Sex, Lies and Videotapes 
by Paul Schilling (halfahubinc@aol.com)



     Helen loved living in outer suburbia; she had a good job as a secretary and a husband
that loved and knew how to satisfy her. At least that's what she thought, but every once in a
while Hugh would ask the craziest question: "Hey, hon, how about a weight set?" As usual she
always dismissed it as a joke and would laugh it off.
     She'd come home from work every day like clockwork, and Hugh, who got off work an
hour earlier, would be sitting in front of the TV with the VCR on. When she announced that she
was home, he'd quickly turn off off the TV.When Helen would ask what he had been watching,
he always answer, "Oh nothing, nothing important."
     One night she got home and Hugh quickly turned the TV off as usual and gave the
same answer as usual. He set the remote down as usual. But this time, Helen quickly grabbed
it and looked at Hugh. "Nothing, huh? Forgive my female intuition, but I want to see what
'nothing' has you so intense."When she flipped on the TV her eyes grew large at what she saw
a tape of big muscular women posing in every conceivable position. She watched with
amazement as the tape continued and some of them were wrestling Greco-Roman style, some
armwrestling, and some, with smaller and weaker men, just dominating them. Anger subsided
as something else welled up in her as she began to get turned on by these almost half naked
women showing off their bodies and being proud of it. She turned off the TV and tried looking
cross at Hugh. "We'll discuss this later," and she kissed him on the cheek. Helen was turned
on by this, probably more than Hugh was.
     There were nights where they would go to bed and Hugh would fall fast asleep, and
Helen would lie wide awake tossing and turning. Those nights,she would go down and watch
his tapes. One restless night, she walked downstairs and began watching a tape focusing in
on the upper body. There was muscle everywhere, even in places she never considered.
When she got tired, she headed back to the bedroom, stopping by the full length mirror in the
hallway. She took off the pajama top she was wearing and stood looking at herself in the
mirror, naked except for her panties. "What do these women have that I don't?" she asked.
She began to compare herself to the women in the video. Her body contours were smooth and
supple, her abs were tight, maybe not as defined, but tight. She quickly flexed her arms and
watched a small soft ball begin to rise, but barely above her shoulder."Maybe it's the chest."
She began to softly caress her breasts causing her nipples to stand up. As she thought more
and more about the women forcing muscle to grow on top of muscle, she began to play more
and more with herself, until she became extremely charged with sexual static. "I can see why
Hugh likes these women," she said as she began to come down off her high. "But Hugh's got
me and not them," she said as she began all over again. She threw out her chest and
proclaimed, "I'm all he'll ever need or want," and proudly went into the bedroom.
     Even though Helen didn't say anything more about what happened, she was in for a
big surprise, probably the biggest one in her married life.She left work early one day and
headed home to make dinner for Hugh and her. When she got home, she noticed that the
door was unlocked. She walked into the house carefully and heard noise coming from the
den. Hugh must be home, she thought to herself, because one of his tapes were running.  She
watched the tape for a few minutes and shut it off. She walked to the bedroom and heard low
murmuring. She quickly opened the door and her mouth dropped open at what she saw. Hugh,
completely naked with his member erect as a flagpole, was rubbing and kissing the thigh of a
young, semi naked,well muscled female.
     "Hugh!" she screamed. "Who is this bitch?" Before he could get anything resembling an
explanation out of his mouth, Helen launched herself at the muscular babe, knocking her off
her feet. The girl sprang to her feet with much resilience. Before Helen knew, she was being
tossed around like a rag doll. The girl finally flung her against the wall hard, knocking her to the
floor. "Is this what you want, Hugh?" Helen screamed as she staggered to her feet. She
relaunched herself at the girlfriend, grabbing her by the hair, trying to knock her off balance.
This was to no avail as the girl was much stronger and heavier than Helen.
     "I'm too much of a woman for you to handle, bitch," the girl hissed as she caught Helen
in a combination reverse headlock and bear hug. "If I were you," she taunted, flexing her
massive forearms and biceps over and over again, "I'd leave before one of us got hurt." The
young woman gave one last flex, causing Helen to almost black out, then threw her roughly up
against the opposite wall. Hugh, who had been standing on the bed, out of the way, shot his
load at this show of physical strength.
