The good wife
By Gabriel
A battered wife finds weights in the basement


This is a story I've been writing for several months; I don't think I've 
gotten it exactly where I want it but perhaps it will be enjoyed. There 
were a lot of inspirational authors who influenced this story, Paul 
Benjamin, Amazonfan, Montrose, to name a few. well, hope you enjoy it the 
usual caveats apply, Under 18, please don't read, strong sexual, and 
adult situations. Thanks

Gabriel





			The Good Wife
" Be strong saith my heart; I am a solider, I've seen worse sights than 
this"
				The Odyessy



	Okay, so here I'm again. Let's go over the facts once more. I'm at the 
night table, looking at my reflection, I'm looking at myself gently, ever 
so gently, applying makeup to that face, gently because the entire left 
side of my face feels like it was hit by a truck, there is a large blue-
black bruise that extends from just at my jawline to my left eye. I 
gently dab some makeup on the spot hoping that no one would notice it too 
much. I see some blood trickling down the right side of my mouth. I wipe 
it off absently with my forefinger, experiencing a little flash of pain, 
then go back to my repair job, the illusion to convince the outside world 
that my marriage is nothing less than perfect, after all, Bob, my husband 
would expect nothing less. Bob, there is something wrong with me, that I 
let him hit me and get away with it, but where would I go? Social 
Services, that would be a nightmare. The Police, would they even care? I 
felt trapped, trying desperately to save my family, that was what I was 
taught, the family is the most important thing, besides he always says 
he's sorry, I think, deep down, he is, but these beatings, they seem to 
get worse every day. Take today, I was cooking dinner when Bob arrived 
home, I could tell he had had a bad day at the office, but he didn't seem 
bad, in fact, although he looked tired, he was in a good enough mood. 

We sat down to a meticulously set table and the conversation was better 
than it had been in a while, he complimented me on my choice of food( 
Steak and potatoes, his favorite), everything seemed fine, the wine was 
flowing free enough, then I dropped my wine glass on the white carpet. I 
saw his whole face turn red, " That will never come up, clumsy..." He 
slapped me hard on the left cheek, " Never, Never, Never, " each 'never' 
punctuated by a slap. I knew better than to raise my hands to protect 
myself; I did that once, I wasn't able to leave the house for days, Bob 
beat me so bad that I honestly thought I would be better off dead. I was 
trapped, I thought as I applied the finishing touches to my battered 
face, after all, I'm thirty five, where would I go. I knew I was 
attractive enough, my face, while at the moment bruised, was oval, my 
nose straight, fairly sharper than most, I had good bone structure, and 
long dark hair; I had been out of college for a while now, if I could 
leave, which Bob would never allow to happen, I know that, but if I 
could, I had no experience at anything, I married Bob right out of 
college, how could I support Alicia? Every avenue led to the same 
conclusion. I was trapped. I sighed, looked at my reflection in the 
mirror one last time, put on a smile, and got out of the dress I was in, 
put on a fresh one, and proceeded downstairs to Bob, hurrying, he didn't 
like it when I moved too slow.

	" You were up there a long time, I thought I might have to come up and 
check on you", He bent down to kiss me, I'm about 5'5, Bob is 6'0, 
although he is in fair shape, he did look sort of lumpy, " Women always 
take so long..."

	" I'm sorry honey, I wanted to look my best for you, " It was the small 
voice I put on, I figured he wouldn't hit me, but you never can be too 
careful, I lowered by eyes subserviently. He took me in his arms.

	" It's okay, I love you, you know, even though you have to be corrected 
sometimes. Women, though, why is it all of you take so long in getting 
ready?" I didn't answer, just lowered my head even more, " Well, we're 
late, are you ready?"

	I bit my lip, " Yes, dear, where are we going, to meet Fred and 
Carole?"
	He shrugged, " Yeah, I wish we could stay home tonight, but Fred did 
invite me, and he is my boss, it will help me in the long run, so..." He 
trailed off. turning his wrist to look at his watch, " You know, you 
really did take a long time.."

I cringed, expecting to be hit, he turned toward the closet, though, and 
got our coats, slipped mine gently about my shoulders, and opened the 
door for me, followed and we got into the car, headed for the restaurant.

