Help! I Got Knocked Up by a Loser Who Turned Into a Chad! A Spectacular Hardcore Erotica About Giant Sizes, Muscles, Inflation, and Many More Forbidden Kinks!

Help! I Got Knocked Up by a Loser Who Turned Into a Chad!

Part 1: A Chad’s Ascension

Chapter 1: Nothing and Everything

Chapter 2: The Elusive Loser

Chapter 3: Son of a Steed

Chapter 4: The Goddess of All Women

Chapter 5: Five-minute-long multiple squirting Os

Chapter 6: Back Breeding the Busty Babe

Chapter 7: Chad’s Monuments

Chapter 8: Uncontrollable Sucking and Irresistible Breeding!

Chapter 9: Getting Bathed in Milk by a Healthy, Virile Horse!

Chapter 10: Soup

Chapter 11: The First (Proper) Fucking

Part 2: A Chad’s Babe

Chapter 12: Balls

Chapter 13: The Steps to Pregnancy

Chapter 14: Wife Boobies

Chapter 15: Love is a 28-Inch Dick Down the Throat

Chapter 16: Sperm God and Milk Goddess

Chapter 17: The Limits of Virility

Chapter 18: Where Chad Fills up a Room With His Seed

Chapter 19: Firing On All Cylinders

Chapter 20: The Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Nuts

Chapter 21: PAWG Stacy

Chapter 22: In the Butt

Chapter 23: Fifteen Nuts and Time Out!

Part 3: A Chad’s Harem

Chapter 24: The Blond, the Brunette, the Latina, the Black, and the Goth Jap

Chapter 25: The Test of the Stud

Chapter 26: Covering Five Babes With My Heavy Blanket of Sperm

Chapter 27: Time to Get Serious Now

Chapter 28: Just… fucking.

Chapter 29: The Ensuing Massacre

Chapter 30: From Liters to Gallons (Or: When a Virgin Becomes a Cum God!)

Chapter 31: ‘Til the End of All Time… We Shall Be Breeding!

Help! I Got Knocked Up by a Loser Who Turned Into a Chad!

A Spectacular Hardcore Erotica About Giant Sizes, Muscles, Inflation, and Many More Forbidden Kinks!

Gigi Potemkin

2026

Help! I Got Knocked Up by a Loser Who Turned Into a Chad! A Spectacular Hardcore Erotica About Giant Sizes, Muscles, Inflation, and Many More Forbidden Kinks!

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Part 1: A Chad’s Ascension

Chapter 1: Nothing and Everything

No one paid attention to Chad for much of high school. In many ways, he might as well have been completely invisible.

Neither popular nor hated, Chad was always… just there. Nerdy enough, awkward a bit, sure, but… meh. A great piece of nothing.

Chad didn’t seem to mind his isolation. In fact, he preferred it this way. He was sociable enough not to come across as a creep, but not much else.

Literally, no one knew he existed. Men greeted him a few times a year, and every time they thought it was the first time they’d seen him. When people asked what grade he was in, they were usually shocked to realize that he was in their class.

Invisible. Utterly invisible – but again, he seemed to like it this way.

Chad was neither bitter not joyous. Neither resentful not overly excited in any way. No one knew what hobbies he had and, well, no one knew he existed at all.

Physically, too, Chad was utterly unremarkable. A little short for a man, but not too short to draw attention to himself – and mockery from the girls.

Last time anyone bothered to check, he was 5’8’’, 5’9’’, something like that.

Thin and lanky, not very graceful, but also a total wreck of a human being, Chad played no sports and exceeded on no academic subject in specific.

If plain white bread was a human being, it probably would NOT be Chad, because plain white bread is usually actually very tasty and extremely popular on the markets.

Chad, on the other end, was nothing. Sheer nothing. He wasn’t even air: colorless, odorless, pure gas, because air is essential for living.

Chad was just… nobody. Nothing and no one in particular – and it was okay. It was alright. He liked it that way. And if he didn’t, well, no one would ever notice, and fewer people still would ever bother.

* * * * *

Stacy was everything.

At the youngest, tenderest age, she developed sexual characteristics that would put a grown-up, fully matured supermodel to shame.

It was actually a little concerning how early Stacy reached puberty, and how fully he developed as soon as puberty hit her like a freight train. If some kids need to be moved up grades because they’re too smart, Stacy had to be removed from many classes, even schools, because most people who came across her thought she was an adult sitting with preschoolers.

It was awkward. It was absurd. For Stacy, though, it was the beginning of heaven.

Now, one must be careful when describing Stacy at such young age because of pedophilia and whatnot, so the best roundabout way to convey what an enormity this woman was is by describing her, well, as soon as she turned eighteen.

It was the final year of high-school, the final months actually, and Stacy’s growth was finally slowing down a little.

From the earliest, most indecently young age, she developed her body and mind so fast that some scientists actually paid top dollar to study her, for her biological growth lay far beyond the edge of what anyone thought possible for a human being – or for a mammal!

As Stacy neared her 18th birthday, though, her stupendous growth leveled out somewhat, and most people could see the woman for who she would be for the rest of her life: a 6’8’’, triple-Z-breasted, long-legged and hard-assed blonde supermodel who’d earn billions of dollars a year in whatever modeling career she chose to pursue.

For a high schooler, even one at the tail end of her grade, putting Stacy next to other girls was like having a fight between a roided up Alpha gorilla and a newborn kitten.

Hydrogen bomb and coughing babies, truly.

Stacy wasn’t just stunning. She was extremely smart to boot. Her IQ had been measured at north of 148, and given her generally reserved and studious ways, she could have her pick of any course in any university on the planet – but she, of course, being smart, chose easy money before anything else, and way, waaaay before she turned 18, Stacy was already pulling tens to hundreds of millions of dollars a year on several modeling gigs and premium “naughty” online accounts, causing a stir in whatever country she chose to debut her newest brand or account.

Stacy’s parent’s weren’t exactly happy with her choices, but they were mostly above morality themselves, being both outrageously rich and ridiculous handsome, the top genetic specimens of humanity, and as long as their daughter was being independent and free, yelp, all was good in life.

Stacy’s family had been rich since the 1200s, being nobility in all the Nordic countries, and eventually wealthy entrepreneurs and whatnot. Her parents alone accounted for some 12% of Norway’s GDP, decabillionaires, and Stacy, being their only offspring, knew she could expect an inheritance north of 18 billion USD or something.

She cared little for the money, of course, for she could apparate hundreds of millions with basically the snap of her fingers – or a careful snapshot of her feet.

Stacy was hot, hot, hot, HOT. Not merely the type of hot that molds generations and shape entire demographic cultures, like Marilyn Monroe or Gisele Budchen, but hot like… she-can’t-be-human kind of hot. Greek-goddess kind of hot.

And, to be fair, Aphrodite, Athena, Freya, and any fertility deity one could think of would ALL probably come short of the absolute, stupendous beauty (and sheer, mind-numbing eroticism) of Stacy even from waaaay before she turned 18.

Many years before becoming (legally) a woman, Stacy was already the most gorgeous female specimen humankind had ever produced, earning no small praise from even her mother, a successful supermodel-turned-businesswoman.

When she actually turned 18… well… fuck, she wasn’t a woman no more. Just a god. A goddess, truly.

In her uber-expensive private college, Stacy was the goddess-above-godhood itself; so insanely above her peers – of all peers, actually – that a full 40% of the female body (both students and teachers) just up and left when they couldn’t bear the presence of that demi-human, that half-god, half-human hybrid that, again, just could not be real!

The Laws of Physics seemed to reject her existence.

Stacy had the blondest, shiniest hair, fairest face, most massive, even burdensome pair of breasts, incredibly large, stocky, hard ass, microscopic waist contrasting Jessica-Rabbit-like expansive hips, and long long loooong muscular legs that were full of meat and shiny with her ever-juicy thighs, a pornographic cartoon woman made into a flesh-and-bone human being.

Yeah. Stacy was everything. She was such everything that she even knew about the existence of a certain Chad, just like she technically knew every name and face of every person in any environment she was in.

Her super brain, you see, scanned everyone and everything. She knew that Chad existed, but just like anyone who had ever come across that lad, that ghost of a man, her impression of him was… nothing. Just utterly muted.

