Chapter 9

As the bull called them, the calls rose from their pasture.

Semen oozed from their abundant curves as the gorgeous women rose from the pool and approached their daddy with caution.

Massive breasts, nineteen pairs of them, bounced and danced, spilling milk, when not gushing it.

Moans. Coos. Screams. The place was loud with the sound of their orgasms, as well as with the loud of their gushing, sloshing fluids.

Pussies wet and throbbing, swollen red, ejaculating squirt like mares.

I was no different. In a second, my burning body became redder than a dwarf star. The twenty most powerful women in the universe—me included—now approached the god, and the bull looked at us with cool indifference, a calculated distance that made sure we never got too cocky around him.

Bwoom ... Bwoom ... Bwoom ... Bwoom-boing...

Breasts. Breasts. Breasts. And more breasts!

Breasts jiggling. Breasts jumping. Breasts squirting and guzzling milk.

The thick, terrible sprays of their hot fluids, many feet above their bodies.

Ass. Ass. Ass. An abundance of ass! So many asses hardening, bouncing, rippling, and rising for their daddy.

Asses, all pure muscle.

Tits, all pure fat, but the chest plates that supported them, at their bases, were also all, all pure muscle.

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

Twenty powerful bodies. Half soft, half hard.

Ten of the women were hard and muscular. They let their muscles express themselves in the fullness of their power.

Mighty women. Colossal women. The hardest, baddest bitches in existence.

Their bodies rippled and bulged and muscles atop muscles.

Still, hourglass physiques.

Their shape was supermodel. Their waists narrowed down into an outrageous bottleneck around their navels before exploding widely into their hardy, horse-like hips.

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

Hardness rippled upward from their hips to their breasts, squeezing the base of these megazilla tits, and pushing out extra gallons of milk with superior intensity and fury:

Squiiirt! Guush!! Guush!! Squiiirt...!!

Their eight, ten, twelve rippling abdominal muscles hardened and bulged, and you could see the transfer of energy flowing through them, flowing up, and culminating on their upper torsos where their chest plates bulged and widened, and the walls of their shoulder blades nearly asphyxiated their neck—nearly, but they didn’t do it because their necks were so wide and powerful, thicker than any common man’s legs.

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

And their asses were pure muscle, yet still, because of their flawless genetics, they were perky, round, and prominent. When these women were not flexing them, their glutes looked soft and wobbly, pure flesh and fat chiseled into the most perfect orbs ever to hang from a woman’s bottom, and their asses all competed with their tits to see who was bigger: tits the size of cows, asses the size of bulls.

Boom ... Bwoom ... Booom ... Bwoom...

These women were hard and powerful, and the other ten were soft and lady-like, choosing to keep their muscles hidden and their bodies more typically feminine and submissive. Because of their lower musculature, their hourglass shape was more prominent, even outrageous.

Their waistlines disappeared into the head of a pin, and their hips remained almost as wide and potent as those of their companions, making them look like they were about to crack at any moment, snap and split themselves in the middle, around their navels.

The sounds that bulged from their bodies were more aggressive and enticing. With the lack of muscles, there was no hardness, no firmness to “tame” their tits or contain the bounciness and bubbliness of their asses, which just...

BWOOM ... BWOOM ... BWOOOM...

They shook so vigorously I could see the round walls of her asses from ahead. The mighty glutes almost “ate up” their sides, making it look like they would swing around them and to the front of their legs, replacing their thighs every time they stepped and made them bounce, rise with the careful flexing of their muscles.

Bwoom-woom ... Bwoom-woom ... Bwoom-woom...

Their faces, like angels, steamed as they wetted their lips with their slutty tongues, and dear god, what lips! What fat and red and outrageous lips!

Dick-sucking lips. Ball-draining lips! They would need all these lips to drain the balls of their muscle daddy, who waited for them in the middle of that circle; a circle that they made with their bodies and slowly narrowed down by carefully, cautiously approaching him.

Bwooom ... Bwoom-woom ... Bwooom...

Step. By step. By step.

The bull breathed a little faster. He revealed his desire through subtle changes on his face.

He was a boy. And a monster.

He’s face was so young that he looked like a kid. Like my child of my son. But that jawline ... those bone cheeks ... fuck, he was raw and manly, like a bull chiseled into the shape of a man, but his face ... his damn face ... was still incredible young-looking.

