Fant-ASS-tic Trish
By Dark Phoenix
The finest ass in sports entertainment and spinach come together!

Comments? Criticisms? - Email me after you've finished reading! Feedback is most appreciated: thedarkphoenix2008@yahoo.com

***DISCLAIMER***
This story is adult oriented. It is not suitable for anyone under 21. If you are NOT into female muscle growth, superhuman strength, violence, and intense sexual themes, then this story is not for you. But if you ARE into those things, then read on.

Some of the events and characters portrayed in this story are fictional, but not all of them (coughTrishcough!). Any connection to real life is purely coincidental. Trish Stratus is the copyright of World Wrestling Entertainment.

***NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR***
This is my first commissioned story. It takes one of the hottest women and blends her with the vegetable of legend. You can imagine what you get. Anyway, being my first custom story and all, it was a bit rough at first putting someone else's story idea together. But once I got into the thick of it, it began to come together a lot smoother. And I'm really happy with the way it turned out. This also marks the first time I used an actual person(s) in the story. If this is well received, I'll go ahead and make this a regular thing. Though I'll still want time to work on my own stories sometimes. So that said, here's everyone's favorite WWE Diva, Trish Stratus!

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"Coming to the ring! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Trish Stratus!" came the resounding announcer's voice that reached to all corners of the stadium. The crowd was going nuts, and with good reason. Trish was one of the all-time best of the WWE divas. She had such a perfect mix of sex appeal, strength, beauty, and talent. But the one thing that especially sticks out is her fine ass. It is so round and so firm. It is that ass that ultimately enabled her to be WWE.com's Babe of the Year three times! And what's more, she also won the "Diva of the Decade" award at Raw's 10th Anniversary Special. And that was quite a feat, given the competition. From her beginnings when she formed T & A with Test and Albert to this final match with Lita, she has carried the Women's Championship six times and was even the Hardcore Champion at one point. Her attributes were second to none.

This was her final match in the WWE. It was only appropriate that it take place in her hometown, and at Unforgiven. Chants of, "Thank you, Trish!" were heard as she savored the electricity in the air that the sold-out crowd was generating. But as much as she wanted to acknowledge every single fan, she was on a mission to secure her legacy. It was a back and forth match full of near falls and close calls. But in the end, she prevailed when she paid homage to another Canadian wrestler of legend and applied the Sharpshooter, forcing Lita to finally tap out and end her career as the Women's Champion one last time going out as the seven-time Women's Champion.

But this isn't the end of the story; but the beginning. While her career in the WWE may be over, her journey has only just begun. It was morning and she was just coming home from the hotel after wrapping things up with the WWE. After returning home to her husband, Ron, all he had on his mind for the longest time was to take her sexy wife into the bedroom to make passionate love to her. He felt so blessed to have a woman like her in his life. Ever since he met her 15 years ago, he knew that they would always be together. Ron made sure he'd have this day off so he could spend Trish's first day permanently home together.

"Oh Trish, you have no idea how long I've waited to finally have you all to myself for good." Ron moaned.

Trish was in an even greater hurry to get her clothes off. If it was one thing she delighted in doing, it was show up Ron in the physique department. Though Ron had a broader frame, she had more defined muscle. And while most men would find this damaging to their egos, Ron didn't mind it at all. On the contrary, he found it so sexy to have a woman he could get rough with and not worry about injuring. He had finished undressing right after Trish and immediately wrapped his hands around her most fine ass. It drove him wild whenever he felt how smooth and yet how firm it was. He wanted to take her right then and there, having already sported a raging erection. But Trish grabbed his throbbing member and held it in place.

"Not yet baby, I wanted to do something special for you this time." she cooed as she began giving him a small lap dance up close and personal. Ron layed back as she straddled him and began to run her palms up and down his chest, down her stomach, up her own stomach, and ending at her ample breasts which were as succulent as her ass. Her nipples responded as her palms brushed them, indicating that she was enjoying this as much as he was. When she moved her arms away, Ron reached out and began fondling those breasts with a hunger in his eyes. This was the horniest he has ever felt yet for Trish. Maybe it had to do with knowing that she would no longer be on the road or the fact that she was taking a nice long time away from it all to be solely with him.

Trish turned around and stuck her ass cheeks in his face. Ron couldn't think of a better place he would rather put his face in. She jived those hips and moved her ass up and down with such control that Ron could have an automatic orgasm if she kept this up. He put his hands on her slender waist and held it as she swayed them from side to side. She really liked it when he held her like that. Ron couldn't take it anymore and began kissing over every square inch of her gorgeous body. As he worked his way across her stomach, he could feel how hard her abs were. Her time in the WWE was certainly good to her muscles. It really turned him on to feel those hard muscles. Trish knew how much he liked her muscles and little did anyone know that one of her greatest drives to staying in top shape was the "Stratusfaction" she got from her husband's reaction to her built frame. And now, more than ever, it showed. Ron was busy kissing, grabbing, and squeezing her all over. She made a point to flex every muscle group he went after. Her legs were the stuff of goddesses, slender, yet tough as nails. When he went for her arms, she proceeded to flex her biceps. While they weren't huge, they were quite solid and try as he might, Ron couldn't put a dent in them.

Trish leaned in and whispered into his ear with a voice that sent waves of pleasure down his spine, "Alright baby, I think I've kept you waiting long enough."

Ron didn't have to be told twice. He took her and to even her surprise, muscled her around so that he was on top. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear this time, having the same pleasurable effect, "Now it's my turn to make you wait." Ron said as he leaned back and winked.

