By the time I left the hospital a couple of days later, I had on a neck brace, a bandage on my nose, my right arm in a sling and my left arm in a cast. Over the next six weeks, I couldn’t run so I rode a stationary bike for hours every day. At the same time, I was eating less and less. I had converted myself over to an entirely liquid and vegetarian diet. I had become obsessed with not gaining any weight as I knew it would destroy my chances of running well in The Boston Marathon.

Six weeks had passed and I finally went back to the doctor to get the cast taken off. He cut off the cast and seemed a bit startled. I asked him what the problem was. “Well,” he said, “we’ve had quite a bit of muscle atrophy here. You might be alarmed.” I looked at what used to be my left arm. The muscle was completely gone and you could almost see the bone through the skin. He asked me to flex my left biceps. I tried, but there was no strength in my arm and what little muscle might have been there, was not responding. I’m not kidding, my arm was literally too weak to flex. He asked me to stand up and take off my shirt. He was again alarmed at my obvious weight loss. The small amount of muscle you have just by moving your arms while running was also gone. I was akin to a walking skeleton. The doctor had me get on the scale. Sure enough there was some major weight loss. Wearing only a pair of shorts and socks, I was down to 129 pounds.

The doctor made me wait in the room while he paged for a nutritionalist. It seems he was quite worried about my health. Within a few minutes, a woman came in to give me what turned into counseling and some eating advice. I played the game and told her how I would put the weight back on and eat right. In reality, I knew Courtney loved being stronger than me and the more weight I lost, the more affectionate she seemed to be around me.

I got home later and waited for my wife. I knew she would be a couple hours so I had some time to kill. The drastic weight loss had again made most of my wardrobe too big. The large t-shirts I had were now huge on me and I didn’t have any mediums. In addition, my running shorts were now too loose as well. Luckily, Courtney had packed a box full of old clothes that no longer fit her and placed it in the bottom of our closet. I opened the box figuring Courtney might have something in there that fit me. Sure enough, I grabbed a pair of blue swat pants and tried them on. They actually fit pretty well so I figured, who cares where I had gotten them.

Now wearing the sweat pants, I looked for a shirt. Sure enough, there were a couple of long sleeved shirts that fit very well. The arms for the sleeves were a little short, but the fit around my shoulders and chest was perfect. Hell, I thought, the grey shirt I now had on matched with the blue sweats pretty well.

Just then, I heard the front door slam. Courtney was home and I walked into the entry way to meet her. As I got closer to her, she tilted her head and had a funny look on her face. I gave her a quick peck on the lips and asked her why she was looking at me oddly. “Where did you get those sweats?” she asked. “Out of an old box of clothes you had in the closet.” I replied. She then asked me to turn-around. I did a quick 360 and looked back at her. Courtney put her hand over her mouth, started to laugh and said, “oh my God honey.”

The response to my new/old sweats was quite weird so I asked her what the hell was so funny. “Honey,” she said, “those are my old Victoria’s Secret sweats from college. I haven’t fit into them in years, and they seem to fit you perfectly.” I was a bit stunned and only then looked down and noticed a VS symbol and a Heart shape on the waist line. I was completely embarrassed and my face turned red I’m sure. Courtney walked up to me and twisted me around to look at the back. She then pulled out the shirt tag and said “Yep, the shirt’s mine too.”

“I can’t believe you’re so petite now honey.” Courtney said. She seemed really happy about it though and told me to follow her to the bedroom. Once there, she told me to stand on the scale. I knew she would be shocked at my weight and refused to get on it. She just looked at me and said, “Don’t make me, make you get on that scale.” I turned to walked out of the bathroom hoping she would let me go but Courtney immediately grabbed my right arm and pulled me back. She had an iron grip on my arm and I yelled in pain. “God honey,” I said, “don’t grab me so hard.” At the same time, she said, “Where’s the beef dear? It felt like I was grabbing a twig.” “Well,” I said, “there’s been quite a bit of atrophy from being in a cast for several weeks.” “I thought that was your left arm though honey.” She replied. I kind of looked down in embarrassment so Courtney said, “I’m sorry honey, you just seem so cute and vulnerable right now, I don’t know why it excites me so much to see you like this, but it does. I just can’t wait to get home and be with you every night.”

That kind of picked my spirits up so I leaned over, gave my wife a kiss and got on the scale. The dial on the scale bounced around a bit and then stopped at 129 pounds. Courtney had a look of total amazement and then got a very rye grin on her face. She reached under my arms and easily hoisted me in the air. With her arms stretched to the sky, she held me two feet over head. Courtney then started to spin around quickly and the momentum forced my legs to fly out away from her body. She then began to say “Weeee, Weeee, Weeee.” I felt like a child in her arms, almost helpless in the iron grip of my buff, immensely strong wife.

Still hoisted in the air at arms reach, Courtney walked me over to and pinned me up against the wall. I looked down at her huge bulging forearms and massive throbbing biceps. They seemed bigger and more powerful than ever before and I felt helpless in their grasp. As I stared into my wife’s gleaming eyes, I noticed a pure power and utter strength in her gaze. I then slowly peered down to her jaw line and noticed the tight muscle that now covered her face. Looking down further, I couldn’t help but realize how sinuous, deep muscle now covered her neck and traps. In this position, looking down, Courtney’s beautifully buff, rounded shoulders looked more massive than ever. I was in the grips of my wife who was now a massive, muscle covered woman and it turned me on like never before.

My penis was at full attention and I reached down to lower my Victoria’s Secret sweat pants. While still being hoisted in the air, Courtney took my member in her mouth and began to lick, suck and massage me. As her moist mouth and tongue gave my penis an unbelievable warm pleasure, I rolled my eyes back and felt unworldly. My wife was sucking me off like never before and just as I was about to climax, Courtney slowed down and kept me from it. As soon as she knew that enough time had passed, my wife began to lick and suck my cock again just as she had moments before. The warm, moist pleasure I felt again was leading me to climax, but as before, Courtney slowed and kept me from finishing.

This time, she looked up at me and we locked eyes. My wife again had a huge grin on her face. I could tell she had a plan of some sort. Sure enough, just as I was going to ask her what was up, she leaned down and again took my penis into her mouth. Pleasuring me again, my body becomes one with my member and all my thoughts were on the ultimate pleasure I was feeling. Within seconds of an ultimate final climax, Courtney again slowed the pace and kept me from it. She still kept my penis in her warm, supple mouth but seemed to now know my exact climatic point, and how to avoid me reaching it. Courtney kept me on this climatic roller coaster for what seemed like an eternity. After 10 or 15 more rounds of almost ultimate ecstasy, my body began to shake in desperation for the climax my wife was not allowing me to achieve. I began to beg her to finish me off. Finally, Courtney began to massage, lick and suck my penis faster and faster, deeper and deeper, more firmly than before. This time, as my body shook almost uncontrollably, Courtney didn’t’ stop. She sucked more determined than ever and within seconds, I reached a feeling of climax like never before, as my penis exploded with fury, pulse after pulse of my juices flowed into her amazing mouth. Instead of stopping, Courtney kept my penis in her grasp and continued to massage my member. My juices just kept flowing, like every ounce of me wanted to be inside her. After coming for what seemed an eternity, a huge warmth and ultimate sense of passion overwhelmed me. I began to cry uncontrollably. My wife then laid me down on the bed next to her. There I fell asleep wrapped up in the warmth of her massive beautiful arms.