2 comments/ 22437 views/ 4 favorites The Body Sculptor Ch. 01 By: gmikeisbad Bobby Joe was a strange sight working behind the counter at Mike's body building supplies. She was pale, her body soft and round her clothes dark and Gothic. She liked the Gothic look; sometimes she would even wear Steampunk to work. Mike didn't care; he had spotted her hanging out listening to her cheap mp3 player in front of the local gym almost every day pretending to read. She was very beautiful; he hired her because she obviously liked fit people and had quite a bit of free time. Mike reasoned that the customers would feel better about themselves if the shop staff liked to interact with them, looked attractive but also weren't any competition in terms of muscle and fitness. Bobby Joe chatted with the men and women builders, she had no trouble talking them into posing in an empty spot in front of the store window as they considered areas they could work on. She liked that they were almost all attention-seeking exhibitionists. The big mirror beside the empty window display was like a magnet for them. She wanted to pat and rub them as they lifted their clothes and flexed, ...but never did. Store video captured in high resolution the shop visitors and they often admired themselves on the monitor and large mirrors. The pay was bad but Bobby Joe *really* liked to look at the customers. That morning a new cream was being displayed on the counter. Mike must have come in during the night to set it up. The "free trial" was selected by computer from the customer list. Mike's regular customers got a free product with every large purchase. Mike's mother was a nurse and he loved biology and chemistry from an early age. He studied anatomy along side art and sculpture at Uni. He loved to create but couldn't really find a field he wanted to work in. Mike bought the old shop in Burwood and started in body building supplies with inheritance money. He had always liked the human form; especially muscles and he studied them both aesthetically and scientifically. The first two customers of the day were a husband and wife, they had come in together and the computer had flagged them to receive a free sample of Body sculpture cream. "One coat after morning shower one day before competition." Was all that was written in the way of instructions, but that seemed clear enough. The day went on and nothing particularly eventful happened. Just the standard ebb and flow of over tanned under fed gym junkies. "A Job with a view" often thought Bobby. The next day the couple came back in, very excited wanting to get more of the cream. "They looked better somehow, younger, stronger, no not younger, but more energetic." thought Bobby Joe. "...and with more expression their faces." Bobby Joe explained that the product was just a promotion at this stage and took a note to inform them when it came in full volume. Mikes custom build software was easy to use, with customer profiles and email alerts automatically generated. Mike is quite the inventor: Mike had developed that cream over some time... ...After culturing up some bacteria, he extracted the tetanospasmin, dissolved it in bee's wax and formed a gel mixed with aloe and GHRH. The cream soaked into wet skin as it dried forming a smooth barrier that shrunk as it lost moisture. The skin was protected and tightened at the same time. As the tetanospasmin slowly made it's was through the thin layers of fat and into the blood it interrupted the neuromuscular release mechanism. The effect was two fold: The skin became tighter and smoother and the muscles, now unable to completely relax became much firmer and engorged with blood. The GHRG and the testosterone produced from the prolonged flexing promoted very rapid muscle growth. The testosterone also raised libido. Mike had invented the ultimate body shaping cream, but he had no intentions of marketing his creation. Bobby Joe liked muscles too. She didn't mind exorcize, she walked to work everyday, she swam at the local pool several times a week. But like most things she did in her free time, they were mainly excuses to watch others. She rarely looked anyone in the eyes. Most mistook that for the shyness of a Gothgirl, but they were wrong. She was quite brazen in her voyeurism. She really liked the body building shop, so many fit boys and girls all just a little too eager to show off "problem areas" abs, ass, thighs, they seem to have very little modesty. At her request, Mike had imported some Tan-thru swimwear and competition posing costumes. She chose them all and it had increased the shop patronage by almost double. She recommended Mike set up an online sales section but he just rejected it without discussion. She was confused but didn't mind making people come in, in-person. In a lull, Bobby Joe was using the change room to check out her form. She often did this; she was happy with her look but didn't have any drive to maintain the super lean bodies of her customers. Looking at herself was fun. Bobby noticed through the big shop window the couple that had asked about the cream. They were in a phone booth together across the street. The Woman was holding the phone to the side of her head -- no where near her ear or mouth. The man, Bobby guessed husband, but hadn't bothered to recheck the customer file was pressed against her from behind. They seemed to be fighting for the phone. Bobby watched as the muscular man pressed his lady into the large grey payphone. There arms joined at the wrists as he wrestled both her arms behind her back. As they shifted inside the little glass box Bobby saw a glimpse of thigh from the very fit lady. Her long skirt was lifted at the back... "OMG", "They aren't calling anyone, ...maybe Jesus." Realized Bobby. They were having rough passionate sex, right across the street. The partially opaque doors on one side and the aluminum wall on the other shielded view to everyone walking up and down the path. But the totally clear glass walls gave full view to Bobby Joe across the street, and anyone driving who'd happen