He was eighteen, but he would have passed for sixteen, even young (oh god), if you covered the rest of his body and showed us his face alone.

His youthfulness was disarming, in a sense. We didn’t expect great savagery out of him just by looking above his neck.

His muscles abounded beyond the point where describing them would make any sense. He was said to weight over 150 thousand pounds in pure, finely trimmed muscle, yet his bulk made him somehow look even heavier. If you told me this mega horse weighed one million pounds, I wouldn’t have doubted you.

In fact, his body was very close to becoming ugly, given how overly muscular and bull-like it was. If the stud laid on his fours, he would literally look like a bull with a human face.

And a human cock and balls.

Dear god, his cock! His balls...!!

We approached him carefully, the girls and I, and the bull kept his eyes on us, slowly moving them left and right, burning out tits one by one with his gaze.

“Uuuurhm. Uuuurhm. Uuuuurhm.”

His baritone voice stirred our eggs. We felt as if we had laid our wombs on a washing machine, and now we were cumming at the constant vibration that stimulated a mad, crazy production of viable eggs in our system.

Our screams and moans...

Our squirts and lactations...

Too many. Too loud. Hence, I will no longer describe them.

“Uuurhm. Uuurhm!” The bull sent out two mighty grunts when we were close enough to him, and like a man closing a tap, he made out liquids stop pouring out like that, so abundantly...

... and when we got a little closer still, out breasts and our pussies “dried out”. The intense lactation was converted into a slow and messy oozing of milk over our own breasts, and our squirting, once splashing all around us, became like a crystalline piss, a calm and single thread that made little noise and almost no splash between a legs, but that still saw us cumming liters of female juice every minute.

“God ... what a god!” We muttered, and we felt our nerves lighting up, twitching and curling along with our veins and our organs, and ... oh! That animal changed out bodies with nothing but his grunts!

He looked at us with a possessive smile that told us all that we needed to know: I can control your bodies like dolls, and you belong to me like any sex doll, any pet, any barnyard animal.

His massive, mega penis throbbed, and we gasped as we saw its formidable length and girth rise a hole foot before bouncing down, then wobbling back and forth, a few inches up, a few inches down, and a thick wad of juice emerged from his red tip: Gluuuursh!!!

The monster ejaculated precum. Buckets of it.

Gluuuursh!! Gluuuurssh!!

We saw his balls rise and contract, and the number of veins on them multiply widely, as the monster pumped out precum voluntarily, at his own pace...

“Uuurhm. Uuurhm. Ooourhm.”

... groaning and grunting as he ejaculated, and the volume of pre-sperm that he produced in ten seconds was superior than the loads of most of the ultra-man we had fucked and bore the children of.

The monster looked at us and pumped a few more loads, controlling their speeds, volume, and thickness.

“Uuurhm. Uuurhm. Uuuurhm.”

A few of us fell back on our knees as we watched his muscles dance, his insane body widen and bulge. “So much muscle!” We shivered and licked our lips. “God, you are so full of muscles.”

The young boy raised his arms, and then he displayed to us the god-like muscularity of his sides and limbs. His legs ... dear god. His arms ... fuck, those veins...!

We licked out lips enough to create a pool of our saliva on our breasts, and this pool pushed out a lot of the milk, which oozed and flowed down out beautiful bodies, covering our muscles and bubbling over our pussies.

Blurb ... Blursh ... Blurb...

We were loud and wet and fertile.

The bull didn’t flex. He simply changed his stance a little, moving a few inches here, a few inches there, and it was like his virile body turned to a symphony of ripples and roars, each vein, each fiber exploding like the core of the stars.

The monster lowered his arms, relaxed again, and his shoulder blades were bigger than before. The layers of steam that rose from his pores were a bit thicker, a bit whiter than before that ... flex? No, not that. It wasn’t a flex. Than before that ... movement. That motion.

“Uuurhm. Uuuurhm. Uuuurhm.”

When we got close enough to him, we walked in a circle around him. We kept our distance. We were struck we fear.

The monster followed us, one by one by one, and he relaxed his body until his penis went down, and many of us fell, once again, to our knees as we witnessed his absolute control over his own manhood—and his power over us! Twenty naked bodies that didn’t stir in him an uncontrollable passion.