Regular face

Shorter-than-average

Thin body. Rather frail

Not dumb, not smart

No interests in particular

Shy around girls. Not too creepy

Family not particularly rich (is here on aid)

And that was everything that she bothered to “file” on him. This is literally everything that her brain made of him as soon as she caught a glimpse of that ghoul-like non-entity of a human being.

Chad existed – and that was it.

On with much more exciting people.

* * * * *

Stacy didn’t know them. Exciting people. Not actually, really, because a goddess like her could never actually be impressed with any human being, could she?

The top-of-the-top, ‘cream of the crop’ humans were all like regular people to her, and regular people were just… meh.

They were there, she guessed.

Shrug.

The biggest disappointment of her life was sex, though. You know, for a woman of her caliber, Stacy always thought sex would be the most out-of-body cosmic experience ever, only to come up short – every – single – time.

Stacy had standards, sure. The highest standards known to men. Short of a few, desperate exceptions, no man she’s ever “dated” (if you can call it that) was shorter than 6’4’’ (a midget in her eyes) or 6 inches.

She had her pick on literally every single guy in the world. She knew it, for the hottest movie stars, princes, and heirs offered to PAY HER for sex – and these guys were the ones any other woman on the planet would pay to have sex with.

Ten million dollars…

Twenty-five million dollars…

Fifty-seven million…

The highest bid Stacy ever got was from an Eastern European prince with exceptional pedigree, even more exceptional looks, 6’7’’, extremely muscular (and all natural), and a mouth-watering, jaw-breaking 12-inch veiny white monster cock – one of the biggest and juiciest Stacy had ever tasted.

She was tempted enough to give the guy a pass, but… nope. If Brad-Pitt-caliber womanizers had to pay her seven, eight figures for sex, she’d lend her pussy for free for no other guy – not even a delectable piece of hunk like this literal royalty.

Tall, dashing, blond, rich (and from a family that was rich for generation), and hung like a stallion. She still demanded payment for this piece of meat, and she was actually quite surprised when he did, in fact, decide to pay her.

158 million dollars was his offer. She accepted, sure, with a bit of suspicion actually (he was definitely a psycho who wanted to hack-and-slash her, she swore), and the pleasure he gave her was the highest and most frequent she had ever felt during sex. A lot of pleasure, yes, and maybe even “orgasms”, but she wouldn’t know it for sure.

Ultimately, she slept with him once and that was it. “Guy came like a horse, though,” she told her closest (rare) friends, recounting how he filled up his condom until it was as big as a tennis ball.

“You actually made him wear a condom??”

“Yes,” she said, and she actually rued having to say any more than this, for a goddess like her needed to explain her actions no further, but… sigh. Alas! Her friends were no goddesses, merely all-time supermodels, so Stacy growled impatiently when she explained to them her reasons: “He just didn’t feel like ‘it’. He didn’t feel right.”

She touched her slim, ultra-thin belly, and sighed, feeling her womb always hot, her eggs always desperate and frustrated for being so, so empty for so, soooo long.

“My womb is better than his dick.”

Before any of her “friends” murdered her out of jealousy, she hooked them up with said prince. He went on to marry five of her friends and get them all very well bred and thoroughly impregnated.

She was happy for them and rather proud of him. “He is impressive, don’t get me wrong,” she muttered to herself, sometimes, letting her thoughts flow through her thick, naturally scarlet red, strawberry lips.

The multi-billionaire prince got every one of his wives knocked up almost every year, and last time she checked on them, when she turned 18, he had planted four to five babies on each of their bellies. Twenty-four heirs, she heard he’d had, and the virility to keep making as many as her girlfriends were willing to bear.

“How the FUCK do you pass on a man like this??”

They told her, feeling victorious about their accomplishments, for they had kids and Stacy had none, and for all of Stacy’s superhuman looks, it seemed she was condemned to be a perpetual auntie, forever a cat-lady due to her extreme standards and such nonsense.

“This guy cums like a fire hose!” They rubbed their pregnant bellies when she checked on them again. “I feel my eggs being impregnated each time! Even his sperm is thick and chunky, like… eggnog or something!”

“Uhm, I know. I drank from his filled-up condom.”

“Girl, you don’t know what you’re missing on!”

But she knew.

Yeah. Stacy knew what she was missing on, but the problem was: the object she missed did not exist!

“Largest man I ever had was fourteen inches.”

She sighed, remembering having been left completely numb by that lad – and not because he fucked her so hard that, well, her insides went numb, but because she was soooo bored, and she had felt so little when she was penetrated!

“The thickest one was wrist-thick.” She raised her arm in before her eyes and saw her wrist, so long and delicate. “Thicker than my wrist. A baseball bat. Still…” She sighed. “Nothing. I felt nothing.”

The most virile man came a bit more than the prince: about a whole cup. She measured it. She drank his semen as he spurted it in her throat, and his 13-inch prick reached halfway down to her stomach, where she felt his thick, steamy load gathering in a large puddle (but small for her) in her delicate stomach.

“He was the thickest, richest semen I have ever drank, and his sperm were so potent I could feel them wiggling in my cheeks. Still…”

Nothing. Nothing.

She felt nothing from all these men, and she realized (with a bit of horror, indeed), that she might never actually feel anything with anyone – ever! And that this was the curse that perfect beings were forced to bear.

Irony of the gods. Heavens laughing at her.

“Oh, mother… daddy…” She cursed her parents in secret whenever they weren’t listening. “Why did you give such great genes???”

Great was an understatement, of course. The greatest understatement of all. Through no fault of her own, Stacy was condemned to a lifetime of anhedonia born out of her nearly-divine blood. She had unwittingly become the end point of human evolution, the uttermost ideal of a human female, and the highest peak of both aesthetics and intelligence in the feminine form.

20,000 years of civilized human evolution had led to her. Every single spotless pairing of DNA during mating has resulted in her, and as the final result of this triumphant lineage, the victory of her evolutionary race, Stacy realized… she would race no more!

The race was over. She had hit a solid, brick wall.

At the turn of her 18th birthday, Stacy realized, with a bit of cosmic horror and existential pain, that winning the genetic race meant the end of her genes.

She would get to feel no pleasure – ever.

She would never know what it was like to get an orgasm, let alone… LOVE!

She would never know what it felt like to get “butterflies” in her tummy or tingles in her pussy. Hell, she might never even get anything in her tummy at all, not even heirs from desperate sex after she’d given up all hope of finding an attractive mate.

“I’m so pretty…” She purred, biting her lip with a budding arousal for herself. “I’m so… flawless…”

Her pussy throbbed. Thinking and talking about herself was the only thing that ever got her going, so to speak.

“I might never get preggy. Literally impossible to be impregnated!”

Her womb was just too damn strong! Any other sperm… pfff! Just too damn feeble!

“DAMN, MOM AND DAD, FOR YOUR PERFECT, PERFECT GENES!”

She tried to punch a table, but she punched her tits instead, which were so big they easily overflowed into any table, and loads and loads of milk were sprayed from her tits, which were always full and fat and lactating.

“Damn it!”

Always milking for the kids she would never get, preparing her for a motherhood that would never come.

For the woman who had everything ended up with nothing in the end.

Chapter 2: The Elusive Loser

Now, two years before Stacy’s graduation, Chad left school. They were both 16 at the time, and no one notice Chad’s disappearance.

Again, Chad was nobody. He was nothing. He did not exist.

Well, not entirely.

You see, at around his 16th birthday, things were happening to Chad; things that only very few people knew about, and even fewer people cared – but those who cared, oh, they cared deeply.

Not that any of this mattered to Stacy, of course, who was busy being a goddess of sex, printing money like the Federal Reserve from her multiple cam accounts, and fucking European princes and whatnot.

Chad’s high-school dropout went largely unnoticed, but those who *did* notice it, oh, came to miss him very, very deeply.

* * * * *

“Where did Chad go?”

“Who?”

“Chad.”

“Who’s that?”

“He’s a hunk from 10th grade.”

“Never heard of him. Wait, did you say hunk?”

Stacy overheard this conversation one day, and unbeknownst to her, she had it recorded and stored in her mind, though it went completely ignored the day she heard it.

“Yeah, hunk. Gosh, he was sooo hot! Almost as hot as the football captain.”

