[guydaley]

Mighty Mite – 10

June 29

I got up, dragging my butt  mid-morning and stubbed my toe on Mite's weight belt I dropped on the floor last night, damn that thing was heavy.   A little bit concerned why Mite wasn't forcefeeding me supplements and food but I guess betweeen yesterdays upper body workout, her grueling session on the stairmaster and her all night practice session, she'd probably be out of it for a while.  I can't believe how hard she pushes herself but I guess all world class athletes do that.  Funny thing is, she's not competing against anybody except herself.   No gold medals, just a little bit more size.   If I could only find some evil breast growth scientist to plant some tit on her chest maybe that would cure some of her self image problems.  But I'd probably have to get in a big line for that.  Oh well. 

A long, hot shower, cured some of my ills and I was hoping the kitchen would cure some more.  No sign of Mite in the kitchen either.   All this time and I still didn't know which door led to her bedroom but I'd respect her privacy.    She's carrying some huge burden, I'd like to share it with her but it seems to be too much of a personal matter.    So I just starting siphoning up meals that I missed and ones that were due, a nice banquet for a change instead of a whole bunch of tiny meals.  Hopefully Mite won't catch me and jump my case for the violation of diet protocol.  Ah, to eat like a bachelor again.  There was only one thing missing, beer. 

I cleaned everything up and decided to digest my big meal in the living room, watch a movie, answered the door for another delivery of prepared meals, poked around in the library and I was starting to get a bit lonely and concerned.  This was a major upset in our routine.  But I was determined not to go poking around and just let Mite come out of hibernation when she was ready.  About mid afternoon I decided to take the initiative and start doing some cardio.  Without Naomi, I had to work out the kinks by myself.    Usually I hated cardio, it was boring as hell but since I've been at Mite's place it gives me a chance to think as long as she's not nearby. 

As I was on the rowing machine, just before 4 pm Mite gave the call for chow from around the corner, "Kitchen, lets go."  I was hoping that Mite got a lot of stresses worked off and that we could go back to a more normal routine.  I was a bit apprehensive about what might happen next.  I rounded the corner and Mite was in her jogging togs with another form fitting shirt, putting a meal together on the counter. 

In as pleasant and cheerful a voice as I could muster, "Good afternoon, I hope you rested well."  She didn't turn around or look at me, "Have a seat Guy this will be ready in a moment."

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be for the next workout, whatever your game for I'm all set to go."

Mite brought the plates over and I could see the bulge of her biceps just from lifting a couple of plates, she set them on the table.  I wanted to be supportive at this point instead of distracted so I tried focusing on something else.  Mite sat down and I looked at her, her eyes were red rimmed but otherwise she looked fresh.  I waited for her to make some kind of overture.

"You must think I'm some kind of wacko", Mite blurted.

I thought to myself, "Okay Guy, this is do or die time."

"Mite, don't beat yourself up over this, its completely unnecessary.  I have a confession to make."  At this Mite perked up.  "I've hinted and beaten around the bush but never really came out and said it because I'm afraid you'd take advantage of it, at some time.  I worship you.   I'm so in awe of everything you've accomplished, who you are and how you've managed to battle the ghosts from your past.  You are amazing and I feel very inferior, undeserving to be in your company.  I have to pinch myself everyday to see if its a dream or not.   On TOP of that, I could never, EVER accomplish by myself, what you've helped me to gain to date and it just seems like it keeps gaining momentum.   I have so much to be grateful for and my only regret is that you carry so much pain and there is probably nothing I can do to help.   It is with great remorse than I am nothing more than a typical client, where I get what I want and I'm not even a paying client.  So go easy on yourself.  There is still plenty of summer left for growing." 

I got up from the table hoping that Mite felt good enough for a hug and she followed my lead.  Mite talked into my chest, "Guy, you have a knack for saying the right things at the right time.  I doubt very much that your just a simple carpenter."

