Rachel’s Muscle Diary
By Bill Dwight
Rachel starts a diary to detail her new muscle related fetish
 
 
April 4th, 2005
 
I have decided to start a diary detailing the events of my favorite fetish: 
making men cum,
either voluntarily or involuntarily, by showing off my gorgeously muscular 
body. Not
every guy likes muscular women, but I have discovered that the ones who do 
get so
turned on that they can’t control themselves in my presence and the results 
are quite often
very messy. Sometimes, they are forced to start jerking off no matter who is 
there or how
badly they try not to. Sometimes they are successful in keeping their hands 
off their dicks,
but that doesn’t stop the cum from escaping. There is no better feeling than 
making a man
cum in his pants.
 
My goal is to record some of the better occurrences as they happen, but I 
feel some catch
up is required.
 
I first discovered this type of guy when I was 16 getting a physical from my 
doctor. My
older brother is a bodybuilder with an extensive gym in our basement. Since 
I had no
older sisters to emulate, I decided to start weight lifting to be more like 
my brother. I took
to lifting very well, and by the time I was 16, I had 14.5” biceps, 22” 
quads, 14.5” calves,
and a 44” chest (that last one was helped by the fact that I inherited my 
mom’s gigantic
breasts). Those are pretty good measurements for a 5’5” 16 year old girl.
 
I was sitting in the examination room when Dr. Andrews walked in. “So 
Rachel, what
seems to be the problem?”
 
“Well doctor, I was lifting in the basement with no spotter. I know I’m not 
supposed to
do that, but no one was home. Anyway, I was lifting to failure, lost control 
of the weight,
and seemed to hurt my shoulder.”
 
The doctor looked at me like I was a little kid. “Rachel, I think it’s 
admirable that you are
trying to get into shape, but you really should have someone there to show 
you how to do
that.”
 
“But doctor, I’ve been lifting for four years. I’m pretty sure I know what 
I’m doing. I’m
already the strongest kid in high school. I beat our star football player in 
arm-wrestling.”
 
The doctor started looking uncomfortable when I said this. “Oh yeah?” he 
stammered.
“He probably let you win because he has a crush on you. You are a very 
attractive girl
and,” he looked down at my breasts, “starting to mature a little.”
 
“I don’t think so. The only crush going on was his hand against the table. 
It only took me
about two seconds to pin him. And he’s really muscular. His arms are 
technically bigger
than mine, but mine are almost completely muscle.”
 
Dr. Andrews started looking around the room nervously. I thought maybe I was 
holding
him up so I decided to stop blabbing. He didn’t want to hear about my 
muscles.
 
“Ok,” Dr. Andrews said a little shakily, “Why don’t you take off your 
sweater so that I
can see your muscles…SHOULDER!” he yelled, “I mean shoulder.” He put his 
head
down and stared at the floor.
 
Since up to this point, I had never had anyone react this way to my muscles, 
I had no idea
what was wrong with him. Guys with a muscle chic fetish are a real small 
minority, and I
hadn’t noticed any by that point in my life. Since that day, I did find out 
that even though
they may be difficult to find, they react extremely strongly to their 
fetish.
 
As I peeled off my sweatshirt I saw Dr. Andrews’ eyes bulge our so far he 
almost looked
cartoony. It was awkward looking into those buggy eyes, so I diverted my 
glaze
downward. It was then that I saw the first bonor my muscles had ever given a 
guy. At
least the first one I noticed. Still, at 16 I was confused and was still 
trying to assess the
situation. I wasn’t sure if it was my muscles, my breasts (which were really 
developed
even at 16. Thanks Mom.), or maybe he was just weird.
 
In any case, the thought that I was turning on a grown man so much was 
turning me on. I
decided that I was going to play with him to see where I could take this. 
Why not, I was
sure I was stronger than him and could stomp him if he tried anything.
 
“You see doctor, my shoulder is keeping me from lifting too heavy.” I put my 
arm up and
flexed my delts so that he could see the individual heads. “I’ve been 
gaining so much size
on my arms and I don’t want my shoulders to fall behind.”
 
Dr. Andrews was breathing very erratically at this point and I could swear I 
saw his bulge
bounce up and down a few times. “Uh yeah, I noticed that you have 
spectacular muscle
development.” When he spoke, he sounded like he just ran the Boston 
marathon.
 
