My first real foray into male shrinking, combined with some female growth, for my favorite themes of power transfer and role reversal.
Balance Of Nature
By Nomdreserv
"Why bother? I mean, you’re just a woman. It’s not like you’re going to get really strong."
David regretted the words to his wife the moment he spoke them. Perhaps they had been sparked by the frustration of needing to make it through two more days before their vacation. Perhaps it was the fact that they’d had to cancel their planned trip, and Barb had decided they could use the time for some home improvements. More likely, it was his frustration at the time she spent working out with her weights and exercise equipment – frustration from the guilt he felt about his own lack of dedication, but also from her decreased free time.
Barb paused, still holding the free weights she had been using for alternating arm curls, and glared.
"And just what is that supposed to mean?"
"What?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"Just a woman," she mimicked icily.
"Oh, well," he fumbled, but decided to force it through. "Nothing, really. You know. It’s just, well, you huff and puff at those weights, but you’re never going to get much results. Men and women are just different that way. I mean, we’re bigger and stronger. And we buff up a lot faster. It just makes more sense for us to work out with weights."
"Like you ever do," she snapped.
Stung, David became more contentious.
"Don’t need to," he smiled superiorly. He walked over and pulled the weights from her hands, despite her brief struggle to hold on. He then hefted them easily. "See?"
"That doesn’t prove anything," she insisted, hands on her hips. She was still slightly out of breath from her own workout, her exercise leotard slightly damp.
He tossed the weight into the air and caught it.
"What are these, 20 pounds?" He checked the colored weights and added them up. "That’s what I thought. These are nothing , baby."
She looked frustrated. "I could lift more if I wanted."
"Yeah," he snorted. "25 maybe. And what can you press? A 100? And that’s after 3 months of this stuff. Hey, you want a challenge?" He leaned down and added weight to the large bar. "We’ll start with 150, then add 20 each round. Clean and jerk. Loser has to do all the cleaning and house stuff for a month." He hated housework, and Barb had to constantly nag him to get him to help.
She glared. "Yeah, right. You’ve got the jerk part down cold."
He patted her head, looking down into her angry eyes.
"Just trying to make things interesting for you. Hey, if I could give you an edge, you know I would."
Her eyes suddenly started. She looked at him with an entirely new glint that made him actually pause in his teasing.
"You would? Really?"
"Yeah, sure," he promised casually, knowing it didn’t matter.
"All right, you’re on." She shocked him by nodding. "Just give me a couple of days to get ready, OK?"
He laughed at the idea of her training being able to make any difference. "No problem. Two days. Maybe we can make a few more deals to keep things interesting." He had visions of Barb serving him in a skimpy French maid costume during the vacation. He had actually bought one once at an "adult" store, but she had refused to wear it more than once.
As though reading his mind, she laughed. "Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, Superman. You haven’t won yet. And I think I can promise it will be very interesting. Now, if you’ll excuse me, one of us wants to keep in shape."
"Whatever," he grinned, glad things had ended so well. "I’ll be watching TV." He smirked. "That’s all the training I need."
If David expected any residual bad feelings from the altercation, his fears were put to rest when Barb joined him in the bedroom. She had brought two beers, and had even opened his for him already. She stripped off her sweaty clothes, not bothering to put anything else on. While he watched SportsCenter and drank his beer, she rubbed his back.
"Mmm," she purred. "I just love your broad, strong back."
He chuckled. She was still into this size and strength stuff. He knew it was a real turn on for her, and almost regretted that he’d let himself go so much the last couple of years. At least he still had his natural size and muscle advantage, despite her workouts, not to mention the 4 inches extra height.
"All natural, babe. Just the advantage of being a guy."
"Mm-hmm," she answered. "You’re SO lucky. I’d just love to be as big and strong as you."
David frowned. He sure hoped that wasn’t the way she was planning to take her training. He decided to treat the idea as a joke.
"Sure, babe. In your dreams."
"Maybe," she replied with a laugh.
Whether it was her rubdown or the beer, David suddenly developed an extreme arousal. His 7 inch cock sprang to attention, tenting his shorts. Barb laughed again.
