Comparisons: by Iczerman

I consider myself very fortunate.

My job is working as a research scientist for a sports medicine firm and earn good income. I've also married my true love and have a very satisfying sex life.

But that's the problem.

I seem to be the only one that's enjoying sex. I've talked to Susan about this and she says that she's satisfied, but to be honest, I can't tell if she really is. She's shy by nature and I'm one of those men that "saved' himself for the "right one', not having pre-marital sex. So I must confess that I cannot tell if she has ever had an orgasm.

Susan came from a large family and she was one of the middle children, so I surmised that she felt ignored and had low self esteem. I didn't marry her because I felt sorry for her, I did love her, but I always felt that she did what I wanted just to please me. We both had a membership at the local gym and I would wake her up early twice a week to go workout. She pumped iron just as hard as I did and her 5-5' figure did firm up quite a bit, but I could tell that she also worked out- just to please me.

One day I came to the realization that I can't enjoy our sex life and not have Suzan enjoy it with me. I must find a way to help Susan enjoy our sexual relationship and build her self-confidence. Unknown to her, I began to research ways in which to unlock the female production of testosterone without the side effects of facial hair, voice lowering and aggressive behavior. What I came up with was, if I say so myself, a unique way of combining estrogen with testosterone using rare herbs in a base of avena sativa and nettles. When I came up with the final formula I asked Suzan if she would try it for a week or two, she agreed.

As a scientist it is my job to note minute changes in any test subject or experiment. After two weeks on the formula I noticed Suzan's muscles became a little fuller and firmer. After a time it was she who woke me up on the days we were to work out, anxious to get to the gym. Her progress was steady and the weights she lifted got heavier.

I started to become a little concerned when she started using more weight than I was, but I was proud of her progress nonetheless. She became more and more aggressive in the gym, but at home she remained the sweet, shy, quiet girl that I married.

After several months it was like being married to a new woman, at least as far as her figure was concerned. Her muscles grew large and full. Her trapezius muscles almost reached up to her ears and her deltoids became so big that it looked like her shoulders were twice as wide as they were when she started. Her biceps became huge and round, a lone thick vein traveling along the long axis of her arm. The forearm muscles were well developed and vascular. When Suzan and I sat on the sofa watching television, I would put my arm around her and try to cup her shoulder, but eventually it became too big for my hand. She told me she liked how I would caress the giant vein that ran up and down her bicep.

Her thighs didn't grow like her upper body, but became firmer and had a nice inner and outer sweep, but when she would squat close to two tons, I could see her thighs bulge and swell. Her calves grew into large heart shaped masses of flesh.

Her rear end became firmer, larger and rounder. It became apparent that she had a hard time finding jeans or pants to wear, because of her new waist to hip ratio. She now wore very loose fitting skirts that came down to her knees, which inadvertently called attention to her bulging calves. In public she wore larger blouses that would button down the middle, but around the house she would wear tight, body-hugging short sleeve sweaters and t-shirts. She said she liked that way the tight tops hugged her growing body.

I asked her one time why she pushed herself so hard, why she wanted to keep growing bigger and stronger. She said that this was an opportunity for her to become unique, and not just be like anyone else.

"I want to be-.super." She would say quietly.

Her muscles were not the only part of her that changed. Her breasts grew larger and faster than her muscles did. They increased in circumference dramatically. They started from her collarbone, arching upward with their apex at the nipple pointing upward. She quit wearing bras at home, but would wear them in public, not for support, but to pull her buoyant breasts downward. They extended more than elbows length in front of her. But she managed to work around their vastness when it came to household activities.

As Suzan's breasts and muscles grew larger and stronger, I started to feel, how shall I say it, a strong vibration coming from her body. I felt energized just being close her. She also seemed to enjoy sex more. I remember feeling her body tremble in a funny way one night and she did that more often every time we had sex since then. I must be doing something right because she would hold me close and tell me she loved me. When I asked her if she had an orgasm, and she just would smile.

I'll took that as a "yes'.

I suppose a satisfying home life can spill over to ones occupation. My wife now being in charge of my workouts and pushing me( pushing herself harder also) to improve, my improved physique and appearance helped me on my job and soon I was promoted to a higher position. I would be directly reporting to many of the company's top executives and received a hefty pay increase. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

Until the day I-"met"- the Vice President of Operations.

She was a stunning woman. Well dressed and had a very sharp mind. She had worked for everything she had and was wildly successful. The way she looked at me when I gave my reports I thought was her being attentive, but she had other things on her mind.

I was in the elevator when she came in and the look she gave those following her made it VERY clear that she wanted to be alone with me. When the elevator was halfway between floors she stopped it and walked up close to me. She was well over six feet tall and had on quite expensive perfume.

