A Tale of Two Body Builders
By Madcat
Katrina challenges her new husband.


Roger never felt better about his life as he stared at his young bride. She
looked resplendent in her bridal dress. They had met just 6 months ago and
fell immediately in love. He cherished Katrina more than anything in the
world.

They made something of an odd couple. Roger stood only 5-6 while his beautiful
bride was 5-8. He had the short, stocky build of an amateur body builder, she
possessed the tall, supple strength of a fitness instructor. His blonde hair
and blue eyes contrasted with her dark complexion. Yet both of them had a yen
for life, a penchant for exercise and a free spirit. That's what brought them
together.

The couple met at Roger's health club. He was the owner, operator, and trainer
for the club. She hired in as a fitness instructor. Roger asked her out the
same day. Katrina refused at first. Roger was 12 years her senior and the girl
initially found the idea of dating an older man repulsive. But she could not
deny her attraction to the buff little guy. Two weeks later Katrina accepted
his offer. They had much in common and quickly became inseparable. Three
months later he popped the question.

Now, as Roger walked down the aisle with his new bride in tow, he thought he
had the world by the balls. His club, thanks partly to Katrina, minted money.
The 35 year old man had just won his first body building competition and had a
chance to go to state. It simply didn't get any better than this.

Things changed dramatically two months later. Roger had done poorly at the
state competition and had his first big blow-up with his wife. It was late in
the evening and the two lovers were busy pumping iron. Katrina, moved by her
husband's passion for the sport, had jumped into weight lifting with both
feet. But her results had been somewhat disappointing.

"I'm never going to get good at this. I'll never be as strong as you are."
Katrina lamented as she struggled with 120 lb benches.

For Roger, it was a stupid complaint. He was a man, a bodybuilder, and no
woman would ever match him in the strength department. "Don't be silly
sweetheart. You are just a girl and they weren't meant to be as strong as men.
You are doing just fine." He lectured his wife while helping out with her
reps.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she replied, her hands tightening on the
barbell. Katrina had been raised on a steady diet of feminism by her mother,
who, by the way, regularly beat the crap out of her dad. She held firm views
on the notion of gender equality.

"Its just that women are genetically inferior to men." Roger blurted out. He
knew it was a mistake as soon as he said it.

"So I'm inferior to you? Is that what you mean?" The dusky brunette said,
replacing the barbell and standing up. She wore a dainty pair of shorts and a
sports bra covering her small but firm bosom.

"No, honey. That's not what I meant. What I meant was how come there is no
girl NFL or NBA players? Huh?" The man replied looking at her luscious brown
body. One that he would not be getting this night.

"Its because women tend to be smaller than men. But pound for pound women are
just as strong." Katrina said, repeating the feminist mantra that had been
pounded into her head.

"Bull."

"I didn't know I married a cheeky little male chauvinist. This is the 21st
century, Roger. Its time you got with it. I'm going to show you. I'm going to
teach you a lesson." The girl said, standing over her husband.

For the first time, Roger felt slightly intimidated by his wife's slight
height advantage. His short stature had always been a problem. It was the
biggest reason Roger had gotten into weight lifting in the first place. He
felt he had something to prove. "How so?"

"I'm going to workout on my own and get stronger than you. I'll make you admit
that men are the weaker sex." Katrina replied as she stormed out of the weight
room.

Roger had been wrong about one thing. He did get some that night. But it
seemed some how different, almost more of a wrestling match. The male
eventually pinned his lovely wife and nailed her to the bed. The primal fury
of the foreplay ratcheted up the intensity of the encounter to the point where
both participants scarcely recognized it. Yet, they both came away quite
satisfied.

The husband thought his new wife would come around but he was wrong again. She
quit his club and never came back. The gorgeous brunette refused to say where
she worked out. But it quickly became obvious that she was pumping a lot of
iron. Her body hardened as the months went by. Katrina gained weight, pure
muscle, and soon looked heavier than her buff husband.

