You meet the God of Muscle himself

You entered into the pristine and lavish building and were in awe at the absolutely magnificent beauty of it. Everything was immaculately crafted and was made of the most perfect woods and marble stone.

It was also debaucherous. There were accent waterways just like aqueducts all throughout the building snd you could smell right away that it was not water but cum flowing down them. You also got hard looking at the dozens of statues and figures of the most morbidly obese men you had ever seen, some of which were your husbands. Their magnificent cocks on display only left you wanting as your hole quaked in anticipation for sex.

But eventually an elevator dinged and you floated into the massive circular platform that could have fit a mansion on it, but instead it could barely contain your enormity as the door closed and struggled to push your flab in.

You felt as if you were on heaven as the elevator ascended hundreds of stories in seconds effortlessly. You pierced the clouds and marveled at the sky of space and more of your handiwork. Out in space there were no other planets, instead your sky was dotted with the blobs of people. Men who were so insatiable they submitted their all to you so that they may be fattened to the size of planets and adorn your sky. Their monolithic logs called cocks were throbbing and unleashing a torrent of cum that you now realize made the clouds below you.

Your own cocks were gushing endlessly and flooding the elevator before finally the door dinged and opened up unleashing the flood into your office.

You floated out and finally gazed upon your guest. A man of tremendous proportions as his muscles consumed his body.

“There is the man himself,” he said floating and turning in place. His own singular massive cock and balls hung from his hips. His cock alone was hundreds if not over a thousand feet long. His balls were the size of a cruise ship and the cum inside them churned visibly as his cock pumped copious amounts of pre out his shaft. Then there was him. His face was perfectly chiseled and handsome. His beard was perfectly cut and his hair was immaculate. All of that was on the head of a man lost in a crater of muscle. His back muscles rose over a dozen feet above his head and his pectorals pushed against his chin as they stuck out over three dozen feet in front of him. The perfectly round and muscled pecs had a forest of hair on them that traveled down his abs that could crush a house between them. His legs were obscured by his balls but from what little you saw they were as massive as his arms. The two arms of his were stuck in a t-pose thanks to just how massive his lats and biceps were. His shoulders were sculpted as a gods should be and his ass was massively bubbly. The two cheeks were clenched with muscle unseen beneath them and yet they still remained perfect.

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” you say in awe of the man before you.

“Please, we need no formalities,” he says with his sultry handsome and deep voice. “We are two of the eldest gods in existence. Where there is mankind, there is the enteral dominance of fat and muscle. Two sides of the same coin, the desire for more, and bigger men!”

You bellow out in laughter with him and watch his monolithic cock quake before he orgasms. The massive balls of his churn and unleash as much cum as you are making with your 15 cocks.

“Ah! To be a man! To spew our essence with such glee and freedom!”

“It is one of my favorite things to do,” you tell the God of muscle. “But I'm sure you came all this way for more than to just orgasm with me in my office?”