A Trip to the Dentist 
by Paul Schilling (HALFAHUBINC.@AOL.COM)
WARNING: A trip to your health club may result in a loss of a tooth 


     My whole problem started with a slight phobia of going to the dentist and a fetish for
muscular women.
     I first met Julienne in high school. When she flexed her arm, and that hard ball of
muscle rose from her silky arm, I knew there was a certain type of mix between us and she's
been my steady since then. She laughed when I told her I had a phobia with the science of
dentistry, and she thought that it was over between us because she was going to become a
dental hygienist. I told her no, I would support her in her quest in any way, shape, or form.
During college, between her studies (and my being her guinea pig for her training), I thought it
would be nice for us to join a health club as a way to relieve stress. So we joined. All through
school there was a lot of stress that was worked off and because of this, Julienne's muscles
and strength grew, as did my love for her.  After long and arduous study or dentistry and a lot
of muscle building, Julienne got her certification, moved in with me, and got a job.  The dentist
she worked for became our dentist and I became more relaxed. But I digress. It was
somewhere around three years that Julienne had moved in with me and I wanted to do
something for our anniversary, so I had made reservations at a restaurant and went to the gym
to pick her up. 
     I entered and quietly walked over to Julienne, who had just finished a strenuous
workout. I liked how her tan muscles glimmered as the sweat beaded off them when she flexed
them. She had been doing some posing to check symmetry when she caught sight of me out
of  the corner of the  mirror. "Hi, Russ," she said sweetly as she turned around, "What do you
think?" She went into a serious double biceps pose and then some other ones. "Well?" 
     "Baby," I said, "you're the best." I thought she was going to explode right out of what
little she was wearing.
     "Oh, you are too modest," she said as she relaxed her pose, "I was just on the way to
the shower, then home, but what are you doing here? I'm a big girl," she said, curling one arm
in front of me, causing an island of muscle to rise and peak with vascularity. "I can handle
myself."
     "Yeah," I cleared my throat, "I know, but it's our anniversary and I thought we could go
out for dinner and some drinks." I traced the thick rope-like artery with my finger as she tensed
her arm more. "I, uh, have reservations and I brought this from home." I handed her a suit bag
and I told her I put my favorite outfit with some pumps in it. "Give me a couple of minutes," she
said in a very low and sexy voice. In about ten minutes, we were on our way to a quaint little
German style pub/restaurant for dinner and a few drinks. After dinner we were making small
talk and that's when my trouble began.
      She looked at me with those sexy bedroom eyes and whispered, "Let's go home, and
I'll give you a good workout. " She had one shoe off and started running her foot up my leg. "If
you know  what I mean." She wiggled and put her arms out in front of her chest then began to
flex. I watched her chest grow striated as she pumped her pecs for me, showing off her deep
cleavage as she tightened her arms over them. She looked at me and said. "You like?"  As I
watched her chest, it looked like it was on the verge of popping out. That's when it
happened, I bit down hard on a piece of candy I had been sucking on. I grabbed my jaw in
pain and, for the first time in my life, crossed my eyes because I was in such agony.
     "Russ, baby, are you okay?" she asked with concern as she watched my jaw swell
almost to the size of her upper arms.
     "Yeah, " I said holding my jaw. "I'll be fine"
     Not ten seconds after hitting the door at home, Julienne was on the phone to the
dentist. "Okay, uh huh, 10 o'clock, I'll have him there." 
     I walked over to her and said, "I'm, uh, I'm fine Jul There's no need for" 
      "You're going," she cut me off in mid sentence, "and that's final!" 
     "Yes, ma'am," I was starting to feel queasy. "Now get changed and meet me in the
kitchen." With that she took off her coat and began walking into the bathroom. Every step she
took reminded me of how I came to love this muscle woman. 
     Minutes later, she met me in the kitchen. She was wearing an extremely taut nurse's
uniform and a pair of fishnet stockings. In her hand were two aspirin. "You got a headache?" I
asked. "No, these are for you," she said handing them to me. "Now take them and don't drink
the full glass. I've got to get something out of the cupboard," and she began to reach. Like I
said, Julienne is very muscular but only stands 5' 2" in her bare feet. I watched with approval
as she stood on her tiptoes and began reaching into the cupboard. Both her legs, from her
thighs to her calves, became a tangled web of muscle almost tearing through the stockings,
not to mention her full triceps as they strained to come through the sleeve.  If it wasn't for the
pain in my mouth, I probably would have creamed my shorts examining her muscles.  But I
couldn't help wondering what she was looking for, so I asked. "Babe, what are you looking
for?"    
