[guydaley]

Mighty – Mite 8

It was Monday morning and Naomi was back, I had some residual soreness but not that much since I had a day off from workouts.  I'm not sure how Naomi could put me back to sleep after I had a full nights rest, but her ministrations were divine.  She had this sort of rhythm, kind of elevate you up to a climax of restoration and then ease you back down, lull you to sleep.  Its too bad I've never had a professional massage before.  I have nothing else for comparison purposes. 

Today, it seemed that Mite let me sleep in.  After my nap, I woke up by myself, got up and it sounded like there was activity in the gym.  As I rounded the corner I saw Mite taking Naomi through her paces on some dumbbell rows.  Mite, noticed me, "It looks like we're losing Naomi Friday, she's going to Australia for a week."  Naomi had one knee on the bench, one leg on the ground and she was grinding out rows with what looked like considerable weight for a woman.  Her heavy bosom was swaying in her top with the movement.  She looked up to smile and acknowledge my presence and quickly went back to focusing on her reps.  If I hadn't already been wearing a hardon, that certainly would have encouraged me there.

"Three more Naomi, just three more."  Then Mite walked over to me, gave me a quick hug, grinding her belly into my groin, "You've made incredible strides, your sexual energy is growing by leaps and bounds.  You almost lost it on me last night, but today we're going to fix that."  She reached down and grabbed my hardon and looked up at me with a knowing grin.

Naomi let out a bellow and stood up, Mite turned around, "Beautiful Naomi, that was great."  I could see Naomi's chest was heaving and she was sweating heavily.  Mite, went over to hug Naomi and it was kind of a funny hug, because it looked like Mite fashioned it to avoid Naomi's generous bosom.  Naomi said, "Thanks, Mite, see you tomorrow. Guy, I guess I've got my work cut out for me tomorrow."

Now I was getting a little worried, they were sharing girl secrets, and something ominous was going to happen today. 

Mite faced me, "We'll have a meal, supplements and then its times to get serious."

While we were eating, Mite was watching me, all the time, its as if she couldn't take her eyes off of me.  She would stare at me (in general, sort of unfocused, not taking in anything in particular) and I would look at her and she would not be embarrassed or care if I caught her staring. 

Finally I said, "Mite, what's going on."

"Something happened last night."

"If I'm not mistaken, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you lose your (and I almost stammered the word) virginity last night?"

"Oh that?, that was nothing, something happened to you and to be completely accurate and she briefly had a haunted look on her face, it was my first ogasm."

She hit me with her stun gun again, still not getting used to it.  Last night, she broke some TITANIC pyschological/emotional barrier and it was uneventful compared to what happened to me. 

"Uh, I take it that since your saying "something" your not sure what it is?"

"Exactly, you are a MOST difficult client.  You can be very aggravating at times.  Well it looks like you're finished, lets begin, today is chest, back, arms and abs.  Its a heavy schedule but I'm counting on diverting most of your sexual energy into the workout."

I knew this was coming.  It was some kind of mixture of fascinating dread.  One more time she was upping the ante.  Today, she didnt dim the lights as much, she wore no shirt and just panties.  She teased me mercilessly but she wouldn't start in until the muscle group we were working on was seriously flagging.  Then she would prance in front of me, flex for me, grope me, caress me and about the time I would start to completely fail she would start beating me off and time the collapse perfectly.  She'd join me in the hot tub between workouts, hydrate me, feed and supplement me and start all over with another major muscle work out.  After the back workout, as we were relaxing in the hot tub once again and she was massaging my back she whispered in my ear, "You are going where no man has gone before."

I was quite certain of that.  No man has been tortured, titillated and pampered like this in the history of mankind. 