to look sideways. Some people walked by and the muscular man threw his partner against the opposite wall and scrambled for the phone receiver. Her palms and breasts pressed into the glass. Bobby desperately wanted to get a picture. But was transfixed, unable to look away from these godlike bodies so publicly mashing their lust into each other. In a fluid motion Bobby lifted her bag onto the counter with her foot and retrieved her Android phone. The delay in opening apps was usually a pain, but this was agony. The Woman in the phone booth was starting to tire and was now rhythmically pressing her nose, lips, palms, and whole chest into the glass wall of the booth facing Bobby. Bobby Joe's camera app opened and she zoomed in tight. The Man and woman in the booth had dropped all pretense of a telephone conversation and were moaning so load Bobby could actually here it: 30 meters away, through the booth, the glass front of the shop and across busy Burwood road. Just a few seconds more of this as the whole booth was flexing in time with these two, insane with passion. Then in an instant, the glass went silver. And the two were gone from view. A half a second later and Bobby heard the 'POP' of the safety glass and the two inhabitants scream together in a primal way that had Bobby instantly wet. The scream was followed by the two moaning and then manic laughter. A small crowd had gathered behind the booth and gave them a big clap as they scurried off. Bobby Joe was very aroused. She looked over at the Muscle and fitness magazines and thought about a quick relief session in the back stockroom. She had work to do... and though she would save this memory for later. She went back to the desk terminal and ran Mike's special customer profile sweep. It was a crawler, looking trough facebook, myspace, Alt, Bondage, collarme, and other "straight" social networks for Australian profiles that matched the email addresses, nicks, IMs and other details the customers gave. Time permitting she had been instructed to look through the unmatched customer records and compare them with a second DOB only result list. All the customers had social sites, but almost all had kinky profiles as well. The software matched and showed their picture, their phone number was used as a customer reference and the software kept track of the things they bought, even the times and days they came in. Bobby Joe had thought it was a little weird but Mike said it was public information and no laws were being broken. A thought that gave her comfort as she trolled through their dirty little secrets. And now she was looking at the profiles of the phonebooth couple. End of part one The Body Sculptor Ch. 02 Later that day more customers came back in to the body building shop asking for Mike's cream. In fact everyone who had gotten the trial sample the day before. They all looked good too, like they had gained 10% or so muscle, and shiny, very shiny. "They looked good ...all over..." thought Bobby ...but she had to tell them it was just a promotion and she could not sell it to them without a price or product code. Bobby made a point of watching their very muscular asses as they left. On closer inspection they were all walking a little funny, like just getting off a horse or something. She thought as she wrote a note to Mike to order in a box and left e notes on the customer profiles that would email them as soon as it came in. Bobby noticed that the promotion code on the computer was set to all customers regardless of purchase cost. Usually, it was one free product for every nine the customers bought or over $200... etc... It was always something Mike was trying to get rid of, old stock, discontinued or soon to be banned stuff, but this product was different. Jimmy Johnson came in and asked Bobby Joe about the cream. He had heard others talking about at the gym. Bobby Joe looked for a manufacturer to try to source it herself and couldn't find anything other than the name "Body Sculpture" and "Promotional -- not for individual sale". The toothpaste type tube looked to be similar to a hundred other products and gave no hint about its origins. Bobby Joe gave it up as a lost cause. But she had a major crush on Jimmy, and he had never stopped to talk before... Just, in-and-out usually without eye contact or any conversation. Bobby opened his customer file and told him she would send out an alert as soon as the next shipment came in. As usual Jimmy said, "thanks" And walked out without hesitation. She watched his ass closely as he left. "Oh god he's hot." she said out loud as the shop door closed. As usual he didn't notice. Bobby Joe is bi. Jimmy's boyish face, quiet politeness and chiselled hard body rang all her bells - hard. Bobby looked back at his open file. He had a collarme account and many female friends. All of them fitness junkies. She guessed he went for that type and sighed a little. Still holding the tube of Mikes cream she wondered how good it really was? Customers who had spend way too long in tanning beds had come in looking young and tight skinned, softer clients now ripped after only one day. Almost without thinking she rubbed some on her arm. It was warm and soothing. She tried to recap it but the promotional tube didn't reseal. She sticky tapped it shut and continued to serve in the shop the rest of the day. At 7pm she was packing up and noticed her left arm looked different. She walked to the big mirror in the front of the shop and compared them. Yep, left arm was looking very toned, right one, not so much. Thinking of Jimmy she locked the door and applied the rest of the lotion in the change room got dressed and went home. The next day would be Saturday, a late start and only a half-day trading. On the walk home she felt warm, strong and full of energy. Halfway home her legs began to tire. Strange, that had never happened before that she could remember. That night she dreamt of Jimmy she woke up very well rested and very satisfied. In the shower she noticed something hard on her shoulder. She got out of the