Three hours later, We arrived home from Dinner, Bob was not happy, the 
dinner, although I thought it was fine, seemed to be a cause of 
irritation for him, although I couldn't say why. I knew he would tell me, 
when we walked into the house and sure enough;

	" I hate those things, Fred is an asshole, " He said forcefully, " All 
night long, telling those lame jokes that we had to laugh at, and you, " 
I'm sure, to him, my face wore an expression of surprise, " Laughing as 
if it was the funniest thing in the world, " Almost casually, he slapped 
me, not hard, but hard enough to hear, and echo through the house. "Just 
remember next time, I don't like reminding you. By the way, haven't you 
put off cleaning the basement? It needs to be done tomorrow, preferable 
before I get home from work, Okay?" He flashed a big grin at me.

	" Okay, dear, I'll do it first thing", I hated that small, weak voice I 
was speaking in, but I thought it best. He took me in his arms, they were 
good arms, I thought, not too big, but just right.

	" That's my girl," I grinned, feeling like a child who had just been 
given a reward, " Come on upstairs, let's go to bed, " He raised an 
eyebrow. I knew what was coming, Bob had this thing, after, but not right 
after he 'corrected' me, he would always want me, sexually, it was almost 
as if he got turned on my hitting me, but surely not, I thought, Bob 
loved me. I fairly glided up the stairs, I was both apprehensive, and a 
little scared, sometimes, just sometimes, Bob got very rough, I don't 
think he realized it, but sometimes he scares me a lot during these 
times. We arrived at the bedroom, I carefully walked in, Bob was behind 
me, I heard the bedroom door lock click, I was locked in, but I didn't 
turn around, I dare not turn around until he, himself turned me around, 
that had been a 'lesson' too. Gently, he laid his hand on my shoulder, 
unzipping my dinner dress, with a sigh, it was silk, it flowed off my 
body, leaving me totally nude, Bob didn't like it when I wore panties, 
and slowly spun me around to face him. He didn't say a word, just laid 
his left hand on top of my head, with his right, he undid his pants, his 
cock sprang out at full attention, Uh-oh, I thought. Hesitantly, I tried 
to resist, but it was no use, so I slowly rolled my tongue along the tip 
of his cock, I could feel him shudder, suddenly and quite viciously, he 
grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to take his entire length into 
his mouth and he began to cum. Oh my God, I thought, I hate this, but 
there was nothing I could do as he forced me to swallow his cum, until 
finally, he stopped, his cock shrivelling in my mouth until in slipped 
from between my lips. I thought that was the end of it, I hoped so, I 
felt dirty, humiliated, I could still taste his cum, but that wasn't it, 
I could tell as I looked up at his face. There was this expression of 
relief, but something more, that face he always got when he thought I 
needed 'correction'.

His voice was barely a whisper, " You shouldn't have resisted", I felt 
his hand explode into my stomach, knocking all the air out of me, leaving 
me barely able to breathe. I gasped for breath. He slid his hands under 
my knees, picked me up and fairly threw me on the bed. Before I could 
react, he dropped heavily on top of me, I could feel his cock stiffening 
against my stomach. Using one hand to hold my arms above my head, he 
spread my legs with the other and thrust hard into my vagina. the initial 
penetration was painful; Bob started pumping harder and harder, kissing 
me hard, biting my breasts, one time, he bit so hard I thought I could 
feel blood trickling down. He had this look on his face that was nothing 
short of animalistic, but I dared not move. Suddenly all his muscles in 
his face just froze and I could feel him cumming inside me. He withdrew 
from me, bolted upright, and forced my mouth to again drink his semen. 
After what seemed an eternity, his cocked slipped from my lips. He lay 
down beside me, putting his arms around me, and lightly kissed me on my 
sweat forehead. I forced a smile, thinking that, at this moment, I would 
rather be dead. I watched him close his eyes, and silently, in the 
darkness, began to cry.