      "Ah," she exclaimed quietly, "There it is!" Then she said, "Warm up the water." I didn't
question her and put the glass into the microwave for thirty seconds. When it was done, she
put two teaspoons of salt in the water. "Now stir and rinse." 
     I looked in disbelief at her. "Salt Water?"
     She looked at me and curled her arm, almost tearing the tight sleeve of the outfit. Still
holding the container of salt, she sat it proudly on the peak of her biceps, then took a deep
breath. I could hear the creaking of seams and saw  the gap between the buttons grow as she
said with a smile, "Yep salt water. Doctor's orders; now rinse." I rinsed, and she said, "Good
boy!" I raised an eyebrow as she looked at me. "Since you've been such a good lad, your
dental appointment is at 10." She smiled. "But now your hygienist has something else in mind
to take your mind off the pain." She then led me to the bedroom, where she laid me down,
propped my head up so I could see, and proceeded to straddle me. She leaned over and
kissed me every so gently on the lips, then sat up. I was ready to tell her I really wasn't in the
mood for anything but sleep when she shushed me and said, "I know what you're going to say
lover, but well, just lay back and relax." I nodded as she sat back up and started rubbing
her crotch ever so sexily against mine and immediately I sprang to life. "Just watch," was all
she said as she began to tense the muscles in her thighs, causing the seams below the belt to
split, showing those magnificent upper legs so tightly crammed in a pair of fishnet stockings
held up by garter straps. She relaxed for a moment and then did another mighty flex causing
the netting making up her stockings to tear open and roll back as her breathtaking muscles
grew majestically. It seemed that with each passing motion of her growing muscles I grew
harder too. "I feel so strong and sexy," she said in a soft, throaty, yet commanding voice. 
     She leaned over and began playing with my chest hairs, rubbing them so erotically.
Then, without saying a word, she tightened up her arms, causing her awesome triceps to jump
up, tearing those extremely tight sleeves, popping them like a balloon. When she did this, she
went into a 'most muscular' pose; seams split open, buttons burst, and material ripped like it
was tissue paper. Julienne sat back up, thrust out her chest, and did a double biceps/lat
spread that was just oozing with power. 
     "Now that the fun is through," she said as she began to stretch herself over me, "we
can start to relax." I'm not sure how she did it but as she brought herself over me, Julienne
ripped off the tattered uniform and my shorts with one sweep of her hands, and as we got
more intimate, she would flex her muscles, it almost seems, one by one. After a great night of
fun and relaxation, my mouth was throbbing. I could come up with a million and one reasons
why not to see the dentist. Unfortunately, I thought, Julienne could probably think of a million
and two why I should. So we left for the dreaded confrontation. When we got there we were
met by a young and very attractive college student who was the part-time receptionist. I was in
lust as I imagined her with Julienne's physique, bursting through her clothes, when the dentist
walked in. When he saw Julienne and me, he nodded politely, then sternly said, "Julienne's
told me all about you, Russ, and there IS NOTHING to be afraid of." I didn't like the way he
emphasized 'IS NOTHING'. "If I need you, Julienne..." 
     "I'll be right here with"
     "Alice," the receptionist said, staring at my woman's big arms. "Oh, okay," Julienne said
politely, "Alice." "Hey," I interrupted, turning white as a bed sheet. "Don't I get a say in
anything?" 
     "Don't be a big baby," Julienne said laughingly, "I'll be right out here," and curled her
arm then threw me a kiss. Even relaxed, her bicep peaked slightly over her shoulder. Julienne
turned to Alice and said, "Let's get some work done Oh, by the way, I'm the hygienist." She
couldn't help noticing that Alice kept watching her biceps and triceps rise and fall every time
she moved. 
     Julienne just quietly laughed, smiled, and flexed her arm for the awestruck girl and said,
"Yes Alice, they are real." After about an hour of prodding and poking, the dentist handed me a
prescription and a business card of an associate. Julienne was all smiles. And me, I was
getting sick to my stomach. "See you Monday, Alice," Julienne waved and we left. As we drove
off (she was driving), Julienne looked at me and said, "So what did he say?" "He gave me
medicine and a prescription for the swelling and pain and" I gulped. "I have to go see an oral
surgeon."
