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  1. Morirena

    The Business Trip

    The Business Trip By Morirena We arrived at the hotel in Phoenix after what felt like an eternity. The flight had been long, and I was already sick of Brock’s voice. I had spent the entire four hours squeezed between his enormous bulk and the windows, listening to him boasting about how he had topped the sales target table yet again. I couldn’t help but notice the way his biceps bulged against the fabric of his shirt as he gestured—like he was making sure I noticed. And hell, I did notice. His suit was practically painted onto his body, the seams struggling to contain the mass of muscle beneath. His chest strained against the buttons of his shirt, each breath he took making the fabric pull taut, threatening to burst. His shoulders were so broad they made the suit jacket look almost comically small, the fabric barely containing the bulk of his traps and delts. His thighs filled out his dress pants completely, the fabric stretched tight over the thick, powerful muscles. Brock had been lifting weights a lot over the last year since he joined the company, and had rapidly grown from merely big to absolutely huge. But his ego had grown just as much, if not more. When we finally got to the hotel reception, we were hit with the worst possible news. "One double bed," the blank faced receptionist said, her tone indifferent as if she couldn’t care less about our predicament. I looked over at Brock, whose face contorted in disbelief. I felt my own stomach drop. "You gotta be kidding me," Brock groaned, turning towards me. I just stared back, too tired to even muster a proper response. I wanted to argue, to demand another room, but it was late, and I knew it was pointless. We had no choice but to deal with it. We took the key and made our way to the room, both of us trudging along in silence. My head was spinning, a mixture of exhaustion and irritation. Now to be forced to share a bed with this oaf? Hell on earth. Then I caught a glimpse of his massive back in front of me, almost as wide as the corridor, radiating power. I shook myself. Ridiculous. This was Brock Shales, the guy I’d been competing with since the day we met. Brock with his smug grin, his cocky attitude, and now his massive, almost cartoonish body. There was nothing there but rivalry. At least that’s what I told myself. The room was small, far smaller than I had expected. The dull beige walls had seen better days, with patches of discoloration and small chips in the paint, giving the space a sense of neglect. The carpeting was a worn-out shade of brown, marked with mysterious stains that hinted at years of foot traffic and dubious guests. The lighting was dim, with a single overhead bulb that cast a yellowish glow over the room. A dusty lampshade sat on the small nightstand, providing a faint, flickering light that barely illuminated the corner of the bed. The curtains were heavy, a dull shade of green that clashed with the rest of the room, and they didn't quite close all the way, allowing slivers of streetlight to seep through and highlight the imperfections around the space. “Just like the fucking Shangri-La,” grumbled Brock, as he tossed his huge bag onto the floor with a heavy thud. The bed took up most of the cramped room, its thin mattress sagging in the middle, covered in generic, scratchy sheets that were far from inviting. The comforter, a faded floral print, was frayed along the edges, as if it had been through one too many washes. The pillows were flat and lumpy, offering little comfort. It looked even smaller than I had imagined when the receptionist mentioned it. There was barely any space to move around, and the idea of sharing that tiny bed with the giant wall of muscle that was Brock felt even more suffocating. He turned to me, that cocky grin already back on his face. "Alright, ground rules, pretty boy. No funny business. I don’t want to wake up to you getting any ideas," he said. That was what he called me, “Pretty boy”. Never my real name, even though I was at least a year older than he was, and even longer in the company. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, like I’d ever want anything to do with a giant roid ape like you. Get over yourself, Brock." I tried to sound disgusted, but even as the words left my mouth, I felt my chest tighten. There was something in the air—an electric tension that neither of us could ignore. It was late and we had an early start tomorrow, with the day packed with client presentations. Brock started undressing, and I couldn’t help but watch. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, almost like he was putting on a show. The fabric was so tight that he had a slight difficulty getting it off, the material clinging to his massive chest and shoulders, stretching with every tug until it finally slipped free. The shirt pulled away to reveal his chest, which was broad and chiselled, the muscles hard and defined. His pecs jutted out prominently, each one thick and rounded, bouncing with the movement of his arms. They were so full and heavy they sagged over the topmost of his abs slightly. His nipples, large and dark, stood out against the smooth, tanned skin. Below his chest, his abs looked like they were sculpted from marble—each ridge and valley sharply defined, leading down to his obliques that flared out like wings, framing his narrow waist. His shoulders were boulders, round and solid, leading to arms that were thick with muscle. His biceps looked as thick as my thighs. Every movement seemed to emphasize just how powerful his body was, the muscles shifting and flexing under his skin with an effortless grace. He caught me staring, and I quickly looked away, pretending to rummage through my bag. "Like what you see, pretty boy?" he taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. I forced a scoff, trying to shake it off. "Nah, just wondering whether you know how ridiculous you look," I shot back, but then added, "I mean, with all that bulk, it’s too much. You look like an overinflated balloon about to pop." I thought I could get a rise from him by attacking what he valued most about himself. Instead, he just smirked, kicking off his shoes before reaching for his belt. "I sleep in my briefs, hope that’s not a problem for you," he said, and there was something about the way he said it—something teasing, almost daring. He dropped his pants, and I couldn’t help but stare. His thighs were enormous, each one as thick as a tree trunk, the muscles rippling and defined, with veins snaking down towards his knees. His calves were just as impressive, the kind of legs that looked like they could squat a small car. And then there was his bulge—unbelievably large, straining against the fabric of his tight black briefs. It was obscene, the way it jutted out, the outline thick and arrogant. His briefs clung to his hips, highlighting the deep V-shaped lines that disappeared beneath the waistband. He moved with an ease that suggested he knew exactly what kind of effect he was having, each step deliberate, as if he were daring me to keep watching. I forced myself to look away, scoffing again. "Jesus, what a fucking exhibitionist," I muttered, grabbing my own clothes and quickly changing into a T-shirt and shorts, trying to ignore the heat in my face. Brock was enjoying this—he loved making me uncomfortable, loved the power he seemed to have over me in this moment. I noticed he stared at me unapologetically as I changed, a deliberate attempt to provoke me which I refused to acknowledge. We climbed into bed, facing away from each other, and I stayed as far to my side as possible. The bed was so cramped that my arm was almost hanging off the edge. Brock took up more than half of it, his massive body making the mattress dip heavily on his side. His broad shoulders brushed against mine every time he shifted, and there was barely an inch between us. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, even though he wasn’t touching me. "Sleep tight, pretty boy," he said again, his voice low and teasing. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "Just shut up and sleep, Brock," I snapped, but the words came out weaker than I intended. My mind wouldn’t quiet. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, the sound of Brock’s breathing filling the room. The air was hot and stale, the room feeling more suffocating with each passing minute. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I could feel it trickling down my neck, the dampness clinging to my skin. Brock’s musk filled the small space—an earthy, masculine scent that seemed to grow stronger in the heat. It was a mix of sweat, his cologne, and something else uniquely him, something almost intoxicating. Formless thoughts buzzed in my head. I tried to tell myself it was just irritation—just the annoyance of being stuck in this situation with someone I couldn’t stand. I could feel my chest tightening, something deep in me stirring restlessly. At length, I managed to fall asleep, but it was anything but peaceful. My dreams were muddled, filled with heat and the sensation of being crushed, a heavy pressure weighing me down. The oppressive warmth of the room mixed with Brock’s scent seemed to follow me into my dreams. Suddenly, I woke with a start, gasping for breath, my eyes wide open in the dark. There was a great, suffocating weight pressing down on me. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to make sense of what was happening. It took a moment for me to realize—the weight was Brock. He had rolled over in his sleep, and now his massive arm was draped across my chest, his thigh heavy over my legs, pinning me in place. His body was like a furnace, the heat from his skin searing against mine, and his sheer size made it feel like I was trapped beneath a boulder. I tried to move, to push him off, but it was no use. His arm was thick and solid, his bicep pressing down on me, and his thigh felt like it weighed a ton. I could feel every inch of his body—his muscled chest pressing against my side, his breath warm against my neck. My pulse quickened, and I felt a mix of panic and something else I didn’t want to name. "Brock," I hissed. "Brock, get off me, you fucker." He didn’t stir, just mumbled something under his breath, his grip tightening slightly as if he were pulling me closer. I could feel the roughness of his stubble against my shoulder, the way his body molded against mine, the weight of him almost overwhelming. I gritted my teeth, trying again to push at his arm, but his strength was evident even in sleep. It was like trying to move a mountain. I felt something at my hip; large, insistent, and hard. It took me a moment to process what it was—Brock’s monstrous erection, pressing against me through his briefs. His hips ground against me slightly, an unconscious movement that made my breath catch in my throat. He was still muttering in his sleep, oblivious to the situation. The weight of his arm, the heat of his body, and now the unmistakable hardness against my hip—it was too much. I tried to shift away, but it only made him press closer, his muscular body shifting against mine, his erection digging into my side. It felt like every breath I took drew in more of his scent, more of his heat, and the sensation of being trapped beneath him was inescapable. "Brock!" I tried again, louder this time, my voice a mixture of desperation and frustration. "Wake up!" I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears, the heaviness of his body still pressing into me, the overwhelming heat making it hard to think clearly. His eyes fluttered open, his face inches away from mine, his expression dazed as he tried to figure out what was happening. For a moment, we were both still, his gaze locking onto mine, and I could see the confusion turn into something else. Such beautiful eyes, I thought to myself, the idea slipping in before I could stop it. Thick lashes framed those eyes, a color so deep it almost drew me in—how did I never notice before? His brows furrowed slightly, and he finally seemed to register the situation, his arm slowly loosening its hold around me. "Fuck," he said, his voice rough with sleep, almost a whisper. His eyes, half-lidded and still bleary, stared into mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. I could see something raw flickering across his expression as he leaned in closer. "You smell so fucking good," he muttered, his lips barely inches from my ear. His breath was hot against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t tell if he was still half-asleep or if he was fully aware of what he was doing, but the words hung in the air between us, heavy and charged. I froze. What was happening? My heart hammered in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears. I could feel the tension building, thick and almost unbearable, my mind racing to make sense of what was happening. He was still pressed against me, his weight pinning me down, his arm across my chest like a steel band, his thigh heavy over mine. The scent of him, musky and heady, seemed to fill my senses, and I found myself unable to move, unable to even think clearly. It was like everything else faded away, leaving just the two of us. “What the fuck? What are you saying,” I stammered. Brock’s voice was a low growl, rough and deep, the kind that sent a chill through me. "I've seen the way you look at me, pretty boy," he said, his eyes searching mine. "Since the first day I joined." His words were a mix of accusation and something else, something almost vulnerable. The way he said it made my stomach twist, a mix of fear and something I didn’t want to name. He shifted slightly, his hand pressing down against my chest, his fingers curling slightly into the fabric of my shirt as he spoke. My words caught in my throat, and I stuttered, barely able to form a coherent response. "I don’t know what you’re talking about, Brock," I managed to say, my voice shaky. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. His eyes were locked onto mine, and I felt a chill run down my spine. The intensity of his gaze made me feel like he could see right through me, like he knew every thought I was trying to hide. Brock continued, his voice low and steady, each word hitting me like a blow. "I've seen you trying to pretend like you're not interested. But the bigger I got, the more you couldn't tear your eyes away. Now I walk into the same room, and you spring a hardon right then and there." His hand moved down my body, slipping beneath my shirt, his fingers brushing against my bare skin. I gasped, my breath hitching, my entire body tensing under his touch. "And guess what? I’ve seen you too," he said, his lips curling into a smirk, "And I liked what I saw." He shifted his weight, his body pressing down on mine, his hips grinding into me, and I could feel myself getting hard. It was like my body was betraying me, responding to his touch in a way that terrified me. He pulled my shirt off with a practiced movement—something he had done hundreds of times before, his hands deft and sure. My body went limp beneath him, allowing him to take control, unable to resist the commanding force of his touch. His eyes roamed over me with a look of hunger, the kind of primal desire that sent chills down my spine. His fingers trailed along my bare skin of my chest, tracing every line and curve as if he were memorizing me. My skin prickled at his touch, a strange mixture of fear and an undeniable thrill. He leaned closer to me, his massive chest pressing against my shoulder, sending a jolt of electricity through me. It was as if every nerve in my body had come alive under his attention, my senses overwhelmed by the heat of his presence, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress, and the way his eyes seemed to devour every inch of me. I tried to speak, my voice barely a whisper. "Brock, what are you doing?" My words were shaky, my heart racing. "I’m married, Brock—I have a kid on the way," I said, my voice almost breaking. I could feel the panic rising in my chest, and I could barely catch my breath. "You’ve got a girlfriend," I added, as if that would somehow make him stop, as if that would somehow make this less confusing. But he didn’t stop. His eyes were locked onto mine, and the look in them was almost predatory, like he wasn’t going to let me go. He suddenly shifted, moving on top of me, his massive body settling between my legs, forcing them apart. His weight pressed me into the mattress, and I could feel his huge bulge pressing insistently against my own. The heat of him, the sheer size of his body against me, it was overwhelming. My hands instinctively went to his shoulders, trying to push him away, but it was like trying to move a mountain. His hips ground against mine, the friction making me gasp. My mind was a blur of emotions—fear, confusion, and something else, something darker that I didn’t want to admit to myself. "Say the word, pretty boy," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me to stop, and I'll stop." His gaze was unyielding, boring into mine, as if daring me to make a choice. His lips brushed against my ear, his breath hot as he spoke again. "You want this. I can feel it." His eyes bored into mine, a challenge in his gaze, daring me to speak the words. With one hand, he slipped off his underwear and tossed it aside, his movements deliberate and slow, as if giving me one last chance to object. The heat between us seemed to intensify, the air thick with tension. There was nothing between us now except the thin layer of my shorts, and I could feel everything—his arousal, hot and massive, pressing against me. His bare skin was scorching, his chest broad and hard, every muscle defined as he hovered over me. His arms, thick and powerful, created a cage that kept me pinned beneath him. His pecs rose and fell heavily, his breath hot against my face as he leaned closer, his eyes searching mine. My mouth opened, but no words came out, my voice lost under the weight of his presence. My heart raced, and I could feel my pulse in every part of my body, throbbing with fear, confusion, and something else I didn't want to acknowledge. Horrified, I felt my body betray me, my hips moving up to meet his, a low, involuntary moan escaping my lips. Brock’s eyes darkened, and his lips curled into a knowing smirk, his gaze never leaving mine as he shifted his hips, grinding against me with a deliberate slowness that made my breath hitch. The humiliation burned through me, the realization that I was reacting to him in this way tearing at me. Thoughts of my wife flashed through my mind, her smile, her gentle touch, and the fact that I was here now, betraying everything that mattered. I had promised to be loyal, to be her rock, and yet, here I was, my body yielding to someone else, someone I had sworn to hate. The shame was unbearable, and it twisted inside me, clashing with the raw desire that was building despite myself. My heart raced, and I could feel my pulse in every part of my body, throbbing with fear, confusion, and something else I didn't want to acknowledge. My hands moved down from his shoulders to his chest, feeling the powerful expanse of his chest beneath my fingers. His pecs were enormous, each muscle thick and solid. I could feel the weight of them, the hard muscle yielding only slightly as I traced their outline. My mouth went dry as my fingers moved over the defined ridges, the sensation of his taut skin under my hands making my pulse quicken. It was like touching a living sculpture, every inch of him carved from stone, yet warm and alive, his heart pounding steadily beneath the surface. "Always knew you were a boob man," he laughed, his voice laced with a teasing edge. His chest flexed beneath my touch, the thick muscles swelling as if to emphasize his words. His laugh was low, almost a growl, the vibrations running through his body and into my hands, making my fingertips tingle. His eyes met mine, a smirk playing on his lips, and I could feel the heat rising to my face, embarrassment and something else mixing in the pit of my stomach. His confidence was overwhelming, the way he seemed to know exactly how I was reacting, his gaze daring me to deny it. The smirk never left his face as he watched me, waiting, like he was in complete control of everything in that moment. "You're so—so big," I whispered, as I stared up at him. Up close, his massive frame seemed to eclipse everything else, his muscles bulging and rippling with every slight movement. I felt his arms, thick and powerful, veins running like rivers under his taut skin. His biceps were like cannonballs, the kind of size that spoke of raw, brute strength. My hands traced along the thick contours of his arms, feeling the strength in them. "And getting bigger every day," he replied, his voice filled with pride. His eyes bore into mine, filled with a mixture of amusement and something darker, something possessive. He shifted his weight slightly, his massive thighs between mine, and I could feel the sheer power in every part of his body. I reached behind him, hesitantly touching his glutes, my fingers brushing against the firm, rounded muscles. They were rock-solid beneath my touch, each one sculpted with the same dedication that seemed to define every inch of his body. I could feel the raw power there, the way the muscle tensed slightly at my touch, as if daring me to explore further. The smooth curve of his glutes gave way to his thick, monumental hamstrings. I let my hands roam, feeling the definition in each movement as his body shifted. Brock's eyes never left mine. A rough hand searched for the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down below my knees. I could feel my breath hitch as the air brushed over my now bare skin, the sensation sending shivers up my spine. Brock’s gaze raked over me, taking in every inch of exposed flesh with a hunger that made my stomach twist. I kicked my shorts off the rest of the way, and his body pressed down on mine, his erection grinding against me. The sensation of his thick cock on mine felt almost too real. I could feel how it dwarfed mine. His balls, massive and heavy, pressed against my thighs, the heat of him searing into my skin. The sheer size of him, the power behind every movement, was overwhelming. I could feel the hard ridges of his abs against my own stomach, his body a wall of heat and muscle that pinned me in place. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You're so fucking hard you could burst." His voice was low, almost a growl. His huge hand gripped both of our cocks together, the pressure making my entire body jolt. The sensation was overwhelming, his grip firm as he pumped slowly, each stroke deliberate. The feel of Brock’s cock against mine was unlike anything I had ever experienced—hot, thick, and pulsing with a need that seemed to mirror my own. Precum leaked from both of us, slicking our lengths, making each movement wetter and more intense. The slippery friction between us was maddening, the smooth, veiny skin of his cock sliding against mine, every stroke creating a wet, tingling sensation that seemed to blur the lines between pain and pleasure. I could feel the contrast between us—his length, thick and hot, rubbing against my smaller manhood with each deliberate stroke. The heat, the wetness, the way his cock moved against mine—it was all too much. I cried out, a high, indistinct sound torn from my throat, my back arching involuntarily as waves of pleasure mixed with shame coursed through me. I could feel the heat in my face, the burning humiliation of reacting this way to his touch, of being reduced to nothing more than this raw need. My chest heaved, my breath coming out in short gasps, and just as I felt myself reaching the edge, he stopped. His hand went still, leaving me aching and desperate. He leaned in, his voice a dark whisper, "Not so soon, pretty boy." The smirk on his lips was infuriating, filled with satisfaction at the way he had me under his control, and I felt my body tremble with both frustration and an unwilling desire that I couldn’t push away. My fingers curled into the sheets as I struggled to regain some semblance of control. His eyes never left mine as his lips moved down my body, sending shivers through me. He started with my neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweat on my skin, his hot breath lingering. Each lick was slow and deliberate, his tongue tracing the line of my collarbone before trailing down the space between my pecs. I could feel his lips press against me, his touch electric as he moved lower. He paused at my abs, his tongue swirling around each ridge, leaving a trail of wet heat in their wake. He kissed along my treasure trail, each tiny kiss making me shudder, my entire body trembling under the attention. The sensation was maddening, a desperate need building in the pit of my stomach. When his lips finally enveloped my cock, I gasped, the warmth of his mouth sending a jolt through my body. He sucked slowly, his tongue working against me, the sensation almost too much to bear. The way his mouth moved with deliberate slowness, every flick of his tongue—it was all-consuming, and I felt my mind blank under the sheer intensity of it. My body betrayed me again, my hips arching up to meet his mouth, my breath coming out in ragged gasps as he took me deeper, the pleasure almost blinding. I grasped his huge shoulders, my fingers sinking into the thick muscle beneath his skin. His shoulders were massive, solid like granite, and my hands felt small and almost powerless against his strength. I held on tightly as Brock continued his relentless assault on my senses, his lips and tongue still working me with a skill that left me breathless. My grip tightened involuntarily, my nails digging into his flesh as another wave of pleasure surged through me, overwhelming and all-consuming. His body was a furnace against mine, the heat radiating from him, the sheer power in every movement making my head spin. My own body shook beneath him, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer, caught in the middle of pleasure and shame. I could feel every flex and shift of his powerful shoulders as he moved, the sheer mass of him a reminder of just how easily he dominated me. And despite everything—despite the confusion, the humiliation—I couldn’t help the way my body responded, clinging to him as if he was life itself. Perhaps I yelled out his name, perhaps I didn’t– I couldn’t remember at all. I exploded in his mouth with a yell, my entire body tensing as the waves of pleasure crashed through me. Brock didn't stop—he kept sucking, his lips and tongue working me with relentless precision, drawing out every last drop. The intensity was almost too much, the sensation overwhelming as my body spasmed beneath him, my release seemingly endless. My breaths came in ragged gasps, my chest heaving as the pleasure ebbed, leaving me trembling. He moved back up, his lips trailing along my skin, his touch rough and possessive. He kissed me fiercely, his mouth capturing mine, and I felt his stubble on my mouth, tasted my cum on his tongue—a mix of salt and something unmistakably raw. I responded hungrily, my lips parting, our tongues tangling together as he dominated the kiss, the taste of myself on his lips making my head spin. His lips parted from mine, a long strand of translucent fluid connecting us, glistening in the dim light of the room. It stretched between our mouths for a moment, before breaking and clinging to his lips and chin. He brushed it away carelessly with the back of his hand, his eyes locked onto mine. His finger, slick with my release, circled my lips slowly, the sensation making me shiver pitiably. The way he looked at me felt like he was branding me with every touch, every movement. Exhausted, I begged him, my voice cracking, tears welling up in my eyes. "Please, Brock..." I whispered, but I wasn't even sure what I was begging for—release, an end to this overwhelming intensity, or perhaps for him to just keep going, to push me past every boundary I thought I had. My body felt raw, every nerve on edge, trembling beneath him. The vulnerability was crushing, the feeling of being completely at his mercy leaving me exposed and helpless. His fingers brushed against my cheek, trailing down my neck, and I couldn't help the way my breath hitched, my chest tightening with a mixture of fear, exhaustion, and a lingering, undeniable desire. He sat back in the bed, his massive legs spread wide, the muscles bulging and defined, creating a commanding presence. His thighs were like pillars on either side of me, thick and powerful, framing the space that I now occupied. Wordlessly, with one hand he gripped the back of my head, his fingers threading into my hair, the grip firm and possessive as he guided me closer. I knew what he wanted—there was no mistaking it, the hunger in his eyes and the way his body seemed to pulse with need. My breath caught as I knelt between his legs, the bed creaking. His cock was mind-bogglingly enormous, standing proudly, the thick shaft pulsing with arousal, the immense head already glistening with precum. His huge balls rested heavily on the mattress, swollen and full, each one massive and round, almost intimidating in their size. The skin was smooth, with faint veins running along the surface, and they seemed to pulse slightly with his arousal, full of cum, ready to burst. The musky, heady scent of male sex filled my senses, overpowering and intoxicating, making my pulse quicken. His scent was raw, almost animalistic, and it drew me in despite the hesitation still lingering in the back of my mind. Slowly, I brought my face closer, my breath warm against the tip, feeling the heat emanate from his swollen length. My lips parted, my heart pounding in my chest, and I could feel his hand tightening slightly on the back of my head, urging me forward. He was too big for me, and I knew it. I used one hand to steady his long shaft, feeling it throb in my fingers. Inches of girth separated my finger from my thumb. My other hand cupped his balls, the massive orbs heavy and full, overflowing my palm. I ran my tongue around the head, tasting the salty precum, the texture smooth and slick against my tongue. Brock groaned above me, the deep sound reverberating through the room, his hips shifting slightly as if he were trying to hold back. I circled the tip with my tongue, feeling the way he throbbed in response, his body tensing with each flick of my tongue. His fingers tightened in my hair, a low growl escaping his lips as I worked him. My world narrowed, and it felt like everything else ceased to exist. The heat coming off his body was intense, almost suffocating, and I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead as I tried to focus. His huge thighs framed my vision, the thick, powerful muscles twitching slightly as I moved, reminding me of the kind of force that could easily crush me if he wanted to. His skin glistened, every ridge and groove of his muscles accentuated by the sheen of sweat. The scent of him, musky and raw, filled my nostrils, overwhelming my senses until all I could think about was him—his presence, his strength, his raw, animalistic power. "You suck cock like you've done it all your life," he said, his voice a mix of amusement and something darker, almost a growl. His eyes bore down on me, challenging, daring me to prove him wrong. I didn't bother to reply, letting my actions speak for me instead. My tongue flicked over the sensitive tip of his cock, teasing the slit, tasting the salty precum that gathered there. The effect was immediate—his entire body reacted, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as his abs tensed and his hips bucked involuntarily. His cock throbbed against my lips, veins pulsating as I took my time exploring every inch of him. "Fuck!" he groaned, his voice strained and guttural, like he was on the verge of losing control. I smiled inwardly, a sense of triumph building inside me—maybe I wasn't so powerless after all. I let my tongue drag slowly along the length of his cock, tracing the thick, pulsing veins, savoring the feel of his arousal under my tongue. I could feel the heat radiating from him, each ridge and groove providing friction as I worked my way up and down, my lips brushing against the velvety hardness. My hand kneaded his balls, feeling their weight, heavy and swollen with need. My fingers caressing the tender flesh, and the reaction was immediate—his breath caught, hitching in his throat, his hips shifting restlessly as he tried to keep it together. His entire body betrayed him, teetering on the edge of surrender, and I could feel the tension in him, every muscle taut as if he were trying to fight against the inevitable. "Jesus Christ, you're going to make me—Ah!" His voice broke, his bravado crumbling, replaced by pure, unfiltered need. His balls drew up tight, the muscles in his thighs going rigid, quivering as if trying to hold back the impending release. I could feel his cock throb in my mouth, hot and swollen, pulsing with a desperate urgency that sent a thrill through me. I sealed my lips tighter around him, taking him deeper, my tongue caressing the underside of his shaft, feeling every twitch, every pulse. His hips jerked uncontrollably, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as if he couldn't bear to let me go. His breathing was ragged, reduced to gasps, his chest heaving with each labored breath. The shift in power was intoxicating—Brock, who was always so in control, was unraveling right before me, his body surrendering to the pleasure I was giving him. I could taste him, salty and raw, the essence of him filling my mouth as I worked him. It felt like everything else had ceased to exist—there was only this moment, the two of us, and the electricity that coursed between us. His thighs quivered against my shoulders, the tension coiling, winding tighter and tighter, and I knew he was close, teetering on the brink, entirely at my mercy. The way his body reacted, the way his cock pulsed in my mouth, the way his breath came in shallow gasps—it was all-consuming, and I wanted to push him over that edge, to see him lose himself completely. His release came suddenly—a yell, guttural and raw, as his entire body seized up. His cock swelled in my mouth, and then hot cum flooded my tongue, thick and overwhelming, spilling faster than I could swallow. The taste was intense, salty and musky, coating my tongue as more and more filled my mouth. It was too much, dribbling down my chin, the warmth spreading across my lips. His hand remained firmly on the back of my head, holding me in place as his hips bucked, his cock still twitching, unloading everything he had. I tried to keep up, to take as much as I could, but it was impossible to stem the flood of his juices. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving with each labored breath as the last spasms of his climax shuddered through him, his body trembling, spent. His grip on my hair loosened, his fingers slipping away as he slumped back against the bed, his muscles relaxing, the tension finally easing. His eyes were half-lidded, the usual intensity softened, replaced by something vulnerable, something raw. He looked down at me, his gaze heavy, and for a moment, there was silence—nothing but the sound of our breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. He was exposed, stripped of the bravado and the cockiness. "That was fucking amazing, pretty boy," he said, his voice still rough, the words coming out between heavy breaths. His huge chest rose and fell dramatically, each inhale deep and ragged, his muscles glistening with sweat that trickled down his sides in small rivulets. His whole body seemed to glisten, the dampness highlighting every line of his powerful physique. His crotch was still a mess, cum smeared across his skin and dripping down onto his thighs. His abs, flexing with each breath, were slick with sweat and traces of his own release, the aftermath of the intense climax leaving him raw and exposed. He looked down at me, eyes still heavy with lust, a smirk slowly forming on his lips as if daring me to respond. For once, his voice lacked the usual cocky edge, replaced instead by something genuine, almost reverent. His massive body, still trembling slightly, was a testament to just how much I had affected him, and the sight of him like this—utterly undone—filled me with a strange, exhilarating sense of power. We eventually peeled away from each other, Brock standing up to grab a towel from his bag. His sturdy legs were unsteady for a moment, his powerful frame swaying slightly, his muscles still twitching from the intensity of what we had just done. The sheen of sweat on his skin caught the dim light of the room, his broad shoulders and back glistening as he moved. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, then looked over at me, his expression a mix of satisfaction and almost sheepish vulnerability. A grin, half-cocked and a little shy, spread across his face as he grabbed a towel and tossed it to me. I caught it, wiping my chin and neck, feeling the remnants of him still sticky on my skin. The air between us was heavy, charged with something neither of us could quite name. Brock wiped himself down, his abs still flexing with each breath, his pubic hair still matted with sweat and cum as he tried to regain some composure. He ran the towel over his chest, down his stomach, and across his thighs, each movement deliberate, almost ritualistic, as if he was trying to erase the vulnerability of the moment. But nothing could hide the way his eyes lingered on me, the way his body still seemed drawn to mine, an invisible pull neither of us could ignore. He looked at me then, his eyes softening for just a heartbeat before the familiar cocky glint returned. The grin widened, and he shook his head slightly, as if amused by the situation. "Don't get used to this, pretty boy. I'm not going to go easy on you at work," he said, his voice carrying that arrogant edge again, but there was no real bite to it. I smirked, tossing the towel aside, feeling a strange warmth in my chest. "I wouldn't expect anything less," I replied, my voice steady, matching his intensity. The tension was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but now it was charged with something different. Something that made my pulse quicken just thinking about it. The next morning, we checked out of the hotel, and it seemed like nothing much had changed on the surface. "Better not bore the clients to death like you always do," he said, his eyes glinting. I rolled my eyes, scoffing, but couldn't help the slight smile tugging at my lips. "Yeah, well, if you keep bulking up, you're gonna scare them away first," I shot back, shaking my head. He chuckled, his deep voice reverberating in the small hotel lobby as we waited for our ride. At the office, everything returned to normal—or at least as close to normal as it could be. We were still rivals on the sales target board, still fighting over clients and accounts and the bosses’ favor like cats and dogs. But every now and then, while the meeting droned on, our eyes would meet across the room, and there would be that knowing look, that hint of something more. Or that careless brush on the arm on the way to the pantry. "So, Brock," I said one afternoon as we were preparing for a meeting, "you hear about the next trip to Phoenix at the end of June?" My voice was studied and casual. He looked at me, playing it cool. "Oh, I heard. Looks like it’s just the two of us again. You looking forward to it, pretty boy?" I met his gaze as I arranged my papers. "I sure am, Brock. I sure am."
  2. This story is up on Literotica, if you want to check it out there, published in three separate chapters (https://www.literotica.com/authors/BustyGymBimbo/works/stories). I decided to publish it here in one go to make it easier for you guys. Feedback is highly appreciated as I am planning on writing more stories for my "The Bulls of This World" - project and good suggestions and ideas would in fact help me in my creative process. So, without further a-do, here you go: _______________________________________ James woke up from his passed-out state, startled and unsure what had caused him to so violently gain his consciousness again. At least he knew where he was as the bright light of the TV blinded him for a moment and making him close his eyes. He felt a headache slowly but steadily build up right between his eyes and a dizziness overcame him, making him fall down on the soft, inviting motel bed again. He probably would have stayed there in this vertical state of existence, curing out his intoxication by simply sleeping, as a loud noise made him once again rise upwards. It sounded like a motor beast straight out of hell - greedy for fuel and hungry for speed. But after a second or two the originally otherworldly noise of the motoric vehicle subsided as he himself was more and more awake and it sounded a lot less alien. In fact James could, fully to his senses now, even assign the sound of the barking, powerful motor to that of a very powerful motor bike. Being a racing enthusiast and knowing his way around cars and bikes, he felt the urge to see for himself what bike had made that impressive noise. But then he felt his headache grew again with intensity and right on cue the motor of the bike was turned off as it's rider had managed to park it (right in front of his room). He could only hear the heavy footsteps of possible the owner of the bike walk past his room's window and open the door to the room next to his, as James, once again, fell asleep, this time for good. He woke up far more gently a few hours later. His headache was gone for the most part, but he felt as if he was dying of thirst. Looking at his watch, it read 9 p.m. He jumped upwards as he realized that he was passed out for almost 4 hours straight. With greeted teeth he cursed his ex-wife and ex-boss who were responsible for his sorrow state of existence. When he had caught his wife cheating on him with his own boss he had known, that his life in his current form had ended. Losing his wife, his home and job in the process, he now only got the booze and escorts to keep him company as no real woman would want to spend time with him in his neglected, depressed state. Also, he knew his place in the order of things as compared to his ex-boss he was a beta-male. The thought of his beautiful (and busty) wife made him shiver with nostalgia and regret but then the infamous words that had kept him awake at night for the last few months, as they had burned themselves in his mind again on one faithful day: He had found his wife pinned down on a bouncing bed, seemingly cumming non-stop, trembling with orgasm as the hulking stud on top of her had pounded away at her, grunting greedily, while throwing obscene phrases at her, replying to her filthy responses, as every thrust of his powerful hips and tight, muscular ass had made her scream and the headboard to slam confidently against the wall - and then he had heard her shout of the words that haunted him to this day: "Yess! I am cumming so hard! Shit, you are so deep in my pussy! Ugh all the way in my womb!" - And the stud, who James at this point had realized was his own boss, had replied with: "Yeah, bitch! This is how a real man fucks, not like your puny-dicked husband! Grrrrr! I am gonna breed you like a cow as I am your bull!" - To which she had answered: "Yess! Breed me, fill me with your cum! Knock me up with your bull-cock! Knock me up like my husband couldn't! Ugh, shit you are so much better than him!!" To make it worse, the scene he had witnessed had turned him on as much as it had disgusted him. Hence he hadn't made any steps to intervene nor made sure they knew that he was in fact watching them, as he realized that he was - as much as he was devastated - also intrigued by the scene that took place in front of his eyes. Continuing to watch the rutting pair for further 20 minutes or so, he experienced his hulking boss flooding his wife's pussy, shooting obscene amounts of juice into her. Only then, as things finally quieted down, they had realized, too occupied and focused on their inhuman mating-session, that they had been caught all along. But, and that had made the situation even worse, they hadn't seemed to mind. In fact, rather the contrary was the case. His boss had just smiled cockily and confidently as he always did, and he pulled out his massive cock out of his wife's reshapen pussy, filled to the brim with cum (it had taking him longer than James had expected, and every new inch that was revealed before his eyes to him made his heart and own proudness of his manhood shrink), until a now soft cock of at least a foot, glazed in his wife's pussy juicy and the stud's own cum had been removed from her cunt and displayed to him in all his glory. And Cindy, James's wife? She had just looked sorry at him, but not for the act of adultery she had so willingly broken their marriage with, but for James himself as all three knew that from now on only The Boss and bulls like him would be able to satisfy her and James had to submit to the nature of things. Compared to Brad, the boss, James was in fact a weak, puny-dicked man. Brads cock was at least twice James' size (in his soft state, compared to his when fully erect) and had a body to match his bull-cock, carved and sculpted to perfection, it could rival any pro-bodybuilder in terms of size, strength and form. James had to face reality as Brad, from the looks of it the breeder of his wife, was just too much of a man - he was one of the Alpha Men - and James knew instinctively were his place way as he, broken, left the bedroom and his own home, knowing that both his wife and home now belonged to the bull. Once again he felt the same way as he did on that day that had happend a few months ago and he sat there on the small bed of the motel for what felt like an eternity until his thirst overcame him and he finally made his way to the bathroom were he practically drunk the water pipe dry. A few minutes later the world seemed a bit less depressive, especially since he felt getting horny. Often, a down-face could be overcome by having sex. In his chase, he had realized that he preferred watching porn and jerking-off instead. Hence he was about to make a return to his bed to grab his laptop, as he heard the sound of the motorbike filing his room again right at the moment as he walked past the wide window of his motel room and through the half-closed curtains he was able to look at the bike and what he saw made his heart start pounding. ___ James' urge to grab his laptop and open up PornHub vanished as soon as his eyes fixated themselves rather instinctively on the two persons outside of his room who had just arrived, from the sounds of it, on the same motorbike that had awoken him earlier. It was quickly clear to him who the driver of the two was just by the way the two people were dressed. A man and a woman, a very usual pairing for a motorbike if deciding to ride it together, the guy was dressed in a leathery outfit, mainly consisting out of a large jacket, thick pants and heavy boots, all quite common for a bike rider as it was a dangerous hobby and wearing proper clothing was rather important to prevent injuries. However, he wasn't wearing a helmet, which seemed rather naive and probably the result of him believing to much in his own abilities. To be fair, James admitted, he looked like a guy that could push a whole car, so he was in the right to be over-confident and cocky as only a crash with the biggest of trucks could probably stop him from riding a motor bicycle. Impressed by the guy's powerful physique, James was quickly reminded of the similarities to his ex-boss who had brought his own wife to so many orgasms and he once again had that visual image of his boss plowing away at his wife before his eyes. But the moment the bike rider moved an inch again, James was back watching with intrigue and the memory of his wife and his boss was once again nothing but a distant memory. He, too, is a bull, James thought, now even more intrigued as before, as, while the guy was wearing some very thick, baggy clothing James could practically feel the power and strength of his towering, buff body that laid underneath that covering cloth. And even though his bike was a beauty and rather massive, so big that a person under 5'8'' probably wouldn't be able to ride it, it appeared like a normal dirt bike in height next to the bull, who, James suggested, had to be at least 6'2'' in height, probably even taller than that. And then, even though his pants did their upmost to conceal it, James spotted that bulge in his crotch that seemed to go on for miles, which in turn made his own, comparatively tiny cock rise in arousal as James felt his lewd voyeuristic side rising up from his constraints; a part of him which he had encountered for the first time only a few months ago on that faithful day where he, instead of intervening, had been eavesdropping on the rutting couple of his wife and his own boss and had watched his wife getting the fuck of her life while he himself had felt both incredible turned on and disgusted at the same time, while growing hornier the longer he witnessed that hard fuck playing out and finally reaching its' (almost) bed-breaking, retina-ripping climax. Before the massive body of the bull finally revealed the passenger behind him, James, while considering himself to be straight, had to admit that he was impressed by how good-looking that stud of a man was. He definitely didn't have a typically handsome face, at least not one, that you would call pretty or beautiful. In fact, anything boyish that some women liked on a man, he was missing. Appearing to be in his early or mid 30s he was fully grown and seemed to be well aware of that as he kept himself like a guy who fully appreciated and lived out his masculinity, knowing very well that this wasn't to everyone's liking, even though James doubted that he had any problems finding women that were interested in him. In fact, from the looks of it, it probably wasn't a far stretched theory that he, like any other bull of this world, was practically swimming in pussies and would actually have a hard time deciding on who to pick from the sheer amount of eager sluts who would love to spread their legs for him. Finishing off his very masculine look, he had a perfectly kept, dark beard that in terms of hair length was situated somewhere between a full-beard and a mustache, while his dark-brown hair on his head was kept very short. He had a pronounced angular jaw, only partially covered by his beard, high cheekbones and a very stoic, confident expression. And while his face was rather emotionless, James could swear that he could see a fire burning in his eyes, a fire that wasn't fueled by rage or the urge for violence but only by lust and instinctive, primal passion. And he could now finally understand why that was the chase, as when the bull finally was stepping of his bike, he revealed the slut that was seated behind him; and James immediately had a ragging hard-one the moment he