The Muscle Bound Client
By Muscle King



I'm a male sports massage therapist. I have my own clinic where I do deep
tissue massage to mostly athletes. It was about 7:00pm and I was closing down
the clinic when in walks the most beautiful, drop dead gorgeous girl I had
ever seen. She had the face similar to Jennifer Love Hewitt, but even more
stunning. She looked like she was in her early 20's. Looking at her up and
down, she had on a thin, pink haltered shirt that showed medium sized breasts
with no bra to cover her nipples poking through the material. Over the shirt
she had on an unzipped jacket. She had on some tight fitting jeans and thongs
on her feet with purple colored toenails. The perfume she was wearing was
starting to get me aroused...and she hadn't even said anything. She moved
some of her brown hair around her right ear that reached down to her shoulders
and put her purse down on the counter in front of me. "Hi. Are you still
open?" she asked. I was still staring at her, trying to break through the
trance I was in. Snapping myself out of it, I said, " Well, I was just closing
up the clinic."

"Oh, really. I was hoping I could get a deep tissue massage because my whole
body is really tight." I hesitated, thinking it over. But I was very tired and
just wanted to go home. "Sorry. But I really don't have much energy left for
another massage. Maybe if you could come back tomorrow..." "No. It's not
something I can wait another day for" She paused, looking down with her cheeks
dimpling as she considered something. Looking up at me, she said in a soft and
sensual voice, "I can make it worth your while". I shook my head. "Look. This
is a professional clinic. I don't do that sort of thing with my
clients...even with ones as attractive as you." I could see a quick smile
form on her face. "No. It's not what you think....Here, let me show you." And
she proceeded to walk into the massage room. Curious, I followed her in there.
She turned around in the room that was bathed in low light. "Do you like girls
who are....muscular? I mean, very muscular?" I could feel my crotch starting
to get tighter. "Well, actually I do. Why?" "Well, because I am. I have this
condition of unusually high amounts of muscle cells. More than normal which
I've used in local bodybuilding shows. People think I'm on steroids, but they
just don't know about my condition." I looked at her with a critical eye, and
didn't believe one word she said. She looked to have a toned body of a fitness
competitor, but a bodybuilder she was not. "Ok. That's nice. Now I'll have to
ask you to leave..." "You don't believe me, do you? It's ok. Watch this!" She
closed her eyes and started breathing quicker and tensing her body, curling
her hands into fists over and over again. I thought she was a beautiful nut
case, so put my hand on her arm and felt her arm beneath the jacket to be
almost hot. I thought it was my imagination, but her arm also felt to be
growing bigger with muscle. I took my hands off and stepped back. She opened
her eyes slowly, smiling as she looked at me. Her breathing getting deeper.
"I'm going to need to borrow your jacket after this." She turned around, and
through off her sandals. She raised herself on her toes, and started pumping
her calves up and down. All of a sudden, I saw horeshoe calf muscles pressing
against her pant legs. She stopped pumping them and just stayed raised on her
toes. The calf muscles just kept getting bigger, and deeper, slowly ballooning
outwards, continually pushing on her jean pant. Pushing,pushing,pushing.....
until, "rrriiipp", both calves burst into view, ripping through the jeans. The
ripping continued up past the back of the knees and the calves mushroomed out
of the tear, pushing back the material.