In the afternoon, as we switched to minor muscle groups she really started to put the pressure on me.  She'd fished out a special lubricating cream and she was applying a lot more attention to my dick.  She kept it hard all the time, if I was starting to give out on a lift and so was my hardon, she'd reach for it immediately and tease it back up.  I had flitting thoughts about what kind of long term damage was being done for these short term gains.  By the end of our workouts that day, well lets say I was fairly immobile, my upper body that is.  Lower body was spared.  It was so bad, she had to feed me like a baby.  After the last workout she laid off teasing completely, turned if off like a faucet,  even put her tent sweater back on.  She sort of took on the nurse role.  While she was forking some chicken into my mouth, "I was too hard on you today, but you don't have any complaints do you?" and she smiled at me sweetly.  "I'm not sure", I grimaced.

After the 7pm feeding, we skipped not watching TV and went directly to the hot tub.  She helped me shower afterwards, toweled me off, fed me my 8 pm supplements, so basically I was a paraplegic of the upper body and she was doing everything to satisfy those needs.  I was more or less on autopilot pretending, no that's not it, I WAS a patient.  Finally she led me to bed a bit after 8. 

"Now its my turn, you just lay there."  I hadn't planned on doing anything but.

She took off all her clothes and straddled me, placed her hands on my chest and I winced.  "Sorry"

It seemed like Mite was leaving me and going somewhere else, although she was still sitting on my stomach.  "I NEED to be able to make this connection easily.  I need more practice."  So she let my hardon graze the crack of her ass and like last night she started out slow, trembling every once in a while, trying to center herself before mounting.  This time she didn't have to rush, my dick was on autopilot, I didn't have to participate.  I wasn't emotionally involved like the previous night as I was lost in a daze of fatigue and exhaustion. Mite was using me like a human dildo, she milked me 8 times that day already but I don't think I was going to remain conscious for the 9th.  After that I think she "practiced" 2 or 3 more times and  woke me up to  feed me a couple more times. 

The next morning I was fed and supplemented in bed but I managed teeth brushing myself although it was slow going.  I showed up in the massage room, Naomi took one look at me and laughed.  I just kind of stood there, "Are "we" a little tender this morning?", as if she were a doctor speaking to her patient.  Then Naomi really started laughing.    "Mite said she was going to beat you up.  Yeah, she REALLY raked you over the coals.  Okay I can see this is going to be a big session, lets get to work."

She had me almost crying several times and just like Mite she called me a big baby.  Mite and Naomi must belong to some Fraternal order or Medieval Torturers.  Somewhere along the way I passed out.  Eventually, I was roused by a sharp pain in my ass, then another and I really started coming to.  "Wow, Naomi really did a number on you didn't she?  I had a good time groping your ass but that wasn't good enough I had to start spanking you." 

"You both did a number on me", I said still muddled from sleep.

"Well it was necessary, I wanted to make sure everything was set up last night so I could concentrate on myself.  I didn't want my little light bulb flickering or going out prematurely." 

"So, did you make any progress?", I was genuinely interested.

"Yes, you shouldn't have any problems making me orgasm."  Now I realized that Mite was almost quivering with excitement.  You get a day of unscheduled rest today, sort of."  She laughed at her own joke.  "C'mon your muscles are primed for growth but they aren't going anywhere unless you feed them."  I did feel pretty hungry.  I got up feeling pretty stiff but the majority of the soreness was gone. 

While we were sitting down Mite filled me in on the revised schedule, half the day had been spent on the morning massage and extended nap.  Your going to do 45 minutes of cardio on the stepmaster to warm up, get your blood circulating then another dip in the hot tub and then its time for you to help me.  I'm going to do chest this afternoon.  Then you can get on the treadmill for another 30, then your upper body should be ready for 30 on the rowing machine.  "You with me?", Mite said excitedly.

"100% Mite, 100%" and I said it like I meant it too, I was looking forward to witnessing, no participating in the new workout technique for her.  I wasn't sporting a hardon right there but it did twitch a couple times at the thought. 

When it was time, she didn't dim the lights at all, nor was she wearing any kind of shirt, just her jogging togs.  I couldn't keep my eyes off her upper torso,  she was exceedingly white, I don't think her upper body ever saw the light of day.    THAT'S IT!, she was a living marble statue of a muscle goddess.  It didn't have any right to be on a little woman like that.  It was so fascinating to see those muscles in action.  I was riveted to watching her rack the weights and get ready.  She knew I was staring at her, my dick was straining at my underwear but I was completely oblivious to that.

