Geisi Silva

Thanks for the detailed review she sounds insanely strong! What sensuality in the session? Does she do any extras?

Well seeing as I had the honor of being Monstress’ first session since 2019 earlier today, I figured I had to do my due diligence and let you all know how it went...   I’ve been talking to her for a few years now on HBC so I can’t understate my excitement when she let me know that she was getting into sessions again (after very briefly doing some prior to COVID). She’s within drive-able distance of me, so I didn’t hesitate to book the session.  Now onto the session, as soon as I walked through the door… WOW. She is all of 5’7 and 175 pounds lean. Turned out to be even bigger than I expected. We started the session off with some armwrestling. She absolutely smoked me, like embarrassingly bad. For some context, I am a pretty big guy. II workout 4-5 times a week and can bench press 3 plates. It didn’t matter. She still absolutely destroyed me right handed (we’re talking in just a few seconds). Granted I think I kind of suck at armwrestling - I don’t have good technique or anything - but still crazy. She actually gave me a tip with the wrist and I was able to last a few more seconds, but still the same end result. To make it even more impressive, I informed her that I’m left handed and have never lost an armwrestle lefty… Well that’s no longer true. She beat me twice. I put up a fight, but ultimately I couldn’t budge her arm an inch, and tired out and lost.   We then moved on to a curl challenge with some dumbbells. She proceeded to beat me there as well by a few reps. She is honestly just ridiculously strong.  Next we got into my favorite part, which was the wrestling. It was fantasy wrestling and nothing competitive, but my word… I lost count of how many times I tapped out. Her scissors are insane. Feels like your jaw (and the rest of your skull) might just combust if you don’t tap out. She’s got one hell of a chokehold on her too. Basically any kind of squeeze was lights out. She had me show her a few moves and then she would apply it immediately like a pro. Just straight toying with me and then making me tap whenever she felt like it (which was very often).   Took some breaks here and there from getting crushed, in which we proceeded to armwrestle several more times with the same result every time… we also did some muscle worship and she flexed and showed off a bit. You can tell she absolutely enjoys showing off.  Just an unbelievable session overall. Exceeded my expectations (and they were already high). She’s just a natural at this stuff and you can tell that she has a good time as well, which makes it even that much more enjoyable for yourself.   So to sum it all up, I officially have a new all time favorite session, and it’s going to be very hard to top. If you are ever in her neck of the woods, or if she’s ever in yours, PLEASE do yourself a favor and book a session with her.

 

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They had been coming to the club for years, ever since they were just girls in college, dreaming of being something more. The club was exclusive, hidden away in the back alleys of the city, a place where the law turned a blind eye and the boundaries of reality were stretched to their limits. And every time they stepped through its doors, their hearts raced with anticipation, their muscles tingled with eagerness. For this was no ordinary club. This was the place where dreams came true, where fantasies became reality, and where two ordinary women could become the muscle freaks they had always wanted to be.

 

As they made their way to the bar, the other patrons, equally transformed and imposing in their newfound glory, parted like the Red Sea, allowing them passage to the sacred sanctum of the steroid drinks. The bartender, a hulking mass of rippling muscle himself, smiled at them knowingly as they approached. "The usual?" he asked, his voice a deep, gravelly growl that sent shivers down their spines.

 

They nodded eagerly, their hearts already racing with anticipation. The bartender reached behind the counter, his massive arms straining against the tight fabric of his tank top, and retrieved two shot glasses filled to the brim with the bright green liquid. "Drink up," he grunted, "and feel the power course through your veins."

 

They clinked their glasses together, the clash of metal on glass echoing through the club, and downed the potion in one gulp. Immediately, they felt a surge of energy rush through their bodies, making their muscles tingle and their skin crawl with anticipation. They could feel their veins bulging, their muscles swelling, their bones elongating, and their strength growing exponentially with each passing second.

 

As the effects of the steroid drinks took hold, they felt themselves changing, transforming into the muscle freaks they had always dreamed of becoming. Their skin became tough and leathery, their muscles grew larger and more defined with each passing moment, their bones became steel-like and their strength unparalleled. Their senses became heightened, their hearing sharper, their sight keener, their sense of smell more acute. They felt invincible, unstoppable, like they could take on the world.

