Reunion With Lisa
By Grimm
A man is reunited with his ex-wife, and boy, has she changed.


I hadn’t seen my ex-wife Lisa for over a year. I was going over to her place
to have some paperwork signed to complete the closure of our house sale. Such
a pain that it had taken so long to sell the darn thing after our breakup.

I wondered during my drive there what had changed in her life. Did she have a
boyfriend? Had she changed her hair? Had she let herself go? I laughed to
myself. A part of me couldn’t help but wish that our divorce had turned her
completely miserable, fat, and unattractive. I hoped that she was nothing
without me.

I arrived mid-afternoon at her house. I got out of my car and approached the
front door, feeling a bit nervous. Despite the fact that I was doing pretty
well in life and had adjusted admirably to being single, a little bit of
apprehension was still in my gut. We were pretty close at one time, and strong
feeling can linger for a long time.

I rang the doorbell. Lisa opened the door. "Hello there, come in" she said.

She was wearing grey sweatpants and a matching zipper sweatshirt. They weren’t
overly baggy, but it was still hard for me to make out her body in the outfit
to see how she was looking. I could see the makings of a white shirt
underneath as her top wasn’t completely zippered. Her face looked thinner than
I remember, so I could probably rule out that she had gotten fat. "Darn it", I
thought to myself. Guess that was one upper hand I wouldn’t have for this
reunion.

"Did you bring the paperwork?" she asked. "Yup, sign these consent forms and
we can finally put an end to our former house." I responded. "Good, I’ve been
tired of having this hanging over my head for so long as the final connection
to our marriage" "Oh come on, were the memories all that bad?" I asked. She
laughed in my face. "Oh yes honey, I’m ready to put you completely behind me"

Boy, someone’s sure been bitter about this whole mess, I thought to myself.
But that was fine with me. Maybe I could even push some buttons here to see if
I could get her riled up a bit. This was going to be fun!

My quick wit and smartalec nature tended to get me in trouble at times. I
quickly followed up with "Oh you’ve never had to ask twice for me to be behind
you, that was always my favorite position" "Glad somebody was enjoying that,
because I know I sure wasn’t" Lisa gave as her best comeback. "Sure, whatever
you say honey." I just smiled; she never could seem to take my sense of humor.
I think it was one of the things that annoyed her about me. But I didn’t care,
this was going to be classic.

Lisa got serious for a second. "I’d appreciate it if you could keep the jokes
to a minimum and just give me the paperwork to review and sign. I’d like to
get this done and not waste my whole Saturday off from work here." I gave a
long arrogant sigh. "Well.......Ok. Whatever you say. I’ll shut up now and let
you get to looking that over." "Thank you. Let me take these over to my desk
in my office here and review. You may have a seat wherever you like. Help
yourself to the TV. "Thanks Lisa. Got any food or drink for me? I don’t know
how long you’re going take" She seemed annoyed. "Yes, if you see anything you
like in the fridge, help yourself. I don’t have much in the way of junk food
though" "Oh don’t worry; I’m sure I can find something."

She took the paperwork into another room in the house. I flopped down into a
chair in her living room. Let’s see what’s on the toob. Yuck, she didn’t have
cable. It was the middle of summer, so there was a 4th of July parade being
covered on the local channel. It was as good as anything to watch.

"So how’s your job going anyways? ", I yelled. "Oh, pretty good. I love
working from home. It gives me a flexible schedule to do the things I really
enjoy doing. I can make free time during the day if I want to" "Must be nice.
I’m pretty much stuck in the office all day long, and some nights too. I think
I’ve worn my work chair out sitting in it so long." "Yes, but you seemed to
always be a good fit for white collar type work. I never heard you complain
about not having to get your hands dirty." "Heck yeah, it’s the easy life. As
long as I can lift a pencil, that’s the hardest thing I do all day long.", I
said with a chuckle. "Well, whatever does it for you."

I was growing a bit bored already with the TV. I walked over to her kitchen
and opened the fridge. She was right. What the heck was in here? I saw stacks
of what looked like containers of meals and some items that looked like health
food to me.

"What did you do, go vegan on me?" I asked. "Hardly, I eat my share of meat,
trust me.", she responded. "But, let’s just say I eat a lot healthier now than
I used to."

I gave up after looking around for a couple minutes. Guess I’d just have to
eat later. Hopefully she’d be done soon reviewing the paperwork. I sat back
down in the chair.

After about another 15 minutes I was starting to realize that it was kind of
warm in here. She must have gone cheap and barely been running the AC, if at
all. I couldn’t take it much longer.

