Chapter 8

He was big.

He was bigger than big.

Duh.

She was the biggest guy in the world.

Her eyes were fried when she laid them on him. Therefore, what she remembered of him… the way she remembered it… it was only much later that she could recall exactly what she saw, and she’d never figure out the exact order in which she saw him, or how clearly she saw it, for everything in her brain became… like… this:

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An absolute mess.

Just pure, horn-induced madness going on for eternity.

Everyone brain in that gym was a little deep fried like this. Every mind turned to mush.

She—and those other GODDAMN BITCHES—was one of the few ones who was strong enough to compose herself and move (a little) aftwerwards. She was one of the few people who could survive, who could withstand seeing…

HIM

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!!

Boom!!

What did she see first?

What was the first thing she noticed about him?

Well, for starters, is that he was big.

Muscles everywhere. Like an animal. Like a horse or a bull who had laid back on a bench and gotten all of its fur peeled off. Like… a naked horse. Or a naked bull.

He was like an elephant. Like… god, so many muscles!

She had never imagined so many muscles on a guy. She had seen some erotic cartoon arts shared on Twitter, but none of them were so big, so virile, as muscular as he was.

He just had too many muscles! And all of his muscles were so! Damn! Big!!

But also—and maybe this was the second thing she noticed about him—was that his muscles were… beautiful.

All muscles were beautiful in her mind, but overly muscular men rarely were. She likely fitness, pretty boys type, certainly not roided up monstrosities that always frequented gyms like that one, and certainly always pulled weights as brutally large as the ones he was pulling.

He was more muscular than any roided up beast she had ever met, but…

God! Her eyes filled up with tears and stars and candy. He’s beautiful!

Handsome? Yes. The most handsome motherfucking man she had ever seen.

He was also… beautiful. Elegantly so.

He’s brutal, V-shaped torso was also modeled after an hourglass of sorts, and his tremendous shoulders and trapped narrowed down into an impressive narrow (for his size and bulk) waist line. Certainly not as tremendously thin, almost microscopic like her own waistline, but much more than any other man of his height.

When guys bulked up like that, they almost always lost all elegance and delicacy to their bodies. Hence, roided up beasts.

He wasn’t like that, though.

He’s… a fitness model! She shuddered, and her pussy made… squirt! Squirt! Squirt! He’s so damn handsome!!

She was seeing him laid down, so his beauty, the elegance of his frame, wasn’t even as evident as it would later become.

He’s so fucking hot!!!

And so fucking huge too.

Like… Muscles!!

There was no other way to put it.

Muscles! Oh my god!! She covered her mouth. Muscles!! Oh my god, muscles!! Damn muscles!!

Her heart throbbed.

Muscles! Muscles!! Muscles!!

Tumdum!! – hearthrob!

Tumdum!

Tudmdum!

Heart and pussy. And breasts and butt. All throbbing. All jiggling.

“Uuuurrhm!! Uuuuurrrhmm!! Rrrruuuhmm!!” The stud roared, or rather, he grunted, but his grunts all sounded like roars.

JESUS CHRIST HE’S SO DAMN BIG…!!!

She couldn’t stop melting for him.

Melting, indeed: salivating, lactating, wetting, often squirting, and sweating too. She was sweating more profusely now that she saw him, and every nerve in her body was hijacked by the instinct to BREED.

She thought about breeding. Getting bred by him. Mating.

Pump!!

Pump!!

Pump!!

She thought about copulating with that goddamned male until her brains seeped through her nostrils and her organs, just like her ovaries, were molten mush.

Pump!!

Pump!!

Boom!!

Her womb exploded.

A big jet of squirt left her pussy.

“Aaarh… eeeh… eeeek!!” She rubbed her legs together and…

Squirt!

Squirt!

Squirt!!

She squirted, and she lactated harder too. Her bikini was almost removed by her breasts as her nipples infuriatingly ejaculated big loads of milk that seeped from under the fabric like ice cream being scooped.

Blorsh!

Splat!

Splat!

