Dayla Valley - The Muscle Clinic

A few doors down Denise stopped in front of the Chest room and stood to the side so Rachel could look in. The woman from the lobby was seated in the lounge chair watching as the buxom counselor was leaning over fiddling with a strap wrapped around the male's bare torso. With a click she snapped it in place and tugged it a couple of times. Two thick pads were situated to either side of his seat, the ones he would place his arms around. She recognized this piece of equipment as the same machine she saw in the commercial and she noticed that as he sat there his eyes were glued to the worker's chest. The counselor's back was to her, but given the length of cleavage she saw before she could imagine the sight he must have now as she is leaning forward in front of him... Satisfied that the strap was securely snug she stood up straight and walked to the back of the machine to adjust the weight stack.

Denise leaned forward and whispered "As you know, boobs have a way of capturing many males' attention. Some of our counselors have found it more effective to wear clothing accentuating that feature so they pay better attention and are more compliant to instruction. Groping however is not tolerated and may earn a slap to the face or a trip to the Disciplinarian with repeated offenses."

Nodding her head, Rachel took another glance into the room to catch a view of him seated in what she knew gyms to call a 'butterfly machine', with a black band buckled across his midriff and seat back. His hands rested on his knees as he looked at Rachel, his companion seated nearby following his gaze to glance back at the door as well. Their attention was redirected by the counselor who walked around to the front, stood slightly off to the side with hands on her hips and instructed "Okay Barry, arms up! We're going to start with fifteen of these." Glancing at the pads located on either side of him he wrapped his forearms around them, looked forward, took a deep breath, and began squeezing the pads together in front of him over and over, the chains connected to the weight stack behind him rasping up and down audibly. The woman in the lounge seat sat back in the chair, picked up a periodical and started flipping through it as Rachel turned away and began following Denise around the corner.

The other weightlifting rooms were unoccupied as was the small medical office nearby which held a long padded chair, the kind you see in hospitals. Cabinets and a sink lined the back of the room. "This is where the steroids are administered and blood panels are taken. As I said though, we don't use this room very often," Denise explained as they approached the last door at the end of the hallway, this one closed. A sign on the front held a picture of a heart on it with the words "Cardio Theater" inscribed next to it.

Denise opened the door and they entered a larger room with about a dozen pieces of cardiovascular exercise equipment lined up in three rows. Treadmills, stationary bikes, stairmasters, rowers... each machine had small black loops with buckles attached hanging from the handgrips. Two males were pumping the machinery, one an older man who looked to be in really good shape grinding the pedals of a stairmaster up and down with his legs, breathing heavily; the other was a younger male, pudgy and pasty, pulling on a rower and also breathing heavily. Both had their wrists strapped to the handgrips. A stern-looking older woman in a white lab coat with dirty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail sat at a desk in the front facing the equipment, a monitor screen before her flashing numbers and bar graphs.

"Here each machine has wrist straps attached but they're not just normal restraints. They are fitted with sensors which monitor their pulse rates. That information is fed to the screen you see Kasia watching here." At the mention of her name, the woman at the desk looked up at the visitors, arched an eyebrow and smirked. "By monitoring their vitals, she can go over and adjust the programs on the machines to keep them right where they need to be for their goals. If they start to slack and need some extra motivation she can deliver a shock through those same wrist straps."

"Mm-hm" Kasia hummed as she went back to alternating between watching the screen and watching the trainees.

They stood and watched for a few more moments before leaving the room. Denise closed the door and remarked, "Kasia is rather strict and doesn't mind giving a little pain so we like to have her work the cardio theater more often than not."

Approaching the door to the Chest room straight ahead on their return trip down the hall, Rachel couldn't help but notice just past the edge of the doorway one of the pads to the butterfly machine moving in and out. "Come on, you've got 4 more!" she heard the buxom counselor bark. Walking by the door, Rachel stopped and saw the counselor standing directly in front of Barry who was still strapped to the device and judging by the slower speed with which he was moving his arms, struggling to finish each repetition. With a strained gasp he let the pads force his arms back as the weights dropped back down with a loud clank. "Okay, all set with this. We're moving to the pec press," the counselor said as she unfastened his strap, both ends dangling down either side of the backrest. Breathing heavily, Barry stood up from the seat as she grasped his upper arm and walked him over to another machine. The woman in the seat glanced up from her reading material as he settled into the next piece of equipment before returning her attention to what she was reading.

