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Brod: Growing Unrest Pt. 01

By: Sarkopheros



Sarkopheros Says: 

This is the first new Brod story where he's grown some from his previous size. He's going to get slightly bigger though—the next story will take place some time after this one, and in that one, he'll be at his final size. You guys voted on it, I said I'd do it, and I did it. 

If you're not familiar with my Brod series, expect ludicrous, unrealistic proportions. He has a titanic cock better suited for use as a battering ram and nuts bigger than his head. There will be cum inflation, absurd sex, and a host of other things. This story also features some light incest between two sisters and a little lactation thrown in for good measure. I almost always focus on asses, so I thought I'd focus more on tits in this one. 

Anyway, enough from me. Enjoy the story. And please let me know if it was a fun read. 

Also, I'm always open to constructive criticism, please let me know if you have any. 

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You may have noticed in my stories that I'm often vague when I talk about how big I am right now, and that I leave most of my accounts in a nebulous time frame. This is why. While I have not lied, I have omitted facts. And the fact I omitted was that I grew more. By a lot. And quite frankly, I wasn't sure how believable it would be. 

See, most of the stories you've read up until now occurred years ago. And it's true, I was 19.5 inches during those stories. But that changed. And it took me far too long to notice how much bigger I'd gotten. 

You might be saying, "How can you not notice your cock growing by several inches, Brod?" Well, the answer is two things. First, it happened over a long period of time—years. My cock stopped growing at the age of 26. When I measured it the next year, and the year after that, nothing had changed. So naturally I assumed I was done growing. But I was wrong. 

Second, a few inches is not immediately noticeable at my size. Sure, if you have an average cock, two or three inches is a huge change. But when your cock is longer than your thigh and you can weigh it in kilograms, things are different. I started to notice during the rare occasions when I opted for a real pair of pants instead of basketball shorts. My slacks were starting to feel tighter, and even my custom-cut jeans were becoming a task to put on. I never liked wearing pants, but it was getting ridiculous. 

At first, I thought I was gaining weight. And according to Yara, I was. Which just made things stranger. My body fat percentage stayed the same, so we assumed I was putting on muscle and fat equally. 

A few girls had commented that I seemed larger, but I didn't believe them. I assumed it was just the fact that they had to sate themselves with normal-sized cocks between our encounters. But I got proven very wrong when I went to the bank one day. 

I had woken up at the crack of noon after spending the previous day and night entertaining the members of a local women's club. I slept extremely well when I got back. It's so nice going to bed feeling spent and not horny. 

It's an interesting thing. The point of this particular club is the same as a men's club—to avoid the opposite sex. Or at least, that's what I assume people do at those clubs. I've never had any desire to find out. The women generally want to avoid judgment and men acting like idiots. It's a space where they get to do whatever they want. When I entertain, they're still very much in charge. While you may be saying, "But Brod, aren't you still the main attraction?" Yes and no. My purpose there is to get them off, and while it's mutually beneficial, I'm there to cater to their needs. 

I may write a story about this later, but basically, the club's owner knows me through Yara. And she knows that I don't tend to do or say judgmental or sexist things, and that I can be trusted. 

They put me in the middle of a big ballroom with a bed and some furniture. I'm blindfolded, and only talk when they address me, mostly just to get a feel for what they want. Some of the women are embarrassed even in a place like that, so Yara is there to play middlewoman and relay commands for any women who don't want to tell me what they want directly. 

Then I start fucking. Or licking. I'm a glorified sybian. I'm not sure how many women were there. I was fucking off and on for well over 24 hours as women came and went. I stopped only to eat, rehydrate, stretch, and generally keep myself in fighting form. 

So it was interesting that when I walked into my bank I encountered one of the women who I had fucked without knowing it. 

Schloof. The door slid closed behind me. I was there to deposit the check from that night. 

Even though the folks at the bank were used to seeing me bulging, I figured I'd dress up in more than basketball shirts and an old t-shirt with a nerdy reference on it. I was once again dressed in my not-looking-like-a-bum clothes, meaning that I was dressed like Raymond Reddington, minus the glasses and overcoat. 

Granted, I'd rocked the waistcoat and dress shirt since before Blacklist came out. But after seeing the show I added a custom-matched fedora to the mix—not one of those twelve-dollar trilbies from Target that nice guys wear. I also wished I could have gotten arrested by agent Malik or Navabi, but that's completely unrelated. These hats were bespoke. 

I walked down the monolithic hall, stone rising on either side of me. I couldn't help but imagine that this hallway was specifically put here to serve as a choke point for any would-be thieves. My oxfords stepped audibly on marble, but curiously, there was a sound missing. Usually, the klok-klok-klok of my shoes was mixed with the meaty slap-slap-slap of my nuts bouncing against my thighs. 

I knew something was wrong, as well, because my legs weren't moving as easily as they should have been, like the cloth was pulling at them. I was very much aware of the sensation of cloth slipping and sliding tightly against the flesh of my nuts and cock. 

As I entered the main room of the bank, tellers waiting behind their reinforced windows, I thought back to waking up. 

After showering and scraping the gunk left by a platoon of pussies out of the folds of my sack, I came back out to assemble an outfit. 

I couldn't help but interrupt my maid as she changed my slimy sheets. We both figured that we should get things out of the way before she put a fresh set on. As I've said before, I have a very hard time resisting a pussy. And I could see Meg's puffy mound pushing up against her shorts. She could smell the funk from last night. One thing lead to another. 

After another shower, I smiled at her as she laid, twitching and groaning in the pile of discarded sheets, her cunt gushing into a pool on the floor, her yard-wide belly jiggling and pinning her down. 

I finally started to get dressed, pulling my custom-cut slacks on. Most men put their pants on one leg at a time, and I'm no exception—except I also put my pants on one nut at a time. My pants are designed with a large pouch expansion in front to hold my package. The fly is situated along the middle of this. It's strange-looking, but necessary; there's no way to fit my bulge into normal slacks. 

I grabbed one half of my open pants, stepped away from the spreading, musky puddle, and hefted one of my gigantic nuts in. Okay, that was kind of snug. I adjusted the cloth, to no avail. Weird. I also noticed it seemed to be engulfing more of my hand than usual—I figured that was just my imagination. I eased the other ball into the pouch. That was awfully tight, too. Then, I slipped my cock back into my boxers and tried to zip up. 

I grunted and struggled. The zipper didn't want to hold! It was cinching the cloth tight around my enormous package. It just would not! Pull! Up! I grabbed a handful of cock and adjusted it. Tried again. Adjusted my sack. Tried again. I yelled at the ceiling. Yara was in the next room and came in, her bare feet stepping through squishy sperm. She shoved my cock and nuts down. Finally, with her help, I managed to zip up my slacks and do the button. But my nuts were struggling with the cloth the whole time, wool stretching and digging in. I should have known right then. 

But I got into the car and went on my way. 

And now I was walking into the bank. I was taking weird little short steps as I strode. I felt like a penguin. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice. I'd seen most of these faces before, so my bulge was not new to them. I only got six or seven weird glances. 

The main chamber was paneled with dark wood and had a coffered ceiling. A hushed murmur was audible from the people milling about. Many were getting some free coffee and cookies, and/or bullshitting. 

A pale, middle-aged brunette with high cheekbones passed by, having concluded her business. Her tits bounced under a calf-length dress that showed off her hips. She pressed one hand to her belly and groaned as she walked by, her legs bowed outward. Taking a moment to compose herself, she cleared her throat and straightened up before smiling at me. 

But my package pulled her eyes downward, she gasped, and her eyes grew large. "Guh. H-hi. It's. Wow," she said. 

"Hey there," I said, taking a familiar tone. I had no idea who she was, but ... well, it would hardly be the first time I met a random person I'd fucked without knowing who they were. 

"Mph," she bit her lower lip, staring at my bulge for a long moment. "I was there last night," she finally said. 

I chuckled, rubbing a hand up her stomach. "You were? I hope you went home satisfied." 

"I didn't know people could stretch that way!" she panted, licking her lips. "Do uh. Do you make house calls?" 

"Well, I'm busy right now, but I do," I said, putting my hands on her waist. She shuddered and drew closer. I noticed a ring on her finger. "You could come to my place, too." 

"I didn't mean now, anyway," she said. "I can't take another pounding like that for another month, at least! And I still have. I. Ooh," the brunette shuddered again, and I heard a splat! We looked down. A pancake-sized white disk was on the tiles between her feet. Flecks of white decorated her shoes, stripes of white down her legs. Her mouth fell open, her face filled with red. "I need to go!" she squeaked before clicking away on her heels. I looked around. A few people looked over, but they were looking at our faces, not the floor. 

I shrugged and went toward the counter. I gave the teller my check to deposit. I heard more clicking and felt a hand on my shoulder. 

"Hey, Brod," said a sweet voice behind me. I turned to see a woman who came up to my chin. She had long brown hair almost dark enough to be mistaken for black. Her smart pencil skirt wrapped snugly around nice hips, and her suit jacket struggled to contain a pair of monstrous tits bigger than her head. It was a wonder she didn't topple forward. Her hazel eyes looked up to my brown. The light from the skylight warmed her olive skin nicely. 

"Well hello there, Aleta," I purred. 

"May we help you with anything else today, Mr. Kanayama?" asked the wizened, bespectacled man in the booth. 

"No thanks, Arthur. Take care." 

He smiled and nodded. Aleta and I walked over to the side to chat. With every clicking step, her monstrous tits bounced and quivered, the white blouse giving me a view into that epic valley of flesh. 

"So how are you, Mr. Kanayama?" asked Aleta, tucking the portfolio she was holding under her arm. 

"I'm fine, Ms. Kontos. And how does this fine afternoon find you?" 

"You fucked my sister," she stated flatly. 

"What, last night?" 

She nodded, brushing her hair back. "Yeah." 

"Did she enjoy it?" 

The woman gave me a mischievous grin. "She's waddling around bow-legged in the back. I'm sorry I missed it," answered Aleta, chuckling. Her tongue ran over her pink-lacquered lips as she looked down. "You're looking swollen." She patted one of my monstrous nuts. 

"Thanks." I rolled my eyes. 

"I actually have an ulterior motive. I saw you come in and I wanted to talk to you about one of your investment accounts," she said, moving the folder out before her. She almost had to hold it at arm's length just to see into it. Damn, those things were huge! "I found a different mutual fund from the product you currently have under your Seraph account. This particular product has much better diversification, and it gives you a few more options to play with. For instance, I think that if you—" 

I held up a hand. "Look, you know you're speaking Greek to me." 

She rolled her eyes and said, "Boró̱ na milí̱so̱ kyriolektikí̱ elli̱niká, an protimáte." 

I laughed. "What?" 

"Your puns are awful," she said. "Would you prefer to have Mariam discuss this with me?" 

I nodded. "Yeah, this really isn't my area." 

"You're going to have to learn to use more than one of your organs," she teased. 

"You love my organ usage, though," I answered. 

"Yeah. But you really should learn some of this financial language. What if Mariam goes away for some reason? Can you trust the next person?" 

I shrugged. "I don't know, I don't see her going somewhere else. But. I guess it couldn't hurt." 

"No, it couldn't, Mister." She poked me with her pen. "Anyway, you can take this folder, see? Show it to her. Have her explain it if you want." When she opened the folder, the pen slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor. It rolled to the edge of the puddle that the brunette had leaked. When Aleta saw it, she said, "Jesus, Brod, I didn't know banking excited you so much." 

"That came from someone I fucked last night," I chuckled. 

"Oh." 

"Let me get that," I said, squatting down, reaching for the pen, and— 

SCHRIIIP. SMACK! 

Cloth exploded. An avalanche of flesh. I felt cold against my sack and glans. 

. 

A woman nearby gasped. A man turned around and said, "What the hell is going on here?!" 

I looked down. 

My equipment pouch was shredded, hanging open, the seams sundered, my boxers in tatters. My heavy nuts rested on the marble below, my immense glans flopped on top of the pen. My pants had just failed catastrophically. 

"Um," I didn't know what to do and looked up. I was greeted by dozens of stunned faces and several clicking phones. 

"Come here!" Aleta grabbed my arm as I grabbed the pen, and she whisked me down a hall. My bulge bounced heavily atop my legs, bringing back the familiar slap-slap-slap. A girl carrying cups of coffee almost spilled them as she gasped at my bouncing nuts. I winked at her as my cock and I flopped by. 

Aleta pulled me into a wood-paneled conference room with a view of the parking lot. There was a heavy wooden table with seating for a couple dozen. 

"Brod, what the hell?!" she half-yelled. 

"I don't know!" I said. "Look, I wasn't expecting that to happen, I don't even know how that happened!" 

"How did—" She looked down. "Wait." Aleta put the folder on the table and knelt in front of me. Her dainty hands rubbed over one of my immense balls. "I swear, they look as big as my tits. Brod, you've grown! They're like volleyballs!" Then, with both hands, she grabbed the swinging slab of meat between my nuts and grunted as she hefted it. "Fuck, you feel as heavy as you used to be erect! This is way heavier than it should be." Then she made a fist and put her forearm up against my swinging slap of meat. It almost reached my knees. It dwarfed her forearm and fist, even flaccid. "God damn! Mmmm..." She smacked her lips. 

"Fuck, I was hoping I wasn't growing...," I sighed. 

"Huh?" 

"Well, we noticed I was gaining weight, but my body fat hadn't changed," I explained. "We thought I was gaining muscle." 

"You gained weight, alright, but you gained it downstairs," she said with a cluck of her tongue. Aleta looked up at me and smirked. "The most important muscle." 

I grinned down at her. "You know, you did say you were feeling jealous of those ladies last night." 

Aleta bit her lip before pressing kissing my cock's hot skin, leaving a pink print on the skin. "Be right back." She stood and hustled out of the room. A moment later, she came back in, holding a yardstick. Aleta poked one of my immense nuts with the cool metal. "You know, I was being literal when I said they're about volleyball sized," she said. "But I know that cause I've played. Let's see how big that cock is," chuckled the banker. 

I nodded down to where my junk hung from my shredded pants. "Better get to work." 

"Oh, no, lay that fat thing on the table. I want to see how big you are soft." She tapped the wood with her yardstick, jostling those ludicrous teats. 

I pulled a chair away and grabbed my cock, pressing my hips to the edge. Smack! My slab of meat flopped heavily onto the smooth surface. She came up to me and laid the ruler along the top of my organ. Both of us gasped, our eyes growing till we looked like a couple of owls. 

"Fuck!" she said. "You really did grow!" 

My jaw hung slack for a long moment. "God dammit," I said. "Why didn't we measure earlier?" The reading, for my completely flaccid cock, was slightly over 16.5 inches. Aleta turned the ruler sideways. My organ measured over four and a quarter inches in width. "Jesus." 

"Oh, oh fuck," Aleta moaned, pressing her knees together. "I need need to see it hard!" She put the yardstick down and licked her lips eagerly. I could see her breaths becoming heavier and heavier, her epic bosom bouncing with every heady gasp. 

I turned the chair I had just pulled out and grabbed the halves of my pants. I pulled. Schriiip! Now I had enough space to dangle freely with no discomfort. Granted, I felt like I was wearing a pair of chaps, but I was comfortable. My gargantuan, fleshy volleyballs brushed against the soft carpet when I sat, sweeping along it, but not quite sitting on it yet. My crown rested against the floor. 

Aleta made a little moan in her throat at the sight. "Oh. Oh, my," she panted. 

"Get that thing nice and hard," I said. "Come here and show me those titties." 

The banker stood up, licking her lips. With a roll of her shoulders, she slipped her jacket off and tossed it onto the table. I opened my legs as she approached. Aleta slipped between my thighs with a sway of her hips. Her stocking-sheathed calves rubbed against my hot, sensitive balls, and she shifted until she got my cock between them as well. My fat organ was hot against her legs. 

I ran my meaty hands up along her ass, pulling her in closer as her dainty hands undid the buttons struggling against her vast, fleshy melons. Pop. Pop. Pop. One by one, they came undone, and more and more teat-flesh was exposed. With every button, her bust bounced, and the weight of those breasts pulled the halves apart even further. 

Then the halves came away completely. The white cloth slipped away. I saw two great mounds of jiggling flesh, barely held at bay by an over-burdened black bra. Her tits muffined over the top. I reached up behind her and deftly undid her bra. She smiled and slipped out of it, sighing in relief as the cups came away from the enormous olive-complected orbs. "Oh, this is much more comfortable," she cooed. 

"How do you think I feel all day?" I asked. "People are way more offended by cocks than tits." 

"Yeah, I bet I get stared at as much as you do," she said, hefting her tits, her hands almost disappearing into them as she jiggled them at me. "Look at them!" They bounced gelatinously, her nipples tracing circles in the air. Each was the size of the last joint of my finger, thick and begging to be sucked. 


Brod: Growing Unrest Pt. 01



"I'm gonna do more than look," I said. "Come here." I patted my thigh. 

Aleta grabbed my cock with both hands, hefting it up. "This thing weighs a ton!" she grunted. She pulled her skirt up so she could climb into my lap and straddle me. Then she laid my cock against my belly and wedged it between our bodies. 

"You know, I honestly have no idea how much it weighs anymore," I said, looking down to where my cock was wedged between our soft stomachs and her tits. I couldn't even see it. It was a nice thing to find a girl with tits big enough to fuck my cock. 

She rolled her hips and bit her lower lip. "Mmm, so warm," she cooed. I could feel my organ starting to swell, and I felt her hot breath on my neck. Her hands disappeared when she reached down to grab the base of my cock with both hands. "I can't even grab it!" 

"It fits where it counts," I chuckled. My organ pulsed powerfully, and I could feel the softball-sized glans pushing upward through her fat tits, slipping between the smooth surfaces as it grew and grew. They were so warm and soft around my cock.  

"As long as it still fits. How long has it even been since I've seen you?" asked the banker. "You don't come here as often as you used to." 

I shrugged. "Over a year." I grabbed handfuls of tit-flesh and squished them around my cock. I could feel the heat and pressure flowing inside as precum began to ooze from my tip. I rolled my hips as she ground hers against my base. Her tits began to make a muffled squishing noise as my hot syrup began to trickle into her cleavage. 

She made a low purring noise as her dainty fingers pumped the part of my cock not currently engulfed by her tits. My glans kept pushing and tunneling its way through all that ample flesh to the top, until she looked down and cooed. "Hello there!" My glistening tip pushed up from the valley of her skin, and she leaned down to lap at the tip. She slid her hot little tongue into its slit, drawing a groan from my throat. I kept swelling, my cock pushing her head back as it rose. 

"Fuck, it just keeps going," she panted. "Is it bigger because you fuck so much?" 

"I don't think it works that way, but maybe," I chuckled. Squilsch. Squilsch. Squilsch. My slickness sounded so lewd between her tits. I could feel it dripping and rolling thickly down my cock. I could feel it filling the wrinkles in my sack. My precum made the insides of her soft tits so slick. 

Soon, my glans was poking up in front of my face. The glans was the size of a large grapefruit. Precum poured out in glistening, crystal-clear rivulets. 

Aleta gasped. "Yeah." She gripped my girth. "You're definitely bigger. Are you fully hard?" 

"Yes," I confirmed. I took my hands from her tits and grabbed the cheeks of her ass. I lifted her up and sat her on the conference room table. She laid back, the mass of her tits causing them to spill to either side, crystalline ropes binding them to my girth, pools of pre rolling off her stomach. There were pink streaks on my cock, and her lipstick and eyeliner were starting to run. Dark patches spread out along her skirt. My monstrous organ sat on her body, reaching from her pussy all the way up to her neck, looking about as thick. 

Pre rolled over her cheeks, and she sputtered, "Ugh, fuck, oh my god!" She wiped away handfuls of pre and flung it. Splat! Slung slime splashed the walls and slid down the wood. "You're so gross," she grunted. 

"Yeah, but you like it. I need all that pre to fit into a pussy," I chuckled. 

"Let's see how big you are," she said, grabbing the yardstick and laying it atop my cock, numbers facing down so she could see them. Her eyes grew, then shrunk as she squinted. "Um..." 

"What?" 

"Brod." 

"What is it?" 

She looked up at me. "You're almost two feet long," stated the banker, flipping the ruler so I could see. 

I looked down at that yellow length of metal for a long moment, my mouth hanging open. She was right! My cock nearly reached the "24." 

I felt a sinking in my chest. I felt like I'd swallowed hot lead. I slapped my hands down on either side of Aleta, startling her. "Motherfucker!" I snapped. 

"Brod. I know you are, but now you're a bigger motherfucker," she said, reaching up to rub her hands over my chest.. 

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "Yeah. I was hoping I wasn't going to get any bigger, though! I thought it was over!" 

"Relax," said the banker. Her fingers began undoing the buttons of my vest and shirt, revealing my bare chest. I didn't have an undershirt on, mostly because it was quite warm and I wasn't expecting to be out long. 

"Easy for you to say." 

Aleta touched my face. "Look at my tits. We're both already used to getting stared at, right? I mean, what's the difference? It's not like you can't still fuck. My sister said you ruined over eighty women yesterday." 

I considered this."I guess that's true," I said. I was there for nearly a whole day. "But it's just disturbing to have your body suddenly change without your knowledge or decision." 

Aleta smiled warmly. "I get it. It was the same thing with my tits when puberty hit. Listen, I know how to cheer you up." 

I smirked at her. "How?" 

She winked over her tits and hiked her skirt up some more. "More pussy!" 

"My favorite!" I laughed, shrugging out of my vest. 

Aleta reached over and picked up her phone. She began tapping at its screen. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Just asking Drew to help cheer you up," she chuckled. 

