Chapter 6

My senses blacked out when I got my first clear glimpse of that mountain of a man.

My bones turned to pudding. I felt my body soften, get lax, and my knees almost bend and bring my down, crumbling to the floor.

I wavered. I suffered. But, at last, I survived.

Booom... Boooom... Booooom…

I gave out a wailing cry as the monster continued to approach me: "Roooaaaaa-AAARRRRGH!!!" It was a cry of pain, of pleasure, of bliss, but also... of defiance!

I was not going to fall for him! Not so quickly!

Booom... Booom…

The ground continued to shake as the monster revealed a bit more of himself to me—and yes, he was revealing himself specifically to me, as the other girls had already succumbed to his power, his manhood, and I felt…

Oh. It might be arrogance of me, but I truly, truly felt... that he was interested in me. "Y-you... bastard!" I remember to have growled at him as the monster shook the ground and then... stopped. He stopped, still a safe distance from me, and in his deep, blue eyes, the eyes of a Nordic God from the Old Earth, I sensed again a lot of interest and curiosity, himself having finally met a woman who did not immediately collapse under his overwhelming aura, his oppressive and asphyxiating manhood.

"B-bastard... hung bastard...!" I shivered as I struggled to put myself back on my feet, and this is where I find myself now, much like where I was a few minutes ago: standing, all dressed up, in the middle of his ocean of cum, facing the stallion while my other girls lay down, collapsed and defeated around me.

"Uuuuurhm. Uuuuurrhm. Uuuuuurrhm."

I get my first good glimpse of the god's body, as I have told you, and he…

…

Damn.

Fuck!

This hung bastard! Is he doing this on purpose?

"Uuuurrhm. Uuuurrrhm. Uuuuuurhm."

The air continues to vibrate with his deep and rumbling breaths.

I see that the god is standing on a perfect spot where only half of his body is visible through the steam. The upper half, and his penis is not there, meaning that he is not fully hard, but by god, I can see the faint shadow of the tube dangling just under his abs, the monstrous bastard half hard, a pendunlum swaying left and right just barely within view!

"Damn it. Bastard!" I click my tongue and frown, very much like a tsundere, and I wonder if the damned hung stallion is doing this on purpose: revealing just enough of himself to tease me, but not giving me all of him—unlike my girls, who, in the flicker of a thought, surrendered their whole selves and offered up all their holes freely:

"My god!! Stallion!!" Upon catching that same glance as I of his body, they were driven even more mad, more insane, and their squirting, their milking, their screaming became nauseating, truly stomach-churning, teeth-grindingly annoying! "Piss on me!! Piss all your cum in my mouth!!"

They stretched out their mouths and showed him their deep, wide throats, displaying just how great a cum dump they would make for his stallion dick and the endless sauce he had to piss in them from his colossal, steaming balls.

When I said they were offering up all their holes to him freely, I truly fucking mean it:

"Horse! Oh, horse! Look at these tits!!" One of them, whom I always considered to be very "frigid" and almost as strong-willed as I, pushed up her enormous, colossal tits, and these tits lactated wildly all over the place, splashing even the shoulders of her companions, who did the same to each other. Like... there were so many tits, so big and powerful, that the whole place was a circus of lactation, a shower, a bath, a rainstorm of milk pouring and splashing on all of their bodies! "Aren't they big? Aren't they hard?" She squeezed her tits and made them bounce, taunting him with the Glursh-Glursh-Glursh sounds of those mega large balls full to the brim with the creamiest milk most men wouldn't even fathom! "Oh, these tits... these tits are ready for your balls, my lord!" She pushed them together, emphasizing their girth while also squirting out more milk. "Hmm, look! Look at how large and massive my tits are! They're bigger than a king size bed, my lord, and they're ready for you to squirt all of your hot milk on them!"

"And my tits, cock god!" Another one did the same, and soon all of the women were competing to see who'd entice the horse god with their breasts first: "My lord, look! Look how much cum you can pour in the crack of these megazilla tits! Oh, god, I've got so, so much tit for you!" The air vibrated with the sound of her jiggling, bouncing breasts: Bwoom-woom! Bwoom-woom...! "Look at the size of this crack between them! Oh, god, it's like a canyon! A canyon that you can fill up like a pool!"

The stallion god moved his eyes to them; his deep blue eyes without emotion gazing upon them, acknowledging their presence... and nothing else.

Another woman changed things up, turned around, and raised her colossal ass to the stallion, showering him with her squirt as she made her giant glutes wobble and clash with the colossal mass of all those muscles! "Daddy! Oh, horse daddy! I bet you haven't see un culo so massive as this one, huh?" The woman ejaculated like a mare taking a piss, but thankfully, her shower of squirt didn't hit the horse, but flew well above him. "Look at these holes!" With her superhuman bodily control, she made her asshole and her cunt hole "dance", sort of like eyes blinking to the tune of a song only she could hear. She controlled her squirting quite well, and as she moved her asshole, I could see her intestines dancing and widening under her command as well. "God, my guts are so ready for your loads!" I saw the bitch moving her womb around, pushing her uterus closer to her ass as if to promise the god that he could breed her, knock her up by ejaculating on her anus—breeding her anally! Both colloquially and literally! "God, god, look at this culo! I bet you haven't fertilized holes so hot or inflated guts so large with your cum before!"