"Guy"

It was like a hypnotist snapping her fingers,  "Hmmm?"

"Its time for the bad news."  That jump started my thoughts and my heart, I sort of got wild eyed I suppose, not wanting to hear any bad news but I couldn't help fix the bad news unless I knew what it was.  My erection – gone like a puff of smoke.

Mite walked over to another bench and there was a measuring tape lying there.

"C'mere", she said, "I'll show you how to do this."  I walked over to her wondering how a measuring tape could be bad news for me.

She had a guilty look on her face, she faced me, got real close and wrapped the measuring tape around my torso, pulling me towards her so that we were bumping, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have phrased it that way, your heart took off like a rocket, your blood pressure started to soar, your respiration started to increase…. "I was mean but I wanted you to share my pain."

"What pain Mite, what pain?", I was getting a little desperate.

She hugged me tight now, "I must be getting really close to you, because I've never been able to read anybody from 20' away, not even half naked the way you are."

I hugged her back, "Please tell me, what pain Mite."

She spun around so that her back was to me and fished the tape around her torso.  It was an old cloth tape, looked like an antique, been used for years with a couple of expert patches mixed in (odd, nobody patches an old tape, they just get another one). 

"Here make sure its level in back" and she adjusted it so it was straight across her nipples and then lowered her arms.  She made a couple more minor adjustments, "Yup, just as I suspected."

"What Mite, what is it?"

She spun around and faced me, "I lost a 1/2"

I thought to myself, "Holy Shit! She almost gave me a coronary for a 1/2".  I've got to turn this around."

"Just a second Mite, its no big deal."  At this her expression took on surprise, betrayal, hurt, anger, she was getting ready to explode.

"Hear me out Mite, you said yourself muscle has memory, I made a quick comeback, you will too."

"I'm half way through the summer and I'm starting out with a 1/2 deficit", Mite said, trying to support her strong emotions.

"We haven't even tried your new technique yet.  Listen, I swear I will eat a (and I fished for something to say) a clean pair of my underwear if you aren't at LEAST 1" ahead of your best measurement by the end of summer.  You'll see Mite, look at what your doing to me, its amazing, have a little more confidence.  In fact we're wasting time right now aren't we?", and I attempted to guide her to the bench press with one hand on her shoulder and the other arm pointing the way.

Mite acquiesced, "Alright lets get on it, I've almost forgotten what a pump is like."

"Whew", I thought to myself, "She's spent too much time around bodybuilders, she may not be on roids but she sure acts like it.

Mite stationed me at the head of the bench, to spot and swap weights while she cranked out the reps.  First was warm up weights, then get heavy.  She was doing all of this topless and it was no less than spectacular.  As the sets went on I could see her chest getting more and more flushed, as more blood was rushing to her pecs.  Then it was time for dumbbell flyes and I set out a series of dumbbells so that she wouldn't have to get up, I fetched her water, I got her a towel.  I didn't offer her any words of encouragment, in fact, I was pretty sure we wanted silence so she could focus.  She barely knew I was there anyway.  I couldn't believe the pump she was getting.  We did incline and decline flyes and now she started to notice me.  "We're close, get ready.  I know its going to be awkward, I'll scoot down to the end of bench, I'm wet already."  I felt like a waterboy running around frantically trying to do everything right (I knew how important this was to her) and right now of all times I wasn't sporting a hardon.  "Whats the matter", Mite said and she sat up.  "I'm not quite ready."  She looked at my underwear, then she peeled off her togs and panties.  She picked up a couple of dumbbells and laid back down, "Drop your drawers and kneel down between my legs, hurry."  Which I did.  "Now feel my chest, feel how full it is, how hard and its growing" and she started to rep real slow and its true her chest was almost hot, so flushed, getting so incredibly hard when she flexed, my dick filled up like a fire hose and I was pumping in no time, "That's it she said, a little faster, yes, a little deeper, just keep going now, and it looked like she was retreating into herself, just hammering out one rep after another.  Then her whole body began to shake and tremble, she had a wild, determined expression on her face and her chest had grown, her pecs were so full, her pump was so incredible.  I was getting concerned, it looked like she might go into convulsions but I kept pumping, she kept repping and her body shook some more, she was staring off into space somewhere, the transformation was mind boggling. 

