Help! I Got Knocked Up by a Loser Who Turned Into a Chad!

Gigi Potemkin

Help! I Got Knocked Up by a Loser Who Turned Into a Chad!

A Spectacular Hardcore Erotica About Giant Sizes, Muscles, Inflation, and Many More Forbidden Kinks!

Gigi Potemkin

2026

Help! I Got Knocked Up by a Loser Who Turned Into a Chad! A Spectacular Hardcore Erotica About Giant Sizes, Muscles, Inflation, and Many More Forbidden Kinks!

© 2026 Gigi Potemkin. Copyright by Gigi Potemkin.

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Part 1: A Chad’s Ascension

Chapter 1: Nothing and Everything

No one paid attention to Chad for much of high school. In many ways, he might as well have been completely invisible.

Neither popular nor hated, Chad was always… just there. Nerdy enough, awkward a bit, sure, but… meh. A great piece of nothing.

Chad didn’t seem to mind his isolation. In fact, he preferred it this way. He was sociable enough not to come across as a creep, but not much else.

Literally, no one knew he existed. Men greeted him a few times a year, and every time they thought it was the first time they’d seen him. When people asked what grade he was in, they were usually shocked to realize that he was in their class.

Invisible. Utterly invisible – but again, he seemed to like it this way.

Chad was neither bitter not joyous. Neither resentful not overly excited in any way. No one knew what hobbies he had and, well, no one knew he existed at all.

Physically, too, Chad was utterly unremarkable. A little short for a man, but not too short to draw attention to himself – and mockery from the girls.

Last time anyone bothered to check, he was 5’8’’, 5’9’’, something like that.

Thin and lanky, not very graceful, but also a total wreck of a human being, Chad played no sports and exceeded on no academic subject in specific.

If plain white bread was a human being, it probably would NOT be Chad, because plain white bread is usually actually very tasty and extremely popular on the markets.

Chad, on the other end, was nothing. Sheer nothing. He wasn’t even air: colorless, odorless, pure gas, because air is essential for living.

Chad was just… nobody. Nothing and no one in particular – and it was okay. It was alright. He liked it that way. And if he didn’t, well, no one would ever notice, and fewer people still would ever bother.

* * * * *

Stacy was everything.

At the youngest, tenderest age, she developed sexual characteristics that would put a grown-up, fully matured supermodel to shame.

It was actually a little concerning how early Stacy reached puberty, and how fully he developed as soon as puberty hit her like a freight train. If some kids need to be moved up grades because they’re too smart, Stacy had to be removed from many classes, even schools, because most people who came across her thought she was an adult sitting with preschoolers.

It was awkward. It was absurd. For Stacy, though, it was the beginning of heaven.

Now, one must be careful when describing Stacy at such young age because of pedophilia and whatnot, so the best roundabout way to convey what an enormity this woman was is by describing her, well, as soon as she turned eighteen.

It was the final year of high-school, the final months actually, and Stacy’s growth was finally slowing down a little.

From the earliest, most indecently young age, she developed her body and mind so fast that some scientists actually paid top dollar to study her, for her biological growth lay far beyond the edge of what anyone thought possible for a human being – or for a mammal!

As Stacy neared her 18^th birthday, though, her stupendous growth leveled out somewhat, and most people could see the woman for who she would be for the rest of her life: a 6’8’’, triple-Z-breasted, long-legged and hard-assed blonde supermodel who’d earn billions of dollars a year in whatever modeling career she chose to pursue.

For a high schooler, even one at the tail end of her grade, putting Stacy next to other girls was like having a fight between a roided up Alpha gorilla and a newborn kitten.

Hydrogen bomb and coughing babies, truly.

Stacy wasn’t just stunning. She was extremely smart to boot. Her IQ had been measured at north of 148, and given her generally reserved and studious ways, she could have her pick of any course in any university on the planet – but she, of course, being smart, chose easy money before anything else, and way, waaaay before she turned 18, Stacy was already pulling tens to hundreds of millions of dollars a year on several modeling gigs and premium “naughty” online accounts, causing a stir in whatever country she chose to debut her newest brand or account.

Stacy’s parent’s weren’t exactly happy with her choices, but they were mostly above morality themselves, being both outrageously rich and ridiculous handsome, the top genetic specimens of humanity, and as long as their daughter was being independent and free, yelp, all was good in life.

Stacy’s family had been rich since the 1200s, being nobility in all the Nordic countries, and eventually wealthy entrepreneurs and whatnot. Her parents alone accounted for some 12% of Norway’s GDP, decabillionaires, and Stacy, being their only offspring, knew she could expect an inheritance north of 18 billion USD or something.

She cared little for the money, of course, for she could apparate hundreds of millions with basically the snap of her fingers – or a careful snapshot of her feet.

Stacy was hot, hot, hot, HOT. Not merely the type of hot that molds generations and shape entire demographic cultures, like Marilyn Monroe or Gisele Budchen, but hot like… she-can’t-be-human kind of hot. Greek-goddess kind of hot.

And, to be fair, Aphrodite, Athena, Freya, and any fertility deity one could think of would ALL probably come short of the absolute, stupendous beauty (and sheer, mind-numbing eroticism) of Stacy even from waaaay before she turned 18.

Many years before becoming (legally) a woman, Stacy was already the most gorgeous female specimen humankind had ever produced, earning no small praise from even her mother, a successful supermodel-turned-businesswoman.

When she actually turned 18… well… fuck, she wasn’t a woman no more. Just a god. A goddess, truly.

In her uber-expensive private college, Stacy was the goddess-above-godhood itself; so insanely above her peers – of all peers, actually – that a full 40% of the female body (both students and teachers) just up and left when they couldn’t bear the presence of that demi-human, that half-god, half-human hybrid that, again, just could not be real!

The Laws of Physics seemed to reject her existence.

Stacy had the blondest, shiniest hair, fairest face, most massive, even burdensome pair of breasts, incredibly large, stocky, hard ass, microscopic waist contrasting Jessica-Rabbit-like expansive hips, and long long loooong muscular legs that were full of meat and shiny with her ever-juicy thighs, a pornographic cartoon woman made into a flesh-and-bone human being.

Yeah. Stacy was everything. She was such everything that she even knew about the existence of a certain Chad, just like she technically knew every name and face of every person in any environment she was in.

Her super brain, you see, scanned everyone and everything. She knew that Chad existed, but just like anyone who had ever come across that lad, that ghost of a man, her impression of him was… nothing. Just utterly muted.

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)

And that was everything that she bothered to “file” on him. This is literally everything that her brain made of him as soon as she caught a glimpse of that ghoul-like non-entity of a human being.

Chad existed – and that was it.

On with much more exciting people.

* * * * *

Stacy didn’t know them. Exciting people. Not actually, really, because a goddess like her could never actually be impressed with any human being, could she?

The top-of-the-top, ‘cream of the crop’ humans were all like regular people to her, and regular people were just… meh.

They were there, she guessed.

Shrug.

The biggest disappointment of her life was sex, though. You know, for a woman of her caliber, Stacy always thought sex would be the most out-of-body cosmic experience ever, only to come up short – every – single – time.

Stacy had standards, sure. The highest standards known to men. Short of a few, desperate exceptions, no man she’s ever “dated” (if you can call it that) was shorter than 6’4’’ (a midget in her eyes) or 6 inches.

She had her pick on literally every single guy in the world. She knew it, for the hottest movie stars, princes, and heirs offered to PAY HER for sex – and these guys were the ones any other woman on the planet would pay to have sex with.

Ten million dollars…

Twenty-five million dollars…

Fifty-seven million…

The highest bid Stacy ever got was from an Eastern European prince with exceptional pedigree, even more exceptional looks, 6’7’’, extremely muscular (and all natural), and a mouth-watering, jaw-breaking 12-inch veiny white monster cock – one of the biggest and juiciest Stacy had ever tasted.

She was tempted enough to give the guy a pass, but… nope. If Brad-Pitt-caliber womanizers had to pay her seven, eight figures for sex, she’d lend her pussy for free for no other guy – not even a delectable piece of hunk like this literal royalty.

Tall, dashing, blond, rich (and from a family that was rich for generation), and hung like a stallion. She still demanded payment for this piece of meat, and she was actually quite surprised when he did, in fact, decide to pay her.

158 million dollars was his offer. She accepted, sure, with a bit of suspicion actually (he was definitely a psycho who wanted to hack-and-slash her, she swore), and the pleasure he gave her was the highest and most frequent she had ever felt during sex. A lot of pleasure, yes, and maybe even “orgasms”, but she wouldn’t know it for sure.

Ultimately, she slept with him once and that was it. “Guy came like a horse, though,” she told her closest (rare) friends, recounting how he filled up his condom until it was as big as a tennis ball.

“You actually made him wear a condom??”

“Yes,” she said, and she actually rued having to say any more than this, for a goddess like her needed to explain her actions no further, but… sigh. Alas! Her friends were no goddesses, merely all-time supermodels, so Stacy growled impatiently when she explained to them her reasons: “He just didn’t feel like ‘it’. He didn’t feel right.”

She touched her slim, ultra-thin belly, and sighed, feeling her womb always hot, her eggs always desperate and frustrated for being so, so empty for so, soooo long.

“My womb is better than his dick.”

Before any of her “friends” murdered her out of jealousy, she hooked them up with said prince. He went on to marry five of her friends and get them all very well bred and thoroughly impregnated.

She was happy for them and rather proud of him. “He is impressive, don’t get me wrong,” she muttered to herself, sometimes, letting her thoughts flow through her thick, naturally scarlet red, strawberry lips.

The multi-billionaire prince got every one of his wives knocked up almost every year, and last time she checked on them, when she turned 18, he had planted four to five babies on each of their bellies. Twenty-four heirs, she heard he’d had, and the virility to keep making as many as her girlfriends were willing to bear.

