How Celeste Became the Best By MuscleLover at powerwomanfan@hotmail.com Submissive wife grows tougher than her man. ************************************************************************ Please, send any feedback or suggestions to powerwomanfan@hotmail.com. And check out my older stories under the author MuscleLover. ************************************************************************ My wife has become quite muscular over the last six years. Her daily lifting has taken her 110 pound body to 156 pounds. Celeste is as strong as me and has bigger muscles. The sex is great. However, she makes me work hard to spread her legs. When my job starting taking more hours out of my day, Celeste complained that she was bored waiting for me. Most of my suggestions about new hobbies or activities were quickly shot down. Then I came up with an idea I knew would make her interested. Of course, I would have to explain the benefits with a hands-on demonstration. Celeste has always had a temper to go with her red hair. That night I intended to combine her quick bursts of anger with a deep desire for more strength. We had just celebrated our third year of marriage. I told my gal to change into something old to start my new idea of foreplay. As she walked out for approval, I rudely smacked her ass and commanded her to give me a blow job. Her smile rapidly changed to a snarl and a clenched fist flung towards my face. Knowing how wild Celeste would become was all I needed to counter her attack. Within seconds my fingers gripped her wrists and pulled her to the bedroom. Celeste understood my intentions would ultimately lead to her pleasure. But not being in control wasn’t going to go over easy. Her fighter instincts made her a worthy opponent. And her toned soccer legs already had power that had never been used against me. Suddenly Celeste bent her knees and wedged herself against my direction by locking her ankles around the sofa legs. The unexpected force knocked me off balance. Now it was Celeste’s turn to become the aggressor. Her cat-like reflexes allowed her to jump up and drive her knee deep into my gut. Her original punches found their targets on the second try. Celeste sat on my hips and pulled me to her lips by my collar. "Is this the position that you wanted to show me" she asked. "Yes, except you still are weaker than me and will take it my way," I replied. Celeste thought she had won, until I rolled her over and tore off her clothes. "Just think Honey, if you had more upper body strength, you would have stayed on top. But now you will just have to accept the roughest sex of your life." Although I did make my wife scream with forced penetration, the tone was more pleasure than resistance. Celeste didn’t want me to stop until she was finished. Her thighs and white-knuckled hands kept me deep within her tunnel until the flush red rolled up her body. A smiling queen accepted my offer to buy her a weight set. "Maybe then my natural female superiority will become more than intelligence and sexuality. I wouldn’t mind becoming tougher than my hubby. And believe me, tonight’s sex romp will be a walk in the park compared to the rough fun I plan to subject you to over the next few years." The next day Celeste brought home a stack of bodybuilding magazines. "I want to look like these women: big, strong, and shredded. My skinny body is going to be history. You had better give me some real motivation. Combining my new strength with my wild sexuality will be exciting. That is the reason we are going to set up a gym downstairs, complete with mirrors and wrestling mats. And nothing but underwear will be allowed. I want to see my muscle fibers expand more with every rep." Celeste was very intent on becoming hard. And she required rewards for every milestone. "Measure me once a week. Every time I expand by an inch on any part of my body or gain one pound of muscle you will have to eat me out. Our wrestling matches will also give me a chance to leverage my abilities. Each submission will win me a night of passion. The added sexual gratification should offset the fact that you will be stronger for quite a while; but not forever. I want your body, muscles, and dominance. Good luck staying ahead." The first day Celeste wanted to test her endurance. I carried over the curling bar with 20 pounds. She picked up the motions quite easily. Then rep after rep was performed. After an hour my wife was drenched with sweat. We had performed all possible exercises with few breaks. Then our christening ceremony began. Celeste was very energetic and rammed me harder than ever. Over the next few months, Celeste toned up nicely. Her abs started to separate and solidify. She liked the development and doubled her efforts. Soon she looked like her stomach could grate cheese. The previously soft wall of flesh had little give to light punches. When all of her baby fat had melted away, a glorious physique started to form. And the weight started inching up, which meant I had to go down more and more. Within a year, Celeste was pumping respectable weights. She bragged about having a pussy that was wearing me out; but not being a pussy. Her playful nature was turning more hard core each day. I loved my newly assertive girl. "What could turn her extra confidence into more pleasurable foreplay? How could I make her more aggressive?" These and more ideas bounced around in my mind all the time. And these days Celeste was doing a lot of bouncing on me. She wanted to be on top to test her thrusting ability. New positions really drove home the enhanced thigh girth and my mate’s new found flexibility. The only time Celeste didn’t mind being on the bottom was when we did it doggy style. This gave me a unique perspective of my lover’s spreading back and traps. The plains were crisscrossed with rising ridges of steel. The curvy shoulders were progressing from sandstone into granite. The answer to making my wife more challenging actually came deep within her body. Celeste noticed that I couldn’t stop massaging her hardening body during sex. Something clicked and her patience to grow bigger muscles was supplemented by her desire to control me sexually. Our love making lengthened because she was focusing on holding out until I was nearly blue balled. She had always been tight and could block my own ejaculation. When she was ready for a mutual release a surge of energy would cause her to stretch out her arms to the decorative bedpost supports. Her grip would fully flex her widening forearms and pop up her cut triceps. Months passed and so did Celeste’s old body. Viewing my naked workout partner was mesmerizing. 