A Revenge Muscle grow story.

[tura]

The Hole
by Tura

Prolog

Bob and Mary are a married couple. Mary is a incredible pretty looking woman. Bob had inherited money and therefore stopped working.
Over the years Bob and Mary have grown apart at the beginning they were very much in love but later Bob use Mary as her tool to satisfy him. He humiliate her and strike her.

Bob sat in his leather chair, a cigar smoke curling from his lips as he watched Mary through the partially open door. She was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the hardwood floor with a bristle brush, her once-glamorous dress now stained and tattered.

Chapter 1 - The Begin

"Mary," Bob called out, his voice thick with authority. "Come here. Now."
Mary set down the brush and crawled towards him, her long blonde hair matted with sweat and grime. She reached his feet and looked up at him, her once-bright blue eyes now dull and empty.

"Good girl," Bob sneered, running his foot along her cheek.

Mary flinched at the rough touch of Bob's foot against her face, but she didn't dare pull away. She remained on her knees before him, her head bowed in submission. Bob took a long drag of his cigar, the cherry glowing bright in the dimly lit room. He blew a cloud of smoke in Mary's face, forcing her to cough and sputter.

"You look like a mess," Bob said, his words dripping with contempt. "But then again, you always have looked like a mess. What did I ever see in you, huh? You're just a pathetic little housewife, good for nothing but cleaning and satisfying my needs."

He grabbed a fistful of Mary's hair, yanking her head back so she was forced to look up at him. Bob's eyes were cold and unfeeling, his lips curling into a cruel smile.

Mary lay sprawled on the sofa, her body aching from Bob's brutal assault. Her once-beautiful blonde hair was now tangled and matted with sweat, her face streaked with tears and mascara. Bob stood above her, adjusting his trousers with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"You're lucky I even want you," Bob sneered, running his hand roughly over Mary's bruised thigh. "Most men would have thrown away a used-up piece of trash like you years ago."

Bob's grip on Mary's hair tightened, forcing a whimper from her throat. He leaned down, his cigar smoke stinging her eyes as he sneered in her face. "You know what I want now, don't you?" He gave her head a rough shake. "You want to please me, don't you?"

Mary nodded weakly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her body ached, but she knew better than to resist.

Bob released her hair, only to grab her chin and force her face towards his crotch. "Then get to work," he growled. "I want to feel that pathetic mouth of yours working for its keep."

Mary's hands, still dirty from scrubbing the floor, reached up to fumble with Bob's belt.

Bob forced Mary's face closer to his crotch, his grip on her chin tightening painfully. Mary's breath hitched as she was pushed down, her nose brushing against the rough fabric of Bob's pants.

The acrid smell of sweat and cheap cologne filled her nostrils as she was compelled to obey.

Her lips grazed the bulge in his trousers, and Bob let out a low, satisfied grunt. "That's it, you worthless slut," he sneered, pressing her face harder against his crotch. "Show me how grateful you are that I even let you touch me."

Her unsteady fingers worked at the leather strap, finally managing to undo it with a metallic clink. Bob's pants were pushed down just enough for his semi-erect member to spring free, slapping against Mary's tear-stained cheek. He grabbed a fistful of her matted hair, yanking her head back to admire his handiwork.

"Look at that," he sneered, gesturing with his free hand. "My beautiful, obedient little bitch, ready to please her master." Bob pressed Mary's face against his growing hardness, the coarse hair of his thighs tickling her skin. "Now open wide, slut. Show me how much you love being used."

Mary's mouth opened, her tongue tentatively licking at Bob's semi-erect member. The taste was bitter and foul, a reminder of her degradation. Bob groaned in satisfaction, his grip on her hair tightening painfully. "That's it, you worthless whore," he growled, pushing himself further into her mouth. "Choke on it."

Tears streamed down Mary's face as Bob forced himself deeper, her throat constricting around him. His free hand came up to grip her jaw, holding her in place as he thrust shallowly. "You're so pathetic," he sneered, looking down at Mary with contempt. "Only good for one thing."

Bob's thrusts grew more forceful, his hips jerking as he used Mary's mouth for his own pleasure. Her face was buried in his crotch, his coarse pubic hair scratching against her skin. Bob's grip on her hair was so tight it felt like her scalp would tear away.

He grunted and groaned, the sounds of his satisfaction mingling with Mary's choked whimpers. "That's it, you disgusting little bitch," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Take it all. Swallow every last drop." His free hand roughly squeezed and twisted her breast, adding to her pain and humiliation.

Bob's thrusts grew more forceful, his hips jerking as he used Mary's mouth for his own pleasure. Her face was buried in his crotch, his coarse pubic hair scratching against her skin.

Mary's frustration of the relationship increased until one day Mary had contact over social media to woman named Sue.

She was a inventor. They get friends but Bob didn't let Mary meet her she know.

Mary tell Sue her story over insta about her relationship with Bob his humiliations and his disrespect.

Sue listens intently to Mary's story, her face growing increasingly concerned. She types rapidly on her computer, pulling up a map of Mary and Bob's area. "Mary, I need you to trust me," Sue says urgently. "I have a plan to get you out of this abusive situation. It won't be easy and take long, but I can't stand by and let this continue."

Sue explains that she's been developing a non-lethal weapon - a dart gun that induces a deep, long-lasting sleep. She's been looking for someone to test it on in real-world conditions.

"But Bob is so powerful," Mary protests weakly. "He won't let me leave."

Sue's face sets in a firm mask as she responds. "Don't worry about that. I have a plan for him too. We'll need to time this carefully."

Sue begins laying out the details of her plan, telling Mary to keep her phone charged and hidden away where Bob can't find it.

She instructs Mary to wait until Bob falls asleep after one of his drunken rants, then to call Sue immediately.

That night, Mary waits until Bob is snoring loudly on the sofa before quietly slipping into the hallway. Her fingers tremble as she retrieves her hidden phone and dials Sue's number. "He's asleep," Mary whispers urgently into the phone. "What do I do now?"

Sue's voice comes through clear and authoritative. "Stay calm, Mary. I'm on my way. Get the front door unlocked and then hide somewhere Bob won't see you when he wakes up."

Mary's heart pounds as she moves to the front door, her hand shaking as she turns the lock. She then hurries to the bathroom, squeezing herself into the small space behind the shower curtain. Her breath comes in short, quick gasps as she listens for any sign of Bob stirring.

After what feels like an eternity, there's a soft knock at the bathroom-door. Mary hears Sue's gentle voice. "It's me, Mary. Open up."

