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by MagnusMagneto
Brian’s Journal
April 2nd
Today was fairly typical. Kelly is still off filming the latest movie she’s starring in, so our enormous bed was fairly cold when I woke up. I had a breakfast of steak and eggs prepared by our home cook. Afterward I performed my morning ritual of going over the household’s finances. Kelly keeps telling me that we should just hire someone to keep track of this stuff so I don’t need to bother, but I insist that I play some part in our little family. I stared at the numbers and my eyes glazed over for a few moments before I snapped back to reality. We’d been in this situation for years now but it was still surreal to me.
I had created some simple algorithms and commissioned some personal software to help keep things tidy. The beginning of the report read roughly the following:
“Projected Household Earnings as of March 31st:
Royalties and misc. income for Kelly for the day of March 31st: 1.2 million
Year to date: 81 million
Trend: Rising slightly daily
Capital gains for shared accounts March 31st: 0.3 million
Year to date: 26 million
Trend: Rising slightly daily”
Yeah. On the day of March 31st Kelly earned roughly 1.5 million dollars. On that day alone. From royalties and other passive streams of revenue. A number that’s trending upward. She’s set to release a few more albums this year so I’m sure it’ll go up significantly. In the eyes of the law I somehow earned half of the money from the shared accounts, but I’m no fool. I’m well aware that the overwhelming majority of the contributions to the accounts came from Kelly’s earnings.
The report continued.
“Quarter 1 earnings for this year:
Kelly – non royalty, non capital gains earnings: 120 million
Brian – non royalty, non capital gains earnings: .03 million
Trends: Kelly up 40 percent from last year
Brian up 3 percent from last year”
Next to the report was a message from Kelly. “Hey B, I think we should give back to the community again this year. Can you look into helping out the Central High school system? Maybe fund a renovation or something?”
Yeah. Kelly’s already signed onto two films this year, pulling in 50 million per performance; making her the highest paid performer in Hollywood right now. Plus another 20 million to wear some athletic shoes. I have no doubt she’ll pick up a similar number of gigs throughout the rest of the year. She possesses a never ending reservoir of energy, and she brings in such a huge following to everything she touches. Her prospects seem to be entirely limited by how much money these corporations have to throw at her. My 120k a year salary was supposed to be impressive… but next to Kelly it’s, well, the numbers speak for themselves. Honestly I don’t even really know if I’ve got this job on my own merits alone or because of who I’m married to.
Of course, these numbers are all pre-tax, and, as Kelly has noted a great deal of it will be going to various charities.
Anyway I think I’m getting way ahead of myself here.
It’s been a long time since I’ve kept a journal. Too long probably. Exactly one decade to be precise. My therapist suggested I go back to keeping a log of things that pique my interest after I mentioned my prior writings in our last session. Yeah – my therapist. I don’t know why that feels like such a negative thing to write. It really is quite common for people to visit one at some point in their lives. Especially among those in my current social circle.
That social circle of course is that of the very wealthy. I think the numbers above speak for themselves. I honestly feel a lot of guilt about our wealth because as anyone can clearly see, I barely earned any of it. After looking back at my old journals, in hindsight, this current narrative seems inevitable. Kelly’s seemingly limitless ability to improve herself to superhuman levels was bound to give her a great deal of fame.
Kelly, my beloved wife. I truly do love her, really. It’s hard not to – the majority of the country, actually, the WORLD does. She’s a superstar celebrity who keeps gaining more and more success. Truth is, we’d easily be billionaires if that’s what either of us wanted. Honestly, I’ll go so far as to say that if Kelly’s abilities and the resulting capital were leveraged solely to make more money, within the next 10 years we’d be the richest family on the planet. Fortunately, Kelly is too humble to aspire to such things, and I’d feel dirty riding my wife’s coattails any harder than I am now.
So, back to the first point in this journal: attending therapy. Why would someone living in the lap of luxury, married to the most amazing human being on the planet need to see a shrink? Well, there’s a very popular saying: “Anything you can do Kelly can do better.” It should be noted that Kelly never once uttered this phrase and has done no part to propagate it beyond simply being herself. By herself I mean a living goddess. That brings me back to why I’m in therapy: it’s draining to be the ‘better half’ of someone who is so effortlessly superior at all times.
I should emphasize that Kelly herself has made every effort to try and ensure this isn’t how I feel. When we were younger and I wrote those old journals, Kelly would often tease me about her growing superiority. It was thrilling, arousing and terrifying all at the same time. At some point however, every personal record Kelly shattered, every new ability she instantly mastered, every increase in the gap between us… it turned from exciting to somewhat tiring.