glanced at her. If you needed one word to describe her, there was only one that would give her justice: BIMBO. Medium in height, somewhere between 5'4'' and 5'6'', her body and face was every (straight) guys wet dream. James, having previously suggested, that the Bull would only chose the hottest babe from the pool of potential girls, now could answer that theory with a massive Yes, as the doll on the back of the studs bicycle had everything a guy physically desired. Wearing a tight tank top that only reached down to the beginning of her flat, slender waist, she probably spotted one of the biggest, most perfectly round and firm yet soft pair tits that James had ever scene. Each cheek the size of a water melon, her chest was barely contained by a skimpy top and her udders seemed desperate to break free from the restraining piece of clothing. This in turn made for a very revealing, incredibly mesmerizing cleavage. In fact, if she hadn't been accompanied by that hunk of a man who could beat up James with ease, he himself would have, driven by the primal instinct to be near these define tiddies, left the safety of his room in an instant. But due to the fact that she wasn't alone and was throwing equally as turned on glances at the bull in front of him as James did at the bimbo, he decided - for his better good - to stay indoors and keep on watching the pair. Revealing a lot of her fit, toned stomach, her comparatively wide hips and athletic legs too were barely covered in cloth, only a tight pair of shorts and some sporty white sneakers with a thick sole completed her slutty, summer look. Unable to properly get a look at her behind from this angle, he could still catch a glimpse of the outline of her ass and that too seemed to be immensely mesmerizing. And then there was her face, both gorgeous and slutty, young and experienced, with the perfect amount of make-up, put on perfectly, a round yet angular face shape, with high cheek bones, a rather small nose, perfectly kept brows and thick cock-sucking lips. In short, together with her long, blonde hair, pulled back to a ponytail, her look, overall appearance, body-shape and outfit just yelled "Gym Bimbo" and the fact that she was both slender and fit as well as ultra-busty made him feel a shimmer run down his spine. She also seemed to be in her late 20s with a facial expression that oozed almost as much confidence as he did, and James was certain that due to her age and looks she had to be very experienced in the bedroom and able to take only the biggest of guys. James fantasized that she was a massive size queen and only interested in the most buffest of guys by the way she so looked at him, genuinely attracted to him, and he couldn't know how right he in was. "Hop off, bitch." The bull's voice, while not particularly loud, reached, due to its heavy bass and the deepness of his voice, his room surprisingly clear and easy to understand. "I know my bike is comfortable, but it was too expensive for us to fuck on it. I don't want it to get covered in our juices..." Seemingly turned by that rather lewd description, it seemed to not be a rather unpleasant idea to her, but nevertheless, with a teasing smile, she too 'hopped off' his bike as he had rather blatantly asked her to do; and obviously she did that in the most hottest of way, rather slowly, pronouncing every movement of her legs and body. Finally, she stood next to him on the warm concrete floor of the parking lot and only now James realized how tall the bull was as he towered over her at least one head-length, possible two. "Okay... but only because you are just so damn hot and... hung" instinctively her eyes glanced at the bulge of his cock and James could only imagine how horny and excited she must feel like. The Bull in turn cleared seemed to like the fact that due to her experience and ability of seducing guys, she wasn't completely submissive and kept on teasing and playing with him, rather than to simply do as he pleases, too eager and cock-druck. "Jenny you really are one hell of a slut... I can't wait until I am balls-deep in you and you can't stop screaming as you keep cumming on my bull-cock", he replied bluntly, his otherwise stoic face now fully covered with lust as the fire in him seemed to grow even bigger. This too she seemed to like. Both the way he so confidently and dominantly spoke and treated her and the visual image he had created with his words. "Oh believe me, I am a screamer. The whole neighborhood it's gonna hear me squeal as I beg you to fuck me harder. I am not your virgin college cheerleader, I have fucked as many hung bulls as you have fucked busty bimbos like me... I am not gonna tap out any time soon~..." This he seemed have liked - a lot. As the way she teased him with her excellent seducing talk made an impact on him as he stepped closer to her as a result and they started making-out, french-kissing hardly like the two over-sexual people they were. He had to bend his back and lean forward a bit for their mouths to reach each other and he, horny as he was had troubles containing his hands by himself as he had started hold her waist but quickly moved over to her jiggly, yet firm bubble butt, roughly kneading it. Finally after a minute or so their first outburst of passion ended and he let go off her, but seemingly only to not further prolong things. "Let's fuck than! God I am gonna love how your tits are gonna bounce while I hammer into you.." "Oh, that's my specialty. Being vocal in bed and having a massive set of tits", she replied teasingly but seemingly unfazed. Not further wasting any time, he didnt bother replying to that as both seemed to know what they wanted and how much they wanted it and he grabbed her by her arm and confidently but not too roughly guided her with quick steps to his room. Fortunately for James, it was directly the room next to his. ______ It hadn't taken long for the first noises from next-door to fill James' own room. Practically the moment the bull had slammed the door to his motel room shut with one single strong motion, James had been able to listen to him and his 'date' rumbling about only a few feet away from the eavesdropping voyeur. Now muffled and slightly quieter than only minutes ago due to the few inches of cardboard and wood being between them, their dialogue, however, was still rather easily perceptible. "Grrr, your tits are fucking incredible, slut. I am gonna play with them all night", James heard the bull say, his voice still as deep as before but filled with a bit more emotion, seemingly due to his increased grade of arousal. As a response, James heard short, passionate giggles from the bimbo as an answer, only to be followed once again by the sound of heavy kissing, now mixed with the soft moans of her's truly and the rustling of cloth, being stripped off. James pictured the hot pair to french-kiss passionately while the bull grabbed and played with her bombshell udders with his massive, strong hands and she, turned on by his eagerness to fully appreciate the sluts body, would moan in between their act of making-out, as she too was loving the touch of his manly hands on her bimbo-body. "Mmhm yes play with my tits, Brad, play with them like you own them!"James heard the bimbo respond eagerly after a few moments of comparative silence. A deep chuckle. "You like that, don't you, Jenny? A stud playing with your tits, fully appreciating your bombshell body like no lesser men can. Running around on the beach with those two milk-tanks - all those guys staring at you - " Once again the soft, lewd noises of two people making-out passionately could be heard. "All of them wanting to see your knockers free of your top and jiggling free - but you keep them stuck away in some hot tank top... as you love to tease.." This time James heard a female, softer chuckle, as the bimbo named Jenny, not any less aroused than the bull, again seemed to like what she heard. "Yeah, I just love to tease and dress up all skimpy and slutty." Followed by kissing, moaning and soft gasps of bliss. "I let only real guys like you ..." - moaning and kissing and an affirmative grunt by the bull - "touch me... Massively muscled..." - kissing interrupting her once again - "... powerful alphas with bull-cocks... that belong on... mmhmm...horses... big enough to... mmhmm.. fuck us bimbos... senseless..!" Now things were finally going some place, James heard himself think, as he was desperately waiting for the fucking to finally start. He wasn't the only one though, as if on cue, having only waited for that particular phrase, the bull seemed to initiate the next 'phase' of their hook-up as a result. An excited, but rather surprised gasp from the bimbo, louder than their previous lewd chatting, made James's heart start to pound faster as he could only imagine what would happen next. A few seconds after her initial 'speech' that had resulted in a hands-on reaction of the bull and a surprised gasp by the bull, a loud wooden groan from the bed could be heard due to something not particularly heavy falling on top of it, thereupon making the slat frame to start creaking softly but distinctively for a moment. He must have thrown her on the bed, James thought. Like a barbarian. Meant as an insult born from jealousy, he quickly realized that comparing the bull to a barbarian actually was rather a compliment. He definitely had the body shape of a viking Berserker and also the skin and hair color to match, and he probably fucked like one. Powerful, hard, brutal, unrelenting... and very satisfyingly for anyone being so lucky to find themselves on the receiving end of his powerful fuck-thrusts. The creaking of the bed which had only lasted for a moment, in turn was once again followed by a deep, confident grunt from the bull and then an equally as impressive chuckle. "Yeah, that's right...", the bull stopped his upcoming speech for a moment, seemingly for dramatic effect, and James thought for a moment that Brad, or whatever his name was, had telepathically heard the voyeurs own thoughts as he had called him a barbarian, but then James realized, that the bull was only responding to the bimbo's previous statement. James also swore that he could hear someone unzip his pants. This was in fact probably exactly what was happening, as only a second or two later, a similarly loud gasp was exiting the bimbo's mouth once more, this time, however, it seemed to be less of a shriek of surprise or shock (by being picked-up and thrown on the bed) but rather one of excitement and passion. "Oh my god..", James heard her softly utter lustfully. The bull's deep chuckle resonated in James' own room adjacent to theirs and the voyeur now realized that both the bull and the bimbo were only a few feet away from him and separated by nothing but a thin wall. Their bed is aligned against our shared wall, he thought with a lewd realization. My bed can almost touch theirs. Once they start fucking I am not just gonna be able to hear it, I am also gonna feel it. Now things seemed to have reached some sort of early climax in terms of how eager both parties were for the fucking to start. And the bull and the bimbo started to throw fast-paced, very dirty phrases at each other: "Yeah, bitch, you like my dick, huh?" "Oh hell yeah, I fucking do!" "Then slurp on it, like a good bimbo, soak it in your saliva, make it ready to enter your tight pussy, doll!" It sounded like an order and in fact his dominant attitude would have made him an excellent drill master, but James was certain that the bimbo was more than willing to suck him either way and would have gladly done so either way. Slurp, Slurp, Slurp. "Mmmh fuck you taste sooo good, daddy! And there's so freaking much of you... This has to be-" Slurp, Kiss, Slurp. "-definitely more than a foot of cock." Chuckle. "Yeah, double that. Well almost." "Almost two feet?!", the voyeur heard himself burst out in disbelief, almost shouting out the word. He remembered that his ex-wife had in her constant state of orgasm blessed the cock that was penetrating her, praising it by how massive it was, but she had never stated *how* massive it was in detail. And James had never gotten a clear glimpse at the bull's cock. Could he too have been that big? The bull next door clearly was someone else as the 'Boss' had been black and called Tyrone while James' motel neighbor of the day was white and apparently called Brad. Two feet of cock, James heard himself think as he realized that he never ever before had felt so jealous of another guy. As James was once again occupied with his past he only partially was noticing that the lewd licking and kissing noises (of her getting his bull-cock ready for her pussy) had stopped the moment Brad had revealed his cock's size. ° Almost two feet of cock!?, Jenny heard herself gasp both in shock and absolute passion. The biggest cock she had taken before had been around 18 inches and had belonged to a construction worker (of all people). Different to other bimbos she knew, she didn't care what background the bulls had who she fucked, and that construction worker bull, he had been just too hot to resist: deliciously heavily muscled, his powerful body was not just the result of his hard physical construction work but also built and sculpted in hundreds of sweaty hours in the gym in his spare time. Hence, Jenny had seduced Jamal the construction worker (or "Daddy" as she had called him when she was pinned-down in a downward doggy, screaming in orgasm only 15 minutes later after having spotted him for the first time) right there at the construction site of some new super market, after she had driven by the site out of sheer luck in her small pink Fiat. She could have just kept on driving, dressed in her finest doll outfit - a pink, tight, very revealing dress and some 4-inch platform heels - as she had been on her way to a gala dedicated to the most famous and most influential porn stars like herself, but Jamal had just been too promising to ignore. In addition, fortunately for her it had been late in the evening and everyone but him had been gone. Only after their three hour long fuck-session she had found out that he actually lived at the construction site in a small trailer (in exactly the one in which he had arranged her guts with his donkey dick). But Brad... according to him he seemed even bigger than Jamal (in the cock-department, in terms of muscle mass and pure strength both bulls seemed to be pretty equally matched) and without having a ruler to hand there wasn't real evidence that could confirm nor dispute his claim. However, she could practically *feel* his cock, being engulfed by her massive tits, and barely covering more than half of his throbbing member, that he was right, as her experience with her help of her tits made her feel certain that Brad wasn't lying nor 'over-hyping' his cock, even though it would certainly fit his personality, cocky as he was. "Fuck, Brad, that's gonna be one hell of a ride!", she uttered with a joking as well as very playful undertone but she and Brad knew that that realization had made a dent in her otherwise immensely confident and experienced, cock-drunk attitude. "Yeah, all sluts say that. But I promise you, I know you girls' limits", he responded with a slight whiff of kindness and concern that actually surprised her a bit but definitely made her feel a bit relieved. "However, In the end I am gonna make you cum your brains out, balls-deep or not, though the latter is definitely recommended." There he was. Back to being confident and cocky and well aware of how to talk dominantly to sluts like her. Jenny could feel how her uncertainty was beginning to turn into nothing more than background noise again; and she looked back up at him, that towering, hulking mass of muscle and power, that charming and dashingly-handsome, immensely masculine face and last but not least his throbbing, imposing, perfect bull-cock right in front of her, ready to churn her insides up and make her have the fuck of her life time. And right there she knew, once again fueled by lust, passion and torturing anticipation, that she wanted *this* like nothing else in the world, as her size-queen side once again took hold of her. And she uttered the words: ° "I want your bull-cock so badly! I don't care how big it is, it's gonna feel so good in my tight pussy. And I am a big girl, I can take it!"James heard the bimbo practically shout out with passion. Fucking finally, James uttered in his mind. ° Fucking finally, Brad jubilantly uttered with even more lust. "Right, doll, spread them hot legs of yours, and spread them wide, I am gonna pound you like the bimbo that you are!" Jenny really was one hell of a bimbo, immensely busty with tits for days and built like the fitness babe she was, with a nice, thick, perky bubble-butt, a gorgeous face and a very slutty, confident attitude. She really is made for some heavy fucking, Brad thought as he watched her getting in position. And she is able to take it like no other slut. Not like that bitch from last night who had been quite promising, the busty airhead that she had been. But she had tapped out only after an hour or so of intense sex, and had left him unsatisfied, having only had one orgasm (compared to her dozen ones) and he had been still hungry for more. However, it had been quite late at night at that point, so he could do nothing else but to jerk off. A two hour long session of that had eventually had brought him to multiple orgasms - thanks to some hardcore "bimbo x bull"-videos made by a rising new studio called "Bull Stud Productions". But this time, he wouldn't need to worry about whether or not any of the two would leave this run-down motel room with it's old, extra-loud bed unsatisfied. In fact, he knew that him and that fitness slut turned porn bimbo would fuck each other senseless until one of them (or both) were spent and/or would tap out. Granted, the later hadn't happend to him personally before, but to quite a few bimbos he have had sex with over the years (last night's one being the latest example of one of his dates taping out due to experiencing an extensive amount of pleasure, the result of too many, too hard orgasms, for too long), and he doubted that this time would be different. Ready to be proven wrong he slapped his mighty prick on the fit, slender waist of the bimbo and slid forward on the bed which now groaned softly every time he moved an inch due to his weight and the run-down (or rather broken-in) state of it, until his cantaloupe-sized bull-balls pressed against her equally as mesmerizing, trained behind right below and in front of him, while his cock was now a good two feet away from him right where the bimbo's tits were. "This will be me balls-deep", Brad explained teasingly, a smirk on his face, but even he was impressed and surprised by the imposing length of his cock once again as it reached, from the entrance to her pussy, all the way up to her stomach and up to her tits. Man, once I am in her womb it's gonna make a fantastic stomach bulge!, he thought lewdly and pictured the image in his head, one that he had seen countless times on multiple babes before, some similarly hot like Jenny, some less impressively build, but it had always been beautiful to watch. "Fucking Christ... you really gonna tear my insides apart!", the busty babe gasped with pleasure and once again a bit of worry, but the sight that his cock made on her stomach was too damn gorgeous to watch and she knew that their imminent coupling would be only natural as he was a perfect men and she a perfect women and they were made to breed each other. ° James had listened to every second of their foreplay and, while he wasn't able to actively watch the imminent fuck-session from the safety of his room, he seemed even more excited about what was about to happen as he was greedily anticipating the start of their hardcore coupling. Come on, surely they are gonna start fucking any moment now!, he heard himself think as eagerness mixed with sheer passion and prurience overcame him and promptly made his heart start pounding and his cock to grow even more erect, painfully even. His soft hand wrapped around his hard-on, he pressed his ear against the wall and was impatiently awaiting the first noises that would indicate that their lewd act of procreation had finally started. At first there was silence, like the quiet before a storm. Then James heard a word that sealed it. ° "Ready?", the bull asked, his voice as deep as ever but filled to the brim with passion, eagerness and lust. Oh, how greatly he was looking forward to finally plunge his cock into her ultra-wet cunt. ° Jenny was now in position, her shapely legs spread wide in a full V-split to the point were they rested right next to her gorgeous face, fully illustrating how flexible and bendy she was. Laying on the soft mattress of the bed, her strong back of her slender and very fit body pressed against the more or less comfortable bed cover, her small and feminine but rather firm hands were holding onto her legs to help them stay in place, her gorgeous face was looking up at the bull who was towering over her, his body covering her with his shadow, her blue eyes looking up at him, and they were filled to the brim with anticipation, lust and the instinct of having to breed with that prime example of the male gene, as her human nature together with an massive amount of lust and the urge to cum made her want to fuck him, for him to slam his define pussy-pleaser into her shivering cunt, like nothing else in the world. She bit her puffy lips as she struggled to keep her passion at bay and she too gave her seal of approval as she uttered: "Fuck yes, gimme your cock! Make me fucking scream and cum my brains out!" ° James gulped. Damn. He was the luckiest man alive! Well, right after Brad. And right on cue all hell broke loose. ° "Then take my cock like the slut you are!", Brad practically barked through his gritted teeth as he aligned his cock with her pussy, having to throw his whole upper back and hips upwards in the air, away from her pussy and the bed so his cock-tip could press against the entrance of her pussy... only to slam forward, or rather throw himself into the bed, with one powerful thrust and plunging his cock into the depths of her shivering cunt as he had prophesied. A grunt erupted from his gritted mouth as he could feel her pussy fighting his cock, hugging it with some force, but his cock was too mighty and he knew that even her extra-tight, massively experienced pussy would only at first be able to withstand his resizing thrusts and in the end be conquered by his shaft like any other before. And from the sounds that Jenny already made, he definitely was on the right track. ° WHAM! If James wouldn't have known what was finally happening next door, he would have thought that someone was jumping on the bed. And from the intensity and heaviness to it not just a child but a fully grown man. That that wasn't chase and in fact the result of an intense, obscenely lewd fuck-session, made the whole situation even hotter. He heard the bed springs groan and whine from the sheer amount of strain they experienced as they got bend inwards to the floor of the motel room like never ever before due to the sheer strength and power of every fuck-slam of the bull. And then there were those wooden Humps and Bumps as if someone would have picked up a heavy log of wood and started to pound it against a hard ground with the short side, over and over again, and he realized that it could only be the bed-frame that shook and bounced as occasionally one leg or more was up in the air from the power of the impact, only to slam downward as gravity did it's thing. If that wasn't enough, all of this wooden and metallic thumping, bumping and slamming was underlined with the meaty slaps of flesh slapping against flesh as the two bodies of the rutting couple collided against each other vigorously. And then, James heard something complete the symphony of hardcore sex and he almost would have cam himself, as he had started to vivacious jerk-off his cock; and he smiled, as if he was in heaven, as the song of passion and lust filled his room and probably the whole close neighborhood, perfected with this final ingredient, that made listening to the sounds of heavy, bed-breaking, utterly satisfying sex even more worthwhile. "YES!! FUCK YES! OH GOD!" The originally soft moans and groans of the bimbo, who was seemingly too shocked and overwhelmed by the amount of cock she experienced, now had turned into blissful, extremely lewd screams and squeals, decorated by smutty phrases as she seemingly tried to keep the fuck-talk going to make the whole fucking even more smuttier. WHAM! CLAP! "FUCK YEAH! UGH SO FUCKING DEEP!" James was breathless. Cindy had screamed and squealed similarly intensely but hearing an unfamiliar and far more hotter and more bustier woman, a real bimbo, scream out such obscene phrases as she got dicked-down by a real alpha-bull was just too much to bare and with one final jerk he felt his penis spurt out a few droplets of cum. The passion and lust-hormones that had kept him wide-awake had left his body with this excuse of an orgasm and he suddenly felt tired, very tried. And while the fucking next-door kept on going he felt asleep, totally spend. _____ He woke up what felt like only moments later from a dreamless sleep. WHAM! CREAK! CLAP! CLAP! THUD! "YES FUCK ME!!" The couple was still going at it and from the sounds of it not any less hard than before. In fact, the intensity of their brutal pummeling seemed to have only grown as James could now feel how his own bed was moving from the slams of the headboard against their