Wife Training

[taoschild]

Erocha: Thanks for your comment. Originally, when I wrote this it was my intent to keep her with Mark all along but as I continued the story he somehow became more of an asshole then I intended. It's actually one of the reasons I abandoned the story. Now that I'm at the crossroads, there doesn't seem to be a path for his sudden metamorphosis into a good person.

Domination is not about violence, despite what people think. You CAN be kind and look scary as hell.

Amen to that. I never wanted her to be anything other than kind but I did want to boost her confidence.

[taoschild]

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[GLKnight]

As for her relationship with Mark, I'd love to see them getting back together (I recognize I mentioned earlier that she should leave him). It is just that it is hard to picture it somehow happening, as he is never nice to her during any part of the story we have available. On the other hand, this last chapter ends with her clearly stating her love for him ("wanting to be seen again"), so maybe there is a path after all. Would be nice if there was a way to make that believable, I would enjoy it more than her leaving...

I will point out, from a narrative perspective, that the idea that they remain cordial but separate or divorce is an option. Sometimes, couples just drift apart over time. And while it may be nice for them to try and make it work, sometimes the husband or wife (specifically Sarah, in this case) goes through too much and grows into a completely different person who doesn't necessarily need or want the other in their life anymore.

Just some food for though.

[taoschild]

Mark stood and backed away. A flicker of fear shot through him but he didn't say anything until he reached the door. He looked up at her, tears welling in his eyes. "I think I'll pass," he mumbled, "I just can't do it." He turned on his heel and left the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

A pang of sadness flickered across Sarah's face. The years of their relationship seemed to flash before her. It hadn't always been this bad. She remembered their first date, the nervous flutter in her stomach as they walked hand-in-hand. Back then, the world seemed full of possibilities. They had shared dreams and a comforting sense of belonging. But somewhere along the way, things had changed. She realized that she had changed too. She released a resolute sigh. She knew then that the chapter of her life with Mark was closed. Perhaps they could be friends someday but what to do in the present was a more pressing concern.

Stepping out of the steam-filled bathroom, Sarah's eyes immediately landed on a crumpled note lying on the dresser. Unfolding it, a single line cut through her – "Expect you out by tomorrow." Mark's name wasn't needed. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of anger and sadness.

The image of Mark with his threatened masculinity standing frozen in the doorway flashed in her mind. , It was a pathetic display. Briefly, a fantasy flickered – her, effortlessly pinning him to the floor, demonstrating exactly who held the power now. But that image quickly faded. This wasn't about vengeance. She needed to move forward.

With a sniffle, Sarah began packing. Clothes, toiletries, anything she could shove into hastily grabbed bags piled high in her car. The uncertainty of where she'd sleep that night gnawed at her, but a fire burned brighter – the fire of defiance.

As always when she was struggling, the place to relieve her tension was the gym. Tonight the gym wouldn't just be a workout; it would be a declaration of her new freedom.

It was already late by the time she got there. The darkness outside and the sparse crowd late in the evening felt different. Still, the familiar clang of weights welcomed her. Sarah had already worked out earlier that day, her body still buzzing from the usual routine. But tonight, she was going to go heavy - really heavy. She was going to push her limits harder than ever before.

Each iron plate added felt like a brick laid on the foundation of her new life. The familiar weight that once challenged her muscles now felt like a feather compared to the storm raging within. Tonight wasn't about sets or reps; it was about pushing her body to its absolute breaking point.

Grunts escaped her lips, fueled by the anger simmering in her belly. Glancing around, she saw a few curious stares directed her way, but she ignored them. Today, she was unstoppable.
As the gym began to clear out, Cord appeared at the doorway, a knowing look in his eyes. Gesturing for her to follow, he led her to his lab.

The door shut behind them, engulfing them in quiet privacy. Sarah finally let her guard down. The tears that she held back with such ferocity earlier, now streamed down her face. With a choked sob, she collapsed into Cord's arms, the immense muscles of her shoulders a stark contrast against his lean frame.

Cord held her tight, his touch a warm anchor in the storm brewing inside her. "He doesn't deserve you, Sarah," he murmured in a voice that vibrated against her ear. "Not even close."

Sarah's sobs softened against Cord's chest. "I don't know what I'm going to do," she confessed, her voice muffled against his shirt.

"You'll figure it out," Cord reassured her, his hold tightening slightly, casually stroking her muscles "You're stronger than you think, Sarah. Stronger than him, and frankly, stronger than most people I know. Stronger than me for gosh sakes."

She chuckled through a sniffle and he pulled back slightly to meet her gaze. "Listen," he began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I've had this... ahem, crush on you for a while now. Months, if I'm being honest. But with Mark in the picture..." He trailed off.

Sarah blinked, the revelation on top of Mark's departure catching her off guard.

"Look," Cord continued, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with a gentle thumb, "I know this isn't ideal timing, but..." He hesitated for a moment, then blurted, "There's a spare bedroom at my place. You could stay there, no strings attached. It'd give you time to figure things out. Would you like that?"

She nodded. Somehow despite her mountainous physique she managed to look vulnerable.