Then she simultaneously screamed and dropped the weights and I pulled out.  I was a bit scared, Mite was laying there with her arms dangling limp and she had this vacant expression on her face and her body was still trembling.  This wasn't right, this wasn't natural, I didn't know what to do, she didn't tell me this was going to happen.  I dashed to get a glass of water and kneeled beside her, nothing changed.  Her chest was huge compared to what it normally was, so red, so crisscrossed with veins.  "Mite", I said gently, "Mite are you okay?", I set the glass down, got behind her to help her sit up, "Mite, please, say something."  Her lips moved, (I was so happy there was some improvement), I shook her gently, "Mite, what happened? are you okay, should I call 911? talk to me."  Her arms were still dangling, "Sit me up she said, hurry", which I did, "Cup my breasts", (I was sitting behind her, bracing her up and this I gladly did), they were so swollen.  I mean I could get a decent pump but this was unreal.  "Massage them, quick, before the pump disappears."  Her whole body trembled again, then she spasmed and thrust her chest out, flexing and screaming, which scared the shit out of me some more, I was still hugging her from behind by her chest.  "Please Mite, I begged, talk to me, what do you want me to do?"  "Keep massaging, tell me how much my breasts have grown."  "Mite, your technique, It works, your pump is unbelievable, they're so huge."  "Do you want me to get the tape?"  "Mite", "Mite?"  One more massive convulsion, arching of the back, chest thrusting and my hands got to experience all of this, only Mite didn't scream this time. 

Oh, Oh, Oh, "Mite" kept saying "Oh",  "If women only knew about this", she said "Water please" and I held the glass to her lips.  They really don't know what an orgasm is, no that's not right, what an ograsm can be.  They just have the faintest inkling, they're only getting the tip of the iceberg.  Oh, wait till Naomi hears about this, no,  words will be inadequate, she won't know until she experiences it for herself."

Frantically I said, "Mite hold on here, hold on, you scared the shit out of me, why didn't you tell me this was going to happen."

Mite, tried to turn around and look at me," I told you this was the first time I've tried this and didn't I tell you the other night was my first orgasm?"

"Oh yeah, sorry, you scared the crap out of me.  I'm still recovering myself."

"I've got another surprise"

"Maybe you should save it, I don't think I can take another surprise right now.  Wait, wait, wait, whenever a woman says they have a surprise like that it means their pregnant, at least on tv, besides you couldn't possibly know this soon…. or could you?."

Mite smiled and paused.

"DAG NABIT Mite, don't toy with me this way!"

Mite laughed, "Okay I'm sorry I can't help it, but that's not it and don't concern yourself with that.  Now join me in the kitchen and then its time for your cardio sets, you haven't done a damn thing today."

That afternoon, I just worked out by myself, one cardio machine after another and I had no problem grinding it out minute after minute.  I kept on reliving Mite's workout and transformation. There is no telling what she was getting, sometimes the expression on her face was like she was having a baby, meeting God face-to-face and total and utter bliss all at the same time.
Mite isn't going to be able to get other women to do that.  Number 1 they don't have enough muscle for a decent pump, Number 2 they probably don't have the focus and empathic skills that Mite does to link them together like that.  The normal woman can probably do one or another but not simultaneously and I don't know if you can coach someone into making the connection.  I guess it works so much better for Mite because a womans orgasm goes on and on, hell Mite just might have figured out out to make them more intense, like 1 + 1 = 3 maybe more.

Another thing I thought about was how fast the changes were happening to me.  Only pro bodybuilders devote themselves full time like this.  I can feel myself getting thicker, larger everywhere except around the middle and the "beer fat" as Mite likes to call it, is fading fast, really fast.  If I was by myself I'd be cheating on my diet everyday but here, its a controlled environment.    There is no opportunity for cheating.

