Janet’s Bulls 1

Janet Van Beckham entered her bathroom, and the lights all shone at once, bathing her in white.

The bathroom was covered wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling with mirrors. She needed this to "track her progress" and attest the perfection of her genes.

She walked slowly, sensuously to the bathtub and turned it on. Instead of water, some kind of thick, white liquid came from the faucets and the shower-head.

Milk. And semen.

A lot of the milk was her own, produced effortlessly by her two supermassive, white gazongas.

As Janet walked, she filled the bathroom with the booming sounds of her bouncy tits: Bwoom-Bwoom-Bwooom.…

She chuckled, for every little movement of her body reinforced her perfection. Every little thing was further testament to her superiority.

No other could ever hope to compete with her. Not even beauties well over half a CENTURY younger!

Janet was about to turn one hundred, and, if anything, she was starting to get annoyed by how slowly she was aging. "Such a boooore!" By how sluggish the signs of aging took to show on her body.

She didn't want to age—who does?—but she didn't want to live forever either. "The way things are going," she cast a naughty glance to one of her thousands of reflections in the room. "I'm going to remain hotter than Pamela Anderson in her prime well past two hundred and fifty!"

She giggled, and then she walked away from the bathtub, which was enormous, and only slowly, very slowly filled up with milk.

The liquid bubbled and boiled as the place was filled with steam. Janet stood before one of the mirrors offering unimpeded view of her full body, then quickly disrobed.

Woooosh…

With a single flicker of her finger, she pulled a single lace from around her tiny, minuscule waistline, and the robe came down, revealing not just the hottest body of any old woman, but the hottest female body period.

Janet felt her pink, hard clit swell as she raised her chin and winked, brimming with confidence, at that reflection of a body that had not grown one day older.

"Not bad, Janet. Still not bad at all!" She turned around and purred, admiring the perfection of her form, and the sheer abundance of it!

Her curves! They almost hurt her! Oh, having to carry breasts like those...!

It was no wonder the woman needed to vigorously pump milk our of those tankers, otherwise they would explode after a mere day without being stimulated.

"A good thing my boys don't even leave me a single day of rest."

Janet turned left, turned right, and her breasts roared with their immensity. No mere cup size could describe the aggressive size of those supermassive orbs. They were planets rendered into flesh, then grafted into a very thin and elegant body.

"Oh, myyy…"

She purred sexily. Her voice was soft, silky, and perfect. Janet used to do ASMR voice work for fun. She liked to measure her sexual capital in terms of her voice alone, and last week, she scored $150,000 for a single 30-second sound bite to some Arab sheikh.

"Divine!" The goddess spoke, feeling the vibration of her throat as she purred, running her long and elegant fingers over her Adam apple, and damn, realizing how long it took from her to run her palm down from her chin to her collar bones.

Long, elegant, divine. A supermodel... or so she would be, oh, if she didn't have the most massive breasts and most outrageous glutes anyone had ever seen.

Her legs, too, abounded with flesh and fertility. Thick and juicy thighs, as would be expected from a woman with glutes so large and firm.

The goddess purred as she turned around and tried to find any imperfections on her body.

"None. None at all, still."

The milk flowed heavily from the faucets into the bathtub. Blurb... Blurb... Blurb…

The goddess felt a pressure rising and growing in her breasts. "Oh... oh..." She tugged her breasts softly underneath, but then she stopped and quickly pulled her hands back, realizing that "These babies are going to burst!"

She hadn't milked herself for over 12 hours—the longest ever. This day, after all, was a very special day. "My 98th birthday," the goddess purred, and then another tingle assaulted her pussy; the tingle of pleasure that came from superiority, from knowing that her face and body utterly ANNIHILATED those of any 18yo! "And my three biggest, sweetest boys!"

Her phone vibrated near the sink. She took it and, after reading the message, smirked. "Oh, speaking of the devils!"

The horse-hung, bull-muscled devils!

The goddess put the phone down and looked at the bath. "Oh, sooo slow!"

The milk couldn't move much faster than that, as it was so very thick!

"Hurry on, now. My bull boy is about to arrive!"

She needed to be ready.

She needed to be HOT.

She could break any man or army of men, but this time... she had only invited the big leagues! "Oooh, Johnny…"

Even though she was preparing for three males, she only really feared one of them. In fact, the other two males were mere appetizer—and this was the first time either of them would meet!

"What a wonder!"

She glanced again at the bathtub, and it was only half full. Sighing, she walked closer to the mirror, feeling the drums of her ears hurt with the heavy sway and bounce of her colossal tits.

