Su Ling By Uncle Sleazy The effect of spinach and guarana This story is dedicated to my friends marknew742, and Michelle Lemuscle, and is loosely based on several concepts gleaned from their writings. It all started several years ago. I work for an Oil company, and had been sent to Singapore to learn some Chinese and Malaysian prior to taking over as manager of the company's' oil exploration operation in the straits of Malaga for a one year tour. Then, if I did well, I expected to be called back to the corporate office in New Orleans. As part of my language lessons, the instructor advised me to interact with the locals as much as possible. Since I had been recently divorced, I took that as an excuse to try and get me a girlfriend, maybe do a bit of touring, and take in the Singaporean night life. In any event, I met a cute Eurasian named Su Ling working in a souvenir shop. She was tall for a Chinese girl, about 5 ft 6. Skin as fine and fair as porcelain that had a fine golden tinge, like a pale wine. Hair as black and lustrous as silk was tied back with a red ribbon. It flowed like a dark river down to her shapely butt. Slender hands with incredibly delicate fingers. A far cry from the women I usually tried to date. She didn't look particularly muscular, but had that lithe, agile appearance so common to Asian folks. Our hands touched when she handed me a painted stone egg. It seemed as if an electric spark had gone through my body. Throwing caution to the winds, I asked her if she knew of a good restaurant, and when she mentioned a place, I asked if she would care to join me. To my surprise, she agreed to meet me after work. Well, we had a nice time, and when I asked her out again, she agreed. She spoke enough broken English that we could communicate, and my Cantonese began to improve as she took pleasure in teaching me the local idioms. We dated several times, never getting past the goodnight kiss stage, and then one night she took me to one of the more popular discos. To my surprise I saw that they had a Oil wrestling contest going on in a sunken ring near the bar. Su Ling noted my interest, as I could hardly keep my eyes off one of the contestants. The girl was named Caroline, according to the announcer, and my eyes bugged out as she flexed her biceps when she was introduced. Nice arms, good definition. She probably could have done well in fitness contests back in the States with a little work. She was definitely European, but could have been from Australia, I never had a chance to talk to her. "Why you stare that bitch?" asked Su Ling. "Su Ling, you are my lady" I replied, "but I have a thing for muscle on girls. Besides, I was only looking." "Why you not ask see my muscle?" she said. "Heck" I replied, I can hardly communicate with you about basic things. I figured if I tried to talk about muscle, I might scare you off." "You like muscle, you look this." She said, and rolled back her right sleeve and flexed. It was about what I had expected. She had a toned arm, but not much of a bicep. "Nice." I politely murmured, as my eyes were again drawn to Caroline. "Nice" she snarled. "You like that bitch, I fix that." She stood up and walked up to the bar and began talking to the manager. "Well, you sure blew that one kiddo." I thought to myself as I settled back to watch Caroline pin her opponent. As I had hoped, she went into a victory flex as the crowd applauded. The announcer walked out and began babbling something in Cantonese. It was too blurry for me to make it out entirely, but it seemed to be something about the next match. I practically passed out when Su Ling entered the ring. Or was it? This girl was buff, her abs were tight, her legs were ripped, and her arms were awesome. Even her boobs looked solid. Her biceps made Caroline's look puny. She stared right at my table as she flexed. I thought I was going to blow my load right then and there. Then I figured that I must be half bombed, no way could that be little Su Ling. Well, with the oil and all, It took the Chinese gal a few minutes to pin Caroline. She ended up sitting on the bigger girls' belly, and went into another flex, again staring in my direction. She then pulled off the blondes' bikini top and walked off to the dressing room. I finished my drink, and was looking for a waiter to pay my tab when something wet like a dishrag hit me in the back of the head. I reached back and removed a bikini top from my neck. A pair of arms tightly encircled my waist and I felt a moist kiss on my neck. I turned around and saw Su Ling smiling at me. Her thin black hair was wet, and pulled back with a ribbon. "Where you go?" she said. "I just finish shower. I tell you I fix that bitch heh." Almost involuntarily, my hands were drawn to her biceps. They seemed just as puny as before. "Does your big sister work here, Ling?" I asked. "That last wrestler looked a lot like you. She has such sexy biceps." "I beat Caroline' said Su Ling. "Ok, Ok!" I replied, "So you did, but its late now, and I have to get some sleep, I've got to attend a meeting tomorrow, so