She creeps out of the bathroom, every muscle tense.

Mary unlocks the bathroom-door, revealing Sue - a woman in her late 40s with salt-and-pepper hair and wire-rimmed glasses.

Sue carries a small bag slung over her shoulder. She steps inside, quickly scanning the room. "Where is he?" Sue whispers, already retrieving a strange-looking dart gun from her bag.

Mary points to the sofa with a shaky finger. Bob is still fast asleep, drooling slightly onto the cushion. Sue moves silently across the floor, taking up position behind the sofa. She aims the dart gun at Bob's neck and pulls the trigger. There's a soft 'pfft' sound as the dart embeds itself in Bob's flesh.

Bob stirs slightly, his breathing growing heavy and labored. Sue watches intently, her finger still on the trigger of the dart gun. "It's working," she whispers to Mary. "He'll be out long."

Bob slumps further into the sofa, his snores becoming more pronounced before gradually fading into silence. Sue moves closer, checking his pulse and ensuring he's deeply unconscious. "He's down for the count," she confirms, turning to Mary with a gentle smile.

"He will sleep for the next 2 years" Sue say

Mary's face contorts in disbelief as she processes Sue's words. "Two years?" she whispers, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. Sue nods solemnly, carefully retrieving the dart gun and returning it to her bag.

"Yes, Mary. That's how long my sedative will last. By the time Bob wakes up, we'll have you more powerful so that he can't never harm you"

Sue take out a syringe and inject it Mary. "This will make you powerful over the next months but you must do exercises your muscles."

Mary stands frozen in shock, her mind struggling to comprehend the enormity of what Sue has just told her. The implications of Bob sleeping for two years - of being free from his abuse for so long - is almost too much to process. As Sue approaches her with the syringe, Mary instinctively recoils, her body remembering all too well the feeling of being forced and controlled.

But Sue speaks reassuringly. "This will change everything, Mary. You'll be stronger than ever. Bob will never hurt you again."

Mary steels herself and nods, offering her arm to Sue. The needle slides in smoothly, and Mary feels a strange tingling sensation spreading through her body.

The tingling sensation intensifies, spreading from Mary's arm throughout her entire body. Her muscles begin to twitch and contract involuntarily, a mix of discomfort and exhilaration flooding her system. Sue steadies her with a firm grip on her shoulder, watching closely as the transformation begins.

"Breathe, Mary," Sue instructs gently. "This might feel intense, but it's temporary. Your body is adapting, growing stronger by the minute." Mary's heart rate increases, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. The room seems to pulse with energy around her, her senses becoming heightened. She can hear the faint, rhythmic beeping of her own heart, the soft whoosh of blood flowing through her veins.

The tingling sensation intensifies, spreading from Mary's arm throughout her entire body. Her muscles begin to twitch and contract involuntarily, a mix of discomfort and exhilaration flooding her system. Sue steadies her with a firm grip on her shoulder, watching closely as the transformation begins.

Mary's vision sharpens dramatically, details becoming crystal clear that were previously unnoticed. The intricate patterns on the wallpaper, the tiny dust motes dancing in the air, even the individual hairs on Bob's unconscious form on the sofa - everything is suddenly in perfect focus. Her muscles quiver and ripple beneath her skin as the transformation accelerates.

Sue guides Mary to a chair, helping her sit as her legs wobble. "Stay here for a moment," she says, retrieving a bottle of water from her bag. "Drink this. It will help regulate your system as it adjusts."

Mary takes the water, her hands shaking slightly as she raises it to her mouth.
Mary's vision sharpens dramatically, details becoming crystal clear that were previously unnoticed. The intricate patterns on the wallpaper, the tiny dust motes dancing in the air, even the individual hairs on Bob's unconscious form on the sofa - everything is suddenly in perfect focus.

The cool water slides down Mary's throat, a jolt of clarity cutting through the haze of transformation. Her enhanced senses make every swallow a vivid experience - the temperature of the liquid, the gentle burn as it hits her stomach.

"Good," Sue murmurs approvingly as Mary finishes the water. "Your body's adapting well. How do you feel?" Mary's muscles flex involuntarily, a thrill of raw power coursing through her. She stands, legs no longer wobbling but strong and steady. Every step is deliberate, each movement precise and controlled. She flexes her arms, feeling the hardness of muscle beneath her skin.
"I feel powerful" Mary say.

Sue whispers "you must go to the gym doing exercises 5 hours a day" Mary nod "I'll do it"

"Very well i must go now" Sue said.

"Sue what is with Bob?"

Sue's face relaxes into a reassuring smile as she answers Mary's question. "Don't worry about Bob. He'll sleep peacefully for the next two years, dreaming of his former power." Sue walks over to the sofa and pulls out a small device from her bag, attaching it to Bob's wrist. "This monitor will ensure his safety while he's unconscious and it provides him with a minimum amount of energy.

If there are any changes in his vital signs, I'll be notified immediately."

Sue turns back to Mary, her voice becoming more serious. "Now, about your exercises. It's crucial that you follow the regimen exactly. I've programmed a schedule into your phone - five hours at the gym every day, focusing on strength, agility, and combat techniques."

"Good," Sue murmurs approvingly as Mary finishes the water. "Your body's adapting well. How do you feel?" Mary's muscles flex involuntarily, a thrill of raw power coursing through her. She stands, legs no longer wobbling but strong and steady. Every step is deliberate, each movement precise and controlled. She flexes her arms, feeling the hardness of muscle beneath her skin.

The cool water slides down Mary's throat, a jolt of clarity cutting through the haze of transformation. Her enhanced senses make every swallow a vivid experience - the temperature of the liquid, the gentle burn as it hits her stomach. Sue watches Mary carefully, her inventor's mind analyzing every twitch and shift in posture.

"Start with two hours of weight training in the morning," Sue instructs, scrolling through the app. "Focus on compound movements - squats, deadlifts, bench press. Then two hours of cardio and agility work in the afternoon."

Her finger taps the screen, highlighting the evening session. "Lastly, one hour of combat training - boxing, kickboxing, grappling. Don't skip any of it, Mary. Every minute counts."

Over the next months, Mary's transformation is nothing short of remarkable. Her once-slender frame fills out with hard, defined muscle. Her shoulders broaden, powerful biceps bulge beneath her skin, and her legs become thick pillars of strength. The soft curves that Bob once enjoyed are replaced by a lean, athletic build that exudes raw power.

