Pauline Part 1; Pauline crushes all
by cobbk5@yahoo.com
Pauline crushes a judge with poor judgment between her huge thighs.


Pauline had been extremely exasperated in her short career, or attempt at a
career in bodybuilding. She had gone to the gym primarily to get stronger, and
buff up a little. She knew her boyfriend and a growing group of men admired
buff, strong women. Though that was her main goal, she discovered she took to
the weights like a duck to water. Her boyfriend and several of the others at
the gym took notice and encouraged her. In fact, after a time she began to
attract a small gathering as she was pumping more and more weight.

She was out lifting most of the men in the gym by now, when her boyfriend
approached her and told her that the guys had been admiring her physique, and
suggested she seriously try bodybuilding competition. She was flattered, but
thought they couldn't be serious. So Tom took her to a competition to show her
what she might be up against. They went to a regional event which brought
competitors from over five states in the area. There were over a hundred girls
entered. Some were solid muscle, ripped, with a very low body fat. But most of
the competitors were simply muscular, with a solid build, muscles that showed
in their arms and legs, but not particularly hard or ripped.

Pauline sat there mesmerized through most of the competition, she even found
herself holding her breath as she admired some of the chiseled physiques. She
was even more amazed when she discovered she had picked the winner of the
competition the same as the judges. This encouraged her because the winner was
in the heavyweight class at 165 pounds, 5 feet 9 inches tall, with a powerful,
ripped physique. Tom turned to Pauline who was fairly gasping for breath as
she saw the girls strut their stuff. "You see hon, you're bigger than most of
these girls, and you've only been lifting for less than a year. With a little
more time, and some guidance, you could be up there with them before the end
of the year."

Pauline was hooked. She decided to give it a try, never one to shirk from a
challenge, and fairly competitive herself.

That was only three short years ago. She had risen through the amateur ranks,
entering every show she could, almost perpetually in contest shape. She loved
her hard-muscled physique, and her boyfriend did as well. Their sex was
amazing. She hit the gym with a passion, lifting sometimes 6-8 hours a day.
Her body bulked up to a rock-hard 185 pounds at only 5 feet 6 inches tall. Her
upper body was breath taking. When she stood relaxed, her lats and back were
simply wide looking, but when she did a lat spread her back erupted with pure
muscle, and her lats spread like giant wings. Tom could not even get his large
arms all the way around her frame when she flexed like that. Her arms pumped
to a rock-hard 18 inches. She had a powerful chest, set off by very firm,
large natural C cup breasts. Her tiny waist filled out to powerful hips down
to O MY GOD, the most huge, ripped, bulging thighs on any girl in the sport.
In fact she had to watch that she didn't work her thighs too much. (think
Heather Armbrust - Policky).

Now here she was on the national stage, vying for her pro card already. She
had a few disappointing placements lately, and was somewhat frustrated. She
knew she had the size, definition and presentation. She had the crowd with
her, but there was always some weenie judge on the panel who had a disdain for
huge, ripped females. (Why the hell was he a bodybuilding judge anyway?) So
Pauline had trained extra hard the last three months, and was in top shape.
Her body was thick with muscle, and she was at her lowest percentage of body
fat and water she had ever managed to attain. She felt ready, and looked
ready. She was a walking muscle goddess.

In fact some of the competitors saw her in the pump room and hung their heads
as their jaws were agape. They knew they didn't stand a chance against that
body.

The competition went just about as most expected. Pauline hit pose after pose,
right on cue, her choreography just perfect. Her body was practically humming,
and seemed to grow as she flexed. Her beefy thighs glistened in the bright
lights, showing every separation, vein, and separate quad of her huge thighs.
She did several quad shakes that brought the house down. She threw in a few
extra quad shots which she had prepared for just this occasion. Her quads were
nothing short of spectacular.

