Chapter 1

Vanessa didn’t know what to expect as she stepped into the church. Was God going to cure her of the fact that, well, she was one massive, cheating whore?

«Well, » she thought to herself, «that’s what miracles are for, right?» And that particular church seemed to be very prone to miracles, at least according to her friends.

At first glance, she was really impressed by the building’s presentation. «These Catholics really know how to live large, huh?» She turned her eyes to the meticulous Gothic architecture of the sprawling building, gazing at its stained windows as she knelt before one of the many long seats.

She looked at her Lord and Savior on the cross and was turned on by it. «God, what a hunk!» She whispered to the Lord in a silk, slivering voice inside her mind. «Your Son is such a hottie!» It was one of those Jesus statues where the sculptor didn’t spare expense in crafting every muscle and highlighting every ripped, tensed fiber of the body. Jesus’s thighs looked gym-rat swollen and his belly sported an enviable six-pack. Hell, even his chest was wide and chiseled. The Lord had a strong, masculine face, with a long, rectangular jaw, a long messy beard, and the blood pouring from his forehead into his muscular body made his sweaty frame even sexier.

Looking at that idol of redemption and self-sacrifice, Vanessa pucked her lips, then bit them, wondering how long and hard Jesus must have been in real life. «Given that he was the son of God, he must have had many blessings that the Bible doesn’t describe.» She smiled, looking at his long, strong, muscular legs, oh, my!

Some older ladies stared reproachingly at her, and she tried to breathe more calmly and gaze less lustily upon the Son of God. She couldn’t help with the reproving looks anywhere she went, though, especially in such a holy place. Mary Magdalen herself wouldn’t cause such stir if she walked naked in the temple of the Pharisees!

Not that he dressed immodestly or anything. «With this body of mine, there’s no way I can look modest. Like, ever!»

She was right. Even as she covered herself with a beautiful, white dress that looked like a tunic or a hijab, she still couldn’t hide the aggressive shape of her athletic body. Standing on the crowd was an unavoidable issue everywhere as she rose 6.2-feet above the ground with a massive, over-muscular frame to strike jealousy at any fitness goddess.

Her massive melons were proportional to her towering height: easily double-G cups that bounced very slowly, powerfully, and noisily everywhere she walked. They were not only unbelievably large, but also hard! Almost pure muscle, in fact, as if her fat was made of some uber-concentrated gel.

Yet there was way more to her body than just her world-shattering knockers. Her arms were ripped and bulging, thanks to the many years of intensive work-out dedication, and her waist was thin, but visibly firm and muscular. Whenever she went to the beach, dudes and ladies alike were jaw-dropped by the eight-pack she so casually displayed. Marvel-movie instructors usually checked her out for tips on how to train new superhero actors!

She was a thick, super goddess who felt no shame in having naughty, lusty thoughts about the Lord or whomever, honestly. With thighs as powerful as hers, she could easily crush any man foolish enough to provoke her. Her legs were built like boulders, and her ass had the firmness and power of two Everest’s. It was a rear so impossibly hard and large she needed two hands to count the traffic jams and accidents she had caused by men (and girls) checking her out.

Clothes, indeed, seemed to be the biggest of her problems. She had the height of a girl and a half and the body mass of easily three, maybe even four women, so every piece she bought and every custom dress she ordered needed to account for all that size. All in all, her full wardrobe was worth an entire factory. In a single day, she must have worn enough clothes to dress a small European village –and that’s with her trying to be modest, as was the case on that special day.

She pretended to pray while she spied her surroundings with her big, dark-caramel eyes, moistening her large, thick, naturally-amber lips as she tried to understand what was so special about that church. «Girls never shut up about it. It’s almost an obsession!»

“You’ve got to go there!” They said, always cryptically, with naughty smiles in their faces. “It’s really going to cure you of all your ailments.”

With a deep breath, she felt her sturdy gazongas defying the fabric of her dress. She couldn’t know what they meant by it, but deep down she had a faint understanding of the matter. She wouldn’t dare to miss on the church, even if she herself no longer believed in the foolish dogmas of her parents.