As Mary exercises, her enhanced senses make every repetition and every punch more intense. She can feel the fibers of her muscles tearing and rebuilding, growing stronger with each passing day. The combat training proves to be particularly satisfying. As she punches the heavy bag, the satisfying thud of her fists drives away the echoes of Bob's abuse.

As Bobs unconsciousness of two years came to a end Mary look powerful like a man-bodybuilder with inhuman strength.

Bob's eyes fluttered open, his mind hazy as he tried to process his surroundings. The dim light of the living room filtered through his blurry vision, and it took him several long moments to fully wake up. As his consciousness cleared, Bob sat up abruptly, his muscles aching from two years of unconsciousness. His first coherent thought was one of confusion - why did his body feel so weak? Where was Mary? And why did everything look slightly off?

Bob's gaze fell on the mirror across the room, and his jaw dropped in shock. The man staring back at him was gaunt and frail, his once-powerful frame reduced to little more than skin and bones.

Bob's eyes widened in disbelief as he took in his reflection, his mind struggling to process the drastic changes in his appearance. He stood on unsteady legs, gripping the arm of the sofa for support as he studied his emaciated form. His once-chiseled physique was gone, replaced by a skeletal frame wrapped in loose, sagging skin. Bob's hand trembled as he ran it over his concave stomach, feeling every rib beneath his paper-thin flesh. He turned his attention to his arms, noting with horror how his biceps had shrunk to almost nothing, his once-impressive muscles now little more than weak, flabby appendages.

Bob growl "Mary"

The name echoed weakly from Bob's dry, cracked lips as he stumbled towards the bedroom, desperate to find his wife and make sense of his surroundings. Each step was a struggle, his legs quivering beneath him as he fought to remain upright. As he entered the bedroom, Bob's eyes scanned the room frantically for any sign of Mary.

Instead, he was greeted by an unfamiliar sight - the walls had been repainted, new furniture decorated the room, and workout equipment had been set up in one corner. Bob's brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to piece together what had happened during his long slumber.

A noise from the living room caught his attention, and Bob froze, his heart pounding in his chest.

Slowly, Bob made his way back to the living room, each step an effort as his weak muscles protested. As he rounded the corner, he froze in shock. There, standing by the window, was Mary - but not the Mary he remembered. This Mary was a powerhouse of muscle and strength, her once-slender frame now a sculpted work of art. Broad shoulders stretched her shirt tight, powerful biceps bulged beneath her sleeves, and her legs were thick and defined.

The soft, submissive woman Bob once controlled was gone, replaced by an athlete who exuded raw power. Mary turned at Bob's entrance, her enhanced vision taking in every detail of his frail form.

Mary smirk and her smirks grew wider as she took in Bob's pitiful state, drinking in his confusion and weakness. She flexed her massive biceps, the fabric of her shirt straining to contain her newfound muscles.

"Well, well," Mary's voice was low and menacing, nothing like the timid mouse Bob once knew. "Look what we have here. The great Bob, reduced to a shadow of his former self."

Bob's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape or a weapon. He stumbled backwards, his weak legs struggling to support his weight. "What have you done to me?" he wheezed, his once-powerful voice now high-pitched and feeble.

Mary's laugh was cold and mocking as she slowly approached Bob. Her powerful strides ate up the distance between them, while Bob's backward stumbling proved fruitless against her advance. "I've done nothing to you, Bob," she sneered, flexing her arms as she came to a stop mere inches from his quivering form. "You've been sleeping peacefully for two years.

But while you were dreaming of your former glory, I've been training." Mary towered above him, her imposing physique casting a shadow that engulfed Bob's frail frame. She reached out, her massive hand wrapping around Bob's throat with ease. Despite her strength, her grip was precise, just firm enough to keep him in place without choking him.

Bob's eyes bulged in terror as Mary's powerful hand encircled his throat, his weak muscles twitching uselessly against her iron grip. His once-dominant form now seemed pathetically small compared to Mary's towering physique, her bulging biceps flexing as she held him effortlessly aloft.

A whimper escaped Bob's lips, a pitiful sound that stood in stark contrast to the menacing growl that rumbled from Mary's throat. "You used to hit me, didn't you?" Mary sneered, her free hand coming up to trace the strong lines of her jaw. "You used to force me to my knees, to use me for your pleasure."

Bob's gaze is fixed in terror as Mary's massive hand tightens slightly around his throat, the pressure controlled but undeniable. His frail body quivers, a sharp contrast to Mary's towering form of hard muscle. "Please," Bob's voice is a feeble rasp, his words tumbling out in a desperate plea. "I-I don't remember, I was sleeping, I didn't do anything." Mary's lips curl into a cruel smirk, her enhanced muscles rippling beneath her skin as she holds Bob effortlessly aloft.

"You don't remember?" Mary's voice is a low, dangerous growl. "Oh, but I remember everything, Bob."

Mary's free hand balls into a fist, her biceps bulging impressively as she pulls her arm back. Without warning, she drives her fist forward, connecting squarely with Bob's midsection. The punch is precise and controlled, powerful enough to drive the air from Bob's lungs but not enough to cause permanent damage.

Bob crumples in Mary's grasp, gasping and wheezing as he struggles to draw breath. "Let's see if this helps jog your memory," Mary says, her voice dripping with contempt.

She releases her grip on Bob's throat, allowing him to fall to his knees. He collapses gracelessly onto the hardwood floor, his weak body quivering as he tries to regain his breath.

Mary stands towering above Bob, her massive frame casting a long shadow across his pathetic form. She flexes her biceps, the muscles rippling beneath her skin as she watches Bob struggle to breathe. "Do you remember now, Bob?" she sneers, her enhanced voice carrying a menacing undertone. "Do you remember how it felt to have all that power?"

Bob wheezes, his frail body curled up on the floor as he gasps for air. His once-proud form is now a pitiful sight, reduced to little more than skin and bones. Mary's powerful leg shoots out, her steel-hard calf slamming into Bob's back with a sickening thud.

Bob's frail body crumples under the force of Mary's kick, his weak limbs unable to absorb the impact. He sprawls face-down on the hardwood floor, a pathetic whimper escaping his lips as he struggles to breathe.

Mary's enhanced muscles ripple with raw power as she stands above him, her massive form casting a shadow that engulfs Bob's emaciated frame. She plants one foot firmly on his back, the heel of her shoe pressing down with just enough force to keep him pinned but not enough to cause serious injury.

"You used to think you were so powerful, didn't you, Bob?" Mary's voice is a low, menacing growl.