It wasn't the only thing in her body hurting—and I'm not talking about her bones or joints, which were, if anything, healthier than those of a newborn horse!

No. I'm talking about her inner thighs, which rubbed and dragged so much, so hard that she always felt them burning under her pussy.

"My legs are so thick!" She spoke with a caramel voice, and the soft hum of her tone made her clit shiver and rage!

Drip... Drip... Drip…

I'm talking about her colossal ass cheeks, which clipidy-clapped with such strength that the goddess felt like some African, some black momma from the hood twerking for her bull-hung kids.

"Oh, my…"

The abundance of her form hurt her, and she adored it, yes, but she also sometimes hated, for she could never stopped feeling her body, feeling the sexuality that compelled her to mate with only the biggest, downright most animal-like males she could ever find.

"When you are built like this, you must breed." She licked her lips. "Every waking hour, you must be mating." She ran her fingers down her outrageous, absurd hourglass physique. "You must be draining dicks every day, and you must be collecting hot, young male cum in your womb until its burned to a crisp by the sheer weight and virility of it all!" She licked her lips again, and her tongue almost got lost in the thickness, the fatness, the immenseness of her kissers. "My, my..." Lips are red as if she were wearing lipstick. "My...." She continued: "You must be draining so many balls that even bulls would be scared of you if they smelled you!"

When you are built like such an absurdity of a woman…

"You. Have. No. Choice."

She made her lips pop and smack, and her cheeks Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! as she got as close as she could to that mirror without pressing her monstrous boobs against them. Boobs so large that they could be seen from behind her.

(In fact, you could see way more of her boobs from her back than what was hidden. About 4/5 of her tit-flesh was very visible from behind her, spilling from the sides of her body like two bodies hugging her, and only 1/5 of her monster tits were obscured by her back. Her tits were, quite simply, this titanic!)

Bwooom! Bwooom! Bwooom-woing...!

"When you are built like a fertility goddess, you have ****." The woman stretched her long, delicate arms, and stretched. "You must be fertile. You must mate. You must breed."

Her womb churned a little. It's been a week since she gave birth to her last batch of children, and the bastards just kept getting bigger, heavier, just like her body just kept looking younger as she aged (more or less).

"Fifty pounds..." She recounted the weight of her most recent newborns. "Fifty-eight pounds... Forty-nine pounds... and fifty-two pounds!"

Bastards. Huge and hung bastards who'd become just as virile and fertile as all her other children.

"All thousands of them!"

She was a birther just like her boys were breeders: she pumped out kids almost as fruitfully as her hung bulls gushed them into wombs.

Very close to the mirror, the goddess stared intently at her face, where she saw the visage of a divinely beautiful, if mature woman. "Aaah! There it is!"

It wouldn't be much fun, she thought, to be nearly 100 years old and looking exactly like an 18yo. No. She liked being mature, at least in face, which is where the only signs of aging appeared.

"I'm the world's hottest 30-something woman." She brimmed with pride. "A mommy, finally."

At worst, though, she still looked 50 to 60 years her junior!

She moved her hands up and stared just as intently at her skin. On the back of her hands, ah, she saw the same tiny crevices and beautiful wrinkles of age. "Finally!"

At 98, the aging was finally starting to catch up to her. Finally.

Of course, it only highlighted her divinity, the absurd perfection of her genes, a kind of genetic superiority only the most flawlessly well-bred specimen could have.

"I barely feel human!"

She felt, instead, like a mare who had been carefully bred for hundreds of generations for maximum fertility.

Her body could take the plowing of a million males and still keep going. Her womb could endure the birthing of thousands of kids and still feel brand new.

"My, my!"

When she looked at herself, she saw not a person, but an animal.

"It helps makes sex more real."

Yes. Only she and her boys had real sex. Real fucking.

Everybody else was more like... performance. A theater play.

No. Only SHE was able to FUCK. Only a creature as mighty and powerful as her could take sex "to the next level", and in fact, perform sex as sex should always have been performed: the ideal act of carnality and fertility!

Fucking like gods, not like mere humans!

"I am the Goddess of Women." She purred at winked at her reflection while lusciously licking her fat, pouty, dick-sucking lips (dick-sucking, that is, by the standards of horse cocks, not mere human dicks). "Today, I shall find out who is the God of Men!"

The milk bubbled on her bath. She turned around and... "Good."

It was full. The shower-heads were cut as soon as the thick liquid passed a certain threshold.

Purring, mewling, and stretching, the goddess moved to the bathtub as if putting on a show, a sexual performance to an unseen and unknown audience.

