CONFESSION OF A TEEN MUSCLE GIRL - A REAL INTERVIEW
By Daniel Wysocki
Told By: Katherine Connor


Contact: Talyn988@hotmail.com

These are the words of a girl I met at the mall. She tells me of her life as 
a preteen muscle girl and how she uses her physical strength to dominate and 
crush the some of men in her life. This is word for word.

I started lifting light weights when I was about eight to help me in my 
gymnastics classes. Leg presses were my best. I could lift about 300 lbs by 
the time I was nine. Then when I bulked up a little my coach warned me not 
to allow myself to get too muscular. I didn't see the problem. The stronger 
I was the more confident I felt. After I put on a few more muscle pounds I 
realized what he meant. It took more and more effort to get myself off the 
ground fast enough. I felt stronger than ever but I didn't have the feather 
weight bounce I used to. I was forced to quite when I was about ten and a 
half.
When I was eleven my father asked me if I wanted to join the local Gold's 
Gym with him. I was overjoyed. We went everyday. I spent all the time on the 
heavyweights while my father usually flirted with the pretty lady at the 
counter. My mother died when I was five and I never knew her that well. From 
what my father told me, they loved each other very much but didn't have a 
certain connection they should've.
Anyway, I put on a hell of a lot of muscle. I never measured myself though 
and I don't care to. I don't wanna get into that pro nonsense. I just wanna 
be strong.
Not long after I put on all the muscle, guys from all around began 
challenging me to weight lifting contests and them arm wrestling. There is 
only one man I've never been able to beat but I think he moved away 
recently. I haven't seen him in almost a year now. Once arm wrestling got 
boring, I started challenging the guys to real mat wrestling. That was fun. 
I was a challenge for me but I always won. No one could beat my scissors 
holds. Now, that is what this confession should really be about; my love is 
crushing men between these colossal thighs of mine. One day I'd like to have 
Sarah Dunlap's thighs.
She is the best! I had a boyfriend last year but I scared him away with my 
ability to squeeze him till he cried like a little bitch. This is how it 
went down: I was pumping iron in my room while standing naked in front of my 
stand-up mirror on the wall. I thought of wrestling some guy as I curled 
each 50 pounder. I couldn't take it anymore. The gym was closed for the day 
due to some bug spraying and the only guy I knew who was free that day was 
my BF, Jeffrey. He was such a sweetie but so easy to mentally control. If 
you're reading this, Jeff ... I'm sorry but you are such a little mental 
bitch. He was great in bed though. Don't tell anyone my full name though 
cause I'm only 17. Anyway, Jeff came over and followed the music I had on in 
my room. I just bought the new Pink CD so I had it blasting 24/7. He never 
saw me totally naked before so the look on his face was priceless. His knees 
looked like they were gonna buckle. Dropping my weights on the floor I made 
my face as serious as I could and said as sternly and seductively as I 
could, "Strip! Start with your shoes! I cleaned my carpet yesterday!" 
Without question, Jeff removed his shoes, then his pants, then his Rob 
Zombie T-shirt, then his socks, then his tighty whities. I remember it like 
it was minutes ago. It probably helps that I setup my digital video camera 
and taped the whole thing. After I ordered Jeffrey on his knees I stood over 
him placing one thigh on each side of his head. I don't think he knew what I 
was doing but I never told him about my scissoring fetish. Well, I started 
squeezing his head slowly and softly as first. As soon as I head, "Babe, 
that kind'a hurts. What are you doing" that is when I really applied the 
pressure. My bare thighs bared down on the sides of his skull like I was 
mushing a pillow. I slowly guided him to my bed. I only loosened up my grip 
a little to give myself the leverage I needed to move. As I squeezed his 
head and grinded his face into my crotch I also played with his erecting 
penis. He was kind'a scared about this time and unwilling to stick around 
but I didn't give'em much choice. That is probably considered rape but I 
really don't give a fuck. Jeff began feeling up my legs. It only added to my 
pleasure. I think he was just trying to pull them apart but it was no use. 
I'm a juggernaught of muscle and power. No man can escape me when I'm in 
heat. My mind just shuts down and my cunt takes control.

That was the end of the interview. She asked me if I wanted to wrestle her 
but I was late for work. We have a session scheduled for 2 weeks from now. 
She promised that it won't get too sexual. I had to pay extra. I'll try to 
remember all parts of the session and make another artical on my experience.