He noticed it one night during their favorite nocturnal activity. Katrina had
taken the top spot and seemed incredibly solid. The muscles on her shoulders
and torso rippled with female power. While he was still better defined than
his lovely wife, she would now give him serious competition in any body
building contest.

"How much do you weigh now?" he asked, gazing up as the hard but shapely body.

"146" she replied proudly. Most women would not be proud of gaining weight.
But Katrina wasn't like most women. She had gained 21 lbs since leaving Roger
three months ago.

"No way. I'm only 144."

"You don't believe it, lets jump on the scales." Katrina replied. She
dismounted her husband and led him into the bathroom. The lights flicked on
and Roger got a good look at her new body. Much of her suppleness had
disappeared, replaced by dense slabs of muscle. Her arms and thighs were big
but her thighs and calves were huge. They made his look like match sticks.

She jumped on the scale and registered 147. He got on, still sporting a woody,
and hit 144.

"So I'm officially bigger than you. Soon I'll be stronger too. Just like I
promised." Katrina said, stepping towards her husband.

He backed away involuntarily but the bigger girl cornered him by the sink.
"Honey, this is competition is ridiculous. We are married."

"You can end right it now by admitting that men are the weaker sex." Katrina
said as she took hold of his thing with both hands.

"No. I can't. And you will never be stronger than me." Roger replied
defiantly. But it came out almost as a moan. He started to quiver and shake as
the girl worked his manhood.

"Give me three more months, Rog. Then you will see." She announced as he shot
his load. Then the girl disappeared back into the bedroom.

That night served as a wake up call to Roger. He had no intention of letting
his wife surpass him. And she seemed well on the way to doing so. Her
transformation to date had been incredible. Roger had to find where she was
going. So he called the hospital where she worked. Pretending to have a family
emergency, he got the name of the gym from a co-worker. The distraught husband
drove down that evening.

Roger entered the gym and spotted his wife with Wanda. It all made sense now.
Wanda was a champion female body builder who made her living as a personal
trainer. The black female was huge and just by herself gave lie to his women
are weaker theory. She spotted Roger when he entered and calmly walked over.

He glared at the woman's impossible body as Wanda approached. Her big dark
muscles radiated power. The woman stood about his height but had to be 25 lbs
heavier. They knew each other from local tournaments. Roger had always
considered women such as Wanda as products of bad technology. He assumed they
took steroids and other dangerous drugs. Now, Roger feared for his wife.

"What have you done to my wife? What is she taking?" he snarled. The man
looked over and noticed Katrina benching 180. That was his normal workout
weight.

Wanda chuckled. "Why do men always assume a strong woman is taking drugs?"

"Don't get smart with me." He replied, pointing his finger at the larger
woman. Everybody in the gym stopped pumping and took notice of the verbal
sparring.

"Katrina doesn't want you here. I don't want you here. The club owner
certainly doesn't want you here, so leave. Now!" Wanda barked.

"What? Are you going to throw me out?" he said, still pointing.

"If you make me."

Roger could feel the eyes of the gym upon him. He could not back down now.
Plus, the man suffered from the delusion of righteous fury. "I'm not leaving
until I talk to my wife." The man said as he tried to push past the massive
woman.

Wanda, one of the strongest women on the planet, pushed him with both hands.
It lifted little Roger off the ground and landed him on his butt 10 feet away.
Even Wanda was impressed.

The white male tried to scramble to his feet but the black female was quicker.
She grabbed the poor man by the hair and by the back of his shorts. Then, to
the loud applause of the gym, carried him bodily off the premises.

"And don't come back!" the woman warned as she tossed him on to the sidewalk.

His right brain wanted to go and smash the dark fiend but his left brain
advised caution. She was bigger and stronger than him, Roger admitted
reluctantly. The last thing he need was to get his ass kicked by a girl in
public. In the end, he swallowed his pride and drove home.

But his humiliation was far from over. His wife arrived back at the house
almost giddy with pleasure. "I see you had a little chat with Wanda." She
teased him.

"Shut up. Just shut up. If you want to take drugs, then that's up to you."
Roger said before storming up to the bedroom.

