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‘In his first year, he impregnated 102 women. As the son of a bitch wasn’t too exceptionally fertile back then, he managed an average of ‘only’ 1.8 kids per woman. Still, in a single year… he had 184 children.’

The woman’s heart jolted in her chest.

‘A hundred… and eighty!…’

‘Oh, my dear, now’s when the math starts getting interesting. Our male doesn’t impregnate our ladies just once; in reality, as soon as he senses they’re fertile again after giving birth to his kids…’

‘Oh!’

‘…he knocks them up again —every year, year after year, nonstop!’

The woman suddenly spread her legs open, making the dark spot on her pants… squiiiiiiissh… grow.

‘What did you say?’

‘The man is a bull.’ Another soldier continued. ‘Actually… a literal bull, wild in state of nature, wouldn’t be able to match his numbers.’

And another soldier:

‘He’s one of the most fertile beings in all the mammalian family. Even rats or rabbits can’t compare to his legendary fecundity.’

The general cut them both:

‘As soon as a woman gives birth to his children… as soon as possible, he goes back to fecundating her. The same works for every single lady in his harem —which, I must remind you, never stops growing.’

The poor journalist only swallowed up dryly, barely believing what she heard, but also barely avoiding the temptation of asking, nearly begging for more juicy information:

‘What else… what else does he…?’

The general continued:

‘From his second year of breeding onwards, his fertility became… truly scary.’ His face sunk into darkness. ‘That second year, his harem had 250 women… all of whom were impregnated! At year’s end, an average of 2.4 kids was registered. If you’re keeping track, my dear, that’s 544 sons and daughters.’

‘544!!’

‘Yeah, that’s right. In his second year of coitus, he had already become one of the most fertile men in history.’

The reporter’s heart couldn’t keep still in one place, much like her enormous, extraordinarily thick legs couldn’t stop stretching the fabric of her pants after crossing so many times.

Cold sweat began to appear on her face, yet the general pressed on without mercy:

‘You should get a calculator, dear, because the math is going to get insanely complex from now on.’

«By God!!»

The general breathed in deep and kept narrating the biblical fecundity of his soldier.

‘On his third year, if I recall it well… our guy’s harem had reached 800 women, hadn’t it?’

‘798, sir.’

‘798… oh. Please, lend me these papers. It’s impossible to keep track of his performance just on the head.’

‘Yes, sir.’

While the soldiers organized themselves, the reporter prepared her body for the… avalanche of sexuality… that mythical soldier would present to her!

‘Here it is. Third year of harem. 798 women… all of which he knocked up handsomely. That year, his fecundity was of 2.8 kids per woman, which totals about…’

‘Excuse me, excuse me! What did you say?!’

The officer looked down severely at her.

‘Dear, if you keep interrupting me at every word…’

‘But, sir, please, I… I’ve got to understand: what do you mean his fecundity was 2.8?’

‘I mean that, for every woman he slept with, he had an average of almost three kids.’

‘Every woman??’

‘That’s right.’ The journalist pressed her immense thighs against one another, making the cunt blast off numerous jets of love juices on her pink panties.

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‘In his first year, he impregnated 102 women. As the son of a bitch wasn’t too exceptionally fertile back then, he managed an average of ‘only’ 1.8 kids per woman. Still, in a single year… he had 184 children.’

The woman’s heart jolted in her chest.

‘A hundred… and eighty!…’

‘Oh, my dear, now’s when the math starts getting interesting. Our male doesn’t impregnate our ladies just once; in reality, as soon as he senses they’re fertile again after giving birth to his kids…’

‘Oh!’

‘…he knocks them up again —every year, year after year, nonstop!’

The woman suddenly spread her legs open, making the dark spot on her pants… squiiiiiiissh… grow.

‘What did you say?’

‘The man is a bull.’ Another soldier continued. ‘Actually… a literal bull, wild in state of nature, wouldn’t be able to match his numbers.’

And another soldier:

‘He’s one of the most fertile beings in all the mammalian family. Even rats or rabbits can’t compare to his legendary fecundity.’

