Su-Ling Part 2 
By Uncle Sleezy
More about Su Ling.


My Lady and I returned to Singapore, and it was then that we
ran into the Byzantine labyrinth of the U.S. Immigration 
department. Turns out it would take 2-3 months for her visa
to come through. I had to go back to New Orleans and take
up my new position with the company, so we decided, that
I would get my house opened up and ready for her.
  At the same time, I would get things set up for our
American style wedding, caterers, arrangements, flowers, etc.

Su-Ling packed my bags, and we had a mind blowing last night.
We tearfully said goodbye at the airport, and I steeled myself
for the 18 hour flight to Hawaii, to be followed by another
8 hours flight before I finally arrived in New Orleans.

They didn't even bother to go through my bags at customs, which
turned out to be lucky for me. I got out of the taxi in front
of my place at 2 AM, lugged my bags inside, and soon fell asleep
on the couch. I woke up around midday, and began to unpack.
When I opened my suitcase, I found a box with a card.
The card said " Have fun, keep everything in good working
order, and I'll see you soon- with another surprise!
Love, Su-Ling"

I opened the box, and found almost a pound of her specially 
treated dried leaves. What a woman!
Had to wait a few hours due to the time difference, and then
fired up my computer and caught her in a previously agreed upon
chat room. She had been down to the embassy after I left, but the
paper pushers told her that it would still be a few months
before the paperwork came through.  I told her that I was going through  
Su-Ling withdrawal. She would not tell me what the next surprise
was.

  Well, the next few weeks were a flurry of contractors, plumbers,
landscapers---and work. I started to get organized at the office.
Interviewing secretaries, office furniture, and lots of orientation
meetings. I had a 8 x 11" wedding picture from our Singapore wedding 
mounted on the wall where I could see it while seated at my desk.

 I hired on a tall slender blonde named Patricia as my executive
secretary. She wore glasses, had long dirty blonde hair, and
from what I could see under that "Female Dress For Success" outfit,
did not have much muscle. She was rather flat chested, and I couldn't
see a cut in her leg. But the deciding factor in her favor was
the gold wedding band on her left hand.

 She was very efficient. She made order out of chaos and got
the office set up well. I finally had some time to start
working on the wedding arrangements.

 Patricia came in with a memo for me to read and initial, and
found me looking over a pile of wedding books. "But I thought
you were married, sir?"  I told her about our wedding in Singapore,
and our plans for a second one here. "It must be nice to love
someone that much." She said. "Your wife is a lucky lady."
I responded that I was the lucky one. 



   After lunch I went down to the office gym and worked out
for a while. Figured I'd better keep in shape. Wouldn't want
Su-Ling to see a spare tire now, would I.

 I visited some of  my old hang outs and ran across a few 
 old college friends. The word soon got out that I was back.
I started getting phone calls, and decided to hold myself a
bit of a get together. I asked Patricia if she and her husband
would come, and invited some of the office types too.
(One must play the game you know.)
  I was busy playing catch up with my pals when Patricia
and her husband showed up. She was wearing a tight pair
of blue jeans and a blue short sleeved blouse covered
her slender arms and tiny breasts. She was wearing a lot
of pancake make up and black sunglasses. Her husband, Mike,
was a few inches shorter than Pat, and was a bit heavy for
his size. He shook hands, and grabbed a scotch from the bar.
I introduced my secretary to the gang as he sat down in
a lawn chair by the pool and began leering at the girls.

About a half hour later, I figured I'd better walk her back 
to her husband before any of my buddies noticed his antics.
He stood up as we approached. Apparently he had been hitting the
scotch rather heavily.
"So Patty says you married a chink huh?, They any good in the 
sack." Without thinking, I gave him a snap kick to the groin,
and a knee lift which knocked him into the pool.

The office types stood about looking stunned, while my 
old friends applauded. Two of the ladies pulled the poor slob
from the pool, and toweled him off. He seemed pleased by the
attention.
 Patricia said "I wish you hadn't done that. He will just take 
it out on me later." " Does this guy beat you up?" I said. "Hey, 
take off those sunglasses." Sure enough, she had a shiner. "Listen, 
I don't like to get between a man and his wife, but why don't you meet 
me in the gym after work on Monday. Maybe I can show you a few tricks 
my lady taught me."
  
"He's not a bad guy unless he's been drinking." she said.
And besides which, I've already taken some self defense classes,
but he is a nasty drunk, and much too strong for me to handle."
I tried lifting weights a few times, but nothing seems to
help. She pulled back her sleeve and flexed her arm. At least
I guess she did. There was no change to her biceps. Not even
a bit of muscle popped up.
Well, I hadn't felt an arm in weeks. I touched that non existent
biceps, and told her that I just might be able to help her out.
(Grin Grin!!!) 
 
  Well, a few minutes later, a sopping wet Mike apologized to me,
and then took Patricia by the arm and dragged her to their car.

I called Su-ling that evening and gave her the lowdown on everything.
She said "Morton, you know what to do, let me know what happens,
and I will see you next month." "Remember to swear her to secrecy!"
I promised to follow her instructions.




 On Friday, I had stopped off at a garden supply store, and
picked up a carload of rosebushes to plant around the house.
 
I cleaned up the debris of the party in the morning on Sunday,
and then stuck some of the bushes in my old wheelbarrow. I started
my planting. I wanted everything to look nice when Su-Ling arrived.
 I had started on my second bush when I heard a familiar voice.
It still had that same old whine I had grown to dislike. Without
turning around, I said "Hello Eileen." Yes, it was my ex wife.
 "I heard from some of the gang that you were back in town. I'm
surprised that you never called me." She went on babbling.
I  turned and said " We've been divorced for two years, remember."
She was wearing a loose green sweat suit. It did little to mask
her sagging breasts and flabby butt.
Then I took a closer look. Perhaps she had lost 30 pounds, but she
was still a lot heavier than I would like on a woman.
I thought of my wiry little Asian amazon and grinned.
 "Lost a bit of weight I see. Got a new boyfriend yet?" I was
at a loss for things to say.
   "Well, I was kind of hoping you and I..." I cut her off bruskly.
"Eileen, I'm remarried. My wife will be arriving from Singapore
once the visa problem is cleared."

"But our friends said you were going to have a wedding here?" she
exclaimed. "Yes, we had a Chinese wedding, I want one here to make
it official." I responded.
"So, you aren't married according to US law yet?" I could see the
wheels spinning, and told her that in my heart, I was married.
 "Well, aren't you going to offer me a drink?"
Ok, so I could be polite. I walked her over to the pool, and made
her a screwdriver. She said that she had her bathing suit on, and
asked if she could use the pool. 
Well, we had parted amicably after all, so I said OK.

 She still had the same old black striped one piece suit she always
wore when we were married. And, as usual, she was wearing a short
sleeved white v neck t-shirt over her suit in an unsuccessful attempt
to hide her flab.

I looked at those flabby jiggling thighs. They had enough cellulite
for 3 Disney films. Although her belly and butt were nowhere near as 
huge as when we were still married, her soft breasts sagged.
She just didn't have a hint of muscle tone. 

Then I took a closer look.

It appeared that the tops of her breasts were a fading shade of black
and blue. Was that the remains of a shiner around her left eye?

"What happened to you, Eileen." I asked. Some guy been slapping you
around?" "What do you care?" she replied. 
"Well, we were married, once, I still remember the girl I 
thought I had married."

 "All right then." She said. "I got into a fist fight at the park
with a girl from work. She was always messing with my paperwork
when I was out of the office. Then one day she stole an entire
presentation I had been working on and turned it in as her own.
I confronted her in the parking lot, and she suggested that we
settle our differences by the lake in the park. You know the place.
 Well, I parked and walked to the lake. Leslie was waiting for me.
She was wearing jogging shorts and one of those bare midriff tops
you like. She looked strong, but I outweigh her by a good 60
lb, so I figured I could take her.
 She started insulting me, calling me lard ass and Shamoo. I
got mad and charged at her, I was ready to rip her hair out.
She sidestepped, and I tripped over her foot. When I
got up, she had her fists ready, and began jabbing at me. I started
swinging at her, but I only hit her once or twice, and it didn't
seem to bother her. Then she punched me in the belly. Darn, that hurt. 
She pushed me against a tree and began hitting my breasts and face. I 
was crying, and unable to defend myself. She finished me off with
a knee between the legs.

 I fell to the grass and she kicked me and then left me lying there.
 I was out of work for a week, and now that I'm back, Leslie keeps 
flexing her muscles at me and asking me if I want a rematch. 
I think I will have to quit."

 "Eileen," I said, why don't you call Leslie and ask her to meet you
at the park in an hour." "No way, I'm not gonna get beat up again."
She replied.

"You know, If you had gotten into shape like I wanted you to, you
wouldn't be in this situation. But I just might be able to help you
out."

"You bastard, you always bring that up. What do you mean help me?"

"Well, I just might be able to get you strong enough to handle that
girl. Wait here." I walked to my kitchen and grabbed a 12 ounce can
of Del Monte spinach. I popped the lid, dumped out about one third
of the contents, and mixed in two of Su-Lings' vials. I stirred the
mess with a spoon and walked back out to old lard ass. (Heh Heh!!)