shower and looked in the steamy mirror. There was no doubt about it, she had become harder, more defined. She looked over her entire body, squeezing her now taught physique, giggling with delight. Bobby Joe put on her tightest t-shirt and shortest micro skirt, it was autumn and she would be cold but just couldn't help it. She ran to work and got in early. She opened up the shop and waited. Jimmy would come in today and notice her for sure. She smiled deeply for a few minutes, lost in that thought. After 20 minutes with no customers Bobby Joe started looking at the stack of promotional cream. It's a free trail so it's OK to use one more... quick as a flash she was naked in the change room hastily applying a second coat of the cream. The shop door opened and a customer came in. Bobby just called out. "Take a look around -- be with you in a minute." She felt sure it was Jimmy and finished her coating and dressed quickly. It wasn't Jimmy. Bobby served the customer as that familiar warmth from the cream spread through her body again. The feeling and the thought of meeting Jimmy all taught and pert gave her dozens of mini fantasies. She stood behind the counter for another few minutes daydreaming before she decided to do another customer profile update. She opened Jimmy's file and read through what he had written: "Wow" she though "He is so creative. I would like to do these things with him... on him , too him..." she day dreamed for another half hour or so before finishing the profile sweep and updating a few customers. She closed the app and then opened it again. The cream was really starting to work now. All her muscles were flexing and it was becoming a little difficult to move them. She waddled over to the mirror. She looked better than she ever had before. She didn't notice her face becoming stretched into a forced smile. She waddled back over to the counter and sent Jimmy and email alert saying the product had come in. It hadn't but she really *needed* to see him. Bobby Joe felt tired all of a sudden. Her heart was pounding and she was sweating a little. She sat down and opened a bottle of water. Her posture, always was good but now it was pose perfect. Her movements were becoming stilted and unnatural like body builders in a competition constantly flexing. She didn't care, she looked fantastic. The Internet window still open Bobby Joe decided to look up some body building poses... you know... like research. She looked through some recent ammeter competition. She liked the middle weight men's competition but also the light weight women's. Unconsciously Bobby Joe was grinding on the edge of the shop counter. Without thinking she opened up a link to a contestants home page and clicked on some poses of her in fetish gear. Bobby was squirming and wriggling hypnotised by the images. The bell of the door startled her out of her trance. To be continued... The Body Sculptor Ch. 03 It had been a slow day, Jimmy had not come back into he Body Building shop and Bobby Joe had waited a full hour after closing to lock up. She was feeling very tired but decided to wait, in vane, for Jimmy. Walking home took twice as long as yesterday. Her body feeling like lead, she forgot to buy food and just went straight to bed at a little after 4pm. She slept all through Saturday night and woke at about 3am, very hungry with a persistent headache. She looked through the cupboards but could not find anything she wanted to eat, or make into anything she wanted to eat. Feeling very hungry she grabbed a hand full of change, her keys and headed out. She was on the street before she realized she was only wearing her satin pyjama singlet top and shorts. There was no one on the street and she felt so hungry now she didn't care and walked down to the 7/11 to get a chicken sandwich. The Pakistani man had always gawked at her when she came in but this time was smiles and politeness when she paid. Bobby caught a look at her newly toned reflection and saw her nipples showing through the satin top. Embarrassed she quickly left and ate the sandwich on the way home. It was still dark and she was still hungry when she got home so she turned around and went back to the 7/11. The only place for miles that would be open at this early time. Burwood is very much a 9 to 5 little suburb. Back at the 7/11 the counter staff was nowhere to be seen. Bobby Joe tapped on the counter with a hot dog in her hand fresh out of the warmer. She couldn't wait... she started eating it and tapped the bell. Quickly the counter staff ran out of the toilet and rushed up to serve her. As he passed she noticed a very large erection under his sweatpants. He said, "Uh... $4.50 please" Bobby didn't have $4.50. ...she had maybe $1.70 in silver. She had already taken a bite. The two looked at each other for a second and Bobby slowly took another bite. The man behind the counter watched her chew like he was watching a football Grand final. Transfixed and exhilarated, his mouth unconsciously moved up and down while he watched. She finished the hot dog and started to leave without paying. The man said, "Wait! ...Miss!" and locked the automatic door. He came around the counter and gave her a banana. She peeled it very slowly and ate it suggestively for him. She walked around the counter and unlocked the door. With a mocking little hand wave she said, "bye-bye" as she handed him the banana skin and took another chicken sandwich and bag of cheese cubes as she walked out. The man ran quickly back into the bathroom with his banana skin. Bobby Joe had finished the second chicken sandwich and was feeling out of breath and very tired on the way home. She drank two big glasses of water, went upstairs and went to bed again. She slept for another five hours before getting up to do some Sunday morning shopping. Bobby Joe was getting a few admiring looks but nowhere near the intoxicating attention she had gotten earlier; that was an unexpected rush. For the first time in her life she bought makeup that wasn't just black or white at the supermarket. For the first time