shared wall. And as he looked at his wrist watch, he was shocked. He had thought that he had only drifted off for a few minutes, but in fact he had for around two hours, and the bull and the bimbo were still going at it, as brutal as ever and seemingly without any end in sight. "Yeah, you like how I fill you up with my bull-cock? Grrrr, come on, squirt for me again!", James heard the bull dominant as ever utter in his deep voice and his fuck-talk-phrase was followed by an extra loud THUD! as the headboard of the bed slammed against the wall with even more momentum and James could practically feel this extra-strong impact shake his own bed, while the bimbo kept on screaming and squealing with bliss, clearly still as aroused and practically begging for more as she responded equally as licentiously: "AH FUCK! YEAH! UGGH YES DADDY! GONNA FUCKING CUM AGAIIIN!" This made him feel the urge to start jerking-off again and this was exactly what he did as he couldn't withstand his rising horniness again. An in an heart-beat he was again following the debauched banging next door with as much interest as before. ° Brad had fucked Jenny for around two hours now and both had cum multiple times. While Jenny's amount of leg-shaking, squirting orgasms had been too numerous to count (he guessed it must have been two dozen at the moment), the bull had, to his delight already cum twice, once after around 30 minutes or so of brutal Mating Press fucking (he had loved this position so much that instead of switching to a different one, he had just kept banging her in that pose which had resulted in his second orgasm). Both had been of at least a gallon and had lasted for almost half a minute and already the first one had filled up Jenny to the brim with his cum, so much so that more than half had spurted out of her pussy again and covered the bed. But both hadn't mind that one bit, in fact it had only underlined their filthy sex-session. The second one had been a mix of both filling her up again as well as covering her immensely slutty, perfectly sculpted body with his cum almost glazing her like a donut. After that they had actually taken a short break as Jenny seemed to have almost reached the point of passing out after the one and a half hour mark and Brad had actually felt a bit spent after his second orgasm. To regenerate and get ready an hour or so more of hardcore fucking, they had spend twenty minutes with nothing else than cuddling and flirting and making-out a bit. It had helped as when the clock struck the hour their bed was already shaking and about to fall apart as Brad was hammering his cock into her again, this time in Doggy Style. His hand changing between holding onto her tight waist or thick, jiggly bubble-butt, as well as slapping it roughly here and there, they had proceeded to fuck in this second position for the next 20 minutes or so and were now reaching the next climax of the night. He looked down at the bimbo beneath him who he was roughly pulling towards him by holding onto her bombshell body as he was at the same time slamming forward, resulting in extra deep, extra hard and extra satisfying thrusts, which was clearly noticeable by listening to how loud Jenny reacted to them. ° CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! "Oh shit, you are so deep in me! All the way in my womb!", the bimbo screamed teasingly but with all the honesty in the world as she once again was on the brink of an orgasm. Having her fit back curved to make her ass stick up in the air slightly to make it as perfectly round as possible, her massive tits were, due to the lowness of her chest, pressing against the bed and were slightly spilling like two barely air-filled beach-balls to the side of her body, making them appear even bigger than they already were. She knew that the sight of her marvelous behind was a suited replacement for her tits, as she remembered how eagerly he had played with her perfect udders all the way through their first position and the way he just adored the view he must have had: her jiggling, massive tits, her wide-spread, athletic legs, his colossal dick disappearing in her stretched-out pussy to create that fabled cock-bulge of her toned stomach, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every womb-busting fuck-slam, the headboard and the whole bed shaking underneath his thrusts and last not but least her slutty face making all sorts of expressions while she was experiencing one orgasm after the other and throwing at him one lewd phrase after the other through when she wasn't screaming. The feeling of his cock was sensational. Due to the power of the bulls' thrusts he had managed to slam it against her cervix after only a few thrusts and half an hour late it had already burst through the boundaries of her womb. This had resulted in of her biggest orgasm to this day and any other orgasm after that had been almost as powerful, as the feeling of her having her womb crammed full with his mega-cock was out of this world. Now, fucking in Doggy, she loved the way her whole body shook with every thrust and how deep he was able to reach her insides with his cock, resulting in her spraying his cock, balls and waist full with her pussy juice every 5 minutes or so. And right now she again could feel another orgasm build up as he kept fucking her gorgeously fit, perfectly sculpted ass. ° SLAP! The fleshy sound echoed as Brad slapped the bimbos gorgeous bubble butt greedily once more, interrupting his hold over her ass for a second. It was followed by a loud grunt from the bimbo as she clearly had felt the pleasuring pain of that ass-slap. "UGH!" He made sure that he wasn't slapping her impressive behind too hard as he didn't want to make it feel unpleasant. But he knew, she loved it. That spark of a little bit of pain made the act of utterly dominating her all worth-while. She knew she was his bitch to play with and she loved every second of it as she also knew that he wouldn't go to far as everything he would do had only one goal in mind, to satisfy her as much as possible. And that worked on all levels. SLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CREAK! CLAP! CREAK! CREAK! CLAP! THUD! The steady clapping of their colliding bodies and the rhythmic thumping and creaking of the bouncing bed, still being able to somehow withstand the brutal fucking that happend on top of it, even though it's overall state grew worse and worse every second, echoed, together with her lust-filled screams, his occasional grunts and their filthy fuck-talk, in their room and must have been easily detectable in an area of at least a few hundred feet. Both knew that by now they must have had the attention of the whole nearby neighborhood and that at least a few people were eagerly following their love-making, be it only by listening to them. However, Jenny had the slight suspicion that they were being watched as well, be it through some hidden cameras, recording their bed-breaking session live and uploading it on a porn site or through small hidey-holes in the run-down walls. And that thought turned her on as, being the porn star that she was, she loved being watched. ° Brad loved the view he had. Being a great variation of the previous Mating-Press-one, Jennys jiggling butt, while not as massive as her tits, was as much of a sight to behold as well as each cheek feeling incredible between his strong, manly hands. Soft yet firm, similar to her tits but more muscular and by being smaller easier to grab onto and using them as leverage to pull her bimbo body towards him. "Ugh, yeah, bitch, you are fucking gorgeous from all angles!", he uttered, clearly excited that she looked as fine from behind as from in front. "Ugh gonna fucking cum soon if you keep this fuck-talk up, babe!" "Oh yeah? (Ugh, shit!) You gonna explode in me again like the previous time? (UGH, fuck!) Gonna fill me up the brim with your cock? UGH! Like only a real bull-stud can? AH SHIT! Yeah?" SLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! "Oh, hell yeah!" Grunt. "Gonna fill you up with buckets-full of cum until your stomach bloats and you look pregnant, bitch! Ugh. Cuz I am gonna breed a few bastards of mine right into your womb, bitch!" ° James, who had eagerly continued to eavesdrop, could only shake his head in disbelieve as he realized that the heavenly sounds were only getting better. I think they are slowly reaching an end, he thought. Nothing really suggested that, the rhythmic head-board banging, creaking and groaning of the bed, the fleshly claps of their colliding bodies and the constant screams, grunts and moans of the rutting pair as well as their consistently lewd fuck-talk was as audible and impressive as when they started to fuck a few hours ago. But something in the voice of the two strangers had made him suspicious. They clearly had been fucking for a while now and were slowly but steadily reaching a point where either one of them (or both) would need to give up, that was sure. So the question was not if they gonna stop but, when. And as much as he loved eavesdropping to the debauched noises from next-door he again felt a new orgasm rise from the depths of his body and he wasn't sure if he could survive a third orgasm in such a close time. He wasn't a bull after all. CLAP! THUD! WHAM! THUD! WHAM! CLAP! Their immensely hard fucking indeed kept on going for a while, around 30 or so more minutes, until finally, the bed itself gave finally in right when Brad had his third (and final) orgasm of the night. As Brad exploded in Jenny, filling her up as he had said, until her athletic, flat stomach ballooned out slightly from the sheer amount of cum that he pumped in her, the bull kept on fucking her with heavy thrusts, bringing Jenny together with him to a few more orgasm until his cumplosion would eventually subside. However, both Jenny and the bed just couldn't take anymore, as after one last, womb-breaking thrust the bed broke in two and collapsed, with the couple falling toward earth's chore for a second together with the bed-frame. The legs of the bed had giving in as well as pieces of the slat frame had been broken apart from the force and length of the fuck session. And Jenny, after having experienced her 30th orgasm, had just had one powerful orgasm too many and taped out. One of the hottest and most successful female porn stars laid asleep in the remnants of the bed in a room that was covered in pussy juice and cock sap and stank of sex, sweat and perfume. While James, after having shot his second load of the day, did the same thing as the bombshell next door. Realizing that things had quiet down and utterly spent, he fell asleep again. And Brad? After having filled the busty bimbo up and glazed her once more with his gallons of cum, having knocked her up with triplets, a few more bastards to his name, just left the motel room, finally spent after a while and fully satisfied for the day. His mighty muscles feeling sour and his bull-cock finally remaining soft for a change. I better call her up one day again for a second round, he thought. And with her mesmerizing tits and gorgeous face on his mind he rode off on his expensive, powerful motor-bike into the sun-rise, a smirk on his handsome, masculine face. The End (of the Prologue) (More to come in the future either about Brad, Jenny or new characters. Please, let me know what you think. I would love to hear your feedback!)
  3. PART 1 - THE HOOKER The loud noises of a king-sized bed slamming hardly against the motel wall and the squeaky sounds of a rather old mattress echoed through the, fortunately pretty empty, "Beach Side"-motel near the beach of Saint Monarch, a small but lively and pretty city near Hawaii. If some voyeur or stranger had looked into the room through one of the the windows for example, he would have seen two people on the bed who did one thing, that was quite normal for this time of year, especially on Saint Monarch: they were fucking their brains out. Well, to be one hundred percent right, mostly the man fucked was fucking the brains out of the woman underneath him. The slut screamed and moaned louder as she basically got impaled by his massively thick and incredibly large penis. Her noises could easily be interpreted as sounds of pain, but that was not the case as it could also clearly be seen that she enjoyed that rough sex session a lot only by looking at her facial expression. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was opened far, so far that her pretty and perfect white teeth reflected the light in the clear lit room. She grabbed onto the large and extremely well-built back of the stud above her with her white and long finger nails. Driven by extremely passion and satisfaction, she screamed louder once more, as she cam again: "FUCK ME!! HARDER!! FUCKING POUND MY PUSSY APART!! The girl looked like the perfect stripper and exclusive prostitute that she was: Her white, but tanned skin was covered with sweat. Her blonde, long hair moved slightly as her whole, rather short, body glided up and down the shaking bed with every slam of the mans' anaconda in her stretched out pussy. Her big eyelashes, round cheeks and her wide-open mouth with its full and large doll pink lips completed the look of her gorgeous, but slightly fake-looking face. However, that was not even the sexiest part of her body. Her large, watermelon sized tits shook with every movement and clapped against each other. They were a bit florid, as the tough hunk had slapped them with his large, strong and powerful hands a couple of times as he had played with them before he had started to pound her into the mattress. The studs' huge dick made a bulge into the woman's stomach, as he continued to howl her out. She had quite a small waist, which Mr. Hunk loved about her as he had started fucking her perfectly round bubble butt around an hour ago, as he had been holding onto her waist with both of his huge hands until he had cum in her resized asshole so much that they had to change the motel room, since so much cum had fizzed out of her filled ass and covered half of the bed. Admittedly, the bed had been destroyed in the process so it would not have made an impact on his decision anyways. "Mmmmh babe... I'm gonna cum soon!", he grunted with his very deep and penetrating voice. "I hope you can handle my pussy destroyer even when i go full force!" The bimbo shouted lustful as she answered his horny demand: "YES!! I am sure i will be!! Don´t worry! I wanna SCREAM and CUM MORE!! BREAK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY APART!" "Your order is my command, bimbo!", he utered teasingly. "Here you go doll!" With these words he started to fuck and pound into her even harder and faster. He now grabbed onto the large bed posts hardly so that he could use more of his define strength to let his prick and his whole waist blaze down with such a force, that the whole king-sized bed shook even more and seemed to fall apart any second. The bimbo reacted to his advanced fuck pace too, as she now cam with almost every new slam and almost tapped out from his inhumanly strokes. He continued to slam her reshaped pussy apart with that extremely fast and hard speed for more than half an hour, until that screaming Bimbo suddenly taped out with one last mind-blowing orgasm. Her large tongue hung out of her wide-open mouth but her eyes were closed - the large lashes could be seen clearly. The hunk stud pulled his monster cock out of her destroyed hole with loud fleshy noises (it took some seconds until his whole 21-inch pussy-breaker was shoved out of her still tight pussy). As his cock got free, it immediately got stiff again and rose up like a baguette, just thicker and larger. "God damn, she seemed to be such a perfect bimbo! I really believed she could take my cock in her tight pussy for more than 2 hours!", the stud said to himself, while he clearly looked a bit upset. "I think i just hammered into her to good!", he said with a grin on his face. Shrugging, he grabbed his prick with both of his huge hands while stroking it a bit. "I need a new bimbo!", he thought to himself, got up and put on his White T-Shirt, that underlined every one of his define muscles, and that black sweatpants that could almost hide his incredibly large penis and his coconut sized balls. He looked at the Bimbo one last time. "You did a good job", he said with an even bigger smirk on his face and left the hotel room. ________________________________________ PART 2 - THE FAVOURITE (Nikky) He was usually fucking a few bimbos per day, and with his massive cock and incredibly muscular and immensely strong body he was expecting for few of them to not be able to handle him for very long. So, when the gorgeous, fit, very promising bimbo underneath him had passed out in sheer orgasmic bliss, he was a bit disappointed but not surprised. Especially, since he always has a back-up-plan: While he loved fucking and resizing new bimbos, he also had a around five bimbo sluts that he was frequently fucking. They were practically the elite of Bimbo Doll and were both able to take his whole cock for more than an hour and also survive his bed-breaking fuck-slams without passing out. So he picked-up his phone and messaged one his favourite of the Five: Nikky Cummings, a 25 years old, 5'5'' tall, 125lbs fitness bimbo with platinum blonde hair, a very fit, yet slender and ultra-feminine hourglass-body, a tight, perky, jiggly bubblebutt (the result of hundreds upon hundreds of hours in the gym), a slender yet toned waist, a gorgeous face and (most importantly) incredibly large and perfect tits (the last time he had measured them they had been about 32HH). He messaged her to come see him at his penthouse suite that he was renting. She knew that place already as he only about a week ago had fucked her there; having resulted in him having to order a new bed for the suite and her leaving the penthouse unable to walk straight for a few days. "omg, yes, cant wait, daddy!", she replied, followed by a lips emoji and the one that has hearts for eyes. They had quickly met up and when He saw her standing there in front of him, all dolled up and ready to fuck, he couldn't hold back anymore and just picked her up and they started making-out passionately like the two perfect people they were. When the elevator to his suite had finally arrived on the top floor Nikky's dress was already half-way stripped-off and his T-shirt covered in lipstick marks. His lust and passion to just pound a perfect bimbo got once again a hold of him, when the elevator doors opened. So, he - the busty babe in his hands - just walked with her straight to the large bed chamber and simply threw her on the massive, reinforced king-sized bed. "Get ready for a proper fuck, Nikky. I am gonna pound your brains out, slut!", he uttered with passion, almost grunting it. She smiled excited up at him as she equally filled with lust and passion and the animalistic urge to just breed. "Oh, yes! Please! Fucking give it to me you bull-stud!" So, unsurprisingly, a few minutes later the neighbours had to once again listen to the rhythmic, hard-hitting wooden THUMPs! and SQUEAKs! of the bed banging against the wall, followed by the squeals and screams of the orgasming bimbo, His occasional very deep grunts and their very smutty fuck-talk that echoed through the whole building. He just loved ploughing bimbos into a bouncing bed, using his incredible strength, exquisite technique and massive cock-size to just hammer-out the orgasms of the sluts underneath him, making them scream and cum on his cock as it penetrated their cervixes . In addition, in this position he could perfectly use the bed to his advantage , as this way it was easy to choose a mixture of both putting an incredible amount of strength behind ever thrust while relying on gravity to help him just throw his muscular waist down into the shaking bed. He was still mostly unsatisfied, so as a result, it was rather unsurprising that the moment the slut had lied down on the bed had asked her to spread those beautiful legs of hers wide in a perfect V-split. While she was kind of used to just being pounded into the bed by the stud, as he had done so multiple times already, she still was always founding herself cumming and screaming in satisfaction the same amount as every other session before - with the only difference that she was starting to like it more and more as she was getting even more satisfied with every new inch that he managed to thrust into her. This didn't mean, however, that they weren't enjoying different positions as well, though. In fact, every position was pretty much as pleasing and just incredible like any other other, as he was perfectly versed in every one of them. However, the Mating Press was still his favourite, and he just loved fucking and breeding bimbos in that position. "Only half an hour ago I was reshaping that new busty bimbo I have met at the gym... But when I was finally approaching my second orgasm she taped out... I guess I had over-done it.", he admitted to her, as she was getting ready to position his mighty cock. "Again?... You maybe hold back ... A bit... Next time... On a new girl.", she suggested with a playful but honest gesture. "Yeah... Her body and tits were so hot, though", he countered, taking a hold of her thighs next to her gorgeous head. "Like mine?", she asked him teasingly as she jiggled them playfully. "Hell yeah", he admitted, but then a big smirk appeared on his masculine face as he had finished aligning himself with her. He had to slide his muscular hips back as he was making himself ready to start slamming into her. "But you are even hotter, babe!", he concluded and on cue he thew his hips forward with all the strength it could muster. WHAM!, the bed shook loudly as he threw his body into the bed and thrusted his cock deep into her pussy, reaching her cervix with one massive slam as it reshaped her otherwise always-tight pussy with ease - his massive, low-hanging balls were slapping against her bubble-butt and he grunted excitedly ("Ugh, oh yeah"). While she could only scream out a high-pitched squeal ("AAhh, FUCK YEAH!") as she orgasmed for the first time right there on the spot. She was that type of bimbo who didn't need any warm-up or resizing. To be honest, none of the bimbos he had fucked had ever needed that. Or they might have needed it, but he hadn't cared as the best way to make a slut cum her brains out - in his experience - was, to start fucking her hard like a freight train and keep fucking her until she either passed out with satisfaction or the bed was broken or until he was spent - though that had never happened before and probably would never come to pass. And while he hadn't yet managed to fit his whole bitch-breaking cock into her just yet after these few starter-thrusts, he was impressed by how much already he had fitted in her tight cunt, as two thirds of his massive bull-cock (16 massive inches) he had been able to bury into her with every cervix-pounding thrust. This, unsurprisingly seemed to do the trick as he could feel her erupting in orgasm every other minute or so. And speaking of satisfied, his newest fuck-doll was voicing her satisfaction by screaming and groaning out loud, while she still managed to talk dirty back to him, seemingly to both try to encourage him to keep making him slam into her like a freight-train as the bed kept thumping and groaning under the sheer power of his thrusts, as well as a way of releasing all the lust and utter satisfaction she was feeling: "Oh SHIT!" THUMP! PLAP! WHAM! THUD! "Daddy! You are SO FUCKING DEEP INSIDEEE OF MEE!" THUMP! WHAM! SQUEAK"YESS!!" THUD! WHAM! "AAH! FUCK!" THUMP! PLAP! "UGH! I am so fuckKKINAAGGHHH -" KA-WHAM!! "-SO FUCKING CUMMING!!!" He responded with similarly luscious and filthy fuck-talk responses, though he definitely had less of a problem of forming full sentences. However, the incredible strength behind his thrusts and their steady, perfected rhythm did make him start to sweat and grunt as he could feel his adrenaline, lust and sheer power pass through his whole body. And while he was giving her almost everything he had, he didnt feel any form of tiredness as both in bed and outside he had a near endless stamina. Hence after these few minutes he wasn't even close with being done. He hadn't even cum once yet - however, granted, unloading his monster always took some time and some serious effort. "Yeah, take me fucking dick, bitch!" SQUEAK! WHAM! THUD! "That's right, GRR! Just like that!" WHAM! PLAP! THUMP! "Cum on this bull-stud-cock!" He continued to grunt as he felt his cock slam forward into her, a few inches further than before as her pussy was slowly getting used to his bull-cock (once more). His massive hands were next to her gorgeous face, which was contorted in orgasm, using his strong fingers and beefy arms to support his torso to make his upper body be a few inches away from the bed and slightly upwards so he could fully put his strong hips and muscular ass to good use and also be able to basically throw himself into her, resulting in an even harder way of fucking her. "Ugh yeah!" THUD! SQUEAK! WHAM! "About to reach your womb, babe!", he proclaimed almost jubilantly, resulting in him to increase the tempo and strength even more, resulting in her erupting even more on his cock: "AH SHIT! UGH FUCK YEAH!" The king-sized bed shook and groaned audible whenever it banged against the wall in a constant rhythm as if it wanted to accompany the wet PLAPs! and SLAPs! of his cock thrusting into her their increasingly smutty fuck-talk and their almost animalistic passionate grunting, moaning and screaming to form a symphony of pure and utter fucking.