Funnily enough, possibly the most aggravating part about the process is how good Kelly has been it. Shortly after we got married she almost entirely stopped teasing me about her growing superiority. Never once has she rubbed it in my face that her income is magnitudes higher than mine – and still growing. The only time she ever mentions it is whenever she reminds me that any time I want to retire early and enjoy life I can go right ahead. Never once has she been unfaithful to me, neither emotionally or physically – despite being supremely desirable to almost every single man, woman, child and probably numerous animals on planet earth. Aside from a couple kisses in movie scenes that is, which I can obviously forgive.
Yeah, Kelly is even an actress, as mentioned in the opening about our finances. A damn good one at that. I remember vividly the day where she locked herself in a room, closely examining the most celebrated performances of the film medium. I distinctly recall my stomach churning as I imagined her perfectly recreating even the most subtle of nuances. She ended up, as usual, surpassing even my wildest dreams. She could not only perfectly replicate the widest range of acting techniques imaginable, but she could also seamlessly combine them, creating synergies that nobody else could ever dream of.
(Un)fortunately, due to her towering physique and beauty, Kelly was doomed to exclusively star in comic-book action films. I guess that’s financially for the best since those are the movies that have dominated the box office since we were kids. This is something of a full-circle since Kelly herself IS a comic-book hero in the MC universe (more on that later I guess), which is another source of her royalties alongside music albums and various other things. Oh yeah – she’s a massively accomplished singer and performer, though she doesn’t write any of her own songs. She used to go on tour a lot, selling out venue after venue, but that’s gotten in the way of her film career. As a result, Kelly primarily plays at huge events like the Super Bowl and a key few concerts a year with outrageous ticket prices. (The prices are her agent’s fault and the scalping market. Kelly herself doesn’t really care about the money at this point)
So, if you were a third party reading this with no context since the last batch of journals, you might be asking yourself: how did it reach this point? That’s a very valid question. If I were to pinpoint precisely when the snowball of Kelly’s career began to build upon itself, I would probably choose when Kelly won the Summer Olympics. Yes, the whole Olympics. Well, as many events as they could possibly get her into. There was a small media blitz that quickly picked up specifically covering Kelly as she hustled from activity to activity, dominating each and every one.
Right, I’m getting ahead of myself again. Alright, so after Kelly’s explosive growth in the school gym from the end of my last batch of journals, some feds came out of nowhere and scooped her up within the following 24 hours. They had been in contact with the shadowy organization that provided Kelly with the nutrient rich food, and specifically wanted to keep her a secret from the public so they could have her dominate the summer games that year. For the next few months they trained her and after coming to understand the extent of her ability to copy movements she’s seen, showed her all manner of past Olympic performances. Kelly managed to recreate every last thing she saw perfectly – provided her large body could physically get into that position. This did disqualify her from a few events, but that didn’t matter as they could still schedule a non-stop stream of gold medals if everything went to plan.
This time period was actually a highlight of my youth. The strange group of feds dedicated to ensuring our nation’s supremacy at the games made it a top priority to placate Kelly and meet her every whim. One of the side benefits of Kelly’s growth was a huge surplus of energy and confidence – which in turn lead to a ravenous sex drive. This meant that almost any time we desired, I could drive over to their underground training facility (which was only about 20 minutes away from home) and we’d be given a room of our own to do whatever wanted.
Strangely enough, despite the training and ample nutrition, Kelly’s body didn’t grow much larger. She gained a few inches of height, and a good deal of additional muscle mass, but this was relatively little in comparison to her initial growth spurt. From a practical standpoint, this was probably for the best. Rooms with low ceilings were already becoming a problem, as was fitting Kelly into my car. Kelly did however become far stronger. It was explained to me that her neuromuscular efficiency was going far beyond the theoretical limits of human beings, and her bones, tendons, nervous system and organs were improving likewise. That was to say simply: while she wasn’t getting that much physically bigger, Kelly was still becoming stronger.
Eventually however Kelly’s strength reached a point where it was so far beyond human compare that all she needed to focus on were the fundamentals of each sport. This, of course, was a trivially easy pursuit for her due to her uncanny ability to memorize and replicate things.
The next few months flew by, and the time came for Kelly to make her debut on the Summer Olympic stage. From the onset all heads were turned on her. They had never seen a woman close to 7 feet tall with almost 500 pounds of sheer muscle on her frame before – let alone one that was extremely attractive. From there Kelly entered game after game, utterly dominating her competition. It mattered little what kind of event it was: running, swimming, diving, archery put, fencing… and of course weight lifting and other strength based events were trivial for her to crush. Having been around her long enough I could tell that she had to actually hold back in order to not completely shock everyone.
