Married Bliss

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Thanks everyone for the kind words. Always appreciated, and especially from authors of some of my favourite works. Now, before anyone gets too disappointed, I must warn you that not all the side effects will come to pass. Only those I happen to enjoy or I think are needed for a semblance of reality. With no further ado...

"It's a lot," she said. "You should take some time to think about it. We can talk about it more."

I cleared my throat. "I would need to subordinate my aspirations and needs to yours," I said quietly. I realised how it sounded as soon as I'd said it. Helen began to respond and this time I quickly cut her off "— and I'm fine with that."
She was surprised.
"If we keep going the way we are Helen, at best I will do what other men have done before me. But if I throw myself behind you, and you do what you are going to do, you'll redefine what it means to be a woman. Hell, you'll redefine what is humanly possible... I want to be a part of that."

Helen threw her meaty arms around me, squeezing me almost to death with joy, my ribs bowing and screaming with the pressure. She pulled back to look at me, her eyes ablaze with ... what? Excitement? Love? Lust? She ravaged me, her mouth mauling my face and neck as she pushed me back on the bed and climbed atop me. Two thick calloused fingers pushed into my mouth as Helen's throbbing hot vagina swallowed my cock. Her inner muscles pulsed and pulverised me as I sucked and licked her thrusting fingers and she lost herself in the ecstasy of our love-making.

She wrapped her legs around mine and reared back in a grapevine manoeuvre that pulled me further inside her while threatening to rip my legs out of their sockets. Torn between pleasure and pain, I instinctively grabbed her waist, my fingers grasping at her thick adonis belt as my hips futilely tried to thrust up or squirm away. Her weight was too much, her vein-splattered thighs too solid to move. But the thrashing of my body beneath her drove her over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm. Her huge upper body was suspended over me solely by the grapevine she'd applied, Helen crunched down into a terrifying most-muscular, her biceps, deltoids and traps exploding with monstrous size and definition, glistening with sweat and punctuated by hideous vascularity. Her lats swallowed up my whole visual field and my brain grew frenzied as I tried to take in the overload of muscle and sweat. Thick blue veins pulsed down her forehead as she screamed into my face, spittle flying from her luscious lips. I came so hard that, racked by pleasure, pain, terror and lust, I passed out.

The unconsciousness was probably momentary, though I couldn't be certain. My vision swam as I came to and tried to regain focus. I barely got ahold of my senses when wife's muscular pussy came down hard and fast on my face. I instinctively started to suck and lick her roid-fueled clit, my desperate lustful ministrations causing it to harden and throb further. It didn't take long to have Helen thrumming with pleasure. A moment later, I gasped and spluttered, as it seemed litres of her salty-sour she-cum splashed down my throat and over my face. I squirmed in her inadvertent muscle prison — unable to sit up or otherwise escape the sweaty confines of her hypertrophied thighs.

Helen slowly got off me and, wrapping her beefy fingers around my chin, pulled me up to kiss me. Then she got up and stumbled to the bathroom. I propped myself up to take in the assemblage of heavy limbs and torso in fantastic locomotion. She reached the door and looked around. "Coming?" she asked — more a command than a question.

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[giantgirl7foot2]

Loving these description! Great writing!

Also—at least one person is glad that not all side effects will show. 

[seldom]

I absolutely adore how solid and meaty and thick you make your women feel, the wife has a real mass to her that I can feel popping out of your words. I also love how casually, almost unintentionally brutal she is and how easily she hurts him with every movement, really makes me feel the husband is in danger and making love to her, even being kissed by her is a real painful workout all on its own!

[sevenpeight]

Thanks y'all. Next episode up:

We hadn't showered together in many years. I was surprised that Helen wanted to fool around again. She'd just had two riotous orgasms in a row. And I was worried I wouldn't be able to get it up again.

As it turned out, both concerns were unwarranted. As I entered the steaming shower, Helen handed me a loofa and a bar of soap. "My new body has a lot of ... canyons and valleys. Very hard to make sure they're all cleaned properly." Her eyes bore into me, sending a chill down my spine, "Do a thorough job." I stared at her magnificent hard body, jacked from head to toe, gleaming in the spray of the shower, steam lifting off her thick, hard, form.