“Bullshit. I never saw Stacy with him.”

“What does that blond bitch have to do with this?”

There was a pause, and the girl gave her other friend a knowing look, half sardonic, half impatient.

“If he’s a handsome man, Stacy dated him.”

“Fine. She’s a bitch anyway.”

“Did Stacy date him?”

“No. Not that I remember.”

“So he doesn’t exist.”

“Well, fine. He might as well not exist, ‘cause I only met him, like, two weeks ago, and all my friends were after him to.”

“Was he as student?”

“He was on uniform, so… maybe?”

“How was he? How did he look?”

There was a pause, then a purr, then shared looks of envy and arousal.

“Hunk. He was tall and hunky. Like, six feet or so.”

“Not very tall.”

“Still quite tall.”

“Decent.”

“Let’s not hang on these things.”

“Fine. Six feet. And?”

“Veeery hunky!”

The girls purred. “Muscular?”

“Very beefy, yes. More muscular than a fitness guy, but less than a bodybuilder.”

“Ah, heavens! So, the perfect amount of muscle.”

“Pretty much, yeah. And hung.”

Silence. This was the moment, if any, when Stacy realized she was paying very close attention to that otherwise forgettable (and briefly forgotten) conversation.

“How hung?”

“Don’t know exactly, but you could see the guy was packing. You know,” she winked. “The bulge.”

“Huh. Either packing or…”

“Yeah, I know. Stuffing something in his pants.”

“How much something?”

“Come again?”

She sighed. “How much was he packing. At least, how big did it look like?”

“Two-digit at least.”

A purr, a moan, and a low-burning growl. “Twelve inches? A foot-long?”

The other one, no answer. None verbal, that is. Only a nod – and many, many more purrs.

“Oh, heavens! Flaccid or erect?”

“No man is a foot long flaccid, girl.”

Purrs, purrs. “You’d be surprised.”

“Erect, sure.” She moved on her chair with discomfort. “Although…”

The other girl leaned in. “Hmm? Hmm??”

The girl gulped. Her eyes went here and there. Then, she spoke:

“It was insanely big, that bulge of his. Went halfway down to his knees – soft. So… I don’t know. He may have been longer than a foot when he was ready and primed to breed.”

“Oh, fuck, don’t speak like that. You get me going, you know.”

“I know, I know.”

“And it’s been months since I had a good boy to fuck.”

“Same, sis.”

They kissed, and then they kept talking about things that Stacy didn’t quite bother to hear.

Except… “Where is he, then?”

“I don’t know? Disappeared one day and we haven’t seen him since.”

“No socials, no contact?”

“None.”

“Then I’m afraid you didn’t see a man, but a ghost or a mirage.”

A pause. And then, after lots of careful consideration, she conceded:

“It has been many months since I fucked a guy worth fucking, so…” Shrug. “You might be right. Maybe he was just a byproduct of our lustful imagination.”

* * * * *

It was many months since Chad’s disappearance that he returned to this quaint little town in the mountains. To do what or with whom, this was anyone’s guess.

A few more people noticed his return, though, and for many of these people, this was their first time seeing him. To put it more precisely, this was their first time noticing him, and Stacy was one of these people.

This was the first time Stacy noticed Chad, and after she saw him that day, that evening, she never really forgot about him – and would only grow to think more and more about him until he was everything she could think about. Or be.

Stacy didn’t know that was Chad, though. Very few people noted him as, well, “Chad.”

A person, an individual. To most people who saw him that day, he was just a stranger who arrived in town, then parted almost as suddenly.

An incredibly handsome, hunky stranger. For most people, the most handsome men they had ever seen.

Not to Stacy, sure, but… damn, he got close. He was so handsome he’d drawn her senses to him, and Stacy couldn’t help it, no. She couldn’t help being drawn to any handsome piece of Alpha male who crossed her path.

For Stacy, it wasn’t merely attraction. It was an animalistic instinct that came with her primed, insanely viable body.

But we digress…

First time Stacy really took notice of Chad, she was still 16 (so was Chad), halfway to 17, and she saw him in the quaint, humble bus station of their town – and the moment she spotted him, everything stopped. Time froze.

It was a snowy and gloomy day, but everything around Chad was bright and hot.

He was an insanely, insanely hot male!

Six feet and four inches, Stacy took notes in her mind, or rather, her brain scanned him immediately, making files on the guy without her even noticing – again, pure, primordial instinct.

Six feet and four inches. Hung. A very hung male.

Her eyes were drawn to the bulge in his pants, and her heartbeat rose noticeably.

Very muscular. Fuck, he’s so muscular. Very muscular and well-built. Well-built? Nah. He’s perfect. Incredibly muscular and… all natural??

Stacy was a little destabilized when she saw him, for she had never met a man quite him in their town, not even in their whole state.

Maybe not in this whole corner of the USA, she kept on thinking.

He was easily bigger, manlier, and more hung than the school football captain. In fact, he couldn’t compare.

He makes Robert (that’s the captain’s name) looks like a sissy. Robert is a lion, and this guy is a beast!

He was really, really that big and broad and hung. The bulge in his pants was outrageous… but Stacy got lost in his frame for a while, noticing how perfect it was, how aesthetic and pleasing that man was to the eyes, and how despite being an overtly muscular monster – almost excessive, really – he was still as graceful and beautiful as a statue from a Renaissance master.

Truly a flawless, beefy piece of hunk!

Stacy was licking her lips when she noticed her pussy was throbbing for that guy, something that no other dude had done to her in… what, ages?

Fuck, he’s soooo handsome!

Yes. This was the killer thing about that dude: he might not have been Stacy’s biggest, but BY GOD, he was the most handsome. Even from that distance, Stacy could see his face was sculpted by angels, very youthful and boyish, but with the chiseled jawline of a killer, no beard, but wild black hair, the type of rock star look that would make any teenage girl’s womb swell up and drop on the ground.

He was insanely, incredibly handsome. More handsome than mere words can ever hope to describe, and Stacy felt a bit unwell staring at him for long, finally meeting a guy who…

Oh, my god! That’s it!

He was as handsome as she was pretty! A match made in heaven with the fire and flames of hell!

Then Stacy actually paid attention to the guy’s bulge and realized that, yep, she HAD to lay that dude. Get him pregnant. Rape him if she had to.

Jesus… almighty… fucking… lord…!

That guy had the most obscene bulge she had ever seen awkwardly concealed on any man’s pants. It was indecent and, frankly, the only thing that looked out of proportional in that hunk’s body – but it’s lack of proportionality was what made him so irresistible, and Stacy’s pussy was dripping, literally letting sizzling droplets of pussy cum drool and sizzle on the snowy ground as she unwittingly, even unconsciously approached him.

That beast was hung, hung, hung, hung. His flaccid penis was easily two-digits long. He might have been twelve inches long, a full foot while soft, and THICK as a motherfucker!

How big was he when erect? He’s probably the biggest ever, Stacy realized, and that’s why she approached him even without knowing she was moving, her limbs acting on their own accord – but so was every other woman in town.

Stacy snapped back to reality when she noticed a bunch of other girls – the sexiest and bustiest of her school – approaching the hunk, and as soon as he noticed them, he did what no other hunk did: he ran away.

And the girls ran after him. Screaming!

It was insane. Like a scene from a schlocky, comedy movie.

What… the fuck… was that guy??

Stacy was left to contemplate and wonder after the hunk was gone, and she found herself standing still in the middle of the street, completely still and frozen, staggered and discombobulated as the cars gently swerved around her.

No one dared to honk at Stacy, for even the trashiest men in town knew not to mess with the world’s hottest, wealthiest, and most politically well-connected woman (from her family’s connections).

It took Stacy many minutes to wake from her stupor and realize she had seen a ghost.

“What the fuck, girl…” She hummed to herself, shook her head, and went away.

These were the years when Stacy was starting to come to grips with her “curse”. That she would be forever alone, bored, and all that. Therefore, she thought that guy was merely an illusion.

I’m starting to daydream about the perfect man now that I know I’m never actually going to meet one!

She sighed, and then she carried on. He was just a ghost, after all. A mere mirage. A mere byproduct of her lustful imagination.

* * * * *

The next time Chad appeared in town, Stacy was frolicking about in the town’s great lake. It was autumn, and Stacy wanted to enjoy one of the last hot days of the year before the another one of the (usually brutal) winters of the province started.

