325 on squat because I knew I hit that for 3 last week. After nailing it I went to 345, which was my max but I figured I could hit more. That went down and up so I threw 365 on the bar.
“You sure your opener isn’t lower than this?” I said sarcastically as I approached the bar. She was leaning against the dumbbell racks and just muttered “That’s cute, hun” in response.
I got under the weight, mashed the bar up against my shoulders and back and hefted it off the rack. I wobbled a bit as it was way over twice my body weight and took two steps back. I closed my eyes and took a couple deep breaths as she started yelling words of encouragement. Then I lowered the weight, hit my depth and started pushing up, stalling majorly at my sticking point halfway up, my torso starting to bend forward a bit from the strain.
“PUSH. PUSH. PUSH. YOU GOT THIS!!” Sarah bellowed out as I broke my sticking point and got the weight all the way up, before racking it. I went over to the bench she was sitting at and she gave me a big double high five as I sat next to her.
“Awesome job, John. You pushed the hell out of that. You couldn’t even do 225 when you started, I think you’ve doubled your strength.” I was tired from the effort so I just sunk into her sweaty embrace and muttered a thank you. I placed my hand over her thigh, easily over 30 inches and just pulsing with power, she could probably single leg squat my max with all that pumped mass. I rubbed it up and down, it was covered lightly with blonde hairs. I was lost in massaging the big limb when she interrupted me.
“Sorry, babe” She said, I looked at her puzzled. “I was gonna shave but didn’t get around.” Body hair was another side-effect that had accelerated lately. She normally shaved but it was never anything that grossed me out, it was dense but light and fine and not coarse.
“Oh, that’s fine, you know it doesn’t bother me. Women have body hair, honey, nothing wrong with that.”
“I know, I’m getting used to it more but don’t always love not shaving it. Anyways, my turn now” She said and walked over to the weight tree, grabbing huge 100 pound plates that she had bought in each hand. She kept three 45s on each side and threw a 100 on. Then she pinched two 45s in one hand and two 35s in the other, loading them on equally.
“675?” I said, as I did the plate math in my head. She just nodded as she approached the bar. Lowered underneath it and in one quick motion she popped it off the rack and stepped back. No big breaths or theatrics. Then she squatted down, her thighs and ass bloating outwards and condensing as she powered the weights back up.
“Jesus, that was fast, Sarah”
“Thanks. Yea it felt really good.” Then she thought for a second and put on two more 25s. After a couple minutes she repeated the process, popping the weights off the rack and taking two quick steps back. This time she settled a bit before lifting. Her traps seemed to swallow the barbell on her neck and her thighs were so pumped and wide that they mashed up against each other even with her feet shoulder width apart. She lowered down, and powered up. Slower than before but just as smooth.
She thought for a minute as I waited breathlessly to see what her final attempt would be, since 725 flew. She took off the 35s and 25s and replaced them on each side with another of the massive 100 pounders. Then she stared at the great iron edifice sitting on the rack for a second before scrunching her face up and grabbing two more little five pounders. 815 on the bar. I didn’t say a word, I just let Gordan Ramsey cook since she looked so focused.
This time even my great beast of a wife shook a bit under the pressure of the weight as she walked it out. She took a couple moments to steady the weight and brace against her weight belt. Then she descended, hit the hole and like a hydraulic press just kept moving. The rep was slow but never in doubt, each time it seemed a sticking point was coming she just kept rising until she was upright.
“Unbelievable Sarah” She had slumped down on the bench next to me and grunted an out-of-breath thanks. I stood up and massaged her dense shoulders, my hard cock pressing into her dense back. “Cardio break?” I whispered into her ear as I continued to massage into her on multiple levels.
“Hehehe, no time for that, stay disciplined. It’s time to bench.” Then she popped up and went over to the bench. I was up first so had her load two plates on one side while I did the other. A classic weight to start with. It’s a weight thats taken for granted these days but for men my size it was no trivial thing. Still though, it was a safe weight for me and I climbed under the bench and banged out a quick rep before Sarah even got close to spot.
“Nice job, but wait for me to help spot next time.”
“Oh, I will next couple attempts but I knew I had that one.” I was pumping my chest up a bit by pushing my hands against each other, while seated on the bench and leaning against the bar. From behind me Sarah draped her beefy forearms on my shoulders and started feeling up my chest, her huge hands completely engulfed my pecs.