Then I spent some time but not much thinking about Mite's barriers and what caused it but that was useless speculation.  I vowed never to pry into it.  It still made me angry everytime I thought about it which was probably counterproductive. 

"Guy, GUY, GUY!,

"Huh?" Mite finally got through to me over the noise of the machine and the depth of my thoughts.

"Kitchen, lets go."

In the kitchen Mite handed me the supplements and some Gatorade, "Looks like you've been working pretty hard, (my underwear were soaked from sweat).

"Yeah and I've been thinking pretty hard too."

Mite attempted to cheer me out of my sober expression "Ha, when a guy says that on tv it means he's getting ready to break up or wanting to get married."

"Mite that's pretty funny, touche', but no, I'm still thinking about what happened to you on the bench, but it looks like your back to normal and I went over to peek down her muscle shirt and Mite let me.

"See anything different?" she asked.  She was wearing her beautiful smile.

"No, it looks like your back to normal."

"I've always gotten a massive pump, I think I can probably focus better than the average person.  But todays pump far exceeded anything I've had before.  But it always fades and I'm left with a few extra micrograms of muscle.  However, since I haven't worked chest for about a month, and that's the most intense chest workout I've ever had, I'm going to desperately need Naomi tomorrow.  I'm going to be hurting bad.  It hasn't caught up to me yet.  But I guarantee as soon as I'm able we're going to try it again, our timing was a little off but I'm sure we'll get better with practice."

Mite stepped on her tiptoes and gave me a BIG kiss on the lips.

"Alright more cardio for you and I'm going back to the hot tub."

Mite, kept to herself pretty much all afternoon and evening, told me she had business to attend to so for the first time I watched a movie by myself and I actually watched it this time.  It was kind of relaxing not to be worried, in awe, or in the presence of a goddess for a little while.  We didn't even hot tub together.  But she did say she had another surprise.  I don't know, I think I'm ready for some dull, ordinary routine.  Or at least a break from surprises for a bit.  And that's what I was thinking when I was watching the blank tv screen and Mite came in to get me.  She didn't say a word, she was in a big ass shirt that went all the way down to the middle of her thighs and she led me to my bedroom, then she told me, "Get ready for bed."

I peeked out the bathroom door and the bedclothes were pulled down, she was still in that giant T shirt, patting the bed, "Aren't you interested in your surprise?" 

So I launched myself and bounced on the bed, which sent a laughing Mite, flying into the air and bouncing. I was in my birthday suit.  "Yes I am, but go easy on me okay, I'm just a simple carpenter. 

I was laying on the bed propping myself up with my elbows.

Mite reached over and dropped the measuring tape on my belly. 

"What?  You think you recovered your 1/2" already?"

"No that's not for me, that's for you."

"Hey I know I'm growing, I feel all kinds of changes happening, you want me to keep track?  I figured I'd check things at the end of summer."

"She reached over and grabbed my dick, do you know how big this?

"Aaaah", dawning realization taking place, "So you want me to think that this is growing again?"

"No, you probably wouldn't believe me anyway, so we're going to measure tonight and then again tomorrow night. and your going to do the measuring. But I'll tell you this, between the time I practiced on you last night and it was three times by the way and the time you helped me with my workout, you grew some.  This afternoon I spent more time thinking about you and why this is happening and what it can mean than I did about the new technique but I've got it boiled down to two possible reasons.  In two more days I'll have it figured out, well at least the portion about whats causing it anyway."

"This whole summer is just one big test tube, whats one more experiment.  Lets get started.  You can start by getting rid of that silly T-shirt, those things are for girls and pajama parties.  Mite laughed and started peeling it off.  "How much practice do you want tonight?", I said

Mite giggled, "Well practice makes perfect."

Mite watched me measure and then she measured again, just to make sure our figures meshed.  It might have looked a little bigger but its no wonder with Mite sitting there naked.  That's just a natural result of being in the presence of  a goddess and not having to worry about lightning bolts.  Five and one half was the official figure we agreed on.  Then it was time for the fun part. 