	I woke up the next morning, Bob wasn't there, so I decided that I had 
to get to work on that basement. the basement had been a rec room, of 
sorts, but over the years it had degenerated into a storage place of 
sorts. We really never went down there, but I think Bob just got it into 
his head that it should be spotless, like the rest of the house, so I was 
put to work on it. I snorted at little, bitter laugh, no job was too 
hard, or dirty for me, at least in his mind. I turned on the light, went 
downstairs into the basement. It was even messier than I remembered. The 
were boxes, blankets, crates, and various other things in the room that 
would have to be hauled away, stored, packaged, etc. I waded into the 
middle of the room and stubbed my toe on something. It was an old weight 
set, those plastic weights that you could buy at a retail store. Slowly I 
got everything in order, it took me all day, but I wasn't really tired 
when I got through, to be honest I felt kind of good, although with this 
mess I had every right to be tired. I picked up the bar with the weights 
on it, took some of the weight off, and began to slowly lift it over my 
head. I can't explain it, but it felt good, right somehow. It made me 
feel good. Maybe, I thought to myself, if I got myself into really good 
shape, Bob would notice me a little more and actually be proud of me. I 
could jog and then lift before he got home, and still have his dinner 
ready on time. I made a firm resolution to do it, but I knew it wouldn't 
be easy, so I decided to research it, maybe buy some fitness magazines, 
books, I knew that I had to do this right or I would end up hurting 
myself. Slow and steady became my mantra.

Three months passed, I could tell that I was putting on weight, but I 
thought that most of it was muscle. I had fixed up the rec room real 
nice, had painted it, set up a few mirrors, put a boombox down there to 
keep me company. It was far from being done, I thought I could improve it 
more, but it was livable. I was working out three hours a day with 
weights, six days a week, jogging up to six miles every other day, I was 
actually kind of proud of myself. There wasn't an ounce of fat on me. 
What I saw in the mirror was a woman who looked half my age, I took out a 
measuring tape. I stretched the tape around my biceps; they weren't 
exactly cut, but they were solid. Eighteen inches, not bad, I thought to 
my self, now for my chest, I took a deep breath and expanded my chest. 
Fifty seven, the tape read when I had gotten it around. I moved on down 
to my waist. Twenty eight, I saw ripples in the abdominal muscles and 
made a mental note to increase my work in that area. Now, on to legs, the 
body part that seemed to give me the most trouble. I carefully pulled the 
tape around my thighs. I looked at the tape in wonder. Twenty six inches 
it read, I was amazed, I thought my legs looked kind of skinny, maybe it 
was just because the were proportionally long, I don't know, but they 
were certainly big. I liked the shape of my legs even though they were a 
bitch to train. I have small joints, so my thighs and calves look that 
much more impressive. I move down to my calves, nineteen inches; I've put 
on muscle real fast, must be that I'm eating right, I know I'm getting 
enough protein. Bob has been on this oral kick for months now, although 
he is not as rough as he was that first time, thank god. As strange as it 
may sound, I like this aspect of our sex life now, I really don't mind it 
at all. To be a bit indelicate, I love his taste, I love to feel his hot 
semen running down my throat, when I do it now, I feel a warm sensation 
flowing all over my body. I know this next part is going to sound 
strange, but it feels as if that semen is going directly to my muscles. 
After we are finished, instead of feeling tired and spent, I feel great, 
like I could bench a thousand pounds. I sometimes think that I can almost 
feel my muscles growing, getting bigger and bigger, stronger and 
stronger. Just the other night, as I was giving Bob oral sex; I felt him 
shiver and knew he was about to blow, quickly I clapped my mouth over his 
cock, sucking his cock like it was a straw, I started sucking harder and 
harder, trying to get every drop. I felt him slap me on the head, "Damn, 
do you have to suck so hard? I felt like my insides were about to come 
out", I lowered my eyes, felt his now limp cock slip from my lips, " 
Sorry, honey, I didn't realize..." He glowered at me, I think he was 
beginning to suspect that all that weight I had put on was maybe a little 
more that fat. But he smiled down at me, "It's okay, you were fantastic," 
He gently reached down and lifted me gently to my feet and hugged me 
close to him. I don't know what it was, but something just wasn't right. 
Then it hit me, all of a sudden, He felt delicate and soft, downright 
puny as he hugged me tighter. I crossed my hands behind his back, when a 
thought entered my head, a wild one. He felt soft and light in my arms; I 
knew that he weighed about one hundred ninety pound, that's more than 
three times less than what I bench press, about two times what I curl, 
But I though, 'I could squeeze just a little, and I could break his ribs, 
he feels so light', but just as quickly, that thought was banished, He 
loved me, I would never do anything to hurt him. Besides, I thought, he 
probably is still stronger than I am.