“You crushed that one hun, what are you thinking for attempt number two?” I replied by saying 250, it was above what I’d done before but I was pretty confident.
This time I waited for her to get behind me for a spot but told her to stay back a bit and let me struggle. I set up under the bar and hefted it up. My arms shook as this was the most weight they’d held up before. Then I brought the bar down slowly and powered it off my chest. It was a long, slow rep but it was never really in doubt. I hit a hiccup halfway up as the left side started moving slower than the right but I muscled through it.
“Nice fight, John. You had a little more in the tank after that one too.”
“Thanks” I grunted. “Yea, I think my grip was a little imbalanced. Let’s try 275 for my last one.”
“You sure?” she said with raised eyebrows.
“Yea, it felt better than it looked. I think if I fix my grip I’ll get it.” She looked skeptical but didn’t protest. It felt like Sarah was pulsing an aura around her that boosted my strength, I knew I could hit it.
She stood much closer to me now. Looming above me like a great obelisk. While laying on the bench I could see her she-bulge poking against her stretched-to-the-limit shorts. Naturally, it had gotten bigger the last few months, looking like a little thumb now when she was aroused. Sucking on it was like a cheat code for getting her to orgasm. Nothing made me feel more masculine than making my mass monster wife quake, quiver, and moan in pleasure like that.
“Careful Sare, don’t get too close or you’ll poke my eye out with that thing” I said, smirking and staring at her crotch.
“Haha, shut the fuck up and bench, John. All your jokes are making me impatient” She said while laughing. Before bending over so her face was closer to mine “Don’t make me stick this thing in your mouth and shut you up myself.”
“Now don’t go threatening me with a good time.” I smiled smugly, and then focused myself before gripping the bar as hard as I could and pushing like hell. It wobbled and shook above my chest. The pressure on my wrist was so intense I almost re-racked it but I committed to the lift.
Sarah started yelling as soon as the bar started moving off my chest. “PUSH PUSH PU…” she was interrupted by the bar changing directions and falling back towards me. I had bit off more than I could chew and my bar path was off, the barbell drifted too far from my chest and I lost control. I braced as it hurtled towards my neck as I tried desperately to push against it. Then it stopped in its tracks as my wife’s hands plucked onto the bar and held it aloft right above my neck. A millisecond later it was back on the rack as she basically flipped it on and came over and kneeled next to me.
“Are you ok? Did you get hurt?” She asked tenderly as she helped me sit up.
“I’m fine… not hurt. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t there though, thanks.” I looked over at her kneeling next to me and kissed her. “You were right. I shouldn’t have tried that.”
“No, you almost had it. You just let the bar drift. I think you had the strength for it.” I smiled, it was a nice thing to say but probably a lie. I gestured toward the bench for her.
“Your turn m’lady”. It was go time. Everybody and their crazy Uncle benched. Maxing out on bench was a litmus test, a measuring stick with which men all over the world tested their masculinity. It had been a long time since I’d seen my wife do it and to say I was excited was an understatement.
“Ok, let me get another quick warm-up in” she winked and climbed under the bar with the remnants of my failure still on it.
“You show-off” I said as she handled the weight that almost crushed me to death like it was paper-mâché and ripped out 10, 20, 30 reps. No real signs of slowing down as she got to 30 either, maybe just a bit slower.
“Errgghh, that felt good. Thanks for having my warmup weight ready for me, babe.” I guess that was a little payback for my clit comment earlier.
Then she took off the 25 from each side, kept them on the bench and loaded another 45 pound plate on each side to make 315. Then she loaded another. And another. Then she put the 25s back on for an incomprehensible 545.
“That’s attempt number one!?!?” I said incredulously. In my mind I pegged around this as her max but I also figured she’d be low 700s on squat so I needed to recalibrate my expectations. She was astonishingly strong.
Her meat factory of a chest made 545 her bitch, as she powered the weight towards the ceiling. Big, thick veins fed her bulbous pecs now, which were pushing up against her thickly muscled neck as she lay on the bench.
“Let’s get six plates on each side, babe” She rasped while laying and stretching out her chest. I obliged, replacing a 25 with a 45 and bringing the total to 585. I stood behind her to spot but was kinda unsure how much I could help if something went awry.
585 steadily went down to her chest. 585 steadily went up with a guttural growl. “*errghh* shit that felt good. Bout to break into the 600-club. I think 605 is the gonna do it for me..”