«Marrying was such a stupid idea.» She thought as she undid her praying stance and held the golden ring in her hand, screwing it around on her finger while she contemplated whether that idea was really worth her time. «A woman like me ain’t made for just one guy. Oh, no.» She felt the fire burning in her breast, them spreading around her wide, powerful mare-like hips. «Oh, no, no, I’m not.» She thought, giving a lascivious smile to Jesus.

Her body alone would require five guys a day to be satisfied –which was exactly the amount of man-flesh she consumed during college. It was usual for her to crack the cocks of lesser males and even wreck the beds of a few dorm rooms too many when she was feeling particularly aroused. She couldn’t help it, of course: when you’ve got the body of an Amazon goddess, you fuck like a fucking goddess. It was not her fault that men were rarely up her level. «It was so stupid of me to think... » She twisted her lips, «that my fucking husband would.»

Her poor husband! What a hunk, what a gentleman ... and what a cuckold! She couldn’t help but feel really bad for cheating on the poor bastard, even though he was as perfect a husband as any wife could ever wish for. «Well, guess that’s just my nature!» She sighed. «A scorpion is made for stinging, a dog is made for barking, and I ... I am made for fucking! You can’t expect anything different from me.» She stuck her large, imposing tongue out of her mouth and licked, very slowly and sensuously, the side of her lips. «Nor can you expect chastity or loyalty from a mare with the soul of a rabid snake like moi.»

Well, it was useless. If she was having these kinds of thoughts in church, no amount of confession would ever cure her. Her girlfriends must have just been playing with her, «those nasty whores.» She couldn’t hold her thoughts back even as she looked to the dying figure of Jesus Christ and wondered: «unless the Lord comes down from Heavens and personally fucks the soul out of me, I’ll keep being the raging whore that I am. It can’t be helped. I’ll divorce my husband’s ass, take half his money, and fuck my way into oblivion until my beauty eventually fades.» Which, she later pondered, would take a hell-a long time. «My body is so good, » she felt again a burning heat growing inside her, making every muscle of her massive physique throb and ripple, «that gravity will only have an effect on me when I’m 80 ... if that!»

While she was thinking about her awesomeness and getting off just by imagining her naked self, something else called her attention: by the sound of it, someone was coming from the back of the temple and walking towards her.

She opened her eyes. Everything froze for a second. «Oh... »

Walking towards her was a figure she had only pictured in her nastiest dreams or peeked in the covers of the filthiest erotica. Sadly, it was not a naked figure, but its sheer size and weight made all the sexy work for her imagination. «Fuck!» She thought again, resisting the urge of rubbing her eyes. «Who the fuck is this hunk??»

Stradling along the middle row of the cathedral, a priest made himself heard with his mighty steps and the loud, powerful swings of his humongously built arms. He was dressed all in black, with that clerical collar on his neck, and it was ridiculous how thick the man was!

God! The collar alone should have been worth the cloth of three other collars, for his neck was unbelievably wide as well as muscular, just like the rest of him.

Even though that man was all covered in tight, black clothing, that only seemed to make him more obscene. «Jesus Christ, look at those legs!» Her heart stopped. «What the fuck is that bulge??» In the myriad of muscles of that man, indeed, one feature between his legs became inescapable to any prying eye: a daunting mass of meat badly hid beneath the dark pants; a huge, sprawling snake clumsily curled into itself, with many knots and ties trying to make its gargantuan length just a tad bit less obscene.

By the time that walking, breathing piece of sin got to her, the poor woman was panting. The man gave her a most beautiful, shiny of smiles, and then she admired his perfect teeth like a rancher would the teeth of a horse –a huge, mighty, study stallion with balls worth five other horses!

“You must be Vanessa, right?” The priest asked, and for a moment she thought she was hearing the voice of god. That stud had the deepest, thickest voice he’d ever heard. Not even her husband managed to be so grave.

“Mm-mm.” She nodded like a little girl as that huge tower of a man stretched his massive, open palm to her.

“I’m father Gaston. Very nice to meet you.”

She looked to his hand, his arm, and felt a sudden tightening of her labia. Her cooch was not only wet, but soaking the tight, expensive panties that, for some reason, she thought would be a nice idea to wear on that day. Inside her crotch, she felt her ovaries working overtime before the scent and the aura of that man whose body, voice, size, and weight screamed nothing else but “I’m a perfect breeder, and my purpose is to solely fill up big ladies like you with dozens of strong babies.”