During her choreography, she came out in a football uniform and pads,
stretched to the max to her hard body. She threw off her warm up jacket, hit a
biceps and lat spread shot and thigh flex, and the pads and uniform ripped
right off her body. The crowd went wild. She removed the shredded uniform, and
had a football under her arm which she juggled as she hit powerful poses, her
arms bulged up, rippling with swollen muscle. She took the football, and
thrust it quickly between her bulging thighs, rose up on her toes, and flexed
those steel quads, once, relaxed, twice, her thighs bulged and separated - she
held it, then relaxed, then she drew herself up, closed her ankles some, threw
her head back, hit a double biceps shot, and exploded her huge thighs and
shortly the football as the crowd came out of their seats.

She almost had an orgasm there on the stage, and was beaming as the remaining
competitors took their shots, just going through the motions hoping for no
better than second place.

As the final pose down began, the other girls tried not to get near Pauline
for any comparisons, but she strutted around the stage demonstrating her
superior physique around the other competitors. Even the other girls were
taking it good naturally, some of them lightly stroking her huge arms in fun,
knowing that the crowd was really into it. The girls all left the stage to
huge cheers. The results were tabulated and the final five competitors
returned to the stage for a quick pose down and callouts.

It was no surprise that Pauline was amongst them, and finally Pauline was
standing with the next place finisher, waiting for the announcement that would
make it official. The other finisher turned to Pauline to congratulate her as
the announcer started, " ... and second place goes to Pauline Cushman."
Complete silence settled over the auditorium. The MC thought maybe he had read
it wrong, and nervously looked down at the paper in his hand, and carefully,
nervously repeated, "uh ... .second place finisher is Pauline ... " THE
AUDITORIUM ERUPTED, there was no other way to put it. The sound was deafening
as boos, and hoots and anger filled the room. Pauline didn't know whether to
laugh, cry, get angry, or what. Her eyes slowly filled with tears as she
realized she had been cheated once again. She decided on anger. Her body
filled with a mind-numbing rage. She had to run off the stage before she hurt
something or someone.

Things quieted down somewhat so they could finish the award ceremony. Everyone
was dumfounded, and word quickly got around about one weedy judge who had
agreed with most of the judges on the other athletes, but some of the larger
and bulkier ones got lower marks, but none as badly as Pauline. The other
judges had Pauline unanimously as the winner in all categories, but the weedy
judge so offset their scores that it brought her down to second place.
Everyone insisted there would be an investigation, this would be challenged,
and even the first place finisher agreed that first place didn't belong to
her. This seemed to satisfy most people for now, but Pauline was not aware of
any of this because she had disappeared. She ran out of the building and
started running, still in her posing suit. Her muscles bulged and pulsed with
power as she tried to work off her anger. It didn't work. In fact her rage
built, but her mind started to hatch a plan. She targeted her anger into a
plan.

She ran quickly back to her car, and drove to a nearby store, bought a whole
outfit of clothing, to the shock of the bug-eyed sales boy who stood with a
raging hard-on the entire time he waited on her. Finally, she left the store
clad head to toe in a modestly oversized loose dress and top, and a large
brimmed hat and a scarf to obscure her face. She immediately made her way back
to the auditorium. About an hour had gone by and most of the people should
have cleared out, but the officials and staff would still be around.

She had a pass for access to all areas, so was not questioned as the moved
through the thinning crowd. She went to the judges stand where a few people
were still milling around discussing what had happened. It didn't take her
long, without saying much, to learn from a small group of the staff that this
judge was responsible for the whole mess. Someone asked who, and they pointed
to a nervous looking weed of a man putting papers into his brief case a few
feet away. Pauline quietly and slowly walked over to the judge and introduced
herself as a reporter from the local paper. She talked low and kept her head
down. The judge didn't want to look anyone in the eye anyhow, he knew that he
had just created a huge controversy, so was more than a little relaxed when he
learned that the reporter was on his side. Pauline said she had watched these
competitions from a distance for years and was alarmed at how grotesque some
of the female competitors had gotten. The judge nodded his head
enthusiastically, much encouraged that someone was on his side, and from the
media no less.

