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What A Strange Day

Written By: SteeleBlazer

What a strange day today was.

I am completely drained. I mean that both figuratively and literally and in so many more ways than just one. Sure, I’m exhausted, worn down and battered and bruised from the weirdest, strangest, and yet the best sex I’ve ever experienced. I was used and abused and subjugated and dominated. I’ve always been the one in charge, in total control, and I must admit strange as all that was, I actually kind of enjoyed it. And now as I lay in bed next to my beautiful buff and extremely massive and muscular girlfriend, I cannot help but think about the strangeness that just transpired.

She’s asleep next to me in a postcoital bliss, her thick muscular arm is draped across my chest, hugging me tightly against her firm rock-solid body. The way she holds me tight, I’ve never felt the firmness of her body before, that’s because until just a few hours or so ago she didn’t have that hard muscular body of hers. I thought it would feel gross or strange, but it feels oddly sensual in a way I’ve never felt.

I feel small, a feeling I’ve never felt since in my entire adult life. But, that’s because I am now small. It’s strange. I used to be taller than her, not anymore. I also used to have big, burly, manly muscles... But, those are gone too. She’s taken them, and now she’s got big, beefy, muscles that are bulging all over the place on her fantastically engorged gorgeous muscular body. I would have thought it would be disgusting to be with a woman this massive and muscular. But, feeling her arm against my chest, with how brawny and thick it is and how snug she is holding me in its grip, I just feel wonderful. Wonderfully small, weak and petite, but I feel loved and that just makes me feel tingly all over.

 And I cannot help but keep thinking about the strange, strange events that transpired this strange day. Try as I can I just can’t shake them from my mind. Really only fitting in a way, as my whole world was just shaken, and I’m not talking about the way my wife mounted and rocked me during our intense love session. She was pounding me so hard I thought the bed, or my hip might break, or both! As I said a whole lot of shaking going on and today’s events have shaken me to the very core of my being, shaken my whole world, and the very essence of what I thought it meant to be a man. It all goes back to the beginning, and I still keep thinking about it over and over again and again.

It was a day like any other, completely unremarkable, until of course the strangest most remarkable thing happened. I walked into my house after a long day at work, ready to unwind and relax. Everything was just as it always was, nothing out of the ordinary, until I saw my wife holding a strange device. When I asked her what she had there, she just smiled mischievously and turned it on.

Suddenly, the room was filled with weird and strange lights and flashes of colors I'd never seen before. My head started to feel dizzy, and I felt a weird sensation all over my body. The whole world seemed to be getting bigger, and my wife especially seemed to be getting bigger as well. I wanted to run, but I barely had the strength to stay upright.

It was strange, but it was like I was shrinking, getting smaller by the second, while my wife was growing taller and more muscular. I tried to back away, to escape the strange device's effects, but I felt so strange and numb, and so very, very tired and drained. More tired than any shift at the factory ever left me feeling, except for maybe when I pulled a double shift perhaps.

No, there was no escaping this strange fate that was to befall me. I was helpless and as I kept on shrinking and my manliness dwindled inside me, I could only watch in shock and awe, as she continued to grow taller and taller, her muscles bulging and expanding all over her body. Her clothes started to strain and stretch, unable to contain her growing frame, until they finally ripped apart, leaving her in tattered rags. Her dress was torn to shreds, and still she kept on growing taller and bigger and more muscular and stronger. Her bra became so tight that by the end, its straps tore and snapped, and the bra itself popped off her chest like a rubber band, leaving her breasts fully exposed and bouncing with each movement.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing. My wife, who was once petite and delicate, was now a towering, muscular giantess. Her biceps bulged and swelled with raw primal muscular power and were the size of bowling balls, her thighs were as thick as tree trunks, and her shoulders were wider than a doorframe.

I remember just standing there, shrunken, scared and shivering. While the room wasn’t so cold, I was positively chilled, and the fact that my jeans had fallen down to my ankles only made it even colder for me still. I didn’t know what to do. What could I do. I could only watch as she laughed and flexed her muscles and pumped them over and over again. Then she just smiled that mischievous smile at me. I wanted to run, but before I could even react, she had grabbed me in a headlock and was squeezing and crushing me with those burly arms of hers.

She just laughed and laughed and laughed, all while giving me a few squeezes. While I didn’t find it funny, she sure did, and she just kept on laughing and squeezing me, until she got bored and wanted to try out another hold. She spun me around and let me go, causing me to spin and twirl. And around and around I twirled, I felt like a crumbled newspaper caught up in the wind, only I was a shrunken waif of a man, caught up and mangled and manhandled and mauled by the muscular might of my wife.

I was still spinning when she lifted me up in the air and then brought me back down into her arms, all while giving me a big squeeze and an even bigger kiss. Both the kiss and the bear hug left me breathless, struggling to catch my breath. I would have thought it strange if you would have told me that I would be left breathless by my muscular wife after she just robbed me of all my size and strength, I’d have called you crazy. But, you better believe that I’m not crazy when I tell you, that’s exactly what happened.