     Julienne's interests were peaked. "Who is he?" "You mean 'she,'" and I showed her the
card. "Oh yeah," Julienne said. "I know her from the gym. I've spotted for her a couple of time."
Julienne grinned and looked over at me. Me, I just sat there and gave a worried sigh. "Oh,
knock it off," she chuckled. "Frieda's good, and besides, she's got muscles, big ones." I smiled
the best I could. "I'll give her office a call Monday and try for an appointment on Friday.
Working with a toothache can be a pain in the ass. Julienne made the appointment for Friday
but by Wednesday even with temporary relief because of the medicine, I was in agony. I finally
got up enough nerve to ask Julienne if she could be part of a scheme I had concocted to get
out of my dilemma. I walked into the basement where I caught her finishing blasting her arms
with alternate arm curls. "You want me to what?" she said in a shocked and disbelieving voice. 
     "Aw, c'mon sthweetie," I began to stroke her left arm, "Just one, two, three Smack!
Right there in the jaw and it's over." I tried to smile. "So what do you sthay, Jul?" 
     Julienne looked at me and got a very disgusted look on her face. Her whole body
tightened up as muscles and veins began to quiver and come to life. I could tell she was losing
her composition by the way she was breathing, and the undershirt she was wearing began to
rip in places. "NO!" she bellowed and pushed me away. "I need a shower," and she stormed
upstairs. "I'll take that as a 'no'." I began getting angry. "Okay. Fine," I stormed upstairs where,
even in the shower, she was ranting on. "I'm going out," and I quickly grabbed some stuff and
headed for the gym. If she wouldn't do it, I'd ask around at the gym. 
     I walked into the gym and was greeted by Nancy who was working behind the desk.
"Well,  look who's here by his lonesome," she teased. "Trouble in Paradise? 
     "Hi, Nan," I nervously said rubbing my jaw. Nancy for all intents and purposes can give
any fitness competition a run for its money. She seems to have that sixth sense that women
have because every time she's working and I walk in, it seems her outfits get smaller. "So
where's Jul," she asked, undoing two of her top's straining buttons and stretching out her large
but firm breasts. "She's at home she doesn't know I'm here and for this," I smiled as I watched
her nipples push against the waning material. "This is a toothache." Nan smiled devilishly at
me and thrust her chest out even more, almost popping a third button. She then curled her arm
and a biceps  the size of a lime sprung up underneath the wrap of her smooth arm. "Is there
anything I can do, Russ?" She leaned over and put her still flexed arm on the counter. 
     "Uh, yeah, yeah, in fact there is," I half grinned. "Put your chest back into your top.
Other than that, thanks but no thanks." She gave me the evil eye as I walked by. "I hope
someone hits you in the balls as well," she screamed at me. "Hmmph, men." I didn't pay any
more attention to her as I walked into the locker room and changed. A few minutes later, I
started my search. 
     I walked around the gym. There were a lot of different shapes and sizes of people
working out, but none to my satisfaction. I worked out for a little while and was ready to go and
shower, then leave when I caught someone out of the corner of my eye, who was just who I
was looking for. I followed her by looking in the mirrors and she was, next to Julienne, probably
the strongest woman I've ever seen. She was heading for a place in the health club seldom
seen by any one of us. It was a part of the health club that was the original gym, all highly
polished hardwood floors, a few punching bags, solid free weights and none of the hi-tech
equipment you expect to see in a modern health club. Only the serious body builders would go
in there. She was carrying a tanned weight belt, which from the looks of it was well used over
her massive right shoulder. I followed her every move, I could tell she was the one who was to
do this noble deed for me as I watched her muscles move under the thin Lycra outfit she was
wearing. I was in awe as I observed her stopping at the wooden doors and nonchalantly during
her arm, probably checking out the size of her biceps and her triceps. If I didn't have Julienne,
I'd probably go for her.
     "I wouldn't try anything with her," I heard a voice from behind. It was Nancy.
     All I could do was stare at her cleavage as she stood in front of me. That's when she
grabbed me by the cheeks, "Owww!  Hey!" I yelled in agony.
     "My eyes are up here," she said crossly putting a check on my quasi-perverse gaze.
