Muscle Swap: She Took His Strength

By Mindi Flyth

Bear is a cruel and arrogant pro bodybuilder who enjoys pushing around Tiny, his skinny, cowering little wife. Their neighbor Cassandra is more than just the kooky wannabe psychic she seems to be, and when Bear annoys her once too often she casts a spell to rob him of his strength and give it all to his long-suffering spouse.

Muscle Swap: She Took His Strength is Mindi Flyth's latest dark and erotic transformation tale. We follow the sexist, bullying Bear as he suffers the perfect punishment for his many crimes. He now finds himself small, soft and helpless, looking up at a large and powerful Tiny who is in no mood to forgive.

The strong will fall, and the meek shall inherit the muscles!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mindi Flyth
• Release date: Apr 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386979968

Book preview

It was a hot and sticky Saturday afternoon and Bear, Jesse and Tug were spending the day on the back driveway at Bear's place, blasting '90s rap metal and taking turns doing reps on Bear's workout bench. As usual, Bear did most of the lifting while his friends stood near, whooping and hollering their encouragement.

Bear was right in the middle of benching 360 when his wife Tiny came hurrying out to the yard, her pale, pretty face tight with worry.

Bear, darling?

Bear set the barbell back, sat up on the bench and nodded to Tug to turn down the music so they could hear each other talk.

For fuck's sake, Tiny! I've told you never to interrupt me when I'm working out.

Tiny swallowed hard, not looking at Bear or his friends.

I know, Bear, darling. And of course I never would have bothered you, but...

Bear stood up from the bench and Tiny took a step back, cringing slightly. She was taller than he was, but nobody who saw them would ever question why he was called Bear and she was Tiny. Bear was a pro bodybuilder, thick and ripped all over, and Tiny was a fragile, willowy brunette with a trembling little voice that made every sentence she uttered sound like an apology.

It's Cassandra, Tiny said. You know, the girl with the psychic business next door? She came over to complain about the noise, and...

Bear laughed, shaking his head.

Jesus, that loony little wannabe witch again? Tell her I said that she can just hop on her fucking broomstick and ride it straight to hell.

Tiny hugged herself anxiously as she glanced back over her shoulder at the house.

Well, she said, I did try to explain to Cassandra how important it is for you to work out right now, while you're training for your next competition. But I'm afraid that she was really upset, and she said...

Just then the back door flew open, and Cassandra came stomping down the back porch steps and into the yard. She was wearing her usual black, lacy get-up, and her face was purple with rage.

Tiny looked around desperately, like she was trying to find a place to hide. Bear rolled his eyes.

Oh, for fuck's sake, he said to Tug and Jesse, just loud enough for Cassandra to hear as she came their way. Looks like the little witch bitch is back.

Tug and Jesse snickered as Cassandra faced them all down, her hands on her hips and her pale blue eyes eyes aglow with pure hate. Cassandra was kind of a babe underneath the weird eye makeup and the Stevie Nicks outfits, and Bear always enjoyed pissing her off.

Bear, she said, I have tried to reason with you before, many times. But it's obvious to me now that there's just no point. You're nothing but a nasty, obnoxious shithead.

Tiny made a little squeaking sound of alarm, like a mouse being stepped on. Tug and Jesse both held their breath for a moment, waiting to see how Bear would react.

Aw, Cassandra, baby, Bear said. That's not how pretty little gals like you are supposed to talk. What's got you so upset, this fine afternoon?

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