"Oh my, whatever shall I do." she teased as he began fondling her breasts, sucking, and kissing them. He enjoyed watching her nipples rise like dough from her tits. She bit her lower lip as she was hit with spasms of arousal. Her nipples were her erogonous zone as she was moaning in ecstasy.

"Oh Ron! Mmmm, god that feels so good! Suck those tits! Oh god, you are sooo hot!" she moaned as he kept up his assault on her fully erect nipples. After a few minutes of this, Trish was trying hard to hold back an orgasm that was welling up inside of her. She wanted to save it for the main course.

Unfortunately..."Oh god! Ohhh!! Don't stop!! Ahhh!!! AHHH!!!" she screamed as she thrust her fingers into her moist pussy as her orgasm suddenly shot to the forefront of her pleasure ride. But being the sexual animal that she was, she had plenty to spare. It was her turn to get him back. But before she could act, Ron was suddenly burying his face into her pussy, lapping up her tasty love juices and attacking her pussy without remorse.

"Oh you're so bad!" Trish said with mock annoyance through clenched teeth.

This was another big reason why she married him. He was absolutely good in bed. You wouldn't expect it from looking at him. While he is indeed good looking, he's not the kind of guy one would expect a hottie like Trish to marry. But beneath the wild surface, Trish is a good judge of many things in a man. And she saw him as a really good find.

Trish didn't last long in recovery mode from her last orgasm to be ready to deliver another one. Ron was expertly working his tongue in circles, causing her to moan in sexual bliss. Ron loved the taste of Trish's pussy and was getting a kick out of getting her all worked up. Besides, he knew that he would get it back ten fold once she started on him. But he wanted to give her multiples this time. It was working quite well as she kept arching her back up in the air every time his tongue penetrated deep inside.

"Oh Ron, you're soooo good!! Don't you dare stop now that you started!" she said quite seriously.

Ron had plenty of stamina and kept on going. Trish was doing everything she could to prolong the inevitable orgasm that would rock her world. And it wasn't long until she got just that!

Her ensuing orgasm was so intense, her voice became choked. She finally plopped back down on the bed and squirmed in place, reveling in the aftermath. She didn't want to admit it, but she was pooped. She rolled over and planted a liplock on her husband.

"As soon as I get my strength back, I'm sooo going to get you back and turn your world upside down." she said as she lay on her back.

Ron couldn't help but giggle at this. He was certainly getting a kick out of actually having control over the situation as it were. But he knew that anything he threw at her, she'd return several fold. He knew his efforts would soon be immensely rewarded and patiently waited until she recovered to have some actual intercourse.

After a few minutes of cuddling, Trish got up, ready to show her husband how it was done. But before she could start, Ron's phone began to ring. He had a visibly frustrated look on his face when he heard it was the ringtone he set to his work number.

"Ah shit!" he said as he got up and answered it.

Ron picked up his cell phone and opened it up, "Hello....Well yes I am busy today. Can't you find someone else?....Are you serious, that bad?....Fine, but you owe me big time for this....Yeah, I'll be there in half an hour."

Ron turned back to Trish, "Baby, I'm really sorry, but something has come up at work and they need me. Apparently, they got this big project, two of the guys called off, and one quit. They really need me to fill in."

Trish was disappointed, but she wasn't going to let it get her down. She knew that she would have him soon enough.

"It's alright hun, go ahead and go. I was going to relax today anyway. Besides, I couldn't ask for anything better to hold me over than a couple great orgasms that only you can give me." she said smiling.

Ron smiled back, hugged and kissed her tenderly and left. Normallly, Trish would go outside and workout, but she felt she deserved a rest.

Ron had reached downtown where all of the various activites took place. It's also a place where car shows are regularly held. These shows are something that despite the crowds they draw, they like going to them to admire the various cars put on show. Trish is obviously quite famous everywhere she goes and where ever that may be, people gather. Due to his status as Trish's husband, he gets a lot of unwanted attention from people who try to use him to get to her. But there is this one group of girls that routinely make their excursions there difficult. They are known as the Got Ass Girls and as the name implies, they have such fine asses to go along with their hardcore sexual figures. Some say that they are comparable even to Trish. A few even go so far as to say they are even better looking than her. They go to these car shows and serve as eye candy to help draw crowds. Before Trish became a WWE Superstar, she too was once part of the Got Ass Girls on a part time basis just so she could have front row action at the shows everytime and have more access to the cars put on display than the guests who attended.

But since then, things changed since she became part of the WWE. Now whenever she came to a car show whenever she was not working, it was she alone who drew the bulk of the crowd. Not that many people really cared about seeing the Got Ass Girls anymore. Trish's fame overshadowed them and they weren't happy about that. They've held a serious grudge against her since then.

But that wasn't the extent of it. In recent years, they have taken quite an interest in her husband, Ron. They knew that any man who could last this long with Trish had to be good in the sack and so they wanted him for themselves. There were many occasions when they would stop Ron on his way to work and try to seduce him into going with them. But Ron wasn't interested. He had the best of the best with Trish. And even though these girls had killer bodies, he would say no everytime.

It was of no surprise that as Ron parked his car in the parking garage to walk to work which was only a block away, those girls were standing there waiting for him. He chose this area because it was a relatively low traffic area and hardly anyone walked this area. It annoyed him that they wouldn't give up. He only had eyes for Trish and that was that. He would walk past them and do his best to ignore any advances they made on him. As he approached the group, he could see their leader who goes by the name Sonya Bunns. She had the most killer ass that any heterosexual guy could want. That and she, along with all the other girls, were wearing the Got Ass logo on their shirts and tights. She was looking especially gorgeous. But then again, when were they not trying to look their sexiest? As expected, she barred his path.

