Son of a Steed

Chad hoped he’d never see his father again. If he did, he swore, he’d give him a good punch in the face – though Chad looked at himself in the mirror and realized this wouldn’t end well for himself.

His father was a beast. And he, Chad himself? Nothing but the runt of his enormous litter.

Chad wasn’t resentful. He was just a bit… down most of the time.

Daddy Chad had hundreds of children at this point. Not much time left to pay attention to any of them. “Sorry, kid,” Chad remembered his father’s words. “But there’s a whole world out there I haven’t explored. Or fucked.”

Chad remembered his words, yes, and the chuckles that usually followed them. Deep chuckled, a grave laughter, like a hammer in the bosom of the earth.

Boom… Boom… Boom…

Chad’s father was a piece of a man. He was probably The Man, you know. The only man that mattered. The only man who has ever existed – everybody else being a woman in comparison.

“Damn you, dad…” Chad grumbled often, but didn’t rue his fate too much. He knew it was bad for the soul, and anyway, it was useless.

He wouldn’t grow any taller or stronger because of it. So he just… *whatever*.

He carried on with his life and hoped that something, someday would improve. That his fate would change and perhaps, just maybe, a little bit of his father’s genes would finally show up to him.

He carried on and enjoyed his life, which, in that tiny, bucolic town in the US mountains, was as pleasant as life could be.

* * * * *

Chad’s dad was a 6’8’’ stud with wild black hair and 300 to 400 pounds of muscle. Were not for his generous height, he would look too swole for his own good, like a bodybuilder always “on season.”

Chad’s dad was a hunk and a stud. Everywhere he went, he left a trail of pregnant bellies behind. It’d been like this since forever, as soon as the young stallion had hit puberty.

“Sorry, kid, but you will know my troubles when it happens to you,” his dad told him, and Chad ignored him, because…

“Maybe your good genes skipped this kid, dad,” Chad grumbled. “I’m nothing like you.”

The only thing Chad remembered was his father’s embrace, yes, and his caring playfulness with his hair, rubbing his huge fist on his head and making his hair even wilder and all messy.

“Trust me, kid. You’re probably gonna be the best of my litter,” his dad said, and then left it at that, jumping off to another city and another dozen of pregnant bellies.

Chad envied his dad’s ability to swoon any woman and impregnate on the same night. Actually, on the spot, most of the time – though “ability” might not have been the right word for it, as Chad’s dad did not put any effort into anything in his life, Lord of Slackers as he was, and instead his body, beauty, and bulge did all the work for him.

Women spotted him.

Women wetted themselves.

Women dripped for him.

Women fucked him. Or got fucked by him (whichever was his mood at the moment).

It was just that, all the time, on and on again.

Sure, Chad’s dad was unmistakably charismatic and smooth; probably the greatest sweet-talker and sincerely funniest dude alive, with a personality to match his body and looks, but even his personality rarely got the time to shine after women were almost completely, wholly entranced by his abnormal physique.

There were beautiful men, there were hot men, there were super hot men, and then there was Chad’ dad! Even Chad felt a little… weird around his groin when looking at pictures of his dad.

“Jesus, Dad…”

His junk got hard.

His dad was really fucking hot. Stupidly hot. The hottest man alive. So hot that, even if he had been, indeed, a complete psychopath, neither Chad nor anyone would ever really put any blame on him, or even just see any fault on the man.

He was just too hot. After a certain level of hotness, you see, one rises above all crime and flaw, and reality itself becomes the playground for his most depraved, degenerate whims.

Chad’s dad, though, was a real man. Good and wholesome and all that, if completely lazy and carefree. His biggest debauchery was going from town to town, picking up women, knocking up them, and leaving them behind to repeat the process.

