Kristin Part 1
by Eric the Red



"She liked that he fought back and tried to stop her as she leaned in, kissing
his neck and shoving her breasts into him, massaging his dick and balls."

Kristin watched in wonder as the scene played out before her. The big screen
at the movie theater displayed a jungle and a man in tactical gear in an
explosive action scene. There was a woman in the scene who had been one of the
villains throughout the film. A sexy, sinister looking Russian named Xenia.

The movie was Goldeneye 007, a James Bond film. Mostly boring to Kristin but
with some unique and interesting sex scenes where Xenia would use her legs to
squeeze, torture, and kill men. She derived intense sexual pleasure from it,
and Kristin was intrigued.

The character was somewhat skinny, and Kristin doubted the ability to do this
with the strength of her legs. Kristin however was excited and somewhat
aroused by the idea that she might be able to do real damage to a man with her
thighs.

She had grown up as a farm girl, riding horseback, dirt bikes, lifting hay
bails and the like. This had made her naturally strong and fit, and had made
her successful in sports until she found a passion she loved: weightlifting.

Kristin was somewhat shy, and still growing up in high school, so she
concealed her growing body, embarrassed by her size as she was already taller
than all of the boys her age, at 6'1".

The idea of using her power and size to dominate and control someone like the
movie sparked a huge interest in her. As the scene played out, Xenia had the
hero in a body scissors, moaning and biting her lip as she crushed the man
beneath her.

Kristin glanced over at her boyfriend John, who didn't seem interested in the
movie, or the scene. He was somewhat boring, but nice and cute, so she kept
him around.

After the movie, Kristin and her boyfriend drove to a friend's house for a
party, have a few drinks and to relax. The thoughts running through Kristin's
head were all of Xenia, and she thought of actions taken before, realizing she
was much like this.

Kristin had always enjoyed outperforming boys, beating them and then laughing
at their embarrassment that a "little girl" beat them. She was sadistic,
seeing a forearm bandage on a guy she liked from a small oven burn. She had
teased him and grabbed the area, gripping hard on it and watching his reaxtion
knowing but asking him if it hurt when she did this.

She realized she had always been like this, and enjoyed it. The movie was
unrealistic, however, but she wanted to test the waters. As she sat there on
the couch next to her boyfriend, she was imagining different ways to emplore
her strength and to see if she really liked it.

She was drinking with another of her friends, Stacey and had a few shots.
Kristin was getting tipsy, and losing her inhibitions. Wandering back to the
couch, she saw herself in the mirror. The tall, blonde hair blue eyed girl she
saw looking back at her looked powerful, confident, and capable.

Yet, she wasn't big enough. She realized then and there she wanted to be much
larger than Xenia, larger than she was now. She wanted men to fear her, and in
this realization, she was excited. She sat down next to John, her arm wrapping
around his neck.

"So what did you think of the hot Russian chick?" Kristin asked, her full C
cup breast pressing against his cheek, as she was feeling warm and tipsy from
the alcohol. John replied, condescendingly, "She was hot, but that was kind of
dumb, that scrawny chick couldn't hurt anyone with that hold. It was so fake."

Kristin loved this, John and his machismo easily taking the bait. "Well, do
you think someone else could do it? Maybe someone with stronger legs, like
me?" Kristin said in her slightly buzzed slur, straightening her leg next to
John, her thigh ballooning in a hard, defined mass through her tight jeans.

"No way," John said. "Its fake, a girl couldn't do that to a guy. You're
strong as hell for a gorl, but men are always stronger." Kristin immediately
became angry, hiding it behind a big smile, her thick lips spreading into a
mischievous grin.

"Oh that might be true, but let's try it out!" Kristin said, standing up and
pulling John's wrist, yanking him up into the middle of the room. There was
five or six people in the room talking and drinking, loud music playing, and a
few people looked over.

" Let's dance! " Kristin exclaimed, tackling John hard onto the carpet, easily
taking him down. "Kristin what the fuck, stop..." John said quietly, obviously
embarrassed. Kristin wrapped her thighs around his torso, laying in her side,
him on his back, and locked her ankles. She grabbed his wrist and pinned his
arm down, his other arm away from her but pushing uselessly on her thighs.

A few girls started cheering and laughing, "Get him Kris! Fuck him up!" Which
motivated Kristin even more as she slowly started applying pressure to John's
ribs. "In Russia," Kristin said in her best Slavic accent, "Girly thighs crush
YOU!"

Kristin powered her legs, squeezing as hard as she could, leaning up and into
his body, still holding his arm down. John immediately turned bright red,
veins bulging in his neck and forehead, which Kristin really liked. He
sputtered, trying and failing to beg or submit, "Kris... Hurrghnnn... What the
fuurrrghhnnn...stop, pleaeerrghhhh."

