The Triumphant Wife by Paul Benjamin "Please Glenn, stop," my husband just laughed as he slapped me across the face again. I dropped to my knees and huddled at his feet expecting to be kicked. Instead he just laughed at me. "That'll teach you not to have dinner ready for me you cow, though I bet you've been eating enough for ten. Now get out of my sight." I ran out of the room with tears in my eyes. I stumbled into the bathroom I had clean up before Cindy got home from her friends. I couldn't let her see me like this. Looking in the mirror though I could tell Glenn was right. Ever since Cindy was born (or right after Glenn and I had married) ten years ago I'd begun to gain weight. At 230 lbs I was a lard butt even though I was 5' 10". I sighed, finished cleaning myself off and went to finish Glenn's dinner. Right after dinner Glenn left to go drinking with his buddies. It hadn't always been this bad, in the beginning months would pass between his beatings. Now it was often daily, and it was the worst when he had time on his hands and started drinking. I went down the list of things he would blame me for not doing and started doing them. By the time I got to cleaning up the rec room (basement) I was exhausted. I seemed to have less and less energy lately, maybe I should just let him beat me, he probably would anyway. In the end inertia sent me to the basement. While going through the closest, I banged my foot against a metal pole. I looked down, it was some kind of machine. With a lot of effort I managed to drag it from the closet. It was an old rowing machine Glenn used to have. God how long had it been back there? Maybe we could sell it, the money would make Glenn happy. I dusted it off and left it there, going off to clean the rest of the room. I was about to leave when it caught my eye again. Shrugging and laughing to myself I sat down heavily on the little seat. My oversized butt cheeks hung perilously over the sides and I struggled to stay seated. Straining, I managed to reach the handle and shove my feet into the stirrups. I pulled the handle and pushed out with my legs. Slowly the seat slid back and the fly wheel turned. I did it again and again for what seemed like an hour, but when I stopped and looked at my watch turned out to be two minutes. Gritting my teeth I did another minute. I could barely breath when I finished. I walked over to the floor length mirror. I looked pathetic, my face was beet red and sweat had soaked through my T shirt. I was a long way from the triatholon. I shoved it into a corner figuring I'd place an ad to sell it tomorrow. Luck was with me, when Glenn got home he was to drunk to do anything but shove me out of the way and go to bed. The next day I got up and probably would have forgotten about the rower if not for how sore I was. I almost called up the newspaper but a nagging part of me kept saying over and over, why not keep at it? You keep saying you want to get in shape, why not do it? So I went down and rowed again. It was depressing, I couldn't even go as fast or as long as yesterday. But I now had a grim kind of determination and the next day I was there again, and the next, and the next, and the next. Two weeks had gone by and I could now do 10 minutes twice a day at a moderate pace, I'd also added in a half hour walk. I was really proud of my progress though disappointed in how slow the weight loss was coming, only five pounds. Glenn had noticed the rower, but hadn't said anything. Maybe it was a sign I thought, maybe he's pleased with me. I continued my workouts harder than before thinking I'd found a way to save my marriage. That hope vanished less than a week later, as usual at the dinner table. "What is this crap, Laura," he pointed at the broiled chicken, steamed broccoli, and baked potato on his plate. "I thought we'd eat a little healthier, I'm trying to loose weight." "You couldn't loose weight if you ate cardboard. I want steak, and fried chicken, and ham for dinners you moron," his face was turning red. I knew the look. I was in for it now. "Cindy why don't you go over to Dawn's house for awhile," I couldn't let her see this. But she knew, she slunk off without a word. She's barely got out the door when Glenn smacked me in the mouth. He rarely used his closed fist on my face. He must really be mad tonight. I was so bruised the next day that I could barely go through my workout. The next two months went by. I made Glenn what he wanted, but made different food for me. He slapped me a few times for wasting his money on two meals, but didn't stop me from doing it. My progress had continued, I now was rowing 20 minutes, twice a day at a steady clip and jogging 2 miles a day. The weight loss was slow but steady as I now tipped the scale at 199 lbs. I was now noticeably thinner, I was still fat but at least I was no longer inconvienced by it too much. And while no one was whistling at me at least they weren't whispering about me behind my back. One negative though was now I had loose flesh hanging