	A year had passed since I had first found those weights in the 
basement, and I almost couldn't believe what the mirror was showing me. I 
knew I had worked hard, damn hard, there were days when I felt like the 
weights were moving me, but I kept at it; I had developed a resolve that 
I had never known before. I stared critically into the full length, wall 
covering mirror of my basement; that's how I thought of it, my basement, 
I had fixed it up really nice, had installed a rack stereo, and painted 
from the floor to the very top of the ten foot ceiling. My body had 
shaped up as well, surpassing even the size I had put on nine months ago, 
combined with the tan I had gotten from the tanning salon, I thought I 
looked great. Broad shoulders, thick traps, I hit a 'most muscular' pose 
and saw them flex like two thick steel cables. I heard a tear in my tight 
t-shirt and saw the muscles literally burst through the fabric. I smiled, 
as I flared my lats to full expand my huge back, I felt like a huge cobra 
expanding its hood; If I keep this up, I thought, I'll soon be topless, I 
could feel the seams on the side of the shirt straining as hooked my 
fingers in my shorts and flared my wide back even more. The reflection 
showed a V-shaped torso that led down to a tiny muscled plated waist, 
revealed by the now skin tight t-shirt, which in turn led down to hard, 
round, shapely hips. My tight shorts strained to hold my huge thighs; I 
never thought I could get so big, but just look at me now, I thought. 
Calves that flared out like oversized diamonds made my legs look that 
much bigger. I had to measure myself. I bent down to get the measuring 
tape at my feet when I noticed my breasts. Straightening up, holding the 
tape in my hand, I stared critically at my breast, which stood 
cantilevered out, proud, arrogant, in defiance of gravity, supported my 
powerful pectoral muscles. I crossed my hands in front of me, and flexed 
the pecs, they jumped and bulged up and out. Smiling widely, I flexed the 
right and left muscles, and watched my breasts fill a t-shirt that could 
no longer contain them. They continued to float up and outward until I 
heard the overmatched t-shirt rip up the front and saw my breasts come 
spilling out. I continued to flex harder; my nipples were stood out a 
half an inch, I felt so hot that I resisted the urge to play with myself; 
I had a workout to do. I took the measuring tape and, flexing my left 
bicep, wrapped the tape around. I was difficult, the peak of my bicep ad 
prominent and I had trouble getting the tape around it, but when I did, 
It read twenty three inches. I expanded my now nude chest and found it 
measured seventy one inches. Quickly, I went down to my thighs which were 
thirty six inches, and calves which were twenty three inches, making them 
as big as my biceps. I smiled, I had worked hard, I thought, time to 
train.

	I lifted more weight today that I ever had, it was kind of scary how 
strong I was. I started with bench presses, it was my favorite, after 
all. I loaded three hundred pounds onto the bar, expecting it to give me 
a good warmup. It didn't. I leaned back, settled into position, and eased 
the bar of the rack, slowly lowered it to my chest, and up again, pumping 
fifteen reps with ease. I frowned, I didn't think I was that strong. I 
added two fifty pound plates on each side and, again lowered my self 
under the bench, and again rep'd the weight up to fifteen, again 
marveling at how easy it was. I put another two fifty pound weights on 
each side, same result. I put another two fifty pounders on each side of 
the bar, and slowly pumped it for another fifteen reps. I flexed my 
powerful pectoral muscles, they swelled even larger than they had a 
moment ago. I next grabbed the heaviest dumbbells, the one hundred sixty 
five pounders, and leaned back on the incline bench. Curling them into 
position, I executed fifteen reps with no difficulty at all. I did eight 
sets, when I finished, I felt like I could do at least twenty more sets, 
but I thought it best that I exercised another body part, so I moved on 
to biceps; I put all my free weights on one bar, it added up to over a 
thousand pounds, and I still curled it as if it were no trouble, the 
veins in my arms pumping blood to the engorged muscle as the biceps 
swelled and expanded with power. I put the weight down, and was a little 
frustrated, I had grown so strong that none of my weights would give me a 
decent workout. I just as I was unloading the bar, I heard the front door 
slam, Bob was home. I frantically looked at the clock. It read 11:30am, 
he wasn't supposed to be home until 6:00pm.