"Looks like part of you wants a workout," she cooed, moving her hands to stroke it.
The TV was forgotten, as David practically tore his clothes off to join her. She seemed unusually passionate herself – maybe these workouts of hers weren’t so bad after all – practically begging him to cum, and immediately sucking him back for another session. Two things stood out in his mind as she rode him to his second orgasm – her excitement and enthusiasm, and her incredible energy after their first session. He, in contrast, felt completely spent afterwards, and almost immediately fell into an exhausted sleep.
His surprise was doubled the next morning when Barb woke him with a blow job. This was almost unheard of, despite their sexual frequency, but he wasn’t going to complain. She winked saucily at him as she slurped hungrily on his member, even seeming able to suck the entire length in without gagging, which was usually impossible for her. This deep throat technique soon had him cumming yet again, and he was amazed at the force and volume of his ejaculation given the two sessions last night.
Even more amazing, Barb swallowed the cum! In fact, she looked downright ecstatic as she licked her lips.
"Mmm," she declared. "Makes me all tingly."
"Me too," he admitted, happily, settling lazily back into bed. In fact, mixed with his glow at the method of her wake-up call was a surprise at how tired he suddenly felt again. He should have been refreshed after the long sleep, but actually had to struggle to force himself out of bed and start getting ready.
Barb was already half dressed by the time he finished his shower. He’d had to adjust the showerhead, mentally blaming her for moving it, but not noticing that he’d had to adjust it down. He did notice her tugging a bit at her skirt to button it.
"Thought your training was supposed to help you lose weight," he teased, unable to resist revisiting last night’s argument.
To his surprise, she didn’t seem angry. Instead, she just smiled.
"Not if you’re adding muscle, dear," she shot back. "But you wouldn’t know about that I suppose."
He was going to fire back another retort, but paused when he looked more closely. Barb still hadn’t put her shirt on, and he could swear her shoulders were a bit wider. Her chest and back looked stronger too, and the bra straps were stretched. Looking down, he saw that the now tight skirt emphasized a prominent but very firm ass, and since the skirt stopped just above her knees, he could clearly see the swell of her toned calves and thighs. Damn, she was looking good. And buff. Even her upper arms had a hint of developed muscles.
He reflexively looked at his own reflection and winced. His inactivity had caught up with him more than he’d noticed. His biceps were definitely less prominent. Though still respectable, they were at best average now, and he’d lost that nice edge he’d kept since college. His legs, too, looked thinner and a bit softer. He unconsciously tensed and flexed his muscles, pretending that their almost relaxed look was from the way he was standing. Even his chest looked less impressive – almost…smaller when he came to stand next to Barb. At least he hadn’t developed a gut.
In fact, he was surprised when he pulled his underwear and pants on to find that they seemed a bit loose. The pants sagged, and he had to tighten the belt an extra notch to keep them up properly. Despite this, they must have been sitting wrong on his waist, because the cuffs dragged over his feet. Determined to make the best of it, he actually bragged to Barb as he tugged at the loose waist.
"Of course, some of us can lose weight without all that exercising stuff."
Her eyes sparkled as she kissed him. "You amazing man, you. Hope you’re not planning to lose weight in a certain place." She cupped his loose crotch, suddenly making it less loose.
"No way," he proclaimed proudly. "Not as long as you keep me properly exercised."
This drew another laugh. "Exactly what I had planned."
He was reassured and feeling good again, when something else caught his eye. Barb looked taller for some reason – almost his height. And she hadn’t had to lean up to kiss him. He turned to stare at her.
"Hey, how the hell…I mean…" He looked her up and down, then turned back to the mirror in fear. "You’re taller!"
She paused, then burst out laughing.
"I’m in heels, silly. You don’t even have shoes on. What did you expect?"
He laughed weakly himself, relieved at the explanation. Still, it was odd. Those didn’t look like 3 inch heels.
He finished dressing himself, tugging at his sleeves to make them sit properly. They must have been stretched in the wash or something. He slipped his shoes on – very easily – then went out to breakfast. Barb was already heading out the door.
"See you tonight," she called.