The general cut them both:

‘As soon as a woman gives birth to his children… as soon as possible, he goes back to fecundating her. The same works for every single lady in his harem —which, I must remind you, never stops growing.’

The poor journalist only swallowed up dryly, barely believing what she heard, but also barely avoiding the temptation of asking, nearly begging for more juicy information:

‘What else… what else does he…?’

The general continued:

‘From his second year of breeding onwards, his fertility became… truly scary.’ His face sunk into darkness. ‘That second year, his harem had 250 women… all of whom were impregnated! At year’s end, an average of 2.4 kids was registered. If you’re keeping track, my dear, that’s 544 sons and daughters.’

‘544!!’

‘Yeah, that’s right. In his second year of coitus, he had already become one of the most fertile men in history.’

The reporter’s heart couldn’t keep still in one place, much like her enormous, extraordinarily thick legs couldn’t stop stretching the fabric of her pants after crossing so many times.

Cold sweat began to appear on her face, yet the general pressed on without mercy:

‘You should get a calculator, dear, because the math is going to get insanely complex from now on.’

«By God!!»

The general breathed in deep and kept narrating the biblical fecundity of his soldier.

* * * * *

The whole world froze to the reporter. She wanted to know… but at the same time… she didn’t know whether she had the strength to bear what she was about to hear!

Gluuurb, gluuuurbb.. splooooshhh!! Her breasts ejaculated yet more teaspoons-worth of milk. A small dark smear began to show over the fabric on each of her breasts.

It was official: the woman was about to be majorly embarrassed before all the soldiers —yet, strangely, she seemed not to care at all.

‘P-please, s-sir… t-tell me: how many more kids did he have… at 23??’

The general gave her the intel straight, cold and blunt:

‘5,092 kids.’

The number, however, was so vast that it flew over the reporter’s head, without actually coming close to entering her ears.

‘Five… thousand…’

The general calmly detailed:

‘At 23, with a harem as big as 1,273 ladies… two hundred more than in the previous year… he inseminated each one of his ladies with an average of 3.9 kids, totaling… yeah: 5,092 children.’

The woman felt a ferocious squeeze between her thighs. The general, nonetheless, kept talking swiftly:

‘The whole score of kids he had sired by then… stood at 25,803.’

‘Twenty… five…’

Thousand…!!

The woman leaned forward, almost dropping her equipment, feeling all the air leave her body.

Ooooaarrhh!!

Many soldiers approached:

‘Ma’am, please tell us what’s going on.’

She looked at them, then finally to the general, who knew all too well what was going on.

‘You’re aroused, aren’t you?’ The old man proceeded, very patiently. ‘Your newspaper should have sent someone a little tougher. If you’re already like that just by hearing about our man’s feats, what’s gonna happen when you actually meet him?’

The woman breathed deep, feeling a full ocean drip from her pussy.

Her nipples were so steel-hard they almost literally ripped two holes on her shirt. The soldiers then finally noticed the dark smears on her clothes.

‘Holy shit…!’ Some exclaimed.

The woman immediately rose, took another deep breath, and gave one more ample opportunity for the soldiers to see the other, bigger smudge in the middle of her legs.

‘I’m so sorry, b-but… all of this is… I need to…’ She lowered her head and tried to focus. ‘Can I have a moment alone?’

The soldiers looked to one another.

‘What would you like to do?’

She pinched her own arms and looked to the door, picturing the long white corridor in her mind.

‘Is there any bathroom nearby?? I mean, a more… private one? Just for us ladies??’

The soldiers looked at each other again, whispering something she couldn’t (or didn’t want to) make out.

‘Two doors on the right. You’ll….’

‘General!’ As soon as she got the directions, she reached out to the senior officer. ‘Could you give me… uh, this clipboard… these data sheets about the soldier?’

After thinking for a while, the officer gave her the document.

‘What do you have in mind, dear?’

