It’s been thirty days since I had been “abducted” by this weird alien species and I haven’t yet seen all the stuff they so emphatically promised me.
I was getting bored and impatient, indeed, though my material comforts were hardly to complain about. Actually, an “abduction” wouldn’t be the best way to describe what they did to me; it was more like, uh, being a valuable asset in a scientific experiment with no deadline in sight. Something like that.
“So… you’re asking me to be your slave?” I asked them a month ago, when the opportunity was presented to me by their weird “messenger.”
“No.” Came the voices from the black box; many different voices all in one, talking in a weird, mechanical unison. “You’ll be free to do everything you want… within the confines of the mansion we prepared for you.” They continued. “You will have only one obligation: birthing as many children of our studs as you can. This will be done for as long as you remain fertile, and you won’t be able to leave the compound any earlier. As soon as you become fertile again, you will be impregnated. You will have as many children as your body can allow it, and once you cannot give birth to any more children, you will be returned to this Earth with all the rewards we promised.
In my head, I made the calculations. “Ten million dollars?”
“Per month?? As in… literally every month until I get back?”
“That will be taken into account.”
“Fuck.” The number was too great to be believable. “You say that, if I spend ten years in your, uh, ‘breeding program,’ you gonna pay me well over a billion dollars in today’s money?”
The beings sounded impatient and a little insulted in their replied: “you think your money means anything to us. We could offer you a billion dollars a month if that wasn’t too suspicious for your society. We strive to return you with as little raucous as possible. The least attention we bring to ourselves—to our very existence—the better.”
“Do we have a deal?”
I had to hold back the urge of laughing at their faces… well, at their “voices.” It was just too unbelievable an offer for me to take at face value. They had just appeared out of nowhere, exactly in the very second I’d turned eighteen, and made me that ludicrous offer out of the blue! There was something fishy there, and I still suspected it was some sort of prank from my girlfriends or something.
“Why all the trouble of asking? If you’re so powerful as you say…”
“The experiment doesn’t work if it’s conducted by forced.” They guessed the question straight out of my lips—or maybe I was just too slow, who cares. “We need strong babies. Healthy babies. The strongest, mightiest specimens of your species, and that doesn’t work if their conception and pregnancy has even the slightest twinge of stress.”
“Mm.” I pondered. “Makes sense.”
“Do you accept out terms, then?”
I looked to the black box, smirking like I wasn’t born yesterday.
“Show me. All this that you promised. The mansion, the estate, the luxur-” *boom!* With a loud snap and a huge change in—I don’t know, “air?”—around me, I was teleported to paradise!
There was no other way to describe it: a fucking paradise. “Wow.” Before me laid huge, sprawling prairies and hills of unmitigated beauty; castles, villas, and mansions tailored for my deepest personal taste; thousands of servants ready to do my every bidding; countless luxuries and comforts that would take me years to describe in detail (and I’m not that patient nor that talented with words, if you haven’t noticed already)!
With another thud, I was put back in the drab, dreary town I lived in. My four-thousand-a-month income as an OnlyFans-Star-slash-fitness-instructor was nothing to scoff at, but it certainly paled in comparison to the prospective of becoming a billionaire while living in massive, luxurious villas while being fucked by (what they promised to be) amazing studs filled with virile power.
Before they got the change of changing their minds, I was in, and quickly I found myself transported to the that paradise god-knows-where in the universe.
“We will come back in thirty days.” The voices in the little box said. “That will be our final confirmation. If you’re willing to proceed, you will breed with our first specimen. If for any reason, however, you feel that’s not your calling…”
“Oh, it is my calling! It is!” I said while chugging that fancy ass glass of champagne, dripping it all over my magnanimous bosom (more about ‘em later, hon).
“In any case, know that, if you change your mind at any point in these thirty days, then we will return you to your Earth. You will receive no compensation whatsoever.”
“Oh, well.” I looked around, a big, dummass smile in my face. “I think I can live with that.”
Worst-case scenario, I got a one-month free stay in the most gorgeous place in the universe.
Fast forward a month, well, and there I was, tapping my feet on the floor, impatiently waiting for the return of the little black box. Rows of dickless servants and flat-chested maids pestered me with their overzealous attention, and I had ordered a few of them replaced due to just how annoying they could be some times.
“Would our lady like some…”
“No.” I crankily replied. “Please, go away. If you can, call those masters of yours and tell them I am waiting.”
“Mm, yes, my lady.”