He was almost asleep when Katrina got done showering and came to bed. She was
nude. It was time for their nocturnal exercise. Despite the issues in their
marriage, the couple engaged in a deep and satisfying love life. They
performed their duties on a nightly basis. But when the lovely brunette
reached over for her man, he rebuffed her for the first time.

"No, not tonight." Roger said gruffly.

Katrina paused. A hurt look crossed her face. But in soon gave way to
something else. Fury rose up in side her. Roger was acting like a spoiled
brat. She would not let that hurt her marriage. The girl pulled back the
covers.

"What are you doing?" Roger said, turning on to his back.

She responded by yanking down his skimpy little underwear and mounting him. He
started to struggle but it was too late. Katrina, demonstrating her power for
the first time, pinned his arms beside his head.

"You know what I'm going to do. We have done it every night since we got
married. Now give to me." Katrina ordered as she tried to kiss him. Roger
refused at first. But the girl wouldn't stop and his resistance started to
crumble. Soon her tongue invaded his mouth. His arms went limp and his manhood
sought her warm embrace.

The encounter much resembled the wild one months ago. But it quickly even
surpassed that experience in raw intensity. The woman took control and kept it
for an eternity. When she finally allowed Roger to come, it seemed like a
godsend. Both fell asleep too tired to dwell on the changing nature of their
relationship.

But Roger had plenty of time to think on it the next day. News of his
embarrassing encounter with Wanda swept thru his club. In the macho world of
bodybuilding, it proved to be the kiss of death. His serious clients quit in
droves. Others laughed behind his back. It left Roger with little choice but
to train harder. He had something to prove again.

Sadly, the extra work had little impact on Roger's physique. He had been
lifting for years now and pretty much had reached his limits. The additional
training put him in contest shape. He had a great cut look, perhaps his best
ever. But he actually lost weight and wasn't able to lift any more.

Meanwhile, his beautiful bride continued to bulk up. Not at the rate she had
in the first three months but she looked a bit bigger every night. She even
seemed to grow a little taller. Roger assumed that was a side effect of growth
hormones. Of course, Katrina denied taking anything. But body builders always
did. Roger needed no further conformation. The proof was plain to see.

The date neared ever closer. Katrina even circled it on their calendar.
Exactly six months to the day that he called women inferior. Roger knew by now
that he was dead wrong in his original assumption. Any fool could see that his
wife was larger and probably stronger than he. But the stubborn man refused to
admit it. Yet, he lived in fear of the fast approaching hour of reckoning. For
nearly a weak, he barely slept or ate.

"Be home by six tonight, sweetheart. Its time for our little battle of the
sexes." Katrina teased that morning. She was getting changed and Roger took
the opportunity to scope out her powerful feminine body. The big brunette had
just thong panties and a bra on. Her legs looked like tree trunks, her butt
looked hewn out of solid rock, her abs rippled with hard bands of muscle and
her arms, he didn't even want to look at them.

"I may have to work late tonight, honey. I have clients ... "

"Cancel them. Tonight's our night." She said, walking over. "Or I'll have to
come down to the club and find you."

He felt a stirring in his loins at the girl's approach. Despite her muscles,
Roger found her ungodly attractive. She never lost her lady like figure or her
elegance. Even her B cup breasts seemed larger.

"OK,OK." He agreed looking down at the bulge in his bikini underwear.

Katrina saw it too and brazen took it with both hands. "Wear your posing
outfit. We will have our own little body building contest."

"Yes, OK." He moaned with his bikini around his ankles. Her hand worked him
and quickly ended the brief encounter.

Despite his angst, the day sped by. Six o'clock found him in the bedroom in a
little red posing outfit. His body bulged nicely with well defined muscles as
he flexed in front of the mirror. Yet, the last week had been hard on the man.
Roger knew intuitively that he had lost even more weight.

Katrina emerged from the bathroom looking like a muscle goddess. She wore a
black, one piece outfit designed to highlight her feminine charms. Roger gazed
in wonder as she did a double biceps pose.

"What do you think?" she asked as her muscles ballooned like softballs on her
brown arms.

