PHYSICAL RELAXATION




Jenny's husband had bought himself an exercise bench and a set of weights
about a year ago, he told her he wanted to keep fit and that it was a good way
of working off the frustrations of the day. But as usual, he had got bored
with it after a few weeks, leaving it to collect dust in the spare room. She
suspected he was getting "stress relief" elsewhere. Taking a leaf from his own
book, she began heaving the weights about herself, not in any particularly
controlled manner, simply lifting more and more weight until her anger
subsided. She came to the conclusion it actually helped, and it certainly
improved her body tone and her stamina. Her husband didn't notice any change
but her friends did, and she drew admiring glances when she walked into the
village. She had hoped her husband would see the improvement and stop shagging
his secretary and come back to her, but he didn't. She got some books about
weight training and worked harder and harder, no longer just hoisting the
weights aloft, she was now exercising her whole body. She bought more weights
as she grew stronger, and began to admire the muscles in her arms and legs as
they grew. Her breasts, always large, now jutted out in front of her without
the need for support. Her shoulders were wider, her waist more solid than it
had ever been. Her frustration at the way her husband ignored her merely
fuelled her training.

Pete came home that evening at around six, they were going for a meal with
friends and she was just about to wash her hair. She wore a bath-robe over bra
and knickers and was filling the sink when he popped his head around the
bathroom door.

"I can't make dinner tonight, I've got to go back to the office to finish some
paperwork. You'll be all right on your own with the Walkers won't you?" He
didn't wait for an answer and went into the bedroom.

"You're seeing that fat secretary of yours again, aren't you?" She stood in
the doorway of the large bedroom, hands on hips.

"From the way you've been filling out just lately, you shouldn't call anyone
fat! And anyway, I have a deadline to meet, and that's that." Jenny was
furious, and she stormed across the room, grabbing him by his arm and spinning
him round.

"I've had enough of your fooling around, you're coming with me tonight, and
you're not working late anymore."

"Don't start throwing your weight around dear, I just might put you over my
knee and tan your flabby arse for you." They glared at each other; he
confident that she would back down; she realising that if anyone was going to
get their arse slapped it wouldn't be her. Even barefoot she was no more than
an inch shorter than him, and since she had started exercising she had put on
over forty pounds. And none of it was fat! She had lost a few inches from her
hips, but her waist measurement was the same as before, although it was firmer
now. Her bust looked the same when she was dressed, but she was a 42C now
instead of a 38DD. And her upper arms, which had started to get flabby, now
measured a rock solid 15 inches. She could lift the barbell her husband used
to use with one hand. She smiled and put her hand on his chest.

"You wouldn't hit a poor defenceless woman would you?" she asked, fluttering
her eyelashes at him. Before he could answer she pushed him violently and he
rocketed back, crashing into the wall. She stood waiting with her hands
resting casually on her hips as she watched his face turn purple. He rushed
toward her, hands outstretched. He crashed into her but she barely moved, one
leg behind her absorbed the full force of his rush. Before he got a proper
hold on her she had her arms around his waist and was lifting him off the
floor. One shrug of her powerful shoulders left him dangling a foot in the air
and then her arms crushed him. He gasped as her strength took his breath away,
his hands pushed at her shoulders to no effect. After less than thirty seconds
his head slumped to rest on hers, and she released him. His legs were like
jelly and he clung to her for support. She pushed him against the wall and
held him there with one strong hand and ripped his shirt away from his chest,
leaving a few tatters hanging. He started struggling again and she pulled him
to the middle of the room and turned him round. Despite all his efforts to
stop her she easily bent both his arms up behind his back and held them there
with one hand.

"Right," she said, pulling his head back with her free hand. "Guess who's
going to get their arse slapped." She reached round and unfastened his
trousers. Each time he struggled she pressed his arms higher up his back. She
kneed him at the back of his knees and pressed down on his shoulder. Before he
knew it he was kneeling on the floor with his face pressed firmly against the
carpet, and she was pulling his trousers and shoes off. She slapped his thighs
gently and watched them wobble. Hers were bigger and more muscular.

"You're out of condition, Pete, you should try working out." Then she hit him
hard. Again and again. When she stopped he wasn't struggling and she shoved
him over on his back and stood astride him. She watched his face as she
stripped off. He went pale when he saw her body, no wonder he had been
helpless in her hands. She had transformed her generously proportioned
five-ten frame into that of an Amazon. He watched in disbelief as her biceps
flexed as she took her bra off to leave her breasts firmly pointing forward,
despite their size. She crouched down and gripped him under his arms and
lifted him easily. His hands held her upper arms and his eyes went wide as he
felt the powerful muscles bulge beneath his fingers. She lifted all 163lbs of
him off the floor and he hung there, helpless as a child. "I'm too strong for
you, dear. You had better behave from now on." She lowered him to his feet and
grabbed the back of his neck with her left hand, pulling him round so that he
hung below her down turned face in a classic pose from some romantic movie.
Except he was in the helpless woman's place, and his wife had taken on the
role of the mighty male conqueror. Which, he supposed, she was. She had
conquered him easily with her mighty muscles. She reached down and felt his
erection through his boxer shorts, a glint in her eye. He saw no sign of
effort in her face as she tugged at the waistband, but she ripped them from
his body as though they were made of paper. She held his cock in her strong
hand. "This is mine, no one else touches it!" He nodded, fearful of what his
powerhouse wife could do to him. And yet, he was now waiting for her to do
whatever she wanted to him. His left hand reached up to tentatively feel her
upper arm. He could not believe the size of it, or how solid it was. She saw
the look in his eye and clenched her fist and flexed her arm. He swallowed
deeply as her biceps swelled to a size that frightened him.

