More Comparisons    by Iczerman

 

 

     I like what my wife has become.

     She was like a boiling caldron of strength and energy. I wouldn't say that she had super-human strength-like Superman or something-but the poundages she handled when she we worked out went far into the four figure range. One would think all that added bulk would slow her down, that would have been a wrong assumption.  She moved lightly and quickly. Homemaking activities were carried out with greater efficiency. Her vast energy sent out a vibration that could be felt throughout the house such that I could always tell where she was.

    Her frame and height remained the same petite 5' 5", but her muscles grew into large, bulbous masses of flesh, especially her arms, shoulders and chest. The spandex blouses she liked wearing (around the house) accentuated every crevice created by her muscles origins and insertions. Her breasts still grew larger over time, remaining firm and seemingly weightless, never encumbering her movements or getting in her way.

     I could tell she took pleasure in making her body grow bigger and stronger. The one body part she loved to train, and pushed herself the hardest, were her biceps. To hear her grunts of exertion in that soft, small voice caused me to admire the effort she put into her training. When flexed her arms after a set and smile as they grew bigger and bigger over time, I knew she thought the effort was worth it.  Her attitude changed we found out that they grew to a massive 30 inches. It was then that she started training harder..if that were possible. She had a goal in mind and would not relent until she reached it.  I would wake up early in the morning and see her standing in front of the mirror flexing her biceps repeatedly. Suzan's grunts became louder and lower in pitch when she worked out, but a part of me liked to see her struggle to get bigger.

     Her biceps grew to 31, then 31 #, then 32 inches.  When her biceps reached 32 # mountainous inches, she hugged and kissed me. The smile on her face told me in that she reached her goal.

     "My arms now measure # of my height!" She said triumphantly. And then that small coy smile.. "What do I get for a reward?"

     That was one of the few times the invitation to intimacy was spoken with words. Over time our sexual communication became increasingly non-verbal. From the time she first-.."demanded"-sex (a memory that still makes me chuckle), she took the initiative more often. What I noticed was that when she made the invitation, our lovemaking seemed to increase both in pleasure and intensity for us both. It has come to the point where she was in complete control of our sexual relationship. Submitting to her will in this matter was one of the best decisions I've made.

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     It occurred to me that I've been working hard and not had a vacation this year. Sure Suzan and I would take little trips on weekends, but I have been very busy at my new position at the company. A golden opportunity presented itself when the Board of Directors decided to have its quarterly meeting at the home office of one its subsidiaries located on Honolulu, Hawaii.

    Suzan was excited about going and started making plans and buying new clothes for the trip. We ended up flying at night due to the fact that first class seats were so expensive during peak travel hours. We couldn't fly business class because Suzan had a hard time going up and down the narrow aisles because there wasn't enough breast room-er-legroom for her to sit and be comfortable. Suzan seemed to be amused about all the stares she got from both men and women and laughed out loud at some of the comments that little kids would make.

     We checked in at the hotel late that night and Suzan fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed.

     At 7 o'clock am the phone rang right on schedule.  Not wanting to wake up super sleepy-head next to me I tried to shower and change into my suit. We were so tired from traveling that we didn't bother to unpack. I was about to leave for the meeting when a groggy Suzan kissed me on the cheek, mumbled something about unpacking and good luck before falling back into bed.

     With the aid of a couple of herbal energizers and a good breakfast, I made it through my presentation to the Board of Directors. The company Vice President, who I uncomfortably met in an elevator two years ago, paid close attention to my presentation. And also paid close attention to my-er-.private parts-looking me up and down constantly as I gave my report. I tried to cover up the fact that her crass smirk made me nervous. I was fortunate that my report was the first thing on the agenda and that the rest of the week I could relax with Suzan taking in the sights and relaxing on the beach.
     When I got back to my room I saw Suzan busily unpacking and organizing all our clothes. She asked me how my meeting was and I told her that it went fine. I also told her about Ms. Schumpster's -.close scrutiny.