lets grab a taxi." Su Ling barked out a set of directions to the cabbie as I dozed. Next thing I knew she was shaking me, and we got out of the cab. I was lost. This was a part of Singapore I had never seen before. "Where are we?" I asked." "My apartment." She said. Su Ling let us in, then locked the door. She walked me to her small living room and poured me a glass of water. Then she went into her bedroom and closed the door. "Aha," I thought. "Maybe I'm going to get lucky." She soon emerged, wearing a scanty black negligee that did little to conceal her charms. Her lustrous black hair was loose now, and hung down to her ass. She flexed her small biceps at me and said, "So you still no think I beat that Caroline, hey? Well, I show you something I never show anybody before." Most Asian man not like muscle on girl." With that, she walked to her purse and pulled out a little plastic bottle full of what looked like chopped green leaves. She shook out a small amount onto her hand, hummed a few bars of a song that seemed vaguely familiar, and licked the leaves off her hand. "Now you gonna see." She said, as she flexed that little bicep again. To my shock, I saw a ripple traveling down her arm to her fingers, and back up again to her muscle. The muscle seemed to be growing larger. It was!!! In about 30 seconds, it had tripled in size. It looked real hard, and I half expected it to burst through her skin! Needless to say, I was hard too! She walked over to me and pulled off the negligee. The rest of her was awesome too. She looked to be about the same height and weight, but wow, was she ever ripped. I was practically drooling as she plopped herself in my lap. "Aha" she said, "You really do like muscle girl" as she wriggled her rock solid ass against my cloth enclosed member. I was getting painfully hard. Recovering my senses somewhat, I asked " What are you, Popeye the sailor or something? She jumped up off of me, her chest heaving alluringly. "You know him? He was my great uncle." "C'mon Su Ling, That was just a cartoon." "You no believe your eyes she said, again flexing that gorgeous bicep in front of my nose. After I again caught my breath, I asked her, "So what is that stuff? Spinach? "Part of it is." She said. "Is a mix of Spinach and a berry local to Malaysia called Guarana. My aunt teach me how to make mix before she die. She was apothecary and used to send him cases of stuff in USA." "Good lord, Su Ling, we could make a fortune with this stuff. "No, it only last a few minute, and not work on men. Uncle had strange metabolism, so it work on him." I could think of several women back home who would love to get their hands on this concoction, but I wisely kept my mouth shut as Su Ling got a feral gleam in her eyes and said, " I no tell you the problem." "Problem?" I parroted as my eyes feasted on the vision before me. "Yes, problem," she said as she lifted me up with one hand and started ripping my clothes off. "It make woman very horny." OH WELL!!!!!!! She lowered me to the floor and ran over to her purse. Taking out the plastic container, she swallowed another bite of the leaves. I swear, it seemed like her boobs grew another four inches. Her formerly perky tits now jutted proudly forward and looked rock solid. "How big can you get?" I wondered aloud. "Talk later" she said, positioning herself on top of my stiff cock. Talk about heaven? I felt like I was there. The most awesome sex I'd ever experienced. What muscle control! What muscle! What a girl! Then I noticed that she wasn't even moving. This gal was screwing me silly using her vaginal muscles alone! She grabbed my hands, and placed one on her left biceps, and the other on her breast. I was squeezing and massaging em both, but couldn't tell which was harder. She began moaning, and finally rocking as she lost control. Her long hair was all over me. it felt like silk. It seemed like she was coming forever, and whenever I got to the brink, she would tighten down and make me hold it. Finally, Su Ling let me come, and I couldn't believe how intense it was. I pulled her down and rolled on top for a kiss. As we kissed, I was busy feeling those biceps, and they were shrinking! She was reverting back to normal. "Give us a flex, love." I demanded. "But nothing left" she replied. "No matter, I responded, it's the thought that counts. And anyway, I like you for yourself, that muscle is merely a nice extra." Well, for once in my life I must have said the right thing. She got off me, smiling, went to the bathroom, and returned with a damp cloth. She cleaned me off and proceeded to get me hard again with a superb blow job. (maybe her tongue had grown muscles too, who knows.) I pulled her away, climbed on top, and went at it again. She was matching my movements, and then I saw her reaching for her purse, which was laying on the floor. Su Ling opened the plastic bottle, and shook a bit more of that treated spinach into her hand. She looked up at me and told me to feel her biceps. I grabbed her arms as she swallowed the stuff. Within 20 seconds, her small