Bob's frail body crumples under the force of Mary's kick, his weak limbs unable to absorb the impact. He sprawls face-down on the hardwood floor, a pathetic whimper escaping his lips as he struggles to breathe. Mary's enhanced muscles ripple with raw power as she stands above him, her massive form casting a shadow that engulfs Bob's emaciated frame.

She bends down, her massive arm reaching around to grab Bob's chin, forcing his face up to look at her towering form. "But now you know the truth. You're nothing but a weak, pathetic man." Bob's eyes are wide with terror as he stares up at Mary's powerful physique, her bulging biceps and defined abs on full display as she holds him firmly in place.

His once-dominant form now seems pathetically small compared to Mary's imposing figure. "I'm going to give you a choice, Bob," Mary's voice is cold and hard. "You can either accept your new place in our relationship, or you can leave. But if you stay."

Mary's massive hand tightens around Bob's jaw, her enhanced strength allowing her to easily manipulate his frail form. "If you stay, you'll be nothing more than my obedient pet." She speaks in a low, menacing growl. "You'll cook my meals, clean my house, and worship the ground I walk on." Mary's free hand trails down her own muscular chest, her enhanced senses heightening her awareness of every ripple and bulge of muscle.

Bob's eyes follow her hand's movement, his face a picture of terror and fascination at Mary's transformed body. "You'll beg for the privilege of touching me," Mary sneers, her powerful thigh pressing against Bob's emaciated frame.

"No I don't do this and this is my house" Bob whimpers

Mary's enhanced muscles flex involuntarily at Bob's defiant words, her grip on his jaw tightening just enough to make him wince. A cruel smile plays across her face as she towers above his frail form. "Your house?" she laughs, the sound cold and menacing. "This is my home now, Bob. And you're just a pathetic squatter who refuses to face reality."

With one powerful motion, Mary lifts Bob off the floor by his jaw, her arm flexing impressively as she holds him effortlessly aloft. Her other hand comes up, flexing her biceps in a show of raw strength. "You have two choices, Bob. Accept your new reality, or leave forever."

"I'll leave and you'll regret this" Bob's defiant words echo through the room, but his shaking form betrays his fear. Mary's grip on his jaw tightens ever so slightly, her enhanced muscles coiling beneath her skin like steel cables. "Oh, I'm counting on it," she sneers, her powerful arm holding him aloft with minimal effort. "But first, let's make sure you remember your place."

With a swift motion, Mary's free hand balls into a fist, her biceps bulging impressively. She pulls back her arm, the muscles in her shoulder and back rippling with raw power. "This is for every time you hit me," she growls, bringing her fist forward.

The powerful punch connects with Bob's midsection, driving the air from his lungs in a painful whoosh. His frail body crumples in Mary's grip, his legs buckling as he gasps for breath. Mary's enhanced muscles flex and coil as she holds him up, her massive frame a testament to the strength she's gained over the past two years.

"And this is for every time you forced yourself on me," she sneers, her fist pulling back again. This time, she aims lower, her powerful arm driving her fist into Bob's groin with a sickening thud. Bob's eyes bulge in agony, a strangled cry escaping his lips as he slumps in Mary's iron grip.

Mary watches with cold satisfaction as Bob's frail body convulses in her grasp, his once-proud form now reduced to a quivering mess of pain and humiliation. Her enhanced muscles remain taut, her powerful arm holding him up effortlessly as she delivers another brutal punch to his stomach. "Remember this feeling, Bob," she growls, her biceps flexing impressively. "This is how it feels to be weak, to be at someone else's mercy."

Bob wheezes and gasps, his legs hanging limply as Mary's grip keeps him upright. She moves closer, her massive frame engulfing his emaciated body. Her free hand, still balled into a fist, hovers near his face.

"Every punch, every hit, every moment of pain - this is what you gave me for years," Mary sneers, her fist brushing against Bob's cheek. "Now you get to experience just a fraction of it." With deliberate slowness, Mary brings her fist back, her biceps bulging as she coaxes the muscles into a show of force. Her enhanced senses heighten every detail - the way Bob's frail body trembles, the shallow gasps for air, the terror in his eyes.

"Let's make sure you never forget," she growls, her fist swinging forward with controlled precision. The punch connects with Bob's ribs, the impact echoing through the room.

Bob's pathetic form collapses further in Mary's iron grip, his once-dominant frame now a limp, quivering mass of pain and humiliation. Mary watches with cold satisfaction as his weak body curls around her massive fist, the muscles in her powerful arm still flexing from the impact. She pulls back her arm, the veins in her biceps standing out in stark relief as she prepares for another strike.

"Still think you're the strong one, Bob?" she sneers again, her free hand coming up to grip his frail shoulder, holding him steady for her next blow.

Her enhanced muscles coil like a spring, the raw power thrumming through her body as she drives her fist forward again.

The powerful punch lands squarely in Bob's solar plexus, driving the last remnants of air from his lungs. His frail body goes rigid for a moment, then slumps limply in Mary's iron grip, his mouth opening and closing like a gasping fish. Mary holds him effortlessly, her massive biceps flexing as she watches Bob struggle to breathe.

"I think we're getting through to you now, aren't we?" she sneers, her free hand coming up to pat Bob's cheek condescendingly. Her touch is gentle, a mockery of the kindness he once denied her.

Bob's eyes roll back in his head, his body quivering with the effort of drawing even the smallest breath as he passed out.


Chapter 2 - The cage

Bob's consciousness returned slowly, his aching body protesting every movement. As his eyes fluttered open, the harsh reality of his situation became clear. He was lying on a thin mattress in a metal cage, the cold bars pressing against his skin. The cage was just large enough for him to curl up in, but not enough to sit up or stand. Bob's weak muscles quaked as he tried to push himself up, his frail arms struggling against the cage's confines.

The room around him was dimly lit, the glow of a single bulb casting eerie shadows on the concrete walls. In one corner, Bob could make out the silhouette of a TV and a comfortable-looking chair.

A small table nearby held a bowl of what looked like gruel and a water bottle. Bob's gaze was drawn to the door as footsteps approached. The lock clicked open and Mary strode in, her massive frame filling the doorway. She had changed into a tight-fitting tank top that showcased her impressive muscles, her biceps bulging as she carried a tray of food. "Good morning, pet," she sneered, setting the tray down just out of Bob's reach. "I hope you're hungry. You'll need your strength for today's chores."

.....to be continued (if you like)

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Great  story. Love how the wife becomes big and powerful. Looking forward to more.

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Chapter 2 - The Cage - continued
by Tura

Bob's eyes darted between the food and Mary's imposing figure, his stomach growling audibly.