Before she even realized, she had spread her huge, thick legs a little, shaking the hand of that stud and feeling his power. «By ... the fucking ... gods!» She felt an explosion inside as she saw how her big, strong legs dwarfed in comparison to the massive hands (almost hooves!) of that man-bull.

How big was that stud?? Seven feet?? Eight?!

She could easily estimate the height of a man up to 6.6 feet, which had been the tallest dude she’d ever fucked –her husband—, yet that hunk tore past any of her metrics. He was a towering elephant, a monument of virility she never thought possible in the human race.

Men that big simply weren’t real! Like ... their existence was a biological impossibility!

Yet there he was, a miracle turned flesh, shaking her hand vigorously and displaying the kind of effortless power that could be equal parts dangerous and arousing. That was a man who could elevate her to the heights of pleasures ... as well as kiss her with a flick of his fingers!

Every inch of his massive, horse-like body screamed “power,” and there he was, wearing those constricting clothes, when instead he should be tearing her pants apart and sticking his mighty rod in her...

“So,” he broke her train of thought with his mighty voice, “you’ve got a confession scheduled for today, right?”

She tried her best to pick up the pieces of her mind and reply with her usually firm, “strong-independent-woman” voice.

“Y-yes.” She failed. The priest smiled, opened his arms and invited her:

“Then let’s start. I’ve never seen you before here, dear. Are you a regular of this church?”

«With a hunk like you as the father, I might as well become.» She thought as she bit her lips and answered with a more calm, confident voice:

“I’m not much of a faithful person, father. Honestly, I’ve never been to church since my teenage years. It was a phase that has long passed, but now...” Her eyes glided down on the man’s back. “Now I need help. Lots of help ... father.” She was hypnotized by the rise and fall of that man’s powerful glutes. He had an ass almost as overdeveloped as hers, with the difference that his ... was pure muscle!

«I can see the ripples of his muscles fibers under his pants!» She thought as her heart raced. «What the fuck! What is a guy like this doing as a priest?!» She walked with her legs closer together, rubbing her cunt as they approached the confession booth.

“Well, sister, whatever problems you may have, rest assured that they will be resolved today.” And he gave one final look at her before stepping into the booth. “I promise.” She saw a distinct fire in his eye right when he entered the enormous box. «Holy fuck!» She thought. The thing was easily four times the size of a usual booth. Lavishly decorated, of course, and apparently custom made for the cocky giant.

The priest waited for her inside.

“You can come in, dear sister.” He talked to her really like a shepherd to his flock or an older brother to his beloved sister. That authoritative, commanding tone made her groins burn like wildfire. As she spread her legs quickly, she felt drips of hot liquids on her thighs. Her cunt was literally dripping with arousal. «Jesus, girl, keep it together!» She looked up before entering the booth. «I know he’s a hunk built like a fucking boulder, but please, try not to be so easy!»

She never felt like that with any man, not even the bona fide horse that was her husband. There was something special about that guy; something ‘extra’ –other than the fact, of course, that he was the biggest human being she had ever encountered.

The massive woman entered the booth, which was large enough to accommodate two or her. Inside, through the wooden partition standing between them, she realized that, even with all that size, the booth seemed too small to contain all the size of the unholy priest.

The massive stallion noticed her curious look and smiled.

“This was the biggest the Church could find in the country.” He pointed up. “I’m glad it fits you, for you too –if you pardon my noticing—are a big person, a very well-built and muscular woman, but I guess it’s still too small for me.”

She cleaned her throat while looking at that massive man sitting before her. It was a pleasant weather outside, but the booth seemed to get as hot as an oven after just a few minutes with both of them inside. A faint steam formed outside it as the two well-endowed creatures gazed longingly at each other’s perfect faces –the perfect female watching the perfect male, and vice-versa.

Her heart beat with distinct arousal, whereas his was calm, though also naturally powerful. For every throb of his, hers throbbed three or four times. Before she could even think of something to say, she realized she was sweating cold. «Holy shit, girl! Get a grip! Be as mighty in will as you are in body!» The priest cut her off, however, seemingly reading her mind:

“Are you nervous, sister?”

