You can buy this story here: In-Shape Chapter 1
It was Brody’s 50th birthday. He was beginning to encroach on what he feared was ‘old man’ territory. Brody was a fairly tall, broad man – standing at 6 feet of height with a wide frame. He never truly took care of his body, opting to skate by off of his fortunate genetics. The past decade had slowly taken a collective toll however. No longer were his arms bulging with tight muscle. No longer was his midsection a lithe six-pack, nor were his calves and forearms chiseled from manly flesh. Instead fat had accumulated, and he was encroaching on “beer belly” territory.
Truthfully, Brody still looked a hell of a lot better than the average guy his age, as many of his friends, and his loving wife were quick to point out. Donna, the 51 year old aforementioned wife, was particularly decent to him about his appearance, ensuring her husband that it was easy to mistake him for a 40 year old.
Despite these assurances, Brody just didn’t feel that way at all. He was starting to feel like he looked old, and he didn’t like it.
“Donna, I think that as part of a birthday resolution, it’s finally time I got into shape.” He announced one afternoon.
Truthfully, time had also been unkind to Donna, who was equally lethargic. Donna was a tall woman, only an inch and a half shorter than her husband. She was blonde with bright blue eyes, and had large features. Brody had lucked out quite a bit when he ended up with her 20 years ago. She was a brilliant biologist who made twice as much money as him. There was an almost eerie level of logic that she applied to everything that scared off most other men, but Brody found strangely endearing.
It would be an understatement to say that Donna was more intelligent than Brody. The truth was, Brody didn’t really know the full extent of their mental disparity. During their marriage, they both experienced several pay raises, but over time, Donna’s salary came to truly eclipse Brody’s – when they retired, she was making more than three times what he was.
In actuality, they only managed to retire during their late 40s thanks to Donna’s huge earnings and intelligent saving. Still, despite all of this, Donna did love Brody deeply, and they were mostly happy with their marriage.
When they had met, Donna was thin and busty with long legs; today however, she was fairly flabby, though she still had a fairly impressive bosom for a 51 year old woman.
Donna tried to reassure her husband that she loved him the way he was, but Brody insisted that he needed to get in shape.
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For the next two weeks, Brody stuck with his plan. He went running in the morning and lifted weights in the afternoon five times a week. He cut his beer intake in half, and stopped drinking carbonated sodas. Donna even prepared healthier meals for him, and used her immense knowledge of the human body to better shape his diet.
By the third week, Brody had started to see some results. He was looking more like his 40 year old self. That evening, he and Donna had sex for the first time since his birthday. It was a moderately fulfilling session, but still a far-cry from their younger days.
The next morning, Donna confronted Brody. She could tell that he was dissatisfied with her. He insisted that she was mistaken, but she persisted that she was correct. He asked how she would possibly know that, and she listed off a series of body language signs that she easily interpreted. Ultimately, he yielded that she was right. Donna then instantly deduced that he wanted her to get into shape as well, which, once again, was a perfect analysis.
Brody told her that she should join him, and they could get in shape together, which led to a rather surreal conversation:
“I have to warn you Brody… when I’m in shape, it’s like I’m an entirely different woman than the one you know.”
Brody found this statement to be quite bizarre. “What do you mean sweetheart? I remember what you were like when we got married…”
Donna let out a small snicker, “That wasn’t in shape, trust me, that was far from it.”
Brody was intrigued, “What’s your idea of being in shape then?”
Donna tilted her head for a moment as she contemplated the best way to answer the question, “That varies for everyone. Every human being has vastly different levels of being in-shape. In my opinion, the state that a body achieves after being used actively for a prolonged period of time, perhaps a few months, is adequate for being in-shape. Obviously a body can be brought beyond that.”
“Right.” Brody wanted to roll his eyes, but stopped himself. “So, what’s your idea of YOU being in shape?”
“Well, probably the peak I brought myself in my early 20’s.”
This intrigued Brody even further, “Oh? I could’ve sworn I’ve seen pictures of you back then, you looked like, well, similar to how you did when you were 30. That’s to say, pretty damn good!”
Donna laughed a bit, “You have no idea dear. There were no pictures taken of me when I was REALLY in shape. I’ll have you know that I very easily could have walked onto a competition stage for a women’s fitness or bodybuilding contest.”
Now Brody was extremely intrigued, “Can you… elaborate?”
