The Elusive Loser

Now, two years before Stacy’s graduation, Chad left school. They were both 16 at the time, and no one notice Chad’s disappearance.

Again, Chad was nobody. He was nothing. He did not existe.

Well, not entirely.

You see, at around his 16th birthday, things were happening to Chad; things that only very few people knew about, and even fewer people cared – but those who cared, oh, they cared deeply.

Not that any of this mattered to Stacy, of course, who was busy being a goddess of sex, printing money like the Federal Reserve from her multiple cam accounts, and fucking European princes and whatnot.

Chad’s high-school dropout went largely unnoticed, but those who *did* notice it, oh, came to miss him very, very deeply.

* * * * *

“Where did Chad go?”

“Who?”

“Chad.”

“Who’s that?”

“He’s a hunk from 10th grade.”

“Never heard of him. Wait, did you say hunk?”

Stacy overheard this conversation one day, and unbeknownst to her, she had it recorded and stored in her mind, though it went completely ignored the day she heard it.

“Yeah, hunk. Gosh, he was sooo hot! Almost as hot as the football captain.”

“Bullshit. I never saw Stacy with him.”

“What does that blond bitch have to do with this?”

There was a pause, and the girl gave her other friend a knowing look, half sardonic, half impatient. “If he’s a handsome man, Stacy dated him.”

“Fine. She’s a bitch anyway.”

“Did Stacy date him?”

“No. Not that I remember.”

“So he doesn’t exist.”

“Well, fine. He might as well not exist, ‘cause I only met him, like, two weeks ago, and all my friends were after him to.”

“Was he as student?”

“He was on uniform, so… maybe?”

“How was he? How did he look?”

There was a pause, then a purr, then shared looks of envy and arousal. “Hunk. He was tall and hunky. Like, six feet or so.”

“Not very tall.”

“Still quite tall.”

“Decent.”

“Let’s not hang on these things.”

“Fine. Six feet. And?”

“Veeery hunky!”

The girls purred. “Muscular?”

“Very beefy, yes. More muscular than a fitness guy, but less than a bodybuilder.”

“Ah, heavens! So, the perfect amount of muscle.”

“Pretty much, yeah. And hung.”

Silence. This was the moment, if any, when Stacy realized she was paying very close attention to that otherwise forgettable (and briefly forgotten) conversation.

“How hung?”

“Don’t know exactly, but you could see the guy was packing. You know,” she winked. “The bulge.”

“Huh. Either packing or…”

“Yeah, I know. Stuffing something in his pants.”

“How much something?”

“Come again?”

She sighed. “How much was he packing. At least, how big did it look like?”

“Two-digit at least.”

A purr, a moan, and a low-burning growl. “Twelve inches? A foot-long?”

The other one, no answer. None verbal, that is. Only a nod – and many, many more purrs.

“Oh, heavens! Flaccid or erect?”

“No man is a foot long flaccid, girl.”

Purrs, purrs. “You’d be surprised.”

“Erect, sure.” She moved on her chair with discomfort. “Although…”

The other girl leaned in. “Hmm? Hmm??”

The girl gulped. Her eyes went here and there. Then, she spoke: “It was insanely big, that bulge of his. Went halfway down to his knees – soft. So… I don’t know. He may have been longer than a foot when he was ready and primed to breed.”

“Oh, fuck, don’t speak like that. You get me going, you know.”

“I know, I know.”

“And it’s been months since I had a good boy to fuck.”

“Same, sis.”

They kissed, and then they kept talking about things that Stacy didn’t quite bother to hear.

Except… “Where is he, then?”

“I don’t know? Disappeared one day and we haven’t seen him since.”

“No socials, no contact?”

“None.”

“Then I’m afraid you didn’t see a man, but a ghost or a mirage.”

A pause. And then, after lots of careful consideration, she conceded: “It has been many months since I fucked a guy worth fucking, so…” Shrug. “You might be right. Maybe he was just a byproduct of our lustful imagination.”

* * * * *

It was many months since Chad’s disappearance that he returned to this quaint little town in the mountains. To do what or with whom, this was anyone’s guess.

A few more people noticed his return, though, and for many of these people, this was their first time seeing him. To put it more precisely, this was their first time noticing him, and Stacy was one of these people.

This was the first time Stacy noticed Chad, and after she saw him that day, that evening, she never really forgot about him – and would only grow to think more and more about him until he was everything she could think about. Or be.

Stacy didn’t know that was Chad, though. Very few people noted him as, well, “Chad.” A person, an individual. To most people who saw him that day, he was just a stranger who arrived in town, then parted almost as suddenly.

