Muscle Therapy
by Londonboy
“Comfortable, Barry?”
“Yes.”
“Good, now don’t worry about a thing. I’m just here to listen and give you some helpful feedback. I’ve chosen to sit where you can’t see me – to help you be less distracted. This can just be a free-flowing conversation – there’s no agenda. You can simply feel free to share anything you want. Fair enough?”
“Yes, doctor.”
“No need for that formality, Barry. Just begin when you’re ready.”
Silence.
“I’m not really sure where to begin, doc.”
“Anywhere you want to, Barry. Maybe a good place to begin is talking about why you wanted to come to see me in the first place. Does that feel like a good place to start?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Silence.
“I . . . um . . . I suppose it . . . all kind of . . . well, I guess . . . it begins . . . with muscle.”
Long silence.
“I see. And how does it begin with muscle, Barry?”
“Well, it’s really about . . . about . . . my muscle . . . my body.”
Silence.
“I’m kind of . . . to tell the truth . . . a little . . . um, I guess, I’m a . . . little, no I guess you’d have to say I’m very . . . um . . . obsessed with my . . . own . . . um, muscles. My body.”
Long silence.
“In what way?”
“I guess in all ways, doc.”
“What do you mean, Barry?”
“Well, um, first of all . . . I . . . uh . . . I just have this . . . incredible urge . . . um, desire . . . to get . . . um . . . well, bigger. I really just want to . . . uh . . . keep getting bigger.”
Silence. It is clear a heavy weight has been lifted from big shoulders.
“And why do you want to be bigger, Barry?”
“Cause it feels so fucking fantastic, doc! I . . . um, sorry about that . . . I meant to say . . . because I like the way it . . . um feels.”
“No need to apologize, Barry. You are safe here. You can speak freely. And how does it feel to get bigger? What makes that something you like so much?”
Silence.
“It’s kind of difficult to . . . um . . . explain, doc.”
“Difficult or embarrassing?”
Silence.
“I guess . . . embarrassing . . . if I’m really . . . um . . . honest with myself.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know. I suppose it’s because . . . I mean, most people don’t . . . it’s not really acceptable to . . . you know . . . talk about yourself that way.”
“Who says?”
“I don’t know . . . I guess . . . well, society.”
“I see. So, for now, let’s leave the so-called ‘society’ out in the hall. Let’s say there are no rules to conform to in this room. There is absolutely no judgment here. Let’s ask the question again. How does it feel to get bigger and why do you like it so much?”
Silence, even longer than before. Someone is searching hard for the right words.
“It’s like . . . like the perfect . . . um, buzz . . . after six beers. No, it’s better than that . . . it’s more like the rush of energy that flows through your body right before . . . right before you get . . . um . . . a, well a . . . boner. Yeah, it’s like that.”
“So getting bigger feels like an erection, is that right Barry?”
“Yeah . . . but it’s more, too. Geez, this is hard to explain. I get off . . . I mean I get an erection . . . when I feel my body getting bigger. It’s like a drug or something . . . yeah, it’s an addiction. I crave making my body grow.”
“I see.”
Silence.
“That’s kind of sick . . . ain’t it doc?”
“Why would that be sick, Barry?”
Silence. Someone is squirming.
“Well . . . because . . . because I get hard looking at my own . . . um, body. That can’t be normal, right?”
“Let’s not be concerned about what is normal, okay Barry? I think it would be important for you to express yourself without limitations – here in this room. We can work on normality later on. Right now, I believe it would be good for you to share whatever you feel without any fear of judgment or self-doubt. I promise you that nothing you say will shock me.”
“I don’t know, doc, I think I’m pretty messed up.”
“Well let’s wait until later on to either confirm or deny your prognosis. I believe it would be best for you to feel secure enough to share anything. Fair enough?”
“Okay . . . doc. You’re the boss.”
“That’s good, Barry. So, let’s return to why you crave making your body grow. What is it about getting bigger that excites you?”
Silence. A shift, however, has happened and it is barely noticeable.
“I guess that’s easy doc, I just love being huge and all, you know? I . . . um . . . it’s fucking hot to fill out a shirt until it’s stretching . . . to the point of almost ripping. I used to love buying shirts . . . um . . . you know . . . like two sizes too big and then working out hard to fill them until they busted in different places when I pulled them over my body. And another thing is that I love what it does to other people. Yeah, it’s a turn-on watching other folks freak out when they get a glimpse of me. I love watching their eyes get wider and their mouths drop open. I sometimes bump into people on purpose – I don’t hurt them – I just kind of shock people that might be looking at their phone or not paying attention. They slam into me and I know to them it must feel like they’re hitting a brick wall or something. Then they look up, usually from the ground, and it’s just a kick to see them shake their head in disbelief or blink their eyes a bunch of times to make sure I’m not a dream or something. I help them up, of course, but that kind of shocks them even more because I simply use one hand and lift their entire body off the ground.”