Still holding me in those beefy arms of hers, she gave me another hard squeeze and one last deep kiss. Her tongue bullied my own as it moved and wrestled against mine. She kissed me in a way she’d never kissed me before. She was forceful, she was dominant, and she was in control. Her tongue pushed mine around dominating and bullying it with her lusty and aggressive kiss. It was a strange kiss, and it all felt so strange to me, it felt wrong. And yet, it also felt oh so right.

After the kiss which once again left me breathless and gasping, I caught her sly smug smile, and without even letting me properly catch my breath, she plopped me down into a chair and demanded that we arm-wrestle. I didn't want to, but I figured I didn't have a choice. When I locked hands with hers, she gave my hand a squeeze and I heard my joints pop and crunch. She laughed as I let out a high-pitched squeal and she coyly asked if she was squeezing too hard.

Before we began, she made me use both my arms against her one. Even then, I couldn't budge those burly arms of hers, and she easily won. She didn't slam my hand onto the table but rather basically tossed me right out of my seat and on top of the table. I didn't have time to process the humiliation of my defeat, nor did I have time to properly realize just how strong my wife had become, and consequently, how weak I now was, as she scooped me up and cradled me in her burly, brawny arms and gave me a kiss, before carrying me to the bedroom and tossing me onto the bed.

That's when she ripped off all my clothes. I didn't need them to be ripped off. I was so scrawny I could have easily slipped out of them, but my wife wanted to show off her strength. She ripped the remaining clothes off me before she flexed and gave me an up-close look at her new muscular body. I couldn't help but feel intimidated by her, but at the same time, I was also incredibly turned on. I'd never seen such a hunk of a woman before, muscular and strong yet still feminine and beautiful. Her body was a work of art, every muscle perfectly defined and sculpted. I couldn't help but express my feelings of fear and lust seeing her with those bulging muscles.

I did so in a way all too familiar to every man and to myself. And yet, on this strange day, that rock-hard erection of mine felt a bit strange too. I’d never been so turned on, and yet I’d also never been more afraid. I was scared stiff!

It might sound strange, but I’d never found her more beautiful, and I’d never been more attracted and turned on by her. And this also might sound strange, but I wasn’t really upset with her stealing those muscles of mine, as I could tell they were certainly not wasted on her at all. I never wanted her so badly in my entire life, and the first thought I had was how much I wanted her to take me.

That’s right. I didn’t want to take her. I wanted her to take me, to ravish me, to love me, to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before in my entire life. And that is just what happened. It was the strangest sex I’ve ever had. I’ve heard of snu snu before, but I never actually thought I’d experience it. I was a big strong man.

But, not anymore. Now I was just a wimpy little waif of a man. And my wife just used and abused me, hugged, crushed, and squeezed me, while she teased and pleased me in such sensual carnal delights that I never knew could exist. I was just a toy to her, and she used me in ways that were strange and alien.

But, mostly... She just pounded the ever loving heck out of me with those muscular hips of hers. And while I’m not much of a man anymore, I’m proud to say, that I was man enough to withstand all the battering and assault she wrought on me with that muscular pussy of hers. I took a licking and I kept on ticking... Well... actually I guess I kept on licking and so did my wife too. It was so strange and so surreal and such a delight.

But, it left me worn out and drained. Just like how that strange device left me drained....

And that was my strange day. Almost unbelievable, and it would be completely unbelievable if it wasn’t true. But, while it was all so very strange, it was true. If you don’t believe me, that’s fine, because I really couldn’t believe it all was happening when it did, and it all happened to me.

Strange as all of that was, I couldn’t believe it then, but now as she is holding me tight against her gorgeously engorged muscular body, I do believe it now. I’ve never felt this strange feeling that I feel now. I feel small... And I feel weak... But, I also feel safe, and protected, and while humbled by this experience, I don’t feel humiliated, and I don’t feel any less of a man. Because, I can tell by the way my wife is holding me, that she loves me.

I feel loved and I no longer care that I am weaker than my wife. She’s more than strong enough for the both of us, and this just means I’ll never have to open another pickle bottle for her. But, really truthfully, I don’t know what this all will mean going forward. I sense a change in our relationship power dynamic, things will no longer be the same. But, if it means more experiences like today, with snu snu level sex. Well, let me just say this... That’s alright by me, because as battered and bruised as I am, it was without a doubt the BEST sex I’ve ever had.

Part of me thinks, today I just got lucky to survive. I just hope I’m man enough to survive and that my wife doesn’t turn out to be too much woman for me to handle. I’m looking forward to rising to the challenge. Strange as it might sound, I’m excited for what the future has in store for us. I never knew or could imagine being weaker than my wife, but strange as it sounds, I love her being stronger than me.

And you might find it strange for me to admit that, but I truthfully wouldn’t want it any other way.

I am a weakling, sissified bitch... But, you know what... I like it!

Strange I know, but that’s just what a strange day today truly was.