Male Bimbo. Chapter 2

[mimolover]

CHAPTER 2

PART 1
Getting him ready was actually quite easy; most of the necessities were already in place and ready to go. For this occasion, he was to be dressed in only the skimpiest and most revealing (and therefore roomy) outfit on hand. His body was now adorned with a combination of lucky black fishnet with studded leather straps holding it all in place. Bicep high long fishnet gloves trailed over the sinew of his forearms, starting at the knuckles of his index fingers, and finishing with a thick black strap with steel studs and buckle at the peak of his biceps. Both of those straps were snapped tight and creaked for mercy when the pride filled muscles were fully flexed and twitching. A similar fetish was wrapped around his legs except for the fresh white towel over the lower part of his rump and barely hiding the outline of the equipment between his legs. The steel studs on the stiff black leather around his mid thigh were becoming such a turn on already. The meager dress of his torso left very little the imagination. The top half of the armored plate that was his abdominal wall was under the fishnet. Every one of the grooves were being accentuated by the irregular stretching and bunching up of the holey fabric, making them stand in relief. His thrust forward proud chest stretched the fishnet splendidly and left his nipples pocking through. His rough and tough shoulders and trapezium muscles were left bare. They looked so intimidating swelling up on the sides of his neck. He just couldn?t wait to grow them some more. This particular outfit was completed with the studded dog collar around is neck ? extremely suggestive; and did so much love seeing himself as a muscular pet.
He stared onwards at the mirror as he raised his hands behind his neck, flexing and crunching his body while swaying side gently side to side letting the light catch on every one of his curves. His flared out hips gave a dramatic hourglass shape that could simply not be beat from any other bodybuilder. Another benefit of his cartoonish frame was the extra restructuring of his legs. The muscles were mounted up in the middle, going all strong and steely with obscene ripples over every bulge. His thighs were severely pot bellied right in the middle and just above the knee, giving them an almost ovoid shape, or the impression that his mistress had already packed too much meat into him down there. Those hips allowed so many extra sheaths of muscle to grow in all the right places. People were always rubbing their hands over his legs like they were inspecting the health of a racehorse. He loved the way they couldn?t help themselves but shake and jiggle his hypertrophied unflexed thighs so they flapped like a sail in the breeze. And they would return for more to check his progress, never leaving disappointed. His heavy squatting legs continued to develop and shed with sinew. Clients would measure those thighs, slap them, tickling him as their rubbing hands made their way down to back of his knees. The lowest of those muscles, holding tremendous pot bellied girth; more than a normal man ever should, before suddenly plunging down towards the bony joint. The hind of that body part was extremely sensitive to touch, and could easy drive him weak and gasping for more.
Bimbo heaven once more as his progress was checked. Fingers sinking deep into the meat of the young man, grabbing handfuls of teenaged muscle, then jostled like a toy. Few could get enough from watching the mesmerizing display as soft looking boy meat swayed hypnotically, then suddenly snapped to into steel hard masculine pride. It was slightly audible as the unflexed beef whipped back into hardness and proceeded to pump its veins and ripple its sinew.

Bimbo muscle is all boy and all solid meat.

His breathtaking hourglass body stood proud as his mistress took both his hands in hers and held them at the small of his back.
?Now flex your chest and your tummy?


He obeyed; nothing was more important for a young bimbo than being obedient, even more than fucking. His stomach heaved forward and his chest swelled with pride. Deliciously framed between his dragon wing laterals and bulging biceps, the boy puffed up to show off his body. The enormous chest was stretching the fishnet audibly, and it now swelled up into a perfect diamond shaped build.


Slapping his chest and belly, and hearing the hollow noise reply; ?Mmmmm, If you pump that body up any more, you might pop?


Muscles didn?t mind at all that idea. Maybe she should just pump him up till he popped. Do whatever she wanted with him. Treating him like an inflatable fucktoy didn?t disturb him one little bit. The thought of being forced to grow rapidly made him more horny than anything. Once even a meager wave of typical teen hornyness crossed his thoughts, his diminutive bimbo brain was entranced and thought of little else. It was amazing that he could fit much at all into such a tiny brain at all. There was not much room left in there after all his fantasies about his body and his treatment. Thoughts of his chiseled physique being chained up in the gym; pumping iron, dripping sweat, and displayed like a perfect bimbo specimen dominated always across his thoughts. It had become difficult to concentrate on too many things at once such as; being weighed, measured, probed, submitting to heavy workouts, and of his 2nd best favorite (after being used like a living muscular sex toy) submitting to experiments to make him grow. He remembered being chained down on the table once, which was certainly a big deal, since memorization was big thinking for his head. Those doctors pumping him full of raw bull testosterone, feeling his energy reserves explode, and having his dick sucked dry all day. His cock just kept spewing out cum so thick he could drink it. Having his balls weighed and measured was a shockingly erotic experience, especially when they were becoming noticeably bigger to match the modifications to his dick.

Back in reality, he needed to get ready to greet his owners for the night. A simple thing really, since he had no say in the matter. Mistress had already tied his hands together at his back and hooked a slender chain to his dog collar. As she gave a slight tug, he gladly trotted up at her high heels like a loyal puppy. That?s what he desired to be as well; a muscular puppy dog taken out to show. His ridiculous penis was swinging side to side, patting the inner thighs, getting stiffer and more sensitive with each passing moment. Now he was where a muscle bimbo belonged; on display, showing off the muscles his mistress had grown on him. The small company of cruel women there in oddly furnished room had some familiar faces. And those faces all just adored him being a fuckable piece of meat.

[Mdlftr]

So the women are at a NOW* convention? Is he one of the breakout sessions"? "The perfect male for the 21st century?"

*snark snark*



*National Organization of Women

[mimolover]

When you post a story, you can write it the way you like it. For now you will just have to fill in the plot holes with you imagination.

[msllover]

LOVE it!!! Def one of my fantasies. I'd love to own a Muscle Pup.

[mimolover]

The remainder parts of this story should be appearing here over the next week or two. Im actaully working on the other extreme of the sub/dom spectrum for the next seperate story. that is to say, an extremely dominant man who is soldom toyed with will be making an appearance. Feel free to send feedback vai direct post or PM as soon as you have at least one hand free.