“Men were made to breed,” he often said with the biggest, dumbest grim on his face and two or three ladies in his arms, themselves purring, giggling, and rubbing their swollen bellies. Beautiful, pregnant mommies whom he had blessed with his seed. “You will know it when you get of age. You will know it – and then you’ll never stop!” He gloated, he laughed, and then he went on to fuck those ladies like they weren’t even pregnant, but instead in deep, urgent need of his seed.

Chad hated his father. And he envied him. He envied his capacity to just… look at a woman, and then, seconds later, have her in his arms rubbing the swollen, wet mound of her pussy in his outrageous bulge.

Chad knew the power his father held in his bulge. When looking at his own penis, he wondered if he’d would ever grow to match one-third of his old man. “I guess I did skip those genes.”

Chad grumbled and carried on, and for years and years on end, long after most kids around his age had reached puberty, Chad remained unremarkable. Indeed, the ultimate symbol of unremarkability: so thoroughly average and uninteresting that, in the end, no one noticed him. No one ever bothered to notice him even when they stared straight at him.

Like a ghost. Or air, but completely unessential.

Chad did not exist – and he liked it this way. Well, he did not “like it”, but he’d made peace with it, and like his father, he was quite lazy and carefree. A typical slacker, though with none of the good mood and good humor often associated with these types in 80s American movies.

Chad was just there, and he learned to live with this. He enjoyed nature and the secludedness, the isolation of that small town where his father paid for his education.

Chad had chosen that place. It was nice. It was quaint. It was uneventful, and he figured that, as an added bonus, his father would rarely come by and leave a trail of knocked up beauties to either embarrass or harass him (Chad did not enjoy female company that much).

One of the country’s top schools was there. Secluded place for rich kids and all that.

His father paid for it, kissed his son goodbye, and that was it.

Chad’s dad was also rich, but that’s a matter for another topic, maybe another story. It doesn’t really matter, does it? A man with his size, beauty, and attributes would come about money no matter what. Women spoiled him, and his sexual playfulness often involved a lot of wealth:

“You pay me ten grand for every minute of orgasms I give you.” He set a stopwatch. “Go.”

At the end of the night, he came out $10 million richer. He was just that kind of man.

Even though he had hundreds of kids at this point, they were all well-off and without want or need, and not even Chad, the runt of the litter, went unspoiled or unprotected. “Whatever you need, kid, I’ll be there for you. In spirit or wallet, if not money.”

His dad laughed and laughed and laughed, and Chad learned to laugh as well – and that was that. Chad carried on with his quaint, unremarkable routine, and tried figuring out what to do with his life after boys started hitting their puberty (and hitting endless pussy with it) left and right around him.

Ten years. Twelve. Thirteen. The oldest friend he knew reached his puberty at fourteen, and Chad remained what he was: a clumsy, awkward little pale stick. Not even height had blessed him, having him remain five-feet-something where everyone around him sprouted way past six feet.

“Goddamn it, dad,” Chad grumbled and carried on.

He carried on and on until 16. That’s when puberty hit him. That’s when puberty crashed upon him like a meteor extinguishing the dinosaurs. “Oh. Oh, no!”

He lived his quaint little life until he was 16… and after that, life did an 180 on him, and if he wasn once dying of cold, now he would be dying of heat.

Chad hit 16 – and everything changed for the best and for the worst all at once.

* * * * *

Chad’s dad’s genetics hit him like a freight train carrying a hydrogen bomb. He had no chance against it, and neither had the girls in his quaint little mountain town.

One day, all of a sudden, Chad noticed all his clothes getting really, really tight around him, and he feared that, on top of his usual malaise, he was now putting on weight, but… well, he was, but it was only the best kind of weight.

Muscles. The boy was building muscles on top of muscles like a bodybuilder hooked on horse steroids. The thing was, Chad was lazy, and the most physical activity he did was walking, so to wake up one day and see himself way taller and more muscular was certain a whiplash, and nearly nearly the hardest or strongest whiplash he’d experience in those next two years.