Their competition was this crass, yes, and this overt. "My holes are bigger, daddy, though I can make them as tight as you want them!" Another one got on her fours and shook her (admittedly incredible) ass to him like a horny baboon. "My guts can hold as many gallons as you want to pump in them! Oh, daddy, my intestines and my throat each can hold hundreds of swimming pools of jizz, and my stomach can hold an ocean!!" She returned to her knees, shaking her giant breasts to him and spraying her companions with her frothing milk: "Imagine my body gushing semen through this big, hot mouth, my god, and every hole I just showed you! You can have every one of my holes exploding with cum, my horse, and I will only beg for more!!"

She bowed on the sea of cum, shaking her head and sucking gallons of his semen in between her promises, and the other girls did the same, bowing back and forth and drinking his cum whenever they were not begging for violent sprays of semen: "Imagine this hot, gorgeous body, god," one of them flaunted her curves, her breasts, her butt, and her muscles. "Dripping with your cum! Covered up in cum! Inches of hot semen everywhere on me!" She opened and closed her mouth while stretching out her tongue each time her mouth was open. "My angelic face, god, plastered with your horse jizz!"

"Horse cum! Bull cum! Fat balls full of stallion seed!" Others were just completely mad and voiced their desires as if their brains, their souls had been hijacked by their ids, and many others simply... didn't speak at all, but merely thrashed around on the ground and cried, cried, SCREAMED, ejaculating and lactating everywhere, and damn, I confess, even I was getting aggravated by that pitiful performance of my (once) strong and mighty lieutenants.

"Uuuuurhm. Uuuuuurhm." Then, I notice the air vibrating differently with the grunts of my horse, and I sense that something big is about to come, so I hold my breath and wait for it. "Uuuurhm. Uuuuurhm." I see the horse look disinterested from woman to woman, with his godly eyes landing again on me, and after he sees me again…

Oh. Again, I know this might be arrogance of my part, but I feel that he really, really likes me, which probably explains the louder, disciplinary grunt he gives thereafter:

"Uuuuurrrhm!!!"

The room shakes harder with his grunt, which is also a roar, but also thunder...!

Booom! Booom! Booom...!!

His grunt echoes from mountain of jizz to mountain of jizz, and I feel the power of his voice hitting my body like shock waves and heat waves, fuck!

"Jesus...!"

I have to flex my muscles and change my steps just so his grunts—his mere grunts!—don't knock me down from where I stand.

Booooom... Booooom…

His powerful voice reverberates across the planet-sized den, and all the girls are silent at last. Their breasts are still lactating, but even their lactation is much more controlled and less... oh, how do I say it? Less messy than they were before.

"Sorry, daddy," one woman apologizes, and the others quickly follow her:

"I'm sorry, daddy."

"Sorry, god." One bows. "Sorry. So sorry." She literally cries, just like many others, who all continue to apologize, never too loud, but speaking carefully this time around as if to avoid coming across as irritating:

"Sorry, bull. Not another word."

"I'm sorry, god. I'm sorry." She sobs! "I'm sorry."

After a minute, the bull groans: "Uuuuuurhm!" And whatever whimpers these women have, even these die out completely, and they all lower their heads and keep their eyes on their enormous, milky breasts, and the stallion puffs out a few clouds of steam on his breast, signaling that he is, at last, satisfied with their silence.

"Jesus..." In a second, I see all of my women turn into non-entities. They almost, like... disappear after these quick and authoritative grunts from my stallion, and... "Oh, fuck." I shiver, for now I have an even better idea of the power I am dealing with! Not the sight of his upper body hadn't given me a clear enough idea, anyway. "Oh... my... fuck..." I look again at that horse and can't hold back the words: "Please, god..." I grit my teeth, hating myself for my weakness. "Breed me. Breed me. Please..." My voice rises to an incredibly high pitch: "Breed me, daddyyyy!"

I say it very quietly, like a mice begging to be impregnated by her lion, but I feel…

Oh, it might be arrogant of me, yes, but still... damn! I feel…

I feel like the god accepts this from me: my noise, my whimpers, my cries, my "womanly annoyances", hehe.

I feel like he's got a bit more tolerance for me. Just a bit. For I am the only woman in his life (other than his mother, I suppose) who hasn't succumbed so instantaneously to his charms.

Well, not charm. "Charm" is not the right word to use for a beast like him, because…

"Uuuuurrrhmm."

The bull groans again. My tits perk up. Boom! I feel them harden. That it, they become even harder than they always are, and for a moment... "Ouch! Ouch!" I feel pain on my chest! I feel their weight growing as another ocean of cement is dumped within them, for the milk... god, the milk! My milk is so excessive now, and the bull turns his eyes to my tits, and once again, I feel something shifting and changing on his handsome handsome

GOD! SO FUCKING HANDSOME!!!

handsome face! Like... there's a bit of curiosity in there. He looks at my tits, and he wonders, perhaps, why they aren't lactating.