I couldn't have been happier on the bottom.  It looked like Mite was comfortable that way, more in control AND she was constantly giving me poses and even when she wasn't I could see her muscles working while she was riding me like a bronco.  It seems like her goal was to see how many times she could get me off, although I think she was working on multiple orgasms too.  Damn fast learner.  After her fourth practice we decided to call it a night, there was a lot of work to do tomorrow.  Last thought was that I survived tonights surprise. 

[AbyssPlanet]

Protip: instead of posting each chapter as its own thread, you might want to post it all in one thread and then update the thread title as you add new chapters.

[Anonymous]

Yupp…:)

[guydaley]

I was afraid of that.  This is my first story posting and I wanted to post the chapters separately to see if I would get any encouragement and appreciation after each chapter.  (The story is NOT finished)  I was going to see how well the audience appreciated suspense build up in this forum.  I've got almost no positive comments except from neon black.  Then two comments that I'm cluttering up the posting listings and that I should have done it differently.  I'm going to finish the story because I owe it to all the FMGers whose art I appreciated over the past years but doubt I'll write anything more.  Its my way of saying thanks.  But I'm rapidly losing my enthusiasm.

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

You should not feel bad about the lack of comments.

IF there is one thing you shall learn in your time here is that people, though they do read and enjoy your work, seldom leave commentary upon.

I's do encourage you to continue with you tale as you envision it in completion but take your time with it -though not so much that you lose your place and motivation.

You are a phenominal writer and should not be discouraged so.

As to deal with the serialisation problem: you should simply take Mikazuki's advice and preface every new chapater with links to the former so people can refresh themselves if they so wish.

I's wish you all the best in all your works, dear friend.

Peace
Neon

[lbujold]

I second the encouragement to continue!  I know it must be hard sometimes to not feel appreciated for your work, I mean I am guilty of being a lurker myself, even though I wish I could write worth a damn… 

Again, this is a great story and I applaude your style of writing and of detail in characterisation.

lbujold

[phil442]

I do not post that often, but I have enjoyed the build up and development of your story to date and would like to encourage you to keep writing.  You obviouly have some skill for writing considering the speed which you created the last 8 chapters.  I hope you continue develop the charactors and storey line and not rushing to create a quick ending. 

[trilliwig]

I'll admit it.  I'm impatient for the FMG to begin in earnest.  That being said, the little hint of it in this chapter was tantalizing and I'll be hanging on your every word for the next installment.

I have to admit I started out skimming through the first chapters, but after a while I slowed down just to figure out this Mite character.  She seems very enigmatic and I'd like to know just what happened in her past and why she has her little block.  That and she has a very… unique relationship with Guy, not quite like anything else I've read.  I'd like to know just where it might end up.  Especially if her stated desires come true.  😀

[guydaley]

The last four comments is exactly what I needed to get me psyched again.  I've had the next chapter started a couple days ago and I'm at a point where I can go a couple different ways.  All the previous chapters went pretty quick, I was in the "zone", so to speak. 

So to those of you that gave me some feedback I am most appreciative, thanks.  But I am also going to make an analogy for the rest of the lurkers (I am one, but like I said I'm making up for it now).

Picture being a street entertainer, you invested a pile of time and money into being on that street corner and you chose your location well.  You have a very nice audience.  You play one set, and you hear abject silence.  You play another set, more silence.  You hat is empty.  You play your heart out, nothing.  After a point in time, what is the point?  Although the audience may have enjoyed the performance, they don't get anymore. 

So once again, thanks for those encouraging comments, I will attempt to make the conclusion worth the slow build up, (haha or I may tease some more)(evil laughter). 

[no mercy]

I have to say that this is one of the best stories I have read in recent times. Like many people I started reading this story to see some FMG goings on, but having read through the story I'm finding myself caring less and less about the FMG and more about where the story is going to go next.

You seem to have a rare gift, an ability to keep an audience engrossed in a story full of fun and exciting twists and amazing character development. In many ways I'm not even bothered anymore if you put FMG in it, all i want to do is read more of this fantastic story. 🙂

Thank you for a truly wonderful read.

[Author]

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