“Um, could you excuse me for a second? I…uh….need to get….your file.”
 
I knew he was lying because the file was on his desk where the nurse always 
puts it. I
was pretty sure he wanted to go whack off to relieve some of his tension, 
but I wasn’t
letting him get away that easy.
 
“But doctor, I’m really in a rush. I’m going to the beach today, and I want 
to hit the gym
first so that I can look extra pumped in my bikini. There’s so many muscular 
guys at the
beach and I like to show them that women can look just as muscular.”
 
Now I am positive that his bulge is bouncing up and down. Also, it seemed to 
be leaking
quite a bit. I had never seen a man that aroused before and I was quite 
fascinated. He was
breathing so heavy now that it looked like he was hyperventilating. I 
started moving my
arms like I was doing shoulder presses. “It hurts when I do this,” then I 
pretended to do
lateral raises, “Not as much now,”
 
“Oh god,” he moaned and I saw his pants get a lot wetter. I had wondered if 
he had an
orgasm. At the time I wasn’t aware of just how much pre-cum could escape a 
penis
during periods of intense arousal.
 
“It’s even starting to affect my bicep workouts. My favorite bicep…” I 
trailed off. I
noticed that every time I said “bicep,” his penis would do an extra large 
twitch and the
wet spot on his pants would get bigger. Was he even aware that this was 
happening?
Maybe he was in such a state of muscle lust that he didn’t notice or care 
that he was
soaking the front of his pants with pre-cum while looking at a 16 year old 
girl in her bra.
 
“Y-Y-You’re favorite b-b-b-bicep what?” Dr. Andrews pleaded. Wow he was 
really out
there. Now I knew nothing existed in this man’s life but my muscles and his 
mind-
blowing arousal.
 
“Oh yeah, my favorite bicep (another twitch, more wet spot) exercise is when 
I take the
cable cross-over machine,” I put my arms out parallel to the ground, “and 
pull inward
toward my head.”
 
I simulated the movement slowly and flexed my biceps as hard as I could, 
stopping at
what was basically a front double bicep pose. I held this pose despite the 
pain because I
had to see how far I could take this.
 
My biceps swelled up pretty good. I’ve always loved my biceps. The bottom of 
the
muscle is attached fairly high on my arm so that the bigger they get, the 
higher the peak
goes. I mean, all that muscle meat has to go somewhere, right? No where to 
go but up.
 
I quickly found out that this was way too much for Dr. Andrews to handle. 
“Oh fuck, shit,
fuck, oooooh shiiiiiiit,” he groaned and a huge amount of cum spurted 
through his dress
pants right where the top of his dick was. Even though it had to go through 
two layers of
material, it still managed to spurt almost 6 inches away.
 
Christ, if he was naked, he could’ve put someone’s eye out. And I wondered 
why I
thought his pre-cum was an orgasm. That was a steady stream of clear liquid 
that just
made the front of his khaki pants dark brown. His actual ejaculation was 
pearly white and
very thick despite being filtered through both pieces of material.
 
I was so amazed that I made this man cum without either of us touching his 
dick that I
had no idea how long his orgasm lasted, however a safe estimate was about 90 
seconds.
That’s 90 seconds of him grunting, “Fuck, oh shit, ooh bicep…”
 
When all was said and done I think there was half a cup of cum on the floor 
and running
down his pant leg. Jeez, the inside of his pants must look like a bag of 
Jergen’s lotion.
When he finally finished, he seemed to come back to reality a little. He 
looked at my face
then at the pool of cum on the floor, muttered something about not feeling 
so well, and
ran out of the examination room.
 
Wow! I had never felt so powerful in my life. By just flexing my muscles, I 
had cause a
grown man, a doctor in fact, to completely lose control over his body and 
cum all over
himself.
 
I quickly cleaned up his cum before the nurse came in and wondered what 
happened. Dr.
Andrews was a nice man and I didn’t want to see him get into trouble. Plus, 
I may want
to make another appointment with him soon. I started bodybuilding to feel 
powerful and
the power I felt now was unlike any I had ever experienced before. Yes, Dr. 
Andrews
was getting another visit. But first, I wanted to see it there were any 
other guys like Dr.
Andrews out there.

 

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