"Follow me," she said, and walked off towards the spare room where his weights
were kept. "Try lifting that," she pointed at a dumbbell on the floor. He
tried, with both hands, and managed to lift it to waist height, but no
further. She took it off him and held it with one hand. "There's more weight
here than you ever lifted, and this is easy for me." She emphasised the point
by raising and lowering it without drawing breath. He could only stare open
mouthed at her upper arm as it flexed each time she raised the 75lb weight.
She reached down and gripped his stiff cock in her strong hand, using it to
pull him right up in front of her. She dropped the weight on the floor and
shifted both her hands around to his fleshy buttocks and squeezed. He winced,
he was still tender there from the beating she had given him earlier.

"Get dressed or we'll be late." He stared at her broad back as she walked off,
surely she wasn't going to leave him in this state of arousal. It only took
him a few seconds to climax, such was the state she had left him in. He
dressed carefully, making sure he was smart enough to impress her, the last
thing he wanted to do was annoy her by being untidy. At the restaurant the
Walkers were surprised to see him and he shrugged, not knowing how to explain
his sudden re-appearance on the social circuit. All went well and they said
their goodnights and made their ways home, Pete somewhat quiet and unable to
look his wife in the eye. Without any distractions he was unable to think of
anything except the fact that his wife was stronger than him. Not just a
little bit, but much stronger than him. He followed her into the house and
stood nervously in the front room while she poured drinks for both of them.
She had already drunk more than usual, and from the size of the measure she
poured herself, she had every intention of getting drunk. He watched her
nervously. She walked around the room chattering on about anything and
everything, he just muttered agreement whenever she looked at him. He couldn't
help noticing how well she moved, the dress she wore had always been tight on
her, but now it showed her body to perfection. He hadn't noticed earlier, but
it looked very much like she was naked underneath it. If he hadn't seen her
naked earlier he would have said it was impossible for her breasts to remain
as firmly jutting forward without the aid of a bra. She had stopped talking
and he realised she was watching him as he stared at her chest. She put her
empty glass down and walked slowly towards him. He started to back away and
she laughed, beckoning him to her with her finger. Two long strides and she
had him in her arms, crushing his ribcage remorselessly and kissing him,
forcing his head back. Even after his whisky the strength of her breath
shocked him, she had certainly had a hefty shot of vodka. Just when he thought
his chest was going to collapse, she released him and shoved him violently
across the room. He crashed into the sofa and sprawled on his back and rolled
onto the floor. He climbed to his knees and looked fearfully at his wife who
was taking a swallow of vodka straight from the bottle. He was beginning to
worry now, she was stronger than him, and probably none too happy with the way
he had been behaving these past seven or eight months. And she was getting
drunk. She might forget how strong she was! He started to rise but she was on
him, pulling him up by his lapels.

"Things are going to be different from now on," she leered at him. "I'm too
fucking strong for you to stop me doing anything I want." She spun round and
slammed him against the wall with shocking force, she was definitely drunk,
and he was frightened of her. He tried to fend her off but she spun him round
and pulled his jacket off.

"Please, Jenny, don't hurt me," he sobbed, as she ripped his shirt from his
back. She pulled both his arms up behind his back and held them with one hand
as she had earlier that evening, and unfastened his trousers and pushed them
down to his knees. Releasing his arms she pressed down on his shoulders until
he was on his knees and stepped over his shoulder with one leg. Gripping him
by the hair, she lifted her dress and thrust his face between her legs.
Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around her solid thigh and set about
licking her. She lifted her dress over her head and after a few minutes
dropped her solid weight onto him, crushing him to the ground beneath her. He
cried out in pain as his left leg was bent badly under his crumpled body. She
sat astride his waist and reached for his cock. When she felt it she glared at
him, the pain had caused him to lose his erection.

"I'm sorry, Jenny." he sobbed, fearful of what she would do to him.

"Let's just cuddle for a while," she slurred. The vodka was really having an
effect on her now. She lurched to her feet and pulled him roughly up by his
arms. She laughed as he almost squealed in pain as her arms crushed his waist
and she lifted him almost two feet off the floor. He gripped her bulging arms
and tried to prise them away from him. He forgot his twisted leg, and the feel
of her powerful muscles and strong body was enough to arouse him, despite, or
perhaps as well as, the fact that her arms were easily defeating his body. She
felt his cock stiffening against her body pressing into her big breasts and
relaxed her grip, dropping him to the floor. His legs could not support him
and she simply watched him as he collapsed. She lifted her dress over her head
and ran her hands over her body while he watched, finally settling on her
nickers. She smiled as she saw him watching her hands and ripped her nickers
apart and followed him down to the ground, sitting astride him again and
smiling when she felt his hardness. She lifted herself up slightly and impaled
herself on him, a deep, gutteral moan coming from her throat as she settled on
him. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the floor next to his shoulders
as she moved slowly up and down, leaning forward until her big breasts were
only inches away from his face. He strained his head upward to kiss them and
she laughed and with a sudden twist of her upper body from side to side
slapped his face with her tits. There was a lot of weight behind the blows and
Pete's head fell back to the floor with a thud, shocked at the sudden assault.