"Mary let me out of here"

Mary's massive muscles flex as she crouches down, her powerful biceps bulging against the tight fabric of her tank top. She smirks, the corners of her mouth curling into a cruel grin as she brings her face closer to the cage. "Let you out?" she scoffs, her enhanced voice carrying a menacing undertone.

"Why would I do that, pet?" Mary's free hand trails along the bars of the cage, her fingers flexing as she tests their strength.

The metal groans slightly under her touch, a reminder of the raw power she now wields. "Look at you, Bob," she sneers, her enhanced vision taking in every detail of his pathetic form.

Bob's emaciated body shivers at Mary's mocking words, his once-powerful frame now hunched and pathetic in the cramped cage. Mary's massive muscles ripple beneath her skin as she leans closer, her impressive biceps flexing as she grips the cage bars.

"You used to think you were so strong, didn't you?" she sneers, her free hand reaching in to poke Bob's concave stomach. "But now look at you - nothing but a weak, trembling mess."
Mary's enhanced muscles coil as she pulls back her massive arm, her biceps bulging impressively.

"Mary you gave me the choice to leave and I'll leave you"

Mary's face twists into a cruel smirk as she watches Bob try to stand in the cage, his frail form struggling against the metal bars. Her powerful hand shoots out, grabbing his throat through the cage and lifting him effortlessly off the mattress. "Oh, pet," she sneers, her enhanced muscles rippling beneath her skin as she holds him aloft. "You're not going anywhere."

Bob's legs dangle helplessly as Mary pins him against the cage, her iron grip tightening just enough to keep him in place without choking him. "You had your chance to leave you said 'No' and that I will regret it" she growls, bringing her face close to the bars. "Now you're mine to keep forever."

Mary's massive biceps flex as she effortlessly holds Bob aloft by his throat, her enhanced muscles rippling with raw power. Her free hand reaches through the bars, gripping the front of Bob's pathetic shirt and yanking him closer to the cage.

"That's right, pet," she sneers, her words dripping with contempt. "You made your choice, and now you're stuck here with me." Bob struggles weakly against her iron grip, his frail legs kicking uselessly in the air.

Mary's enhanced vision takes in every detail of his pathetic form - the way his once-powerful frame quivers with fear, the beads of sweat forming on his pale, emaciated skin.

Bob struggles weakly against her iron grip, his frail legs kicking uselessly in the air. Mary's enhanced vision takes in every detail of his pathetic form - the way his once-powerful frame quivers with fear, the beads of sweat forming on his pale, emaciated skin.
"No let me go, I only want to go, I don't punish you" Bob whine and tears run down his cheeks.

Mary's grip on Bob's throat tightens just enough to make him wince, her massive biceps flexing impressively as she holds him effortlessly aloft. Her enhanced muscles ripple beneath her skin, a visible reminder of the raw power she now wields. "Oh, pet," she sneers, her enhanced voice carrying a menacing undertone. "You should have thought of that before you decided to stay."

Mary's free hand releases its grip on Bob's shirt, only to come up and slap him hard across the face. The impact echoes through the room, leaving a red handprint on Bob's pale cheek. Bob's frail body jolts at the force of the slap, his eyes watering as he gasps for breath.

Mary's iron grip on Bob's throat tightens ever so slightly, her enhanced muscles coiling like steel cables beneath her skin. Despite his frantic struggle, she holds him effortlessly aloft, her biceps bulging impressively as she watches his pathetic attempts to escape.

"You can squirm all you want, pet," she sneers, her free hand coming up to pat his cheek condescendingly. "But you're not going anywhere." With one powerful motion, Mary yanks Bob's frail form closer to the cage bars, pressing his face against the cold metal. "You should have left when you had the chance," she growls, her enhanced voice carrying a menacing undertone.

"Please Mary I was dazed from the sleep please let me go."

Mary's massive hand releases its grip on Bob's throat, allowing him to slump back against the cage wall. Her enhanced muscles remain coiled, ready to spring into action at any moment as she watches Bob gasping for air. "Oh, pet," she sneers, her powerful frame looming large in front of the cage. "You want mercy now? Where was your mercy when you were using me like a rag doll?"

Mary's free hand shoots through the bars, grabbing a fistful of Bob's thinning hair and yanking his head back. "Where was your mercy when you were beating me?" she growls, her biceps bulging impressively as she holds him in place.

"Mary please I'm another man now"

Bob's frail body trembles in Mary's iron grip, his once-powerful frame now a pathetic shadow of its former self. Mary's enhanced muscles ripple beneath her skin as she watches him struggle to breathe.

"Another man?" she scoffs, her massive biceps flexing as she yanks his head back further. "You're not even a man anymore, pet. You're just a weak, pathetic creature that I own."

"Mary, you can't own me"

Mary's face contorts with rage at Bob's defiant words. Her massive muscles coil like steel cables beneath her skin as she releases her grip on his hair, only to grab the cage bars with both hands. With a roar of fury, she pulls, her powerful arms flexing as the metal groans and bends under her inhuman strength. The cage rocks violently, metal screeching against concrete as Mary's raw power threatens to tear it apart.

Bob's frail body is thrown about like a rag doll, slamming against the walls and floor of his makeshift prison. Mary's enhanced muscles ripple and bulge, her biceps swelling impressively as she maintains her iron grip on the bars. "Oh, but I can own you."

"No Mary, I've rights"

Mary's face contorts with rage at Bob's continued defiance. With a snarl of fury, she releases her grip on the cage bars and reaches through, grabbing Bob by the throat with one massive hand. Her enhanced muscles flex as she lifts him effortlessly off the mattress, slamming his frail body against the cage wall.

The impact echoes through the room, causing Bob to cry out in pain. "Rights?" Mary sneers, her enhanced voice carrying a menacing undertone. "You gave up all your rights when you decided to stay, pet." Her powerful hand tightens around Bob's throat, just enough to make him gasp for air. "Now, you have one choice - be my obedient pet or suffer the consequences."

"Please Mary, I said I want to go yesterday you gave me the choice."

Mary's iron grip on Bob's throat tightens ever so slightly, her enhanced muscles coiling like steel cables beneath her skin. She brings her face close to the cage bars; her powerful features twisted in a snarl of rage and contempt. "Oh, pet," she sneers, her massive biceps bulging impressively as she holds Bob effortlessly aloft.

"You think you can just change your mind now?" Her free hand shoots through the bars, gripping Bob's emaciated chest and yanking him closer to the cage. "You said 'No' to leaving yesterday. You chose to stay, and now you're stuck here with me."