I stuck the can on the table in front of her and told her to
stand up, flex her left arm and take a bite.

"This is just another of your tricks so you can feel my muscles
isn't it?" she snarled. "You know I don't think it's ladylike
to be muscular." "Besides, that stuff only works in the cartoons."

"Suit yourself Eileen, It's all the same to me. If you want to
quit your job, be my guest. I'm a married man now, I have a gal
that loves to flex for her husband. And, believe me, you have 
nothing I want to feel. Make your own decision."

Well, she must have been desperate because she stood up, and stuck 
her flabby arm out at her side, at about a 45 degree angle from the 
horizontal. I guess she tensed it, I couldn't tell. "Eileen, if you're 
going to do a flex, at least do it right. You are supposed to bend your elbow."

She got that disgusted look on her face that I remembered so well,
bent her arm, in a semblance of a biceps flex, and took a pinch
of the mix from the can, chewed, and swallowed it. Her biceps and
triceps were so soft that they actually sagged!
She grimaced. "Yecch! That tastes horrible!"

I licked my lips in anticipation, always wondered how she would
look all buffed up.

"Nothings happening you phoney!" she said, "This is just another
of your----Oh my god!" I grinned as a smoothly rounded bicep
popped up on her left arm, peeking out from under the t-shirt. Of 
her own accord she flexed the other arm and looked at it.. Another 
small, but shapely, biceps appeared. 
Her bulging gut shrank a bit as fat flowed upwards into her drooping 
breasts. They expanded a little, and then it stopped.
The rest of her was unchanged.

"Eileen." I said, "Perhaps you should eat some more, but go easy
on it, It's all I have in the house, and the effect only lasts a
little while."
 
  
Eagerly now, she stuffed  a handful of the stuff into her 
mouth. She went into a flex and I got to enjoy the show. Her
waist shrank from 42 inches down to a solid 25 inches. Her flabby
butt turned rock hard as all the cellulite turned to muscle and
redistributed itself. Each thigh looked to be 32 inches around.
Her calves grew diamond cuts. The small biceps on her arm grew larger
and strained the sleeve of her t-shirt as her triceps appeared.
Finally, the fabric in the shirt gave way! I grabbed my tape from the 
table and measured her. Those biceps were 18 inchers. Big guns indeed.
Her formerly flabby jugs now stuck straight out and were backed
by some awesome pecs. Her nipples pushed through the old bathing
suit. Her butt ripened so much that she had to gather the material
together at the crack of her ass in order to be able to move
without ripping the suit. I wondered how much life that old
one piece had left.
 "Don't you want to feel my muscles?" she said with a gleam in her eye. 
I couldn't help myself. I began rubbing those huge arms, 
but when she went "MMMMMMM" and started closing her eyes, 
I came to my senses.

A vision of a very pissed off Su-Ling danced before my eyes.

Eileen leaned forward to hug me, but I quickly jumped back.
"Look, Eileen, save your thanks for later, Don't you have a phone call
to make?"

Eileen walked into the house and gave Leslie a call. I cautioned her
to be sure Leslie was at the park before eating the remainder of the
can. She had a bit of trouble in pulling the formerly baggy
pair of sweats over her new voluptuous figure. Those breasts
looked like a twin pair of torpedoes, and stuck out almost a foot.
She waved a cheery farewell and promised to give me a call later.
 My eyes followed the twin cannon balls of her ass as her butt
cheeks wriggled while she walked to her car. Hate to say it, but
I was getting hard!

Well, I just couldn't miss this. I like a good catfite as much as
the next fellow, so I got my bike out of the garage. I figured
I could cut through the side streets and beat her to the park.
 I knew exactly where they were going to meet. It was a mostly
deserted section of the park where we would hang when we were kids.

 I stashed my bike in the woods and began working my way from
tree to tree, towards that old campsite. Someone had placed a
picnic table in the clearing, and I saw a girl sitting on it.
This must be Leslie. Now, she looked hot! She had brunette hair
held back with a sweat band. She was wearing a turquoise tank top
and white cutoffs. She stood up and looked at her wristwatch.
Those shorts were short. When she turned around I could see the
nether regions of some nice tight buttocks. And she looked to have
a solid pair of high tits with good cleavage, unrestrained by any
bra. Her arms and abs looked good too. As I was working my way closer,
Eileen showed up.
 My ex was still wearing her sweats, and carrying that huge purse
she always lugged around with her.

"Ok, fatso, lets do it!" Said Leslie as she stretched and arched her
back, making her breasts dance enticingly under that tank top.

 Eileen sneered at Leslie, saying "I'm going to have to teach you
the difference between fat and muscle. She started removing her
sweat pants and top as Leslie replied "I know the difference. You
have the fat, and I have the muscle." She flexed up her impressive
arms. They looked very solid, and I would guess they measured a
good 13 inches. Not a bodybuilder by any means, but a real hardbody
type. 

 Eileen shrugged off the sweat top and said "Very nice, but I have
you beat." She went into a double biceps flex. Leslie kept on
grinning, and replied "Oh, I'm so scared. When are you going 
to show me some muscle, fatty?"

 I looked closely, and realized that my dumb ex-wife had forgotten
to eat the rest of the treated spinach. The first batch hadn't
quite worn off yet, she still had some sexy curves, but her muscle had
quickly returned to flab. Eileen felt her suddenly soft arm
in dismay, and reached into her purse. She came out with a dripping
handful of the treated spinach leaves, shoved them into her mouth and 
began chewing rapidly.

Leslie rounded the picnic table and buried her right fist into
Eileen's soft belly. "We came to fight, not have lunch you pig."
She shouted. Well poor Eileen spewed that treated spinach all
over the place. I think some even came out of her nose.

Leslie went on the attack and began bashing the stunned bigger girl.
She shoved her upright and began throwing punches that dug deeply
into my ex's full breasts. After a dozen good shots, Eileen's hooters
sagged down to her waist, so Leslie began slapping at Eileen's face, 
turning it a bright shade of red. Eileen was out on her feet. Her
arms hung limply at her sides, and she was unable to put up any
defense. 

Eileen's mouth was open so Leslie closed it with an uppercut to the jaw.

 Eileen must have still had a bit of spinach in her mouth.
I saw her swallow as Leslie shoved her up against a shed and began
battering  her drooping breasts. That small amount wasn't enough
to make her muscles bulge, but it revived her, and gave her enough 
strength to start fighting back. Her tits popped up again, with the 
nipples erect.  Leslie looked surprised, but threw another punch in on 
Eileen's left breast, this time her fist hardly dented the surface.

Eileen responded with a jab to Leslie's  smaller right breast.
Her fist buried itself in to the wrist.
That one punch took a lot of the fight out of the smaller girl. 
 Leslie went to her knees, crying in pain, so Eileen kicked her in
the kidneys, and then jumped on top of her. Pinning her arms with her 
knees to prevent any escape, Eileen ripped off Leslie's tank top and
began tit punching her. The brunette's once firm chest was soon knocked 
flat. Leslie was crying in pain as Eileen spun around and sat on her face. 
I could see Leslie's biceps flex as she desperately
tried to lift Eileen off of her, but she was exhausted, and soon just
lay there as my ex drove punch after punch into the brunette's.
abs and lower belly. 
 Leslie was barely conscious when Eileen finally tired of her sport.
Eileen spun around again and grabbed Leslie by the nose with her right 
hand while flexing her left arm. She began taunting the defeated woman 
as she tweaked her nose. "Looks like my fat topped your muscle, Huh, bitch, Huh?
What's that, I can't hear you?" Who is the better woman? Say it
bitch!" Leslie  said "You are."

 Eileen sat back on Leslie's  bruised and flattened chest and went
into a double biceps flex. It looked like her spinach strength
was about gone again. Then she got a strange expression on her
face and said "I feel so strange, so, so HORNY!!"

 The next thing I know, my prim and proper ex-wife, the ex-wife
who wouldn't even give me a blowjob, is ripping at the bottom
of her bathing suit. She lowers herself onto Leslie's tear streaked
face, and begins gyrating. Eileen must have come, because she
finally got off of Leslie, and told her, that she was the one who
was going to quit. Then, she began putting her sweats back on,
so I worked my way back to my bike, and pedaled back to my place.

 I got into a silk smoking jacket that Su-Ling had bought me,
poured a brandy, and lit one of my favorite cigars.
 About halfway thru the second brandy, the doorbell rang.

It was Eileen. I invited her in, and poured her a drink.
She had a smile on her face. "So, how did it go? I asked.

 She told me a story that differed somewhat from what I had
actually seen.
 "I wanted to thank you." She said. "You are quite welcome."
I replied. "I'm glad everything went well, but it's getting
a bit late and.." "No." she said, "I need to thank you for
helping me out. You always were a nice guy, even when we were
married." I know you always liked muscle, but had no idea
how much fun it could be." "It felt good when I was in shape."

"That's what I kept trying to tell you, but that's water under
the bridge now. You get back in shape, and you will surely meet
a nice guy."
" I'm going to sign up at a real gym in the morning. But, I
still owe you." She began shrugging out of her green sweater.

"Eileen, I'm a married man." I said. "I know" she said, but, I
was married to you too, and I know what you like. And look
what I have." She reached into that purse and pulled out a
one pound tin of Progresso spinach. "Eileen, that's the wrong
brand. The stuff that works comes from South America. Guatemala,
I think."