“I’m tired! And I’m bored!” I laid down on the luxurious divan, rubbing my huge thighs against each other, feeling the immense fire of a pussy that hadn’t got any action for over… “a month! A month without fucking, damn it!”
That had also been, indeed, one of their conditions; the most cruel and ruthless one, and the only condition that seriously tempted me to reconsider my time in that paradise. “You mean I can’t bang for a month?”
“Negative. You will only breed with our selected specimens. No forms of sex are allowed before that. A woman’s fertility is at its peak after a long period of abstinence. That is another condition that must never be broken.”
“Well, can I at least touch myself?”
“Oh, come on!”
“You can reject our offer if you don’t think you can handle it. We will only demand your abstinence for the first month. After that, you will be breeding every day you want, regardless of whether you’re pregnant or not. In fact, even when you’re pregnant, we strongly urge you to continue having coitus, for the sensations will be great for the development of the babies.”
I raised an eyebrow, already wondering what perverted things they had in store for me. “How can you be so sure these, uh, ‘sensations’ will be so good? I’m a very demanding lady, you know.” I can’t deny: I’d lost my virginity when I was fourteen, and I was the aggressor back then! Ever since, I haven’t stopped fucking with every great piece of ass and muscles and cock that crossed my way, and by the time I was eighteen, I had already collected over two hundred cocks under my belt.
What could I say? I was a tireless, raging nympho with the appetite of a goddess—and certainly a body to match!
The beings simply remained silent for a while before answering in their deadpan, serious-as-hell tone: “you are no match for our breeder. No woman ever was, and you certainly never will be.” Before I could say anything and defend my honor (oh! How dare they say something like that too me? Me?! A prime fucker and avid dick-breaker? A woman who’s crushed the pelvises and tore the penises of over five hundred guys? How dare they?!), they interrupted me: “you think you know pleasure. You know nothing. When our very first breeder starts working with you, you will beg you had never known pleasure so intense or orgasms so powerful. More than anything, you’ll be forced to be honesti with yourself: you not the strongest, nor even the prettiest woman we have gathered from this Earth. Though you are certainly amongst the top 50 women of Earth, you don’t even qualify as the top 25, so we will be giving you our weakest, most scrawny men, and then you can work your way up from there, if you so desire.”
There was a sound of buttons being pressed as those beings checked some data in their mysterious rooms, and I munched on those words, not knowing how to take them. «The fuck? Not even the top 25 prettiest??» I contemplated, barely realizing that being the fifty best-looking women on Earth was a hell of an achievement. «Well, fuck those bastards! If they think I will…» The box interrupted my thoughts with a large boom, however, and my tits stiffened as the beings continued:
“Indeed, you’re the weakest prospect we have found so far, after having collected 22 of the 25 most gorgeous and fertile ladies on Earth. Even they have fallen unconscious with orgasms after a mere thirty-minute pounding of your studs, so you are not expected to last over five minutes with even the weakest, pettiest of them.” I heard more buttons being pressed, and my heart beat hard as I feared that those mystics beings might actually reconsider their offer. “In fact, the first breeder you will have isn’t even one of our official breeders, but merely a ‘test toy’ to see how strong you are. We are accepting ‘samples’ from him, of course, but have in mind that we don’t have high expectations neither for you nor for him.”
I was biting my lips and crossing my legs as I heard those nasty words. “‘Samples,’ you say?” I asked, and they coldly replied:
“Do you accept our offer?”
Hell I was—though also a little, you know, aggravated by everything they said. «‘Not even the 25 prettiest’ my ass!» I kept angrily repeating in my head as I worked out religiously every single day in the massive gyms they had installed in all those mansions. “Fuck that! I’m gonna show ‘em just how gorgeous and fertile I am!”
Every day I crafted my body to be an obscene testament of fertility and female power, and the results had been showing even as earlier as my fifteens, when my already-big breasts grew to the obscene dimensions they eventually became famous for.
From any angle one looked at, I was a knocker. My height was already something to be envied by even the world’s tallest supermodels: at 6’2ft-tall, I was hard-pressed to find dudes whom I didn’t have to look down to! And that was just the beginning of my “problems” (call these the “problems of the truly blessed,” if you will): second of all, I was ripped. Like, I had always been a very buff and muscular for a girl my age, but in my teens I gained so much muscle I was actually thankful for my freakish height, which indeed allowed me to maintain my distinctly feminine profile.
