Tammy - Teen Muscle Goddess
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 9


The next morning the morning newspaper had a small paragraph dedicated to the
death of a man found in a dumpster downtown. The article didn't say much nor
reveal the man's name. I sat the paper aside as I finished my breakfast.

Jim, my oldest brother came into the kitchen. "Good morning Tammy," he said,
cheerfully. "Good morning," I said back, not wanting to remind him to call me
mistress. I had a favor to ask and didn't want to upset him.

I waited for him to sit down with his bowl of shredded wheat and cup of
coffee. "Jimmy," I said putting a hand on his, "bring home some more of that
muscle growth serum Biomax has." He looked at me, then said, "Don't you think
you're already strong enough?"

He tried to lift his hand, but I held it firm against the table. I smiled at
him and said, "I'm not asking, I'm telling you; bring some more of the muscle
serum home. Also, to answer your question, no, I don't think I'm strong enough
or big enough." I watched as he nervously gulped. "I'll see what I can do,"
Jimmy said. I released his hand and patted it, "Good, thank you, Jimmy, I know
you can get hold of it."

He glanced at the newspaper that I had folded to the article about the death
of the man in the dumpster. Reading the paper upside down, he said, "Isn't
that near the gym you work at?" "Yes," I said, "I didn't know I worked in a
high crime area. I'll have to be extra cautious when I lock up at night." He
looked at me and smiled and said, "Yeah, right, the ones who need to be
cautious are the ones that would think they can take you on."

I chuckled as I got up from the table. I ran a hand over my six-pack abs and
said, "Don't forget the 'muscle serum', brother; I need to define these little
babies." I absent mindedly traced each muscles outline with my finger tip and
glancing at Jimmy thought he was going to dribble milk from his mouth as he
watched. I let my finger play down to my clit, and then laughed. "I'll see you
tonight," I said, and knew he watched as I walked to the pool to get some
morning sun.

Summer was nearing an end and I wanted to be ripped for my senior year of high
school, 'maybe not just ripped, but shredded', I thought. I could out lift
everyone at the gym, man or woman and wanted everyone at school to be
impressed.

I applied my lotion, rubbing the oil deep into the tissue while flexing and
admiring my muscles. I wanted to get a new haircut and would have to get ready
for work in a little while, but for right now, I enjoyed the warmth of the sun
and serenity and privacy of my backyard.

I must have nodded off, because when I woke, several clouds dotted the sky. I
went to my room and put on my Spandex shorts and a cutoff top that left my abs
exposed. I would just have time for that haircut.

The salon I go to is very near the gym. I parked in back of the gym and walked
to the rear of the hair salon. Luckily, Chloe didn't have a customer. "Hey,
Chloe," I said, "can you work me in?" Chloe went to school with Tim and I had
been going to her for the last several years, not that I paid that much
attention to my hair.

"Sure, Tam," she said, "you caught me between appointments. What can I do for
you?" "I don't have much time," I said, "so no wash today; can you just
shorten it up and give me something new and different?" "Not a prob, girl,"
she said, "Have a seat."

Chloe was a no-nonsense kind of stylist. She was also pretty open and spoke
her mind. "So how's that brother of yours?" she asked. "Tim?" I asked, "He's
fine, shy as ever." "Yea," she said, "when we were in school, I had a thing
for him, you know, but he didn't give me a second look." "That's Tim for you,"
I said. As she continued to work on my hair, she said, "I remember, some of
the girls talked about him, and I was always curious."

"Curious?" I asked. "Well, err, yeah, curious," she said, "curious as to how
well he was hung." I laughed and she laughed too. "Let me just say," I told
her, "that he's my big brother in more ways than one." And we both laughed
again.

"Is he seeing anyone?" she asked. "No, no he's not," I said, "Maybe you should
come by the house, I'm sure he'd like to see you." "Oh, I don't know," she
said, "it wouldn't be right for me to just drop by." "You'd be my guess," I
said. "That would be great, Tam," she said.