Why aren't you exploding with milk, my bitch, like all your other friends? The monster appears to think (if he can think at all) as he stares at me, heavenly blue eyes moving from my tits to my face, then my face to my tits, on and on and on. Why aren't you on your knees like your cum toilet friends, or exploding with juices like these women here?

The monster raises his right hand and shows me his women; the women he appears to be referring to in this question that only I can read from his face.

I look at his hand and... yes. I finally take note of the women he's holding there.

In his right hand, the titan holds ten women by their feet. Gorgeous women. Smaller than I, sure, and less genetically well-endowed, but still... god! They are the one percent of the one percent of the one percent of the top beauties in the galaxy, and they exude good health and great genes from the sheen of their skin alone... and they are completely flooded with his semen!

Their holes gush cum. He holds them by their feet, upside down, and their heads and gorgeous, long hairs are washed over by the semen that pours continuously from their overstretched holes; cunt and anus overflowing with the loads he had dumped so liberally in their bodies.

He holds these ten women in a single hand like a bunch of bananas! One leg per woman, and the other leg hung loose, like their arms, and I can hardly see their faces or their limbs as these are run over with cum; the cum that never stops oozing and pouring from their holes, sliding down their whole bodies as they writhe and quiver and whimper:

"God... horsie…"

Their faces (whenever I can see them) shift erratically between the most extremes of pleasure and pain, each woman looking like she wears one thousand difference faces every second, and I can see on their hard skin, their pores outstretched by a myriad of goosebumps, that their orgasms never end; their climaxes will never end, and this is all the more apparent by the strong jets of squirt that finally break free from their upturned cunts whenever the mass of semen isn't heavy enough to block them: Squiiiirt! Squiiiiirt!! Squiiiiiiiirt...!!

They shower the monster with their squirt, and the beast smirks at me, displaying his women like trophies, showing me, with their bodies, what he's going to do to me and my friends once he's done teasing us. "Oh... f-fuck…"

They don't even look too wrecked, to be frank. Their bellies are large and swollen, sure, but they don't look like the deformed, distorted balls of flesh that he turned all the other women around us into. Like, they're a bit swollen, and their bellies are half as big as yoga balls, yes, but they still look recognizably women, which indicates that the god hasn't spent any time at all with them. "This... all of this..." I mutter as I look at their bellies, which wobble and jiggle as sexily as their breasts with all the semen the horse has poured in them. "This is just a squirt from you, isn't it?" I ask, and I hold no hopes that the god will actually answer me…

"Uuuuurhm. Uuuuurhm."

... and he doesn't, though his grunts feel like an answer of sorts, and his light, subtle smirk tells me everything I need to know.

He knows he is a god, and with this knowledge, he will toy with me. I'm just a little rat in a jaguar's paw, and jaguars are known for liking to play with their food from time to time.

"Uuuurhm. Uuuuuurhm." With his constant, booming grunts, the god pulls a heavy weight with his other hand.

I look at it. With his left hand, he drags another ten women on the ground, and these ones look more swollen and beaten up then the ones on his right hand.

The ones of his right hand, he raises them high; so high that their upside-down heads are many feet above the surface of his ocean of jizz…

... but the ones on his left hand, he drags them on the sea like a cavemen pulling his woman by her hair—though he pulls them all by their legs, barely paying them any attention but the bare minimum he needs to get them all knocked up and impregnated.

"Jesus... damn... shit…"

The penis of the monster is still obfuscated by the thick steam that rises from his jizz... but also from the penis itself. Yes. That's it! The reason why his penis and balls remain occult is because they're too hot, and the area around his crotch produces way more steam than the space further from it. "God... god..." I begin to lose my senses as I stare at him for too long.

On one hand, he carries ten women upside-down, bellies big and jiggling with one gallon of semen each, holes frothing and bursting with thick semen. On the other hand, he drags ten more women on the floor, well, on the sea of cum by their legs as well, and their bellies are more swollen, their bodies more deformed by the bigger loads he has squirted in them.

These are not all the women he has with him. No. I look at his legs and, though I can't see much through the denser cloud of steam that bursts from his balls, I can kind of make up a faint shake of more women there; **** pussies clinging to his legs, latched onto his calves while whimpering, quivering, and begging for more breeding:

"Dad... daddy...!" I can hear their incessant kisses on his legs, their hands reaching out to his butts, and their nails being dragged down the solid surface of his shapely, muscular butt. "P-please, daddy... a lil' more semen...?"

Their pussies fill the relative silence with squirts: Squirt-Squirt-Squirt-Squiiiirt...!!

Their whimpers sound particularly cocky and victorious. "Oh, daddy! So much cum...!" Their bodies are enormous, or so they appear to be by their large, round outlines through the mist. "You've got... such endless cum...!"

They sound victorious, yes, because they're still alive! They have taken his seed and survived to tell the tale. "Such power... god..." They get a glimpse of his butt, damn, and they cum! "Such stamina... oh my god...!"

Squirt!! Squirr!! Squirt!! Squiiiiiiiirt...!!

The bull holds the women in his hands in my view, and his steely eyes are locked on mine, rarely diverging from my face, not even to see my tits. "Uuuuurhm. Uuuuuurhm." His muscles rumble and twitch with his breath. And his muscles…

FUCK

How the fuck can I even begin to describe...??????

