Tough Tammy By MuscleLover Married to a strong woman As I went around the corner, I noticed someone was already at the lat pulldown machine. Politely I asked how many sets she was going to do? "Why don't you join me?" The word no wasn't even in my vocabulary at this point. Tammy was a beautiful woman who looked to be in top shape from her workout intensity. She started a challenging training schedule about a year and a half previously. Once the first set was complete I sat down and didn't even have to change the weight. Weight lifting was fairly new to me and soon it would be apparent that Tammy was almost identical to me in strength. Her experience was helpful and gave me direction throughout the rest of the workout. Tammy's cheerful attitude and diligent work ethic amazed me even further. Her independence and confidence allowed her to be aggressive in a pleasing way. She broke the ice at the end of our session and asked me to come back to her place to get to know me better. It looked like a long term friendship was starting with the possibility of sexual attraction. We entered the living room and started drinking a glass of wine. It was wonderful how much we had in common. Soon the conversation leaned to the topic of women's muscularity. I quickly noted that no woman could ever be too strong. A ripped, powerful woman is the most beautiful creation on the planet. Tammy loved the fact that I encouraged her to get as blasted as possible. Now that she was interested, questions began to flow like a river. Coed competitions came up and boy did her eyes light up. "Fighting is exhilarating and winning against a man is the best sensation. In fact causing a man to submit to my dominant power would cause such a thrill. Since you lifted the same weights tonight, a battle between us should be very fun. I challenge you to a match; but first we must get a better look at each other's bodies under these sweats." She must have read my mind. Next we were off to the basement where a ring and mirrors were set up. A quick jump on the scale resulted in close weights between us. Then we pealed off our shirts and pants. Tammy's physique was phenomenal. Perfect symmetry and minimal fat flanked her tight frame. Firm breats thrusted out from well defined pecs and abs were flat and hard. Her back and arms were developed and her legs looked tough. Tammy began to flex each muscle group and warned me that she loved to fight quite violently. "I don't intend to give you any mercy so be smart and return the favor. Otherwise, be prepared for the consequences." My hands caressed the dense bulges all over. Tammy's smile increased and she removed her bra to let me rub her deep cleavage. "This could go on all night, but, first I want to exercise my eager muscles." Tammy wrapped her arms around my neck and deeply kissed me. As my ecstasy increased I didn't notice her legs being positioned behind my ankles. She expanded her chest to distract me further. Now Tammy decided to keep her promise of aggression. I was tripped and pushed onto the floor. My surprise at her ferocity and quickness, I was unable to avoid her knees ramming into my chest. A girlish gigle started and my face was slapped several times. Finally, I caught her arms and noted their straining power. Next, I rolled her over and placed her in a headlock. Through gasps, Tammy said,"Not bad, but unless you knock me out you are going to be avenged." My response was a laught that caused her elboe to jut into my stomach. She pulled me off the floor and spun me around. "Did I note that my legs are quite strong from years of running?" Before the sentence was completed, Tammy ran full speed into me. This caused me to bounce off the ropes and hit the floor once again. This time we grappled until a draw was declared. Tammy asked me to start working out with her on a full time basis. After accepting her offer, we made out and fooled around for the rest of the night. Lifting became a major part of our dating experience. Tammy's incredible shape allowed her to progress faster than me; but, I loved every minute of it. She became harder and packed on thick muscles. Workouts increased to two hours and light weights were unheard of. Tammy wanted to get so big that she could boss me around and take the dominant role in our relationship. I didn't make that easy for her. However, I did encourage her to reach her ultimate potential regardless of how painful it might become for me. Tammy wanted to see her results compared to me by wearing my clothes during all workouts. This was an interesting idea and soon allowed me to watch her mass increase rapidly. Her back muscled up extremely fast and soon she was slamming forty more pounds than me on lat pulldowns! Still my arms mathced her until your eyes met her delts. Vigorous pull ups resulted in round masses of strength. Tammy also worked her chest until striations could be seen. For me the most humbling part of her body was her monstrous legs. She enjoyed squatting and leg presses so much that both quads were about two inches thicker than mine. Tammy would laugh at me when she regularly pushed up 150 pounds more than I could for leg presses. Her taunting was all in fun, though. We were madly in love and decided to get married. After a few months, my wife's potential became quite noticable. Tammy's constant weight training paid of with hard muscles and extreme beauty. Her sexual aggression developed as well. She yearned to have me inside her on nearly a daily basis. Roughness was her style and ferocious thrusting exhausted me under her glistening body. Not only was Tammy stunning in bed but her gym work was fantastic. After completing a grueling workout, she would challenge me to combat. Tammy knew she could win fights if her techniques were highly practiced. Obviously, my stategy would be to avoid her powerful legs. Getting caught between those is painful and a sure way to submit to my wife. On most other fronts the wrestling is about equal. However, as Tammy packs on more mass her levels of aggression and fierceness multiply. We start by kissing and fondling each other's body. Then she usually initiates the attack. Her favorite style is to weaken my upper body and then punish my legs. Our squeezes are just as tight and straining. I have to be careful when Tammy starts punching my chest and back. Rapid blows land directly on target and cause me to be pushed back. Her back is so well muscled that it takes me several hits to cause her serious pain. If a stalemate is reach relatively soon, the next level begins as Tammy tries to trap my neck between her pulsing biceps and flexing forearms. Lately, she has started powerlifting and like to attemp flips and power moves on me. This is difficult to stop her and sometimes I end up on the floor with her on my back. After jerking me around she will encase my head in her thighs and squeeze until I beg for mercy. Then she twists my arms and repeatedly forces me into headlocks and full nelsons. The finale is usually a grapevine hold that spreads my legs wide apart. If all of this is occuring when Tammy is only 26 years old, I can not imagine how dominant she will be in ten years!