Chad was actually scared by how fast he was growing. It wasn’t even, like, “growth”, but more like… mutation. “Did a nuclear plant just blow up and messed up my genes with radiation?” Chad wondered, seeing his bone structure change to give him an aggressive, diamond-cutting jawline, his skin smoothen and shine, his shoulders widen, his biceps bulge…

His body changed literally everyday. At the peak of this transformation, Chad was growing a centimeter taller every day. A full inch every three or four days. “Holy mother…!”

Chad’s puberty had finally arrived, and his father’s words had turned prescient: he was, indeed, becoming the best of his litter as he put on muscle mass like a bull – and grew his appetite just like on, eating like a bodybuilder in a quest to become world champion.

Chad’s transformation didn’t make him into a hunk overnight, but it was quite close to it. One month after he’d first noticed his clothes getting tight, Chad also noticed more and more people noticing him back, and after two or three months, Chad didn’t just notice this greater awareness, but started to get really inconvenienced by it. And scared.

Girls started attacking him. Well, not “attacking him”, not really… not at first, at least, but Chad wasn’t so dense as not to notice how weird it felt to be approached by a smokeshow one day, then two incredibly hot babes the next day, and then, when he least suspected, to be followed around by packs of tall, beautiful women with large, jiggling tits, long legs, and thick wet thighs rubbing and dripping for him, leaving long wet trails on the sidewalks as they followed him.

Before Chad was even 17, situation got a bit too overwhelming for him, so he just left.

Yep. He just dropped out of school and skipped town for no other reason that… well, he had to figure things out on his own.

Chad warned nobody and made send no official notice to school or anything. He just up and left – another trait of his father becoming more prominent on him. The boy just did not care, and he wouldn’t bother to care until he had grown to be used with that newfound body of his.

But the changes just kept coming! Chad sprouted from 5’6’’ to 6’ in a few months, then 6’3’’ in two more months, then 6’3’’ to 6’5’’ then 6’8’’…

Before he was even “of age”, the young stud had already matched his father in height – and whenever checking himself out in the mirror, butt naked, he was pretty sure he hadn’t sure reached his father in manhood, but easily surpassed him.

“I give myself this,” Chad purred, looking at himself in the mirror with an ever wider, cockier grin. “There’s no way on Earth any man can be larger than me!”

Chad tried his way on women on the big city. Supermodels approached him, blushing and quivering before him. No one cared he was underage. With one look at him, no one would ever believe he was under eighteen anyway.

Chad tried getting used to women just like he was trying to get used to his body – but he kind of failed. Women were either too nervous around him, or he was still too awkward around their beauty (again: Chad could not pull anything less than supermodel-level babes even he tried!), or worse yet, no woman really fit him.

Chad tried having sex and discovered that he was, really, far too big!

But because we’re talking about the sexual lives of (technically) an underage kid, this is as much as we can go without getting banned. Suffice to say, Chad disappeared from his quaint little town for months, trying to get the grips on the aggressive, brutal changes within him, and he only returned to it a little later, after finally finding and meeting with his father again.

* * * * *

Chad and his dad met. It was a happy reunion.

No punches were traded. In fact, only the tightest of hugs and warmest of kisses were given, and Chad would never forget the pride he felt in seeing the shock and surprise on his father’s face; a lot of pride on the old man’s face too, naturally, but a bit of confusion, even jealousy as well.

“Damn it, kid! I knew you were going to grow… but I didn’t know you were going to grow like this! And get so big!”

Chad and dad talked abour everything, and his father was utterly floored when he realized that 1) Chad was still around 17, and 2) that his growth had really only started at all a few months prior.

“Jesus! I guess my genes have a strange way of working sometimes, huh?” He laughed, and for once, Chad laughed along with his dad – they laughed together as equals. “So, kiddo, how’s it going? Fathered many children yet?”

Chad wasn’t put off by the question. Sure he wasn’t. He knew his dad. Anyone who had even the most passing of looks at the man knew that such a stud had only one purpose in life – to breed! – and anything other than leaving messy harems in his way would be unnatural and unexpected from him, completely out of whack with the laws of nature with a man so large and hung.