I diligently got to work, exploring every inch of incredible muscularity. I lingered at her abs. "You may", Helen said, once more reading my mind. I grabbed her sides, my finger tips fondling the hard sculpted muscles of her back, not making the slightest dent in that armour plating. I marvelled at the supersized volume of the muscles, each exquisitely defined. My thumbs travelled over giant gnarled fingers of obliques . My tongue explored her delicious abs, eight tight buns of muscle popping down two rows from her heaving chest to her overdeveloped sex. As I travelled the deep channels between her abs, Helen laced her hands behind her head, creating a crown of huge balled biceps, and crunched forward, trapping my tongue. She grinned at my astonishment before letting go.

My member was rock hard again. I was like a teenager around her unbridled sexuality. "Your tongue feels nice on my hard body," Helen intoned. She pointed a toe and shook her massive thigh back and forth in hypnotic motion before snapping it to attention, causing feathered quads to strain in lurid detail. She pointed down at her feet. I bunched myself up in the space constraints of the shower cubicle and prostrated  myself as well as I could at her feet, sucking each toe in turn, licking the spaces in between them, dragging my tongue across her soles as she lifted one foot after the other.

"Good," she said simply as I finished. Still on my knees, I looked up at her magnificence.
"So," I said grinning, "you're not just content for me to be subservient to you. You're going to make me your bitch too huh?" 
Helen didn't crack a smile. She just grabbed a tuft of my hair in her fist and replied, "You already are my bitch." She turned around and gently but firmly pulled my face into her arse crack. My cock was painfully hard. I snaked my tongue as far into my wife's anus as I could, darting it in and out, circling her rim firmly, lapping and licking. Minutes later, I was rewarded by a long moan and a shudder. Helen released me and I collapsed onto all fours, gulping in lungfuls of air.

We emerged from the shower and I dried Helen before drying myself and collapsing into bed. Helen was already asleep and snoring loudly.

[QBikk]

"So," I said grinning, "you're not just content for me to be subservient to you. You're going to make me your bitch too huh?" 
Helen didn't crack a smile. She just grabbed a tuft of my hair in her fist and replied, "You already are my bitch." She turned around and gently but firmly pulled my face into her arse crack. My cock was painfully hard. I snaked my tongue as far into my wife's anus as I could, darting it in and out, circling her rim firmly, lapping and licking. Minutes later, I was rewarded by a long moan and a shudder. Helen released me and I collapsed onto all fours, gulping in lungfuls of air.

We emerged from the shower and I dried Helen before drying myself and collapsing into bed. Helen was already asleep and snoring loudly.

I have to say that I'm surprised by this. In a previous post, she asked him if he would be OK that she goes a step further and if he would support them. She showed care, love and attention at many times even if her goal is clear.
Now in this post, she seems careless (You already are my bitch...) and once she came, didn't show any attention so that he cums too.

Consistency is missing or you are switching to one of these stories where women are becoming careless about their men when growing, which would be a pity considering the start you have here.

Thanks for sharing.

[sevenpeight]

Hey Q, thanks for the feedback. It's too easy to miss one's mistakes and always a service to have others point out areas for improvement.

There were a few things going on here which should have been better described. The first is that Helen and her husband were almost role-playing in the shower, while groping their way towards a new equilibrium. Secondly, while there was no release for the husband, you'll recall they had both cum several times already. She was exhausted and, while he hadn't had his final release, so was he. (Might I suggest the male reader's perspective on the importance of release has placed slightly undue emphasis on this point, though I wholeheartedly accept the caring / uncaring point).

In any case, you will see more of Helen's emerging dominance. But I hope the coming instalments will convince your that the dominance is not careless or uncaring.

Here's a short filler before we get underway again.