(So I lied again, the last thing I wanted was Eileen running
around growing huge every five minutes.) 
 
"No problem," she said, as she reached into her purse and pulled
out the can I had given her earlier. She shoved the rest of
the treated stuff into her mouth, dropped the can on the
floor, and finished removing her sweater and slacks. She
had a red lace negligee on underneath. 

She stood in front of me and flexed her flabby arms. Well, that
treated stuff did it's magic, and the bulges around her waist and
butt began shrinking as her arms began expanding. 
I swallowed as those biceps shot up and developed a peak. I
gulped when that rigid rock of muscle grew another peak.
Her breasts lifted, filled out and extended.  It looked like she 
could crack walnuts with her cleavage. That negligee began riding up over
her ass as it grew ripe once again. And those thighs and
fantastic legs were a sight! Her abs looked as if they had been
carved in stone. 

I swallowed again, and tried to remind her that I was married.
She gave a grimace and tackled me. Well, struggle as much as
I could, I was unable to buck her off.
She pulled off my shorts, and took me in her hand. "Looks like
part of you wants me." she chortled. "May as well relax and
enjoy it big boy!" She stuck my cock between those round butt cheeks and 
began moving against me, massaging me to full hardness with
the muscles of her ass, then she grabbed my hand and stuck it on her bicep. 
"Feel my muscle!" she demanded. She began flexing and relaxing those 
magnificent biceps as I grew even harder.
 I shouted at her to stop, but then she hunched forward and stuck
her snatch in my face. She began grinding away at me and then she
started shuddering. She let out a long sigh and stopped moving.
The steel prison surrounding me gave way as she sat back on my chest.


I looked up at her and saw that those muscles were softening again.
I managed to get my hands under her ass and, with difficulty,
lifted her off. 
 Grabbing the remains of my smoking jacket, I wiped my mouth, and
glowered at her. "This is how you thank me. Well, no thanks. Why
don't you just leave." She pointed at my erection and said "But
you want me! I can see it." 

"Told you before, I am married! Now get out, before I forget that
you are a lady." She flexed up her shrinking biceps and said "Bet I
still have enough muscle to take you, but what's the use. You
always were a gentleman, even when we were married. OK, I will
go. I'm going to pick up some more of that Del Monte spinach, and
settle a few scores. Then I will get into shape and find a new
man. Good luck with your wife." She dressed and left. I grabbed
that empty can, washed it out carefully and stuck it in the trash.

After Eileen left, I glanced at the clock and realized that it was
about 8 am Singapore time, so I called Su-Ling. When I told her
what had happened, she laughed and called me a romantic fool.
I told her that I had a terrible case of blue balls, and she said
that I would live. I guess I would, but damn, was I ever horny.

Then I began laughing, picturing my ex eating hundreds of different
cans of spinach, trying to find one that would work the way the treated
stuff does. When I filled Su-Ling in on why I was laughing, she
joined in. I bid her goodnight, and went to bed. 

 
  Then I had a thought, I got up and took the rest of the treated
stuff and locked it in a box, which I then stashed under a loose 
board in the attic. The remainder of the powdered Guarana was 
hidden in a different location. 
Turned out to be a wise move, but that's another story.

 

Patricia called in sick on Monday. I was tempted to call and see
how she was, but decided against it.



 She showed up Tuesday morning, wearing the sunglasses.

"What do you say we hit the gym this afternoon? I asked, as she stood 
in front of my desk and slowly removed her sunglasses. The poor girl
had two shiners. She turned around and pulled up the back of her
blouse. It looked like her husband had taken a strap to her too.

"But He is a good man, I was bad." She said. I couldn't
believe my ears. In this day and age? Womens' lib and all? 
SHE WAS BAD?

"Listen, Patricia, I am going to have to get you together
with my wife as soon as she arrives from Singapore." "In
the meantime, I want you to sign up for that assertiveness
training seminar that I saw posted on the bulletin board.

And, I will meet you in the gym at four thirty. I should
be out of my meeting by then.

 Well, the meeting broke up early, so I went to the executive
locker room and changed into my workout clothes. I had done
about 15 minutes on the treadmill when Patricia showed up.
She was wearing a light green sleeveless top and some gold
jogging shorts. She looked cute- If you go for the skinny models
you see in a Victorias Secrets Catalog. This girl was truly thin.

I set her up on the next treadmill and we talked while she warmed
up.
At least I did some talking, she was soon huffing and puffing just
doing a fast walk. Patricia was positively anorexic.
  "Patty, you are the best secretary I've ever had. I know
it's not my place to interfere between a man and his wife,
but, I don't much hold with this wife abuse business. You
shouldn't have to put up with it."
   Now there are two ways to handle this:
 "1. I can have a word with a few of my Cajun friends, and I
assure you that Mike will never dare hit you again, or,

 2. You can learn to take care of the problem yourself. You
said you loved the guy, but it's obvious he doesn't respect you."

She stopped the treadmill, looked away from me, and said "I think
I need to handle this myself." "You are sure your wife won't mind
you spending this time with me?" I replied that I had already
mentioned the situation to Su-Ling, and that I had permission.
"She must be a special lady." Said Patricia. "She sure is!" I replied.

 We walked over to the weight machine, and I set it at 40' lbs.
Patricia was only able to lift it three times. Her arms began
quivering on the fourth lift, and I had to catch the weight
when her muscles failed.

 "Ok", I said. "Enough fooling around. Come over here."
I walked to my gym bag and took out one of Su-Lings' plastic
bottles of the specially treated spinach leaves.





"I was going to save this for a later date, but it looks like
you need some now. This is my lady's special strength enhancement
concoction. It's an ancient Chinese recipe, been in her family
for 1000's of years, (OK, so I lied again) and it's all natural."

"You sure it will be all right?" she worried.

"Of course, Su-Ling uses this stuff whenever she needs a burst
of strength, and best of all, it works fast, within a minute.It
really makes your muscles grow."

So, how about flexing both of your arms, and lets take a look
at the new you."

She went into a flex, and I popped the lid, and shook the leaves
into her waiting mouth. Then I stood back in anticipation of
the spinach induced growth spurt. I waited, and waited. Nothing
seemed to be happening! No beautiful biceps arising before my eyes.
No bulging, jutting breasts shredding her tank top. No washboard
abs, no fantastic glutes, and superb thighs, etc.

"Is something supposed to happen?" she said. "You look so disappointed." 
"I don't know." I replied. "It always worked on Su-Ling and her friend 
Brenda. I walked over to Patricia, and said "We may as well continue 
with the workout. I tapped her on the left arm and said "You can stop flexing now." 
Hey wait a minute.

Was her arm harder?
"Flex that left arm again please." I felt her smooth bicep, should I say 
non-existent bicep, and darn if it wasn't rock solid. "Patty, it did 
work!" I exclaimed.

"But I didn't grow muscular like you said I would" said Pat.

I walked over to the weight machine and changed the settings to
100 lb. "Try that." "I wont even be able to budge it."
she said. She jokingly placed one hand on the bar and said "Look
at me. I'm an amazon." With that she gave a little jerk, and 
effortlessly lifted the lever straight up. She jumped back and
the weights fell back with a crash.

"Told you it worked." I grinned at her. "Now sit down and lets see
you do a few sets of 10 reps."
Pat eagerly sat in the chair and began grinding them out. She
did 10 sets of 10 with ease, and was halfway through the eleventh
when I saw her arms starting to quiver.
"Stop" I barked, "It's wearing off."

She stood up with a bemused expression on her face. "I can't
believe I just lifted all that weight."

"Wait a minute, Patricia, I am trying to work this out."
I began talking aloud to myself. "Now, Su-Ling eats the stuff, and
grows muscular, Brenda eats some, and gets even bigger, Eileen has 
some and grows huge. Pat eats it and gets strong, but no muscle is 
apparent. I wonder? Ah, maybe I have it.
 Su-Ling is smaller than Brenda, but has some bodyfat.
Brenda has  more, and Pat is skinny." "Eileen, of course has enough 
fat for two women." That's it Pat, I have the answer. You are going 
to have to put some weight on if you want to grow muscular!" The 
formulae needs something to work on." (What am I a rocket scientist?)

 "But I dont want to get fat" she replied. "Believe me, you won't."
I said. "Mike told me he would kick my ass if I ever got fat" she
replied. "Well," I said "I don't think you will have to worry
about that for too long." Su-Ling will be arriving in two weeks, and
I want you to see if you can put on a few pounds by then."

"So over to the scale, weigh yourself, then it's off to a health
food store for you milady." I made her a list of diet supplements
to pick up.

I rode the elevator back upstairs and went to my office. After
finishing up a bit of last minute paperwork, I went home.

Logged on to the internet, and downloaded a message from
Su-Ling. She had plane reservations. So, I sent her a reply,
made some dinner, and ate out by the pool.

The rest of the week went rapidly. Patricia seemed to be making
an effort to gain some weight. I told her that I didn't want
people to start talking about us, so she should hit the gym
on her own, or with another of the girls from the office.

 On Friday, Pat told me that Mike would be on the road for a few
days, so I invited her over for a swim Saturday afternoon. 