"Oh, really?" I said incredulously. "See, this is why I bank here, top-notch service." 

"You'd better do some servicing right now, mister," she replied. 

I smiled and stepped backward so that I could line my cock up with her dripping slit, concealed by a pair of black panties. I peeled them off, clinging ropes of her nectar sticking and stretching. I flung the soaked garment away. The heels and stockings could stay. Her skirt remained bunched up around her waist like a belt. She spread her legs and gripped the edge of the table. 

I lined up my gargantuan cockhead, bigger than both her fists combined, with her waiting snatch. It looked like she hadn't waxed lately, but I'm not the type of idiot who gets whiny about a little hair. 

Squish. My dripping cock kissed her dripping cunt, and she moaned in pleasure. I shoved forward, groaning loudly as I began stretching her out. 

"Oh god! So much bigger!" she cried at the ceiling as she felt her fleshy lips stretching like latex. Her hands tightened to a white-knuckle grip about the edge of the table. They held her firmly in position as I felt her heat resisting my size. Gliiiisch. She clenched her eyes shut as I spread her thighs further apart, wrapping my powerful hands around her calves for leverage. 

I grunted and pushed forward again, ramming into her hard. She bounced, but held fast, gritting her teeth. Sch-plop! My glans was in. 

"Auugh!" she cried out. I began pumping my hips, making her enormous tits jiggle and bounce with every motion. My thrusts lifted her hips inches off the wood, my withdrawls let her slap back down on it. Slap-slap-slap. I felt her silky tunnel stretching and struggling deeper and deeper down. My precum poured into her, cups of boiling-hot slime flooding her pussy ahead of my cock, filling her with my heat. It squished and sprayed out in shining arcs around my cock. Her belly tented up and up, my cock moving underneath her flesh and bulging it out as it made itself at home. 

I felt her tighten, contract. I knew that she was about to— 

"Ooohhfucker!" cried Aleta as she kicked her legs up into the air. Splisch! Splisch! Her belly rippled. Her pussy gripped my cock tightly. Bright pulses of our juices sprayed out around my fat organ, drenching my lower belly and thighs. 

Click. The door opened. A loud gasp. "Ahh!" 

I looked up. 

Aleta's sister, Drew, stood in the doorway. She was the same height and every bit as busty as her sister, though she was blonde. "Aleta?! Brod!" She stepped in. I noticed she indeed was walking with her legs awkwardly bowed. I wondered what she'd told her coworkers. There was a nice belly-bump. My spunk was still inside her from yesterday. A jade-green maxi dress struggled against her hereditary gifts. A white blazer added no coverage for them. 

"Guh! D-Drew! Drew!" panted Aleta. "I'm c-cuh...!" SPLOOSCH. One final, massive pulse somehow managed to drench my chest. I could feel her fluids rolling down my belly. She relaxed, her legs growing limp, her grip on the table loosening. Aleta's body shone as sweat rolled over her skin. 

Drew shook her head. "You can't have him in here! Greta is having a meeting with Bay Steelworks!" 

"We'll be okay..., moaned Aleta, smiling. "I'll take care of Brod." 

I began to pump into her again, sighing as I felt myself bump into her cervix. 

"Jesus, it's like watching a semi trying to park in a one-car garage..." observed Drew. 

"He's two feet long now," sighed Aleta. 

"I knew you'd grown!" she gasped. "I went to bed and leaked all night! I woke up all sloppy!" complained the sister. "I woke up smelling like a brothel!" Then she grabbed her jizz-bump. "And I still have some—ooh!" Splat! Jizz splattered on the floor, leaving white circles the size of coasters. "That was a bad idea." She began to shrug out of her jacket. 

I laughed. "Ladies, you know you can talk to me directly? I'm right in front of you." Honestly, this happened so often I thought it was more funny than annoying. 

"Sorry," apologized Drew. 

"This means it's your responsibility to get me out of here as fast as you can," I told her. 

"Yeah." She said, pulling her dress off, groaning loudly as she worked it past her tits. Plop. Plop. They jiggled free. She was apparently going braless. I could see broad white stripes painted down her legs. 

Thump thump thump. I pistoned into Aleta, feeling the slick heat molding around my pulsing cock. I felt her cervix bowing inward as it began to loosen. She moaned and mewled with each thrust, her bouncing tits clapping against her body. I could smell the hot sweat on our bodies. 

Drew jiggled towards us and watched me for a long moment as I used her sister's poor little cunt, bulging her belly up wildly with each thrust. She bit her lower lip, looking down. I only had a quarter, maybe a third of my cock inside of Aleta. The rest was jutting out of her body like an extra limb. Finger-thick veins pulsed along its surface, the slimy juices of our lovemaking highlighting every contour, every detail of my ludicrous organ. 

The sister grinned and climbed up on the table. "You know, I bet if we stimulate even more of that monster, I bet we can get you off even faster," she said, moving to kneel at Aleta's head. "I bet you were jealous when I told you what happened last night, huh?" she asked her sister. 

"Y-yeah! Fuck!" confirmed Aleta. She bounced up and down the table. I groaned as I pushed up against the gate to her womb. Drew cradled her head. 

"I watched forty women get wrecked and swollen before I finally got my turn. I'd came at least a dozen times before that, just watching. Drenched my seat," she cooed. I didn't know if she was exaggerating. 

"Uh-aaugh!" Drew cried out again. Her feet kicked into the air. One of her heels went flying across the room, trailing bright streams of fluid. Klak! It bounced off the wall. I saw her toes curl, felt her pussy squeeze. I lurched forward as her cervix gave in. My cock tented her belly up until my glans was up between her gigantic tits. "F-fuuuuck!" She arched her back, pushing her head into the table as bright waves of juice splashed me. Splisch! Splisch! Splisch! 

Schriip! The waist part of her pencil skirt tore as my cock distended her belly obscenely.. 

"Mmm. Just like that," said Drew. 

"That's it," I grunted, feeling my cock sinking into her deepest depths, her womb caressing my gargantuan glans with its velvety embrace. "Mmmhh, yeah," I groaned, my heavy nuts swinging. But even with her womb, I couldn't have had more than ten inches or so inside of her. At least fourteen inches were not buried in her pussy ... enough space for three or four pairs of hands, at least. This extra length glistened and shined with layers of slickness. 

Drew licked her lips and caressed the bulge of my cock distending her sister's stomach. She shared her sister's tan olive complexion, her ludicrous breasts—and apparently a lot else, because they didn't seem to have any reservations about caressing each other's naked bodies. 

As I pounded her sister's poor little pussy, squirting juices and bouncing her up and down on the wood, Drew crawled forward. She smiled up at me and asked, "How strong is your cock?" 

"I could lift you with it, easy," I told her. 

She nodded and then grabbed my waist, shifting forward, and laid down atop her sister. Her ass was against Aleta's tits, her face was against my belly, and her giant melons engulfed most of my cock. She grabbed her tits and squeezed, my sturdy organ supporting her weight. I was giving a titfuck and a normal fucking at the same time! Schlip-schlip-schlip. The hot juices splattered all over the tiles into the growing puddle. My cock carried thick layers of our fluid out, greasing Drew's tits with them. I felt her hot breath on my stomach, felt it as her nose and lips pushed into my gut. 

It was so nice, feeling a hot pussy and womb as well as a pair of welcoming tits. Schlick-schlick-schlick! Drew's tits began shining as my heavy nuts swung back and forth, slapping against my legs. I could feel the pressure inside them ramping up and up. No point in holding back. 

It's such a rare thing, having almost my entire cock stimulated at once. It's one I like to enjoy. Drew smiled and looked up at me as she squished her fat tits around my slick cock, hot pre slipping and dripping in glistening globs from her breasts. I also noticed white streaks coming from her tits, as well as Aleta's ... and it took me a moment to realize I was seeing milk. The droplets flew into the air as Aleta's tits bounced wildly. Droplets turned to streams pouring from Drew's heavy udders. Her tits swayed and shifted as well, sending undulating waves through the white flows. 

The milk's flow became more intense as I fucked her needy womb. I leaned my head back. Those cushy tits weren't a pussy, but damn, they felt pretty good. Especially considering I almost never experienced whole-cock stimulation. It only made my precum flow faster, swelling my cock's throat pleasantly. I could feel Drew trying to lick my cock when I pulled back, pushing her nose into my belly and trying to kiss that when I pushed in. 

"Fuck, I can feel your cock bulging up inside her, it's hitting my belly! Fuck!" moaned Drew. When I looked, I saw that, indeed, every time I slammed my pulsing organ into that hot womb, sklrt! A white pulse of leftover jizz arced from Drew's entrance, squirting all over Aleta's face. "And Aleta is about to scream into my ass," she added. 

I squinted at her. "What?" 

"Huh-huh-huwaaaugh!" screamed Aleta, arching her head up and forward as she once again kicked at the air, her other shoe flying away and lodging in the ficus in the corner. Her entire tunnel pulsed and rippled madly, massaging my organ. She fell back to the table. Her womb spasmed as her eyes rolled back. SKLORT! Juice sprayed all over me. 

"Come on, Brod, I want my turn," said Drew. "Blow your load!" She released her tits and slipped her hands up under my sack. They disappeared behind all that flesh. Fingertips pushed upward and dug in, massaging just behind my sack, where it met my body, and that was enough. 

I groaned, leaning back. I felt her kiss my belly again. She kept massaging my taint, using her elbows to keep her tits squishing about my organ. I grabbed her tits and squished them around my cock. I felt my balls tighten, felt the pressure inside my urethra, felt it swell and stretch full of spunk. 

SPLOOOORCH. I erupted. "Aauugh!" I could feel all those pints of cum blasting down my cock's throat before filling Aleta's womb. I couldn't see her belly underneath Drew, but I knew that it was growing, because I could feel all my jizz raging around my cock. 

SPLUUURT. SPLUUURT. SPLUUURT. I kept shooting and shooting, the spunk audible as it left my cock. Every wad took several seconds to leave its mouth, swelling heat blasting through.. 

White pearls blasted out around my cock as Aleta's womb and cunt squeezed again. She twitched and shuddered in orgasm. Jizz and cunt-juice splattered into the puddle that had spread wide on the floor. 

"Aawuuugh!" cried Aleta as I pumped her full of jizz. 

"I can feel you ... hitting her insides with jizz! Like it's hitting me!" Drew groaned before she began to shudder. Sklrt! Sklrt! I saw white and clear juices mixing as they sprayed from the pussy I'd ravaged yesterday. "Oh, oh god!" Drew cried. 

I didn't know why she was crying out. My eyes were half-open, my hips pumping, my hands clutching Aleta's legs as my cock slammed into the growing lake of cum inside her. But when I looked down, I saw that Aleta's growing belly was beginning to lift Drew upward! It pressed and burgeoned out to the sides under her sister's weight like a waterbed. 

I sighed in pleasure as I kept filling her. BLURCH. BLURCH. BLURCH. My cock blasted her insides like a cannon. 

Drew rose, groaning as she scooted away and sat on the wooden table, kneeling with her thighs around Aleta's head. Her sister clawed at her belly as I filled her. My jizz leaked out of Drew and into a puddle atop the oak. 

Aleta's belly quickly outclassed even her enormous, leaking tits. My cock's outline had long disappeared as her stomach spilled sideways onto the table. I felt my sperm rolling and rushing around me. I felt so much heat coming out of my cock. GLOOOOORCH. Pints of pearly spunk exploded into her as my nuts emptied themselves. Milk was pouring from her and her sister's fat teats. 

Finally, I felt my balls starting to grow empty. Splurt-splurt-splurt. The dregs of my orgasm—cupfuls of cum—drained into her. And finally, I was done. Her belly sat atop her like a bean bag chair, jiggling and quivering with every breath she took. Aleta went limp against the wooden table. I pushed up her up along its surface—an easy task with how much fluid was greasing the wood. 

I looked at Drew. "You're next." 

"My pussy's still raw," she complained half-heartedly. But she smiled as she said it. 

I waggled my finger at her. She scooted toward the end of the table. I put my hand on Aleta's belly and began pulling backwards. Schloooork! Ropes of jizz sagged from my cock before snapping, adding to the mess. Seed squirted around me. Pop! My head came free, dripping spunk, covered in thick white layers of hot frosting. Grrmmbll ... GLOOOSCH! A white torrent erupted from between Aleta's legs, gushing into the pool on the floor. She moaned and twitched, kicking her legs as she came once more. The air in the room was already a thick fog of sex, but now with the seminal waterfall coming from Aleta, splashing on the floor, mixed with her juices—that fog was almost palpable. The whole hall outside probably smelled of sex. 

I sat in the chair, feeling my nuts swinging low and mucking through the musky mire atop the tiles. I rolled towards Drew, my jizz sticking up the wheels. My cock was an ivory-painted tower, precum pouring from the tip and clearing trails through the coating of seed. 




Brod: Growing Unrest Pt. 01



Drew put her feet on the arms of the chair and bit her lower lip. I wrapped my hands around her waist as she put her hands on my shoulders. She began to lower herself towards the gargantuan thing that had made her sister into a fountain. Sweat rolled down her feverish flesh, feeling hot under my fingers. Spunk dripped from her, splatting against my glans as she sat on it. 

Gliisch. She moaned loudly as she immediately began to stretch, her pussy still sore and loose from yesterday. Aleta's head rolled to the side and I found her bleary gaze on us. I wasn't sure if she was aware of what was happening or not. 

I looked up at Drew and grinned as she bit her lower lip, clenching her eyes shut, breathing heavily as she stretched herself around me, my hands stabilizing her. Her deep breaths shook her dripping tits as she made a mewling noise in her throat. Pop! My crown was inside her, easily pushing into the cunt I'd ruined yesterday. 

"I can't. I'm so raw. I could barely walk this morning!" whimpered Drew. "I-I-I! Haauugh!" SPLOOSCH! She came hard, steaming juice splashing all over my chest and rolling down the sides of my cock. Her silky tunnel clamped down on my cock. 

Her feet slipped from the armrests. She fell. All her weight slammed down on my cock, and it rocketed up into her instantly and audibly—SKLOOORSCH! My glans slammed into her cervix, ramming past it before impacting the back of her womb and squishing into all that cum inside her. 

"AAAUUUUGH!" she howled before going limp in my hands. Her eyes rolled back. Her legs dangled on either side of the chair. Her lips stretched like a red rubber band around my cock's fat midpoint. She hung backward, her stomach tented and pulled out by my cock, butting up between her fat tits. 

I leaned her back against the table. SKLRT-SKLRT-SKLRT. She kept cumming and cumming, making an incoherent warbling noise as her pussy rippled and spasmed furiously around my pulsing organ. Juice cascaded down my cock and down my nuts. I felt the cum I'd left in her squishing pleasantly around my crown, kept hot by her insides. 

I wrapped a stout, powerful arm around her back and pulled her toward me. Since my cock was only halfway in her, her body was raised—giving me an opportunity to wrap my mouth around one of her fat tits. My tongue teased its tip, and I was rewarded with gushing sweetness as a stream of milk flowed into my mouth. Her other nipple poured milk onto my shoulder. 

"Mph. Mph. Mmm." I moaned around her fat nipple. The rubbery nub was like sucking on a fingertip, though it kept squirting mouthfuls of milk. I felt the sweet heat rolling down my throat as I felt her slick womb caressing and rippling around my cock. 

I wrapped my other arm around her, my hand clutching her ass, and I lifted her up, up my cock pulling out inch by inch. Schlllrk. I let her drop. Plusch! She cried out. I began to pump her entire body up and down my cock, my biceps flexing, my fingertips sinking into her pliable flesh. Her legs dangled on either side as her head laid back. Her pussy clenched, and once again, I was drenched. Gliiisch! Juices squirted around me as I poured pints of precum into her body, her belly already swelling noticeably. 

I talked to her later, so I knew that her pussy was raw. She'd felt like a used-up balloon, the flesh stretched and loose. After I left her wrecked, swollen, and gaping, she had to get a ride home. She'd spilled jizz in the footwell of the car, and when she got inside, she sat in her bathtub letting my sperm drain out. Drew had woken up needy, yet sore, barely able to walk straight ... and here I was again, redoing everything I'd done with my two-foot cock. 

I bulged up her belly, my cockhead actually slipping between her bouncing tits. Milk sprayed all over me. The chair creaked and groaned as it strained. Her eyelids fluttered as her pussy rippled. I wasn't sure if she'd ever stopped orgasming. Little pulses of juice kept squirting out, and I don't know if it was all mine. She looked several months pregnant because of all my steaming syrup. 

I moved forward, lowering our bodies. I laid her in the hot puddle on the tiles. Her body squished. Jizz poured from Aleta's cunt and cascaded down over her face and the back of my head, rolling over my ears and dripping past my cheeks, hot globs of spunk rolling down my back and soaking into my shirt. I leaned to the side and it rolled over Drew's face, covering her in layers and layers of semen as Aleta's feet dangled. 

I pounded her spasming womb. My balls bounced and slid in the pool of juices. Her toes curled, as if trying to grab the sexual slurry. Her arms flailed out and splashed. Milk poured from her tits and rolled into the pool. It was up against the door, rolling into the hallway. I leaned down and drank deeply, groaning as I slurped down cupfuls of sweet, fresh, torrid milk. All the while, sperm rained down on us. 

I don't know how much longer it was. She kept spasming and bursting with pleasure. I groaned and felt my balls tightening up again. I panted loudly as I slammed her womb. Seeing as how I'd pounded all of my old cum out of her, it was only fair that I fill her back up. 

I felt that familiar pressure, the tightness, and ... BLOOORCH. I erupted. Her belly swelled quickly as I felt the cum blasting through my cock like a fire hydrant. SPLOOORT. SPLOOORT. SPLOOORT. 

"Aaaagh!" she screamed, her voice ragged, her eyes unable to focus on anything. 

WHUNK. The door flew open. In stepped one of the security guards. Over six feet of powerfully built brunette, her athletic frame obvious under her uniform. 

She squinted at me when she realized what she was seeing. "Brod!" she cried out, taking a step into the room. "Fuck!" her feet slid through the pool and she fell back onto her ass, catching herself with her hands. They, too, slipped, and she fell completely onto her side into the pool of sex, her tan uniform turning dark brown. "What the hell, Brod?!" She flicked the fluid from her hands. The thick fog of raw sex hanging in the air invaded her nose and brain. She bit her lower lip, breathing heavily. 

"Mph! Do you want! A turn!" I grunted. My cock interrupted. SPLUUUURT. 

Her eyes rolled over Drew's belly as it grew well past medicine-ball-sized. "Please." 

"Take the keys! My pants!" GLURCH. GLURCH. I nodded to my shredded slacks. "There's a duffel bag in my car. Black Escalade. In the back. Get it. Then get ready!" GLUUUURT! 

The guard got to her feet and ran outside. 

Like rising dough, her belly jiggled and wobbled as it grew, just as it must have last night. It pushed her tits upwards, their milk making white arcs in the air. GLURCH GLURCH GLURCH! I kept shooting my load, my gigantic nuts sitting on the hard tiles, squeezing and rippling, pleasure radiating up from them as they emptied. Ripples came off them, traveling through the pool. Liters of goopy, sloppy, pressurized white heat rushed through my cock, erupting into her from its tip. 

I don't know how much time passed, but Drew's belly had grown every bit as large as Aleta's had been. The guard returned, holding my bag. She put it in the corner. I sighed as the last dregs of sperm left my nuts. I licked my lips, looking down at Drew. Her body was limp, orgasmic catatonia keeping her unconscious. She kept twitching, her belly rippling. Aleta was aware once more, and she sat up, her belly filling her lap. She pressed her pussy to the table to keep my cum inside her. 

I looked up to find the security guard bending over the table. She was now completely naked, and her round, toned glutes were perked up into the air, waiting for— 

WHUNK. 

A tall Latina walked into the room, her hair done up in a smart bun. Greta. She had slight wrinkles about her pretty eyes. She spoke to someone following her, "And if you'll just follow me to the conference room, ladies, we can sit down and discuss..." she sniffed loudly and looked into the room. But she was already inside. Too late to back out. Somehow, she didn't slip. "What the hell?!" she said. "Aleta? Drew? Ellie?!" 

The security guard, Aleta, and I, all stared at Greta. I could see several businesswomen standing in the hallway. Granted, from my angle, all I saw was a bunch of stockings and heels. 

Greta took another two steps into the room. I could see her jaw working as she looked down at me. She saw me in a sperm-soaked dress shirt, kneeling in a pool of jizz covering the floor, half my monstrous erection buried in one of her employees. And, of course, that employee was buried under her own belly. 

Now I had a good view of the businesswomen in the hall. I smiled and leaned forward, putting an elbow on Drew's belly and my chin on my hand."Hello, ladies. You must be from Bay Steelworks," I said. 

*** 

I felt my stomach growling. I needed to grab some lunch. I hadn't expected to be detained for several hours. 

I put my hand on the great chocolatey dome of the woman's belly. It sank deep into it as I pulled my cock free. Schlllrrr-pop! I sighed in pleasure as my two-foot fuckrod pulsed and dripped precum. 

She groaned and twitched. One of her heels had disappeared. Jizz dripped down her stockinged leg to the pool of white that now covered the conference room floor. A white waterfall fountained from her stretched-out cunt. She groaned as she rested in the mire of white gunk covering the table. 

Next to her, Greta was laying atop her vastly swollen belly. It looked like she was laying on a cinnamon-colored bean-bag chair. Her plush ass was perked up into the air. A white fountain gushed from her devastated pussy, rolling down her belly to drip into the floor below. 