"Are all the workouts this intense?" Rachel asked.

"Each workout is planned out so some will be more hard than others but overall he will work hard here. It's the only way to get the results you're wanting. Barry in there has been coming for I think over six months now and has lost substantial belly fat and put on some quality muscle. His Owner has already relayed to me that she wants his membership to be indefinite," Denise smiled. Rachel heard another faint click from the room as she continued to follow Denise.

A loud grunt and a clank emerged from the Leg room as they passed by. "Oh let's stop in here... I have a special someone to check on," Denise said as she entered the doorway. The same dark-skinned man she saw before was seated in what Rachel recognized as the 'leg extension' machine, his ankles pressed behind round pads in front of and below the seat. A slim black strap across his hips held him firmly to the seat. He wore a black shirt and dark blue shorts and was resting his head back on the seat muttering "Oh damn!"

The petite counselor in the blue outfit looked over at Denise and smiled wide. "Well hi Denise!" she said in a bubbly tone.

"Hello Vicky! So how is my special guy doing today? Working hard?" she said in a teasing tone as she walked over to him and squeezed his right thigh.

"Why yes he is! And we're almost done, just one last set to go before we re-measure."

The male tilted his head forward and said "Can't we just go and check now?" His thigh got an immediate slap from Denise as she retorted "Don't you go questioning your counselor Marv! We know what is best for you! Do you want to stay for another round? I don't have that much for you to do today..."

"No no, that's okay. I was just checkin' that's all," Marv replied.

"In case you didn't guess, Marv is my male. And being owner, I get a free membership!" Denise smiled at him.

"And being who you are, you might as well stay and watch!" Vicky said in her lilting, bubbly tone. "Marv, are you ready? One more set!"

He sighed and grumbled "let's get this over with" before grasping the handgrips to either side of the seat and leaning his head against the backrest. He took a couple of deep breaths as Vicky counted down "Three, two, one, go!"

He pushed against the pads with his ankles, rotating them up until they were level with his thighs. Up and down, up and down his legs pumped, the chains attached to the weight stack rasping up and down loudly like the ones on the butterfly machine had. Rachel peeked around the corner of the machine to the weight stack and saw he was lifting almost three quarters of it, 240 pounds! She walked back around to watch from the front, the other two ladies standing nearby watching silently. At about the eighth repetition, he began gritting his teeth and letting out small grunts. His quadricep muscles on the tops of his thighs were very well-defined and bulging out with each push. His grunts grew louder and Vicky started yelling "Come on Marv, push!" Rachel recognized her voice as the one she heard before when entering Denise's office. At the thirteenth repetition, he began shaking his head and yelling gutturally. "This is your last one Marv, don't you dare give up! You want the whip later?" Denise admonished in a loud voice as Vicky yelled again "Keep going! Let's go, just a few more!"

Breathing like a steam engine and growls escaping his lips he struggled to finish but his legs started quaking and he couldn't help but let the weight force his shins back down. Vicky rushed around to the back of the machine to the weight stack and readjusted the weight before hurrying back up front. "OK Marv, I lightened it up and I want to see 10 more good full reps! NOW GO!"

Wow Vicky's voice is piercing! Rachel thought with her eyes wide. I'm glad I'm not him. She smirked at that last thought as Marv pumped the pads up and down faster than before. After finishing the tenth one, he dropped his head forward shaking it and breathing heavy. He looked to be in pain.

"Good boy Marv, the burning will go away in a moment," Denise said soothingly while patting him on the head and giving him a kiss on the temple. She traced her fingers down his quadricep muscles, feeling the valleys and bumps. She then stepped away as Vicky walked up and unbuckled his restraint, the ends swaying as she dropped them down to dangle by the sides of the machine. "Okay, time to re-measure. Come on."