"No that is not true"

Mary's massive muscles flex as she watches Bob struggle to breathe in her iron grip. Her enhanced senses take in every detail of his pathetic form - the way his once-powerful frame now quivers with fear, the beads of sweat forming on his pale, emaciated skin.

"You want to know what's true?" she sneers, her powerful biceps bulging impressively as she holds him effortlessly aloft. "What's true is that you're weak, and I'm strong."

With one swift motion, Mary yanks Bob's frail body closer to the cage bars, pressing his face against the cold metal. "You're nothing but a pathetic shadow of your former self."

"But Mary, you said I can leave"

Mary's massive muscles tense as she presses Bob's face harder against the cold metal bars, her enhanced strength making it impossible for him to move. Her free hand shoots through the cage, gripping his frail jaw and forcing him to look up at her imposing figure. "I did say you could leave," she sneers, her powerful biceps flexing as she maintains her iron grip. "And you chose to stay. You said 'No' when I gave you the chance to walk away."

Her enhanced muscles ripple beneath her skin as she speaks in a menacing growl. "You think this is some kind of game? That you can just change the rules after you've lost?"

"No, you lie, you've punished me, and I passed out"

Mary's massive hand tightens around Bob's jaw, her enhanced muscles flexing as she forces him to meet her piercing gaze. Her other hand releases the cage bars, only to deliver a harsh, open-handed slap across his face. The sound cracks through the air, echoing off the concrete walls as Bob's frail body jerks in her grip.

"You passed out because you couldn't handle the truth," she snarls, her biceps bulging impressively as she maintains her iron grip. "You passed out because you're weak. And now, you're going to face the consequences of your own choices."

Mary's massive muscles ripple with satisfaction as she watches Bob's pathetic form quiver and cry in her iron grip. She brings her face closer to the cage bars, her enhanced vision taking in every detail of his tear-streaked, emaciated face.

"That's right, pet," she sneers, her free hand coming up to caress his cheek almost tenderly. "Cry all you want. It won't change a thing." Her powerful biceps flex as she shifts her grip, one massive hand still holding his jaw while the other trails down his frail chest.

Mary's massive muscles ripple with satisfaction as she watches Bob's pathetic form quiver in her iron grip. She brings her face closer to the cage bars, her enhanced vision taking in every detail of his tear-streaked, emaciated face.

"You used to think you were so strong, didn't you? Now look at you - nothing but a pathetic, sobbing mess."

Mary's iron grip tightens around Bob's jaw, her enhanced muscles flexing as she forces him to meet her piercing gaze. "You're not even a man anymore, pet. You're just a weak, pathetic creature that I own."

With a sudden motion, Mary releases her grip on Bob's jaw, only to grab his emaciated chest through the bars. Her powerful fingers dug into his frail skin as she yanks him closer to the cage. "You want to know what you are now?" she sneers, her massive biceps bulging impressively as she holds him effortlessly aloft.

"No"

Mary's massive hand tightens around Bob's emaciated chest, her enhanced muscles coiling with raw power. She yanks him closer to the cage bars, her imposing physique casting a long shadow over his frail form.

"You're my pet," she growls, her enhanced voice carrying a menacing undertone. "A weak, pathetic creature that exists only to serve me."

Mary's free hand shoots through the bars, gripping Bob's thinning hair and yanking his head back. Her massive biceps flex impressively as she holds him in place, her enhanced strength allowing her to manipulate his frail body with ease. "You're nothing but a toy for me to play with."

"You hold me captive but I've rights. I'm a human not your pet"

Mary's massive muscles tense at Bob's defiant words, her enhanced strength pulsing through her body like a coiled spring ready to snap. She brings her face closer to the cage; her piercing gaze locked onto Bob's emaciated form. "Rights?" she sneers, her massive biceps flexing as she tightens her grip on his frail body.

"You lost those rights when you chose to stay, pet." With one powerful motion, Mary yanks Bob's frail form closer to the cage bars, her massive hand still gripping his emaciated chest. Her free hand trails down the bars, her enhanced muscles rippling beneath her skin as she considers her next move.

"I don't have chosen"

Mary's face contorts with rage at Bob's continued defiance. Her massive muscles coil like steel cables beneath her skin as she releases her grip on his chest, only to grab the cage bars with both hands. With a roar of fury, she pulls, her powerful arms flexing as the metal groans and bends under her inhuman strength.

The cage rocks violently, metal screeching against concrete as Mary's raw power threatens to tear it apart. Bob's frail body is thrown about like a rag doll, slamming against the walls and floor of his makeshift prison. "You didn't chose?" Mary snarls, her enhanced muscles rippling and bulging as she maintains her iron grip on the cage bars.

"No, I don't chose."


Mary's massive muscles tense at Bob's defiant words. She releases her grip on the cage bars, only to reach through and grab Bob by the throat with one powerful hand. Her massive biceps flex impressively as she lifts his frail form effortlessly off the mattress, slamming him against the cage wall. The impact echoes through the room, causing Bob to cry out in pain.

"You didn't chose?" she sneers, her enhanced voice carrying a menacing undertone. "Then why are you still here, pet?"

Mary's iron grip tightens around Bob's throat, just enough to make him gasp for air.

"I can't go because you hold me in this cage captive"

Mary's massive muscles flex as she watches Bob struggle to breathe in her iron grip. Her enhanced senses take in every detail of his pathetic form - the way his once-powerful frame now quivers with fear, the beads of sweat forming on his pale, emaciated skin.

"Oh, pet," she sneers, her powerful biceps bulging impressively as she holds him effortlessly aloft. "You think this cage is holding you captive?"

With one swift motion, Mary yanks Bob's frail body closer to the cage bars, pressing his face against the cold metal. "You're holding yourself captive with your own stubbornness."

Her free hand shoots through the bars, gripping Bob's thinning hair and yanking his head back. Mary's massive biceps flex impressively as she holds him in place, her enhanced strength allowing her to manipulate his frail body with ease.

"You could have left yesterday," she growls, her enhanced voice carrying a menacing undertone. "But you chose to stay, and now you're reaping the consequences."

Bob's frail body trembles in Mary's iron grip, his once-powerful frame now a pathetic shadow of its former self.

"No, you have said I can leave"

Mary's massive muscles tense at Bob's continued defiance, she releases her grip on Bob's throat, only to deliver a harsh, open-handed slap across his face.

