Massive Muscle Patient Chapter 5

“Clean yourself up slut,” Josh said to Becky as he walked out of the bathroom.  “Better yet, make the stupid doctor do it.  I’m gonna get someone attractive in here.”

She hopped off the bed, now towering above me.  She reached out under my armpits and lifted me in the air, tossing me over her shoulder like I was nothing.  “Let’s go, Baby,” she said, then turned towards the bathroom.  When she got in, she lowered me back to the floor and closed the door.

“Becky… I…” I started to say.  I was so embarrassed.  This had all gone so poorly, I had no training for what to do in situations like this.  She pulled a rag out of one of the drawers and handed it down to me.

“Josh says you have to clean the puke off my thigh,” she said in a calming tone.  She put her hand on top of my head and exerted just enough pressure to bring me to my knees.  She was so tall, when I reached her leg, I was still reaching up.  As soon as my hand brushed her thigh, I got hard.  She was just so ripped and her thigh was so big and muscular, it was such a turn on.  I definitely took my time in wiping her off, enjoying every minute of it.  I knew it was unprofessional, but at this point what did any of that count for?  And for what it’s worth, she didn’t seem to mind.

“I don’t usually get touched where you’re touching me,” she said, and I could tell her breathing was getting heavier.  She reached down and unzipped her shorts again, bringing with it that familiar fish stench.  You would think by now I’d be used to it, but it was so pungent and gaining in power that it hit hard every time.  She could tell I had a miniature gag.  “I know how much you like the smell of my pussy.”

I tried to cover my mouth with my hand, but she gripped my hair with her hand.  “Why don’t you take a big whiff of me baby.”  I took a deep breath in, taking in all of her odor.  I knew it would make me wretch, but I didn’t want to disappoint.  She looked on calmly as I smelled the horrible scent, and it hit me just like before.  My body convulsed and I threw up on her thigh again, but her hand held my head in place.

“Keep rubbing me baby,” she said.  Just the sight of my own vomit was making me throw up again.

“I can’t…” I started to say, but I spewed again.  Now I was smelling both her smelly vagina and my own vomit.  This was the grossest combination I could imagine.  Gripping my head by my hair, she pulled my face into the vomit so I was now hugging her leg.

“Mmm…” she moaned.  “Lick my smelly pussy baby…” she whispered to me.  She pulled my face to her now open crotch, arching my head up so I could reach her vagina.  I stuck out my tongue and sifted through her pubic hairs, and when my tongue made contact, it was a very warm, tangy taste.  I looked up at her to see if I was doing what she wanted, but I couldn’t see her face.  Her giant tits were blocking any view from above.  I could tell by the way she was gripping my hair that she was enjoying herself.  My tongue found her moist clitoris, and I was surprised it took any time at all as it was enormous.  It stuck out at least an inch.  “Mmm suck on it baby,” she moaned.

She pulled me in closer and my lips wrapped around it.  I sucked on it like a straw, and this drove her crazy.  My hands gripped her powerful, massive thighs, trying desperately to push away from this monster, but of course I was overpowered.

“I’m cumming baby,” she moaned, squeezing my face into her smelly pussy as hard as she could.  I could feel her legs buckling, which shook my entire being, and her pussy erupted in a mixture of cum and piss.  Clearly, she had lost all control of her sexual functions being with such a demanding and selfish man, and squited all over me.  My face was drenched, and my hair, and most of my shirt.  Her jean shorts, which were not entirely off but unzipped, were similarly drenched, to the point where piss was dripping off the denim and running down her legs.  She breathed heavily while she recovered from her earth shattering orgasm, her giant breasts bobbing up and down hypnotically.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, trying to wipe the piss from my eyes.  The smell was obviously awful, not to mention my pride.  While I was tending to the urine coating my body, I heard a whistle, like a man calling a dog.  Becky’s ears perked up and she squatted down to be closer to eye level with me, her massive frame looking like an adult talking to a small child.  Her chest was now more visible again, reminding me of her very classy shirt that read SLUT in stretched out, sequined letters.

“I’ve got to go, clean up for me okay baby?” she said.  She got up and wiped off her legs, accomplishing what I never could.  I could hear the whistle again, meaning Josh was likely getting impatient.

“Coming dear,” she called out, then opened the door and closed it behind her.  I was left to my own devices on the floor of her bathroom.  My stomach felt like a bowling ball had hit it, and I would be surprised if I had anything left in it.  I had thrown up so much just smelling her dirty vagina, and the smell lingered in my nostrils, making me chronically nauseated.  I wondered if I would ever not smell it again.

