Chapter 16

The weight of his testicles was impressive. His balls were more swollen every time she looked at them, and even though the monster was (sort of) more relaxed and cooler after that bath, his testicles were the one thing that only kept growing, and he could probably do nothing about that.

He could control his muscles. He could lord over his dick. He could not, however, stop the visceral semen production that went on—and on and on and on, scathingly and eternally—inside his testicular vesicles, which were like factories spread along the Yangtze Valley, just a virile manufacture of spunk.

“Oh… my… god…!” The woman gasped and gulped and felt the heaviness of her own supermassive mammaries weight down on her chest as she knelt before the god and aimed her eyes straight at that DANGEROUS locus of power.

His testicles pulled his pants down at their lowest point.

Heavy. Heavy beasts!

It was like the god had two bowling balls squeezed into the shape of pears under his crotch—though the testicles were slightly larger than the biggest pears she had ever bought.

English-speaking folks like to say, when they were super hung, that they had balls “as large as grapefruits.”

That stallion was FAR ABOVE mere grapefruits at the point. The only fruits his formidable pair of balls could be compared to was pears or coconuts. He wasn’t exactly as large as ostrich eggs, but he seemed most of the way there.

His testicles were just… impressively swollen!

Glursh…

Glursh…

Glursh…

And god! There was that sludge!

“Jesus…….”

There was that sloshing, churning sound of heavy broth, thick boiling paste, inside his nuts!

The surface of his testes was lively with volcanic activity as the inordinate amounts of spunk flowed to and fro, slowly slogging through the big, fat tubes that surrounded the big pair of nuts, adding to the tanks that were stored, supposedly, somewhere at bottom of those nuts—and the stud seemed to be holding way more spunk than even the impressive volume of his balls seemed to imply, as if the spunk didn’t just pile around and expand outwards, but instead it concentrated inward, adding density instead of volume, and the unnaturally heavy balls became heavier still, almost titanic like bowling balls, without necessarily increasing in size. Not to such a brutal, inhuman degree.

“Damn…”

She risked moving her hands towards those balls, but the heat scared her.

She salivated wildly, letting the spit pour from her thick, lower lips onto her breasts, which lactated intensely on the floor, staining the legs of the muscled monster and part of his shorts-covered nuts.

“Uuuurrhm. Uuurrhm-aaarrhm. Uuuuurrrhmm.”

The bull purred, purred, purred.

He couldn’t resist the breath of that woman on his balls without moving one massive hand to her hair and… gently stroking her hair. Her impeccable, super smooth hair that was also short and so damn beautiful.

“Uuuurrhm, aaarrrhm!!” The bull growled, and the ground rumbled with his manly grunt.

She gulped.

She ran her hands along his muscular thighs, which were bigger than the biggest thing that existed in the world.

Muscles. Damn muscles! Muscles. Muscles. Muscles.

“I have never… felt…” She gasped and felt dizzy with every inch of that powerful body that she touched. “God… damn…”

That man was solid.

He wasn’t just built. He was SOLID. If there ever was some tenderness to his flesh, some lively heat and soft warmth to it, it felt like it was only for her pleasure, ‘cause otherwise she would have thought touched a hot robot or a scorching cyborg.

The man was pure muscle, and his muscles were pure steel.

“Jesus… f-fucking… god…”

She pressed her fingers on the flesh of his super thighs, and they didn’t budge a millimeter.

He was hard, hard, hard, hard.

Solid. Damn solid.

She moved her hands up his thighs, then down his calves, and the size of his calves was BRUTAL. It made her gulp and pity other men when they had to compete with THAT.

“Your calves…!”

They were bigger than most adolescent torsos. Bigger the breasts of any child, that’s for sure.

His calves alone were comparable to the bodies of most people. His legs were easily bigger than all but super committed and genetically gifted bodybuilders.

“Damn… damn… damn…” She moved her fingertips up and down his virile legs, and then…

Glursh!

Glursh!

Glursh!

She saw the balls throb, and the giant penis, still all soft, pour out a gallon of heavy fluids on his shorts.

“Uuurhm. Uuuurhm, oorh!” The bull grunted a little harder. He was cumming.

Her touch did unspeakable things to his genitals, and she was both overjoyed and dismayed to realize that, yes, he was cumming, and no, he wasn’t really cumming.

“Oh, god!”

Fluids poured out of his flaccid cock, though of a purely lubricating kind; the pre-spunk that followed the actual spunk.

“Your… precum!”