"Sure." He wasn’t very hungry, so just grabbed some coffee and left himself. He fidgeted with his car seat and mirror, which didn’t feel quite right. All the way to work, he flexed his biceps, trying to convince himself that it still felt as firm and large as it had, or at least hoping the exercise would magically bring it back.
Work was the usual drudgery. The office secretary commented that he looked tired, confirming his fears of being out of shape, and it sure didn’t help when his friend, Jack, came by to see how their project was coming.
"Tired, huh? Yeah, you probably are out of shape. When’s the last time you hit the gym? I keep trying to…hey, I know. What do you say we skip lunch and play racquetball? My club is just a couple of blocks away. Then we can go back after work and get you started on some weights again. Barb will never know."
David looked hopeful. Sure, a week or two and he’d be back in shape. Barb would never notice. Or if she did, he could really show off how quickly a man responded to weightlifting.
The plan seemed less appealing in practice. Everything went bad. Jack humiliated him in racquetball. David’s serves were weak, but his returns were worse – when he could get to them. Many shots were just blown by him. Even his rented clothes were wrong. They were ostensibly his size, but were too loose and baggy. He silently blamed them for his bad game. They showered afterwards in silence. Then, David caught Jack looking at him curiously, his gaze clearly including everything.
"What?" he demanded.
Jack shook his head in embarrassment, ashamed at being caught looking at another man in the shower. "Nothing. Say, how tall are you again?"
"Six feet. Why?"
"Nothing," Jack repeated, knowing it was wrong since he was six feet himself, and he had at least a couple of inches on David. Weird he hadn’t noticed that discrepancy before. He also silently smiled at the way some guys inflated their measurements. (And not just for height.)
Things were worse after work.
"Ooof!" David grunted, struggling with the bar. "Check it again. You must have added too much."
Jack sighed and looked again.
"200 pounds. Look for yourself."
David’s arms quivered with the strain, but he had to give up.
"Damn. I can’t believe I’ve lost this much."
"Why not? Don’t use it, you lose it," Jack shrugged, resetting the machine, and marveling at just how much smaller David’s upper arms did look. They had worked out together occasionally early on, and the difference was striking. "What do you want me to set it for?"
David gulped. He had to at least make…
"150."
Jack did, and David was relieved to find that he could still manage several reps at that weights, though with considerable straining. He cut the workout short because of his frustration, but regretted it when he got home. He found Barb working out enthusiastically. Her leotard seemed to be stretched even more tightly than usual, though the strained fabric and extra-high hips made her quite a sexy sight. She was doing her jazzercise dance while curling the hand weights.
"You’re late," she called in question. "Did you get dinner?"
"Yeah," he lied. "Had some work to finish with Jack," he mumbled. He stared at how high her steps were and at how easily she swung the weights.
And then, he noticed.
They were 30 pound weights.
He watched in shock as she completed her routine. She wiped her brow, but didn’t seem nearly as out of breath as yesterday.
"Wanna try?" she offered. "Help you get ready for the contest tomorrow."
"No thanks," he quailed, remembering the contest. He furtively glanced at her barbell and was relieved to see that it was still only 100 pounds.
Or had it been 80 yesterday? The thought gave him a moment of panic before he remembered he was still well above that. Barb walked over and gave him a quick kiss in greeting.
"Well," she growled. "If you’re not hungry, and don’t want to work out here, maybe there’s another exercise you’d like?"
At her words, his dick sprang to life, and he was as hot and horny as the last night. He didn’t bother to wonder where the sudden sexual energy came from as he followed her to the bedroom, or even at the way she’d kissed him so easily just now.
After all, they made sneakers with heels, right?
Afterwards, he briefly fell to sleep, once more feeling a wave of exhaustion that followed the more powerful orgasms he’d experienced the last day. He felt the bed shift as Barb got up, then dreamily opened his eyes to see her after she finished a shower.
"I’ve got to touch base with Jessica about that research we’ve been doing," she said, coming over to kiss him. Her friend lived in another apartment downstairs. Jessica was not only a partner at the biogenetics company Barb worked at, but a self-proclaimed "witch" who had very pronounced opinions about the relative position of women in the world which never failed to rankle David. He grimaced.