“How the FUCK do you pass on a man like this??”

They told her, feeling victorious about their accomplishments, for they had kids and Stacy had none, and for all of Stacy’s superhuman looks, it seemed she was condemned to be a perpetual auntie, forever a cat-lady due to her extreme standards and such nonsense.

“This guy cums like a fire hose!” They rubbed their pregnant bellies when she checked on them again. “I feel my eggs being impregnated each time! Even his sperm is thick and chunky, like… eggnog or something!”

“Uhm, I know. I drank from his filled-up condom.”

“Girl, you don’t know what you’re missing on!”

But she knew.

Yeah. Stacy knew what she was missing on, but the problem was: the object she missed did not exist!

“Largest man I ever had was fourteen inches.”

She sighed, remembering having been left completely numb by that lad – and not because he fucked her so hard that, well, her insides went numb, but because she was soooo bored, and she had felt so little when she was penetrated!

“The thickest one was wrist-thick.” She raised her arm in before her eyes and saw her wrist, so long and delicate. “Thicker than my wrist. A baseball bat. Still…” She sighed. “Nothing. I felt nothing.”

The most virile man came a bit more than the prince: about a whole cup. She measured it. She drank his semen as he spurted it in her throat, and his 13-inch prick reached halfway down to her stomach, where she felt his thick, steamy load gathering in a large puddle (but small for her) in her delicate stomach.

“He was the thickest, richest semen I have ever drank, and his sperm were so potent I could feel them wiggling in my cheeks. Still…”

Nothing. Nothing.

She felt nothing from all these men, and she realized (with a bit of horror, indeed), that she might never actually feel anything with anyone – ever! And that this was the curse that perfect beings were forced to bear.

Irony of the gods. Heavens laughing at her.

“Oh, mother… daddy…” She cursed her parents in secret whenever they weren’t listening. “Why did you give such great genes???”

Great was an understatement, of course. The greatest understatement of all. Through no fault of her own, Stacy was condemned to a lifetime of anhedonia born out of her nearly-divine blood. She had unwittingly become the end point of human evolution, the uttermost ideal of a human female, and the highest peak of both aesthetics and intelligence in the feminine form.

20,000 years of civilized human evolution had led to her. Every single spotless pairing of DNA during mating has resulted in her, and as the final result of this triumphant lineage, the victory of her evolutionary race, Stacy realized… she would race no more!

The race was over. She had hit a solid, brick wall.

At the turn of her 18^th birthday, Stacy realized, with a bit of cosmic horror and existential pain, that winning the genetic race meant the end of her genes.

She would get to feel no pleasure – ever.

She would never know what it was like to get an orgasm, let alone… LOVE!

She would never know what it felt like to get “butterflies” in her tummy or tingles in her pussy. Hell, she might never even get anything in her tummy at all, not even heirs from desperate sex after she’d given up all hope of finding an attractive mate.

“I’m so pretty…” She purred, biting her lip with a budding arousal for herself. “I’m so… flawless…”

Her pussy throbbed. Thinking and talking about herself was the only thing that ever got her going, so to speak.

“I might never get preggy. Literally impossible to be impregnated!”

Her womb was just too damn strong! Any other sperm… pfff! Just too damn feeble!

“DAMN, MOM AND DAD, FOR YOUR PERFECT, PERFECT GENES!”

She tried to punch a table, but she punched her tits instead, which were so big they easily overflowed into any table, and loads and loads of milk were sprayed from her tits, which were always full and fat and lactating.

“Damn it!”

Always milking for the kids she would never get, preparing her for a motherhood that would never come.

For the woman who had everything ended up with nothing in the end.

Chapter 2: 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 exist.

Well, not entirely.

You see, at around his 16^th 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 10^th 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 cherubs 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 deadlifter.

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 edge, 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, by the way, 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!!

Chapter 3: Son of a Steed

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

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

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

Daddy Chad had hundreds of children at this point. Not much time left to pay attention to any of them.

“Sorry, kid,” Chad remembered his father’s words. “But there’s a whole world out there I haven’t explored. Or fucked.”

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

Boom… Boom… Boom…

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Women spotted him.

Women wetted themselves.

Women dripped for him.

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

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

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

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

“Jesus, Dad…”

His junk got hard.

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

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

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

“Men were made to breed,” he often said with the biggest, dumbest grim on his face and two or three ladies in his arms, themselves purring, giggling, and rubbing their swollen bellies. Beautiful, pregnant mommies whom he had blessed with his seed.

“You will know it when you get of age. You will know it – and then you’ll never stop!” He gloated, he laughed, and then he went on to fuck those ladies like they weren’t even pregnant, but instead in deep, urgent need of his seed.

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

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

“I guess I did skip those genes.”

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

Like a ghost. Or air, but completely unessential.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even though he had hundreds of kids at this point, they were all well-off and without want or need, and not even Chad, the runt of the litter, went unspoiled or unprotected.

“Whatever you need, kid, I’ll be there for you. In spirit or wallet, if not money.”

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

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

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

He carried on and on until 16. That’s when puberty hit him. That’s when puberty crashed upon him like a meteor extinguishing the dinosaurs.

“Oh. Oh, no!”

He lived his quaint little life until he was 16… and after that, life did an 180 on him, and if he wasn’t once dying of cold, now he would be dying of heat.

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

Chad was actually scared by how fast he was growing. It wasn’t even, like, “growth”, but more like… mutation.

“Did a nuclear plant just blow up and messed up my genes with radiation?” Chad wondered, seeing his bone structure change to give him an aggressive, diamond-cutting jawline, his skin smooth and shine, his shoulders widen, his biceps bulge…

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

“Holy mother…!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chad look down, staring at the mountain of muscles that his torso had become, and uttered simply: “Stacy.”

He looked up, back at his father’s eyes, and uttered that name that seemed to change the very air and weather around them:

“There’s Stacy.”

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

Same old, same old.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

STACY!

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

“I don’t think I follow, son.”

He explained to his father everything that happened, and after a couple of beers and a few laughs more, his father goaded him with the obvious solution:

“Well there, son, I think you’ve got your answer now. This bitch want your s-”

“Father, please.”

“Oh, sorry, sorry.” He laughed. “This lady wants your seed. Go give it to her. I’d usually say something like ‘It’s okay, kid, you’ve got dibs on her. I’ll let you take her just this once over your old man,’ but…”

He chuckled and chuckled.

“I gotta admit, I don’t think ‘dibs’ or ‘no dibs’ matter anymore. You’re one piece of hunk, I’ll tell you as much, as if this lady, this Stacy gal was made to choose between you and me…”

He clicked his tongue, looked away from the kid as if wanting to avoid him, and then, with a sigh, confessed:

“I think she’d pick you any time. Every time.” He clicked his tongue again. “Son, you’re barely 18 yet, and you’ve already got me beat. You already surpassed me, son, and… damn! I can’t help to be proud, kid. Proud of both you and me.”

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

“I can’t be blamed, can’t I? I’m a stud. A real stud. Of all men on this Earth, only I can be called that: a bull, a stud. Straight up a breeding animal!”

Chuckles, chuckles, chuckles.

“And my seed has studded a handsome fellow like you. A superior stud. Bigger and stronger and manlier in every manner and way imaginable. I’m proud, yes. Proud as fuck that a piece of man like you has come out of my sack.”

“And mother’s womb.”

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

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

“Anything you’re afraid of?”

“I guess… I’m inexperienced.”

“You gotta get experience somehow.”

“Still…”

“Just go, son,” his father tapped him on his back. “Just go and let nature do its trick. Trust me: no matter how awkwardly you act, she’ll get you. She’ll kneel for you, son, ‘cause this is simply the kind of man you are now.”

He laughed and laughed and…

“You’re my offspring, kid, and there’s no lady who turn her back – or closer her legs – to us.”

Chad remained somber.

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

“It’s time.”

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

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

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

Nah. He didn’t want to cause a stir.

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

His heart pounded a little harder than usual.

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

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

Nope. That wasn’t it.

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

Nope, you dope ass. Still not it.

I’m going to… I’m going to…

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

I’m going to… I’m going to…

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

“W-we’re here, uh, sir!”

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

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

“Yep, pretty much. Thank you, sir.”

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

Chad had grown to appreciate this, take pleasure on it.

Hell, yeah, bitches! He grinned softly to himself, working on his cockiness and braggadocio. I am the god here!

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

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

I’m going to… I’m going to…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The stud smelled something in the air. Pussy.

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

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

Pussy. He smelled pussy. In his cabin.

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

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

What the fuck…?

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

This would have been a wild overstretch of logic and imagination to anyone else, but for Chad, it was just logical.

Some bitch must have smelled my scent there. I can’t help it, I guess.

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

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

His junk throbbed loudly, guiding him through the woods like a magnet to the metal.

Well, that’s awkward. I guess I can have a little snack before I shoot my shot with Stacy, eh?

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

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

“I’m going to FUCK Stacy!”

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

Yes. Yes: he was going to fuck Stacy.

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

Fuck her. Fuck her.

Fuck. Fuck. BREED.

He stopped by the front door and almost shed a tear from the intensity of that smell. It was so thick he could almost see it, like a color gas in the air.

“Holy shit, what the fuck is this pussy?”

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

Creeeeak…!!

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

“It’s open?” The giant 18yo stallion took a step back, preparing for the worse. “Never mind. No crazy chick will distract. No petty thief would stop me.” He took a deep breath and prepared to go in. “I’m going to fuck Stacy!” He hyped himself up. It was a little sad that a man like him even needed that, but whatever, he did it anyway: “I’m going to fuck Stacy! I am going to fuck Stacy!”