"Very nice. Well, you proved me wrong. With a little hard work and a few
chemicals, I guess a woman can become a man." He regretted the words as soon
as he said them.

Her smile flipped over. "So you think I look like a man, huh? You know that's
BS. And I never took any drugs."

"Whatever."

"I have never lied to you, Roger. You just can't accept that I'm bigger and
stronger than you. Maybe you should start acting like a man." Katrina replied.
She sighed, somehow disappointed. "Lets go weigh in."

"Nah, this is stupid. You were right. I was wrong. Lets just leave it at
that." Roger said as he started to walk towards his dresser.

His wife grabbed him by the wrist and spun him around. "No way, bozo. I
trained hard for this day. You aren't walking out on me."

With that she pulled him into the bathroom. Roger tried to resist, but, in an
ominous sign of things to come, could not stop her. He wound up standing next
to his lovely wife in their white, sterile bathroom. For the first time, Roger
felt skinny and weak next to his hard-body wife.

"Get on the scales." The girl ordered.

He did as she commanded, somewhat alarmed that she had almost effortlessly
dragged him there in the first place. It read 136.

"Owe, not good." Katrina commented as she stepped on the scales. It bounced up
to 164. She had gained almost 40 lbs of pure muscle in the last six months.

The gorgeous brunette stepped off the scale and into his personal space.
Hovering just an inch away, she put her hands on her hips and looked down at
the smaller male. "I guess that proves who is bigger but lets go thru it step
by step."

Firmly in control now, Katrina led him out to her full length mirror and
produced a measuring tape. They compared biceps, chest, thighs and calves. Not
surprisingly, Roger lost, lost, lost and lost. Her thighs measured a full ten
inches larger. They really weren't in the same class. He hung his head in
shame.

"Now for the strength competitions." Katrina said, putting her arm around her
crest fallen husband. In her glee, the woman failed to notice the horrible
impact this had on her man. He worked his entire life to have a superior body
and to over come his other shortcomings. His wife, a mere girl, had bested him
in just six months time. And somehow Roger understood that the worst was yet
to come.

"What - What's next?" he asked nervously. His skimpy little red outfit made
him feel almost naked next to his wife in her black one piece.

And her hungry gaze just added to the building sexual tension in the room. The
girl smiled mischievously. "Arm wrestling." She said pointing to a chair.

Roger took his seat quickly as he felt a familiar stirring in his loins. The
little red bikini he wore wouldn't hide anything and he didn't want his wife
to see it. Katrina misread his haste as fighting spirit. She jumped in her
chair and stuck her arm out proudly.

"So, you think you can take me, huh?" the muscle girl asked, her good spirits
returning. She wanted nothing more than a fun little contest with her husband.

"Well, er, I don't know." Roger lied as he took her hand reluctantly. The man
did know. He knew the girl would crush him. It was only a matter of how bad.
Katrina probably could have beat him that night 3 months ago when she
literally raped him. Now, it was a foregone conclusion.

"Ready-set-go!" Katrina said. Her husband got a great jump and attacked with
all of his considerable strength. He was a man who could bench press nearly
twice his weight. Yet, her hand barely budged. Roger kept up the pressure
hoping for a miracle or at least a chance to make the battle respectable.

"Is that all you got, tough guy?" the naughty nurse asked. She was enjoying
this immensely.

He glanced over at his wife to find her preening her long black hair. Only her
bulging right bicep showed that she put any effort in to the contest at all.
Roger roared in defiance as his male strength started to fail. But it made no
impact. He watched in horror as his hand started its inevitable descent.

Roger never gave up. He battled the awesome female all the way down and ended
up on his butt because of it. After knocking him out of his chair, Katrina
stood and planted a foot on his chest in victory.

"I win again. It looks like women are stronger than men." She teased, her
breasts stuck out triumphantly.

"OK, I get it. Are we done here yet?" the male asked. His gaze lingered on her
magnificent body.

"Nope, one more event. The ultimate physical contest: wrestling." The
beautiful brunette said, helping her man to stand. She smiled when she saw the
male bulge in his red bikini.