"Good. Also..." He reached into a hidden pocket in his gym bag, pulling out a small vial filled with a clear liquid. "This just hit the black market. It's supposed to be the best thing out there. An almost instant response. I was going to try it myself to keep up with you now that you've..." He gestured vaguely at her imposing form. "But honestly," he continued, his voice softening, "you seem like you could use it more right now. That feeling of strength and power. I know how it can change your mood."

A night on the streets seemed unfathomable. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Sarah met Cord's gaze. "Your place," she said, her voice rough with emotion. "And show me what that vial can do."

[erocha75]

Absolutely awesome chapter!! Can't wait for the next one!! Make her beyond-huge pleaseeee!!

PS From my perspective, it would be even better if she suffered no masculinization when she transforms with this new drug...

[Wookey]

Wonderful story. And a sensible transition to a post-Marriage life. K++++

[taoschild]

Absolutely awesome chapter!! Can't wait for the next one!! Make her beyond-huge pleaseeee!!

PS From my perspective, it would be even better if she suffered no masculinization when she transforms with this new drug...

I don't plan to make her more masculine but I still don't know where I'm going to go with this. I think it will be a loving relationship with Cord but maybe some desire for more control after her failed relationship with Mark. I'm seriously considering making all of her grow including her clit and having them do it with each other - that got the 2nd most votes in the survey.

[phil123]

Great again and happy to wait for the next chapter. Great that you include the 2 best votes in the story.

[erocha75]

Absolutely awesome chapter!! Can't wait for the next one!! Make her beyond-huge pleaseeee!!

PS From my perspective, it would be even better if she suffered no masculinization when she transforms with this new drug...

I don't plan to make her more masculine but I still don't know where I'm going to go with this. I think it will be a loving relationship with Cord but maybe some desire for more control after her failed relationship with Mark. I'm seriously considering making all of her grow including her clit and having them do it with each other - that got the 2nd most votes in the survey.

That seems like a great option as well!! Whatever you chose, I am sure it will be fantastic!!

[Wookey]

Yes to a loving and balanced relationship. 

[taoschild]

When they arrived at Cord's place he was a true gentleman. He gave her fresh towels and showed her to her room. She took a leisurely shower and then retired to her room where she wrestled on a pair of silken pajamas. Already, the fabric of the XLs was straining against the immensity of her form. It seemed that buying clothing was going to be a constant struggle for her in a world made for waif thin lesser beings.
A gentle rap on the door startled her out of her introspection.

"Come in," she rumbled in a husky somewhat unfamiliar voice. Cord peeked inside and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of the struggling giant. "You look..." he hesitated, searching for a word, "remarkable." He offered a small smile. "Beautiful, even."

"I needed to hear that. Thank you," she beamed.

"Just speaking the truth. No pressure, but would you like the injection?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper. "We can always do a raincheck if you're not up for it."

"No, I mean, God, yes. Give it to me," she responded. Discarding her silk pants with a careless toss, she stood clad only in her pajama top. The full, breathtaking expanse of her golden-tanned form lay before him. Cord nearly choked on his own breath. She was beauty and strength personified. Each glute was a perfect orb of tightly packed muscle gleaming under the soft light.

He cleared his throat. With trembling hands, he prepped the vial, the shimmering liquid within seeming to writhe with energy. "The recommended dose is 2mg."

"You know I don't do recommended doses," she chuckled. The frustration had vanished. She was once again entirely focused on size and strength. "I can take ten times that. I don't have side effects."

"But that's the whole bottle," Cord responded.

"Then so be it," she said leaning against an oak chair to give him full access.

Cord shook his head and prepared five needles. He then injected the first dose into the inside of her powerful glutes. The effects were immediate. A jolt of electricity shot through her. It felt as if a white-hot wave of power was surging through her. Her muscles convulsed. A guttural growl ripped from her throat and passed unwillingly through her lips.

Cord stepped back horrified. "Are you... Are you okay?"

She gritted her teeth and nodded. "Finish it!" Her voice was now commanding rather than pleading. As he complied, wave after wave of tingling sensations spread through her body. They radiated from the injection site and were followed by white-hot flares of pain.

Each time the pain intensified her colossal muscles began to swell further. Sarah's jaw muscles twinged as she gritted her teeth harder. Her body became a battleground between pain and power and she was determined to come out on the other side unscathed. With a series of sickening rips and tears, the pajamas shredded around her, and her muscles swelled forth.

The seams split first along her flared wings as if widening in anticipation that the rest of her muscles would need the space. Soon enough her biceps reached the crescendo of what the short sleeves could handle. In moments her traps and chest swelled and the fabric was nothing more than a distracting curtain. Sarah reached up and tore the rest of the distracting material and stood nude before Cord.

Despite the unworldly sight before him Cord hardly noticed. He was struggling with a different problem. Sarah's glutes had swelled and hardened so much that he was unable to penetrate the last needle through her skin even after a few attempts. It took a final hard punch with the final needle to pierce her skin.

Finally, finished, Cord sat back exhausted and looked up at the shimmering behemoth before him. Sarah, mid-transformation, had frozen in place with a look of surprised concentration etched on her face. Her body was already noticeably larger than it was moments ago seeming to take all of the space in his field of vision.