And then, loud as thunder, he roared:

“I am going to FUCK Stacy, damn it!”

Chad pushed the rest of the door in.

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

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

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

Tits. And legs. And ass…

Holy shit, that ass…!!!

Chad froze where he stood.

The other woman remained frozen as well.

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

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

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

“Stacy?!!”

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

Chapter 4: The Goddess of All Women

Stacy locked her room and got to bed. She didn’t even care about arranging a birthday party. Nay. Her eighteenth-year celebration would be the same as it’s been for the past few months:

“Sex!”

On her phone, there was the picture of a man. The sexiest man alive.

“Chad!”

It wasn’t Chad, but his dad, but Stacy didn’t know that. She wasn’t really sure, that is, and the months of search had proven fruitless.

She couldn’t know whether it was Chad or his dad or whatever, but she knew only one thing – the only thing that mattered:

“Fuck… what a beast!”

That was the biggest man she had ever seen. His muscles, his height, his bulge…!

The moment she first laid eyes on that piece of meat, her pussy swelled and wetted like never before. Her ovaries throbbed and fattened, and she felt her womb literally enlarging and pushing itself against her skin, bulging under her tummy.

“God… my god… I need to cum!”

Thus, with the picture of that man, that animal, that beast in her phone, Stacy got to bed and got to work!

Again. For the 30^th time that month. Or that week.

She didn’t know. She couldn’t count. She had lost track of time, probably even space.

The excess of orgasms was getting over her head.

She was cumming and cumming and cumming…

* * * * *

Stacy spent a few months trying to track down the so-called Chad to no avail.

“God, does this boy even exist?”

She researched him, and paid others to do the research for her (when she couldn’t do it herself), but very little came up, and the only progress she ever made only happened during her first steps, when she hacked into the school system and looked for that boy, that man, that HUNK whom she knew studied with her – in her very damn class, no less.

“Now, where are you?”

She found it, alright. Only thing was: she didn’t find much else.

She didn’t know it back then, but there wasn’t anything to find. Chad was a ghost both in person and track record. An Unabomber with flawless genes and a 20-inch cock.

Still, there was a lead.

“Who’s paying for all his stuff?”

She looked for the school payments, the enrollment registry, everything.

Tracking down Chad’s benefactor was the beginning of the hard parts of her research. Whoever was paying for his stuff was smart and knew how to create layers upon layers of legal and financial obfuscation.

“Another LLC. Damn! How many shadow companies does this guy keep hiding under??”

If nothing else, Stacy felt a titillation in her heart, if not her pussy, when she suspected she might have been dealing with forces far stronger than those of a common man, a random commoner, you know, “one of the people” and all that.

“He’s hung. That boy, I mean.” She bit her lip and purred as she researched. “He’s big and hung and strong and all the good things in life. His genetics are flawless… just like mine!” She giggled. “No random nobody can inherit such good genes. Only royalty can. Natural-born superiors. This guy… he did no come from just any random sack. No. His parents must be rich, and they’re shielding him somehow, saving him, I guess, for proper breeding.”

Stacy didn’t realize what she said or how she talked, how she mumbled to herself, for the memory of Chad by the lake hijacked her brain, hacked her soul just like she was hacking banking system and government agencies, and took down all the moral and ethical restraints that (usually) gave folks of her stature *some* shame when dealing with her inferiors.

Stacy was a goddess. A superior woman. She was the heiress of the finest blood, literally the best genetic code found in White people and the dwellers of Northern Europa since time immemorial, and she stood above all other humans like a beast next to a kitten. You know, a goddess next to mortals.

It was proper of her class to show some demure and at least try and attempt to fake some humility and all.

For the most part, she was capable of doing it – but again, the sighting of Chad had made scrambled eggs out of her brain, and the first thing that was taken down, that was erased from her, was precisely that which was the most artificial and forced in a person – a superior human! – like her: manners. Humility. Servility!

“Damn…”

Stacy searched and searched and searched.

After three months of searching, she eventually found a few more leads. She cracked the code of some bank accounts and followed the lead to some obscure shadow companies here and there; she hired a legal team to assist her untangling the byzantine paperwork that shielded these companies, LLCs, and NGOs from scrutiny, and commissioned and a few private intelligence agencies to help track down the man himself – the folks who owned these shadowy corporate entities.

“I will find you! I sweat it, Chad, I will find you – and I will breed you!!”

Stacy searched and searched and searched and…

Long story short, she did not find Chad – but she did find his dad.

She didn’t know she was his dad. She wasn’t even sure they were related in any way, legally speaking, but as soon as she saw that man, she realized she didn’t need it. Any proof, that is. No paperwork and whatever.

She knew he was the one.

“Holy f-”

Of Chad’s dad, Stacy found only one thing: a picture. One image randomly scattered online that Chad’s dad had forgotten to have erased.

She found a picture of a huge, muscular man taller than the trees, about 6’8’’ by her estimation, clad in muscles that bulged out aggressively through his tight, black shirt… and a bulge! The most phenomenal bulge she had seen on a male… since Chad on the lake.

“Holy s-!”

Yeah. She found a picture of Chad’s dad online, and this picture changed everything for her.

She was sure that the man she saw in that picture was smaller than the man she had seen briefly by the lake, though the man looked older, much rougher and more developed, and his bulge, though jaw-dropping, was a little less insane or intimidating.

“It’s soft, yet it goes down to the knee!”

She drooled watching that fat snaked tucked inside the man’s jeans, flowing down to one his knees, and the shape of his enormous balls tightened between his thighs, halfway to his knees. Damn, those balls! They were so fat she could see them while they hid behind the man’s dick.

“Good god…!”

That was the second most inhumanly hung male she had ever witnessed, and naturally, she sensed he was related to Chad in some way – but she didn’t care about it, no, she didn’t care about anything at all, and instead, she just… dripped. And wetted herself. And the fire and heat spreading out from her pussy, taking over her body, and making her tits lactate while her pussy disgorged mad juices on her seat and made the entire room stink of womanhood.

“Oooooh…”

Her womb throbbed with her heart. She was in heat.

She was out of her cycle, and yet, she was in heat.

That picture put her in heat. That man made her wet instantly.

“I need… to get his seed!”

She laughed when she heard herself.

“Fuck!”

Yep. That man had changed her biology. It affected her like only one man before had – Chad by the lake.

“And it’s still small…!” She gasped, looking at that image on the screen. “Like, this guy is still smaller than that… that… that animal I saw on the lake!”

Indeed. Somehow, that older, rougher, more well-developed gentlemen sported a somewhat smaller dick.

“Holy s-!”

Didn’t matter. His body or bulge weren’t even the most erotic thing in the image.

No. The most pornographic thing there was his company: two ladies in his arm and one on his feet, laying down on her side, on the ground, while smiling and posing for the camera.

There were three women with him. Pregnant. Their bellies swollen and stuffed with his babies.

“Oh, fuck! What a blessing!”

That stud had impregnated those three women. They were his and only his. His powerful semen had entered their wombs, cracked their eggs, and blessed them with multiple children each.

Their tummies were swollen, swollen! Big and hard and swollen! They were tall women, excessively busty, and even them, their bellies were… too swollen!

“Holy damn!”

Stacy knew he had impregnated those women with more than one child each. She looked at his bulge, then looked at the women. Of course! There was no way in hell such a penis could pump fewer than two kids per womb. He was just too powerful!

Stacy looked at his balls, at the round, oval shape of his bulging eggs, and confirmed that the daddy’s sperm was, indeed, too powerful. Too strong!

“He must knock babies up left and right,” he purred while blushing, getting so damn hot, and reclining on her seat to finger herself to that man. “If he squirted his seed inside of me, I’d get preggers with twins. That’s for sure!”

Stacy moaned, groaned, and tugged her giant breasts with her delicate hands as her curves expanded, and she began to get really, really hard, the heat getting to her head and making her cry for seed, moan like a cow in search of her breeding bull:

“If he… stuck his humongous dick inside of me… stretched me up really full…”

She dripped. She dripped. She dripped.

“… and ejaculated this huge… potent load of his…” She gasped. “I would get pregnant. Fuck, I would get pregnant, finally! Even if I was on a pill, ‘cause… his semen is just too powerful!!”

Drip. Drip. Drip.

“He would knock me up and… I would carry three of his kids at once! Four maybe! Probably five…!”

Stacy fingered herself to oblivion.

It was the beginning of her torment, a long sexual torture that probably would have no end!

* * * * *

Stacy hadn’t even noticed her 18^th birthday come and go as she locked herself in her room yet again, one more time, and took her phone with the picture of that man – Chad’s dad or some relative – to masturbate.

She didn’t know if this was the first time she did it – or the 200^th!

She couldn’t know. Time itself had become a mess in those past few weeks, with the same scene happening over and over again in her life, the same locking herself up in her bedroom, going to bed, and then fingering her pussy to oblivion until she was howling to the moon, crying her heart out, and squirting herself into a fainting sleep.

The past few months have been like this: fingering and fingering and squirting her heart out, blasting every wall and surface of her manor with her pussy cum.

“Oh, fuck!”

Stacy got to bed and got to working. She made herself comfortable in her large bed, sure that she would get no distractions.

She lived alone, after all. Her parents were content with just letting her be. She hadn’t seen them in months, really. Off they were, somewhere else in the world, having sex, enjoying life, and being rich, beautiful people.

She preferred it this way. Her sexuality could not really flourished if her parents stayed up her neck, oppressing her with their own outrageous sex.

She lived alone, therefore, and she had the whole manor – as well as countless other mansions all over the planet – all for herself.

She got to her made and made herself cozy. She took the phone, and the image wasn’t yet there.

Her heart throbbed. It palpitated in a way she rarely felt it. “Like my first time seeing a really handsome boy.”