“Jesus, Sare. I don’t know If I can help much spotting.” Some concern in my voice.
“Oh, you’ll be fine.” Her deep voice reassuring me before chuckling to herself and staring at my tented shorts. “Besides, you’ve got three arms to help you out.”
“All right, we're even.” She just giggled in response and took a sip of water. I loaded 605 on for her. She sat for a few minutes with her back away from me, its breadth breath-taking. As she scooted back to get in position I leaned forward and smacked her armor-plated lats three times. Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Let’s go Babe, you got this!”
Her big knuckles turned white as she gripped the bar. I had no doubt that if she did that to my hand I’d have to go to the hospital. She heaved the weight up and slowly brought it over her chest. The barbell was sagging slightly on each side under the tremendous weight. It was frightening watching that much weight sway above my wife. She steadied the bar and it descended until the warm steel kneaded against her beat red chest.
We were both holding our breath for different reasons and as the bar lifted away from her chest, a weight was lifted off mine as well. Shakily and with great effort it inched further and further up until she locked it out. The bar landed with a rattle, shaking the ground around us. I slipped under the bar and gave her a hug from behind, my arms barely stretching around her wide torso, grasping at her inflated pecs. As I fondled her pecs she pushed her arms forward and grunted into a most muscular, my arms stretching wider around her as she inflated her huge body even more, I pawed at her swollen muscles and could feel big fat veins wriggle to life.
“That was unbelievable. One of the most incredible things I’ve seen”. She looked back and kissed me, then rubbed her nose against mine.
“Thanks, yea I gotta say I’m proud of that one? All right, last one.”
It was on to deadlifts. I loaded up 365 on the platform as she toweled off her body and got some water. The weight went up easy for me so I loaded 405. Slightly slower but still decent. I decided to end with 430 and was delighted when I smoked it, though the form wasn’t exactly pretty. I went over to the board and updated my totals: 365-250-430 for a total of 1045.
Sarah was loading the weights up as I finished. Attempt 1 was 685, lower than I thought. And my thoughts were confirmed as she stood up with the weight so fast I thought she was going to throw it through the roof.
“Oops, I started too low. That’s all right, I like making big jumps on deadlift.” And a big jump she made as she went all the way up to 800 pounds. She curled her massive body up and gripped the bar. Then she extended her legs straight a couple times and I repositioned to get a view from the back. Her hamstrings balled up mightily as she crouched and lengthened into big columns of power leading to her bulbous glutes like a multi-lane highway.
With a grunt she shook the bar and started pulling up. I could see her neck flare wider through the mirror, veins pumping across it as a growl emanated from her throat. Her legs shook a bit from the strain but the bar rose up at an easy pace. She probably had two more reps at that weight from the looks of that one. She lowered it with a crash and walked around to shake out her legs.
“How much do I need to double your total?” she huffed as the rattle of the plates subsided.
“You had to have already doubled me, you probably did it with your first attempt.” She smiled and rolled her shoulders up and back a few times, her obscene delts and back rippling and bulging as she did.
“Well, that’s good to hear, I’ll shoot for a big PR then.” And then she loaded one more 25-pound plate on each side. The sleeve was completely full of plates, she could barely cinch the clip on. Then she stalked around the room like a lioness, shaking her arms and shoulders out. She was breathing and grunting loudly and smacking her massive ass to hype herself up.
I went over to the board, ready to record 845 as her last number and do the math. The woman couldn’t fail. She was inevitable. She gripped the bar in her big paws, rolled it back and forth a bit and exploded upwards, a guttural growl pulsing from her throat. Her body erupted with the effort, every muscle inflating and twitching in response to the task at hand. The bar groaned as it shot off the ground to her knee, bending considerably from the stress of the columns of metal on each end. Instead of sliding up against her thighs, the bar drifted a bit away from her shins. Her colossal back started to bend to try and get the bar back on track but it was too late, she buckled and the weight fell to the ground with a crash.
“God damnit! Erggghhhh… that was so stupid.” She shouted before turning to the mirror and yelling at herself “Finish the lift Sarah! Fuck”
“Its all right babe, you just let it get away from you.”
“I know” she sighed and took a couple deep breaths to calm herself “It’s just frustrating because I had the strength for it. O well, I’ll get it next time. What were our final totals?”
“I squatted 365, benched 250, and deadlifted 430, which are all PRs” She gave a beaming smile. “for a total of 1045.”