 I was tinkering in the garden, planting more flowers, when Patricia
arrived. I offered her a drink, and showed her the guest room
so she could change.  I got into my bathing suit and waited for
her by the pool. Pat came out in a red, one piece bathing suit.

I couldn't tell if she was any heavier. She still looked like
a skinny armed model. "Three pounds!" she said. "I've gained
three pounds. I must look like a blimp!" Well, I put her mind
at rest on that one. 

"So, how are things at home?" I asked. "Not too bad, really, she
said. Mike was worried about his presentation in Atlanta, so
he just slapped me around a little when I forgot to pack his
spare socks."

"He hit you for that?" Damn, if I tried anything like that with
Su-Ling, she would kill me. Or worse, leave me.
"You may have noticed," I said, but I have a thing for muscle
on women. I am not what would be called a submissive male by any
means. My wife is at my side. Not ahead, not behind. Besides,
it keeps me on my toes."

"You are a strange man," she replied, "but a nice man."

"Ok," I said, "time for a swim, and then perhaps a little
wrestling practice. I think I had better leave the boxing
to Su-Ling, she is a lot faster than me, and I think her style
would suit you better than mine."

After the swim, I began showing her various holds, but when she
tried them on me, I was able to break free without any strain.

You always hear that a girls' legs are her strongest body part.
Well, I could hardly feel the squeeze.



   "Looks like you are about ready for a bit more of my wife's
special concoction." I said, after pinning her the fourth time.
"Just a little though, I don't want to get hurt."

She laughed.

I poured about one third of a usual dosage onto her hand, and
stepped back. She swallowed the leaves, and went into a biceps
flex. I checked my wristwatch.  "Look, I have a muscle!" Patricia 
exclaimed. And so she did.
 The kind of biceps I might expect on my 11 year old niece,
but a muscle nonetheless. And was that a bit of curvature
I saw on her ass? The legs somewhat wiry? Oh yes indeed.

"Lets' arm wrestle first." I said. I want to get an idea of
how strong you are. We sat at the picnic table and locked hands.
It was a struggle, but I managed to put her down. The wrestling
was rather painful for a while, but then I felt her weaken.
 I helped her to her feet. "Well, that seems about right."
I said. "I had never timed it before, but the effect seems
to last  five minutes or so." 

 I tossed her the vial with the remaining leaves. "Lets see
how many one hand pushups you can do with this."
Patricia downed the dried spinach and raised her right arm in
a flex. I saw the arm quivering as she tensed it, and this time
a small hard looking biceps the size of a half golf ball popped
up. "I like this stuff." She said enthusiastically.

"Well, don't depend on it too much." I warned. "The idea is to
use it to help you get into shape. If you rely on the stuff,
you may end up helpless without it." "All right, Now for those
push ups." She dropped down and began doing em with her left hand
on her hip like a fitness gal. At two minutes, I told her to
switch. After another two minutes, I asked her to stop and
pulled out a measuring tape I had stashed on the table earlier.

I asked her to flex and relax her arm a few times so I could
get some measurements. Arm straight out- 9 inches. Arm bent-
9.5 inches. And flexed 10.4 inches.

Once the stuff wore off, I asked her to do it again. Her measurements
had dropped a good 2 inches or more all around, but when Patricia 
flexed as hard as she could, I was sure I saw some improvement.

"Well, you seem to be getting somewhere, Pat, so keep on with the
diet, and after Su-Ling gets settled, we will see what we shall
see." "Ok, boss, and I forgot to tell you, I've started that
assertiveness training class you told me about. I guess I had
better head on home and make some dinner. All this exersize I've
been doing is giving me an appetite." With that, Pat got changed,
and left me to finish puttering in the garden. I knew Su-Ling
liked roses. I had 4 more bushes to plant before it got dark.

  Late Sunday evening, I received a call from the office regarding
one of our refinerys, and had to fly out to the west coast to make
an on site inspection. I left Su-Ling an email promising to meet
her flight at the New Orleans airport no matter what.  



  I called into the office on Monday morning Central time, and
asked Pat to arrange for a limo to collect Su-Ling and I Friday
night. The work related problem was dealt with, and I booked
a flight back to New Orleans that got me in several hours
before Su-Lings' flight was due. The next few hours dragged on and
on. Finally, the arrivals monitor indicated that her flight had
arrived. I was waiting outside the customs area, straining for
a glimpse of her. Then I saw her! My wife looked somewhat haggard
from the flight, and was dressed in a loose pair of sweats.
Boy was she a sight for sore eyes! Three months is a long time.
  I lifted her in my arms, spun her around and gave her a loooong
kiss right there in the airport.
  Patricia had come thru on the limo, and there was champagne
and strawberries waiting in the back.
I could not resist copping a feel of her biceps as she nestled
comfortably under my arm. She grinned up at me and flexed it rapidly
a few times, making the muscle bounce under my hand.
She had a gleam in her eye, and said, "So, you miss little
Chinese girl, heya?" I replied in my rusty Cantonese that
my little Chinese girl was in for a big treat. 

  We got back to our house and I walked her around. She liked
the garden, and the pool. Never told you before, but I had picked
this place up in an estate sale before my first marriage. It
had been built just after the civil war. I had sunk a lot
of money into restoring it over the past 10 years.

 Anyway, she liked it. Then she said, "Now for your surprise!"
"You wait!"
She ran off to one of her suitcases that we had dropped in the
hall, and lugged it into the bedroom.
  She soon emerged, clad head to toe in a black silk kimono with
green and gold embroidery.
"Now for surprise," she said, flexing her muscles several times
under that kimono. When she was sure she had my attention, she
slowly let the silk fall off her shoulders. Now I know what you
are thinking. You are expecting me to tell you that Su-Ling
had bulked up into a reasonable facsimile of Paula Suzuki in
the past three months. Well, I let my eyes drift down from those
gorgeous breasts, past her softly bulging belly, to her well
toned thighs. Bulging belly? 
 "Su-Ling, can you be..." I choked out. "Are you.."
"Yes silly, I'm pregnant." she said looking closely for my reaction.
I charged over to her, and twirled her around again, then kissed her
soundly. "Put me down you round eye devil!" she giggled.
I took her hand in mine, and led her to the nearest couch.
 "How far along are you? Why didn't you tell me? Is everything
ok." I babbled. "Calm down, Morton. It's almost 4 months now,
and I didn't tell you at first because I wasn't sure, then I 
wanted to surprise you. You aren't mad are you?" "Mad, I'm
in ecstasy!" said the newly expectant father.

 Well, our lovemaking that night wasn't quite the way I originally
expected it to be. It was a lot more gentle than usual, and I had
her laughing hysterically when I told her it was time to kiss the baby.

We spent the next day out by the pool. I was treating her as if she
was about to break, catering her to her every whim. She finally
looked up at me and said that it was about time we had a little
wrestle.

 I was hesitant, but she insisted, saying that she had been reading
up on the matter, and that most books agreed that a certain amount
of exercise would be good for her. Well, we rolled around for a
bit, but I was very hesitant, and held back a lot. She pinned me
for the third time, sat on my belly, and looked down at me.
"You are a very gentle man, my husband, but I know what you need."
Su-Ling reached into her bathing suit top and removed one of her
little vials of treated spinach. I grabbed for it, but she kept
it free of my hand. She said, "Remember, this is all natural, just
like a vitamin." Then she poured the chopped leafs into her
cute mouth.
 Well, it certainly had the usual effect! On her and, on me!
Her yellow bathing suit was shredded as her top fought a losing
battle with her expanding, hardening breasts. Her nipples were
rigid, and extended out a full inch! And those biceps! I think
they grew bigger and harder than ever. I developed a painful
erection as I ran my hands over her steel clad thighs, and glutes.
She pulled down my trunks, stroked me for a few seconds, 
and removed the rest of her bathing suit.
We made mad, passionate love right there by the pool. 
She was on top, making it easy to rub and fondle her breasts 
and biceps. Her eyes closed as she moaned in pleasure. 
She came, and a few seconds later, I did too.
I pulled her down for a kiss, and slowly began massaging
her again. I had been so drained by that mind blowing orgasm,
that it took me a good 20 minutes before I grew hard again.

 After we finished, we went skinny dipping to clean off the sweat,
and I ran into the house for 2 terry cloth robes. A very nice way
to spend a lazy Sunday, indeed! 

We had a nice dinner, and then just sat quietly, enjoying each
others company. I saw her eyelids grow heavy, so I walked her
to the bedroom and tucked her in. The jet lag must have hit.
I read for a few hours, and then turned in myself. It was nice
to be sleeping next to her again.

In the morning, I donned my business suit, and woke her with
green tea and toast. I had to get to work, but promised to
send a car around for her in the early afternoon. I wanted
to show my lady off, but cautioned her to dress conservatively.
One must play the office game.

 Patricia showed Su-Ling into my office at 2 p.m. My lady
looked very demure in a loose  pink long sleeved blouse and
matching knee length skirt.
  I told Pat that I was going to introduce my wife around, and
asked her to have some coffee ready when we got back. I winked
at both ladies and said "Three cups of course."
  As we walked down the hall, I mentioned to Su-Ling that
Patricia was the girl I had been working out with, the one
with the abusive husband.