"Not any more, I'm a simple, buff carpenter."

Mite laughed and that broke the seriousness of the situation.

"Besides", I said, "Even if you don't accomplish anything else the rest of the summer, what about your amazing breakthrough for women."

We broke our embrace and sat back down again, resumed eating.  It seems that I pained Mite again by suggesting we might not accomplish anything more, for her at least.  But she began to eat in earnest.

"I spent some time thinking about that and I don't think I can teach that to anybody except Naomi.  I don't know what talents other women have for focusing on there bodies.  What comes natural for me maybe totally impossible for anybody else.  Maybe some yoga masters, maybe some martial artists but all in all there are probably few people that can do what I did.  Ha, maybe you have to be a Jedhi Knight for all I know….Mite scrunched up her face, "Luke, get in touch with your feelings."   "Or maybe I should have said Lucy?"

ZAAAP, Mite nailed me with her stun gun again.  She's so reserved and businesslike most of the time, her impression of Obi Wan just blew me away.  I was so surprised I didn't laugh but I had a huge grin.

"Mite you just hit my funny bone so hard, I'm in shock.  I love it when you let your hair down like that."

Mite gave me a cute smile, "You liked that huh?"

"You touched the cockles of my heart."

Mite laughed, "Where do you come up with these expressions?"

Oh, I've been around, you know, you just pick stuff up here and there and some of it sticks.

"Yeah, I see a lot of it is sticking to your bones."  I was getting appraised again. 

"Care to help and see if we can get some to stick to mine this evening?"

"Nothing would please me more."

"Tonight is going to be a heavy session for me, back and chest.  I'm going to protein and carbo load now.  I'm going to try and force some growth and with your help I've got my fingers crossed."

"Are we using the new technique?"

"Guy, you don't know how long I've been stuck right where I'm at.  Bodybuilders plateau and they need to shock those muscles into further growth and this is my last option.  I've tried everything else.   We'll measure up and see what I gained from the last workout but I doubt it was much.  My body has NEVER wanted to grow and I've had to drag it kicking and screaming to the point I'm at now and it has simply dug in its heels."  Mite took another large fork of meat, "Do you know what Naomi told me?"  I shook my head no.  "She said, that she knows a technique to increase the bustline.  I asked her why she didn't tell me and she said I didn't have enough fat for it to work.  Do know how many times I've dreamed about having nice, bouncy tits that jiggle?"  At this Mite started to color.  "I don't like fat because its dead weight but a couple of nice deposits of fat strategically placed on my chest would make me feel so……womanly" and now her face started to blaze with color. 

"Oh Mite", I said.  "You know and sense how attracted I am to you.  That should be all the indication you need that you're unbelievably sexy.  If you need me to keep reminding you of that to help you with ….prior issues.  I'd be happy to oblige."

"Your only one guy and maybe abnormal when it comes to taste in women."

At this I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"But, one guy maybe just enough for me."  She winked at me and went for another mouthful. 

"Mite, the other guys have it all wrong.  They are just too young, stupid or immature to realize it.  A big pair of tits wouldn't have saved your bacon when you slipped off the climbing wall, nor would they have saved me from ripping my shoulder when you grabbed the weight I was pressing and more than likely they wouldn't have saved Jim and his boys.  Tits are like flowers, they attract men to pollinate, then they shrivel up and die.  Muscle should be the real attraction.  I chalk up this rail thin and tit fascination to marketing.  It got millions addicted to smoking so you can see how powerful the media is.   If as much emphasis was placed on muscle, it would be a whole different ballgame.   Some of the women that have tits have there life revolve around them.  They use them for whatever they can get out of life and they ignore the rest of the possibilities of life because they are too weak to do much else.   Usually they end up being breeder cows for rich men.  You on the other hand train rich men and change there lives and in return tney become eternally grateful."  I held up one hand low and one high, imitating a scale, "big tits" – "Mite, personal trainer to the rich and famous"  There is no comparison.  Now, I'll step down from my soap box and get a glass of water to wet my whistle."