The little blonde man blushed when he noticed the object of her pleasure. His
first thought was to refuse this suicidal event. His wife, even outside of
bodybuilding, was an accomplished athlete. She excelled in soccer, basketball
and softball. He had little doubts about what the girl could do to him with
her new found muscles. But wrestling was his sport. Roger had lettered 3 times
in high school on the mats and even bested much larger male opponents. Sure,
it was a long time ago. But he thought he could take her despite the girl's
physical superiority.

Roger smiled and tried not to think about his throbbing manhood. Katrina was
right about the wrestling. It was the ultimate contest. If he could defeat her
here, then her earlier victories would be almost meaningless. The man lined up
on the opposite side of the room and said, "Lets go."

Katrina needed no further encouragement. Filled with confidence over the easy
arm wrestling win, she stalked her male prey. His weakness surprised her. She
expected a much closer contest. In all honesty, the girl only half believed
her feminist rhetoric. Men did, in general, appear to be the stronger sex.
Perhaps that was simply due to the fact that women seldom challenged them. The
sultry brunette truly wanted to change that.

When he cut her down like yesterday's corn, she was stunned. Roger came in low
and slammed the girl down on her back. The sheer violence of the assault took
the fight out of her. Roger easily clambered on top and pinned the girl in
less than ten seconds.

"I got you sweetheart." The blond man said proudly. "I guess women still can't
compete with men in real sports."

His laughter stung Katrina to the core. Tonight was supposed to be her night.
The night where she taught her Neanderthal husband to respect women as equals.
Yet, Roger got the last laugh. It just wasn't fair. She could feel the fury
rising up from her gut.

Roger sensed it too. Her brown eyes hardened and her already potent muscles
swelled with inhuman power. "Hey, relax dear." Roger replied, suddenly
alarmed.

She grunted in reply and tossed the old man aside. Despite his superior
position he could not keep her down. The brunette twisted and got to her hands
and knees with Roger draped over her back.

"Hey, its over. I won!" the man exclaimed as he fought desperately to keep his
wife on the bottom.

But his protests fell on deaf ears. For Katrina, this would not be over until
Roger submitted to her. She continued to power out of his hold. First, the
muscle girl got to one knee. Then, she started to stand.

Poor Roger got increasingly desperate as he found himself powerless to stop
her relentless escape. Both combatants glistened with sweat and the male
struggled just to hang on to his lovely wife. The girl switched gears quickly.
She grabbed hold of his short blonde hair and then pitched forward. Roger,
caught off balance, flew over his wife's head and crashed to the floor.

Now, it was Roger's turn to get trapped under his lovely wife. She leapt on
him as he tried to stand, driving the weaker male face down on the carpet. His
strength faded from over exertion and his thick, manly muscles felt like dead
weight. Roger wisely lay still and tried to catch his breath.

Katrina attacked relentlessly, eager for a female victory. Somehow the battle
had changed for the young woman. It was no longer just a fun little contest.
This was a crucial battle in the war for female independence. She wanted to
show her husband that women were not only equal but also superior to men. The
muscle girl sat on his rump and slid her legs under his arms. Then she grabbed
his chin and yanked it back. Roger screamed in pain.

He was done but had no way to communicate his submission to his wife as she
held his mouth firmly shut. For a fleeting instant, Roger worried that the
incredibly strong girl would snap his back like a twig. But all he could do
was flail about in agony.

Gripped by a female bloodlust, Katrina had little understanding of the pain
she caused her husband. But the girl quickly bored of the back breaking hold.
She released Roger and he flopped forward whimpering unintelligibly.
Remembering his humiliation at Wanda' hands, the muscle girl picked up her
husband using his hair and little red bikini. The nylon fabric stretched
precariously. All Roger could do was howl in protest as his wife twisted him
around and carried him towards the bed.

But Katrina just wasn't satisfied by this display of female power. Roger's
puny male body felt light so she tried to lift him with just her right hand.
His bikini gave way before the girl got a chance to test herself. The man
flopped naked to the floor.