she looked at other girls in the supermarket, not to ogle, but with a little bit of self consciousness. She knew she was chasing something bad, the thrill of the tease, but she wanted it. After shopping Bobby passed back by Mike's Body building supplies for another tube of "Body Sculpture" cream. She took two and put them in her bag. She felt heavy, every movement seemed to be an effort but she looked incredible, pert toned, even her posture seemed to be getting better. The walk home totally exhausted her and she fell asleep without eating again. The cream she had used in Mikes store was toning her muscles, but she had already used too much and unknown to her it was starting to damage her body. Waking up at 3am super hungry and a little irritated by a nagging headache she got dressed and grabbed her purse and keys. She stopped by the mirror at the front door and took off her clothes. Back to her room, searching through her wardrobe she found her white silk stockings, red and black satin and lace suspenders and bra set. She looked for something that would show them off but was frustrated how concealing all her clothes seemed now. The hunger was punishing. In a humph she walked out without her keys, money. Wearing nothing other than the red and black bra panties, stocking and suspenders set and black heels. She clip-clopped down to the 7/11 with bed hair feeling naughty. She stood in the middle of the store and seductively sucked on a tofu sausage straight out of the heater. She was almost finished when the counter staff popped her head up. It was a different attendant on Mondays. The young woman watched Bobby Joe caress the sausage and said "$4.50 please." Bobby looking a little embarrassed said, "I'm sorry, I thought... I mean I didn't bring any money." The young woman looked a little confused before saying, "It's OK honey, you can pay me later." She walked around the counter and gave Bobby Joe a slow soft kiss on the cheek and added, "Come back soon OK?" Bobby Joe was a little embarrassed, but very turned on. She blushed deeply and was barley able to grab another bag of those cheese cubes and a carrot. Which she polished off on the way home. Her apartment was two blocks beyond Burwood Park. She cut through without thinking about, the time of day or how she was dressed. Half way through she saw the shadow of a big torch beam from behind. A man's voice said: "Stop. Turn around and face me." Bobby Joe turned to see a Policeman or a guard. She couldn't tell with the light in her face. "Where are you off to dressed like that?" The man demanded. Bobby struggled to see past the light, "Um... ...costume party." She gave in a quiet voice. "Right, huh-huh, off you go then." Said the man after turning and walking back through the park away from her. Bobby Joe's heart was racing, she felt euphoric. Without thinking her hand touched her panties just a little. She could feel they were a little damp. The brush of her hand shot through her and she gasped out loud. She was very close to climax with a single stroke of her pubis. The man with the torch glanced back to see Bobby frozen in the moment before orgasm. She was startled by the sudden realisation she was masturbating in the middle of the park at 4am. It took every effort to gather herself together and walk quickly back to her apartment. Her stride now comically broad as the toning cream was taking hold of her leg muscles. She got into her apartment and straight into a warm shower. The cold autumn morning had chilled her deeply. Jumping into the shower without taking off her stockings, or underwear the warm water felt like ecstasy. Gone were any thoughts of wrongness or cares, she was rubbing her self, thrashing around in the hot water. Shower screen open she looked across to the bathroom mirror. She was wet and shiny, but most of all incredibly hot. Her wet wavy hair slicked down, her underwear and stocking transparent from the soaking. The steam covered her reflection and she closed her eyes and imagined having sex with her new taught and defined self. She screamed with pleasure as that mental image pushed her quickly over into the deepest, body jolting orgasm she had ever had. A second or two passed as she stood wet bent over slightly in the warm shower. She could hardly believe what had just happened, it seemed like another person: The humiliation, the strangers looking at her, her new body, she was a sexual goddess... -she was becoming aroused again- ... she felt her pussy, it was almost numb, buzzing, overloaded with sensation... without realising it she was rubbing and massaging again and seconds later began another deep guttural orgasm, her muscles burned, it was almost painful and it just kept going. For a full minute she was air thrusting in the shower, laughing and screaming, thrashing around in a fit of cum and passion and warm shower water. Only severe cramps in both her legs brought her out of this seemingly endless orgasm. To be continued. The Body Sculptor Ch. 04 Bobby Joe caught a look at her form getting out of the shower, she looked stronger, more taught more pert than ever - almost balloon like in roundness. She stared into the steamy mirror like she was secretly watching an unwitting exhibitionist. She decided to add another coat of cream. -This would blow Jimmy away and they would be lovers forever- She imagined while rubbing the cream in. Even after the brief rest and the hot shower and pleasuring herself she felt her muscles ache deeply. The Body Sculpture cream she had taken from the shop had already overloaded her muscles. Engorged with blood they bulged as her body tried to respond and build at a furious pace. She rubbed more cream all over her wet body. The warmth of the cream as is soaked in added to the pleasure of the sensation of hard muscles under her palms and fingers. As she massaged her self she felt the toxins move through and a strange sense of solid inflexibility filled her. Getting to the shop was a struggle and she opened up fifteen minuets late. Stiff and aching she thought she must be getting