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Muscle Growth Massage

Written by Draconicon All characters and art were used with the permission of their owners, and are listed below. This story has been reposted with Draconicon's permission. draconicon.sofurry.com

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Taris sighed softly as he stepped through the doors of Massage Central, the receptionist at the front desk just waving him through towards his usual room in the back. The orca nodded back at her before walking through the hallways. His feet carried him along mechanically, his muscled arms rubbing his back through his thin shirt. "Ugh, I really need this," he muttered under his breath as he counted off the doors. One, two, three, four, five, and turn at the sixth.

The familiar sight of the massage room greeted him, though there was no masseur in the room yet. "Must be a little busy," the orca thought as he entered the room, sitting down on the table. It always felt a little like coming to a doctor's office when he had to wait for the masseur to get there, but at least he wouldn't have to wait long. This particular massage parlor never made their clients wait very long.

Looking at the walls, Taris chuckled a little bit to himself. They had added mirrors since the last visit, probably to allow people like him to enjoy looking at themselves for a bit. Deciding to indulge himself a bit, the orca stood up from the table, standing in front of the mirrors and giving a few flexes. The thick bulges under his black and white skin stood out, bulging from the simple flexing. His plain shirt stretched around his increasingly visible muscles, showing off his physique to an audience of one, and when he turned to look at his back, he could see his glutes and his thighs doing the same to his tight shorts, squeezing at his body as the muscles made his clothes tighter and tighter.

He stopped himself before he could take it too far. There had been a few times in the past when he had ripped through his clothes by showing off a little too much, and the last thing he needed was to walk out of the parlor in the buff. The masseur would see him naked, but that was in the privacy of the massage room, not out in the open when everyone else would be looking at him.

As he walked back to the massage table, the doorknob turned with a click, and Taris looked over to the door with a curious tilt of his head. "You're not my usual masseur," he said.

"No, I'm not," said the dragon at the door. The dragon was quite big, just about as tall as Taris was, and pretty darn well muscled. Not quite as much as the orca, but big, with thick muscles pushing at the near see-through clothes that the dragon wore. Orange and yellow scales glimmered brightly along the dragon's muscles, and he held out a large hand to the orca. "I'm Carlone, I'm filling in for your usual masseur."

As Taris took the dragon's hand, he couldn't help but be conscious of the way that Carlone's eyes were wandering up and down his body. He rolled his eyes a bit, suppressing a snarky remark that he could have made, but he did squeeze the dragon's hand a little harder than he might have usually done. "Good to meet you, Carlone. I don't mind having someone new, as long as they know what they're doing," Taris said.

"Oh, I know what I'm doing." The dragon's grin got a lot toothier for a second, and he chuckled as he let go of the orca's hand. "Geez, you've got a lot of muscle behind that grip of yours. How much do you practice squeezing hands off?"

"Just when people don't know how to treat other people right." Taris smirked a bit, reaching down to his shirt. "So, should I start stripping down for the massage?"

The dragon nodded. "Just down to your underwear to start. We'll see if you really want me to go further later."

That was a little strange to the orca, considering that his other masseur usually asked him to go down to the buff right at the start. It was more relaxing that way, generally, and it made it so that he didn't have to stop the massage and get undressed the rest of the way if he wanted his rear to get a good rub as well. But if the dragon wanted to keep to the underwear, Taris would oblige.

He quickly stripped off his clothes, kicking his shoes over to the corner of the room, and tugging his shorts off of his hips with a little effort before sending them over there as well. With the way he was built, the thickness of his legs made it a little difficult to get his shorts off without pushing his legs against each other, but the orca managed it. His shirt followed, making it a nice little pile over there, and leaving him in just a pair of briefs.

"Very nice," the dragon said from behind him.

Taris suppressed the urge to roll his eyes again, getting up on the massage table with a small grunt. His tail and his feet hung off of the edge of the table, as did a good bit of his legs. "I thought that they were going to get massage tables that fit me," the orca muttered under his breath.

"Well, if they were supposed to, I didn't get the memo," Carlone said. Taris heard the dragon getting out a few bottles, and closed his eyes. Might as well relax while the dragon got the oils ready for his massage.

Carlone smiled at the near-naked orca on the table. The muscles spread all over the orca's body were amazing, smooth but still massive. He only wished that he had been able to see the orca flexing them for the mirror; the orca seemed the type to want to check out his body now and then, and the mirror had probably been irresistible to the aquatic male.