Lowering herself back on her feet, she started flexing her glutes that were
already straining the material on both sides of her dimpled ass. One more flex
and grunt, and both sides of her rippling ass broke through. She continued to
flex as her ass just stood out more with striated muscle. "Now, that's what
you really call, 'buns of steal'." She said over her shoulder smiling. She put
her hands on her waist carefully. "Come over here and get a close up look at
this." I obediently went quickly over. My cock was rock hard and was going to
explode at any minute. "Put your hands on my back and caress it. The more you
feel it, the bigger it'll get" she giggled. She breathed in, and then exhaled
while flexing her lats. I felt them begin to expand on their own. They were
not only expanding outwards, but my hands were being pressed back towards
myself as they were getting thicker. The jacket got tighter, with both lat
muscle slabs pushing away from each other. The horizontal creases in the
jacket got more pronounced and deeper until a slight ripping could be heard.
It started at the middle of her back exposing her thick, muscular back. I
couldn't resist myself, and bent over and kissed the exposed muscle. She let
out a sigh, and with that the ripping intensified, opening up more to show me
more of her muscular back and now lats. I started massaging her bulging
trapezius muscles that came half way up her neck. The tear went all the way
down her back until in split the jacket in half. "Wow." She breathed. "I've
never experienced this type of growth before. Let's see where it takes us.
Keep doing whatever it is your doing." She strained her lats, which responded
by growing outwards even more which pushed her arms away when she relaxed
them. I then began massaging her neck that was getting thicker. She enhanced
this by going into trap flex. I saw the boulders on both sides of her neck
grow before my very eyes with veins popping up. She turned around and looked
at my throbbing crotch. "We'll have to relieve you soon." she smiled. She
stuck her right leg out, and flexed her quads which burst out with a loud and
quick tearing noise. I saw a huge pillar of muscle of deep quad muscle. She
held out her left leg and told me to feel it. It was hot to touch. The jeans
were near the ripping point without her flexing it. The quad muscle was
pumping up all it's own. As I increased my caressing, I saw small tears appear
around the leg of the jeans. With each beat of her heart, a new tear would
appear and an old one would grow larger. I started licking muscled flesh in
between the tears, and was greeted with a continuous ripping of material. She
then flexed her quads, and this time, it just exploded out showing me a much
larger set of musclular thighs. She then flexed both legs sending more
expanding muscle out to both sides that went all the way up her legs to tear
the top of her jeans to pieces.

"You won't mind if I take a protein break, do you?" She then unzipped my fly,
and put her mouth around my cock. That's all it took, with a shudder, I came
the most I ever have. She drank all of it. "Now, for the grand finale" she
purred. Standing up, she flexed her abs. Churning them into heavily muscled 6
packs. I started kissing them, and saw each pack bulge outward to my tongue. A
deep line went down the middle of them, getting deeper with every lick. They
became so big, they would put any male bodybuilder to shame. I was not in
control of myself anymore. I started massage her breasts that were mostly made
of rock hard muscle. "More" she moaned. "I want bigger breasts" With that, she
put both hands together and began to flex her chest. Her pecs surged towards
me. Her nipples now erect. My head was being pushed away from her chest by her
layers of muscle that continued to expand and harden. Her tits were rock hard
and looked like she could flex them through the wall. I raised myself to feel
her shoulders. I saw my fingers getting wider apart as I held them underneath
the barely intact jacket. Delts the size of softballs, turned the size of
bowlingballs. The sides of the shoulder area ripped wide gashes on both sides
showing me the emmense size all 3 heads of her enourmous shoulders. They made
her look like a football player, but without the padding. I kissed her mouth,
and she responded with her tongue. I felt her rock hard dimpled ass, and felt
it get harder under my touch. She flexed it, and this time felt my hands go
farther out. She broke the kiss, and with the her right arm at 90 degrees,
flexed her forearm. I began stroking it, then kneading it. "Oh,yesss" she
moaned. Again, her beefy forearms screamed to be let free. She started pumping
it, the jacket sleeve looked like it was part of her skin, after the second
pump heard a gratifying "rrripp" that occurred next to the elbow. Keeping it
flexed, the tear snaked its way down toward her hand. I began to tire of
kneading her forearm because of it being so hard. Plus, I now had to use both
hands to be able to grasp the blood engorged forearm. With the expanding
forearms,came bigger veins that wound it's way around the lower arm. Keeping
the fist, she slowly curled her arm. What I saw was in slow motion. I looked
at her and saw her breathing hard through half lidded eyes like she was in
sheer ecstasy. I looked back at her arm, now a quarter of the way curled. And
reached out to grab the growing bicep and it grew higher. The triceps were
pushing down causing the familiar crease in the jacket sleeve. Now I put both
hands around her arm and started squeezing. She started breathing heavier.
"Yess.Mmmmmm" With all my might, I pushed down hard with both hands,
sandwiching her bicep, squeezing it together. That's all it took. "RRRIIIPP"
Like Mt. St. Helens, I watched it erupt through the material ... and keep
pushing upward until the gash was so big, it tore the entire sleeve off at the
shoulder.