a bad cold. She rang the café two shops over and asked them to bring her a coffee and ham and cheese. Bobby Joe unpacked the boxes Mike had left on the floor the night before. He rarely came into the shop during business hours. The first box semi opaque Lycra catsuits. Inside their plastic wrap the metallic shine looked like xmas wrapping. She felt a twinge in her back as she was squatting to look over the boxes. Leaving them to one side she restocked the shelves with protein powder and other small buckets of dietary supplements. She hadn't noticed but her face muscles had been contracted so far she now had a fixed broad Hollywood smile, an odd sight on this slowly transforming Goth chick. Bobby Joe returned to the catsuits and took one out to hang up. It looked impossibly small. She had sourced them from a Chinese manufacturer and felt a twinge of panic looking at the size. She looked through the rest of the batch and they were all marked Small-Medium-Large without the dot on them to show which was which, ...or maybe they were all the same size? She thought... She hung it in the change room and cleared away the packaging and dumped it in the recycling bin. The door opened as she was walking back in, it was another customer asking about Mike's Body Sculpture cream. She explained that it was only a promotion at this stage and added his name to the email alert list. A little bit of drool escaped while she talked and her lips felt hard when she wiped it away with her hand. All the customers who asked about the cream were buying HPLC bars, "...Hmm... Where is my coffee and sandwich?" she thought. Bobby looked around at the pills and powders that filled the Body Building shop... she wasn't really hungry for powdered whey. She looked at the ready to eat bars -- they were very hard to chew and had tasted a bit of sick last time she tried one. Her eyes fell back on the open box of Body Sculpture cream and remembered she had lied when she told Jimmy it was ready for sale. She though she would just sell him one of the promos and offer to buy him lunch / dinner / have his children to make up for it. Bobby Joe felt a little hot thinking about him again. ...Hmmm... Then remembered she was putting the new catsuits on display. Now feeling very sleepy and desperate for that sandwich and coffee. She drank one of the guarana energy shots and closed up the shop to get her coffee and sandwich. Customers were waiting outside when she came back. She let them in and gave them all a tube of cream with their purchase just as the shop computer indicated. The coffee seemed to help and her sandwich was gone in seconds. Bobby Joe was still hungry, stiff, and her headache was getting worse, now it felt like a toothache or something. She remembered the warm feeling of strength and power the cream had given her. ...one more couldn't hurt, could it? Bobby Joe grabbed the second to last tube, stripped off as she dashed into the small curtained change room next to the back wall of the shop, madly rubbing the cream all over herself. She caught a glimpse in the mirror. She looked very good, fitness model good, and happy. She looked again; she was smiling and couldn't stop. She felt her face it was hot and very hard. She tried to frown, and wiggle her eyebrows, nope, nothing. She pushed at her face hard with her finger. It was getting difficult to straighten her hand or move her fingers independently. Her whole body was hardening and her breathing was starting to get restricted. Bobby Joe felt a sudden head rush and saw spots... The feeling of her own hands on bare skin, naked in the shop change room was thrilling... amplified by the lack of oxygen and the cream some how... Bobby let out a soft moan. The shop door opened and Bobby called out "Just a minute" her teeth clenched it was difficult to force out the sound. In haste she had stripped off on the way to the change area and all that was in reach was the semi opaque purple metalised catsuit. Her clothes lay on the floor on the open space between the counter and the change area. She slipped the catsuit on easily. She was relieved to be wrong about the size problem, but it did cling. No time to check it Bobby dashed out with a clenched "Can I help you Ma'am?" Sometimes you got these customers, carers looking for supplements for the infirmed. Bobby grabbed the hospital formula, rang up her purchases but did not give the woman the last tube of Body Sculpture. "That's for Jimmy," she thought. As Bobby Joe fumbled with the register, the early 50's lady waiting for her change gazed at Bobby's chest. The cream tightening every muscle, Bobby was standing chest thrust out, breasts pert and nipples very erect. It took two goes to get the change out of the register, Bobby Joe's fingers starting to cramp and lock up. The slight breeze from the door opening as the female customer left stung her eyes. Bobby had lost the ability to blink. With a bit of effort she put in some eye drops and felt much better if overly jerky. The spots were running like waves across Bobby's vision, but the euphoric feeling was also making her forget her headache. Some more symptoms had Bobby Joe a little worried. Her back was arching more and more thrusting her chest forward and ass out. She could see her very erect nipples clearly through the thin Lycra, a purple metallic sheen highlighting their outline. Her legs were hard and pushing out and she was tottering around on the balls of her feet. Bobby's arms started to pull back like she was pulling and invisible stretcher behind her, all her muscle burning away, flexing at once. She was now concerned that she may have used too much cream. The cream was still wet and waxy on her skin, she wondered how long it would take to completely sink in? She guessed that it would probably get worse and she would pass out if she didn't do something about her breathing. The speed dial on the shop phone went to Mikes' mobile. It took quite a few tries to punch the button with the knuckles on the back of her locked fingers. It rang for thirty seconds before