‘I… I-I…’

She tried to answer something, anything, but she knew none of the excuses she could concoct would amount to anything.

Instead, she simply turned around and walked towards the door.

‘I’ll be back in a pinch… if you excuse me.’

As she closed the door on her back, she could hear the many laughs in the room. None of that disturbed her, however.

«I need to…! Oh!! I need to…!»

Desperately, with the documents in hand, she looked for the bathroom, where she would finally get…

‘Oooow…!!’ …some fucking release!


‘It’s all for your own sake, you hear me, my bitch, busty Barbie!’ She squeezed her blond friend’s breasts and fondled her chiseled abs. ‘It’s all to get your body nice and ready… for my man, okay?’ She smiled. ‘You haven’t experienced anything yet! Aaah! You’re going to learn what an orgasm really is… uuuuiii!… when my man finally gets inside you… so sweet and deep! Ooow…. oooww!!’

Once finished with her masterful domination, the muscle brunette found it good to rise up and… estimate the damages around the place.

Right there, where they were, in the middle of the bathroom, right in between the blonde’s legs, there were over twenty ounces of female spunk, which still couldn’t compare to…

‘Goddamn it!’

…the half-gallon of nectar she herself had ejaculated close to the sink.

Another quarter gallon was near one corner of the bathroom, close to the sinks and its mirrors, mixed with several other ounces of piss.

All and all, those two big mare-ladies had ejaculated and pissed close to three-quarters of females juices. Not bad, not bad at all.

‘I’ve done so much worse.’ The brunette snapped her fingers, getting closer to the sink and the mirrors to watch her own body. ‘When I’m with five or six other girls…. oooh…. that orgy, that one time, when I dealt with twelve women at once… yuuumm!!’

She flexed. Her sculptural body, carved out of mahogany, shone with all her muscles perfectly contracted, impeccably ripped and shredded in from of the mirror.

Her pussy dripped with the thick, fat jets of her own nectar. She still had a lot of energy to release, but she knew it could only be released…

‘Wow, how hot I am! Oooww!!’ And she spoke to her own reflection —or rather, her reflexion spoke to her. ‘Let’s fuck, shall we? Finish what we started, huh? Huh?’

Her absurdly muscular reflection seemed to answer with a blink of an eye and several flexings of her muscles.

The brunette lowered her fingers down to her pussy and, flexing her super-powerful muscles in front of the mirror…

‘Oooow… oooohh… ooowww!!’

She supported herself on the sink. The pleasure of her manly, absurdly warm touch…

‘Fuuuuck!!’

Drop-drop… sbloorshh! She felt the liquids stocked inside her cunt fall heavy and bountiful on the floor, some even over her feet.

Blam-blam! She spread her legs and, looking straight at herself in the mirror…

‘Oooowww!!!’

… she sank her fingers deep inside her pussy. With unparalleled aggressivity, she began to masturbate. The pleasure that flowed through all her muscles was unrivaled.

‘Oooooowww!!!’

Regardless of how many men or girls she fucked, she could never feel as much pleasure as when… fucking her own self!

It was as if she and only she, of all the hot bitches in the world, could give herself this same kind of uber-intense, ultra-masculine pleasure.

‘Fuuuuck…. ooow, ooow, ooooowww…..!!’ She smiled at her reflection, giving it an air kiss. ‘How hot I am… ooow!!’

She spread her legs even wider. Her fingering didn’t just look like mere fingering, but an aggression against her own cunt! As if, in a matter of seconds…

‘AAAAAHHHHHHH…!!!’

…she was going to draw blood from it!

With her body now getting hard and her fist pounding her own cunt at the speed of forty of fifty pulsations every single second, her fingers deep inside her cooch and all her erogenous spots being expertly massacred, the brunette stared longingly at her reflection and… and…

She flexed! One of her biceps contracted with matchless power, followed by her six ultra-shredded abs muscles, with two new ones growing just below the lowest pair, right above her pussy.

‘OOOOHHH-OIOOOHHH–OOOHHHH…!!!’