The fluids piled heavily at the bottom of his shorts, making them look even heavier, more immense, while also emphasizing the size of the terrible balls which produced them.

Glurb.

Glurb.

Glurb.

Virile sounds emanated from said balls as they slightly throbbed and filled the shorts with lubes. She watched, mesmerized, the clear lubes shine at the bottom of the shorts, peering through the cloth, and then forming big, heavy drops, which didn’t drip, but instead stretched themselves out to the ground, forming several small puddles that grew into bigger puddles, then mixed into one large, ultra-virile puddle of steaming, scalding spunk.

“Dear god…!”

She took a deep breath—and the smell impregnated her!

Her enormous ovaries bulged out so aggressively from her sides that they began to reshape her waistline, making her look like she had too lumps of cancer growing out of proportion from her. It was sexy, though, and it was beautiful, and the enormous eggs throbbed as her breasts were inflated by the thickness of that musk, the power and impregnating might of that scent.

“The smell of pure bull!”

She smelled it deeper, and her nipples became like thumps.

She squirted out more milk on the shorts of the stallion, drawing circles with her fingers along his virile thighs.

The bull spread his legs farther apart, shifting his weight uncomfortably on the creaking, bending couch. The legs of the couch sank into the floor, making it creak and crack. The bull groaned, full of pain, and his massive hands moved as if he wanted to grab his penis, yank it out, and flood that room with his semen…

… but he didn’t do it. He controlled himself—and it was clear that, with every passing second, this self-control was turning to agony.

“Damn… uuurrrhm… woman…!!”

He purred and growled, and the ground shook, shook, shook from the virile sounds that burst from his giant breast, his over-muscular, super-strong, hyper-bullish physique.

“Dear balls of heaven!” The MENA princess muttered as she drew her fingers closer and closer to the center of his crotch, were his ferocious mass moved with more energy and brutality.

She gasped. She could spot the big, fat veins of his clumped monster cock bulging out through the shorts. The heat that emanated from the mass was… deadly. She felt her face burning as if she’d spent hours on the beach, with her back on the sands, taking the light of the midday say head on.

The warmth, the heat that burst from that stallion’s cock was comparable to that of the sun. Only a bull so big could have engines so powerful to manage his jaw-dropping physique.

“Damn…”

She drew her fingers along his thighs, closer to the bulge, and felt her fingers spreading apart as the thighs became inhumanly big.

“Damn. It feels like I am touching a horse.”

It really felt like she was touching an animal, for the bull was so, so, so damn large!

She looked up to the stallion and ejaculated again, mewling and gagging as the squirts burned through her pussy.

“Damn you…!”

She bit her lip and drew blood.

He.

Was.

So.

BUFF.

She dug buff guys—the bigger the better—and that guy was the best of all.

“Almost unreal… how big you are!” She spoke with a gasp between every word.

He purred and smirked lightly. His face was ultra-manly, yet so boyish, in a way. So damn handsome, but virgin, as if the bull was just fresh out of puberty.

“H-how old… you…?”

She couldn’t ask. She was squirting too hard, and her massive monsterzilla tits lactating too heavy, to form words or coherent sentences.

“Uuurrrhm! Uuurhm-aaarhm! Uuuuurrrhm!!” The monster boomed, grunted, and roared. He, too, could barely speak, for he was too hot, and if he lost control of his penis, he would flood that whole damn place. Probably kill her. “Aaaarrhm! Uuuurrrrrhm!”

Still, eventually, after a long ass time, he spoke:

“Uuurrhm… eight… uuurrhm… teen.”

She squirted heavily from hearing this.

Eighteen??

Did she hear that right? EIGHTEEN???

“It c-can’t… it can’t be!”

She squirted and lactated at the pace of her heartbeat.

Eighteen? Was that stallion really ONLY eighteen years old? She had met 40-year-old war veterans who looked less manly than he was—but then again, when she paid close attention to his face, she noticed that, despite his iron-strong bones and impeccable facial structure, he was extremely, uncommonly youthful.

“Damn…!!” She gasped, and her eyes almost bulged out with surprise.

Eighteen years old?? How…??

“How can you be… so… big?”

She lactated profusely on his shorts as her tits became harder than hard, like iron balls attached to her chest.

“Uuuurrrrhm! Good genes.”

“Fuck.” She drew her breath. She almost suffocated on the air. “These are… the best… genes.”