     After making the rounds of the office types, I escorted
my lady back to my office. For the benefit of the office
gossips I looked at Patricia and directed her to get some
coffee and her steno pad. Once the door was closed, I made
introductions.
 Su-Ling looked at Patricia and then glared at me. "I hope he
behaved himself." She said.
 "A perfect gentleman." Responded my slender secretary.

 "That's good! Because otherwise he wouldn't see this for a long
time." At that, my wife rolls back her sleeve and flexes that
small, but impressive biceps. Su-Ling began laughing at the look
on my face. "Yes, dear one, It is bigger. I started working out
again after you left Singapore. The doctor said that if I continued
to do light exercises, it would make the delivery easier."

You're pregnant, how wonderful!" gushed my secretary, and for the
next few minutes I was quite ignored as they engaged in girl talk.

Finally, Su-Ling brought me back into the conversation by telling
Pat, that I had filled her in on Pat's situation. Pat said that
she had gained 4 LB since she started working out, and then to
my delight, rolled back her sleeve and flexed. 

I had a stupid grin on my face as the ladies began comparing biceps.
Su-Ling's of course, were much larger and harder, but it did look
as if Pat had been working out on her own.
I finally came to my senses and told Pat that she had better
get back out to the steno pool before the office busybodies began
talking. Su-Ling asked what her schedule was, and she agreed
to drop over on Wednesday night, as her husband Mike was usually
out with his buddies then.

 That night, we went to bed early, I figured it would take her a few
days to fully get over the jet lag. I stopped off at the DMV on the
way to work and picked her up a drivers license application.

Wednesday rolled around, and Pat dropped by about 5 P.M.
The two women seemed to be getting on well with each other.
After a light dinner, they stripped to their workout clothes.

Su-Ling looked as good as ever!
That little belly she was growing was for a good cause.
And the rest of her was still wiry and tight.

Patricia was still a beanpole, although a cute one. She stepped
onto the scale, and proudly exclaimed that she had now gained a
full 6 pounds! Although she didn't seem as emaciated as when 
I had first hired her, She had a long way to go. I began to
have a suspicion that she was bulemic, and resolved to ask her
to get a diet to gain weight under a doctor's care. The company
medical plan would cover that with no problem.

 We had picked up several sets of light weights, and Su-Ling
and Patricia began to do some curls as I loosened up and then
went over to my weight bench and started on my bench presses. 

 I was huffing and puffing my way thru my squats when the girls
came over and told me to take a break. Su-Ling quickly captured
my attention by standing directly in front of me and flexing her
left arm.  I was all eyes as that cute bicep peaked as she
flexed even harder.

 "Very nice, my love! We may have to get you into a fitness
contest after the baby is born."
Su-Ling smiled at me and said "We will see about that, dear,
but look at your secretary."

Pat was standing behind me. She was in a double Biceps flex, and
to my eager eye, there was definite improvement there.

"Excellent, Pat! At this rate, you will turn into a muscle girl
sooner than we thought." I told her my thoughts about gaining
weight under a doctors' supervision. She agreed to give it some
thought, and then Su-Ling said that the time for talk was over.

She went into a crouch and told me to get ready for a wrestle.
This time I put my foot down. "No way, dear, I'm afraid to get
down and dirty with you in your condition."
She looked a bit angry, then shrugged, and told me that I was
probably right. "So you wrestle with Patricia and I will advise 
her."
That, I could live with. Pat and I rolled around a little
while, with Su-ling offering comments and encouragement. Pat
was getting winded, so Su-Ling had us stop, and then walked her
thru various holds, with me as the tackling dummy.
Su-Ling and Pat were behind me, and she was explaining a full
nelson to my secretary.
"Ok, try that" said my wife. Well, I put my hands up to
facilitate Pat getting the hold, and I found myself in a real
tight full nelson. My head was being pushed down on my chest!
"Hey! I shouted, no fair feeding her spinach without telling me."

I spun around, and saw Pat standing there giggling. Then I
noticed the golden tinge of the muscular arms around mine.
"Just didn't want you to think I was losing my touch."
Laughed Su-Ling as she released me.
Well, I silenced her with a kiss, and then we got back to work.
Before we knew it, several hours had passed, and it was time
for Pat to head home.
My lady and I walked her to the door, and said goodnight.

"You know, all that working out has made me quite horny, my dear."
She just smiled at me and slowly stepped out of her workout clothes.
In seconds, she was stripped down to her black lace panties.
My lady stuck her arms straight out at her sides. Keeping eye
contact with me, she closed her hands into fists, and slowly,
oh so slowly, began to flex. As she tensed those magnificent
forearms, she began raising them to the vertical. Her smooth
wiry biceps began to erupt from those sexy toned arms.
When she was in a full flex, I said "Enough, already, or I will
never last till we get to the bedroom." 
"So, lets try the couch." Was her response.

 I placed one arm around that muscular back, and the other at
the backs of her knees. I lifted her gently off her feet and
carried her to our living room. This time, we tried something
different. After I stripped, I sat on the couch and she straddled
me. She positioned herself, and lowered herself onto me.
I was able to kiss her and massage her biceps as we screwed.


 Finally, we were both spent. I held her for a bit, then gently
lifted her over to my side. I told her how much I loved
her, and she said the same.
Then, the conversation turned to Patricia. Apparently, my
secretary was afraid that her husband was fooling around.
There were a lot of indications- unexplained hotel bills, and
odd charges on the credit cards.

 Well, the next few months went quietly. Su-Ling grew heavier,
but it was all baby. The ultra sound revealed that it would
be a girl. We decided on naming her Mei-Ling, in memory of my ladys' 
mother, and  that her middle name would be Susan, after a favorite
aunt of mine.

We had a few get togethers  with my old friends, and attended some
of the office functions. We decided to hold off on the american
wedding until after the baby arrived.

Patricia gained another 10 pounds under  doctors' supervision.
She would drop over once or twice a week and we would work out
together.  During the seventh month, Su-Ling became too encumbered
by the baby to do her aerobics.
 Patricia, was still slender, but had finally started to grow
boobs. She looked good, and her arms and legs now had tone.

Su-ling had read my notes on the effect of the treated
spinach, and would carefully measure Pat's dosage before I
wrestled with her. The idea was to get her strong enough to
make it a challenge for her, but not so powerful that she
could just outmuscle me. Pat was fun to fight with, but it just
wasn't the same as wrasslin with my lady. The two women resolved
to try boxing after Su-Ling was fully recovered.

But the poor girl was still miserable. Seems old Mike was becoming
more blatant in his affairs.
 
And he was slapping her around again.

I offered to settle his hash or have it done, but Pat thanked me, and
said that she needed to do it herself. This was just as well. Her
husband might have started some problems with my company if I
got involved directly. Not to mention lawsuits.

Su-Ling offered her a vial of the treated spinach, but Pat refused
it. Perhaps she remembered my earlier conversation regarding
depending on the stuff. As things turned out, she might have been
better to take the vial.

 I took a few weeks just before Su-lings' due date, so I didn't
hear what happened until after my daughter was born.

Seven lb 8 ounces, thank you! A future Miss Olympia!

 In any event, when I went back to work, and handed out
several boxes of my favorite cigars, I found that Patricia
had taken a week off.



That Saturday, my secretary showed up at the house. Looked like
she had been beaten to a pulp. Black eye, fat lip, face all puffy,
She was wearing a t-shirt, and it looked like there was a bandage underneath.
  
Well, I ran out the door in a rage, and was getting into my car 
when the two women stopped me. Su-Ling was carrying the baby, and
the little one started crying.

  I told Pat that job be damned, this was just too much!

Well, she calmed me down, and got me to agree to listen to her
before doing anything.

Patricia's Story

"Mike went too far this time." She began.
 "You know, I had been afraid that he was fooling around, but
whenever I would mention the credit card bills, etc, he would
shrug it off as business expenses, and say that he would get
reimbursed." "I took a week from work, rented a car and
began following him around. On Thursday, he told me that he
had to run up to Baton Rouge for the weekend on business.
 Well, we have a summer place up there, it used to belong to his
relatives, and he got it when they passed away. I had my suspicions,
but said nothing. When I checked the key rack, and found the key
missing, I knew something was up.
 Friday afternoon, I drove up there and parked my car a block 
from the place. I walked to the side of the house and saw his
car there. I peeked in the bedroom window and saw him screwing
this big titted stocky Cajun girl. Well, I lost it!
 I let myself in the back door with the spare key and ran into
the bedroom.
"You bastard! How could you?" I was so mad I was spitting.
 Well, the Cajun girl jumped off Mike and wrapped herself in a sheet.

"Now honey" he began, but I cut him off. "I spend months working out,
trying to get in shape for you, and this is how you pay me back. Screwing 
this short fat cow!" I pulled back my sleeve and flexed my
left arm. 
At this the Cajun girl stood up and approached me. I stood a good
head taller than her.

She began laughing. "You call that an arm? Bet you
go to some Yuppie Gym. I spend my life working on horse farm.
Carry hay bales to feed horses. Shoe horse too! 
She flexed her biceps, and up from within what I thought was
fat, comes a very solid looking muscle. Not cut like one
of the girls  from the gym, but about as big as half a baseball.
And those thighs of hers looked pretty big too." I began to
wonder if bursting in like this was really a good idea. 
  