     Helen stood up, rubbing her sore head as she watched the robust girlfriend tear off her
shorts, walk over to her husband, and start stroking his now flaccid member. "I'm outta here,"
Helen cried as tears streamed down her face. "I want you to know one thing, Hugh, this ain't
over." She threw a suitcase together and began to leave. Hugh's girlfriend put on one of
Helen's robes and followed her to the door, shoving her all the way. Helen was to sore to fight
back as she was being pushed out the door. The girl stood in the door and forced her barely
covered chest out and laughingly shouted, "Hey, bitch, you need to take your vitamins and eat
your spinach. Maybe you could develop something like these," and proceeded to flex her large
arms until they tore the sleeves of the petite robe. All Helen did was get in the car and raised a
defiant middle finger, then said,"Next time, you whore, you're mine," and sped down the road.
     As she drove around, two questions bothered her: 'Where did he find that muscle
bound slut,' and 'How do I get back at them?' By the time dusk fell, she found herself in one
of the mid-city metro hotels that was fairly clean and close to work, and rented an efficiency.
Before she went to bed,she noticed that across the street was a "Titan's Gym."  She had
passed it on her way to work not really being aware of it, but now she began to pay extreme
attention to it. After about a week or so of restless sleep and what seemed the job from hell,
Helen walked over to the gym. With great trepidation, she opened the door and wandered in.
She expected to see bulked up guys working out but wasn't expecting to see buffed women
there, working their huge muscles exhaustibly, sweating and moving weights like they were
paper. She had entered a brand new world, a world of muscle.
     Just then a rather large woman walked over to her and kindly said,"Hi, I'm Megan, call
me Meg." The rather muscular female smiled, "I'm the head female trainer here at Titan."
Helen returned the remark and introduced herself. Meg crossed her hands and said, "Can I
show you around?" Helen didn't say a word, she just nodded. Meg showed her around the gym
and Helen was in complete awe of what she saw, and in awe of looking at Meg. All of a
sudden one of the guys saw Meg and asked her to spot for him quickly. She nodded and
excused herself. Helen went over to watch. The guy laid down on a flat bench and Meg
professionally watched as this guy pumped out several reps. As he tired, Meg grabbed the
weight, basically holding the whole thing by herself and helped him with the last few he was
doing. Helen became enamored by Meg's strength and infatuated by how her whole arm
swelled with muscles each time she lifted. The guy was captivated too and thanked her for her
help. Meg walked over to Helen and said, "Now where were we? Ah yes."
     Before she could get anything more out of her mouth, Helen shouted,"That was
fantastic!" Then she lowered her voice. "I want to be just like you, big and strong."
     Meg blushed a bit and laughed, "Okay, let's go over to my office and we'll get you
started."
     Behind closed doors, Helen explained what had been going on at home and how she
wanted to get some revenge on this muscle-bound bimbo and her husband. Meg listened
intently and watched as Helen signed the papers, then spoke up, "I'll be your personal trainer, 
here, feel this." Meg flexed one arm. Helen felt a rush of excitement as she watched the ball of
muscle find it's way up. "Go ahead, touch it, it won't bite." Helen touched her as Meg flexed
and relaxed her biceps over and over again, ever so much harder than before, causing a
complex pattern of veins to surface. "I'll mold you from clay and make you into hardened
granite."
      All Helen could say was, "Wow. Things are going to change."
     Things did change. After about two weeks, the initial shock of soreness and change of
diet wore off. Helen began to grow and stayed hungry for the gym. During the next eight
weeks of training and listening to Meg, Helen grew as tough as nails. Meg was amazed at how
fast Helen had put on muscle. She was now curling close to one hundred pounds and
benching close to two. One day, Helen walked into Meg's office and quietly said, "I think I'm
going to take a day off."
     Meg looked at her partner/student, "Why, what happened?"
     Helen took off her blazer and explained that she was moving a box of paperwork to the
storeroom and her arms started to tear her short sleeves and that wasn't the only thing, she
was exploding out of her existing wardrobe. " I lost two more buttons on my blouse, and all I
did was breathe." 
     Meg tried to hold a straight face, but couldn't and broke out in laughter. She laughed so
hard that tears formed and she was bending over from cramps.  Helen became extremely
upset and began to whimper at the thought of her friend laughing at her. "Hey,"she slapped
Meg in the chest, "what's so damn funny, I'm the one who keeps losing her wardrobe!"