Bob cries like a toddler and Mary watches with cold satisfaction as he crumples in her grip, his emaciated form wracked with sobs. Her massive muscles remain taut, her powerful biceps flexing as she holds him effortlessly aloft. The sound of Bob's pitiful whimpers fills the room, a stark contrast to the raw power she now wields.

"That's right, pet," she sneers, her enhanced vision taking in every detail of his broken form. "Cry all you want. It only makes you weaker." Mary's free hand trails down Bob's frail body, her powerful fingers digging into his emaciated flesh.

"I call my friend Joe"

Mary's massive muscles coil at the mention of Joe, her enhanced strength pulsing through her body like a caged animal ready to strike. She brings her face close to the cage bars; her piercing gaze locked onto Bob's emaciated form.

"Joe?" she sneers, her massive biceps flexing as she tightens her grip on his frail body. "And who exactly is going to help you, pet?" Her free hand shoots through the bars, gripping Bob's jaw with bruising force.

You think Joe is going to come riding in here on a white horse to save you?" She leans closer, her enhanced muscles rippling beneath her skin as she speaks in a menacing growl.

"Yes, he will save me, protect me from your fury"

Mary's massive muscles tense at Bob's defiant words, her enhanced strength coiling like a spring ready to snap. She releases her grip on his jaw, only to slam her powerful fist against the cage bars with a thunderous clang. The impact rattles the entire structure, causing Bob to flinch in terror.

Mary's free hand shoots through the bars, gripping Bob's emaciated throat with crushing force. She pulls him closer to the cage, her enhanced muscles rippling beneath her skin as she holds him effortlessly aloft.

"I'm not your pet and I call the police."

Mary's massive muscles tense at Bob's threat, her enhanced strength pulsing through her body like a predator sensing its prey. Her iron grip on Bob's throat tightens ever so slightly, not enough to choke him but enough to make his words come out as a strangled gasp.

"The police?" she sneers, her biceps bulging impressively as she holds him effortlessly aloft. "You think they're going to help you, pet?" Her free hand shoots through the bars, gripping the front of Bob's pathetic shirt and yanking him even closer to the cage. Her enhanced vision takes in every detail of his terror-stricken face, drinking in the way his frail body trembles in her grasp.

Bob bite in Mary's arm and her massive muscles tense in shock as Bob's teeth sink into her arm, a sharp jolt of pain shooting through her enhanced form. Her enhanced muscles flex involuntarily, her biceps bulging as she reacts to the unexpected attack. But rather than show weakness, Mary's rage explodes in a frenzy of raw power.

With a roar of fury, she yanks Bob's frail body through the bars, her massive strength easily overcoming his resistance. She slams him against the cold concrete floor, her powerful thigh pinning him in place as she rakes her massive fingers across his face, leaving deep, bleeding scratches.

"You dare?"

Mary's enhanced muscles coil like steel cables beneath her skin, her massive biceps flexing as she looms above Bob's prone form. Her powerful hands clamp down on his frail shoulders, pinning him to the cold concrete as blood trickles from the deep scratches on his face.

"You think you can bite me, pet?" she snarls, her enhanced voice dripping with rage and contempt. With one powerful motion, she lifts Bob's emaciated body off the ground, her massive arms flexing as she holds him aloft like a rag doll.

Mary's free hand shoots out, gripping Bob's throat with bruising force.
Her massive fingers dig into his frail flesh, cutting off his air supply as she brings her face close to his, her eyes blazing with fury.

"You wanted to fight? You wanted to be strong?" she growls, her enhanced muscles rippling beneath her skin. "Well, pet, now you're going to feel what it's like to be truly powerless."

With a savage twist of her powerful arm, Mary slams Bob back down onto the concrete floor, his frail body crumpling under the impact. She drops to her knees, her massive frame engulfing his emaciated form as she pins him in place.

Her enhanced muscles flex and coil like a predator about to strike, her biceps bulging impressively as she brings her face inches from Bob's. Blood from the scratches on his face drips onto the concrete, a stark reminder of the raw power she now wields.

"You wanted to call the police?" Mary sneers, her massive hand still clamped around Bob's throat.

"Let's see how they'd help you now, pet."

Her free hand trails down Bob's frail body, her powerful fingers digging into his emaciated flesh. She yanks him up, his feet dangling uselessly as she holds him effortlessly in one massive hand.

Mary's enhanced muscles flex and coil like a predator about to strike, her massive biceps bulging as she lifts Bob's frail form higher. She brings her face close to his, her hot breath hitting his bloody, scratched features.

"You wanted to be strong, pet?" she sneers, her powerful grip tightening around his throat. "Let me show you what real strength feels like." With a roar of raw power, Mary slams Bob's emaciated body against the concrete wall.

The impact cracks the wall and sends shockwaves through Bob's frail frame. She keeps him pinned there, her massive hand crushing his throat as she moves in closer, her enhanced muscles rippling beneath her skin.

Mary's massive biceps bulge as she maintains her iron grip on Bob's throat, his frail body pinned helplessly against the cracked concrete wall. Blood trickles from the scratches on his face, mixing with the sweat that beads on his pale, emaciated skin.

Mary's powerful frame towering above Bob's pitiful form. "You feel that pet?" she growls, her massive hand tightening ever so slightly around his throat. "That's the taste of your own weakness." Mary's free hand comes up, her powerful fingers tracing the jagged lines of Bob's facial wounds.

She leans in closer, her enhanced senses heightened as she drinks in the details of his broken form - the way his frail body trembles in her grasp, the shallow gasps for air, the terror in his eyes.

"You wanted to bite me?" Mary sneers, her biceps bulging impressively as she holds Bob aloft. "Let me show you what happens to pets who don't obey."

With a sudden motion, Mary's free hand shoots out, gripping Bob's emaciated arm with crushing force. Her enhanced muscles flex as she yanks it back, hyperextending the joint with a sickening pop.

Bob's agonized scream echoes through the room, his frail body convulsing in Mary's iron grip.

She releases her grip on his throat, allowing Bob's broken form to slump against the cracked concrete wall. Blood from his facial wounds trickles down his emaciated chest as he gasps for air, his once-powerful body now a quivering mass of pain and fear.

Mary's massive muscles ripple beneath her skin as she watches Bob crumble before her, her enhanced vision taking in every detail of his broken state. "That's just the beginning, pet," she sneers, her powerful biceps flexing as she towers above his frail form. "You think this hurts? Wait until I'm done with you." Mary's free hand shoots out, gripping Bob's thinning hair and yanking his head back.