At one point Kelly was pulled aside and had a bevy of medical tests run on her, all to come back claiming that aside from her abnormally powerful body, she was entirely clean to Olympic standards. They simply could not disqualify her under any Olympic rules. (After the games finished, a provision specifically barring Kelly from entering again was implemented) Finally, on the final night, after racking up dozens of gold medals, with the eyes of adoring millions upon her – Kelly proposed to me. She… proposed… to me. That was one of the biggest shocks of my life. Here I was trying to figure out how I’d keep a relationship with this super human that every man alive wanted to carry their children, and she went out of her and proposed! I don’t think we were even formally in a relationship, and even still, it was a very brief period of time we were together beforehand. Despite that, I had to accept. There was no way I could deny the most desirable person alive in front of the world stage. Plus, I did (and still do) love Kelly.
From that point on things continued to spiral in Kelly’s favor. Her gold medals alone netted her a sizable amount of cash, 25 grand per medal – granted it was pretty heavily taxed. Still, that alone wouldn’t be enough for someone as young as Kelly to retire – not that she’d want to. The real earnings from Kelly’s sweep of the Summer Games was the stream of companies tripping over themselves to sign advertising deals with the world’s greatest athlete.
Over the next week Kelly’s net worth skyrocketed from practically zero to millions. She bought a nice house by the ocean with huge ceilings (”Lots of space to grow, just in case!”) I remember her giggling. I was granted a late admission to a nearby university and continued with my original plan to study business. Meanwhile Kelly was flown around the country to appear on talk show after talk show. Each and every time she appeared on television she knocked it out of the park. Her combination of girlish energy, playfulness and a healthy dose of humbleness (a quality she had come to foster after realizing just how huge her advantages were) made Kelly a public darling. She could do no wrong, and better yet, she really did no wrong. Kelly never bothered drinking or taking drugs. Kelly had no scandals as she remained faithful to me. Better yet, Kelly was simply pleasant to everyone. The worst she ever did was give a playful verbal jab to an onlooker who claimed her muscles made her look like a man, and the public sided with her.
This trajectory continued for a while. Kelly kept gaining popularity and sponsorship after sponsorship piled on. She soon branched out into other things, and her ability to memorize allowed her to effortlessly master whatever skill she desired. I eventually graduated with very high marks and quickly became a financial analyst for a firm nearby. It’s funny because my career really does put me in a very impressive bracket numerically, but it seems I’ll always simply be “Kelly’s Husband”. Of course, there are a considerable number of perks to being married to someone like her…
Anyway, this entry has already gone on for a long while. I have to say that I feel like a small burden has been lifted. I’ll be sure to make another entry soon when I have more to dwell on.
[Final version will have a couple more entries detailing Kelly’s rise]April 20th
Kelly finally returned from filming her latest role today. She flew in on her private jet. At this point it had become more a necessity than a luxury due to Kelly’s size and the rabid nature of her fanbase. I can distinctly remember how I felt as our home’s security system alerted me that someone had arrived. It was a familiar mixture of anxiety and desire. This was how I always felt whenever Kelly returned home from one of her travels. I imagined the imminent arrival her huge, powerful, feminine body and quickly became aroused. Even more so than usual because it had been a few weeks since we last made love.
I awaited in the house’s entryway and a few moments later she finally emerged from the door. Despite having spent the past decade together, the sight of Kelly still caught my breath. She was as huge as ever. Over 7 feet tall with hundreds upon hundreds of muscle packed onto her hourglass frame. Hyper-efficient muscle that yielded far more available strength per ounce than my own. She was wearing an exotic dress that was custom tailored just for her. It was a strange sleeveless garment with a good deal of the midriff, back and legs exposed to showcase Kelly’s body.
Every muscle on Kelly’s frame stood at attention without stimulus. She stood like a tremendous X, due to her magnificently wide back and hips in combination with her relatively thin waist. Not a single patch of her exposed flesh was lacking visible muscle. Watermelon sized biceps, cannonball delts, abs that looked like individual baseballs, tree-trunk quads… well, basically every synonym in the book to describe a tremendously muscular person really.
There was something else that Kelly exuded though; a certain confidence that can only come paired with living as the most powerful person alive by a staggering margin for over a decade. It was a humble strength.
We had our usual greeting, during which Kelly characteristically lifted me up and we passionately kissed at length, holding me in her arms as if I were weightless. This was actually par for the course, though it remained thrilling even after a decade. Her body produced an overwhelming warmth that always managed to wash away any troubles I had. As I ran my hands along her muscles, I couldn’t help but squeeze them. There was a comfort in how indomitable her body was, how nothing I could do could harm her. I placed my fingers in the thick ridges, feeling the powerful contours. Something was off – her body was thicker, harder and more sharply peaked than ever before.
