Her Muscles Grew On Me (short story) (Patreon)

I didn’t always like my wife’s big, strong, bulging muscles.

But, I guess you could say her muscles grew on me... That’s one way to put it.

Now, I absolutely love my wife’s Mighty Female Muscles now and I can’t seem to keep my hands off them. I'm always touching, feeling, and squeezing those rock-hard muscles of hers. Nothing feels better than running my hands across her rigid and rippled abdominals, or sliding my hands across her sleek sculpted thighs.

I just love cupping her beefy biceps with my hands, I have big hands, but her biceps are too big that I can’t even fit both of my hands around them. And when she flexes her biceps erupt with all her unbridled raw feminine strength and I can feel that power bursting in my hands.

It just feels great.
Feeling her hardbody, gets me a hardbody as well... Or at least gets a certain part of mine hard.
I don’t know what it is, but to me feeling my wife's massive muscles just feels right.

But... I didn’t always think so.

I didn’t think muscles belonged on women, let alone on my wife. She used to be so skinny and so small. Believe it or not I used to be bigger and stronger than her...
Obviously, that is no longer the case.

I think at first, I was intimidated by her big, brawny muscles. It was quite the shock seeing my wife for the first-time with all that bulk and all that beefcake packed on that once petite frame of hers. Too see all those massive muscles of hers bulging and swelling, those thick throbbing veins, and the striations from her muscular sinews that rippled with each and every move that she made. My wife was always gorgeous, but now she was gorgeously engorged with thick beefy muscles.

And I won’t lie; I found it all very emasculating. For more than one reason, I felt belittled by my wife’s Mighty Female Muscles... Standing next to her, I felt small, I felt, puny, I felt tiny, and I felt weak. And for good reason, because next to my wife I was all those things. I am small, I am puny, I am tiny and I most certainly am weak. But it wasn’t always this way.

It wasn’t just the shock of seeing my wife’s new massively muscular physique that frightened me. Part of the fear that felt came from my foolish belief that muscles belonged on men. That muscles were masculine and one hundred percent wholly unfeminine. But, upon looking at my wife as she stood before me flexing those Mighty Female Muscles of hers, it was such an impossible sight, and she never ever looked better than what she did right there. She loomed over me and looked both literally and figuratively larger than life and the feelings that she stirred within me were an intoxicating mixture of lust, dread, envy and anticipation.

I didn’t know what she was going to do. You see our marriage was on a rough patch, and I didn’t know if she was going beat me, or kiss me. With those muscles of hers, I knew she could whatever she wanted. I knew I didn’t have the strength to fight or resist her, and the more I saw those muscles of hers, the more I found them irresistible. They were lustrous and positively glistened, and I knew the hard work that went into creating them, and I also knew just how strong those muscles of hers were.

Standing there that day in front of her, I never felt so small, weak and helpless. I also was never more turned on. Seeing her with that hulking muscular physique, it was like I was seeing my wife for the very first time, because in a way I was.

Some people say “love can make you strong”, and others say “love makes you weak”. For me and my wife both are equally true.

You see I never knew how much my wife loved my big, strong, strapping muscles. Sure, I had an inkling of how much she liked them. She would fawn over my muscles, much like how I fawn over hers now, and I could tell by the looks that she gave me, that she wanted and desired my rock-hard physique.

She wanted it all right, and she got it.
And by that, I mean, as strange and as impossible as this sounds, she literally got it.

Someway, somehow, she stole my size and strength. All my big, strong manly muscles, became her massive Mighty Female Muscles. I didn’t think it was possible, but as impossible as it was, there she was looming over me with the hulking physique that used to be my own. To make matters worse, I was smaller and weaker than what she even used to be.

I don’t know how it happened, I just know one night I went to bed and everything was fine and the way it should be... Next thing I know: my underwear doesn’t quite seem to fit right and it’s a chore to just stand up and walk halfway across the room, and my wife is now standing in front of me taking up the entire doorframe. In fact, she’s wider and taller than it.

So while I don’t know much, I knew that those were my muscles... At least they use to be, and by the way she was smiling that lecherous grin of hers, I also knew I was never, ever going to get them back. But, what I didn’t know was just what she had in store for me.

Would it be pleasure or pain?

I haven’t been the best husband of late, and some might call me a bad boy. And I just feared what kind of punishment she had in store for me. I knew I didn’t have the strength to resist her, all my strength was now her strength, and she was stronger than I ever was.

Lucky for me... Or as lucky a person can be who has had their physical stature literally stolen from them, my wife seemed more interested in pleasure. But, that doesn’t mean there wasn’t at least some pain.

She took me into those thick brawny arms of hers, and held my quivering form close to her, and crushed me into her body as she gave me the deepest and strongest kiss I ever had in my life. I was already weak in the knees to begin with, but when her lips touched mine, and her powerful chest smashed itself into my body, I just melted. I swooned over her power, passion and strength.