She was enjoying herself in her lonesome by the lake’s shore when he appeared. It was something straight out of a romance book – or porn movie.

The place was surrounded by a thick, temperate forest, and out of the deep woods, he emerged. Shirtless.

Stacy had never seen a guy that tall.

Stacy had never seen a guy that muscular.

Stacy had never seen a guy that hung – at least, this is what his tremendous bulge indicated.

“What the fuck??”

Stacy was frozen, staggered when she saw him. She didn’t recognize him at first, and in fact, it took quite a while for even her bright mind to connect the dots and link that stud, that STALLION, to the same guy she had seen a year ago, more or less.

Chad was just… very different. All the same, but so, so different.

“Fuck…!” She muttered, and both her heart and pussy felt something new: strong palpitations and profuse wetting.

Stacy had never ever EVER felt anything like that for any other man. Not even for that Eastern European hung prince or whatever, whose name was now forgotten – erased by the very sight of that stupendous, unbelievable male by the shores of that lake.

Chad was six feet and eight inches now. She knew it. She deduced his height from a simple look. Even from that distance, Stacy’s sexual senses were primed to inspect any male who came her way and deem them “worthy” or not – the latter of which was almost always that case.

In record time, Stacy’s instincts judged that man worthy.

For the first time in her life, Stacy’s instincts screamed at her, telling her to BREED.

“Oh, my god!” Stacy’s heart was beginning to race when, at that distance, she spotted the muscled hunk leaving the woods, completely shirtless, and about to take off his pants to take a dip at the lake.

Stacy did not think. She ducked. She hid behind a tall boulder and spied on that man as she walked to the lake.

Huge. Hung. A bull!

Stacy had never see a man with that combination of looks, height, and muscles. She was knocked out of her senses a bit, for that encounter was like finding an angel or an alien in the wilds.

He was so, soooo handsome! His face shone with the angelic beauty of cherubs even at a great, great distance. The day was clear with some beautiful clouds in the skies, and the rays of the sun fell upon the earth like a bath of gold.

Next to him, that cascade of light gained even more golden contours, and space around the guy seemed to be distorted, as if reality or gravity themselves shifted wherever he walked, and all that a human brain knew, all that Stacy’s senses could make of him, was that he was HOT!

He was so so so so so SO FUCKING HOT OMG!!!

“Big. So big.”

Stacy couldn’t hide very well thanks to her enormous breasts, which set her apart from the boulder by a few feet. The sound of her tits was especially loud now that her milk streamed furiously at great speeds inside of them, her entire body heating up and priming her for fecundation.

The bitch was in heat. She was weeks out of her cycle, and already she was in heat. Stacy didn’t know it at the moment, but she was starting to burn scarlet hot! Her face was getting red! Intensely red like pepper, and a delicate sheet of steam was starting to rise from her body.

“God… god… what in the fuck…??!”

She licked her lips profusely, and thick, hot saliva fell upon her breasts, tits that were almost tearing through her scanty clothes, begging her to join that stud in the lake and…

“Breed. Breed. Breed. Breed.”

Yes. Stacy needed to breed.

Chad was as tall as she was, and immensely more muscular than the most muscular hunk she had ever dated.

He was built and large – and ripped! Yes, this was shocking: that guys was insanely ripped! Stacy had never seen that degree of leanness on a man so large. Usually, bulk and leanness went on opposite ways: a guy with too many muscles couldn’t be too shredded, and a guy who was very shredded couldn’t build too many muscles. Only professional bodybuilders could look like this, but only in a very narrow time window, and at great cost to their bodies.

Stacy always thought these bodybuilders were ugly. Chad, however… was an entirely different beast.

He was so tall, yet his body was perfectly proportioned and graceful. He was so muscular, like a bull on hind legs, yet his frame was statuesque, almost like he was a fitness, pretty boy model who’d been digitally enlarged while keeping all of his elegant proportions, like one of those Olympic gymnasts mashed with a world champion deadlifter.

Like… he was big.

Like… he was really fucking big!

Chad was so large that he seemed to move the entire world under him when he walked. That man was not moving on the Earth, but pushing the entire Earth under his feet.

Literally: when Stacy looked at him, her eyes were so locked on his tremendous, over-muscular torso that the whole space around him moved whereas Chad remained dead-center in her eyes.

Stacy’s breasts hardened. She began to feel her shirt being stretched and ripped by the erection of her bust. Her inner thighs began slippery, and her pussy began to ache. Her nipples weren’t ever very large, but now they felt like thumbs poking out of her shirt.

Her brain had been messed up by the view of that stud.

That wasn’t a man. That was a bull.

Stacy couldn’t focus. Her head hurt. Her eyes were melting. They were flowing down, down, down, building a puddle on her giant breasts, like two fat udders on a human chest, and then… bringing her sights down to his bulge.

…

…

Time froze.

Her heart stopped.

The heat between her legs build to a point that she almost – almost! – achieved an orgasm!

“What… the fuck…!”

Stacy dripped profusely now, and her pussy was so wet that, on any other woman, people would have mistaken her for having achieved several multiple orgasms in a row.

Stacy didn’t go over the edge, though. Not yet. Not yet. She hadn’t come… but, boy, did she get close!

“W-what in the actual fuck??!”

Stacy just couldn’t believe the size of that man. That animal. That beast!

His bulge was obscene new his crotch. He wore only sports shorts that went down to his knees. The bulge of his penis, then, was confined to the top of his legs, just under his crotch, and BY GOD, he looked like he had an absurd cancerous growth over there; a tumor that had grown out of control and had to be excised somehow…

… but none of it was as ugly as these words implied. In fact, this was the most erotic thing Stacy had ever seen on a man.

“What the fuck is the size of that dick??” Stacy said aloud, not realizing that her thoughts were escaping through her lips.

That man – that animal – was easily a foot long soft. He was probably two-feet-long soft, but Stacy couldn’t be sure.

The Eastern European prince, if she recalled it correctly (her mind had now been completely scrambled by the sight of that elusive hunk), was twelve, thirteen inches long when erect, and that stranger, that bull was easily longer than that. Could he be, perhaps, sixteen inches? Eighteen?

“Oh my godddd…”

Stacy openly and shamelessly slobbered over her titanic tits as she watched the formidable bulge jump and wobble and swing between the thick, muscular legs of that super man.

The way his glutes moved…

The way his ass rose, swelled, and hardened with each step…!

The sound his fat, soft cock made when jumping from leg to leg, painfully coiled around inside his loose shorts.

Loose? Well, those shorts would be loose on any other guy, but on that man…

Fuck. They were tight! Desperately tight! And, for once, Stacy felt pity of another guy as she watched far too much mass being compressed into too little space – the same thing she’d always felt for her own breasts and butt, but never even thought would be a problem for a guy, because… well, no other guy could be a GOD like she was a goddess!

“Holy… mother of… Jeeeesus…!!”

Staying as quiet as possible, Stacy pressed her colossal boobs against the stone, drawing lots of milk on her shirt, soaking herself with that thick, rich cream, and held her breath as she tried to get a good look at him – the very best look she could while remaining hidden.

Her heart was loud was thunder. Her heart or her pussy. Both, probably.

The man reached the lake. His right hand went to the massive bulge.

“Finally,” he spoke. “I get can some relief!”

The man stuck his fingers into the waistband of those shorts, ready to pull them down.

Stacy thought: “Oh, my god!!”

He heard her. He heard her, yes, because she didn’t think those words, but said them.  In fact, Stacy didn’t just say those words, but shouted them, and upon shouting them, the man located her immediately.

“Oh, come on!”

Stacy didn’t have time to react. Actually, she couldn’t react at all, as a lot was going on with her body. Like, the girl was DYING!

No. She didn’t have time to reach out to him when the hunk turned around and, trying his best to hide his bulge from her, like he was ashamed of it or anything, ran back into the woods like some mythic creature.

“N-no… please… stop…!” Stacy quivered, but not even she heard her words as they barely escaped her trembling, shivering lips. “STOP!!”

She eventually shouted, but by this point, the stranger was gone, and so was the unbelievable COCK he’d been about to reveal to her.