“You grew again.” I said quietly. “Your muscles are a lot harder and even further developed. You’re also warmer, probably producing more energy due to your added strength.”
“Aww thanks Brian! I’m glad you noticed!” She performed a bicep flex to emphasize her point, causing a towering slab of power to rise up, complete with a vast web of intricate details to showcase the limb’s masterful development. “The casting team encouraged me to train extra hard and get into my best shape yet. I have to admit it feels pretty good to hit a new personal prime after coasting by for a while.”
I felt like I was ready to explode prematurely right then and there. “How… how strong are you now?” I murmured softly, continuing to grope her lusty limbs.
“You sure you want to know?” Kelly asked, a tinge of concern coating her voice. She was aware that her unending progress did occasionally make me feel inadequate about myself. When I was lost in Kelly’s magnificence however, all I wanted to hear about was how spectacular she was.
“Yes.”
“Well… this is under NDA, but I know you’re good for it. In the movie my character lifts a semi truck overhead. The scene is almost entirely practical effects, no CGI there. You know how I do all of my own stunts. Let’s just say that at first it was tough, but when it came time to actually film the scene I had to try my hardest to make it look difficult.”
Needless to say, after that confession from her I couldn’t contain myself any longer.
April 25th
The past few days have been fairly uneventful. Kelly has mostly relaxed at home, and I took a few days of vacation to spend more time with her. I was surprised to see Kelly actually indulge in some time off. There was something slightly off about her, and not just the added strength. I could sense that she needed time to think about something that was weighing on her. Naturally, I presumed the worst. Had she cheated on me? Had she grown bored of our relationship? Finally, today, while we were laying next to each other in bed she admitted what was troubling her.
“Brian…” she started. There was an uneasiness in her voice. For the first time in… hell, as long as I can remember, Kelly was worried. This brought me back to our childhood days when she was a cute little girl who barely came up to my shoulders in height. I knew immediately that whatever Kelly was going to say next mattered immensely to her, enough to shake her typically unwavering confidence.
“Brian.” She collected herself. “I.. I think we should start a family.”
I was caught off-guard by this. In hindsight, there were a lot of obvious signs over the past year that Kelly was thinking about this, but at that moment I had been oblivious to them all. I blinked rapidly a few times as my mind tried to process what it had just heard. “We are a family though?”
Kelly half-giggled and rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean Brian. I want to have kids.”
I let out a sigh. It wasn’t an idea I was adverse to, it’s just… I stewed for a few moments, and I could sense that Kelly was actually fairly upset at my hesitation. I then remembered that, despite my feelings of inadequacy, Kelly truly is an amazing person that I love, and the fact that she was willing to have children with someone as unremarkable as me showed just how loyal (for whatever reason) she really was.
“Kids? As in plural? I think we should start with one and take it from there.” I replied with a warm smile.
Kelly’s eyes lit up in a way that I hadn’t seen since she proposed to me on the Olympic world stage. Before I knew it, her immense body was on top of mine (she was careful to not crush me, a skill she had mastered over the years) and her soft lips were planting kisses while her hands deftly began removing my clothing.
“Whoa now, what’s all this about?” I quipped.
“We’ve got to make some babies!” Kelly giggled.
“Aren’t you still on birth control?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow. Her reproductive system was one thing in her body that, as far as every medical professional we knew could tell, had remained functionally identical to a regular woman’s.
Kelly shot me a glance that read ‘are you kidding me?’ “Well I guess we could wait for it to leave my system if you really want.”
I simply laughed before reaching up and bringing her head close to mine.
As for the rest of the day… well, let’s just say that Kelly was even more physically romantic than usual.
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The question still remains in the back of my head though. Presuming that Kelly can conceive, what will happen? Will she remain just as strong, or will her body shrink down a bit? As much as I love Kelly’s body, it might be kind of fun to see her shrink a bit – then she could regain everything after giving birth. Or will there be some other kind of effect? I just remembered that most women’s breasts grow when they’re pregnant. That could be fun.
There is, of course, the other elephant in the room. What would our kid be like? Will he or she inherit Kelly’s ‘mutation’? Would they end up as strong as Kelly? Or, heaven forbid, even stronger? Or would they end up relatively normal like their father, always wondering why they didn’t meet their mother’s destiny?
All of this was too much to ponder. The important thing for now is that I’m going to be a father.
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