Prison muscle
Reese Holloway was sentenced to life in prison, without possibility of parole, for murdering her boyfriend. Her boyfriend was a big guy—a collegiate linebacker, 6' 3" and 235 pounds. This story is fucking twisted.
It turns out he had a muscle fetish. And Reese filled that fetish and then some! When she was on the stand at her trial, she recounted what happened as if she was ... God, it sounded like she was reliving some kind of twisted fantasy. You could tell that not only did she have no remorse, she was getting off as she walked everyone through what happened.
How he begged her to get her muscles pumped up for her. So big that she could flex out of her clothes. He he begged her to flex for him. To let him run his hands over her massive, rock hard, sweaty muscles.
Then she talked about arm wrestling him. She had the most terrifying smile on her face. Describing how her bicep swelled up as big as his head. Thick worm-like veins fanning out all over her muscle. She talked about how her big strong boyfriend... a guy who would crush anybody else... struggled... with both hands.
She licked her lips as she described how easy it was for her. How... how she slipped her free hand under the table and jacked him off while she completely dominated him with her other. Just imagine that! This big football player, red in the face, trying with both hands and every ounce of effort he has, and this girl. Not only is she holding her own with one arm, but she's fucking jacking him off, and smirking at him through it all!
I felt my stomach drop! I don't know if this girl was full of shit, making up stories, but the way she said it. She sure sounded like she was telling the truth. But that would mean... it would mean... Fuck, I don't even know what it means. She scared the shit out of me.
But that was nothing. Because after she pinned his hand to the table... holding it there... making sure he knew just how strong she was. As she leaned in, whispering into his year. "I'm going to break you." And she felt him explode in her hand. She yanked him up out of his chair, one hand grabbing the front of his shirt, and the other grabbing a fist full of his jeans right in front of his crotch.
With a brutal yell, she curled the 230-pound linebacker up to her chest like a barbell. Her eyes locked on her reflection in the mirror across the room. And then she started curling. Over... and over... and over again. Moaning with pleasure as she watched her arms swell even bigger. He was moaning too. Intoxicated by her muscles and her strength.
But she was going too far. Lost in muscle lust. She pressed him up over head, lowering him down to her chest, then pressing up again. It was too much for him. He was rock hard again. She was so fucking lost... juices dripping down her legs as she watched her reflection. Wishing she could fuck herself. Needing release.
That's when it happened. She lowered him on her shoulders and started to pull down. His back being forced into a horrifying bent position. His hard cock standing straight up, even through the pain.
"No one!... NO ONE can match me! Just LOOK at me!!!" she roared as she flexed every muscle in her body.
Her nipples were hard. Legs were soaked. Inner thighs trembling as she rode the edge of a powerful orgasm. But she needed more.
"NNNNGGGHHH!!!! YYYYEESSS!!!" She FLEXED... harder!! His body bent. Further! His dick got... harder.
"FUUCK!!! YESSSSS CUUUUUUMM FOR MEEEEEE!!!!" As she pulled down with all her strength, he blasted ropes of thick hot cum straight up into the air, and it came raining down on her impossible wide and thick pecs.... her deep defined abs. Her bowling ball delts.
"OOOOOHHHHHH YEEAAAAHHHH!!!! UUUUUNNNGGGHHH!!!!" She exploded with pleasure, tensing every muscle as she bucked and spasmed. By the time she was done, he lay in a broken heap on the floor. Motionless. Broken. Gone.
She didn't even look at him. She was just staring at her reflection. Smearing his release over her muscles as she slowly walked over to the 100-pound dumbbells and began doing curls.
... I swear to God. As she told the story in court, I ... I could smell her arousal drifting through the courtroom. She was reliving it in her mind. I could see her tensing her muscles. The way it made her clothes shift and tighten. Little veins becoming visible on her neck. One of the few areas of skin that was exposed.
Fuck... This bitch needs to go away for life. She's a MONSTER!
I've been a guard at Blackridge Correctional Facility for Women for 18 years, and I've never seen anything like it. Like... her.
If you saw her from the neck up, you'd think she was any normal, pretty, privileged, rich white girl. Definitely not the kind of girl who would end up in the roughest female prison in the country.