Most noteworthy of all, though, Stacy could still hear his cock as it bounced and jumped so aggressively between his thighs while the man ran away:

Bwoom-bwoom-boing-bwoom…!!

The sound of his flapping, swinging meat was much like the sound of Stacy’s megazilla tits whenever she jogged or just walked a little faster than usual.

“But… deeper!” She gulped, and indeed, the sound of that man’s bulging meat was much deeper, graver than the sound of Stacy’s jiggling tits.

It was as if even the sounds his body made displayed his virility. Like…

“THIS IS A MAN”, they screamed!

“Holy… fucking shit…”

Stacy stayed back there, by the lake, and for once in a very, VERY long while, she did something she never thought she would do again – not after she had gathered enough experience with men to grow completely disappointed and out of love with them: she fingered herself.

She fingered herself at the thought of another male!

Which was something she would keep doing for hours and hours to come, and then days and even more days later, and then weeks and months…!

She would keep fingering herself at the thought of that male, yes, until she realized she could NOT take the image of him out of her mind.

That man had been a ghost. A byproduct of her lustful, bored-rich-girl imagination – but none of it mattered.

That mirage of a man was hotter than any man Stacy had ever come across.

More than that: that mirage of a man was hotter than any man Stacy ever tried to IMAGINE! To fantasize with and create with her uber-endowed intellect!

That man was so perfect…

So big…

So hunky…

So…!!

“Godly!”

So god-like, yes, just like Stacy herself…

That Stacy was sure, for weeks on end, that he had been fake. A fluke.

Just that: a mirage, an illusion. The conjuring of the world’s sexiest ghost by a mind that was too bored, too needy, and too infected with LUST for her own good!

* * * * *

It was only a few weeks or months later, when Stacy was about to turn 18, that her mind suddenly connected all the pieces. “WAIT A MOMENT…!!!!”

(She reached this enlightenment, this eureka moment, by the way, after an explosive climax of her steamiest session of masturbation yet, thinking about that stud)

Out of nowhere, suddenly, Stacy’s mind gathered all the information that had been registered and passively hidden by her brain and put them all together like neatly-fitting pieces of a puzzle: that bull by the lake was the same guy she saw months (or a year, maybe) earlier, at the bus station who was the same guy she had seen years, years ago.

“HOLY S-!”

Stacy did not believe her own brain when it told her that, yes, these were all the same guy – a guy whom, mere years ago, was so unremarkable that she never gave him the time of the day.

“I CANNOT…!! H-HOLY SHIT…!!”

Stacy hyperventilated as her brain pushed the truth forward and smeared it on her face.

Regular face, she remembered…

Regular face

Shorter-than-average

Thin body. Rather frail

Not dumb, not smart

No interests in particular

Shy around girls. Not too creepy

Family not particularly rich (is here on aid)

This was all the description she had for that guy when she first saw him.

“I can’t…”

This is the only thing she bothered to think about him when she’d glanced at him, years and years ago, she didn’t even remember exactly when!

“It’s not possible. I just can’t be!”

This is all she had to say about that guy who, years ago, was so utterly different to the man he seemingly had become that she’d never made the connection between them… until now!

“Are you fucking kidding me??!”

Trembling and shivering, moaning and quivering, Stacy got up and went to the computer, hell-bent on finding out everything she could about that guy – a guy who’d spent so long being so unremarkable that, again, for Stacy and all of humankind, he was a mere ghost. A nobody. Nothing at all.

And now… he had become like a Stacy. He had become… EVERYTHING!

He surely was everything that Stacy could think about. Everything and the only thing.

With this recapitulation, Stacy retrieved the only piece of information that enabled her to look him up; to start her search and her quest for him.

It was the only piece of real, concrete evidence she had of him, overheard through careless whispers or something even more mundane. A roll call.

“Holy sh-!!!”

Yes, Stacy knew that man, for he studied on the same school as her. In fact…

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???!!!”

He studied in the same room as her – or had studied, actually, before he abandoned school.

“I can’t believe it I can’t believe it I can’t believe it holy fucking s”

Furiously typing names and lines of code on her laptop, Stacy began her search while (metaphorically) hitting herself in the head and cussing herself for having been so, so clueless.

Yes. Stacy remembered him. She remembered that he studied in the same school, in the same class as her. She had seen him before. She had seen him countless times – and never paid any attention to him.

Not only she had seen him, she had heard his name! On the roll calls. Every morning, when the teachers checked the attendance in class.

Chad

She remembered him. She knew his name.

“Chad… Chad… Chad… Chad…”

She remembered it from classroom roll calls and that one careless, random conversation she’d overheard years ago.

“Chad! Chad! Chad! CHAD!!”

Chad. That’s the stud’s name. How fitting.

“Chad, I will find you… and I will breed you!”

She spoke with the conviction of a male, and with both the detective and coding skills usually only found in the most autistic of males, she began her months-long investigation and search for that elusive male.

That elusive loser… who’d somehow turned into the world’s biggest hunk!!

Chapter 3: Son of a Steed

Chad hoped he’d never see his father again. If he did, he swore, he’d give him a good punch in the face – though Chad looked at himself in the mirror and realized this wouldn’t end well for himself.

His father was a beast. And he, Chad himself? Nothing but the runt of his enormous litter.

Chad wasn’t resentful. He was just a bit… down most of the time.

Daddy Chad had hundreds of children at this point. Not much time left to pay attention to any of them.

“Sorry, kid,” Chad remembered his father’s words. “But there’s a whole world out there I haven’t explored. Or fucked.”

Chad remembered his words, yes, and the chuckles that usually followed them. Deep chuckled, a grave laughter, like a hammer in the bosom of the earth.

Boom… Boom… Boom…

Chad’s father was a piece of a man. He was probably The Man, you know. The only man that mattered. The only man who has ever existed – everybody else being a woman in comparison.

“Damn you, dad…” Chad grumbled often, but didn’t rue his fate too much. He knew it was bad for the soul, and anyway, it was useless.

He wouldn’t grow any taller or stronger because of it. So he just… *whatever*.

He carried on with his life and hoped that something, someday would improve. That his fate would change and perhaps, just maybe, a little bit of his father’s genes would finally show up to him.

He carried on and enjoyed his life, which, in that tiny, bucolic town in the US mountains, was as pleasant as life could be.

* * * * *

Chad’s dad was a 6’8’’ stud with wild black hair and 300 to 400 pounds of muscle. Were not for his generous height, he would look too swole for his own good, like a bodybuilder always “on season.”

Chad’s dad was a hunk and a stud. Everywhere he went, he left a trail of pregnant bellies behind. It’d been like this since forever, as soon as the young stallion had hit puberty.

“Sorry, kid, but you will know my troubles when it happens to you,” his dad told him, and Chad ignored him, because…

“Maybe your good genes skipped this kid, dad,” Chad grumbled. “I’m nothing like you.”

The only thing Chad remembered was his father’s embrace, yes, and his caring playfulness with his hair, rubbing his huge fist on his head and making his hair even wilder and all messy.

“Trust me, kid. You’re probably gonna be the best of my litter,” his dad said, and then left it at that, jumping off to another city and another dozen of pregnant bellies.

Chad envied his dad’s ability to swoon any woman and impregnate on the same night. Actually, on the spot, most of the time – though “ability” might not have been the right word for it, as Chad’s dad did not put any effort into anything in his life, Lord of Slackers as he was, and instead his body, beauty, and bulge did all the work for him.

Women spotted him.

Women wetted themselves.

Women dripped for him.

Women fucked him. Or got fucked by him (whichever was his mood at the moment).

It was just that, all the time, on and on again.

Sure, Chad’s dad was unmistakably charismatic and smooth; probably the greatest sweet-talker and sincerely funniest dude alive, with a personality to match his body and looks, but even his personality rarely got the time to shine after women were almost completely, wholly entranced by his abnormal physique.

There were beautiful men, there were hot men, there were super hot men, and then there was Chad’ dad! Even Chad felt a little… weird around his groin when looking at pictures of his dad.

“Jesus, Dad…”

His junk got hard.

His dad was really fucking hot. Stupidly hot. The hottest man alive. So hot that, even if he had been, indeed, a complete psychopath, neither Chad nor anyone would ever really put any blame on him, or even just see any fault on the man.