The brunette flexed her pecs and made both of her gigantic, titanic, obscene tits hop!

Sssqquiiiiisshh!! Milk as thick as chantilly burst from her nipples, falling heavily inside the kitchen.

‘Goddess! Goddess… GODDEEEEESSSSS!!!!’

Behind her, feeling a breath right over her nape, the brunette noticed the presence of a spirit drawing closer and… helping her masturbate!

«Hera!»

Her guardian goddess was there, taking her by her back, holding her hands, fondling her muscles, and guiding her towards an earth-shattering orgasm!

«You’re so beautiful, my daughter!»

‘OOOOORRRHHHHHHH!!!!’

The brunette could swear the spirit spoke directly to her. «Come! I wanna come… stronger than any man.»

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‘It’s all for your own sake, you hear me, my bitch, busty Barbie!’ She squeezed her blond friend’s breasts and fondled her chiseled abs. ‘It’s all to get your body nice and ready… for my man, okay?’ She smiled. ‘You haven’t experienced anything yet! Aaah! You’re going to learn what an orgasm really is… uuuuiii!… when my man finally gets inside you… so sweet and deep! Ooow…. oooww!!’

Once finished with her masterful domination, the muscle brunette found it good to rise up and… estimate the damages around the place.

Right there, where they were, in the middle of the bathroom, right in between the blonde’s legs, there were over twenty ounces of female spunk, which still couldn’t compare to…

‘Goddamn it!’

…the half-gallon of nectar she herself had ejaculated close to the sink.

Another quarter gallon was near one corner of the bathroom, close to the sinks and its mirrors, mixed with several other ounces of piss.

All and all, those two big mare-ladies had ejaculated and pissed close to three-quarters of females juices. Not bad, not bad at all.

‘I’ve done so much worse.’ The brunette snapped her fingers, getting closer to the sink and the mirrors to watch her own body. ‘When I’m with five or six other girls…. oooh…. that orgy, that one time, when I dealt with twelve women at once… yuuumm!!’

She flexed. Her sculptural body, carved out of mahogany, shone with all her muscles perfectly contracted, impeccably ripped and shredded in from of the mirror.

Her pussy dripped with the thick, fat jets of her own nectar. She still had a lot of energy to release, but she knew it could only be released…

‘Wow, how hot I am! Oooww!!’ And she spoke to her own reflection —or rather, her reflexion spoke to her. ‘Let’s fuck, shall we? Finish what we started, huh? Huh?’

Her absurdly muscular reflection seemed to answer with a blink of an eye and several flexings of her muscles.

The brunette lowered her fingers down to her pussy and, flexing her super-powerful muscles in front of the mirror…

‘Oooow… oooohh… ooowww!!’

She supported herself on the sink. The pleasure of her manly, absurdly warm touch…

‘Fuuuuck!!’

Drop-drop… sbloorshh! She felt the liquids stocked inside her cunt fall heavy and bountiful on the floor, some even over her feet.

Blam-blam! She spread her legs and, looking straight at herself in the mirror…

‘Oooowww!!!’

… she sank her fingers deep inside her pussy. With unparalleled aggressivity, she began to masturbate. The pleasure that flowed through all her muscles was unrivaled.

‘Oooooowww!!!’

Regardless of how many men or girls she fucked, she could never feel as much pleasure as when… fucking her own self!

It was as if she and only she, of all the hot bitches in the world, could give herself this same kind of uber-intense, ultra-masculine pleasure.

‘Fuuuuck…. ooow, ooow, ooooowww…..!!’ She smiled at her reflection, giving it an air kiss. ‘How hot I am… ooow!!’

She spread her legs even wider. Her fingering didn’t just look like mere fingering, but an aggression against her own cunt! As if, in a matter of seconds…

‘AAAAAHHHHHHH…!!!’

…she was going to draw blood from it!

