Hi guys, my first story about a college student who signs up for an experimental muscle shredding treatment. Let me know what you think!
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Samantha and The Muscle Tanning Booth
by hawk1226
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Sam woke up Saturday morning from the buzz of her cellphone on the nightstand. She has set the alarm for 8:00 am. Just enough time for a short workout before her tanning appointment.
After a few rounds of push-ups and crunches, she showered off and jumped in the car for her appointment. She had a trip to Cancun coming up with her college girlfriends in a few weeks and she didn't want to start off paler than Jessica, who always looked great in a bikini. It was going to be their last Spring Break before graduation and she wanted to look and feel good!
Sam wasn’t too shabby herself. She worked out regularly and it showed. She looked fit from years of cardio and bodyweight exercises, but it wasn’t anything in comparison to Jessica who wasn't a fitness competitor or anything, but she could have fooled anyone into believing she was. Jess was petite and perfect. Every part of her body was toned with long, lean muscle. She didn't have to flex to see it. To top it off, she loved to wear skimpy revealing clothing. Sometimes Sam wondered if she even had owned a shirt that covered her midriff. Her tight tummy was always on display. A sexy v taper underneath 6 square blocks of muscle. If that didn't turn heads, her shiny navel ring would definitely catch your eye. A little jewel hidden inside her cute bellybutton. Sam wasn't sure if it was an innie or an outie. It changed depending on how lean she was.
Clearly, Sam was insanely jealous of the whole situation and she was determined to level the playing field. She had been upping the intensity of her workouts for months with weights hoping to build more muscle. She had even mixed in a post-workout stack of protein and BCAAs to try and pack on some muscle fast. She had good genetics because it grew on her fast and she was officially addicted to the little muscles she saw forming on her arms and stomach. She didn't have anything on Jess yet, but a few more months of a clean diet and frequent workouts and she'd be close.
The tanning was her friend Lisa's idea. They both noticed that Jess was always tan and it really helped accentuate her muscles. Sam figured she'd give it a shot, but admittedly was a little nervous as she walked into the salon. She hasn’t really done the whole artificial tan thing before and didn’t know what to expect. She was greeted by a nice woman who asked her to fill out a few forms.
She made her way down the form and as she got to the treatment options, something caught her eye. At the very bottom, there was text in bold that read "Beta test applicants wanted for muscle pump and sculpt treatment. Inquire with reception."
Sam was immediately intrigued. She walked back to the front desk and asked the women for more information. She explained that the salon also doubled as a testing facility for a fitness company called Heat Shred Labs who had some interesting approaches for building muscle. It sounded far-fetched and it was, but Sam was on a mission and the alarm bells that should have been going off weren't anywhere to be found. The lady handed her a pamphlet and the associated liability waivers.
Back at her seat, Sam looked the pages over. It actually went into a lot of detail on the process and the science behind it with diagrams. It sounded very impressive. So impressive and technical that it was incomprehensible to the average person, which was probably the intent. Basically, she understood that they had figured out a way to accelerate metabolism with extreme heat, melting body fat in almost real time. The pulsating heat technique also triggered rapid muscle growth. The two combined together were a breakthrough in body sculpting.
It all sounded good on paper. All that really mattered to Sam was the header on the front page.
“A NEW proprietary light therapy that can shred your entire body into hard muscle in three sessions. The first one is on us!”
She didn't give any seconds thoughts to the warnings, specifically that the results were "irreversible" and the process "painful." There was even a warning that the salon and company were not responsible for any torn articles of clothing as a result of changes to the body. This last part made her giggle. She wasn't taking it seriously.
Her mind was elsewhere, imaging how amazing it would be to lay down in the machine and walk out with her dream body. A body to rival Jessica. It seemed too good to be true, but she was obsessed with the idea of packing her body with muscle and at this point was willing to go forward with it at all costs.
With that, she signed and handed over the forms. A few minutes later, she was brought to a room where she was instructed to strip down to her sports bra and panties.
Sam could barely contain her excitement rushing to get her clothes off and start the treatment. As she undressed, she caught one last glimpse of her skinny body in the mirror. Her stomach was tight and flat. A faint line ran down the middle from her boobs disappearing into her shallow navel. When she flexed she could see more definition, especially towards the top. The smaller abs right below her breasts. It was a far cry from what Jess would be sporting and what she longed for desperately.
As she slide into the machine, a light turned on and started to move around. It was sensing her body. Sizing it up. On the inside roof of the machine, above her face, was an LCD screen to navigate her through the experience.