Her body wasn’t just dripping. It was unraveling. It was melting with big, lumpy portions coming out of her, and these portion no longer merely “dripped” on the ground, but splattered, crashed, collided on the wooden floor—which was darker and all wet in that area, like a small pool having formed around the stallion, who continued to work out as if nothing happened, none the wiser… or just very good at pretending.

“Uuuurrhm!! Uuuuurrhm!! Uuuuurrrrhmm!!”

“God…” She bit her fat, red lips.

He was such a god of muscles!

“He’s so… thick!”

Bulky. Just… enormous as FUCK.

He was a male model, a supermodel, but also… “God, he’s so, so big!”

A roided up beast. Without the roids. All natural—somehow. Impossibly so!

He was laying down, mind you, so she still didn’t get to see the full scale of all of his muscles. He looks like the most… biggest… the most beefiest stud I have ever seen! She thought, still trying to put the pieces of her melting brain together.

She gasped. The muscles of the stud continued to grow as he exercised.

Packed. He looked absolutely packed. The muscles fought for space in his body. The overwhelmed his own frame, which was massive, and arms fought against lats which fought against traps which fought against his obliques and his legs for space in that enormous bench.

The ground shook as he pumped. She saw the floor gently wobbling as he pushed and pulled the colossal weights. Up and down.

Wobble!

Up and down.

Wobble!

His penis…

His penis..

His…

…

…

Another brain melt.

Focus, focus, focus, focus!

She licked her lips, and the saliva dripped on her bosom.

She avoided looking at his crotch, though the crotch was quite unavoidable.

Another peek at it, and her womb would explode!

Pump!!

Pump!!

Pump!!

Pump!!

The ground wobbled, the walls shook.

Everybody’s jaws were down. Their breaths formed gentle puffs of steam in that chilly, sunny day.

The bull pushed the weights up, and the ground shook underneath him.

Pump!!

The bull pulled the weighs down, and the ground shook and wobbled yet again.

Pump!! Boom!!

On and on, making his god-like muscles even more godly than they were.

She stood there, dumbfounded, trying to comprehend the scale of that man.

God, what… mass! She thought

I can’t believe how big he is!

His muscles… god, look at all of these muscles! They’re like… mountains of power! Pure fucking steel!

Pump!!

Pump!!

Pump!!

The entire place is shaking as he exercises. Fuck, this is so, so hot!

And oh my god, his crotch… look at his almighty crotch!!

She tried not looking at it. Again. She tried, and she often failed.

His crotch was too tremendous. It was a mass down there, sitting between his legs, jutting up and down awkwardly in front of everyone else, tightly compact in those generous clothes, so loose and comfortable, like a fleshly snake that grew along with the rest of his muscles.

The bull groaned and roared, and she couldn’t yet see his face from that angle. The bull was laying down, after all, and she saw him from the front, standing right between his colossal legs, with a premium view of his bull-like muscles.

Dear god, he’s so big!

I’ve never seen a guy this big!

He’s so… big. And strong. And muscular.

Her breasts wobbled constantly, almost touching the tip of her chin as the stud exercised and caused the entire place to rumble like an earthquake.

Dear god, his muscles keep growing! His legs… they keep swelling and pumping!

She gave his thighs a good look, and inevitably, her eyes were drawn back to his dick.

His massive fucking dick!!

She thought of horses and donkeys. None of them would be as large as he was.

When she saw his dick, or the bulge of it under his black sports shorts, she dropped her jaw even lower, and her jaw kicked on her breasts which expanded and gushed another good, generous portion of milk on her bikini.

Glursh!

Glursh!

Glursh!

She felt the milk streaming in ever more generous portions down her body.

She didn’t care.

Her brain was partially melted… no, like, almost entirely melted at this point by his dick, his bulge, which was just as tremendous as the rest of me.

“Are you even real??” She asked, and she startled herself by asking.

There were huffs and grunts coming from her left. She turned to see who it was, and then she remembered that…

Ah, yeah. I am not alone here.

The Five Babes were there. They were the only women in that community who rivaled her in beauty, looks, boobs, everything.

