Chapter 10

He lifted the weight one last time, and the princess salivated as she watched his muscles, his enormous biceps and triceps especially, tear through the tight sleeves of his red jersey.

That bastard! He wore such a massive, loose jersey… but no, it wasn’t loose. Not in his body. His muscles managed to outpace even that jersey and those colossal trunks, outgrowing their expansive cloth and making them fit tightly, very tightly around their round, mountainous lumps.

He pulled the weight up, and the sleeves clung tightly to his biceps, highlighting their inhuman dimensions.

“Jesus…” She shivered. His arms were bigger than herself. His biceps and triceps, combined, formed a lump of mass thicker than her hips were wide. Only her bosom was bigger than his arms, but not by a lot.

He took his sweet, long time raising those weights until his arms were all outstretched.

Five thousand pounds. He pushed five thousand pounds up like it was nothing.

He didn’t tremble. He didn’t shiver. The slowness of the movement would have torn up the tendons and fibers of the arms of any other men, and lesser pecs would have exploded from the sheer pressure minutes ago, but his only grew bigger, his fibers only thickened and grew stronger, and the bull kept a cool, steady breath, with only a few droplets of sweat forming on his handsome, handsome face.

“He’s chiseled as fuck…!” The princess uttered, and her pussy sprayed the ground harder as she watched the perfection of his face, the flawless structure of his bones, and how mighty and thick these bones were, how precise their lines were, how jovial and masculine his jawline was, one to cut diamonds with. “Oh god…”

She squirted like she pissed herself, and the same was true for everyone else in that gym.

More people excused themselves out of the place. He was too hot for them.

The Queen Bee trembled next to the princess, wholly paralyzed, one leg raised above the other and kicking the air like a dog who’d been zapped by electricity.

The bull raised and raised and raised those demonic weights, and his arms rippled.

Wroom!!

Wroom!!

The muscular fibers of his arms and pecs trembled like iron chords, resonating in the air like the stroked on the titanium chords of a massive guitar—a guitar made for titans.

Wroooom-booooom…!!!

His muscles rippled, then bulged outwards, and the princess gasped as she swore she heard the fibers of his jersey ripping apart.

He was so powerful he could undress without laying his hands on his clothes. All he needed was… a particularly vigorous, strong muscle flex, and the clothes would be all torn up from his body instantly.

“Oh my… goodness…”

The princess breathed fasted and sweat more profusely, and her pussy began to burn (especially her clit) with the intensity and length of those sustained squirts.

She cleared her throat, frowned, and pouted when she looked at his arms and saw them, still, mostly covered by those enormous sleeves of his jersey.

“Oh my god… you… bull!”

He had done that on purpose. Wore such massive jersey that day, but one that clung so tightly to his body when he was so pumped and aroused.

The clothes didn’t reveal one inch of his body that the ladies wanted to see the most. The juiciest parts of his physique were all hidden, and the bastard knew that! She could see it in his light brown eyes of infinite depth, and the pesky smirk he kept on his thick, lush lips.

“Jesus… kiss me…”

The princess was losing track of her words when the stud boomed, then rested the enormous bars on the handles by the bench.

Clank!!

The ground shook.

The floor cracked under the feet of the bench.

Crack!!

Crack!!

The bench sank an inch deeper into the wooden floor, and the bar wobbled perilously, very unstable on that rest.

A horse could sit on that bench without much trouble, but he and those weights were too much of a dangerous bundle.

When he let go of the bar, it swung upward in the middle, bending itself into an arc thanks to the terrible weight.

“Uuurhm-aaarhm!” The monster groaned, and steam burst from his nostrils.

He sat.

He moved his colossal torso upwards and sat on that bench.

His enormous junk shook vivaciously in his black trunks.

Black sports shorts, red jersey. A dangerous, erotic combination. He looked like a lifeguard. A lifeguard from hell.

The bull stud sat on the bed, and two more cracks formed under its legs.

Crack!!

Crack!!

He turned around gently and faced the princess.

Her heart raced.

She could hear it thumping on the back of her eardrums.

She could FEEL her heart throbbing as the stud turned his torso, his body, his face to her.