With her body now getting hard and her fist pounding her own cunt at the speed of forty of fifty pulsations every single second, her fingers deep inside her cooch and all her erogenous spots being expertly massacred, the brunette stared longingly at her reflection and… and…

She flexed! One of her biceps contracted with matchless power, followed by her six ultra-shredded abs muscles, with two new ones growing just below the lowest pair, right above her pussy.

‘OOOOHHH-OIOOOHHH–OOOHHHH…!!!’

The brunette flexed her pecs and made both of her gigantic, titanic, obscene tits hop!

Sssqquiiiiisshh!! Milk as thick as chantilly burst from her nipples, falling heavily inside the kitchen.

‘Goddess! Goddess… GODDEEEEESSSSS!!!!’

Behind her, feeling a breath right over her nape, the brunette noticed the presence of a spirit drawing closer and… helping her masturbate!

«Hera!»

Her guardian goddess was there, taking her by her back, holding her hands, fondling her muscles, and guiding her towards an earth-shattering orgasm!

«You’re so beautiful, my daughter!»

‘OOOOORRRHHHHHHH!!!!’

The brunette could swear the spirit spoke directly to her. «Come! I wanna come… stronger than any man.»

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‘In his first year, he impregnated 102 women. As the son of a bitch wasn’t too exceptionally fertile back then, he managed an average of ‘only’ 1.8 kids per woman. Still, in a single year… he had 184 children.’

The woman’s heart jolted in her chest.

‘A hundred… and eighty!…’

‘Oh, my dear, now’s when the math starts getting interesting. Our male doesn’t impregnate our ladies just once; in reality, as soon as he senses they’re fertile again after giving birth to his kids…’

‘Oh!’

‘…he knocks them up again —every year, year after year, nonstop!’

The woman suddenly spread her legs open, making the dark spot on her pants… squiiiiiiissh… grow.

‘What did you say?’

‘The man is a bull.’ Another soldier continued. ‘Actually… a literal bull, wild in state of nature, wouldn’t be able to match his numbers.’

And another soldier:

‘He’s one of the most fertile beings in all the mammalian family. Even rats or rabbits can’t compare to his legendary fecundity.’

The general cut them both:

‘As soon as a woman gives birth to his children… as soon as possible, he goes back to fecundating her. The same works for every single lady in his harem —which, I must remind you, never stops growing.’

The poor journalist only swallowed up dryly, barely believing what she heard, but also barely avoiding the temptation of asking, nearly begging for more juicy information:

‘What else… what else does he…?’

The general continued:

‘From his second year of breeding onwards, his fertility became… truly scary.’ His face sunk into darkness. ‘That second year, his harem had 250 women… all of whom were impregnated! At year’s end, an average of 2.4 kids was registered. If you’re keeping track, my dear, that’s 544 sons and daughters.’

‘544!!’

‘Yeah, that’s right. In his second year of coitus, he had already become one of the most fertile men in history.’

The reporter’s heart couldn’t keep still in one place, much like her enormous, extraordinarily thick legs couldn’t stop stretching the fabric of her pants after crossing so many times.

Cold sweat began to appear on her face, yet the general pressed on without mercy:

‘You should get a calculator, dear, because the math is going to get insanely complex from now on.’

«By God!!»

The general breathed in deep and kept narrating the biblical fecundity of his soldier.

‘On his third year, if I recall it well… our guy’s harem had reached 800 women, hadn’t it?’

‘798, sir.’

‘798… oh. Please, lend me these papers. It’s impossible to keep track of his performance just on the head.’

‘Yes, sir.’

While the soldiers organized themselves, the reporter prepared her body for the… avalanche of sexuality… that mythical soldier would present to her!

‘Here it is. Third year of harem. 798 women… all of which he knocked up handsomely. That year, his fecundity was of 2.8 kids per woman, which totals about…’

‘Excuse me, excuse me! What did you say?!’

The officer looked down severely at her.

‘Dear, if you keep interrupting me at every word…’

‘But, sir, please, I… I’ve got to understand: what do you mean his fecundity was 2.8?’

‘I mean that, for every woman he slept with, he had an average of almost three kids.’