	" Honey, I'm home, where are you?, " I could hear him call from above. 
I scrambled to pull on something, all I found was an old, cutoff sweat 
shirt that I had cut out the neck and arms so it would fit me, I liked it 
but it was very revealing, exposing my large pecs and breasts. I then 
realized that maybe I was taking a little longer to answer than I should. 
Sure enough, I heard the door open up at the top of the stairs, and saw 
Bob open it and came down the stairs. He was looking around and 
whistling, I don't even think he noticed me for a minute, " You've really 
done a good job on the basement, looks great, but I...." He finally 
noticed me, standing there in my cut off sweater and really tight, small 
shorts, barefooted..." Geez, your huge, I thought you were getting fat, 
but look at you, " I smiled, I took it as a compliment, I thought he 
really like my body now, but a strange look came over his face, "Don't 
workout anymore, I don't like it, I think you look like a man, I don't 
want my wife looking like a man.." he started towards me. He had a snarl 
on his face, Damn, I thought, of all the rotten luck, I had been so 
careful, this past year, in concealing my muscles, as they had grown 
bigger and bigger, it became more difficult, but I had succeeded up until 
this moment. I backed up, hoping that he wouldn't hurt me too bad. I felt 
my back against the wall as he slowly walked towards me until  stood mere 
inches from me. He raised his hand and I flinched, but he laid them 
gently on my shoulders and pushed me down to a kneeling position, 
directly in front of his crotch. Well, I thought, I know what's next. His 
hands left my shoulders, and his right one unzipped his fly, pulling out 
his cock. His left one settled behind my head, roughly pushing me 
forward. I examined it, a bit of pre-cum was already dribbling of his 
head. With the tip of my tongue, I tasted it, lightly licking his head." 
Prove to me you still are a woman, and maybe I won't correct you", I 
slowly took more and more of him in my mouth, with my right hand, I very 
gently caressed the underside of his scrotum. I felt his body shiver, I 
knew he would come soon, sure enough I felt him cum, eagerly I sucked 
harder, I don't know what it was, when I first swallowed the semen, I 
felt a tremendous rush of strength, so I wanted more, and more, I sucked 
harder and harder, hoping to extract every bit. I glanced up from my 
task, and noticed a look of extreme pain on Bob's face. " Damn...", He 
was grimacing in agony, the pain evident in his voice, ..." Stop your 
sucking too hard..ugh..feels..my insides...", I ignored him, I was 
feeling stronger and stronger, with every mouthful I drank. Finally, 
after what had seemed an eternity, his now limp cock slipped out of my 
mouth. I stood up, examining the look on his face, there was pain, yes, 
but I could also see that I was in for it now. I thought to curl my body 
in a ball, hope that Bob wouldn't connect solidly with his now clenched 
fists. "When I say stop, you stop", He screamed as he threw a punch 
toward my stomach. It got in before I could react and I heard the flesh 
on flesh contact as his fist met my stomach.....and I felt nothing, 
nothing at all. He wound up and swung again, and again I felt nothing. My 
muscle plated abs absorbed his best blow, and I had felt nothing. I 
looked at Bob and he seemed to be shrinking. I looked down at my arms and 
saw the muscles contracting and growing right in front of my eyes. I 
looked back at the full length mirror, I saw my entire body start to 
ripple and bulge, growing with each passing second. Soon, I was at eye 
level with Bob, who just stood there with a stunned expression on his 
face. Soon, though, I was looking down at Bob, I could see the top of his 
head, and I still kept getting taller, and bigger by the second. I could 
feel my hair brush up against the ten foot ceiling. I looked over at the 
full length mirror and saw my legs and torso. Geez, I thought I was big 
before, I was absolutely huge now!! I had to be the most muscular person 
in the world now; I curled my arm in a biceps pose and the muscle 
exploded off my arm forming a massive, peaking muscle that must have been 
at least three feet in circumference. I looked down, and saw Bob, who had 