I’ve never been kissed like that before, and as soft as my body now was, a part of me was still just as hard as ever. And as small and weak as my muscles now were, my most important muscle was still just as large and as strong as ever... In fact, maybe even a little bigger and stronger. Strange as it may sound, I do think while I shrunk elsewhere, I might actually be a bigger man where it counts.

She kept kissing me, and kissing me, her tongue pressing itself, forcing itself deeper and deeper down into my throat, as she kept squeezing me, and crushing me in her muscular embrace, harder and harder. My cock started throbbing, and throbbing as it too kept growing harder and harder with every squeeze. I felt as if I was going to pop in more ways than one.

That night was a whirlwind of passion and my wife was the storm. I was helplessly trapped in her muscular embrace and she used and abused me however she so desired. And let me tell you, her desire was insatiable. Every which way she could she fucked me, she rode me, she crushed me, she squeezed me, and she sucked me. Let me just tell you, she left me feeling drained in more ways than just one.

She manhandled and mauled me all the while loving me in a way that I never experienced. I was helpless in her strong sturdy hands, she dominated and controlled me, she kissed and she crushed me, she fucked and she squeezed me, and I just wanted more, more, MORE!

I was never use to being overpowered, and it was strange to be manhandled by my wife. Huge hulking muscles or not, it’s still very, very strange... Only, I don’t think it should be called manhandled, but rather: WOMAN-HANDLED. And that is what she did to me for that entire night. I was in her control and there was nothing I could do but submit to her superior muscular might and her insatiable lust.

I must have gone over every inch of her body with my tongue that night, certain areas of course I went over multiple times. My hands likewise with my tongue did the same as I went over all the hard sensual muscular contours of her body. I'd never felt a body like hers before. Her body was hard like burnished steel, and yet so soft to the touch. I just couldn’t stop touching and rubbing and squeezing those big, bulging, beefy muscles of hers. I’ve never, ever, felt anything so damn good.

It was love at first feel, and both my wife and I lost ourselves to lust that night. And while it was without a doubt the best damn sex I’ve ever had in my entire life, and the single best damn night of my life. But, I was battered and bruised from all the muscle loving that I was subjected too. I was battered and bruised, and certain parts of me were beaten black and blue, and other more private parts were rubbed raw. But, it all hurt so damn good. All those bumps and bruises are a price I’d gladly pay for the best damn sex ever.

In fact, and I know some of the men out there might not believe me. But, I actually think that my wife stealing my muscles, was the best thing to ever happen to me and to our relationship. I always loved my wife, but I took her for granted. So, she decided to take something from me, something that I as a man always took for granted.

My physical superiority.
And thus, having our sizes reversed, she had the power and the strength to save our relationship. She had the strength to make me once again realize just how much I truly love her.

At first when I had lost all my muscles, I was worried about not being “man enough”, but the countless moans of pleasure and shrieks of ecstasy that erupted from my wife’s lips were testament that I needn’t worry about that. And I won’t lie upon seeing my wife’s massive Mighty Female Muscles, I was worried that she might have lost some of her femininity. But, let me tell you all, she is all woman and so much more. As I’ve never, ever been loved like how she loved me. She loved my brains out all night long.

In fact, during that first night as she was loving me and crushing me the way she does, I thought she might be too much woman for me to handle. With all the grinding and riding, there were times I was afraid I might break in two, or another part of mine might break off. But, I weathered that frenzied storm of muscular passion of hers and every bit of pain was worth it.

That night I realized there was more to being a man, than just being big and strong. That night I also learned just what kind of a woman my wife truly is. She’s a strong, dominate, caring and loving woman. Very, very, very loving. I don’t know what it is, but ever since she stole my size and strength, she’s had this fire within her. It burns so hot that it consumes the both of us.

I’ve never had more sex than what I do now, in fact if anything I might be getting too much sex. As the lovemaking sessions can be quite exhausting, and bruising... Not just to my ego, as it’s still a bit strange to be lifted and tossed around like a rag doll by your wife.

Strange, but so, so, so exciting and thrilling. Now whenever she is close to me, I cannot help but quiver in anticipation for when she might take me in those mighty arms of hers and crush me to her muscular bosom and just kiss me breathless and love me senseless.

The only thing I love more than touching and feeling my wife’s massive meaty mighty female muscles is my love for her. And I count my blessings that my wife had the strength to fight for our relationship, as it's never been stronger, and I have no doubt it would have went down the drain if not for her draining me of my size and strength. That act truly was a blessing in disguise, as both of us have never been happier.

I’m so glad that I was able in my small way; give her all the strength she needed. I was scared and intimidated by her Mighty Female Muscles at first, but as I said before her muscles grew on me… Well, rather they literally grew from me. But, I was weak and I squandered my size and power. It all was wasted on me.

But, it’s not wasted on my wife. She’s more than enough woman than any man could ever want, and she’s so much stronger than I ever was.

Some men might be worried about being smaller and weaker than their wives or girlfriends. I say that those men are truly weak. For I have never felt more loved and stronger than what I do, than when my wife holds me close and tells me that she “loves me”. It gives me all the strength I ever will need.

Besides... I think my muscles look better, and feel better on her, than what they ever did on me.