Splat! A wad of cum fell from the ceiling onto my shoulder. The ficus in the corner had gone from green to white. More pearly seed rolled down the wooden panels on the walls. Jizz rolled in fist-sized globs off the seats and table. Three more of the representatives from Bay Steelworks' board were sitting in a few of those chairs, bellies spilling past the armrests as they moaned around the table. 

Ellie's abs had disappeared into her swollen belly. Spunk rolled down her muscular thighs. She was sitting up against the wall, on the floor, sperm leaking out of her. With a gurgle, she sputtered up several mouthfuls of semen onto her breasts. 

The water cooler was laying on its side in the muck. I'd had enough presence to unplug it, at least. A thickly voluptuous white lady was bent over the fallen appliance, her ass in the air, her pussy leaking my seed. The swollen domes of two more bellies pinned their owners atop the conference table. Sperm was rolling down the windows. I wondered if anyone had seen us through them. 

My shirt had long since been torn away. I was now completely naked, my clothing in a sperm-soaked ball in the corner. I hoped my key fob was okay. My own jizz was covering most of my body. I could feel it on my cheeks, sticking under my chin, on my neck. It was running down my back. I could feel it draining out of my cock, swinging in long ropes as I surveyed the seminal devastation. 

Aleta and Drew both twitched on the floor. I'd taken both of them for a second round. Sperm flowed from their asses as well as their cunts. 

"You're right, Aleta," I sighed. "I really do feel better!" Indeed, I wasn't nearly as worried as I'd been when I realized how much bigger I'd gotten. It was really an illogical fear, but ... it is such a strange thing changing without your own knowledge. "I should go to the tailor, though. I might want to try a new one." 

I opened my bag. Inside was a trash bag that I used for my sperm-slicked shoes and clothes. I replaced it inside the duffel and poked my head into the hall. 

I looked back and forth. Clear. The thick white pool was filling much of the hallways, creeping under the door across and flowing along the tiles. I stepped through it into the bathroom. I couldn't shower, but at least they always kept the paper towels stocked. 

I cleaned myself as best as I could. When I came out of the bathroom, I'd lost my adjustment to the smell of that room. The whole hallway reeked of my jizz. I love that smell. I heard groaning as I passed the conference room door. I managed to get back to the car without much incident. 

*** 

I lounged in the sun on my patio, looking out over Tocobaga bay. Sklrch. The UTB freshman cooed as she laid forward atop her belly, resting on the chaise between my splayed legs. I was laying against its back, my cock lodged deep inside her body. I heard more moans from the other chaises ... and I also heard my phone. 

I looked at the screen. Aleta had texted me. 

Aleta Kontos: We got the Bay Steelworks deal. 

I smiled and texted back. 

Me: Glad to help. 

Aleta Kontos: They want you to attend some kind of corporate party they're having next week. I already texted Mariam about the offer. 

Me: Great. Did you and Drew make it home? 

Aleta Kontos: Barely lol 

Aleta Kontos: So sore you have no idea 

Aleta Kontos: Sperm EVERYWHERE 

Me: You love it. So do you know any good tailors?



Brod: Growing Unrest Pt. 02



Sarkopheros Says: 

In my latest poll, I asked if you guys wanted faster but shorter updates, or if you wanted me to keep the previous pace. 

Twice as many people voted for quicker updates as voted for keeping the status quo. And there was one vote for "WHO CARES GIVE ME MORE OF BROD." So this chapter of Brod's tale is the first one written with the shorter format and quicker updates in mind. There's no direct sex in this one, but ... well, it has a very messy beginning and it sets up the next couple of chapters. 

Since this is the second part of the Growing Unrest story arc, I assume you are already familiar with Brod's tropes. If you aren't, well, I'm not going to warn you because honestly if you don't know the stories your reaction will probably be pretty funny. Just don't expect anything resembling reality. 

I hope you guys enjoy this faster pace. Please, please leave me your feedback! I'm eager to hear from my audience! And I'm likewise happy to hear constructive criticism! 

*** 

In my last story, I'd learned that my cock had grown to two feet long, and that my balls were even bigger than before! Naturally, this was disconcerting. Fortunately, when I returned home that evening, some of the ladies in my house helped me with my discomfiture. 

Now, you may or may not know this, but my house is sort of a revolving door. There are always girls coming, and going. Though they generally come far more often than they go. If it weren't for my staff, it would be a whole lot of trouble, because things get really messy really fast. 

I smiled up at my maid as she came to take my breakfast plate. Her heavy tits bounced and quivered as she bent down. Alicia picked it up and clucked her tongue, rolling her eyes as she turned away, giving me a view of her plus ass, my maid's delicious tan skin exposed for my delight. 

The lack of an outfit was practical, though—my maids were usually nude simply because things were so messy that any clothes ended up saturated and caked with jizz just from them walking around. I exaggerate, but not by much. Splat. Splat. Even now, she walked through a puddle of spunk that must have been at least an inch thick, creeping over the tile of my living room. 

I checked the location on my laptop. I knew roughly where my destination was—I'd passed the location before. I didn't foresee a problem getting there. 

I closed the laptop and removed it from the girl's back. She groaned as she laid atop her vast belly, swollen like a big, bronze bean bag. It held her up at a convenient height for use as an improvised desk. I'd finished blowing my load in her, and much of it was now leaking out around my cock, waves of thick, white spunk rolling down her thighs and stomach to the puddle on the floor, much of it slathering my titanic nuts as they rested against her gravidness. My feet were planted in a pool of this muck. My heavy balls hung so low that they dipped into it. 

Hers was the last pussy available in the house, so I didn't see much of a point in pulling out right away. Granted, I could have fucked the maids, but there was a huge mess to clean up. 

I put my hand on her plump ass and pushed. Schllrrrrk. Inch after inch of leg-thick womb-wrecker pulled free of her. She mewled and began to twitch and shudder in orgasm, sending jets of juice into the air around my girth. Pop! My glans came free, and with it, my seed, gushing out of her and all over my sack, making the puddle below grow. I leaned down and put my hands on her belly, sliding her through the lubricating seed so I could get off the couch. Gllrrrsch! Some of that gushing jizz drenched my chest and belly in heat. 

I stepped around her, then maneuvered between her belly and that of the neighboring swollen white girl. I swerved around her, avoiding the coffee table and the three spunk-bloated bodies draped over it. Their bellies pinned them to the table, and what space they didn't occupy was covered in inches of goopy spunk. It rolled and dripped to the ground, another vast puddle merging with the ones left by the other girls. This was exactly why most of my house was tiled. 

My living room was airy, the ceiling high, skylights in the roof and picture windows overlooking the bay. Bright sunlight lit the devastation within. Every cubic inch of the air in this room was dripping with sex, the thick scent hanging in the air and making glistening trails roll down the thighs of my maid as she picked up my computer. And almost all the furniture was draped with swollen girls. 

The spot I'd been sitting in on my couch was the only clear one. Four ladies laden with jizz lay gasping and moaning. One of them was draped over the armrest, her ass sticking in the air. Another was resting her head on the back of the couch, her pussy gushing jizz over the seats. This one kneaded her belly. Two more on the nearby loveseat were moaning and kissing each other. I could see mouthfuls of spunk being traded, tongues wrestling, whiteness rolling down their chins as they tried to wrap their arms around each other. Their bellies were far too large for that, though. 

My cock bobbed in front of me, still pulsing and hungry, throwing off globs of jizz that splatted on the floor and ceiling. Splat-splat-splat. Slap-slap-slap. My feet stepped through torrid batter as my heavy nuts slapped my thighs. I passed a blonde and a redhead slumped against the wall on the floor. 

The redhead looked up at me, bleary-eyed, a goofy grin on her face. "Thanks—glurk!" SPLAT. She ejected a fist-sized glob of jizz. "Thanks for breakfast, Brod." 

I chuckled. "I can't leave you girls to starve, you need your strength." 

I walked into my main bedroom. I actually have two master bedrooms in my house—there was one where no sex ever took place, because as accustomed as I was to sleeping in a seminal swamp of my own creation, sometimes it was nice to have a clean bed. 

Then there was the second one. 

Every square inch of my king-sized bed had a moaning, dripping, swollen lady on it. Honestly, I wasn't sure how many girls were in here. One sat in an armchair, staring out the window at the bay. Her belly engulfed the armrest like an espresso-colored water balloon. Six ... seven? I counted the collection of monstrously swollen bellies preventing their owners from moving anywhere. Amidst the tangle of limbs and bodies upon my bed, I counted eight bellies. 

I walked into the bathroom. The floor was covered in inch-deep jizz that made me stop and question why the hell I thought getting cleaned up in this bedroom was a good idea. 

I still remember way back, when I was much younger, and a couple dozen pussies could satisfy it. Its appetite had only grown. To be honest, I sometimes envy smaller guys. After all, a lot of you can fuck or jerk off a few times in a day and be done with your libido. And then you can clean up with a paper towel or two. 

Meanwhile, I had to get custom-built plumbing installed in my house to avoid clogging the pipes with so much jizz. And I've clogged my share of pipes, believe me. You know that meme going around about a notice to stop boys in a dorm from jerking off and clogging the drains with jizz? I actually do that all by myself. 

I went upstairs to my main bedroom. The one that didn't eternally reek of an orgy. Meg was gathering up my laundry. She smiled at me, waddling past—I'd fucked her once in the morning and once in the evening yesterday. Her wide hips rolled past as she kissed my cheek. 

I managed to get cleaned up, though it took me a good half hour of running my cock under cold water to get it to deflate. Once my cock gets going, it just doesn't want to stop. 

I dressed in my usual fare—basketball shorts and a t-shirt. In this case, a purple Third Street Saints shirt. I went into the garage, got into my Escalade, and got on the road. 

My gigantic nuts, each a bit larger than a volleyball, hung over the edge of the seat. Usually, basketball shorts were comfortable, but, they'd gotten tighter and tighter over the last couple years. The cloth hugged my absurd bulge tightly, trying in vain to contain it and give me some dignity. Then again, "dignity" wasn't something that often factored into my life. My sixteen-inches-plus of flaccid meat rubbed and slid under the elastic cloth. No modesty was possible for me. 

About twenty minutes later I was on the tailor's street. While Aleta hadn't known a good tailor, her boss Greta did. Apparently, her husband was a large gentleman who came here, as well. 

The shopping center also contained a few other places. There was a Mediterranean place nearby. A gyro might be in order later. I saw a few other restaurants, one of those Curvy chain gyms for women, a couple clothing and shoe stores. The tailor was next to the gym. "Bhola Bespoke" was emblazoned above the entry. 

I parked and went into the tailor's shop. I opened the glass door. A chime went off deeper inside. 

The ceilings were high, and the space was made of wood. A few large fans spun lazily overhead. Racks of suits, pants, shirts, cloth, and all the proper accoutrements lined the walls. Two hallways flanked the central counter and lead back to what I assumed were measuring booths and fitting rooms. 

This was an interesting shop, because it didn't just cater to men. I could see a gap into the next section of the store, where there was a bunch of saris, cholis, salwar kameezes, and other Indian-style women's clothing. 

"Hello, hello!" came the feminine voice around the corner. "Welcome, who is that I hear in the front?" A dark-skinned pear-shaped woman jiggled around the corner. "Is that—oh my damn!" Her jaw dropped. Her big brown eyes locked on my titanic bulge. What she was looking at appeared to be two over-inflated volleyballs and nearly a half yard of obese sausage crammed into too little elastic grey cloth. 

"I'm Brod," I told her. 

She nodded, blinking and shaking her head. There was a bindi between her furrowed brows. She looked at me and said, "Yes, of course. Greta told me about you. But. Words don't do you justice. I am Arva Bhola. And you ... you are huge!" Arva sighed. "I did not believe Greta until now!" 

Just then, a girl in a burgundy dress came out. Her green eyes locked onto my bulge, her jaw dropped, and out came "Fuck!" 

"Lana!" chastised Arva. A few wrinkles appeared when she glared at Lana. "Language!" 

"Sorry, Auntie! But look at him!" she protested, gesturing at me, her eyes open as wide as an owl's as she looked at her aunt. 

"I can see him! Is vulgarity what you learn in school?!" Arva sighed, turned to me, and said, "Please forgive my niece." It seemed that Lana's outburst had distracted her enough to allow her to reassert some poise. 

"I hear stuff like that all the time, don't worry," I chuckled. 

Unlike Lana, Arva's hair was up in a neat bun, and she was dressed in a purple sari. Lana's face was rounder than her aunt's, her lips fuller. Both of them had prominent noses and cheekbones—I suppose that it was familial. Their dark bronze skin must have been, as well. Both of them were lovely. But one thing I couldn't ignore, which they also shared, was those curves! Damn. I had to wonder if they had become tailors because of their incredible figures? 

Both had incredibly wide, round hips. I wanted to see them from the back! Their thighs were bigger than their waists, and they were no waifs. These ladies were thick. Their tits were the size of their heads ... Not as big as Aleta's from yesterday, but fuck, there was some nice quivering. Any normal clothes would have struggled with their deliciously voluptuous hourglass figures. I could feel my cock shifting. I found myself wondering what Lana's mother looked like. 

"I'm Brod." I extended a hand toward Lana. She shook it. 

"You're strong," she commented, smiling up at me. 

I could have complimented those gigantic hips, or their ludicrous busts, but instead, I said, "You both have the most perfect eyebrows I've ever seen," I commented. 

"Oh, thank you!" giggled Lana. "I'm learning to do threading." 

"Yes, she is very talented, thank you for noticing," said Arva. Her eyes wandered downward. It seemed she remembered how outrageous my package was. "So, Brod. Uh. You know..." 

"I think what my aunt is going to ask is why've you come today?" asked Lana, elbowing Arva. 

Her aunt cleared her throat and said, "Yes, that's right. Greta told me a little about you, but not what you needed." 

I nodded. "Right. What I need is pants. I have custom pants, right? But I've grown since I got them." I patted my right nut. "Yesterday my pants ripped open in the bank while I was squatting. It was embarrassing." 

"Oh, my, in front of everyone?" asked Arva. "What a sight it must have been..." 

"Yeah. That does sound awful...," agreed Lana. "I wonder if anyone took pictures?" 

"Yeah," I confirmed. "I had to go in the back with a banker I knew and hide in the conference room." 

"Is that where you won them the Bay Steelworks account?" asked Arva. 

I smirked. "Yes." 

Arva bit her lower lip and waved me into the back. "Let's start measuring you. This should be interesting." 

I followed them into the back, and damn was I right about their asses. They were so big and round, bouncing and jiggling. I could see the gentle twitching of Lana's powerful-looking hamstring under her soft flesh. These ladies probably worked out. Those asses swayed back and forth hypnotically. I tried not to grab them. My cock was starting to attempt its escape from my shorts. I regretted not wearing underwear. 

They came to a chest of drawers at the end, where the two hallways met. Arva opened the top drawer, and said, "Where is it?" 

"What?" asked Lana. 

"The tapes, of course," she answered. 

"You moved them into the bottom drawer," answered Lana. She bent over and slid the lowest drawer open, perking that fat booty up in the air. I heard her rummaging. 

"No, let me look." Arva bent over, her huge ass now exposed as well. Four plump, round, inviting, gropeable, enormous ass cheeks jiggled and bounced in front of me as they searched for their tools. 

Lana looked over her shoulder and noticed me. Then she realized what I was looking at. We shared a grin. She glanced at her aunt and back at me. My cock was now in an arch, pushing the front of my pants out until the first few inches were visible. Lana licked her lips. 

She reached back and grabbed her skirt with her fingers, and with a flick of her wrist, the cloth flipped up over her back, exposing her bare ass and her minimal panties. A puffy mound was visible, almost escaping her underwear. 

I stepped forward and ran both hands over her ass. As her aunt kept rummaging through the chest, oblivious, Lana pushed back and ground her mound against my burgeoning bulge. That felt nice and warm through the thin cloth. 

Lana straightened up and bit her lower lip as she looked up at me. Her aunt stood up. I stepped back. 

"Hah!" Arva held up a tape measure. Then she looked down at my bulge and frowned. 

"Um. Brod, what—" 

FLUMP. My cock surged free, uncurling and flopping out of my pants, draping over the waist, a lazy downward arc that became straighter and straighter as I grew bigger and bigger. The fleshy behemoth hung in the air between them. 

Arva opened her mouth, but it took her a moment to actually speak. "...Uh. What ... are you ... excited?" 

"I was looking at your asses, couldn't help it," I answered. 

"Oh my god," panted Lana. Neither of them could take their eyes off my swelling organ. "So huge! You're bigger than anything ever!" 

"I ... I ... oh dear, oh no." Arva mewled in her throat. "C-can you not get it to go down? I cannot measure you when you're hard!" 

My organ did not want to go down. It swelled to its full two-foot size, jutting proudly forward, a marble-sized, glistening droplet appearing at the tip. It pulsed powerfully, finger-thick vessels rippling as they supplied the monster's energy. 

"Not until I get it off," I said. That wasn't true, but I needed that pussy. "Sorry, but god damn, do you girls have nice asses." 

"Lana, did you tease him?" asked Arva, looking at her niece. 

"I might have!" she answered, licking her lips as she looked at my erection. 

"Well, help him get it down, I cannot deal with this if he's erect. This is your fault," she said before walking away, out to the front. I could hear her breathing deeply and muttering under her breath. 

When I looked back at Lana, I could see glistening trails rolling down her thighs. "Come with me," she said, grabbing my cock behind the glans and leading me into one of the fitting rooms.



Brod: Growing Unrest Pt. 03



She closed the door behind us. I made a low rumbling noise in my chest as my eyes roamed down her back to her backside. I could see both her ass and her front with the mirrors. I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my shorts and pulled them down, exposing my fleshy volleyballs to the cool air. 

Lana stared at my heavy cock for a long moment in the mirror, her eyes locked and unblinking. Then, she turned, and her eyes widened, almost as if she was surprised it was still real. She gulped and fell to her knees, looking up at my cock as it hovered above her, cast in shadow by the light above. She bit her lower lip, her eyes bright as she took in the sight. At least until a fat glob of steaming-hot precum dripped into her cleavage. Splat! 

"Ooh!" Lana reached up, caressing my organ with with both hands and eyes before kissing the tip. A single string of pre stuck to her chin when she pulled away. "Is it true? Are you the Monster of Tocobaga Bay?" she asked. I'd seen this before. Many girls who know who I am hold a somewhat dignified facade until they get me alone. Now it was time for her to be star-struck. Cock-struck, perhaps? 

I shook my head. "What? Who called me that?" I laughed. 

"At UTB and SFU. They all talk about you," she said. "They call you the Monster, or the Behemoth." 

"Really?" I asked. "You're making that up!" I insisted. 

She put her cheek to my cock, closing her eyes. Lana let out a long, hot breath against my pubes. Then she inhaled deeply. I took off my shirt. Now, I was only wearing sneakers and socks. With a soft purring, she rubbed her face up the length of my cock, trailing soft kisses on its hot surface. Then she lapped up the dripping precum, and I heard an almost orgasmic "Ohhmm!" before she went back to kissing the pulsing organ, her wavy black hair brushing delicately against its skin. 

She spoke again. "From what I heard, the girls came up with a nickname for you since the guys don't like to hear about you." Her eyes opened, and she shuffled back so she could look directly at my cock. Both of her hands rubbed over its heated surface, and both hands were utterly insufficient. "They say this thing has wrecked thousands of girls on campus over the past few years. They said it destroys entire dorms and devastated all of sorority row in a day." 

"What? So they made me into a kaiju?" I laughed. I still wasn't sure if I believed her or not. "I didn't fuck all of sorority row at once. Like, five houses, over a long weekend, maybe?" 

"How many girls have you fucked today?!" she moaned, shifting my cock to the side to look into my eyes. That was when I noticed the shining puddle growing under her. "Tell me!" 

"I woke up today and fucked maybe. I don't know, twenty-something?" I said. 

"Ooh!" she panted, almost falling against my cock, rolling her tongue over its tip. "Th-this week?" 

"I don't know. Maybe two hundred total? I wasn't counting, you know. I did visit a dorm over the weekend at Saint Fortis.," I said, referring to another university in the Tocobaga Bay area. 

"Oh, yes, yes! Oh my god!" she closed her eyes and began slurping down precum eagerly, her hands pumping my length. Her arms almost had to straighten just to reach from base to tip. "And I heard you knock women up for a living?" she asked. 

"Yeah," I grunted, leaning back against the wooden wall. My precum was pouring into her waiting mouth fast enough to fill it every few seconds. It spilled out from her lips, over her chin, down her chest, soaking her dress. Some trickled down my cock and over my nuts. 

Her hands rubbed over my gigantic balls. "How many women have you knocked up?" she asked me. My balls looked so big with her hands on them. Each nut would take two just to hold. 

Since this is my business, I actually had a number for her. "Over the 15 years I've been doing it? 31,584," I answered. 

"Augh!" she cried out before she fell into my balls, burying her face into them and grabbing handfuls of scrotum as her whole body began to shudder. I saw her hips rolling and her legs shuddering. Gloosch! Jets of fresh, clear fluid gushed out from under her skirt. I felt and heard it as she yowled into my sack. 

After her juicy orgasm ended, she continued to bury her face in my nuts. Her hands rubbed up the gigantic orbs, and I could feel her licking and sucking at mouthfuls of my flesh. My cock poured pre down her spine, rolling down to her ass. She sighed. I think maybe she was talking, but it was muffled. She just kept rubbing her face up and down, thick folds of feverish skin molding around half her head, each nut bigger than it was. It felt wonderful. 