 

They looked at each other in awe, marveling at their newfound forms. They flexed their bulging biceps, their rippling abs, their powerful thighs, and let out deep, primal growls that echoed through the club. The other patrons, equally transformed and imposing in their newfound glory, cheered and clapped as they strolled past, admiring their new muscle goddesses.

 

The music was pounding, the lights were flashing, and the atmosphere was electric as they made their way through the throng of bodies, reveling in their newfound strength and power. They felt as though they could conquer anything, overcome any obstacle, and achieve anything they set their minds to.

 

The club was a veritable playground for their muscle-bound desires, and they reveled in the opportunity to show off their newfound physiques. They grunted and groaned as they squatted, performing bicep curls with weighted bars that would have been little more than a warm-up for their pre-transformation selves. They laughed and whooped as they swung from rings suspended from the ceiling, their massive arms bulging with effort.

 

They danced together, their bodies slamming against each other in a primal display of strength and dominance. They locked eyes, their gazes intense and unwavering, as if daring the other to back down or give in. The other patrons, their own muscles gleaming in the flashing lights, cheered them on, clapping and shouting encouragement as they watched the two women push their new limits.

 

As they danced, they felt their hearts racing, their muscles burning with the effort. They could feel the power coursing through their veins, making their movements fluid and graceful despite their immense size and strength. They were in control, in tune with their bodies and each other, and it was a feeling unlike anything they had ever experienced before.

 

Their eyes locked, and they knew that this was more than just a dance. It was a battle for dominance, a struggle to prove who was the stronger, more desirable of the two. As they spun and twirled, their flesh sliding against each other, they felt their arousal building, a heat rising in their cores that threatened to consume them.

 

The music changed, slowing down to a seductive beat that seemed to envelop them like a warm, velvet glove. They moved closer together, their bodies pressed so tightly that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. With each fluid movement, they ground their hips against each other, their bulging muscles straining against the fabric of their clothing.

 

Their lips brushed against each other, teasing and taunting, as they danced. Their tongues darted out, seeking entrance into the other's mouth. The taste of each other was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweat and steroids that made their heads spin and their hearts race. They moaned into the kiss, their breath coming in ragged gasps as their arousal grew.

 

As they danced, they felt the heat between their legs intensify, spreading throughout their bodies like wildfire. Their muscles grew taut, their nipples hardened, their skin flushed a deep red. They could feel the power coursing through their veins, making every movement more deliberate, more powerful. They were on the edge, teetering between control and release, and with each passing moment, it became more and more difficult to maintain their composure.

 

Without a word, they moved toward the back of the club, seeking privacy amidst the throng of revelers. Their eyes locked, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they stumbled through the crowd. They reached a dimly lit corner where they could finally be alone, and with a single motion, they collapsed onto a pile of discarded leather jackets, their massive bodies writhing together in a frenzy of desire.

 

Their lips met again, harder this time, more demanding. Their tongues dueled, exploring every inch of each other's mouths as their hands roamed over the other's body, squeezing and kneading the massive muscle beneath the skin. They moaned into the kiss, their hips grinding together, the bulge in their pants growing harder with every thrust.

 

As they kissed, they could feel the effects of the steroid course rushing through their veins, amplifying every sensation, every emotion. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own private universe, their bodies joined in a symphony of desire and need.

 

Without breaking the kiss, they reached down and undid each other's pants, revealing their massive clits. They laughed, a deep, throaty sound that echoed through the club, as they gazed at each other's prodigious clits, slick with pre-cum. They grasped their clits in their hands and guided them towards each other, feeling the heat and the weight of their flesh as they slid against each other.

 

As they kissed, they began to rub their clits together in a frenzy, their hips bucking and grinding against each other. The sensation was overwhelming, a building pressure that threatened to explode from within.

 

The taste of each other filled their mouths, and they could feel the warmth of their bodies as their sweat mingled together. Their muscles flexed and spasmed with every movement, and they reveled in the power they felt coursing through their veins.

 

As they continued to kiss, they reached up and took another swig of the steroid concoction. The liquid felt like fire in their throats, but they welcomed the rush of energy and desire it brought with it. They set the glasses down on the ground, their hands moving to explore each other's bodies, squeezing and kneading the muscle beneath the skin.

 

Their movements became more frenzied as they felt their muscles continue to grow, their bodies becoming more defined with every passing second. Their jaws widened, revealing rows of sharp, white teeth, and their eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the club. Their clits, now massive and engorged, throbbed against each other as they ground their hips together in a desperate attempt to find release.

