The Old Woman and the Tea
by Rick Powers
A nice cup of tea can really help some relationships.


	It was a dark and stormy night. Well, actually it was a dark and foggy night. So foggy, in fact, that even though Suzy Walker had grown up in these parts, she was driving in circles trying to find her way home. She was sure she had been down just about every road in the county, but in the fog, everything looked different.
	"Tom is gonna worry himself sick if I'm not home soon," she muttered to herself. But deep down she knew that it was his temper that she was most afraid of. He could
fly off the handle for the smallest thing. And this was not just anything. She was already an hour and a half late and getting later. And there was no supper on the table for Tom. She braced herself for the violence sure to come once she got home. That is, if she could ever find her way home through this fog!
	Suddenly, a figure appeared in her head lights. An old woman was crossing the road right in front of her! Suzy slammed on her brakes and skidded to a stop inches
away from the frightened senior citizen. Instinctively, Suzy jumped out of the car to see if the woman was alright.
	"Oh my god, ma'am," Suzy cried out in her alarm, "are you okay?"
	"Yes, yes, dear," she managed to get out, her voice still shaking from her close call.
	"Where are you going? I couldn't see you in all this fog! Can I help you?" The statements came out of Suzy's mouth in rapid fire succession.
	"Oh, yes, I'm fine," replied the old woman, once again regaining her composure. "I was just getting the mail, and I didn't see any cars. Oh dear, I must have given you quite a fright." She reached out her hand and held Suzy's trembling hand. Her touch felt strangely warm and gentle and it helped to calm Suzy almost immediately. "Oh my goodness, child, you're shaking like a leaf. Why don't you come with me. I live in that cottage over there. Pull your car down my driveway and come in for some tea, won't you? We can both relax and warm up a bit. I can tell you're more than a little 'stressed out'."
	For some reason, Suzy found herself agreeing with the old lady, even though she knew she should be trying to find her way home. The threat of Tom's reaction grew with each passing minute. But she did as the woman had bid her and soon found herself inside the snug, neatly decorated cottage seated in a comfortable chair and wrapping her hands around a steaming cup of tea.
	Suzy felt instantly comfortable with the old woman and soon was talking all about herself and her life. She was surprised to her herself saying things about her marriage to Tom that she had told no one else, not even her closest friends for fear that it would get back to Tom. At the same time, the old woman's keen eyes detected bruises on the woman's very pretty face that she had tried to cover over with make-up.
	"Still," Suzy concluded, "I do love the big lug. I just wish, I don't know, I guess I wish that things were different between us."
	The old hostess rose and poured another mug of hot water for Suzy, then reached into her cupboard and pulled out some unmarked jars of tea. Her nimble fingers quickly mixed some of the crushed leaves together and placed them in a tea ball. After letting the tea steep for a while, she returned to her guest.
	"Oh Lord," Suzy said as she finally noticed the time, "I really must get going now."
	"Hush, child," the old lady said as she sat down, "the fog is just beginning to lift. Stay for one more cup of tea. Tom can wait for a few more minutes."
	Suzy looked out to see that she was correct, so she settled back for another cup. The tea smelled wonderful, and the taste seemed to grow in her mouth and fill her with a strange warmth all the way down. A warmth like the old woman's hands, Suzy thought, as she quietly sipped the tea. The warmth seemed to be spreading all over her body, making her feel relaxed and at peace.
	"Mmmm, this tea is delicious," Suzy commented, "what kind is it?"
	"Oh it's nothing much," the old one replied as she took a sip of her own cup, "I just like to fix something special for my guests." And they continued their conversation as they had before.
	Finally Suzy was done and thanked the woman for her hospitality. As she was
leaving, the woman explained the easiest way to reach the highway. In a few moments, Suzy was once more on her way home. However, now that the fog had lifted, she realized that she was just a few miles away from her house. Funny, she thought, I've never noticed that cottage before. And what a lovely old lady that lives there.
	When Suzy pulled into the garage, the old familiar fear rose in her stomach and began to grip her heart. She knew only too well what was waiting for her on the other side of the door. Maybe he'll go easy on me tonight, she thought, if I don't say anything and just start dinner as soon as possible. She knew that was wishful thinking, but still, the fear that she initially felt seemed to be melting away. In fact, the warmth and serenity from the cottage seemed to still be with her. With a strange sort of confidence, Suzy entered the house.