"Hey," Barb remonstrated. "You’re going to be amazed at her latest breakthrough." She looked him over appraisingly. "She is going to change the world this time."
"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled. "But will it sell?"
Barb considered, flexing her arms curiously. David winced at the sight of the noticeable biceps bulge that resulted. Damn, where had that come from?
"I think so," she decided. "Rest up, dear. You look tired."
He watched lazily as she struggled into her jeans, tugging futilely at the waist, even as the bottoms pulled above her ankles. When she gave up, she saw him watching and shrugged.
"Must have shrunk."
She pulled out a pair of baggy khakis. Well, they had been baggy. They fit more snugly now, outlining the curves of her firm legs and ass. When she pulled on a shirt, the bottom immediately lifted from the waist, leaving an inch of bare – and very taut – midriff exposed. Her arms also looked tight in the sleeves. She blew him another kiss as she left.
David felt so tired, he considered taking her advice, but the visions of her increased size and muscularity haunted him. He needed to push himself if he was going to show her up properly, so he forced himself from bed – not noticing when he dropped the last inch to the floor – and reluctantly went to get some clothes. As if to reinforce his condition, even his own shorts and sweatshirt felt baggy on him, but he put the nagging fear they engendered aside and walked down to Barb’s exercise room. The 30 pound weights felt awfully heavy as he started imitating her workout, but he consoled himself with the knowledge that he was just used to her 20 pounders, and was also tired from their lovemaking. He soon felt a welcome burn as he started into a full workout. Even the realization that he was getting a burn from the same weights that Barb used didn’t bother him as much as it should. He pushed himself, really sweating and panting as he tried to copy her routine, consoling himself when he added another set of weights to the barbell before doing his reps.
Unfortunately, 150 seemed a little too much at this point, but he figured he was tired from the workout before, so he settled on 120 as more than adequate. Even that seemed a bit of a challenge, and so he was huffing and puffing when he suddenly saw Barb smiling at him from the door.
"Decided to get in a little tune-up after all?" she joked.
He dropped the barbell, intending to make it look easy, and wincing as it fell accusingly the last 6 inches from his strained grasp.
"Um…not really. I just, um, you know…"
She laughed and walked towards him with an exaggerated swing to her hips. He almost stepped back when she drew close – she just seemed somehow…imposing: cool, confident, and dressed in her tight clothes while he panted in his baggy workout gear. It didn’t help that she seemed to be just as tall as he was in her heels, and he wondered why she’d suddenly switched to such tall shoes. In a flash of inspiration, he realized it was probably to play into her own fantasies about size, and maybe psych him out at the same time. He decided he’d have to wear his own shoes until she got over it. For now, he just looked evenly into her eyes and tried to look as confident as she felt.
To his surprise, she suddenly dropped to her knees and pulled at his loose shorts. Before he knew it, his cock was free and – remarkably – immediately jumped to attention, just as it had the last couple of days. She immediately engulfed it in her warm mouth, making him gasp.
"Mmm," she said around it, before briefly letting it slide out with a slurping sound. "You look so powerful and masculine working out like this. It just makes me weak at the knees."
To be honest, David was the one who felt a momentary weakness at her attention, but his accessory brain had already kicked in, and he ignored the feeling to concentrate on the unexpected blow job. Barb paused occasionally to ask questions.
"Mmm. Did you feel the burn, baby? Are those big, strong muscles all primed for me? Mmm. And your big cock. Mmm. So big."
Strangely, despite her comments, David couldn’t help noticing that she was able to handle his member without any great difficulty despite his almost painful hardness. Even more surprising, he felt himself begin to come again in very little time, once more producing a large load of cum as though by magic. Barb licked her lips greedily and stood up, even as David seemed to collapse from the power of his orgasm. As she stood, there was a tearing sound from her pants. She looked around in embarrassment.
"Oops. Better wear my play clothes next time," she winked. "Now, isn’t this a great way to work out together?"
David simply smiled goofily and sat on the mat. Yeah, he could get into this.