"Hey, what are you trying to do, put the electric company out of business? I’m
burning up in here." "Oh quit complaining. It’s not that hot. Besides, I’ve
looked over the documents and am just about done."

Lisa walked into the room. "If you’re so hot, why don’t you remove your long
sleeve shirt? You’ve got a t-shirt underneath there" She had a good point.
"Well, ok. Just didn’t want to think I was undressing in front of you." She
rolled her eyes. I rested my button up shirt to the side and was now a bit
more comfortable in my short sleeve T.

Lisa began to spread the documents over her coffee table. She paused. "You
know what, you’re right. It is a little warm in here. I may have to lose this
sweatshirt myself." I resisted the urge to comment. I thought I could let one
slip.

I turned back to the TV to see how the parade was going. My eyes veered back
towards Lisa as she had unzipped her sweatshirt and was now in a tight
sleeveless tank top. I was stunned. Her arms were showing, and she had muscle.
Lots of muscle actually. I was staring, I’ll admit.

"Cat got your tongue?", she asked. I stammered. "Err, oh no, why do you ask
that?" "Because your face looks white as a ghost." She laughed. "Well, ok. I
guess you caught me. I’ll admit your arms look like you’ve been doing a little
bit of working out" Lisa formed a sly grin on her face. "Oh, you mean these
things." She stared down at her arms. "You might say I’ve been hitting the gym
now and then since we separated. Thanks for noticing."

"Well I’ll give you credit. They look a little bigger than when we were
together. So that gym must be working." I was being conservative. She was just
standing there relaxed, but I don’t think I had ever seen arms that muscular
on a woman before.

"A little bigger?" she asked. "My dear ex-husband, we may have to stay on this
topic now if you are going to try and play your word games with me now."

She walked over to me where I was sitting. "Stand up.", she said. I wasn’t
sure what to expect. But I was feeling a bit like she had the upper hand, so I
complied without even thinking. She reached and squeezed my upper right arm
tightly. I tensed it. "Not a whole lot there deary, lifting those pencils at
work must not be doing a lot for your body." This was starting to get
uncomfortable. I was going to have to try and joke my way out of things as
usual. "Oh give me a break; I’m not in that bad of shape." She reached at my
elbow and raised my arm up. "Give it a flex; let me see what you got there."
"No, no. I don’t want to. That’s OK." "Oh come on, you’re not getting out of
this that easy. Let me see how big your muscles are. After all, you always
said you were the big man in our relationship." I didn’t feel like I had a
choice. She was going to be persistent.

I was only standing about a foot away from Lisa. I gave the hardest flex I
could. "There ya go, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?" She reached out and
started to squeeze my now flexed bicep. She continued to squeeze and feel for
a few seconds.

"Well sweetie, I don’t think you’ve got anything there. Where’s the muscle?"
Lisa continued to poke at my arm. "I can almost squeeze around with my whole
hand. And it’s a little soft, even when flexed. It’s soft like a pillow or
something. Don’t you ever exercise?" "I do some workouts now and then,
different stuff. I’m not in that bad of shape. Give me a break." "I don’t know
what your workouts are, but I’ll tell you one thing. You need to hit the gym a
little more often. You’ve got nothin’ there. Here, take a look at this."

Lisa got right up to me. She flexed her bicep right in front of my eyes. "Now,
what do you think of this arm?" she asked. It was big. Really big. She had
only been pretty much relaxed up until now. And I had only caught glimpses of
her muscle contracting. But now, right in my face, was her baseball sized
bicep. She was shredded too. Veins were popping out everywhere.

"Umm, that thing is big. I’ll admit it. Wow" "That’s all you have to say? Put
your hand on it."

I reached out and cupper her bicep. It was unbelievably hard. I didn’t think a
person’s arm could get this hard. It was almost like it wasn’t flesh. It felt
like steel.

Lisa put her arm down. "Let me tell you something my ex. Divorcing you has
been the best thing for me. I am independent, strong, and working hard
everyday to reach all my goals in life. Both mentally and physically."

I hoped this was about over. I wasn’t sure how much longer she was going to
toy with me. "That’s great Lisa. I admire you." "No you don’t admire me. Don’t
lie to me. You’re a little worm. I joined a gym the day after I left you. I
vowed that no man would ever control me again. You may have never physically
abused me, but mentally, that’s a different story." "Once I started to hit the
gym, I was hooked. Turns out my genetics aren’t that bad for building muscle.
Wouldn’t you agree?" "Yes, I would agree." She laughed. "You better agree with
me. Because I’m not done having fun with you yet. I’ve worked hard for these
muscles. Let me show you some more."

Lisa began to take down her sweat pants. She was wearing black tight spandex
shorts. Her thighs were gigantic.