     "As long as that's all she does." Suzan said non-chalantly. "It's beautiful outside! Why don't we put on our bathing suits and take in some sunshine!" Again her tone abruptly changed-that's one of the things I like about her.

    While I was putting on my swimsuit I noticed that Suzan was still bustling around the room putting things in order while trying not to look at me undress, but I did catch her peeking once or twice.

     "Aren't you coming?" I finally asked.

    " Welllll-.I have a new swimsuit and I want it to be a surprise when you see me." She then started to blush.

    "Don't keep me waiting too long now!" I teased as I left the room.

     As I went out to the hotel swimming pool I came to the realization that even though I've seen Suzan nude-I've never seen her in a swimsuit since she acquired her new figure. The thought of that visual treat was interrupted by a familiar smell, a hand on my shoulder and a chilling, throaty voice.

     "Long time no see-I see you've been working out." Gladys Shumpster grabbed my rear end and gave it a squeeze. "Have you thought of my-offer? You've had enough time to think about it."

     To be honest I have thought about it. I have changed some in two years and Suzan has changed much also. My love for her has grown as strong as her body has.

     "Ms. Shumpster." I said respectfully, but not without an edge to my voice. "I'm very-."

     A sharp hiss came from her lips as she forced me against the wall, my chin buried in cleavage.

     "Very happily married." Came a voice from behind my assailant.

    "Why if it's not the little wif-." Her voice caught in her throat. Suzan stood there wearing her one piece, form fitting swimsuit. The shiny garment hugged every curve of her body, its peach coloring made it look like she was naked. It was high cut on the hip and the straps that were supposed to support her breasts were not stretched or tight, for her breasts needed no such help. I have never seen Suzan angry before, and I hope I will never heave those eyes fixed on me in that fashion ever!

    "It's a pleasure to FINALLY meet you Ms. Shumpster. I have heard a lot about you." Suzan said as she appraised the dazed executive. "You wish to compete with me for my husband?"

    Ms. Shumpster backed away from me and stood up against the wall.

    "I will say this first, you do have good taste when it comes to men. My husband is handsome, smart, and in good physical shape, thanks to me. And you do have a beautiful face, but I would put myself in the "cute" category when it comes to looks. So that part of our competition is rather subjective." Suzan started to pace back and forth, always keeping one eye on Ms. Shumpster."

     "Do you have breasts as big and firm as mine?" Suzan took a deep breath in causing her huge breasts to lift higher on her chest, straining the shoulder straps of her bathing suit.

     Ms. Schumpster was well endowed and the bikini she was wearing under her thigh-length robe held her breasts together showing quite a lot of cleavage, but her DD's were no match for Suzan's  S cups.

     "Let's compare waistlines. Due to the fact I a lot shorter than you, I would have a smaller waist by default. So let's look at abdominals." Suzan walked up closer to Gladys and bent over a little, inspecting her midsection. "You have been taking good care of yourself; you have a nice, tight waistline with some abdominal definition. But mine are better."

     Suzan raised her arms and put her hands behind her head, causing her breasts to lift, revealing, in spite of the material of her bathing suit, the distinct outline of her abdominal muscles. When she tensed her midsection, the outlines turned into deep furrows of etched stone. A slight swivel to the hips punctuated her statement.

     "Let's talk about our glutes-." Suzan began to turn around when out from seemingly nowhere Gladys whipped out a magnum 44. Where did she keep that weapon concealed?

     "I'm done talking." Ms. Shumpster sneered, pointing the mussel of the hand cannon in Suzan's face.

     Quicker than I imagined, Suzan reached up and with her thumb and index finger and pinched the barrel of the firearm shut as if it were made of rubber. In all the board meetings I've attended, I've NEVER seen Gladys Shumpster sweat.

