Genie - Part 23
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of Genie, a young muscle maiden, and her life as she comes of age.


And as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but think that I loved my
transformation.

Early that summer, I drove into town stopping at the swimsuit shop to visit
Marcia. After chatting a few minutes I asked if she knew where I could get a
'catsuit'. I had read about them and thought the fans of Alicia and I might
"get off" on seeing me in one. We always had to inovative and fresh in our
performances.

'I could make you a catsuit,' Marcia said, 'I just need to take some
measurements.' 'That would be fine,' I said and shed my skirt, blouse and
sandles. 'Oh, my, Genie,' she said, 'I haven't seen you a while, you've
grown.' 'Thank you,' I replied, 'I have gained a little muscle and have been
working on my definition, can you tell?' 'I'd have to be blind not to tell,'
she said, 'and even then, all I'd have to do is rub my hand over your
muscles.' As she was saying this she was rubbing my arms and shoulders. My
vein's seemed to jump with her attention.

Marcia took my measurements and as she was measuring my inseem, her hand
lingered at my clit. 'Go ahead, Marcia, you may play with it,' I said. She
fingered me and stimulated my clit which stiffened at her touch. 'Take me in
your mouth, Marcia, make me come,' I told her. She did, teasing my clit
between her lips and pulling on it gently. It wasn't long before I exploded.

'Marcia, you give great head,' I breathed heavily, 'you certainly know how to
please me'. She looked up at me with my juices dripping from her face and
smiled. 'Just the fact that I can get you off pleases me,' she said.

Measurements completed, I got dressed and headed home. I noticed I needed gas,
so I stopped. It was one of those self-serve places, so I got out of my truck
and went in and gave the attendent $40 and told him what pump I was on. He was
a small guy, maybe in his early thirties, sitting on a stool. As I walked in I
thought he was going to fall off his stool. He couldn't keep his eyes off me,
but I couldn't fault him for that.

I filled up and went back to the office for my change. 'Change on one,' I
said. Never taking his eyes off me, he opened the register and took out the
change I had coming. 'Say', he said, 'are you a professional athlete or
something?' I smiled, 'no,' I said, 'just a dedicated weightlifter. Do you
like big muscle women?' 'Sure,' he said, 'who doesn't?'

'Yes,' I thought, 'who doesn't?' So I said, 'would you like to see the muscle
girl of your dreams?' 'Sure,' he said again. 'Where does that door go,' I
asked, pointing to a door to the left of the man on the stool. 'That goes to
the storeroom, why?' he asked. Without answering I turned and locked the
office door and turned the 'OPEN' sign around to read, 'CLOSED'.

'Come on,' I said and opened the door to the store room. Inside the windowless
room, it was dark, but I could make out crates of cigarettes, candy bars,
bottled water, soda pop and other items that they sold in the little mini-mart
that was attached to the office. I flipped on the overhead lights. That's when
I noticed that this guy was barely five foot tall.

I began to unbutton my blouse, taking my time. The little man, perhaps
impatient or turned on by the thought of my muscles, rushed forward and ripped
my shirt open, popping off the last two bottom buttons. 'Hey!' I said, 'what
the hell do you think you're doing?' I pushed him back. He straightened up and
said, 'Come on baby, let Mikey show you a good time,' and began to unbutton
his pants exposing himself. 'Look, Mikey,' I said, 'stay away from me; I don't
want to hurt you.'

Not seeming to take my gentle shove as a warning, he came at me again, trying
to pull my skirt down. This time I grabbed him by the throat and lifted him
off the ground, bringing him to eye level with me. Now I could see the look in
his eyes that I loved; fear. It was a rush for me.

With my free hand, I ripped his shirt off and stripped away his boxer shorts.
He was now naked and losing air rapidly so I tossed him aside. As he was
trying to gain his breath, I unbuttoned my skirt and removed my blouse folding
both garmets, laying them aside on a stack of boxes. 'Now, Mikey, what do you
think of me,' I asked as I stood with my hands on my hips. I looked at myself
and thought, 'damn, I've come so far from when I started my muscle
transformation.' I began to rub my chest and abs, admiring the way the muscles
and veins jumped at my touch. I was so engrossed in exploring my body, I
almost missed Mikey edging closer to the door.

'What's the matter, Mikey, not enjoying the show?' I asked, and stepped
between him and the door cutting off any escape. 'Stand up, Mikey, let's see
that pathetic package you're sporting,' I said and nudged him with the toe of
my sandle. He didn't stand up immediately, so I said, 'Look, we can do this
the easy way or we can play rough, it's up to you, but keep in mind, I like to
play rough and I always get what I want.' I smiled down at him and he slowly
dragged himself to his feet.

I looked at the little man. He really was small, both in height and in the
cock department. What a waste. 'Mikey, I got to tell you, my clit is bigger
than that cock' I said. He blushed and opened his mouth about to say
something, but thought better of it. I held my clit between my forefinger and
thumb and stroked it slightly. It did appear bigger. 'Get on your knees and
suck my 'she-cock', Mikey, let's see if your mouth works better than that limp
dick of yours,' I said.

I think he was about to protest again, but got on his knees before me. He
tongued my clit once, twice and a third time, but I could tell he had no idea
how to please a woman let alone a muscle goddess like me. I looked down at the
little man, 'OK, OK, you can't even please a woman with your tongue. You're
useless, Mikey,' I said.

I grabbed him by the back of his hair and pulled him to his feet. With a hand
on each side of his body I layed him on a couple of cartons and straddled his
face. 'Let's see if I can teach you how to please your muscle goddess,' I
said, 'make your tongue as rigid as you can, little man, then face-fuck me
until I tell you to stop.'

He probably tried his best, but I could barely feel him as I rode his face. I
was aware of his muffled cries. I reached forward and stroked his penis with
thumb and forefinger bringing it to an erection. Then I grasped the shaft in
my hand and the head wasn't even visible above my closed fist. 'Damn,' I
thought, 'he really does have a short cock.'

I stroked, gently at first, then once I felt his cum on my palm, stroked more
vigorously. Unfortunately, I must have been squeezing too hard for soon there
was blood on my fingers as well as his cum. I clenched my massive thighs about
his head and soon the muffled sounds from Mikey faded and died.

Finding a rag, I wiped my hand and inner thighs. I checked for a pulse and
finding none, wiped down any surface I had touched. Thinking I should make
this look like a robbery, on my way out of the gas station, I took the money
from the register. Not because I needed money, Alicia and I had done quite
well with our dominatrix video business, but just to make it appear that Mikey
had died as a result of a robbery.

Not seeing anyone at the pump islands, I got in my truck and drove home. As I
drove I thought about how I had changed, not just physically, that
transformation was awesome, but changed emotionally.

I no longer wanted sex merely for its sensation or pleasure, but for the
control and dominance it afforded me. I love rough sex, destroying my sexual
partners and I was becoming a master at it. I get turned on just thinking of
it.

To be continued ...