A sudden silence. There’s heavy breathing in the room and a sexual energy that is growing in intensity.
“I think I have a good picture of what it feels like, Barry, but feel free to go on if you want to.”
“Sure, doc. I already can tell I feel better. It’s great having someone to talk to about this. I . . . um . . . haven’t ever told . . . anyone about how I feel. I always thought no one would understand. I just kind of kept to myself and focused on working out, you know? At first . . . I think I was just shy and . . . um, got into weightlifting cause I thought it would boost my confidence and because it’s not a team sport or a group thing. I could do it alone and that was fine with me. But something happened . . . after about . . . oh, I don’t know, maybe a month of hitting the weights pretty hard. I took my shirt off one day at home – you know – in front of the mirror and . . . and . . . I saw some . . . um . . . definition, for the first time. It’s wasn’t much, doc, but it was enough. Something just clicked inside of me – I can’t explain it. I mean, by most standards, I was still a skinny little weakling, but I could see what my body was actually capable of – clearly. My arms had anthill bulges and my chest was enhanced a little. You could actually see where my stomach ended and my pecs began . . . for the first time ever. It was such an overpowering feeling, doc, to actually notice changes in my body. I was still such a dweeb, but it didn’t matter. My reaction was so strong it was like . . . like . . . I had been crawling in the dessert for days and I finally got to an oasis for a nice cool drink of water – but it was so much more. That’s the first time I . . .”
Silence – much longer than before.
“The first time you what, Barry?”
“Um . . . it was the first time . . . the first time . . . I, uh, busted a big wad just from looking at my body. Right there in the bathroom – all over the cabinets and counter, even hitting the mirror. It was . . . like . . . I was . . . shooting for the first time or something.”
“I see. And how did that make you feel, Barry?”
“Fucking fantastic, doc! Oh geez, sorry doc. It made me feel great. I felt like Superman. Does that make sense?”
“Of course. And remember, there’s no need to apologize.”
“Thanks, doc. Damn, that feels good. To share all of that. I mean . . . it’s just that I’ve kept so much bottled up inside, you know? I . . . think I’ve been searching for a long time . . . for someone that I could tell . . . that I could share everything with. I was ready to burst, I think. I’m afraid you’ve opened Pandora’s box, doc. It’s just so freeing, you know . . . to share all of this. I can’t believe how it’s making me feel. If I’m supposed to be honest, doc, then I’ve got to tell you that right now I have the hardest boner of my life. Just being able to say all of this out loud – for the first time – is . . . is . . . making me feel fucking unbelievable! I hope you don’t mind me sharing that, man.”
A short awkward silence.
“No, um . . . that’s fine, Barry. You should feel . . . uh, comfortable. Really. I want . . . you to know that you . . . can, um, share anything. It’s important that you feel safe”
“Thanks, dude. You have no idea how much I’m buzzing right now. I’m feeling as good as I do when I get a super pump after a hard two-hour workout. I can sense the blood pulsing through my body and thrusting into every muscle in my body. God, man, this is the best feeling in the world. It’s like I just stepped onto the surface of the sun or something. Every part of me is on fire with heart-stopping energy. Damn, it’s warm in here, dude. Just talking this way has made me jacked-up enough to lift a metro bus or something. Aw shit, man, I’ve got to take off my shirt – it’s just so freaking hot. Yeah, that’s much better. Hope you don’t mind, dude. I just don’t want this one to rip or get soaked in sweat. I love it when that first cool breeze hits my uncovered hot muscles – it’s the best feeling in the world. Hell, this is great – letting all of this out. Shall I continue, man?”
Silence.
“Okay for me to share some more stuff, man?”
“Um . . . yeah . . . I mean, yes. It’s fine for you . . . Barry . . . of course you can . . . continue . . . now that you’re so . . . um . . . big, I mean comfortable . . . yes, comfortable. It’s really important for you to be . . . um . . . comfortable.”
“So, I think I’m picking up that you want me to be comfortable, right, man?”
“Yes . . . yes, I do. I’m sorry about that.”
“I’m just yanking your chain, man. No need to apologize. I haven’t ever felt this good. Let’s see, where was I?”
“Um, the first time you . . . came, uh, I mean ejaculated from looking at your body.”