     "I'm not." Said Suzan as she discarded the useless weapon. "Turn around, let's see." She ordered.

     Ms.  Shumpster reluctantly complied.

     "You've been hitting the Stairmaster I see, you have a nicely shaped derriere. Uh-ohhhhh." Suzan's admiration turned to concern. "I do see traces of-.cellulite? You poor thing, all that exercising and you still have those nasty dimples.  As you can see I have no trace of cellulite on my buns. Mine are bigger, rounder, firmer, and jut out further than yours." Suzan turned around and firmly slapped her behind, no trace of jiggle could be seen. I just realized that I have never done that to her before, I wonder if she would like that-.

     "And last but not least, we come to legs. I have well shaped legs like yours. But mine are thicker and stronger, but you can't tell at first glance." Suzan tensed her thighs and every major muscle group swelled at to at least twice their size. That's one thing I've noticed about Suzan, when she would flex her muscles, not matter which group, they would expand much larger than they were at "rest'.

    "The facts are these, Ms. Shumpster. I'm bigger than you." Suzan put her hands on her hips and lifted her ribcage. Her breasts swelled larger and I wasn't sure if I heard fabric tearing-

     "I'm stronger than you." She slowly flexed her left bicep. I have to admit that liked to see her do that, to see that mass of flesh engorge with blood, strength and power. To watch her bicep swell higher and bigger. When she started to flex her arm repeatedly was when it hit me. I could only describe it as a shockwave of her energy that punched me in the stomach, almost causing me to double over. I then felt my body start to respond to her confidence, strength and beauty.

     "I'm sexier than you." Suzan stared Gladys straight in the eye, not blinking. I saw Ms. Shumpsters eyes widen as she looked at Suzan's nipples grow longer and harder with each beat of her powerful heart.  I didn't know she could do that seemingly at will. Another shockwave hit me as her nipples grew to over four inches in length and started to throb slightly. My body reached the apex of its response to Suzan's sexual energy.

    "The fact is that I have what you have and much more, Ms. Shumpster." Suzan declared.

    "There is money and POWER. I and my associates control many things and people. We could give him whatever he wants." Answered Ms. Shumpster awkwardly.

     "He already has me. There is no one in the world like me. I know what it takes and will do what I can to make him happy." Said Suzan. "When it comes to power, you don't know what you have. And when it comes to money, he doesn't know what he has."            

     Suzan abruptly turned around walked away, me following close behind.

     " That's it mister. You've made the biggest mistake of your life."  Spat Gladys.

     "On the contrary, I've prevented myself from making the biggest mistake of my life." I said without looking back..

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     I thought Suzan would be worried when I quit my job, but she was supportive and was concerned that I took two days to come to that decision. I was contemplating pressing charges against Ms. Shumpster for assault with a deadly weapon, but who would believe that Suzan rendered the magnum useless with just a pinch of her fingers?

    It took me all of two weeks to find another job with a reputable medical firm, head of the research division.

    I asked Suzan what she meant by Ms. Shumpster not knowing about power. She handed me a copy of the Wall Street Journal and pointed out the feature article. Ms. Shumpster was being indicted for insider trading, manipulating account records and shredding documents. My former company is now bankrupt and many have lost money. My stomach sank to my knees when I told her that all of my savings were tied up in company stock. Suzan smiled and said that one year ago she sold my company stock and now had it invested in very safe and stable selection of stocks and mutual funds.

    "What do you think I've been doing while you're at work? Housework only takes an hour to do, so I've been reading the Journal and learning about investing. I've also done a search on your computer and looked at Ms. Shumpster's r#sum#. I found out that all of the company's that she was involved in self destructed two years after she quit. In this case she was too greedy and things imploded before she could leave."  Suzan explained as she sat on my lap, her head resting on my shoulder.

     I have read that a good wife is far more precious than jewels.

     Many have done well, but Suzan has exceeded them all.

     I count myself as being the most fortunate among men.