	Tom as sitting at the dinner table with a couple of empty beer cans in front of him and another in his hand. He let out a soft, low belch, then said, "Where the hell have you been? You know what time it is?"
	"I ... I got lost in the fog coming home from my Bible study," Suzy meekly replied as she tried to concentrate on what to fix for dinner.
	"Lost in the fog?" Tom said between swigs, "You ain't never got lost before. I mean, hell, how hard can it be drivin' home from church? You must do it every other goddam day. Do you realize how hungry I am?"
	"I'm fixin' as fast as I can."
	"Are you backtalkin' me?" Tom growled as he slammed his beer on the table. Here it comes, Suzy thought. She could tell the change in the pitch of his voice. He was looking for a fight and anything at all would set him off. But strangely enough, she noticed that her hand wasn't trembling as it always did. She was surprised how calm she actually was.
	"I said," Tom rose and stepped toward Suzy, grabbing her shoulder and squeezing hard, while spinning her around and pinning her against a wall, "are you backtalkin' me? Cause you know you don't never talk back to me." Tom stood a good eight inches taller than Suzy's 5'4" and outweighed her by at least 100 pounds. He was almost shouting now and squeezing even harder. Still, Suzy remained uncharacteristically calm, and even his big hand wasn't hurting her as much as usual.
	Tom's face began to get redder and redder, especially when he saw that she wasn't trembling as much as usual, hell she wasn't trembling at all. Normally she would be begging for mercy by now. The stupid bitch, he thought, now I'll really have to teach her a lesson tonight. Oh hell, so much for dinner, guess I'll go out to a burger joint later.
	"You just never learn do you?" Tom released Suzy's shoulder and drew back his hand to back hand her. "You stupid ..." Tom swung at Suzy with his usual blow and she turned her head just like always trying to escape some of the force. But this time her hand went up unconsciously and blocked Tom's hand, cutting him off in mid-swing and mid-sentence.
	Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds as both Tom and Suzy stared at where the two hands had met. Suzy was almost as surprised as Tom that she had been able to stop his hand and continued to hold it even though he was still pushing against her. Suzy also felt something different happening in her arm as it was cocked in front of her face. There was an unfamiliar tightening in her upper arm, like a surging of strength, and it seemed to be growing as she pushed against her husband's hand.
	Tom must have felt something weird as well, for he quickly dropped his hand from the attack. But then just as quickly he cocked back his other hand and swung again as his petite wife. Again, Suzy turned her head expecting a sharp blow, perhaps even harder than the first because she had the audacity to try to stop him. But once again, she reacted without thinking and blocked his second blow with her other hand. Once more, they struggled in silence, Suzy feeling the strength rising in her other arm and Tom perplexed by what was happening.
	"What the hell?" Tom asked rhetorically (not that he would really know what the heck a rhetorical question is) as he dropped his hand, "What's gotten into you tonight?"
	"I don't really know," Suzy said as she began to feel a warm sensation flood through her body. Except this time, she kept getting warmer and warmer until it felt like her whole body might be on fire as the incredible strength seemed to be growing in her limbs and across her back and chest. Her feeling of calm and confidence was slowly being replaced with a feeling of power. She could actually feel her muscles growing as her blood nearly boiled in her veins. She had worn a loose fitting sweater over her shirt that night, and a simple pair of jeans. As she looked down at her chest, she could see it rising with every breath, but not going back down again.
	"But I do know," Suzy continued, looking back up at her tall husband with a look of determination, "that you're not going to hurt me ... ever again."
	"I wouldn't be too sure about that!" Tom yelled as he balled his big fist and aimed at his wife's jaw. Faster than he could see, Suzy's hand shot up and caught him by the wrist inches away from his target. Unexpectedly, Tom followed with left to her stomach. He finally made contact, but his hand was greeted by a steely wall of abdominal muscle hidden under the sweater and shirt. Again, Suzy captured Tom's other hand by the wrist before he could pull it back.
	Now Tom was struggling with all of his considerable strength. His biceps bulged in his short sleeve shirt as he tried in vain to pull his hands free of his wife's ever tightening grip. Slowly Suzy forced Tom's hands against his will down to his sides, never easing up on her hold. Then, just as slowly, and forcefully, she pushed them behind his back until his shoulders felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets.