When Barb left to change clothes, he thought he’d better try to finish his reps despite the overpowering weakness he felt. He pulled up his shorts, then did it again when they started to slip. He picked up the barbell and gasped at how heavy it felt. He knew that muscles relaxed after sex, but had never realized just how much that mattered. He grunted, strained and twisted, finally managing to get the weights to chest level, but when he tried to press them, his arms seemed to turn to rubber and he dropped them with a resounding clang. Stupid weights. Oh well, he’d had a good workout, and there was no way she could train enough in one day to make up the difference between them.
He was so satisfied with himself that he didn’t even notice Barb smiling from the doorway.
Barb left the next morning before he could get up. His body, that was. She’d managed to daze him with yet another of her new, super-powerful blow jobs before he even knew what was happening. When she waved goodbye, he noticed that her skirt today came several inches above her knees and seemed even tighter. The shine of her hose also really highlighted how powerful her legs were looking these days. David looked under the sheet at his own legs with considerable discomfort. They were positively scrawny looking .He knew that lower body strength was pretty close between men and women anyway. Was it possible she was even stronger than him there now?
A very disquieting thought, and one that distracted him as he got dressed. He absentmindedly drew his belt in another notch, leaving his pants almost ballooning around his waist, and the cuffs still dragging his shoes. He noticed his shirt collar was loose, and the sleeves half covered his hands, and figured Barb must have picked out the wrong size the last time she shopped. Since he was already running late, he let it go. When his shoes slipped a bit, he cursed the thinner dress socks he wore. In the car, he adjusted the seat forward and tilted the mirror down, apparently bumped when he got out the last time. There was something else odd and uncomfortable about the drive in, though he didn’t realize it was from his altered perspective and unconscious attempts to sit up higher to correct it.
At work, the secretary looked at him oddly. David ignored her stare and walked to get some coffee, almost bumping into Donna, another coworker. She jumped back in surprise.
"Oh, sorry, I …" A doubletake. "David?"
He smiled apologetically. "Oops. Almost an accident." The smile faded. Donna looked odd. Not to mention the fact that she was looking him evenly in the eyes. He glanced down and was reassured to see heels. Maybe tall heels were just the fad now.
Donna was still looking him up and down, especially at the way his oversized clothes made him look...smaller. Damn. He looked almost short.
David walked on before she could make sense of it, drawing a few more second glances. When he sat in his chair, he was surprised to find that the desk and computer looked higher. He got up and adjusted the seat, figuring someone had been using his desk unawares, then pulled back his sleeves and went to work.
Jack appeared some time later.
"Davey, my man! How are…you…" He trailed off at the site of David perched in his high seat, his baggy clothes settled loosely around him. There was actually a small gap around his dress shirt’s collar, and the sleeves had crept back down over his hands.
"Hey, Jack," David answered, clearing his throat at the higher pitch his voice had inadvertently slipped into. "I think I’m finished."
"Great, great," Jack mumbled, still staring at him. "So, are you feeling all right?" Jack was having great difficulty in trying to reconcile what his eyes told him, since it was clearly impossible. Maybe it was a side effect of some flu or dehydration or something.
"Sure," David answered, then paused. "Well, a little tired. Barb’s been giving me a pretty good workout the last couple of days, if you know what I mean."
"Um, yeah. Great. Yeah. Um, about that racquetball rematch? Maybe we’d better call it off, huh?" Whatever it was, it might be catching.
"Sure," David agreed. "I think I’m pretty well primed anyway."
"Yeah, right. Good. Well, I’d better be going." He had already eased out the door when he popped back in, his arm actually making a half-hearted attempt to shield his nose and mouth. "Hey, since you’re starting vacation anyway, why don’t you cut out early? We…I mean, you don’t want to catch something and ruin your vacation."
"You sure?" David brightened. "I don’t want to leave you short."
Panic.
"Yikes! What do…? Oh, right. Absolutely. No problem. We’ll cover."
"Great." David walked jauntily out a few minutes later, nodding happily at the people he met in the building. There sure were a lot of tall people around today. Even the women seemed statuesque, with a few (well, more than a few) taller than him – something that hardly ever happened. Apparently, this heel fad had taken a wider hold than he thought.
He got home to have his bubble briefly burst. Barb was home, but more to the point, Jessica sat at the kitchen table with her. They both stared as he came in.