     Meg finally composed herself, cleared her throat and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"I'm sorry Hel I couldn't help myself." She cleared her throat one more time. "C'mon, 'She-Hulk,'
go get changed and we'll take some measurements." Meg grabbed the measuring calipers and
tape and went with Helen to the locker room, still laughing to herself quietly. "Uhhuh...  Okay...  
Uh huh... Yeah... And here... Okay.  WOW!"
     "Let me see." Helen's mouth dropped as her eyes darted from the paper to the mirror
back to the paper. "This is me?" Within an almost ten week period, Helen went from a petite
34B-20-32 to a 36D-22-34 figure, and her forearms doubled in size and were defined. She
flexed her biceps, which atone time were no bigger that 12" in girth, and watched them grow to
almost 16 3/4". Combined with her triceps, they were equally defined. She turned around to
see her shoulders, back, and glutes now as hard as rock and rippling with muscles. She
couldn't say a word as she noticed that her thighs were at least twenty-some inches now and
her calves were somewhere around fifteen inches.
     Meg wrapped her arms softly around Helen's broad shoulders, kissed her, and
whispered in her ear, "I've never felt like this before, especially around a woman, but taking
your measurements and seeing how much you've packed on really turns me on." Meg turned
Helen around and looked at her. "You know that you're not quite ready for amateur status yet,
but,"she continued, "I'll take you shopping where I go for clothes," and after a light workout,
both went to a shop that catered to bodybuilding women.
      With a new body came a new confidence. It was evident at work and in the gym, but
now she wanted to put it to the supreme test. One Saturday morning, Helen woke up, grabbed
the largest of her old clothes, and went over to the gym where she did a rather unusually
heavy workout, then showered and put on her clothes that now fit as tight as a second skin. As
she was leaving, she met Meg coming in.
      "Well, aren't we the early bird this morning?" Meg noticed that Helen looked more
pumped up than usual. "Going somewhere, I take it?"
     "I'm going to get the rest of my stuff, but that might change,"Helen said, puffing out
her chest slightly as to not strain any of her buttons. "I'm going to lay down a little lady justice."
     Meg looked at Helen's chest and noticed that her nipples had become aroused,
straining her tight-fitting blouse even more. Meg reached over and kissed her gently on the
cheek, which made Helen get more turned on. She gently pushed the female goliath away.
"Hold up, buckerette, I want these clothes to stay intact for a little bit. If you know what I mean,"
and Helen winked.
     Meg cleared her throat and, as business-like as she could, said, "Good luck, call me if
anything should change about later."
     "I will," Helen said as she got into the car and drove off.
     Meg felt herself grow hot. She looked down and noticed her own nipples proudly
standing out. "I need a cold shower," she said to herself as she walked into the gym.
     Helen soon arrived at the house and let herself in. She stopped in the hallway, admiring
herself in mirror. "Yes ma'am," she smiled, "a little muscle will go a long way today," she said
as she flexed one of her arms, watching her sleeve fill to near bursting.  She then put her
hands on her hips and stood on her tiptoes and examined her powerful thighs. "Hugh won't
even know what hit him," and then she proceeded to the bedroom to pack.  Hugh drove up
and saw her car and stormed into the house and threw the bedroom door open.
     "What the hell are you doing here?" Hugh screamed. Then he noticed Helen's body.
"So," he said sarcastically, "you've been working out a little." He laughed and then asked,
"Gotten any tougher?"
     Helen noticed the bulge growing in Hugh's slacks and this was the moment she was
looking for. "Yeah," she said confidently, "I'm tough,strong, and ready for you and that bitch
queen of a girlfriend." She then raised an arm beginning a long hard flex. "Come on over and
check this out."
     Hugh walked over to her and was astounded by what he saw rising smoothly in Helen's
sleeve. As her biceps rose it filled the sleeve and burst through; the more she tensed it for her
husband, the hotter she got.  "Go ahead, lover boy," she commanded, "feel how hard it is."
She then tightened her thighs and calves and took further command of her situation."When
you're done with my arm, run your hands over my thighs and calves."Helen had become the
dream he always wanted. "Bring your hands up and sample my hard glutes, savor my back
and shoulders," she said in a low sexy voice. "See how strong they are." Helen began to
personify the dominating muscle-women she'd seen previously in his videos.
