Fits and dreams

After an uneventful night filled with unpacking and decorating the last rooms in the house, the house was put together. Despite his protests over pizza, Amy demanded that Steven stay the night at her new place instead of heading back to his drab and practically empty apartment over an hour away. And in all honesty, it made quite a bit of sense. The house DID come with an extra bed, after all. And he was pretty tired from a full day of heavy lifting, hauling things up and down flights of stairs starting at 6 AM. So, with a sigh and a nod of approval, Steven chose to stay, drawing a cheer and a dance from his mom.

But as the night wore on, a thought lurked in the back of his mind. Something bothered him about this place, but he wasn't sure what. Was it how the house seemed to have so much tucked away in it? Or the fact that, with the overall estimated value, Charles didn't seem to mind that he was about to lose a place worth so much? As he fell into slumber, Steven shoved the thoughts out of his mind. Trying his best to let whatever it was not bother him.

A spotlight blasted to life as Amy knelt before Charles and his new arm candy as they laughed at her.

"Look how PATHETIC you are," the bottle blond tittered as her hand went to work underneath Charles' pants.

"Why did you hurt me, Charles?!", Amy screamed. "I gave you my life, my happiness, my everything! WHY?!"

With a snide smirk, Charles grabbed his floozy's top, tearing it off in one smooth motion before manhandling the bimbo's obviously fake tits.

"Because I could, you old bitch! I mean, LOOK at you! Can't even pick yourself up off the floor!"

"Of COURSE I can, Charles! Why are you-"

With a sudden jerk, Amy realized she was unable to move. And with a glance, she realized why: chains and straps, all tied down to the floor with enough weight and length to make even standing up impossible for her.

"When-?! How-?!"

"Well," Charles continued. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go and fuck Sherry here on some secluded beach in the Bahamas!"

"NO! DON'T LEAVE ME!"

"If you weren't so WEAK, you wouldn't need me to free you!"

And with that, Charles and Sherry walked away into the darkness, fawning and cooing over each other like lovebirds as Amy was left by herself, crying over her existence. Her feelings of worthlessness, of inadequacy, of weakness. Suddenly, a voice off in the distance cut through her sobbing.

"Amy?"

She picked her head up, straining to hear the voice.

"Stand up, Amy."

She thought she could recognize the voice. It sounded so familiar... But where...?

"Break these chains, Amy."

"Who's there? Hello?"

There was a pause as her voice echoed off into the ether.

"Stand, woman. You don't need Charles. There's someone else that needs you, and you need him."

She struggled with what the voice had said. "Someone that she needs"? That's when she looked down at her hand, and saw something there she had never noticed before: a bright, shiny ring. And with it, the memory of the man who gave it to her. Suddenly, she could feel something within herself. Something she hadn't felt in years: determination. She had to get back to him at all costs. She had to break these chains holding her down. Discard what was holding her to the past. Become strong enough for the both of them.

Sliding her feet beneath herself, she **** herself into a crouch. Then, with more effort than she had put into anything in years, she began to push herself up to stand. The strain was enormous, but she knew she couldn't give up. As every sinew in her body burned like a thousand suns, as every chain slowly drew tighter and tighter, she knew she couldn't stop. And inch by torturous, monstrous inch, she was able to lift herself that much higher. She screamed as loudly as she could, trying to silence the creaking, squealing metal that was trying to hold her in place, trying to keep her weak, trying to keep her away from the man she married. Until, with one last blast of unnatural determination, metal gave way to might, as straps popped, metal broke, and Amy was at last free.

Outside of her dreams, as Amy slept, she tossed and turned. Unaware that as she moved, the clothes she wore seemed to fit a little more loosely, and she moved with a little less effort than normal. Until she finally settled down, a giant smile on her face.

As Steven opened the front door to the house in his dreams, he was immediately met with the sound of clanking metal, and the unnaturally deep guttural grunts of someone pushing themselves to their limit. Which he knew meant only one thing.

"Honey? I'm home, and I brought dinner!"

Dropping the 5 bags of goods on the table by the front door, he made a beeline down the hallway towards the gym. As soon as his hand reached for the knob, the bestial sounds stopped.

"Babe? You okay."

He waited with baited breath, hoping she had actually heard him this time, hoping to not get a repeat of nearly getting brained by a barbell the last time he spooked her.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Come on in."

Opening the door, a cascade of heat washed over him. As he took stock of the room, he was sure of two things.

There stood the love of his life, all 7'4, 618 lbs. of muscular monstrosity that she was.

And that she was buck naked, showing off every vascular inch of her body as she flexed away in the mirror. A testament of will and dedication notarized with a metabolism that easily prevented her from putting on any excise weight except that 3% body fat which she had to purposefully put on.

"Damn, babe! You finally got the 10 pack you wanted! Great job!"

Beaming with pride, the redheaded titan turned towards Steven and unleashed a bright pearlescent smile that shined as bright as her glistening pale skin before putting her hands on her head and flexing her abs and thighs tightly.

"You think I'm ready for the show?", she rumbled, her voice low and somewhat thunderous.

Without giving her a single second to doubt, Steven rushed over to her, and slipping his hands around her head, pulled her into a kiss. As their lips met, she closed her eyes and broke her pose, slipping her arms around her husband as their mutual hunger for might kindled their deeper love for each other. Though they may have been married for only 3 years, their love for each other had not abated in the 6 years that they had been together. In the 7 years they had known each other, when she had thought that no one would want to be with an abnormal girl like her, one who desired strength to accompany every inch of height, Steven had come, obviously attracted to her but too shy to act until her 19th birthday when he asked her out. Helping her break out of her eating disorder, the windfalls they both acquired, everything. They were there through thick and thin. He, her heart and she, his pillar.

"You're gonna fucking OWN that show," he replied.

Bending down, she slipped one arm behind his legs, and with no effort on her part whatsoever, picked Steven up and cradled him as she proceeded to storm out of the gym.

"Okay, that's it", she commanded. "We're fucking, and we're fucking NOW!"

Knowing how working out always got her aroused, he just chuckled as she carried him up to their bedroom to go for attempt number 4 at trying to make a baby that day.

"You know I can never say no to you, Emily..."