“What is there to elaborate on dear? I used to be, well, jacked. Yolked, ripped, huge, buff, a real beefcake. A true-blue stud. You know. Though I was still very… womanly… at the same time.” Just then Donna noticed something, “You… you’re attracted to that idea aren’t you, the thought of me looking like that?”
Brody recoiled slightly, “What? Why do you think that?”
A smirk met Donna’s mouth, “Come on Brody. You know you can’t fool me, even though you try, and try again. I can read you like a book. The way your lips curled ever so slightly, your breathing sped up a bit, your eyes suddenly darted down to my arms, then down to my legs; you were obviously imagining what my body would look like with Big. Rippling. Bulging. Muscles. Mmmm… Even right there, with each of those adjectives, you subtly reacted. You’re craving it Brody. Just keep thinking about it, these little bingo wings –“ Donna then shook the small deposit of unfortunate fat underneath her arm that most women her age possessed, “Would be pure, rock solid muscle. Think of all the stamina I’d have. All the power I’d have. You love it already, don’t you?”
Brody’s face was beet-red. What on Earth had come over his wife? He had to admit that whatever it was, he was really enjoying it. Just this little theoretical explanation was really turning him on. When Brody was a young man, he wouldn’t have been so keen on the idea of a muscular woman, but as he grew older, his tastes matured, and the idea of a fit, powerful partner his age – that still had the curves and scent of a woman – was highly intriguing.
“Yes. That… would be pretty amazing. I’ll admit.”
Donna’s tone shifted towards dire seriousness, “There is something I have to warn you about though.”
“What’s that?”
“My body… it’s special. Trust me, I would know – I’ve studied a LOT of bodies.”
This whole chain of events had gone from weird to weirder for Brody. “Special… how?”
“When I initially got into shape, it happened very, very fast. Additionally, you might have heard of the term muscle memory – in short, once you’ve developed a muscle, it typically requires less effort to rebuild than that of the initial construction. Anyways, this… muscle memory – from the experiments I’ve performed, well, it seems that my body has a kind of super muscle memory that functions far faster than regular muscle memory. Believe me, there have been many times in the past few decades where I’ve actively had to remain entirely sedentary to prevent myself from triggering it.”
“What exactly are you trying to tell me?” Brody cut to the chase.
“Simply put, unless I’m wrong, and let’s be honest, it’s pretty darn rare that I ever am, if I start to push myself, I’m going to develop muscles very, very quickly.”
Brody blinked a couple of times, his mind was unable to formulate a response.
Donna started again, “Wow dear. This whole concept must be really, really tantalizing to you, isn’t it?” She took a step closer to him, and Brody’s breathing intensified.
“Well, alright, yeah. It is. I think you’d look pretty amazing like that, though I have to be honest: I don’t believe that you ever really were a bodybuilder back in the day, nor that you’ll magically pack on muscle like you say you will.”
Donna smirked, “You’ll see. So, if you’re positive that’s what you want, then I’ll do it. I start getting in-shape with you, just know what you’re getting yourself into here.”
Brody failed to see a downside to any of this. “Just promise me you won’t take steroids or anything weird like that.”
Donna laughed a bit – if only he knew what she did – “Don’t you worry about that dear. My line of work and studies make me more intimately familiar with the potential pitfalls there than 99% of the population.”
“Right.” Brody nodded. “Then let’s do it, let’s both get in-shape!”
[In the full story, there will be a full section of Donna initially undergoing the first steps of getting in shape with Brody. She, of course, progresses extremely quickly. For the sake of this preview, for a bit of a teaser, I’m going to skip ahead to when Donna is already quite developed. The context is the couple is at the beach.]As the woman emerged from the shoreline, her tremendous figure truly presented itself to Brody. Her upper half had transformed into an upside down triangle of muscular development, a wide pair of lats cascading downward to a tiny waist protected by rippling abs. She looked bigger than a mere few hours ago, as if every muscle on her frame had been pumped up from the activity of swimming in the ocean.
Donna jogged over towards her husband, the thick chords of muscle erupting from her thighs shaking slightly from the motion. As Donna drew near, Brody’s nose was full of an enjoyable scent: sea-salt, Donna’s natural pleasurable musk, and a certain something else that he couldn’t quite put his finger on – a sensory representation of spent effort and the overflowing vitality of Donna’s form.