"Uuuuurhm. Uuuuurhm. Uuuuuuuurhm."

I can't.

It's hopeless trying to describe what a god beast this stallion is.

Fourteen feet and six inches of pure stallion meat.

A god. A beast. A monster. A…

"Aaargh! Fuck!!" The orgasms run through me again. I squirt, I squirt, I squirt, and when I recover my will, I look upon his muscles again and "Oh, give me a BREAK!!"

I cum I cum I cum again, and it seems like I'm locked in a vicious cycle of looking at his muscles, cumming my heart out, taking my eyes from his muscles as I cum and squirt so hard, regaining my strength as I no longer see his muscles, then raising my eyes again and looking at his muscles... "Fuck!"

There. Are. So! Many!! Muscles!!!

This virile beast looks as if someone took a dozen bulls, extracted only the biggest and hardest cuts from their bodies, and wrapped this prime beef selection in the white flesh of a Caucasian god. It is impossible to stare at that beast and not see, like, horses or bulls instead.

He is fully human, but so incredibly muscular that I can't help but see a horse when I blink, and then a bull when I blink again. "Oooh, aaah..." I slobber and salivate over my own, giant breasts. "Ooooh, gaaawd…"

I blink, and there I see a bull.

I blink again, and there I see the biggest man in the world.

I blink, and the man is replaced by a horse.

I blink, and there is the bull again.

"God... god..." I lick my lips and pout them like a baby moving after a pacifier. "So... many... muscles...!"

The beast is SWOLE!! Like... OH SHIT!!

I can probably lay across his torso and not touch one of his shoulders or arms with my feet while my fingers touch the other side of him. Each of his breasts is the size of a car (or a small spaceship), and the monster is so bulky that I can literally see his sides from his front!

Like... wow! He is so stuffed with muscles that I literally can see his back overflowing into his sides, crashing over his obliques like waves of muscles piling on top of even more muscles…

"Muscles... muscles... muscles... god..." And I understand perfectly well, when looking at this masterpiece of a body, why males are so obsessed with big muscles: never before have I felt such a distilled essence of POWER as that which I see in his body. "Power... power through muscles."

Real men have big muscles. 'Tis the law of the universe and shit.

Muscles = Manhood. Almost as much as cock and balls!

That man... has ALL the muscles.

"God... god... god... god..." The saliva oozes onto my breasts in an ever-thickening, growing thread from the tip of low-hanging tongue. "Swole... so swole... so big…"

His muscles are as a fat as he is shredded.

I am convinced the god doesn't have a single drop of fat in his body (as unhealthy as this would be in any other male), even though his skin is perfectly white and pink, like the butt of a baby! It's like his muscles are painted white, and everything under his skin (and whatever microscopic layer stretched on top of his muscles he has for "skin") is as fair and flawless as the superior genome encoded in his bloodstream.

"God... god... muscles...!"

His muscles thunder and ripple with more fibers in one breast than there are stars in the whole universe. His muscles are fat, hard, but also incredibly detailed. Looking at them is like looking at an anatomical figure... if all the muscles had been painted white (and with a perfect tint of white at that!)

I look at his breasts, for instance, and I see all those colossal, violin-like fibers and strands of beef cutting through his pecs from his shoulders, dividing each man boob in yet two more halves, and the pressure under these fibers looks so great it appears capable of splitting stars, and every inch of his bulging physique rippled and roared with an equally insane degree of leanness, an impossible level of shreddedness! A type of trim cut that shouldn't been feasible for a man of his bulk.

"Bulk... hulk…"

And he is a hulk, indeed. I have never seen a man so swollen before, no matter the height, almost as if his body struggles to contain all of those muscles!

There is a tension, a fine pressure always building under his "skin", as if all those muscles still aren't ALL of the muscles he has, but only the ones that he could show me without... unleashing a power... an explosion!!... that would consume this whole station and blast it with enough strength to create a whole new star!

There is a vibration all over his skin, a well of energy that he can unleash with one wrong movement, oh, one careless thought... but the bull is always in perfect control of all his muscles, and I feel that he can move each individual fiber at his will as easily as one person can curl their fingers, and his authority over his own physique is as ABSOLUTE as his dominion over all women, his supremacy over my wombs, damn, and all of the world's pussies.

"Damn... damn..." My tongues goes in and out, sliding back and forth through my mouth, and my eyes almost pop out as they widen almost as big and round as my mouth, through which the most helpless yelp flow: "Breed me... I need... to be bred…"

BY. ALL. THOSE. MUSCLES.

I look at his physique and all I can think of is... genes.

I look at his muscles and all I can imagine is the size of my children, the buff frame he will endow them after his godly genes are merged with mine; how heavy and potent their bodies shall be, and just how utterly HUNG the boys will be out of the womb.

"Genes... genes... oh, god, your genes…"

His muscles are so big that they pierce through my mind, loop over my brain, and destroy any filter or sense of decor I may have or have ever had, and instead of thinking romantically about him or his beauty, I think straight in the most ruthless, eugenic terms possible: "I need you flawless genes."