"Well hello handsome." Sonya cooed.

Ron didn't have time for this, "Look I have to be somewhere, and it's not with you."

Sonya looked disappointed, "Well that's too bad. And here I was ready to give you the time of your life."

Ron wasn't deterred. He would admit they were very pretty. But none of them was Trish.

"We have nothing further to talk about. Now if you'll excuse me..." he said as he began to walk through the group to get away.

But suddenly, he felt as if he walked into a brick wall.

"What the hell?!" he said, startled.

He looked up to see this woman among them who he hasn't seen with them before. She was freakin huge! She had to be at least six foot five! But that wasn't the extent of it! She was muscular, very muscular! She had a somewhat darkened tan on her that looked like she just walked off the stage of a posing competition. She had arms that looked like they were tempered from steel! Biceps and triceps that were amazingly shaped and defined! She wore a low cut Got Ass shirt that revealed a slab of rock hard abs covering her stomach! And her legs were bulging with striated muscle running all the way down to her calves! She seemed to notice him gazing up and down her body and smiled seductively as she turned around to show her ass. And what an ass it was. Her glutes gave him the impression they were made from marble. And yet, it was on par with Sonya's. And while he was the type who would never hit a woman, he was afraid he couldn't hurt her even if he tried. He stood there dumbfounded.

"My name is Jasmine, but you can call me yours sugar." she said as she winked.

Now Ron was pissed. He wasn't going to let these thugs, nevermind that they were girls, stop him from living his life.

"Enough of this, either move or..." Ron began.

"Or what? You'll hurt wittle old me?" Jasmine interrupted.

Ron wasn't sure what to do. It seemed he had to resort to force if he was to get out of there.

"Fine then." he said as he advanced on Jasmine.

She put a hand out to stop him, but he grabbed it and went to toss her aside. But she held her footing as she grabbed his neck and gave him a startling show of strength with a throat lift. He could no longer hold back as he swung his free arm down on her shoulder. But she barely seemed to feel it. Her trapezious muscles were as hard as the rest of her.

"Oh yes, do that again with my other one, will ya?" she said as she moved his uplifted form to the left so he would have a clear shot at her other shoulder. But he wasn't going to play her game. Finally, she tossed him to the ground in front of her. He slowly got to his feet as he struggled to catch his breath.

"This is harrassment!!" he yelled, his anger quite apparent.

Sonya once again stepped in as Jasmine remained an obstacle.

"I'll tell you what Ron. I'll make you a deal. You call Trish and have her come here to pick you up. But first, she must wrestle Jasmine here. If she can beat her, then you have my word that we will never bother you ever again and Trish can have you to herself." Sonya said.

Ron was shocked at what she was suggesting, "Are you crazy? This isn't the WWE. Both of you could seriously get hurt! There's no regulation ring and..."

Sonya interrupted him again, "Yes yes I know, wrestling is fake. Then call it a hardcore match. She did win the Hardcore title briefly, did she not?"

"But..." Ron wanted to plead, but he didn't know what to say.

This time Sonya was mad, "Look, we girls want a good piece of meat and you're it. Either you cooperate and call her here or Jasmine gets to show you how strong she really is when she puts your meat through the grinder. You won't be so good in bed with a broken dick now will you?! And I'd just hate to waste good meat like that." she said as she licked her lips.

Ron was out of options, "Fine. I'll call her."

It wasn't an hour later when Trish's phone went off. She got up and answered it.

"Hello?" she answered.

Ron's voice answered, "Hi hun. I have a problem. I'm standing at the entrance of the parking garage. You know those "Got Ass" girls that show up at the car shows? Well they are getting in my way again and they added a new member to their group who...who..."

"Is stronger than both of you combined!" Jasmine yelled from behind him so that Trish could hear her from her end.

"I tried to tell them no, but this girl is tough. They want you to come and pick me up before they let me go. But they want you to face this girl who calls herself Jasmine. She's very strong...but I know you're capable of kicking her ass!" Ron said with all the dignity he could muster.

Trish was pissed. Mess with her man will they? It was one thing when they would make passes at him, but this time they've gone too far!

"I'll be right there hun." she said simply and hung up.

A few minutes later, Trish sped down the road and parked on the side of the road and got out. She had a dangerous look in her eyes as she walked up to them. She glaced at this woman Ron spoke of and was quick to spot her blocking the exit. She was definitely an intimidating sight to be sure. But she was confident in her experience during her years in the WWE. And even though the actual wrestling was fake with few real injuries, her moves really were capable of causing some serious harm if she used them for real on any of them. She walked right up to Jasmine and stared her down. She returned the stare as she smirked, but didn't flinch an inch.

"You think you can put your filthy hands on my husband and get away with it? I'm going to make you regret it!" Trish said with fire in her eyes.

"What are you going to do, give me a taste of Stratusfaction? Or how about that StrausFear? What will it be Trash Stratus?" Jasmine asked threateningly.

She wasn't going to be intimidated by her, "No, I'm just going to kick your ass and prove to you why Ron favors my ass over any of yours."

A brief pause and then suddenly, Trish punched Jasmine square in the jaw hard. Jasmine flinched from the blow, but was otherwise unaffected. She turned her face back toward hers and grinned.

"Is that all you've got? I wanted to wrestle you like in the WWE, but if it's a street fight you want, then I'll settle for that." she said.

