She Wanted My Body (Prose Story)

She Wanted My Body

Written by SteeleBlazer

She said “I WANT YOUR BODY.”

And I thought I was in for a night of pleasure, but I never thought that when she said to me “I want your body.” she meant it in the literal sense.

By that I mean if you look at it verbatim and word for word, she wasn’t interested in carnal delights... Of which to be fair there were some and they were amazing, but rather she wanted my muscles. She wanted my size and my strength, or as she quite succinctly put it... She wanted my body.

You see I am a big man... Or rather I was a big man. I used to tower over people, and have the robust muscular physique that most men could only dream about and desire about attaining. While of course I knew women desired my muscular body too. I knew they wanted it... Just not in the strictly physical sense. I mean of course the physical carnal sense, just not the physical embodiment or attainment sense... It’s weird I know, but then again what happened to me was so damn weird.

I mean I always thought muscles were for men, and that men should be tall and rugged and strong. While women should be soft, small, and petite and perky... Ohhh, how I loved perky women!

But that all changed due to one night of a pleasure. That’s all it took to turn my life upside down, or rather me from living large, to well... Living small.

She was a real hottie, the kind of shorty that you know you’re going to have a lot of fun with, and we did have a lot of fun. Being with her was intoxicating. It’s tough to describe, but even just kissing was different. You hear people saying they were drunk on love, well being with her made me drunk on lust. The whole night I was in this foggy fugue state of euphoric carnal bliss. The more I touched her, the more I kissed her, and the more I fucked her the deeper and deeper I feel into that state.

I just wanted her more and more and more, and by the time I was to put it crassly “Balls Deep” in her, it was too late for me. I was in deep trouble you could say!

Looking back now, I realized I could feel myself getting weaker and weaker the more I was with her. Each kiss, each tender caress, and each pelvic thrust weakened me more and more. But,it all felt so damn good, I didn’t care.

I just kept going down the rabbit hole searching for pleasure, but I might as well just been going down a drain. I just didn’t fully realize what was at stake, what the consequences of my actions would be and so I kept going down that rabbit hole looking for pleasure, not aware that my life as I knew it, and my strapping muscular physique were going down the drain with me.

I gave her everything she wanted, and yet she kept screaming she wanted “more, more, MORE!” And so, I kept giving it to her, and I kept shrinking, and withering, my hard-earned muscular gains from a lifetime of working out eroded away second by second, pump by pump. And her screams of “more, more, MORE!” continued.

And as I was diminishing, she was growing. Her once petite frame expanded before my very eyes, her body hardened, and her muscles thickened and bulged. I wasn’t oblivious to this, but I was too drunk on lust to really bother. Obviously, I knew she was getting bigger and stronger, harder and firmer, but I also knew that the more she grew the better the sex was, the greater the pleasure and that was all I cared about. I didn’t really think about how much weaker I was feeling, how much weaker I was becoming. I just cared about feeling those blissful carnal delights and getting my fill of them, even if it meant it was making me empty.

So, I got weaker and smaller and she got bigger and stronger, and the sex got better and better. I don’t know how many times I came that night, but I know it was the most times I’ve ever cummed in a single night ever. And let me tell you guys something, that means a lot, as I’ve had so many wild and long nights.

A bit too much of a ribald detail... Perhaps, but believe me this was the best damn sex I’ve ever had.

However, nothing lasts forever and eventually I grew so weak that everything went hazy and I passed out due to exhaustion... Or at least I thought it was exhaustion at the time. But when I awoke, I learned the truth, that my strapping Adonis like physique had wasted away and atrophied to nothing more than just skin and bones.

That night I was drunk on love, or maybe it was lust, and when I awoke the next morning, I was in for the mother of all hangovers. I never felt so weak in my entire life... Mainly because I never was as weak as what I now was, I make a 100-pound weakling look buff. It took great effort and struggle to climb out of the bed and stand up. I was sore, I’m talking like getting run over by a Mack truck sore. Only it wasn’t a Mack truck that ran me over, it was the cute lil’ shorty, and she wasn’t so little or short anymore.

She was a hulking muscle beast of a woman, and I’m talking about muscles on muscles, and she really towered over me now. Not the least because I was now a five-foot nothing chump, but she had grown even taller than what I ever was, while I inversely shrank smaller and shorter than what she had been.

I can’t remember all that was said.

I just remember I asked her “What had happened?” and her laughing, and then I remember telling her “We have to find a way to reverse this!” and to “Fix this!”

But, all I got was more laughter from her, and that really pissed me of, I felt like she was ignoring me, ignoring my condition, ignoring my plea for help.

She can’t treat me like this, I’m a man dammit, and so I raged at her and shouted at her and I threatened her. I told her that “She better give me back my body or else!”

And do you know what she did.

Why she just laughed and completely ignored me. This was beyond humiliating, I’ve never been treated like this in my entire life, it was humbling.

I’d say it was belittling, but that was actually what she did to me the night prior. It was all so galling to be treated as being less than, and so incensed I ran up to her and started attacking her.

Not my proudest moment, and I don’t mean because I, a fully grown man was attacking a woman. Remember I’m now a shrunken and belittled man, attacking a really fully grown super-sized massively muscular woman. She just laughed off my feeble attempts to do her bodily harm and she flicked me away.

I mean that literally, as with just a finger she flicked me aside and I went tumbling down to the floor. To make it worse she just laughed and laughed some more. And while I was trying to get myself back up onto my feet, she helped herself to my clothes.

They were too small for her, the legs of the jeans rode up all the way to her calves and they were so thick that even though my jeans were boot cut, her calves split and ripped the bottom legs of the jeans. She also couldn’t buckle them and had to leave them undone.