muscles had started expanding again. I could feel the smooth skin on her stomach hardening with muscle, and I felt a pressure on my chest lifting me up as her soft tits expanded and solidified. I couldn't help myself, I lost it, and came real hard. She kept on rocking, but I wasn't much good to her in this state, so I slid out of her, released those baseball size biceps, and worked my way down between her iron thighs. I went to work with a will and soon had her moaning again. She must have squeezed me unconscious when she came, because the next thing I remember is waking up in her bed wearing a red silk kimono. She reminded me of my meeting with the office types this morning, so I had to get my butt in gear, run back to the hotel, shower, and get into a suit. The previous night seemed like a dream, but I had presence of mind to ask her to dinner this evening. When she smiled her agreement, I was on cloud nine again. As soon as I got to the office, I asked one of the secretaries to get me the number of a florist. I called and had a dozen roses delivered to Su-Lings' souvenir shop. The day dragged on endlessly. My boss asked me how the language lessons were going, and I responded that I had engaged a private tutor. Finally, I was free. I returned to the hotel, changed, and walked down Orchard Road to Raffles Pier. The pier has several decent restaurants, and I had a fancy for a Tiger beer at the open air bar. Su-Ling showed up shortly after five. She was wearing a short sleeved white blouse, and a tight short black skirt. Her hair was still tied up in that bun she had to wear at work. She was carrying a cardboard box containing the flowers. I swear, this gal looked prettier every time I saw her. "You send flowers! So nice! No one ever send me flowers before." She opened the box and pulled out one of the roses for me to smell. I told her we needed to get her a vase to put them in. " Su-Ling" I said, "we have to talk." "What is wrong?" she said, "You married?" "No," I replied, I'm divorced, but I wanted to talk about last night." You not want see me more." she muttered and I could detect a quiver in her lip. "Of course I want to see you" I said as I stood up and took her in my arms. To my surprise, she began wriggling out of my hands, and told me to cut it out. "This is Singapore, you could get us arrested, you fool. So, I let go and sat back down. "Heya, your English sure improved fast." I observed. "Yes silly, we learn it in school here, British influence what?" she replied in a passable Limey accent. "I use the pidgin at work when I'm talking with the tourists, I started doing it with you when I met you, and sort of just kept on with it." "Well, I just wanted to tell you that last night was the most intense experience of my life." "For me too!" she responded. "I've never been eaten before, read about it of course, but you know, porn is against the law here too. It was awesome, especially when you were massaging my arms. I've never heard of biceps being an erotic zone, but you had me wet last night just by rubbing them." "Maybe it was an effect of the stuff you ate." I wondered aloud. "Possibly," she replied, "I never made love while on the spinach before. We should try again and see. An experiment." Well, this was one lab class I was going to enjoy!! "Strictly in the interest of science?" I joked. "I like you." She replied, "You make me laugh." I will be sorry when you have to leave." "Who says I have to leave? I will be working on Johore peninsula, just over the causeway in Malaysia. Besides, I am authorized a secretary. Can you type? I can probably get you more money than you are earning now." "Slow down Morton." "We have just met!" "What if you get tired of me? (Yeah, right) "Tired of you?" "I don't think that's possible. I've always liked Asian women, and I have this thing for muscle, you have all bases covered." "Besides, you seem like an interesting lady. You are not submissive the way I had always heard Asian women are. I want a woman who can stand up to me, a sturdy oak rather than a shrinking violet like my ex-wife." With that, I offered her my arm, and we walked to a restaurant. During dinner, she noticed me glancing at her biceps again and again. She grasped my hand, pulled her sleeve back, and playfully started arm wrestling me. She was stronger than I had thought, but I put her arm down without too much effort. Her bicep popped sexily as she strained. She began to reach for her purse, but I told her to save it for later. If she ate any spinach here, we would both probably end up in the slammer for violating any number of Singapore's public decency laws. We finished dinner, then I took her shopping for the vase. Finally, about 9 p.m. we ended up at her apartment. Su Ling handed me a bottle of wine to open, and went into her bedroom. She came out clad in a blue tank top and jogging shorts. She looked hot. "Care to finish our wrestling match? She cooed. She flexed those slender biceps and went right down to the floor in a split. I took off my shirt and walked up to her. "Now