She looked at them and they looked at her. Lightning bolts flared between their eyes. Their breasts expanded and their chests swelled. Consciously or not, the girls turned to each other and flaunted their massive bosoms, expanding their boobs to assert dominance like animals in the wild.

For once, the princess had to admit she was beaten.

She was the shortest of the bunch by far, for none of those Five Babes were shorter than six feet tall. Damn fucking monstrosities, these white bitches!

Indeed, they were all tall, and they were all white. Two blondes, two brunettes, and one stunning redhead. Six feet, six feet two…

The tallest was 6’4’’, and she was the uttermost queen bee of the place.

The short princess avoided saying her name, for she was utterly intimidated by her.

She knew her only as… Goddess.

The Goddess of the Beach.

The biggest breasts, the longest pairs of legs, the thickest thighs, the most massive ass, the hardest and most ripped abs… she had it all in spades!

Her golden hair shone as if its locks had been stripped from the outer layers of the sun, and they went down, down, down to her humongous ass cheeks, which were as colossal and round as if she were a Brazilian hoe—but just like the princess, just like all of the other top bitches, she was well-bred, all natural, and pure.

She was an Aryan goddess to put even a big-tittied MENA babe like her in her place with only an icy glance.

Whenever she saw the goddess, the princess blushed… then averted her eyes.

Her breasts are bigger.

Her ass… oh, look at it! It’s fucking colossal!

Her thighs… her thighs… god, they’re so fat and full!

She’s so much taller than I am, and so much more fucking powerful!

She was powerful, indeed, for unlike the MENA princess, who needed to work hard against her genetics to develop big and visible muscles, the Goddess had big musculature hard-coded in her DNA, being descendant from Valkyries and Vikings, so she rarely spent time in the gym, but already flaunted muscles that were almost too big for her tall, elegant body.

She was a supermodel. If she were an OnlyFans or pornographic model, she’d made tens of millions of dollars a month without breaking sweat.

She was tall, mega-busty, and extremely elegant—but her muscles already overwhelmed her without trying! If she spent any time working them out, she’d become buff and swollen… just like that guy.

Everything the MENA princess wanted, she had in spades.

The princess felt a twinkle in her eyes… and then a lonely tears dripped down, landing on the pool of milk and saliva on her boobs.

The Goddess looked at her. The princess looked away.

The place was shaking by the god exercising, and then the princess realized that all that beast, all that muscle… they weren’t meant for her!

Surprising everyone, though, the princess walked to the Goddess and her four acolytes. Her enormous breasts bounced and rumbled, swaying heavily side to side as the four lesser babes straightened their backs and expanded their breasts further, trying to match the tremendous boobs of that daring, petite interloper.

The princess felt confident, if only a little. Her mighty boobs matched the ones of those four babes, being clearly inferior only to those of the tall, cold Bitch Queen.

She stopped, and the air between them was fiery. It was like a furnace between their bodies, with their breasts keeping them apart, and their fertile bodies resonating with the iron-like echoes of the stallion’s pump.

Bulge!

Bulge!

Bulge!

The princess looked up at the Goddess, and…

Damn, this is unfair! How can her eyes be so perfect??

She was an Aryan goddess ripped straight out of a Nazi poster. Her long ass hair was even tired on a beautiful ponytail, in a gorgeous and intricate knotted pattern, again, just like those carvings on the walls of her Nordic ancestros.

The princess stopped before the princess, looked up to her… and bowed.

“Veronica,” she muttered, and the room felt a thud with the fabric of the universe being ripped.

She spoke her name. Once. Just that once.

And she felt her heart contract and almost collapse in itself, sinking into her womb, which was super warm, damn, and super hard.

The princess spoke the Goddess’s name… then took a bow.

She bowed before her. If only slightly.

The goddess became a little less cold, a little less frigid when she saw this, and she made a very slight, subtle gesture to her friends, who then relaxed their postures, lowered their shoulders, and made their giant tits a little less imposing, less intimidatingly huge.