Finally, she came up for air and gasped, "I wish my aunt had told me you were coming! You want this big fat ass, you can have it!" She climbed unsteadily to her feet. 

I grinned and pointed at the rail attached to the wall across from the bench. "Grab that. Bend over." 

She did just that, presenting that beautifully plump rump to me. I smiled at her in the mirror. She bit her lip as I slipped my fingers under her skirt, flipping it onto her back. "I also heard you love big asses like this one," she panted. 

"You heard right. Especially a big, delicious, dark-colored ass like this," I rumbled. "I've never met an Indian girl shaped like this!" 

"My family does," she said. Her panties were so slick that I mistook them for a different color at first. I took the straps and slid them down. The sound of moist cloth peeling away from heated flesh was audible ... schlrrrrsch. They fell to the ground near her ankles and she kicked them away. Splat. 

"Mmmh. I see that," I rumbled, gently caressing her warm flesh with my fleshy hands, squeezing handfuls of flesh. I wished I could have gripped more at the same time. I hefted my two-foot monster and rested it between those massive cheeks. 

She moaned again. "It's so heavy! It's like a damn kid sitting on my back!" 

"I am pretty good at giving girls kids," I chuckled. My precum was a constant, slick, steaming-hot stream, dripping down between her ass cheeks, seeping deep in between. 

I could see her face in the mirror as she gripped the cool steel bar. She kept biting and releasing her lip, messing up her lipstick. She looked back at me, eyes shining with need. I could see my cock slipping up and down from a whole new angle in the mirror. Glisch, glisch, glisch. I ground up and down against her ass, groaning as I felt the hot flesh rubbing against my organ's belly. 

Cups worth of fresh slime poured from my cock's mouth, rolling down and collecting on her ass before rolling down and falling to the floor in globs. Splat! Splat! I grabbed handfuls of pre and began rubbing my hands over her ass, licking my lips and making a low growling noise in my throat as I gripped and kneaded that pliable flesh. The cheeks were so slick, wrapping and slipping over my cock. My heavy balls rubbed against the backs of her thighs. 

"Mmmph," I rumbled. "Look at this fucking thing." 

"Look at your fucking thing," she panted. 

I chuckled and continued to massage her ass for a long moment, enjoying the sight and feel of her rear. Then I stepped back and turned sideways behind her. I grabbed my cock by the base and grinned at her. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. There was a chiming. Someone must have came into the store. 

I didn't answer her. Instead, I swung my cock back, then forward, and SMACK! It walloped her across her fat ass, making it jiggle like mad. 

"Ooohh!" cried Lana, her lips puckering into an O in the mirror. 

I groaned. This felt damn good to me, too. The sudden, intense stimulation, the crash of soft flesh against pulsing hardness. So I did it again! I swung my cock, using it like a fleshy club as I whacked her ass again. SMACK! 

"Brod!" she moaned. "Fuck! I didn't know cock-spanking was possible!" 

"Lots of things are possible when you're as big as me," I rumbled, smiling at her in the mirror. I turned around so I could feel the sweet sting against the other flank of my throbbing monster. I swung it again. Again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

After every impact came Lana's vocal reply, "Augh! Oooh! Mmm! Huhnnnh!" And every impact was likewise accompanied by a bright explosion of shimmering droplets, a shower of precum launched by the impact of flesh-on-flesh. I could see the tiny globs rolling down the mirror. Lana's knees were starting to shake and wobble. I saw her bite her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut, her wavy black hair rolling down over her face as she shifted. 

I hit her one more time. SMACK! 

Lana shuddered, shook, and fell forward, mushing the side of her face against the mirror as her stomach tightened and sploosch! Clear juices gushed out of her pussy onto my cock, drenching it and rolling over its surface, adding to the thick, sexual funk filling the fitting room. It was probably leaking into the shop, too. 

Every square inch of throbbing cock—and there were hundreds of them—now shined in the light. I could see the veins working under the skin. But more importantly, I could see Lana moaning against the mirror, still wearing her heels, badonkadonk up in the air, pussy pouring its nectar. I couldn't resist a sight or a smell like that. 

I grabbed her hips and pushed my enormous glans up against her slit. My head was the size of a coconut, or maybe a big grapefruit—bigger than a softball, anyway. I felt the hot kiss of her needy sex against my tip. I saw it as her face pressed up against the cool glass of the mirror. I heard her moan as I began stretching her fleshy lips. I smelled the scent of her heat. 

She put her hands on the mirror and whimpered as her pussy was stretched like rubber, opening further and further, resisting my gigantic organ, but only temporarily. The elastic flesh distended. Lana shifted her feet apart, her mocha-complected ass quivering, just like the rest of her. 

I growled as I sunk into her boiling-hot depths, dark lips stretching until ... pop! My head sunk in. The reaction was instantaneous. 

"Aawaaugh!" she howled as she gushed, her pussy gripping me as juices squirted out around my cock, re-coating it in that clear, delicious veneer. I could feel the droplets rolling down to the underside. Her walls kneaded my glans like silky hands. I used the slickness to push even deeper, aided by her sheer wetness and my own slime pouring into her. That deliciously dark skin of hers began to shine in the subdued light, sweat rolling down her forehead in the mirror. 

Schhrrrip. I heard a quiet tearing noise. I saw a bulge appear in her lower belly as I sunk the first quarter of my cock into her. Her eyes clenched shut. I began to pump. A slow, relentless pace, pressing her face up against the mirror. Lana's hands returned to gripping the steel bar as I pulled her backward, her eyes opening and looking at mine. 

Glursch. Glursch. Glursch. Every powerful thrust sunk my cock deeper and deeper, inch by inch, until I felt the thump of my glans ramming into the fleshy barrier to her womb. Lana bit her lower lip, whined, and I felt waves roll down her belly as she came again. Skllrsch! Jets of hot nectar sprayed my belly and cock. 

The burgundy of her dress was distended oddly, bulging out and out. Another sound of tearing cloth. Schhrrk. 

"Look down at your stomach," I told her, grinning in the mirror. 

She did so, her eyes opening wider as she beheld the shape of my cock inside her body. "Mmmhahh!" she whimpered, cumming again, her body rocking in orgasm right on top of the last. 

My thrusts became more and more insistent, bouncing her up and down, making her arch her back, her huge ass wobbling with every thrust. Our slickness combined, rolling down her legs, making them glisten, the fluids flowing into her shoes, squishing hotly around her toes. 

I grabbed handfuls of her jiggling rump as it wobbled wildly. My fingers sunk into the yielding softness. I rubbed and kneaded, reaching down to gather handfuls of or fluids. I slapped my hands against her ass, sending out a spray of moisture. I oiled her rump with precum and her own nectar. It was incredible, each gigantic cheek jiggling like a brown basketball, clapping together with my thrusts. Their plushness, along with that of her thick thighs, ensconced several extra inches of pumping cock. I don't only like bottom-heavy girls for their aesthetics—that extra thickness is practical, too. 

"Auumph. You're so. Fuck! Can barely stand!" she cried. "How many before me today?!" demanded Lana again. 

I growled at the back of her head. "I fucked! Mmph! I blasted over two dozen wombs with jizz!" I groaned as I slammed my cock into her. GLUSCH. GLUSCH. GLUSCH. She moaned. I continued, "I pumped bathtubs worth of jizz today! They couldn't even move after, their bellies were so big! And I was still horny after!" I grunted. "The same thing I'm gonna do to you!" 

"Yes!" she cried. "Yeeh-auuugh!" she cried out and bowed forward as she came again, her pussy gripping and rippling, powerful spasms rocking her being. I could feel every single one squeezing my cock, just as I heard the glooosch! of her next explosive climax. A fresh coat of heat sprayed me. That was all I needed. Her cervix loosened slightly. Experience told me one more good thrust would do it. 

I pulled my hips back, drawing my two-foot monster back like a battering ram. Lana bit her lower lip and closed her eyes tightly. The bulge in her stomach receded. Maybe she knew what was coming. 

My cock slammed back into her like a freight train. Her cervix stretched and buckled. My coconut-sized glans crashed into the back of her womb. It tented her belly out far from her body. Her back seam split open near the middle. Lana's heels left the floor. The air left her lungs. 

She didn't even cry out at first, but her body began to convulse, her eyes rolled back into her head, and she warbled incoherently. "Aahmmumm. Muahhuhh. Mahugh!" Bright arcs of glistening cunt-juice sprayed all over my thighs and stomach, mixed with my own fluid. Lana fell forward against the mirror again, her mouth hanging open, her cheek against cool glass, strings of drool hanging from her mouth. If my cock hadn't been inside her, she would have collapsed right then. 

I wrapped my arms underneath her and pulled her back. My thick arm wrapped around her waist. I straightened up, lifting her. Only a foot of cock was inside her. The rest served to hold her up in the air, her heels scratching my legs, her weight coming down on my cock, her head lolling back. Her orgasm hadn't ended as far as I could tell. It wasn't as intense, but I could feel her pussy moving in gentle waves around me. 

I sat down on the bench on the opposite side of the booth. The wood creaked under our combined weight. My coarse, meaty hands wrapped around the sides of her chest, just under her armpits. I began to bounce her up and down my cock, biceps flexing as I lifted her, pulling glistening inches out before slamming the back in. 

Her fat tits jiggled and bounced wildly. The bulge of my cock pushed up between the heavy, low-hanging breasts. Lana's legs and arms dangled, her heels and calves rubbed against my gigantic nuts. Her skirt hung down now, covering a lot of my cock. But I could see the thick layers of cunt juice and hot precum rolling down my cock in glistening waves. Her eyelids fluttered. I shifted her back, leaning my shoulders against the wall so her weight pinned her back to my chest. 

I grabbed handfuls of her tits, kneading those jiggling things through her dress. I could feel my nuts starting to tighten up. As I thrust upward, they bounced against the carpet. I started pumping more quickly, bouncing her up and down, causing her to make some odd noises. 

"Aaummh. Awwaummnh. Mmmmh. Wmmgh," came her catatonic moaning. Fluids kept squirting from her, and not all of them were mine—indeed, I don't think she'd stopped orgasming. 

But I could feel my balls tightening. The feeling like there was more cum than space inside. I shifted my arms. One of them wrapped around her shoulder, in a sort of half-nelson. I grabbed the back of her head and tilted it forward. My other arm wrapped tightly around her waist. 

"Lana, look," I rumbled behind her. 

Her eyes opened, her gaze rolled forward. How aware was she? It didn't matter much. 

I erupted. 

SPLOOORCH! A solid column of seed forced its way up my cock, blasting from the tip like a geyser. For several seconds that wad flowed through my pulsing organ, Lana's belly growing that entire time. 

"Ooohmm!" she moaned. 

GLUUUUURCH. I shot again, a nickel-thick rope of spunk splashing and stretching her womb with raw, goopy heat. SPLURT. SPLURT. SPLURT. I kept shooting, and her belly kept growing, out, and out, and out. The outline of my cock disappeared. BLOOOOORCH. Pressurized spunk sprayed out around my girth. 

"Aaaugh! So much!" whined the girl. 

SPLUUUUUURT. I groaned and leaned back against the wooden wall, relaxing as my nuts emptied. Lana laid back against my chest, but I helped her keep her gaze on her own growing belly. Within moments, she was nine months pregnant with twins, and my nuts still hadn't nearly emptied. 

SCHRRRIIIP! Her dress gave. An avalanche of brown flesh. Her enormously bloated belly was free, her tits bare, sitting heavily atop it as it grew. The remains of her dress hung around her waist. I kept cumming and cumming and cumming, and she kept swelling and swelling and swelling. Every time my wads exploded inside her womb, her belly jiggled. I wasn't even thrusting. SPLURT! Wobble-wobble. SPLURT! Wobble-wobble. 

Soon, her belly was wider than her hips. I lowered her to the floor so she could lay atop it. I lounged there, my hands rubbing over her gigantic ass, gripping handfuls of pleasant flesh as I spent the next few minutes blowing my load. Lana rose up and up into the air as her belly spread to the sides. Soon, she was high enough to use as her back as an ottoman or a coffee table. 

A knock at the door. Arva's voice. "Are you done?" 

"One minute," I called. 

Finally, I felt the dregs of my nuts emptying out. Spluuuuuurt. A long, lazy wad. I sighed. Putting my hand on Lana's ass, I pulled my cock back, pushing her forward. Schlooor-pop! GLOOSCH! Her cunt yawned open for a split-second before it became a pearly-white fountain. "Okay, I'm done," I said. 

The door opened. She came in and gasped. Her jaw hung slack, her eyes wide. "Wh-what ... did you do?" she asked. What Lana's aunt saw was her niece lying atop her own belly, her dress tattered, her head and limbs draped lazily across that fleshy dome. My two-foot monster was painted white, and it laid atop her back, reaching to her shoulderblades. It drooled precum all over her back, collecting in a pool in the small of it. And I couldn't imagine the smell. But I could see Arva's dress. There was a long, dark stain starting at her crotch and cascading down the front of her bright sari. She finally spoke after a long moment. "I do not... You're still hard? How?!" 

"Yeah, I didn't think that would work. Fucking just once usually just makes me hornier," I explained. 

"What will it take to make it go down?!" she gasped. 

"You could help," I suggested, putting my hand on her hip and pulling her closer, my hand rubbing over her ass. 

Arva bit her lip, but shook her head. She turned her back to me so she wouldn't need to look at this raunchy spectacle. "No, I need to keep my wits about me if you want me to produce first-class quality! We must do the needful, and it can't be me," she said. 




Brod: Growing Unrest Pt. 03



"Do the needful? You mean my cock?" I asked. 

She shook her head. "No, it is an idiom. It means a task that must be finished," she said, Arva tapped her chin. 

I nodded. "Oh, okay. Well, I'm going to have to do several dozen more needful if you want my cock to go down." Sure, I could have used the cold water method, but where was the fun in that? I was hoping Arva knew where I could find a few more holes. 

Arva nodded to herself and thought for another moment. Finally, she said, "Come with me," and waved an arm. 

I stood, wearing nothing but my shoes and socks. "Where are we going?" 

She didn't answer immediately. I walked behind, staring at that fat ass of hers. Fuck, I wanted her pussy, too! 

It wobbled, only drawing more and more slimy precum out of my cock, leaving an inches-wide trail that showed exactly where we were going. We went into the back of the shop. My erection lead the way, bobbing up and down, flicking globs of pre everywhere. 

Then, Arva lead me out the back and into an alley. There were some cars parked here, and some dumpsters, but not much else. The sun shone down. Arva waved her hand. "Come." 

"I'll come if you bend over that car," I chuckled. 

"I am telling you, you will not have my vagina yet!" she insisted. 

"I was joking," I laughed. 

"I am surprised you can be so jocular parading around naked in public! You must have no shame." 

"This isn't in public, no one's around. There's only security cameras." 

Arva clucked her tongue and stopped at a door. "We will go in here." 

"What's in there?" I asked. There was no sign back here, only a number. 

"The women's gym." 

*** 

Sarkopheros Says: 

Next part of the Growing Unrest series. Nothing to say if you're three chapters in. That's why this note is at the end and not the beginning. 

Leave me some feedback! I want to know if you're enjoying the faster/shorter format! And as always, feel free to leave constructive criticism, though I can't guarantee I'll listen to everything you say.



Brod: Growing Unrest Pt. 04



Arva lead me into the Curvy gym. We entered through some kind of concrete storage area. There was a bunch of equipment, spare parts, plates, and other such things. 

"I am not sure who is here," she said. She stopped in front of a second door. I could hear water behind hit. "This leads into the showers." 

I nodded and took off my shoes and socks, setting them near the door. My socks were soaked from my fitting session with Lana. 

"Now, I will announce you," she said, looking down at my dripping cock. "And I suppose nature will take its course." 

She stuck her head into the shower room. I couldn't see what was going on, but she paused for a long moment before yelling. "Excuse me, ladies! I know you are getting cleaned up, but I have brought someone to give you a special training session!" she called. Then she looked over her shoulder at me. "They seem confused. Stick your cock in." 

I had to wonder how confused and startled the women in the shower may have been. But I suppose this was one way to make an entrance. I shrugged and moved to the door. I slid my two-foot monster into the gap. The gigantic thing was monstrously thick and pouring slimy precum, its flushed head shining. From inside, all they could see was my cock sticking into the shower room. 

I heard a chorus of gasps and shouts. 

"Oh my god!" 

"No way that's real!" 

"Do I look stupid? Is this a prank?" 

"Come on!" 

"Jesus!" 

"Go in and prove that you are real," she told me. 

I chuckled and stepped into the steamy room. My feet slapped wet tile. 

Each wall had about a dozen shower heads along it, and in the middle was a concrete bench sort of raised area. A woman was standing beneath each head, and a few more sat on that little bench-island-thing. All their eyes were on me. And as I came in, those eyes all opened wide. 

I drank in the attention, smiling and putting my hands on my hips as my behemoth pulsed and dripped in front of me. I drank in the air, heavy with sweat, soap, and steam. My cock bounced with my heartbeat. My nuts were bigger than any of their heads and hung down near my knees. 

The crowd was varied. Some middle-aged women, some younger. Chubby, skinny, muscly. Skin ranging from espresso to cream. Some perspiration beaded on my skin from all the heat. There was a long silence. 

Finally, a thin white redhead near me yelled, "Holy fuck!" she stood from the bench and came towards me. "Are you real?! How can you be real?" 

"Come touch me and find out," I said, nodding down at my cock. 

She ran her hands over my shoulder, down my thick arm. Okay, well, she was touching one of my appendages, at least. A chubby brunette came over. A bit of cellulite on her. She had a cute, soft-looking tummy and thick thighs. A black woman came over and ran her hands over my pudginess. She looked toned and powerful, and her abs were inviting to my tongue. Women of all kinds began to approach. I was soon surrounded. 

I felt hands on my thick forearms, on my wide shoulders. The ladies nearest me began to caress my cock. One by one, they began to get on their knees. 

"Oh my fuck!" 

"Sweet Jesus, this thing is like a whale!" 

"¡Ñoooo! ¿Cómo camina?" 

I wasn't sure how many hands grabbed at my meat. It was like a much less painful zombie feeding frenzy. I couldn't even see my cock! There had to be over a dozen hands rubbing over its surface. Some of the ladies looked up at me. I smiled. The white girl and the chubby brunette were near the head, and they both began to lap at the cupfuls of pre I was pouring. 

"What's this training session?" asked the latter. 

"What's your name?" I asked. 

"Paola," she answered. 

"Well, I'm gonna train your internal muscles, Paola," I said, grinning down at her as she lapped up precum. "What I have in mind is a total-body, deep-core workout." I explained. 

Fuck, this felt great. Ladies on either sides were rubbing my nuts. I could feel palms and fingers gripping and massaging handfuls of the thick scrotal skin. Tongues rolled up and slicked through the folds. 

"I'm Chelsea Atridge," said the slender redhead. "Are you the guy who fucked my daughters?" 

"I, uh..." I shook my head. "I might be? Oh, yeah!" I grunted. I could feel those hands and fingers rubbing up and down all over my cock, from tip to base. 

"And my sister?" 

"Probably?" 

"And my friend, Trish?" 

"I guess?" 

Chelsea seemed satisfied for the moment. The centimeter-thick layer of white jizz was coming off on their hands, being used to lubricate my length. My whole cock was being stimulated at once! 

You normally-endowed guys have no idea how good it feels when you're used to only having a third to a half of your cock being pleasured at most. I don't know what it's like having a normal cock, but just imagine having twenty times as much penile surface area to feel pleasure with! 

A couple of women were to my sides, half-bending so they could touch some of my cock. I gripped handfuls of two asses, one firm, one soft and pudgy. Schlick-schlick-schlick. The pleasure didn't stop. They kept massaging my balls, ensuring a big load. 

"I want to train, too!" cried a tattooed Latina who was too far to reach my cock. I think she may have been Chilean? She looked Mestiza. 

"Me, too!" cried a pale woman closer by. I think she was Chinese? 

"I'll train everyone here," I told the crowd of glistening wet ladies. They weren't just wet from the showers, either. In the enclosed, steamy space, I could smell the growing, heady scent of dozens of dripping pussies. I took a long, deep breath. "I love the smell of cunt juice in the morning," I rumbled. I could already feel my nuts tightening up. So many hands, such a strong smell, mixed with the scent of the sweat from women who hadn't gotten clean yet... 

"It's noon!" said a blonde. 

"I know. Now who wants a protein shake?" I asked. I looked over at Arva, who I remembered was still back there. She had her hand down the front of her sari. "This will take a few hours." 

She nodded. "I am ... I am going to ... take a break. Yes. I cannot bear this!" Then she slipped away. Oh well. I'd fuck her later. There was no question she'd give me her pussy after we were done measuring. 

My soccer-ball-sized nuts were practically vibrating under the dozens of fingers stroking and rubbing their surface. I felt several mouths kissing and licking it. A few more faces were bobbing near my head, drinking and slurping the precum loudly. Schluurrp! I heard gulping. Gluck. Gluck. Gluck. Feverishly-hot tongues caressed my domed head. I couldn't last. 

"I'm gonna blow my load!" I declared. 

The ladies began shifting in front of me. The hands and tongues became more insistent. I sighed deeply. 

SPLOOOOOORCH! My cock erupted like a cannon. I could feel it recoiling from the sheer power of the nickel-thick river of jizz I was shooting. That rope of thick whiteness splashed against the faces directly in front. The tried valiantly to swallow and gulp. White pearls sprayed out onto the other ladies nearby. 