A sexually attractive hunk!

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the image.

Her pussy moistened immediately. She felt the waves of its throbbing running across her body.

She wore a very simple, sexy pink outfit: a two-piece silk pajamas with one piece covering her immense breasts and another covering her sex and colossal, African-sized ass.

They were the largest size available, and of course, they were almost uncomfortably tight on her body.

They became much tighter as her breasts engorged, her ass expanded, and her pussy disgorged ounces of thick, sticky lubes on her bottom-piece.

“Oh, god…!”

Stacy looked at that image for one second, and already her transformation was underway, her body making itself primed for breeding, warming up, blushing, and changing in the throes of her heat.

“Damn…!”

No man had made her feel like this – and that man, the one she saw on the screen, wasn’t even the biggest man ever.

“Holy s-”

He was small. Still small compared to the unimaginable hunk she had seen – she swore she had seen!! – by the lake, so long ago.

“Chad…!!”

Whether that man on the picture was Chad or not, some relative or not… fuck if she cared.

She was hot. She was in heat. And she wanted to CUM!

Stacy breathed loudly as her pussy flooded the bed. She was insanely wet already.

“God, what a stud…”

She looked at the picture and those three beautiful women, supermodels all, movie stars and hot babes.

Quality women. The type of women that only the top 1% of 1% of men could get.

Stacy recognized and respected their beauty, for she was the ultimate babe herself, even though she mopped the floor with them with terms of looks (and even more so in intellect).

The finest of studs would go through their lives without laying a finger on a single one of those babes. Chad’s father had laid with three of them and gotten them swollen pregnant with his seed.

“Jesus… almighty…!’

Stacy fingered herself. She moaned with the sound of her juices slipping and splashing through her fingers. She soaked her bed with her wetness, and her breasts added more juice to that soup.

Her breasts roared. She felt them trembling, shaking against the soft fabric of her top. Her nipples hardened, and through the many pores of their shower heads, the cream came out frothing:

Schlipt! Schlipt! Schlurpt!

Stacy moaned louder and breathed faster, sometimes choking on her breath.

“Oooowwuum…!!”

She held the phone with one hand and masturbated her tits with another. The milk poured out more violently, making a loud gush:

Spluuuursh!!

The top of her pajamas got glued to her skin, and then it was stretched! Stretched and stretched and stretched further, painfully with the expansion of her giant tits – because Stacy’s tits, already the largest in the world at 18 on natural, regular conditions, ZZZ-sized juggernauts full of fat and frothing with milk became even harder, even fatter, even bigger whenever she was aroused… which was very rarely, indeed, as the goddess was rarely impressed by any other male.

“Dear… god!!”

Now, however, her breasts crushed her chest and made her sink deeper and deeper into the soft bed, which creaked and cracked as she lowered her hand with the phone to her pussy.

“Oh, god! God!! F-fuck…!!”

Stacy hated fingering herself like this, ‘cause this meant she couldn’t look at the picture.

“Damn it!!”

She could have it printed, maybe, but the lass was too hot and bothered to be bothered with this. She just fingered herself and squirted her juices on the phone screen while the Alpha male in the pictures smiled for her – and her pussy.

“Fuck me, Chad! Fuck my sweet… tight… wet pussy and pump it with your babies!”

She imagined the giant hunk fucking her, his muscles flexing and bulging as he thrust his gigantic, mammoth dick in her womb.

“Ooohmm!! My pussy is big, Chad!! My pussy can take it!!”

The milk from her breasts spilled over to the bed. Her pajamas were soaked, and her belly button was filled up with the threads of cream that streamed down from the mountains of her tits.

She looked at the picture again. The size of the man made her orgasm:

“AAAHHH…!!”

She squirted hard. Big, thick blast of squirt showering from her pussy!

Stacy came like a geyser, so hard that she splashed herself with the messy jets. She sprinkled pussy cum on the ceiling and walls, like a big explosion from a water balloon, and she tasted herself in her insanely thick, red lips as she moaned, purred, and gagged ever harder, imagining her body being oppressed and crushed by the countless muscles of that human stallion.

“D-dear god… you’re so fucking big!!!”

The size of men excited her. She always dreamed of being fucked by men at least as big as horses, but such men did not exist, and any man who came the closest still came out woefully short.

That man, though… that man on the screen…

“Yes! Yes! Yesss!!”

That man was huge. Really huge. Not as huge as a horse, but fat huger than any other man she had man.

And the shocker was… he still wasn’t the biggest man. “CHAD!!”

He still didn’t come close to that unbelievable piece of hunk she had seen by the lake.

“CHAD, MY GOD!! MY STUD!! FUCKING BREED ME!!!”

The memory of Chad triggered another violent orgasm in her, one that made not just her pussy, but her tits squirt as well.

“AAAHH!!”

Her pussy blasted the room with another super messy jet.

Her breasts rumbled, shaking like bombs about to go off, and almost ripped the top off her chest with the strong explosion of milk, so hard that it sounded like…

Gluursh! Gluursh! Gluursh!! Guush!!

Two little lakes of milk were formed around Jessica, one on each side of her shoulders, and her pussy blasted off steamy juices as she sunk the panties (or panties-like bottom of her pajamas) into her devouring vulva and fingered herself to oblivion.

“AAAHH!! FUUUUUCK!!!”

Time ran by. The bedroom collapsed around her as her senses were messed up and the goddess drilled orgasm after orgasm from her pussy.

When Stacy stopped cumming so hard, descending from those orgasms, she realized one hour, maybe one hour and a half had passed, and the bed was soaking wet!

“Damn!”

Her pussy juice dripped from the ceiling. She saw every wall blasted with her pussy juice, if only a little in some corners. The stuff on her room, the toys and computers and all, were dripping with her juice also.

There was a big, white puddle around her torso, soaking the bed, building a big lake in that sunken part of the mattress under the tyrannical weight of her ultra-massive tits, and Stacy liked to image it was Chad’s cum; pure, condensed, thick breeding cum extracted straight from the penis of a 10-million-dollar stud, but it wasn’t – though it *was* pure, yes, and thick and condensed, far more than any other male’s semen.

“My breast milk…”

Her heart was pounding as her limbs were shaking and her head was flying dizzily everywhere, and she felt so, so unwell, almost sink with the aftershocks of those brutal orgasms.

“Damn!!”

Her breasts continued to spill over milk. Her pussy was gushing, gushing still! What took a regular woman lots of make-out and skill to squirt, Stacy squirted out like nothing, as mere aftershocks of her “main” orgasms.

“Fuck!”

Granted, she rarely achieved orgasms this big. Again: she was rarely pleased with any other man. It took only the most extreme, over-the-top cartoons and hentai to drive her to orgasms only 1/10th as good.

“Jesus, Chad…!”

Faint steam rose from her perfect body. Her tender white skin, always with a beautiful, healthy tint of pink and gold, was now red, red, red! Steamy hot red as if the woman was a piece of metal right out of a furnace!

“Damn…!”

Her phone was soaked with her cum. Sticky!

Her pussy cum was thick as glue. Sweet as well. Sometimes, feeling naughty, Stacy went a few days drinking and feeding on only the fluids and lubes from her pussy.

“It’s just… so good!”

Her pussy cum was literally ambrosia, and her body was such a monument to fertility that people could literally live off its fluids in perpetuity!

“My cum… is so delicious!”

And sticky and shiny like premium gel!

This time, though, she cared not to eat it as she looked at the phone again, which was (thankfully) impervious to water – or pussy fluids.

“Oh, fuck…!”

Her breasts, which just a moment ago had been sagging and getting soft a little, became hard and erect again, spilling out more ounces of milk as her vulva “flexed” and hardened and another big load of cum emerged from her heated womb.

“God!! Uuuurrhmmm!!!!”

She came and came and came.

The sight of that stallion, that super-muscular, dashing stud made her orgasm again.

“A human beast!”

She came at the thought of that human using his body and penis just like farmers used their stallions: absentmindedly breeding mare after mare, with no love or care, just pumping them full of hot, boiling sauce and breeding their eggs with ultra-viable, super-healthy kids.

“Jesus!!”

She gave another look at the picture to flame the fires of her imagination, like literally gushing air into a fireplace, and then she went back to fingering herself and stimulating her massive melons as her howls rose again, louder and longer and so much more intense.

“Daaaaamn…!!!”

The image of those three beautiful bellies swollen with strong stud children!

Her fingers made loud splishes and splashes as she battered her cunt voraciously and howled:

“oooOOOUUUhhhmm-GOD!!!”

Three tall, busty, blond, white women with supermodel looks, top tier caliber well-fecundated and well-bred by the seed, the thick and hot semen of the world’s most competent, most viable male!

She squeezed her giant tits and produced ounces of thick, steamy cream with them.

“Jesus! God! God!! GOD!!!”

She was cumming already. She was always cumming. The only thing that mattered was the intense and length of her orgasms.

“HOLY FUC-!!!”

She got dizzy and sick. It wasn’t natural to cum so much, so hard, for so long – without a break!

“DAAAMN!!”

She ejaculated harder, hotter, blasting every wall of her place at the thought of the faces of those women: gorgeous faces, yes, some of the most beautiful she had ever seen… but also, happy! Utterly happy and satisfied in a way she never saw her own face, with smiles she hadn’t even seen on her own mother.

“HOLY SHIT!!!”

The expression of utter sexual satisfaction. The face of a bitch who had ascended to heaven!

Those three bitches had these faces, and they were as happy as one could be, yes, because they had been fecundated by such a stallion.

“HOLY S-!!!!”

The power of that man of slapping those faces with such an expression…!

Of printing heavenly happiness into the faces of the world’s most beautiful women…!