His muscles so big and beautiful I don't even see the muscles, but the genes!

The genes that created them! The genes that have produced such a man after 20,000 years of selective mating!

Muscles so flawless that they could never be an accident, only a craft!

Muscles handcrafted by one thousand generations of hung studs and big-tittied mares.

Muscles made possible by only perfect, flawless genes.

"I need... your cum... I need your semen..." I suck a bit of my slobber back into my mouth. "I need your semen, horse... and the DNA that your semen contains." When I realize it, my hands are groping my tits. "Oh, god!" I look down and I see that I'm not just groping my breasts, but slowly, sexily undressing for him, unbuttoning my shirt bit by bit and revealing to him a little more of my flesh, of my perfect-but-not-so-perfect genetics. "Oh, stud!"

Hurriedly, I close my shirt. I button it up and block his view from me.

"Uuuuuurhm. Uuuuuurrhm."

And the monster sounds intrigued by my defiance, startled by this gesture that never, ever, ever occurred to him, so rare as to be unimaginable: a woman rejecting him!

"Uuuuurrhm. Uuuuuuurhm."

If he knew this gesture, it was only because of his mother.

That's it. His mother and no one else!

"Uuuuurhm. Uuuuurhm."

I feel his hot breath reaching me through the many dozens of feet that still separate us. The monster keeps his eyes at me—his gorgeous eyes of infinite blue!—and then he drops the bitches from his hands, and their bodies collapse messily, sloppily on his semen: Bluuursh!! Bluuursh!!

I see the two bundles of ten women each fall on the spunk, then get stuck in there like flies that flew into a mass of fresh bubble gum. Their bodies don't splash or sink into the cum, but instead just... get stuck there, almost as if time had suddenly stopped around them.

"Uuuuurhm. Uuuuuuurhm."

Never mind them. These bitches are weak! And these bitches are gone! And now... only I have the god's undivided attention! "Dear... god..."

Author’s Note: I’m switching to the PAST TENSE going forward. Apologies for the inconvenience, if any.

He... was... god.

I mean, fuck, sorry for that, I…

…

Fuck.

Look, what I meant to say was: he... was... handsome.

Like... soooo fucking handsome.

Beyond handsome.

A god.

I know I told you already that he was a god, in all ways someone can be called "a god", but I mean…

…

...?!

Fuck.

Holy shit.

How do I even describe that face?

It was the face... of a god. A beauty beyond anything that mere words can ever hope to convey.

And I know, I KNOW I also said this already, but... but…

...!!!!

Oh, fuck, what am I supposed to even say here???!

His face... his goddamn face...!!

Squirt!! Squirt!! Squiiiiirt...!!

I still wore my clothes, you see, but any hope of controlling my squirts had been dashed and destroyed long ago. My pants were wet, damped with my squirt, you know that, but now... they were even more so. "F-fuck... fuck... shit...!"

I clutched my fists and gritted my teeth, but the squirting... "Ow, f-f-fuck!!" The intense gushing between my legs, oh shit, it just didn't stop! It never ended, and it got bigger and harder and more difficult to control!!

I focused hard on only letting out a few ounces per second, but now I was cumming liters, ejaculating a damn bucket every minute or so... "Damn! Damn! Damn!!", as I beheld the face of that man, that god, and it alone increased my squirting tenfold.

It was the most handsome face I had ever seen (duh), and incomparably more handsome than all the faces I had tried to draw or had commissioned the universe's greatest artists to try and draw it for me.

The most powerful computers in the cosmos, running simulations for months on end, never came close to generating a face so... perfect... so utterly flawless like his. "God... god... breed!" I had cartoon hearts in my eyes, and the god saw it.

Booom... Wrooom... Boooomm…

He saw it, but he did nothing. Not yet. He simply stood there, facing me, letting the steam slowly dissolve around him and artfully reveal more bits and pieces of his holy body, which... oh, my!!! Looking down from his face to his torso, I was assaulted by more orgasms, stronger orgasms, and my face swelled up with the rush of blood boiling in my veins... "Damn! Damn! Damn!!"

And my tits grew. They grew! Massive, monstrously large gazongas almost sizzling through their nipples, the nipples themselves almost breaking through my tight, wet shit!

Bwooom!! Bwoooom!! Bwoooom...!!

I was proud of my tits, and I could see... well, I could feel that the titan was impressed by them as well, the heat of his gaze warming up my tits even hotter than all the milk that boiled incandescent beneath my flesh. "Damn... damn... god...!!" I shivered, I gulped, I cleared my throat.

The god-stallion looked at my tits, and when I was strong enough to meet his gaze again... fuck... his handsome face!!... I could see a change, a shift in his divine expression, his clear cheekbones and prominent jaw just a little contorted into something of an approving, desiring smirk.

He was attracted to my breasts—and they were mostly covered! Their size and roundness alone intrigued him, and he was more curious than sexually aroused; confused, perhaps, by the effects I was having in his body.

He had never been on the receiving end of a sexual ****, so that's why he was so startled. He had never met a creature who made horny like he made other creatures. Well, maybe his mother, but... I'm not sure Galatea was so open-minded as to let her son...…

Anyway. The god was exploring his own feelings as he looked at my tits and, yep, realized that he liked them.