	Suzy's muscle growth had continued this whole time and her arms were now beginning to show through the bulky sweater. As she forced Tom's arms back they both heard a ripping sound as Suzy's bra and shirt could no longer reign in her expanding chest and back and breasts. Suddenly her nipples tented out the front of the sweater as she mashed her boobs into Tom's heaving chest. The sensation from the contact as well as from the rough material of the sweater caught her off guard and caused Suzy to momentarily relax her grip and catch her breath.
	Tom used the opportunity to break free from her hands with a quick jerk. He stepped back and tried to figure out what his next move would be. This shouldn't be happening at all, he kept telling himself, it's impossible. He was the man of the house, after all. She couldn't push him around like this. His feeble brain had still not figured out that things were going to be very different from now on. But he had always been a good scrapper and had fought his way out of many a barroom brawl. He raised his hands in challenge and waited for his wife to make the first move.
	But Suzy stepped back and leaned against the wall for support. She shook her head slightly like she was trying to clear the cobwebs out. Actually, she was reeling from the pace at which her muscles were continuing to grow. Suddenly her clothes, especially her jeans, were feeling very constricting. Unfortunately for Tom, he saw her actions as a sign that she was weakening, and he decided to wade in with the first shot. Maybe I can get a couple of quick punches in, he reasoned, and knock some sense back into her.
	Indeed, it was unfortunate for Tom, for as he approached his victim he noticed only too late the state of her sweater and jeans. The seams of both were showing the stress of Suzy's miraculous growth. As he got close, the jeans nearly exploded with a loud rip as the side seams gave way at the same time, exposing her wide, and still widening, thighs. As he got within striking distance, he noticed the yarn in her sweater distorting around her upper arm as she tensed her now mammoth biceps in preparation for her counter attack. He also noted how her tits, which were never more than a handful before, now stretched the front of the sweater so much that the whole outline of the nipple could be clearly seen. This became his primary target.
	As a veteran of many bar fights, Tom knew he had to fight dirty and fast, or he might not make it out alive. To that end, he got off two lightening fast shots into Suzy's swollen boobs. He knew that she would be stunned by that tactic, then he would continue upwards intending to pepper her face with a few quick punches just to get her started.
	But his first salvo didn't have the effect he had hoped. Unfazed by his blows, Suzy returned a punch of her own into his mid-section. She wasn't much of a fighter and she didn't even put all of her strength into the tentative reply, but she hit Tom hard enough to stop him dead in his tracks and gasping for breath. She followed up with a back handed slap to his jaw that sent him stumbling backwards across the floor until he flipped over the couch.
	Suzy took the momentary lag in the battle to check out the state of her clothing. "I guess I've pretty much trashed these jeans," she said, as she viewed the damage done by her bulging thighs. She grabbed the waist with both hands and almost effortlessly ripped the tough denim fabric in two. Then she reached down to the lower part of each leg and repeated the process. She tossed the scraps of cloth aside and then looked at her sweater.
	The once bulky sweater was now fitting like a second skin, showing every bulge and curve of her new physique. "Damn," she said, "and this was one of my favorites, too. Well, I guess there's only one way that it'll come off now." With that she grasped the material between her large breasts and gave a tug. The yarn slowly gave way to her super human strength revealing the thick plates of muscle that lay beneath it. She pulled what was left of her sleeves off and tossed the remains on top of the tattered jeans. The sleeves of her shirt had split up and past her herculean shoulders, exposing arms of unbelievable size and unearthly definition. The two sides of the shirt, forced open earlier, were draped over her bulbous breasts and left plenty of space to view her trim, rock hard stomach that Tom had tested before.
	Speaking of Tom, he had struggled back to his knees in time to see the slow destruction of the sweater, and was marvelling at the vision of feminine power that stood in front of him. But if Tom was anything, it was hard-headed. Muscles or no muscles, he was determined to put his wife in her place. Besides, she just got a couple of lucky shots in there, he tried to convince himself, I'll still be able to out box her.
	Tom rose to feet, a little bit more wobbly this time, and once more approached his wife. "I don't know what's going on here, or how you got all them big bulgy muscles, but I'm still the man here, and you may get a few lucky shots in, but I'm still gonna put you in your rightful place."