He was just too hot. After a certain level of hotness, you see, one rises above all crime and flaw, and reality itself becomes the playground for his most depraved, degenerate whims.

Chad’s dad, though, was a real man. Good and wholesome and all that, if completely lazy and carefree. His biggest debauchery was going from town to town, picking up women, knocking up them, and leaving them behind to repeat the process.

“Men were made to breed,” he often said with the biggest, dumbest grim on his face and two or three ladies in his arms, themselves purring, giggling, and rubbing their swollen bellies. Beautiful, pregnant mommies whom he had blessed with his seed.

“You will know it when you get of age. You will know it – and then you’ll never stop!” He gloated, he laughed, and then he went on to fuck those ladies like they weren’t even pregnant, but instead in deep, urgent need of his seed.

Chad hated his father. And he envied him. He envied his capacity to just… look at a woman, and then, seconds later, have her in his arms rubbing the swollen, wet mound of her pussy in his outrageous bulge.

Chad knew the power his father held in his bulge. When looking at his own penis, he wondered if he’d would ever grow to match one-third of his old man.

“I guess I did skip those genes.”

Chad grumbled and carried on, and for years and years on end, long after most kids around his age had reached puberty, Chad remained unremarkable. Indeed, the ultimate symbol of unremarkability: so thoroughly average and uninteresting that, in the end, no one noticed him. No one ever bothered to notice him even when they stared straight at him.

Like a ghost. Or air, but completely unessential.

Chad did not exist – and he liked it this way. Well, he did not “like it”, but he’d made peace with it, and like his father, he was quite lazy and carefree. A typical slacker, though with none of the good mood and good humor often associated with these types in 80s American movies.

Chad was just there, and he learned to live with this. He enjoyed nature and the seclusion, the isolation of that small town where his father paid for his education.

Chad had chosen that place. It was nice. It was quaint. It was uneventful, and he figured that, as an added bonus, his father would rarely come by and leave a trail of knocked up beauties to either embarrass or harass him (Chad did not enjoy female company that much).

One of the country’s top schools was there. Secluded place for rich kids and all that.

His father paid for it, kissed his son goodbye, and that was it.

Chad’s dad was also rich, but that’s a matter for another topic, maybe another story. It doesn’t really matter, does it? A man with his size, beauty, and attributes would come about money no matter what. Women spoiled him, and his sexual playfulness often involved a lot of wealth:

“You pay me ten grand for every minute of orgasms I give you.” He set a stopwatch. “Go.”

At the end of the night, he came out $10 million richer. He was just that kind of man.

Even though he had hundreds of kids at this point, they were all well-off and without want or need, and not even Chad, the runt of the litter, went unspoiled or unprotected.

“Whatever you need, kid, I’ll be there for you. In spirit or wallet, if not money.”

His dad laughed and laughed and laughed, and Chad learned to laugh as well – and that was that. Chad carried on with his quaint, unremarkable routine, and tried figuring out what to do with his life after boys started hitting their puberty (and hitting endless pussy with it) left and right around him.

Ten years. Twelve. Thirteen. The oldest friend he knew reached his puberty at fourteen, and Chad remained what he was: a clumsy, awkward little pale stick. Not even height had blessed him, having him remain five-feet-something where everyone around him sprouted way past six feet.

“Goddamn it, dad,” Chad grumbled and carried on.

He carried on and on until 16. That’s when puberty hit him. That’s when puberty crashed upon him like a meteor extinguishing the dinosaurs.

“Oh. Oh, no!”

He lived his quaint little life until he was 16… and after that, life did an 180 on him, and if he wasn’t once dying of cold, now he would be dying of heat.

Chad hit 16 – and everything changed for the best and for the worst all at once.

* * * * *

Chad’s dad’s genetics hit him like a freight train carrying a hydrogen bomb. He had no chance against it, and neither had the girls in his quaint little mountain town.

One day, all of a sudden, Chad noticed all his clothes getting really, really tight around him, and he feared that, on top of his usual malaise, he was now putting on weight, but… well, he was, but it was only the best kind of weight.

Muscles. The boy was building muscles on top of muscles like a bodybuilder hooked on horse steroids. The thing was, Chad was lazy, and the most physical activity he did was walking, so to wake up one day and see himself way taller and more muscular was certain a whiplash, and nearly nearly the hardest or strongest whiplash he’d experience in those next two years.

Chad was actually scared by how fast he was growing. It wasn’t even, like, “growth”, but more like… mutation.

“Did a nuclear plant just blow up and messed up my genes with radiation?” Chad wondered, seeing his bone structure change to give him an aggressive, diamond-cutting jawline, his skin smooth and shine, his shoulders widen, his biceps bulge…

His body changed literally everyday. At the peak of this transformation, Chad was growing a centimeter taller every day. A full inch every three or four days.

“Holy mother…!”

Chad’s puberty had finally arrived, and his father’s words had turned prescient: he was, indeed, becoming the best of his litter as he put on muscle mass like a bull – and grew his appetite just like on, eating like a bodybuilder in a quest to become world champion.

Chad’s transformation didn’t make him into a hunk overnight, but it was quite close to it. One month after he’d first noticed his clothes getting tight, Chad also noticed more and more people noticing him back, and after two or three months, Chad didn’t just notice this greater awareness, but started to get really inconvenienced by it. And scared.

Girls started attacking him. Well, not “attacking him”, not really… not at first, at least, but Chad wasn’t so dense as not to notice how weird it felt to be approached by a smoke show one day, then two incredibly hot babes the next day, and then, when he least suspected, to be followed around by packs of tall, beautiful women with large, jiggling tits, long legs, and thick wet thighs rubbing and dripping for him, leaving long wet trails on the sidewalks as they followed him.

Before Chad was even 17, situation got a bit too overwhelming for him, so he just left.

Yep. He just dropped out of school and skipped town for no other reason that… well, he had to figure things out on his own.

Chad warned nobody and made send no official notice to school or anything. He just up and left – another trait of his father becoming more prominent on him. The boy just did not care, and he wouldn’t bother to care until he had grown to be used with that newfound body of his.

But the changes just kept coming! Chad sprouted from 5’6’’ to 6’ in a few months, then 6’3’’ in two more months, then 6’3’’ to 6’5’’ then 6’8’’…

Before he was even “of age”, the young stud had already matched his father in height – and whenever checking himself out in the mirror, butt naked, he was pretty sure he hadn’t sure reached his father in manhood, but easily surpassed him.

“I give myself this,” Chad purred, looking at himself in the mirror with an ever wider, cockier grin. “There’s no way on Earth any man can be larger than me!”

Chad tried his way on women on the big city. Supermodels approached him, blushing and quivering before him. No one cared he was underage. With one look at him, no one would ever believe he was under eighteen anyway.

Chad tried getting used to women just like he was trying to get used to his body – but he kind of failed. Women were either too nervous around him, or he was still too awkward around their beauty (again: Chad could not pull anything less than supermodel-level babes even he tried!), or worse yet, no woman really fit him.

Chad tried having sex and discovered that he was, really, far too big!

But because we’re talking about the sexual lives of (technically) an underage kid, this is as much as we can go without getting banned. Suffice to say, Chad disappeared from his quaint little town for months, trying to get the grips on the aggressive, brutal changes within him, and he only returned to it a little later, after finally finding and meeting with his father again.

* * * * *

Chad and his dad met. It was a happy reunion.

No punches were traded. In fact, only the tightest of hugs and warmest of kisses were given, and Chad would never forget the pride he felt in seeing the shock and surprise on his father’s face; a lot of pride on the old man’s face too, naturally, but a bit of confusion, even jealousy as well.

“Damn it, kid! I knew you were going to grow… but I didn’t know you were going to grow like this! And get so big!”

Chad and dad talked about everything, and his father was utterly floored when he realized that 1) Chad was still around 17, and 2) that his growth had really only started at all a few months prior.

“Jesus! I guess my genes have a strange way of working sometimes, huh?” He laughed, and for once, Chad laughed along with his dad – they laughed together as equals. “So, kiddo, how’s it going? Fathered many children yet?”

Chad wasn’t put off by the question. Sure he wasn’t. He knew his dad. Anyone who had even the most passing of looks at the man knew that such a stud had only one purpose in life – to breed! – and anything other than leaving messy harems in his way would be unnatural and unexpected from him, completely out of whack with the laws of nature with a man so large and hung.