Just as unnatural and unexpected, for instance, as it was for Chad’s dad to learn that his son was still a virgin. Technically. “What’s the problem, son? Did the years of loneliness mess you up in the head somehow?”

Not in the head. Well, not in the head above his hips.

Chad revealed to his dad that no woman really fit him, which was a problem that his father could relate with, but then… Chad revealed to his father the true scale of his issue, and his father was, once again, floored by what he saw, and this time, the jealousy was much, much harder to hide.

…

Chad was right. He’d become much, much bigger than his dad.

“Kiddo… I guess I messed you up real good.” His father whistled, unable to take his eyes out of that monument of a man- “I think my genes worked just a little too good on ya. I don’t really know what to say.” He whistled again, raising his eyebrows like they wanted to take flight. “This is just impressive!”

Talk went, talk came. Chatting and chatting for a long, long time.

Again, I can’t be explicit about this. Father and son, you see, and Chad was still underage.

Doesn’t matter. All that mattered was one little question from his dad: “Don’t you know any woman, son, who can possibly match this manhood I gave you?”

This question shone a light on Chad’s mind immediately. Light bulb lighting up.

Chad look down, staring at the mountain of muscles that his torso had become, and uttered simply: “Stacy.” He looked up, back at his father’s eyes, and uttered that name that seemed to change the very air and weather around them: “There’s Stacy.”

* * * * *

Chad knew Stacy, sure. He’d always had.

There was not a male in town – and soon, not an Alpha male in the world – who did not know Stacy, but Chad was too “realistic” to waste time on her.

Stacy was a goddess. She was unreal in how beautiful and bountiful she was, and in how pornographic her body looked; how over-the-top her features were, and for the longest time, Chad didn’t bothered even looking at her, as this would only cause him lots of fruitless anxiety and an immediate, shameful hard-on that wouldn’t go down for hours.

Stacy was way above his league. Frankly, she was way above any man’s league, and throughout all his teenage years, Chad ignored Stacy as best as he could and tried to live his life in quiet, peace, and solitude.

Same old, same old.

When puberty hit him like a nuclear fusion creating a new star, Chad didn’t even think about Stacy at all, as he was both too confused by those changes and overwhelmed by the sudden, aggressive female attention they were garnering him. Also, Stacy was out of town (as she usually was), banging some hot prince in Europe or whatever.

Chad only really remembered Stacy after that talk with his dad, which prompted him to try and go back to his town a third time.

Yes, a third time, because Chad had visited his town again at least twice before this.

The first time, he didn’t get past the bus station. Women attacked him, literally ran screaming after him, and Chad was overwhelmed again and went back to the city to sharpen his social skills and whatever.

The second time, though, was the most intriguing. Chad was homesick and really yearning for a long, lonesome walk in the woods. His house (more like a cabin, really), which his dad had bought him, sat close to the great lake near the town, one that froze every winter and became so beautiful in the warmer seasons.

For no other reason than longing and nostalgia, Chad returned to his town – this time in secret and trying to avoid as many women as possible.

He lounged by the woods. It was an even more pleasant walk than usual, as his greater muscles and bigger body gave him the strength to survive any predator.

His heart beat warmly, and his face, whether he liked to admit it or not, always beamed with pride, for Chad knew that he was now the top Alpha predator in that place, as well as in any place he chose to be!

It was good. It was great, actually: to be a god! To be a god just like Stacy was!

Remarkably, though, Chad didn’t think about Stacy that evening, as he was too much of a “nature nerd” to think about anything but his own enjoyment of the woods in that moment.

He walked and walked and walked, and if he thought about girls at all, it was only in the sense that he was glad there weren’t any nearby, and that finally, for once, he could enjoy that greatest of luxuries from his days of “smallness” and utter unremarkability: solitude.