However much he liked them, though, it was not nearly enough to make him move.

My heart thundered against my breasts, which jolted slightly with every throb and pound. My body shivered, every damn inch of it.

His face.…

Oh, god, his face!

The manliest face in the universe. That long and sharp jawline! That prominent chin! That perfect, flawless nose! God, the apples of his face! The way his cheeks sunk just enough for me to gauge the perfection of his bone structure! "Good god...!" The saliva slithered onto my breasts, adding to the dampness of my shirt. "What great genes!"

His flawless genetics were displayed glaringly in his face. It was impossible to look at that face and not turn into the universe's most ravenous eugenicist. This is what good mating and breeding could create! This is what a careful curating of genes could produce!

The most perfect specimen of the species. The superior stud. "God's Alpha Male...!"

The words flowed out of my mouth as the squirt gushed from my cunt and the milk... oh. The milk almost pushed past the holes in my nipples, but at least my self-control wasn't so depleted as to allow it to gush like the other breasts, like the tits of my weaker, fallen companions.

"G-god... god..." My girls, by the way, remained around us, on their knees, keeping their faces down, their shoulders low, and not daring to look upon them god, lest the sight of him KILLED THEM for good! "My god... we need your cum…"

They whimpered and squeaked low enough that only I could hear them (or so I thought) and, under the sea of that god's semen, they gathered his seed on their hands and moved it to their hungry pussies, intent of fecundating themselves before the stallion gushed in their wombs.

"Uuuuuurhm," the stallion boomed, and then he gave out another grunt, a bit louder, way deeper, and more powerful, and also almost threatening: "Uuurhm!!"

The hands went out of the pussies. "Sorry! Sorry, my god!" The shivering lips trembled and curled to voice the many meek and pitiful apologies.

The god had commanded them not to fecundate themselves, and they all obeyed.

His semen stayed away from their pussies, and their hands now stood away from his semen, not daring to push a single drop through their cunts before the god judged them ready.

There were oceans around us. Atlantic Ocean, Pacific Ocean worth of cum. The amount of semen, as extensively described already, was so **** as to be ludicrous, comical, and the fact that not a single drop of it had fecundated us already made the situation even more hilarious—and agonizing!

We stood surrounded by mountains of jizz and millions of collapsed, swollen, bloated bodies. Everywhere we looked at, we saw piles of bodies bigger than cars and more round than bowling balls squirming and yelping, every hole gushing with jizz one million times fresher (and one billion quadrillion times more potent) than the one ejaculated straight out of a horse's prick…

... and all these bodies, all these holes were well-fecundated beyond imagining, all these wombs blessed and stuffed with more quality genes than their UNWORTHY women would ever know what to do with! "Thank you, daddy!" These bitches squirmed and quivered, and as they voiced their delighted thanks to the husband-horse who'd bred them, they cradled their swollen tummies with their hands, giggling and cooing at the though of having being impregnated by the STEED OF HEAVENS, the ultimate God of Gods that only the finest human bloodlines could ever produce. "I'm plump with your children! Your mighty seed...!" As they squirmed and cried, you could hear their squirting and lactation, numerous and bountiful, hissing in the air, showering us with their blessed states. "I'm going to carry your children... your gods!... 'til the heat **** of the Universe!"

One hundred million women had been fecundated by that stud in that month. One hundred million... and we were not one of them! "Fuck!" I curled my lips and looked at that horse almost in anger. How the fuck could he breed all those inferior pussies, those lesser genes, yet spare our hungry and worthy wombs. "Y-you... f-fucker!"

He was a god, I know, but... come on, even he shouldn't cross some red lines, and I could see, in his heavenly blue eyes, that he denied us his semen just for fun.

"Uuuurhm. Uuuuurhm. Uuuuuurhm."

That he kept us waiting and in want just for pleasure of rejecting the most objectively flawless females in the cosmos!

He look at me, ah, and I could sense his arrogance, his defiance...!

Squirt-Squirt-Squirt-Squirt...!

Judging by the speed, intensity, and amount of my squirt, though, I knew that he was right.

He could fuck or not fuck whoever he wanted, and he commanded us to slash our own throats, twist our own necks, or throw ourselves into a black hole to our deaths, who were we to deny him??

He was a god, and us, mere humans. "Perfect... perfect... perfect genes!" His mere presence fried my brain and pried these words out of my deepest, darkest subconscious: "A superior male with superior Alpha genes." My fat lips danced and sprinkled hot, sticky saliva on my breasts and shoulders as I sucked them, licked them, bit them in the most delightful ways lips could be bitten, and all but danced for him, stripped for him, twerked for him like a cheap whore offering her holes for a thorough stuffing. "Bursting... with good genes…"

I looked at that horse and saw god, and I prayed that this god would fill me up with his superior genetics. "When I have... your children..." My trembling hands moved down to my waist, right where my womb would be. "They will be perfect, perfect. Your semen, inside my womb... will make for a perfect genetic soup." I imagined his potent sperm infiltrating me and fecundating me, no less than **** my eggs with their long and muscular tails. "God...!"