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The next morning was a Saturday, and I woke up exhausted. My alarm had gone off and it was barely past daybreak. I rarely set my alarm on Saturdays and almost never so early. My phone buzzed with a message almost as soon as I'd hit the snooze button. I picked it and focused my bleary eyes on the message. "Come down to the kitchen. H."

I dragged myself out of bed and made my way downstairs. Beastly grunting and the sound of iron clanking rang out loudly from the garage. On the kitchen counter was a list. It set out requirements for breakfast and each of the five meals that came after it. I started cooking up the broccoli and chicken breast.

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Three hours later I was done with meal prep and had bustled the kids off to various pre-planned activities when Helen emerged into the kitchen. She was drenched in sweat, so much so that she left a wet trail behind her, as though she'd just emerged from a swimming pool. Her hair was plastered to her. Her skin was red and covered in garden-hose veins pumping like they were connected to an industrial-scale hydraulic motor.

"Kids?" she asked, barely able to speak, she'd driven herself so hard. "Fed and out with friends," I answered, putting down my cereal. She grunted in acknowledgement and walked over to me, the scent of her workout filling my nostrils.

Helen rolled her shorts down, revealing her bare sex. She'd gone commando. She lifted a gargantuan leg on to my chair, causing it to squeal in protest. Her swollen she-meat was pointing directly at me. It didn't seem quite as big as last night, and I realised with some awe that this might be its new "flaccid" state. Helen placed a small case down on the table next to me and unzipped it. There, inside, was a shiny new syringe and a full set of small vials. It was the new gear. The stuff that would take her to the next level.

Helen talked me through the process and pushed the case towards me. I filled the syringe and tested for air bubbles, willing my hands not to tremble. Helen pulled the lid of her labia back, further exposing her monster clit.

"It's not... usual... to inject, um, there, is it?" I asked meekly. Helen stared at me for a heartbeat. (A heartbeat during which my heart pounded several times as I damned my idiocy in questioning my muscle monster wife.) She leaned down towards me, the heat radiating off her now uncomfortably stifling. She grinned at me. "There is nothing 'usual' about me, my little bitch." She slowly ascended back to her full intimidating height.

I took her meat in one hand, causing it to twitch a little as Helen grunted. I plunged the syringe in and pressed down. Helen's whole body tensed up for several moments. Striations appeared upon striations. Dense vascularity multiplied. Then the rush and sting subsided.

[phil123]

Great chapter and I like the side effects of her new injection.

[crow004]

omg that was hot scene, short but incredibly intense! Can't wait to see what she has in store for him

[sevenpeight]

Thanks guys, glad you liked it. Don't forget to leave some Karma if you want to see more

Helen took her foot off my chair but didn't move any further. "Go on," she said, looking at me impassively. My heartbeat increased. I immediately took her into my mouth, licking and sucking hungrily. She moaned with pleasure and her head rolled back, looking like it was in danger of being  swallowed whole by overbearing traps.

"Well," Helen said languidly, rocking back and forth gently, "you might as well enjoy yourself." I looked up at her, unwilling to take my mouth off her hot, throbbing, meat. Above her thick armour-plated pectorals, she looked down at me and nodded. I quickly whipped my cock out and began frenetically stroking myself, moaning onto my wife's swollen clit with the visual overstimulation of her Herculean physique. I'd never touched myself in front of her. My sex life was accelerating off the charts.

Helen started really feeling it. She progressed from rocking gently on the balls of her feet to planting them firmly on the ground and thrusting her angular hips. She was firm but gentle at first. Then her pleasure grew and her hand found the back of my head, holding it fast as her rhythm increased. I tried to grasp her glutes to steady myself, marvelling at how impossibly hard and defined they were. Like bas relief carved from a rock wall. My attempts at kneading and grabbing at that dense jutting rock-face devolved to a frantic scrabble at its granite surface.

Helen's thrusts achieved a new level of urgency as she grunted, smashing her she-meat into my mouth faster and faster. Her free hand found her pussy and she began violently plunging her fingers in and out as her hips continued jerking back and forward. Just as I'd never touched myself in front of Helen, I'd never seen her touch herself. I ogled her abs as her thrusts caused them to contract and bulge into angry fists of condensed musculature, punching out from her shredded waist.