Of course, Chad could never be really alone with the several-pound-heavy manhood bulged aggressively through his pants. Even in those cold, high-altitude woodlands, Chad had to take off his shirt to let his over-muscular body steam!

He was hot. Like, literally. He was always, always hot, and the frightening pace of his growth meant that his skin burned at a fever pitch. The man was growing into the size of a bull in a matter of months, and this meant he both consumed and produce an energy load that should have been impossible in any regular human!

It didn’t take long for Chad to want to take a dip on the lake, and maybe relieve himself, as he now often did, from the load he was forced to carry between his legs – the burden not just of his growing manhood, but also the literal, ludicrous loads that made it a veritable breeding machine.

Chad was still 17, though, so I must withhold my tongue, again, lest the FBI comes knocking down my door or anything.

Chad went to the lake. Everything was quite was nice and peaceful and… eh.

Chad prepared to undress. Then, he heard a gasp, a moan, and he realized that, somehow, somebody had tracked him through those woods and was now spying on him.

“Oh, come on!” The giant stallion didn’t even that person – that woman! – another look before turning around and running back to the woods.

He’d caught only the briefest of glances at her, and she was hidden behind a huge boulder about a hundred feet away, so he didn’t see much of her… though the little he saw was enough for any human to identify her, because it was impossible to mistake her for anyone else.

STACY!

Chad shouted, finally connecting the dots many, many months later.

* * * * *

“Stacy!!” Chad shouted, startling his dad with the power of his voice and the depth of it, like a bull! A bull charging at another bull!

“Whoa, hol’ up there, son!” For once, even his dad – a superman! – got defensive. “Yeah, I heard you, alright. There’s this Stacy lassie in your town, right? Well, how is she?”

“No, I mean… dad… Stacy…” Chad struggled to gather his nerves and recollect himself. “I’ve seen her. Fuck, that was her! In the lake. Last time I went there.”

“I don’t think I follow, son.”

He explained to his father everything that happened, and after a couple of beers and a few laughs more, his father goaded him with the obvious solution: “Well there, son, I think you’ve got your answer now. This bitch want your s-”

“Father, please.”

“Oh, sorry, sorry.” He laughed. “This lady wants your seed. Go give it to her. I’d usually say something like ‘It’s okay, kid, you’ve got dibs on her. I’ll let you take her just this once over your old man,’ but…” He chuckled and chuckled. “I gotta admit, I don’t think ‘dibs’ or ‘no dibs’ matter anymore. You’re one piece of hunk, I’ll tell you as much, as if this lady, this Stacy gal was made to choose between you and me…” He clicked his tongue, looked away from the kid as if wanting to avoid him, and then, with a sigh, confessed: “I think she’d pick you any time. Every time.” He clicked his tongue again. “Son, you’re barely 18 yet, and you’ve already got me beat. You already surpassed me, son, and… damn! I can’t help to be proud, kid. Proud of both you and me.”

“You’re always proud of yourself, dad.”

“I can’t be blamed, can’t I? I’m a stud. A real stud. Of all men on this Earth, only I can be called that: a bull, a stud. Straight up a breeding animal!” Chuckles, chuckles, chuckles. “And my seed has studded a handsome fellow like you. A superior stud. Bigger and stronger and manlier in every manner and way imaginable. I’m proud, yes. Proud as fuck that a piece of man like you has come out of my sack.”

“And mother’s womb.”

“Sure, sure. Your mother was a real killer. Hottest fucking woman I ever f-”

And so it went on, their talk, and there was nothing left for Chad to do but go back and mark Stacy with his manhood. Take her as his property.

“Anything you’re afraid of?”

“I guess… I’m inexperienced.”

“You gotta get experience somehow.”

“Still…”

“Just go, son,” his father tapped him on his back. “Just go and let nature do its trick. Trust me: no matter how awkwardly you act, she’ll get you. She’ll kneel for you, son, ‘cause this is simply the kind of man you are now.” He laughed and laughed and… “You’re my offspring, kid, and there’s no lady who turn her back – or closer her legs – to us.”

