Debbie instinctively flinched at Mark's assault. She had been the victim of countless attacks from him over the years. She had become almost numb to them, almost. A small
part of her, it was deep inside of her, wished she had the strength to fight back. It always seemed ridiculous to her when she thought about it, but now a miracle had happened.

"Mark sweetie...You had better be careful, or you might break your hand when you hit me," she said, smiling at how silly it sounded. She looked down at her husband, DOWN AT HIM, reveling in this turnabout. She grabbed him by the base of his large neck. Mark was known around the gym as no-neck, his traps seemed to go right up to the base of his head. However, Debbie's large hand reached around it, and it felt small in her hands. Before she had transformed she could never get both hands around his neck. When she was forced to give him his daily massage, and never get one in return. Well, she would get one now. It would be the first of many.

"Get your hands off me bitch," Mark screamed, not used to be bullied.

Debbie just smiled at him as she used her weak arm, not that anything was weak on her now, to lift him up towards her right arm. She held him aloft like a child, he felt weightless to her, and she flexed her right bicep.

"You see that my dear," she pulled his face towards her enormous flexed bicep, it was twice as large around as his face.

"That my dear is just one of the many big reasons why you will never hit me again. Why, from now on, your life will become a living hell if you don't behave properly."

Mark snorted out a chuckle, "Debbie, you stupied cow, I don't know how this happened, but it won't last. And when it is over..."

Debbie became enraged, was this tiny man actually threatening her? SHE was now the powerful one, SHE was the one with the bigger muscles, and he had the balls to threaten her?