SPLUUUUUUURT! SPLUUUUUURT! The crowd of hungry mouths tried to suck down all my spunk. I could hear the desperate swallowing. Gulping. I painted ladies like geishas. The first few women in front of me fell back. I could see several swollen stomachs ... but this was a few-months-pregnant swollen, nothing like what I did to Lana. I saw a woman's cheeks bloat out, her eyes bugging as spunk blasted from her nose. Another fell back, spitting up mouthfuls of white goo. 

As soon as they cleared, more ladies took their place. GLUUURT! GLUUURT! GLUUUURT! I fed the gathered women pint after pint of fresh, boiling-hot jizz. Some sprayed out, slathering white stripes and spots on them. Torrid seed splashed and splattered them, gooey stickiness that clung to the skin and was deliciously viscous to the touch. The steaming-hot goo flowed over their faces, mucking up their eyes, saturating their hair, rolling in waves down all those breasts and thighs. 

Most of it ended up in someone's throat. I let them sort it out. They kept pumping my cock, the hands showing no coordination and moving every which way. Their spunk-slick bodies slipped against each other as they tried to gulp down my seed. Hands and mouths kept sucking and massaging my balls, which of course only helped me to shoot even more jizz. I found dozens of white-painted faces looking up at me, and each seemed to be accompanied by a mildly swollen stomach. 

Finally, the last, languid load escaped my cock. Bluuuuurtt. My cock sputtered. 

I sighed and smiled down at the ladies. "That was a good start. Who wants to get fucked first?" 

"A good start, he says...," muttered Paola. "We look like ghosts!" 

"You're going to look like a bunch of creme-filled donuts when I'm done," I said, grinning at her. The gathered ladies looked at each other. 

"Fuck me, first!" said the toned black lady. "I'm Ora!" 

Paola shook her head. "Hello, no! I got him off the most!" 

"There were like thirty of us!" countered Ora. 

I held up a hand. 

"Yeah, I saw you, you were rubbing his stomach and his nutsack!" said Paola. 

Ora waggled her finger. "That's because you happened to be close when he came in!" 

Why do women like to talk about me like I'm not in the room? 

I snapped my fingers. "Please, ladies! Ladies, you are all getting fucked, it's just a matter of what order I'm going to fuck you all in," I said. 

There was a short, pale, chubby girl near the back. She hadn't been at the forefront of the jizz-frenzy, but I'd noticed her because of her dark hair and red streaks. She'd been lurking at the back, and had caught a few globs of jizz. I didn't know how old she was, but my money was on her being a university student. Regardless, my announcement surprised her. She broke the momentary silence. "R-really? But I thought you only fucked hot girls?" she said. "Like, I heard you fucked all of Omega Delta Delta!" 

I knew the sorority she meant. They were known for being pretty damn vain. None of the girls I'd pounded there could have been over a hundred and twenty pounds. And I'd seen what was in their closets. 

I smiled warmly at her and waved her forward. "What's your name?" 

Her eyes got big, and she looked around at all the other women before stepping towards me. "Felicia," she said, blushing. I could tell she was somewhat uncomfortable now that she realized she'd made herself the center of attention. I didn't know her, but I imagine just showering in front of others had to be difficult for her. 

"Listen to me. You need some loving too, okay? Just cause I fuck girls that designate themselves 'hotter than thou' doesn't mean you're not 'hot' as you put it, okay?" I put my meaty, rough hands on her pudgy belly. I noticed a few stretch marks—nothing I cared about, considering I had my share of long-faded stripes. "Besides, look at me, I'm not a skinny guy." 

"You could fuck anyone," she breathed, looking up at me. Felicia couldn't have been over five feet tall, and she wasn't exactly a skinny girl. Her breasts weren't especially large, her waist wasn't as defined as I imagine she would have liked. She was more pear shaped. I saw divots in her nose from where glasses rested day after day. Another feature I was more than familiar with. 

"I could fuck any one, or I could fuck everyone," I told her. "And if you want my cock, you can have it." I looked around and raised my voice. "Someone got a phone in here?" 

A few hands went up. 

"I wanna fuck!" yelled Paola. 

"I told you, I will fuck all of you," I told her. "But there's one fair way to do this," I said as Felicia began to rub her hands over my hot glans, biting her lower lip. She lifted a hand and spread her fingers. Glistening webs of precum stuck between them. I looked at one of the phone-owners. The tattooed Latina. "What's your name?" 

"Martina!" she answered. 

"Okay, Martina, let me borrow your phone for a second. I'm going to download a random list app." 

She nodded and retrieved her phone from a shelf on the wall near one of the showerheads. I took it from her and downloaded the app while Felicia fondled me. 

"I'm going to fuck Felicia first," I stated. 

Felicia gasped and looked up at me. 

"After that, it's up to fate who gets it next." I gave the phone to Martina, who began to gather the crowd's names. Despite taking a couple of minutes to get things in order, the reek in the room didn't die down—the delicious fog of flowing fluids, now mixed with my own decadent scent. It mixed with the steam in the room and became a literal fog of sex. Sordid steam flowed through my nose as I breathed. 

I smiled at Felicia. "So how do you want me to fuck you?" I asked. 

She looked down at my cock as it approached her, massive, pulsing, dripping pre. "Uh ... well...," she panted. I backed her up toward the bench island. "You're the expert?" 

"Lay down," I said. "Don't let those sorority girls talk shit, cause I've seen them when they wake up caked in dry jizz." 

Felicia gulped again and laid back on the cool, wet tiles. I laid my cock atop her soft belly. Slimy-steamy precum poured onto her chest. 

Some of the women closed in. I felt hands stroking my shoulders and back. A couple got to their knees and began licking my nuts. I sighed in pleasure. 

"Can I ask you to do something?" she asked. 

"What's that?" 

She blushed. "C-can you call me 'captain?' " Felicia bit her lower lip. 

"Are you a space captain, or a sailing captain?" I asked. 

"Sp-space ... starships," she specified. 

"Sure," I chuckled. "Now show me that pussy." 

She spread her thick thighs and adjusted her belly to give me a view of her neatly-shaven entrance. 

"Prepare to be boarded, Captain." I gripped my cock behind the head and pushed it up to her dripping lips. I felt her heat against mine. I heard her moan as I began to push forward, the mass of my cock and muscle pushing its head into her and stretching her welcoming silkiness. 

When Felicia began to slide backwards on the wet tiles, Ora got up behind her and positioned herself with Felicia's head on her chest. The contrast of Felicia's milkiness and Ora's coffeeness (that's a word now) was delicious. Now so braced, Felicia's body finally accepted my honey-tanned cock 

Schl-pop! My glans and the first couple inches were inside the Captain. Her eyes bulged, her voice sang, her pussy squeezed. 

"Aaaugh!" Gloosch! Her juices splashed over my cock. 

"Captain, coming so soon!" I chuckled. 

"You're fucking huge!" she howled. 

"I'm packing enough firepower to knock up a planet." 

I began to slowly pump my hips, little thrusts that helped loosen her tight, resistant walls. Her juice flowed freely, and my own heat poured into her body, adding to the mess. I grunted as I pushed deeper, her pink lips becoming bright red as I stretched them like a rubber band. My thrusts sped up. I wasn't pumping into her so much as jiggling my coconut-sized crown inside her body, but it had the desired effect. 

She bit her lower lip and clenched her eyes shut. I saw tears roll down her face. 

"Captain, what is your status?" I asked. 

"Fuh-fuck! You'd better not stop, Commander!" she yelled at me. I still wasn't sure which starship I was serving aboard, but hell, it was fun nonetheless. I've been to a few cons before. And I fully admit a major part of the draw is fucking girls in costumes. 

My thick thighs tensed as I drove into her, sweet heat slowly creeping up and engulfing more and more of my cock. Already, though, my juices were filing her, and they squirted out around my girth with every motion. Her belly jiggled and wobbled. The hands on my nutsack rubbed my balls, massaging handfuls of flesh. I wasn't yet moving fast enough for them to lose their grip. I felt hot breath from my new friends against my wide back. I felt fingers rubbing over my fat. 

Then I felt my Captain having another orgasm. "F-fuh! Aaaugh! Motherfucker!" she cried out. Sklllrrt! Sklllrrt! Slick juices sprayed my belly and over my cock, hot droplets pattering my skin. The squirting jets splashed the nearby bodies. 

I heard moaning from the audience. Then my cock bottomed out. The giant glans pushed up against the back of her pussy. Unlike smaller girls, the bulge of my cock wasn't as obvious in the Captain's stomach, but I could still see it. 

"Fuck, I can see how deep he is!" gasped Ora. 

Apparently I wasn't the only one. 

"Damn, boy!" 

"Fuck." 

"I want that!" 

I grunted and leaned forward, my hips rolling as I pumped into her, each thrust sending ripples through both our bodies as I loosened her cervix. I pulled my hips back, back, back. The wall of women seemed to hush. 

Then I rammed forward. My cock rammed into her womb's fleshy gate and through it. The glans filled her womb and stretched it upward. Her whole body lifted briefly. Her toes curled. Her feet kicked into the air. Her eyes rolled back and she screamed. "Aaauugh!" Gloooosch! Crystalline juices gushed around me, bathing me in liquid heat. It re-coated my cock. She kept cumming. Sklrt! Sklrt! Sklrt! Our mixed juices showered the women nearby. 

Her tunnel kept rippling as I kept fucking her. I grabbed her legs and put her ankles up on my shoulders, my coarse hands gripping her hips, my fingers digging in. As more and more cock stretched the Captain out, the bump in her belly became more pronounced. 

She bit her lower lip, mewling in her throat. A few of the ladies kneeling nearby looked at each other. Paola was on my left, a tan blonde MILF with big hips kneeling to my right. The latter must have been in her early forties from what I could tell, and I knew she was a mother because I could see the c-section scar. It always amazes me how asinine some guys get about little things like that. 

The blonde grinned up at me. I looked down at her, grinning back. My grin disappeared as I grunted and growled, breathing hard as I looked back down at Felicia's quaking body. The blonde put her hands on my cock, gripping the part that wasn't inside the girl ... she was only taking about ten inches or so. That meant over a foot of cock was still not lodged inside her. 

Paola had been trying to lick my balls when she looked at what the blonde was doing. Then, it seemed, she figured out what she was doing. "Mm, good idea." 

"Faster he gets off, faster we get off," said the blonde, winking. 

Those words resulted in their hands and another woman's gripping the remaining portion of my cock. I let out a long growl of pleasure. Even as I fucked a girl silly, I had three ... then four women jerking me off! Martina came over and smiled at Felicia. My arms wrapped around her legs and gripped handfuls of her soft belly. Martina leaned down and put her hands over where my head kept pushing up, bulging visibly under the softness. I felt her hands gripping my head through the flesh. Doing so also stimulated the womb that I'd stretched out and set on fire with my cock ... and Felicia cried out and spasmed through another intense orgasm. Sklooort! Sklooort! Juices cascaded over me. 

Minutes passed, and her climax didn't end. With all these attentive ladies, my own was getting harder and harder to hold back. I looked around at the gathered audience, which was growing as more ladies wandered in to clean up. I had a lot of wombs to fill ... no reason to dawdle! 

"Watch her belly!" I yelled, my voice echoing off the tile, heard even over the murmur of my audience. 

I felt that delicious sensation. All those hands massaging my nuts, adding to the swelling pressure inside of the heavy organs. The feeling of squishing, sloshing seed distending my jizz-tanks. The pressure. The swell of my cock's throat. The explosion... 




Brod: Growing Unrest Pt. 04



GLOOOOORCH! My cock recoiled like a cannon. Cupfuls of spunk slammed her insides with a very tangible impact. My jizz exploded in her womb, filling it with the boiling-hot heat of my potence. Felicia screamed, her voice raw, her eyes rolling back. She arched her whole body, her legs kicking, her womb and cunt quaking once more. 

I kept pumping my hips, kept fucking her. The women who were rubbing my cock let out a chorus of moans. 

SPLUUUUUURT! "I can feel the cum flowing through it!" 

SPLOOOOOORT! "Fuck, it's so strong!" 

Martina's eyes grew bigger. She could feel my seed hitting inside Felicia with her hands. And as she watched, that belly swelled bigger and bigger, rising up into the air, spreading to the sides. BLORT. BLORT. BLORT. Ora reached forward and caressed the swelling dome as it jiggled and wobbled gelatinously. 

I leaned forward, panting in my throat. I planted my hands on either side of the Captain's waist. My hips stopped, but all of those wonderful sets of soft hands kept rubbing and stroking my cock's exposed half and my sensitive, weighty balls. 

BLUUUUURT! I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. Sight was replaced by the disgustingly decadent smell of the debauchery. I was too far from the showerheads to have them shower on me, but only a few women had remembered to turn them off, so steam still flowed. I heard the water. I heard dozens of moaning voices echoing off the walls as they talked and marveled. I heard Felicia's cries echoing, felt her fingernails scraping my flexing biceps, raking my chest and stomach. 

I felt that sticky steam against my skin, and their mouths sucking on handfuls of my sack's thick flesh. I felt their teeth and tongues. I felt the women pressing up against my back now that I was still, kissing my round, firm shoulders, begging me for the next turn. They felt the heat coming off my cock and balls, the pressure of jizz flowing through my cock. 

And I felt them stroking me, felt all those liters of semen flowing through my bloated two-foot organ and into the waiting womb of that chubby student. 

I opened my eyes. SPLURCH. SPLURCH. SPLURCH. Pearls sprayed out from around my width, splattering the ladies kneeling nearby with white. Some leaned in, trying to lap up that gooiness. 

I sighed as more minutes passed. Felicia's face as barely visible past her belly. She looked like she'd swallowed a big yoga ball from the front. Her stomach shined with sweat. 

And finally, I was done. Spluuuuuurt... I looked down at her belly as jizz sprayed around my cock. She jiggled and wobbled, rippling as I leaned against it. The Captain looked like she was catatonic. "I believe you have been rendered unfit for duty, Captain. I will relieve your post momentarily," I told her. 

I looked at Martina and said, "Get your phone. Who's next?"



Brod: Growing Unrest Pt. 05



"Julie!" called out Martina, struggling to lean up and look at her phone. The Latina was propped up against the wall, her gigantic near-yard-diameter belly engulfing most of her legs. The phone was sitting atop her stomach. 

A brunette with long legs squealed and came over to me. 

I put my hands on the wide ass in front of me as Julie bent over the bench-island in the middle of the showers. Schlooorp! I pulled my two-foot monster out of the black girl's over-stretched pussy. As soon as I was out, it erupted, spilling pints of jizz. Glooosch! She was a waterfall of white as she laid atop her belly. Liquid heat splashed my stomach and cascaded down my balls, soaking the hands rubbing them. 

I stepped to the side and grabbed Julie's hips, shoving my monstrous organ into her hot, inviting pussy. I didn't even get a good look at it. I could feel some pubes. She probably needed a shave. But I was working, and I had a lot of work to do! Dozens of women still needed a turn, and it wouldn't be fair if everyone didn't get theirs! 

My glans forced her lips wide. She howled and flexed her legs. My fiery, fleshy dome stretched those lips out like latex. I could feel her shuddering and spraying through an orgasm already. 

Julie closed her eyes and cried, "Broood!" 

Eleven women were on this side of the bench. Twenty-two legs dangled. Eleven bellies were swollen like bean-bag chairs. Eleven white waterfalls gushed into the ankle-deep pool of jizz on the floor. 

The other side of the bench had twelve women in the same condition. Two dozen feet dangled into the deep pool of my steaming-hot seed, feeding the raw, orgiastic reek that replaced the air. A hundred and twenty toes curled as those twelve cunts gaped wide open, women dark, light, and everywhere between functioning as a jizz-fountain. I could only imagine how it looked from another perspective, the raised tiled section serving as an altar, piled high with dozens of women bent over and gushing broad white cascades of steaming-hot, goopy-slimy jizz. My own seed was squishing between my toes, and deep enough that I couldn't see them. 

Most of ladies were content to just lounge atop their slowly-draining bellies, but a few pairs were rubbing their hands over each other. I saw a swollen Chinese girl slathering handfuls of steaming, gooey spunk over the face of the white girl in front of her. Then they moved closer and kissed. When they parted, white ropes connected them. 

A weird thing happens when you fuck dozens of times in a row. I can't claim to know how it is for any other male. But it's like a frenzy. I fuck one girl, I just get hornier. I fuck a second, I get even hornier. Three, four five, my cock's appetite just grows and grows. Six, seven, eight ... a good warmup, my jizz production is in high gear. Ten, eleven, twelve, my cock is like a freight train, my nuts each a bottomless tank of sperm. If I fuck that much in a short time span, I'll plow almost any hole that's in front of me. Even under normal circumstances, I have a very hard time saying no to a pussy or an ass. But right now, I felt like a shark smelling blood. 

Another weird thing is that it distorts my sense of time. A tight, silky hole was wrapped around my cock, caressing every bulging vein and every contour of the two-foot monster. I kept pounding her womb, stretching her deepest parts, bulging out her stomach in a truly obscene manner. 

I moved with her body. I went faster, slower, harder, softer. She bounced up and down on my improvised altar. I don't know how many times she screamed or how many times she came. Her cunt kept squeezing and massaging my cock, just as the women waiting their turn kept massaging the exposed portion of my cock and my fat nuts. I could feel them kissing and licking the huge orbs. Women worshipped weighty spheres bigger than their heads, waves of white rolling over their surfaces, my skin stimulated by my own spunk. 

I didn't even announce it this time. A river of semen stretched my cock's throat, it recoiled, its mouth erupted. GLOOOOOORCH. GLOOOOOOORCH. 

Julie screamed. "Aaauuuwaaaugh!" Her belly started to swell quickly, lifting her up into the air. My hands gripped handfuls of her hips as her feet kicked, splashing up spunk. White pearls sprayed around my girth. I kept pumping seed deep into her. BLOOOORT. BLOOOORT. My nuts squeezed, my seed flew. Her belly stretched out to the sides as it grew. Its surface rippled. Bolts of spunk hit the inside of her womb like fists. SPLOOOORT! I leaned my head back and moaned at the ceiling. 

"Who's! Next!" I grunted at Martina. 

"Elizabeth!" she groaned. 

A tall brown-skinned girl whose ethnicity I wasn't sure of jiggled towards me. She had a small, toned ass and gigantic tits. Lines were dug into her tits, indicating where a too-small sports bra had tried to contain them. Her pussy was visibly dripping as the other horny ladies grabbed her limbs and pulled her toward the ground. 

"Augh!" She cried as she half-fell into the pool of white muck. It was inches deep in the middle of the room, and her position meant that jizz rained down on her from all those ruined cunts. 

Her legs were spread wide, exposing her flushed, eager entrance. I grunted and put my hands on Julie's belly before pulling my cock out of her. Schlooor-pop! I didn't even pause to watch, though I could hear it—the sound of her cunt exploding into a brand new, pearly fountain. Gloor-splooorsch! 

I wasn't even done blowing my load! SPLUUUURT. A fat rope of spunk blasted all over Elizabeth's pussy, her stomach, painting her tits white. The next load erupted from my cock, splashing her face and splattering fresh marbles of hot seed all over the women holding her. 

Then, I grabbed her hips and shoved my cock forward, growling as my giant glans stretched her lips out. The poor things provided little resistance, and before I knew it, my crown was inside her, bulging her out. She closed her dark eyes tightly and shuddered, biting her lower lip and grabbing handfuls of the hair of the girls around her. Splooosch! She came hard around me. Then my last wad blasted her pussy. Bloooorch. It sprayed out around, filling her silky tunnel with my potent heat. It stretched wide, bulging out above the tip of my organ. 

I began to thrust into her, bouncing her up and down. All the jizz that I'd just shot squished and slipped deliciously around my cock as I fucked her. Squorsch. Squorsch. The women behind her moaned as she screamed at the ceiling. Her feet kicked into the air, sending up white, hot sprays. Her toes curled, her pussy contracted, her juices sprayed. Splllrssch! 

I was literally dripping, covered in thick layers of cunt juice and my own jizz. Not to mention the hot sweat I could feel on my skin. More seed gushed from the women piled on the bench-island-thing in the middle, pouring over my shoulder and back, rolling across Elizabeth's skin. My own jizz was up around my knees, sucking at them when I moved, splatting as I pounded her, squishing under my swinging nuts. I leaned back and groaned, feeling painted nails grasping me from behind and raking across my chest. 

Everyone here was slick with sweat, spunk, and sex. Our bodies slid across each other as if greased. Abruptly, a massive ass appeared in my face. A white girl with an epic pair of round, quivering cheeks shook them in my face as I pounded my fleshy battering ram into the busty brunette's womb. Her belly was like a tent with my cock as the post. My hips kept pumping, bouncing her up and down in my jizz and making her splash. Splisch! Splisch! My hands reached up and caressed handfuls of the meaty cheeks as my lips kissed the surface, tasting myself on her. 

Then, when I saw a brown spot appear where I'd been sucking on a mouthful of plush ass, I realized she wasn't a white girl at all ... she was a Latina, probably Argentinian, judging by her face, covered in a thick layer of my spunk. Who knew where it had come from ... the floor? My eruptions? Another girl's womb? 

She knelt down and squeezed her plump thighs around my cock. They wrapped around the half of my cock nut currently in a pussy, and her feet slipped underneath my gigantic nuts. The girl let out a long moan and leaned down. It took me a moment to realize that white streams were gushing from Elizabeth's massive tits, her milk arcing into the air and into the waiting mouth of the new arrival. I grabbed and kneaded handfuls of her ass as another girl leaned down, lapping at the jizz-slathered tit and sucking down hot milk. I saw it running down her chin, distinguishable from the semen by its lack of thickness. She grabbed that massive titty with both hands, hefted the jug, and slurping desperately as if she had just crawled out of the desert. Schluuuuurk! Schlooooorp! 