 "Watch who you are calling a cow, skinny! No wonder he needs a real 
woman if he has to put up with the likes of you! Look at you! No tits!
No ass! Stick a candle up your cunt and I think you were a boy!"

"That does it!" I said. I punched that big bitch in the tit and
clawed at her face. My dear husband shouted out "Marissa!" He
sat up as if he was going to separate us, but then leaned back
to watch as Marissa and I went at it.

 I threw a punch into her soft belly. She grunted and hunched over.
She caught my wrist when I punched again and pulled me into an
embrace. Once she trapped my other arm, that embrace turned into
a bear hug. I couldn't breathe, and felt my ribs bending.
Desperately, I hunched my legs up around her waist and locked
my ankles. Hopefully my scissors would make her let go.


Well, it worked, I fell backwards, and had my shoulders on the
floor. I kept on squeezing her with my long legs.
She was laughing again. "Is that it, skinny? Don't squeeze so hard, I'm
ticklish."  Next thing I knew, she had unlocked my legs and 
flipped them over my head. Then, she got her arms around me again and 
began banging my head on the
floor.
I think I heard old Mikey shout "Marissa, stop, you'll kill her!"
because she released me and yanked me to my feet by the hair.

She ripped off my blouse and bra, and started punching my breasts.
"Now you pay for tit punch, you scrawny weakling." Her free hand
began slapping and pulling at my breasts until I shrieked in pain.

Marissa finally stopped, and then dragged me by the hair over to
my husband. "Tell her," she demanded. Well, my loving husband
told me that he was filing for divorce, and that Marissa would
be moving in with him. He said to go back and pack up and get out
of his house.

But Marissa was not done yet. She slammed me up against the wall,
and I slid down to the floor. "First you watch." She said.
She then straddled him and finished her screwing. She made me
crawl out of there, and helped me on the way with a kick to
the ass. 
I finally got to my rental car and drove to the hospital.
They looked at me in the ER and admitted me. "I haven't been
home yet to get my things. I'm afraid to go, she may be there
with him."
 
Pat began crying again. Well, I looked at Su-Ling, and she had a
real nasty look in her eyes. "No, honey, I don't think your
stuff is the answer for this. Not right away anyhow."
"Why not?" replied my lady.

"Well, let me call my buddy Tim. He is a town cop, and can escort
Pat to get her things. Lets have her stay here in the guest room
for a few days and get her head straight while we decide what to
do. In the meantime, Pat can get herself an apartment.

I went in to give my buddy a call. Tim and I go back a long ways.
We were in grade school together, and although he is not a muscle
nut like I am, he is a nice gent.

 When I went back into the living room Su-Ling had just handed
Patricia some of her specially treated spinach compound. I opened
my mouth, but my lady raised her hand to hush me as Patricia
downed the leaves. Well, she grew muscular again, but those bruises
seemed to fade too. 
"Wow! I feel much better. Thanks," Su-Ling. Pat bent over to give my
wife a kiss, and I couldn't help but notice how nice her ass looked
in those blue shorts she was wearing. 
 
 Su-Ling had me sit down beside her and handed me the baby.
"My mother told me that the leaves would have that effect as
well as make me strong, she said, but I never had occasion to
try it. I'm not in the habit of getting beaten up.
 Well, Patricia sat down on my other side, and couldn't resist
going into a biceps flex. Who was I to complain?

 "You know, ladies, I have been taking notes on the effect this
stuff has on you, and I want your comments.

Firstly, we all know, that even a small amount will give you a
short burst of strength. A larger portion will cause your muscles
to expand dramatically. And as a side effect it excites you ladies
sexually. "It never did that for me." said Patricia.
Su-Ling asked her when was the last time she made love. Patricia
said that Mike would jump her bones every so often late at night,
but that it never lasted long, and that he would climax quickly
leaving her unfulfilled, and that it had been a long time.

I looked at my lady, and when she smiled and nodded, I asked
Pat to stand up and go into a double biceps flex. I began
caressing and massaging my secretary's' rock solid arms,
and soon had her moaning with pleasure. 
I looked again to my wife, and she made a go on gesture with
her free hand, so I continued until Patricia began spasming.
Pat wrapped her brawny arms around me and gave me a sweet kiss.
"God, I needed that." She said, and then, she thanked Su-Ling
again and kissed her too! I thought back on our escapades with
big Brenda in Australia, and smiled to myself.

Su-Ling snapped me out of my reverie by asking me to continue
on with my findings.

"Well, the only other thing I have noticed, is that, using
this stuff more than once or twice a week seems to cause a weight
loss. Maybe that is why Pat is having such a hard time gaining 
weight. She always takes a pinch before her workout, and some
more before we wrestle.
The treated spinach seems to need something to work on,
and turns a lot of the fat in your bodies to muscle temporarily.
Maybe it does something to the fat, burns it up or something. I
don't know for sure, but, I saw my ex- wife Eileen out jogging the
other day. She looked better than she did when we first dated.
And I know that there is no other way she could have lost all that
weight so fast. Remember, she ate less than a pound of the
stuff, but it was all in one day."

"You know, we may need to bring my cousin Melanie in on this.
She was a chemistry major at Tulane, and she still lives here
in New Orleans. Mel is one of the few people I trust implicitly."
"The other is my best friend, Tim."

 The three of us were discussing the matter when the doorbell
rang. It was old Tim. He had apparently just got off work,
because he was still in uniform.

   
     "Hey, Mort, Su-Ling. Lucky that baby looks like your
wife, rather than an ugly mug like you." He laughed.

"Tim, this is the lady I told you about. She would like you
to escort her to her house and let her collect her things."
 Pat and Tim shook hands. She still must have had a bit of the
spinach strength running through her, because Tim looked down at
her hand and said "Strong grip, I like that in a woman!"

I never figured him for a muscle admirer, but decided
to leave that conversation for a later date.

"Slow down, big buddy, Pat here is a married woman." I said.
"Not for long." She added. "I'm going to file just as soon
as I get a lawyer. "So, could you please help me to get my
stuff." He replied. Sure, lets go now, and get it over with."

After they left, My lady and I put the baby to bed. We were
sitting quietly, enjoying each others company, when Tim and
Patricia returned. Tim was carrying a few suitcases. I took
a valise from Pat, and walked them to the guest room.
He said that there had been no problems, no one was at the house. 
 We dropped her stuff on the bed, and I invited them to
join us for a brandy.

 Tim remarked that as there were no witnesses, it would be
difficult to make an assault charge stick on Marissa.
Pat replied that she planned to take care of the matter herself.
He then offered to teach her a few moves as Su-Ling and I looked
at each other, and broke out in laughter.

"Ok, Ok, what is so funny?" Said Tim. "Well, amigo, it's
just that this whole thing started out at my coming back party.
Remember the guy I knocked into the pool? Well, that's her soon to
be ex. Turns out he beat her up all the time. And, my cute slender
secretary here, still felt she loved the bum.
Su-Ling and I have been working out with her for a few months now,
trying to build her up enough so she could handle him."

Pat joined in. "And when I went up and caught the bastard in bed
with that Marissa, I got into a fight with her, and lost.
So I am going to continue working out until I can beat them
both. First her, and then I'm going to get him and pay him back
for every black eye, and every bruise."

Tim looked at me. "Mort, I remember from high school that you
had a thing for muscle on women."
Su-ling stuck her pretty nose in. "He still does, Tim." She
rolled back her sleeve and treated us to a flex of that cute,
impressive biceps.
Tims' eyes grew wide, and he said "Lucky guy. I never had the nerve
to run around after the girls on the field hockey team, like you
did Mort. A lot of the girls, and most of the guys thought you
were strange.  But, you did get dates.
And now you have this cute amazon. I envy you.
But, I still don't think that a woman can beat a man. I'm
not talking about one of those bodybuilder ladies, I mean the
average girl."

"Well, old friend, thats where you are wrong. I'll bet you a
flask of my favorite brandy that Su-Ling here, or Patricia
can out wrestle you." I turned to Su-Ling, "It's still a bit too 
soon after the baby for you to be rolling around dear."
"My wife can often beat me, but I am an out of shape executive.
You have a good 80 lbs on Pat here, but my money is on her.
Now, before you agree to this, we must swear you to secrecy.
I want your solemn oath that you will never reveal any of this."

"What kind of crazy thing are you into now Mort? Tim said. "Trust
me, it's nothing illegal." I replied.
 Tim gave his word, so I took him to the bedroom and tossed him 
some trunks. "Hope you are ready for a workout, amigo. She's
pretty tuff."  He laughed. "Maybe for you, pal, but I have to
keep in shape for the job."

 Su-Ling went up to the attic and filled a few of her vials.
 She gave one to Patricia.

When Tim came out, the four of us went out to the pool, and I
turned on the lights. Tim looked at my slender secretary, and said
"Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want to hurt you after
that beating you just took."
 Pat smiled at him. "Don't worry about that. I saw you admiring
Su-Lings' muscles. Well, I have some muscles too!" Pat had changed
into a skimpy bathing suit. She looked like she could have modeled
for any of the mainstream swimsuit companies.
She went into a double biceps flex, and yes, there was something
showing. Small sexy biceps popped up, a big improvement from when
she had started working out 4 months ago. I saw some nice curvature
to her legs as she twirled around to strut her stuff. "Very nice."
Said Tim.