"Wow Guy, that's quite a speech.  I've never heard anything quite like it.  I'm flattered.  I think some of your attitude might wear off on me.  It's good to have you around."

I turned around from the refrigerator with my empty glass and faced Mite, "You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that."  I went over hoping to get a kiss, I bent over, Mite stabbed a piece of meat and stuck that in my mouth instead, she laughed  "The least I can do is help you grow in return."

We had our usual light meal at 7:00, supplements at 8:00 and Mite was ready for her workout at 9:00 PM.    I was on the treadmill at maximum declination and Mite called me over.  "It's time", she said.  She pulled off her shirt, (I could never get enough of how she did that, it was sooo sexy every single time) and then pulled a rolled up measuring tape out of her waistband.  "Lets see where we're at."  I helped adjust the tape on her back to make sure it was straight while she checked the measurement around her chest on the front.  "and the verdict?", I said.  "I'm up a 1/4", still down a 1/4" for the summer."  Mite had a serious look on her face.  "Alright over here on the bench press, let's go, lay down like your getting ready to start repping, scoot down towards the end a bit, right there", then quickly she straddled me over my stomach just above my groin and she leaned down and laid her head on my chest, "Its time for your measurement she purred and she wiggled on me.  Of course my proximity meter went off the scale.  She got up and restraddled below my groin.  "Flex your abs for me, like this" she said as she demonstrated.  Which I did.  "Oh you can do better than that."  So I sat up and put everything I had into it.  She quickly pulled my underwear down and brought the tape around.  "Oh My God, your at 7!"  I wasn't paying any attention to that I was focused on Mite but somehow her excitement broke through and I looked at myself, wow, it is looking particularly large.  And then I looked at Mite again and it didn't seem to be very important anymore.

Mite got up quickly and swung around to my back sitting up, spooning me from behind.  I felt Mite's body heat and my mind was starting to lose its ability for rational thought.  Mite whispered in my ear from behind, "We'll have to experiment with you some more, this development is too fascinating not to explore but right now its MY turn.  C'mon, I'm supersetting back and chest, starting with machine rows, lets go, you can worship. I'm finding it actually helps.   Mite already has an uncommonly fine V on her lat spread without pumping but now we were doing that in earnest and we hit it hard.  I could help spot her today, help her pick up the weight that last inch or two.  We even did negative sets as well.  We bombed her back.  She didn't scream like weightlifters do, she invested that effort into her lifting as well, just a lot of heavy breathing to get more oxygen to the muscles.   Every once in a while she'd spread her lats for me and ask me to feel, "I'd get weak in the knees as I ran my fingers lightly over her pumped lats."  It seemed like her back workout would have been a good days work for anybody but then it was time to switch to chest. 

She was focused, now it did seem like she was an Olympic lifter, pysching herself up, a little bit of pacing, little bit of talking to herself and she was going for the bench press.  Oh, it was very intense.  Somehow I was able to adore AND anticipate her needs at the same time.  We hardly talked at all, we worked well together.  When she needed some plates swapped, I did it like I was in a race car pit and she was off, lifting hard again.    She was getting PISSED, absolutely going for it.  There were a few times where she screamed if the weight stalled and she just couldn't get it moving again.  I would wait and her arms would tremble and shake, I'd wait just a bit more then put one finger on it and she would scream and finish the press.  She would say, "Ah, that was a perfect press, thanks."