Meanwhile my shirt, which was an XXL proved to be way too small for her. Her breasts were so big and bountiful that they stretched my shirt and left her rippling abs exposed. Her shoulders so massive and thick that they filled up the short sleeves of my shirt, and her back so wide and densely packed with muscles stretched the shirt to its limit. It was so tight that when she took in a deep breath the V-neck front split right down the middle giving way to her powerful pectorals and showing off some nice muscle cleavage.

The shirt was still so tight on her. Can you believe it, a men’s XXL shirt being way too tight on a woman? I’ve had girlfriends and one night stand floozies wear my shirts as nightgowns, and here she was wearing it and ripping out of it. For by now she had decided it was way too tight and restricting for her arms and shoulders. So, she brought her arms up into a flex and her muscles just burst right out of those sleeves, ripping and tearing and shredding the restrictive fabric away.

She was laughing at what she had done, and while the sleeves of her shirt... My shirt... Were now shredded and her arms completely bare, she just kept laughing and flexing and flexing and laughing. She was clearly enjoying herself, and heck from my own personal experience I know how good it feels to flex big strong muscles. And her muscles were bigger and stronger than what mine ever were, so I could only imagine just how good it must have felt for her to be flexing.

Her biceps had to be about the size of basketballs, and they looked so damn powerful. I could see all the engorged musculature bulging and rippling as she gave them a flex, and the way the veins pulsed and throbbed bespoke of an even greater power. I couldn’t help but wonder just how powerful she was, I mean she shredded the sleeves of my shirt with just a flex, what else could so do with those muscles?

What carnal delights did that fantastic muscular physique of hers hold?

Sadly, that’s an answer that I’ll never know. As she just smiled at me and thanked me for the good time last night and left.

As she was walking away, I did ask her “Why did you do this to me?” and she turned and said to me “I wanted your body?” and then she laughed and walked right out of my life.

She was truly a sight to behold. All those muscles, all that power, all that size and strength. And yet, she was still all woman. You might all think it strange that as wasted away as I was, I discovered I had one muscle that was still working and unlike the rest of my withered body it was still going strong. She was a muscle goddess and how I lusted for her. How I desired her.

I wanted her body... In more ways than one.

But, I was alone and sad. She had her way with me and left without any second thoughts or remorse. Maybe it’s a bit of poetic justice for all the women I’ve similarly left after such nights of passion. Still, I’ve never left them like this and while the women might have drained me in a manner of speaking... I was never drained like how she had drained me. She sucked me of my vitality, she drained me of my stature and strength and left me in a pathetic crumpled heap on the floor.

It was such a struggle getting back up, and when I did, I was naked and confused and scared.

I also didn’t have any clothes. She walked off with my shirt and jeans and my underwear no longer fit me. You would think being drained of your size and strength couldn’t get any more humiliating or belittling...

Well, you’d be wrong.

I had to wear her clothes out of the hotel room. And what’s even more humiliating and belittling, even her clothes were too big for me. As I walked back to my car, I just tried to keep my eyes on the ground. I couldn’t bring myself to look up and face the world, face the day, or even just face any of the people that were around.

Yet, still I was aware of the stares they gave me, I must have been a queer site. A shrunken withered man, wearing loose fitting woman’s clothes. I made my way as quickly as I could to my car, but in my feeble and pathetic state it took so much longer than what it should have.

My humiliation didn’t end upon reaching my car, for it took me several minutes of straining and struggling to get the blasted door open. It was so heavy now. And then I had to adjust the seat, and I found that I could barely reach the pedals, and I had to sit on my gym bag to see over the steering wheel. Something tells me that’s probably the only use I’ll ever get out of my gym bag now.

That night changed everything.

My whole life got upended, I was a tall, muscular, handsome man, and now what was I?

Who was I now? I always thought a man should be strong and powerful, but I knew I was never, ever going to be those things again. And while I always thought a woman should be smaller and weaker than a man, I must admit seeing her with all those muscles, she opened my eyes. She was the sexiest damn woman I’ve ever seen.

Which I guess is good in a way, because I’m so tiny now, that I’m way smaller and weaker than the average woman. I’m a real shrimp of a man, a regular wimp. And I find myself jealous and envious of even a normal woman’s size and strength. So, I guess it's good that strong women really turn me on now, because I’m so weak that all women are strong compared to me.

Thanks to that one night stand my whole world view has changed. Not that I would say I’m thankful for it, but it has changed my whole perspective on life. Least of all because everything and everyone is so much taller and bigger than what it was before, and it’s also not because I now struggle to do simple tasks. Opening a door can be a struggle for me now, heck I can’t even open a jar of pickles on my own anymore, and I need to use a step stool to reach the upper cabinets.

It’s not fun being short and weak, a strong gust of wind pushes me around, not to mention how I now have to scurry about when I’m walking in public. I’m always getting pushed about, jostled around, and just plain stepped on. It sucks being so short. I can’t even go out to movies anymore, because if someone sits in front of me, all I’ll see is the back of their head.

To think all of who I used to be, all of who I was, is gone because of a one-night stand. I just don’t think it was worth it. Sure the sex was great, hell it was amazing, it was the best I’ve ever had... And sadly, probably ever will have, as women just don’t seem interested in me anymore.

Oh sure, I still try to pick up women. But, it’s hard to pick up women, when I’m so tiny and frail that the women could easily pick me up.

They just don’t find me as desirable anymore. I doubt I’ll hear a woman utter to me “I want your body.” ever again.

So let my story be a lesson for all you men out there, let my tale serve as a warning. The next time you hear a woman say “I want your body.” remember they just might mean it literally...