Growing with Glen By MuscleLover Short story Glen and I started dating in junior high. We were both rather athletic and loved sports and competitions. I first noticed her during a track meet. Even at the age of thirteen she was well developed and top runner on the girl's sprint teams. A volumptious body and outgoing personality were just two of the many qualities I desired in her. I introduced myself and a few weeks later we were a couple. Glen could not keep her hands off of me; therefore we spent a lot of time together. As the season wrapped up, we wondered what should take its place. The football team had already started lifting for the fall season, so I asked Glen if she would like to start training with me. This gave me an excuse to see her more and avoid the showoffs on the team. We picked a quiet gym that was well stocked with free weights and nautilus equipment. For the first week I trained Glen how to lift properly then she wanted to dive into serious lifting. Her excitement level was amazing. She loved to try heavier and heavier weights until she finally maxed out. Once we measured our strength levels I was a little surprised that Glen was about 70% as strong as me. Little did I know that a powerful woman was about to start splitting her seams. Glen was fanatical about lifting as many reps as possible. Our focus was on arms, back, and chest since legs were already in good shape. However we cycled through all muscle groups every two weeks. Glen did well at powerlifting moves and refused to work out at less than 85% of her maxes. In fact she would go to 90% with my guidance and extra help. The grueling amount of work started to grow density very quickly. My girlfriends chest hardened as well as her shoulders. After a workout I would spend the evening at Glen's house. When she complained about being sore I would tease her by poking her body. She was ticklish and would often fight back in a playful manner. As the weeks passed by I was astonished at how much tighter Glen had become. And then we would often go through gently wrestling matches. She loved to play rough and wanted to practice moves on me until she became big enough to enforce her aggression with real power. I would get into any position Glen wanted and allow her to do what she wanted until I felt enough pain to defend myself. Of course I was allowed to tense my body to avoid blatant abuse. At first it started out slow then Glen came to the conclusion that maybe she was stronger than she first guessed. The hard bulges in Glen's arms proved to be high quality weopons against my neck and other areas of my body. Rapid flexing and a stamina for continued pressure made getting out of a headlock difficult. And Glen was so fast that by the time I resisted her attack the other arm was joining the fight. When she discovered she could cause real pain, a bright idea jumped into her head to try more exotic and dangerous moves. She enjoyed rough punching and kicking. Then one day I was sitting in her lap stroking and complimenting her strong legs. Glen soaked up the flattery and then stood up quickly. This caused me to fall and soon my girlfriend was on top of my chest. Calves exploded out either side of each bent leg. I punched her quads to feel quite a resistance. In an instant Glen slid up to my head and pulled my face to the inner thighs. Deep cuts and slabs of meat pressed against my head. I started to kiss the sensitive tissue and found the grip increase. Glen started to pump up and down and removed her bra to relieve the mounting tension. She spun around and pulled down her panties. Then her shiny glutes mashed against my face and slow contractions occured to her pleasure. I was told the hold would get tougher until I satisfied her with oral sex. Once I couldn't bear it anymore I caved in and stuck my tonque deep inside her. Glen had never felt so good and wedged me there for about two hours. Now that my girlfriend was quickly approaching my strength levels I tried to keep up with her level of training. However my success with forced reps was minimal. Glen on the other hand could lift at a more rapid pace and for longer periods of time. Her results could not be ignored. My admiration had always been for her strong delts. No padding was needed on any of her dresses! Over several months her lower arms filled out to become quite sexy. Growing biceps formed summits and deep valleys and her triceps were very wide and long. Armwrestling was nearly impossible due to thick forearms. Of course, a massive back supported phenomenal increses. Glen could have me sit behind her and grap my hands. She would then pull me towards her torso and ram my chest off of her arched back. This would hurt so much that bruises sometimes occured. The best improvement on her body was her pectorals. Most women lose a lot of mammary tissue when working out but Glen only dropped from a robust D-cup to a large C-cup. The amazing part was the increase in chest muscle. Glen could make her pecs dance on a whim. The cleavage and separation was enormous; and in a bear hug her power could flatten my chest against hers. All of this development occured by the time we turned 19. What I couldn't believe was that Glen was just getting started on her potential. We attended the same college and spent most of our free time together. Glen began training with some of the bigger guys since she was bored with my "weak" routine. For some reason, Glen was able to accelerate her growth to nearly a third faster than in high school. I know it was strictly due to hard work because she loathed illegal steroids. But that didn't stop legal weight gainers. By the time we graduated, Glen was lifting weights at maxes I could only dream of. 840 pound leg presses, 280 bench presses, 80 pound bicep curls, 67 wide arm pullups, 200 lb lat pulldowns, 700 pushups, 1,200 crunches and two miles of swimming every day. She was now wider, harder, thicker, and much more aggressive than me. However, Glen still professed her love. This was great, since fooling around with an amazon can be a lot of fun. After a particularly hard fight, Glen would take our clothes off and walk behind me. Pressing the enire length of her body against mine was a sensual experience in itself. Next, she would run her hands all over my body from my shoulders to my calves. The grip from her hand would become more forceful until she stopped at my groin. Cupping my genitals in her hands she would stroke and squeeze with glee. As my joy increased she thrust her hips against my butt. Intentional gyrations multiplied until I was ready to explode. Sometimes Glen would be so turned on that she would push me to the floor and thrust in similar motions of anal sex. "You are lucky I am not a man and you are the woman. If I was ramming an erection into you, I doubt you would be able to walk afterwards." Glen always outperformed me but enjoyed it when I would kiss and probe each muscle on her body. Eventually, I proposed and we were soon in our honeymoon suite. Glen was eager to knock me up and decided to skip any foreplay. Laying on my back I invited her to mount me. A devious smile looked down at me and then I was rammed inside. "Oh this is wonderful. Push harder." I obliged and found my wife had extreme vaginal strength. Her inner muscles surrounded me and contracted and compressed almost at willV. She didn't expect it to be so easy for her to control herself and wanted to experiment. "Try to pull out." As I shoved her hips, the grip only tightened. "Ha, not only am I much stronger than you, but also I will always be the dominant sex in bed. This was just a start, let's try to reach higher levels of force and enjoyment." Glen lurched on top of me and began different positions. In her obsession she wrapped her legs around my thighs and crushed my chest into hers. Soon her aggression caused us to roll off the bed. I landed on my back and was pulled in even deeper. "Now that was the most amazing thing. Hard wood floors really do give me more fun. Come on hubby, make me proud to be your wife." Next Glen rolled me onto my stomach and planted her butt on mine. The only new part was she pulled my erection back to give her an added feature to our old dating experiments. At the end of the night I collapsed in her arms and was glad she accepted my proposal. A strong woman can create an extraordinary relationship.