Even with little gym, I had a four-pack set of muscular abs (that quickly grew into a six-pack after I started working out). My legs were wide monstrosities filled with veins and arteries as thick as fingers, and every time I walked one could hear my muscle fibers hardening and flexing—the swollen, rock-hard muscles of thighs which could tear through dozens of watermelons in sequence.
Indeed, one day my friends decided to add a 20-pound barbell-weight between my thighs and challenged me to test my strength. I flexed my thighs and made them swell immensely on the metal object, and soon enough the barbel was making tearing, rumbling noises as it bent under the pure power of my muscles. I was sweating and feeling my six-pack ache after half-a-minute of that gratuitous display of power, but when all was said and done, we all saw the barbell bent until both weights were touching.
It was official: I was a woman strong enough to bend metal in her thighs! “Who wants to see some fucking power!!!” I flexed like a gym-rat monster in front of the mirrors of my private gym, watching my shoulders bulge, my tits throb, and my arms swell to huge, vein-ridden proportions. I had biceps harder and bigger than probably 90% of dudes, and only incredibly well-endowed, professional bodybuilders were able to beat me in sheer thickness, hardness, and overall muscle definition. “Fucking shredded!”
I flexed my biceps, and they danced in the reflection. Beautiful veins covered them, and I kissed and licked them while spotting the huge camel toe that appeared in the tight cloth of my yoga pants. My pussy seemed swollen after a month of abstinence—the long I’d ever been, obviously, ever since losing my virginity. «Holy shit!» I sighed, fighting the urge to finger myself and make out with my own literal reflection!
My feminine features were just as pronounced as my masculine ones—and by that I mean my breasts and my ass, which were as huge as my waist was thin! My massive milk-makers and my huge milk-taker, all primed for only the biggest, most well-endowed men to fuck. «I hope these ‘breeders’ they have are really even half as good as they make them up to be, otherwise I’m gonna be so massively disappointed!» I flexed my chest, and my gigantic knockers bounced up to my chin, pushing and pulling my torso in their aggressive, heavy motions.
Of my 300 pounds of weigh, fifty probably went to my breasts, and another fifty to my buttocks—almost all of it, naturally, pure muscle!
Two huge stains on my chest threatened to ruin those clothes, but that couldn’t be helped; my tits were so fertile they could never stop lactating, especially when I was aroused, and every intercourse I’d ever had ended up in a milk bath drowning the bodies of my lovers, with me either half-assedly apologizing to them or demanding them to suck my tits dry and relieve me from a lot of that burden.
“Fuck!” They were almost always shocked at my taste. “Your milk is thick!” Yep: thick, creamy, and sweet. I was really the full package!
“Then why don’t you drink that sweet milk, baby boy, and relieve momma of this huge weight in her chest?” In the rare instances when my chest had been fully dry, I eventually discovered that their “natural” size was about a double-D—two massive knockers so hard they looked like giant muscles flexed on my chest.
It was my milk too that gave them their smoothness and “bounciness.” Sometimes, I felt only the sky was the limit for their size. «Fuck ‘em babies, they’re huge!» I always said after a few days without sex, feeling my knockers like two giant weights testing the strength of my back and my upper body. «Fuck, I need some fucking release!» I almost always found such release in men, though it wasn’t uncommon for me to literally milk my tits dry on a bathroom sink, squeezing them with my elbows and seeing the sink literally overflow with milk—in a regular day, I could easily produce over ten gallons of the creamiest milk anyone has ever tasted!
«Fuck!» I looked at my gorgeous body in front of the mirror, seeing how my breasts leaked even through my thick bra. «If I wait any longer, these babies are going to explode!» Almost as if craving for my attention, however, my glutes flexed on their own, and I looked down to my massive hips to see those power, mare-like muscles rumbling with so much power. “You want some good dick too, huh? Can’t blame you!” I made those beauties bounce, and their extreme hardness could be heard even from the other side of the gym. “Ass so big it can fit only the biggest, fattest of cocks! Mmph!” I sighed. “Wonder if these ‘aliens’ have it: a cock worthy of my ass!”
Back on Earth, I had to contend with ‘decent’ studs and their mega 9-, 10-, or 11-inchers. The closest that had ever got to making me feel full—to making me feel like a fucking woman!—was a jaw-dropping 13-incher with the body of an Adonis and the stamina of breeding bull.
God, he fucked my body for so many hours that his preliminary alone would be the same as a sex marathon for most other people! God-daaamn, he fucked me and pounded me in so many positions that, when he was done to me, I had the vivid image in my head of being fucked by a battalion of a thousand Spartan soldiers.