"Do you mind," I said rubbing my sore jowl. "Nothing's gonna happen," and I explained what I
was going to do all over again, but in detail. "And don't tell Jul." "Okay," she agreed, "but
remember, I'm pretty strong too, you know." Again she began curling her arm slower this time.
Nancy began to grunt, and her fist began to shake as the lime sized biceps she showed me
earlier transformed into a muscle the size of an orange. It was comical the way she began to
gnash her teeth as she fought to hold it. "There!" she beamed as it surged, crowning itself with
a maze of veins. "Go feel how hard it is." I felt that swollen rock hard arm as it pulsated. That
little fantasy was nice but it was like comparing pebbles and boulders. "Okay, okay, Nan you
proved your point," I sighed. "But like I said at the desk, thanks but no thanks," and started
walking away. "Hey," she yelled. I stopped and turned around. There was Nancy doing a side
chest pose for me. "Good hunting," she teasingly said as she sucked in a breath, popping
several buttons on her top, exposing more tit flesh than I wanted to see. 
     "Uh" I cleared my throat rather nervously, "yeah, thanks," and left. 
     I opened the doors and stepped out of the hi-tech world of fitness and into a bygone
forgotten era of the physical, but my Amazon was nowhere to be found until I heard the sound
of feet above me.  It was her, running on the elevated track. I headed up to try and talk to her. I
looked around as she came around the far corner to see who else was there but there was no
one. I think I fell in lust as I examined her v-shaped back leading down to her glutes and legs
as muscles sprung alive as they bounced. I finally caught up with her and smiled the best I
could (given the circumstances). "Hello." 
     "Get out of my face, you weirdo," she smirked, "before I have to hurt you," and darted
off down the stairs. I stopped coldly in my tracks, thinking of my next move. I kept my distance
from her and every time she'd look over at me I would quickly turn and do something else. "I
keep this up," I told myself, "I'm going to be one sore puppy in the morning." She kept her eye
on me all the times and thought I'd run screaming if I watched her do curls. She grabbed two
65 lb. dumbbells and began to curl. I watched as she would raise and lower her arms
alternately, her monster biceps and triceps stretching and contracting, larger and stronger with
each passing movement. She gave me a long leering glance as she set the free weights down
and slowly raised her arms in a double bicep pose. Like I said, I think she was trying to scare
me. It was working, the oral surgeon's visit was looking better and better. After several hit and
miss instances, I finally got up the nerve to ask her. She was working out on the body bag,
throwing punches with such force, the bag moved. Not taking a pain pill before I left the house,
I could feel that dull throb every time she hit that bag. I stood up straight and boldly walked
over to her. She was a lot bigger up close then I imagined. I could feel my member come alive
as I saw how the combination of perspiration and her arduous workout made each of her
muscle groups vibrantly come alive. I got over to her and sheepishly squeaked, "Hello again."
She caught the bag upon hearing my voice and sighed. With a scowl on her face, she looked
over at me. "Look," she said, with defeat in her voice as she took off her punching mitts,
"you've been following me for the greater part of my workout" I could tell she was getting
extremely frustrated just by the involuntary movement of her muscles and the tone of her
voice. "What do you want?" I timidly explained my situation of how my lust for feminine muscle
led to my cracked tooth, and that my girlfriend, who was almost as big as she was,  had made
me an appointment with my greatest of all fears, an oral surgeon, on the request of our dentist.
I could see her suppress her laughter, and this made me mad. 
      "What'sth stho funny," I demanded back. 
      "Okay," she stopped laughing, cleared her throat and got into a semi-serious mood,
"you're telling me that you came here to have someone knock out a bad tooth because your
muscle-bound girlfriend won't hit you and take it out." I nodded. "And you're afraid of seeing a
specialist." 
     I nodded again. "Stho and?" I was waiting for the answer I was longing to hear. Her
answer was far from the right one. "What are you, nuts?" she said. "The answer is not only no,
but HELL NO!" she screamed, and started walking away. I stood there beside myself, and my
next move was done out of rage. I grabbed her by one of her steely arms and spun her around
and began poking her in her chest, bitching her out. She snarled at me and grabbed my index
finger, twisting my whole arm to the ground. "I said leave me alone!" and she shoved me into
the wall. This was the straw that broke the camel's back (not to mention put a world of hurt on
me). "Hey, bitch," I yelled, "you couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper sack." She stopped
dead in her tracks and spun around. 