  4. Daladon was on his way home from one of the worst days he’s ever had when he stumbled upon a cart vendor with potions, clothes, and other goods. Daladon is in for a surprise when he meets the owner of the shop and see’s what some of these goods are capable of. From Small Beginnings The bell rang through the halls of the Marian Smith factory as Daladon Pentorn breathed a sigh of relief that the day had finally ended. “Freedom at last,” exhaled the exhausted human. Standing up from his desk, he grabbed his worker’s jacket and headed to the door, “I thought today would never end.” He pushed his way past many factory workers that out sized him, but he ducked and squeezed through the big muscular men in the crowd making his way outside. Walking towards the town square as the sunset painted the sky around him, Daladon rubbed his eyes as the lanterns in town began to light up. “Dal! Wait up!” called a large half-orc stumbling out of the factory. Daladon turned his head and saw his friend Brucelog Gondar running towards him. The 6’3 half-orc had plenty of muscle packed onto his frame, and a sizable midsection poking out from below his white undershirt. “Go away Bruce. I’m not in the mood tonig-HEY!” Daladon was caught off guard as Bruce grabbed his torso and hoisted Daladon up onto his shoulders. “Bruce, put me down! Today sucked and I just want to go home.” “I’m just your giant transport service. We’re going out. We need some drinks after today,” said Bruce as he sauntered off into town with his smaller friend on his shoulders. “And I already heard what happened. My dad let me in on everything. He told me that you might’ve misread a measurement on a giant’s breast plate and now we have to waste a lot of metal remaking it,” said Bruce as he turned right towards the local tavern, Triple B’s. “One, you’re not a giant so stop carrying me around. Two, I’m not in the mood to go out tonight. And three, that 8 looked like a 9,” said Daladon as he steadied himself on his new elevated position. “While I agree with you Dal that it did look like a nine, 80 feet long and 90 feet long makes a BIG difference in what we’re building.” Daladon grimaced a bit and sat back on his friend's broad shoulders as they rounded the corner. “At least take me home and let me change. I don’t want to go out in my work clothes,” said Daladon as he pulled his friend’s black hair. “Ouch, fine. I’ll put you down. But you’d better come back out. No “Oh I’m tired and wanna be alone” crap. Come be with your friends. Kimlen even said he’d come out tonight. Plus Jaren and Siv told me that there’s a private party in the back room that they can get us into.” Bruce grabbed Daladon’s hips and put him down at the entrance to the tavern. “I’d better be seeing you soon,” stated Bruce as the tall half-orc walked through the wide double doors. Daladon looked into the tavern at the candle lights inside, lighting up with energy and the sound of coins clinking against wood faded away as he turned towards a shortcut home. Daladon sat with his thoughts as he walked back behind a few houses with their lights off. Making his way to a dirt path back to his house. Most people were already home in bed at this hour, but his boss made him stay until the final bell of the workday rang due to his performance today. He gazed out onto the mountains on the edge of town and he saw a few torch lights moving up the steep ridges. Despite being many miles away, Daladon could see every subtle move the giant climbing the mountain side made. It helped when the torch the giant was carrying was a tree he plucked from the Earth. As he locked eyes with the flame quickly disappearing over the peak of the mountain in the distance, Daladon’s cheek was met with sharp pain as he ran into the back of a cart. With a loud thud, Daladon hit the ground and rubbed his head. “Damn, where’d this come from?” He sat up and looked at a wooden cart blocking his path home. Daladon stumbled up to his feet and walked to the other side of the cart to where a sales window sat. “Hey buddy, you’re not allowed to park carts on these paths,” said Daladon as he looked inside the window. But much to his surprise, it was completely abandoned. Only a few crates scattered here and there on the floor with dust collecting. “Sorry about that!” called a voice from back where Daladon came. “I’m right here. Sorry, I just put my cart there for a second so I could find where I needed to set up shop. ” Daladon sighed then started walking out to the side of the cart where the voice was coming from. “It’s okay, I just wasn’t paying attention to wher-” Daladon stopped immediately in his tracks and stared at a massive man bounding towards him. Not only was he probably 20 feet tall, he looked as big as a whale with how much fat was on him. His tight blue shirt exaggerated every jiggle and jostle his belly made as he screeched to a stop in front of Daladon. “Yeah, but still, I am parked illegally. I’m a bit turned around. I just got here a few minutes ago and I am already lost,” said the giant as he casually picked up the cart and hoisted it onto his shoulders like it was nothing. “Hi, I’m Sam, the Sizemologist,” said the giant with a smile as he threw his cart like a hammer throw towards Triple B’s. With a light bounce off the ground, the cart landed perfectly next to the tavern. “Bullseye.” “You’re a- a- a-” stuttered Daladon as he looked up and up at Sam as his belly eclipsed most of his view. “Oh yeah, sorry. Forgot this far away from the city, you don’t see many people like me.” The big man waved his hand a bit and suddenly his size started to diminish away. His belly receded into his clothes as his bright blue shirt stayed taut against him. Sam’s face came more into Daladon’s view as he shrunk down in height as well. His elven features became more and more apparent as the fat drained away. His platinum blonde hair stuck out of his hat and curled around his pointy ears as he stopped shrinking himself. Landing at about 6 feet tall with a nice beer gut on him. “And before you say it, no I’m not a giant or a gainer.” Sam walked past Daladon whose face was still frozen with excitement, lust, and fear all at once. “But you were just like 50 feet tall or something. And had a belly bigger than my whole body,” said Daladon as he turned to see Sam walk back towards his cart. “I don’t get my size like most people around here do,” said Sam as he gestured Daladon to his side. “But I am sorry that you hit my cart. I didn’t think I had parked it anywhere that might get hit by someone. But I guess this is a chance for you to see my stock. Here, why don’t you come in and I can show you what I got. Maybe even get you a drink on me,” said Sam as he disappeared and walked behind the cart. “Thanks uh Sam was it? But I really do need to get going. I promised my friends I’d meet them out at Triple B’s after I went home and changed. And I really need to feed my chinchillape. He’s been home all day,” said Daladon as he resumed walking along the path towards his house. “No no no, come in. I insist. Besides, I’m working Triple B’s tonight. I can give you something to wear so you won’t be late. It’s just like you took a bit of a detour. And now your chinchillape will be fed and thinks you’re there with him now,” said Sam with a snap as he quickly walked back to Daladon and put his arm around his shoulder, ushering him behind the cart. “And I might just have something in my shop that you’ll absolutely love.” Even at his shrunken size, Sam easily pushed the 5’5 skinny Daladon into the cart. When Daladon stepped up into the cart, he was apprehensive about going in since the cart didn’t even look big enough to fit Sam’s belly alone inside. But to his surprise, he walked into a room almost bigger than his own tiny home. “Woah, this place is massive.” The ceilings were 20 feet high above his head and there were shelves full of boxes all around them. “Sorry about the mess. I packed up my shop in a bit of a rush earlier so I haven’t had much time to make things look nice,” said Sam as he shut the door behind Daladon. A snap rang through the room and suddenly, the boxes vanished and were replaced with bright shiny jars with various colorful liquids sloshing around inside. Daladon’s eyes lit up with amazement as the room went from an empty warehouse to a lively storefront. Lights began to string along the shelves connecting them as signs fell down from the ceiling reading Eat Me and Does This Make Me Look Big?. “So, are you some kind of magician or something?” asked Daladon as he walked forward and browsed the shelves. “A sorcerer actually. And a pretty good one at that,” said Sam as his smaller, but still substantially sized belly pushed into Daladon’s back as he walked by. “But that’s only a side hustle to my true love. Alchemy.” Sam grabbed a couple of glass bottles off the top of a shelf and an empty glass jar. Daladon looked at the big man now walking behind a bar and watched intrigued as he poured orange and green liquids into the jar. “Aren’t all the sorcerers supposed to be in Sizeopolis? I didn’t know y’all were allowed to leave.” Daladon wandered around the big room as the brown mixture changed colors to a dark purple in Sam’s hand. “Most of us train there, but we aren’t required to stay,” said Sam as he sprinkled little green flecks down onto the drink. “After we complete our apprenticeship, we’re free to travel the world spreading size and magic to everyone. Or at least that’s what the administration says we should do. But many do stay in Sizeopolis after they graduate for all the jobs they offer magic users there.” Sam stirred the mixture as the specs of green dissolved and the mixture turned white. Daladon continued to look around the shop in amazement at all of the different items that must be magical. A jewelry section lined with necklaces and earrings with beautiful crystals sprouting from them. Plenty of rings on display varying in size from a normal sized ring to a hula hoop sized one. “Do you get a lot of giants buying wedding rings in your shop?” asked Daladon. “Uh…sure,” said Sam as he garnished the drink with a pink flower. Sliding it towards the edge of the bar, he grabbed a bottle with a blue liquid out from behind the bar with his other hand. “I have one funergy drink for…sorry, I just realized I never got your name.” “My name is Daladon. Daladon Pentorn,” said Daladon as he walked away from a purple silk nightgown shimmering in the lights. “Nice to meet you Daladon. Consider this one on the house as an “I'm sorry for parking my cart somewhere I wasn’t supposed to” apology drink.” Daladon grabbed the glass from the bar and took a sip. “Mmm, this is delicious!” Daladon put the glass to his lips and started to drink up the white liquid until the glass was empty. “What was that stuff?” “A funergy drink. It doesn’t take magic for me to tell that you’re beating yourself up about something,” said Sam as he waddled around the back of the bar. “Sit a spell. Tell Big Sammy about your troubles URP!” Sam let out a belch before taking another swig of his drink and keeping the bottle in his mouth so he could grab a few crates out from under the bar. “It’s just work. I work at the Marian Smith factory in Grimford and I hate my damn job. I don’t like it, I’m not good at it, nobody there thinks I'm right for the position, it’s just a terrible set of circumstances,” said Daladon as he sat down at the bar. Running his hands through his short dirty blonde hair. “From what I’ve heard, Marian Smith factories change drastically depending on what managers you have. Maybe you could go to a different location,” said Sam as he downed the last bit of his bottle. “I would, but I don’t like the work. I don’t want to be a factory foreman for the rest of my life.” “Then quit. Sounds like you’ll be a lot happier for it. And you won’t need a funergy drink to get you to go out with your friends.” Sam started unboxing the crates to reveal large jugs labeled Big Dick Energy with a cartoonish twink holding a bottle up against his impressive bulge packed tightly into a cyan colored speedo. “I can’t. The job pays too well for me to leave. Especially in this economy,” said Daladon as he massaged the back of his sore neck. “Besides, businesses are shutting down left and right around here. It’s not like there’s a good option to go to if I do quit.” “You could always be a traveling salesman. I’ve found it’s not a boring job in the slightest.” Sam grabbed another crate and unloaded some more jugs. This time labeled Big Ass Energy with a similar twink now turned to the side the bottle perched on his huge ass in a speedo. “Yeah, but I’m not a powerful wizard from the big city who can conjure size from nothing,” said Daladon. He picked up one of the jugs and started to read the small print on the back. “I’m a Sorcerer. There is a difference. Wizards are very cliquey and kind of snotty.” Sam grabbed a final crate and unloaded another set of jugs labeled Big Bara Energy with the same twink on the bottle now looking like a twunk with his big bicep balancing a bottle on it. “And I can’t conjure size from nothing. Like I said before, I’m not a giant or a gainer. I use magic to change my size.” “What’s the difference? All I know is you were like 10 times my size and shrank right in front of me to a normal size. I assume you can grow to that size again if you wanted to. So if it looks like a giant, it is the size of a giant, I’m gonna say you’re a giant Sam.” Sam rolled his eyes a little as he set all of the jugs down on the edge of the bar. “I mean yes, I was the size of a giant, but I don’t belong to the giants. I can’t just grow or shrink my height because I want to. I have to focus on a spell to shrink me down.” “But you didn’t say anything before. You just shrank.” “That’s just because that small of size manipulation can be done with a simple flick of the wrist.” “That’s a small spell? But you were so big.” “I wasn’t THAT big. At least not compared to the giants I’ve seen in Hitclo or Sizeopolis.” “It’s clear you don’t get out around these parts often. We don’t have any giants in Grimford. Or at least any that stay in town for long. Most shrink down to get their deliveries and are off back to Hitclo or wherever they’re going. The tallest guy that stays in town is my friend Jaren and he’s 7’6,” said Daladon as he started to twist the top off of the bottle of Big Ass Energy before getting swatted by Sam. “No drinking these. These are for a private party,” said Sam as he placed a final jug on the bar. “You probably want to set that down by the way. And maybe stand back.” Daladon frantically put the jug next to the others and got up from his bar stool as Sam began to circle his arms over the jugs. “Animatré grandonta meriandé! Animatré grandonta meriandé!” Sam started to chant and Daladon saw yellow sparks forming on Sam’s finger tips before cinders fell down onto the jugs below. Daladon braced himself and rushed behind a display of cakes, cookies, and muffins that read Eat Me in icing on them. When Sam stopped chanting, Daladon watched and waited for something to happen. “You didn’t have to step back like that. Nothing’s gonna explode. Not yet at least,” chuckled Sam. Daladon emerged from his hiding spot looking intently at the jugs. Walking back, Daladon could tell something was different about them, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. “A big light show for better booze for the guests?” “Give it a second. Just watch.” Sam smiled and turned one of the jugs to face Daladon. Looking closer, Daladon saw the twink on the jug now waving at him. “Awe, that’s cute,” said Daladon as he waved back to the tiny label twink. The twink then grabbed the sides of the label and pulled himself out of it. Daladon’s eyes nearly gouged out of his head as he saw more little men jumping out of all the big jugs and onto the floor. “Well would you look at that. Finally, someone who’s shorter than me,” said Daladon with a satisfied smirk on his face, staring down at the little men that were maybe 8 inches tall. “Wanna bet?” chuckled Sam again as he peered over the counter at the 12 little men standing on the ground. “Come on guys. Up and at ‘em.” The twinks all looked at each other and smiled as each one began to grow. Looking down at the twinks, Daladon stared in shock as the twinks that couldn't even reach his knees were now growing up to his waistline. “They get bigger too?” asked Daladon as the twinks swelled up higher and higher. Now level with Daladon’s nipples. “Indeed they do. And you haven’t even seen the best part,” said Sam as the twinks continued to grow. Each one fighting for space near the bar as their bodies expanded up to Daladon’s neckline. Daladon stepped back as they reached his height and didn't stop getting taller. The room was getting more and more cramped by the second as 12 large men started to crowd around the bar. Growing up and up and up until settling at 6’8 towering over Daladon. “Well, I guess I’m the shortest again. That didn’t last long,” sighed Daladon as he admired the big men in their very tight speedos. “And we’re gonna be specific tonight boys so get your best assets ready.” All of the men let out some moans as their bodies started to change again. Daladon looked at all the men surrounding him and realized what Sam meant by assets. Each man started growing differently depending on which bottle they came from. The Big Dick Energy twinks’ speedos started to stretch as their cocks elongated in them. The dick print became more and more prominent until the sides were bowing forward to accommodate the growing python and two orange sized balls under it. Looking at some of the others, one of them was getting pumped full of muscle as his toned swimmer’s body blew up to bodybuilder levels of big. His pecs inflated out towards Daladon’s face. His biceps were getting pushed away from his torso because of their massive size. His legs got separated as his quads swelled into each other. A row of abs appearing right above the defined 6-pack that already was there. He was turning into a mass monster. “Excellent guys. You all look fantastic. Now head in there and you’ll meet, oh what was his name, hold on.” Sam ruffled through a few stacks of paper behind the bar as Daladon gawked at the sexy men around him. “Ah ha! Found it. Go find a guy named Siv Drucian. He’ll help you guys get set up.” The boys all nodded at Sam and then started walking past Daladon going to other parts of the shop to get various bottles and cases of potions. Their big bulging bodies bumped into him as they walked past. Especially the ones whose hips had widened. Daladon turned his neck to watch an ass with cheeks the size of basketballs walk by and he was practically drooling over him. Their speedos looked more like thongs with how much strain they were putting on them. “Wow, they’re gonna be serving us at that private party at Triple B’s? I think I’m now much more willing to go out tonight,” said Daladon as he stared at the big men sauntering out of the shop. “No, that's just the funergy kicking in,” said Sam. “Oh and Ricardo, see me before the event starts for the specialty drinks tonight.” One of the hunks on his way out waved at Sam and ducked out the door. “So will those guys be selling your potions tonight?” asked Daladon, retaking his seat at the bar with a noticeable bulge at attention in his pants. “Indeed they will. They’ll be your cock and tail waiters tonight ready to give out some specialty potions requested by our employer. And if you think that they’re great now, you should see them when we’re hired as performers,” said Sam as the last one squeezed his wide hips out the door and shut it behind him. “Damn. Now I wanna tell my friend not to perform tonight so I can watch them.” “Your friend is working this party?” asked Sam as he looked up from collecting more bottles of potions. “A couple of them actually. Siv, the guy your boys are meeting, he’s one of my friends. Love that guy.” “He’s the one performing?” “No, he’s just the bartender. My friend Jaren is the one performing.” “Oh yes, the giant boy. Well knowing who we’re serving tonight, I’m sure they’ll love a guy that big,” said Sam as he walked out from the bar. “And if your bartender friend needs any help with the drinks, I can make just about anything. And what I can’t make, I can conjure. Now I do believe I also told you I’d get you something to wear for tonight.” Sam wiggled his fingers and the sign that read Does This Make Me Look Big? lit up. “I don’t know Sam. I don’t really have the size to call anything about me big,” said Daladon, looking down at his fairly average body. “Nonsense. Anything can be big. You might feel small right now, but I’ve met men that live life at a fraction of your size. As well as men who live life bigger than entire planets.” Sam pat Daladon on the back and led him through the shop. “But maybe I could give you a little bit of an upgrade if that funergy drink didn’t get you one hundred percent ready for tonight.” Reams of fabric started flying off the walls into Sam’s hands as he occasionally muttered something to himself. “Now what size do you want?” “Well I wear a small shirt and have about a-“ “I didn’t ask what size do you wear, I asked what size do you want?” Daladon stopped in his tracks once Sam sat down at a sewing station. “You could make me bigger?” “That’s what I do. It’s what I LIVE for. Now tell me, what kind of body do you want to have tonight?” Sam started cutting bright blue fabric and mumbling things under his breath again. “Um, I don’t know. I definitely could be taller. Maybe a bit of muscle, but not like aggressive muscles. A bit of fat is fine. Ooo actually a belly would be nice. Maybe not one as big as yours though.” Daladon paced behind Sam and continued to ramble off parameters for what he wanted his body to be. “I’ve got limited fabric here so I can’t do all of that, but I think I’ve got a good snapshot of what you want.” Bright blue fabric started to unfurl around them and sewing needles flew through the air. Sam’s muttering began to get louder and louder into a full blown chant. “Exeto incantrabe god petsha yunn marcotauph!” Sam shouted aggressively and raised his arms into the air again. Scissors started slicing through fabric followed by needles threading in and out, connecting everything together. Daladon watched in disbelief as reams of fabric spun around them creating a vortex. But Daladon’s smile began to fade when a blue singlet formed before his very eyes with a weird patch of yellow fabric on the left pec. “A singlet? Really? Sure, you’ve got your cock and tail waiters that look like they’re models in Sizeopolis, but I don’t think that’s my style Sam.” Daladon walked to put his hand on Sam’s back on the chair while the singlet floated down. “The magic you have to say with words takes a second. Here, go try it on and then tell me if you got anything like it at home.” Sam sat up and handed Daladon the singlet. “It does look like you got the measurements right,” said Daladon as he held it up to his body. “Trust me. I always get the measurements right.” Daladon turned to go to the dressing room where he slid the curtain shut and started undressing from his work clothes. Daladon held the singlet up to him once he was just wearing his underwear. After taking a deep breath, Daladon brought the singlet down to put his legs in. Pulling the singlet up and pushing his arms through the holes, Daladon looked at himself in the mirror. “Maybe a little tight,” said Daladon as he tugged the straps up to be perched on his traps. “Give it a second!” shouted Sam as the yellow patch on Daladon’s left pec began to shine. Daladon let out a small moan as a shiver ran through his body. He felt his cock immediately start twitching as a warmth flooded his system. Daladon’s body began to expand with size. It was very small and unnoticeable at first, but Daladon could feel the sides of the singlet digging into him a bit. Looking down at himself, he saw his pecs blowing up under the blue fabric. Daladon couldn’t help but grope his chest and feel the muscle that was forming on his chest. The straps dug into his shoulders as his traps and neck thickened. He looked to his side and saw the strap of the singlet extending out into a sleeve around his growing arms. As the sleeves formed, he could feel his biceps pushing back against the fabric as they swelled with size. Daladon was pulled away by a new sensation. The fabric around his crotch was getting tighter and tighter. He could feel his dick fighting for space in the singlet as the underwear inside snapped. Unable to hang on due to his widening hips. Daladon moaned again, his cock now free to surge up in size. He looked down at his remarkable bulge he sported now. Pulsing with life, the beast swelled bigger and bigger with every heartbeat. Extending out to 10 inches long with balls as big as eggs and still growing. He also saw the fabric around his legs receding into the singlet. Cutting itself off to look like booty shorts, strangling his massive quads inside them. The last of his underwear sliding down the pant leg in tatters on the floor. Turning to the side and looking in the mirror in front of him, Daladon got a great view of his dump truck ass. Grabbing the big cheek, it felt heavy as he shook it. He couldn’t help but feel himself get hard over how huge he was getting. He smacked his ass and practically moaned when he saw the ripples cascading along the fabric. He stopped admiring himself as the singlet’s fabric started to recede again. This time it moved upwards from his waist, exposing his belly button that started to swell out in front of him. His once flat stomach rounding out as he heard a gurgle emit from his belly. He reached down to pat his swelling orb of a belly and ran his hands along it. Feeling how expansive it was. The fabric stopped just under his textbook sized pecs as the yellow patch of fabric started to fold and morph into an S symbol. And it wasn’t just an ordinary S on the outfit, it sported a curled bicep on the top right tail, a couple of moobs followed by a heavy belly as the curve on the left side, a perfectly round belly on the right curve, and a massive cock as the bottom tail of the S. “Woah,” said Daladon. He couldn’t believe the sight before him. He stood there looking like he was out of his own wet dream. Not only had the singlet made him bigger, it also had heightened his other features. He now sported a nice square jaw line as well as bright blonde styled hair. The singlet itself had morphed into a top that covered Daladon’s chest with long sleeves on his arms that had holes over where the peak of his bowling ball sized biceps were. He could barely see the booty shorts he was wearing below his pecs and belly, but looking in the mirror, they left nothing to the imagination. The blue fabric accentuated his cock and balls perfectly. Making them look absolutely stuffed in the shorts. And after seeing how much size he got in his ass, he guessed the entire outfit was fighting for dear life to contain his size. “Well don’t leave me in suspense! Come out!” called a giddy Sam. Daladon turned and walked out of the dressing room to see Sam smiling up at him. “Damn I’m good,” mused Sam as he let out a whistle looking Daladon up and down. Daladon’s already big smile grew even bigger as he realized he’d grown taller too. Before, he was eye level with Sam’s pecs, but now Sam was eye level with Daladon’s. “This is incredible! Thank you, thank you, thank you Sam!” shouted Daladon. Running up to Sam and crouching down to give the big man a hug only to hoist him up into the air with glee. “You’re welcome, big guy. Now, go have fun with your friends. Enjoy your night,” said Sam as Daladon released him from his tight grip. “I’ll be sure to tell my friends to tip your boys well tonight,” said Daladon as his heavy footfalls shook the whole shop. “Don’t worry about it. We’re already getting paid handsomely by whoever’s throwing this party. But I’ll see you in there.” Sam winked at Daladon and Daladon threw the door to the shop open and ducked out of the shop, but not before squeezing his hips out. Smiling to himself, Sam turned and waddled back to the bar and began making drinks for tonight.
