Church Muscle
The priest sat alone in the confessional booth when he heard the squeaky hinge of the door being opened.
The wood of the confessional booth groaned as someone—someone heavy—lowered themselves onto the other seat.
He slid open the wooden screen. Then froze.
She couldn’t have been older than eighteen. Beautiful. But it wasn’t her face that stole his breath.
She was enormous.
He felt a wave of heat wash over his entire body. His breath caught. His heart slammed against his ribs.
Her dress, modest by most standards, clung indecently to her frame. The way it stretched to accommodate her thick, round shoulders. The way it hugged her lats. The seams straining, being stretched to their limit.
Then she spoke.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”
After a pause—long, heavy, aching—he forced himself to speak.
“What sins do you wish to confess, my child?”
He could barely make out her face, but he felt her. The heat of her. The presence. Radiating confidence. Dripping with something darker. Something… wicked.
“I’ve been having… impure thoughts,” she said.
She let the silence linger. Let it breathe. Let it curl around him.
“Fantasies… about my big… bulging… mmmmmuscles.”
The way she drew out the word—my God.
He felt himself throb. Stiffen. Grow.
“G… go on,” he said meekly.
I imagine myself sitting in the pew Sunday morning.
I’m wearing the same dress I have on today. I love the way it shows off my biceps. My pecs. My traps. The way my my body stretches the fabric tight. MMMmmmm....
Just look at the thick veins running over my bicep. Down my forearms. MMMMmm….
I can’t help but flex. Tracing the peak with my fingertips.
God, it’s so fucking hard.
Even without flexing, it feels like a rock. But when I flex? … *chuckle*
MMMm… It rises like a fucking mountain!
Everyone’s looking at me. I can feel their eyes. Hear their gasps.
They came here to worship. But not Him! *chuckle*
I fucking love their reactions. Even the disgusted ones.
It just reminds me how big I’m getting. How freaky my muscles are.
It turns me on so much. It makes me want to…. flex even more. Get even more pumped.
Ooooohhh…
The fabric around my buttons is stretching, I can feel it! NNNnggghhh... One big squeeze and there would be buttons ricocheting off the church walls! lol
The priest is panting. Can she hear it?, he wonders.
"But that's not all," she says with... almost a moan of pleasure.
When it’s time for communion, I step into the aisle. My skirt barely hides my legs.
They’re monstrous.
These poor people… they’ve never seen anything like it.
The way my glutes flex with every step—each shift of my weight making them swell.
And my glutes. The way the change shape with every subtle movement. Like there's some kind of monster living under my skirt. I guess there kinda is! lol
And as I get closer to the front… I see you. And I see you start to… react to me.
You try to say professional, but I can see the flush creeping up your neck, into your cheeks.
Your eyes keep darting to my body. My muscles.
I almost feel sorry for you. So... conflicted. I almost want to take pity on you... but I don't.
As you place the wafer on my tongue, I raise both arms in a massive double bicep flex.
I look down and see my biceps aren't the only things rising, as the front of your robe begins to tent.
MMmmmmm...
I take a step closer, shoving my monster bicep right in front of your face. I can feel your rock hard cock pressing against my quad.
"Feel it father. I know you want to."
For a moment, I see the hesitation in your eyes. But it doesn't take long for your resolve to crumble.
It doesn't matter where we are. It doesn't matter that your entire flock of sheep are looking on.
You reach out... hands trembling... to feel something truly god-like!
When you fingers come to rest on my bicep peak, I hear the gasp escape your lips.
"I want more, Father. Give me the cup."
Your hands are shaking so badly as he hold it out, that I half expect you to drop it.
I grab the cub from out and take a deep breath.
I slowly tilt it to my lips and begin to drink.
NNNnggghh... I feel the blood of Christ pumping through my veins!
My body... I can feel it growing. My muscles getting bigger... harder... YYYEESSS!!
I throw my head back, guzzling it all.
Everything feels... different! I feel like I could do anything!
I hold the cup in my hand... and squeeze.
"RRRGGGHHH!!!!"
I hear the metal whining. Resisting. But not for long. I feel it yielding to me. Crushing.
"YYYEEEAAAHHHH!!!"
I throw the crumbled ball of metal that once held the blood of Christ onto the ground, and curl my arm in a mind-melting bicep flex.
I've never seen my muscles like this! My bicep is as big and hard as a fucking child's skull!
"OOOooohhh!!"
I can feel it. My juice dripping down my inner thighs. I'm hornier than I've ever been in my life. Standing here in front of the entire church, with you drooling over my muscles.
I don't even have to say anything this time. Your hand is drawn to my arm like a magnet. You're not even trying to conceal your muscle lust anymore.
You moan as your hand explores the peaks and valleys of my man-shaming arm. As you trace the veins running over the peak.
"You're awfully quiet over there, Father. Are you doing ok?" I chuckle.
No response. Only heavy breathing.
"I have... one more fantasy, father. I... I really should confess it, don't you think?"
It's the day of my baptism. We're standing in front of the congregation. Me in my baptismal robe.
It's so big, it should hide anything. But it can't hide me. It can't hide... my muscles.
I look absolutely massive!
I can hear your words, as you pretend to play the priest. But I feel your hand.
Your mind is elsewhere.
I feel your hand squeezing my bicep.
Naughty Father. You just can't resist!
But you know I don't mind! lol
You get bolder... fanning out your fingers, letting them brush over my hard nipples.
"OOooohhh... now we're talking" I whisper to you.
After you finish your words to the congregation, you have no choice but to move on.
With your hand sneaking one last feel of my thick, expansive pecs, you slowly lower me into the baptismal pool.
And when I rise from the water, the entire audience gasps. Some in horror. Some in lust.
My robe is saturated. Clinging to every curve of my muscles. Each ab. Every vein.
I've never felt more exposed. More naked. And I fucking love it.
My clit is throbbing with desire. I hear a moan emanate from the pews.
She's been watching me the whole time. Fantasizing about what it would be like to touch me. To see ... more of me. And now she's getting what she dreamed of.
I can practically feel her eyes roaming over my body. Squeezing my pecs. Tracing the canyons between my abs.
She tries to be subtle, but I know what she's doing.
She's touching herself. Jacking off... to me. In the middle of a fucking church service.
"OOOOooohhhh GOOOOD!" she moans loudly.
No, not God. Better. ... ME.
THE END