She was already completely exhausted, I don't know how she could continue but now it was time for dumbbell presses.  She drank some water and I started laying out the dumbbells next to the bench.  "Guy, she said in a bit of a quavering voice, this is going to be the Mother of all orgasms, don't worry about me just keep pumping okay?  Whatever you do Just keep Pumping.  I said, "okay", I was getting concerned, she'd already made an inhuman effort.  Her chest AND lats this time were well on there way to what it looked last time when she had her orgasm.  I wanted to grope, feel and caress but I knew better than to interrupt.  This was not the time unless she said so.  She took off her panties and I dropped my underwear, we were now completely naked.  "Touch anything you  want as long as you keep pumping", she directed.  She  scooted to the end of the bench, picked up a set of dumbbells and start repping,   "Start pumping", she said.  This time I was ready and I got started, "Slow down, nice and steady", she coached, "relax, you've got to last, easy".   I did exactly as she said, and she started to withdraw, it wasn't long at all and she started a full body tremble, her first orgasm, looks like she was getting this down to a science.

Her chest and the front of her shoulders were getting so full, her skin was taking on a sheen like it was getting stretched, I don't know where all the blood was coming from.  The veins on her upper torso were bulging and her face was flushed with exertion and concentration.   She kept on repping and I kept on pumping.  I actually couldn't touch anything because I had to grip the sides of the bench and sort of crouch over her to give her room for bringing the dumbbells over her chest, it was very awkward but I didn't notice the strain.   Each successive orgasm seemed to get stronger, her trembling becoming shaking.   She had one more massive orgasm that shook her entire body, she screamed and dropped her weights and laid there shaking.  I wanted to grope her chest so bad, but if I let go of the bench I might lose my rhythm or worse slip out and I wasn't going to fail Mite right now.   She slowly sat up and I was able to look in her eyes, and it was scary.  Mite wasn't in there, she didn't see me at all.  It looked like she was in a mindless trance.  She shook again from head to toe but she picked up a lighter set of dumbbells and laid back down.  Slowly, she started to rep again.  The grim determination on her face was unbelievable, it looked like she was pushing out 10 babies at once.   I didn't even know what my lower half was doing now, I was watching Mite and it was getting terrifying.  She repped until the dumbbells were poised over her chest and then her whole body went into a rigid convulsion, everything she had was flexing, which brought me back to what my lower half was doing.  She had a firm grip on my cock and I wasn't pumping anywhere.   The convulsion released her and she let go a hair raising scream, I thought for sure she had to be done now, but unbelievably she continued to rep some more! and I continued to pump.   Her chest, shoulders, lats were sooo tight now whether they were flexed or not like she was allergic to bees and the entire area had been stung.  She managed to get her dumbbells into the raised position one more time and went into a full body lock once more, the grip on my cock was very uncomfortable.  This time she was rigid for an interminable amount of time, not breathing and I was starting to panic.  I couldn't pull out and Mite was NOT breathing.  Finally with an earsplitting scream it was over, she dropped the dumbbells on her chest which bounced off and onto the floor and blacked out. 

This I wasn't ready for   I ran to get some water, even though her water bottle was by the bench, then I ran back and figured 911 but I said to myself, "Stop, Guy, think."  I checked for a pulse and it seemed to be rapid but it was very strong.  So I scooped her up and took her to my bedroom, laid her down and got a wash cloth.  Her body was so hot.  So I decided to bathe her, then I almost fell on the floor when she went rigid again and stopped breathing.   It seemed like she was having epileptic seizures.  "I started to beg Mite to please wake up, please stop seizing, please get better and I dashed back and forth to the bathroom putting wet towels on her forehead, chest, neck and abdomen.   I kept dabbing her forehead and talking to her, I promised her she was going to be gigantic from this workout, just please come back to me.   After a while there were no more seizures and I was starting to get the idea that she was going to be okay, her pulse was nice and slow, her respiration was deep and even, her body was cooling off and her pump was nearly gone. 

After what seemed like days, she opened her eyes and said  "water".  I flew through the house and got her water bottle and rushed back to her.  I propped her head up, she didn't seem like she could hold it up herself and I dribbled water into her mouth.  I dribbled more into her mouth until she turned away, she whispered, "I'll be alright.", and I think she fell asleep. 