  5. I was forgetting that it's set in 2020! https://archive2007.muscle-growth.org/stories/422.html
  6. LionBUff

    Stuck Inside

    Stuck Inside By: LionBUff Jake woke up to splitting pains running through his waist. He was a male fox that weighed nearly four times as much as the average fox. His hips felt like they had been crushed by a train and his testicles felt like they had been milked until they were raisins between his legs. He couldn't even feel his cock at all. He opened his eyes and looked down. Jake had been working out his whole life, he never skipped a day at the gym, he never went easy on himself, and it showed. He slowly and gently ran his paw down his peaking line of stomach muscles and softly grabbed his testicles and rubbed them in circles while pulling them towards him. Jake treated his sore orbs as if they would fall from the next gust of wind blowing against them. He couldn’t help but notice a strong feminine scent as he rubbed his painful genitals. He looked around the room as his tired and watery eyes adjusted to the morning light. He noticed a female fox on his bed. He must have met her at the gym because she was just as fit as him. Finding someone as well fit as her would have been near impossible at any old bar. Her body was more than defined in all the right places. He noticed a pool of white dripping from the center of her legs. Her feminine cave looked like a mouth vomiting a cow's worth of milk. Jake wondered if she, for some reason, spilled milk just above her vagina and let it drip down her lower lips and onto the bed. Or maybe the slimy white goo was lotion she rubbed between her legs to soothe an unbearable level of stretching her genitals had never taken before. He figured that this was closer to the truth than he probably realized. As he inspected her round figure for clues he noticed her arms stuck behind her head. Jake didn't think anything of this mildly uncomfortable-looking sleeping position till he noticed a shine from behind her head that looked like she was wearing a silver bracelet. He soon discovered that the bracelet was actually a pair of handcuffs linked to the bed frame. His eyes adjusted and a black mass on her left (from his view) breast. He wiped the watery haze off of his eyes to get a better look. The black mass was a tattoo that read "SARAH" with her nipple in the center of the "R." The SARAH tattoo covered the top half of her left the longways. The tattoo looked like it could be fake as multiple fingerprints were smearing the bottom of the word. He assumed that this was her name because no hearts or romantic decorations were hinting at any lover connections. The font resembled old English which reminded him of Shakespeare but there were no hearts or anything else. He felt bad for Sarah and got up to look for the key. He wasn't quiet about it at all hoping she would wake up to find this massive male doing his best to free her. He knew how scared he would be in her shoes. He first checked their clothing. He checked his obviously too small for him gym shorts and found nothing. He checked inside a pair of cheap knock off high heals bedazzled in pink and dark red velvet cheap jewels to find nothing. The noise of him throwing the few clothes they had on the floor woke her up. Sarah opened her eyes to see Jake searching through her clothes. She was too tired to say anything. She couldn't let out anything more than a soft startled moan. Jake heard the quiet moan and immediately felt bad for her. If the white puddle soaking her vagina was the lotion he thought it was, and if her memory was half as hazy as his, she must be terrified. "I'm just trying to find the key to set you free I swear!" Jake wanted to be as calming and peaceful as possible. "Eh... thanks." Sarah started feeling the handcuffs as she found herself unable to move everything above her belly button. "You don't remember where it is... do you?" Jake asked Sarah staring at the white mess between her legs. She tried to think about last night and any little detail she could remember. This thinking helped her wake up. The more awake she felt, the more she noticed a stabbing sensation in her uterus. Deep against the right (from Jake's view) side of her womb was an uncomfortable series of small points poking her inner body. It wasn't the most painful thing her womb had felt by a long shot, she had taken many objects and many men many times bigger than those objects. However, she knew that the series of slightly sharp stabbing pains was the same size and texture of a key. She shook her waist around to loosen the object. The smooth sides of the small object bouncing around further confirmed her fears. It had to be a key. "In here," she said just loud enough to catch Jake's attention. He turned around to see Sarah displaying herself. The white droplets flew off as she flexed and danced her feminine cave as if to clean it off for him. "WHAT?" He had an idea of what she was saying but he assumed that she just wanted a quick wave of pleasure before he finished looking. He was worried she just wanted him to stick himself in and calm her nerves for a little. "It's in here, I can feel the key rubbing against my guts." Sarah was secretly worried that the key hiding that deep inside of her would be an issue. She thought it would be impossible to get it out. Those fears washed away as her internal bodily fluids lubricated the path to the key in response this his own genitals preparing to retrieve the key... stretching to a throbbing length that would be more than enough. If anything, he would push it in further. Even if he did push it further, Sarah thought, Jake would open her up so wide the key was guaranteed to fall out. He may even gap her entrance open so much that her ovaries would drop out too. "It's up inside... inside... you?" Jake rubbed his sore balls with his hands signaling for them to recover as quickly as possible. His cock went from mostly soft to a partially firm noodle... one that was clearly wet but had some strength to it. His body wasn't sure how hard jake should be but it was preparing itself. "See for yourself... if you think you can get up there that deep?" Jake felt his knees and head lighten and his cock gained what felt like half a pound of blood. His veins around his cock flexed out. Jake grew a third arm that was ready to fetch that key and free Sarah. Jake knew standing around and watching Sarah was a waste of time. He just hoped whatever lotion was puddling under the vagina bouncing in front of him wouldn't stain his sheets. He crawled onto the bed and aligned his muscular well-fit figure with her equally well fit body. Sarah opened her legs until her thighs nearly made a perfect line. She pushed her feet into the bed and raised her opening up to him. She was ready to get off the bed but was also ready to see just how wide she could open up. she wanted to feel the morning air soothing her body wherever it was stabbing her. She felt like she could absorb a cruise ship. She felt like she was taking a cruise ship. She felt herself opening her legs beyond a split. Her breathing was interrupted by a pulsing mass pushing her lungs into her chest. Her chest was big enough to hold her lungs, and she felt like it would as jake slid it. Sarah thought a horse was punching her vagina... in fact... she wished she was taking a horse. Jake was worried that he would only push the key deeper while he slid further and further with multiple inches to go until his knot touched her at all. He was worried until his knot made its presence known with a tremendous slap followed by Sarah vocalizing her hormones taking over. Jake couldn't feel anything except Sarah's vaginal cave gripping the life out of his dick. "Am I close," He asked swinging his body side to side causing his cock to sweep her womb like a broom. His cock was throbbing like a deadly earthquake against the upper walls of her womb creating tidal waves in her stomach. She could hardly enunciate through her body trying to survive this enormous penetration. She tried to tell him that she could feel the key sitting under his cock. "Under... lower... try again!" Jake pulled himself out hoping that Sarah would be able to tell him what to do then. A long, deep, slimy flushing sound resonating from her vagina made startled both of them. The echoing of her internal fluids sliding against his beast of a male tree truck aroused both of them even more. "Are you ok?" Jake was afraid that he was too much for even a girl like Sarah. "When you go back in, go in lower, the key is sitting on the bottom of my womb." Jake slid the first five inches in, then angeled himself so that the edge of his dick faced down at a thirty-degree angle. He held this angeled position as he moved in. The new angel made Sarah open wider and wider. She thought she would stick her own arm up her vagina and would barely notice anything. The rims of the hole that spat out Jake's slimy seed searched Sarah's internal body like a blind person looking for their glasses. It looked for anything to grab onto. The skin around Sarah's belly button rolled around. Jake's meat pushed against her skin so much that even his veins could be seen around her lower torso. "GOT IT!" The tip of the key slipped into the tip of his cock and poked the inside of his tube. Jake tried to pull the key out, but all of the bodily fluids flowing inside Sarah's guts made it impossible for the key to stay inside his cock. He calmly thrusted forwards to grab it again but each attempt was as useless as the last. "You've... almost... got... it." Sarah was overwhelmed with horny compulsions but she felt like she was almost free. Jake wasn't ready to give up. He was determined to free this incredibly impressive woman no matter how many thrust it took. After a series of gentle thrusts, Jake new the calm rout wasn't going to work. He would have to use the abs and glutes built like a bull to scoop the key out. "Hold on," Jake panted. "No... I was planning on running away," Sarah said with a subtle sarcastic laugh. This laugh quickly turned into screams filled with pain and passion as Jake turned into a plowing machine hurling his dick against her guts full steam ahead. He gave each powerful plunge into her body all the explosive power his massive body could spark up. Jake showed no signs of slowing down as his waist flashed up and down like an orange blur. The slurping of his still-growing freight train filled the room with what sounded like a muffled war. Sarah felt something deep inside her hole clamp down on Jake… as if she were a fish biting a squirming worm. Sarah felt something deep inside her hole clamp down on Jake… as if she were a fish biting a squirming worm. Each time Jake entered her waist she clamped down a little tighter. Jake had been proving himself to be a big buff dominant male fox with deep growls that made Sarah quiver. His groans resonated from the biggest parts of his chest. These groans faded into moans that were nearly as high pitched as Sarah's as her vagina grabbed his cock tighter and tighter.. Jake was enjoying Sarah's internal grip more that Sarah was enjoying her ovaries being treated like a punching bag. Jake didn't know how to react to her body grabbing him like this but he wasn't complaining. Soon Jake was using more force than usual to move himself around Sarah's slimy cave. The tight grip eventually caused Jake to cum inside her in half the time it usually took him. After he squirted all he could he kept his meat inside Sarah and leaned in to cuddle her while he caught his breath. The two hugged, soaking up the others' incredible body shape. Jake sank into her chest like a heated mattress and Sarah let Jake sink onto her like an overweight blanket. "Did you find it?" Sarah asked squeezing Jake into her body so tight she could feel the peek oh his abs inches above her spine. Jake wiggled around without saying a word hoping to find the key with his cock which was still berried deep in her body. Sarah knew what Jake was doing and wondered if Jake really thought she wouldn't notice his heavy stump of veiny flesh roll around inside her. She didn't have time to say anything because her hormones took over her voicebox exhaling and groaning just as loud as before. "You sure it's up here and not somewhere else in you... maybe in a different entrance?" Jake nearly pulled out but the suction of her womb trapped him against her. "Kee... kee... keep looking! You're close." Jake was worried that he wouldn't be able to dig inside her again, at least not deep enough to help find the key, but Sarah's lustful screams and constant bouncing of her overgrown breast stiffened him right back up. It didn't take long for Jake to feel like he had a new batch of sperm ready to breed Sarah like a thirsty condom. Jake focused on cramming himself as deep as possible this time. He used each thrust to dig deeper, every thrust back out of Sarah was just Jake attempting to gain more speed in his next smack into her body. One shove created so much force that Jake suddenly found his testicles completely wrapped in Sarah's slick and piping hot hole. Jake felt the sudden grip on his orbs and expected it to be painful. Jake had already wedged her open so wide that she felt like she would never spread herself open wide enough for him, but her lower lips still seemed to try to suck his male milk more aggressively than a starving calf on its mother's utter. For some reason, the grip of Sarah's inner leg muscles on his testicles didn't hurt at all. In fact, the walls of her slippery warm cave was a massage soothing every vein from his pubic hair and upwards. Like her thighs were licking him and telling him to dump his next round of seed when he was ready. Jake figured that if he was going to have his entire mating mass inside Sarah, he might as well test her limits and just keep cramming himself up her stomach. Sarah closed her eyes and focused on keeping her raging hormones under control. Her feminine scent almost blinded Jake thanks to all of Sarah's desires filling her blood. He had reached past her ovaries now. Her womb thought she was somehow pregnant which made Sarah even more aroused as she imagined carrying a pack of his cubs in her womb. Sarah couldn't stop herself from moaning. Even her inhales emitted a rumble that sounded like desire itself. She couldn't annunciate any words but Jake knew exactly what she wanted. Once Jake was so deep that his balls were halfway up her vaginal tube he too lost control. Sarah had thought about nothing but breeding since Jake started his second round. Now, Jake's hormones were drowning out his thoughts. He felt veins flex out all over his cock. He felt his girth grow two inches. His head crawled out another three inches. Jake was so far inside Sarah that he was rubbing into the underside of her right breast. The right side of her chest flopped around just as fast as Jake was pumping his body into hers. Jake gave Sarah one final thrust harder than any other thrust all night. His seamen dispersed itself around her chest. His sperm cells swam up to her left breast and settle into her right. Jake didn't notice Sarah's chest swelling with his cum, he was to busy squinting his eyes and forcing Sarah's legs as far apart as he could. Jake stood there halfway up Sarah's body emptying all the male hormones and male milk Sarah's cries for seed had brewed in him. Sarah couldn't move anything but her eyes. She could only watch her chest rise and widen. Jake opened his eyes and wondered why the feminine lumps under him looked more like two squishy boulders than an actual female figure. Jake reached down and grabbed the left mound of her chest and squeezed, curious as to how they grew so fast. "Get the key?" Sarah asked catching her breath. "It may have fallen out while we were going at it." Jake suggested rubbing her inflated chest. He tried to pull out of Sarah and look around the bed hoping the key wasn't buried in too much of their mess. Sarah's muscles surrounding her tube flexed and squeezed Jake's dick before he could leave her insides. He couldn't even pull his balls out before they were gripped against her guts. Jake slid back where he was and tried again. Her muscles gripped his rod harder. Jake tried again and again to pull out but Sara’s mouth between her legs craved his sweet fertile nectar. “I don’t think it did, I can still feel it.” Jake was only a little disappointed by this news because he thought that either of the previous rounds would have knocked the key loose. Either that or her orgasm would have knocked it loose. “What should we do?” Jake didn’t think going for another round would do much but if she wanted another filling of his seamen he was happy to help.
