Crystal
As the family sat around the dinner table, every eye—whether they realized it or not—was locked on Crystal. They always were.
While the others poked at their neat little servings of steak, potatoes, and vegetables, Crystal’s plate was piled high with three thick, bloody slabs of beef.
No sides. No greens. Just pure fucking protein—and lots of it.
Mom couldn’t stop staring. Every time Crystal’s knife sliced down, the muscles in her forearm shifted and danced—rolling under the skin like a sack of angry snakes.
It was grotesque. It was hypnotic. It was gorgeous.
A soft, breathy sigh escaped Mom’s lips. Everyone heard it.
Crystal didn’t look up. She just smirked.
Then, without warning, she dropped her utensils and grabbed a steak with her bare hands.
“Ah, fuck it.”
She ripped into it like a lioness.
“MMmmm... Gotta feed these monster muscles,” she said, talking around a mouthful.
She wasn’t exaggerating. Just look at those arms. Veins like worms. Peaks like mountains. And she was only fourteen!
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Mom was lost—eyes glassy, breath shallow—drifting over every bulge and ripple of muscle like she was being pulled under. Meanwhile, her brother just seethed.
Four years older, and yet she'd beaten him at everything. Sports. Lifting. School. Life. And he hated her for it.
“You really think you're hot shit just 'cause you’ve got those freak-show muscles?” he snapped. “You look like a guy!”
Crystal didn’t blink. She just stared at him with cool, amused eyes.
“Name one guy you know with biceps like these.”
She flexed—slowly.
Silence.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought. No one’s built like this. Only me.”
Off to the side, Mom whimpered.
Crystal raised the steak again, bit off another savage chunk, and locked eyes with her brother.
“You’re just pissed because your girlfriend only hangs out with you hoping to catch a glimpse of me.”
She leaned forward, voice low and feral.
“When she lets you touch her,” Crystal purred, “she’s not thinking about you. She’s imagining my arms—these big, vascular fucking biceps—pressed against her lips while she moans into them. She’s picturing her tongue tracing the veins, sucking on the peak. Her fingers sliding down my abs—eight bricks of carved granite—before she drops lower. And when she comes? She’s coming with a vision of her face buried between my monster tree trunk thighs.”
Dad dropped his fork. Jaw slack.
Crystal just grinned.
She had no shame. No filter. Crystal said whatever the hell she wanted—because that’s what you do when you’re the alpha. And she was the alpha. Of this family. Of everything.
She tilted her head at Dad, mock-concerned.
“Careful, Daddy. You leave your mouth open like that, you’ll catch a fly!"
Her dad and brother were both stunned. Speechless.
“Ooohhh, honey… you’ve gotten so big,” Mom breathed, her voice dripping with awe—and something darker.
“Come here, sweetheart. Let me see all that hard work.”
She rose from her seat, eyes wide, lips parted, drawn to Crystal like a moth to a roaring, flesh-and-steel furnace.
Crystal raised her arms into a double bicep pose, slow and deliberate. Her muscles exploded into twin peaks of living marble.
Mom gasped—no, moaned—a raw, helpless sound that should never come from a mother’s mouth.
“Oh my God, Crystal... this is... magnificent.” Her voice trembled. “Your arm’s almost as big as my head.”
Crystal smirked. That smirk—pure, arrogant alpha energy. She squeezed harder. Her arms trembled from the force, and so did Mom.
Mom’s hands floated up like she was in a trance, fingertips brushing along the inside curve of the bicep—soft skin stretched tight over something impossibly solid, burning hot.
“Mmmmmm…” she moaned, eyes fluttering shut as she leaned in, nuzzling her cheek against the muscle like it was sacred.
“Scott…” she said, not even looking at her husband. “Why can’t you have muscles like this? Half this? Is that really too much to ask?”
The air in the room felt heavy. Suffocating. It felt like time had stopped, until Crystal broke the spell.
"Well!" she said in a chipper voice that reminded everyone that she was just fourteen, "time for me to get to bed. It's a school night, after all!"