"You won't be needing these anymore." Katrina said, tossing the ripped red
posing outfit in a nearby trash can. "Two points."

Roger had enough. He got to his feet, his legs shaking. "Get out! Get the f---
out. I never want to see you again." The man cried pointing to the door.

"This is my house too, Rog. I'm not leaving. Of course, you could kick me out
if you are man enough." She challenged him.

He foolishly took the bait and tried to push the girl back out the door. But
he might as well have tried to move a granite statue. Katrina took his arms
and bent them back, forcing him down on the bed. Then she straddled his nude
body. Roger fought back desperately but the girl was just too big and too
strong.

"Give up, Roger. Submit to me." She said in a calm, cool and confident voice.
Katrina had won. They both knew it.

The man's resistance ceased. His throbbing cock, trapped under her sex,
demanded immediate surrender. "OK, you win. Just let me go." He whimpered.

"Who is the inferior sex?"

"Men are." Roger replied.

"And don't you forget it. Now, if you want me to leave, I will in the morning.
But tonight, I want you to be a good boy and do as you are told. Understand?"

He nodded carefully. Most of his tears had given way to waves of shameful
pleasure.

To his immediate relief, Katrina dismounted and went to her dresser. She
pulled out a pretty little pair of white lace panties. "Put these on." The
girl said, tossing them on his chest.

Roger jumped out bed as if he just saw a rattle snake. He left them lying on
the bed. "No way. I ain't doin' it."

She grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back. "You have two options.
Either you put them on or I make you put them on. Which do you want?"

Shaking with frustration and fear, Roger glanced at his wife and back to the
panties. She could and would make him. He knew that. But capitulation seemed
like too much. The man looked up at the muscular female. Her body twitched
ominously and her eyes told the rest of the story. She wanted him to resist.

His hand reached for the panties and he slid in to them. The white triangle
simply could not cover the fullness between his legs. He looked foolish but
could not help feeling a little sexy at the same time.

Katrina had much the same thoughts she looked him over. "Not bad, old boy.
Tonight, we are going to teach you what its like to be a woman." The brunette
said, slipping out of her black one piece.

"We," what the hell did she mean by that, Roger asked himself. But he scarcely
had time to ponder the implications of her off hand remark.

"Get on your knees, bitch, and eat me." Katrina ordered. She took him by the
head and made sure he complied.

Roger had never done anything like this before. He always considered it dirty
(it was OK if the girl did it). But now the buff little man had little choice
and willingly knelt before his wife. He kissed her gently. Using both hands on
his head, Katrina forced him to go all the way. She stood tall and proud by
the bed as her panty clad husband paid homage to her.

The girl eventually lay on her back while her husband continued his duties. He
found them highly stimulating in their own right. She looked gorgeous in the
throes of ecstasy as gazed up at her from between her legs.

Eventually, the doorbell interrupted their little love feast. Katrina picked
her head up at looked at her blonde husband. Only his eyes were visible over
top the black bush. "Could you go get that, honey?"

Roger nodded and stood up, his face glistening with her juices. He started to
walk to his dresser.

"Where are you going? The door's that way." She asked with a mischievous grin.

"Ah, I was going to get ... " the man started, but quickly realized the trap.
She wanted him to answer the door in the panties.

"Nope," Katrina said. "Lets go."

She took him by the arm and led him down stairs. Standing off to the side she
ordered, "open it."

He almost refused but the protest died in his throat. Refusing orders would
just be an excuse for more punishment. Hiding his shame as best as possible,
he opened the door. It was Wanda.

"Hello Roger, how are you? I hope I'm not late." She said smiling. The black
girl wore a little green mini-skirt that looked ready to bust at the seams.

"Ah, good."

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Wanda asked innocently.

Reluctantly he did so, not quite understanding his new emotions. The girl
breezed in and raised an eyebrow at his curious state. Roger stood before her
in sexy little panties, his hardened man flesh on full display.

"I guess the party is just getting started." Wanda said, her mind racing with
wicked possibilities.