     Hugh, turned on by what he had seen and touched, had stripped down to his shorts.
Helen began enjoying herself too as she flexed different muscle groups for him. Thinking
he had the upper hand, Hugh stood up. He began unfastening the lower buttons of Helen's
blouse, feeling her abdominal six-pack, and with his other hand, undoing the top button of her
shorts and sliding his hand down. She shocked him as he began to kiss her when she abruptly
elbowed him, then turned around and hit him in his midsection,knocking him back, then giving
him a right uppercut to his jaw, putting him to the floor. Hugh shook off the effects and
staggered to his feet, and started towards Helen. As he propelled himself at her, she got down
low,grabbed his legs, and flipped him, quickly grabbing him and sticking him in a headlock.
     Helen was amazed at her own power and strength as she watched herself in the closet
door mirror swiftly overpower her husband physically. Hugh began to enjoy this, playfully
grabbing her around the waist. Helen began applying more pressure. "Enough horseplay," she
grunted as she forced her husband's neck into her muscular vise and rolled him over on his
back where she clamped her huge legs around his waist and squeezed, hard. Although there
was at least a fifty pound difference, Helen had the leverage, and there was no possible way
to break her hold. "Where is she?" Helen taunted."Where is that measly little whore you
wanted over me?"
     Hugh didn't answer until Helen forced her point. "She'll be here in a few minutes," he
gasped.
      "Good," Helen said pleased and let loose of her husband. She got up,closed the
suitcase and shoved it under the bed. "Don't say anything about me being here," she said.
"I'll be in the kitchen. I have a little surprise for her." Hugh looked puzzled. "Oh, and if you're
good, I MAY let you play with these." Helen moved her hands to her waist and began inflating
her chest. As it grew, the tiny blouse grew skin tight as she began to bounce her pecs, first the
right, then the left. This action caused her buttons to pull further away from their holes until
they popped, flying across the room like little projectiles. She walked over behind Hugh and
wrapped her big arms around him giving him a bear hug and a little peck on the cheek, then
headed to the kitchen.
     After about ten minutes, the girlfriend arrived. Helen peeked out of the kitchen,
watching Hugh meet the girl at door, automatically kissing and groping at her. Helen walked
back into the kitchen and noticed that she was having trouble tying a knot in her blouse. But
moreover, she was wet. 'I really must've done a number on Hugh,' she thought.  'I know I did
myself.
     Meanwhile, the girlfriend, as the dominatrix, savagely pushed Hugh away. Grabbing
the collar to her t-shirt, she ripped it open in one swoop as she exposed her muscular upper
body to Hugh. After a couple of poses she smiled at Hugh, who was trying to adjust his own
stiffie. She sauntered over to him and stroked his one cheek and kissed the other. "Where's
Wifey?I told her to go and eat some spinach and maybe she could have some of these." She
flexed one arm, causing it to grow right underneath Hugh's nose. After her display, she lead
Hugh to the bedroom like a lamb to the slaughter.
      Helen waited until they were in the bedroom and fooling around, then she snuck in.
Hugh didn't say a word; it was largely a case of fright, but even more curiosity. Helen tapped
the girl on the shoulder. "Hey, you hussy, remember me?" The girl straightened up and began
to turn around. Helen grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to the ground. "I took your
advice about the spinach." Helen pumped herself up and muscle groups began to wage war
on her seams, causing blowouts as muscles and veins began to show. "Let's have some fun,
bitch."
     The girl, who was caught by surprise, got up and shrieked, "Okay, bitch,  I don't know
what you did or how, but I'm still tougher and stronger." The girl flexed her own muscles and
sprung at Helen.  Seeing this, Helen stepped aside, grabbing the girl by her arm, painfully
locking it behind her in a painful submission hold that Meg had taught her. "Hmmph," Helen
disapprovingly snorted, "I thought Hugh had better taste when it came to women's muscles."
