My Teeth Hurt
By GJ



Dear Readers: This story is strictly a work of fiction and any resemblance to
people actually living or dead, or actual situations, is strictly
coincidental. Enjoy

My Teeth Hurt

Ok, so this is my story. I recently traveled in South America , spending eight
days in the rain forest. Somehow, I contacted a rare disease that affected my
teeth. I was in such pain, I had to do something fast.... so I took the first
plane home. However, we had to land in a small airport in Illinois and that's
when the pain got unbearable. I walked over to customer service and asked if
they knew of a dentist close by. They gave me the name of a local
dentist.....Dr. Trenton. I was in a cab in five minutes and at the doctor's
office in eight.

The office was small but was decorated much to my liking. You see, I am wild
over women with huge, big, hard, sculpted muscles. Adorning the walls were
pictures of the most beautiful blond- haired muscle goddess. Her arms must
have been in the 17-18 inch range. Her quads were huge. I really was turned on
by her back. I could see ever muscle group in all its glory. OK so I sat there
in pain...but not that much pain... for I was sporting a huge hardon,
imagining licking her biceps and tracing up their peaks and down underneath to
clean those sweaty, fragrant arms.

Just as precum began to invade my boxers and drip down my leg, the door to the
examining room opened and SHE walked out. My God, can it be? Am I dreaming? Is
this for real? Yes, you guessed it right dear readers. It was the very same
muscle goddess who was in my very prurient thoughts. Can you believe..she had
on a short sleeved smock that exposed her incredibly huge arms...and I could
see tell tale hair in those pits. I looked up into her gorgeous face and
stammered, "Please help me , I can't stand the pain...my teeth they are
killing me.

Looking down at me, my savior, my Florence Muscleingale introduced herself.
"Hello, I am Dr. Adrienne Trenton, and if you come inside I will see what I
can do to help you." I resisted the temptation to retort with, " So why aren't
you in New jersey, Dr.Trenton?" I followed her inside, getting a great look at
her huge lats, v-tapered back, and incredible ass. I began to weep from joy,
or was it the pain? Soon I was sitting in the examination chair and Dr.
Trenton had positioned it so that she could get a better look at my mouth. As
she did, her huge ripe breasts rubbed against me. I shot my load. At least
something worked!

The muscle dentist probed and prodded each tooth and even took x-rays to
determine what couldn't be seen with the naked eye or her various tools. I was
in heaven, who cared what would need to be done....damn a guy would do
anything to get off....even come to a freakin dentist in the boonies. I could
discern her very animal scent. It was a combination of sweat, disinfectant and
body sexuality. Her phemorones were running rampant. I imagined she needed it
real bad, or at least I hoped that she did.

Leaving me, after a while, this to- die- for Muscle Doctor went into the next
room to get the x-rays out of the mixer. Soon she was back next to me pining
the small set of pictures to her shadow box. "Now. Let's see where the problem
is? Studying my photographic teeth representations she began to shake her
head. I looked at her massive back, as she did so. Her medical tunic actually
began to split from that simple action. Oh My God, Oh My God. I came again. I
could feel it oozing down my leg now...surely she would see this, but who
cared..this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Turning back to me, Dr. Trenton gave me the bad news( Now you know what's
coming right?). Well it looks like all your teeth have to be extracted. You
have some sort of virus that has traveled down into the root of each tooth and
I can even see it has affected your jawbone. Unfortunately, the teeth will
have to be removed today and your jaw will have to be broken and all the
damaged tissue removed and then wired back together. " No this can't be
happening, I need to get home. I have reports to prepare, I can't deal with
this. I made my way to stand when her muscular arm pressed me back into my
chair with no effort at all. I could see corded muscles running up and down
that arm as her triceps bulged in horseshoe bliss.

I looked up at her, with fear in my eyes. "Please let me go. I need to get on
that plane. I can take care of this when I land." This beautiful face, framed
in luxurious blond, silky hair came into view. I could smell her sweet breath
and gaze on her flawlessly tanned skin( How did she do that..it's winter in
this godforsaken place. "Sorry, she emphatically replied. I have to do this
now or the virus will seep into vital organs and you will die. I have to do
the extractions/surgery now. Don't worry. I have a very novel way of handling
this. It won't take long and I won't use any artificial painkillers. I will do
this totally in a natural way."

Then she walked away, and took off her tunic. "As I work on you, you can look
at me..it's obvious from the goo on your pants, that my huge muscles turn you
on. Here, feel my biceps." Both hands could never surround the circumference
of each of her arms. They were huge and like steel. "Open your mouth and stick
out your tongue", she ordered. I couldn't help myself..I was entranced. I
began to slobber my wet tongue all over those veined peaks. "Now I want you to
put your nose under my arm and sniff. Yessssssssss, ohhhhhhhhhhh
yessssssssssss!. I languished there smelling her raw power, her feralness.

Then suddenly, she trapped me on the peak of her right arm and began to squeeze
and flex. Up, down, up down, up, down. My jaw was being contracted like a car
that is put into one of those machines and comes out the size of a small box(
remember Oddjob doing that to Mr Solo in Goldfinger?) Then I heard a crack and
blood began to cascade down my mouth, turning her huge arm into a dam. It
retarded the flow of my face juice for a bit but then it built momentum and
flowed as magma from a fault plain might.

I was 80% out by now when Dr. Muscles lifted up my face and put something like
a mold or a form into it. Then she flexed her other arm this time, squeezing
it tighter and tighter until the mold had set around my teeth. "There now,
that wasn't so bad, I am going to extract all of them at once now. Put your
head up... to the left please." She flexed for me. Was I hallucinating or
what? Raising up her fist she commanded me to kiss it, which I hungrily did .I
could taste the rubber flavor of her glove. It turned red with gore
immediately. Satisfied now, she proceeded.

Looking into my lidded eyes, she thought aloud with, "Now I have to do this
just right." Then, bammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. She hit me with a powerful uppercut.
The result was twofold. First, all my teeth were driven into that special mold
and were embedded within it. Second she broke my jaw.... splitting it
perfectly down the middle, knocking it off its hinges. From that point on I
was out cold. She began to cut away the bad tissue that was threatening my
health with a small scalpel. The entire process was over quickly.

As I began to come awake, out of a dreamlike state...I could see Dr. Trenton
looking at me. Apparently her fist had hit me so hard, that my blood had
splashed all over her chest, arms and face. She then proceed to wire my jaw
back together. Now that hurt really bad, but she promised me a special reward
if I remained quiet and non-moving. Testing my face to see if my mouth lined
up properly, she was satisfied with her handiwork. As I lay there, lighted
headed from loss of blood and being beaten to a pulp...I pondered just what
her special reward would be.

I did not have long to wait!