‘Every woman??’

‘That’s right.’ The journalist pressed her immense thighs against one another, making the cunt blast off numerous jets of love juices on her pink panties.

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The reporter couldn’t take her eyes off the window, finding the whole situation all too strange.

‘This doesn’t seem to me like a military base to me.’ She told her driver, who calmly replied:

‘It doesn’t have to look like one. The activities here, let’s say, are very ‘different’ from your standard military operation.

‘Mmm. I see.’ And she smiled with a naughty expression. ‘Your ‘super soldier,’ am I right?’

The man gulped dryly and answered with his voice quivering:

‘E-exactly.’

The reporter went back to reading the notes on her small tablet while the driver, from time to time, gave her a sly look through the rear mirror.

He had seen his fair share of pretty reporters, but that one right there…

«Holy fuck!» That Nordic blond beauty belonged to a Victoria Secret catwalk!

She knew she was being spied on, and liked every second of the attention. Ever since she got boobs and butt, around her fifteen years of age, the male attention had been a universal constant.

She could very easily follow an international modeling career if she ever wanted some easy money. But no: international journalism’s where the action was, so she followed her heart to this more exciting, albeit less glamorous career.

She bit the back of her pencil while reading those impossible notes. Outside the armored vehicle, green hills and enchanting groves kept appearing alongside the road, like the world’s most scenic resort.

«Super soldier, super soldier…» She repeated on her head, still in disbelief about everything that has been told to her.

Because, well, how could she? What a bunch of crazy stuff!

The program had started in 1994 and only bore fruits in 2022 —some eight years ago! Ten billion dollars had been spent on it, yet the results were said to surpass even the wildest expectations.

«Somehow, the army started winning every single battle to which this… soldier… was sent, and it seems to also be profiting a lot from the investment funds connected to the program. Mmm. This all needs a lot of explaining, honestly.»

Especially considering that everything seemed to revolve around a single soldier, nothing else!

‘This soldier was sent to over 128 battles… alone.’ Some generals explained, days before, in preparation for the interview. ‘He won them all… alone.’

She raised an eyebrow, nearly breaking into laughter.

‘A single soldier won almost 200 battles… all by himself?’

‘Yes.’

‘Fighting against how many enemies?’

‘Some battles, dozens. A few others… hundreds.’

And another officer went on:

‘The biggest campaign to which he was sent had over three thousand enemies… and he had them all destroyed by the end of the week.’

The reporter then began to feel a squeeze on her heart and a spicy tightening in the middle of her legs.

‘This soldier…’ She gulped. ‘He’s a man, isn’t he?’

‘Naturally.’

‘And he… managed to defeat over three thousand other men… by himself?’

The soldiers simply nodded and said in unison:

‘Yes.’

The reporter felt her breasts harden, further stretching  the shirt around her cleavage.

Every piece of clothing she wore ended up with an ample cleavage, actually, regardless of how conservative or ‘priestly’ she chose to dress. It was impossible to be any other way, for her breasts not only were gigantic but also extraordinarily shapely and hardy.

Sometimes, it could be incredibly embarrassing to interview anyone with those two titanic balls dangling from her chest —especially if her subject happened to be a man.

That bombshell of a Nordic valkyrie quite simply had the world’s most stupendous titties.

As the car approached the main building, she saw how the whole place was designed like a luxury resort rather than a scientific or military place.

Vast lakes embellished the environment, surrounded by ample complexes of fancy-looking buildings and many pools and recreational areas.

Five-star resorts, indeed, could barely compare to that place. She was jaw-dropped.

«7.6-feet tall. 480 pounds.’» She read the data on her tablet, still refusing to believe it.

7.6-feet tall. 480 pounds of pure muscle… literally: the body fat index of that guy was inferior to 1%. And his age…

«My god…» She bit her lips and crossed her long, thick, sculptural legs.

7.6ft-tall, 480lbs of muscle mass, over 128 missions fought and won with his bare fists… and all of that… only by the age of!… «24 years old!»

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