She continued to work in silence a few minutes while I watched in the mirror.
Chloe was quick and efficient. As she finished, she ran her hands along my
shoulders. "You look like you've been working out, Tam," she said. "Yeah, I'm
working this summer over at HB Gym," I said, "Howard lets me work out after
closing." She massaged my shoulders and said, "Whatever you're doing, it's
working." I smiled and stood up. I walked around the chair and held her close
as I kissed her allowing my tongue to explore her mouth and my hand to travel
down to her butt.

When we separated, I said, "I'm sorry, I'm running late and have to get to
work, but I'll give you a call and have you over and we can pick up where
we've left off." "That would be great," she said, "the haircut is on me with
the stipulation that you call." "Thanks, Chloe, I'll call, and who knows,
maybe you can check out Tim's 'package' for yourself," I said and laughed. She
smiled as I walked out the back door and down to HB Gym.

That night when I got home I found Jimmy and Monica on the couch in the living
room. "Did you get what I asked for," I said to Jim. He looked up and said
sheepishly, "Yeah, but do I have to get it right now?" "No, Jimmy, you can
take your sweet ass time," I said leaning forward and getting in his face,
"and I'll just sit in the corner and wait for you and Monica to get done
screwing around." I reached out and bunching his T-shirt, hauled him to his
feet.

Glancing over his shoulder at Monica who sat stunned on couch, he mumbled,
"I'll be back in a minute." I walked him into his bedroom and let go of his
shirt. "Come on," I said, "the sooner you give me my shot the sooner you can
get back to Monica."

Retrieving a syringe from his backpack by his desk, he removed the protective
cap. He took a belt from his closet and fashioned a tourniquet. My vein
responded and he slowly injected the 'serum' into my vein, and then released
the belt. Jim replaced the cap over the needle and dropped it back in his
backpack.

He looked at me questioningly and I said, "Go, go be with Monica, I'll be
alright," and I went to my room as he headed back to the family room.

I felt warm and 'tingly' as I stripped off my shorts and top. At the sink in
the bathroom I splashed some cool water on my face and toweled my face dry.
Admiring my new haircut in the bathroom mirror, it felt as if the room tilted
for an instant. I put a hand on the counter for support thinking we might be
having an earthquake, but the tilting sensation was short lived. When I looked
at myself once again in the mirror, it looked as if I had gotten taller. I
straightened up and flexed my right arm.

'Holy cow,' I thought as my bicep swelled. Not only was my bicep larger, but
the triceps was also pumped. As I brought my arms out in front of me, the
striations in my chest deepened and my trap muscles exploded. 'Now that's what
I'm talking about,' I thought.

Stepping back I looked at my quads. The muscles were definitely more defined
with thick veins crisscrossing them. I tightened my abdominals and was pleased
to see that my former six-pack was now a super-defined eight-pack. 'Awesome',
I thought as I took in the goddess looking back at me from the mirror.

I padded to the family room and Jim and Monica were wrapped in each other's
arms on the couch kissing. Jim's back was towards me, but Monica glanced up as
I entered and pushed Jim away, as she let out a gasp. "Tammy, what, I mean,
how," she stammered. Jimmy swiveled around to see what Monica was talking
about. When he saw me, his mouth opened slightly but nothing came out.

I stopped in front of the pair and with my hands on my hips said, "Well, what
do you think?" Both stared open mouthed, but then Monica finally managed to
say, "You're awesome." "Thanks, Monica," I said, "And what about you, Jimmy,
what do you think of your little sister now?" "I, ahh, think you're awesome
too," he said. "Good," I said stepping away from the pair, "Take off your
clothes." They looked at each other, but said nothing and quickly shed their
clothes. Jim's erection sprang forward as he stepped out of his underwear. I
wrapped my hand around his shaft.

"Monica," I said, "get on your knees and service your mistress." I began to
stroke Jimmy's cock as Monica knelt and lapped at my clit. She fingered my
labia as her tongue explored my clit. I increased my motion and Jimmy began
making a mewing sound, then erupted sending his semen onto my hip.

"Lick that shit off me," I told him and he sunk to his knees to lick his cum
from my hip and leg. Once done he joined Monica in lapping at my pussy. "Hmm,
that's good you two," I said and then I sent a torrent of cum into their
waiting mouths. They lapped greedily before their mistress.

