Chapter 5

We can barely see a thing through the thick, boiling steam. Every around us is ... cum. Cum. Cum! Bubbling cum. Boiling cum. Sizzling hot cum.

Blorsh! Blorb! Bluursh!

Cum making these thick, wet noises, like all the noises of very, very thick liquid being slow-boiled inside a large, iron cauldron.

Blursh! Blursh! Bloorsh!

God, that’s so much cum!

And ... on this sea of cum ... through the steam of the semen ... the god who made all of this cum appears!

Boom ... Boom ... Booom...

Out breasts are hurting as they shake with the quakes of his powerful, thundering steps. Bwoom! Bwoom! Bwoom...! I have to hold my boobs so they don’t slap me with their intense and increasing jiggles.

The room shakes ... shakes ... shakes ... and then we see the shape of the man on the curtain of steam.

“Oooh ... g-g-god...!!” My girls quiver. I quiver too, though less loudly, and almost without uttering a word.

“F-fuck...” The word escapes through my thick, lower lips, and dies out quickly in the thick, almost solid wall of steam around me.

The room’s ventilation systems are working overtime, adding to the rumbling, humming mechanical noises of the pipe networks and the drainage system, but all this noise is but a whimper under the thunderous steps of the muscle god who approaches us and the intense, growing bubbling of the hot, scalding semen around his mighty feet.

Bluursh! Blursh! Blursh!! Bloorsh...!!

Dear god...! The semen is boiling faster, louder, and getting warmer, emitting denser curtains of steam thanks to the god, whose body burns iron hot like he is powered by a star; like he has a small start for his heart!

His blood courses loudly in his veins. We can hear it. Thick, scalding liquid flowing like lightning in his enormous, tunnel-like veins ... and then we hear a thicker sound of much thicker, hotter liquid coursing between his godly legs, his impossibly large and indescribably thick thighs: Gloorsh! Gloorsh! Gloorsh!! Gluuurp...!!

“S-semen...!” Our lips tremble. We all quiver. Even I can’t help but mutter: “S-semen. Oh, lord of semen...!”

Bluursh ... Bluursh ... Bluuursh ... Bluuursh...

Cum boiling in his balls. Semen stirring in his nuts.

Gloorsh ... Gloorsh ... Blast ... Bluursh...

Revolving and flowing, churning and burning inside impossibly large nuts as dense as black holes!

Bluursh ... Bloorsh ... Bluursh ... Bleergh...

The god brings his nuts to us, and with his nuts, his colossal, gigantic, galaxy-sized dick. “G-god ... oh, fuck, god...” A penis that’s rumored to flood the galaxy with the seed held like a deadly weapon, like a universe-ending arsenal, inside his mega heavy, ultra-dense god balls!

Bluursh ... Bloorsh ... Bluuursh ... Bloorsh...

Our squirt is showing through our pants, which are ultra-dark from all the wetness. Our lubrication piles on the layers of his semen around our calves. We stand on two, three, even four feet depth of semen, and this is only the shallowest portion of his harem, the “roads” and “valleys” between the colossal mountains ... like, LITERAL mountains and hills of hot-boiling cum that tower all around us.

“G-god ... god of penis...”

We shake and shiver as we see the shape ... the impossibly muscular, ludicrously erotic shape of the Ultra Alpha Male appear through the fog, I mean, the steam of his god cum!

Booom ... Booom ... Booom ... Booom...

Jesus Christ! He is so large!

My coolness and levelheadedness go out through the window. My heartbeat picks up. Fuck, it’s like drums drumming thunder in my large, cow-sized breasts: Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom...!! To be fair, it brings me some pride that the sound of our collective heartbeats kind of pushes back against the sound of his footsteps and his cauldron of planet-flooding boiling neverendingly inside his giant, white nuts...

Bluursh! Boom! Glooorsh!! Blaam...!

... but it’s not by much, and it’s twenty of us here, in this room, and only one of him.

We hold our breaths and pray for the best.

The god approaches us. On top of the sounds of his boiling cum...

Bluursh! Bluursh! Gluurb...!

... and that of this thundering, quaking steps...

Booom! Booom! Booom...!

... we hear his grunts. Oh, god, his grunts...! His grunts and groans of impossible depth and virility!

“Uuuurrhm. Uuuuurrhm. Uuuurrhm.”

Our wombs light up when we hear them. “Jesus ... god...” We mutter, and yeah, fuck, he is manly! He is the manliest man who ever walked among the stars! It’s sheer insanity how deep and gruff, how utterly ... flawless ... how perfect and rough and bull-like his grunts are!

“Uuuuurhm. Uuuuurrrhnm. Uuuuuurhm.”

He isn’t angry or anything. No. He’s just ... being!

“Jesus!”

The man is just existing and being himself. He is merely breathing, yet every breath he takes carries with it the suppressed thunder of a planet being born, the roar of the raging volcanoes in a primordial solar system, with the gases still swirling around the nascent start. It’s...

Deep. It’s deep, okay? Like ... so! Fucking! Deep!

“Uuuuurrhm. Uuuuurrhm. Uuuuuurhm.”

Our breasts shake ... everything in us shake, to be fair: our breasts, our muscles, our colossal asses, our clothes ... everything is shaking with our panting, desperate breaths, and we see the god rise across the wall of steam, his height dawning on us as the most incredible (non-sexual) feature of any living animal.

“Holy fuck!” My friends quiver. “This is an elephant!”