look, Su-Ling, I'm not one of those submissive men you talk to on the internet. I admire a good strong woman. But I have no desire to be dominated or beaten up. If you eat spinach before we wrestle, I doubt if Godzilla could beat you. "Do I look like I ate any?" she responded, while flexing her right arm. I massaged that small bicep, and she gave a little moan, yanked her arm away from me and said "Save that for later. Now we wrestle. She was good. She might have been able to take that Caroline without spinach. Well, I managed to pin her easily the first time. My upper body strength was much greater than hers. I gave her a kiss and lifted her up from the floor. The next thing I knew I was flat on my ass from a judo throw. Then she was using some kind of Aikido hold or something, because I couldn't get her off of me. "Give? She said. "Of course, milady.( Well, what else could I say.) She moved back, sat on my stomach, and went into a victory flex. I reached for those biceps, massaged them for a second or two, then arched my back into a sitting position and kissed her lustily. When we came up for air, I asked her if we should call it a draw. She said, "Oh no, best two out of three. I haven't even used my legs yet." I ran my hands down those silky smooth pythons and resolved to keep clear. We tried a few holds, and I seemed to be tiring her out. I was on top and trying for another pin when she arched her hips, and got a leg free. Once she got that scissor around me it was all over. "Ok, hon, you win." I gasped before she squeezed me out. She let me up and gave me another kiss, which turned to foreplay of a different caliber. She hopped up and came back in a second with that small plastic vial. I took it from her and put it close by. "Not yet," I said. "Wait." "Give us a flex dear." With that, I started massaging her arms again. As I had expected, she started moaning. I kept on kissing her as I removed my shorts and T-shirt. She was ready, so I positioned her on top of me again, and we went at it. "Now," I said. "I want to feel you as you grow." Su-ling flipped off the cap of the bottle and poured the contents into her waiting mouth. Once again, her entire body started quivering, and then those muscles began erupting with power. It actually got painful as her thighs grew denser, so I had to use all my strength and lift her off of me till the growth spurt subsided. I then lowered her back onto my sore cock, and went for my one hand on the biceps, one hand on the boob hold. She was flexing on the down stroke and relaxing her muscles as she rode up on me. It didn't take me long to come, so I slid out and down to do my duty. A pleasurable duty. I managed to grab her left arm again and kept rubbing it. This time I was prepared though, and when she started to spasm, I got my head clear before she could squeeze me silly. I finished her off with a long kiss, and we both rode out our plateau of pleasure. "Su-Ling, why don't we move in together?" I whispered once I had my wits about me. "You move too fast" she responded, but the idea is tempting. I could get used to you. But there is a lot about me you do not know." "Well, tell me." the night is young, and tomorrow is Saturday." Su-Lings' Story " I was born in Taiwan. As you know, I am Eurasian, 3/4 Chinese, and the rest is White Russian. My great aunt was a Russian noblewoman who escaped the communists and fled to Shanghai. My grandmother was a courtesan who fell in love with Auntie's brother Sergei. They sent my aunt with my mother to Taiwan She raised my mother, who is named Mei- Ling. My grandmother and grandfather never made it out of Shanghai. We Eurasians are looked down on by the ethnically pure, and mom was always getting beaten up in school. My Aunt talked with the headmistress, but nothing helped." Anyhow, my Aunt had been fooling around with this one eyed sailor whenever he was in port. He was working on a tramp freighter, and the ship was in Kaohsiung a lot. So the sailor started giving mom a few lessons in self defense. But, you know, they didn't help too much. Mom was about 10 at the time, and the other girls in her class were much older, one of the girls was 15 or 16. Mei-Ling was able to defend herself a little better, even get in a punch or two, but always ended up losing. One time the girls even ripped off all her clothes and left her lying on the playground. Well, when Popeye got back in port, he brought cases and cases of American food and vegetables. He figured that a change in diet might help. The beatings continued, so he made her some weights to help her get stronger. By the time Mei-Ling was 12, she had only gained 10 pounds, and was starting to grow some curves but very little muscle. Her metabolism probably just wasn't suited for it. But, she had become a pretty good runner, so, sometimes she made it home without a beating. Then one night it happened. Uncle was somewhere in the South China sea. My Aunt, Natasha, was out of money, she wasn't due to be paid for another week. There was nothing left but an entire case of Del Monte brand