Satiated, I looked down at my brother and his girlfriend. I had quenched my
immediate need to climax but still felt 'amped', probably due to the recent
shot of 'muscle serum'. "I'm going out for a while, be ready to service me
when I come back," I told them.

Back in my room I stretched my Spandex shorts over my massive quads, the
material fitting like a second skin. I found a top that fit, barely, but I
knew I would need more clothes.

I drove aimlessly, not knowing what or who I was looking for. I stopped at a
traffic light and as I waited for the light to change, a dark colored car
pulled through the intersection and stopped along the far curb. The car
stopped only for a minute and as it pulled away, a man retreated to the
shadows. Once the light changed, I made the turn and pulled to the curb where
the dark colored curb had been.

The man approached my car and I rolled the passenger side window down. "What
do ya' need, man?" he asked, not really looking into the car, but keeping his
eye on the street. "Need, man?" I repeated and he then glanced in the car.
"Oh, say, bitch, what's a fine girl like you doin' in this neighborhood?" he
said. "I saw you standing here," I said, "and had the urge to stop." "He-he,"
he chuckled, "urge to stop, I like that."

"What else do you like," I asked. Now I had his attention and he rested his
forearm on the window frame. His deep set eyes, I knew, were checking me out
trying to read whether I was a cop or what the gimmick was. "What do you
need," he repeated.

I flashed him a smile and said, "What I need is what you have in those jeans
you're wearing." "What's the catch," he asked, still not sold. "No catch, but
if you're into boys, I understand," I said, "I've obviously made a mistake."
"Whoa, hold on," he said, "I'm not into boys, I'm just tryin' to be careful."
"Me too, sugar, you do have protection, don't you," I asked. "Yeah," he said,
"I always carry a rubber with me." "Well then, hop in," I said.

He opened the car door, got in and I drove away. "Where to?" I asked. He
directed me to a sleazy motel that he said a friend of his managed. 'Probably
a place he could shoot up,' I thought as we pulled in. He ran into the office
and came back out with a key.

We drove to the room which was near the back of the parking lot. He had the
door open before I was out of the car. He held the door as I walked past him
into the room, looking around. I knew he only held the door so he could check
out my ass. The place was a dump, but it would serve my needs.

I turned to him and looking into those deep set eyes one more time and said,
"Get undressed." He fumbled with the buttons on his shirt so I ripped it open.
He looked up into my smiling face. "You look like you needed some help," I
said. He began to unbutton his jeans and I peeled my shirt over my head. As he
looked up, his breath caught. "Damn, you're built like a guy," he said and I
laughed. "I can assure you, I'm all woman," I said as I peeled the Spandex
shorts down my quads. I laid my clothes on top of the dresser.

Now looking at me naked, he licked his lips. "Lay on the bed, stud," I said,
and he nearly jumped on the bed. His cock was semi erect and I was happy that
it was a better than average size.

I stood at the end of the bed, raised my arms and put my arms in back of my
head. "Do you like women with muscles?" I asked. He didn't answer at first,
but then said, "Yea, I guess." I chuckled and said, "You've never seen a woman
with muscles, have you?" "No," he said softly. "Well," I said, "Don't worry,
you're in good hands," and I went to the side of the bed and took his cock
between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it. "Ow!" he said, "That hurts."
I loosened my grip and gave his penis two, three, then four strokes. Now fully
erect, I said, "You're not going to come until your mistress says you can, do
you understand?" A concerned look crossed his face.

I stepped onto the bed and straddled his hips, looking down at the thin man.
"Have you ever eaten pussy?" I asked. He nodded. "Good," I said and stepped
forward so I was now straddling his chest, "You're going to eat my pussy and
when I come, you're going to drink all of my juices, do you understand, and I
don't want you playing with yourself while you're busy." He immediately
withdrew his hand from his cock. I didn't even have to look.

Slowly I lowered myself so that my clit was but a half inch from his mouth. He
lifted his head from the pillow. 'Eager,' I thought, 'that's good.' I lowered
myself further and he began to kiss and tongue my clit. 'Eager,' I thought
again, 'but sloppy. Not as considerate as Monica and Jimmy.'