Kristin ignored him, teasingly asking him to repeat what he said, laughing and
enjoying herself. Something came over her, she felt herself getting hot and
excited as she dominated him, really enjoying it. She increased the pressure,
flexing as hard as she possibly could, her legs shaking with effort, really
punishing him for his stupidity, and for her pleasure.

"Shut uuuuuuup," she hissed, exhaling as she exerted herself, and watched his
face turn into agonizing terror, no noise coming from him anymore as she
smashed the air from his lungs.

Suddenly she felt a pop in between her thighs near his ribs, and immediately
let go. He grabbed his chest and stomach, rolling in pain. "Fuck, Kris, I
think you broke my ribs!" He sputtered, voice thick with pain.

Kristin was stunned, she didn't expect to actually hurt him. She was still
warm and filled with excitement from the rush of the scenario, the feeling of
his body between her thighs. She had loved it, but now she had a rude
awakening, her own power was capable of incredible things.

Kristin started apologizing immediately, acting concerned in front of the
small crowd. One of John's friends took him to urgent care, and as there were
only 2 ribs broken in the incident, he was bandaged and sent home.

Kristin didn't reach out, didn't really care. She was angry with him anyway,
but ecstatic at her new discovery. John sent her a message a few days later,
breaking up with her, and she didn't care. She had her own focus now, and felt
awakened.

She knew she possessed power already, and enjoyed it. She was already planning
on growing and become bigger and stronger but now for a whole different
reason. John was weak, a tiny and frail boy with small features. She wanted a
bigger, stronger toy to play with. Someone that could handle her power, which
she planned to increase.

Kristin started eating and training differently, obsessed now with herself,
her body, and the power she possessed. She started to grow in size, filling
out at a 6'2" frame, as well as filling out to a D cup, her breasts full,
firm, and perky.

She stopped wearing the casual jeans and sweatshirts, hiding her body, and
started wearing blouses, shorts and skirts, and high heels, towering even more
over most people, showing off long, powerful and thick muscles in her legs and
upper body.

A few years had gone by since the revalation, Kristin was now a woman, bigger,
stronger, more confident, and hungrier for her passion. She had experimented a
few times with other boys, losing her verginity to another male bodybuilder,
and dumped him when he became offended that she was nearly as strong as him.

She took judo and jiu jitsu lessons, earning mid grade belts in each, and
decided one day to find herself a new experiment. Kristin wanted a toy, a pet
for herself. She had insatiable, incredible lust for hurting men, and she
needed someone to be permanently available.

Kristin started stalking websites, fan pages and membership sites where women
like her were worshipped, trying to find males she found worthy. One day, she
came across a chat room with a person named "thighwalker", aka Bryce, with a
silly way of messaging and relaxed demeanor.

She linked her accounts to his, following his pages and seeing what he liked.
It unnerved her. She felt the same way she did when she discovered Xenia, but
on an entirely new level.

Bryce liked girls like her. Large, muscular, yet feminine and confident women.
Some of them were larger than Kristin, and had wrestling skills, as shown in
the videos he liked. They dominated the men, a competitive yet one sided match
where they would powerfully destroy their opponents.

The more she watched, the more aroused, interested, and attracted she became.
He was kinky, and obsessed with humiliation and total ownership by the woman.
Kristin was in love.

She never thought she'd find a man strong enough or humble enough to deal with
her that could show her even more than she already imagined. What was sexier
was that he wanted it, even if it meant being knocked unconscious or choked
violently by a stronger woman.

Kristin hoped Bryce was this man, hoping he wasn't too weak like her ex, but
confident enough to handle a stronger woman and not have his fragile male ego
crushed. She would crush it anyway, and his body. She would break him, and she
was thrilled that he might like it, even if she took him over the edge, which
she would.

Excited and aroused, Kristin began messaging him, playing to be another male
interested in Bryce's content, her screenname "breaksmen". She became online
friends with him, sharing videos she wanted to try on him, obsessing over
videos he enjoyed.

Kristin slowly gained his trust, and found out he lived a state over, only a 4
hour drive away. That was nothing for her, and she asked if he was interested
in meeting up, to share content that "Wasn't easy to send over the internet."

Several weeks later, Kristin was standing outside of the restaurant, receiving
texts from Bryce. "Hey where you at? It's 1030, you're almost an hour late."
He seemed ready to leave, and Kristin was pleased. He was frustrated, and this
surprise would be even more difficult for him to comprehend.

Kristin walked into the bar, looming above the men and women, wearing spiked
heels that brought her bulking frame to 6'5". Many people stared, as they
always did. She was wearing a short black pleated skirt that matched a tight
black v neck top, her large breasts showing enormous cleavage.

She had her thick blonde hair down, dark red lipstick on her thick lips, and
her blue eyes shown with excitement, and a mischievous dark side only few had
seen. She scanned the restaurant, the low light relaxing and calm, with upbeat
music playing, people on the dance floor moving to the rhythm, and booths all
around.