All of a sudden, a strong fist shot into Trish's diaphram with tremendous speed, knocking the breath out of her. She doubled over in agony as she clutched her stomach and fell to her knees.

"Come on Trish! That was one of my gentle punches! What happened to that Women's Champion I heard so much about!? You held that title more than anyone else. You should be able to handle little old me!" Jasmine teased.

Trish pulled herself to her feet finally and launched a roundhouse kick, but Jasmine was too quick and blocked it with her arm easily.

"So that's the Chick Kick, eh? Kind of weak if you ask me. This definitely proves wrestling is fake if the likes of the other wrestlers could be knocked down with such a pitiful attack like that." Jasmine said.

Trish was furious at being mocked like this, "Shut the hell up you bitch!"

She swung at Jasmine with a flurry of lefts and rights, but she just kept dodging them and stopping some of them with her hands. She went for a roundhouse kick of her own, but Trish did a backbend into a bridging position, successfully evading it. She figured that move would come in handy in a real life fight such as this.

But Jasmine seemed unconcerned, "I forgot about, what did you call that one? Oh yeah, the MaTrish!"

Trish had to end this fight quick. She threw a quick jab at Jasmine's midsection and connected. She seemed off guard long enough to do another Chick Kick which connected this time. And the force of it was enough to send her stumbling back. But to her surprise, she still didn't go down. Jasmine clutched her head and showing visible signs of being in pain. It was finally Trish's turn to gloat.

"What's the matter? You said my Chick Kick was weak, but it hurts when it connects with your head doesn't it?" she said.

Jasmine regained her composure. She was pissed, and walked over to Trish, who kept her guard up.

"Alright Trish. Now I'm going to be serious." she said as she once again drove her fist into Trish's midsection before she could react. But this time, Jasmine followed up with an uppercut that sent Trish reeling. Jasmine became relentless as she assaulted her with hard punches that were landed all over Trish's body. She tried to defend, but this amazon was just too fast and too strong. Her world became one of pain as she endured blow after blow as her face became a punching bag.

"TRISH NO!!" Ron screamed as he tried to step in. But Sonya and the other girls surprised and restrained him. He tried to fight his way out of it, but their numbers were too much for him. Sonya slapped him across the face.

"Calm down pussy boy and see what the real Trish is like." she said while chuckling.

Trish's face was becoming swollen as Jasmine threw one more volley of blows at her. She tried to get up, but she was too dazed to move and was struggling to stay conscious. Jasmine picked her up and held her above her head and looked over at Ron.

"It's time you faced reality Ronnie boy! This is what you married, not that faker you've seen performing on TV! You've got a chance of a lifetime with the Got Ass Girls. We are a true mix of sex, muscle, power, and more sex. But Trish...is just trash!" Jasmine yelled as she threw her into a nearby dumpster and closed the lid.

Ron was powerless to stop them. Sonya drove her fist into his midsection, causing him to double over in pain.

"Look baby, it's like this. We're taking you with us to our place where we're each gonna have our way with you. You can either come quietly or not, the choice is yours. But we are going to have you. And judging by the sweat I see coming from Jasmine, I don't think that was from her fight. I think I'll show her my gratitude for her contribution to the group and let her go first." Sonya said as Jasmine walked up to him and hoisted him up over her shoulder.

Ron began to pound on her back when she spoke threateningly, "Stop doing that or so help me I'll make what I did to Trish seem like child's play when I work you over!"

Ron was defeated and became motionless as he was kidnapped. Trish, having heard what was said, lost consciousness.

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She woke up several minutes later to intense pain all over her body, but especially her face. It seemed hopeless. This was a tactic she never expected them to use, adding muscle to their group. It was then that the shame set in. Who was she trying to kid, Jasmine is right. She's not the powerhouse she portrays herself as on television. She's no match for those girls. The thought of Ron succumbing to their feminine advances touched a nerve in her.

'No!' she thought. 'I will not lose my husband to those sluts!'

She struggled and finally climbed out of the dumpster and landed on the ground in a heap. She was very glad she was in such a secluded area where few people go. To be seen like this was more than she could bear. She pulled herself to her feet and used all the strength she could muster to make her way back to her car and climb in. Her common sense told her to go to the hospital. But if she did that, she could very well lose Ron. She couldn't accept that. She knew deep down in her heart that Ron had always favored her over them. She was proud of the fact that they had what few other couples had, unyielding love. She wasn't about to give it up. She felt a new pain in her stomach and realized that she was hungry.

"Oh great, I'm in a ton of pain and I had to feel hunger pains too. But I can't let anyone see me like this." she said to herself as she grabbed a hood and put it over her head, obscuring her face in its shadow.

She knew she had to get Ron back, but she needed a plan. But before she could do that, she needed to regain her strength and had to eat. She decided to go somewhere uncommon and out of the way. She happened upon this small food stand sitting by itself on the side of the road. She never saw it before and thought it must be new. She could see two women looking like they were putting the last touches on it. She parked her car and strode over to it to get a closer look. The two women saw her and smiled as one waved in her direction.

"Well hello! We just got things set up! We wanted to start off small to play the field a bit before deciding whether or not to go into full business." the one woman said.

Trish found herself staring at her. She wasn't as tall as Jasmine, but damn she was hot! And she wasn't the type to react that way to a woman. She was built from head to toe in raw muscle. And this wasn't like Jasmine. This was different; her muscles had a sensuality to them. And also, she had a pleasantness about her that immediately made Trish feel comfortable around her.