I knew he had his hand on his penis so I reversed my position so that I was
now facing the foot of the bed. "I told you not to play with yourself," I
said, and lowered my pussy so that it covered his mouth, his nose in my crack.
Reaching forward, I knocked his hand aside and palmed his shaft. He began to
buck frantically as he lost air. I stroked his member, and then raised my
pelvis from his face. He gasped for air.

I continued to masturbate him and his breathing became more rapid. I knew he
was about to climax, so I lowered my pelvis once more until he began slapping
the sides of my quads. I barely felt his slaps.

I continued this routine twice and he came the third time I let him have air.
His semen dribbled over my knuckles onto the bedspread. "I told you not to
come until I told you it was OK, bitch," I said sternly. I squeezed lightly
and he said, "Ow, please, that hurts." "Aw, does little baby's dick hurt?" I
asked, mocking him. I pulled up and he raised his hips from the bed as far as
possible trying to find some comfort. "I could probably pull this off, you
know," I said. "No, please don't, stop, you're hurting me," he pleaded.

"You need to get to work, bitch," I said, "You haven't gotten your mistress
off yet and believe me, when I haven't gotten satisfied, all hell will break
lose." I lowered myself once again and he eagerly licked and tonged my clit.
Again she slapped at my thighs, but his slaps were coming more infrequently
and I ground down with my pelvis as I neared climax. I applied more pressure,
bearing down, rocking my hips back and forth.

With a shutter, I climaxed. "Ahh," I said aloud in relief. I climbed off the
bed and bent near his nose listening for his breath. He was alive, but he was
breathing shallowly, his face now bathed in my juices.

I kicked his pants, which were on the floor with my toe and a baggy with drugs
fell out. I bent and turned the pants over. I roll of money was in one pocket,
a wallet in the other. Looking in the wallet, I found a condom, several credit
cards and a driver's license in the name, Ronald Miller. I was careful not to
leave finger prints. I neither touched the money nor the drugs, but wiped down
the license and wallet.

'What should I do with Ronnie,' I thought, 'I can't very well call the
paramedics or let him walk out of here'. As I stood there thinking about this,
I caught my reflection in the dresser mirror. I stepped in front of the mirror
and flexed my muscles, running through a routine that any bodybuilder would
have been proud of. I mussed my hair admiring the cut that Chloe had given me.
I looked forward to making love to her. 'Damn, I look good', I thought. Broad
shoulders and chest, tapering to a narrow waist and hips, then flaring to
massive thighs.

'I'm sorry, Ronnie, but I've got to kill you,' I thought, 'with any luck, the
police will think it's a drug related killing. I can't spend my senior year in
some lock-up.' I pulled him off the bed onto the floor. I then sat on his
chest and doubling my fists, hit him as hard as I could on the right side of
his jaw. Blood flew from his mouth as well as several teeth. I hit him with a
left, this time near the temple. As I pummeled him a second and then a third
time, I found myself getting more and more excited. His face was a bloody
mess.

Dismounting his chest, I leaned against the foot of the bed and wrapped my
arms around his torso. He was thin and his ribs were prominent. I squeezed and
was rewarded with a 'snap' as one, then two ribs cracked. 'This is fun', I
thought, as I pushed him away from me, doubling him over, I hit him with a
couple of short jabs to the kidney.

Now lying flat on his back, I again listened for a breath sound and heard
none. I felt for a pulse in his neck but found none. 'That's it, Ronnie,' I
thought. I got up and went to the bathroom. 'The toilet is gross', I thought.
I lifted the seat using my big toe and stood in front of the bowl. With my
fingers on either side of my labia, I was able to direct my stream into the
toilet. 'My brothers would be proud', I thought, 'I didn't even get any on the
floor, not that one could tell in this dump'. I showered, wiping surfaces down
with the wet towel.

I pulled on my shorts and top, then took one last look around the room just to
make sure everything was as it was when we entered, everything that is except
for Ronnie's body, drugs and money lying on the floor.

Glancing around before stepping out of the room, I didn't see anyone and I
walked the few feet to my car and drove home.

I felt that some evil Genie had just been released. One that I enjoyed. I knew
I'd sleep well tonight. I smiled to myself, the 'new improved Tammy Connors'.