But once you look down below the neck... Good God! Her arms were absolutely stuffed with thick, veiny muscles. Her skin looked tight, like it could barely contain her.
I couldn't help it. My eyes were roaming over every inch of her. I'd... I'd never felt this... feeling. It's like she generates some kind of energy that just pulled me in.
The moment she stepped off the bus, it was clear she wasn't like anyone else. There was no trace of nerves. Anxiety. Fear. Even though she was a kid compared to the other women here, she looked like she owned the place.
And I'm not talking about, 'I'm gonna puff up my chest and act tough.' No, like in her core, she knew she was untouchable. And I would come to find out, she wasn't.
As she walked through the corridor of the prison, all eyes were on Reese.
"Hey baby, you get lost on the way to the country club?"
"Uh oh! Daddy couldn't buy your way outta this one, huh Chica?"
Reese had a smile on her face the whole time. Like she knew something they didn't.
Then, she stopped at her cell.
"Oh shit! They stuck her with Roxy?? She gonna be dead by breakfast! LOL"
The heavy iron bars slowly slid into place, locking with a low clang. And then they were alone.
Roxy walked up so close that Reese could feel and smell her breath washing over her face.
"You're pretty." she said in a cold, emotionless tone. "I'm gonna like lookin' down on that pretty face of yours while you work that tongue."
Reese just looked up at Roxy with a smirk. That's not something that had ever happened before, and Roxy was clearly thrown off.
"The fuck you smirkin' at you little bitch?" she asked.
"I just think you're a little confused on who's gonna be working their tongue," Reese responded.
Reese stepped back... raised her arm...
"What the fuck???" Roxy blurted out.
Roxy looked at Reese with a confused expression. Who the fuck was this pretty girl kid who acted like she wasn't even scared. Was she just stupid?
Reese had a sparkle in her eye, and a smug smirk tugging at her lip.
"You see..." she said. "I'm the one who makes everybody else my bitch."
She slowly raised an arm. It was surprisingly thick. It's funny, thought Roxy. She doesn't LOOK chubby. But then... she started to bend her arm. Curling it.
"Everybody always sees my face, and they think I'm just some pretty rich girl. And yeah... hehe... I am pretty. And I am rich. But I got more than that... a whole lot more."
She flexed her arm in slow motion. Roxy's eyes grew as Reese's bicep grew. Bigger... and bigger.
"Nobody can believe the body I've built. It's sooo... biiiig." she moaned as she completed her flex.
"MMMmmmm... just look at it. Tell me that doesn't make you wet."
Roxy gasped at the audacity of this girl. But she meant it. And... fuck, she wasn't wrong. Roxy could feel the heat washing over her face. Every inch of her skin felt electric. Her head was swimming.
"Yeah, that's right. I can see it all over your face. If I told you to right now, you'd be on your knees worshipping these muscles."
She slowly flexed her arm again and again. Each time, the muscle grew bigger... and bigger.
"OOOooohhh... Fuck, it feels so good being me. MMMmmmm... Watch closely."
Reese squeezed her arm hard. The arm quaking from the intensity of the flex. Reese kept her eyes locked on Roxy. "Keep watching."
Roxy heard it before she saw it. The sound of fabric... straining... failing... Stitches popping.
"OOoohh YYEAH! You hear it? ... nnngghh... That makes my clit tingle like nothing else."
Then, the seam split open. Surrendering to the biggest arm Roxy had ever seen on a woman. Fuck that... on anybody.
Reese licked her lips. "I see your legs trembling. Now who was it that was gonna be working their tongue? LOL"
Roxy stepped forward, drawn to the massive arm. But Reese put her hand on Roxy's face and shoved her forcefully back against the wall of the cell.
"No... not yet." she said.
Reese stripped out of her orange jumpsuit and changed into a white tank top. Roxy gasped when she got her first real sight of Reese.
Fuck! She's just eighteen! Reese got down on the floor and got into a push-up position.
"I'm gonna do some pushups. It'll be a while. Don't... fucking... disturb me."
Roxy just stood there dumbfounded as Reese started doing push-ups like a machine. It looked like she could go forever. It must of been at least 30 minutes before Reese even started to sweat!