Chad remained somber. “You haven’t seen her, dad.” He gulped. “If there is such a woman, one who can say ‘no’ to us, it’s definitely her.” He gulped. “You haven’t seen her. You haven’t seen… Stacy!”

They talked a bit some more, and it took Chad a few more months, in fact, to gather both the strength, courage, and experience to go back to his town.

* * * * *

Go back to it, though, he did. As soon as he turned 18.

He wasn’t waiting for his birthday or anything. It’s just that, when the day came, he also realized that… “It’s time.”

Like an alarm clock going off in his head. His birthday served as a reminder that he should go back to his town and… well… shoot his shot at Stacy, if nothing else.

I wonder if she’s eighteen too, he pondered, rather quaintly, as he was driven in his private cab to some secluded place in the outskirts of town.

He didn’t want to be seen again like the first time he tried coming back. On the bus station. When he was almost attacked by that ravenous pack of pretty ladies.

Nah. He didn’t want to cause a stir. I wonder if she’s legal, he mused. I need to ask her, at least. I’m eighteen now. I don’t think it would be legal to fuck her even if she were 17, right? Right?

His heart pounded a little harder than usual.

Truth be told, he was just nervous. A bit shy and anxious for doing something that, holy shit, would be unthinkable just two years ago. Hell, even just a few months ago, when he still thought that his looks were far beneath Stacy’s!

I’m going to ask the hottest woman on the planet out!

Nope. That wasn’t it.

I’m going to date the hottest woman on the planet!

Nope, you dope ass. Still not it.

I’m going to… I’m going to…

He shivered a bit as he struggled with the realization, still coming to grips with who he was and whom he had become!

I’m going to… I’m going to…

The driver, too, shook a lot as he took the boy through the woods. Holy shit, this is the hottest man I’ve ever seen!!, he thought, and unbeknownst to Chad, his cock was hard as wood.

“W-we’re here, uh, sir!”

They stopped, and Chad was taken out of his head for once. “Thanks.”

“Are you sure you wanna get off here?”, the man asked, and the question didn’t come out like this, so simple and straight, but instead, he stammered a lot, and this was the first time that Chad noticed that the man was hard and hot for him.

“Yep, pretty much. Thank you, sir.”

Chad wasn’t weirded out by this in the slightest. He had gotten used to it, to be honest. Everyone, man or woman, died with lust for him. The ladies dripped and made a mess on the ground when they saw him. The men became erect and often made a mess in their pants as well.

Chad had grown to appreciate this, take pleasure on it. Hell, yeah, bitches! He grinned softly to himself, working on his cockiness and braggadocio. I am the god here!

He left the car with his bags and walked into the woods.

Chad reminisced about his life and sorted out his insecurities with regards to Stacy on his way to his little house (he called it ‘cabin’, though it was quite bigger than a mere cabin) his dad bought him there.

I’m going to… I’m going to…

Hunky as he had become, having received the highest praises from his dad – the largest man he knew! – Chad still struggled with his confidence when Stacy was involved.

They had never spoken to each other. They had never even met!

His years of solitude and insignificance had yielded him a few good traits, like his preference for staying alone, spending time on his own, his resourcefulness, and his love for nature, peace, and quiet.

These innate traits and acquired “social resistances” allowed him to stay away from larger society and not cause too much of a fuss with his sexuality.

As an aside, he’d been right about another little thing: it was, indeed, impossible for men like him to ever be poor. Ladies came up to him and straight up offered him cash for sex. Whenever he refused, many of them just took out lump sums of thousands of dollars from their purses, stick them on his pockets, and drove themselves to little orgasms at the mere touch of that man’s muscles. “Take it, stud!” They told him while quivering with multiple little Os. “Handsome beast like you must need all the money to eat… live large… and all.”