Crystal sat in class, listening to the lecture as if it was any normal day. But sitting in a room with Crystal is never a normal day!
Crystal's body demanded the full attention of everyone in the room. Even the teacher stammered through his lecture, flustered and red-faced, his eyes constantly flicking to her shoulders, her arms, her chest.
The poor kid behind Crystal couldn't even see the board!
But he didn’t care.
His eyes were glued to her back—the ridges and valleys of her lats stretching the fabric of her shirt like it was a size too small. His pen dangled from his hand, forgotten. His pupils were wide. Dilated. Drunk.
And then there was me.
I'd known Crystal since kindergarten. Back then she was already faster, stronger, hungrier than anyone else. I remember the moment I first saw the hint of muscle on her arms. How it lit something up inside me I didn’t even understand at the time.
Every year, I waited for the first day of school. To see how much bigger she’d gotten.
This year? She was a fucking god.
I made damn sure to be the first person to class. I had to make sure I had a perfect view!
And now, here I am—frozen, wide-eyed, breathing slow, worshipping.
I didn’t even pretend to hide it anymore. I was practically drooling—sometimes literally drooling—as she moved.
Jesus Christ... That arm has to weigh more than both my legs put together...
And sometimes—sometimes—she’d flex. Just for a moment. Hard. Sudden. Turning her bicep into a gnarled, veiny, skin-tight mass of raw, flexed dominance.
Why did she do it? Was it instinct? Pride? Or was it for me?
One daydream bled into another—until I looked up.
And she was looking back. Dead. At. Me.
My breath vanished. My entire body locked up, frozen. She didn’t smile. Didn’t blink. Just stared.
Then—slowly—one side of her mouth curled up.
That smirk. It wasn’t friendly. It wasn’t flirty. It was... ownership.
And then—
"Hahaha!! Oh my God, the doofus has the hots for the gorilla!” came the hyena screech of J.D., loud enough to snap the spell.
That fat fucking blob was cackling like a drunk seal, neck rolls jiggling, red in the face from his own brilliance.
He raised his arm and flexed—if you could call it that. A limp bulge of soft flesh.
“Hey retard! Check out my muscle! Does it make your tiny little dick hard? Huh?” He slapped his friend on the arm like he just delivered the joke of the year.
That’s when it changed.
Crystal didn’t move at first. But her face... shifted.
Like the sky darkening before a storm. Eyebrows lowering. Lips pulling tight.
Her hand slowly balled into a fist. Knuckles turning white.
But it wasn’t the fist that took my breath away. It was her forearm. It was growing.
Veins thickened. Skin tightened. The whole thing swelled like it was stuffed with live snakes, writhing beneath the surface.
J.D. laughed again.
He was too stupid to realize he wasn’t poking a bear—he was jabbing a goddamn demon!
Crystal turned.
Slowly. Mechanically. Like a predator rotating toward its prey.
She locked eyes with J.D.
She didn't say a word. She didn't need to! It seriously looked like she was gonna burn a hole in his head with laser beams out of her eyes!
Then... the sound. A low, deep rumble. Like a fucking grizzly bear! Slowly, her upper lip curled back. Teeth bared. A snarl slowly twisted across her face.
Crystal wasn't angry. She was gonna fucking kill this kid!
The playground was packed. Hundreds of kids—maybe the whole damn school—had gathered in a frenzied swarm.
I shoved my way to the front. No way in hell was I missing this.
In the center of the circle stood Crystal. And J.D.
There was no more laughing. No more jokes. Not from him. Just sweat, and fear, and the kind of hollow-eyed dread that sets in when your mouth’s written a check your body can’t cash.
Crystal didn’t even look angry. She looked calm. Cold. Certain.
She bent down, casually scooping up a basketball.
J.D., desperate for some kind of footing, snorted: “What—you gonna challenge me to a game of Horse?”
Silence.
Nobody laughed. Nobody even blinked.
More than one kid was staring at her arms—wondering which was bigger: the basketball… or the biceps.