“After a little over 6 months of serious training, very impressive hun. I’m proud.” Part of me felt my progress was inadequate after seeing what my wife lifted, but those numbers at my bodyweight weren’t too bad. So, I was proud as well, and I couldn’t have done it without her, on multiple levels.
“And my beastly wife has narrowly edged me out with an 815 squat, 605 bench, and 800-pound deadlift for a ridiculous total of 2,220.” She took a little bow and gesticulated with her hand as she did. I went over and draped my arms up and around her neck as she leaned down and kissed me. My bulge pressing up and against hers.
“I have one more thing I want to try.” She said to me. I looked up at her puzzled, I was hoping it was time to get a big protein meal and indulge in a little adult action.
“Yea, what’s that?”
“Here, it’ll be easier if I show you.” And she beckoned me over to the platform again, which we cleared. Then she laid all the way down on her back.
“I do these things called Turkish get-ups sometimes. Where I hold a big dumbbell in one hand above my chest while lying down and then stand all the way up with it. Really fun one as it hits big muscles and stabilizers.”
“Ok…. so we are going to max that too?” she laughed.
“Nope, I want to try it with your body.”
“You want to hold me with one arm while laying down and then stand up with me in your one arm?
“Exactly! I saw this tik*** of a built lady doing it with this small girl, so I wanted to try my hand at it.” Then she sat down on the ground and held her arm straight out to the side. “Here, you just kinda curl up into a ball around my arm.” I moved in a position so that her arm was across my chest and under my armpits, then she grasped onto my bicep. Then I brought my knees up and hugged the backside of my legs to create a human knot around her arm. Then she swung her torso down so she was flat on the ground and thrust me above her chest like she was going to do a one arm bench press.
“Oh, this isn’t too bad.” She said as I hovered above her muscled chest. “Ok, hear goes, don’t miss the show” She extended her other arm out on the ground for balance, and then rocked our combined weight towards that arm and propped her torso off the ground with it. Her abs protruded obscenely as her thick core easily braced her body. Her legs stretched out wide, I was astonished she was so flexible for being so massive. She grunted slightly as she rocked forward onto her knee while simultaneously bringing me up and above her head now. Her arm wasn’t even shaking, I could feel the beef in her forearm twitch and bulge against my pecs. She barely stayed kneeling for more than a moment before hurtling us up like she was doing a lunge jump.
“Whew, I did it.” She said proudly while parading me around the gym above her head. “That was a lot easier than I thought. Maybe if you keep bulking it’ll be more of a challenge next time.” She laughed. She was so giggly today, the incident from a few days ago seemed to be far from her mind.
“That was crazy, your core absolutely blew up. I’m happy to stuff my face if it means doing this again.”
“Well, we did all that chest but I need a little shoulder work now.” She said as I felt my body lowering down until her massive bicep was pressed up against my comparatively tiny one, before she reversed my direction and pressed me back up. She shoulder pressed my body with one hand 4 more times, grunting heavily as she did. Then she squatted down so she was on one knee again and reversed the Turkish get-up until we were back on the ground.
I think I was breathing harder than she was after the whole thing.
“That was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen you do.”
“Thanks for being such a good helper, the best I could ask for.” And she kissed me on the forehead and pulled me into her so that our torsos were pressed against each other. My dick lurched up into the mass of her thigh as her clit pressed up against my lower ab. My lips were in line with her pecs and I just started kissing the big sweaty blocks of beef, fondling her hard nipples through her sports bra.
“Mmmm, that feels so good.” She said while tilting her head back, her long braid falling further down her backside. “You mentioned something about cardio earlier?” she rumbled softly.
My hands shot down to my waist band before she finished the last word, pulling my shorts and underwear down in one motion. It was like she broke the damn by asking. Being so close to her mind-numbing musculature, seeing her put up elite powerlifter numbers, and then having her literally use my body as dumbbell had me uncontrollably aroused.
“God damn, I thought you’d never ask.” I blurted out as she smiled wildly and shimmied her shorts down. She started to kneel down and eye my aching cock hungrily. “No, Sare, I don’t need the foreplay, I just wanna be inside you.”
“Fair enough” she purred deeply, and started pulling her sweaty sports bra off. She was so sweaty and bloated with muscle that she was having a hard down getting it over her continental lats and ridged back. She huffed and pulled from the other side, a vein snaked on her forehead.