Ahh. This was the hottest thing.

“FUCK!!!!”

Stacy began to phase in and out of reality, back and forth from her consciousness as her bed frame gave in and she sunk ever deeper into it, almost drowning on the excess of her milk and pussy fluids.

Spliiiish!! Spliiiish!! Splaaaasshh!!

The place became a steamy mess as Stacy drove herself unconscious with orgasms.

Such a man…!

By god…! Such a stud!!

How could a man make three gorgeous women so happy?? Their bellies were so swollen! So big!

Stacy envied them – and pitied them as well. She knew she could have a much bigger belly, and also, she hated herself for not having it! For not having been bred by that man already!

How absurd! Who did those three inferior bitches thought they were to be bred by such a supreme stud? Didn’t they know that men like him belonged to her and only her?? The goddess of all women?!

“Holy… f-fucking shit… damn!! Damn!! DAAAMN!!!”

The hours pass, I don’t know how many, and Stacy squirted herself into a long and peaceful sleep.

* * * * *

She slept through the whole next day. That’s what she realized when she woke up, and dear sweet Jesus, her bedroom – once again – was a total mess! It was like a hurricane had gone through – and, in a way, it had.

Stacy was a panting, sweaty mess when she woke up, and it took her almost an hour to gather enough strength, recover her limbs, and get out of her wrecked, ruined bed.

“Gosh, this place is a swamp – again!”

Indeed. It was getting really awkward to explain it to the cleaning teams – but whatever, who cares, she was richer than GOD and she needed no explaining to anyone. If she ever explained herself or apologized, well, it’s just because she was a genuinely good and nice person.

Or, you know, as a nice as a multi-billionaire mega-boobed heiress with flawless Nordic genes could be. XD

Stacy paid no attention to her completely ruined bedroom or flooded floor (though it was difficult walking out of it thanks to the stickiness of her fluids, which she had ejaculated by the liter!), as that had been her strongest orgasm ever – easily!

The strongest sex she’d ever had… and it wasn’t even sex!

Nope, she needed to do something about it ASAP.

“I need to find this stud!” She licked her lips. “My little birthday gift!”

During her search, Stacy had found another thing:

“He lives here, I know. There are payments going to some place secluded enough, isolated enough, but…”

She couldn’t yet find it, but her little fingering session gave her the extra kick and determination to go looking for it.

Didn’t took her too long to find it, though. If she couldn’t pinpoint the exact address to all those monthly payments, she could hire a few intelligence agencies to scout the place in search of any suspicious cabins or hideouts.

“I know he wants privacy. Secrecy. I’m no different.’

It took her only a few weeks, but Stacy and her teams did eventually found the nice little cabin in the woods – not a cabin, again, but a two-store manor very well-hidden somewhere near the lake, on the exactly opposite of the shore where the town was situated.

“Ah-hah! Found you, you hung… beast!”

Stacy noted how she was sillier than usual, behaving ever more like a cute, innocent girl.

“It’s those orgasms! Fuuuck, I never ejaculated so hard!!”

She felt liberated, and upon approaching the secluded manor in the woods, she immediately knew that, yep, it belonged to her target.

“Chad!”

Her breasts grew. Her nipples hardened. They pierced through her shirt, and her pussy swelled and hardened as well, mirroring her tits and ass, throbbing and liquefying instantly at the mere whiff of that stallions’ scent!

“Hooooly sshhhh-!”

It smelled like horse in there.

It smelled like MAD.

“Stud!” Yep, yep. It smelled like Alpha stud. “This sure is the place where that hung animal lives!”

Stacy didn’t bother with propriety or respect or anything like this: she lock-picked the door herself, entered the manor, and immediately began to “bless it” with her squirt and her milk.

She couldn’t control herself, you see. The smell inside was too abrasive!

“Jesus GOD!! It’s like I have my face stuffed in this young bull’s crotch!!”

She shouted as she aggressively fingered herself with one hand and milked her giant tits with the other, her golden hair going wild and becoming a mess again as she ejaculated jet after jet on the floor, on the walls, and then from room to room, floor to floor, marking every inch of that room as her sexual territory.

“Come to me, stud!!”

Stacy wished she could have celebrated her 18^th birthday by nailing that horse, but alas, her birthday had come and gone. By the time she arrived at that cabin, that cottage, however you call it, she was a few weeks older than 18 (a hag, I know), and there she grew a few more weeks older as she waited, perhaps in vain, for her steed to return.

“Where are you, Chad?? Where are you… and your muscles… and your semen???”

Maddeningly, the bitch stayed there, day after day masturbating, smelling every nook and cranny of that place like it was a horse’s crotch, taking in the flavor of Chad’s cock and ball, the pungent scent of his salty semen, licking his giant, hairless balls in the air while she imagined them throbbing and pulsating with cow-exploding volumes of load…

“God! God! I need you, my god!! My… STUD!!”

… and waiting, yes. As usual, she kept waiting for his return. He was bound to come back someday, if only to pick up some things, arrange some business affairs, or… I don’t know. Reminisce about childhood or some shit like it.

“Come to me come to me come to me god PLEASE!!”

The days passed and turned to weeks.

The weeks passed and turned to months.

In time, Stacy’s excessive sniffing, cumming, and lactating had wiped out even Chad’s potent scent from the house, and she could no longer smell her horse, her bull of a breeding god, but instead only herself – “Aww!” – like she was all the way back in her ruined bedrooms. “Come on!”

Time passed, Stacy was, like, 18 years and a half old, maybe, and she stopped cumming daily after the scent of her stallion had worn off.

“My life is such misery!”

The only times when she brought herself to orgasms as when she pulled up that image again of Chad’s stallion dad, but for her sake of her sanity (and her pussy), she did so sparingly, only a couple of days a week.

“Cleaning up after me is always such a headache!”

Yep. Always took at least a whole day and a team of 100 people working for $500/h each!

Not that the cost made any difference to the belle, but… she just liked counting her money to show off. You know, it’s amazing being rich and hot!

“Such misery!”

It was one of the cool days, one of the calm days when she heard somebody coming to that house.

“Oh, god!” Stacy stood where she was, between the entry room and the living room of the cottage, when she heard that someone was coming close.

She froze like an animal. Deer-in-the-headlights kind of scenario.

“Oh… my… god…”

Outside the door, she heard the deepest, manliest voice ever:

“I’m going to FUCK Stacy, goddamn it!!”

Her nipples went erect. Her pussy bulged aggressively. Her thighs were stained, soaking wet. Her breasts engorged and ass got fat, fat, FAT!

Most notably, her womb grew three times the usual size, and her microscopic waist became a little thicker, a little more bloated as her ovaries inflated like ostrich eggs bulging on her sides.

“Oh… m-my!” She whimpered and squealed like a chipmunk, and then she saw the door being opened, only slightly pushed by the stallion’s cock. “C-Chad.”

She knew it was Chad, alright. How could she not? She didn’t need to see him to know it, of course not! She knew his scent, after all. She had spent months taking it in! Hosing every inch of that house with her breast milk and pussy cum, all thanks to the brutal reactions that very scent caused on her.

The door swung open. The stallion walked him.

Tum! Tum! Tum!

God, his steps…!! The entire room rumbled!!

The horse was in. Taller and bigger and hunkier than she ever expected any creature to be.

Bigger than his dad. Bigger, bigger, way bigger than GOD, and it almost caused her to black out instantly.

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

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

“Stacy?!!”

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

Chapter 5: Five-minute-long multiple squirting Os

Good god, he’s huge! I remembered having thought. My body was on complete lock down when I looked at that piece of hunk.

That man. That god.

Good god, he’s so fucking handsome!!

…

…

A lot of time must have passed before either of us said anything.

Whatever. I don’t care. I was happy. I had finally finally *finally* found my mate!

My, uh, husband.

*Giggles*

Look at me. I couldn’t even think about him as a lover, a date, a husband, ‘cause nope! He wasn’t. He was my sex thing first. My breeding bull. My stallion.

I NEVER thought about any other man like this. Other than his father, maybe, when I saw the picture of him, but… that was it.

He was an animal first and foremost, and it would take at least two or three more years of us two fucking daily until I started to think about him more romantically, less animalistically, more like a human and not a beast, more like a creature with heart and soul instead of just being… well, a creature.

A creature with the biggest cock on Earth and the biggest muscles.

I was swooning and blushing hard, getting redder all the time as I looked at him, and DEAR GOD, I actually had to turn my chin up! I actually had to move my head up and feel the back of my head hitting the back of my neck, my nape, to see him all the way up to his handsome, handsome face.

My body was on total emergency mode, as I said, completely lockdown, and my pussy was so fat! I felt my breasts rubbing against my shirt, pushing it out, stretching it hard, as they enlarge and grew and got fat, fat, fat with the milk that I felt coursing inside my veins, oh, my tubes…!

So hot! So fast! My milk was flowing so fast inside of me!

Two little dark spots grew on the shirt around my nipples.

I was panting and starting to steam, or so it felt in the moment, when that stallion took over my senses and, for the first time in my life, left me speechless.

None of us said a thing, though. I saw the tension in his body. He was still, frozen, but not too stiff. Oh, goodness! He looked so calm and suave even when totally heads over heels for me.

I could see him blushing a little. The blood rising to his face, flowing everywhere, making his muscles hot, pumping his body and readying him for sweet, sweet fecundation!

Bloorsh. Bloorsh. Bloorsh.

I heard his cock and the monster loads he produced in his testicles. Giant testicles. I looked at his crotch and almost DIED.

Can’t waste much time here describing exactly what happened and was happening to my body as soon as I saw his crotch, which had the clearest, most obscene bulge of a penis down the leg, tucked in the jeans, I had ever seen.