An incredibly handsome, hunky stranger. For most people, the most handsome men they had ever seen.

Not to Stacy, sure, but… damn, he got close. He was so handsome he’d drawn her senses to him, and Stacy couldn’t help it, no. She couldn’t help being drawn to any handsome piece of Alpha male who crossed her path.

For Stacy, it wasn’t merely attraction. It was an animalistic instinct that came with her primed, insanely viable body.

But we digress…

First time Stacy really took notice of Chad, she was still 16 (so was Chad), halfway to 17, and she saw him in the quaint, humble bus station of their town – and the moment she spotted him, everything stopped. Time froze.

It was a snowy and gloomy day, but everything around Chad was bright and hot.

He was an insanely, insanely hot male!

Six feet and four inches, Stacy took notes in her mind, or rather, her brain scanned him immediately, making files on the guy without her even noticing – again, pure, primordial instinct.

Six feet and four inches. Hung. A very hung male.

Her eyes were drawn to the bulge in his pants, and her heartbeat rose noticeably.

Very muscular. Fuck, he’s so muscular. Very muscular and well-built. Well-built? Nah. He’s perfect. Incredibly muscular and… all natural??

Stacy was a little destabilized when she saw him, for she had never met a man quite him in their town, not even in their whole state. Maybe not in this whole corner of the USA. She kept on thinking.

He was easily bigger, manlier, and more hung than the school football captain. In fact, he couldn’t compare. He makes Robert (that’s the captain’s name) looks like a sissy. Robert is a lion, and this guy is a beast!

He was really, really that big and broad and hung. The bulge in his pants was outrageous… but Stacy got lost in his frame for a while, noticing how perfect it was, how aesthetic and pleasing that man was to the eyes, and how despite being an overtly muscular monster – almost excessive, really – he was still as graceful and beautiful as a statue from a Renaissance master.

Truly a flawless, beefy piece of hunk!

Stacy was licking her lips when she noticed her pussy was throbbing for that guy, something that no other dude had done to her in… what, ages? Fuck, he’s soooo handsome!

Yes. This was the killer thing about that dude: he might not have been Stacy’s biggest, but BY GOD, he was the most handsome. Even from that distance, Stacy could see his face was sculpted by angels, very youthful and boyish, but with the chiseled jawline of a killer, no beard, but wild black hair, the type of rock star look that would make any teenage girl’s womb swell up and drop on the ground.

He was insanely, incredibly handsome. More handsome than mere words can ever hope to describe, and Stacy felt a bit unwell staring at him for long, finally meeting a guy who…

Oh, my god! That’s it!

He was as handsome as she was pretty! A match made in heaven with the fire and flames of hell!

Then Stacy actually paid attention to the guy’s bulge and realized that, yep, she HAD to lay that dude. Get him pregnant. Rape him if she had to.

Jesus… almighty… fucking… lord…!

That guy had the most obscene bulge she had ever seen awkwardly concealed on any man’s pants. It was indecent and, frankly, the only thing that looked out of proportional in that hunk’s body – but it’s lack of proportionality was what made him so irresistible, and Stacy’s pussy was dripping, literally letting sizzling droplets of pussy cum drool and sizzle on the snowy ground as she unwittingly, even unconsciously approached him.

That beast was hung, hung, hung, hung. His flaccid penis was easily two-digits long. He might have been twelve inches long, a full foot while soft, and THICK as a motherfucker!

How big was he when erect? He’s probably the biggest ever, Stacy realized, and that’s why she approached him even without knowing she was moving, her limbs acting on their own accord – but so was every other woman in town.

Stacy snapped back to reality when she noticed a bunch of other girls – the sexiest and bustiest of her school – approaching the hunk, and as soon as he noticed them, he did what no other hunk did: he ran away.

And the girls ran after him. Screaming!

It was insane. Like a scene from a schlocky, comedy movie.

What… the fuck… was that guy?? Stacy was left to contemplate and wonder after the hunk was gone, and she found herself standing still in the middle of the street, completely still and frozen, staggered and discombobulated as the cars gently swerved around her.

No one dared to honk at Stacy, for even the trashiest men in town knew not to mess with the world’s hottest, wealthiest, and most politically well-connected woman (from her family’s connections).

It took Stacy many minutes to wake from her stupor and realize she had seen a ghost. “What the fuck, girl…” She hummed to herself, shook her head, and went away.