“Oh yeah, well that wasn’t the last time that happened, dude. My cock has exploded to this big body probably more times than you’ve made love to your wife.”
“I’m . . . um . . . not married, Barry.”
“You don’t say. A good looking man like you, doc? Well, I’m sure that fact has broken a few hearts in the past. Maybe you just haven’t met the right . . . um, person, yet.”
Silence. The heat in the room increased by ten degrees.
“Maybe, Barry.”
“Yeah, that’s what I think, man. You are so busy helping other people that you rarely have the time to focus on what would make you happy. You know what I mean? Yeah, I believe you probably never get the chance to share what you’re feeling, do you? All work and no play can make doc a dull boy, though. It might be time for you to grab hold of something you like, if you know what I mean. You should open up to someone about what makes you excited. It will do you good - I mean here you’ve gotten me talking about my favorite thing in the world for the first time.”
“Yes Barry, shall we . . . um . . . you know, get back to that? I think . . . uh, we really should.”
“Sure, man, you’re the boss - so to speak. So, after that first time of getting my rocks off from looking at my improved body, working out became as important to me as eating and breathing. I started gaining mass like some kind of weed overdosing on Miracle Gro plant food. Soon I was beating off each night just from noticing new things about my body. My biggest eruptions would come when I hit some milestone, you know man? Like when I hit two hundred and fifty pounds or my arms ballooned past eighteen inches. Damn, that seems so long ago. It’s like those stats were for some wimpy college boy or something.”
“Um, why . . . why is that . . . um, Barry?”
“Well shit, man, mainly because I’m four hundred and ten pounds now and my arms have hit twenty-nine inches. I can easily shoot a couple of heavy loads of my sweet juice per day just from flexing these gigantic guns and kissing the peaks. Damn, that thought makes me shiver something powerful inside, man. I just gotta pump these bazookas up and take a gander. Yeah, just look at that boulder of an arm, doc. You ever see something so enormous? I just gotta kiss that mutherfucker.”
Silence and then a thud on the floor.
“Doc, are you okay back there?”
“Yes . . . um, I’m fine . . . I just . . . my chair fell . . . I mean, I just fell out of my chair. Um, that’s all. I wasn’t paying attention.”
“You didn’t hurt yourself, did you, doc? Need my help? I’m pretty good at lifting things. I’ve been curling the back of my SUV because the weights at the gym just aren’t enough anymore. You know what I mean?”
“Uh, no Barry, no . . . I don’t know what . . . uh, you mean.”
“Hell, I mean I’ve simply gotten too strong for the heaviest things they got to offer at the gym. That’s another part of what turns me on about getting so colossal. I’m so fucking strong now that I have to find makeshift ways to work out. A buddy of mine works at a warehouse and he helped me out for a while. I was going down there pretty regularly to work out by going up against a forklift – you know, doing curls with the big thing, working my legs by getting him to gun the machine while I pushed back, and things like that. He got in trouble, though, after I busted two of the wimpy things by overpowering them. The motor on one of them just kind of exploded when I held it in place with one arm – the thing just basically gave up. And the other one ended up sort of distorted after I decided to test my strength by seeing if I could bend metal. It’s a lot easier than you think, doc, to bend the prongs of a lift with your bare hands. That night both my friend and me shot about four loads a piece. It took him a couple of days to recover. See what I mean, doc? If you get me started talking about my body, I just can’t stop. This is still okay, right?”
Silence, but there is the sound of something moving back and forth in the room and the heavy breathing has increased.
“Oh . . . yeah . . . don’t . . . stop . . . uh . . . please . . . Barry.”
“You’re sounding a little funny, doc. You sure you’re okay? That fall didn’t hurt you, did it?”
“No . . . please . . . go . . . on!”
“Man, it’s still so fucking hot in here, doc. Making my big arms swell up huge has gotten me stoked. Look at those powerful things. I bet my arms are about as thick as your small body, man. Damn, that makes me excited. Let’s see, where was I again, oh yeah – I was sharing with you why I love getting bigger. Well, besides what it does to my own body, I told you I loved how other people react to my muscles. I didn’t tell you the whole truth, doc, cause I was nervous, but now you’ve got me feeling so good I think I can share something with you. I love it the most when my muscles can make a man . . . well, when a guy . . . you know . . . when he gets hard just looking at me. There’s nothing that makes me feel as complimented as seeing a guy’s cock grow longer and stiffer just from watching me flex – or, better yet, even when I’m not flexing. Aw yeah, that’s just so fucking hot, doc – to know a grown man loves my muscles as much as I do. Nowadays, I’m getting bigger mainly so I can please other men. Hell, I still love growing for how it makes me feel, but watching a guy squirt into his skivvies as he gets a long peep at my hugeness can get me going like nothing else in the world. It’s that kind of rush that makes me need to continually look for heavier things to lift. Is all this making sense, doc?”