I was literally cornered.

She made it known to me that if we were to work together effectively, that we should "get to know" one another. She pressed her breasts up against my upper chest and her hand went to my buttocks.

"When I want something..." She said in a low breathy voice. "I do what it takes to get it."

" I'm-um-married." I found myself stammering, but I couldn't say anymore.

"One of those eh?" She cooed. "I'll give you some time to think about it, and at the same time you can think about your future with this company." She stepped away and started the elevator. When it came to the bottom floor she changed from an aggressive seductress to a competent, professional businesswoman in the blink of an eye.

I looked at my watch and noted the time. I could not keep this from Suzan, but I'm not sure how she would react. I didn't -do- anything-but that may be the problem. Should I have done or said more?

When I came home that evening, I saw Suzan in the kitchen making dinner. It was one of the hardest things I had to do, but I owed it to her. I loved her with all my heart.

She was silent when I related what happened, her head bowed. When I finished I waited for her to react, it was the longest minute in my life.

"Did you make a note as to the time and place?" She asked.

"Yes, I -I did." I have gone to meetings learning how to deal with sexual harassment and knew what to do.

"In a way-I don't blame her. You are a very handsome and well built man. I made sure of that."

I was surprised by her change of tone.

"Tell me about her. Does she have a pretty face? As pretty as mine?

"She is-a very handsome woman." I said.

"How about her waistline? Does she have abs like I do?" Looking at me steadily in the eye, she untucked her body-hugging cotton blouse and rolled it up, revealing solid, deep abdominals. As she did so, her breasts were pushed up higher than they normally were, almost covering her mouth. She traced the deep fissures of her stomach gently with one finger.

"I-um..couldn't tell."

"She kept her clothes on? Oh..I remember-you couldn't look down to check because she was standing so close to you. Well, she may be in good shape so I'll say she has abs. That's two for her and none for me-I'm losing aren't I"

I just stared into her eyes.

"Is her waist as small as mine?" She tucked her blouse back into her skirt and cinched up the belt one notch tighter, at the same time she took a deep breath in, causing her breasts to lift upward and strain the fabric of her shirt. "My waist is around 20 inches, given that she's six feet tall, the odds are very slim that she has a skinnier waist that I do. One point for me."

I couldn't help but smile.

"Does she have breasts as big as mine, are they as firm?" She took my hand and placed it on her bosom, not blinking an eye. Was it my imagination or did her breasts swell a little larger as I touched her? My fingers instinctively found their way to her nipple and I started to caress it gently. It became harder and fatter at my touch, stretching the material of her blouse tightly. They grew and grew until they were three inches long. I could tell this was affecting her because her face was flushed, but she never took her eyes off of mine.

"How about her legs?" She took her skirt and pulled it up, baring her smooth, shapely thigh. Her skin was taught and shiny without a blemish. She tensed her thigh and from nowhere her quadriceps exploded into three distinct mounds of muscle with deep valleys between them. She pointed her toes and the calf muscle bunched up into hardened knots. "Are they like mine-better perhaps?"

"No!" I was 100 % sure of that!

"Is she as strong as I am?" Suzan stepped back and raised her arms, flexing her biceps. Her arms swelled with power and strength. At the same time her blouse snapped away from her belted waist, her swelling breasts almost blocked her mouth from my sight..

"Get the measuring tape. I want to know how big I am." She asked coyly.

When I got back she flexed her right bicep and held it. I gingerly wrapped the tape around it and read aloud the number.

"25 inches." I said.

"Wait-I can make it bigger." She started to flex her bicep over and over, causing the veins to stand out. The one running along the top of her biceps swelled almost twice as large as before.

"Measure me now." She said smiling.

"28 inches." I stammered. "Suzan-you're-"

" Shussh-.I'm not finished." She then lifted her arms straight over her head. "I have always been curious as to what my measurements are. I know my waist is around 20 inches, but for the record I would like it to be measured as well, would you do the honors?"

Try as I might, I couldn't keep my hands from lingering over certain parts of her body as I measured her bustline, waist and hips.

"90-19-38." I said proudly.

"Now- tell me-does she have a better figure than I do?"

I just stood there and smirked.

"I'll interpret that as a "no'. She said as she came up and stood up close to me and put her hands on my hips.( She couldn't reach that far around on account of her huge bosom) " I believe the score is 6 to 2 in my favor, I-win" She declared quietly triumphant.

" Yes-you certainly do!" I was proud of my little super Suzan.

"And I want my prize-.now!" She tried to sound commanding, but she then started to blush.

I was more than happy to oblige.