These were the years when Stacy was starting to come to grips with her “curse”. That she would be forever alone, bored, and all that. Therefore, she thought that guy was merely an illusion. I’m starting to daydream about the perfect man now that I know I’m never actually going to meet one!

She sighed, and then she carried on. He was just a ghost, after all. A mere mirage. A mere byproduct of her lustful imagination.

* * * * *

The next time Chad appeared in town, Stacy was frolicking about in the town’s great lake. It was autumn, and Stacy wanted to enjoy one of the last hot days of the year before the another one of the (usually brutal) winters of the province started.

She was enjoying herself in her lonesome by the lake’s shore when he appeared. It was something straight out of a romance book – or porn movie.

The place was surrounded by a thick, temperate forest, and out of the deep woods, he emerged. Shirtless.

Stacy had never seen a guy that tall.

Stacy had never seen a guy that muscular.

Stacy had never seen a guy that hung – at least, this is what his tremendous bulge indicated.

“What the fuck??”

Stacy was frozen, staggered when she saw him. She didn’t recognize him at first, and in fact, it took quite a while for even her bright mind to connect the dots and link that stud, that STALLION, to the same guy she had seen a year ago, more or less.

Chad was just… very different. All the same, but so, so different.

“Fuck…!” She muttered, and both her heart and pussy felt something new: strong palpitations and profuse wetting.

Stacy had never ever EVER felt anything like that for any other man. Not even for that Eastern European hung prince or whatever, whose name was now forgotten – erased by the very sight of that stupendous, unbelievable male by the shores of that lake.

Chad was six feet and eight inches now. She knew it. She deduced his height from a simple look. Even from that distance, Stacy’s sexual senses were primed to inspect any male who came her way and deem them “worthy” or not – the latter of which was almost always that case.

In record time, Stacy’s instincts judged that man worthy.

For the first time in her life, Stacy’s instincts screamed at her, telling her to BREED.

“Oh, my god!” Stacy’s heart was beginning to race when, at that distance, she spotted the muscled hunk leaving the woods, completely shirtless, and about to take off his pants to take a dip at the lake.

Stacy did not think. She ducked. She hid behind a tall boulder and spied on that man as she walked to the lake.

Huge. Hung. A bull!

Stacy had never see a man with that combination of looks, height, and muscles. She was knocked out of her senses a bit, for that encounter was like finding an angel or an alien in the wilds.

He was so, soooo handsome! His face shone with the angelic beauty of cherubins even at a great, great distance. The day was clear with some beautiful clouds in the skies, and the rays of the sun fell upon the earth like a bath of gold.

Next to him, that cascade of light gained even more golden contours, and space around the guy seemed to be distorted, as if reality or gravity themselves shifted wherever he walked, and all that a human brain knew, all that Stacy’s senses could make of him, was that he was HOT!

He was so so so so so SO FUCKING HOT OMG!!!

“Big. So big.”

Stacy couldn’t hide very well thanks to her enormous breasts, which set her apart from the boulder by a few feet. The sound of her tits was especially loud now that her milk streamed furiously at great speeds inside of them, her entire body heating up and priming her for fecundation.

The bitch was in heat. She was weeks out of her cycle, and already she was in heat. Stacy didn’t know it at the moment, but she was starting to burn scarlet hot! Her face was getting red! Intensely red like pepper, and a delicate sheet of steam was starting to rise from her body.

“God… god… what in the fuck…??!” She licked her lips profusely, and thick, hot saliva fell upon her breasts, tits that were almost tearing through her scanty clothes, begging her to join that stud in the lake and… “Breed. Breed. Breed. Breed.”

Yes. Stacy needed to breed.

Chad was as tall as she was, and immensely more muscular than the most muscular hunk she had ever dated.

He was built and large – and ripped! Yes, this was shocking: that guys was insanely ripped! Stacy had never seen that degree of leanness on a man so large. Usually, bulk and leanness went on opposite ways: a guy with too many muscles couldn’t be too shredded, and a guy who was very shredded couldn’t build too many muscles. Only professional bodybuilders could look like this, but only in a very narrow time window, and at great cost to their bodies.

Stacy always thought these bodybuilders were ugly. Chad, however… was an entirely different beast.

He was so tall, yet his body was perfectly proportioned and graceful. He was so muscular, like a bull on hind legs, yet his frame was statuesque, almost like he was a fitness, pretty boy model who’d been digitally enlarged while keeping all of his elegant proportions, like one of those Olympic gymnasts mashed with a world champion deaflifter.

Like… he was big.

Like… he was really fucking big!

Chad was so large that he seemed to move the entire world under him when he walked. That man was not moving on the Earth, but pushing the entire Earth under his feet.