around me. It was then that I noticed the garage sale down the block. I interupted my jog to have a quick look. It was the usual garage sale junk, except for the weights. Six pairs of dumbbells ranging from 10 to 35 lbs. I bought the lot for $5.00. Maybe I could use them to tone up. In spite of all the work on the rower it took 10 trips to get them all home. At first I was terrified at what Glenn would do, but when he saw them he just laughed. "What do you think you're going to do with those? You're just a fat woman, not Scwharzenegger. You'll just hurt yourself." Then he was gone still laughing. For a moment I was relieved, then furious, how come he hadn't noticed I'd lost more than 30 pounds. I grabbed one of the weights off the floor and started lifting it over my head again and again. That was a big mistake, it was two days before I could recover from the back pains. The next time I came prepared with books and magazines and like with the rower started slow and sensibly. A year had now passed since I'd first found the rower. As time passed I added 3 more pairs of dumbells, up to 50 lbs along with a bench. Then two months ago I bought an olympic weight set. I got a real beating for that, it cost $175 though I told Glenn it was only $100. Fortunately for me Glenn was having to travel more and more lately so I was only getting seriously beaten about once a month. My workout was now 30 minutes heavy rowing, 2 hours lifting followed by a 6-8 mile run. In the afternoon I did another 30 minutes rowing along with another hour of lifting. I did this 6 days a week when I could. Sometimes I'd go swimming or biking to break it up. At first I was unsure about the changes taking place in me but then I became more and more fascinated by how I was remolding myself. My weight had leveled off at 175 lbs. I was still losing fat but I was gaining muscle. Standing in front of the rec room mirror I started posing. It was something I could only bring myself to do within the last week. I did a bicep pose, they were still not cut too well but they were the size of half baseballs. Cindy had helped me measure myself, the biceps were over 14", my waist was down to 27" and my hips to 38". My calves had filled out and hard muscle flared out to cut in a sharp ledge a little above my ankles. The muscles in my thighs looked a little like somebody had shoved in a processed ham. They still lacked definition but the muscle was solid. My stomach was starting to show ripples and I made a note to increase my abs workout. It was my chest though that was my greatest pride. From the baby and the weight gain I'd grown to an EE cup, to my amazement I hadn't lost anything off my chest. Now though where my boobs had hung flabbily to below my belly buttton, they stood cantilevered straight out, held by my incredibly powerful pecs. I now measured a 48 EE around the chest. Smiling I flexed the right and left muscles and watched my boobs jiggle in a bra that could barely contain them. Then I flexed and expanded my chest. My boobs floated up my chest and outward, then I heard a rip. I ignored it and flexed harder, a louder rip and my boobs burst free as the wrecked bra dropped to the floor. The 2 inch diameter aureola were puffy and my nipples stood out a half inch. I was incredibly aroused, in spite of my new figure Glenn and I rarely had sex. Occasionally he'd jump on me in the dark, hump me for 2 minutes then roll off. I almost started playing with myself, but then I remembered Cindy was still there. She had taken to watching my afternoon workouts. She never said much she just watched. Now her mouth was slightly open in a look of what I now think must have been awe. I was so pleased to have her be proud of me. I didn't think I'd been much of an example so far. At least Glenn didn't beat her. I didn't know how much longer that would last, lately he'd taken to yelling at her over everything, then shoving her aside as he walked by. "Why don't you go upstairs and watch TV while mommy finishes up." I continued to look at myself closer in the mirror. The fat had burned off my face leaving it a pretty oval. I thought I looked very pretty, like a buff, busty Heather Locklear, but my husband didn't care. Why not? Three more months passed, it was a couple of days to my thirtieth birthday. My biceps now measured 15" and my chest was 50". Today was special for a couple of reasons. First I benched 275 lbs today. It was an incredible rush as I realized I was going to get the weight up. My strength had continued to increase, I guess I must be genetically lucky. I was also doing curls with 45's and squats with 450. The second was that tonight Glenn and I were going to a party at his boss' house. It was the first party I'd been to in months and I was ready to show off the new me. I'd bought a hot red dress that came just below the knee, it clung to my huge chest (I'd had to have it altered to fit) and showed as much cleavage as I dared. It was sleeveless and showed my powerful arms nicely. I did a double