But that was nothing compared to what came next.
Without a word, Crystal lowered the ball and slid it between her massive thighs.
J.D. swallowed hard.
The ball looked tiny down there. Like a stress toy trapped between two slabs of granite.
Her eyes never left his. “Keep watching,” she said, her voice smooth as silk.
Then, slowly, the pressure began.
Her legs swelled. Her quads ballooned with muscle.
I could see veins in her thighs! I didn't even know there were veins in thighs!!
And those muscles. God... they looked like bodybuilder legs. I could barely breathe.
"NNnnggghhhh!!!" she moaned as she squeezed her thighs together.
Her hands rose behind her head as she arched her back, eyes fluttering shut. Oh my God, was she getting off on this??
"OOOooooohhhh..." she cooed. Everyone watched in horror as her quads kept getting bigger... and harder. And the ball kept getting smaller... and flatter.
It was obscene! No girl has muscles like this. Especially no 14-year-old fucking girl!
Just look! The ball was getting being squished flat. No fucking way. She didn't really think she could... I mean... it's not even possible is it??
"RRRGGGHHH... OH YEAH... HERE IT COMES!!!"
BOOOOM!!!!
The sound was jarring. Deafening.
I flinched like a gun had gone off inches from my head. So did half the crowd.
I really thought J.D. was gonna shit his pants in that moment.
We never imagined a girl like Crystal could even exist! And here she was. Not just here, but on a mission. To fucking destroy J.D. in front of everybody!
He was shaking. Wobbling like a tower about to collapse. His fat face jiggled with every tremble of fear.
Then Crystal stepped closer. Even though he was taller, she made him look so... small!
"You think that was it?" Crystal laughed. "Oh no... I have a lot more planned for you."
Before he could blink, she lunged forward and grabbed two big fists full of J.D.'s belly fat.
Roaring like a bear, she heaved him up in the air using more strength than I can even fathom!
The entire crowd gasped in unison. The only sound was J.D.’s pathetic squealing, begging her to put him down.
But Crystal didn’t hear him. Didn’t care. She brought him to her chest—then shoved him back up again with a grunt.
Again. And again.
"Look at her arm!!!" someone shouted out.
Holy fuck! Her bicep was as big as a coconut! A veiny, cannonball-shaped monster gleaming under the sun, impossibly round, impossibly hard.
And I was hard.
I was so fucking hard I thought I’d pass out. Not just from lust—but from the weight of it all. The raw force. The total domination.
I wasn’t the only one.
The crowd around me… moans. Whimpers. Some were touching themselves. Some just looked ruined. Destroyed.
And still, Crystal kept going.
"RRRRrrrrrggghhhh!!!! YEEESSS!!" Crystal pressed J.D. over her head again... and again...
"FUUUUCK!!! LOOK AT ME!!!" she roared.
I didn’t know what fueled her anymore—anger, revenge, lust—it all blurred into one glorious, savage high.
She pressed him over her head again, slow, savoring every second. “MMMmmmmm!!!” she groaned, her voice soaked in pleasure.
I couldn’t stop staring. I wanted to touch that bicep. Kiss it. Lick it. Bite it. Sink my teeth into that hard, veiny mountain and see if she even noticed.
My chest was tight. My head spun. I was going to—
And then she snapped.
“You’re NOTHING!!” Crystal bellowed, pulling J.D. down across her shoulders.
Oh God! What fucking pose.
And then... Crystal locked eyes on me. I had felt invisible... like a fly on the wall. But in that moment, she saw me. And I realized... this was all for me!
"RRRRRAAAAGGGGHHH!!!!" With a primal scream, Crystal flexed everything as she bent J.D. across her back.
I couldn't take it anymore. I lost it. Right her, in front of everyone. My body jerked. My knees gave out. I collapsed, panting. Drenched in sweat. Drained.
Around me, others fell too. Collapsing. Weeping. Moaning.
Crystal stood alone in the center of the wreckage.
Untouchable.
Unmatched.
Un-fucking-real.
THE END