“Fuck this” she rasped and placed her big hand between the canyon that her pecs created, grasped her sports bra and just started pulling outwards. To the garment’s credit, it didn’t relent easily as she pulled it out about arms length and arched her muscled back further back before I saw the sides fray. Then she grunted and ripped it free. Revealing those two blocks of muscle she called pecs, her nipples like bullets honing in on me.
We were both naked now as she lurched towards me, and put her catcher mitt hands under my armpit and lifted me towards and into her. As we started making out I rubbed my dick on her obliques, feeling the serrated muscles through a thin layer of fat. She seemed to want to fuck me in this position again, it seemed to have become her favorite. She held all the power in the position. Holding me up, my body wrapped around hers while we fucked and I used her body like a jungle gym.
I had other ideas though; I was horned up and wanted to do what a red-blooded man does and take my wife. So, I wordlessly maneuvered myself so I was standing again while making out with her the whole time. She followed my lead, if she really wanted to fuck me in that previous position I’d still be up in her embrace. We stood there near the rack of dumbbells for a minute making out and exploring each other’s muscles with our hands. Me digging through all her beef and her caressing my toned physique. Then I made my move and put my hand gently on her big back and pushed. Then I kind of rotated and slipped to the side of her. She got the message with a wry smile.
I finished sliding around her body and she bent her torso and stuck out her ass in a doggy-style position once I got behind her. She was bent at 90 degrees now, her blocky chest pressed up forcefully against several of the dumbbells. She cooed out in front of me.
“Oooh, yea. I like where your head is at. I want you to fuck me honey, fuck me hard. Leave an imprint of these weights on my face.” I grunted loudly as her deep voice bellowed through the room, my eyes almost rolling in the back of my head with arousal.
I placed my hands on her ass, covering as much of the glorious mounds as I could, prodding and probing the mounds of flesh under my skin. So dense and thick, I wouldn’t be able to get into her like this. Her hamstrings bloated out as she rotated her legs out a bit, the corded muscles parting to the side to reveal her muscular cunt. I slammed my hips against her and succumbed to my lust.
There were many wonderful things about being married to Sarah, she was smart, confident, nurturing, and strong in every sense of the word. And boy could she take it. The testosterone that I’d been taking ratcheted up my already high sex drive, but it also warped it in a way. I had become slightly more aggressive; it didn’t impact my day to day but it was harder to control my urges when I was horny. I just wanted to fuck like an animal sometimes.
And I was lucky. I was lucky that my wife was so incredibly built that I could lose myself in my attraction to her. I didn’t have to hold back, I didn’t have to worry about going easy on her, I could just submit completely to my most animalistic urges. Because she could take it. I could grab and squeeze her as hard as I wanted, pull on her arms and waist, slam my whole body into her. She could take it all and then some.
Today was no different, I entered into Sarah’s warm muscular cunt and started railing her, pressing her thick ridged back down as hard as I could, her pecs mashing into the dumbbell rack. I probed each thick muscle belly and squeezed her lats for dear life. Deep sounds of pleasure emanated from my wife the whole time as I rocketed back and forth, slapping my body against her ass as much as I could.
Closing my eyes, I could almost picture her in this position from when we first met. Tall and athletic had turned into enormous and freakishly muscular. Soft moans had turned deeper and velvety. I opened my eyes, greeted by reality again. And what a beautiful reality it was. The contrasting portrait of the two of us staring back at me in the mirror was breathtaking. My fit torso poked above her mammoth bent over figure. My abs and pecs were nicely pumped and covered in sweat, as my toned arms gripped and slapped all the different slabs of beef on Sarah.
After a couple minutes I found a new target, that big beautiful braid that wound down her sculpted back. I, firmly but gently, grasped it in my hand and tugged a bit. She arched her neck up and moaned, it was so thick I could see the muscled bulges from the back. She grunted like a bull and shuddered as I continued to tug her braid and pound her She-donis body.
“Oooohh, yes, yes. That’s it. Fuck me harder, fuck me harder honey. Finish us off.” We were so sweaty and wet and she was so massive that it was hard for me to stay in her. Still though I stuck to her like Velcro and pumped and pumped and pumped till I unleashed a mother load inside of her, shooting rope after rope and filling my wife up best I could.
I groaned as I shot into her which was soon drowned out by a vibrating husky moan from Sarah as she also climaxed. She was still bent over the weight rack as I pulled out, cum dripped down her leg. I collapsed onto her ship deck of a back with a huff, pressing my face into the sweaty bulges of her lats, licking them hungrily and probing her muscled tits with my hands.