In comparison, Brody’s form wasn’t very impressive. While he had a barrel chest and moderately thick arms, he still had a palpable layer of flab over his midsection; though he had made quite a stride in the past month.
Donna looked younger than she did a month ago, as if the transformation her body had undergone restored some of the light of youth that had faded from time’s passage. Her posture was excellent, and while Donna was already quite confident in the past, she now looked supremely self-assured at all times. In many ways, her body was starting to truly match her mind and personality.
“You okay Brody?” she asked, taken aback by her husband’s transfixed expression.
“Yeah, just… Damn Donna, you look good.” He said, staring directly his wife’s abs.
“Aww, thanks B! I warned you, I’m pretty close to getting back in shape!”
“Close? Sweetie, what do you mean by close? I’d say you’re definitely already there…”
Donna smirked, “Trust me, me in my prime would smoke this out of the water.” She patted her abs.
Brody cocked a brow, “How so?”
“You really wanna know?”
“Obviously.”
“Right. Well, for starters, this embarrassment of a six-pack will be completely different.”
“Embarrassment? Donna, you’ve got the best abs of any woman here; better than the vast majority of the guys too.” They were also far more impressive than what he had going on his torso, but Brody didn’t want to admit that inconvenient truth out loud.
Donna shrugged, “Doesn’t matter, this is pretty weak compared to me in shape. To help you understand better, I should have two more visible ‘packs’.” She brought her fingers to the bottom of her six-pack, “Actually, if you look closely, you can kind of see them. Once I get back in shape, they’ll stick out. In fact, all of these abs,” she ran her fingers up them, “Will be a LOT bigger and stick out much further. Continuing, my little belt here,” she brought her fingers to the area of skin beneath her waist and above her crotch, “Will be a lot deeper. Also, there will be cool little ridges around here,” she brought her arm up and moved her hand over where defined serratus would lay, “trust me, if we were to take a comparison photo of these abs next to what’s coming… it would be almost comical.”
Brody gulped and shifted his legs around to make accommodation for his growing arousal from imagining these changes. “I… I see.” He replied.
“That’s not even getting into my upper and lower bodies. Let’s just say that these babies have a good deal of growing and peaking to do!” she flexed her arms, causing a pair of hard looking lemon sized biceps to erupt.
“Naturally.”
“Of course… that’s unless you want me to stop. I could get back out of shape if you want, there’s still time to turn back.”
Brody blinked a couple of times. Time to turn back? Donna was making this sound as if it were some kind of potentially dangerous, irreversible thing; she was just getting into shape is all. “Err… what do you mean there’s still time? Atrophying is always an option, not that I want you to do that.”
“Well, sure – technically – I could just be lazy again and let the muscles fade… but there’s something else you should know. Once I really start getting into this, I’m going to change more than just physically. There’s a bunch of mental and psychological developments as well. My entire core personality is going to undergo a bit of an alteration.”
“Wh-what?” Brody hadn’t anticipated something like this. Sure, it would make sense that going from a, frankly, flabby 50 year old woman to a smoking hot rippling muscle goddess would change one’s psyche a bit, but an overhaul of her fundamental personality? That sounded insane. At the end of the day, as much as he enjoyed Donna’s new body, he wanted to still be with his wife. “Can you elaborate?” he added.
“Sure. For starters, I’ll be more dominant and assertive. Actually, you’ve probably already noticed this starting to happen. Notice how my body language is more upright, my posture is improved, my chest sticks out a little. In comparison you’re slouching over a little – more than usual. That’s okay, you can’t help it; right now my primal self is staking its claim as leader of our family, your body on the other hand, is surrendering a bit to me. That said, once you yourself improve yourself further, you will start standing up straight again – straighter than ever before.”
“Donna, what on earth are you babbling on about?”
“There will be a slew of changes for both of us if I continue. At first it may be a bit tough for you, as your body is going to continue becoming naturally submissive to my growing muscles. Once I hit my prime in particular, you may find yourself having thoughts you normally wouldn’t have.”
“Such as..?”
“This isn’t to knock you in any way dear, but you’ll likely become more attentive. Your mind will be transfixed on me more often, and you’ll think about ways to appease and pleasure me.”
“Okay…” Brody was trying to really comprehend what his wife was saying. On one hand, he wanted her to keep getting into better shape, but on the other he wasn’t so sure about all of these personality changes she presumed would occur. “And… well, I guess you should just tell me all of your theories on this while you’re at it.”