spinach, some bread and a few eggs. She cooked up a can in a saucepan, tasted it, and gagged at the slimy taste. She looked in her cabinet and found a half full jar of guarana, a berry that the local Taiwanese used, dried and ground to a powder, as a seasoning for their food. Natasha sprinkled the powder over the simmering spinach and stirred it. She gave it a taste, and was pleased with the results. She felt rather energetic, so she put the sauce pan on the back burner and went about her cleaning. Mei-Ling came home after school. As usual, she was out of breath from running away from the older girls. She asked Natasha what was for dinner. When Natasha told her, she said "Yuck, I hate that stuff." Auntie told her that it was all they had in the apartment, and that it didn't taste bad the way she had prepared it. Besides, there is always the bread and eggs. So, they sat down to dinner. Mei-ling dubiously lifted a small amount with her chopsticks, chewed and swallowed. "Not too bad." She said swirling the spinach around in the bowl. Then mom dropped the chopsticks and stood up. "I feel strange, Auntie." she said. "What's the matter dear? asked Natasha looking up at the 12 year old girl. Her jaw opened in shock as moms' body began changing. The buttons on her white schoolgirl blouse began popping off as her formerly flat chest expanded. Her sleeves became tight as her biceps grew. The hem on her black skirt started ripping as her ass ripened. Then the effect moved down to her pipe cleaner legs. Moms' thighs widened and her calves developed diamond shaped cuts. She stepped back from the table and flexed softball sized biceps. They looked hard as rock. And then as she held the flex her sleeves gave way. "Good heavens child!" said Natasha, "What has happened to you? "You are positively covered with muscles." "And boobs too!" exclaimed Mei-Ling as she proudly cupped her new chest. "Maybe it was the spinach" said Auntie. "I tasted it before and it made me feel very energetic." "No, perhaps its because I sprinkled it with the dried guarana." "Only one way to find out. With that, Natasha lifted a fair sized amount up with her fork, and swallowed it. It had the same effect on her. Auntie grew muscular rapidly, and her already large bosom raised up and got even bigger. "Too tight. She said, arching her back. The poor brassiere finally gave way with a ripping sound, as the 42 year old Russian woman flexed her muscles. She had a body a circus strong woman would have envied. Mom and Auntie looked at each other and began laughing. First mom lifted Natasha off the ground and carried her effortlessly around the apartment. "Payback time for all those horsey rides Auntie, said mom. "I feel so strong!" When Mom finally put Auntie down, the older woman walked over to the couch and lifted it with one hand. "Come on dear, its time to rearrange the furniture." Well the two of them lifted the couch and chairs around for a few minutes, and then moms' muscles started returning to normal. A bit later, so did Natashas'. Mom went back to the dinner table and picked up a fistfull of the cold soggy spinach. "Wait dear," said Natasha, try just eating a little bit. I think this must be our secret. I don't think you want to get too big tomorrow." So mom flexed her miniature biceps and ate a pinch of the stuff. Each pinch made the biceps get larger and harder. She did it again and again, each time putting the same amount on a plate. When Natasha told her to stop and go change clothes, she was built like a well developed teenager. Curves, and a lot of hidden muscle. She came out of her bedroom in another schoolgirl uniform, but this time it looked somewhat tight on her. Her 34" bust pushed against the fabric of her blouse. Small hard biceps peeked out from under her sleeves, but at least the cloth didn't look in danger of tearing. Natasha was fixing up Mei-Lings lunch pail when the doorbell rang. Mom opened the door and squealed "Uncle Popeye." She lifted the surprised sailor off his feet and carried him in to Natasha. He dropped the box of goodies he had been carrying. Popeye looked down at his niece, and said "Looks like you are finally growing up shorty." then his eyes widened as he glanced over at Natasha. She hadn't changed her ripped clothing. "What happened to you? I'll kill him!" He barked. The two women began laughing, and finally Auntie caught her breath long enough to tell him to calm down. "We have a bit of a surprise for you dear, don't we Mei-ling?' "Yes Auntie" replied mom. The two women went to the table where each downed some more of the guarana laced spinach. In seconds, both were covered with hard shapely muscle. Mom ruined another school outfit. "Blow me down." Said Popeye. "Later." Said Auntie as she picked him up by the belt. The two giggling women playfully tossed him back and forth for a few minutes, finally Natasha gave him a big kiss and put the stunned man on the couch. "Spinach," he said, " With guarana powder." Added Auntie. "I gots to try this myself." Popeye took his first swallow of the stuff, and to his