“That was incredible” we said in unison, followed by laughter from both of us.
“I think we are going to need triple scoops in the protein shake, Sare” I said as I continued to slide my fit body on her muscle monster physique.
“I may need the whole tub after all that, hun” I laughed a bit and grabbed our clothes and some gym towels to wipe some of the sweat off. She had destroyed her bra taking it off so she slipped the sweatshirt on once we left the heat of the dungeon. I’d love for her to just flaunt her big man-shaming chest around the house but we had huge windows so that would’ve been a non-starter for her.
We enjoyed the rest of our day, ate an extraordinary amount of food and finished packing for our Bora Bora trip. The whole thing was on of the most erotic and satisfying experiences of my life. And it was only the first day of our vacation.
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Another outstanding chapter, and perhaps the best yet! Can't wait for more
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I have no idea where you can possibly go with this, but I love this story! I keep wanting to find Female Muscle Growth erotica that’s between consensual, loving adults. That seems to be oddly rare, but you’ve hit that on the head here!
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Again a great chapter and I can't wait to read what you have in mind for the next ones.
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What an amazing chapter! Keep up the good work. Your descriptions on Sarah's muscularity is amazing, and you did a good job showing the superiority in her strength. Personally, I am curious about Hannah, the babysitter. She started working out and purchased a gear cycle...eager to see if there is gonna be a new muscle queen in town!
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Absolutely love this story. Really enjoying the incredible muscle descriptions and her physical dominance in a romantic and sensual way. Can’t wait for the next instalment, hope it involves them on holiday together.
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As always, thanks for the support. Glad people liked that last section, that part and the story as a whole is def fun to write. Here is the first of at least a couple parts that will be about their vacation, more action to follow.
Muscle in Paradise part 1
The next day we left early for the airport, ready for a long exhausting day of travel that included connecting flights to LA and then Tahiti before taking a small fligt to Bora Bora. The rainbow at the end of that road though was getting to be in one of the most beautiful places in the world with the most beautifully muscled woman in the world.
Walking through crowded places in public with Sarah was always a fun exercise in people watching. It was still cold out here so she wore a sweater and a light jacket, the sizes of which had too many Xs in front of the L for me to even remember. Despite covering her physique, eyes were still glued to the massive woman as we walked through the airport. Each wide-eyed look, slack jawed stare, and surprised—occasionally horrified—gasp made me laugh in amusement. There was a time when she was somewhat embarrassed to receive all of these looks and at that time I was more protective of her, but that was far in the past. She strode through the airport with quiet but overflowing confidence. Someone came up and asked for a picture, but other than that she didn’t acknowledge the gawking. She knew people were watching though, she would rub my back or grip my arm whenever a new person goggled her.
We got to our gate as they were boarding people on the plane. This was the first time Sarah had been on a flight since she’s been quite this massive, and she wasn’t particularly looking forward to squeezing onto a plane for the next 20 hours or so. We were flying first class though so a lot of that would be mitigated; thank god for being rich, right? She perked up when she saw the amount of space she had at the seat.
“Oh, thank you for getting these seats, I was dreading having to squeeze in for this long.”
“Of course, honey. I can’t lie though; I was thinking of booking coach just to see you looking like me sitting in one of Abby’s old chairs that she would sit in for tea party’s”
“You wouldn’t have like the consequences if you did that” she winked, while putting her huge left hand on my shoulder and brushing her right hand dangerously close to my crotch. Even in the large first-class seat, her incredible width dominated the space and her round delts thrusted beyond the seat. As a normal sized human being, though, I fit nice and comfortably and soon fell asleep after we took off, laying my head against my wife’s huge pec. The warm thick muscle provided a perfect pillow.
Our last flight was a small hop from the Tahiti airport to the Bora Bora one, Sarah had to squeeze in for that one a bit, or more accurately I squeezed as much of myself to the side as I could. I didn’t even mind the turbulence as it would press her big muscular shoulders into my body, giving me an excuse to caress them.
By the time we arrived at our final destination, got our luggage and got to the shuttle it was really late so it was hard to take in the full beauty of the area. Still though, the perfect weather and the picturesque ocean view was breathtaking as we took this little ferry to this small island resort. And the resort itself was unreal, a large central building surrounded by dozens and dozens of different souped up beach huts and bungalows.