And then my cock erupted again. I felt it swell, my nuts compress. 

GLOOOOOOORCH. My cannon detonated and shot its heavy load into the back of her womb. The Argentinian girl moaned and arched her back against me. I reached in front of her and grabbed handfuls of her modest tits. Our lips mashed together, her tongue slipping into my mouth as I sucked on hers. I kept cumming. SPLOOOOOORT. SPLOOOOORT! The busty girl's belly grew and grew as she began to erupt again in orgasm. Schllrrk. The Latina and I shared a disgustingly messy kiss, and I could taste my own sperm in her mouth and something with garlic—her lunch, most likely. 

BLOOOOORT. Another woman descended. One gulped down mouthfuls of milk from each mammoth mammary. My hand slipped down the Argentine's stomach and I began to tease her clit, my fingertips rolling the little pearl of flesh. Along with my pumping, sliding cock, it was enough. 

She broke our sloppy kiss and howled. "Aaaugh! Haceme un pibe!" SPLLLRRT. Her pussy gushed juices that sprayed over my cock. I could feel the hot wetness, just as I could feel the busty girl's pussy rippling and spraying. Making multiple girls cum at once is fun. 

I wasn't sure how long they were cumming, but they kept doing it. The Latina laid on top of the Elizabeth's belly, draping her arms over the backs of the ladies sucking milk from her tits. It rolled down their chins. The busty girl's massive belly held the new arrival in the air as it squished about her sides. That brown pussy was dripping. I spread her ass cheeks with my thumbs to expose its pinkness. The combination of blowing my load in a hot womb and seeing a big ass and a dripping pussy just made me want more. 

So even as I was blasting my last wad into her belly, I pulled my cock out of her. SCHLLURRR-POP! The glans came free, and so did the jizz, the Latina's weight forcing my seed to spray out of the busty girl's pussy and onto my nuts. I didn't even wait for Martina. I grabbed the Argentinian girl's hips and shoved the coconut-sized head of my jizz-caked cock into her fleshy mound, spreading those fleshy lips out around me. 

I began to pound her poor pussy, shoving my monstrous organ deeper every thrust, bouncing her atop the busty girl. She howled as she came again and again, her pussy gripping and kneading and constantly squirting. I was in her womb minutes later. We rolled backward until I was sitting in the pool, feeling my boiling-hot jizz gushing up in between my ass cheeks, against my taint and around my nuts. The girl's back was against my chest as I bounced her up and down, grabbing her thighs under the knees and thanking Yara's strength training. 

Seeing the opening, a few more ladies slipped in ... including several that were perfectly clean. They must have just came in. They didn't stay clean for long as they practically threw themselves into the fray, six or seven mouths descending upon my exposed nuts, slurping the mixture of white seed and sweet cunt-juice out of the folds. More of them stroked and kneaded with fingers, some jerked my cock, some rubbed my bulging glans through the Latina's stomach. 

I started to cum again. BLOOOORT. GLOOOORCH. SPLUUUUURT. Her belly pushed outwards, swelling as my boiling-hot spunk swirled inside and pressed it outward. She howled once more. "Mmmhhhh fuck! ¡Estás más bueno que comer pollo con la mano!" That swollen caramel-colored belly was bigger than a beach ball, and it kept growing as cups worth of seed squirted out from around my cock and into the mouths of the women surrounding us. 

Soon, it looked like she'd too swollen a large yoga ball, and I lowered her into the ever-deepening mess. I grabbed handfuls of her ass and pulled my cock out of her, spraying my jizz into the air. SPLOOOORT, SPLUUUURCH. The last few loads arced high overhead, fat snakes that rained down and painted the new arrivals white. At least until they descended and began gulping down my jizz. BLUUUUURT. Their hands grabbed my fuckrod as I fed them more and more spunk, bloating their bellies into gentle baby bumps, their tongues probing the mouth of my organ. 

Some of the new arrivals had started to gulp down the jizz gushing from the dozens of bloated women bent over the bench-island, and I could see more bellies being filled. I was swelling dozens of stomachs at the same time with my jizz! 

A lithe but muscular black girl whose name I couldn't remember sat on the head of my cock, moaning as she slammed her hips down and forced my glans into her pussy all at once. "Uuwaugh! That was a bad idea!" She was facing away from me, so I grabbed her plump bubble butt and pulled her down further. My towering monster bulged her belly out, distending her six pack as I lurched forward to get into a better position. 

She was on all fours now, her hands up past her wrists in jizz, yogurt-thick seed squishing around her fingers. Her feet weren't visible, but her toes had to be curling with how hard she was cumming right now, her clear nectar washing away some of the thick layers of jizz on my organ. 

I looked up at one of the new girls and said, "Give me some water!" 

"Sure!" 

She disappeared. I was sweating like crazy, my perspiration clearing lines through the thick layers of jizz on my body. My hair must have been frightful, and I may have even looked like a snowman, but then again, most of the women were in no better shape. Spunk rolled down the black girl's long braids, a redhead with short hair looked more like a blooming onion. Streaks of makeup ran down some of their faces. 

I don't know how long I fucked her or how many times she erupted, but I knew she was going slack and drooping down by the time several water bottles got shoved into my face. 

"Thanks!" I grunted, my mouth dry. I chugged a good liter of some kind of sports drink. It wasn't water, but electrolytes were always important. The second bottle I downed was water. I waved the women away. Then I wrapped a handful of braids around my fist and pushed the girl's head down into the muck. "Aaugh fuck! What are you—grrbbll! Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!" She gurgled and began to gulp down mouthfuls of the jizz invading her mouth. Her head slipped and slid through the sexual mess as I pounded her from behind. At least I knew she was getting plenty of protein. 

Her stomach began to swell before I ever started cumming. She was painted white. I pulled her backward, arching her back in the air as I continued to fuck her, knowing my load was close, and ... SPLOOORT, SPLOOORT, SPLOOOORT. Her toned six-pack disappeared as her belly grew into a swollen, chocolate-colored beach ball, frosted white by my spunk. 

I felt liters of jizz swelling my cock and innumerable sperm rampaging down its length, more swirling in my swollen sperm-tanks. It felt wonderful, hot velvet walls squeezing me tightly, almost trying to strangle me as I felt seed erupting from my tip, the tight womb growing. 

There was no longer any order. I pulled my cock free once I was done pumping sperm into her, then I grabbed the nearest girl. I shoved my fat organ into her swollen, dripping pussy and began to pound her, not even noticing her face or much besides her light skin tone. After her, I pulled my dripping cock from her white-gushing pussy and shoved it into another. 

Hot cunt after hot cunt, dozens of women arriving to shower and getting pounded and painted into a white, goopy mess. I pulled out of the last one and forced my flesh-monster into the womb of a chubby white blonde. The lack of windows meant I had no idea what time it was. Had Arva gone home? Was it time for dinner? Was I missing calls from my employees? 

I knew it was over when people stopped coming in. I looked around from my seat on the very edge of the bench-island. Ladies were swollen everywhere, white-frosted domes of bean-bag-chair-sized bellies littering the floor. They lied everywhere, up against the walls, piled atop the bench in the middle. A few more groaned about my feet, licking my balls. Many were lapping sperm off each other. Some made out, exchanging mouthfuls of semen. 

Steaming-hot jizz dripped from the ceiling in fist-sized globs and rolled down the walls in thick layers. It rose halfway up my shins, my feet deep under the pearly mire. Inch-thick blankets of spunk covered the women as they moaned, leaning against the walls, sounding like a hoard of zombies. At some point, the water had been turned off. I suppose that the showerheads had diluted my sperm some, which might explain why there was such a deep pool of spunk, but it was still much thicker than that of any other male's I'd ever seen. 

Orgy-musk filled my lungs as I panted, leaning forward with elbows on my knees. I was tired, but satisfied. My nuts hung down into the mess. And finally, my cock was softening. It slowly flagged, lowering itself to my balls. The head dipped into the spunk. I needed a nap. But I still had measurements to take. I wondered if I could call Arva and— 

"What's going on in here?!" called a voice from the entrance. 

I looked up. There were six women there. All of them were toned and athletic. Six six-packs were exposed in varying colors. The biggest woman was near seven feet tall and had massive, muscular thighs and powerful-looking arms. She was pretty intimidating. Her golden hair was tied back into a ponytail, bangs hanging about her eyes. She spoke again. "So this is where everyone went." 

The girl next to her spoke after she did, saying, "Who let you in here?" She was small, but only relative to the huge blonde. This girl was sculpted and even paler. She had short, green-streaked black hair and a lot of black makeup. Her shoulders were nice. She crossed her arms. 

An average-height girl with an athletic frame and tan skin said, "You did all of this? There's got to be over sixty women in here!" 

I nodded and managed to choke out. "Mmph. Fuck. I was horny." 

"He was horny," repeated the huge blonde, looking back at the rest of them. "You know, the whole gym reeks like a brothel now, because of you." She jabbed a finger at me. "And you think you can go anywhere, do whatever you want, mess up anyone's gym? The drains are obviously clogged." She took off her shoes, stepped into the muck and waded towards me. My eyes got bigger as she swaggered over. Fuck, was she huge! Her curves were very feminine, with thick thighs and good-sized breasts, but ... she was just so powerful-looking! I felt a twinge in my cock and deep in my nuts. 

She lowered her voice and said, "I'm a friend of Yara's, and I know just how to handle you, Brod." 

"You know Yara?" I repeated. 

The blonde didn't answer. She grabbed one of my arms, wrapped a rough hand around the back of my neck, and hauled me to my feet. Her eyes moved over to the muscle-goth and she said, "Go close the blinds. Put up the 'closed' sign. We're going to teach our friend some respect."



Brod: Growing Unrest Pt. 06



Sarkopheros Says: 

Whoops! Looks like I wrote a Brod over twice the size of the ones I've been doing lately. This one has swollen larger than any Brod before it, with an impressive length of over 10,000 words. 10,381 to be exact. 

You really don't have to read the previous stories in the arc for this one to make sense, but it does help. The reason there's a foreword for this one is that it's a different animal than the previous installments. Brod is not the one in charge in this story—the women are. I don't want to spoil everything, but it involves femdom by a gang of muscular women. So it's almost a female-on-male gangbang. There is also a great deal of emphasis on things like sweat and sexual scents. However, worry not, because your usual Brod tropes are still in play—massive sizes, cum inflation, lots of holes, etc. It gets intense, and is a worthy end to the arc. I think so, anyway. 

Enjoy, and as always, please leave any comments you have. 

*** 

My body was layered in thick, caked layers of jizz and cunt-juice. The blonde She-Hulk marched me down a hallway and said, "I'm Valeska," she growled. The goth girl returned. 

"Ow! How do you know Yara?" I asked. She wasn't actually hurting me, but I was into it. 

"She trains me to fight. And she told me all about her monster-cock sperm-slave!" Her muscular arm wrapped around my neck. Valeska's body was so hot. I could smell the sweat built up after a day of training and teaching. I breathed harder. She was huge. She was so strong! I don't think I could have overpowered her if I tried. Even if I wasn't tired from fucking dozens and dozens of women. But even though she was clearly built for power, she still had lovely, rounded hips and a nice rump on her, not to mention the heavy tits that rubbed against my cheek. 

Valeska made a deep purring noise. "We're gonna have fun with you." 

I felt an instinctual desire stirring deep in my loins ... I wanted to breed her. Granted, I have a strong desire to impregnate almost every woman I come across, and if it weren't for the regimen Nahid had me on, I probably would. But a powerful woman triggered some deep-rooted instinct I had to make strong babies. 

Splat-splat-splat. My jizz-caked feet slapped the hard floor as spunk rolled down my body, cooling in the air. They marched me out through the back of the gym. Smack-smack-smack. My fat, 16.5-inch slab of flaccid cock-meat bounced against my volleyball-sized nuts. I could feel the droplets of sperm rolling down my length and being thrown off of it. 

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as they walked me out into the rear parking lot. Night had fallen while I was laying siege to the showers. 

"I'm taking you and that fat hunk of man-meat to the actual gym where we work out," answered Valeska. "There, you're gonna meet my big sister." Her accent was sing-song, lilting. When she made a "V" sound, she tended to soften it. Some kind of Scandinavian accent. Which was quite fitting, considering that she looked like a goddamn lady-Viking. "You're ours now, cum-sack." 

The trainers surrounded me. Did the security cameras catch me being held hostage by this pack of predatory women? Was someone watching? I left white footprints on the asphalt. We crossed to a steel door on the other side of the lot. It looked like the back of a warehouse. There was a metal roll-up door nearby. The muscle-goth unlocked the door. What a nice little bubble-butt she had. 

"Yara told us about her gland theories and experiments. The ones involving you sounded unconventional," said Valeska, arm still around my neck. 

I walked into a concrete-and-steel space that looked more like a machine shop than the gym I had just left. While my own home gym wasn't very pretty, this was downright industrial. The bright lights left the ceiling in shadow. Chains with rings hung down. Weight equipment was arranged around the concrete space. The plates were battered and showed some corrosion. I passed a steel folding chair with a fist-print in it—I wasn't sure what to make of that. Mirrors surrounded the area, letting me see the gorgeously sculpted women leading me and my pudgy self along. 

While physical training is very important to me, I am still built more like a strongman than a model. Muscle and fat. The contrast of their lithe bodies and my bulk was quite pleasing. 

As we moved deeper in, I saw the person who could only be this "big sister." Literally. She had her sculpted back to me. In her hands was a steel bar, and on that bar were what appeared to be six truck tires. Her round shoulders rose. I could see her forearms, hamstrings, calves engaging, her muscles flexing, shifting under dark sweat-slick skin. Perspiration rolled down a big, muscular, round ass, and thick, powerful thighs. Wild, jet-black hair hung down her back, pulled into a rough ponytail. She lowered the bar. Whump. I heard her breathing as she performed another deadlift with perfect form. Whump. Metal clinked. She did another. 

Finally, she stopped and straightened up. She was even taller than Valeska! By at least five or six inches. After a moment, she turned around. Her eyes were big and brown, her cheeks high, her lips full. Her skin was a cinnamon color. I felt small in the face of these two female titans. 

She crossed her arms under plump tits. They were right in front of my head and probably bigger than it was. "Who is this?" she asked, her voice husky. When she looked down, the lighting cast her face in ominous shadow. She didn't sound anything like Valeska, and while there was a passing resemblance, I wasn't convinced they were sisters in the biological sense. I've been with a lot of sisters. 

"This is Brod, the jizz-factory manwhore that Yara told us about," answered Valeska, her strong hands settling on my shoulders. 

The muscular goth girl spoke up. "He ran through everyone at the other gym," she chuckled. "We noticed all the clients disappearing. Heard yelling in the shower, we found this guy." She jabbed a finger at me. "Apocalyptic. He filled the showers with jizz and wrecked housewives. Looked like a horror movie, just, you know, white instead of red." 

"Wasn't just housewives," said a big-hipped blonde. 

"I didn't know human bodies could stretch like that," chuckled Valeska. 

The big brunette chuckled. "So. Yara wasn't exaggerating. This is her little protein factory. And he's every bit as big as we were told," she said. The muscular giantesses were talking over my head. Literally. I could feel the warmth from both their sweaty bodies. The bigger one cupped my chin and made me look up. A warm smile crossed her face. "You poor thing. Looks like you and all of this protein...," she grabbed a handful of my sack. "...belong to us tonight. My name is Thalita, your new owner." Valeska leaned in and they whispered to each other. Thalita turned to the smaller trainers. "You'll all have a chance to use him, too. Let's take him to the arena." 

I didn't say anything. I was taken through the gym and out the back into a concrete lot with high walls. Sodium lamps cast the "arena" in an orange glow. In the middle was a recessed area with drains. Rubberized mats hung from a wall. They looked like they were cut to fit in the recess. There were some yoga mats, kettlebells, dumbells. I saw coiled battle ropes, a couple of tractor tires, and even several anchor chain links. 

"Grab that bench," instructed Thalita, pointing at a bench press bench. The trainers grabbed it. "Put it there," she pointed to the middle of what I assume was the "arena," that recessed middle area. 

The two huge ladies pushed me towards it and— "Oohf!" I was shoved back onto the surface. They'd laid me on it upside-down so that my knees were near the head, legs bent, feet brushing the floor. The crossbars connected to the rack were below my knees. 

I looked up. Them, their sweaty employees, all surrounding me. They smelled wonderful. All that musky effort from a day of hard work. Some kind of sweet fragrance was on at least one of them. All those powerful quads, strong arms. Moist abs, pert breasts, toned asses. Hungry eyes moved down my body as all those girls eyed me and especially my monstrous cock and balls like a ham. I felt my cock stirring again as my heart rate increased. And I was just tiny bit apprehensive of this whole thing. "Uh, ladies, are you sure—" 

"Yes, I'm sure that I want to milk every drop of sperm I can out of those giant balls," interrupted Thalita. "Yara's made incredible gains guzzling your sperm. Free protein shakes? She may not be very big, but she's very strong. We all want a taste of that, don't we?" 

The ladies all nodded. 

"You're telling me Yara just randomly talks about drinking jizz to people?" I asked, rather incredulous. 

"Oh, yeah, all she talks about is sperm," said the goth girl. "Whenever she talks to anyone. Meeting a new person? 'Hello, have you thought about sperm today?' That's Yara for you." 

"We were talking about a science fiction story we'd read. The conversation turned to DNA, amino acid synthesis, tissue synthesis ... and eventually to fitness and the weird-smelling protein shake she had," explained Thalita. "And honestly, what woman in this city hasn't heard some rumor, some whisper about the insatiable giant cock of Tocobaga Bay? And apparently Yara is its owner." 

"Yara doesn't—" 

"Yeah, right, Yara doesn't own you? That what you were going to say?" asked Valeska. "Ha! Any guy who gets used as furniture to park your ass on doesn't get to talk about being owned," she laughed. Apparently, Yara had informed her that she likes to sit on my face. "Maybe you and your fucknormous cock rule over all these blown-out slut-cunts, but here, you're just a dildo, you get it, cum-slave?" She leaned over me. "We're not your usual jizz-guzzling spunk-dumpsters." Hearing her curse with her accent was strange but oddly refreshing. It was hardly the first time I'd spoken to a foul-mouthed girl, but never a Swedish girl. Granted, at the time, I didn't know what country she was from, just the general region. But one thing was for sure—she lived up to that Viking blood. She could have been a valkyrie. Both of them could have, really, but Thalita reminded me more of an Amazon. 

"Speaking of which," said Thalita. "I know this poor thing is probably sore from destroying my clientele, but thanks to Yara, I know how to turn it back on." 

Valeska used a jump rope to tie my wrists underneath the bench. I grunted and pulled. The rope ground against my skin. 

Thalita swung a long, muscular leg above me. She was now straddling me, facing my cock. I could see how soaked her clothes were, dark with perspiration. The outline of a puffy, fleshy mound. It was coming towards me. Then its heat mashed into my face and I couldn't see. Thalita's muscular thighs wrapped around my head. I could barely hear her orders. 

"Rub his balls," she said. Her big hands began to rub my cock. She could cover so much more skin than a smaller girl! And her grip was tight. 

Eight hands kneaded and gripped handfuls of hot, thick, sensitive skin and began to massage those spunk-factories. I could feel them reactivating, preparing more semen. 

The only thing I could smell was Thalita's sweaty muff. The shorts had collected her sweat, stained dark, and the feminine musk saturating the air invaded my nose and lungs as I breathed deeply. She ground against my face, her meaty pussy rubbing against my nose, chin, and lips. I kissed it back, moaning into her cunt. Thalita chuckled above me. "All those pheromones down there, not to mention that sweat. And I know how much you like that, Brod," she laughed. "Mmmh, you're a nasty little boy, aren't you, Brod? Yara told us all about how she uses her own pheromones on you." I tried to talk, but she mashed her pussy into my mouth, putting more and more weight on my face. "Ssshh. Don't talk. Get high off that pussy." 

I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe. Her cunt was so hot and moist, her scent so strong. Feverishly-hot, muscly thighs pressed against my ears, muffling everything. She ground and rubbed her sweaty mound over my face. She wouldn't even stay still for me to lick it! And all those roaming fingers kept massaging my sack while she pumped my cock. 

In the face of all this stimulation and teasing, there was no restraining my cock. It rose rapidly, filling and swelling, growing bigger and bigger in Thalita's hands. She indeed knew my weaknesses. It reached its full two-foot size within seconds. 

"Look at this thing!" I heard her say. Not even her hands could wrap around it. 

"God damn," said another voice. "If I fuck this thing, it'll come out my mouth! It's like one of those poles they use to stop cars from hitting buildings!" 

"How does he wear clothes?" 

"Holy shit, it's like your arm," said Valeska to someone I couldn't see. 

Even Thalita needed both hands to encircle my whole cock. They were coarse. She began to pump my cock faster, making a humming noise. I felt her hot lips kissing my tip, her tongue slipping inside of it. Another pair of hands joined her further down. Someone's thumb rubbed up against the little spot under my glans. I moaned into Thalita's cunt. 

She continued to grind her cloying pussy all over my face, ensuring that I'd smell her long after she left. Her thick thighs closed around my head. New perspiration began to roll down her legs. 

The hands on my nuts hadn't stopped. They grew more insistent. I felt lips kissing the flesh, tongues and teeth pulling at its surface. They nibbled mouthfuls of flesh, they massaged up behind the gigantic orbs. I just barely caught wind of the pleasant little cooing and moaning. The girls talked softly to each other I could feel their hot breath against my skin, just as I felt Thalita's against my tip as she lapped at the precum leaking out. 