She noticed Trish staring and giggled a bit, "I see my body has this effect on other women as well. Forgive me if this sounds awkward, but I'm already married...to this lovely woman behind me." she said as she gestured towards the other woman who was taking a short break smoking a cigarette with a long holder. Trish indeed felt awkward at what she said.

'So she was a lesbian.' Trish thought.

"So what's your name?" Trish asked.

"Oh, well my name is..." she began to say but paused.

"Um, why are you covered up like that?" she asked.

Trish didn't want her to see, but she was already leaning in and reacted in horror as she saw the damage to her face.

"Oh you poor thing! What happened to you!? Why didn't you tell me you were injured?! You need to get to a hospital fast!" she exclaimed.

The other woman put out her cigarette and ran over to them at this new development.

"What is it baby?" she asked.

The first woman pulled back Trish's hood and gently held her face towards her. Trish should be resisting, but she found herself doing nothing.

The second woman studied her features for a moment until a look of recognition appeared on her face.

"Hey, I know you! You're Trish Stratus, aren't you?!" she asked.

Trish didn't know what to say, "Well I..."

"Oh my god, it really is you! Wow, this is so awesome! I've been a longtime fan!" she began screaming excitedly.

"Whoa whoa! Be quiet! You're going to attract attention. And now more than ever is the worst time that I need other people seeing me, especially like this." Trish said.

Tears began streaming down her face. She couldn't understand why, but she felt a kindred spirit with those two. They saw her tears as the first one hugged her.

"Hey there, what's the matter? Let's go inside the stand and you can tell me about it." she said as the other smiled in agreement.

After they went inside, Trish explained everything that happened to her and Ron earlier. To say that they were mad at such brutality was an understatement.

"Why those bitches! What a disgrace to women everywhere, acting like petty thugs! You don't need a hospital, you need your husband. He sounds like such a wonderful man! You mustn't let them seduce him." the strong woman said.

Trish managed a smile, "No, not my Ron. I know he won't go along with this. I can just sense it."

The two ladies shared a smile between them. Trish got up, "I have to stop them, but I need a plan!"

The strong woman lit up with an idea, "I think I have something that might even the odds in your struggle. I was thinking about giving this business a try and finally sharing the source of my powers to help benefit others. But to think that there are people like them who might abuse this power if they ever got their hands on it...I never should've reconsidered in the first place."

Trish was curious about what she was talking about. What did she mean by her powers? She got her answer when she pulled out a can of spinach and tossed it to Trish. She was confused.

"A can of spinach? I don't get it?" Trish said in puzzlement.

The woman was surprised, "What? You've never heard of Popeye the Sailor when you were growing up?"

"Well yeah, but it wasn't really my thing. And besides, it's just a cartoon. What kind of joke is this?" Trish asked, feeling annoyed.

But the woman was insistent, "This is no ordinary spinach, I promise you. Please trust me. It will give you the power to get your husband back. It'll last all day long until you go to sleep tonight. It took me years to finally create a formula of spinach that didn't require the very unique variety that was given to me when I first became what I am today. I made a promise to save it for my successor once my time on this Earth nears its end. But with this new blend of spinach, anyone can have that power. So please, eat it. You don't have much time!"

Trish felt really awkward at what she was doing. But she was right, she didn't exactly have much choice if she wanted to save her husband. She looked at the can of spinach for a moment and looked at the two ladies.

"Um, do you have a can opener?" Trish asked.

They just giggled again as the muscle woman pointed at the can, "Just give it a good squeeze in the middle. The can is designed to pop its top off when squeezed. That's the way Popeye always opened it and that's how we open them."

Trish became determined. So be it! She threw caution to the wind and squeezed the can until the top popped off, exposing the fresh looking super vegetable inside.

"You'll get the maximum effect if you just wolf the can down quickly." the woman said.

"Oh good grief, I'm not the type who likes to eat like a pig." Trish said to herself.

She tipped the can to her mouth and took as big a mouthful of it as she could and chewed and swallowed it as fast as she could and repeated the process until the entire can was downed. Almost instantly, a massive force shot down through her body and bounced off her feet and flew back up and encompassed her entire being as it reached her face. She could feel her lingering pain immediately vanish and become replaced by a different feeling. Her skin began to tingle as if every cell within seem to really come alive. She put a hand to her face and was amazed to feel that her bumps and bruises had disappeared.

But it didn't stop there. This incredible force swelled within her like a raging beast trying to escape. She felt herself stand on her tip toes as a golden aura surrounded her. An invisible gust of wind lifted her skirt, revealing her ass. It had a supernatural glow to it as glutes began to become noticable in her butt cheeks. She started to become lost in herself as this amazing feeling became greater still. She could feel every muscle in her body tighten and grow. She remained on her tip toes as she threw her head back. The two women watched in awe as Trish began to undergo an amazing transformation.

Her hair started to grow down past her back until it reached her waist. The blonde in her hair became lighter and seemed to give off a glow as well to go along with her new superass! Her breasts were next as they increased a few cup sizes while a new slab of concrete muscle formed beneath them. Her entire chest expanded as incredible strength filled her body! She experienced this process as if in a dream. And yet, she looked as feminine and sexy as ever; more than she had ever dared dream! Her arms began to widen as her forearms, biceps, and triceps swelled with insatiable power. Her legs took on a similar growth as true definition appeared in her thighs and calves! The last jolt came when her ass instantly ballooned up several inches and completely obscured her thong.

"Oh my god, what power! What strength! This is incredible!" Trish said loudly.

The two women couldn't help but feel turned on by the sight. This was the first time they saw anyone other than each other transform like this.