His junk. His penile monstrosity faced her, a monstrous bulge aiming at her heart—and her sex.

Throb!! Throb!!

Throb!! Throb!!

Her womb grew three times its size as her eggs throbbed visibly on the sides of her body, right above her hips.

The bull turned his deep brown eyes down to her crotch, and there he saw the big bulge of her uterine walls and the juicy, oval shape of her eggs throbbing, always throbbing above her hips, disgorging gallons of juices that flowed down through her pussy and down, down, down on her juicy, juicy legs.

Splish-splash!

Splish-splash!

Splish…!

The bull licked his lips, and when he looked over to her eyes again, the princess orgasmed yet again.

“Weights,” the bull spoke, and his voice shook her womb like a pair of fingers stimulating her clit.

“Eeeee…!!” The princess shivered, and her massive tits perked up, and she came yet again, even harder, her pussy going

Splish!

Splish!

Spliiiiirsh!!

on the ground, and her breasts lactating insanely on her bikini.

A bunch of men walked near the god, trembling with their cocks hard in their pants.

“Y-yes, sir!” They meekly answered, and one by one, began removing the colossal weight of the bar, which straightened itself up more and more as the weights were taken out.

Took them five minutes to take down all of those weights, and they were the biggest guys on that gym; guys who’d flirted with the princess and even, some of them, got to her panties, but whom she had all rejected for having small dicks.

The smallest of the dudes was 8 inches hard, and he packed 260 pounds of muscle.

The most well-endowed was also the bigger, at a staggering 400 pounds of muscle, and he packed a colossal 12-incher that did drill a bunch of orgasms from her tight MENA pussy, but nothing special, not enough for her to have babies with him or anything.

All of these guys, over a dozen of them, obeyed the bull impishly as he commanded even more guys to bring him a different set of weights:

“A bit of arm work,” he spoke, and his voice drove orgasm after orgasm into the pussies and pants of so many women.

And those men as well. One of the dudes cried and shivered, and his knees went to the ground as he ejaculated without touching his dick, forming a big white smirch in his pants before collapsing wholesale on the ground, shaking impotently like a fish out of water, electrified just like the Queen Bee had been.

“Bring in the bicep pump,” the bull spoke, and the other guys immediately understood what he meant by this.

“Dear god…” These dudes uttered as they walked, and two big guys were needed to carry the weight back to the bull.

It was a single dumbbell, but loaded with incredible weights.

The princess gasped when she saw it, and she also almost laughed. The dumbbell was almost comical in its size, holding weights that were too plentiful and too big for it—though it too, like that long bar before it, was the thickest and strongest dumbbell in the gym, colored black also, and it was the only instrument in the place that could hold so many weights for that one-handed exercise.

As stated, two guys were needed to bring the colossal weight to the god: one was a 300-pound stud with a 10-inch dick (she knew him; she had savored him and drank from his loads), and the other was the 400-pound stud whose 12-inch behemoth had almost been good enough for her. Almost.

Their muscles were pumped and their bodies were swollen, super ripped, as they carried that weight and laid it at the god’s feet.

Boom!!

The stallion didn’t address them. He merely picked up the weight and began to do bicep curls with one arm.

Wrooom!

Wroom!

Wrooom!!

The ground shook, the walls trembled as he pumped and pumped and pumped. Each up-and-down motion of his arm displaced the air around him, and the princess felt like a fire breath against her; as if the mouth of a furnace—or a volcano—was opening and closing right in front of her, and every pump of that bicep and tricep opened the doors to hell to her, blowing hot her in her splendid body.

“D-dear l-lord…” She pissed herself with squirt again, and the other white babes on the other side, the posse of the Queen Bee, pissed themselves just the same as they gathered around, closer to the god, and gasped more often while watching his muscles tense, harden, and grow.

The sleeve became tighter around his muscular arm, and through its cloth, the princess could spot the plethora of veins bulging and growing.

God, he had so many veins…!!

His veins were like pipes and tubes running around his torso-sized arm.

God, look at this arm! The princess licked her lips.

