Chapter 11

She followed the muscular bull out of the gym, hearing his powerful glutes rumble as they contracted and hardened during his walk.

The heavy testicles weighed down his black trunks.

His back expanded, expanded, expanded…

His arms seemed to be farther apart, always, and the muscles wherein seemed to be growing thicker, stronger, more solid, inviting her tongue and lips for a lavish make out section.

He was perfect. He was divine.

The moment they stepped outside, the bull cast a shadow on her.

He was so, so, so tall!

She gasped again and again when she looked at his head, then got lost in his tremendous shoulder blades and traps.

His back was so massive. His T-shape was so overwhelming.

She wanted to lay her hands on his butt.

The enormous glutes hardened and jumped as he stepped over and over.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!!

Between his thighs, there were the testicles once again.

Their shape…

Their weight…

“Dear god!” She gasped, and her lips were redder than ever as she wetted them over and over, dripping saliva on her mighty bust.

The enormous, colossal nuts swung heavily between his legs, still constricted by his shorts, but so big, so heavy, so fat that they blossomed and bloated outward from the fabric, bulging out clearly like the two swollen nuts that they were, orbs brimming and sloshing with semen, sounding like Glursh! Glursh! Glursh! as he walked, tempting her, inviting her, making her wonder just how low his scrotum went.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!!

Everywhere in the beach, people were frozen. All the pants had raging boners on them. All the bikinis had pussy stains growing and dripping.

All the jaws were on the sand, and all the throats were warm with their heated breaths and their constant, frequent gasps that got the audience numb and shaky.

No one believed what they saw. Sometimes, neither did she.

“Jesus…” She could only gasp and blush as she followed him, being the only person other than him who was moving on that beach.

The water came in, went out.

The waves went Flush! Flush! Flush!

She gathered the strength to walk faster, and the sand was wetter between her legs, being sprayed lavishly by the juices of her pussy and the fluids of her breasts.

Her gargantuan tits shook and rumbled just like his muscles and his balls did: Glursh! Glursh! Glursh! They too held inordinate amounts of milk, though she wondered if they could rival all the sperm that stallion could produce.

“Y-you… are such a beast,” she found herself mumbling over and over, and the bull was generous with his smiles, though not his words.

Midway to the ocean, he slowed down, and then he turned his big, handsome face to her, winking slightly as they waves crashed and his voice soon boomed:

“Wanna have a swim?”

His voice…

Dear… GOD…

His motherfucking voice…!!

Her muscular thighs expanded, then hardened, and her legs bent themselves over in the middle as she brought her knees together and squirted.

“Eeek! Eeeek!!”

Her breasts expanded and produced hundreds of milliliters of milk, but she kept walking after him, denying herself the luxury of being as paralyzed as all those other people around them.

“Dear mother of… god!” Nearby, she heard someone speak. A man. This man achieved spontaneous ejaculation without touching his dick, and his legs melted soon after as he was brought down to the sands, shivering and shaking and probably ejaculating even more.

Everywhere they walked by, people were cumming and creaming their pants, underwear, everything.

“Jesus! What a fucking god!!” Their voices multiplied like insignificant echoes, and the princess wished they were all gone.

The stud kept walking. He stirred her up with his voice yet again:

“Do you want to bathe or do you prefer to fuck right now?” He looked around. “We can do it here if you want it.”

She stopped.

“Oh no, you don’t!” She told herself immediately and went back to walking again.

Her heart raced, raced, raced.

TUMDUM!!

TUMDUM!!

TUMDUM!!

The sound of her heartbeat as the poor little organ climbed up to her throat.

Her womb was enormous. Anyone could see its bulge, its shape on her skin, from afar.

Her squirt smelled different. It was stronger and juicier than usual. Full of eggs.

“I have never… been so fertile… like this,” she spoke without realizing, and then… “Uh. I would like to… mate with you… white boy.”

What. The fuck. Was she saying????

The bull kept walking. She kept following him.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Step…

After step…

After step…

And then the bull put his hands on the lower hem of his shirt, that enormous red jersey of his, and he looked back briefly with a devil’s smile to warn her:

“You’re strong. I like this about you. Please, don’t make a scene like that blond hoe from earlier. I count on you being able to see my half-naked body without passing out. Alright, my love?”

Her heart…

BOOOOM!!

BOOOOM!!!

BOOOOOOOOOM!!!

She gulped and nodded. “U-uh huh!”

And then the bull took off his shirt.

…

…

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Wooosh!!

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…

A million years passed before she sensed time and space again.

The bull artfully and smoothly took off his giant jerseys and cast them aside, revealing to her his white, tanned skin.

He was muscles. He was all, all, all muscles.

Jesus, so fucking… muscles! The poor woman gulped as she watched him undress, I mean, he was undressed already, only the black shorts clinging to his butt, but…

Fuck.

Fuck!

She shook her head and forced herself to keep walking after him.

His muscles…

His damn muscles…

“I’ve never seen anyone as muscular as you.”

“Unless you count horses, yeah, I’m the biggest male you’ll ever meet,” he laughed, and his laughter caused her to orgasm, slow down, and lag behind him a bit. “Even counting most horses, to be frank.”

She heard the loud, aggressive sound that came from from his crotch when the muscle god reached out to his bulge and squeezed it with pride, making the muscles of his arm harden with power—and she felt the sheer weight of his junk from that grab alone!

“Jesus…” She gasped, and she kept dripping on the sand while trying to follow him.

The bull groaned, then he walked again with his arms relaxed, his entire body as cool as possible, yet his muscles still looking god-like, unbelievable.

“Jesus, you’re so big.” She felt her tits grow and reach her chin. “You’re…” She shook her head. “You’re too big, you know.”

“Come on, Jasmine. You can be smarter than this.”

She blushed, shook her head again.

“Jasmine, huh? The Disney princess.”

“Yep.”

“I look like her, don’t I?”

“You’re way prettier.”

She blushed blushed blushed blu

“Thank you.”

She adjusted her massive mammaries on her bikini, and she really felt that her bikini had shrunk two sizes given how much her tits had inflated.

“I came gallons to Jasmine when I was a boy. Filled up water cooler bottles with my spunk.” The world shook under his feet. “I’m almost busting my nut just talking to you, babe. You’re so, so much hotter than that bitch, and you’ve got a supermassive rack, babe! You’ve got these big, juicy tits, and these massive thighs and ass that I’ll enjoy filling up with my semen!”

The weight at the bottom of his shorts grew, and just like her tits, the princess watched the testicles of the god inflate.

“Jesus…”

She blushed blushed blushed blu

“Your beautiful skin will look awesome painted with my cum.”

“Y-you are… a true romantic.”

“Do I need to be?”

He looked back at her with that DEMONIC SMILE.

“No,” she shook her head and almost died there, on the spot.

“I’ve got so many muscles.”

“Y-y-yes. Y-you d-d-do.”

“And the biggest, fattest cock.”

She dripped.

Drip…

Dripped…

“Y-yes. You clearly do.”

“A god like me doesn’t need to be romantic, does he?”

“Please breed me now…”

“There we go,” he laughed, and walked faster towards the waves. “Im’ma have a bath, babe, and then I’ll breed you later. Come and join in—if you can still walk.”

She saw him move away and displace the ocean with his mass.

She took flight—propelled, perhaps, by her pussy cum jettisoning out of her hole like a rocket—and dove after him.