Chapter 8

I tore my out my business pants, and the sensation of the abundant liquid flowing through my fingers was ... energizing! My milk was so thick that it glued the threads of my pants back together as I tore them out. The paste stuck to my skin and glued my pants to it, making it stay on my body for way longer than it would have otherwise.

I didn’t mind it. I knew I had my bull’s attention...

Glurb ... Glurb ... Glurb...

... as my tits frothed with milk and the air was filled with its steam.

I pulled my long arms apart, and the pants came out. Thraaaash!! Traaargh!! It was a loud, long, viscous noise, made louder and messier by the gallons of milk I was producing.

My tits vibrated and hardened, and their surface was covered by veins almost as thick as those running along the monstrous tube of my horse.

Vroom ... Vrooom ... Vroom...

His cock roared like an engine as it throbbed, still so calm, so contained, as his testicles climbed a few inches higher along his thighs and stored many more gallons of virile, breeding juice.

Splursh ... Splursh ... Splursh...

I heard the semen in his testicles, and it made me fertile! “Oh, god ... daddy...!” I pulled out my pants and displayed my glorious naked body to him.

The pieces of my shredded pants hung from both of my hands, the pants themselves barely seen under the coat and the gooey layers of milk.

The milk stretched down from my hands like a giant, fluid elastic band. It was formidable mess, and there was always more milk than it seemed, as if my hands were produced the juice.

Glurb ... Glurb ... Glurb ... Glorsh...

The milk flowed down the threads and rags of the torn-out pants and laid heavily on the ocean floor of semen. My milk was much less thicker than his semen, so it piled on top of his jizz like extra mounds of fertility on his hills of manhood. “God ... dear god...”

I took a deep and nervous breath before I dared look at him again, and my infinite green eyes met his deep blues, and for a moment there, I believed in equality between us, almost as if that stud was on my level, “God...!”, or as if I could actually fuck him dry and drain his balls off all their juice.

The milk frothed from my tits neverendingly, and my impeccable body burned under the rivers of cream I was making.

His testicles roared and clenched, and I saw them rise suddenly, many inches along his thighs, and contract while sending up, apparently, unfathomable loads of juice to his prick.

Glursh ... Glursh ... Gloorsh...

The veins swelled up on the base of his cock, and the bull frowned his face a little more heavily, with his giant fingers twitching and clenching just a bit, and oh, and I could see, in the terribly large frame of his white, muscular body, the countless fibers of his muscles rumbling and thickening, the tension rising as my body glowed before him, naked and covered in milk, as the most fertile thing he had ever seen outside of his mother’s embrace.

“That’s right, stud. Meet your mother,” I teased him yet again, and then I dropped the several threads of my long-gone pants from my heads.

Spluursh!! Sploorsh!!!

The milk-covered robes collapsed loudly on the floor, where their formed molehills ... well, “milkhills” atop the vast surface of his pool of cum.

I struck a mighty and confident pose, still careful to hide and suppress all of my muscles. I wanted to tease him further, to boast about my ludicrous femininity; like, the utterly ridiculous levels of sensuality and pornographic curvaceousness of my body, but ... well, I didn’t need to.

My body did all the talking for me, and of all my curves and sexual endowments, my throbbing womb screamed the loudest:

Boom-boom!! Boom-boom...!!

It throbbed, my womb did, and when it did, it shook my ass, then my tits, and my mighty body was destabilized a little by its vigorous throbs, its strong and terrifying pulsations that sent stronger jets of squirt spraying out of my tight, red pussy. “Dear ... god...!”

The throbbing of my womb made me red like a tomato, my gorgeous body burning with more tits, ass, juicy thighs, and estrogen any female could ever know what to do with, and after those powerful booms and thuds from my uterus, and couldn’t help but grab my ovaries with my hands, as they were bulging out through my sides, sizzling red and white under my skin.

“God ... hm, god...” I gulped, I stammered, and the bull remained unmoved, watching me with even less emotion than before, his perfect and godly face completely stoic, his emotions—if any—totally unreadable. “Stud ... I see you.”

I raised my perfect chin and flaunted my flawless nose at him. I turned my face around, displaying to him my perfect cheeks and divine bone structure.

I would have him. By god, I would have him! I would be the one to make his dick cum!

Boom ... Boom ... Boom...

As I was thinking about this dick, the mega cock itself called my attention, my eyes, back to it. “Oh ... f-fuck...” My tits hardened as I saw it. The penis was just the same as before, the same size and hardness, but the veins ... the massive veins and arteries that bulged and curled around it moved with greater speed and frenzy. “Dear ... fuck!”

More than ever, those gigantic, supermassive tubes slithered like anacondas sliding under his cock skin. I saw them gathering more abundantly, like a cancerous bump, around the base of his tremendous cock, which itself was almost as wide as my hips and several times wider than my tiny, minuscule waist. “Fuck ... god ... fuck...”

I saw the tubes, burning hot with hundreds of gallons of blood, writhing and coalescing, gathering at the base of his super cock, and they weren’t doing so randomly, but at the behest of their master, who controlled them just like he controlled all of his muscles.

Boom-boom! Boom-bump...!!

His entire body throbbed at his will, and his 14-pack wall of abs danced and bulged, sending ripples down from his solid chest plates to the base of his cock, and it looked as if the god was powering up his penis, channeling just a bit more energy into his cock so he could keep the beast under control—and it was at this moment, oh, that I noticed that his penis was “dry,” and not one drop of fluids came out of it.

“Oh, daddy ... how cruel!”

Not one drop of cum, not one drop of precum.

His balls swelled massively with all the semen that he was retaining, but unlike me and my girls and our breasts, this didn’t seem to cause him any pain or anguish.

Glursh-glursh! Glurb-glurb...!

The semen piled in his balls by the hundreds of gallons a second, but unlike with our tits, that were on the verge of EXPLODING if we kept a single extra drop of milk on them, the monster appeared to have endless space inside his balls to store those god-knows-how-many-rivers of semen that he just kept finding everywhere deep in his body.

“How ... much ... cum...!”

The monster seemed to tapped into endless reserves of fresh bull sperm in his body as if his balls were the only sexual organ in him, but instead, all his organs were sexual organs, yes, and instead of heart or lungs or stomach or pancreas, the monster only had vesicles and tanks of sperm, and even his heart pumped nothing else but semen.

Gloorsh! Gloorsh! Sbluursh...!

His veins bulged with semen, his arteries throbbed with cum, and if I somehow managed to cut him or one of the countless, thick vessels that bulged and danced all over his muscles...

“God ... god...”

... he would only leak spunk form the wound! Semen would burst and sprout from the cut like water coming out of a balloon after it being pricked by a needle.