My squirting intensified. My eyes were probably bigger than their holes, bulging out, and my tongue rolled back and forth like I was a bitch in heat, his bitch begging for his pups. "God, breed me! Breed me!"

I woke up to the touch, the texture, the heat of my hands around my boobs again. "Oh, fuck...!" I had unbuttoned my shit again, and now the upper portion of my breasts stood in his view.

I wore nothing underneath. It was just a shirt, then meat, meat, meat, meat! And milk, of course. Milk that almost—almost!—spilled over from my nipples, but…

Not yet! Not yet! Oh, I was still strong enough to keep my milk inside, no matter how painful this was becoming! "Your horse!" I quivered, daring some sort of defiance, and only looking childish as I did it. "You... hung motherfucker."

Please, make me a mommy, my id screamed. Please, horse, make me a mother and be a motherfucker of me!

This is how insane my mind was becoming.

I was still dressed up and still standing, but my dignity was oozing out of me along with my sweat and my squirt.

The monster kept his eyes on me, and one of his girls tried to climb his legs to reach (what I presumed to be) his balls hidden behind the steam. "God, I need these balls!" She was fat with his cum, but it didn't matter, she wanted more of it. "I need... horse! I need your horse jizz!" I could heat the semen gushing, oozing, erupting out of her pussy, and rivers of it, each as thick as fingers, oozed from her nostrils like she was exhaling it. "God..." She kissed him, she kissed him, she kissed him repeatedly along his legs, inch after inch getting covered with her spit:

Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Smooch...!

And for every kiss she gave him, she uttered, she cried, she begged: "God... you horse god... horse as big as a bus..." Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss... "Please, god, give me more semen!" Her enormous breasts soaked on his jizz, and everything under her hips was submerged in jizz, but none of this mattered, none of them cared, valuing only the fresh and potent sperm that they received straight from his cum-pisser, his womb-wrecker…

Boom... Booom... Booom...!

... his throbbing, thundering world-spear that wobbled just out of my sight, fuck, and always juuust out of her reach.

"Uuuurhm," the monster grunted, absent-minded, and then he raised one foot, placed it on the back of that woman, and then…

Glurb! Glurb! Glurb!

... he pushed her, with the sole of his feet, down, down, slowly down and under his sea of cum.

Those women didn't die or suffer from it, of course. We knew how it was. When the semen was thick enough, rich enough, potent enough, we could breathe in it like fish underwater.

The woman sank into the semen, and all I saw was the bubbles coming from her mouth, and her arms wiggling and flailing like the tails of very happy mice as the god, in a way, gave her exactly what she wanted, though not where she wanted it from.

Glurb-glurb! Glurb! Glurb...!

The woman flailed, wailed, and squealed, and then she disappeared under the ocean of his cum, stepped on my her muscle daddy while the other women, too comatose to chase after him, merely snoozed and fondled her huge, well-fecundated bellies. "God... that's so... much... cum!"

I caught glimpses of their faces and envied them, ah, those bitches, for I had never seen women happier than they were, and the universe's top one-million studs had barely come close to giving me that bliss or making my body suffer those many orgasms as theirs appeared to be going through!

"Fuck, daddy... too much... too hot!"

They never stopped squirting. They never stopped shaking. They never stopped cumming—and probably never would.

When I raised my eyes to the stallion again, I was angry—and it showed! My face was red and hot, and my ears were numb with the pressure of my anger, my revolt!

I felt hot tears sliding from my eyes, and when they hit my breasts, they sizzled! Tzzzz! Tzzzz!

I was angry for being denied his cum, even though I was the one denying him! "Please, god..." I licked my lips. I whimpered. "Please, cum." I gave him puppy eyes. I had never sounded as submissive as I did then: "Will you give me cum, god? Will you... breed my womb with your semen?"

I was pissing out squirt, now, the flow like that of a broken tap, a low-pressure fire hose making it rain between my legs and through my soaked, wet-ass pants.

The god looked at me... and spread his arms just a little.

Brrrrrmmm!! Brrrrrrrmmm!!

The place shook. My jaw went low again as I watched his muscles expand and ripple. "Oh... my... god..." The last word almost disappeared with the most insignificant whimper. I saw his breast expand and…

Dear god, what pecs! It was like he had trucks for a chest plate! Each of his muscles was as big as an elephant. Well, certainly as heavy as one.

The gorgeous muscles swelled and fattened, and they were so smooth, yet so hard, and their fibers danced with hypnotizing harmony.

Brrrrmm... Brrrrmm... Brrrrmm…

The air vibrated with his muscle fibers. They were like the chords of a guitar which, upon being struck, shook the whole universe around them.

"Damn... damn... damn..." With each and every word I uttered, a drop of saliva dripped and sizzled on my mighty boobs: Tzzzz! Tzzzzz! Tzzzz...!"

I ate his pecs with my eyes, and when my gaze reached his nipples, I was struck by yet another stronger wave of wet orgasms: Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Splurhs...!

His nipples were "small" next to the fields that were his pecs, but they were probably as large as tangerines in absolute terms. The round, pink aureole of his gorgeous, hard suckers were larger, perhaps, than the tip of horse cocks.