Marv slowly swung his legs off the seat and stood up, his knees buckling a bit at first. He was tall, lean, but well-built as his muscles popped out even through his clothing. The four of them walked out to the alcove where Vicky took a measuring tape from a small shelf. "On the stand," Vicky ordered Marv. He stepped up onto the wooden platform which stood against the back wall. With his legs more eye level with Vicky, she wrapped the tape around each thigh and each calf, recording each measurement on her clipboard.

"Your left thigh is up 1/8" and your right one is higher by 1/4" so they pass that marker," Vicky noted. "Your calves haven't seen any increase though." He looked at her with disbelieving eyes before she said quickly "Wellll, we did focus more on the thighs today so let's let that one go. Good workout Marv! Enjoy your day!" She gave Denise a wink and shook Rachel's hand before bouncing back to the Leg room.

Amused by Vicky's vivaciousness, Rachel re-entered Denise's office while she stayed outside momentarily to bid farewell to Marv. This is what Daniel needs to start doing, Rachel thought as Denise re-entered.

"So Rachel, what do you think? Can we schedule your first appointment?"

"You know, I am very impressed and I do believe this is what he needs to get physically stronger and more... solid," Rachel tried to think of the right word as she held her hands out in front of her as if to symbolize being bigger.

"Excellent, let's arrange for payment and get him in the schedule book," Denise smiled widely.

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Explaining to Daniel that he is about to embark on a new training regimen went rather well. As they sat down to dinner that same night, Rachel told him all about the clinic and how the program works. He sat there and listened as she went over the schedule, how the rooms are set up, and how important it is for him to listen and do as he's told by the counselors. He was mostly silent but quietly nodded as she told him they were to start the next morning at 9:30.

He was still silent as they pulled up to the building. She turned the car off, looked over at him and smiled. "So, you ready? Don't worry, I'll stay with you this first time."

He looked back at her, smirked and replied, "I guess so!"

With that, they entered the building and walked into the clinic suite. One heavyset middle-aged woman sat in the waiting area playing with her smartphone. They approached the reception counter and Rachel announced to the receptionist that Daniel Owned By Rachel LeMahler is here for his first appointment. The cute blonde girl smiled and handed her another form on a clipboard. Taking seats next to the inner door, Rachel and Daniel worked together to fill out his health and medical history. Passing it back in, the receptionist told Rachel to have a seat and today's counselor, Patty, will be out to start with them in a moment.

Minutes passed before the door opened and from it emerged the buxom counselor from yesterday, this time wearing a tight black shirt with a low-cut front and a long black dress that was loose on the bottom. Without the coat on, her enormous chest was even more prominent as was her stocky build, with solid arms. A red-faced muscular male wearing a sweat-soaked gray tank top followed her into the lobby and smiled at the other woman seated nearby. The woman put her phone away, stood up and walked over, asking how he had done. The counselor smiled and replied "Great, worked hard as always! Today was shoulders and neck." The counselor looked up at the male and smiled. "See you again soon!" She squeezed his right shoulder before walking over to the reception window. The couple exited the lobby as the counselor looked over a paper the receptionist had given her.

"Daniel, Owned By Rachel LeMahler?" she asked as she approached Rachel and Daniel. Daniel nodded and said, "that's me." They both stood and the woman shook hands with Rachel as she introduced herself as Patty. "I will be giving you your first session today. Follow me please." She looked Daniel up and down before motioning them through the door.

Entering the back hall, Patty shut the door behind her and instructed them to enter the recessed area off to the right. The three of them stopped into the alcove as Patty told Daniel to remove his shirt. Taking off his gray shirt, Rachel took it from him. "Before each session we will be weighing and measuring you, but only the areas that we will be focusing on that day. Today we're going to start to work on your lats and midsection. So please step on the scale for me," Patty said as she gestured to the scale in the corner.