“Dear… god…” I finally said something, and the words left me naturally, ‘cause HOLY FUCKING SHIT, that boy was HUNG.

Like… hung.

That boy was hung, hung, hung, HUUUNG like a goddamned beast.

His penis was soft. It flowed like a snake down his right leg, crammed inside those sexy, tight jeans, past below his knee.

His soft penis went lower than his knees – and by many inches. My heart was dancing when I saw this, and my tongue rolled madly inside my mouth, sliding to-and-fro madly on my lips as I salivated for that thing and liquefied, like, I melted and was melting for that goddamned monster cock.

“Holy fucking shit…” I muttered again, very smoothly, and my body went stiff. Like, my head went up high, and for once, I didn’t feel so much shorter than that animal. “Hi.”

He didn’t answer. Not immediately.

He did answer, though, but it took him some time. Not much time though. I don’t remember much, but I remember his voice, so deep it almost made me orgasm, so strong it made the ground vibrate a little under my feet. He answered deep and confident, though I could sense that deliciousness weakness in it, that meekness of a boy who hadn’t yet had sex:

“Hi.”

Time passed, yes, and we were both fools and dumbstruck for each other, yeah, yeah, but eventually… oh. I realized I had to lead the charge – which I did, gladly and happily, ‘cause I really really really REALLY wanted that thing inside of me ASAP. It was a matter of national emergency! National security!!

“Hey, Chad.”

“Hi… Stacy.”

The air vibrated around us. Our massive hearts moved the earth. I felt the deep, potent throbs from his chest. I could literally see the delicate vibration of the air booming out from his chest. That enormous chest with a natural plate of muscles.

Dear god, the boy wasn’t just tall. He was BROAD. The V-shape of his torso was tremendous. Outrageous! Almost like a cartoon character!

I couldn’t believe how stupidly sexily handsome he was. It was like Aphrodite had handcrafted the perfect lover for me.

Well, Aphrodite herself would have gone insane before finishing that statue of a man, ‘cause she would have fallen deeply, madly in love with him, and there’s no way a goddess like her would offer a mortal like me anything so beautiful. She would have jealously guarded and protected it, and seeing that creation, that piece of a MAN on any other woman’s arms would have been enough to make such a woman her mortal enemy.

Gods and mortals and. Greek tragedies, am I right? But I’m digressing. I’m speaking stupid, ‘cause I am stupid, and part of my brain melted through my nose after I saw that stupid, stupid, stupid piece of hunk, that man so unimaginably handsome that I…

…

…

Anyway.

His face was perfect. A total chad. *Chuckles* Truly made justice to his name. Insane jawline, flawless bone structure, big pitch-black eyes, and flawless smooth skin.

His hair was smooth, but wild. Total rock star! His hair was kind of long, going down to his shoulders, but not all the way down, you know? It stayed a few inches above his shoulders.

I wanted to run my hands over that air, that face… so I did.

My breasts made a very loud sound, almost like a roar, when I pressed them against the iron chest plate of his pectoral muscles.

I saw the blood boiling on his face and felt the snake awakening in his pants, twitching uncontrollably, so mad with lust, and… god! The power of that snake was intimidating! I felt its heat! Literally felt the waves of power that boomed from it as it throbbed!

Still, I was surprisingly cool with him. I didn’t go as mad as I thought I would have, and the same happened to him. Like, he was cool with me as well, and though his muscles went incredibly hard, like, they went from iron-hard to titanium-solid when I pressed my body against him, he didn’t go crazy or hyperventilate or blacked out or anything.

We were both… cool. Surprisingly cool with one another, like we had been waiting for that moment out whole lives, and not this was it! It had arrived, and…

…

…

It was like we already knew each other for years.

And we did. Like, we had, though we didn’t pay attention to it before.

I squeezed my boobs against his chest and felt the milk flowing a little. Gushing through my nips. Staining my shirt and gluing it to the sexy black shirt he wore.

I dipped my fingers in his hair and got my hands lost in them. I purred as I caressed his hair and his calm and laid warm kisses on his face, his chiseled jaw, and Chad acted like a natural, laying one huge hand on my butt and another arm around my waist.

My womb bulged against his abs. It throbbed against his hard belly, and I knew it had an effect on his penis, which throbbed and engorged almost uncontrollably in his tight jeans, rubbing my clit and making me moan.

“Keep your penis soft, hunk. I want to see every bit of you before I taste you. Before I eat you.”

I licked his ears and bit his earlobe. The stud made me moan, almost cry when he sank that huge, heavy hand on my left buttock and squeezed it… oh! He squeezed it with so much force and strength! Such power!

“God, you’re strong!”

I felt his other arm tightening around my waist, cracking my spine, threatening to split me in half like a toothpick.

“Careful, stud. You’re too powerful for me.”

The stud rubbed his handsome face on mine. I could see he was clearly, obvious stricken with me, but…

Fuck. I was tots in love for him too. The arousal, almost sexual madness, was very much mutual.

He rubbed that perfect nose on my cheeks, caressed me tenderly with his vast, meaty lips, kissed me slowly from the cheek to my redder, fat lips, and then pressed his mouth against mine, and I kept my mouth shut just so I could feel a bit of his mouth before allowing his tongue to prod me.

I closed my eyes and rolled them up. I didn’t want to have done this, but I did, ‘cause I was totally taken by his kiss, and dear god, his scent, his grip…!

The stud lowered both of his hands to my butt now, and he squeezed them mightily as he pressed my crotch against his, overwhelming my sex with his superior, muscular manhood. My heart was blowing up, an atomic bomb, and we both pressed and rubbed our lips together, tasting each other, savoring each other, before opening our mouths and starting to devour one another.

I opened my mouth first. I felt my lips melt as he skillfully prodded my tongue and my insides with that huge, powerful tongue of hiss. I kissed him back, but I felt my tongue was orgasming under his. My tongue was like a little kitten being laid by the bull that was his tongue.

His kiss was strong, mighty, and voracious, and soon, he had me moaning by sticking his tongue all the way to my throat, and I knew he could have fucked my throat raw with that horse cock of a tongue if he wanted to.

The saliva was a mess around our chests, dripping and sliming down with the loud, sloppy kisses, and the stallion squeezed my butt even harder, sinking his giant hands in my hard glutes until the muscle and the fat of said glutes overflowed over his hands like wet dough.

My ass and my breasts were the only features in my body that made his body look, if not small, “proportional.”

I had the biggest tits any man had ever seen. They were just big enough to take on him and made HIM feel like the lucky bastard in our relationship.

My ass was just the same, and it made even his gigantic hands feel… regular. Just the right size for my African-sized, rock-solid rear. Next to my titanic glutes, his hands became fearful, shy, respectful, but I knew they were having the time of their life basking on the glory of my meaty abundance, all that fat and muscle of my ass, like starving kittens having fallen in a bathtub of thick, creamy milk.

His hands were gorging themselves on my ass, and his pecs were growing against my boobs just like my boobs were growing and bulging against his, the milk becoming louder, thicker, creamier as I spilled it over more abundantly over his chest, and…

Oh, my. My shirt was getting sticky. My giant mega-tits were throbbing like hearts, like his very monster cock throbbing and now giving me small micro-doses of orgasms each time.

“Aah… aarh… arrh…!!”

I couldn’t control myself. I wrapped one leg around his, then raised it above his waist, rubbing my swollen pussy madly on his sex and triggering the first big O of the day:

“Aaaah…!!”

I clenched my fists around his neck, and my arms looked so short, feeble, and lost around those shoulders that went on forever and ever and ever and

I came.

I ejaculated hard.

I came!

“S-shit…!!”

My body got stiff and climbed on his with both legs around his waist as my pussy discharged sexual juices on his crotch. The bull embraced me tightly, even more tightly, that is, and he kissed me more delicately, less sexually as I rode orgasm after orgasm against that elephant bulge of his.

“Damn…!!”

My sight went all blurry. I had a fever. I felt like puking.

“Damn!!”

I came and I came and I came, and for five minutes I rode an ever-stronger orgasm which I feared would become a long-lasting chain that’d last for hours, far too strong and too soon!

“Jesus…!!”

I came and I came and I came. By the time I (thankfully) stopped coming, his pants and my skirt were soaked in my pussy cream, and a big puddle was formed around our feet.

“Fuck…!!”

I was panting and blushing and so damn hot and red, and my legs felt like wet noodles when I climbed down from his body. I was shivering and giggling when I tried to stand on my legs, struggling a little to find balance, and my eyes were still blurry, and my mind was everywhere!

I chuckled even harder when I looked at him and saw a little bit of pride in his face, but also a whole lot of innocence, like he was still just a kid, but… come on! Let’s not kid ourselves! He wasn’t kidding himself either: he was a stud, the ultimate stud, a hung god who had just driven the world’s HOTTEST WOMAN to a five-minute-long multiple squirting orgasm with nothing but his kiss and his bulge.

He was a living god – and he knew it.

He was a sex god – and he knew it.

He was a breeding machine – and he knew it.

No amount of virginity and innocence would blind him to these fairly self-evident truths, and after we stopped kissing and smooching, allowing ourselves some time to cool our bodies and gather our heads (mostly me), I purred on his face, my lips all the redder, and my face almost bloating with the excess of blood that bow BOILED all over my veins:

“Keep it soft, my hunk.”

I felt his penis aggressively fighting against his pants, about 25% hard, and coiling around, moving so hard like a living snake.

“I want to get a good look at you.”

I kissed him.

“See what a real man looks like. Naked.”

I kissed him.

“I want to see how big you are, how strong you are, how thick and girthy you are while soft, and then…”

I kissed. I kissed. I kissed him.

“I want to see how even bigger you get when you’re aroused, erect, and ready to plow hot, wet pussy.”