I wanted to suckle on those nips. To be turned into a baby and nurse on the awesome flesh of those magnificent man-boobs! "Dada... dada..." I uttered, and more spit oozed onto my breasts. I could feel the saliva raining from the bottom of my colossal chest like a curtain of molten sugar.

The god hadn't flexed. He wasn't hardening his body or anything. Not that I think of it, I realize that he wasn't even T-posing, properly. No. He merely... moved his arms a little wider than usual, and boom! His entire torso expanded and thickened! His breasts exploded, and his plates got fatter and harder, and his wide expanse got full of power and motion, his trillions of fibers vibrating like the twitching tails of hsi vigorous sperm, the awesome breeding cells he kept stored down there, in his yet-unseen balls.

Gluursh... Gluursh... Gluuursh…

I felt the weight of his tremendous testicles as they grew and changed places: sometimes, his right testicle hung lower than and head of the left testicles, and then, after a loud and gooey throb, the left testicles moved lower and swirled ahead of the other; both testicles fighting for space in his gigantic legs, that, mighty as they were, were simply not enough to hold the enormity of his virile sexual organs.

Gluursh... Glooarsh... Gluuursh…

And there was always semen. There was always juice moving around, swirling, churning inside those heavy testes.

Glursh... Glorsh... Gluursh…

Dear god... "Fuck!"

I looked down at my breasts and saw that they were almost naked!!

I had unbuttoned my shirt further. Now... all I needed was to pull my shirt up, and my giant tits would be revealed to him.

I look at my stud and, yep, he was smirking. "You damn, hung bastard!" I hissed, and he was impressed by the gleam of my teeth.

I was a beautiful woman. Beautiful enough to give him pause and make him feel... something for me.

I knew he wasn't anywhere this slow with any other bitch.

These millions of women around me? He didn't even penetrate them before he fecundated them. He merely squirted his jizz inside of them and, boom, they all got swollen and preggy like this.

He didn't waste a fraction of a second in each of them. Most of these bitches, oh, he picked them up by the bundle, gathering ten to twenty of them in a single mass, and then, when their pussies were all lined up and squirting and gushing in his direction, he pumped his penis while aiming at them, and the rest of was history:

Guuush!! Guuush!! Guuuush...!!

A single pump was enough to fecundate all of them simultaneous, and a second wad was more than enough to leave them so bloated that they'd be leaking his cum for decades on end, until they deathbeds!

The god wasted no time with these pussies. He didn't to.

They were worthless. They were inferior. Their genes were just barely good enough to receive his DNA without being completely dissolved by it; erased and nullified to the point that their wombs wouldn't be able to conceive his holy children.

Those women made the cut, but again: only barely!

He didn't waste his time with them because they were way beneath his semen's pay grade. If he took his sweet time with us—with me!—it's because we were worthy and they were NOT!

We were the only ones he might one day consider as "wives." Everyone else was a whore, a cheap skank, a good-for-nothing prostitute!

Blursh... Blursh... Blursh…

Their gaping holes and swollen tummies proved it. More than anyone, they were cum toilets and nothing else. Flesh-textured bottles where he'd store his semen and maybe lend to other women so they could fecundate themselves with it without actually badgering him for it.

Those women... they were gone. They were footnotes in his sexual history. They didn't exist at all. And I... I didn't even hear them no more as the god kept his eyes on me and admired me, coveted me, inspected my body, and tried to figure out what made it so perfect; why it got his dick feeling so funny and acting unwise, even when he tried to cool it off and get it soft again.

"Yes, stud." Daringly, I spoke to him—and even with a loud voice! Loud enough to blow away the curtains of steam that surrounded me. "This... is what a real woman looks like." I trembled, but who gives a shit. "You... you are looking at the first real woman of your life. These cheap bitches…"

"Uuurrhm."

The god grunted. I shut up. "Yes, master. Yes." I lowered my head and whimpered. "Sorry, master. So sorry…"

My knees clicked together as my legs wobbled so much. I felt my head getting light, my eyes dark, and my balance slowly fading.

I almost fell down. My hands went across my breasts, tightening the shirt around them. I tried to button my shirt up again, but the buttons actually fell down as they popped out of it.

It seemed I had handled those buttons a bit too hard, and now there was no way to put them back. "Fuck, fuck... shit!" Slowly, I started to despair, and I crossed my legs as if to protect my modesty, and I couldn't believe that the god was going to win so easily, and that I, the universe's third strongest woman, would succumb to his charms, his wiles, like a dumb bitch no greater than those lesser human beings—those worms!—around me. "Damn you! Damn you! D-damn...!"

I gritted my teeth, bit my lips, and shed some more tears alone with the droplets of blood that oozed from around my canines sinking into my lower lip.

Drip... Drip... Drip... Drip…

Having had enough of my body, apparently, the god hissed, then stepped forward.

The clouds of steam swiveled around his crotch. The air burned around his hips. And his dick... his ultra-massive dick... it emerged from the white curtains like a whale, and soon after, the two elephant calves he had for balls appeared.

Drip... Drip... Splash!!

My womb fell off, and soon after, my body followed.