 She walked over to my buddy. "You haven't seen anything yet, big guy."
Pat looked at me. "Sure he can handle this, boss?" Well, I saw the
appreciative look in Tim's eyes, so I replied in the affirmative.

She looked up at Tim, and said "Now remember your promise."
He replied. "I am a man of my word." 
Pat said. "Well, I intend to hold you to it. 
You're sure you like muscle on a woman, Tim?" 

Tim just had a silly grin on his face.
 
She stood up next to the bigger man, and flexed her arm again.
Pat looked critically at her little biceps. "Guess I'll need to be
a lot stronger to stand up to you."
Pat reached into her bikini top and pulled out the vial of treated
leaves Su-Ling had tossed her earlier.  
She downed the leaves, then picked up two of the 10 pound weights
we had laying by the pool.

"Maybe I should warm up first." She smiled. Su-Ling and I
were chuckling, and closely watching Tim's face as Patricia
lifted the weights out to arms length and slowly began
doing curls. With each contraction, her biceps grew larger and
harder. After 10 reps, those arms were pumped up to about
12 inches. Putting down the weights, she began doing knee bends.
Her legs expanded with muscle, and the muscles in her calves looked 
ready to burst through the skin. Then, she bent over to touch her toes,
and when she stood up straight again, her abs looked like they were
carved from stone. She smiled at my stupefied friend and said "Oh
yes, I almost forgot. I hope you like breasts too!"
 She stuck her thumb in her mouth and made like she was blowing up a 
balloon as her breasts popped out! She flexed her pecs, and those
hooters bounced up and down. 

Even I was impressed by the show my formerly diffident secretary
had put on.

Well, old Tim was speechless. "But, but, that's impossible!"
He stuttered. Su-Ling was laughing at the expression of shock
on my pals face. "Chop chop, ancient chinese herbal recipe, heya."
She said in pidgin English. 



    "You look magnificent! He exclaimed. "You don't look so bad
yourself." She replied, "But, I need to get my workout before the
stuff wears off. So, lets wrestle." I had my timer out, and said
Go!. I could see that Pat was holding back, letting Tim tire himself
out. He would get a hold, and she would break it. The poor guy
never even knew what hit him. Next thing I know, she is hoisting
him on her shoulders, spins him around, and puts him down for the
pin. He tried to buck her off unsuccessfully, and finally lay there
exhausted. She went into a double biceps flex, then leaned over and
kissed him on the cheek. "You aren't mad are you? Mort set you
up. And you are kinda cute." She let go of him, and pulled him
to his wobbly feet.
 "No, I'm not mad." He said. "Astounded is more the word." Then
he looked closely at her, and said, "But your muscles are shrinking
again." 
 I piped up with "Su-Lings' concoction only lasts for 5 minutes
or so. Don't feel bad, Tim, my lady beats me all the time too, if
she uses the stuff." "And about half the time without it too."
Interjected Su-Ling.

"Yes, she does keep me on my toes." I agreed.

"I can see that." Said Tim, but If you have this incredible
strength concoction, how did you get beat up?"

"It doesn't last long, as I said, and I didn't have any on me
when I got into the fight." Responded Patricia. "Besides, I am
enjoying getting into shape, and when I kick my soon to be ex's
ass, I want it to be with my muscle alone. I am going to pay
him and that bitch back, but good." 

"The other drawback we have discovered, is the stuff seems to
temporarily turn the ladies fat to muscle. Using it too often
appears to burn off a lot of bodyfat. But, I'm no scientist."
I said. 

"Burns off bodyfat, makes a woman strong, gosh, you folks could
make a fortune with this stuff." Said Tim.

"That's why we swore you to silence. I said. But, I guess I
will take my lady to bed now. Pat, you can fill my still single
friend here in on the other side effect. Be gentle, dear."

With that, Su-Ling and I went upstairs for some much needed sleep.
Good thing tomorrow is Sunday.

In the morning, I ran down stairs, and put the coffee pot on.
I woke my lady with breakfast in bed, and then started clattering
around in the kitchen. A few minutes later, a somewhat disheveled
looking Officer Tim came stumbling out of the guest bedroom.

"Now I see why you were always going after those female jocks in
high school. I feel like I've been thru the wringer. Pat is 
still asleep. Guess she hadn't had any for a while." We didn't
get to sleep till 3:30 or so. Damn, I have to leave, I got to
work today." He was babbling.

"So you had a good evening, heh heh?" I chuckled.
"Superb!" He exclaimed. "But I have to go now. Make my apologies
to your wife and Pat. Hey, do you think she and I could get together again?"
 
 Well, Pat must have heard the conversation, because she came flying
out of the room and stuck her arm around him. "I would like that."
She said. "But you know, I am going to be going through divorce 
proceedings, so we need to be very discrete."
(My secretary had indeed come a long way from the shrinking violet
I originally hired.)
Su-Ling came down with the baby, and announced that she was going
to make a Mandarin style dinner tonight, so we had to try and find
a oriental grocery store. (Yeah, sure, in New Orleans, on a Sunday.)
  I was ready to hop into the car and cruise the streets on our quest,
but my ever efficient secretary remarked, that the phone book would
make things easier. Su-Ling invited Tim to join us for dinner, and he
readily agreed. I remembered that Tim had boxed a bit in school, and
asked him if he still had his gloves. He agreed to bring a few pairs 
over when he returned. 

I had never been too good with my fists, and the few moves I know
came from the martial arts training provided by my lady, such as that 
combination I used on Patricia's husband at my homecoming party.
Did I remember to tell you that she had done a bit of kick boxing in
her youth. Recall the fight she had with Brenda in the first chapter?
Well, she was at a disadvantage there, as she couldn't use those feet

We got back in the early afternoon, and I figured on loafing until
dinner, but the ladies were having none of that. I was directed to
get my workout stuff on and report to the pool. Ah, the tribulations
of being married to an Amazon. Oh well! There probably would have
been nothing but Re-runs on anyhow!.

My lady looked positively foxy in a black one piece bathing suit.
I was still unwilling to wrestle with her, so she went for a swim.
She shook her finger at me and remarked that her doctor's appointment
was Tuesday, and that if all went well, we had some catching up to
do. Ah, such is life! I never thought that accepting the assignment
to Singapore could change my life like it had. I had never been a jock
in school, and, still wasn't, but the inspiration provided by my
Asian amazon had gone a long way towards getting me into good shape.

I left Patricia to finish her sets and dove in to join my lady.
She was not an experienced swimmer, and I liked to keep an eye
on her. She came up to me, and I held out my hands, and took her
in my arms. I gave her a kiss, and told her that I had been
thinking on how lucky I was to have met her, and married her.
"It was good joss (Luck) for both of us." She replied.
"You make me very happy. But doesn't it disturb you to be married
to a woman that is stronger than you?"

I thought on that one before I replied. "My dear, when I married
you, I resolved to devote myself to your happiness. If you
eat the stuff, you will can be stronger than me today. If you
eventually build yourself to a point that you are stronger
than me without it, It won't affect my love for you at all."
"As long as you want me, I am in heaven. You make me exert myself
to keep up with you, and keep you interested."

Well, she wrapped her arms and legs around me and gave a good
squeeze, and a kiss.  This would probably have led to something
more intimate right there in the pool, but I heard Patricia
calling out that she had finished her workout, and was ready
for some wrestling.

Su-Ling and I jumped out of the pool and toweled ourselves off.
I was heading for the mat when Su-Ling announced that she felt
fine, and intended to do some light sparring with Patricia.
I said "OK ladies, but nothing fancy. I don't feel that
Su-Ling has quite recovered from having the baby.
(It had only been 4 1/2 weeks after all!)

They did spar lightly for a few minutes, and then slowly
began to pick up the pace. I had to put my foot down when
Pat got a good scissors around Su-Lings soft waist.
"Enough ladies!" shouted the ref. Well, they broke apart, and
Su-Ling turned to Pat and said "He hasn't had his workout yet,
has he?"
 Next thing I knew, our hero had been jumped by the two of them.
I put up a good fight, but was soon worn down and pinned.
Patricia seemed to have taken her lessons to heart, as those
slender thighs of hers ground my stomach with vise like power, even
though the spinach effect must have already worn off.
And with my wife putting her muscular thighs to work on my
arms and chest, well, I gave in while I could still breathe.

My lady went into a schoolboy pin and flexed those wiry rock hard
biceps I had learned to love. All that sexy muscle, and just the
smell of her had its' usual effect on me. I heard Patricia
start giggling, and the pressure around my waist stopped.
"Maybe I had better leave." She said. "Why?" responded Su-Ling.
She winked at me and told Pat that since the two of them had
beaten me, they should both have me.

Su-Ling told me to close my eyes and not move. Well, with
the thoughts running thru my head right now, I would have played
along with anything. The weight left my chest as she stood up.

I heard the rustle of cloth, and then a cachunk sound, like a
quarter makes when you flip it. I was told to open my eyes,
and was met with a wonderful vision of feminine strength and
beauty, or should I say two visions?