"Pretty impressive, huh? This didn’t happen overnight. I got on a beginner
weightlifting program for about 3 months. I hit the gym lifting weights only
about 3 days a week. I’d do a little bit of cardio on those days and some of
the off days. I started to eat a lot better. I cut out junk food, like soft
drinks. I upped my protein intake. I started to make some good gains during
that time. Probably put on about 10 pounds of weight. Keep in mind I was
dropping body fat too."

"Then after 3 months, this trainer at the gym suggested I could advance my
routine. She suggested I hit the gym about 4-5 days a week and use more of a
split upper/lower body cycle. So I started do more sets per body part per
session, but less times per week. I also began to count calories and protein a
lot closer. I’ve been doing that for 9 months now. Probably a little longer
than I needed to go intermediate. But that’s OK. It’s been working great. I
added another 10 lbs and have cut even more body fat. And now I’m about to go
with more of an advanced routine where I only hit 1 body part per session. I
think I’ll even lift twice daily now. So I can’t wait to see what gains I
start making. Plus I’m going to up my calories and protein even more. Maybe
even 2g of protein daily per my body weight. What do you think about that?"

"Well, Lisa. Like I said. I..." "Oh be quiet.". She cut me off. "Want to arm
wrestle?" "I don’t think now’s a good time." "Well, I’m only going to get
stronger and stronger, so now is probably the best time for you. How strong
are you anyways? How much can you bench?" "I don’t know" "No, of course you
don’t. You never lift weights, do you? I couldn’t even bench the bar in the
gym when I started. I had to use some of the pre-formed lighter weights to
start benching. I quickly got stronger though. It’s been awesome to keep going
up in poundages on the Olympic bar in the gym. The first day I could get a rep
with the 45s on each side, I was psyched! Now I can get 10 reps with it. A lot
of guys at the gym don’t get that many."

"So how much can you bench max?", I asked. I will admit, I was almost starting
to get a bit curious now.

"Well, I haven’t tried to max out for a few weeks, so I won’t reveal that
number to you. But I’ll try to work on that for you. Let’s just say that it’s
more than the 135 I can rep with. You know, you seemed genuinely interested
when you just now asked that question. I’m impressed."

"Yeah, it was an honest question I guess. I’m curious." "Well thanks. Maybe if
you continue to be good here we can get along just fine. What do you think?"
"I guess maybe so Lisa. Your biceps are so big, what do you do for them?" She
laughed. "Oh, you mean you don’t even know the exercises? You have so much to
learn. I do all kinds of variations of curls. I do the standing barbell curls
for mass, and most heavy dumbbell curls are good for mass too. Different
positions will be better for definition, but the weight and reps you go for
play the biggest part I think. I’m still learning though, I’ll admit." She
chuckled. And so did I. We were almost having a civilized conversation. "Lisa,
I’m curious. How much do you weigh? You’ve known me for years. I’m not the
biggest guy. I’m about 150 or so." "Well, let’s just say that I can give you a
complete number run down later. But adding 20

lbs of muscle during this past year has done my physique a world of change.
And I’m still growing. I think I can get a lot bigger."

"Really? You want to get even bigger?" She laughed again. "Yes silly. You’re
going to laugh at what my goal is." "What is it? You’re not short for a woman;
I’ll give you that. How much do you want to end up weighing?" "No, you’re
right, I’m not short. I think I can get big, really big. It may take a few
years, but I think I can put on a lot of quality mass. I think I can go over
200 lbs" "200 lbs!" "Yes. Oh, I know I’ve got a ways to go. But I’m going to
keep at this. I’m going to keep training hard and eating right. I dream of
becoming huge." We had a silent pause. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. Lisa broke
the silence. "You know, I have a question for you. Maybe you’d like to go to
the gym with me sometime?" "Well, I don’t know, it may not be my cup of tea."
"Oh come on. Scared a girl can lift more than you? That’s OK; we can talk
about it later. Anyways, let’s go over that paperwork here. Oh, and by the
way. Just because we’re talking nice here, that doesn’t mean I’m done having
fun with you yet."

With that last statement, Lisa grabbed me around my chest in a bear hug and
locked in. It felt like a python had wrapped around my ribs. I could hardly
breathe.

"Maybe you ought to work on those Pecs. I hardly feel any chest muscle on you.
I bet you can’t even bench 100 lbs. Don’t worry my dear; you’ll be passed out
soon."

I woke up a few minutes later after Lisa was done squeezing the air out of me,
wondering what was to come next.

"Well dear, you better go on home and plan for some more encounters like this.
I’m going to have lots of fun showing you who’s the new boss in this
relationship."

The End