joy, it worked on him too. His muscles grew bigger than Natasha's, and she got a gleam in her eye. "Time for your homework, Mei- Ling." she commanded. "Not yet," said mom. "Mei-Ling, you are not too old to be spanked." said her aunt. "Just try it, said mom, flexing her left arm into a rock like lump of power. "If I have to, I will," replied Auntie flexing her own magnificent biceps. "Just remember, mine are bigger. Why don't you go play with your weights in the basement for a while. Uncle and I have things to discuss." She said eyeing him hungrily. Mom went down to the basement and lifted the weights easily until the groans from upstairs subsided. Then she went up, made some tea and went to bed. "You spin a great yarn." I said to Su-Ling. "I hope I'm not boring you she replied. "No, please continue." I politely said. "So in any event, when morning came, Mei-Ling grabbed her lunch pail and went to school. As usual she waited till the bell sounded before running up the stairs to her classroom. When she was safely in her seat, she turned toward her chief tormentor, a 15 year old girl named Sandra Yee, and gave her the finger. "You are gonna get it good today" whispered the older girl. "When lunch time came, mom waited till everyone had left the classroom, opened her lunch pail, and downed the treated spinach. She still didn't look too big, but her curves were now better than Sandra's. And her biceps felt real hard. She walked up to the table where the older girl was sitting with her cronies. "Look who's wearing a padded bra and ass." laughed Sandra. "You wanted a fight you little half breed, well, you are gonna get it. "This isn't padding, it's muscle." replied Mom. "I'll show you a muscle." said Sandra, while pulling back her sleeve. Sandra flexed her right arm. Her biceps rose about an inch and had a pleasing curve to it, and a bit of definition. Her girlfriends clustered around asking to feel it. "Come on," mom shouted, unless you need help from your friends. "Naah," said Sandra, "The rest of you girls keep out of this." They walked behind the gym, and Sandra kicked mom from behind, knocking her off her feet. She stood there grinning at her friends as mom stood up and then threw a haymaker which hit Mei-Ling square on the jaw. Mom just stood there as Sandra massaged her sore knuckles. "Pathetic." She remarked. "Care to try again?" Sandra was pissed now and she hit the smaller girl with everything she had, right on the left breast. Mei-Ling was knocked back a few steps, but otherwise was unharmed. She had hardly felt the blow. "My turn." She chirped at the stunned bigger teenager. Moms' first punch dug into Sandra's soft belly up to her wrist. Sandra bent over, gasping, the second was an uppercut to her unprotected jaw which straightened the taller and heavier girl up. And then, a left to the breast knocked Sandra flat on her shapely ass. She just lay there crying as mom savored the taste of victory. She jumped on top of the stunned girl and pinned her arms with her knees. Sandra screamed to her friends for help, but mom just raised her arms and flexed those big biceps. The other girls stopped, and backed away when Mei-Ling nonchalantly remarked that there was plenty left for them. When moms' sleeves burst from the strain, they ran away. By the time the girls returned with the headmistress, her muscles had returned to normal, and Sandra was out cold, beaten silly. Mom was expelled from that school, and had to enter another. Life isn't fair is it? All those years of getting beat up, and she was the one kicked out of school. But Natasha got her into a convent school where there were a lot of Eurasian kids. "So what happened to everyone?" I asked Su-Ling. "Well, Auntie and Popeye got married. He gave up the sea, and went back to the states to look for work. They settled in California." He got a job as a stuntman, and he eventually got Auntie a job with the studio in the 50's. She worked for one of the writers, and talked him into doing a series on Popeye's stunts. That ended up as the cartoon series. Auntie even appeared in one Episode called "Never kick a woman." She played a lady boxer who beat the crap out of that skinny Olive Oyl, until of course, Olive ate his can of spinach. Auntie and the old sailor passed away several years ago. "Mom returned to Taiwan in the 60's and got married." "I was born in 62 and we moved here to Singapore in the 1974. "So, when do I meet your parents?" I asked. She got misty eyed, and told me that they had been killed in a car accident when she was 18. I took her in my arms and held her closely till she calmed. When she continued, she began talking of her life in Singapore. "It was tough being on my own at that age. I finished high school, and when the money ran out, I got the job at the souvenir shop." "I've dated, had several boyfriends, but nothing lasted." Said Su-Ling. "I guess I don't fit the stereotype of what men expect over here. "Their loss, my gain!" I grinned at her, and she smiled back. She talked for another hour, and then ran out of steam. Su-Ling then