Oh well, he thought to himself. At least he got the next best thing. He'd be spending the entire session with his hands all over the big male, enjoying the feel of those muscles under his fingers. Most men he'd met needed a little 'enhancing' before they were big enough to really enjoy, but this guy was so big and massive already that Carlone was almost tempted to leave one bottle among the rest of his special stash.

Almost.

The dragon held a little glass bottle in hand, a thick liquid inside slowly flowing around as he shook it from side to side. Unlike some of the other bottles laid out, this belonged to him instead of Massage Central. It was a special little oil that he had made at home, an enhanced version of something he liked using on some of his partners. Of course, this one was untested, but the orca would make a good test subject, and Carlone doubted that the orca would complain about the effects, either.

Uncorking the bottle, he poured some of the oil into his hands, immediately feeling a tingle along his scales. His eyes went a bit wide at the feeling. "That's new," he muttered under his breath. It wasn't supposed to start tingling that fast...

The tingling spread up his arms rapidly, followed by...

Carlone's eyes went a little wider, and a grin spread over his snout. Oh, that was why he felt it already...Unexpected, but good. Very, very good.

The dragon hurried to the orca before the customer could start complaining, pressing his oiled up hands to the orca's back, and starting the massage with little rubs around the shoulders. It wouldn't take long...wouldn't take long indeed with this development.

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Taris grunted softly as he finally felt the dragon's hands on his back. He immediately noticed the difference in hand size between Carlone and the last masseur he had; the dragon had much bigger hands, and was able to cover a much larger area than the fox that he'd had before. Maybe he could ask for the parlor to keep this dragon on hand; he seemed quite good with his hands, and having a larger area covered at once definitely helped him feel the effects of the massage a lot faster.

The oil that the dragon used was a little different than what he was used to, though. It tingled against his skin in a way that the other oils hadn't. Not in an unpleasant way, just...different. Taris shifted on the table a bit, adjusting his head along his arms as he rested, trying to get a little more comfortable.

The tingling only spread as the dragon continued to rub him, those big hands rubbing along his shoulders as well as partway down his back, and the orca groaned softly in comfort as he felt the tension get rubbed away. His body was finally relaxing after a long work week, the muscles memories of hours behind a desk slowly flowing away under those slowly stroking hands that were rubbing his shoulders, his upper back, his neck...his middle back...

As the feeling somehow managed to encompass not just the top of his back, but also the middle and the lower part of his back, Taris opened his eyes. "What...what's going on back there? Is there someone else rubbing my back too?" he asked with a grunt.

"No, just me," the dragon said. Carlone chuckled. "Why? Did you want someone else around?"

"No...but what's going on? I can...it feels like there's hands running up and down my entire back. Where are you touching me?"

"I'm not touching you."

That got the orca off of the massage table at high speed, leaping up in shock as he looked back at the dragon. Looked, and then stared, because what he was seeing shouldn't have been possible.

Carlone was growing rapidly, his body expanding against his clothes. The shirt the dragon wore already had signs of ripping spreading across the chest, and the ab area wasn't doing a lot better. It might as well have been completely transparent, the dragon's muscles fully on display, more visible than Taris's own had been when he was flexing in the mirror.

The feeling of hands along his body continued to spread, and the orca forced his eyes off of the dragon to look down at himself. His eyes, already wide, went wider still as he watched the bulges of muscle along his body grow. His eyes watched the growth spread across his chest, stomach, and arms, bumps and bulges of semi-solid tissue becoming a super solid mass. The feeling of hands rubbing down his arms and along his back and along his front seemed to mold the muscles as they grew, encouraging them, forming them into massive bulges that he had only imagined before. Taris grunted softly as the invisible fingers seemed to tweak his chest, flicking over his pectorals and his nipples as his chest inflated with slabs of growing tissue.

The bumps of his abs were growing as well. He'd enjoyed the look of a six pack for a long time, but a few more had been added to it. He could already tell that there was an eight-pack down there, at least, maybe more. His muscles continued expanding, growing bigger as well as more defined. Taris hesitantly brought a finger up to his arm, and as he traced down the muscle line, it felt harder than granite under his finger, ungiving, and still pushing out, bigger, stronger, bigger, stronger.

And still the sensation of the hands rubbing along his body continued, stroking along his chest, his arms, his legs, his ass, everywhere and anywhere. Taris almost thought that he could see faintly glowing hands floating around him, performing the stroking actions, but that was impossible. This was just impossible. He had to be imagining this.