     "So, funny man, you like large muscles on females, huh?" She began to make a fist
and slowly curled her arms. As the quaking mountains began to rise, something else did too,
and she saw it. "I thought so," she frowned. "You deviant, take this!" With her solidly flexed
arms, she hit me with a left to the balls, doubling me over, and a right upper cut to the jaw.
     I lay on the floor doubled over in pain, and finally managed to get to my hands and
knees. I looked up after seeing a large shadow eclipsing. "Now, are you going to leave me
alone?" I nodded my head yes. "Good!" she yelled, "or you'll get more of this." She was angry.
She grit her teeth and in slow motion raised both arms and did a double biceps  pose, then,
keeping her arms flexed, she brought them down into the most intense and stifling muscular
pose. As tears streamed down her cheeks, the vascularity of her muscles became more and
more evident almost to the bursting point of her outfit. She finally got her point across to me as
she relaxed her pose, her muscles still shaking from her fury. She snatched up her belt and
stormed out. I slowly got up and composed myself. I just happened to look down and found 
     "My tooth! She did it!" I was extremely happy, and I went to shower. As I was leaving,
Nancy looked up from the magazine she was reading. 
     "See you later-" She stopped mid-sentence. "WOW! What happened to you?" she
exclaimed. Then, pointing her finger at me, "Don't tell me, let me guess She knocked..." 
     "Out my tooth." I kissed Nancy on the cheek and left for home.
     Now for my next trick how would I tell Julienne? I finally got home and Julienne was on
the phone. "Okay, well, try and get some rest, Frieda, he'll be there. Bye-bye." She hung up
the phone. "Look, Russ, I'm sorry about earlier and--" 
     Her eyes went wide. "What the hell happened to you?" Here came my big chance, but
before I could say anything, Julienne butted in with some news. "I just got off the phone with
Frieda, and she had the make put on her by some pervert at the club." She left and quickly
changed her clothes, coming out in a pair of shorts and an undershirt. "She's pretty upset." 
     "Does this mean no appointment?" I asked. 
     Julienne stopped shy of the basement door and, putting her hands on her hips, flexed
her mighty chest, almost hitting me with her tits. "You're still on for tomorrow," and she started
heading down to the basement. 
     "Yeah, but my tooth's out," I said, "and I feel 100% better." 
     "Uh huh," she grunted as she reached over and turned on the light switch, "and HOW
did you lose it?" "Um, a fight," I said anxiously. 
     "A fight," she said shaking her head in disgust. "Okay, Muscles, follow me. It's time for
some remedial training." 
     The next day, D-Day, Julienne had left early because of some appointments at the
office. I woke up and found a note basically saying I was on my own recognizance, so I'd
better go. I got up, showered, brushed my teeth, and left for my appointment. I got to the
dental offices and timidly walked in. The smell of disinfectant was sterile and nauseating. I met
with the hygienist and she did some preliminaries, then she said, "The doctor will be in a few
minutes," and closed the door. If it weren't for the fact that this doctor was a friend of Jul's and
muscular, plus the use of a very vivid imagination, I probably be a basket case. I heard some
muffled talk outside the door.
     It was her; my heart quickened. The doorknob turned and the doctor was still talking
and I started to get worried when I heard, "All right, make it a week from Tuesday." The voice
sounded very familiar; I was in a panic. She entered the room and pleasantly greeted me, or
so I thought. "So you must be Russ. I've heard an awful lot about" She stopped, her eyes got
narrow as she furrowed her brow, "YOU!" 
     "Uh, what's up, Doc?" My worst feared had come true. Frieda was the big lady from the
gym yesterday. "Oh boy," I sank into the chair. "Look, I can explain everything I think." I was
digging my own grave with this one. 
     "Well," she said, clearing her throat and unbuttoning her sleeve cuff, "this is a
PROFESSIONAL visit" She began rolling up her sleeves and watched as her forearm muscles
sprang to life. "and I do keep my professional life out of my PERSONAL!" I didn't like the way
she emphasized 'PERSONAL' as it was said in an angry overtone. She continued to roll her
sleeve up past her elbow and slightly above her biceps. "You do have dental insurance at
work, don't you?" I nodded, nearly passing out. She said something to the hygienist and closed
the door. She flexed her huge arms several times as she put on some surgical gloves and,
with a devilish lilt to voice, she told me, "Open your mouth This won't hurt a bit." 

     THE END