  7. LionBUff

    Hanging Herc (full trilogy)

    p1 Homul walked down a dark path behind the town's pub towards a cave deep in the mountains of Greece. The path leads to a farmer's house on the other side of the mountains, but there was a special spot along the trail Hormul was after. A dimly lit cage-like door with the words "Firen Flight" greeted him. The door was covering a cave entirely lit by touches that were at least half burned out. A tall man in a Greek shoulder uniform holding a clay tablet guarded the gate door. "May I come in," Homul asked. The intimidating man looked at his tablet to think about his answer. Homul was worried that the Firen Flight wasn't as secret as he hoped and that he would be told to leave thanks to the crowd. He desperately hoped this wasn't true, he desperately needed a break. A friend of his told him how to get to the secluded Firen Flight deep in the mountains and told Homul that it was his favorite way to relax his mind. The man looked down at his tablet and saw that the Firen Flight was well below capacity. "It's pretty slow tonight, go ahead," The guard told Homul. Homul was so excited that he almost tripped over himself walking in. He walked down the dim cave and turned a few sharp corners before walking into a small room. The room had a wooden stage held up by clay on the further end of the room. Between him and the stage was about 6 round tables with no more than 4 men at each. This room was even dimmer than the cave leading to it, the only bright light came from a single hanging lamp on stage. The rest of the light came from tiny torches on the tables. Homul sat down and ordered his food and drink while he waited. Soon, an announcer walked onto the stage and told the room of men that a special guest was going to appear shortly. Homul's order came, and he enjoyed it... at least half of it. Homul was just a little over halfway done with his meal when Hercules himself walked on stage, looking even more muscular than usual! Hercules was wearing a cloth outfit that looked like a traditional Greek warrior's outfit with everything but the helmet on. Hercules' orange hair swung around in front of his face as he walked to the center of the stage. Homul noticed how little the covering worked when he saw a dim outline of Hercule's abs and chest. When Hercules was comfortable with where he was standing, he rested his unnaturally large arms beside him. "I spend all day using this body to fight off enemies," Hercules said bouncing his chest. "All-day, all I do is fight fight fight." Hercules lifted his arms and flexed his biceps while his chest continued dancing. "Well, gentlemen, this body isn't just built to fight." Hercules lowered his arms and rubbed his abs. The creases in the fabric stretched over every curve on his stomach. "These abs aren't just pretty, they can thrust my waist forwards so fast that my pelvis can pound into solid rick and shatter columns holding up the greatest temples." Hercules spent the next minute or two exaggerating his strength. He said that his chest could squeeze a lemon dry in the deep muscular valley, his legs can squat buildings and that his arms could pull a boat on land. As Hercules described his power, Hormul's mind was filled his visions of Hercules thrusting into buildings. The thought of his pelvis crashing and banging into things made him zone out. Hormel's visions faded when Hormul heard a tearing sound. The tearing was so loud that Hormul almost thought the cave was falling. Something else was falling instead Hercules' hands were resting behind his head, his elbows sticking out in a position that displayed everything below them. Hercule's hands were nowhere near his waist, yet the cloths around his waist were tearing off like an invisible hand was yanking it towards them. The fabric stretched outwards and split open as it did its best to keep the growth contained. Hercules wasn't just getting hard, he was sprouting a golden tree coated with wide and long veins. Hercules closed his eyes and clenched his teeth to help him concentrate on flexing his godly cock. The covering became a useless pile of thread resting along the top of Hercule's dick. The fabrics that remained were shaken off thanks to the golden and veiny rod dancing and throbbing, shaking everything off. Anyone with blurry vision would have assumed a snake was slithering out of Hercules' body. "It's getting a bit warm in here," Hercules cried out. He grabbed the top of his top covering with his right hand and the bottom with his left. He stretched both arms out away from the shirt, the left arm stretched down and the right stretching up. His hands brought the shirt with them. The ripping noise was a battle cry challenging any man to a battle of manhood. Seam by seam gave way to Hercule's strength. The shirt was like a curtain drawing back to reveal a gorgeous new sculpture honoring the gods. Only, Hercules was more muscular than the statues. His abs popped more, along with every other fiber of testosterone Hercules possessed. Pre was already dripping onto the floor into a white puddle. "It's so hot in here, I'm even sweating through my cock," Hercules joked. The crowd chuckled, unable to take their eyes off of the swinging utter of sperm hanging from Hercules. "anyways," Hercules spoke in a low and steady soft voice, "I'd rather show you what this body can do. Talking means nothing with a body beating this much testosterone in its veins." That line was the cue for a boulder to be rolled out on stage by thee assistants. "Let's lighten the load for the fine boys," Hercules suggested walking over to the boulder. p2 Hercules set both feet on either side of the boulder and pressed the head of his cock against the rock. Now that the side of Hercules' body was facing the audience, Homul could see the full length of Hercules' dick. Homul guessed that his cock had to be at least three times longer than his own. He could strap a full-sized horse cock on his body, and the only difference would be the color and the fact that his cock had a human shape. The size and veiny texture were the same for both Hercules' cock and a horse's cock. That and Hercules' balls were noticeably bigger. Homul couldn't help but wonder that if Hercules' gentiles could rival that of a breeding horse, how did his hormones compare? Was Hercules' as horny as a breeding horse? Was he filled with the same animalistic desire to spread his seed? Just like the sound of the tearing of Hercules' clothes, Homul's visions and fantasies of Hercules' body were faded out by the sound of ripping. Only this time, Homul wasn't picturing Hercules thrusting into stone on a building, he was watching Hercules thrust into stone right in front of him on stage. Somehow, it was even hotter than he imagined. Hercules' cock was ripping a hole into the stone like his head was an ax. Hercules didn't even look like jamming his dick into a boulder was painful, he was smiling like he was casually thrusting into any another mate. Dust and sand flew everywhere as Hercules pounded his body into the stone. With each thrust, Hercules dug slightly deeper into the rock. His balls swung around vigorously. No one in the audience said anything. They were soaking up the site of Hercules proving how masculine he was. His ability to rip his clothes off with nothing but his cock seemed like a simple party trick compared to this. When half of the harder than rock cock was inside of the boulder, Hercules speed up his thrusting. Homul didn't realize how slow Hercules was truly hammering his body into the stone until now. Hercules was swinging his waste faster than a tree branch in a storm. With each stroke his cock's head made inside the tunnel, it was digging, an eruption of dust flew out of the hole like a small explosion. A faint humming of sloshing filled the room. Homul didn't know if the wet-sounding humming was coming from Hercules' sweaty cock rubbing against the stone, or the sperm in his utter-like sack slapping against the inner walls of his testicles, or both. "If I could," Hercules calmly told the audience, "I would use my body to fight off our enemies. If my body can drill a hole into a rock like this, imagine what it could do to an enemy's skull! I could grab their head and slam it against my throbbing flesh. Their head would shatter into a thousand pieces!" After Hercules said this, the final few inches of his cock entered the stone. When all of his cock was inside, Hercules calmly inserted his cock into the hole he drilled and rested against the rock. Hercules breathed in and out, and leaned his arms on top of the rock, and Homul assumed this was the end of the show. "That was fun," Hercules said, "But it's still a bit heavy, isn't it?" Hercules pulled out, then hammered one final powerful thrust into the rock. A thunderous cracking sound echoed around the room, and the stone split in half. The two halves of the rock fell, revealing Hercules' cock standing there throbbing like nothing unusual was happening. Hercules grabbed the bottom end of his cock with his left hand and the top end with his right. "Ow," Hercules smirked. The audience quietly laughed. The men from earlier came back on stage and picked up one half of the stone as if it were a simple piece of furniture and carried it off stage. They came back to move the other half of the rock, leaving Hercules alone on stage. Once Hercules had the stage to himself, he quickly stretched a few muscles and turned back around to face the audience. "We know how hard my cock is, but how strong is it," Hercules asked the crowd. That was the cue for 4 full-grown men to walk onto the stage. Each of them were wearing classic Greek Armour, including the helmet. The 4 men, one at a time quietly swung their legs over Hercules' cock as if they were about to ride a horse. Once their bodies were standing over Hercules' giant flesh, they all picked their feet off the ground at the same time. Hercules held the 4 men up with nothing but his cock. His throbbing pole of meat held their weight effortlessly. Hercules even placed both hands behind his back to show off the fact that he was holding them up by only his enormous dick. "How many reps can you do," one of the men asked. Hercules clenched his teeth and flexed his dick, the men rose and fell with his cock. "One," Hercules said through his clenched teeth. Hercules flexed his cock just over 60 times before he told the men that he was getting bored. Hercules was bouncing the men on his pole for nearly 10 minutes, so the men were getting bored too. Hercules showed no sign of tiring out, so they just decided that Hercules could keep bouncing them all night and left the stage. When Hercules had the stage to himself again, he lifted both arms and flew his biceps. His biceps were massive. His left bicep had one singular vein sticking out of the top. "I already know how strong my arms are... but how strong is my body below my arms? Not my abs, my balls. How strong is the pressure behind my ejaculation? How far can I shoot a load?" Hercules kept his left arm flexed and used his right arm to point to the back of the room. A man is the same Greek Armour as the other 4 men was holding a Greek vase above his head. "Maybe this far," the man suggested. Hercules lowered his arms, placing his left hand on his balls and his right on his still-hard cock. He jerked his foreskin and measured the distance between the end of his meat and the top of the vase. "Maybe," Hercules said, "but I'll need help if I'm gonna make it that far." Two men walked out onto either side of the stage, both of them brought a small wooden stool with them. Each stool was slightly shorter than Hercules' waist. Both men sat down cracked their knuckles while Hercules rested his arms on their shoulders. "Ready," the man on the left asked. "Fire away boys," Hercules cried out. The man on the left grabbed Hercules' dick with both hands and jerked it so hard that the rubbing of the foreskin against the rod underneath sounded just like a small waterfall. The other man grabbed each testicle in each hand and squeezed the like a cow's utter. Hercules moaned, nearly losing control of his voice. He knew the men were going to do this, but he was still taken away by how aggressive they were. It didn't take long for pre to drip out. "Here it comes!" Hercules positioned his waist upwards so that his imminent ejaculation would shot towards the ceiling. Hercules felt weaker and weaker while his body braced. White liquid dripped from his cock very slowly for a few brief moments. It dripped out slowly, one drop growing on the tip until it was heavy enough to fall. The next round of pre drizzled out in small bursts. One small load after another flowed out, each load heavier than the load most men carry in their entire sack. Next thing Homul knew, a white arch stretched across the room so far that it 2 feet went past the man holding the vase. White raindrops dripped from the white arch creating a white line on everything underneath. Hercules was ejaculating with so much strength that he wasn't just shooting further than even he expected, but the stream of his seed was one solid river soaring over everyone's head. For more time than anyone could count, Hercules spewed seed with more force than a backed-up volcano. A large portion of Hercules' male milk missed the vase, yet it was over half full when Hercules finally stopped ejaculating. The two men massaged Hercules, assuming that eruption was painful. "Round two," Hercules asked the crowd. p3 The next night, Homul walked back to the Firen Flight only to discover that the previous guard, along with Hercules, weren't there. "Sorry little dude," the new guard told Homul as he hung his head in disappointment. Homul was so disappointed that he could almost feel his meat crawl into his waist from being so turned off. "he'll probably be back tomorrow," the new guard told him with a reassuring grin. Homul grinned back to be polite. "Thanks," he said and walked away. Homul's feet felt heavier as he dragged them back into town. He walked through the dark countryside of Greece remembering everything Hercules did on stage with little to no effort. He could hear all of the men in the room cheering Hercules on. In fact, he really could hear someone scream Hercules. He thought it was all in his head until the screaming and cheering for Hercules became too loud for him to ignore. these screams weren't in his head... they were real... but where were they coming from? they weren't coming from his own horny mind, they were coming from someone's horny voice outside of his mind. Homul followed the soft and muffled screams to a river hidden deep in the Greek mountains. The sound seemed to be riding inside the mist rising from a waterfall upstream. The waterfall was loud, but the moans of Hercules' name were louder. Homul walked up to the waterfall certain that they were coming from under the waterfall. "Are you ok," a voice that sounded like Hercules asked from under the waterfall. "I've taken centaurs dozens of times," a voice that reminded him of the guard from last night responded. As Homul snuck up closer the voice continued with "but they feel like tiny fingers compared to you... ok... wow... that's way bigger than anything I've ever taken before!" Something interrupted the voice's train of thought. He could barely get one word out. Homul was now so close that he could see a torchlight from under the water. He discovered that the light was coming from a tunnel under the waterfall. The tunnel walls echoed the heavy breathing of who he assumed was the guard buried under Hercules. "The centaurs might be half horse but they aren't half god... are they?" This confirmed that he was truly hearing the voice of Hercules echo out of the tunnel. "No... they, they, they aren't," the other voice chocked up. "I can feel the difference... centaurs are softer than this!" "How hard can Hercules get," Homul asked himself. "I can see the difference too... your head is poking out and rolling up and down my stomach like a boulder is rolling around my insides!" This was too much for Homul to ignore. He quietly walked into the cave to see this rolling bulge for himself. when Homul cut the corner of the cave he realized the guard wasn't kidding. The two men were on a cheap and quickly-built looking bed, and you really could see Hercules poking through like a ball rolling up and down his skin. The shadows created by the dimly burning torch on the wall behind the bed defined the moving lump in the guard's body. Homul slowly hardened as he watched. Hercules was in the outfit he was most famous for, but the loose bottom half of the outfit did next to nothing to keep Hercules "contained." Hercules was wearing his usual covering, yet, somehow, Homul could still see his balls flapping around. His sack reminded him of clothes drying on a windy day... they were thrown around all over the place. Were his testicles bigger than before? They seemed to be covered in more veins too. Homul assumed his cock was even veinier too, but he couldn't be sure because it was deep inside the guard. "I'm really, close... I'm sorry," Hercules apologized in a sincere voice that was still erotic. "We've been here for a while," the guard said shocked. He took a few more breaths and said "How have you not cum already? I would have cum three times by now!" Hercules was clearly about to say something, but his ejaculation interrupted him. Homul could hear Hercules' cum slapping against the guard's stomach. The bulge in the guard's stomach grew so plump that it covered Hercules' cock completely. His stomach rose and rose as Hercules seemed to have no limit. How much sperm can one man hold? His balls were huge but they didn't look like they held THAT much. When Hercules finished, he rubbed the guard's swollen belly to calm him down. The guard's face was red, bright red, but he was still grinning. The guard loved every last sperm cell filling him up. He felt a million degrees warmer... like he swallowed the sun whole... and he loved it. "God's can't impregnate men right?" Hercules laughed without answering. "Maybe," he said. Hercules pulled his cock out and let his load flow out of the guard's hole. His stomach flattened as the cum poured out like white molasses. "What does that mean," he asked Hercules with a shaky voice. "It's happened before. A god's seed is so strong that it can fuse with the sperm of another man and breed just as much as it would breed a female. "Ok," he said, "I would love your offspring inside of me anyways. If I do get pregnant, I want to breed an army with you. We could impregnate the land with warriors like you impregnate me. "Don't have to tell me twice," Hercules said gripping his testicles... as if to say he wants to breed that army right now.
  8. LionBUff

    Hanging Herc 3

    Hanging Herc 3 The next night, Homul walked back to the Firen Flight only to discover that the previous guard, along with Hercules, weren't there. "Sorry little dude," the new guard told Homul as he hung his head in disappointment. Homul was so disappointed that he could almost feel his meat crawl into his waist from being so turned off. "he'll probably be back tomorrow," the new guard told him with a reassuring grin. Homul grinned back to be polite. "Thanks," he said and walked away. Homul's feet felt heavier as he dragged them back into town. He walked through the dark countryside of Greece remembering everything Hercules did on stage with little to no effort. He could hear all of the men in the room cheering Hercules on. In fact, he really could hear someone scream Hercules. He thought it was all in his head until the screaming and cheering for Hercules became too loud for him to ignore. these screams weren't in his head... they were real... but where were they coming from? they weren't coming from his own horny mind, they were coming from someone's horny voice outside of his mind. Homul followed the soft and muffled screams to a river hidden deep in the Greek mountains. The sound seemed to be riding inside the mist rising from a waterfall upstream. The waterfall was loud, but the moans of Hercules' name were louder. Homul walked up to the waterfall certain that they were coming from under the waterfall. "Are you ok," a voice that sounded like Hercules asked from under the waterfall. "I've taken centaurs dozens of times," a voice that reminded him of the guard from last night responded. As Homul snuck up closer the voice continued with "but they feel like tiny fingers compared to you... ok... wow... that's way bigger than anything I've ever taken before!" Something interrupted the voice's train of thought. He could barely get one word out. Homul was now so close that he could see a torchlight from under the water. He discovered that the light was coming from a tunnel under the waterfall. The tunnel walls echoed the heavy breathing of who he assumed was the guard buried under Hercules. "The centaurs might be half horse but they aren't half god... are they?" This confirmed that he was truly hearing the voice of Hercules echo out of the tunnel. "No... they, they, they aren't," the other voice chocked up. "I can feel the difference... centaurs are softer than this!" "How hard can Hercules get," Homul asked himself. "I can see the difference too... your head is poking out and rolling up and down my stomach like a boulder is rolling around my insides!" This was too much for Homul to ignore. He quietly walked into the cave to see this rolling bulge for himself. when Homul cut the corner of the cave he realized the guard wasn't kidding. The two men were on a cheap and quickly-built looking bed, and you really could see Hercules poking through like a ball rolling up and down his skin. The shadows created by the dimly burning torch on the wall behind the bed defined the moving lump in the guard's body. Homul slowly hardened as he watched. Hercules was in the outfit he was most famous for, but the loose bottom half of the outfit did next to nothing to keep Hercules "contained." Hercules was wearing his usual covering, yet, somehow, Homul could still see his balls flapping around. His sack reminded him of clothes drying on a windy day... they were thrown around all over the place. Were his testicles bigger than before? They seemed to be covered in more veins too. Homul assumed his cock was even veinier too, but he couldn't be sure because it was deep inside the guard. "I'm really, close... I'm sorry," Hercules apologized in a sincere voice that was still erotic. "We've been here for a while," the guard said shocked. He took a few more breaths and said "How have you not cum already? I would have cum three times by now!" Hercules was clearly about to say something, but his ejaculation interrupted him. Homul could hear Hercules' cum slapping against the guard's stomach. The bulge in the guard's stomach grew so plump that it covered Hercules' cock completely. His stomach rose and rose as Hercules seemed to have no limit. How much sperm can one man hold? His balls were huge but they didn't look like they held THAT much. When Hercules finished, he rubbed the guard's swollen belly to calm him down. The guard's face was red, bright red, but he was still grinning. The guard loved every last sperm cell filling him up. He felt a million degrees warmer... like he swallowed the sun whole... and he loved it. "God's can't impregnate men right?" Hercules laughed without answering. "Maybe," he said. Hercules pulled his cock out and let his load flow out of the guard's hole. His stomach flattened as the cum poured out like white molasses. "What does that mean," he asked Hercules with a shaky voice. "It's happened before. A god's seed is so strong that it can fuse with the sperm of another man and breed just as much as it would breed a female. "Ok," he said, "I would love your offspring inside of me anyways. If I do get pregnant, I want to breed an army with you. We could impregnate the land with warriors like you impregnate me. "Don't have to tell me twice," Hercules said gripping his testicles... as if to say he wants to breed that army right now..