The clear slime rolled down its length in rivulets. The second pair of hands were probably Valeska's judging by the size. "Ooh, look at all this lube," she chuckled. Yes, it was definitely her. 

My fluid coated her fingers and hands and I could hear the lewd schlick-schlick-schlick over the sound of Thalita's thighs rubbing against my ears. Thalita and her sister both began to pump me faster and faster. Thalita's hips rolled, her mound pushed against my mouth and chin. I breathed in her strong, feminine sweetness, the delicious musk of her effort and arousal. 

And she was definitely aroused—the musky cunt-sweat was mixing with her dripping nectarl. I could taste it in flashes as she moved, little shocks against my tongue. It was delicious. 

I could feel my nuts tightening up, and I doubt anyone ould blame me in the face of all of this! I let out a long groan into Thalita's pussy. I tensed my core. 

"He's gonna blow," I heard her announce. Then I felt her teeth scrape my fleshy dome as her mouth surrounded me. Her tongue teased my tip, her hands pumped. Valeska massaged the spot under my glans, and— 

GLOOOOOORCH. I blasted Thalita's mouth with a geyser of steaming-hot goopy jizz. I filled it in a blink and kept gushing. 

"Huuurrkh!" she grunted. Then she began to gulp. I could hear it, and I could feel her lips working. "Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!" Her sounds echoed off the hard walls. I felt a hot splash against my belly, chest, and legs. Droplets of cum spraying out of her mouth. But she kept sucking down my cum with incredible vigor. GLOOORCH! GLOOORCH! I let out a long groan as my cock bucked like a cannon, held still by her strong grip. The sound of my jizzing echoed. Each rushing wad stretched my cock's throat, feeling wonderful as it blasted from my tip, a white column feeding the titaness. 

I heard grunting, shuffling. Between wads, her mouth came away. Another clamped down just in time for me to blast it with jizz. "Nnnngh!" Valeska. Thalita had surrendered my cock to the blonde have a turn. Both pairs of hands kept pumping me. SPLOOORT. SPLOOORT. Another splatter. I could hear the droplets pattering against the floor. I heard moans from the trainers as they watched and kneaded my nuts. I kept cumming and cumming. 

I felt Thalita yank my cock away from Valeska. SPLOORRSSCH! 

"Fuck!" yelled Valeska. "It's all over me!" 

Thalita laughed before taking my cock into her mouth again. After a couple minutes, I felt something soft press down on my belly. A warm, soft thing, like a big, hot water balloon. Then Thalita gasped and let go of my cock once more. Finally, after another long moment, my wads came slower and slower. Then stopped. 

Thalita's hot pussy left my face, much to my regret. I leaned up to kiss it. 

When she stood up and stepped aside, I could see her and Valeska both looked like they had swallowed a watermelon. Each one's abs were distended into a swollen belly that contained gallons and gallons of spunk. On their frames, though, the proportions were more like they were heavily pregnant rather than inhumanly bloated. 

Valeska rubbed a hand over her belly. "Mmm. Damn, is your jizz thick," she grunted, jiggling it. 

I licked my lips, tasting Thalita. The other five trainers stood around me. The goth girl was gently rubbing my cock. 

"I'm still hungry," grunted Valeska. "I wonder if he'll cum more if we milk him the old-fashioned way?" She turned to the blonde with big hips. "Romy, want to help?" 

Romy had wide hips and thick, thick thighs. Natural badonkadonk on that white girl. But those cheeks were sculpted by many squats. A long braid hung down her back. She shook her head. "I'm not sure I can take something that big. I didn't think it would grow so much." The girl couldn't have been much over five feet tall. 

Thalita chuckled and slipped a hand down her shorts. I saw her fingers working under the tight cloth. She slipped her glistening hands out. Clear droplets fell from them. She smeared the liquid under my nose and over my lips. I could taste and smell that delicious cunt juice. 

"Mmmph." I wanted that cunt of hers! Fuck, a girl that big? I bet she could take lots of cock. "Why don't you old-fashioned-milk me yourself?" I asked, looking from Thalita to Valeska. 

"Hah! Shut up, fucktoy. You don't decide," growled Valeska. 

"We will use you when we feel like it," added Thalita. 

"Fuck it, if no one's going to volunteer," said the goth girl. She wiggled her hips and slipped out of her shorts. That milky six-pack flowed all the way down to her tight-looking little cunt. She had a little tattoo of a winged heart over it. She licked her lips and slipped her sports bra off. 

"So what do I call you?" I asked her. 

She ignored me and knelt between my legs, gripping my cock with both hands and raising it vertical. Her dainty fingers rubbed up its smooth surface. "Fuck, this thing is just ... fuck!" She looked around. "It's like holding a whole ham. I think it might just be bigger than all of my boyfriends combined," she chuckled. With both hands, she hefted my heavy balls. "Mmmph. God damn, these things are like bowling balls. And enough cum to bathe in? I wish you'd showed up sooner." The girl rose, running her tongue up the underside of my cock, gathering my precum into her mouth before kissing the tip. Her hands pumped my organ slowly. A barbelle tongue teased its mouth. Unlike Thalita, she couldn't encircle it, even with both hands. 

For a long moment, she just admired the glistening organ, shining in the orange light. During the momentary silence, I heard road noise in the distance. A police siren somewhere. 




Brod: Growing Unrest Pt. 06



"You just going to look at it?" I asked her. 

"You make a lot of noise for a glorified sybian, buddy. Someone sit on his face again!" said the goth girl. 

Romy grinned at me. I really wasn't sure of the color of her skin or her ethnicity in the lighting, but I think she might have been Italian? Forgive my focus on ethnicity, but interracial is just so wonderful. Sure, I've knocked up plenty of women of the ethnicities comprising my genetics—literally thousands of women from all over Asia. But breeding women of other races is just such a primal appeal. If I could breed aliens, I'd do that, too. 

I digress, though—this blonde's ass was a thing of beauty. She moved to the head of the bench. Or, at least, where my head was, since I was lying on the bench upside-down. The blonde licked her lips and wiggled her hips. I could feel the goth girl's fingers stroking my monstrous cock. 

Unlike the nameless goth, she was quite curvaceous rather than slender. The blonde had big hips, natural badonkadonk. The goth had a pert little bubble butt. The blonde had thick thighs and a plump booty toned, lifted, and smoothed by countless squats. Thick quads outlined under softness. The goth's legs were long and smooth. The blonde had abs that were toned but not ripped, unlike the goth's. 

"This is so wrong," said the blonde, chuckling as she grabbed the corners of the bench and lowered her ass over my face. Cooing, she ground her mound up against my lips and nose. I inhaled deeply. "Are you smelling my pussy? I'm all sweaty and nasty right now!" she whined. 

"Oh, please, Romy, you're always nasty!" quipped the goth. KLANK. I looked up. She'd put an unladen Olympic bar on the rack above my hips. 

Romy rolled her eyes. 

"Oh, Yara tells me all sorts of nasty things about this one," said Thalita. "He loves girl-sweat. You should have felt him sniffing my cunt. Like he was suffocating." 

Romy cooed and bit her lip as she ground against my face, smearing more of that sweaty-cunt-juice mixture all over me. The cloying smell was so strong! I couldn't smell anything else. "Jake would be so mad!" she complained as she ground faster and faster. I reached up with my tongue, trying to kiss and lick, but she was moving too much. 

"What happens here stays here," said the goth. "Besides, we're after the protein, remember? Jake doesn't get mad about whey! What's the difference between a few scoops of distilled dairy protein and a few gallons of a man's baby-batter? It's like, exactly the same thing." 

"I'm sure Michael would agree with you, Sasha," snipped Romy. I heard her inhale sharply. "Jesus, I can smell his cock from here. He smells like an orgy." 

"There's a reason for that," I said. 

"You shut up," said Romy. "You're a fuck machine! D-don't talk. Please." 

I'd recognized what she was doing. The logic where if she dehumanized me, it mitigated her cheating. Whatever. Worked for me. 

Romy stood up and began to wiggle her ass above me. KLANK. Sasha was now straddling me, grabbing that bar for leverage, her sneakers planted on the crossbar under my knees. Wait. How had she gotten those tight-ass shorts off with her sneakers on? 

Thalita leaned in and grabbed my cock, holding it vertical. She pumped it up and down, vigorously stroking with a strong grip, slathering thick layers of pre all over its pulsing length. The sounds were moist and vulgar. Sasha began to lower herself. I felt the kiss of her heat against my tip. Sasha moaned as her grip tightened on the steel bar. I felt her stretching as— 

Romy's bare, bald cunt was now in my face. She grabbed the edges of the seat. I had been so fixed on Sasha I hadn't noticed Romy's clothing disappearing. The blonde's bare entrance ground up against me, naked, silky slickness kissing my lips as I lapped at her. Her soft thighs encircled my head, once again muffling the sound and blocking the light. Finally, she stood still, letting me start. I— 

Moaned loudly as Sasha got my coconut-sized glans into her body. I heard her yelling, but I didn't know what she was saying. I felt her tighten and shudder. A warbling moan came from her throat as her cunt squeezed my glans. SKLLRRSCH. A hot splash around my length. 

My lips surrounded Romy's mound as Sasha came on my cock, sinking deeper. She began to bounce, the metal clinking. My tongue slipped into Romy's slit, hot liquid rolling over my face. I kissed and lapped, gently biting at the lips. I heard her moaning above me. 

Sasha was mewling and bouncing, flexing her thighs as she took me deeper. I couldn't see it, but I knew what was happening. Her toned abs were pushing outward, stretched ludicrously, the outline of my cock visible in her belly. It jammed up against her cervix. I felt her squirt and cum again, another throaty howl echoing through the concrete space. Who could hear us on the outside? 

Romy's thighs rubbed against my ears, her hot skin rubbing my cheeks. I could feel her hands grasping at my scalp, fingers in my hair. I could taste her cunt as I kissed her clit, taking it between my lips and teasing the tip with my tongue. More and more juice dripped from her, sticky on my skin. 

The goth girl was howling and wailing as she bounced up and down like mad, bouncing on those cross bars and taking my cock deeper, deeper— 

"FFFAAAAUUUGH!" she screamed, dropped lower, and I felt a hot cascade coat the lower half of my cock. I'd penetrated her womb. I could feel a grip on my crown. Sasha was looking down at her belly, formerly flat and trim, now stretched and tented around a ludicrous monolith of manhood. She was gripping my cock, disbelieving of the sight. Her jaw was probably hanging open. What I knew for a fact was that she was gasping and cumming violently. I could feel her cunt spasming. I heard her yelling. 

I heard Romy's soft mewling and moaning. I could imagine her biting her lip and closing her eyes as she ground harder into my face. Sure, it made my job harder, but it also let me know she was really into it. I kept licking, slipping my tongue deeper, wiggling it. I slurped loudly, surrounding the whole mound with my lips as my tongue teased inside of her. I could feel her pussy shifting and quivering. 

Sasha began bouncing again. Now I could feel more hands massaging my nuts. Urging me to fill her faster. I felt another pair of large hands pumping my shaft. Thalita's or Valeska's, I wasn't sure. 

Romy moaned, and I felt her weight coming down on my mouth. I heard her say something, then moan. She tightened. I could feel her pussy gripping, felt her thighs squeezing and twitching. GLLLRSSSCH! A hot deluge swept over my face, soaking my hair, dripping over my ears, filling my mouth with her heat. I swallowed the nectar, licking and slurping, drinking it up as another pulse squirted over me. I knew the fluid was dripping from the bench, running down her thighs. I kissed her silky-smooth pussy. She'd probably gotten waxed a day or two ago. 

Light shone on my face as Romy wobbled away. "Ooh," I could hear her cooing. 

Now it was my turn. 

I looked down. Valeska was pumping my cock. Thalita was watching. More trainers were between my legs, rubbing my balls. I could see Sasha's ass bouncing. My balls tightened. My cock swelled in girth. I groaned and tightened my core, arcing my head back on the wet bench. Romy smiled at me. 

A hot column of goop stretched out my cock's throat. GLOOOOOORCH! 

"Aaauuugh! Yeaaah!" howled Sasha. My cum blasted her insides with heat, slammed them with a heavy impact as the wad exploded. SPLOOOORT. SPLOOOORT. Jizz blasted out around my cock, re-coating it in white, the streams rolling down. I could feel them trickling over my hips, rolling over my stomach, filling the wrinkles in my sack and dripping from my balls. I felt lips lapping up the seed from my sack. 

I kept cumming and cumming inside Sasha. My shoulders and arms flexed against the bench. I wanted to feel her stomach. But I couldn't move. She was now still, moaning, arching her head back, staring at the sky as her belly grew bigger and hung lower. GLOOORCH. GLOOORCH. I kept erupting, trillions of sperm eager to escape my balls. 

Sasha got so big I could see her belly swelling from behind her as it expanded to the sides. It hung lower, lower. Thalita smiled and rubbed her hands over the growing gut. Valeska kept pumping. "Fill her up good," she instructed. 

Sasha lurched forward and grabbed the bar for support. Her legs went limp. Now her weight was completely on my cock as it filled her, her thighs spread, pressing into her yoga-ball-sized belly. Bluuuurt... And finally, I was done. 

Valeska moved around between my legs and took away the bar. She laid it aside and looked down at Sasha. The huge blonde bent down and threw Sasha's arm over her neck. Her strong hands grabbed under Sasha's ass. She rose, pulling the muscular goth off my cock. I could see her stretched-out lips clinging. 

When they came away, sploosch! Jizz began erupting from the gaping cunt of the trainer. Valeska straightened up, holding Sasha over her shoulder. When she turned around, Sasha was facing me, her head and arms draped down Valeska's back. 

Jizz erupted in a bright arc from Sasha's cunt, catching the lamplight. Thalita leaned in and pushed her face up into the flow, grunting as she began to gulp down liters of jizz. Gluck-gluck-gluck! I could see her throat working, her belly swelling. She gripped Sasha's ass with both hands and spread her pussy with her thumbs. Thalita's belly grew and grew, hanging lower, abs completely disappearing. 

Finally, she backed away, and the other trainers pushed in. Jizz rained down on them, a waterfall of white. Valeska bounced Sasha on her shoulder, forcing more of my sperm to squirt from her. 

Meanwhile, my two-foot monster collapsed across my soft belly with a meaty thwack! It pulsed atop me, reaching all the way to my chest. It poured slick, sticky precum onto my skin. The fluid rolled down my sides. It bounced gently as it pulsed. I've never known what having a normal cock is like, but I can tell you, as messy as it is, it's nice having a cock so heavy it presses down on your body. 

Thalita came toward me and smiled. Globs of sperm clung to her face. "Your jizz is far better fresh than bottled, my little spunk-pet." She reached down and patted my face. Then she looked at Romy. "I think it's your turn." 

Romy shook her head. "Oh, uh, no, I got off already. Besides, Jake—" 

"You're shaking, Romola. You're dripping wet," countered Thalita. "And we need help milking more jizz from our friend. You want that huge cock, admit it," she chuckled. "It's okay, I want it, too. But me and Valeska are going to ride it last." 

"I couldn't!" insisted Romy. "It's huge, that thing is like a battering ram!" 

Thalita chuckled. She put her hand on Romy's shoulder and pushed her towards my cock. "Look how big it is." She guided Romy's hand to my organ's sticky surface. "Feel its pulse, how powerful it is. Yara says that thing has impregnated tens of thousands of women." She grabbed my cock and held it vertical. "It's bigger than any cock I've ever heard of, and you saw what he did to the showers." 

"You didn't! It was insane!" complained Romola. I could see her squeezing her legs together. "Some of those women were like ... like they drank a bathtub, I don't know!" 

"Just jump on that cock, already!" yelled Valeska. I leaned my head up. I could just barely see the trainers rubbing their gravid guts. Sasha wobbled unsteadily before collapsing on top of a yoga mat, sprawling out as her cunt leaked. Her belly was flat, and she groaned, still incredibly sore, pussy yawning open. 

Thalita chuckled. "This is one of the few cocks, maybe the only one, worthy of us." 

"If you don't jump on that cock, I will!" yelled one of the other trainers. Cute brunette with a bob. 

"Fine!" Romy said. "Put the bar back." 

Valeska replaced the bar. KLANK. 

Romy looked at me and moved down the bench. She stepped up onto the crossbars and grabbed the steel bar in front of her. "Okay, okay. Wow. It's so hot," she cooed. "I can feel the heat against me!" 

She grabbed the bar and tentatively lowered her lovely ass until her hot slit kissed my tip. Her steamy slickness mixed with mine. Romy began to press her weight down. "Oooh! Mmmhhh! I don't know!" she panted, looking over her shoulder. I could see her thighs flexing as she carefully controlled her weight. Her lips started to stretch. She began to roll her hips, grinding and grinding. A long moment passed. "Okay, I can take it ... I hope..." 

Valeska rolled her eyes, stepped forward, and grunted, "Just do it!" She grabbed Romy's shoulders and shoved her down. 

I growled in my throat. My cock was pretty sensitive at the moment. My gigantic cuntbuster exploded into her body, smashing into her pussy, spreading and straining the sensitive flesh. Her cunt was lit on fire as the silky skin stretched like latex all at once, forced to conform to my monstrous organ. I felt her cervix briefly resist me. Valeska grunted and pushed harder. The cervix dilated. Romy's womb stretched and resisted only briefly, now filled with pounds of penis. 

"Aaaawauuuuuuugh!" Romy howled like a banshee. Her whole body began to shake. Her head lolled back, her eyes rolled up, exposing the white. The thighs flexed, the toes curled, the tongue lolled. The cunt spasmed and squeezed, the womb wobbled and rippled. It struggled against my cock. SKLLLLRRRSSCH! Hot juices blasted around my cock, clear sheets erupting around its girth, painting me with female heat. SKLLLLRRRSSCH! SKLLLLRRRSSCH! Romy spasmed and seized in Valeska's hands. Only they and my cock supported her. The blonde warbled incoherently. "Huh-wauhhh. Auwwauuuh. Wuummm. Uunnh." My cock pulsed inside her as she hung there for a long moment. 

Sasha looked over and said, "Is she dead?" 

Valeska grunted and removed the Olympic bar once again. She wrapped her arms around Romy's body, under her shoulders, and straightened the girl. The huge blonde gripped the smaller one and grinned devilishly as she flexed her biceps. Valeska pulled Romy upward. Her cunt clung tightly, the slime squishing lewdly. SCHLLRRRK. Then she shoved Romy down. 

"Aaugh!" cried the smaller girl. 

Valeska began to bounce Romy, pumping her whole body up and down my cock, using another girl to extract my semen. Romy's legs bounced and dangled as her head lolled. Valeska made a low sound that sounded like an honest-to-God cackle. She moved her feet apart to get more leverage and put her shoulders into it. She grunted as she manhandled poor little Romy, thrusting her body up and down my cock. 

I let out a groan, closing my eyes halfway and looking up at the moon. The metallic sounds of the bench echoed against the concrete. KLINK-KLINK-KLINK. I felt hot sprays of juice. 

Romy made more noise. "Auughwahh. Mmmmuhhh. Oh!" She tightened again, curling her toes, cooing. 

"Someone pump his cock!" ordered Valeska. 

The brunette from earlier grabbed my organ as the others began to knead my nuts again. "Make him blow his load! I want the next turn!" grunted this new trainer. Schlick-schlick-schlick. Her hands pumped my sperm-slick shaft. 

Sweat rolled down Valeska's shoulders and arms. her biceps flexed, her clothes were soaked in perspiration. Her blonde hair was in disarray, her face fierce. Poor Romy looked so tiny compared to the huge gold-haired she-Viking. Hot juices leaked down my cock. My nuts were coated in heat, it blocked out the air. I could hear the liquid splattering into the puddle under us. 

I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the sensation. Honestly, as far as punishments went, this could be much worse! When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything, and suddenly, there was a hot, musky weight on my face. Whose pussy was this?! I inhaled deeply. But the size of the mound and the scent told me it could only be Thalita's cunt, greeting me once more. Except this time it was completely bare. However, that didn't stop her from grinding on my face, preventing me from eating her out as I wanted to. That pussy was just so ... plump. It was very inviting. I could feel some fuzz. 

KLINK-KLINK-KLINK. GLISCH-GLISCH-GLISCH. "Aaaauuugh!" cried Romy as she orgasmed again and again. The silky-hot flesh of her cunt constricted, her womb squeezed, her body spasmed atop me, her legs kicked on either side of my hips. Valeska used her like a fleshlight, a toy to extract the pearly fluid she wanted so badly. 

I felt my balls tightening as they got massaged. I was going to cum again. My cock's throat stretched delightfully as it filled with spunk. I felt the sperm pushing toward my tip, dilating it. I felt my nuts squeezing, my abdomen tightening, and— GLOOOOOORCH. SPLOOOOOORT. My sperm-cannon detonated and unleashed a tsunami of virility inside of Romy. GLUUUURCH. I could feel my sperm blasting against the back of her womb. I felt it stretching it out as the walls lost contact with my cock. BLOOOORT. Torrid semen sprayed my body. Romy screamed. And all I could see and smell was Thalita's dripping cunt. And she wouldn't let me even lick it! It only made me blow my load harder ... which was probably the point. 

Minutes later, my nuts stopped pumping. I sighed. Thalita stood up. She smiled down at me. "What a wonderful new piece of equipment you are. I'm going to keep you, I think." 

"Not if I take that big slab of meat, first," said Valeska. 