	Tom threw a half-hearted punch that connected with Suzy's shoulder and bounced off. Suzy returned a soft punch to Tom's torso, but with her new strength, it felt to Tom like he had been kicked by a mule. He was sure that she had cracked a rib. Tom winced in pain, covering his side with his arm and threw another punch at Suzy's face with his free hand. Suzy easily blocked his punch and jabbed at his jaw, jerking his head backwards.
	"Tom," Suzy said, "it doesn't have to be this way." She made her point with three soft punches to his belly which doubled him over again and left his face open. "I don't want to keep hurting you this way," she said as she jabbed his jaw again, spinning him around. He grabbed onto a dining room chair for support.
	"Gotta .... teach you ...," Tom was gasping for breath, "for your ... own good..." He broke off his sentence as he picked up the metal and nuagahyde chair and swung it at Suzy. She easily intercepted the lethal object and wrenched it out of her big husband's grasp.
	"You just don't get it, do you?" Suzy asked as she held the steel legs of the chair. Then she began to push the legs in toward each other. Her already thick pecs rose to the challenge, lifting her tits even higher and allowing the loose shirt to slide off her massive mounds. When she had bent the two legs flat against the bottom of the chair, she grasped the other legs.
	"You haven't figured out what you're up against, have you?" she said as she began to apply the pressure again to the other set of legs. This time the striations in her pecs rose up like a small washboard of pure femuscle power. "You see, Tom. The rules have changed. And the first rule is," she set the mangled chair on the floor, "from now on, this will be your chair, just to remind you of your new place in the house."
	That did it! That finally pushed Tom over the edge. In a blind rage, he grabbed a large kitchen knife and lunged at Suzy attempting to plunge it with both hands into the demon's black heart and end this nightmare once and for all. But Suzy reacted with similar swiftness and grabbed Tom's hands before he could strike his killing blow. Suzy easily held Tom's hands aloft even though he was attempting to force the knife down with all of his weight. Then she began to slowly apply pressure on his wrists until they both heard popping and crunching noises.
	Tom yelled in pain as Suzy cracked both wrists and released his grip on the weapon, letting it fall harmlessly to the floor. Suzy kicked the knife away and brought her knee up hard between his legs. Pain exploded throughout Tom's body as he limply hung in his super wife's arms. Suzy turned the whimpering hunk around and sat him on the low chair. Then she lifted him, chair and all, until he was eye to eye with her.
	Suzy placed one hand under the chair and curled it up to her shoulder. Her bicep bulged hugely in response to the weight and pushed up against Tom's flaccid cock. Tom's eyes shot open in response to the touch and his mouth dropped when he saw how truly huge his wife had become. He slowly moved his shaking hands to run his fingers up and around her mountainous muscle.
	Suzy smiled at the attention Tom was giving her new grown muscles. She lowered him again to eye level. "Now tell me again, honey," she said as sweetly as possible, "who's in charge of this house?" She lifted him again up to her shoulder, but this time her bicep was greeted by Tom's raging hard-on. "Well, I'm glad we finally agree."

	Several months later, an old woman was slowly walking down the street by Suzy and Tom's house. It wasn't that she was a busybody, but she just liked to quietly check in on these two every now and then. Tom was mowing the lawn, glad that the braces on his ribs and wrists were gone in time for spring yard work. Suzy pulled into the driveway in a pickup truck loaded with fertilizer and railroad ties. She climbed out of the cab and pulled on some work gloves.
	"Thanks for mowing, sweety," she called out to her big husband he as stopped the mower and came over to greet her. She planted a big kiss on his lips then walked around to the back of the truck. "Listen," she said to him, "I know that you're planning on washing the truck today, but don't forget that you need to clean the bathrooms and do the dusting. We're having some of the girls from church over tonight."
        "What? Clean the ...," Tom began to protest as he turned around in time to see Suzy lift two ten foot railroad ties out of the back of the truck and place one on each shoulder like they were a couple of sticks.
	"Uh ... yeah, dear, bathrooms ... and dusting, I'll get right on that!" Tom swallowed hard as he watched his wife's hard body disappear into the back yard carrying at least two hundred pounds in each arm.
	The old woman smiled at the exchange and continued on her walk.

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