Then... oh God... Reese pulled one arm behind her back and continued doing one-armed push-ups.
"NNNnggghhh... that's it.... finally feeling the pump." And God damn! She was pumped all-right. Roxy could see veins running across her thick, striated pecs.
With each incredible rep, Reese lowered herself low, until her long, hard nipples touched the cold cement floor. She paused there with each rep, moving slightly, rubbing her nipple against the floor, before pressing up again.
How long had it been? An hour? More??
Reese was really sweating now. Stray strands of her sweat-soaked hair clinging to her cheeks.
Her reps were slowing. For the first time, she showed signs of being human.
"RRRGGGHHH!!!! ... NO!! ....MMmmmm.... MMMMORE!!!"
And then Reese did something that was equal parts disturbing and the most fucking arousing thing Roxy had ever seen... imagined in her life.
Reese spread her legs wide, still in a one-armed push-up position. And with a gasp of arousal, she slipped her free hand down her shorts.
"MMMmmm... that's it... Come on baby." She slowly lowered herself down for another rep as her ringers worked beneath the fabric of her shorts.
Roxy couldn't look away. Reese's muscles were swollen, slicked with sweat, covered with veins. She looked twice the size as when she had started.
"Yeah baby! NNNGHH!!! GET... FUCKING... BIGGER!!! RRRRAGGHH!!" She cranked out rep after rep, grunting with each rep. But over it all, she could hear the wet sloshing as she furiously worked her other hand, hidden from view.
After one final, gut wrenching rep, Reese stood up, face to face with Roxy.
"You smell that?" Reese asked. "That's what a REAL woman smells like."
Her scent was intoxicating. Overpowering. Reese grabbed Roxy by the back of the head with shocking power. And in one smooth, controlled motion, she shoved her head down between her legs.
"Get to work."
After Reese had taken everything she wanted from her cell mate. The supposed queen of the prison, she went to the showers to clean up.
As she stripped out of her clothes, she looked like a beast from behind. And she was. She was a predator.
As she entered the showers, she saw one of the inmates. She recognized her from the bus. She'd been staring at Reese's body the whole trip. Tracing every curve of every muscle with her eyes.
Reese was still hungry for more. She had an insatiable appetite for being worshipped.
She slowly approached as the other inmate. Even before she turned to see her, she could sense something... big approaching.
The inmate turned and gasped when she saw Reese. All the fantasies she'd had as she watched her on the bus... here they were coming to life.
Reese stepped closer. Grabbed the soap and placed it in the inmates hands.
The inmate's breathing was heavy. It was hard to think. Hard to move. It was like she was frozen. Intimidated just being in the presence of ... of this perfect specimen.
Reese grabbed her wrist and guided her hand into place. She began to rub the soap over Reese's bicep. Reese flexed ... making her peak rise higher.
"Oooohhh..." the inmate didn't even realize she was moaning.
"Squeeze it," Reese said. The inmate used her other hand to caress and squeeze the giant muscle. It was so slick. The skin so soft. But under the thin layer of skin, it felt like rock.
Reese smirked as she released the flex. Letting her feel the mass. The heaviness of the muscle.
Slowly, she extended her arm. "Grab on. Hold it tight."
The inmate did as she was told, and Reese flexed again. The inmate gasped as she felt the muscle swell in the palm of her hand. Like a balloon inflating.
"Oh God" she moaned. She watched as Reese's nipples responded to her moans, pressing against her wet tank top.
She let her hands roam... spreading out over her thick, muscular pecs. Sliding over the slick skin of her shoulders. "MMMmmm...." they were like pumpkins!
Reese turned around. She placed her hands on her waist and flared her back out in a jaw-dropping lat spread.
The inmate felt throbbing between her legs. Her knees felt weak. Her head was almost spinning as she reached out, filling her hands with Reese's lats.
The grabbed the soap again, lathering her hands, and then letting them slide over the mountains of muscle.
"Fuck... you're... perfect."
The yard was buzzing with energy. Anna, a fucking huge Mexican gangster had been at the bench press. Women gathered around her as she bench pressed 225-pounds. She looked impressive as she pressed the pressed the bar up again and again... two plates on each side.
