Felix Hand Size Novels & Stories

"The hand marked by the officials. I'll just look at something for a moment." He was still hesitant about what to do and wondered at what I was saying. He stared at his older brother as if asking what could be done. Felix nodded at him causing him to slowly raise his left hand. When I touched his soft hand the red line immediately registered. Draw the letter 's' in the middle of his palm. I immediately felt the heat and immediately released it. "W -why? What happened?" he asked in shocked. I was amazed when I looked at them, they are both strong. They are both s-rank hunter!

He manages to hold them all! Four adults on his right arm and three on his left. All the children he held in his hands. Which I notice has one too many fingers than normal. He has... 1, 2, 3... seven fingers on each hand! I look down. And he also has seven toes on each foot! I was weirdly amazed and creeped-out by this. But I guess someone of his size needs extra digits, right? After a while, I hear him grunt, agitatedly. "Stop, EL!" I look up to see him frowning, embarrassed. And I catch Grammy casually rubbing her foot against his dick through the robe!

Her face remained composed, but I caught the faintest glimmer of amusement in her eyes. Felix stretched out his tiny hands toward her, and with a slight bow, Martha retrieved a small notepad and pen from the maid behind her, placing them in Felix’s waiting hands. He quickly began to scribble something, his expression serious and focused. When he was done, Felix proudly turned the note around for me to see, and my eyes widened in disbelief. There was no way a five-year-old wrote this! The handwriting was neat and clear, the kind you’d expect from a meticulous adult rather than a child.

“Your cock sir.” “Describe it.” He instructed. “In detail.” She gulped but complied. “Well it’s definitely the biggest I’ve ever seen. It looks veiny but painful. It feels so fucking warm. I like how it’s throbbing. But Mr. Callahan, I don’t think it’s going to fit.” Felix chuckled lightly. “Oh it can. It must.”

They began to regard Zayn with furious, jealous, and even markedly hateful, eyes. One of them—a square-jawed man—leveled Zayn with eyes brimming with animosity and asked Shaelyn, “Who’s this?” While he did not bear any towering stature, as he was only 1.75 meter tall, he had very long arms. If he stretched them outward, the total length from the tip of his one hand to his other would measure close to 190 meters. It was the sort of physique that was both very advantageous in combat and close to Zayn’s own measurements.