The princess gulped, then spoke with her eyes down:

“My queen…” She gulped again. “I want to congratulate you on your boyfriend.”

She felt the tears building on the back of her eyes. She gritted her teeth and made herself strong before accepting her defeat.

Defeat, alright. Before the Goddess, one couldn’t do anything but… surrender.

She was a goddess herself, but of a much lesser rank than the Blond Goliath.

White people are always so superior. Damn! She bit her lip while she thought. There’s no competing with this race of behemoths!

The stud was white as well, though he was less intimidating than those Five Supreme Bitches because of his beautiful tan, a sun-kissed skin that made him look even healthier, totally not pale like white boys like him used to be.

Anyway, where was she?

Ah, yes. She was prostrating before The Queen.

“He is absolutely… huge.” She raised her eyes as she spoke, and the queen could clearly see the tears that were budding on them, as well as the shivering that was entirely her own, not just the effect of the god pumping and groaning next to them. “I’m sure you’re going to make… many beautiful babies together.”

The queen’s face went from frigid to neutral, and she…

Pump!!

Pump!!

Boom!!

Oh.

Oh, my god!

What a shocking thing!

The heart of the princess throbbed a little faster when she saw the queen gently nod to her. A nod that, in a way, also looked like a gentle, respectful bow—but she didn’t jump to any conclusions, as she wasn’t (yet) so foolish or arrogant.

“Thanks,” the queen answered.

And of course her voice was perfect!

Of course her voice was prettier, more feminine, yet also clearer and stronger than hers!

The Goddess was superior to that petty, dark-skinned princess in every conceivable way!

If the princess had the voice of canary from the heavens, the Goddess had the voice of the universe itself—if the Universe had been personified into a white BITCH.

The princess gulped, then shuddered.

And then…

“He is not my boyfriend, though.”

The heart of the princess fell again in her womb.

The place continued to shake, quake, and rumble, and the princess swore she heard some squeals and moans nearby, and the gushing of squirt on the floor followed by at least three spontaneous ejaculations in the crowd, among that multitude of beautiful, rich, but inferior folks who watched the superhuman stallion exercised and pump those splendid muscles.

The princess quivered. “Oh.”

And then, for no reason in particular, she looked down at the queen’s ripped abs (she had a natural six-pack without even trying, that CUNT) and saw her crotch glowing.

The queen looked down at the princess’s abs as well.

The two women looked at each other’s crotches, gauging each other’s breeding potential, sizing each other up in the only manner a woman could be sized up: by the power of her WOMB.

“Congratulations on your womb.”

The princess blushed when she heard the queen compliment her like that.

“T-thanks.” She gulped. “Yours is bigger and stronger.” She blushed harder, and she actually smiled when she bowed again and confessed: “You are… so superior than I am in every way.”

“I know.”

Pump!!

Pump!!

Pump!!

Boom!!

The queen turned to her posse.

“Go to the other side.”

She commanded. Pure coldness, she was.

The other babes looked at each other in shock, but they dared not disrespect the deity.

With their heads bobbing low and their breasts jumping high, they quietly moved around the bench to stand on the other side, leaving the Queen and the Princess together, side by side, to watch and admire that man—that animal!—exercise until he no longer could.

Until he no longer cared.

And decided, obviously, to stake his claim on that beach with his massive penis and the gallons of juice his gonads were clearly able to produce!

“He’s going to breed one of us, you know.”

“Huh.”

Pump!!

Pump!!

Pump!!

Boom!!

“I will not share him.”

“I know.” She gulped. “M-my goddess.”

Pump!!

Pump!!

Pump!!

“Don’t get your hopes up.” Finally, the Deity flaunted the fullness, the redness of her fat lips with a beautiful, wide, snarky smirk. “We know damn well who he’s going to choose.”

The tears swelled up to back of the princess’s eyes, almost gushing and raining down on her cheeks…

“Yes, my goddess.”

… but what else could she do but sheepishly reply, lower her head, and help herself to the few scraps of that stud she’d ever going to get.