His broken body jolts at the sudden movement, the hyperextended arm sending waves of agony through his frail form. Mary's enhanced muscles coil like steel cables beneath her skin as she watches Bob's pathetic struggles, her massive biceps flexing as she maintains her iron grip on his hair.

"Look at you, pet," she sneers, her enhanced voice carrying a menacing undertone. "Nothing but a broken, trembling mess."

Mary's powerful hand yanks Bob's head back further, forcing him to stare up at her imposing figure. Blood from his facial wound's drips down his neck, mixing with the sweat that beads on his pale, emaciated skin.

Mary's massive muscles tense as she watches the blood trickle down Bob's neck, her enhanced senses heightening the cruel satisfaction she feels. Her powerful biceps flex as she yanks Bob's head back even further, her grip on his hair tightening.

Mary's free hand came up to trace the deep scratches on Bob's face. Her powerful fingers dig into the wounds, reopening them and causing fresh blood to flow.

"Now look at you - a pathetic, broken thing that can't even control its own body." Mary's massive frame looms above Bob's frail form, her enhanced muscles rippling beneath her skin as she exerts her dominance.

"You want to call the police now, pet?" she sneers, her enhanced voice carrying a menacing undertone.

Bob's frail body trembles in Mary's grasp, his once-powerful frame now a pathetic shadow of its former self. The hyperextended arm hangs limply at his side, sending waves of agony through his broken form.

"No please I'll good."

Mary's massive muscles tense at Bob's pathetic pleas, her enhanced strength pulsing through her body like a predator sensing its prey. She releases her grip on his hair, only to grab his emaciated throat with both hands. Her powerful fingers dig into his frail flesh, cutting off his air supply as she brings her face inches from his.

Blood from the reopened scratches on his face drips onto her massive hands, a stark reminder of the raw power she now wields.

"No please?" she sneers, her enhanced muscles rippling beneath her skin. "That's what I like to hear, pet."

Mary's massive muscles flex as she tightens her grip on Bob's throat, her powerful biceps bulging impressively as she lifts his frail form off the ground. His feet dangle uselessly as she holds him aloft, her enhanced strength making it seem like he weighs nothing at all.

Bob's eyes bulge, his face turning an alarming shade of red as Mary's crushing fingers cut off his air supply. His hands clutch weakly at her massive forearms, but his pathetic attempts to free himself only serve to amuse her.

"That's right, pet," Mary sneers, her enhanced voice dripping with contempt. "You're mine now."

Mary's massive muscles ripple beneath her skin as she watches Bob's frail body convulse in her iron grip. His once-powerful form now hangs limply from her massive hands, his feet kicking weakly as she maintains her crushing hold on his throat. Mary brings her face closer to Bob's, her enhanced vision taking in every detail of his terror-stricken expression. A cruel smile plays across her face as she feels his pulse growing weaker beneath her powerful fingers.

"You're learning your place, pet," she growls, her massive biceps flexing as she tightens her grip ever so slightly.

Bob's eyes roll back, his body going slack as he struggles to breathe.

Mary's massive muscles coil like steel cables beneath her skin as she feels Bob's consciousness slipping away. She maintains her iron grip on his throat, her enhanced strength allowing her to hold him effortlessly aloft despite his limp, lifeless weight.

"That's right, pet," she sneers, her enhanced voice carrying a menacing undertone. "You're nothing but a weak, pathetic thing now."

Mary's free hand comes up, her powerful fingers trailing down Bob's emaciated chest as she watches his eyes flutter open and closed. His once-powerful frame now hangs limply from her massive hands, his frail body convulsing weakly as he gasps for air.

Mary's massive muscles flex as she tightens her grip on Bob's throat, her powerful biceps bulging impressively as she holds him aloft. His frail body convulses weakly in her iron grip, blood from the reopened scratches on his face trickling down his emaciated neck.

"Now you're nothing but a broken toy for me to play with." With a savage motion, Mary slams Bob's limp form against the cracked concrete wall, the impact echoing through the room as he slumps in her massive hands.

She releases her grip on his throat, allowing him to crumple to the floor as he gasps desperately for air.

Mary stands before Bob's crumpled form, her massive muscles rippling beneath her skin as she watches him gasp for air. She places one massive foot on his emaciated chest, pinning him to the cold concrete floor.

Bob's frail body quivers beneath her weight, his once-powerful frame now a pathetic shadow of its former self.

"You wanted to be a man?" Mary sneers, her enhanced muscles coiling like steel cables as she applies more pressure with her foot.

Bob's ribs creak under the immense force, his gasps for air becoming more labored and desperate. "Look at you now, pet."

"I'm a man" Bob whimpers

Mary's massive foot digs deeper into Bob's frail chest, her enhanced muscles flexing as she watches him struggle for air. A cruel smile plays across her face as she hears the pathetic whimper escape his lips.

"A man?" she sneers, her enhanced voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing but a weak, quivering thing beneath my heel." Mary shifts her weight, applying even more pressure to Bob's emaciated chest. His ribs creak ominously under the immense force, his desperate gasps for air becoming more strained.

"You wanted to be strong?" she mocked, her massive muscles rippling beneath her skin as she maintains her crushing grip. "You wanted to be a man?"

"You're nothing but a pathetic, weak thing that I own." Mary's free hand shoots out, gripping Bob's thinning hair and yanking his head back.

His broken body jerks at the sudden movement, pain shooting through his hyperextended arm as Mary forces him to stare up at her imposing figure.

"You have bite me!" she snarls, her enhanced muscles coiling like steel cables beneath her skin. "Let me show you what happens to pets that don't obey." With a savage twist of her powerful arm, Mary slams Bob's emaciated form back down onto the concrete floor, his frail body crumpling under the impact.

She releases her grip on his hair, only to grab his broken arm with both hands. Her massive fingers dug into his emaciated flesh, reopening the wound as she yanks the arm back further with a sickening pop.

His broken body jerks at the sudden movement, pain shooting through his hyperextended arm as Mary forces him to stare up at her imposing figure.

Bob's agonized scream echoes through the room as Mary forces his broken arm into an even more grotesque position. His frail body convulses violently, sweat and blood slicking his emaciated form as he writhes in agony.

Mary's massive muscles flex and coil, her enhanced strength allowing her to manipulate Bob's limb with brutal precision.

"That's right, pet," she sneers, her enhanced voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Feel every pop, every tear of muscle and tendon."

Mary's powerful grip tightens around Bob's broken arm, her massive biceps bulging as she twists it into an unnatural position.

...to be continued (if you like)