The muscles rippled and bulged, and his forearm grew bigger than the lower legs of all those other muscles studs, being like calves under his wrists, and his bicep exploded enormously, almost tearing a whole in the red cloth of his sleeve.

“Uuuurhm!! Wrrrruuum!! Wrrrrruuumm!!!”

The bull breathed like a lion roaring, like an engine being revved, and his neck thickened as he stopped pumping after a minute and moved the weight to the other arm, which he proceeded to pump just as calmly and casually.

Pump!!

Boom!!

Pump!!

Boom!!

This went on for minutes and minutes on end, and the princess felt her throat dry up like the Sahara (the opposite of what was going around her nipples and pussy lips) when her eyes were brought down again to the other thing that was pumping and jumping so joyously with that strenuous exercise: the massive bulge, or rather, the staggering crotch tumor of the bull!

Glorsh!

Glorsh!

Glorsh!!

She heard his semen.

Dear god, I can hear his semen!!

Yep, she heard it, thick and hot like molasses flowing up and down and around his turgid balls.

She could see more of the shape and mass of his penile supremacy like that, from that angle, with the bull sitting like that, his enormous legs spread wide open, as wide as he could spread them.

Bulge!!

Bulge!!

Bulge!!

His bulge was tremendous, and the snake was clearly thicker than her arms. Not just her wrists; her arms! His penis was certainly thicker than many men’s muscular arms, and to be penetrated by that bull, that stallion, would be like having a whole fist up her twat.

“Like… breeding with an actual horse,” she spoke aloud, and she didn’t give a damn.

His incredible penis was rolled around itself, tired up like a knot under those damned trunks, those sports shorts, and the weight of his balls showed at the bottom of his wear as the massive things pushed down against the black cloth, two oval-shaped baby-graving-making tanks that thudded and thumped at the rhythm of his virile bicep pumps.

“Uuurhm!! Hhhrrrmmm!! Uuuuurrrhm!! Uuuuuurrrrhmm!!!”

The bull continued to grunt as he continued to pump, and before the princess noticed it, ten minutes had passed.

“Fucking shit,” the bull spoke, and then he dropped the weight on the ground.

CRASH!!!

This time, he was careless (or just uncaring) when dropping the weight, and though it fell from a short height (under two feet), it crashed through the thick floor and sank under the sands underneath it.

“Uuurhm. Pathetic little pump.”

The stud didn’t bother stretching out or relaxing his muscles after the pump. He stood up instead, simply and without warning.

Roooooooaaaaaaammm!!!!

The place shook.

The princess shivered, squealed, and squirted.

GOD HE WAS TALL

Sure he was. She knew this the moment she whiffed his scent, but now

Now

Noooooooooowwwww

Now she got the full view of his muscles, the clearest and most unmistakable sight of his true height—and the beast stood at 6’8’’ precisely. A massive mountain.

All cock.

All balls.

All muscles.

“Uuuurrhm. Uuuurrhm. Uuuuuurrhm.”

His breath shook the ground. It stirred up her eggs too.

“Uuurhm. Uuuuurhm. Uuuuuurhm.”

After a quick look around, the bull sank his heavy eyes on her—and his eyes were heavier and denser than all the weights he had pulled so far.

“Come,” he commanded, looking straight at her. Her. The princess.

“Aaah-eeee…!!”

The princess tightened her fists, gritted her teeth, rolled her eyes, and…

Squirt!

Squirt!

Squirt!

Squiiiiiiiirt!!!

More squirt. More milk. More mess all around her, and the Queen Bee, once so proud and haughty, laid semi-conscious on the ground, mumbling nonsensical words while the squirt and milk of the MENA princess touched her thighs as the puddles grew and sprinkled her body wetter just a bit.

“Not like this, but good enough,” the bull said, smiling so friendly at the petite dark-skinned beauty, who continued to shake and cum and shake and squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt… “Come as in: some with me,” the bull spoke again, and then walked past her, exiting the gym. “Come with me if you wanna cum—for real.”

He walked away, and the princess squirted, moaned, then screamed a little longer, suffering from excessive orgasms for almost a full minute, before she steeled herself and forced to walk after him, following him while squirting all the way out of that gym.