She laid one of her delicate, sexy feet on the stew, and the milk burned hot enough to cook any other human being in minutes.

"One hundred degrees Celsius!" The goddess gloated. "Hmm! Just how I like it!"

She slid her long, long, loooooong leg into the tub, then the other, and after a minute of slow dunking, she delved into the tub, which was far bigger than even her tall and busty body. More like a pool than a bathtub, indeed. Too big even for a Jacuzzi.

"Aaaah…"

Once in the bath, the goddess began to carefully explore the mass and the mounds of her abundant flesh.

The milk and semen stuck delightfully to her skin, getting specially viscous and loud in the folds of her monstrous breasts.

Plop! Plop! Plursp!

The underside of her tits sounded like popping bubbles and wet farts as the goddess rubbed them with the thick liquid.

"Hmm! Ball batter, cow juice!"

The pressure of the thick, dense liquid helped keep her own milk inside her gigantic tits. She needed to dunk 'em tits, however, very deep into that pool for the pressure to be effective, and thus, she could fondle and rub her breasts and clean herself without tearing her precious skin with the overabundance of her own lactatious delight.

Blursh... Blursh... Blursh…

She spread the stew on her arm pits, then along her long, long arms, moving her legs back and forth, rubbing her thighs together now with the pleasant, friction-less touch of those gallons of juice.

"So delightful!"

The tub bubbled and steamed, and the goddess got herself ready for the first young stallion who was about to breed her.

"I need all the virility and the fertility that money can buy!" She dipped her hands into the pool and brought with them several ounces of that stew to her face. "Milk and semen!"

She smelled the solution, and then drank it.

Gulp...!

Gulp...!

Gulp...!

Bull semen.

Horse semen.

Boy semen.

And milk.

Milk from mares, cows, several exotic animals, and her own breasts.

Her men contributed a lot to that solution. About 50% of all the cum in it, she figured.

Her breasts contributed 50% of all the milk.

She needed to bathe in that soup not for any anti-aging concerns, not even to make herself more fertile, but simply because... she enjoyed it.

"A goddess of fertility," she purred and smirked. "Must be surrounded always, at all times with fertility!"

It also got her studs going.

A mere glimpse of her body was enough to get literal horses, even elephants hard. The men, almost all of them, went INSANE!

However, the added scent of those liquids helped her get the upper hand of hundreds of her strongest males... and this time, she wanted to bring only her big guns to the fight.

"No stone unturned today." She giggled at the plopping, farting sounds of the stew as she rubbed it under her arm pits. "Today, I am going to be savaged. ****." Her mind floated to only one man, though, as if the other two were mere details, so easily forgotten. "Today, for the first time in my 98 years of life, I will finally taste... submission!"

The phone vibrated again on her sink, but it was out of her reach. It was okay. She didn't need to read the latest message to know exactly what it said.

"He's here."

Her first package of meat had arrived.

* * * * *

Jason Brown always felt relieved when he arrived at Janet's place.

"Finally, some peace!"

The women were kept outside, and for once, the strapping young stud could breathe and relax.

It wasn't easy being followed, outright harassed by women everywhere he went. At six feet and six inches, his height alone would suffice to catch anyone's attention... but when you added to it over 400 pounds of finely trimmed, well-cut bull muscle, the stud went from a supermodel-looking to a super-humanly bulky breeding machine.

There was no decorum or propriety next to him. When that bull was around, everyone—men and women—lost they shit!

Jason still saw (but no longer heard) the ladies screaming outside the building as he headed to the elevator and prepared for what was going to be the most intense fuck session of his life.

Janet Van Beckham was no mere woman, and certainly no sweet old lady, but the 24-year-old stud has always been able to single-handedly take of her... even if this cost him well over a day of uninterrupted coitus, and had broken his pelvis once.

"That fucking woman…"

There was a quiver of apprehension in her heart as the elevator door slid shut and he began to rise to the 128th floor of Janet's building.

No one else lived there. She owned it all.

In fact, she had commissioned it.

Twelve billion dollars for a single building. Five billion for "regular architecture", then an extra seven billion dollars to make it impervious to all manner of noise and disturbance.

One million sex-starved stallions could be let loose inside that place to fuck and breed one million mares and the rest of the outside world would be none the wiser.

That stupendous piece of extravagant self-indulgence could survive a 12-point earthquake without a single crystal creaking inside.

Not that this mattered much for Ms. Van Beckham, whose 800-billion-dollar fortune needed to be put to use... somehow!