He immediately agreed that they should go somewhere more discreet so she might
interview him so she could publish his side of the story. He was delighted to
be out from under the stares of the rest of the judges and staff. Only one or
two people noticed the two people leaving together, they couldn't have cared
less where the worthless judge went. At least one pair of observing eyes did
notice though, and he was a little curious why anyone would take an interest
in this guy.

Pauline could barely contain her anger as she played out her part. She wanted
to rip this man apart right here, but was not interested in anyone
interrupting the party she had planned for this guy. So they walked quietly
out a back door and down a hallway towards a quiet part of the building. The
judge wanted out of there, but Pauline indicated that she didn't have a lot of
time, and any quiet room in the building would do, as long as they could have
some privacy. So they found an empty room at one end of the hall and went
inside. Pauline closed the door, and unseen by the man, locked it.

"Please sit down sir. What is your name?" 'Bob. Bob Clymer', he said. "Aren't
you going to write this down?' "O, I'll get what I want without needing a pen.
I have a very good memory. Okay Bob, let's first find out where you get your
viewpoint. You seemed to have really stirred up a hornet's nest out there."
Pauline was exercising great restraint as she got more and more into her role,
her mind quickly filling in a few details to how she wanted this to go.

Pauline barely heard Bob drone on and on at how females started out as being
very fit, strong, with shapely curves, biceps, strong legs, etc. She was
seething as she listened to this wimp. But she was curious. " ... and then the
girls were getting bigger, and harder ... ... steroids came and ... ... ..
huge bulging muscles, it's disgusting, it's not natural ... " he went on.
Pauline had finally heard enough, and she interrupted him.

Meanwhile, a curious, alert security guard was looking for the mystery couple.
He had seen them walk out together, but lost them shortly after. He figured
maybe they went out to the parking lot, so he went out there. That cost him at
least another five minutes.

Back in the "interrogation" room, Pauline began asking some direct questions,
barely containing her annoyance and anger with Bob. "Okay, let me see if I got
this right Bob. You don't like women too muscular - right." 'uh, tha ... "
Pauline cut him off. "So you like some muscle on a girl, but not too much. She
sat on the table near Bob. She slowly pulled up her long skirt, just enough to
reveal her ankle. "Bob", she said slowly, "could you please be objective and
tell me if you think I have the muscle it takes to compete." She raised her
skirt up another few inches, baring her relaxed calf muscle. Her calf stood
proudly out from her think ankle. "Bob, what do you think?" Bob looked down,
decidedly nervous, not sure what to think. This was not what he expected.

"Hmm. Let's see, he stooped down to examine her lower leg. "Yes, I think you
have potential, I see good development there, the calf muscle ... .uh ...
what!" Pauline had very briefly pulsed the muscles in her powerful calf and it
expanded like a balloon, hard and ripped with veins running across it, and
just as quickly relaxed. Bob stood there stunned, shaking his head trying to
decide if he had seen right. "Well ... uh, yes, I would have to say you have
the makings. I would have to see more of your body to be sure though." The
closeness to this woman was making him nervous, so he decided to try bravado,
to sound confident. "Uh, ma'am, are you serious about this?" A good question
she thought.

"Oh, yes sir" sounding hurt. "But I need a qualified opinion, and since you're
a bonafide judge, I figured I could trust you." "Oh yes miss, good idea, I'm
sure I can help you. So, if it's okay with you, could I see more of you?"
Pauline smiled under her wide brimmed hat, everything was working perfectly so
far. Pauline carefully, and slowly, almost seductively pulled her skirt
further up, exposing her perfect legs, careful to stay as relaxed as possible.
Despite her best efforts, her legs exuded the hidden power that lay beneath
the surface, but were not bulging - yet.