But if he was imagining this...if he was imagining this, he really didn't want to stop imagining it. The panic was fading, and replacing it was a strong feeling of contentment, of pleasure. Particularly when the hands reached his groin.

The orca had always been fairly well endowed, but now he was starting to grow even more. At first, looking down, Taris thought that he was just getting erect, but instead, it was his flaccid shaft getting longer, thicker, stronger, just like his muscles. His briefs fought against the expansion, trying to hold his cock in place, but Taris could already see tears forming in his briefs. They were fighting a losing battle against his cock, and the hands encouraged him to rip through the briefs, their touch a silent cheer for his cock to grow, to throb, to harden and break through his briefs like the monstrous member that it was.

Taris moaned as his thoughts were taken over with the feeling of the hands worshiping his growing limbs, his bulging torso, his swelling shaft, of his entire body being teased and played with, and he closed his eyes as he let the sensations wash over him.

Chuckling as both his and the orca's muscles grew, Carlone forced his attention away from the growing orca to his own body. He loved the feeling of his muscles growing, a sensation that was somewhat familiar to him after so much experimentation, though this was a new source.

The dragon could sense the presence of the muscle spirit that he had unleashed with the oil. It had been a mistake, an accident, but what a pleasurable accident it was. The spirit was silent, but it conveyed its wishes through the changes it gave him and the orca. Their muscles grew rapidly, and it didn't take long for Carlone to feel his growing muscles pressing against his clothes, feeling them strain against the constraining cloth, the rips that had started earlier spreading even further along the fabric. There was no chance that the clothes would last more than a few more seconds.

But even if he had known that the spirit in the oil would have affected him this much, he doubted that he would have taken off his clothes earlier. This was part of the fun of growing, feeling the clothes rip right off. The dragon grinned wide, his teeth showing as he closed his eyes, just letting himself enjoy the feeling of the stroking, eager hands along his body.

RIIIIIP!

He felt the shirt come off first, followed by his jeans. They fell from his body as his muscles ripped right through them, leaving them in rags and strips on the floor. All Carlone had left now were the briefs that barely constrained his cock inside them, and the hands were already working on releasing it from its cage, their soft touch stroking along his shaft, encouraging it to grow just as they had his muscles.

Opening his eyes, the dragon watched as the orca enjoyed the stroking hands as well. The two of them were half-hard in their briefs, no more than that, but already they were close to splitting their pants right open. Their cocks were still growing, too, both towards hardness and under the magical influence of the spirit of the oil, growing larger and larger in pleasurable spurts.

Carlone panted hard as he felt himself about to rip through his underwear, and tried to remind himself that the oil spirit needed to be watched. Spirits were always tricky, and no matter how much they pleased a person, they always had another agenda...another need that they would meet, even as they seemed to give and worship with all of their actions.

That was difficult to keep in mind as his cock suddenly surged upwards, pushed to hardness finally even as his briefs split open around his shaft. The orca followed suit a second afterward, that massive shaft breaking free of the confines of his briefs, and sticking up high. Both the dragon's and the orca's cock were massive, long and thick and bulging with veins that carried blood through the mighty shafts. Pre flowed freely from the tips as the spirit hands kept massaging and worshiping them, driving their pleasure levels higher and higher with each gentle, slick touch.

Well....it wouldn't hurt to just give in for now, Carlone thought to himself. The dragon would be able to get out of it eventually, regardless of what the spirit wanted, and he wouldn't just leave the orca behind, either. But for now...

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Taris panted as his cock ripped free from the only clothes he had left, groaning as the hands continued to stroke him. His body no longer surged in rapid growth, but he was sure that he was growing. Slower, perhaps, but still growing, still getting bigger.

The dragon was in a similar state to him, though the dragon looked a lot less confused than he did. His masseur obviously enjoyed the feeling of muscles growing and his cock extending, not to mention being stroked by an invisible set of hands. Though Taris still didn't know just what was going on, he couldn't resist the feeling of hands worshiping his big muscles, showing their appreciation for his massive body. Tension and residual anger from the week bled away from his body, replaced by a single, simple urge. To show off his muscles, to let others touch him, and to touch others...to let others see the glory of a real massive man...to see, to feel, to experience just how good it felt to be a big cocked, heavy muscled man.

Turning to the dragon, and seeing a look in his eyes that mirrored his own desires, the orca gave into his urges...

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Taris and Carlone belong to Taiko Akito

Original art was by Emotion Creator http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8946126/