The stallion gulped as he rose through the 100th floor. That woman was intimidating. She had been so since the very first day they met, when she seduced him, or rather, fucked him on the spot and almost—almost!—broke him…

"Damn."

... but he had the impression she was getting stronger with time, as if the decades only made her bones stronger, her muscles thicker, and her womb hungrier for his (and so many others') seed!

"That woman is a fucking machine."

Each time they fucked, he wondered if the next time would be the one she would finally, finally break him!

"Bullshit, man." He told himself, slapping his chiseled face lightly and prepping up his awesome muscles for the fuck marathon that was to come. "You got this hag in the bag! You're the world's most powerful stud! Its biggest Alpha male!!"

The 24yo grabbed a handful of his package to prove his point. The humongous bulge groaned as the oval, spherical shape of his fat balls bulged through his loose pants as well.

A package to impress horses and impale ladies.

Janet was the only woman who could take him. All of him!

"Uurhm!"

If anything, the young god was rather sex-starved as most women passed out with only a few inches of his super-humanly large breeder.

"Fuck! This is a horse!!" They shouted when they felt him, and not all with pleasure. In fact, most of them were with searing pain. "No! No!! Sorry, stud, but I c-can't...!" They gasped as they got another glimpse of the behemoth. "I can't do it, holy fuck!"

Even as they were pissing themselves with pleasure at the mere sight, let alone the smell, of the vigorous youth's penis, they valued their lives far too much to try and ride it.

"Damn it."

Only Janet could really do it.

Only Janet could really take him, and not only milk him, but drain it.

"God... damn it, this witch!"

Even Jason himself sometimes wondered if he wasn't too much of an absurdity. An aberration. A monstrosity even.

"Fucking stick I have in my pants, dawg."

Indeed. Even at its softest, his member was closer to the length of a horse than that of a common human: twenty-

Ding!

The elevator stopped. He had arrived.

Jason straightened himself up one last time before walking to the entrance of the devil's lair.

He could smell Janet already. "F-fuck, this pussy...!"

His towering height and bull-like muscles crumbled at the scent of the old woman brimming with tits, ass, and fertility.

His mind was assaulted by images like he was some horror protagonist being hypnotized and mind-jacked by some kind of terrifying, malignant alien device: he saw her face, her lips, her tits, her pussy…

"Fuck!"

... and it was like Janet already had her iron-hard pussy wrapped around his member, pumping him and milking to the limits of his balls, and when the bull least realized…

"Fuck!"

... he looked down and saw that he was half-hard already, and that his beast was already tearing through his pants, threatening to rip them from his legs before he even said "Hello" to his cougar.

"Goddamn it, man! Keep it together!"

This was Janet's 98th birthday, and by the looks of it, the goddess would rip his dick out before he managed to claim her womanhood.

"Jesus…"

Fearful, but resolute, the young stud walked to the door of her main apartment and, after minutes medicating, relaxing, and taming his meat, knocked on it.

Knock-knock-knock!

His giant fists were shaking as he knocked, and then they shook even harder when the heard the sultry voice coming from inside:

"Here he is! The first!"

Jason didn't think about her words or what they meant as he heard the wet, sexy steps of the goddess as she approached him.

Her breasts announced themselves before he saw them. Giant mammary glands humming and weaving with their weighty bounces: Bwoom... Bwoom... Bwooom…

"God... damn!"

Her thick thighs, rubbing together, drowned his mind in the images of her flesh squeezing his dick tightly and gripping his balls until every last ounce of their cum had been dumped into—or claimed by!—the cougar's womb.

"Holy shit, man. Don't! Don't get hard again!"

The supermassive buttocks of the goddess rumbled, clapped, and bounced just like her tits, but unlike these tits, they were harder, firmer, and more powerful with muscles.

More muscles in that white hag's ass that in the rear of a horse!

And muscles thicker and denser than the silicon of a world champion Brazilian slut!

"Damn!! Darn...!!"

Before Jason could relax his dick again, the door opened, and the world's most fertile cougar... no, the world's most fertile woman welcomed him with wide, shiny grim.

"Hello, sugar." She welcomed his dick next with her hands, grabbing it hard, and pulling the man into her breeding den. "Come now. Let's get started." She purred as she teased him: "You two will make for a nice enough appetizer before the real deal comes!"

And before Jason could think about this provocation too, he was inside Janet's pussy, screwing her for dear life, turned into a mindless animal who cared for nothing but breeding that tight-as-fuck 98-year-old pussy!

And pumping her womb full, oh, full of his kids again!