I looked down at Romy's back. Her belly was swollen enough to easily be visible from behind, several times wider than her back was. Valeska began to pull her up and off my cock, making her belly jiggle. Schluuuuur-pop! My cock popped free. Romy warbled again, moaning through another orgasm. Valeska laid her out on a yoga mat. 

The ladies moved toward Romy. I saw as they spread her legs wide. They pushed their faces in so they could gulp down my gushing seed. I could hear the chorus of slurping and gulping. Everyone was getting protein today. The brunette with a bob looked at my cock and grinned. "Me next!" 

Then Thalita moved into view, dangling her shorts from her finger. She grinned and pulled the shorts over my head, the sweat-soaked garment filling my nose with her thick feminine aroma once more. I felt hands on my cock. 

*** 

SSCHLOOOR-POP! My cock popped free. I heard her scream. "Aaaauugh!" She was cumming again. I knew she was, even though I couldn't see her. 

Time passed quickly. I don't know how much. All I know was that my cock got used several dozen times by those horny trainers. All I could smell was Thalita-sweat, my jizz, and pussy. It was obscene and decadent. 

I could only put a name to a couple of the voices, but I'm fairly sure each girl took several turns. 

Fianlly, the shorts got pulled away. I blinked at the orange light. I looked down. 

At some point, three other women had appeared. Where had they come from? I really had no clue. I did know that there were eight normal-sized women laying on yoga mats all around me, each with a belly as big as an over-filled bean bag chair. Blown-out cunts and asses gushed jizz into an ankle-deep pool of semen filling the arena. 

Romy's head lolled to the side. Her eyes were glassy, her cunt gaping wide enough to slide a wine bottle into. Her ass was in no better condition. Each hole was gushing rivers of thick jizz. It leaked from her mouth. Sasha twitched nearby, sitting up so I couldn't see how ravaged she was. But I could see that she was draped over her belly. It was so swollen it engulfed her splayed thighs. 




Brod: Growing Unrest Pt. 06



Two girls were back-to-back, sitting in a pool of spunk, groping and kneading swollen bellies. Another one was swallowing the cum leaking out of a dark girl's cunt. A white girl was slathering handfuls of sperm all over her body. 

Valeska and Thalita stood over me, looking at each other. 

Valeska grinned and grabbed my cock, squeezing it behind the glans. As big as she was, my cock still looked monstrous in her hands. "I bet I take this thing deeper than you." 

Thalita shook her head. "Brod belongs to me, dear. I'll show you who the monster-cock-master is." 

"Oh yeah? Let me show you how to do it, you spunk-chugging slut," grunted Valeska. She turned her light eyes towards me and said, "I'm gonna drain those nuts once and for all." 

"Be my guest," said Thalita, smirking at the blonde. 

Valeska chuckled and put a leg over me, straddling my body, facing me. Reaching under her, she seized my organ roughly and pushed it up against her dripping entrance. Her soft tits wobbled as she backed up and grunted, her sticky lips pressing against my drooling, eager cock. She looked over at Thalita, winked, and slammed her hips back. 

We both cried out, both of us surprised. 

Her cunt stretched around my cock, accepting it with relatively little struggle. Her swollen belly bounced and jiggled. 

"Fuck, you're huge," she growled. "Mmmph." I could tell she wanted to make more noise, but she was biting back the grunts of effort as she pushed her pussy down further. 

"Is he too big for poor little Valeska's itty-bitty cunny?" cooed Thalita. 

"Fuck you, hamsnatch!" yelled Valeska. 

" 'Hamsnatch?' " I repeated. 

"Don't you start, beeftower!" ordered Valeska. 

"Where are you getting these names?" asked Thalita. She moved so she was straddling my head, standing over me. Her inviting cunt hovered up above my head. Drip. Drip. Drip. Boiling-hot, fresh cunt juice dribbled onto my forehead and cheeks, rolled down my nose. Pat-pat-pat. 

Valeska's muscular thighs flexed and she slammed her hips down again. Whunk! I hit the back of her cervix. She gritted her teeth and glared at Thalita as she tightened up, apparently frozen in place. I could feel her pussy clutching and strangling my cock, powerful muscles rippling. 

"Auugh! Fuck!" I grunted. She was strong inside, not just outside! It felt incredible. 

Skllrrrssch! I felt hot jets of cunt juice spraying my nuts and thighs. Valeska was cumming! Yet she still looked pissed? Whatever. It felt great! 

Thalita smirked. "Ooh! Valeska's cunny-wunny is cummy-umming! Done so sooooon? Are you tired?" 

"I swear to God I will beat you with one of those chairs," growled Valeska. She straightened up and began to bounce up and down on my cock, aggressively slamming her womb's gate into the battering ram of my cock—the opposite of how this usually worked. 

"Umph! Mph! Mph!" I grunted and groaned as her weight came down on my cock, her cunt clutching me as she forced me to penetrate her womb. It was weird, though, because I could feel that she'd already taken over half my cock. "Augh! Yeah! Mmm!" I grunted as cunt-juice dripped on my head. When a busty seven-foot Viking girl bounces up and down on your cock, it's really hard to stay quiet. 

"I bet you want me to put my pussy back on your face, don't you, Brod?" asked Thalita. She reached down and teased her puffy mound with a fingertip, spreading the fleshy lips, taunting me with that delicious-looking thing. 

"I! Mph! Wouldn't mind!" 

"I'd love to, but then Valeska would complain," she chuckled. 

Valeska's body came down. Her cervix buckled. She fell lower. I was in her womb. It stretched around me, slick-sticky silk clutching my glans as tightly as her hands. Her insides rippled. I saw her gritting her teeth and closing her eyes. As she bit back the howls of another intense orgasm, she ended up making squeaking noises. Skllrrsch! Skllrrscch! "Mmpheeeee!" 

She grinned, leaned back, and lifted her belly with both hands. Thalita and I could see. My jaw hung open. I was so surprised that not even the pleasure of that pussy registered for a long moment. Valeska was taking over three-quarters of my cock! Only one hand-width was exposed! She had over a foot and a half of arm-thick cock stuffed into her cunt! "Where you been all my life?!" I groaned. 

Valeska cackled and began to bounce. She put her rough hands on my chest. Her jiggling belly rested on my own, the soft heat wobbling and sloshing audibly. It rippled as she began to bounce her hips, lunging forward till just my glans was in her, then shoving back until I was buried in her womb once more. She worked my cock in a long, languid rhythm, seeming almost relaxed if it weren't for her tensed face. 

Thalita knelt down and put her face next to mine. I could smell my sperm on her breath. She kissed my cheek and said. "I'll take every. Last. Inch. I'm your mistress, not her," she breathed before using the tip of her tongue to lick up behind my ear. The tip traced through the grooves. I felt the hot breath on me. She bit its edge gently. Her fingertip smeared her nectar over my lips and nose again. 

The bench clanked as Valeska bounced up and down on my cock, moving faster. I could feel her cum again, twice, thrice. Yet she still managed to hold back the moans. Skllrrsssch! Skllrrssch! The blonde's nectar sprayed all over my sack and thighs. "Mmmph! Fuck yeah!" 

It felt so good! Having so much of my cock inside a warm, silky, rippling, tight pussy! I was so used to only being able to use half of it on a girl. I'd never fucked such a large woman. And she'd never fucked a cock as big as mine. I knew I couldn't last long. 

"This cock is the best!" she growled. "Fuck! Blow your load, already! Cum in me!" 

"Oh no, you really are getting tired!" cackled Thalita. 

"We'll see how you do!" snapped Valeska as she looked down at me. "Yeah, you never had a pussy like this, huh!" 

"Never been so deep!" I yelled. "Augh, fuck, it's so tight! So deep! Can't get this much cock in any one!" 

"That's right, my pussy is the best! Don't you forget it, cock-slave!" yelled Valeska. "Only the biggest and best for my pussy!" 

"Wait till I fuck you, Brod," said Thalita. She cupped my cheeks and began to kiss me, our lips intertwining, her tongue teasing mine. I tasted myself on her. She probably tasted all the pussy I'd been eating—or trying to, anyway. 

Valeska tossed her head to clear some of the hair out of her face. Her belly sloshed and bounced against mine wildly, rippling like a water balloon. Slap! Slap! Slap! Glisch! Glisch! Glisch! Her rough hands gripped my body tightly. She was salivating, drool rolling down her chin as she fucked my cock. Her breathing was ragged and heavy. The whole bench wobbled unsteadily back and forth. 

KLANK. KLANK. KLANK. The bench rattled. I could feel my heavy nuts swinging. Valeska sped up, arching her head back as she began to pound me harder and harder, slamming her cunt down, clearly hoping she could force more cock into her body. For me, it felt wonderful, and my eyes were closed to slits as I felt the grip of her pussy milking me of my sperm. 

Sweat shined on her body, her powerful quads and hamstrings flexed under the skin. I could feel my sperm starting to rage in my nuts, jostling for the chance to fill her womb. I felt my balls tightening, my body shifting. 

Valeska must have sensed it. "Yeah, blow your load! Cum in my blonde cunt! Give me slanty-eyed babies, fuck-off Jap Cockzilla! Augh!" Some women could be very vocal while making very little sense during sex. 

"I'm gonna pump that white-girl pussy full of jizz!" I yelled at her. "You're gonna birth a whole litter of super-babies for me!" 

"Knock me up! Yeah! Yeah! Sperm, now!" she ordered. 

"Okay!" GLOOOOOOORCH. As if on cue, I erupted. BLOOOOOOOOORCH. We both yelled as I began to cum. I felt her spasming into another orgasm. GLUUUUUURCH. Pints of sperm blasted through my cock, erupting at the tip, filling her womb, my cock spewing for several long seconds before finally stopping. GLURCH. GLURCH. GLURCH. 

"Aw, yes! Yeeeess!" she howled. 

Thalita rolled her eyes, but I was only half paying attention, instead more focused on pumping semen into this huge white girl's womb. The blonde's belly began to swell even larger, growing impossibly, even with all the semen already in her. Her belly was bigger than any of the other girl's. It engulfed my own body, spilling to the sides as she stopped moving. She gripped my chest, leaning against me, chest heaving, breasts bouncing. Her eyes stared up into the sky, glassy and far-away. Another droplet of saliva rolled down her chin. Her belly gurgled as I filled it. 

GLOOOOOOOORSCH. GLOOOOOOOORSCH. "Aaauuhmmm," I moaned. My cock spasmed and bucked inside her. Gallons of sperm erupted from deep in my nuts, each one contracting in unison. Oh, how I wish I could breed this woman. 

"Oh, such a good boy, that's right. Cum for us, Brod," cooed Thalita. She stroked my face. "You're doing very well." 

"Aahh!" cried Valeska as she closed her eyes, cumming once more. SPLOOOORT! Her belly kept growing and growing. How much more cum could she take?! GLUUUURCH. 

"We've searched so long for a man worthy of us," said Thalita, her voice sweet in my ear. 

"Hurkh! Mmmph!" Valeska gurgled, then clenched her jaw. Her belly looked big enough to climb into, a good four feet in diameter, engulfing most of my torso. I bet there was well over a bathtub worth of jizz in her body right now. Which was probably why she was hitting her limits. 

She tried to talk. "I can't—hurrgghll!" Valeska lurched forward and my spunk erupted from her mouth. Liter after liter of the cum that had been in her stomach poured from her maw in a constant waterfall. "Ughaauugh!" she gurgled as semen blasted from her mouth, all over her belly, rolling down to mine. 

Thalita began to laugh, an evil cackling that echoed off the concrete. 

Finally, my nuts began to empty. Valeska collapsed on top of her belly when she sensed I had stopped cumming. She groaned. 

Thalita stood up. Her wide, dark hips rolled, the globes of her ass passing in front of me as she moved to her friend. "Are you alright, Val?" she asked, sounding genuinely concerned. 

Valeska waved her hand dismissively. "Give me a moment." After that moment, she grunted and began to move, pulling off of my cock. "I've never been so full. I feel like I ate all of Golden Corral or some shit," she complained. "Augh." Schlllrrrrr-pop! My glans was free. 

The blonde swung her leg back over me with difficulty. I watched spunk gush from her gaping pussy, open enough for me to push both hands in. Gallons of semen splattered into the deep pool as she waddled away and squatted, squeezing her belly to force my sperm out of her womb. She winked at me. 

"I'm not done with you yet," she told me. 

Thalita smiled and patted my cheek. "I hope Yara won't miss her toy. I think I'm going to take you home and keep you," she chuckled. The caramel-skinned Amazon swung her long, long leg over me and grabbed my cock. Her sperm-swollen stomach wobbled as she backed up, pressing her pussy to me and sighing. Thalita bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, rolling her hips and grinding back against my tip. Her breathing deepened, but remained controlled. 

Then, she slowly pushed back. I heard the sound of her pussy stretching around me, its dripping lips Schllrcck! 

"Oh, that's good," she gasped. "No wonder Yara keeps you around," she sighed. Her hips moved back. My cock slipped smoothly into her welcoming pussy, the silky walls stretching around me. There was a lot of resistance, and Thalita let out a long groan—but this wasn't the struggle it was with most girls. "Mmmph. Ooh!" Her body shuddered, her belly and tits jiggled ... I felt her contracting. She paused momentarily. Her pussy rippled. Gllsssch! Her nectar gushed, coating my cock once again, washing some of the white spunk away. 

Thalita smiled down at me and started to push downward again. "Oh, my, you're so big. I've never felt so full of cock, Brod. And believe me, I've tried," she panted, biting her lower lip as her pussy swallowed inch after inch of my cock. My girth pulsed inside her feverish heat, the huge organ rivaling her arms and the smaller girls' thighs in thickness. "I've fucked my bedpost, the biggest dildo I could find. Nothing like this," she panted. "I get so, so horny!" she cooed. Her voice was low, sultry, dark. "I'm cumming again!" she announced, shuddering as she squirted another wave of cunt-juice onto me. 

Valeska started yelling. "And you were talking shit about me? Look at you, twice and you're not even in, slut!" 

Thalita chuckled and began to pump her hips, slowly easing my cock in and out of her hot tunnel. Then I felt a gentle bump as I hit her cervix. Thalita bit her lip and began to press back against it, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. "Mp!" she grunted. Her cervix dilated, and she pushed back, my cock shoving into her womb and stretching it out. She moaned and began to cum again, closing her eyes, curling her toes, her pussy gushing. Glooosch! Gloooosch! "Unlike you, I'm not afraid to enjoy my orgasms," she moaned at Valeska. "Oooh! Mmmmhh! What a little stud you are, Brod! Oh, you're doing so good!" 

I wasn't sure why she was treating me like a teenager fumbling with his first vagina, but I really didn't care. 

"How did you do that?" I grunted. 

"Yoga, Tai-Chi, a lot of meditation, a number of things. Yara helped," said Thalita. She smiled as she began to pump her body more smoothly. She straightened up, leaning back and grabbing the steel bar, bouncing her whole body up and down with her thick, muscular thighs, her quads shifting under the sweat-slick skin. The huge belly bounced and jiggled and sloshed as she sunk lower and lower. Schlllooock! She rose to the balls of her feet. Gliiiisch! She dropped her body, shoving my whole cock into her womb again, the feverish walls of her vagina feeling as if they were rippling and massaging me. 

She was slow and sensual compared to Valeska's intense fire. I was surprised the blonde didn't have more comments after all the shit she'd been talking earlier. She was off to the side, squatting down and bouncing. The blonde massaged her stomach, grunting as pulses of spunk continued to gush from her cunt. 

Thalita's belly undulated in waves as she pumped her hips slowly up and down, gripping me with the toned muscles inside her. Her dark eyes fixed on mine, and she bit her lip as she looked at me with a delicious hunger. Schllluck. Schlluuuck. Thalita milked my cock using her whole body. Each time she came down, her belly smacked into mine. Her tits wobbled. I wasn't thrusting back up into her, but I didn't need to, and I wasn't sure she wanted me to. Precum and cunt juice rolled down my cock in sheets, dripping onto my body. Every inch of my skin was slick with pussy juice, jizz, or sweat, and it was all dry and sticky in the temperate outdoor breeze. 

"Mmmph!" Thalita came, erupting around my cock, closing her eyes. It felt incredible, feeling her pussy sinking lower and lower. I could feel her heat stimulating more and more nerves. 

But then I felt something weird. Her muscular thighs pressed against mine. She stopped moving. I could feel her weight on my legs, her belly sitting and sloshing on top of mine. I squinted. The orange light revealed the bulge of my cock, the head tenting her belly far and high ... despite the fact that her stomach was ludicrously swollen. My brow furrowed. This didn't make sense. With that much jizz in her, my cock shouldn't have been visible! "The hell?" I asked. 

Thalita winked, and lifted her belly. 

"Holy shit!" I yelled, my eyes wide. "What the fuck?" 

Valeska looked over and squinted. "Jesus fuck! How the hell?!" 

Thalita had taken my entire cock! Her lips were stretched like latex, her neatly trimmed pubes mingling with mine, her thighs atop mine as she sat there. It was a dream come true. All my fantasies about Helen Parr fulfilled by a very real dark-haired titaness. I couldn't stop staring at how her groin was RIGHT AGAINST mine! I had no words. It felt so good! 

With both hands, she began to massage the coconut-sized head of my cock through her belly. Valeska waddled up behind her and grinned, rubbing each heavy nut. 

I erupted. 

GLOOOOOORSCH! "AAAUGH!" I cried, my voice echoing off the concrete as liters of jizz erupted inside of Thalita's womb. 

"Auuugh! Yeah! Knock us up, breeder-boy!" she cried, closing her eyes tightly as she began to cum once more. SPLOOORT. SPLOOORT. Each nickel-thick wad blasted for several long seconds, flooding her, exploding inside her womb and stretching it from the inside out. Her belly began to grow and grow. 

Chrrmmbbl! I heard the gurgling rumble in her belly as I filled it, the sperm swirling about my cock. White sprayed out around my base, squirting between our bellies and leaking to the sides. 

"Mmph!" Valeska grunted, likely getting sprayed with spunk , as well. 

Thalita and I kept cumming and cumming together. Her belly spread out to the sides, as Valeska's had, the torrid, slick skin hot against mine. Sweat poured over Thalita's brow, dripping onto her belly and me as she closed her eyes. 

SKLLRRRRT! SKLLLRRRT! Vaginal nectar sprayed from her. I could feel it. SPLOOORT! SPLOOORT! Gallon after gallon of steaming-hot ultra-thick semen filled her. 

Her belly grew bigger than Valeska's had at her peak. Valeska seemed surprised, and she began kneading my balls more fervently. It kind of hurt, but it felt great. "Mmpphahh!" I moaned. 

"Come on, cum more already! Pop that slut!" ordered the blonde. 

But I felt my orgasm petering out. Spluuuuuurt... Spluuuuurt... 

"No! How can you contain all of it!" yelled Valeska. 

I went limp as I blew my last wad, panting and staring blearily at a point somewhere beyond the sky. "Ugh..." 

Thalita sighed and leaned on her belly, smiling at me. Her stomach was so big that it engulfed me up to my chest. Her hands stroked my face. 

Valeska released my nuts and walked up besides us, frowning. 

Abruptly, Thalita lurched, belching. Valeska's eyes lit up. Thalita belched again. "Urrkh!" Splat! A fat wad of sperm squirted from her mouth and onto my chest. "Whoops. Excuse me." Valeska sighed. 

I began to relax, letting out a long sigh, loving the feeling of my entire two-foot monster pulsing inside a hot womb I'd just filled with spunk. I asked, "Are you going to untie me now?" 

Thalita patted my cheek. Both her and Valeska grinned. Valeska said, "I made plenty of room." 

Thalita chuckled and added, "Brod, we are far from done." 

She began to pull up, moving away. Schlooor-pop! My cock came free. Hot jizz drenched it. Valeska moved into position. 

*** 

Deep blue began to creep into the sky. Birds were chirping. 

Finally, Valeska untied me. I sat up. The creeping dawn illuminated the comatose trainers laying all over the gym yard, bellies swollen, breathing gently as they rested. 

Valeska and Thalita helped me up. Their bellies both wobbled and sloshed back and forth. Each had to be over four feet across. SLORSCH. GLURSCH. SLUUURSCH. All those gallons of spunk sloshed audibly, and it gushed from their pussies and asses, splattering all over the ground, leaving a broad white trail in our wake. Both the Viking and the Amazon looked like hell. Valeska's hair was matted into gold tentacles, spunk caked all over her cheeks and body. Thalita's gorgeous brown skin was frosted thick and white, broad patches that ended up making her look sort of like a cow. Her wild hair was an absolute fright. 




Brod: Growing Unrest Pt. 06



None of us could walk right. We wobbled like a bunch of bow-legged zombies trying to prop each other up. I nearly fell, but the girls helped me up. Valeska and Thalita each took a moment to lean against the wall of the gym as we went back inside. But we managed to lurch and shuffle our way into the showers. I don't know how many times we fucked. It was Saturday. At least ... I think it was. 

Some time later, Arva unlocked the door to her shop. At some point, someone had advised her to just go home for the night. Lana was waddling beside her, still sore from what I'd done to her. I was so drained that not even their ludicrous curves roused my cock. They gasped when they saw me. I was splayed out in a loveseat in the back hallway, out of view of the front. My legs were spread wide, my cock and balls dangling. 

Everything was so smooth and bleary. I felt both stoned and drunk, my vision lagging behind my eyes, my thoughts slow. Fatigue and who knew how much sex had taken their toll. The last time I felt like this was when I'd plowed my way through a dorm housing a few hundred ladies over a holiday weekend. 

I smiled at Arva and said, "I need pants."