At last, the transformation ended as Trish stood there reveling in her newfound enhanced body. The aura finally died down, her ass receded back to nearly its original size except much tighter, stronger, and firmer, and her skirt fell back down. She looked at her arm and saw how wide and muscular it was, and she wasn't even flexing it yet. She felt another sensation well up inside her, extreme horniness. Now more than ever, she wanted her husband. And not just from those bitch ass girls, but in bed. But one thing at a time.

"This is intense!" Trish said as she flexed every muscle group. And each one momentarily expanded to sizes that were off the scale. She was now far more muscular than Jasmine and the muscled woman before her. And yet, still, Trish looked as feminine and sexy as ever! She knew what she had to do now.

"Thank you very much you two! How can I ever repay you?" Trish asked.

The other muscle woman simply smiled, "Just kick those girls' asses for us. They need to experience true girl power!"

Trish nodded and began to walk outside. But she turned around and looked at her saviors, "Oh yeah, I still never got your names."

The muscled woman flexed an impressive bicep of her own that was tempered by years of training, "I'm sorry about that. My name is Sally Cunningham and this is my beautiful wife, Stacy Cunningham."

Trish waved at them, "Thank you both, Sally and Stacy."

Sally smiled once more, "It was my pleasure Trish."

After Trish walked outside, she put together her gameplan. She overheard Sonya say that they were taking him to their hangout. Being a former member herself, she knew where to go. She ran to her car, but was awestruck to see that she ran extremely fast to get to it. She looked again at her supercharged body. Not quite used to just how strong she truly was, she experimented for a moment.

"Hmmm, I wonder..." she said to herself.

Sally and Stacy were watching her from their stand as Trish leaned down and grasped the front end of her car.

"Is it really possible?" she asked herself.

She tried to lift the front end of the car up and saw to her shock that it lifted easily off the ground. She felt another intense rush of superstrength course through her body as the car felt so light to her; like it was an empty shell of a car made from cardboard. She experimented and removed her right hand as she took double the weight with what she considered her weaker arm. It felt only the slightest bit heavier; not enough to speak of. She decided to go along with an idea that was forming in her mind and ran her hands to the center of the car's underside, looking for the right balance. With only a small effort, she hoisted the entire two ton vehicle over her head and held it high. The rush of erotic strength she felt brought her so close to climaxing, that she had to struggle to hold it in. She wanted to save this for the bedroom after she got her husband back.

"Alright! I don't have any time to waste! I'm coming Ron!" Trish yelled out loud as she took off running while carrying the car above her head. She started off slow at first, but quickly increased her speed until she was running faster than the cars in traffic. To say that onlookers were stunned to see a woman running faster than them while carrying a car was an understatement! Even a roadside cop watching for speeders was at a loss for words at what he saw that by the time he decided to "pull her over", she was already out of sight!

Meanwhile, at the Got Ass Girls hangout, Ron was sitting on a couch surrounded by all the girls. They were in the huge garage that was used as a small private car show complete with neon lighting all over the big room. A couple hot rods sat nearby along with chairs and tables for the guests who came to enjoy some food and drink while they visited. Each of them was taking turns stripping his clothes off one at a time. Ron couldn't stop them physically, since Sonya warned him that Jasmine would pummel him if he resisted. But that didn't change the fact that he saw them as less than Trish. And the fact that they were forcing themselves on him made them all the more undesirable. The first was Pink Cherry who naturally removed his shirt.

"Aw c'mon Cherry, did you really have to hoard the shirt so soon?" asked Da Bombshell.

"Hell yea Christina, I won the toss-up so being able to go first, I'm going for his shirt! Besides, I always fantasized about that chest of his. Mmmm!" Cherry said as she licked her lips.

Sweet Cheeks removed his left shoe.

Candy removed his right shoe.

Anna Marie removed his left sock.

Nikkles removed his right sock.

Prime-Time went for the gold necklace he was wearing, brushing her lips on his cheek as she did so.

Nat G went for Ron's wedding ring, but he drew the line there.

"No! I don't care if that amazon kills me! You are not removing the ring!" Ron yelled in fury.

Jasmine began to walk over to make good on Sonya's threat, but Jamaica stopped her.

"No, wait. Just let him keep it if he wants. It's clear that he's dead serious about it. I don't want to waste a good lay over a ring." Brittany said as Jasmine stepped off.

Sonya went next and removed his pants, exposing his underwear beneath. She wanted to cop a feel, but Juicy Jae stopped her.

"No way! C'mon, we all agreed, I get dibs on his tighty whities!" Jenna said.

Juicy Jae relished the moment and slowly and deliberately removed Ron's underwear. He wanted to think that somehow, Trish would come by to save him before they went for the sex. He had to buy some time somehow.

"Look...ladies, you can't do this. This is rape!" Ron pleaded.

Jasmine walked up and began flexing her enormous biceps and showed off her vivacious ass. Try as he might, he couldn't resist the involuntary boner he had at the sight. Deep down, he had a thing for muscular women. And he got his fair share of that with Trish. Though she wasn't at the level of a bodybuilder, she had a tight body that could compete with one. And that was all he ever needed. Frankly, he began to think these girls were playing dirty when they added Jasmine; and not just for the muscle.

"It's only rape if you aren't willing honey. And judging by that sexy cock you're packing, it looks like you're enjoying what you see. Perhaps I should give you more reason to just accept what's coming to you." Jasmine said teasingly.

She walked seductively over to one of the cars and grabbed the rear end.

"Can Trish do this?" Jasmine asked as she tensed her muscles and proceeded to slowly lift the back end of the car off the ground. And it was no easy feat considering the car's size. She held it there for a few seconds, then dropped it back to the floor. She stood there and flexed a pumped bicep that was sporting some impressive vascularity.