She then forced the girl's face onto the bed, grinding it in, and quickly locked her legs around
her waist and began to squeeze. Helen then jerked her opponents head up."Nap time's over,"
she hissed. Gritting her teeth, Helen angrily looked at Hugh as she again jerked his girlfriend's
teary-eyed face up. "Well, Hugh, go ahead, kiss her. She's the one you wanted!" Hugh
hesitated. "C'mon, lover boy, you haven't forgotten how to do it, have you? It's like this!"With
that, Helen stuck her mouth on the girl's and ferociously began a long lingering kiss. She then
looked up at Hugh and said, "There you go sweetie, now it's your turn." Again Hugh hesitated,
which made Helen mad. "Hugh, you either kiss her or I'll break every bone in her body." Hugh
obliged. "Same thing goes for you, honey," Helen whispered in her ear.
     As they began to kiss, Helen let go of the girlfriend completely and walked over to
her husband's side of the bed. Helen watched intently as Hugh felt his girlfriend's body. The
intensity was too much to handle as Helen could feel her sexual temperature rise. Helen threw
off the rags that were her blouse and gently began to caress and kiss Hugh. Hugh began
enjoying himself and not paying attention to Helen, who wrapped her legs around his waist and
began to bear down with all her power. "Now,sweetheart, where were we?" she whispered as
she applied more energy. "Do you remember those tapes with the wrestling sequences?
Watch what I learned to do." With immense power, she flipped Hugh off the bed and quickly
turned back to the frightened girlfriend, grabbing her by the upper arm and squeezing. "Hi,"
Helen said sweetly. "Remember me?"
     The girl tried to shake Helen's grip but there was no way. "Let go of me," she cried.
"You're hurting me."
     Helen looked devilishly at the girl, "Aww, is little ole me hurting the big bad muscle
bitch?" Helen again planted another hard long kiss on her. After that, she sat up on top of the
girlfriend and grabbed the front on her shorts, tearing off the rivets, hitting the subdued
girl in the face. "Your kiss is very mediocre." Helen began to flex her abs until each one stood
out separately. She grabbed the girl by the hair again. "Let's see if your licking is an  better. 
LICK!" Helen commanded and brought the girl's head up close to her abs. "Go on, lick 'em,
and if you're good enough, I may let you out of here with only a few bruises." The girl forcibly
licked and kissed Helen's hardened abs. Helen was burning with passion as she took her free
hand and caressed her breasts and then flexed a giant biceps, kissing it as she achieved
orgasm. She threw the girl's head down and said, "I've seen better." Hugh, still dazed, watched
this from a corner and shot his load, causing a large wet stain on his shorts.
     Helen dismounted the girl and put on one of Hugh's jerseys, which now was no looser
than one of her largest tops. She grabbed one of her own tops and tossed it hard at the girl.
"Now put this on and get dressed, cause you got ten seconds to get out."
      As the girl was dressing, she was running down the hall because Helen was following
her. She tripped at the door as she tried to put her shoes on and grab for the door. Helen
opened the door and the girl scurried out ."C'mon back and see me when you get some more
of this," Helen went into a double biceps pose, popping the buttons and causing the seams on
the tightfitting jersey to split.
      Helen slammed the door, looking down at exposed pecs and arms, and produced a
devilish grin. She picked up the phone and called Meg, "...Okay, I'll see you in about ten
minutes. Oh, and wear something old, tight, and sexy." She hung up the phone and walked
back to the bedroom. Hugh was dressed and packing a small travel bag for himself.  "Where
the hell do you think you're going?" Helen demanded.
     "I... I gotta get outta here, or you'll kill me." Hugh was terrified.
     Helen looked at him angrily. "You aren't going anywhere." She grabbed his bag and
threw it in the corner. She then pushed him down on the bed and began to straddle him,
ripping his shirt open. She gave him a very long kiss on the lips and squeezed his balls,
proclaiming, "Things are going to change around here, Hugh." Just then the doorbell rang.
"Here's one of my little changes now." Helen started for the door and turned around looking
at Hugh. "You stay here and get comfortable, I'll be right back."
      A few minutes later, "Hugh, darling, say hello to Meg." Hugh's mouth dropped as the
large woman walked in the bedroom. She flexed one of her vein riddled arms and ripped the
sleeve. "Is this tight enough?"
     Helen walked over to her and kissed Meg gently on her flexed biceps."Oh yeah, NOW
we can have some fun." Helen closed the door to the bedroom and the only thing  louder than
the ripping clothes were Hugh's screams.

The End ?