I walked away. I wore a mini skirt with red panties under it. My legs were in full view. He was awestruck my them. They glimmered and glittered with the abundant juices that continued to pour, sometimes squirt from my pussy.

“Come,” I said, watching his snake soften and get down, inside his pants, and I took him by his hand and led to him to the first comfortable piece of furniture I saw: a nice, massive sofa in the living room.

Chapter 6: Back Breeding the Busty Babe

Ass. Ass and tits.

All I could think about, all I could see, was ass and tits as Stacy took my arm and pulled me to the living room sofa.

I had her taste in my mouth. The taste of her. The thickness of her saliva, and the sweetness too!

Her breasts and ass were as loud as I remember when they jiggled. Louder, actually. She was somehow still more developed, more of a woman than I remembered just last year.

Ass. Ass and tits.

Her formidable body was balanced by a stupid thin waistline in the middle. Her belly was insanely narrow. Like a toothpick.

Damn. I could see her spine on her back, swaying and swinging as she moved. Her gigantic cheeks bobbed and clapped, making Clap! Clap!! Clap!! as she walked like a model.

A natural supermodel. A sexy fucking bitch.

I couldn’t control myself. I thought I would have bust the biggest load of my life by then, and damn right I wanted to, but things… were somehow much calmer than I expected they would be.

Something… something was going on inside my mind, all over my body.

Focus. I was locked in. My sights and my senses sharpened, and all I could see was ass and tits ass and tits as that woman pulled me over to my sofa.

Her scent was aggressive. It made my blood boil.

I was conscious of the deep, growling purrs of my breath. My muscles were growing. Bulging. Tearing through the fabric of my shirt, which became tighter with every step.

My giant cock was aching hard, and my testicles got heavier as I got fuller of semen.

“Breed… gotta breed…”

I uttered, and she heard it, yes, ‘cause the whole damn place vibrated a little with my deep ass voice, and I saw how both her ass and tits perked up when I uttered this.

“Oh, stud!”

I also saw the waves of pleasure that ran over her body, raising her hairs all over.

Her legs were long and thick. She had this incredible amount of meat in her. I hadn’t seen legs like those in a White chick. Only Brazilian chicks, super fit ones, or African babes with the genes in all the right places had legs so muscular and toned.

Her delicious thighs were shimmering with her juices. I felt her womb in my nose, the scent of her womanhood infecting me, infesting me, powering my blood until it rushed at great speeds to my balls.

Boom! Boom!

My testicles throbbed, big bastards, and for once, I started to feel a bit of pain carrying that massive donkey dick around, that god of manhood that gave me so much confidence and now filled me with a bit a shame.

“Urgh!”

Well, sure, not shame, but a whole lot of discomfort.

Her smell was sooo good, man!

I…

I don’t know what happened to me, but I walked faster behind her and grabbed her ass.

She squealed. Her body became hard, ever harder, there is, a few more gushes of sweet cum came from her pussy as I felt them sprinkling on my hands and wetting her ass even more delicious.

“No. No, stud.” She slapped my wrist, but what could she do against it? “Come. Let’s… uh…”

Her words were trailing off. Bitch was mad in heat.

“Let’s… uh… slow… not now, stud. First, I need to see…”

I grabbed her from behind and made her squeal.

I wrapped one arm around her waist and grabbed her giant breasts.

“Oh, god… what… what are you doing??”

She couldn’t speak amid the plenty of moans. I crushed her tight against my iron frame and squeeze her buttocks with my other hand.

She squealed. I could feel the tears dripping on my forearm as she panted, breathed very hard, and became even redder, like a tomato.

I took her from behind and kissed her. I kissed her and devoured her long, delicious necks while feasting on her giant tits and massive ass with my hands.

The fat all over her, man! The giant masses of her breasts! The enormous folds of her hard buttocks! Her flesh devoured my hands as I grabbed them and fondled them, and as I grabbed them harder, they enveloped my forearms as well.

“Brute!” She squealed, but she was dripping for me. Gushing for me. Her pussy throbbed loud, and every throb carried a Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

I heard her jets of pussy cream hitting the ground, building a puddle.

I slipped my hand in the crack of her ass and stuck my thumb on her ass hole while rubbing her crazy fat pussy mounds with my long fingers.

“Oh, god… Chad… Chad… what the fuck…!!”

She moaned. She moaned longer. Long and long and loooonger as I fondled her.

She was right. What the fuck, man. I was never like this, but…

…

…

I don’t know. I don’t give a damn. I had that bitch in my arms and… I would devour her.

I didn’t know it back them, I wasn’t rational enough to know it, but I was becoming a man, turning into the beast of sex and fecundation that my father was – only that I was much bigger and more powerful than my dad, and as such, that would would be bred much more thoroughly and brutally than my father had ever bred any woman. Included my mother.

I grunted. I almost roared. Her feet left the floor as I pulled her up and almost cracked her pretty bones with the strength of my colossal arms, whose muscles were tearing through the sleeves like I was a werewolf mid-transformation.

“Oh, Chad… Chad… Chad…!!”

Her breath was insane. Her heart was beating 400 times a second.

I pulled her up and marked her body with my mouth, slipping my fingers ever deeper into her pussy, making her squirt and triggering an orgasm on the spot.

“Aaarrghh-aaaarrhh…!”

She came. A powerful one.

Her pussy “bit” my fingers, then blasted them with juice:

Spliiiiiiiirssssshhh…!!!

She was one hell of a squirter. A goddamned fire hose! I saw her juices splashing on the ground as her tits grew around my hand and exploded with milk.

Gush! Gush! Gush!!

Now, what the fuck, those were truly guzzling tits! Literally tits guzzling milk, and they were fat and large, like… holy shit, they were almost ugly, too fucking big for her fucking body, but I adored them, and the pressure of those tits in my hands made me milk them just like a cow.

“Oh, aaahh!! Aaaaoooohh!!”

And the bitch was crying and panting and howling in my arms as her feet dangled helplessly over the ground.

Her pussy gushed load after load of juices, and never stopped gushing! The sprays were hot and powerful, and I controlled them with my fingers, shit, as easily as flipping a switch.

“I can’t… Chad… it’s too much…!!”

The bitch was speaking in tongues as I continued to devour her, eating her neck and biting her earlobes, biting and pulling those delicious fleshly tips of her ears, and I uttered with my deep voice, making it deeper to strike even deeper into her womb:

“You are my woman now. You will cum as I command you.”

She screamed. She could barely speak anymore as the flood of her juices grew markedly, and my fingers made a loud noise as I fingered her more intensely while keeping my thumb up her ass, stimulating her until…

“CHAD!!!”

I kid you not: the woman shot loads like a machine gun! Big, strong bursts of cum and milk came from her pussy and tits. She seized and stiffened, and I felt her organs moving around as she got lock-jawed and screamed through her gritted teeth, her mouth locked stiff by the electric waves that came out of her pussy.

I wasn’t deterred. I pulled her even higher, leaning my torso backwards, and moved my hand over her pussy to finger her more thoroughly and completely.

My woman was crying as her tits soaked her shirt in milk, and my kisses went down to her breasts, where I lapped on her juices and struggled to contain my arousal, to keep my giant monster cock tucked inside my jeans as… FUCK!! HOLY SHIT, NOW, *THAT* WAS SOME FUCKING MILK!

“Holy… fuck…!!” I uttered with a half-sunken roar, and I almost went mad, like, crazy drinking that milk from the sides of her colossal breasts.

I felt like a baby again. Breast milk had never tasted so delicious since I fed on my mother’s tits, that is, before my mum went away.

I penetrated her deeply with my fingers and sank their tips on the mucous, rougher walls of her pussy.

“NO!! NOOOOO…!!!”

For once, my bitch sounded really scared, but that’s because those were her sensitive spots; like, her REAL sensitive spots, and though no other male could make her feel something, I easily could, and my touching those nerves drove her to overdrive, like, instantly.

“CHAAAAD!! CHAAAAADD!! OH, CHAAAAAADD…!!!”

By god, she screamed.

I never knew a single creature could make such a mess and produce so much liquid as her pussy exploded into a mess of steam and her tits throbbed so loud you could hear them from the other side of the house, and the milk was running down her legs and forming puddled under her dangling feet, rivers of breast milk that I coaxed from my enormous and powerful hand.

I wrapped my giant fingers around the base of one of her tits and made circular, vigorous motions while pressing that tit upward, from the base to the tip, and the milk gushed from her enormous nipples like a fountain, and I could see the fabric of her blouse forming a mount, like, a little tent under the pressure form the gushing jet – and this, too, almost made me go insane.

“You fucking cow…!”

I played my woman like an instrument for fifteen minutes until I felt her body getting seriously drained by the orgasms.

“Chad… I can’t… stop cumming… Chad… please… not weaker… the orgasms… they don’t get any weaker…!!”

She was feverish and in pain, totally red, like, blazing hot, when she pleaded with me, her face convulsing between different emotions, intense bliss and pain!

“Chad… your orgasms… they’re too good… I’m going to pass out, Chad…” Then, a scream: “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Chad!! You’re too much of a man for me!!!”

That confession made me take it easy on her.

That’s it. There was no more doubt left: Stacy was vanquished. I was the biggest, strongest man in the world. I had defeated her already, with nothing but a few words and the tactless touch of my untrained fingers.

“Cool.” I turned her flabby and limp body to the sofa, looking down at the ground before I dropped her. “What a mess, you’ve made.”

Big puddles of squirt and milk. Steam rose from ‘em puddles. The walls and ceiling and the windows were also stained, even drenched with her juices.

I dropped my slut face down on the sofa, and she crashed on it like a lifeless doll, like one of those video game NPCs after you shoot them dead, rag-dolling pathetically on the furniture.