We wheeled our luggage down the wooden walkway that stretched from the beach and over the water, straw-roofed luxury huts branched off on each side. Lights and conversation emanated from a few of them but it was mostly quiet. The moon shone brightly over the ebbing waves and the warm salty breeze was nice on the lungs as we walked arm-in-arm up to our big bungalow over the water. My lean strong arm was lost in the canyon of meat that formed between her forearm and bunched bicep. The size difference was astonishing, forget her blown up bis, even her forearm dwarfed my upper arm. In my mind I had referred to her arms as 20 inches for a while now but I realized that the last several months must have shot them over that, I wouldn’t have doubted it if her forearms were closer to the 20-inch mark now than her biceps were.
“This is so beautiful, hun” she rumbled as we got to the door of our bungalow, a large multi-room suite. Like a little vacation home built over the water.
“I know, I outdid myself huh?”
“You sure did” she pulled the key out of her purse and unlocked the door. Before she walked in I pressed my hand against her huge thigh, motioning her to wait.
“Hold on” I said, she cocked her head and looked down at me, waiting. “Remember our honeymoon in Cabo”
“Of course, how could I forget” she replied as she rubbed my back with her big hand. “I especially remember someone drinking way too much in the morning and stumbling through afternoon karaoke…” I just smiled and laughed.
“Ha, I’ve blocked that one out of my memory. No, no… the one that came to mind was when we first walked into the room, our first night in a paradise as a married couple.” Now she smiled and chuckled a bit, the memories flooding back.
“Oh yeaaa, you “carried me” into the room” She used air quotes when saying I carried her.
“What do you mean? I did carry you into the room, it was romantic!” she smiled and chuckled, brushing my lips with a soft kiss.
“It was romantic, hon, but I seem to remember you struggling a bit is all.” She wasn’t wrong, I carried her through and to the bed back then but I was winded and tired and it wasn’t super graceful. And that was when she weighed half of what she does now. Which made my next suggestion sound kinda dumb.
“Well I’m gonna do it again” I said holding out my hands, cracking my knuckles, and popping an arm flex with closed fists. “My big, burly, blue collar wife deserves to feel like a damsel sometimes, no?” she chortled at that and looked at me with an amused smirk that turned into a quizzical side eyed look when she realized I wasn’t joking.
“Well, the first class flights made me feel pampered…” she paused and smiled while chuckling softly again. “Ok, lets see it. You think you can do it? You going to take me to the bed?”
“Hmmm, we’ll answer that question when it comes up” I didn’t need to think that far ahead, as I squatted down and stretched my tired muscles. They ached a bit from the full day of travel with little sleep. My mind was stuck in planning mode though. Due to her tremendous size and width I’d have to lean back a bit to get the center of gravity right, so I’d need to brace my core hard. I also would need to hold her tight and at the right angle so that my arms didn’t fatigue, my legs would need to do the work. After shaking out my limbs a bit, I was ready.
“My lady?” I said as she leaned her barn door back down into my arm, I gripped onto the side of her blocky lat, taken aback by how I wasn’t even able to get her whole torso in my grasp. Next was her lower body, in a quick motion I squatted down slightly and wrapped my arm around her protruding hamstrings, each back of her leg was so swollen with meat that I decided it’d be easier to properly hold her lower so I slid my hand behind her knees. Then she popped herself off the ground and with tremendous effort I hoisted her up in my arms, bracing my core hard and stabilizing myself by widening my stance a bit. I gained confidence, she was heavy but it was doable.
“There we go, good start” She cooed, her arm was holding me tightly across my back which helped tremendously. I shuffled to the side to line us up so I could carry her through the open door. As I did she removed her arm from around my shoulder and put the back of her hand against her head, feigning the motion a princess in distress would do, only most fairytales don’t have princesses with biceps that bulged into steel spheres as they bent their arm. Then her deep voice took on a anguished tone.
“Woe is me, won’t you save me from this terrible peril my brave knight?” Normally I would have laughed or said something witty but when she released the tension of her arm on my back it shifted her weight in front of me more and I audibly groaned as she roleplayed. I compensated by leaning back a bit more, widening my stance, and bending my knees a bit.
“Ooops, you good?” She asked as she hung there. I grunted in affirmation, my arms were straining and I could feel a burn start to set in but I wasn’t shaking yet. I managed to turn and shuffle us up to the door, which she was facing away from. That’s when I realized there was gonna be a problem. The door was narrow. Or rather, it wasn’t wide. In all honestly it was probably a normal sized door but when she dropped her hand off my shoulder it caused her tremendous width to be fully unfurled. Her body combined with my leaned back torso meant that we weren’t gonna fit through the door. Not in this position at least.
