Nick returned from his run covered in sweat, feeling good about himself. It was the first time he'd worked out in ages but it was the first step after he had promised himself that he would get back in shape. His wife had been working out at a gym regularly now and she had gently encouraged him to start doing the same thing.
At first he had ignored her, thinking that it wasn't necessary and that he was in OK shape, but a few days ago he had been unable to open a jar. He gave up, put the jar down when Melanie, after watching him struggle, and opened it with little effort. She had looked at him with a knowing smile and he said, somewhat embarrassed, "Maybe I do need to get to the gym."
Melanie smiled and pulled him in for a kiss, "Oh no, baby. I don't mind if you're a bit soft. I like soft boys." She planted her lips on his and gave him a passionate kiss.
Nick was 5'8 and Melanie was 5'9 but she had just returned from her management job and in her 3" heels she stood significantly taller than Nick. She was wearing a business skirt just above her knee and a black silk blouse and when she pulled Tim in for a kiss, he felt an erotic charge at having to look up to her. He could see her muscular calves in her heels, her firm thighs and the trim outline of her waste.
She pulled him into her body and her large breasts pressed against him. She had taken to the gym recently and he could feel the results even under her clothes: her arms were solid and firm. It struck him just how sexy, strong, and tall she was in her heels -- he was aroused, yet some sense of masculine pride made him pull away from the embrace. He wanted this but he also didn't. He tried to pull away and for a second, he couldn't as she held him in place. She was kissing him and holding him as he squirmed. Even as he pulled away, she placed a firm hand on his ass and pulled his crotch to hers, and he had a feeling of panic as he realized he couldn't escape her grasp, but she soon realized what she was doing and let him go.
"Whooo. Baby. Need me to open any more jars? That got me all hot." Melanie said with a smile. Her blonde hair was short and cut in a boyish style and her white teeth shone in a smile that immediately disarmed any sense of Nick's outrage at being so forcibly kissed. He had always felt slightly intimidated by his wife: she was taller, she earned more money, and her personality was more outgoing. But now he didn't really feel outrage: instead it was a mixture of sexual longing, for his beautiful wife, and a strange sense of arousal at how easily she manhandled him.
It was that night that Nick decided he needed to start working out and he decided, as he made dinner, he would go for a run that evening. Melanie was encouraging but didn't push it:
"Baby, if you want to go for a run, go for it but don't feel like you have to. I love you how you are." she said and proceeded to drink her wine over dinner.
"Yeah, but I think I do need to get in better shape." Nick explained. "I haven't done much exercise recently."
"Well that's great but running isn't really going to help you open jars. It's a start, for sure, but maybe you'd like me to show you some of the weights exercises that I do?"
Nick's pride was a little bruised at the reminder of the jar incident from earlier in the day. He had always been intimidated by weight rooms. Melanie had joined a gym, got a personal trainer named Karen, and had taken to weights. The results were almost immediate and her body soon became noticeably toned and muscular. When Karen had visited their house last week Nick realized he was the smallest and definitely weakest of the three of them. Karen was a brunette who stood about 5'7 and in her black shorts and white tank top her defined abs and muscular shoulders were shining with sweat. Next to her was his wife, wearing white yoga pants and a red sports bra, and her biceps were already prominent. In her running shoes, she stood 5'10. Standing between them in their small kitchen, he was acutely aware of how much stronger than were: he felt slight, slim, and weak.
The half inch of height he had over Karen was nothing compared to her strength and he could see Melanie's muscles were growing -- she was almost as big as Karen. In her workout shoes, she was 2" taller than Nick but her added muscles made her seem so much bigger. Nick felt completely intimidated by both of them. He also knew that he couldn't lift anything close to what Melanie could and decided to avoid weights altogether for fear of more embarrassment.
"Well, I'll start with a run and see how it goes," he explained.
"Sounds good babe. Whatever you want."
Later that evening, Nick was searching for workout clothes but couldn't find any of his old ones. After some searching, he decided on an old t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. The shorts looked newish and the label said "L-M", large - medium, so he figured they must be his. He slid them on and while they were a little tight, they fit him comfortably enough. They would suit his purposes for a quick run to get started. He put on his headphones and went for a brisk run through the neighbourhood.
Nick soon realized just how out of shape he was as he had to stop after just a few minutes. He also noticed how soft he'd gotten in his chest. He'd never had a gut of any kind, thankfully, but he definitely had small man boobs that jiggled when he run. They weren't huge but enough that he was a little self-conscious of them. At one point, a car honked at him as he ran -- the combination of the late evening darkness and his man boobs must have made the driver think he was a girl. Nick was slightly embarrassed but he kept at it.
But the run was a success and he managed to go, in stops and starts, for 30 minutes. When he got home he was quite sweaty and was standing in the bathroom drying himself off a bit when Melanie came into the doorway, wine glass still in hand. He saw that she hadn't changed out of her work clothes: she was still in the business skirt, blouse, and heels. He could see her reflection in the bathroom mirror and she had a strange look on her face -- she was staring at his ass.
"Mmmm, you look good in those shorts." she said. She had clearly had a few more glasses to drink and her inhibitions were lowered.
"Uh, thanks. They were good for running." Nick said, a little embarrassed. "They must've been my old ones. I found them in the spare bedroom."
"Oh, well you should keep wearing them. They give your ass a nice curve" and as she said this she licked her lips half-playfully but somewhat seriously. He noticed her long gaze staring at him.
"Hah, thanks. Funny thing is, the label says L-M, instead of M-L. If they're between medium and large, it should be M-L right?"
Melanie gulped her wine and burst into a small laugh.
"What is it?"
She stifled her laugh and said "Oh baby, those aren't your shorts. I bought those!"
"What!?!" Nick asked, looking at her still in the mirror.
"Nick, the tag isn't L-M for large, medium -- it's L-M for Little Miss. They're a line of workout shorts for girls designed to make your ass look sexy and give it a bubble curve." she smiled, still staring at him "and, honey, they work."
"They're women's shorts?!"
"No, they're girls shorts. I bought them thinking I could wear them after all the working out I did but my legs are too thick and, now that I'm working out, they're too muscular. You need soft, small legs to fit in them. Oh Nick..."
She stepped forward into the bathroom.
"Look at my legs" and with that she unbuttoned her skirt and stepped out of it, still in her heels, revealing red silk underwear and her powerful legs. Her legs had rippling calf muscles and her thighs were thick and firm. They looked like thick and tanned and the heels only accentuated the muscles popping out.
"Baby, I tried those on and could barely get them past my knees. I was going to donate them to my niece but I'm glad you were able to use them."
He was speechless he was so embarrassed. No wonder someone had honked at him while he was running: he was wearing girls shorts designed to attract male attention. He turned back to the mirror and turned to the side to try and see how his ass looked in those shorts. It was positively rounded and girlish.
As he did so, Melanie came up behind him and dug her hands into his ass cheeks. He was surprised by her aggression and strength and he made a soft noise of surprise.
Her form reflected in the mirror behind him and he was suddenly aware of how much bigger she was than him. The heels made her stand just over 6' tall to his 5'8 and her time at the gym gave her body a strength and thickness that he didn't possess. He felt dwarfed standing in front of her and completely vulnerable. She dug her hands into his ass with an animal passion and strength and he was taken aback by her aggression.
She shifted her hands to the front of his body, caressing his dick with one hand and pulling on one of his breasts with another. As she did so, she pushed her crotch into his ass. He could feel her wetness through the underwear.