“God… Chad… oh my god…!!”

There, Stacy continued to suffer brutal orgasms as her ass twitched for me and her enormous, like, colossal butt cheeks continued to clap and clap and clap for my monster cock.

The bulge on my pants was really enormous.

“Uuugh!!” I know she wanted to see me naked first, take things easy, but… “God damn it, Stacy!!”

I stuck my hands into my jeans and tore them apart. The fabric of the jeans came out like nothing as I tore through my boxers two and pulled them out like rags.

With one hand, I grabbed my balls. Fat bastards bulging with cum!

“Ooouuhmm!!” I cried.

I had to cry and moan as I grabbed my steaming testicles, for the things were filling-to-overflowing with cum, and I could hear them making cum as I grabbed them and pulled them out, also pulling the cock with my other hand.

Stacy trembled. She sensed the power of my manhood as I released it.

“Roooaarr!!” I growled.

My fat monster cock was still semi-hard, but already bigger than any man’s cock, almost as big as a stallion’s cock, and when I pulled it out, a river of precum burst with power.

I splashed the window with my lube, then milked my penis on Stacy’s back, dousing her in precum.

“How does it feel to have my lubes all over you, slut?”

I masturbated my monster cock while pulling down the rest of my jeans in haste.

One testicle fell down. Boom!!

The other quickly followed. Boom!!

Fat bastards were fucking hard! They throbbed with huge, thick veins, jumping between my legs, filling up with more and more cum as I pumped my fat hog.

“Oooorh!!”

I used both hands to jerk off. It was nothing. It was barely enough to cover my fattening dick.

Stacy tried to turn, but I stepped on her back and pushed her into the sofa.

“Stay still, bitch!!”

I pumped my monster cock harder. The veins, man! Holy shit, the enormous veins all over! My veins were colossal, thicker than thumbs, and they went everywhere around the dick as I pumped it, coiling left and right and sometimes chocking it like lassos around a neck! They made my cock look so super virile! Even more virile than it would already look even without a single vein!

“Uuurhm! Ooorhm!! Roooaarr!!”

My muscles bulged through my shirt, tearing it up, as I started to get really, really hot, and I couldn’t hold my precum back anymore, so I was, like, pissing lubes all over my woman.

“Oh, my god!!”

Stacy was shocked as she still recovered from that mountain of orgasms I just gave her and dipped her hands in the juices, sticking her fingers in the sticky, crystal liquid I was cumming, and her eyes were full of shock and wonder as she stared at that thick-ass soup, drawing her fingers to her mouth and sucking, then devouring my pre-semen.

“Oh, hmm!!”

The bitch feasted on my cock juice as I powered my penis into full hardness. My shirt was tearing up around my chest. My sleeves, too, were half-torn-up already.

“Uuurhm!!”

My giant cock was 20 inches soft, 26 inches hard.

I wished I could have showed it more… elegantly, theatrically to my bitch first, but FUCK, I was hot, and I need to breed her immediately.

“Fuck you! Oh, god! You cunt!!”

I felt a pang in my balls, and they burned as if somebody had stuck a burning syringe in them.

“Aargh!!”

Chocking my dick with one hand, I pumped it harder while pulling it down to her ass, and then, with my other hand, trembling and shaking like I was about to blow up, I pulled her sassy squirt up and revealed her fat ass to my eyes along with her hot, steamy pussy.

“OH, FUCK!!!”

My testicles contracted. They shot the load, but I held it back, crushing my penis like I wanted to rip it out.

“FUUCK!!”

The place shook with my roars.

That ass was god. It was heaven and paradise and pure divinity.

“OH, SHIT!!”

That fat fucking ass! The way it wobbled and jiggled for me! HOLY SHIT, it was so round and meaty! Pure muscle and also flesh and fat! Fat fucking ass, holy shit!!

“What is it, stud?” My slut teased me with her mouth full of precum. “Is my white ass too much for your donkey…?”

Then, she turned her head and finally actually got a glimpse of my naked, fully erect junk.

“OH, MY!!!”

Her pussy blasted off an insane amount of juices.

My fat, throbbing balls got a bath! She stimulated them even harder with the pressure of her juices, and my bitch, as it turned out, was defeated again: she was crying and howling as another truckload of multiple mind-bending orgasms hit her again, making a massacre of her pussy, and while I held back my own orgasm, the bitch succumbed to her own almost instantly.

The thickest, whitest semen on Earth was leaking out already, though. I saw a massive drop of cum emerged from my tip, then drool down to her flaming pussy like one long white rope being stretched. My semen was thick as fuck, so it didn’t break when it flowed.

With many roars, starting to see everything going dark around me, I pushed my donkey cock down and forced its tip into her throbbing, gushing cunt.

“Hoooly shit!!!”

Despite her excessive wetness, the bitch was tight as fuck. The tightest hole I’d ever fucked, and I had fucked literal WALLS in my moments of uttermost juvenile horniness.

“OOOH, SHIIIT!!!”

I grabbed my woman by the back of her neck as she howled and orgasmed uncontrollably and forced my junk deeper and deeper into my pussy, which I ain’t gonna lie, was a mad fucking pussy!

Her vagina was angry, powerful, and aggressive. I always thought my manhood was the strongest thing on Earth, but her pussy walls were not joke.

“Holy… god!! It’s like fucking an iron wall!!”

My bitch chuckled before the orgasms overtook her again, and then she sprayed my testicles with her mad semen like she wanted to take revenge on them, to punish me for making her lose control so much, so soon.

I stretched her up with six inches of my fucking stick, then I could hold my semen back no more: I let go of the stranglehold on my penis, and the semen rushed past her cervix into her womb at lightning speed.

Both of us froze for a minute as we experienced the most blissful, mind-numbing orgasms of our lives, and my bitch’s tits lactated madly as I flooded her uterus with my heavy sperm.

Glooorsh!!!

Gotta confess: I pitied her a little as my sperm rushed off through my dick like a bomb and a burning blade, shooting off so quick that every thing went black for a second in my eyes, and my testicles contracted so violently that I sustained that single load for five unbroken seconds, shaking the room with my deafening roar:

“OOOUUUURHMM!!!!!!”

I curled over the back of my slut as I filled her up with my semen. Every inch of her womb was splashed, then stretched by the tremendous load, which only kept coming and only kept getting bigger, harder, and more insane.

“Ooouurrhmm!!!!”

I hugged her from behind, crushing her body against the sofa as I leaned on her with my wealth of muscles, and shot load after load heavily, painfully through my donkey dick.

“Oh, GOD!!!”

My bitch grabbed my hands and squeezed them tightly, locking her fingers with between mine. She tried to whisper something, to moan or speak something, but she had gone mute and hoarse with the intensity of the orgasms I was giving her, and her body froze even harder, stiff like titanium, as her pussy bit me more aggressively… but to no avail, for I sank more inches of my penis effortlessly inside of her, spurred on by the power of my hot orgasms, which by then had her pussy completely and hopelessly flooded.

“God… stud… there’s so much of it!!!!” My whore finally spoke, and yeah, it was fitting that she broke from her muteness to comment (and praise!) the volume of my load, which was not only superhuman, but superior to the discharges of any breeding animal or virile beast.

“Uuuurhm!! Uuuuurhm!! Uuuurrhmm!!”

I growled victoriously as the loads just kept coming, the semen just kept stacking up, and the belly of my slut bulged out against the sofa as the flood of semen became too big for her pussy to hold, and then I felt my cum flowing out of her pussy in big, messy splashes.

I felt the delicious, almost heavenly sensation of having my testicles bathed and sprayed by my own cum! I was nutting so hard that I was basically nutting backwards into my own balls. The testicles clenched and tightened, and I nutted like a stallion inside that cunt, making her howl, and the semen was so much that it flowed backwards in messy, thick, complex streams to her pussy, gushing outwards into my balls, crotch, and legs.

Soon, the under-belly of my dick was smeared in semen. There was a curtain, a wall of cum between my balls and her giant ass, hanging by the many inches of my exposed cock, which throbbed and hardened with load after load after load that I still shot, still came like a power hose in her.

“Uuuurh-aarrhh!!”

I grabbed that bitch’s ass and slapped it hard, both buttocks struck at once! SLAP-SLAP!!! The bitch howled, and I discharged my semen again.

“Get fucking pregnant!”

She was pregnant already, but fuck it, I was going to get her over-pregnant, then!

Madly in lust, I pushed my penis even deeper, discovering just how deep and elastic that woman was as my cum-spewing tip hit her cervix only after eight inches.

“AAAAOOOOHHH!!! STUD!!!!”

My bitch had hearts in her eyes, and her eyes bulged out like cartoons, much like her tongue rolling out, with the insane pleasure that I added to her orgasms by stimulating the gates of her womb like that.

I growled. I cried. I felt my eyes blanking as my testicles became much lighter, though, and my heavy, powerful loads slowed down to a trickle.

I gifted my broodmare with a stack of multiple orgasms atop another stack of multiple orgasms by forcing my dick in and out of her cervix, stretching it out and teasing the entrance of her uterus with my fat, elephant hog, but after another minute, my orgasm petered out and my rivers of cum dried up.

Blursh! Splursh! Sbluursh!!

Her ass “farted” a lot as huge gobs of semen left her fat pussy. I pulled my penis out, but her pussy bit it hard, and not even the insane viscosity of my cum and her pussy juice allowed me to take the penis out without a few forceful pulls.

“God! Damn! Bitch!” I groaned, and then I pulled out the semi-erect dick, 22 to 24 inches of fat White breeding dick, and jerked off a few more small loads on her back.

Small loads for me, but utterly massive for any other man.

© 2026 Gigi Potemkin

Copyright by Gigi Potemkin

São Paulo, Brazil

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