Literally: when Stacy looked at him, her eyes were so locked on his tremendous, over-muscular torso that the whole space around him moved whereas Chad remained dead-center in her eyes.

Stacy’s breasts hardened. She began to feel her shirt being stretched and ripped by the erection of her bust. Her inner thighs began slippery, and her pussy began to ache. Her nipples weren’t ever very large, but now they felt like thumbs poking out of her shirt.

Her brain had been messed up by the view of that stud.

That wasn’t a man. That was a bull.

Stacy couldn’t focus. Her head hurt. Her eyes were melting. They were flowing down, down, down, building a puddle on her giant breasts, like two fat udders on a human chest, and then… bringing her sights down to his bulge.

…

…

Time froze.

Her heart stopped.

The heat between her legs build to a point that she almost – almost! – achieved an orgasm!

“What… the fuck…!”

Stacy dripped profusely now, and her pussy was so wet that, on any other woman, people would have mistaken her for having achieved several multiple orgasms in a row.

Stacy didn’t go over the egde, though. Not yet. Not yet. She hadn’t come… but, boy, did she get close!

“W-what in the actual fuck??!”

Stacy just couldn’t believe the size of that man. That animal. That beast!

His bulge was obscene new his crotch. He wore only sports shorts that went down to his knees. The bulge of his penis, then, was confined to the top of his legs, just under his crotch, and BY GOD, he looked like he had an absurd cancerous growth over there; a tumor that had grown out of control and had to be excised somehow…

… but none of it was as ugly as these words implied. In fact, this was the most erotic thing Stacy had ever seen on a man. “What the fuck is the size of that dick??” Stacy said aloud, not realizing that her thoughts were escaping through her lips.

That man – that animal – was easily a foot long soft. He was probably two-feet-long soft, but Stacy couldn’t be sure. The Eastern European prince, if she recalled it correctly (her mind had now been completely scrambled by the sight of that elusive hunk), was twelve, thirteen inches long when erect, and that stranger, that bull was easily longer than that. Could he be, perhaps, sixteen inches? Eighteen? “Oh my godddd…”

Stacy openly and shamelessly slobbered over her titanic tits as she watched the formidable bulge jump and wobble and swing between the thick, muscular legs of that super man.

The way his glutes moved…

The way his ass rose, swelled, and hardened with each step…!

The sound his fat, soft cock made when jumping from leg to leg, painfully coiled around inside his loose shorts.

Loose? Well, those shorts would be loose on any other guy, but on that man…

Fuck. They were tight! Desperately tight! And, for once, Stacy felt pity of another guy as she watched far too much mass being compressed into too little space – the same thing she’d always felt for her own breasts and butt, but never even thought would be a problem for a guy, because… well, no other guy could be a GOD like she was a goddess!

“Holy… mother of… Jeeeesus…!!”

Staying as quiet as possible, Stacy pressed her colossal boobs against the stone, drawing lots of milk on her shirt, soaking herself with that thick, rich cream, and held her breath as she tried to get a good look at him – the very best look she could while remaining hidden.

Her heart was loud was thunder. Her heart or her pussy. Both, probably.

The man reached the lake. His right hand went to the massive bulge. “Finally,” he spoke. “I get can some relief!”

The man stuck his fingers into the waistband of those shorts, ready to pull them down.

Stacy thought: “Oh, my god!!”

He heard her. He heard her, yes, because she didn’t think those words, but said them. In fact, Stacy didn’t just say those words, but shouted them, and upon shouting them, the man located her immediately.

“Oh, come on!”

Stacy didn’t have time to react. Actually, she couldn’t react at all, as a lot was going on with her body. Like, the girl was DYING!

No. She didn’t have time to reach out to him when the hunk turned around and, trying his best to hide his bulge from her, like he was ashamed of it or anything, ran back into the woods like some mythic creature.

“N-no… please… stop…!” Stacy quivered, but not even she heard her words as they barely escaped her trembling, shivering lips. “STOP!!” She eventually shouted, but by this point, the stranger was gone, and so was the unbelievable COCK he’d been about to reveal to her.

Most noteworthy of all, though, Stacy could still hear his cock as it bounced and jumped so aggressively between his thighs while the man ran away:

Bwoom-bwoom-boing-bwoom…!!

The sound of his flapping, swinging meat was much like the sound of Stacy’s megazilla tits whenever she jogged or just walked a little faster than usual. “But… deeper!” She gulped, and indeed, the sound of that man’s bulging meat was much deeper, graver than the sound of Stacy’s jiggling tits.