asked me about myself. I told her that I had always been attracted to muscular women, even when I was a teenager. I was raised in Louisiana, and after college, got a job as an intern with my current company. Been with them ever since. Worked my way up the ladder to my present position. Dated a lot, but most of the girls thought I was weird because I always wanted to feel their muscles. It wasn't until the late 70's that I met a few women who worked out. I ended up marrying a redhead I met at the gym. What a mistake that was. She had just been hanging out there, and doing some light sets, hoping to bag a husband. While we were dating, we would wrestle around a bit, and she was willing to flex for me. That all changed within weeks after the wedding. She cancelled her gym membership and began gaining a lot of fat. Turned out she had been living on Slim-Fast, and other diet stuff, and when she quit, all the fat came back. I was no longer attracted to her, so I took a six month posting to Mexico. Told her to get herself together by the time I returned, or we were through. She was even heavier when I returned, so we split up. It was amicable, and we parted on good terms. We were just not suited for each other. The divorce was final 1 years ago. She still wants me back, but no way! She even got an apartment close to mine, and keeps dropping over. There is no attraction there anymore. One of the reasons I took this posting was to get away from her. I looked at Su-Ling, and batted my eyes suggestively, and said "And now I've met you." I offered her my hand with a flourish, then lifted her up, and carried her into the bedroom. She wriggled out of my grasp started heading back into the kitchen for her jar of the stuff. I said "Wait, Su-Ling, tonight is my treat, you just relax and enjoy." It was another memorable night. They all were. I took her with me to Johore where I took over the Oil exploration operation. The sex was so good, that I got into better shape than ever just by wrestling with her. She started teaching me some of that judo she had used on me our second date. Turns out she had a green belt. Well to make a long story short, the year went by fast. We grew ever closer, and when I proposed, she accepted. We decided to get married in Singapore, and have another ceremony back in Louisiana after my time in the orient was up. We were married and took a 2 week honeymoon to Australia. We took in the Sydney Opera, and went on a tour of the outback. One night in Sydney, we went to a nightclub where they had a foxy boxing tournament going on. Su-Ling wanted to enter it, so I bet a few bucks on her. She was still thin and wiry with a high firm bust, and an ass to die for. Her legs were more muscular than they had been when we first met, as my ribs could attest to. (We had both gotten into the habit of a little wrestling as part of our foreplay, and I am pleased to report, that I won my share of the matches. Unless she cheated a bit and ate a pinch of spinach.) Oh well!! She never ceased to amaze me. Where did she learn how to box? This was something new. Another high school class? She just grinned at me and said in that phony British accent "A girl has to have some secrets, what?" The match put her up against a bigger, heavier redhead with a huge pair of tits. The redhead was named Brenda, and she stood 5 ft 10 inches to my lady's 5 ft 5. I guessed she had a 40 lb weight advantage too. I got to be Su-Ling's second, so I got a good eye full of the fight. The first round the two ladies felt each other out with light jabs to the face and body. Brenda was bigger and stronger, and had a longer reach. Su-ling was faster, but was hampered by the huge boxing gloves they were wearing. "Watch out for her reach, sweetie." I said. "No you watch," she said. "I know you like watching girls fight, so this is a present for you." She punctuated this comment with a flex of her left arm. Her small hard bicep stood up proudly. I unconsciously reached for that cute muscle, but she shrugged me off, stuck her mouthpiece back in and stood up when the bell sounded. The girls squared off in the center of the ring. Bobbing and weaving, my lady ducked and blocked Brenda's swings and managed to tag the larger girl with a few solid blows. Su-Ling was winning hands down, but then she grew overconfident and left her guard down long enough for Brenda to connect with a hard right to the belly. This set Su-Ling up for an uppercut to the breast which put my lady down. She was saved by the bell, and I went charging out to confront the referee. "I thought you said no tit punching!" I shouted over the crowd. "No, I said that it was DISCOURAGED." He replied. Damn! I lifted my lady to her feet, and got her into the corner. I poured some water on her, and fanned her like I'd seen em do in the movies. I had a vial of her treated spinach in my hand and was about to pour it down her throat when she pushed my hand out of the way. "I can take her without it" she said. The bell rang for the third and final round. Su-Ling came out looking for blood. She