She didn’t look at him as she answered. For the first time in her life, she was just too scared.

“I guess I am, father. The weight of many sins falls upon my shoulders. Sins that I’ve committed and...” She risked one glance at the stud, «sins I want so desperately to commit.»

All the time the father was laughing, though less condescending and more ... enticing.

“What are those sins you have committed, my dear, beautiful big sister.”

She crossed her legs, making the wood of the booth creak.

“Is that how you speak to all your faithful, father?”

“To those who are beautiful and praiseworthy, definitely.” His eyes were set like stone in her body. His confidence was unparalleled. Jesus, she had never met a man even half as self-assured as that massive, walking piece of distilled masculinity! Still, she tried to clap back:

“What if some of them feel offended?” She quickly added: “What if I feel offended?” And the priest quickly replied:

“They never do, just like you aren’t.”

“Oh?”

“Of course not, sister. I beg your pardon (again!), but you can take a good look at me. Women (and their husbands) are never offended when they get complimented by a gorgeous male like me. It’s part of their nature, you know, and my particular way of serving god.” He winked. “I spread beauty and prosperity through the word.” And she felt, deep down, that these were not the only things that father spread in his faithful.

“Very arrogant for a father, don’t you think?”

“No, my sister. It’s not arrogance, it’s just nature.” The huge bull moved around the booth, making it creak so hard it almost felt like it was falling apart. “But let’s go to your sins, which you need confessing. Tell me, sister, what is that brings you back to church?”

She had the urge of screaming “your raging, massive cock!,” but she got a hold of herself. In fact, her arousal briefly went into the background as the guilt set in and she confessed her sin:

“Father ... oh, handsome father ... I have cheated on my husband.”

“Uh.” The man simply said. God, how deep and powerful were even his most casual grunts!

“Many times. I have cheated on him many, many times. I have tried, oh father, to control myself and be a good wife, like the church or even society expects me to be, but to no avail.” She then looked at the massive man, and her face couldn’t resist a smile. “You see, father ... I like men. I like big, massive men, with equally massive, horse-like cocks in their legs.” The father stood firm, smiling placidly, completely unshaken by her words.

“You’re very descriptive, aren’t you, sister?”

Her smile only grew bigger and shinier, with her legs slowly spreading apart and her whole self feeling much more comfortable inside that scalding box.

“Father, there’s no way not to. I think it’s important for you to, uh, understand the dimension of my sin.”

“Of course, sister.” The man stood fatally still. His eyes seemed to be sucking her soul and massaging her womb. “Continue. How many men have you slept with since you married?”

“Father,” she gulped, “I’ve lost track of it, honestly. I was faithful for a few weeks, but then I fell into the world. I don’t know what I can do to...”

“Let me stop you right there, sister, for I believe you have not heard my question right.” There was a burning, volcanic heat coming from him. “How many men?”

“Oh ... is that important?”

He simply said:

“You will answer as I ask.”

Her pussy squirted a few threads of juices in her pants. Her body shivered and her right hand grabbed the partition in from of her. When the father spoke, she felt as if a finger had stroked her clit. Unwittingly, she experienced a quick orgasm there in the booth, and her sex juices formed small puddles on her feet, dripping copiously through her legs.

He found some courage and strength to reply:

“I’ve lost count of the men, father. I guess they were one a day, at first, then two, then five.”

“You’ve slept with five men a day?”

She felt a quick rush of shame flow up to her head –though it was quickly replaced by arousal.

“I used to. Now ... oh, father, I usually do orgies with ten men a day.”

“Are you the only woman in those orgies?”

“Father, I-I don’t see how’s that...”

“You answer as I ask, slut, or I’ll end this confession.”

Her labia expelled a few more cups of cunt juice before she continued with her wavering, quipping voice:

“Father ... yes, father, I am the only woman in these swarms of studs.”

“Well, oh, well, sister. And can you take all ten men by yourself?”

She looked up to that mountain of a guy, lust burning in her eyes.