Maybe. Not quite so. Well, perhaps. Fuck, I don’t know.

All I know is that he is BIG. Like ... big, big, big, BIG!! The biggest a human male can ever grow into. Fourteen inches and a half of height, completely relaxed and unaroused, though I fear he can grow much, much bigger if he flexes his muscles and actually tries to “give a shit...”

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t flex anything, not yet, and he doesn’t really give a shit about his muscles or his power or that the fact that there is an ocean of semen around us and literal hills and mountains of hot spunk all over this room ... and that HE is the one who made all of his cum; he is the one who ejaculated a small planet’s worth of jizz, and that he holds, in his godly balls, enough semen to double this amount, fuck, and perhaps keep cumming for all eternity until every stellar object in this galaxy is shining white with his...

Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum!

The god of cock and cum approaches us, and he is completely relaxed, completely cool and in his element. His grunts are mere breaths. He probably doesn’t regard us as anything special at all, even though we are the twenty strongest women in the universe. He merely ... walks to us ... and stops at a distance where we can’t still quite see his body, though we can very well make out its shape. Ah, fuck, what a tease!

I find myself shaking helplessly with my women as the squirt burns out pussies and drenches our pants. I see some of my girls reaching for the top of their shirts, wanting to tear them out, but I stop them: “N-no...!” My teeth grit and my jaw clacks, and I hate myself for showing so much fear. “N-not yet! We must...!”

My words trail off. I’m lost in the sea of sounds that abounds on his body: the sloshing cum, the purring grunts, the slow flexing and hardening of his countless muscles...

Bluuursh ... Gluursh ... Brrrrmm...!

It’s like every sense, every nerve, every pore in my body is being assaulted by pure, distilled masculinity!

What stands before us is not merely a man, but perhaps Masculinity Incarnate, as if the notion of manliness had taken physical shape and walked among us now like an old pagan god having fun with the mere mortals.

As my teeth creaks and my mind cracks, I understand very well, for the first time in my life, what it’s like to have one’s nature completely overridden by basic, primitive impulses. “I’m just a reptile now,” I think. “I’m a fucking worm.”

Yes, yes. All electrical impulses in my body are rewired to... “Breed. Breed. Breed.” I catch myself muttering. Damn it! I try to move, but...

Fuck. My muscles are hard. I can move, yes, but every time I stop paying attention to my limbs, explicitly channeling my focus at them, it’s like they turn to stone. It takes me a few seconds to feel in control of my muscles, moving them at my will, and no matter how hard I try it, I cannot really move it as quickly or promptly as I usually do, “S-shit!”, as if my joints have been flooded with cement, my bones replaced with titanium, and every cell in my body grown 1,000 times heavier.

I feel my feet sinking into the metal ground, bending it with the increased density and rigidity of my frame. “S-s-shit...” The god’s mere presence had hijacked my senses and was now altering, it felt like, my very biology and physiology, “S-shit!”, rearranging my molecules and turning me, on a cellular level, into a cum dump, a slave, a prostitute whose only goal in life ... no: whose only thought in life is “Dick. Dick. Dick...”

And breed.

And semen.

And cum!

Our pussies are open faucets at this point. There is a rumbling and a boiling in our breasts. We feel our tits like there are bulls fighting inside them, or huge, heavy beasts slowly turning and waking up, lazy after a long night of sleep. “S-shit ... shit ... shit...”

There is a purr, then a roar, and the sound of energy building up and pressuring growing, increasing: Brrrrrmmm...!! Brrrrrrmmm...!! BRRRRRAAAM...!!!

After much suffering and panting, with our beautiful, white faces turning red with heat, we squeeze our thighs together, tighten our fists, and GOD, we try to fight back, but with few the fluid mass pushing through our veins like aliens are about to burst from our chests!

Brrrrmm!! Brrrrrmm...!! BLURSH!!!

It’s not aliens that burst, but milk. “Oh, GOD!!” The first few girls start having their spontaneous orgasms as the presence of that ultra male forces them to lactate. I look at my friends and see their shirts bulging around their breasts thanks to the sheer strength and volume of the milk that breaks through:

Bluursh! Blursh! Gluursh! Bluurb...!!

It’s not even slow or discreet or anything. Fuck. In a second, I see the milk pouring from the bottom of their shirt, from the hem, and flooding their dark pants, splashing on the semen, and burning so hotly that pillars of steam rise from it. “D-damn...!! Damn...!!” My girls look like they are pissing themselves, and I see them fight, pushing back against the arousal, but they all, all fail! “G-god, what’s happening to me??”

Their stupendous muscles, capable of wrecking entire planets, fail to pull back the milk or cut its flow. Their tits shake, growl, and boom naturally as if a dam has been broken inside of them.

“Dear lord...” I gulp. I feel the same mass building up inside my tits, at their very core, in the great chamber surrounded by the biggest milk-making cells of my ultra-large mammaries, and fuck...

I cum. “Aaah!!” I clutch my fists and cum, cum, cum...!

The squirt is sprayed loudly out of me. My pussy burns. My pants are almost torn off by the force of my jets. “Fuck! Fuck! Daaaamn...!!”

I cum ... but I don’t lactate. Not yet. Of all my women, I’m the only one to successfully hold back my oceans of milk—but I can’t do it forever, because the milk is not merely being pushed out, but actually growing, flowing into my tits from my lactating cells, and all the power and heat in my body grows like I’m already carrying children. “Fuck! Oh, shit!”