"David!" Barb called. "You’re home early."
He saw Jessica move quickly to hide several bottles of colored liquid. He grimaced to think she was pushing her "potions" again.
"You too," he answered. "Both of you." His tone chilled the room.
Jessica smirked. "We finished early. My new project got an early test and seems to be working perfectly. We were just celebrating."
"Yeah," he said noncommittally. "Congratulations. Well, I’ll just go change."
Jessica was staring openly at him, and her gaze swept his body and clothes several times. She broke into a huge smile.
"Fantastic. This is going to be big, Barb." A giggle as she looked at him again. "Really big." Outright laughter now that made him clench his teeth. Was she aware of his recent doubts regarding his fitness? When she saw his face, she stood up. "Oh, don’t worry. I’m leaving." She paused to appraise him from a standing position and smirked again. She then turned to Barb and mimed silently "Really big!" one more time before grabbing her bag and walking out. As always, she wore her sensible flats, but David was too tense to notice the way her eyes kept level with his as she walked past. Unexpectedly, she squeezed his arm. "Ooh, soft," she cooed before laughing and darting out the door before he could react.
He blushed and fumed at Barb. "What the hell…?"
"Shh," Barb smiled in reassurance. "She’s just teasing you. I told her about our bet."
"Oh, yeah," he sat down. That prospect filled him with considerably less pleasure and anticipation than it had. "You know, I wasn’t really serious when I …"
"Nonsense," she replied. "A bet’s a bet. You wanna do it now? We’ll get an early start for our week off, and I really don’t feel like cooking tonight anyway."
"Cooking?" he asked. "I thought…"
"All the household stuff. I think that includes cooking and cleaning, don’t you? Of course, if you just want to admit you can’t do it, we can call it off. I guess."
He almost jumped at the chance, then scolded himself, especially at the note of condescension that had crept into her voice.
"No way. Better put on your maid’s outfit, woman. You’re going to be busy."
"Ooh, you’re so forceful," she cooed laughingly, running her hands over his chest and back. Was it his imagination, or did the trip seem to take less time today? "Let me change."
David tried to psych himself up as they both put on casual clothes. After all, he was still a man, and he had clearly outclassed her a couple of nights ago. All the training in the world couldn’t change that, no matter how she’d changed her routine, or what psychological tricks she used. She was using them again, picking a pair of shorts that seemed to bulge around her toned leg muscles, and a shirt that was at least two sizes too small, enhancing her upper arm muscles and tight abs. It also enhanced her breasts, which strangely seemed larger as well – an unexpected side effect of her training, he guessed, or maybe just because they were closer to his eye level as he bent over to pull on his shorts.
Though, oddly, they still seemed closer than normal after standing. He would have looked more closely, except that his shorts started to slip off when he let them go.
"Hey," he complained. "What have you been using in the laundry? It’s stretched the hell out of this waistband."
She looked concerned, but then smirked.
"You’ll find out, since you’ll be doing the laundry for the next month."
"Ha, ha. By the way, have you seen that old French maid costume I bought?" He hoped to make her as nervous as she was trying with him. Let her think of the consequences for as minute. "I thought we might make a side bet."
She surprised him by reacting without a blink. "Why, yes, as a matter of fact, I was just thinking of that myself. And any side bet is more than welcome."
Now he was the one disconcerted. "Look, Barb, fun’s fun, but you don’t really mean to do this, do you?"
She was already walking to the exercise room in answer. He sighed, pulled his shorts up again, and followed her. Oh well, she was asking for it.
For some reason, she had sat down cross-legged on the floor to wait for him. Her muscled legs were shown to incredible advantage as her short-shorts rode up to near bikini level, as tight as a second skin. He glanced uncertainly at the biceps obvious beneath her tight shirt. Were they really bigger than yesterday? And she wasn’t even flexing this time. Could Jessica have come up with some kind of steroid-muscle enhancing drug? That might explain a lot. Still, a woman’s arm muscles were inherently less efficient, and she’d only had a couple of day’s worth, so he should still have an edge. If he could impress her enough with his first lift, she might be intimidated enough to call it off yet. He still told himself that he was just trying to be fair. There was still no way she could actually win.