"Bigger" she whispered. With each pump, it grew a little more. I looked
quickly for measuring tape. Found it, and wrapped it around her arm. It read
23". I couldn't believe it. But she was caught up in her own muscle rapture,
and asked me to kiss it. Which I did. She put all the exertion she had into
the pumps now and I saw her bicep get even more peaked. Like an erection of
muscle, it pulsated up. Her triceps were now huge. One thick 'U' shape. I
wrapped the measuring tape around the bicep and it read 25". I kept it there
with one hand and told her to give it one more intense pump. Caressing her
bulging bicep seemed to help, because another surge of muscle came with it,
and it ballooned out another couple inches, snapping through the tape. Both of
us were now caught up in this muscle lust. So with her other arm, she repeated
the same thing and this time watch it burst through her jacket, rippling and
growing with each slow curl. She milked it even harder than the last. I put my
mouth on the peaked bicep, and felt the top of it go into my mouth. "Ooooh my
god. Yesss." It surged up and I felt the growing peak slam into my mouth even
harder. I then stepped back and watch her flex for me.

She put her foot on the table flexed her huge calf. I started kissing it, and
saw her foot sink even deeper into the table. The calf muscle quivered with
life of its own as her diamond calves thickened and bulged, then with a grunt,
the foot broke through the table with a splintering of wood. "Oh, I'm so
sorry." Knocked out of her reverie, she stared at the gaping hole she caused.

"It's ok." I whispered. "It was worth it." She gave a sly look. "In that
case...tell me what you think of this." She picked up a chair from the
waiting room that had steal legs, and then proceed to bend them with one hand.
Putting the chair against her rock hard breasts. She flexed her pecks. Nothing
happened. "I think I need some help from you". I was only too quick to oblige.
I went in front of her and the chair, and began caressing her beefy lats.
"Aaaaahh.mmmmmm." A crackling started getting louder and then both tits burst
through the wooden backing of the chair. "Here's my last demonstration". She
walked over to the steel doorknob with all her muscles dancing in what looked
to be a symphony, and put her bicep up until it pressed against the door knob.
Then, she in a carefully measured flex, started making it grow into a ball and
dig into the door knob. The bicep started getting veins in it and the steel
caused resistance making it grow even more. I got behind her and reached over
to feel her tits so that she could get additional growth. With a strained
grunt, there was a screeching of metal. The door knob looked like putty. When
she straightened her arm, I saw an upside down 'U' where the door knob used to
be. "A little gift from me to you". She looked down again and gave a short
laugh. "I think you could use some.... uhh .... relief." I looked down and saw
that my cock was throbbing again. An idea formed in my head. "Well then why
don't I give you my own personal massage." I waited until she had gotten up on
the table laying face up. The table creaked a little from the weight of all
her muscles. I proceeded to massage her pec muscle which she flexed for me,
then her biceps watching as she curled them into a mountain of peaking muscle.
I took off my pants, got on top of her and started stimulating her clitoris
which started off spasms that rocked her entire muscular frame. "Mmmmmmmm" I
then entered her. She flexed her butt muscles and I felt her going up and down
on her own without ever moving. I was ready to let go of my cum....but before
I could, she clamped down with her vaginal muscles and held it. "Let's make it
last" she moaned. I licked her nipples that grew to a sharper point. Her
breasts bulged out like two mountains. Flexing them, caused an immediate
eruption of muscle bounding on top of one another towards my eagerly awaiting
mouth. Sucking on them, she released the pressure on cock. She opened her
mouth wide, "Ahhhhhhh" She gave me a double bicep flex. "NOW....GIVE IT TO
ME!!!" she yelled. On cue, she looked at her flexed biceps and saw an
ejaculation of additional muscle growth spurting from her already peaked
biceps, "mmmmmmm" I pumped her as hard as I could and felt her massive legs
wrapping around me and squeezing the air out of me. Luckily, she saw what she
was doing and let go or she would of broken some ribs. She instead wrapped her
legs around the sides of the table and squeezed. Reaching the climax, I could
barely reach her pussy through her ever expanding thigh muscles. At the end,
the table was crushed together in a ear wrenching splintering of wood from her
legs. We dropped to the floor, with me landing on top of her. I looked at her
now and saw her rippling with muscle, even bigger than before. "Oh my god!
Look at how big I am."

Looking at me with a smirk. "So, do you believe me now." I smiled and nodded
my head. "Yes. But I still can't believe how big you got." "Well, since we
became such good friends so quickly, why don't you give me a call tomorrow and
we can really put my genetics to the test" With a laugh, she kissed me on the
lips.

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