  9. LionBUff

    Hanging Herc 2

    Hercules set both feet on either side of the boulder and pressed the head of his cock against the rock. Now that the side of Hercules' body was facing the audience, Homul could see the full length of Hercules' dick. Homul guessed that his cock had to be at least three times longer than his own. He could strap a full-sized horse cock on his body, and the only difference would be the color and the fact that his cock had a human shape. The size and veiny texture were the same for both Hercules' cock and a horse's cock. That and Hercules' balls were noticeably bigger. Homul couldn't help but wonder that if Hercules' gentiles could rival that of a breeding horse, how did his hormones compare? Was Hercules' as horny as a breeding horse? Was he filled with the same animalistic desire to spread his seed? Just like the sound of the tearing of Hercules' clothes, Homul's visions and fantasies of Hercules' body were faded out by the sound of ripping. Only this time, Homul wasn't picturing Hercules thrusting into stone on a building, he was watching Hercules thrust into stone right in front of him on stage. Somehow, it was even hotter than he imagined. Hercules' cock was ripping a hole into the stone like his head was an ax. Hercules didn't even look like jamming his dick into a boulder was painful, he was smiling like he was casually thrusting into any another mate. Dust and sand flew everywhere as Hercules pounded his body into the stone. With each thrust, Hercules dug slightly deeper into the rock. His balls swung around vigorously. No one in the audience said anything. They were soaking up the site of Hercules proving how masculine he was. His ability to rip his clothes off with nothing but his cock seemed like a simple party trick compared to this. When half of the harder than rock cock was inside of the boulder, Hercules speed up his thrusting. Homul didn't realize how slow Hercules was truly hammering his body into the stone until now. Hercules was swinging his waste faster than a tree branch in a storm. With each stroke his cock's head made inside the tunnel, it was digging, an eruption of dust flew out of the hole like a small explosion. A faint humming of sloshing filled the room. Homul didn't know if the wet-sounding humming was coming from Hercules' sweaty cock rubbing against the stone, or the sperm in his utter-like sack slapping against the inner walls of his testicles, or both. "If I could," Hercules calmly told the audience, "I would use my body to fight off our enemies. If my body can drill a hole into a rock like this, imagine what it could do to an enemy's skull! I could grab their head and slam it against my throbbing flesh. Their head would shatter into a thousand pieces!" After Hercules said this, the final few inches of his cock entered the stone. When all of his cock was inside, Hercules calmly inserted his cock into the hole he drilled and rested against the rock. Hercules breathed in and out, and leaned his arms on top of the rock, and Homul assumed this was the end of the show. "That was fun," Hercules said, "But it's still a bit heavy, isn't it?" Hercules pulled out, then hammered one final powerful thrust into the rock. A thunderous cracking sound echoed around the room, and the stone split in half. The two halves of the rock fell, revealing Hercules' cock standing there throbbing like nothing unusual was happening. Hercules grabbed the bottom end of his cock with his left hand and the top end with his right. "Ow," Hercules smirked. The audience quietly laughed. The men from earlier came back on stage and picked up one half of the stone as if it were a simple piece of furniture and carried it off stage. They came back to move the other half of the rock, leaving Hercules alone on stage. Once Hercules had the stage to himself, he quickly stretched a few muscles and turned back around to face the audience. "We know how hard my cock is, but how strong is it," Hercules asked the crowd. That was the cue for 4 full-grown men to walk onto the stage. Each of them were wearing classic Greek Armour, including the helmet. The 4 men, one at a time quietly swung their legs over Hercules' cock as if they were about to ride a horse. Once their bodies were standing over Hercules' giant flesh, they all picked their feet off the ground at the same time. Hercules held the 4 men up with nothing but his cock. His throbbing pole of meat held their weight effortlessly. Hercules even placed both hands behind his back to show off the fact that he was holding them up by only his enormous dick. "How many reps can you do," one of the men asked. Hercules clenched his teeth and flexed his dick, the men rose and fell with his cock. "One," Hercules said through his clenched teeth. Hercules flexed his cock just over 60 times before he told the men that he was getting bored. Hercules was bouncing the men on his pole for nearly 10 minutes, so the men were getting bored too. Hercules showed no sign of tiring out, so they just decided that Hercules could keep bouncing them all night and left the stage. When Hercules had the stage to himself again, he lifted both arms and flew his biceps. His biceps were massive. His left bicep had one singular vein sticking out of the top. "I already know how strong my arms are... but how strong is my body below my arms? Not my abs, my balls. How strong is the pressure behind my ejaculation? How far can I shoot a load?" Hercules kept his left arm flexed and used his right arm to point to the back of the room. A man is the same Greek Armour as the other 4 men was holding a Greek vase above his head. "Maybe this far," the man suggested. Hercules lowered his arms, placing his left hand on his balls and his right on his still-hard cock. He jerked his foreskin and measured the distance between the end of his meat and the top of the vase. "Maybe," Hercules said, "but I'll need help if I'm gonna make it that far." Two men walked out onto either side of the stage, both of them brought a small wooden stool with them. Each stool was slightly shorter than Hercules' waist. Both men sat down cracked their knuckles while Hercules rested his arms on their shoulders. "Ready," the man on the left asked. "Fire away boys," Hercules cried out. The man on the left grabbed Hercules' dick with both hands and jerked it so hard that the rubbing of the foreskin against the rod underneath sounded just like a small waterfall. The other man grabbed each testicle in each hand and squeezed the like a cow's utter. Hercules moaned, nearly losing control of his voice. He knew the men were going to do this, but he was still taken away by how aggressive they were. It didn't take long for pre to drip out. "Here it comes!" Hercules positioned his waist upwards so that his imminent ejaculation would shot towards the ceiling. Hercules felt weaker and weaker while his body braced. White liquid dripped from his cock very slowly for a few brief moments. It dripped out slowly, one drop growing on the tip until it was heavy enough to fall. The next round of pre drizzled out in small bursts. One small load after another flowed out, each load heavier than the load most men carry in their entire sack. Next thing Homul knew, a white arch stretched across the room so far that it 2 feet went past the man holding the vase. White raindrops dripped from the white arch creating a white line on everything underneath. Hercules was ejaculating with so much strength that he wasn't just shooting further than even he expected, but the stream of his seed was one solid river soaring over everyone's head. For more time than anyone could count, Hercules spewed seed with more force than a backed-up volcano. A large portion of Hercules' male milk missed the vase, yet it was over half full when Hercules finally stopped ejaculating. The two men massaged Hercules, assuming that eruption was painful. "Round two," Hercules asked the crowd.
  10. MUSCLE MATING SQUIRT "I should have never taken that bet at the gym" Oliver, a 300-pound bodybuilding male deer, thought to himself. "Come on Oliver. What are you scared of? Big bucks like yourself can't be scared of a challenge!" It's my fault for listening. I could have left that locker room long before I dug myself into a hole almost as deep as this monster is digging into me. But I just had to prove I was bigger than Magno. That half-orc half manotaur hybrid beast was huge, but I didn't think he'd be bigger than me. Bucks like me are huge, our male figures are seen as thick veiny trophies to all who lay down with us bucks. I guess I'm not the biggest after all. SQUIRT 15 inches was 3 inches too short. When Magno and I agreed "smallest would bottom" I never expected any man to ever pack an 18-inch cock between their legs. I guess that orc manotaur mix got both specie's huge dick genetics. SQUIRT Now he's at my house... stuffing me like a jelly donut. What makes this worse is that even his loads are bigger than mine. This male has already squirted 10 squirts in me and hasn't stopped thrusting his 18-inch dick into me yet. I don't even think Magno has slowed down. It hurt at first, I felt like a telephone pole was being shoved up my core, but all that lubrication from his 10 squirts has made things a lot easier. SQUIRT 11 now. That squirt had to be the biggest yet. I felt that squirt up in my chest that time. I want Magno to think he's only a little more manly than me but even I couldn't breed like this. I'm sure I would have cum all the water in my body by now and this stallion still has cum to spare. I can't lie to myself any longer, he makes me look like a twig. SQUIRT. That one hurt. That squirt drizzled the back of my throat. I only felt a few drops splash against my throat but I didn't know his load would go that deep into me. Things are about to get a lot worse, aren't they? He's grunting a lot more now. His hands just tightened their grip on my legs. I can feel his cock throbbing faster now. These 12 squirts were only pre? Ok, he's slowing down now, what does that mean? Wait, I can feel his rod shaking, why is it shaking so much? WOSH It felt like all of the cum he had left blew out of his dick in one burst that was strong enough to shake my bed. I don't know how much cum he dumped into me but It was enough to make me feel like I gained 50 pounds. His sperm swam through every limb and every joint. Magno's seed is basically my blood now. I wouldn't be surprised if my body has more of his seed than my own blood. This doesn't worry me though, I can't imagine how much pure protein and testosterone I just soaked up. By this time tomorrow, my male hormones will be through the roof. This much male milk might even help me gain a few inches. It would be amazing if this cum can all swim down to my own cock and swell me up. Maybe next time Magno can dock me and make my balls bigger than my head. If I soak up this genetically gifted male's seed regularly I bet I could gain some of his genetics. I bet his protein could make my muscles unstoppable. "That was fun," Magno said holding my legs above me. "Are you done already," I said teasing him. "You couldn't dump half that much cum if I hooked you up to a milking machine!" I laid there for a few seconds to catch my breath before I clapped back. "Maybe I can if you keep filling me up like this," I told Magno winking. "I might have to," he told me winking back. Magno set my legs back down so that my knees were on the edge of my bed and he leaned down. Magno put both arms under my shoulder blades, put his head down next to mine, and squeezed my chest into his. He gripped my muscles into his muscles like my buff body was his new body pillow. I was exhausted from being flooded with his seed, but I managed to build up the strength to hug Magno back. "I'm glad you took up that challenge," Magno whispered. I thought he was being sweet until he said "I knew I was bigger and you proved it. Now all the guys in the locker room will stop asking!" "You're only bigger by three inches," I reminded him. Magno laughed and gripped my body again. I gripped him back. We fell asleep in that position. As I laid there under Magno's boulder-like body, I felt trillions of sperm tails swimming around my body... all swimming towards my chest. The liquid from the seamen felt like it was soaking into my muscles as the muscles extracted the protein and testosterone from Magno's slimy meal, but I could very clearly feel the sperm migrate to my chest. The muscles that absorbed the liquid felt mostly normal when they swallowed his gooey flood, but my chest felt like it was swelling up. There were so many sperm cells piling up in my chest that it felt like his seed was fertilizing my chest muscles. A noticeable lump began to form on either side of my chest that grew bigger as more sperm swam up my body to join in. Did Magno impregnate me? Was this alpha male's sperm so strong that it planted his offspring in me? As I laid there, feeling his sperm grow bigger in my chest and countless sperm cells travel through me, I thought about why they would gather in the chest. Then I realized that the chest, especially one as solid as mine, was actually the perfect spot on a male's body to grow offspring. The chest muscles are huge and can swell up without getting in the way of the male's daily life. Multiplying in the arms or legs would strain a male's body too much, and the abdominal muscles were too small. The chest made the most sense, and it was where Magno's sperm gathered. As Magno laid on top of me, wrapping his stiff muscles around me like a warm blanket, his solid body reassuringly held my muscular body. If Magno did impregnate me, this massive male was ready to multiply with me. He liked me, that was obvious, or he wouldn't be holding me so close. He probably would have at least pulled his cock out before he slept on top of me, if not slept next to me instead of on top, for that matter.
  11. Original Story: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36778138/ Follow my main FA Account for more stories like this: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/lionbuff/ Audio: HANGING HERC Homul walked down a dark path behind the town's pub towards a cave deep in the mountains of Greece. The path leads to a farmer's house on the other side of the mountains, but there was a special spot along the trail Hormul was after. A dimly lit cage-like door with the words "Firen Flight" greeted him. The door was covering a cave entirely lit by touches that were at least half burned out. A tall man in a Greek shoulder uniform holding a clay tablet guarded the gate door. "May I come in," Homul asked. The intimidating man looked at his tablet to think about his answer. Homul was worried that the Firen Flight wasn't as secret as he hoped and that he would be told to leave thanks to the crowd. He desperately hoped this wasn't true, he desperately needed a break. A friend of his told him how to get to the secluded Firen Flight deep in the mountains and told Homul that it was his favorite way to relax his mind. The man looked down at his tablet and saw that the Firen Flight was well below capacity. "It's pretty slow tonight, go ahead," The guard told Homul. Homul was so excited that he almost tripped over himself walking in. He walked down the dim cave and turned a few sharp corners before walking into a small room. The room had a wooden stage held up by clay on the further end of the room. Between him and the stage was about 6 round tables with no more than 4 men at each. This room was even dimmer than the cave leading to it, the only bright light came from a single hanging lamp on stage. The rest of the light came from tiny torches on the tables. Homul sat down and ordered his food and drink while he waited. Soon, an announcer walked onto the stage and told the room of men that a special guest was going to appear shortly. Homul's order came, and he enjoyed it... at least half of it. Homul was just a little over halfway done with his meal when Hercules himself walked on stage, looking even more muscular than usual! Hercules was wearing a cloth outfit that looked like a traditional Greek warrior's outfit with everything but the helmet on. Hercules' orange hair swung around in front of his face as he walked to the center of the stage. Homul noticed how little the covering worked when he saw a dim outline of Hercule's abs and chest. When Hercules was comfortable with where he was standing, he rested his unnaturally large arms beside him. "I spend all day using this body to fight off enemies," Hercules said bouncing his chest. "All-day, all I do is fight fight fight." Hercules lifted his arms and flexed his biceps while his chest continued dancing. "Well, gentlemen, this body isn't just built to fight." Hercules lowered his arms and rubbed his abs. The creases in the fabric stretched over every curve on his stomach. "These abs aren't just pretty, they can thrust my waist forwards so fast that my pelvis can pound into solid rick and shatter columns holding up the greatest temples." Hercules spent the next minute or two exaggerating his strength. He said that his chest could squeeze a lemon dry in the deep muscular valley, his legs can squat buildings and that his arms could pull a boat on land. As Hercules described his power, Hormul's mind was filled his visions of Hercules thrusting into buildings. The thought of his pelvis crashing and banging into things made him zone out. Hormel's visions faded when Hormul heard a tearing sound. The tearing was so loud that Hormul almost thought the cave was falling. Something else was falling instead Hercules' hands were resting behind his head, his elbows sticking out in a position that displayed everything below them. Hercule's hands were nowhere near his waist, yet the cloths around his waist were tearing off like an invisible hand was yanking it towards them. The fabric stretched outwards and split open as it did its best to keep the growth contained. Hercules wasn't just getting hard, he was sprouting a golden tree coated with wide and long veins. Hercules closed his eyes and clenched his teeth to help him concentrate on flexing his godly cock. The covering became a useless pile of thread resting along the top of Hercule's dick. The fabrics that remained were shaken off thanks to the golden and veiny rod dancing and throbbing, shaking everything off. Anyone with blurry vision would have assumed a snake was slithering out of Hercules' body. "It's getting a bit warm in here," Hercules cried out. He grabbed the top of his top covering with his right hand and the bottom with his left. He stretched both arms out away from the shirt, the left arm stretched down and the right stretching up. His hands brought the shirt with them. The ripping noise was a battle cry challenging any man to a battle of manhood. Seam by seam gave way to Hercule's strength. The shirt was like a curtain drawing back to reveal a gorgeous new sculpture honoring the gods. Only, Hercules was more muscular than the statues. His abs popped more, along with every other fiber of testosterone Hercules possessed. Pre was already dripping onto the floor into a white puddle. "It's so hot in here, I'm even sweating through my cock," Hercules joked. The crowd chuckled, unable to take their eyes off of the swinging utter of sperm hanging from Hercules. "anyways," Hercules spoke in a low and steady soft voice, "I'd rather show you what this body can do. Talking means nothing with a body beating this much testosterone in its veins." That line was the cue for a boulder to be rolled out on stage by thee assistants. "Let's lighten the load for the fine boys," Hercules suggested walking over to the boulder. TO BE CONTINUED...
  12. LionBUff

    HULK SPLASH

    BANG BANG BANG “They would stop shooting at us if your lime green head was full or more than HULK SMASH!” Deadpool and Hulk were forced to team up to investigate an Avengers level threat at a warehouse thought to be empty. Hulk wanted to go with anyone but Deadpool, his least favorite “good guy” of all time, but the other Avengers were out dealing with something else. While they were there inspecting the place, undetected, Deadpool started breaking the fourth wall a little too much. When Hulk asked who he was talking to, he told hulk “you need more than a radioactive pea head to understand what’s going on!” The Hulk lost his temper and started beating up Deadpool… who teased Hulk the entire time. As Hulk was yelling the occupants of the warehouse heard them and ran in with the biggest weapons they could find. Bullets flew at them from every angle, and they ran into a nearby room that used to be a walk-in refrigerator. Hulk’s skin is three times thicker than a bulletproof vest, and Deadpool heals instantly, so t\neither of them were being harmed in the slightest by the bullet shower. However, they couldn't discuss any plans with all of the noise. “It’s true reader. Hulk can’t take a joke. We would be done with the adventure if Hulk Poo would control himself.” “HULK HATE HULK POO” Hulk demanded as he slammed both hands on the wall. “SEE. Hulky poo bear proved my point.” “SHUT UP.” “Look, reader… you… I apologize for this green ape’s grammar. He’s doing his best.” “HULK HATE DEADPOOL! HULK WANT OUT!” “We’ll get out of here when you calm down Hulky poo!” Hulk became bigger, growing by 10o pounds of radioactive muscle bulkier than a bodybuilder. “I know you can’t see it, reader… but Hulk’s bulge is enormous! His bulge is popping out of his body like you wouldn’t believe!” “HULK KNOW HOW TO CALM DOWN NOW! HULK NEED RELEASE! NOW! HULK NEED DEADPOOL ASS MILKING MANY MINI HULKS!” “What,” Deadpool said, turning to Hulk. Hulk's purple tip was rising out of his purple pants. Hulk’s body grew more as his sexual frustration added more stress to his already aggravated body. It wasn’t long before Hulk’s entire rope was swinging up to the air. Hulk was so frustrated that sweat was dripping off of the shaft like a leaky pipe. “Dear good reader you should see the size of this literal fucker! “HULK WANT TO DOMINATE DEADPOOL!” “Don’t worry reader, he's just showing off.” Deadpool laid down on the ground facing down just to aggravate Hulk more. However… Hulk was not kidding about wanting to dominate Deadpool's body. As Deadpool laid down, his ass and the bouncy meat on it looked like a comfortable void surrounded by tropical island fruit waiting to be juiced and eaten. Hulk jumped in the direction of Deadpool and landed with all four limbs on the ground in a plank position directly above Deadpool. His heavy breathing warmed the back of Deadpool's neck. Hulk’s salivating mouth soaked the back of Deadpool’s suit. Hulk assumed that this was going to be a good thing because either Hulk would finally calm down and focus on the mission or he was only trying to scare Deadpool into following his orders and was going to back down any minute. The first option was the one Hulk chose as he ripped through Deadpool’s suit. “I’m not ashamed to tell you, reader… this beast can fuck the life out of anything… except for me of course, because I’m immortal. I’m enjoying this. Hulk is hammering me into the ground like he’s trying to dig a hole to China!” GRUUUH GUUUU GRUUUUUUUUUUUUU GRAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHRRRR HR HR HRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRR HMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM M M MMMMMMMM GRUUUH GUUUU GRUUUUUUUUUUUUU GRAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHRRRR HR HR HRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRR HMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM M M MMMMMMMM Hulk threw his waist up and down like an oil drilling rig drilling Deadpool’s body. The wet slapping between the lovers sounded like a crate of fish falling off of a tall building and into the ocean. Hulk’s beefy urns bounced into one continuous blurred motion. Hulk’s animalistic mating was thrusting into and against whatever internal objects were in its way. The paces of Deadpool’s shattered spine were flying out of his mouth like a wood chipper. Deadpool’s body was a cavern of bloody ruins. His ass opening was wider than his head. As Hulk sprung his green cock in and out of Deadpool, Deadpool’s body was getting bigger as Hulk leaked pre. Hulk’s balls were so pent up and frustrated that each squirt of pre would be a normal man’s month of cum. Hulk was dumping his cum like a cow’s udder dumps milk. Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after Squirt after. Deadpool slowly bloated out into a puddle. Most of the cum was unable to escape thanks to Hulk’s girth blocking it in. “HOW DOES IT FEEL TO CARRY HULK BABIE” Hulk screamed “HOW DO YOU LIKE BEING THE MOTHER TO HULK PACK! HULK GONNA MATE TIGHT HOLE LIKE BREEDING BULL!” “LoOOOooo reEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” Deadpool tried to say something to the audience reading about Hulk’s sex session with him but he couldn’t catch his breath. The chemicals in his brain responsible for positive feelings were flowing through his blood almost as thick as the cum overpowering the same blood supply. That… and Hulk’s cock was blocking his airways. GRUUUH GUUUU GRUUUUUUUUUUUUU GRAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHRRRR HR HR HRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRR HMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM M M MMMMMMMM GRUUUH GUUUU GRUUUUUUUUUUUUU GRAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHRRRR HR HR HRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRR HMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM M M MMMMMMMM GRUUUH GUUUU GRUUUUUUUUUUUUU GRAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHRRRR HR HR HRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRR HMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM M M MMMMMMMM GRUUUH GUUUU GRUUUUUUUUUUUUU GRAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHRRRR HR HR HRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRR HMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM M M MMMMMMMM GRUUUH GUUUU GRUUUUUUUUUUUUU GRAAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHRRRR HR HR HRRRRRRRRR HRRRRRRRRR Neither of the lovers said anything for a long time. Hulk continuously moaned like a busted speaker. Deadpool gave up on saying anything. The Hulk’s seamen was filling Deadpool’s blood so much that he could barely focus on the most simple thought. All Deadpool could think about was cum. He could only focus on Hulk breeding him like a cum sponge. Finally…. Huk couldn’t hold back. His gallons of seamen in his urns of seed were boiling over. “HULK SPLASH” He roared and slammed into Deadpool’s body. Hulk’s purple tip was sticking out of Deadpool’s jaw… which Hulk discovered as all of his cum rushed onto the floor. Hulk grabbed Deadpool’s jaw and forced it closed. This closed gaw gripping his tip aroused the nerves up and down his testicles. Hulk was gushing his milk out at a rate of two pints every second. The gooey stew spread out across Deadpool's body. Even Deadpool's bones were soaked in Hulk cum. On a molecular level, Deadpool truly was soaking up Hulk’s seed. Hulk’s sperm were swimming through Deadpool’s genetic coding and changing it to Hulk’s genetic coding. Deadpool’s muscles directly absorbed Hulk’s sweet and salty protein shake. Deadpool’s heart grew to accommodate the masculine transformation as Deadpool literally absorbed Hulk’s strength. Deadpool’s eyes turned bright green. When Hulk finally decided that he had ejaculated as much cum as he had brewed… he pulled his cock out and stood up. Hulk’s enormous log of meat hung there as if Hulk had mated with a tank of yogurt. White droplets rained on the ground below him. The cum soaking his shaft slowly dripped off of him. Hulk stood there, his bulky and meaty chest rose and fell as he admired his partner's beaten up appearance. Hulk admired Deadpool as if it were his first kill of the hunting season. His green bulging muscles tingled as Hulk thought about his true strength as a lovemaking beast.
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