"You first," she announced. "I think you said 150 pounds to start?"
"Start and finish," he smirked. "I don’t want you to strain anything."
"Not a worry," she smiled back. "20 pound increments?"
"Um, yeah, sure," he agreed. How far was she going to play this charade? She couldn’t hope to clear more than 150.
He walked up to the barbell rubbed his hands. Squatting down, he grasped it, the bar feeling odd in his hand, as though thicker. With a grunt, he lifted, then gasped as the bar went back down. Barb called out in concern.
"Too much, dear? Should we start with something less?"
Ah, he thought. A trick. She wants to lower the weight already, knowing she can beat me in an endurance test. Probably fixed the weights somehow. Well, now was the time to blow her away and end this thing.
"Hardly," he assured her. "Just getting set."
He reached down with a full adrenaline surge, determined to show her just what she was up against. With a groan, he managed to get the weights up to his chest level, though his muscles screamed in complaint as she shifted his grip to complete the maneuver. Every fiber screamed – as he did himself – as he wrestled the bar higher, almost falling to the side as it started to slip, then recovering as he shifted his legs beneath the weight. Letting out a cathartic roar, he finally managed to raise the bar above his head. He held it there, wavering and uncertainly, for a full three seconds before he released his breath in a final whoosh and dropped it, letting it clang the last foot to the mat. His arms burned and ached painfully where he strained his shoulder, but he was rewarded with an open-mouthed "Ooh" from Barb as she applauded from the floor. He tried to rub his arms back to normal.
"Now then," he said dismissingly. "If you’re satisfied, we can talk about that maid costume and the week’s schedule."
"But what about my turn?" she asked innocently.
He shook his head sadly. "Fun’s fun, Barb, but trying to overlift like that could be dangerous."
"I noticed," she giggled. "I thought I was going to have to rescue there for a minute."
His cheeks reddened in anger. "Don’t be ridiculous, Barb. I don’t know how much weight you put on there, but there’s no way you should try lifting it."
"I agree."
He was surprised. "You do? You admit I won?"
Another laugh. "Of course not, silly. I just said I wouldn’t bother trying to lift that much weight."
He was confused. "Well then, what…?"
She wordlessly crawled over to the barbell, and loosened the restraining collar. But then, to his amazement, instead of taking weight off, she added 20 pounds to each side.
"Barb!" she shouted. "Don’t be ridiculous."
"Not enough?" she asked innocently. "OK, you’re right. Let’s do this right."
She added another 20 pounds, making him stare open-mouthed.
"This isn’t funny. You’ll hurt yourself. Even I couldn’t handle that."
A smile. "Hold that thought, dear."
She stood, took a deep breath, then reached down to grasp the bar. A moment’s hesitation made him think she had realized her mistake, but then, she made a clean lift, moving without hesitation to press it easily above her head.
He stared in shock, agog over her relaxed pose, and the way her upper arm muscles bulged. They were larger than many female weight trainers he’d seen, and as large as most men’s.
And unquestionably larger than his.
His arms seemed to go soft and limp as he stared, and he unconsciously squeezed his own biceps in curiosity. It felt small and flabby, as though afraid to show itself in front of hers. Finally, as she held the bar aloft, he gasped out.
"But how? Have you been taking steroids? Has Jessica experimented on you? You don’t want to be freak, Barb."
She frowned. "A freak? No, I wouldn’t want that." She carefully lowered the bar to the floor, letting it touch softly to emphasize her control, then rubbed her hands thoughtfully. She flexed her upper body, inadvertently ripping the overstretched shirt. Her breasts jutted out even more obviously, the nipples now quite stiff, though whether from her exertion or a rising excitement, David wasn’t sure. "But we’re not done yet. Not by a long shot. Or, in your case, a short one."
She emphasized her words by coming over to press her body up against his. He felt her breasts mash against him, but noticed her stiff nipples seemed to rub just above his. Even more strangely, her eyes looked DOWN slightly into his as she smiled. He immediately looked down at their feet…
And saw that neither of them was wearing shoes.
End part one
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