She drew one hand closer, much closer to the bottom of one of his balls, drawing lines of precum that kept pouring out of his shorts, the shorts themselves throbbing and shaking with the pulsations of his monster cock, his virile, still-soft beast.

Her hand felt heavy with the fluids alone! How much heavier would it feel when she cupped one of those bastards and felt their weight, their sheer potency?

“God! There’s liters of semen!” She gasped, and she saw the veins around the balls expand through the shorts, and gallons of fresh bull milk flow through them to be deposited heavily, with loud wet thuds, at the bottom of the testicles, adding more weight, more power, more breeding potential to that Herculean boy.

Gloooorsh!

Gluuuursh!!

She drew a deep breath, then… she closed her eyes…

You can do this!

… and she opened her eyes again and faced him, falling in love with his face and his deep, endless eyes of majestic brown hues.

“I’m… sorry. Taking this long… I… brain… melted…” She tried to speak, but then she got lost on the labyrinth of bulging muscles that were his abs, a set of ten-pack abs when he was sitting, and then… “Fuck.”

She shook her head and got back on track.

“I… take your huge balls… now.”

She gulped, and then she moved her hands up to the waistband of his shorts.

She avoided touching much of his skin, as every inch of him numbed her mind with potent orgasms.

“Damn. Damn. You’re so hot. You’re so… big!”

She masticated her tongue while looking deeply at his big white dick.

The mass of it! That… hideous, convoluted mass!

“You’ve got so much dick…” She giggled. “It’s like this huge… strange shape lump in your pants!”

She laughed a little harder, then slid her fingers into his pants, around the elastic waistband of his shorts, and the boy, helping her, raised his colossal butt a little from the couch, giving her enough space to pull out his massive shorts.

The precum flooded the massive hole on the couch where his butt cheeks once where. She felt it sliding in, burning and bubbling as it flowed.

Her breasts were so large that they were bathed, inevitably, by the curtain of precum that kept pouring and raining from under his shorts. The massiveness of her fat tits prevented her from leaning into him without squeezing them against his massive orbs.

She ejaculated like crazy when her breasts fell upon his nuts, their turgid shape bending effortlessly under the much stronger, almost solid composition of the stallion’s ultra-massive, super-powerful orbs.

“Jesus. These aren’t testicles. These are nukes!”

The bull had tactical nuclear weapons for genitals!

Her entire body vibrated as the giant testicles, still constricted by his shorts, bulged and throbbed against the sinking mass of her ultra-colossal breasts. She felt every pulse and every thud, and her womb was going crazy, going insane with horniness by that touch of the manliest man’s manliest organs.

“Jesus. Your testicles are insane!” She licked her lips voraciously, highlighting the fatness of their mass, the dick-sucking, cock-milking feature of their lumpiness and fleshiness, and then she got herself more used to his insane testicles, getting to know their shape and density the deeper they sank into her own overwhelming orbs.

The bull was almost dying, and his growls became almost too disturbing to count.

“Uuuurrrhm!! Uuuuurrrhmm!! Uuuuuuuuurrrhmm!!”

The sofa cracked under his arms as she crushed the back rest with his hands like toothpicks. The fabric crumbled like wet paper under his grip, and his muscles became more than just colossal, they became frightening and intimidating, giving the woman a taste of his POWER when it was not just for show.

I pity the man who becomes his enemy, she pondered. If this beast, this white boy, this ANIMAL… if he uses his power for violence, he can destroy an entire battalion with nothing but his NAKED BODY!

That bull was unreal. Like some superhuman out of comic books or a demigod from the Greek myths.

She drew a deeper breath and pulled his shorts, but she realized that, even with all of that lubrication, the man’s shorts were incredibly thighs around his physique.

Not surprising. It’s like a horse wearing human-sized shorts.

With another gulp, she put her strong, gym-trained body to use. Her long, elegant arms hardened into strong, bulging biceps, and her shoulders rippled with bowling balls growing atop these arms, with her back becoming a sexy wall of ripped, veiny muscles that bulged and contorted as she gritted her teeth and drew sharper and faster breaths, pulling out his shorts with more of her own superhuman strength.

The precum poured out of his shorts by the liter, splashing loudly on her super-hard tits, covering her with goo as she drew inches of the shorts outwards, getting a good look at the stallion’s over-massive dick root.

“Holy… mother…!!” She shook her head and controlled herself. She didn’t allow her orgasms get the better of her, and instead kept pulling, pulling, pulling those shorts to reveal of more the stallion’s gorgeous instrument!