going to voicemail. She said, "Mike we have a, a, ...a, bad reaction to the cream, can... ...I need you to come to the shop as soon as you can!" She didn't hang up just let the voicemail cancel. The effort of talking had left her light headed as her breathing became faster and shallower. The last coat of cream really taking hold. Out of the libidinous haze a panic started to briefly clear her head. Bobby's mind racing she thought, "Muscle relaxant!" In her bag she had some strong painkillers the doctor had prescribed for cramps. He had warned her to be careful, as they were quite strong muscle relaxants. Her bag, her clothes and the box of catsuits were on the shop floor between the counter and the dressing room. She was bending backward impossibly far now in a very beautiful and inescapable artistic pose. She thought, the next customer would help... She waited but Mike didn't ring back and no customers came in for a few minutes. She heard a loud pop from her shoulder and felt them move a little further back. Then a few clicks from her back as it slowly bent her over backwards a little more. She thought: "It's now or never" Throwing herself on the shop floor, face first into her bag she searched furiously for the painkillers. Pulling them out with her lips she rolled onto her back, or at least her shoulders and arms. Her back now arched up off the floor to her heels, she gnawed on the packet until she got through to the pill inside. She ate one and some of the packet and lay there for five minutes. It didn't seem to be working so she ate her way through the packaging and three more pills. Five more minutes and she felt much better. Still almost frozen though and unable to get off the floor, she ate more of the packet and two more pills... and passed out. To be continued... The Body Sculptor Ch. 05 Bobby Joe woke up with a man cupping the back of her head. She felt great, like totally stress free for the first time in ages... The helpful man said, "Are you OK? You were having a seizure, are these your meds'?" Holding up the half chewed packet high strength painkillers. Bobby Joe giggled and said, "Thank you." She got up and fell back down into the man's arms. He offered to call an ambulance but Bobby, riding the codeine high thought she was really fine... ..She thought: she had never felt this fine before. She got up and thanked the man again. He left and she got back to work clumsily hanging up one of each colour of the transparent metallic catsuits. She picked up her clothes and folded them. She was too out of it to remember that she was wearing one of the thin transparent suits with nothing under it. The remaining two customers of the day got big smiles, the wrong change and quite the show... ...they didn't mind at all. The muscle relaxant had freed up movement in Bobby Joe's body but had left her with less control and a disbodied high. The toxin from the cream was still flexing all her muscles at once. She was tottering around on the balls of her feet, back arched, chest thrust out and arms straight and back a little. She could bend and flex now, but completely relaxing wasn't possible. A kind of upright Rolls Royce statue pose was now her default posture. Horny as a toad. 7pm came and Bobby Joe walked over to shut up the shop. She was walking high up on the balls of her feet again, back arching headache returning and starting to sober up. She also felt her muscles and joints starting to lock up again so took another two pills and drank some water. It tasted sweet so she went back for another drink and sat on the counter to take a rest. When she woke up it was dark out. She slid off the counter into a standing position and started for the door. Each step becoming more stiff, and more exhausted. By the time she got to the shop window she was done. Locked solid and exhausted, posed like a sprinter breaking the finish tape with her chest, but sound asleep standing in the shop window wearing only the transparent catsuit. A few passers by stopped to look and take pictures with their phones that night but none guessed that she was anything other than a sexy mannequin. Mike had gotten the help message hours earlier. He could see the shop security footage from an app on his phone and had decided to let Bobby Joe suffer a little for her misuse of his cream while he enjoyed some of the unplanned benefits. Mike was at home during the day. He had been monitoring the customers who came into his shop through the shop video that streamed over the internet to his loft apartment. Mike really liked muscles. He really likes muscular women and started the body building shop as a result. He had invented the cream with the idea of helping body builders firm up before a photo shoot or competition. After some trials he noticed a bonus affect. The cream sinks in through the skin over about eight hours or so. For the first few hours it does as intended; reducing the ability to relax muscles and plumping them up with extra blood, and tightens the skin around them. After a few hours though the bodies reaction to the extra work is to release testosterone. The combination leaves the user with a very firm body, extra muscle bulk and definition, but also a fast growing libido. Mike had phoned the female customers he watched take a sample of his cream to see how it went for them. The customers he liked he called in on personally. Bringing a stronger batch for them to try. He also brought a small spray pack with curare. The strong cream had incapacitated three women and he brought them back to his loft for a photo session and some tests. He carefully gave them each an oxygen feed, just enough to keep them awake. There they stood grinning madly and drifting in and out of a dreamy euphoric consciousness. The tightness of their muscle was restricting their breathing. Although the cream only effected the muscles close to the surface and not heart, lung or other internal muscles. At first he just wanted to do some tests, but they looked *so* good. Muscular, shiny, posed perfectly and happy. He gave Becky (Rebecca