Ron couldn't help it. As much as he wanted to deny her, his cock was as hard as can be and he felt that this may be a battle that he couldn't win.

'No! I will not let them win! Trish still has the complete package!' he thought to himself. So he turned away from Jasmine in defiance.

She was clearly mad when she saw this, "Alright then, we'll just do this the hard way!" she said as she started to advance on him.

"TRISH! HELP!" Ron screamed.

As if right on cue, a loud crash was felt behind them as the garage door exploded apart! Everyone turned around to see what caused it, but was momentarily unable to see because of the thick dust that was left in its wake. Sonya struggled to make out who was there until she saw that the shadowy figure cast by the light was much larger than just a person. Once the dust settled, every single one of the Got Ass Girls dropped their jaws when they saw that it was none other than Trish. But she looked different. Not only were her injuries somehow healed, but she looked for all intense and purposes...SUPED UP! But the first thing they took notice of was that she was standing there holding her car above her head like it only weighed a few pounds. Jasmine was at a total loss for words and personally felt so tiny in Trish's presence after that comparibly pitiful display she made with the car.

Ron, being already hard, came at the sight of his beloved. It was like a dream come true for him, a sign that he did the right thing by doing his best to resist these lesser girls. He was completely mesmerized by Trish. She was hugely muscled from head to toe! Her larger breasts bobbed up and down with each step; it was truely seductive and he was quick to become unbearably horny at the sight of her. Trish saw this and finally set her car down and turned around to give everyone a full view of her perfect ass. Everyone then noticed the image of a steamroller in both cheeks expressing the magnitude of power Trish's ass now had over the others. Trish's ass had no equal!

Next, she flexed her bicep. At first nothing seemed to happen. But then her sleeve began to inflate like a balloon as her bicep began rising from her arm. The sleeve hit its limit as a loud "RRRRRIP!!" was heard as her bicep rose level with her fist. The image of a lit block of TNT appeared in her mound of steel.

Trish pointed right at Jasmine with her other hand while still flexing, "You want to go to war over my man, LET'S DO IT!"

Jasmine was afraid of what Trish was now capable of. But she didn't have time to think about that when Trish was upon her in an instant and grabbed Jasmine's fist and squeezed it so hard that she could hear the bones cracking. She fell to her knees and cried out in pain.

"No! Wait! Please! Don't doAAHHH!!!" as a crunching sound was heard.

"No mercy! No quarter!" Trish screamed as she rained punches down on Jasmine. It was like a complete role reversal. Jasmine was totally helpless against the onslaught as Trish battered her body. After Trish worked her over real good, she lifted her by the chin with just her finger.

"How's it feel to be on the receiving end? I'm about to send you into the Stratusfear!" Trish proclaimed as she geared for an uppercut.

"No! Wait! Don't!" Jasmine pleaded.

But it was too late. Trish landed an uppercut so fast and so hard that it sent Jasmine crashing out of the roof of the building and sailing into the upper atmosphere.

The other girls knew their fates were sealed and chose to try to catch her off guard by all ganging up on her at the same time. What Ron saw next was a melee of Got Ass Girls being sent flying in different directions and crashing all over the walls and ceiling one by one. After it ended, only Sonya was left. She backed up in abject fear as Trish advanced on her.

"No! Please! I'm sorry!" she pleaded.

Trish grabbed her and hoisted her above her head. It felt so euphoric to exert her strength like this and these girls were just the means she needed to do it.

"What you did was unforgivable. You could've had any man you wanted, but you insisted on going after mine. That was your first and biggest mistake!" Trish said.

Sonya tried to struggle, but Trish's grip was too much. She reared her leg back, "The second was when you challenged the seven time Women's Champion bitch!"

With that, she dropped Sonya and hit her with the Chick Kick with so much force, that it sent her flying into the far wall where she crashed into a crumpled heap. She stood there motionless for a moment and then flexed her bicep again as the peak swelled to titanic proportions. Just as it reached its peak, Jasmine fell back through the hole in the roof and got blasted by Trish's fully peaked bicep, which sent her flying back up through the hole again. Jasmine was now a mess of bumps, bruises, black eyes, and a shattered ego. It will be a long time before she'll even become recognizable again.

She turned to Ron, who had a front row seat to the action. His entire universe was centered on this superwoman he was proud to call his wife. She walked over to him and put his hand on her bicep as she flexed it into 40 inches of Popeye huge titanium-hard muscle. Ron was feverishly turned on and was begging for release. Trish obviously noticed.

"Not quite yet baby. I plan to return the sex you gave me with something that will repeatedly blow your mind and your wad over and over again for the rest of the day until bedtime. But first, watch this." she said as she strode over to the unconscious girls who lay beaten on the floor. She flexed her ass as it swelled again in size and strength. The words, "You bitches think you got ass? Wrong!  I GOT ASS!!" appeared on her superass. Her cheeks then morphed into gigantic fists as hard as concrete and proceeded to pound everyone of the Got Ass Girls' asses, causing them to literally flatten. After she finished tham all off, all that was left were mangled bitches with used up asses with the words "Grade F Buttmeat" shown on them.

Trish walked over to Ron, gave him back his clothes to put back on, and picked him up in a cradle hold, "C'mon sexy. It's time we both got what we are badly craving."

As she walked outside carrying Ron, she took his entire weight in hand and used the other hand to lift her car back up over her head. It turned her on something fierce, especially with her husband in her arm. She wanted to get the most out of her superhuman strength before it wore off tonight.