Daniel stepped onto the platform, the whole scale rattling as he did so. Patty stood on the other side and adjusted the sliders until it balanced at 153.5 lbs. She noted this down and told him to step off. He stepped back as Patty took a measuring tape from a shelf and stood behind him, wrapping it around his upper trunk. "Thirty-eight and a quarter inches," she muttered as she wrote this down. She then moved around to his front and slid the tape around his midsection. "And that is thirty-two inches," she said as she finished writing. "Okay, leave your shirt off and follow me."

They followed her a few doors down and she stood outside the room labeled Back while motioning through the door with a pointed finger. Rachel followed Daniel inside the room. He looked around at the various pieces of machinery crammed together. He recognized some of them but others looked unfamiliar. Patty walked in behind them, placed her clipboard on a desk and told Rachel that she is welcome to stay and observe if she wants. Rachel cleared her throat and said she would as she walked over to the easy chair and sat down, laying her purse and his shirt down on the floor beside the chair.

"Okay Daniel, welcome to your first workout! Go ahead and have a seat on this thing here," Patty instructed as she walked over to a machine which held an upright seat and two small pads high up on either side of the seatback. He looked the machine over as he slowly sat down. Patty then drew an imaginary line from his right shoulder to a circular sprocket on the machine. "Stand back up please while I adjust the seat for your height." He did so and she leaned over the seat, pulling up on a lever and moving the seat bottom to a little higher setting. "Okay let's try this."

He sat back down, she scanned the same area as before and then leaned over him to pick up both ends of a strap which hung from the back part of the seat bottom. She slid both pieces together and began adjusting the length to fit snugly around his hips. As she did this, he couldn't help but stare at her large pendulous breasts jiggling with her movements. A bulge began to appear in his shorts which both ladies noticed immediately.

"You know, he can't help it," Rachel started to say with a restrained chuckle but Patty looked over at her and smiled.

"It's okay, I'm a bit used to it. Just so long as he doesn't try any funny business," she stated as she fastened the belt with a loud click and yanked it hard a couple of times before standing straight again. As she yanked at the strap, her cleavage wobbled even more, making Daniel's eyes inadvertently widen. He swallowed hard as she looked him straight in the eyes with hands on hips and explained that he is expected to follow all her directions. "We usually don't have to resort to this, but we do have ways of making you compliant with less enjoyable measures. So do as you're told and everything is good!"

With that, she walked to the back of the machine and adjusted the setting on the weight stack. While she did so, she explained, "This machine is called the pullover. It, like all the other equipment in here, works on your lat muscles." Having finished her adjustment she walked back around to the front and stood directly in front of him. "This particular device also involves your chest and abs too. Now I'm going to press this pedal down and those pads are going to lower themselves near your shoulders. I want you to reach up and place your elbows in the pads and hold the bar."

Daniel did as he was told and Patty released the pedal, causing his bent arms to rotate above and slightly behind him. He started looking up at his left elbow when Patty ordered him to face front. Looking straight ahead at Patty, she told him to press with his elbows and hands to rotate the bar down until it touches his stomach. He did so; it took a little effort but it wasn't that hard.

And so it went for the first set; his muscles warmed up as he rotated his arms up and down against the resistance. Starting with the second set, Patty gradually increased the weight. By the fifth set he began to shake as he grunted and heaved the bar down, one grueling repetition at a time. Rachel sat there and watched, smiling at him reassuringly whenever he glanced her way. This was when Patty stepped in and started loudly and firmly demanding more reps. Each time the bar faltered, Patty, arms folded underneath her bosom, would say "Push! You're not stopping yet!"

By the last rep, the bar was barely making it halfway to his stomach. This was when Patty told him "Okay, you're done here" before she pressed the pedal so he could take his arms out of the apparatus before letting the weights drop with a loud clank. Daniel sat there looking fatigued and breathing heavy. He could feel his torso muscles tightening already and unconsciously patted his chest and stomach. Patty leaned over, affording him another arousing view, and unfastened the buckle on the restraint. The ends of the belt fell and clanked against the side of the seat as she grasped his upper arm tightly and said "Up!" while giving a pull to reinforce her order. He stood up and she declared "This way, next machine..." as she led him to what he found was a pulldown machine.