Sex with him was unlike sex with any other man, for that guy was so clearly superior that I even doubted his humanity at times! He was more, like… a god! A single leg of him had more muscle mass than an average man would have in his entire body, so it wasn’t a surprise that sex with him felt like an orgy with a squadron of super-stud soldiers. «And the cum… fuck!» I remembered vividly every single time when he exploded inside of me! Pints of cum so bulky and so hard that my cunt was literally filled to the brim, with the spunk always inevitably squirting out of my gaping, thrashed pussy! Seriously, the guy nutted like a horse—actually, though I might not be a horse expert, I think his loads would give even horse a run for its money.
“My god!!” I saw a huge smudge in the middle of my dark-grey yoga pants. I was so lubed that drops fell on the ground, making tiny, sweet sounds as I squeezed one thigh against the other, just trying to stop my immense arousal. “Fuck! I hope their ‘breeder is really good!” If it was only half as good as that stud from Earth, well, I wouldn’t complain. I’d gone without sex for so freaking long that I would even take a pin-dicked hunchback, if that’s all they had.
“My lady.” One of the servants suddenly appeared out of thin air, giving me the scare of my life. “The masters are waiting.”
“What the fuck!” I tried to cover up my obvious arousal, but my breasts squirted even more milk on my top, dripping between my feet as I looked to that damn servant with hellfire in my eyes. “Fuck! Get the fuck out of here before I beat you!”
“I’m so sorry, milady.”
It didn’t help that all those servants were pretty much asexual and devoid of any meaningful features. I was a mare-like woman who needed men as endowed as stallions and as built as breeding bulls to take on me; even if those damn slaves had cocks or vaginas between their legs, their measly, scrawny looks would be too unappealing to get me going—even during the driest of my dry spells. «Fuck!» I thought. «Let’s see what’s the best these damned aliens can offer!» I strolled angrily to the living room, where I found the black box floating in the middle.
“So, beloved breeder.” That’s how the creatures referred to me. Part of me was offended, but another part was really flattered, I won’t deny. “Do we have your final decision?” I looked to the damned box, then all around me, gazing upon the unparalleled luxury I lived in, and the answer felt more obvious and more natural then ever:
“If you get me less annoying servants and, I don’t know, fill this place with a few more people—real people, I mean, not these weird fuckers you call ‘servants…’” I gently nodded. “It’s a deal. I don’t care if I have to spend the rest of my life locked up here! All I want now is…” I licked my lips, “to taste this breeder of yours.” There was a long silence followed by a very low-pitch hum from the box, which concluded in an emotionless tone:
“Very well. Just don’t we didn’t warn you.” And then, in the blink of an eye, the box disappeared… and I heard loud steps coming from outside.
«What the fuck…?» I thought, my heart picking up pace way before my mind could even process the danger I had gotten myself into. A massive shadow appeared beyond the glass in the door, going all the way up to the ceiling. «Holy fuck…!»
That wasn’t a small door. I mean… it was huuuge! The whole mansion had an incredibly tall ceiling, with some areas (like that living room, for instance) going as high as… «twenty feet.» I took the measurements one day. «None of these ceilings is lower than fifteen feet? Why??»
Well, apparently the answer had appeared right before my eyes: the shadow before the vast door was huge, and in fact it was higher even than the already ludicrous height of that door.
As I heard the doorknob turn, I couldn’t help but to gulp in fear. «Oh, fuck that!» The creature on the other side was so fucking massive that it completely blocked the sunlight coming from the door’s windows! «No. No! No fucking way!” I gulped. “No man can be this big!» But maybe it wasn’t a man. Maybe, just like those servants, it was a creature designed for a very specific purpose—and I could tell you one thing: it wasn’t to pamper my ass and call me ‘milady’ all day long, that I was damned sure of! «Well,» I thought, regretting every decision I’ve made in my life, «fuck. I mean… it isn’t called ‘breeder’ for no reason, I guess.»
My legs were trembling as the door began to turn. My mind raced by my past memories, as if it knew I was just about to die, and among the many things that were said and done to me, I was struck by the those condenscending words from my captors a month ago: “we’re giving you the weakest of our breeders. You can work your way up from him if you manage to survive him.”
My heart was about to burst from my chest. «Nah.» I giggled, very nervously. «This can’t be real. It is a joke, just a freaking joke, I tell ya. It can only be…» Then door sprung open, and then the whole world disappeared to me. “God.”