bicep pose, my arms had become much more cut, soon maybe I could enter a contest. Glenn would have to notice me now. He did, his look could have melted titanium. He smouldered all the way to the party. I had a pit in my stomach the whole time. I knew I was going to get it when we got back. We entered the party, you could have heard a pin drop as we walked through the room. What was wrong? Then I realized in horror that they were all looking at me. Glenn went to mingle while I stood in a corner hoping to die. All this work and everyone thought I was a freak, and for a moment I had actually convinced myself I was sexy. Jack, a casual acquaitance of Glenn's was the first to approach me. "Good God Laura what happened to you?" "What do you mean?" "You look fantastic." Really, "Really?" I stood up straighter. "Yes, you've been working out?" I nodded. "Wwwould you flex for me?" He almost stuttered. "Sure," I offered proudly. I crossed my right bicep in front of my chest. It was hard as a rock and big as a baseball, but cut so well it looked almost gnarled. He moved a hand near it, "Mmmay I?" It was then that I happened to glance down. He had a hard on tenting his pants. "Yyyess," I was feeling heady. His hand squeezed it for a long lingering moment. Drool was starting to form in his mouth. Just to make sure I flexed my pecs, my boobs pushed up and out, the sides starting to show over the top of the dress. His cock jumped, hard, he was wearing khaki and for a moment I was certain I saw dampness. I had turned him on, in fact I'd never seen anyone so turned on. I don't know what would have happened next but then other men started to come over. Jack released me and I relaxed my flex. For the next half hour a dozen men surrounded me. I gave a virtual bodybuilding clinic as they all tried to get close enough to talk to me. I flexed a few more times and allowed a few more feels as they glanced nervously over at there wives between drooling over me. I would swear everyone of those men had a hard on that would do a horse proud. But then it was time to turn back into a pumpkin as Glenn forced his way to my side and almost dragged me out. All the way home he yelled at me, "You stupid freak. What do you think you were doing showing yourself off like that? You've become a freak. You can't be a man, you're just a slutty little freak, and when we get home I'm gonna beat the freak right out of you." Maybe I was a freak, I thought silently, but everyone of those guys would have loved to fuck me. He pushed me into the house, this was going to be bad, the worse yet. Thank god Cindy was sleeping over at Dawn's. He slapped me hard on the face. I backed away into the living room. He grabbed me and shoved me into the wall. His face was so contorted I thought it would crack. He might kill me this time. He smacked me again, I'd turned though and he only grazed my chin. Maybe if I curl up into a ball he'll tire out before he hurts me too bad. Before I had a chance to act on that thought he hit me in the stomach and.... And nothing, I barely felt it. My stomach muscles had bounced his fist as if he'd hit a very firm mattress. He wound up and swung again. I barely noticed, lost in my thoughts. It was as if a veil had lifted over my mind and suddenly I could see. I didn't have to take this, I could stand up for myself. With a deep breath I put my hands to his shoulders and pushed him back. For a long moment he just looked at me, stunned, then a look of feral rage crossed his face and he charged. "How dare you! I'm gonna kill you for that." He pushed me back into the wall but now I was starting to find my courage, which had been missing for so long. I grabbed his arms and using the wall for leverage pushed him back. He struggled to bring his arms back to me but I continued to push them away. My husband is about 6' and 180 lbs, he's neither fat nor thin but he does little exercise. And as I pushed him back I began to realize that I was stronger. Using my powerful thighs I started pushing him back. He tried to break free but he couldn't, he tried to stop my advance but he couldn't. His feet slid along the carpet unable to find purchase, I'd pushed his hands to his chest and was holding them there. We were almost cheek to cheek when we reached the opposite wall. I hadn't really known what I was going to do next, but then he brought his knee up. I brought my thigh up quickly and easily brushed his aside, but that distraction allowed him to free his hand. He swung for my face but I blocked him with my arm. Now I was furious,, with my own free hand I swung back and punched him in the nose. I felt a satisfying squish as his nose broke, and then a thump as his head hit the drywall. Blood was running freely from his nose and he started to slump. If I hadn't been holding him with one hand he might have fallen. I looked into his face then and now I saw terror. No more rage, but tears were starting to swell in his eyes. The sight of my tormentor finally in my grasp awoke in me a cold fury that I