this look of terror as he slowly looked up at me. It was as if a veil was 
lifted from my head, I was bigger than him, I was stronger than him, and 
I didn't have to take his abuse. I took one step toward him, smiling. 
Evidently he had had enough, he bolted towards the stairs and ran up them 
as of his life depended on it. I was quickly behind him, taking the steps 
ten at a time until I came to the doorway; the top of which now came up 
to my stomach, hunching me over. I put my hands on the top of the doorway 
and pushed as hard as I could, the doorway and the surrounding plaster 
exploded and crumbled. I quickly strode through, aware of the low 
ceilings in the house, which were only nine feet here, I saw Bob 
sprinting toward the door. As fast as I could, I tried to stop him, but 
with the crowded space, he beat me there, but not by much. I wiggled 
through the doorway, watched as Bob got in his car, slammed the door and 
frantically tried to find the keys to start the car. Oh, no, I thought, 
your not getting away that easy. I walked up to the car door, and 
immediately Bob slammed the lock down on it. I smiled, went around to the 
back of the car. I didn't care if the neighbors saw me or not. I gripped 
my hands around the steel bumper and lifted, expecting to strain. I 
didn't. The back of the car rose easily in the air. I took the entire 
weight of the car in my arms, it felt so light!!! I saw Bob still 
struggling with the keys so I decided to shake him up, or rather shake 
the car up. I began to shake it up and down, side to side, violently. I 
almost dropped the car, I was laughing so hard; Bob was being tumbled 
head over heels throughout the interior of the car, finally ending up in 
the back seat. I decided we had had enough fun, and dropped the car with 
a resounding thud that again knocked Bob off balance. I walked to the 
side of the car, and bending down to look at Bob through the window, 
motioned for him to get out of the car and follow me back into the house. 
Bob had this look of terror on his face, and quickly slammed down the 
locking mechanism on the door. I laughed, ran my fingers through my hair, 
grabbed the door handle and ripped the entire door of the car. Reaching 
in with my huge hand, I grabbed him by the shirt and bodily lifted him 
out, and up, holding him with one hand, and carried him back into the 
house, again being careful not to damage the front door; it was a tight 
squeeze, but I managed it, and made my way with Bob back down to the 
basement. All the way there, he kept screaming, and cursing me. Finally, 
I ducked back through the door, and gently set him down on the basement 
floor. I had to stifle a giggle, he looked like a puny, angry five year 
old to me. He was still screaming and ranting, saying things like freak, 
and how he intended to beat me, he just didn't totally understand yet. I 
was lost in thought about what to do, when suddenly, Bob rushed toward 
me, hoping to throw me off balance; it was like he hit a brick wall, I 
didn't move an inch and he was sort of flung back. He again rushed me, 
more out instinct than anything else,  I bent down and wrapped both my 
arms around his lower back, and picked him up off the floor, Bob 
struggling ineffectually. He was still screaming, so I squeezed a little. 
His eyes bugged out, and he started whimpering, begging me to stop. I 
decided to squeeze a little harder; I suddenly jolted his body, and a big 
'whoosh' escaped from his lips and he went limp in my arms. I looked down 
at his now unconscious body, his face was frozen, but strangely enough, 
as I held him effortlessly in my arms, his expression looked angelic, 
peaceful, and I realized something. I cradled him like I would cradle a 
baby, in one arm, and slowly, gently ran my hands through his hair. He 
let out a whimper, and I thought my knees would buckle, I couldn't 
believe that his pain, was arousing me as much as it was. I saw him 
shift, wincing a little at his sore ribs, my nipples sprang to life. I 
knew two things then, that I liked to see Bob in pain, although I quickly 
amended that, I like to see the fear, the awe in his eyes at the new, 
giant me, and that I wanted to be even stronger, even bigger. I smiled a 
little, I knew what I had to do.

The End