After 8 reps, she sat up. Her face red from exertion. She pounded her chest hard with her fist.
"That's right bitches! Ain't nobody gonna fuck with me! I can snap any bitch in here like a twig!"
Then we heard Reese from behind the crowd of women.
"You gonna snap me like a twig?" she asked as she stepped forward.
Murmurs rippled through the crowd. It was the new girl. And by girl, they really meant girl. Barely 18! She looked like she should have been in English class, no the yard. But they'd heard rumors.
She's in the same cell as Roxy, but Roxy hasn't said anything about Reese. In fact, she's been steering clear of her since the first night. And that's just... not in character for Roxy!
And there were whispers that something went down in the showers with Lexa, the quiet one. But nobody really knows what.
But here she is walking up to Anna, like she's not scared. Hell, like she's the alpha here, and that's just... fucking crazy!
She slowly walked behind the barbell, running her ringer down the plates and then the bar.
"Oooohhh... heavy weights. You must be real strong." She said it like she meant it, but she was clearly fucking with Anna.
"I'll admit, it's kinda hard to see if you have any muscles under all that fat." Reese said.
The group of women erupted in jeers. "OOOOOH SHIT!!! No she didn't!!! Little miss trust fund's about to get her ass whooped!!"
They all saw Anna's face turn red with fury. She started to walk up to Reese when Reese lifted the barbell off the rack. Lifted... the fucking 225-pound barbell off the rack in her hands!!
Anna and everybody else froze.
"MMmmmm.... Yeah... heavy weight. I fucking love it." The way Reese said it... like... with fuckin' lust in her tone. We all felt our stomachs drop. I don't know what was going on, but... but I felt woozy!
But that was just the start. Then she started curling the barbell. Slowly... but not because it was hard. Because she was savoring it.
"Ooooohhhh... Look at those biceps, ladies. Have you ever seen anything like that?" She knew they hadn't. Big as softballs. Harder. Veins like worms squirming on top of the impossible muscles.
She lowered the bar just to curl it again, with just as much ease. Her breathing was intoxicating. It sounded like a woman building up to an orgasm. There was clearly more going on in this moment for her than just bicep curls.
I watched as veins started to appear under the skin of her pecs. As the sweat dripped down her neck, through the deep canyon between her pecs. Oh God... she was magnificent.
As I watched her curl the weight over and over, I realized what this was. This was ... this was masturbation for her. She was getting off curling this insane weight. Having all our eyes on her. She was toying with us and she loved it.
But this was just the start.
Reese lowered the barbell and walked over to the pull-up bar. She leapt up, grabbing of the bar with a grace that's hard to describe.
Slowly, she pulled herself up. Not all the way. She didn't pull her chin over the bar. That wasn't her goal. She was flaring her lats out. So wide I could hear the stitches of her jumpsuit popping.
This wasn't about the exercise. It was a demonstration. She wanted us to see her. How fucking thick and wide she was. MMmmmm... And God, was she wide. I wanted to walk up and take those thick lats in my hand.
She held the pose for what felt like an eternity. Letting us look on in awe for as long as we wanted.
She shifted her hands on the bar. Finally lowering herself back to the ground. At least, that's what I thought.
She lowered herself down. Her arms were straight. And just as I thought she was going to drop to the ground, she let go with one hand.
But she didn't drop.
We heard a deep growl. Like a fucking bear.
"RRRRrrrrggghhhh...."
And then slowly she started to rise. Pulling herself up with one arm. Oh God! I'd never seen anything like that. I wanted to start touching myself right there in the yard as I watched this... I don't even know what to call her. This... fucking muscle goddess doing one armed pull-ups.
Her arm was exploding in size. It looked as big as a cantaloupe! I imagined what it would be like to hold it in my hands. To feel my lips pressed against the soft skin. What the muscle would feel like underneath. MMmmmm...
I wondered... what would happen if I hung from that massive arm? Could she hold me? Would she fall? Or would she... would she just do another rep?
"OOooooohhhh...." I couldn't resist. I let out a moan, but nobody noticed. Because we were all feeling it. And she knew.
"RRRRAAGGHHH..." She let out another deep grunt. Rep after rep, like she could go until she chooses to stop!