The intro explained that the first session today would be only 15 minutes and focused on one part of the body to make sure she got acclimated to the treatment and also as a precaution before proceeding further. Her choice was abs or arms. She pressed “abs” without a second thought and closed her eyes to wait for the session to begin.
It was gradual at first. She noticed the temperature rising and she could feel her body starting to sweat. It kind of felt like a dry-heat sauna, but more intense. After a few minutes the heat had concentrated over her stomach from her crotch up to her breasts. The temperature was rising quickly and she noticed a burning sensation permeating from her navel throughout her entire abdominal wall.
Sam kept her eyes closed. She wanted to be completely surprised when the treatment was over. The anticipation was making her pussy wet.
The heat was now more like an oven than a sauna. She was breathing heavier, gripping the sides of the bed tightly to try and distract herself from the increasing pain she felt in the pit of her stomach. Already her tummy was changing and she could feel it. The burning sensation was concentrating into 6 pronounced spots and she almost thought she could feel 2 more below her bellybutton, but she wasn’t sure. Suddenly, the temperature shot up dramatically, sending a searing pain throughout Sam’s stomach. Her back arched in response to the intensity and in that moment, 6 distinct blocks of muscle punched out from her tummy.
For some, the growing process was gradual, but Sam had been working her core for a long time and her baby ab muscles had been itching to see the light of day. There was no hiding them now. 6 cubes in 3 rows bulging out from underneath her two perky breasts down to her belly button, which was also starting to change shape with the new typography of her stomach.
Her abs weren’t the only thing stimulated. In a sick way, the burning felt good. Like the most intense workout she could imagine and it was turning her on. She started to play with herself. Rubbing her clit to the pulsations of the heat rays.
A few more minutes of heat and the initial transformation was complete. Sam’s stomach was already unrecognizable. The next phase of the treatment would target the stubborn body fat, bringing her new muscle into bold relief. This was the most painful part, but Sam couldn’t tell. She was riding the waves of pain to orgasm. At this point, she had two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. The temperature was at the max and her body was barely able to cope. She was breathing rapidly, both from the heat and from her impending orgasm. Her abs flexing sharply as she climaxed.
It was in these moments that Sam’s six pack was taking it’s true form. What was left of the fat on her stomach was receding and it could no longer hide the pumped up mass of her abdominal wall. The lines in between the blocks of muscle and down the sides of her obliques were becoming more and more defined. They were being etched into her core deeply and permanently. Her abs looked even bigger and bolder as the crevices deepened.
Sam could sense that the heat was dying down, which meant her 15 minutes were up. Somehow, through all the pain and the excitement, she had managed not to look down at her stomach. As soon as the machine turned off, she jumped out and stood across from the mirror.
Shock. Pure shock was the look on her face. She didn’t recognize herself. Well, she didn’t recognize her stomach. Whatever she had imagined did not live up to the final result.
Staring back at her were 8 blocks of muscles. The two below her navel had decided to make an appearance. They were all glistening from sweat. A few drops ran down the length of her stomach. Darting back and forth between her pumped up abs before collecting in her new, tight belly button.
She ran her hands up and down her new muscles. Her abs so accessible now that the fat had melted away. She started to play with the bumps. Feeling each one. Using her index finger to trace the lines between them, all the way down to her pussy, which was getting wet again. She couldn’t get enough of her ab crack separating two symmetrical stacks of muscle. It was so deep. Deeper than any she had seen before.
She reached her arms above her head to flex. As she crunched down, she let out a cry. It hurt so good. The muscles were so sore. Sam crunched harder and watched veins sprout from her panty line up into her lowest abs. She could feel them getting even more pumped up. Sam released the flex to give her taut muscles some relief. Reaching above her head, she stretched her stomach out. Even fully stretched, she could see the outlines of her washboard abs.
She twisted and turned her upper body, watching sinews of muscle move across her waistline. That’s when she noticed her belly button. Her navel had almost turned inside out. There was no depth to it anymore. It had been stretched flat against her abdominal wall as the muscles pushed against her skin. It wasn’t an innie, it wasn’t an outie. It was just a sexy oval-shaped ring squeezed between two abdominals. It was wet from the sweat. Sam wished should could lick it clean. It was the pride of her shredded physique. A testament to how lean and vascular her stomach had become. Only fitness competitors right before a competition had this level of vascularity. She pinched and pulled her paper thin skin, causing her belly button to move across her lower abdominals. She had never had a navel fetish before, but her body was telling her otherwise.
Just as Sam started to slide her hand back under her panties, there was a loud knock at the door.
“Everything okay in there,” the receptionist asked?
Sam gave a quick “yes, be right out” and raced to put on her clothes. She couldn’t wait to get back home and test out her new muscles.