Su-Ling was the shorter of the two, by almost 6 inches.
Her black hair hung down to her ass. She had her right
arm around Patricia, and was busy flexing her left arm, making
that biceps pop. Pat, had her left arm around Su-Ling, and
was showing off the muscles in her long slender legs.
Let me rephrase that last observation. Yes, her legs were slender,
but, they had sure grown shapely over the past few months. Her
thighs were starting to develop  some interesting bulges, and her
calves were greatly improved.

Not for the first time, did I thank myself for the foresight to
have installed a wooden fence around my pool area.

I was again directed to close my eyes. I felt a weight on my
chest again, and then, my lady was lowering herself onto my
face. I would recognize that scent anywhere. I had one hand free, 
and began caressing her biceps as I got to work. Then I felt
as if my shaft was being licked and teased. Well, Patricia
soon mounted me, and I am pleased to say I rose to the occasion.

I opened my eyes, and saw Patricia's hand cupping my wife's breast.
Remembering Su-Ling and Brenda back during our honeymoon, I grinned
to myself, and redoubled the severe tongue lashing I was inflicting
on my wife. Su-Ling's endurance was still not fully recovered, and
she came before my tongue gave out. She rolled off of me, and I
soon felt my head being lifted , and then rested on her firm breast.
 Now that my hands were free, I put them to use, caressing one
of Patricia's arms, and my lady's free breast. I started losing it
again, but held out just long enough for Patricia to come first.
 
Su-ling turned my head towards her, and gave me a gentle kiss.
I returned it, still lost on my plateau of pleasure. Well, I
guess we would have dozed there all night, but, all too soon,
Su-Ling got up to feed the baby, and start dinner.

Tim showed up a bit later, and we had a nice meal. "A guy could
get used to this." He Said. "I brought the gloves, so how bout,
going a few rounds with me?" As I've said, I'm not too good with
my fists, but a year with Su-Ling had toughened me up some, so
I agreed.

We chatted amiably over brandy and cigars, and then I took care
of the dishes as my wife fed and put the baby to sleep. The four
of us went out to the pool area, and Tim and I laced on the gloves.
 We danced around for a while, with the ladies calling encouragement.
Then, Tim caught me with a good hard right that put me down.
I got up, and we went at it in earnest for a while. I got in several
good jabs, and then caught him off balance and let loose with a
haymaker to the chin that staggered him. I was getting winded,
so I backed off, and announced that Tim was the winner.
He laughed, turned to Su-Ling, and said that she had been a good 
influence on me. I had never been able to hurt him in school

Su-Ling smiled, and said that she should box him and avenge me. 
We had a good laugh, and I reminded her yet again, that she was in 
no condition for belly punches. I figured that I was in for a real
good workout once the Doctor pronounced her fully recovered.

I tossed the gloves to Patricia, and sat by my lady. I put my arm
around her, and called her my heroine. "So you would fight for me.
Heya, Green eyed dragon lady? Well, I would kill anyone who ever
tried to hurt you." She patted my hand, and said, "I know you
would, my love. I ever closer to you each day, and my love
gets stronger. It was indeed the will of the gods that we met."

"I told you once before, that I love you for you. Those magnificent
muscles are a nice extra, but you make me happy, just being near you."
(Well, I can be a gallant upon occasion!)
 
She looked up at me with that sultry expression I so loved, and
asked me to order some more weights for the machine. I groaned
theatrically, and said that if she was going to increase her
poundage, I was going to have to work all the harder to keep up.
"Exactly." She responded smugly.

We turned our attention to Tim and Pat. Tim was showing Pat how
to stand, and position her hands. Then he was explaining how to
block. He tossed slow punches, and had her try and slip them.
She was even more inept than I was, and I could see her getting
frustrated. I whispered in Su-Lings' ear, and she nodded agreement.

  Running into the house, I looked in on our sleeping daughter, and
then went up to my hiding place, and grabbed a few vials of the
treated spinach.

I returned to the pool, and found Tim cradling a gasping Patricia.
He had apparently connected with her belly with more force than
he'd expected. She pushed him away, and went back on guard.
"I have to learn, big guy. Don't worry." Wow, this girl has
heart. I would love to be a fly on the wall when she is ready
for that Marissa.

 I handed the vial to Pat, and told Tim, that after she took the
stuff, he could whale away, and not hurt her. (At least I had
never been able to hurt Su-Ling on the few times we had boxed.)

 "Are you sure?" He said. "I sure don't want to hurt you, Pat."

Well, Patty swallowed the leaves, and we were treated to the
usual muscle growth sequence. I felt myself growing excited, and
started running my hands over my wife's slender arms. Su-Ling
nestled herself comfortably into my side, and then told me to
save it for later. She gave me a quick flex to tide me over, and
told Pat to tense her stomach.

Those abdominal muscles looked like they were chiseled from
granite. I cautioned Tim to be sure he hit straight on or he
might hurt his wrists. I don't think he really believed me, but
he started throwing soft punches at her belly, and then when
she didn't seem in distress, he picked up the pace.
Tim was soon punching hard at her, and finally seemed to be going
all out. He set himself and threw a left with all his strength
that knocked her off her feet. She bounced up, quite undamaged,
and asked him to continue. "No way, dear lady. You are wearing me
out. Mort, grab these gloves and hit at her so I can teach her
some blocking moves.

I glanced at my wristwatch and figured Pat still had about 3
minutes left before the stuff wore off. Donning the gloves, I
began throwing punches at my secretary. Under Tim's guidance,
she started trying to slip or block my shots. I was able to
connect fairly often, but my forearms soon began to grow sore
from her blocks. We picked up the pace, and my arms were tingling.
I managed to last until I noticed that the stuff was wearing off,
so I stepped back.

Su-Ling came over to me, removed the gloves, and began to massage
my arms, while criticizing my technique. "It looks like you need
some more training yourself, round eye devil." She grinned at
me.

"Ouch! Looks like I'm in for it now." I groaned. "No more couch
potato for me." She looked up at me, smiled and flexed her
sexy biceps for emphasis. "Would you have it any other way?"
I ran my hands over the hard ridges of muscle on those arms,
sighed theatrically, and replied "Never, Milady. I know when
I have it good!"
She then buried one of those little fists in my gut, and flipped me
with one of her favorite Tae Quan Do moves. I managed to land
properly, but was in no condition to offer much resistance when
she jumped on my chest and went into a schoolboy pin.

She kissed me lustily, and said "Just don't forget it bucko!"
Guess she had been picking up some American slang.

My lady helped me to my feet, and we looked over at Su-ling
and Tim. They were in an embrace. I coughed loudly, and they
jumped apart. Tim looked rather sheepish, but, I smiled at
him. "Now you better treat my secretary nice buddy, or I
will have to kick your butt." I said in mock severity.
Su-Ling chimed in. "And If he can't, I will."

Pat stuck her arm around him, and said. "At the rate I'm
going, I'll be able to do it myself soon!"

Well!

Tim walked over to my lady and I and thanked us. "I know what
you see in muscular women now, Mort. I don't think I've ever had
this much fun."

Pat flexed her still slender arms for our appreciation. "Just
wait till they are bigger." Su-Ling stepped over to her and then
they both started posing for us. I felt myself growing hard again
and looked at my watch. "Guess it's time for us old folks to get to
bed." My wife told me I had better not be too sleepy, and then
smiled as she got the joke.

"Now I'll see you in the office at 9 o'clock sharp, Pat. Better
get some sleep. I will need your help on that presentation I've
gotta do this Thursday.

"Ok, boss, will do." She offered her arm to Tim, and asked him
if he would like to run down to the French Quarter with her for 
a coffee. They changed, said goodnite, and left.

We checked on Mei-Ling, and went to bed. "I think Tim will be
good for her." I said. "He had better be, she is a nice girl."
Replied my lady as she slowly removed her nightie. "But the
time for talk is over. We have some unfinished business."
She climbed on top of me and flexed those arms again."
My hands rose to caress them, and I lifted her onto
my face to put my tongue to work.

Guess I am getting better in my old age, It took less than
10 minutes to bring her to orgasm. She straddled me and lowered
herself onto me. "Your turn." She smiled, and popped open the
heart shaped locket I had recently bought her. The sly girl
had apparently stashed a bit of her concoction in the locket,
because I was again treated to the spectacle of my petite
hardbodied wife growing into a goddess of muscle.

She never failed to have an effect on me! With the treated
spinach, or without. I ran my hands from those iron biceps,
across her superbly formed breasts, each capped with a bullet
hard nipple, and down to the washboard abs. I made like to
lift her off me before I was damaged by the expansion of her
thighs and glutes, but she stopped me. 
 "Don't worry, my love. Remember how Patricia was able to control
her growth last night? Well, I can too!"

Reassured, I ran my hands across some real buns of steel, and
finally ended up caressing her thighs as she began rocking me
to ecstasy. I tried to hold back, but she told me to relax and
enjoy. I came, and was still semi-rigid, when she let go the second
time. We slept the sleep of the blessed until the timer went off, and
I ran next door to feed the baby.

Next morning, I made her breakfast, and got into my suit to
go to the office.


End of part 2.

In chapter 3, we will meet my cousin Melanie, and find out
what happens to Marissa and Mike when Patricia is finally
ready for pay back time. Also, some new developments involving
my ex-wife, and my attorney, a tall busty Brunette named 
Rose.

Comments are always welcome.