Kim) a Korean Uni student and amateur light weight builder a pat on the ass. Then a rub on those very taught butt cheeks. Becky awoke and gave a moan. She was very turned on, unaware of her situation just high, groggy and very horny. Mike slipped her sweat pants down and she gave a loader moan. Mike gave her lap a little rub over her panties. Becky shock and started a deep guttural scream through her clenched teeth but passed out before she could make much sound. Becky started to tip over and Mike caught her. It wasn't long before all three female body builders were stripped naked, a belt tied under their arms and a rope tied over the rafters keeping them upright. Mike taking a few shot with his digital camera and then setting it down on near by chair, video running. This was a very special and satisfying ending to several months of work for him. Mike walked around the triangle of women, massaging them for a few seconds until the ecstasy overcame them and the women passed out. This kept Mike amused for at least an hour. He decided to turn up the oxygen. Almost instantly the three women awoke and started screaming through their teeth. Mike panicked a little, this was unexpected... After a few seconds the three women started to pant in sync. A short breath in followed by a moan out breath. Very fast and getting gradually faster. Mike could see the three, eyes darting around looking at each other naked in pre-diving poses and they were all starting to climax together. The moans became shorter and shorter and more frantic. The small oxygen bottle ran down and the women got less. They all panted so fast Mike could no longer hear the difference between in and out breathes. The three perfectly formed muscular women writhing in anticipation of climax. Watching this incredible show with a now raging hard on, he stripped off and grabbed Becky. She passed out and fell into the belt and rope holding her up. Mike tried to spread her legs but couldn't. He tried around back and her cheeks were like iron. The muscle toning cream had locked her fast. Frustrated, but prepared, Mike sprayed some curare on her inner thighs and gave them a little pinprick on each side. Becky's legs slowly spread wide open as the curare released her muscles. She woke briefly, took a noisy breath in and passed out again. Mike grabbed her hard body... and took a pause, thinking: These women had accepted his offer of the cream, *after* he told them about the temporary rigidity... ...all flirted with him when he brought it over. They had all willingly stripped down for him as they put the cream on in the most suggestive way possible. They all wanted him, but this felt... he had never done anything like this before, he had some doubt... He decided to talk about it with them, and get explicit approval. An unusual step for the normal quiet and confident inventor. Mike went over to his medical kit to get a muscle relaxant. He rolled on a condom while he gave Becky a jab with in her naked butt cheek with the other hand, she came around. Still frozen in a half star jump dangling from the rafter rope. She said through gritted teeth: "God! God, God... Mike! Oh! God Mike." Mike, still with a hard on naked in front of her caressed her face. She went on: "Fuck me Mike, God, this is amazing, I need your cock! Hmmm... Ugh, fuck yes!" Becky's words slurred a little but her intention was reasonably clear. Even more power returned to Mikes cock and Beck gabbed him with both arms, kissing and licking his face. Mike felt Becky's very hard pussy and her hand jam him inside her with great force. Mike felt the pre-lubed condom stretch under the strain. Caroline a taller blond and Vivian just a beginner but with long curly hair and a baby face were both beautiful, they stood behind Mike frozen and transfixed. Carol and Viv looked on, taking turns gasping with light headed pleasure and passing out unable to catch a substantial breath as they watched Becky and Mike. Becky's thrust was very hard, her tight muscles squeezing Mike's cock like a wringer all the way up to his balls. Their hips met with force and Becky passed out again. The pressure around Mike's cock so great he couldn't withdraw. A second later the muscle relaxant circulated and Becky came around a few seconds after that. She grabbed Mikes butt cheeks with both hands and lifted him off the ground, mashing her hard lips into his. She was mad with lust and totally lost in the violence of ecstasy. Carol and Viv' continued to look on in an incoherent haze. The lack of oxygen had them delirious. Mike heard them giggle and moan as they road wave after wave of mind numbing arousal as it washed over them both. Mike was getting the fuck of his life, standing in the incredible embrace of Becky's meaty arms, locked together. The pain of Mike's cock and balls being rhythmically crushed heightened the thrill and holding back orgasm. Becky's grip was starting to ease thanks to the drugs slowly softening her rigid body. Finally Mike could withdraw a little. Becky re-tightened her grip and took a big breath. She rammed herself into Mike with even more power, forcing his cock deep inside her. With all his strength Mike draw back and Becky laughed out loud. They smashed together again, both fighting with all their might both completely intoxicated by sex and pain and exhibitionism. Becky's climax was near, she lost some power in her arms as the rush of endorphins flooded every sense. Mike took her head in one hand and her ass in the other and they kissed. Becky passed out again and the contraction slammed Mike into the biggest orgasm he had ever had. He screamed with release and delight and raw emotion. Carol and Viv' started shaking and humming. Unable to move, or look away or reach orgasm the women were enveloped with primal lust. They wanted sex, desperate to escape from this prison of frustrating euphoria. Their minds so overwhelmed that were reduced to nonsensical verbalizations. Mike was spent. He needed a drink and a rest. He walked over to the fridge and took out some OJ and drank it