"RRRrrrrrraghh.... SO..... NNNGgggghhh... FUCKING..... rrrrrggghhhh... STRRROOONG!!!" she grunted through clenched teeth.
When I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Reese dropped from the pull-up bar. The sheen of sweat on her body made her muscles look even more incredible.
She turned and looked right at me. I felt like she was looking straight into my soul. Like she could read every thought.
Then she raised both arms and slammed them down into a most muscular pose so intense it felt like the Earth shook!
"RRRRAAAGGHHH!!!!" She held the pose... Her arms shaking violently. Fists clenched so tight her knuckles were white. Oh fuck... I even saw a little trickle of blood where he fingernails were digging into the palm of her hands.
She had to stop... it was too much! But she didn't.
"UUUUUNNNGGHH!!!" She let out the most sensual moaning sound I'd ever heard. Her muscles even bigger than before. Veins pressing against her skin... everywhere!
I heard the sound that was all to familiar to me now... the popping of stitches... The tearing of fabric. I felt my head start to swim... my knees were weak.
"YYYYYEEESSSS!!!!" she roared as everything went black and I collapsed to the ground.
When I came to, it was all over. But all I could think about was Reese. She consumed my every thought.
When I closed my eyes, I saw her on the pull-up bar. Her lats stretching her jumpsuit to the breaking point. The look in her eyes as she began doing one-armed pull-ups. The roar when she locked eyes on me and flexed every muscle to the max.
It's not supposed to be like this. I'm a guard, for Christ's sake! Yet, all I wanted to do was break IN to Reese's cell. To beg her to let me see... to touch her incredible muscles.
Would she? Would she let me?
MMmmm.... I found myself drifting deeper and deeper into the fantasy. Imagining that she wanted me to. That she loved the attention. That she wanted to show off for me.
I imagined her inviting me to to wrap my arms around her. Wherever I wanted. Free rein to explore.
She flexed for me. Her bicep swelling bigger and bigger, until it was so big it was all I could see!
"Ooooohhh... fuck!! REESE!!" I slowly let my hand slide south, when I was jarred back to reality by the sound of the prison alarm.
Reese grabbed the bars. She'd done plenty of incredible things. But nothing... nothing compared to what she was about to attempt.
She grabbed the cold steel bars. They felt familiar... like grabbing a barbell. But at the same time, they were completely foreign. Rugged.
And then she started. She pulled. Roxy was on her bed, watching. There was no fucking way. Right?... Right??
NNNNNnnnggghhhh!!!!
Nothing was happening. Well, I shouldn't say nothing. Reese was growing. Her muscles were expanding. Veins were popping.
But through it all, that face! That face that looked like it belonged in high school English class. Daddy's little girl. Daddy's perfect girl.
RRRRRrrrraaaaagggghhhh!!!
She growled like a beast, and she was starting to look like one. The jumpsuit looked three sizes too small. Her lats, back, shoulders, all straining the fabric, when... RRRIIPPP!!! It split right down the back.
Her sleeves failed next. The biceps and triceps swelling so big they explode from her arm. She let out an orgasmic gasp as she felt the fabric surrender.
"YYYEESSS!!!" she moaned.
And then... it happened. The impossible. Roxy heard the sound and literally pissed her pants. The sound of iron screaming. The sound of the bars submitting. Begging for mercy.
The screaming sound of the iron bars bending pierced the air.
"YYYEESS!!! ... SO... FUCKING.... SSSSTTTRRROOOONGGG!!!" Reese moaned as she bent the bars to her will.
It was slow. Painfully slow. Centimeters at a time, but she was doing it!
Roxy smelled it all the way from her bunk. The familiar scent of Reese's arousal.
Roxy watched in horror as more and more of Reese's grotesque muscles forced their way out of her clothes. So fucking thick and sweaty. Veins... thick pulsing veins everywhere! And Reese, moaning, got off on her seemingly limitless power.
Roxy whimpered in fear as one hand slipped between her legs. She'd never been more scared in her life. And never more turned on.
After five grueling minutes of moans, yells, and the sound of iron screaming for mercy, she had done it. Reese... in the tatters of what was left of her jumpsuit, stepped out of her cell.
She was free.
THE END