It was as if even the sounds his body made displayed his virility. Like… “THIS IS A MAN”, they screamed!

“Holy… fucking shit…”

Stacy stayed back there, by the lake, and for once in a very, VERY long while, she did something she never thought she would do again – not after she had gathered enough experience with men to grow completely disappointed and out of love with them: she fingered herself.

She fingered herself at the thought of another male!

Which was something she would keep doing for hours and hours to come, and then days and even more days later, and then weeks and months…!

She would keep fingering herself at the thought of that male, yes, until she realized she could NOT take the image of him out of her mind.

That man had been a ghost. A byproduct of her lustful, bored-rich-girl imagination – but none of it mattered.

That mirage of a man was hotter than any man Stacy had ever come across.

More than that: that mirage of a man was hotter than any man Stacy ever tried to IMAGINE! To fantasize with and create with her uber-endowed intellect!

That man was so perfect…

So big…

So hunky…

So…!!

“Godly!”

So god-like, yes, just like Stacy herself…

That Stacy was sure, for weeks on end, that he had been fake. A fluke.

Just that: a mirage, an illusion. The conjuring of the world’s sexiest ghost by a mind that was too bored, too needy, and too infected with LUST for her own good!

* * * * *

It was only a few weeks or months later, when Stacy was about to turn 18, that her mind suddenly connected all the pieces. “WAIT A MOMENT…!!!!”

(She reached this enlightenment, this eureka moment, btw, after an explosive climax of her steamiest session of masturbation yet, thinking about that stud)

Out of nowhere, suddenly, Stacy’s mind gathered all the information that had been registered and passively hidden by her brain and put them all together like neatly-fitting pieces of a puzzle: that bull by the lake was the same guy she saw months (or a year, maybe) earlier, at the bus station who was the same guy she had seen years, years ago. “HOLY S-!”

Stacy did not believe her own brain when it told her that, yes, these were all the same guy – a guy whom, mere years ago, was so unremarkable that she never gave him the time of the day. “I CANNOT…!! H-HOLY SHIT…!!”

Stacy hyperventilated as her brain pushed the truth forward and smeared it on her face. Regular face, she remembered…

Regular face

Shorter-than-average

Thin body. Rather frail

Not dumb, not smart

No interests in particular

Shy around girls. Not too creepy

Family not particularly rich (is here on aid)

This was all the description she had for that guy when she first saw him. “I can’t…”

This is the only thing she bothered to think about him when she’d glanced at him, years and years ago, she didn’t even remember exactly when! “It’s not possible. I just can’t be!”

This is all she had to say about that guy who, years ago, was so utterly different to the man he seemingly had become that she’d never made the connection between them… until now!

“Are you fucking kidding me??!”

Trembling and shivering, moaning and quivering, Stacy got up and went to the computer, hell-bent on finding out everything she could about that guy – a guy who’d spent so long being so unremarkable that, again, for Stacy and all of humankind, he was a mere ghost. A nobody. Nothing at all.

And now… he had become like a Stacy. He had become… EVERYTHING!

He surely was everything that Stacy could think about. Everything and the only thing.

With this recapitulation, Stacy retrieved the only piece of information that enabled her to look him up; to start her search and her quest for him.

It was the only piece of real, concrete evidence she had of him, overheard through careless whispers or something even more mundane. A roll call.

“Holy sh-!!!”

Yes, Stacy knew that man, for he studied on the same school as her. In fact… “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???!!!”

He studied in the same room as her – or had studied, actually, before he abandoned school. “I can’t believe it I can’t believe it I can’t believe it holy fucking s”

Furiously typing names and lines of code on her laptop, Stacy began her search while (metaphorically) hitting herself in the head and cussing herself for having been so, so clueless.

Yes. Stacy remembered him. She remembered that he studied in the same school, in the same class as her. She had seen him before. She had seen him countless times – and never paid any attention to him.

Not only she had seen him, she had heard his name! On the roll calls. Every morning, when the teachers checked the attendance in class.

Chad

She remembered him. She knew his name. “Chad… Chad… Chad… Chad…”

She remembered it from classroom roll calls and that one careless, random conversation she’d overheard years ago. “Chad! Chad! Chad! CHAD!!”

Chad. That’s the stud’s name. How fitting. “Chad, I will find you… and I will breed you!” She spoke with the conviction of a male, and with both the detective and coding skills usually only found in the most autistic of males, she began her months-long investigation and search for that elusive male.

That elusive loser… who’d somehow turned into the world’s biggest hunk!!