“Ughhhhh” I managed to let out while thinking of what to do. I didn’t want to quit so I’d have to kinda move her sideways against my body. I certainly couldn’t curl this beast so I’d have to kinda squat down while shifting her weight quickly toward me, with her helping I could do it.
She chuckled amusingly. “Too wide? I thought that might happen. I can help” she said, and started moving her arm and hugging her body closer to mine right as I started my move of shifting her weight. The combined movements shifted her weight too far back on me and I stumbled back and towards the door a bit before slamming my back into the side of the frame. I groaned out in pain as her body sandwiched me between the wood. There was no recovering from that as my knees buckled and I started tumbling down on my back, my wife’s nearly 300-pound body was about to slam me into the ground. I just prayed she didn’t snap me in half and that the deck boards were strong.
Luckily her reflexes were fast enough to rotate her body, thrust a hand out and catch herself in a sorta one-handed pushup position as I hit the floor and rolled onto my stomach. Sighing and chuckling a bit through the pain in my back. My self-pitying amusement though was drowned out by my wife who was now doubled over in a fit of laughter.
“Oooh… hahaha… I’m sorry…haha… are… you okay?” She could barely get through the sentence, breathless from the laughing.
“Ughhh, I’m fine.” I groaned “It’s not funny Sare…” I stayed laying on the ground for a second before the ground started moving away from me as Sarah’s strong arms grasped onto my torso and legs. Before I knew it she tossed me up and flipped me around so that I was safely cradled in her arms against her mighty pecs. She was looking down on me sweetly, a big smirk on her face and a tear of laughter on her cheek.
“Oh come on, it was a little funny hun” I grunted in reply and nuzzled against her chest.
“Emmm all right, it was a bit funny. I’m counting it as a success though”
“I’m impressed with how well you did. Next time my big strong man should just get a suite with double doors” She said playfully as she carried me easily inside, flipped on the lights and gave us a tour of the beautiful Bungalow. In all honesty I may have gotten her through the door but probably wouldn’t have gotten much farther, still though she didn’t have to know that.
“Don’t patronize me, I had it. If you weren’t so freaking wide and heavy it would have been easy.” She laughed again and pulsed a flex through her upper body, squeezing me against her as I felt her chest and arms expand into me. My cock twitched in my shorts like an aftershock from her flex.
“I’m pretty sure you like me just the way I am” her voice was matter-of-fact, she was definitely reveling in the moment.
The inside of the place was even nicer than I had thought, fully equipped with sitting areas, a kitchen, two bedrooms and a sprawling deck that had a perfect view of the water and mountains. With me still in her arms she opened the door to the master bedroom and placed me on the bed.
With her hovering over me on the bed I started kissing her passionately, probing her mouth with my tongue and her steel plated torso with my hands. My hands moved south as I started rubbing her crotch through her shorts. Her clit responded and bulged out even more against the fabric, creating a tiny tent against her cling wrapped shorts. I moved onto the button when I felt her hand engulf my wrist gently as she pulled herself away from me.
“Not tonight honey, I’m tired from the travel and just want to get some sleep so we can hit the ground running in the morning.” She said, I reached up and brushed her hair back behind her ears.
“Ok, that does sound like a good idea.” We kissed gently before she stood up and walked back outside to grab our luggage. I was still laying on the bed staring at the ceiling when she came back in. She grabbed some stuff out of her bag and walked towards the bathroom.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. I’ve got some ideas….” My ears perked up at that and I looked over in time to see the door closing, I could barely make out the mirror with her huge back blocking my view and her long hair billowing down it but I got enough of a peek to see her face crunched up into a cocky grimace as she flashed a side bicep flex, her cantaloupe sized peak bursting out against her chest right as they door swung shut.
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A delightful update! Don't really have more to say. Keep up the good work!
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Great descriptive narration! Loving the first few installments I've read so far!
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Is this fantastic story continuing? Phenomenal story and descriptions, I check back every day to see if there are any updates.
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Seconding Del4's comment. Completely understand inspiration waxing and waning, but I hope this phenomenal story continues!
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I hope this is not over, for me is honestly the best in this forum
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looking forward for the next part!