Just as unnatural and unexpected, for instance, as it was for Chad’s dad to learn that his son was still a virgin. Technically. “What’s the problem, son? Did the years of loneliness mess you up in the head somehow?”

Not in the head. Well, not in the head above his hips.

Chad revealed to his dad that no woman really fit him, which was a problem that his father could relate with, but then… Chad revealed to his father the true scale of his issue, and his father was, once again, floored by what he saw, and this time, the jealousy was much, much harder to hide.

…

Chad was right. He’d become much, much bigger than his dad.

“Kiddo… I guess I messed you up real good.” His father whistled, unable to take his eyes out of that monument of a man- “I think my genes worked just a little too good on ya. I don’t really know what to say.” He whistled again, raising his eyebrows like they wanted to take flight. “This is just impressive!”

Talk went, talk came. Chatting and chatting for a long, long time.

Again, I can’t be explicit about this. Father and son, you see, and Chad was still underage.

Doesn’t matter. All that mattered was one little question from his dad: “Don’t you know any woman, son, who can possibly match this manhood I gave you?”

This question shone a light on Chad’s mind immediately. Light bulb lighting up.

Chad look down, staring at the mountain of muscles that his torso had become, and uttered simply: “Stacy.”

He looked up, back at his father’s eyes, and uttered that name that seemed to change the very air and weather around them:

“There’s Stacy.”

* * * * *

Chad knew Stacy, sure. He’d always had.

There was not a male in town – and soon, not an Alpha male in the world – who did not know Stacy, but Chad was too “realistic” to waste time on her.

Stacy was a goddess. She was unreal in how beautiful and bountiful she was, and in how pornographic her body looked; how over-the-top her features were, and for the longest time, Chad didn’t bothered even looking at her, as this would only cause him lots of fruitless anxiety and an immediate, shameful hard-on that wouldn’t go down for hours.

Stacy was way above his league. Frankly, she was way above any man’s league, and throughout all his teenage years, Chad ignored Stacy as best as he could and tried to live his life in quiet, peace, and solitude.

Same old, same old.

When puberty hit him like a nuclear fusion creating a new star, Chad didn’t even think about Stacy at all, as he was both too confused by those changes and overwhelmed by the sudden, aggressive female attention they were garnering him. Also, Stacy was out of town (as she usually was), banging some hot prince in Europe or whatever.

Chad only really remembered Stacy after that talk with his dad, which prompted him to try and go back to his town a third time.

Yes, a third time, because Chad had visited his town again at least twice before this.

The first time, he didn’t get past the bus station. Women attacked him, literally ran screaming after him, and Chad was overwhelmed again and went back to the city to sharpen his social skills and whatever.

The second time, though, was the most intriguing. Chad was homesick and really yearning for a long, lonesome walk in the woods. His house (more like a cabin, really), which his dad had bought him, sat close to the great lake near the town, one that froze every winter and became so beautiful in the warmer seasons.

For no other reason than longing and nostalgia, Chad returned to his town – this time in secret and trying to avoid as many women as possible.

He lounged by the woods. It was an even more pleasant walk than usual, as his greater muscles and bigger body gave him the strength to survive any predator.

His heart beat warmly, and his face, whether he liked to admit it or not, always beamed with pride, for Chad knew that he was now the top Alpha predator in that place, as well as in any place he chose to be!

It was good. It was great, actually: to be a god! To be a god just like Stacy was!

Remarkably, though, Chad didn’t think about Stacy that evening, as he was too much of a “nature nerd” to think about anything but his own enjoyment of the woods in that moment.

He walked and walked and walked, and if he thought about girls at all, it was only in the sense that he was glad there weren’t any nearby, and that finally, for once, he could enjoy that greatest of luxuries from his days of “smallness” and utter unremarkability: solitude.

Of course, Chad could never be really alone with the several-pound-heavy manhood bulged aggressively through his pants. Even in those cold, high-altitude woodlands, Chad had to take off his shirt to let his over-muscular body steam!

He was hot. Like, literally. He was always, always hot, and the frightening pace of his growth meant that his skin burned at a fever pitch. The man was growing into the size of a bull in a matter of months, and this meant he both consumed and produce an energy load that should have been impossible in any regular human!

It didn’t take long for Chad to want to take a dip on the lake, and maybe relieve himself, as he now often did, from the load he was forced to carry between his legs – the burden not just of his growing manhood, but also the literal, ludicrous loads that made it a veritable breeding machine.

Chad was still 17, though, so I must withhold my tongue, again, lest the FBI comes knocking down my door or anything.

Chad went to the lake. Everything was quite was nice and peaceful and… eh.

Chad prepared to undress. Then, he heard a gasp, a moan, and he realized that, somehow, somebody had tracked him through those woods and was now spying on him.

“Oh, come on!” The giant stallion didn’t even that person – that woman! – another look before turning around and running back to the woods.

He’d caught only the briefest of glances at her, and she was hidden behind a huge boulder about a hundred feet away, so he didn’t see much of her… though the little he saw was enough for any human to identify her, because it was impossible to mistake her for anyone else.

STACY!

Chad shouted, finally connecting the dots many, many months later.

* * * * *

“Stacy!!” Chad shouted, startling his dad with the power of his voice and the depth of it, like a bull! A bull charging at another bull!

“Whoa, hol’ up there, son!” For once, even his dad – a superman! – got defensive. “Yeah, I heard you, alright. There’s this Stacy lassie in your town, right? Well, how is she?”

“No, I mean… dad… Stacy…” Chad struggled to gather his nerves and recollect himself. “I’ve seen her. Fuck, that was her! In the lake. Last time I went there.”

“I don’t think I follow, son.”

He explained to his father everything that happened, and after a couple of beers and a few laughs more, his father goaded him with the obvious solution:

“Well there, son, I think you’ve got your answer now. This bitch want your s-”

“Father, please.”

“Oh, sorry, sorry.” He laughed. “This lady wants your seed. Go give it to her. I’d usually say something like ‘It’s okay, kid, you’ve got dibs on her. I’ll let you take her just this once over your old man,’ but…”

He chuckled and chuckled.

“I gotta admit, I don’t think ‘dibs’ or ‘no dibs’ matter anymore. You’re one piece of hunk, I’ll tell you as much, as if this lady, this Stacy gal was made to choose between you and me…”

He clicked his tongue, looked away from the kid as if wanting to avoid him, and then, with a sigh, confessed:

“I think she’d pick you any time. Every time.” He clicked his tongue again. “Son, you’re barely 18 yet, and you’ve already got me beat. You already surpassed me, son, and… damn! I can’t help to be proud, kid. Proud of both you and me.”

“You’re always proud of yourself, dad.”

“I can’t be blamed, can’t I? I’m a stud. A real stud. Of all men on this Earth, only I can be called that: a bull, a stud. Straight up a breeding animal!”

Chuckles, chuckles, chuckles.

“And my seed has studded a handsome fellow like you. A superior stud. Bigger and stronger and manlier in every manner and way imaginable. I’m proud, yes. Proud as fuck that a piece of man like you has come out of my sack.”

“And mother’s womb.”

“Sure, sure. Your mother was a real killer. Hottest fucking woman I ever f-”

And so it went on, their talk, and there was nothing left for Chad to do but go back and mark Stacy with his manhood. Take her as his property.

“Anything you’re afraid of?”

“I guess… I’m inexperienced.”

“You gotta get experience somehow.”

“Still…”

“Just go, son,” his father tapped him on his back. “Just go and let nature do its trick. Trust me: no matter how awkwardly you act, she’ll get you. She’ll kneel for you, son, ‘cause this is simply the kind of man you are now.”

He laughed and laughed and…

“You’re my offspring, kid, and there’s no lady who turn her back – or closer her legs – to us.”

Chad remained somber.

“You haven’t seen her, dad.” He gulped. “If there is such a woman, one who can say ‘no’ to us, it’s definitely her.” He gulped. “You haven’t seen her. You haven’t seen… Stacy!”

They talked a bit some more, and it took Chad a few more months, in fact, to gather both the strength, courage, and experience to go back to his town.

* * * * *

Go back to it, though, he did. As soon as he turned 18.