Donna nodded and continued: “I will, naturally, acclimate to this new role: that of the ‘leader’ between us. Bit by bit, I’ll make more decisions between us. Don’t worry, I won’t abuse my power or anything like that, quite the opposite – you’ll find that my ability to make logical decisions will only increase further.
As my confidence increases, we’ll have more and more sex. This will, in turn, start to have some nice effects on you. You’ll take your training towards becoming in shape more seriously (not to say you aren’t, but in comparison you’ll train much harder), and your body will improve more quickly as a result. This will feed into itself – the fitter both of our bodies become, the better the sex will be, and the more motivation you’ll feel.
Unfortunately, I don’t think you have the same genetic predisposition to build muscle that I do, nor the muscle memory channels benefitting me further, so it’ll likely be a much longer process for you. There is, frankly, also the possibility that my ultimate potential, which I’ve never reached, is simply far greater than yours. That said, since I’ve never touched such full potential, nor seen yours, I can’t really know for sure. Still, as I continue to grow and grow, you’ll be more naturally inclined to listen to me, and I’ll supercharge your training.”
Brody was about to burst right then and there. This was all too much to take in. “And… and the downsides? What part of this can’t you stop? Why would you need to stop now?”
“Well… I can just sense that if I keep going, I’ll become very motivated. There’s a reason why I stopped when I was in my 20’s. Pushing my body consumed my mind, it was what I did all the time. I was like a rabid beast, and it eventually had a negative impact on my career and social life. Of course… things are a lot different now. I don’t really need to worry about my career, and my accumulated knowledge and wisdom of the past nearly 30 years will help ensure that I handle things more tacitly.”
“Wait…” Brody interrupted, “What’s so different between you now and then mentally?”
Donna suppressed a laugh, “Magnitudes dear. Magnitudes. Hell, even between now and when we got married, my mind is a totally different beast.”
Brody raised a brow, “Honestly, I’m pretty sure that my brain is like the same it was when we got married. I don’t see how yours could be different.”
“Dear, I don’t want to be belittling, but think about how we spent all of that time. I worked a high-intensity research job creating scientific breakthroughs. I constantly consumed studies from my peers, along with other non-fiction books, and a healthy smattering of literature. The sheer amount of knowledge I’ve gained is, well, quite staggering. Fortunately, I seem to have a highly above average mental capacity, so I can retain all of it.
You, my beloved Brody… You’re a smart guy, and were a great businessmen. That said, you didn’t submerge yourself in academia for the past 20 years like me. I don’t see what’s so difficult about accepting that my mind has continued to grow stronger while yours remained the same.”
Brody gulped. “R… right.”
“So, dear. What do you think? Should I continue getting in-shape? Are you ready to see what happens next to me?”
Brody was a bit torn. On one hand, he did somewhat resent the rapid progress Donna was making, and wasn’t so sure how to handle this dawning realization that her mind had improved so much in the past few decades while he mostly messed around. Still, she did look amazing, and knew first-hand that the fitter she got, the better their sexual life was. He had no doubts anymore that what she claimed was true: that she’d become this sensual beast that in turn triggered positive changes in himself.
At the end of the day, Donna had always been somewhat ‘superior’ to him in their relationship. She was always brighter and made much more money; it wasn’t so bad if she was stronger too. In a way, Brody really liked it. Besides, almost every couple on the planet had someone who was more dominant, and someone who followed – it was the year 2016, and gender roles were meant to be toyed with.
“Yeah. I think you should.” He replied with a grin. “I’m excited to see what happens.”
A knowing smirk met Donna’s lips and her eyes lit up. “I won’t let you down. In fact…” suddenly, her entire body quaked slightly, and right before Brody’s eyes, Donna’s already wide upper-body seemed to grow by half of an inch in its entirety, becoming even more impressive, “I think my body heard you, and wants to help.” She gave a playful wink, “I’m going to go work out at the beach’s open gym over there. Feel free to come over later if you’d like, or think up a way for us to have some fun when I’m done.”
And with that, Donna started jogging over to the weights that would fuel her growth even further. Brody simply watched the shapely muscles her perfectly round bottom jiggle, and her thick back similarly dance from the motion.
He could tell that things were about to become interesting..!
You can buy this story here: In-Shape Chapter 1