from the bottle. Thoughtfully he returned to Becky. She was just coming around, unable to stay conscious to orgasm still caught at the very peak of arousal. Mike lifted up the juice to her mouth and she grabbed his cock with both hands. Startled he spiled the OJ over Becky and her tongue shot out to lick it off her face. Mike licked her breasts and she let out a deep cry of passion. Reignited, Mike pulled away to get another condom and Becky screamed. Carol and Viv screamed with her and Mike had to choose. He gave Carol and Viv' a shot of the muscle relaxant that had partially freed Becky and was putting the syringe back on the table when the three women all yelped. They had shuffled toward each other and were being held just a few centimeters apart by the belts tied to ropes over the rafter. After some non verbal negotiation they linked legs and pulled their hips together to meet in a three way hip grind. The three women muscles bulging forced themselves together in a ballet of hopping and thrusting. Becky now moving a little freer than the others undid her belt and jumped onto the other two. She rode the two female bodybuilders, legs wrapped tight around their hips, arms hooked around the back of their heads struggling hard to pull them together into one mass of writhing muscles. Mike reached in to release the belts and Becky tried to bite him. Carol and Viv' passed out again and Becky continued to grind on them. Mike took the mattress off his bed and lay it behind the three women. Taking a knife he cut the ropes holding them up. The three women fell onto the mattress, Carol and Viv continued to be mauled by Becky. Finally Becky, on the edge of madness; started to reach climax and passed out again. Mike enjoyed the view of three naked female bodybuilders passed out on his mattress on the floor for a while then he got an idea. His camera beeped signalling the end of the video recording. His memory card full he could only count on his brain for a record of what would come next. Mike took the rope down from the rafters and lay it on the floor. He rolled the three women over into a spoon position. Becky at the back and Vivian at the front. He tied their ankles together, put one belt around all three and lifted them back onto their feet. Moments later they came around. Almost instantly a rhythm developed as Becky started grinding on the ass of Carol. Vivian, tied to the front of this naked conga line jostled along in time. The three women's arms flailing around as they tried to rub and grab at each other. The belt under their arms was riding under Vivian's breasts pushing them up into a bubble like cleavage. Her perfect breasts wobbled and bounced in time with the steam train motion she was locked into driven by the other two women. Mike couldn't take much more arousal. He kissed Vivian on the lips and she slapped him. Mike shocked took a step back and she grabbed his cock and slapped his balls hard. Vivian's grip was like iron as she laughed at Mikes pain. Mike bent down as he tried to release Viv's grip and she let her left hand go and bit his ear. Viv' grabbed his balls and circled her pussy with his hard cock. Viv' let go of his ear and kissed him hard as she ticked her own clitoris with the condom tip on the end of his cock. Releasing his balls Viv' grabbed his hair and pushed him down into her pussy. The four of them rocking rhythmically in sync. Carol started to call out, then Becky then Vivian, climax was hitting all three of them together and hard. Viv' forced Mike's face hard into her with her last once of strength. All of them on the very cusp of release, lost consciousness again and slumped into the three-way belt dangling them from the rafter. Mike got another idea. Releasing the belt and the ankle ropes he spun Vivian upside down. And lashed her arms around Becky. He lashed Becky's arms around Vivian in a suspended standing '69' position. Mike spent the next five hours fucking and repositioning the three women until he was too exhausted to move them, and the cream had started to give them enough freedom to breath so they were no longer passing out and managed to orgasm together in a massive finale. The four of them spooning on Mike's mattress on the floor in his spacious loft apartment. They lay together for a few hours until Mike, waking from a short nap looked over to see the message on his phone. The next day Bobby Joe woke up in the display window. Still frozen in that see through catsuit. Mike was behind the counter. The shop door opened and Jimmy came in, walked past Bobby Joe without a glance and greeted Mike warmly. Mike explained there had been a mistake and the cream was proving difficult to pass import rules. Jimmy was typically understanding and Mike walked him to the front of the shop. They stopped to talk right behind Bobby Joe frozen in the window. Mike rubbed her ass and asked Jimmy to feel the material. Jimmy rubbed Bobby's hard ass cheek and Mike asked if he liked the suits. He added that Bobby Joe had chosen them and with that Jimmy said that she was very cool. Bobby Joe tried hard to call out or turn to see them and the effort left her dizzy and light headed her breathing now too shallow to be observed. Mike said, "You know Jimmy, I think Bobby Joe has a crush on you." Jimmy blushed and replied, "I'd never have a chance with her, she's so cool." Mike smiled and said, "I think if she were here, with us right now, she might disagree." Jimmy smiled shaking his head and went on his way. Stopping outside the shop to look over the suit Bobby had picked out and the quite nice mannequin he didn't remember ever seeing before. Mike said, "Do I need to tell you how wrong it was to take that cream? I guess not, ...well outside of near lethal levels of opiates you are stuck there until all the toxins wash out of your system. There is a chance of course that this level won't be able to leave your system with you lacking the ability to urinate. We'll see how you go over the next few days OK." Giving her ass check a firm little pat for good measure. The end.