My jaw dropped, and my throat uttered only low-pitched, exasperated hums of heat. For a moment, I stopped feeling the rest of my body, having to turn my head up and lean back just so I could see the perfect face of that specimen that entered.
That wasn’t a man; that was a god. The reaction of my body was nothing but appropriate: with a massive squirt of hot juices from my pussy, all strength abandoned my legs, and my quivering knees met the floor as I prostrated myself in front of that massive male, who approached me without uttering a word.
The door was 11-feet high, yet still the beast had to bow to pass through—not that he would have any trouble destroying it, if he saw fit, for his massive frame was muscles atop muscles, far surpassing any men I’d ever met, seen, or dreamt with. «Fuck!!» My mind raced as my eyes teared up, and I literally, silently cried with my face on the floor, refusing to stare any longer at that supreme specimen. His raw, masculine beauty alone had burned my eyes. «Fuck!! Is this…?! Is this their fucking worst?!!»
The guy had a face that would make Henry Cavil feel inadequate, unwanted, and unloved. Its pure, masculine perfection went beyond anything that words could make justice—especially the words from a raging whore like me. Suffice to say, he was blonde and shaven, with medium-sized hair that perfectly complimented his square jaw and highly angular face, oozing tribalism, primitivism, and raw, unbridled Viking sensuality—he looked like a Nord god mixed with a cave man.
«Fuck!» My knees felt the warmth of my pussy-juice as I kept squirting. A painful, sharp pleasure took over my head and made me feel like my eyes were going to burst from their sockets. It was an orgasm so deep and so long I was soon quivering on the floor, hitting my head repeatedly against it while that monster made its way to me. I could feel his heat even as he stood many feet away. The walls literally shook and the ground trembled as he calmly, almost leisurely strolled towards me, and I finally gathered some strength to look up and see exactly what else I was dealing with.
Big mistake. Big fucking mistake! That mountain of muscles was literally built like four horses. “Holy shiiiit…!!” I shouted, cumming so hard I thought my pants would be torn by the strength of my jets. I was once again on the ground, hitting my head on the floor as that man burned my body with his aura, now standing a mere ten feet away from me. I turned my face slightly on the floor, feeling my cheeks bathed on my cum, which now formed a huge puddle around my body. The creature was nude from the waist up, covered by only a large, gigantic white towel or tunic in his hips. “Fuuuck…!!”
The beast had a 16-pack for abs. I am not joking! His immense size allowed his body to display an amazing set of sixteen muscles in his belly, each of them as huge as a human biceps. «What the fucking shit am I looking at??» That gorgeous male was wider than I was tall! For the love of god, his massive pecs rippled with so much power I felt my face assaulted by every slight contraction of his muscles.
The monster stopped midway between the door and my body, looking at me with a serious complexion, breathing so deep I could feel the entire house rumbling with his breath. «Please…!» I begged in my mind. «Please!!» That guy was unreal! As I looked to his face, I realized that he must have been twice my height! I am not joking: that beast was easily over 12-feet tall, with enough muscles in one powerful arm to make two bodybuilding men from scratch.
Without muttering a word, the monster sneaked his fingers into the robe around his hips… and undid it. My heart stopped, my brain melted, my throat exploded in profanities as my eyes beheld the gargantuan monument which was so unceremoniously revealed to me. “OH, FUCK!!” I was soon quivering like a mad bitch on the ground. “YOU FUCKING HORSE!!” I didn’t’ want to be insulting to the guy, but my mind had nothing better to compare him with if not… a horse! The biggest penis I could think of! Actually, now that I think about it, I should have said elephant or a freaking hunchback whale—all animals which, in fact, would still feel minuscule when compared to that prodigious monument of breeding perfection.
The creature smiled very slightly, making the house shake again with his slow stroll towards me. His cock swung from side to side, dangling much farther below his knees. The beast must have had six feet just in legs, and the cock went below his knees at its lowest, giving it a soft length of maybe thirty inches. “Holy shit!!” My mouth was exploding. “Holy shit! Holy fuck, holy shit, holy fuck, holy…!!!” My tits swelled and hardened, and the milk burst through my nipples in two violent jets, building two massive puddles that quickly joined into a single one beneath my chest.
The beast kept making its way to me, smiling wider as it sniffed my arousal, releasing literal clouds of steam though his nostrils as it seemed to approve of my scent. He stopped again, and his dick smacked my head hard. I was knocked with my back on the floor, squirting juices on his cock with my legs spread out wide while the monster silently watched me cum and, overall, just lose my shit before him. “Fuuuck!!” My screams too made the windows shake. “Fuuuck!! Fuuuck!!” I felt his hot breath hitting my cunt, prompting it to gush more juices into his cock and sack—my pants had already been torn by the strength of my squirts at that point. That’s how hard I came for him!