Bob gulped as he stared at the thick, shapely muscles of a woman who looked to
be a very accomplished fitness star, if not bodybuilder already. Pauline
started in again, demurely. "Uh, sir. You said you don't like women too
muscley, right?", she barely twitched her huge thigh, which rippled just a
bit, but exposing more of the potential strength that lay hidden, just inches
away. Bob could only gulp as he stared at the incredible legs in front of him.
He had never been this close to such a pair of legs. A bead of sweat rolled
off his forehead.

"I mean sir. What if my legs were, Big, and Hard as Steel, bulging with man-
crushing ... .uh, I mean, uh, steel hard muscle.", flexing her thigh a little
more, and holding it for just a second. Bob inhaled sharply. Again, she flexed
the thigh a little harder, the definition and separation in her quads evident,
but just as quickly gone again. Bob just stared, a bulge beginning to show in
his pants. Pauline's smile widened, and she had to keep from laughing despite
her anger. "Sir, I mean, well ... it's a little personal, I hope you don't
mind ... ." She paused for affect. Bob almost fell out of his seat as he
caught a glimpse of another wave of powerful, rock- hard quad muscles bulging,
and rippling for a moment, teasing him as it quickly settled down again. Gulp
... 'Uh, oh, no, that's okay, go on, I won't tell anyone, strictly
confidential, official judge policy and all that." Bob was practically
drooling now as Pauline let loose a huge quad shake and brought the huge
muscle to a thudding earthquake stop, as it swelled larger with ripped,
steel-cabled muscles, the quads separated by huge canyons of muscle. Bob
couldn't breathe, and it looked like his hard-on would burst through his
pants. He hadn't even noticed that Pauline had taken off her top, and stood
only in her micro posing suit, with her number still attached to her tiny
waist.

"My boyfriend just loves my thick legs. I hope they aren't too thick for
competition. I mean he goes all goo goo eyes when I do this ... " and she
shook the huge quad back and forth for what seemed forever. Bob waiting for
the explosion of muscle he knew would follow soon. Pauline just teased and
teased as she kept shaking, finally Bob could hardly stand it and reached his
hand out almost as if in a trance to touch her leg, and she chose that moment
to bring the massive thigh to a powerful stop, muscles erupting even larger
across the broad width of her upper thigh. Bob's hand, as of its own accord,
reached out and touched the stone-hard, hot, rippling mass of muscle, fairly
drooling as he did so. " ... .sort of like you just did." Pauline added
sweetly. "Why I don't know why my R O C K - H AAA R D, Huge thighs turn some
men on so much, and other people don't seem to like huge, muscled women."

Oh, this was too rich Pauline thought. This guy was a closet female muscle
lover of the worst kind, and a coward not to admit it. Her anger began to
rekindle as she almost forgot why she was here in the first place. Pauline
continued to flex her massive thighs, and then brought his attention to the
huge muscles on her her massive arms. She still had her hat on and the scarf
tied loosely around her thin and neck, adding an erotic element to it. "I mean
these little old things are only good for squeezing a man sooo hard against my
beautiful chest. Would you like to see up closer Bob?"

Bob was not even aware of her words, and would never have recognized her voice
anyhow since he had never heard her speak. He was in lust, muscle lust and was
lost anyhow. Pauline was getting ready to spring the trap. Oh, she was almost
trembling with the excitement, it was perfect. She pulled Bob gently to her
heaving bosom, feeling his hard-on pressing against her thickly muscled thigh.
Despite her disgust, she played along just a little longer, it might make good
evidence later she thought smartly. She pulled Bob into her chest a little
harder, he made a soft grunt as some air left him. She flexed her massive
thigh hard against his dick, then relaxed. She massaged it with a flexing and
relaxing, while pulling harder against his back into her big breasts, but
starting to harden her breasts more and more as she tightened up the pressure.