“What the fuck IS that thing!?” came an unfamiliar female voice from outside the bathroom.  As I recalled, Josh had left to go ‘get someone attractive in here’.  This must have been that person.  I could only imagine what he had done to add another woman into this mix.  I guess I was somewhat relieved it wasn’t Shelly, who at this point would have all the ammo in the world to rub in my face.  Josh’s voice was deeper, and I couldn’t make out what he was saying over the muffled noises.

“I’m not making out with HER!  She’ll kill me!” shouted the girl.  I heard some more muffled sounds, then a brief moment of action.  “Let go of me you-” and then nothing.  I shuddered to think what may have happened to this woman.  I picked myself off the ground and wiped off as best I could.  I felt like I was getting out of the frying pan and into the fire, but I had to see what was going on.

Reluctantly, I pushed the door forward and, as quietly as I could, entered the bedroom.  Much to my surprise, Becky was on her back on the bed, taking up most of it as expected of her size, and a much smaller girl was on top of her.  Against Becky’s gigantic frame, this girl looked like a child, both of her skinny arms held tightly by Becky’s powerful hands.  The girl was tiny and blonde, and looked like she might be somewhat pretty, but she was turned away from me.  She was wearing a tank top and jean shorts, and her skinny, pale legs paired up with Becky’s thick, tanned legs made them look like different species.  Becky’s big lips were smothering the girl’s face, kissing and sucking to the point that the girl could not speak.  All I could hear from her were occasional soft whimpers.  It would appear she was in a very confusing state of mind; one part seduction, another part fear, another part confusion.  She began kissing back, her lips smacking on Becky’s.  Their tongues explored each other, Becky’s being much larger and occasionally lapping over her face instead of touring her mouth.  The tiny girl was being partially lifted off by Becky’s chest, which looked like two basketballs packed into her white shirt.  As they made out, Becky’s massive legs moved up and down, occasionally wrapping around the girl’s lower torso, almost making her disappear entirely.  It was certainly true that this monster with bulging muscles was clearly able to crush this tiny girl, break her in half, without any trouble whatsoever.

“Is this good for you, baby?” asked Becky in between kisses to Josh.

I just then realized, tearing my eyes away from the bed, that Josh was standing to the side with his cock out.  He wasn’t even particularly big.  For the life of me, I had no idea how this guy was so good with women, and specifically what Becky saw in him.  Maybe I didn’t understand women as well as I thought I did.

“It’s a whole lot better when you shut up,” he said to her.

She kept kissing the smaller girl, saliva now dribbling down her lips and creating strands between their mouths.  I had never seen a girl so dominated sexually that she had been converted into a gay muscle loving freak so quickly.  It had to have been almost instant that she was completely controlled by the muscular goddess before her, if not mentally than physically for sure.

“Smother her with your fat tits,” Josh called out.

“Okay, baby,” said Becky, relinquishing her hold of one of her arms and grabbing the girl by the back of the head.  She lowered her slightly and forced her between her huge tits, which were still in the shirt.

“Oh god-” the girl was able to get out before plunging into the shelf of a chest.  Her face disappeared, only a shock of blonde hair still visible.

“Look Josh, the doctor is here,” Becky said absentmindedly while she smothered the small girl in her chest.

“All cleaned up?” Josh asked.

I nodded quietly, still stunned at what I was seeing.  “You guys… what is… this is…” I tried to say, but words were escaping me.  As a professional, I was unsure of how to proceed.  I felt like I needed to get out, but how would that help them?  Also, I was still being blackmailed by Becky to stay, so I really couldn’t just leave.  I was trapped in this weird fetish house.  And I would be lying if I said I wasn’t even the slightest bit mesmerized by these two women on the bed.  She was just so much more woman than the other, it was weird that they were making out like… equals.

“Okay, my turn, get outta there retard,” Josh said to Becky.  The giant casually pulled the girl off of her shirt and rolled her to the side of the bed.  She stood up and left the bed, walking to a chair.  Josh excitedly took off his pants and dove on to the girl, whose face was completely red and looked like she was about to pass out.

“What is going on?” I asked Becky, approaching her chair.

“Oh, honey, you can probably go now,” she said.  “Josh is gonna cum, and then he’s gonna make me lift weights until I pass out.”

“But… is this what you want?”

“Um… I think I’d rather be the one getting fucked, but he really likes new girls that aren’t me a lot more.  Maybe next session we can figure this out?”