She checked her phone, a message from Bryce saying "OK, in five min I'm
leaving dude, my girlfriend is waiting for me now." Kristin smiled. She wasn't
worried about another girl, soon the only thing he would be thinking about was
surviving, and Kristin's powerful, hard body.

"Here. What booth?" She text him, and he quickly responded the location. She
walked wide around the bar, approaching from the back, excited at the surprise
she was about to spring. She hoped this guy was worth all the trouble. If not,
she might really hurt him, like her ex.

She found the booth where a sandy haired, mid size and stocky man with boyish
looks sat alone. She grinned. He had a thick bone structure and frame, with
dense muscle. She was still much bigger than him, but he was a lot thicker
than her ex.

Kristin walked right up to him, seating herself next to him on the booth,
pushing him to the side. He had been looking at his phone, then looked up to
see her towering over him, his jaw dropping and a look of surprise and
confusion was frozen on his face.

"Hey cutey," Kristin said in a flirtatious voice, "Sorry I'm late, but trust
me, I'm worth the effort." She looked down at the menu, playing casual while
he was still in shock. He was very cute, and not too short. Sitting straight,
her breasts were at his eye level, and she took over half the bench. You might
not even see him behind her frame, unless you really looked.

"Wait...what? I uhmm... YOU'RE breaksmen?" He asked, incredulous. Kristin
smiled, leaning a little towards him, and replied "Yes, that's me Bryce. My
real name is Kristin. Please, call me Kris." At this, Bryce turned bright red,
trying to scoot back a little, to no avail. She had him squeezed all the way
into the seat.

"I... I thought you were a guy... you said you had content but... What's going
on?" He said, confused, and looking a little scared. "Oh, don't worry. You'll
still get the content. More than you can handle." Kristin said, leaning into
him, putting her hand on his wrist.

"Now, you going to be a gentleman and order me a drink?" Kristin asked. Bryce
didn't hesitate, and didn't complain about the drinks or the bill, or even the
fact that it wasn't supposed to be a date in the first place. She noticed he
kept ignoring calls from a "Brandy" which might have been his girlfriend.

They chatted, small talk at first, then started joking about their chat
interactions, drinking lightly to match the conversation. Kristin then became
more direct, and started asking him about the videos. He became shy and
silent, seeming ashamed or embarrassed.

"What's wrong, Bryce? You seem like it's a sore subject, considering how much
content you share." Kristin asked, hoping for more control over him. She
already took his time from his girl for the time being, and this was only
within the first hour.

"My uh... Ahem... Girlfriend doesn't like it much. She caught me looking at
it, and thinks it's gross, makes her jealous." He said, playing with his food.
"Well I think it's fucking sexy, and I am very much into it, being the size
that I am. Am I gross to you?" Kristin asked, teasingly, arching her back a
little and pressing into him, displaying her massive chest and shoulders,
thick legs holding him tight against the seat.

" Nnn.. No Kris, I just... I don't know what to say. What do you want from
me?" Bryce asked, his eyes staring deep into hers, already looking lost and
enamored. "Well," Kristin said in her sultry voice, "I want nothing from you.
I will simply take you. I already own you, you just don't know it yet. You're
mine, and you're going to help me fulfill my needs."

Bryce looked shocked, and even more scared. He stuttered, trying to form a
question. Kristin, however, was done talking. She shifted slightly, leaning
towards him, pulling him toward her, and at the same time reached her other
hand under the table, and grabbed his crotch fully in one large, firm handful.

His eyes bulged, sputtering and trying to pusher her forearm away. She liked
that he fought back and tried to stop her as she leaned in, kissing his neck
and shoving her breasts into him, massaging his dick and balls.

He kept protesting, but quieter now, and she started to feel his bulge. A
very, very good size, and that sealed the deal. Kristin ordered him to close
the tab, and get ready to leave. He was fighting hard, telling her she
couldn't do this, confused and upset, but it didn't matter. She knew deep down
he liked it, and he couldn't stop her now, anyway.

He seemed distracted, completely taken aback by the situation, probably
wondering what the hell was going on as Kristin completely controlled the
evening. They walked outside, fresh night air crisp and cool, and they walked
toward the parking garage, Kristin somewhat dragging him, holding him by his
waist.

She towered over him, and could tell he was embarrassed. She liked that, him
complying to her even though he looked like a fool. Kristin walked him to her
car, and finally dropped the hammer.

"OK Bryce. I really only came here for you. Your obsession is the same as
mine, except where you dream of it, I live it. You are going to come to the
hotel I rented tonight, and spend it with me." Bryce hesitated, looking truly
fearful yet torn, as he was very attracted to Kristin, but didn't really ever
think he would live to see his fantasy come true.

Right now it was standing before him, demanding his compliance, and he
ventured to obey. He shut off his phone, knowing Brandy would lose her mind,
and climbed into the passenger side of her car. He had no idea that it would
be the last real personal decision he would ever make.

To be continued....