"I just don't see what my boyfriend sees in my huge, powerful, sexy, thickly
muscled body that could just crush him to dust if I wanted, and my big,
powerful sexy chest with huge pec muscles that just ripple with power, big
enough for him to cum between ... " as she massaged his huge hard-on with her
massive thigh muscles. She felt him stiffen, and inhale, or try anyhow. She
relaxed her powerful muscles for just a moment as she felt him build to an
impending orgasm. Have fun while you can you twerp, she thought. As she felt
him start to cum against her leg she tightened her grip on his back, not to a
dangerous level but enough to drive the breath out of him while she flexed her
powerful thigh to its max and held it against his pulsing member. She laughed
inwardly at the irony of all of this, but it fed her anger. She tightened her
body more, her massive arms cutting into his sides, his penis exploding even
more with the sensory overload, the pain in his lower back confused with the
ecstasy of down below. He groaned as the air left him, and the pain mounted.
Pauline hesitated and pulled harder, her arms rippling now with power. She
fairly trembled, trying hard to hold back, not wanting to hurt him too badly,
yet. She needed him to understand what was happening. Bob continued to cum,
but was winding down now, almost two full minutes of squeezing and flexing
overloaded his sexual system.

The security guard was becoming somewhat alarmed now because he realized the
couple didn't get away from him in the parking lot because he had gotten out
the door too quickly. He cursed himself for not realizing that earlier. The
safety of everyone in the building was his responsibility, even the asshole
judge. He started to run for the security room so he could quickly review the
security tapes of the last 20 minutes. As he passed a room, he heard some
noises that sounded like grunts and groans. He wasn't sure what it was, so he
knocked gently on the door. Nothing. Bob heard the knock and tried to cry out,
but Pauline at that moment put a huge squeeze on him that knocked all the
breath out of him, and all that came out was a whimpered attempt at 'help me'.
The guard only heard muffled sounds and so he knocked louder and this time
tried the door to find it locked.

The sounds from inside stopped as Pauline held her deadly crush, annoyed at
the interruption of her task. Her arms trembled, rippling with muscle, but not
from exertion, but the opposite. She was exercising great self control not to
just crush him to death right there. She still needed to spring the last part
of her trap to complete her deed. The guard yelled now and insisted that they
open the door. He didn't have the key to this door with him, and that
frustrated him. If he couldn't get the cooperation of whoever was inside, he'd
have to run for the keys. "Hey, open this door. You can't be in there!" he
yelled. "Craaack!" could be heard through the door. The guard was stunned, he
had a suspicion what it was. Pauline cursed. In her anger, Pauline had
squeezed too hard and broke one of Bob's ribs. Bob was passed out now, his
head hanging limply on Pauline's muscular shoulders.

"Pauline Cushman!" the guard yelled. "Open this door. I know you 're in there,
and you have to let him go, I understand what you're feeling and I won't turn
you in if you open this door right now." There was a pause, followed by
another cracking sound as the frustrated Pauline accidentally squeezed too
hard again.

The guard realizing the futility of yelling started running for the security
room to get the keys and some help.

Pauline knew time was short, so started into her last phase of "training." She
relaxed her grip on Bob and he slumped to the floor. She pulled him up to the
table she was sitting on and slapped him a couple times, spitting in his face.
He startled awake with a loud groan, aware of a sharp pain in his ribs.
Quickly Pauline positioned him between her dangerously muscled thighs, and
closed them securely on him, but did not tighten yet. "Bob, Bob ... are you
awake?" Bob groaned and looked up at her from his uncomfortable position.
"Good" she took off her hat and scarf and watched the look of alarm and then
fear cross his face. Before he could react, she flexed her huge thighs and
piles of crushing muscles leaped from her legs and Bob's air left him again.