"Hang on sugar! We're about to experience some speed here!" Trish said as she took off running faster than any car.

At last they were home. It was late in the evening and Trish wanted to end it on one final and satisfying note. After they got inside the house, she tore up the stairs while still carrying Ron. Nothing seemed able to slow her down. She kinda lost control and crashed right through the bedroom door.

"Ooops! Oh well, I'll deal with that tomorrow! God I want you!" she said as she plopped Ron down on the bed and once more stripped him of his clothes. She grabbed her old Gott Ass Girls tights and slipped it on. Ron was curious about what she was doing.

"Before we begin, I think it's time I retired this thing the way I should've long ago." Trish said as her ass started to swell under those tights. She poured on the power as her ass became so tight and so strong until finally, those tights shredded completely apart. Ron enjoyed the sight of the finest ass he has ever seen and felt. After Trish removed the last remnants of her tights, she walked slowly over to her husband completely naked.

Ron was in for the ride of his life as Trish straddled him and like an animal, ripped all his clothes off with her teeth! Ron at this point didn't care about the clothes, she was so strong and so wild it was a dream come true! She began flexing her biceps, uninhibited. They rose into superhuge peaks with veins lining all over them. She felt her arousal increasing with each flex. It was like an addictive drug. The more she flexed, the bigger her bicep got, the hornier it made her feel! When her biceps peaked over her head, a nuclear detonation appeared in each one as she turned up the power to full blast!

"Oh god it feels so good! Oh wow! So strong! So muscular!" Trish moaned in blissful pleasure. The rest of her muscles began to flex as well. She was truly a muscle goddess to him as she seemed to turn into the most sexy She Hulk he has ever seen, only without the green color. But none relished in it more than her. She swayed her abs in a fluid motion that made them so animated, but there was no denying they were as hard as a concrete wall. Ron's cock was aching to jump into action that he started to grab it. But Trish wanted to administer every orgasm he was going to experience.

"Oh no baby, let Trish handle this. Just watch, you'll see. I'll make you have an orgasm from this muscle show I'm giving you." she said seductively.

Ron gulped as his heart skipped several beats. She has turned into the object of his deepest and darkest desires. And the face it was now all in his wife made it all the more exciting. He obliged to her request as he kept watching muscles flaring. She began expanding her chest as her pecs stretched against her breasts, which in turn swelled to the size of basketballs. She cupped them and fondled them, clearly feeling a quick orgasm coming on.

"Oh god yes! So strong! So muscular! Ohhh!! God I feel so strong it makes so wet and so hot!!" she moaned as she shuddered from her third orgasm of the day.

After a few moments, Ron gave her a look of mock annoyance, "Hey! I thought you were supposed to be giving me some orgasms this time!"

Trish blushed a bit, "Sorry baby, it's just that the rush of overwhelming strength and the feeling of these rock hard muscles really makes me so hot! And showing them off for you makes me hotter!"

Trish flexed her thighs as Ron could feel her legs expanding on both sides of him. He looked at them so see unbelievable size and definition appear. Trish reared her head back and howled like a wolf as her entire body hulked out before him. This rush of energy and sexiness she was giving off made him cum all over her stomach. She smiled and licked her lips.

"Oh yeah baby. It's time I see how much your wild animal can handle!" she said with anticipation. 

Neither could wait any longer as they locked in the most passionate embrace ever! Ron felt ever square inch of her super sexy muscles! It made him so hot to feel such power in his woman. She took his throbbing member in her hand and gave him the most mindblowing blowjob he has ever had. Suffice to say, it didn't take long for him to have another immense orgasm.

"Aw, that quick? I think it's time to show you what my spinach enhanced pussy can do!" she said as she took his still hard cock and inserted it into her vagina.

She began to thrust up and down his shaft, all the while gaining speed. Ron's eyes were up in his head as he lost himself in the unbelievable pleasure he was feeling. She moved her hips up and down with such speed and control, it was like Ron was watching her usual intercourse rhythm in fast motion.

"OH TRISH! YOU'RE SO HOT!! SO AMAZING!! OH DON'T STOP!! AAHHH!!!" Ron screamed as he let out yet another orgasm.

But Trish wasn't done yet. She was feeling her biggest orgasm ever welling up inside her and she wasn't about to let it slide. It didn't matter though, Ron's cock would stay hard as long as she wanted it to right now. She was moving so fast, she looked like the piston of a V8 engine at full throttle! Ron, thinking he had enough was quick to be proven wrong as once again, he caught the biggest wave yet.

Trish screamed out in blissful agony, "OHH YEAH!! OH YEAH!!! OHHH!!! OHHH!!! AAHHHH!!!"

Cut to outside the house. Most of the neighbors were gone, save a few. Suddenly, a quake rocked the neighborhood. One of them got reacted in a panic.

"Was that an earthquake?" he asked.

The wife barely reacted herself, "It's just a mild one, we get them every now and then. It's nothing to worry about."

Back at Trish's, she lay next to Ron with a smile on her face. Ron was spent. But Trish would have her way with him until bedtime as she promised. It was the best day of both their lives as they sucked, fucked, and bucked several times under Trish superpowered physique. Ron learned just how much he could really take thanks to her. Once it was time for them to go to sleep that night, Trish gave him one more flex of her biceps as they expanded to supersize peaks. Ron would have dreams of her muscles all night long and fell asleep soon after. Trish followed suit and fell asleep as well and had wet dreams all night long. This was certainly the best homecoming she could have ever hoped for.

THE END