He wasn’t waiting for his birthday or anything. It’s just that, when the day came, he also realized that…

“It’s time.”

Like an alarm clock going off in his head. His birthday served as a reminder that he should go back to his town and… well… shoot his shot at Stacy, if nothing else.

I wonder if she’s eighteen too, he pondered, rather quaintly, as he was driven in his private cab to some secluded place in the outskirts of town.

He didn’t want to be seen again like the first time he tried coming back. On the bus station. When he was almost attacked by that ravenous pack of pretty ladies.

Nah. He didn’t want to cause a stir.

I wonder if she’s legal, he mused. I need to ask her, at least. I’m eighteen now. I don’t think it would be legal to fuck her even if she were 17, right? Right?

His heart pounded a little harder than usual.

Truth be told, he was just nervous. A bit shy and anxious for doing something that, holy shit, would be unthinkable just two years ago. Hell, even just a few months ago, when he still thought that his looks were far beneath Stacy’s!

I’m going to ask the hottest woman on the planet out!

Nope. That wasn’t it.

I’m going to date the hottest woman on the planet!

Nope, you dope ass. Still not it.

I’m going to… I’m going to…

He shivered a bit as he struggled with the realization, still coming to grips with who he was and whom he had become!

I’m going to… I’m going to…

The driver, too, shook a lot as he took the boy through the woods. Holy shit, this is the hottest man I’ve ever seen!!, he thought, and unbeknownst to Chad, his cock was hard as wood.

“W-we’re here, uh, sir!”

They stopped, and Chad was taken out of his head for once. “Thanks.”

“Are you sure you wanna get off here?” The man asked, and the question didn’t come out like this, so simple and straight, but instead, he stammered a lot, and this was the first time that Chad noticed that the man was hard and hot for him.

“Yep, pretty much. Thank you, sir.”

Chad wasn’t weirded out by this in the slightest. He had gotten used to it, to be honest. Everyone, man or woman, died with lust for him. The ladies dripped and made a mess on the ground when they saw him. The men became erect and often made a mess in their pants as well.

Chad had grown to appreciate this, take pleasure on it.

Hell, yeah, bitches! He grinned softly to himself, working on his cockiness and braggadocio. I am the god here!

He left the car with his bags and walked into the woods.

Chad reminisced about his life and sorted out his insecurities with regards to Stacy on his way to his little house (he called it ‘cabin’, though it was quite bigger than a mere cabin) his dad bought him there.

I’m going to… I’m going to…

Hunky as he had become, having received the highest praises from his dad – the largest man he knew! – Chad still struggled with his confidence when Stacy was involved.

They had never spoken to each other. They had never even met!

His years of solitude and insignificance had yielded him a few good traits, like his preference for staying alone, spending time on his own, his resourcefulness, and his love for nature, peace, and quiet.

These innate traits and acquired “social resistances” allowed him to stay away from larger society and not cause too much of a fuss with his sexuality.

As an aside, he’d been right about another little thing: it was, indeed, impossible for men like him to ever be poor. Ladies came up to him and straight up offered him cash for sex. Whenever he refused, many of them just took out lump sums of thousands of dollars from their purses, stick them on his pockets, and drove themselves to little orgasms at the mere touch of that man’s muscles. “Take it, stud!” They told him while quivering with multiple little Os. “Handsome beast like you must need all the money to eat… live large… and all.”

Women straight up became retarded around him. I wonder how Stacy will react to me.

He saw his cabin in the distance. Something was amiss. Something was… different. This smell…

The stud smelled something in the air. Pussy.

He sniffed the air and his muscles bulged. The fabric of his shirt was stretched around his physique.

He walked faster. The bulge on his jeans swelled up into something obscene.

Pussy. He smelled pussy. In his cabin.

He’d grown used to the smell of pussy and breast milk. Every woman he met saw her breasts grow large and lactate spontaneously for him. Their vulva engorged, and from there on, there was only the dripping, the gushing, the sliding of pussy cum along their long, well-toned legs.

Yes. The stud knew the smell of women like the back of his own hand, but this smell… was different than usual.

What the fuck…?

He smelled pussy and milk from his cabin. Hah. Somebody had discovered his spot. Somebody had moved in and, knowing who the owner might be, waited for him to come back – or just enjoyed themselves with his own smell smeared all over the cabin.

This would have been a wild overstretch of logic and imagination to anyone else, but for Chad, it was just logical.

Some bitch must have smelled my scent there. I can’t help it, I guess.

“Bitch.” Heh. He was starting to think just like his father!

This was good. It gave him enough ammunition to deal with a woman – a bitch – of Stacy’s caliber.

His junk throbbed loudly, guiding him through the woods like a magnet to the metal.

Well, that’s awkward. I guess I can have a little snack before I shoot my shot with Stacy, eh?

The giant bull gulped, and himself a little dumber than usual, kept walking, trotting, then running toward his humble cabin in the woods.

That smell was a little different. That smell wasn’t the smell of regular pussy or milk. As he approached the cabin, the smell became more aggressive until it hijacked his senses and almost made him lose is damn mind.

“I’m going to FUCK Stacy!”

The words came out of his lips naturally, completing the thought he’d been struggling with from hours ago.

Yes. Yes: he was going to fuck Stacy.

Not date her. Not romance her. Not ask her out.

Fuck her. Fuck her.

Fuck. Fuck. BREED.

He stopped by the front door and almost shed a tear from the intensity of that smell. It was so thick he could almost see it, like a color gas in the air.

“Holy shit, what the fuck is this pussy?”

He sniffed the air again and again, and his penis throbbed loudly with each sniff, like a beat on a drum, and its bulge was so big that it knocked on the door… and pushed it in!

Creeeeak…!!

The door swung in, opened by Chad’s cock bulge. It didn’t swing all the way in, of course, but only enough for him to see a slice of his living room, half-dark, but cleaned and lived-in.

“It’s open?” The giant 18yo stallion took a step back, preparing for the worse. “Never mind. No crazy chick will distract. No petty thief would stop me.” He took a deep breath and prepared to go in. “I’m going to fuck Stacy!” He hyped himself up. It was a little sad that a man like him even needed that, but whatever, he did it anyway: “I’m going to fuck Stacy! I am going to fuck Stacy!”

And then, loud as thunder, he roared:

“I am going to FUCK Stacy, damn it!”

Chad pushed the rest of the door in.

Someone was there. Standing by another door to another room.

Eyes wide as a deer in the headlights. And beautiful. Vivid blue eyes as large as an anime girl’s.

And tits. The most massive tits a woman could have. Borderline cow udders slapped onto the narrow, minuscule torso of a supermodel.

Tits. And legs. And ass…

Holy shit, that ass…!!!

Chad froze where he stood.

The other woman remained frozen as well.

The two lovers frozen and wide-eyed like a couple of imbeciles.

“C-C-Chad?” The woman asked, and hers was the most beautiful voice Chad had ever heard; the most beautiful voice that could be heard, period.

Chad’s deep black eyes went wide, wide, wide… and then almost popped from his skull when he gasped, shocked and surprised, with the word booming from his thick neck like thunder:

“Stacy?!!”

Stacy was there, just as she had been for months, waiting for him.

Chapter 4: The Goddess of All Women

Stacy locked her room and got to bed. She didn’t even care about arranging a birthday party. Nay. Her eighteenth-year celebration would be the same as it’s been for the past few months:

“Sex!”

On her phone, there was the picture of a man. The sexiest man alive.

“Chad!”

It wasn’t Chad, but his dad, but Stacy didn’t know that. She wasn’t really sure, that is, and the months of search had proven fruitless.

She couldn’t know whether it was Chad or his dad or whatever, but she knew only one thing – the only thing that mattered:

“Fuck… what a beast!”

That was the biggest man she had ever seen. His muscles, his height, his bulge…!

The moment she first laid eyes on that piece of meat, her pussy swelled and wetted like never before. Her ovaries throbbed and fattened, and she felt her womb literally enlarging and pushing itself against her skin, bulging under her tummy.

“God… my god… I need to cum!”

Thus, with the picture of that man, that animal, that beast in her phone, Stacy got to bed and got to work!

Again. For the 30th time that month. Or that week.

She didn’t know. She couldn’t count. She had lost track of time, probably even space.

The excess of orgasms was ...