"Okay, listen up asshole. I'm tired of guys like you, and ESPECIALLY YOU
fucking up our contests. You are a big hypocrite anyhow you pervert. My big,
thick powerful muscles turn you on like a virgin teenager, yet you sit there
on the judges panel and give me low marks. Well, after the lesson I'm about to
teach you, you'll either straighten up, or never judge again. With that she
tightened her legs just to the rib-busting threshold quickly. His hands flew
to her massive thighs as the panic in his eyes increased. He pounded on her
legs, but they felt like steel, and even tightened further. His rib cage felt
ready to burst as his hands encountered mountains of crushing female thigh
power. Her legs pulsed to dangerous levels. Bob was in incredible pain and
could not breath. Slowly Pauline crushed harder on his damaged chest. Her
thighs swollen to a size that even surprised her. She felt a tingling begin in
her nether regions as she concentrated on giving just enough pressure to keep
from killing Bob, but wanting to damage him considerably.

Once more she tensed, her thighs pulsed, and ... ..

The guard rushed into the security office grabbing for the keys. He made a
quick glance at the security cameras and quickly tuned to the hidden
surveillance camera in that room. What he saw made him very scared. He turned
on the sound just in time to hear a loud, "Cruuuunch, craaaaackkk" as Bob's
rib cage started to give way. He paused just long enough to see if Pauline
would kill him. Though she didn't let go right away, he saw the huge ripples
of solid muscle relax some, and then more, until she only held Bob loosely
between her steel thighs. He saw Bob move, groan, and breath shallowly from
the pain in his busted chest.

That was all he had time for and he ran out of the room yelling for his other
guards. He managed to grab three other guys as he quickly explained what was
happening. It was at least another minute at a full run to the room. He hoped
he wouldn't be too late.

Meanwhile, Pauline removed Bob from between her massive thighs, not sure what
to do next. She knew Bob was in pain, but she wanted to knock him out. It was
too dangerous to put him in another body scissors, so she decided a head
scissor was in order. Bob couldn't fight her as he felt his body moved around,
and then he felt huge muscled thighs close around his head, and then instant
pain. His hands shot up to the bulging, rippling mass of concrete female thigh
muscles surrounding his pounding head, and he squirmed and bucked despite the
incredible pain in his chest, convinced he was about to die. Pauline
immediately went into a trance-like state, loosing awareness of everything
around her except the growing erotic numbness creeping up her fully flexed
thighs, centering on her hot vagina as the tingling she had felt earlier
suddenly hit her in waves. She was in total muscle-lust and was unaware of the
incredible skull crushing power she was bringing to Bob's head. Bob cried
loudly in pain, pounding on the steel thighs, but moments later it all went
black as he knew he was going to his everlasting end in seconds.

Pauline only knew that the most incredible orgasm she had ever felt was
coursing through her body, and was only dimly aware of the source, as her
natural body's reaction was to tighten and flex every muscle in her body to
maximize the physical feelings, so she did so, and her thighs swelled to
deadly size, thickness, and hardness.

Suddenly the door burst open, but Pauline was in another world and not aware
of anything but the ecstasy she was experiencing. The guards paused in the
door for just a second as they took in the horrifying sight before them. They
were mesmerized as they saw Pauline's huge thighs swallow someone's head,
still pulsing and rippling with power as she pulsed her thighs in time to her
secret orgasm. "Craaack ... ." As Bob's head neared explosion. They only had
seconds to act. Each man ran around the table and two men grabbed each leg and
started, or tried, to pull her legs off the man's head. They didn't exert
their full strength right away because they underestimated the amount of power
in her thighs. After all, they had two strong men on each of her one legs. But
instead, they were amazed to feel her powerful muscles swell even larger in
their strong hands, contorting the face of the man all but hidden between
their mass. "Crunch" went Bob's jaw bone as the men renewed their efforts. But
they couldn't budge the steel thighs, which inflated more as they heard moans
coming from Pauline's mouth.

The head guard turned quickly towards Pauline's head and drew back his big
fist and hit her in the head harder than he had ever hit anyone in his life.

Instantly her huge thighs relaxed as she was knocked unconscious. But had she
killed Bob the judge?

... to be continued.