Soon, the sturdy oak chair that had supported her impressive form earlier creaked ominously. Then, with a resounding crack, one of the legs gave way, sending the chair tumbling backward and Sarah crashing onto the floor. Dust motes danced in the air. ​​When it settled, an unnatural stillness momentarily hung in the air.

Sarah broke the silence with a surprised chuckle. The sound rumbled through the room, shaking loose a few picture frames from the wall. ​​It sounded less like a human chuckle and more like the sound of raw power finding its voice.

[Wookey]

This is wonderful.... again. K+++++

[erocha75]

Hey, just to let our wonderful author know that it would be sooo great if we could get a continuation to this fantastic story!! It is sooo good!! Pls don't leave it unfinished!!

[taoschild]

Thank you, Erocha. I will post the conclusion soon. I've been working on the Female Muscle anthology which is now available for pre-order on Amazon:
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[erocha75]

Great news about the Anthology!! Already preordered!!

[taoschild]

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The sound snapped Cord from his reverie. But instead of fear, a scientist's fascination ignited in his eyes. He scurried around, grabbing a tape measure and taking frantic notes. He charted the circumference of her ever-widening biceps, her thighs, and her chest. Everything had grown inches upon inches, Her skin seemed stretched to the limit fighting to contain the explosive growth coursing through her veins.

Sarah sat on the floor as Cord flittled around her measuring her mass and oohing and awwing. The remnants of the liquid seemed to be still altering her form. Her abs writhed and churned, muscles crawled over other muscles in search of space. Veins, previously invisible beneath the surface, bulged like engorged cables. The definition between them deepened, carving canyons of shadow between the glistening peaks. The delicate indentation of her naval became a deep crater beneath the sheer volume of muscle displacing flesh.

The cleavage that had captivated Cord moments ago vanished entirely, replaced by a smooth, uninterrupted expanse of muscle. Each pectoral took on the shape of a dome of power. Beneath the glistening surface, her bone density had increased, knitting itself together into an unyielding lattice. Muscle fibers intertwined, becoming a living, breathing armor. She knew, with an unshakeable conviction, that bullets couldn't penetrate the muscle just beneath her skin.

For Sarah, the room itself began to feel like a dollhouse - a plaything for a child. She was now something else - a literal superhero walking the Earth. Trying to sit up, Sarah brushed against a bookshelf. The entire structure wobbled precariously, then toppled over with a deafening crash. Books rained down like oversized snowflakes, burying Cord under a papery avalanche. Sarah, momentarily stunned, gingerly pulled herself upright.

Reaching out to help Cord, Sarah completely misjudged her strength. She grabbed him by the arm, intending to pull him to his feet. Instead, her grip propelled him skyward like a human rocket. Cord let out a startled yelp as he soared towards the ceiling, his limbs flailing comically. He collided with a hanging plant, sending a cascade of dirt and greenery raining down on Sarah's head.

Cord finally descended, falling right into Sarah's outstretched arms. He coughed, wiping dirt from his eyes. "Maybe a gentler touch next time, Super Sarah?" he wheezed, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Sarah carefully lowered him to the floor. Suddenly, she felt a prick of pain in her ankle. Confused, she looked down to see a deep footprint embedded in the floor. She cautiously lifted her foot, wincing as she saw her toes were curled around a chunk of broken floor tile that had been pulverized into dust.

"Looks like you need to learn how to walk softly too, big guy," Cord chuckled, gingerly brushing himself off.

"I'm so, sorry," she breathed.

"It's nothing," he laughed. "Well, actually, it's flat out amazing."

This wasn't just about controlling her strength; it was about adjusting to a whole new reality where everyday movements could have explosive consequences.

As the burning sensation receded, Sarah surveyed the damage. Her clothes lay on the floor beneath her in tatters and she stood in front of Cord as God had created her. A blush crept up her neck, a human reaction in a new, inhuman form. But the vulnerability was fleeting. She didn't care. She flexed a newly monstrous arm and a wide grin split her face. It was as if a primal dominance along with the strength now vibrated through her core.

​​Catching her reflection in a shard of fallen mirror propped against the wall, Sarah gasped. The woman staring back was barely recognizable. For a moment, she wasn't sure who she was looking at. Then recognition dawned on her and she smiled at the beautiful behemoth in the mirror. Cord too was taken by the power of the woman in front of him.

Amidst her euphoria, a sharp pang of discomfort rippled through her lower core. Hesitantly, Sarah reached down, her fingers trembling as they grazed against an unfamiliar topography. A jolt of electric pleasure shot up her spine, causing her to gasp. Her clit had mirrored the immense growth of her body. It was enormous, pulsating with a vitality that seemed to defy logic and reason.  A mixture of shock and a strange sense of exhilaration washed over her.

Looking up, she met Cord's gaze with worry on her brow. His initial surprise quickly morphed into something akin to awe. He stepped closer, his breath hot on her powerful neck.

"Looks like there's... there's more to this drug than we thought," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of fascination and excitement. "You finally have a side effect. I like it. Shall we explore?"