Women straight up became retarded around him. I wonder how Stacy will react to me.

He saw his cabin in the distance. Something was amiss. Something was… different. This smell…

The stud smelled something in the air. Pussy.

He sniffed the air and his muscles bulged. The fabric of his shirt was stretched around his physique.

He walked faster. The bulge on his jeans swelled up into something obscene.

Pussy. He smelled pussy. In his cabin.

He’d grown used to the smell of pussy and breast milk. Every woman he met saw her breasts grow large and lactate spontaneously for him. Their vulva engorged, and from there on, there was only the dripping, the gushing, the sliding of pussy cum along their long, well-toned legs.

Yes. The stud knew the smell of women like the back of his own hand, but this smell… was different than usual. What the fuck…?

He smelled pussy and milk from his cabin. Hah. Somebody had discovered his spot. Somebody had moved in and, knowing who the owner might be, waited for him to come back – or just enjoyed themselves with his own smell smeared all over the cabin.

This would have been a wild overstretch of logic and imagination to anyone else, but for Chad, it was just logical. Some bitch must have smelled my scent there. I can’t help it, I guess.

“Bitch.” Heh. He was starting to think just like his father!

This was good. It gave him enough ammunition to deal with a woman – a bitch – of Stacy’s caliber.

His junk throbbed loudly, guiding him through the woods like a magnet to the metal. Well, that’s awkward. I guess I can have a little snack before I shoot my shot with Stacy, eh?

The giant bull gulped, and himself a little dumber than usual, kept walking, trotting, then running toward his humble cabin in the woods.

That smell was a little different. That smell wasn’t the smell of regular pussy or milk. As he approached the cabin, the smell became more aggressive until it hijacked his senses and almost made him lose is damn mind.

“I’m going to FUCK Stacy!”

The words came out of his lips naturally, completing the thought he’d been struggling with from hours ago.

Yes. Yes: he was going to fuck Stacy.

Not date her. Not romance her. Not ask her out.

Fuck her. Fuck her.

Fuck. Fuck. BREED.

He stopped by the front door and almost shed a tear from the intensity of that smell. It was so thick he could almost see it, like a color gas in the air. “Holy shit, what the fuck is this pussy?”

He sniffed the air again and again, and his penis throbbed loudly with each sniff, like a beat on a drum, and its bulge was so big that it knocked on the door… and pushed it in!

Creeeeak…!!

The door swung in, opened by Chad’s cock bulge. It didn’t swing all the way in, of course, but only enough for him to see a slice of his living room, half-dark, but cleaned and lived-in.

“It’s open?” The giant 18yo stallion took a step back, preparing for the worse. “Nevermind. No crazy chick will distract. No petty thief would stop me.” He took a deep breath and prepared to go in. “I’m going to fuck Stacy!” He hyped himself up. It was a little sad that a man like him even needed that, but whatever, he did it anyway: “I’m going to fuck Stacy! I am going to fuck Stacy!”

And then, loud as thunder, he roared:

“I am going to FUCK Stacy, damn it!”

Chad pushed the rest of the door in.

Someone was there. Standing by another door to another room.

Eyes wide as a deer in the headlights. And beautiful. Vivid blue eyes as large as an anime girl’s.

And tits. The most massive tits a woman could have. Borderline cow udders slapped onto the narrow, minuscule torso of a supermodel.

Tits. And legs. And ass…

Holy shit, that ass…!!!

Chad froze where he stood.

The other woman remained frozen as well.

The two lovers frozen and wide-eyed like a couple of imbeciles.

“C-C-Chad?” The woman asked, and hers was the most beautiful voice Chad had ever heard; the most beautiful voice that could be heard, period.

Chad’s deep black eyes went wide, wide, wide… and then almost popped from his skull when he gasped, shocked and surprised, with the word booming from his thick neck like thunder: “Stacy?!!”

Stacy was there, just as she had been for months, waiting for him.