I screamed, and the monster’s cock dangled between my legs, so ungodly thick that I felt I had a melon between them. My pussy suffered from an orgasmic madness or something, for from time to time I squirted with enough force to bathe a horse with my copious juices. A massive puddle, almost a whole lake had been formed around us, all while the monster simply watched, calmly smiling at me, and his prick throbbed with enough power as to make loud thuds which hurt my ears.
That thing was fully soft, yet it flaunted more veins than the bodies of two ripped bodybuilders. I literally saw the gallons of blood flowing through those massive ducts, the thinnest of which was still thicker than a thumb, and the widest of them thicker than five fingers put together. “God!!” I panted. “Oh god!!” My pussy hosed jets of squirt as high as his abs, bathing all of them in girl cum as his smile grew more arrogant and malicious.
His balls made loud thuds as they throbbed with massive waves of hot, fresh horse jizz. There was no doubt that, when that horse came, he filled entire swimming pools with ease. I was actually wondering if there was enough space in the whole mansion for the amount of jizz that horse-stud kept stored in those massive pellets, each easily bigger than a bowling balls. «I wonder if t-they-re… aahh!…» I thought while I climaxed madly, «…if they’re just as heavy!»
The monster bent down to grab me from the hair. I was a blonde beauty with a face to make supermodels want to kill themselves in pure shame, yet that monster didn’t seem not a bit struck by my perfection, pulling me to his horse-sized genitalia and cramming my face against it like a cheap, street alley bitch. Again, no word came from his massive, gorgeous thick lips. He simply crammed my face against his cock and expected me to service him like the king, the emperor, the god that he was!
And I did: I opened my mouth and slobbered all over that dick, all while my tits and my cunt made a much bigger mess of the floor.
The drool rained from his cock as I felt every vein of that massive breeder pass through my mouth and hurt it. My trembling arms carefully embraced that monster, pumping it along with my full body as the monster pulled me from the shoulders and brough me up along his cock, allowing me to even wrap my legs around it. «Holy… fucking shit!!» The insanity of his measurements made me cum even harder, and I realized I was literally clinging to that dick like a sloth on a tree trunk.
I squeezed the cock-head in my thighs and worshiped it with my whole being. The monster pulled my head up and down, moving my body along his massive dong. Little by little, I felt the surge of blood and energy giving life to that thing, and his balls throbbed more powerfully as I literally heard the gushes of semen rushing like trucks inside his ducts. «Holy shit!!» The soft cock was already inhumanly hard, but the growing cock struck my very soul with terror.
I squeezed it! Oh! I flexed my thighs and screamed with the burning pain in my abs, trying to make that beast deflate or, if all failed, to rip it from its source. I had no other chance! If I allowed that beast to inflate, it would literally tear me in four once it penetrated me!
Thirty seconds passed, and I had my eyes closed as I took a deep breath and gave that cock my all! The muscles of my legs and powerful glutes of my ass roared as my back grew into a wall of ripped muscles and my abs one by one throbbed and bloated until I had not just a six-pack, but a massive, bulging, rippling eight-pack in my belly, screaming so hard that soon all my body followed in that murderous squeeze: “aaaarrhhhh!!!”
*Boom!!* My biceps bulged. *Boom!* My shoulders widened. *Splaaash…!!* Endless torrents of milk burst from my tits as I squeezed that beast with all the might in my body, and thirty seconds later I was dizzy and shaky, nearly passing out as all the strength quickly left me and I collapsed hard on the down, panting and shaking while my muscles suffered the most intense cramps of their lives.
Five minutes later, I had enough strength back to look up and see the damage I had caused. “Oh, fuck!!” What I saw—or rather, what I didn’t see—made me so horrified that I was soon dragging myself on the floor, trying to get as far away from that monster as possible. “You’re still hard??!”
Correction: the beast wasn’t hard, but still hardening, and no damage at all could be spotted in all its gargantuan length. The monstrous cock grew and throbbed, as “damaged” as anyone would be after a light breeze, and then the monster puffed more clouds of scorching steam as it looked at me with a really annoyed expression. “Feel relaxed yet?” For the first time, I heard his thunderous voice. “Good.” He cracked his knuckles. “Let’s breed.”