I was so keyed up.  I brushed the hair off her forehead, gave her a gentle kiss and went back to the gym.  I set the alarm on my watch for 30 minutes and I got on the treadmill and started running and I ran and I ran.  When the alarm went off I'd go back to check on Mite.  It looked like she was sleeping peacefully.  I took her water bottle went to the kitchen to refill it and put it in the fridge.  We missed our 10 PM supplements and I figured what the heck I took mine and went back to the bedroom and set hers on the night table.  I went back to the treadmill and set my alarm for another 30 minutes.   I ran and thought, I knew absolutely nobody to call and for that matter I never saw a phone in the house in the time I've been here.  I'd just keep checking on her every 30 minutes, hopefully by morning or so, she'd be awake and tell me what she wanted to do.

June 30

After an hour and half of running, I figured I'd just lay down next to her and if she woke I'd be there and ready to help.  Next thing I knew, I heard "Psst, pssst, Guy, wake up", which finally brought me to.  "Listen very carefully Guy, do not be alarmed, I think I'll be okay, here's what I want you to do", this of course had started my adrenaline running again and I was ready to run through walls if needed.  "I need to use the toilet, so pick me up and place me on the toilet, I can't move anything except for my fingers, a little bit, and NO (she said forcefully), I do NOT want you to call 911 or anybody else for that matter.  Can you do that for me, please?  I was up and by her side in an instant and gingerly picked her up, very carefully placing her on the toilet making sure she was centered and not going to fall over.  "Okay, turn around and give me a second please", after she was done, "Your going to have to dab me Guy", her face was blazing a bright shade of crimson.   I did that and returned her to my bed.  "Guy, please do not worry, I'm quite certain I'm going to be alright I just….overextended myself a little bit."  I raised my eyebrow and she knew I was getting ready to gush, "Just relax, your taking this harder than I am, my experiment just got carried away a little bit.  That's not important right now, I am starving.  I need food and supplements NOW or do you want me to start convulsing again?"  One moment I was there with Mite and the next I was in the kitchen getting foodstuffs ready.

I returned, plumped up pillows and got her into a sitting position so I could start feeding her.  "One more thing, go make a blenderful of shake, I want to wash this down with that.  Again, I was out and back in a flash after cursing the ridiculously slow blender. 

"I have one more favor to ask Guy, just feed me and I'll talk to you in a bit.  Supplements first please."

I kept feeding her and feeding her, I don't know where she was putting it but it kept disappearing.  "Oh my god she gasped, I'm so full" the blender was 3/4s empty and she had two of our regularly scheduled meals.  "I'm done.  Now I'm ready to talk.  You did everything I told you to do and that's exactly what I wanted, it just didn't turn out the way I expected.  I even woke up in your bed, next to you which would have been very pleasant had I not been incapacitated.  There is only one thing I want right now and that is to sleep.  One small favor", she yawned deeply, "double order our meals and make sure I've got a lot of shake left, if not, the health food store on 12th and Maryland is where I get it.   Please Guy, everything is all right, I'll make it up to you but right now, I'm going to pass out, night."

I stood there blinking, finding it hard to believe what transpired since 9:00 PM last night.  I was beat, I decided to finish her shake, clean up the dishes and have a meal before going back to bed.  I did all that, checked on food supplies in the kitchen and then went back to the bedroom.   She was still in a sitting up position from whence I fed her so I very carefully rearranged her so that she would be sleeping flat although she probably would have stayed asleep if she had fallen to the floor.  Then I nestled next to her and passed out myself. 

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

Another most excellent chapter, dear friend.

Please continue.

[slider]

Another most excellent chapter, dear friend.

Please continue.

Seconded! really wonderful stuff.

[trilliwig]

It warms the cockles of my heart to see Mite opening up to Guy.  That, and Mite throwing her whole being into the workout.  The trance thing was strangely exciting.  More please. 🙂

[Fonk]

This is just beautiful stuff. I'm on the edge of my seat! 😮

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