never would have guessed I was capable of. I slapped him across the face once, then twice. "Please no more, please," he was crying now and barely able to speak. "You pathetic worm, you disgust me." I grabbed him by the arms at his biceps and lifted him until I held him at arms length above me. He was practically bawling now. Then I heard a splashing sound. I looked down. The bastard was pissing in his pants. I tossed him aside and he crashed to the floor 6' away. I was amazed at my own strength, I was so pumped with adrenalin I had easily pressed a 180 lb man. Through my own anger a feeling of exhiliration, almost joy was bursting. I turned to look at him on the floor. This was going to be fun. He was on his hands and knees slowly trying to crawl away. He was crying openly now and starting to make that hiccupping sound people make when there starting to hyperventilate. I walked over to him and straddled him, then I squeezed my legs together digging into his chest. He kept trying to crawl forward but my powerful legs held him in place easily. "Please don't hurt me any more, please." I smiled down at his teary and bloodied face then I rolled to the floor keeping him locked between my legs. On the floor I lay with my head supported on one hand and my dress cinched up around my waist. I wrapped my legs tightly around his chest, then I flexed my massive thighs. The huge muscles bulged out against his chest. "Stop, ow stop, aiaaa..." I squeezed harder still and the air was forced from his lungs. I was becoming drunk on my own power. I held his life between my legs. I squeezed a little harder and felt his ribs bow. I little more and they would shatter like pretzels. For one moment I was ready to crush him. Then I relaxed my thighs a little so he could breath. Revived, he desperately grabbed at my right thigh with both hands trying to free himself. I laughed and flexed the leg repeatedly, the muscle vibrated furiously. His hands were unable to gain a grasp on it. I grabbed both his hands in my free hand and wrenched his arms away hard. He screamed in pain as they were twisted painfully in the sockets. Still holding his hands, I flexed my bicep under his nose. It bulged upward, massive and powerful. In his eyes I saw both a look of terror, and of awe. "You wimp, my one arm is stronger than both yours together," I waved them around. "Please Laura, stop. I'm sorry I hit you, I'll never do it again," obviously. I tossed his hands aside and retightened my legs around his chest. He groaned in pain. "Say pretty please." "Pretty please." "Now say pretty please with sugar on top." He started to cry again, humiliated. I flexed my thighs again, "Pretty please with sugar on top." "And beg like a dog." Sobbing he started panting and holding his hands in front of his face, like a dog begging. I got up and stood over him. Then deciding I bent over and started ripping off his clothes. My powerful arms, shoulders and chest shredded his shirt, then pants, soon he was naked. He had a hard on. I roared in triumph, flicked it once, then lifted him up and carried him to a chair. I sat down and placed him dick down on my lap. With his dick trapped between my thighs I started to spank him. He struggled to rise but I easily kept him down by flexing my thigh muscle around his dick so tight he couldn't move off of me. In spite of the great pain he was in, I could feel his dick throbbing and his body shuddering in arousal. After the tenth swat I again flexed my thighs, he suddenly spasmed in my lap. I felt gouts of come spraying out from him all over my thighs and down to my calves. I pushed him off and he sprawled to the floor on his back. I stood over him and laughed, "So I'm just a freak huh? Well watch this." I went into a double bicep pose, then I expanded my chest and flared my lats. My dress straps split at the shoulders, then the dress started ripping down the front to my waist. With nothing to hold onto the dress slid off and down to my hips. I saw Glenn look at me in awe as my huge breasts pushed out against my bra, as it struggled to contain its load. Like a damn bursting it snapped along the front and straps and my massive tits sprang free, thrusting outward proudly. I heard a groan from Glenn. I looked down and saw he had another hard on. I ripped the rest of my clothes off, straddled him and lowered myself on to his dick. I had never been so aroused. I started bouncing up and down on his shaft. He reached a hand up to touch my breasts. I grabbed it and held it away. I'd decide when he could touch me. When I saw him groaning louder and realized he was about to come, I twisted his arm. He screamed and his erection softened slightly. I did this again and again. I had my first, second, and third orgasm in years. Finally I ended it by reaching back and squeezing his balls quick and hard. He shot like a cannon coming into me again and again as I enjoyed another orgasm. I got up and stood over him, "Things are going to be mighty different around here from now on hubby." end