“Father, ten men are my bare minimum. I need to fuck them three or four times in succession until I get my satisfaction. It’s frustrating, father, for even the strongest, sturdiest studs can’t take my body.” She ran her hands through her body, feeling the infinite folds and valleys of her mountainous muscles. “I milk them dry with my powerful cunt time and time again, yet most can’t take two sessions of fucking with me. Even as I let them rest for an hour, they never fully recover.”

“Mm.”

Her hands climbed to her bosom, teasing an unbuttoning of the dress that shut her massive, double-G cup breasts from sight.

“I fuck three at once until they collapse in exhaustion on the floor, then I keep going until they’re all asleep, usually less than two hours of fucking. I’m thinking about sleeping with twenty men at once to see if they can keep up, but that’s never a guarantee.” She laughed with distinct arrogance. “Father, I’m afraid I need at least fifty men to get my satisfaction.”

“And your husband can’t perform his husbandly duties on par with your ... mm, how do I put it?” He smiled. “Prodigious fecundity?”

She shook her head.

“My husband is an incredible man. A big, 6.6ft-tall, 250-pound, 14in man ... yet he’s still just one man.”

Something in her confession caught the attention of the father.

“Fourteen inches, you say?”

“Yes, father.” She played with her tongue in her mouth, biting it while pressing its tip against her cheeks. “That’s the size of his cock.”

“Hard or soft?”

The question amazed her for a minute. «I mean ... of course hard! C-can any man be fourteen inches soft?!» Still, she answered:

“S-soft.”

“Mm. Good.”

“H-he’s...” She tried to get her upper hand on that arrogant servant of the Lord. “In one thing I married right: he’s the biggest man a woman can fuck!” The priest then chuckled. “What’s so funny about it?”

“Oh, dear.” He looked straight at her. “He is not.”

Her legs were spread as wide as that booth allowed, with her knees touching each side of the cramped box. Her heart was racing; her sight, almost blurring.

“You ... well...” She shook her head. “I want to be faithful to him, father. I want to be ... a little less horny than I am today.” She dared to look at him. “I suppose you don’t have a solution for that, do you?”

As the priest moved very slightly in the booth, the whole cathedral seemed to rumble.

“Oh, sister, I do have a solution for you.”

“Oh?”

“It has nothing to do with chastity, however.” He moved closer to her, his face towering over her body behind the partition. “You will always be a slut. A filthy, powerful, raging slut.”

“How dare you...”

“Shut up, whore, and listen.” Her body froze as the father commanded: “You will never be faithful to your husband –or faithful for any one man, for that matter—because that’s not your nature.” He turned his mighty gaze all over her massive body, examining her just like a hunter would do his large prey. “You’re a mare. A giantess. You’re a powerful boulder of a lady who requires dozens of men a day to survive. I know your kind and I don’t reproach you. The power the courses through your veins is comparable to the power of the Lord Himself: a pure power of creation and damnation; the power to give life, as well as to drain the life and the milk of all the several cocks you milk. You’re a beast, a titan, and there’s nothing in this universe that can cure your sex-crazed addiction if not more sex, and harder sex –fucking like only beasts can, for that’s what you are.” He showed her his teeth. “A fucking beast.”

At that point, Vanessa was panting, her breast powerfully stretching the fabric of her clothes, slowly tearing it open as she helplessly fought back:

“Then you mean ... I’m hopeless?”

“No. There is one hope for you, though it does not lie on chastity or even strict loyalty to your husband.”

“Well, what hope is that?” She crossed her arms, making her huge milk-makers even more bloated. “Fuck my way to an early grave?”

“No.” The priest’s body seemed to enlarge. “Fuck just one other man.” He turned a large finger to his chest. “Me.”

A mixture of feelings ran over her body, which seemed in flames as she felt that priest becoming even larger, stretching the dark, restricting clothing in his gargantuan body.

“What did you say?”

“You’ve heard me right, slut. You’ll never be faithful, but at least you can replace all these lesser men for a man who’s up to the task.” Again, he pointed to his chest. “Me.”

She thought of laughing, but that man’s face was one no person could laugh at –not ever her mighty self.

“P-please!” She whimpered. “Y-you ... oh, you can’t be serious.”

With a voice as deep as the bowels of the Earth, the preacher commanded:

“Open the partition.”