"Yeah!" she yelled, fingering herself faster and faster. For most of our marriage, Helen had been quiet in bed, muffling the odd moan into a pillow. Recently, the moans and groans had become audible and the her climaxes more so. But never before had either of us engaged in dirty talk. Now Helen let loose with a torrent of foul-mouthed excitement. "Yeah bitch!" she exclaimed, leaning into me "I'm gonna fill you up with my she cock!" Her fingering got louder, wet slapping sounds joining the pounding that was already reverberating in my ears. "You fucking love it, you pussy. Suck on momma's big meat you little man whore!"

I couldn't take anymore. I orgasmed and groaned in pleasure, closing my mouth around her throbbing clit and coating her thighs with my cum. Helen's thrusts began to get longer and deeper. I concentrated on covering every inch of every surface of her powerful tool with strong strokes of my tongue. Helen's thick fingers were now permanently embedded inside her sex as she bashed her clit into me over and over.

Her orgasm thundered down on us as she roared and splashed great globs of her cum down on me. Her muscles were pumped to a degree I'd never seen before — jacked up distorted by her ferocious pump.

[Del4]

Thank you, love this story, brilliantly written and I can imagine myself in his place. Prefer her talk when she is not calling her husband 'little man'.

[sevenpeight]

Thanks del4 and everyone for the karma. Here's a short instalment before thinks ramp up in the next chapter.

She grunted with satisfaction, stepped out of her shorts and sat down to devour a mountain of food, naked from the waist down and creating a messy pool of cum on her chair and the floor around it. She was oblivious to all but the fuel she was shovelling into her hungry muscle factory.

I quietly cleaned up the mess around her and packed away the steroids. Hot as the episode had been, as excited as I'd been,
I was now terrified the kids would come back and find the evidence of what had gone on in their absence.

Helen seemed unfazed by the prospect, bathed in supreme confidence regarding everything she did. It was a mode of life I soon adapted to. And while Helen's self confidence was a comfort to me too, I could never quite dismiss the niggling fear of our children being scandalised — so I stashed extra clothes and cleaning products everywhere I could, in the kitchen, garage, bathroom, laundry. I was ever-ready for a lightning clean-up operation. The CIA could have hired me as a black-ops sanitation man.

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Over the next 10 years, Helen went from a yoked muscle beast to a mind-bending impossibility of quivering hypermuscularity. Every part of her that was not muscle was dedicated to building and supporting muscle — her brain, skeleton, tendons and ligaments, digestive system, airways and most visibly, most intimidatingly, her circulatory system. Veins crawled over mounds of muscle, pulsing and throbbing menacingly.

Some of the physical side effects that we'd talked about all those years ago had come to pass. Helen's voice was now a deep gravelly rumble — like a diesel semi bearing down on you. There was a mild rash of acne across her back — not too bad. The hairline had held up reasonably well. With a lot of laser hair removal, the bodily hair growth had been suppressed, leaving behind a smooth unobstructed view of paper thin skin stretched to near transparency over heaving muscles. Then there was the predicted skeletal calcification. It was most evident in the jawline. Helen's jaws had been pretty normal. Now they were great angular protrusions — the powerful jaws of an apex predator.

In the usual course of things, the kids had moved out of home. While most parents either miss their kids terribly or can't wait to have time to themselves, I was simply relieved that at the end of the constant concern about the kids walking in on Helen juicing, walking around naked, ravaging me, or playing with herself. The increases in her libido were particularly noticeable, having kept pace with her growing muscularity. I'd frequently walk into a room to find her ramming a dildo, vibrator, or her own powerful fingers, into herself. She was hornier than a teenage boy. Aside from eating and exercising, it was the only thing she seemed to do while awake.

[Del4]

Super sexy last section - hope this great story is continuing

[bertmacklinsbrother]

Excellent story; I'm completely hooked!  Helen is becoming a true dream wife and I hope the role reversal and changes continue!

Nice work.