Bodacious Bull Weight Novels & Stories

“You oughta be getting this on tape.” Eventually the huge bull, an ugly two-toned yellowish white with splotches of brown, calmed down. Chase secured his hand, nodded to Colby. Once again, Chase didn’t reach the eight-second mark before his ass met the dirt. A less forceful buck off than the last one, but the power when his body impacted into the ground had to rattle his bones and jostle his brain.

The lady looked at the bald man in horror and rushed away. “Ha… ha…ha…” The other two laughed. The lady ran over to one of the men on the wrestling table who looked like hulk and weighed at least 120 kgs “Darling, those men…. That ugly wants to….” She covered her bosom and looked provocatively at the hulk. “He’ll have to pass me if he wants my milk booth” The hulk laughed lewdly. “Naughty…naughty” She tapped on his nose as she wagged her finger. He walked towards her like a puppy.

May her soul rest in absolute peace. "Okay, now your last training session is a dual." I will be choosing, so just stay and watch. "Tim and Madden should come out first" master colt said, and I remember Tim's words yesterday. He said he was suspicious of Madden being a vampire or working for them. If he ends up wounding Madden, and he is one of the vampires at the sight of blood, he will expose himself or if he is thoroughly a vampire then, his wound will show darkly instead of red.

“No! General..” A massive explosion occurred within the bull general’s base, causing its complete destruction along with the disappearance of the weak demonic forces. The bull general and his right-hand man only realized that their base had been infiltrated by others. The screams from his troops made the bull general furious as he glared at the ten people in front of him. He never expected that while fighting them, someone would dare to infiltrate his base. The pain of hearing the screams of his subordinates made the bull general's blood boil, and he attacked wildly. His right-hand man had also transformed into his true form, a giant with two sharp teeth and four arms on his body. BOOMMMM

Still glaring, still furious. My eyes were drawn to the center of the room, to the great white bull that stood in front of the dais. It took up a large portion of the room, and towered over me. Its beady eyes were dark and full of intelligence. The horns on its head looked even more deadly in person, curved and sharpened to shimmering points. With hooves nearly as big as my head, it stood watching me, assessing me. It wasn’t so big that I had to crane my neck up to look into its eyes, but it was larger than your average bull.

It also stated that vigor wielders must have a punch weight of over 550 pounds to clear the test, and the bar was 1,100 pounds for Birthright-ranked elites. While Ascendant-ranked elites were rare, they just had to do around 2,200 pounds. "The boxing machines are custom made," the Zamri Martial Alliance branch manager said proudly when he saw Frank studying the machines that stood over a dozen meters tall. "Each can withstand over 440,000 pounds of force. You can test it if you're interested." "Sure," Frank said, clearly staring at the towering machines with interest. Many other participants were already taking part when they arrived, with long queues stretching on for each machine.

"Okay, Nii-chan, I can tell that you're quite professional at this. Let me check the weight." The boss put the tuna on the scale and said, "Total is 1775 grams, I will make it 1,5 kg since I can see that you're going to come often." It might be his instinct as a boss of a fish shop that he could tell that little brother in front of him could make this fish into something very delicious and of course, he wanted to taste it which was why he was going to give him a discount.

A walking bull? Just as Sue White had said, it was a walking bull! However, the bull's whole body was dark red, and the muscles on its body were full of explosive power. It was tall and almost as tall as a floor. Although this bull looked strong, it gave people a feeling that it was not very smart. Its eyes were wide open, full of confusion and ignorance. As the neck twisted, the big head slowly tilted to the left, and then slowly turned to the right. Even when it saw Caspian and the others, it didn't care about them.

We were surrounded by shapeshifters, and a strange creature with the head of a bull was giving orders to them. The bull-headed shapeshifter was massive, towering over us all at a height of at least 8 feet. Its body was covered in thick, scaly skin, and its limbs were muscular and powerful, like those of a bull. Its head, however, was the most terrifying aspect. It had two large horns protruding from its forehead, and its eyes glowed with a sickly yellow hue, making it seem like it was possessed by some malevolent force.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.