 

The taste of their sweat mixed with the steroids on their tongues, driving them both wild. They could feel their hearts racing, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they neared the edge of orgasm. They reached down and grabbed a handful of each other's ass, squeezing the firm, rounded muscle as they rocked their hips together.

 

As they continued to grind against each other, their muscles grew harder and more defined with each passing second. Their abs, already impressive, began to stand out in sharp relief, each rib defined beneath a layer of taut muscle. Their lats flared wider, their traps tightened, and their deltoids bulged as they flexed their massive arms.

 

Their clits, now the size of small cocktail sausages, throbbed against each other as they ground their hips together. The sensation was almost unbearable, driving them both closer to the edge of orgasm. They reached up and gripped each other's shoulders, digging their fingers into the firm muscle as they rocked their hips harder.

 

Their jaws continued to widen, revealing more teeth with every thrust. They were aware of the other patrons in the club, their gazes fixed on them in awe and desire. But all they could focus on was each other and the explosive release that seemed so close, yet so far away.

 

As their muscles continued to grow, their bodies became more defined with each passing second. Their traps and delts strained against the fabric of their shirts, threatening to rip them from their bodies. Their legs trembled with the effort of supporting their newfound bulk, their calves growing harder and more defined. Their forearms swelled with power, veins popping out like ropes as they flexed their massive biceps.

 

They arched their backs, throwing their heads back as they let out a primal scream that filled the club. Their eyes rolled back in their heads, and they felt a wave of ecstasy wash over them.

 

Their muscles convulsed, and their bodies trembled as the orgasm coursed through them. Their clits pulsed and throbbed, sending wave after wave of pleasure through their bodies. Their hips bucked wildly against each other, grinding together as their muscles continued to grow and harden.

 

The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of ecstasy that threatened to consume them. Their eyes rolled back in their heads, and they moaned and groaned with each powerful thrust. Their skin glistened with sweat and the residue of the steroid concoction, their muscles standing out in sharp relief as they flexed and strained.

 

The music pounded through the club, driving them further into a frenzy of passion. They moved as one, their massive bodies grinding together, their hips undulating with each beat of the bass. They were aware of the other patrons, their gazes fixed on them in awe and desire, but they existed in a world apart, lost in the heady rush of their own sexual energy.

 

The steroids coursed through their veins, making their muscles swell and harden, their skin glisten with sweat. Their lats flared wider, their traps tightened, and their deltoids bulged as they flexed their massive arms. Their legs trembled with the effort of supporting their newfound bulk, their calves growing harder and more defined.

 

They stumbled out of the club, their massive bodies swaying slightly as they tried to navigate the dimly lit street. The cool night air hit them like a ton of bricks, causing goosebumps to rise on their skin. They leaned against each other, still grinding their hips together as they caught their breath.

 

Their muscles were on fire, every fibre aching from the intense workout they'd just given them. Their clothes clung to their bodies, stretched taut over their newfound bulk. People passing by stopped and stared, unable to tear their eyes away from the two towering figures that walked before them.

 

As they made their way home, the effects of the steroids began to wear off, but their muscles still felt impossibly heavy and powerful. Their legs were like steel columns, supporting them effortlessly as they navigated the city streets. Their arms were like iron bars, swinging at their sides with each step.

 

Their chests heaved with each breath, their pecs stretching the fabric of their shirts as they strained. Their abs rippled beneath their skin, each individual muscle standing out in relief. They were aware of the occasional glance they received from passersby, but they were more focused on the way their own bodies felt, the incredible strength coursing through them.

 

As they continued to walk, their muscles began to cool down, the ache subsiding to a dull throb. They could feel the weight of their newfound bulk, but it didn't slow them down. If anything, it made them feel more powerful, more confident. They could sense the way people moved out of their way when they approached, the deference they were given simply by existing.

 

Their skin felt hot and tight against their bodies, the residue of the steroids still coursing through their veins. Their nipples hardened, sensitive to the slightest touch of the cool night air. Their clits throbbed, a constant reminder of the intense orgasm they'd shared earlier.

 

As they continued walking, they couldn't help but glance around at each other, marveling at the transformation they'd undergone. Their muscles glistened in the streetlight, their skin smooth and toned. They felt like gods, unstoppable and invincible.