overwhelmed the larger girl with body blows and head shots. The crowd cheered when poor Brenda's bikini top split open. Those tits didn't sag at all. In desperation Brenda grabbed my lady in a bearhug and pushed her into a corner. Then she did something I'd never seen before. Throwing out her chest and twisting her shoulders, she began hitting my wife in the head with those heavy breasts. My poor lady's face was soon black and blue under that relentless onslaught. Those jugs must have been packed with silicone or something, they looked solid. Su-Ling was unable to break free, so I tossed in the towel. I had to help the ref pull Brenda away. I managed to grab hold of her bicep as we pulled her off. It was solid, but not particularly big. Brenda went into a victory flex as I took Su-Ling back to the changing room. We got her cleaned up, and went back out into the club. Next thing I know, Brenda comes over with 3 pints of Fosters. She held out her hand to Su-Ling, said it was a good fight, and hoped there were no hard feelings. To my wife's credit, she shook Brenda's hand, and invited her to sit down. To my surprise, they were soon chatting animatedly in Mandarin Chinese. Turns out Brenda's parents were missionaries, and she had learned the lingo in Macao. Australians are fun people!!!! Well, big Brenda seemed much taken with my lady. She started massaging the bruises on Su-Lings arms while they talked. I could only pick up every third word or so. As I was trying to work out what was being said, Brenda started kissing Su-Ling. To my surprise, my lady did not pull away. When she came up for air, she got a somewhat sheepish look about her, and said "I told you there were several things about me you didn't know." "Bet you wondered how Brenda would look all ripped and muscular. I know I did." Well, what could I say to that? At about midnight, the three of us walked back to our hotel room. We were arm in arm, with Su-Ling in the middle. You might say that we were just a wee bit tipsy. The ladies deposited me on the couch and disappeared into the bedroom of our honeymoon suite. They soon emerged wearing nothing but white T- shirts and panties. Su-Ling as always, looked awesome. And what Brenda's big bust did to that poor T-shirt captured my eye. Su-Ling had her vial in her hand. Brenda looked over, and said "What, are you on drugs or something?" Su-Ling shook a few leaves out onto her hand, delicately licked them up, and said "No, not drugs, this is all natural." Yet again I got hard as I watched the spinach take effect. Her T-shirt lost its battle with her expanding muscles, and gave way with a loud rip. Brenda's eyes got big as Su-Ling flexed her mighty arms and chest. My lady tossed Brenda the bottle, and the redhead downed the remainder of the leaves. She stood there, flexing her large, but uncut muscles for about 15 seconds, but nothing seemed to be happening. Then it started. Her biceps began solidifying and enlarging as the fat from her soft belly and thighs was redistributed and changed by the muscle catalyst in the treated spinach. Her once soft stomach developed ridged six pack abs that looked like they could bounce a cannon ball. Speaking of cannon balls, her big breasts stood out almost a foot without a hint of a sag. They were backed by the hardening slabs of her pecs. Her legs were ripped and huge. Su-Ling beckoned and Brenda walked over to her. The two women went at it hot and heavy for a while, solid and heavy breasts rubbing against each other, neither bosom giving way. I wasn't sure, but it appeared that their nipples had intertwined. Su-Ling looked over at me, and asked what I was waiting for. "Told you you would get a nice wedding present tonight." She smiled. Well, that was a night for the history books. Muscle everywhere I looked. Hard, sensuous biceps, rock solid boobs, and legs and glutes that would make you cry for the sheer joy of it. Su-Lings' exotic almond eyes, silky long black hair and golden skin made a pleasing contrast with Brenda's blue eyes, red hair, and fair skin. I entered Su-Ling from behind while she was wrapped up with Brenda. At the same time, I was massaging the redheads' bicep with my free hand. After I was spent, I made myself useful where ever possible. When my tongue and schlong gave out, I still had my hands. When the spinach effect wore off, we all curled up in the Kingside bed, and didn't wake till midday. Brenda took holiday, and hung with us for the last few days of our honeymoon. Before we got on the plane for the return flight to Singapore, Su-Ling gifted her with a full jar of the mixture and swore her to secrecy. Brenda would be our Australian agent if and when we went public with the stuff, and in the meantime had enough to hold her for a year. In a later conversation, Su-Ling told me that she had often fantasized about wrestling with another woman, and that the beer we had drunk that night must have loosened her inhibitions. It was just the first of many interesting situations we got into. More on dear Brenda in another story. End of Part one.