“Uh . . . huh . . . uh . . . huh . . . please . . . uh . . . continue.”
“Damn, doc, you’re really huffin’ and puffin’ there. You sound like the wolf trying hard to blow the little pig’s brick house down. You sure you’re okay? Maybe we should switch places. You could rest here on the sofa and I can take the chair. I don’t mind. It seems like you’re getting a little weak at the knees and I don’t want you to be worn out for anything that might come up for you later on in the day. You know what I mean, doc? You might need to save your strength for something else.”
“I’m . . . fine . . . Barry. Don’t . . . stop . . . now. I’m too close . . . I mean . . . we’re . . . too close . . . uh . . . to . . . something . . . uh . . . big.”
“Hell yeah, doc. I feel that way, too. All this talk about me growing and loving to show off my muscles has made it clear that something big is about to pop. I thing there’s going to be a major breakthrough any minute now – like a giant eruption or something. I’ve learned that I have a sixth sense about all things sexual, doc. I know myself so well that I can feel it in advance when I’m about to get a surge of energy for working out and growing. You allowing me to talk about myself this way and helping me to focus on my massive muscles has freed some kind of deeply hidden beast or something. This is the sensation I was trying to describe earlier. My body is on fire with a need for pumping. I’m feeling this strong desire to make some guy go cross-eyed from the power of a muscle-induced cum explosion – caused simply from gazing at me flexing – and then I want to lift something heavy while my cock cranks out a bucket load, as well. You see, doc, that’s how I continue to become even more super-sized. I push around some heavy weight while my cock pumps out my love juice. This mixture of using the power caused by the ejaculation to urge my muscles on and the fact that I know some guy’s body has lost control just from eyeing my massiveness impels my body to continue growing. This sensation is so fucking unbelievable, doc. I’m feeling so good right now I believe my arms might shoot past thirty inches today. I’m gonna have to find some guy that wants me to rock his world soon so I can bust out some curls with something heavy. Damn, doc, this is the best day ever.”
There’s only the sound of heavy breathing and something moving back and forth faster than before.
“Are we close to the end, doc? It feels like I’ve been here an hour – maybe even more. It seems like the entire session has been building to this incredible climax and that’s such a relief, man. I can’t begin to tell you have great I feel. I’m buzzing so hard right now that I could probably take on a fucking army. I know I haven’t stopped flexing; doc, and I just want to say thanks for allowing me to pump up these muscles. Look at how the peaks of my biceps are glistening from the sweet saliva of my kisses. Shit, I love to feel the hard skin pressed up against my warm, wet lips. And I can’t seem to stop pinching my huge nipples any chance I get, doc. That’s another big turn on for me – having my enormous chest manhandled. You’d be amazed at the number of guys that get into monster pectoral, man. I can relate to what they feel, though. When I gaze in the mirror at my gigantic man-tits I can’t help but making them roll like this, doc. See how I can make the entire slabs act like waves in the ocean. Isn’t that fucking fantastic, doc?”
“Aw . . . shit . . . I’m . . . sorry . . . Barry . . . I . . . can’t . . . take . . . it . . . any . . . longer . . . Aw, fuck! No . . . no . . . awwww yeahhhhhh!”
A heavy manly musk fills the room as the doctor screams in long staccato-like high-pitched tones for a few minutes. There is a loud thud on the floor and then silence.
“You okay, doc? It sounds like you fell again. It also sounds like you kind of lost control, man. Did I do something wrong?”
Silence. And then deep breathing, as if someone was asleep.
“Hey doc, are you there? I’m going to get up now, okay. I’m worried about you. Hey, what are you doing on the floor? Aw shit, doc, look at the gorgeous mess you made. Why are your pants down at your ankles? Look at that big puddle of juice! Let’s put you on the sofa, little man. Hey, you’re heavier than I thought – that’s a good thing. Since you’re out cold, doc, I don’t think you’ll mind if I whip out my cock, right? I’m going to crank out a bunch of curls with the sofa and you while I shoot my load. I’m gonna blast these arms past thirty inches right now, doc. All thanks to you. Yeah, I feel good about today - how about you? I guess the cat’s got your tongue. I think we’ll have to start having weekly sessions. Is that okay with you, doc? Let me get this thing off the floor. Yeah, now let’s start some curls. One, two, three . . .”
END