“Oh.” She just looked at the barrier between them, not for a second considering to disobey the massive man or even leave the booth and storm out of the church. Her hands wailed around the box until the found the slot for the partition. Slowly, she pushed it open, revealing the massive body of that human stud. “Fuck!”

The guy seemed even more massive when sitting down, with the obscene endowment in the middle of his pants looking like an engorged mountain of serpentine meat. Her eyes were throbbing just as hard as her heart, with her whole body shaking like a female pussy in heat. “Fuck!” She repeated. Her gaze could not get enough of that massive manhood resting between the man’s tights.

He spread his massive legs, making a coarse noise in the cabin. The sound of his meat logs was almost like a large, iron door rumbling. His thighs were as huge as Greek columns, yet so much harder!

Without control of her movements, she put her hands on those massive legs and squeezed them, feeling how his skin didn’t bulge even a fraction of an inch. That monster was harder than steel.

“Holy fuck! Do fathers work out?”

“I never worked out my entire life, bitch. This what you see is what Mother Nature gave me.”

“Fuck!”

“I’m a blessed man.” The father laid his hands in his crotch, fondling the serpent that lied there, semi-dormant. The monster between his monstrous legs was slowly waking up, twitching and throbbing as it felt the fresh female meat so close to it. “I’ll help you with your ills, and after that you’ll need no other man but me.”

“How c-can you...” But she squealed as the father grabbed her head and pulled her hair, squeezing her neck with the other hand just powerful enough so she could feel the immense strength that bison possessed in each of his plentiful muscles.

“Shut up, whore, and listen. I am the only bull you will ever need in your life. After your cunt is stretched and massacred by my cock, there will not be a man (or horse, or donkey!) who’ll be able to satisfy you.” With one hand, he grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it, making the massive knocker lactate.

Vanessa whimpered as she felt her juices bursting from her cunt. She was orgasming, or at least very close to it.

“I will fuck you day and night until you beg for me to stop. But I won’t stop, whore, I won’t; instead, I’ll keep pounding your slutty butt and cunt until they’re a puddle of meat as mushy and soft as the juices I’ll extract from your cunt with my massive, donkey dick.” A demonic smile appeared in his face as he serviced his hand with her breasts. “You said your husband is fourteen inches hard? Very well. I just so happen to be sixteen inches ... soft.”

Her heart froze.

“What?!” She yelped maybe a bit too loud, forcing the father to squeeze her neck harder.

“Shut up, slut.” Yet her mind couldn’t shut up: «what?! What did he say?!» He was sixteen inches ... soft?! Part of her wanted to laugh, another part wanted to run away for her life, yet her entire being wanted to submit and ... be torn in half by that bull; that horse stud in a human body! “Fuck!!” The heat that consumed her seemed to come from the bowels of hell itself.

The father let her go, and she realized he had effortlessly lifted her body up a few inches on the chair. As her incredible rear hit the cushion, the booth creaked loudly. Smiling like the devil, the priest pointed to the monstrous volume twitching and hardening in his pants.

“I want you to go down and suck me, bitch. First, I need to see if you’re big enough to handle my tool.” While her mind wondered what he meant by “big enough,” the father kept bragging: “you’re clearly the biggest woman I’ve ever met, and easily one of the biggest on the planet, yet size alone is not enough to prove sexual prowess, you see.”

She managed a naughty smile.

“And what I said about the orgies? Isn’t that enough?”

“Bitches lie all the time.”

“Oh.”

“If there’s one thing that can’t lie, it’s your lovely mouth on my cock.” The father unzipped his pants, exposing the white boxers stretched by that ... fucking outrageous Lock Ness monster of penile meat. “Suck me. Suck me until I dump my load, you fucking whore.”

“Oh.”

“Once you’ve had a piece of me, you can go back to your husband in peace. You ain’t fucking any other men but him ... and me.” He gave a smile so arrogant even a college jock would call him an “asshole.” “Two men for the rest of your life instead of hundreds. Seem like a good trade in the name of your virtue, right?”

“You...!” But she was cut off:

“Shut up, whore.” He pointed down to his massive member. “Get the taste now of a real man. Come on. If you pass this test, then I’ll do to you what your husband or fifty other men combined can’t ever do. Suck me ... or get the fuck out.”