15 pounds of new muscle flanked every inch. Tits jutted straight out on juicy pecs. Deep lines ran down beautiful quads and calves had increased by three inches. A tight ass was the greatest feature. These cheeks were more than cute. They were frequently used for face sitting on exhausted fighters. During battles Celeste transformed from a loving wife into a fierce warrior. This violent female would start and attempt to finish every attack. No longer would she hesitate to drive her elbow deep into any soft spot on my body. The impacts were no longer harmless. Even though Celeste was still only 65% as strong as me, her skills were greatly enhanced with her judo training. Standing behind her could get me thrown over her shoulders. Running from the front could easily be converted into a hip toss. Celeste has amazing genetics. As long as she maintained her regular sessions in the gym, she was always improving and hulking out. Mass came fairly easy and strength wasn’t far behind. Even though I was making advances Celeste grew proportionally faster, so did her ego. Why wouldn’t a woman be proud of developing herself? A few weeks before the next level of muscularity would be exposed, Celeste would be extremely horny. Longer sets with heavier dumbbells deepened already noticeable cuts in solid muscle. Heavy blood flow would make her skin flush after an extended workout. The extra oxygen transformed firm features into pure rock. Lifting for two to three hours sometimes wasn’t enough to drain my lover. Aggressive fighting and lovemaking would be the only quencher. Often the lines between battles and sex blurred beyond recognition. Celeste thought it was funny to treat me like a piece of meat. She wanted me inside on her terms. After softening my chest and legs with rapid- fire punches my remaining clothes would be removed. Then I would be pulled into a sitting position. My love would sit on my quads and wrap her large thunder thighs around my waist. A boa constrictor feel crushed my ability to thrust back. It also let Celeste set the pace and force of each hump. The two things she hated were slow speed and gentle undulations. When Celeste came her goal was to make me submit over and over. At first my upper body strength made this difficult. However, extreme arm growth started turning the tide. Curling was natural for my wife. She loved to pump any time we watched TV or a movie. Within 8 months I saw the dumbbells progress from 20s to 45s. The biceps circumference expanded to 13 ½" of unyielding flesh. Her legs also rivaled mine. Too bad the rest of my body parts weren’t as resilient. Our nude wrestling became particularly pleasing to Celeste when she mastered scissors holds for all my joints. Who would bother focusing on their arm moves when their legs are more effective weapons? Vicious calf raises would be performed while clenched around my neck. Celeste derided my inability to escape and assert my "male dominance." Beyond the taunting my wife would get sexual when feel me struggle between her killer inner thighs. He nipples would poke out and rise on top of beautiful pectorals. Then her chest would grow by two to three inches as her muff ground against my sore spots. By the time our fifth year of lifting had passed, I woke up to a female version of myself. Celeste was just as big and muscular. She could beat me at most leg challenges and nearly match me on all arm lifts. When we stood next to each other the girl was obviously in better condition. Even though her bones were lighter and smaller than mine, the bulging tissue rose just as high as mine. At complete relaxed state, Celeste stayed curvy and hard. Even more so than most tough men her height and weight. I felt a little ashamed to be losing the muscle contest. But then I could never push myself as hard as Celeste could. My wife thinks nothing of pumping iron for three hours, fighting me for another hour, and then screwing me into the mattress. Six or seven hours later she would wake up for a morning weight session to "wake herself up." One day a week was the only break from bodybuilding. But running, biking, and rock climbing would take place of the metal competitors. Naturally all the strain on Celeste’s physique made her pump more. I don’t win many fights these days. However, I do spend a lot of time making my woman smile. Usually this is when she is on top or has me slurping on my knees. Celeste’s sex drive has actually increased since our honeymoon. Maybe it is the joy of being in control or the exhilaration of out flexing a guy she was once weaker one. Either way I am not complaining. I hope she continues to blast forward. ************************************************************************ Please, send any feedback or suggestions to powerwomanfan@hotmail.com. And check out my older stories under the author MuscleLover. ******************************************************************************