Guys With Huge Bulges Novels & Stories

“Without wasting much time, let me introduce you to our fighters!” As if on cue, the spotlight traveled to one end of the arena and illuminated the figure of a burly man with the physique of a Greek god. This man was about seven inches tall - the size of a giant - with arms that were as large as a an actual human! His legs were like pillars, adhering him firmly to the ground below. The power contained in them was enough to destroy a wall! Unlike his remarkable physique features, this man’s facial features were barely average. If one had to pick out something that stood out about his face, it was his abnormally long beard that extended to his chest.

Their voices carried, dripping with a nasty sarcasm that made my stomach clench. “…did you see the new girl? The one who almost knocked Jude down?” one of them said. "She's huge!" one of guys said. “Jude, man, she’s got like, two watermelons strapped to her chest,” another one added, and the group erupted in laughter again. "Her thighs are bigger than mine." one of them said.

Like I always say, he could have been a very attractive man if he wasn't such a jerk and so annoying. With his long arms and muscular biceps, his broad chest, washboard abs, and strong, seemingly sturdy physique, he could certainly protect his girl from bad guys trying to harm her. Then, all of a sudden, I was tempted to stare at his V-cut muscular lower abdomen and the significant bulge between his legs. I gasped when I saw that part of his maleness, still covered by his jeans. Goodness! He had such a significant bulge even when he wasn't aroused; what more if...

But I'm sure if all of them rebelled against him they could win. I moved my head slightly to the side peeking out to see that the men were using the different equipment, men were pulling weights that look pled as if they weighed double the amount of the people lifting them. What were these guys made of? Some steel or robotic material? One of the men closest to me caught my eye, he was one of the larger men in the room. He was on the ground doing push ups, he had vein doing them for a few minutes now and it didn't seem like it affected him, there was no sweat building up or nothing.

“Can that happen?” With a grin, Halona nods. “Yep. That's why you got to eat your fruits and veggies.” Baylor guffaws, before he finishes introducing the other four giants. A young, skinny guy whose arms look like broom handles they are so thin. “Billyam.” An older version of the skinny giant, but with more meat on his bones. “His brother, Gullivan.” He points to a woman, with short hair and a masculine face. “Janse.” The lady giant smiles and waves, making Waverly smile. Lastly, he points to the shortest of the group, a chubby guy that stands about nine or so feet tall. “At last but not least, my little brother, Hymere.”

The water was scalding as it ran down my skin, but it still wasn’t enough to wash away the mortifying memory of what just happened. Creed had a boner. A very, very big boner. And it was my fault. Fuck. My fingers dug into my scalp as I scrubbed at my hair, trying to erase the image burned into my brain. The thick outline pressing against his sweatpants. The sheer size of it. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fucking fair. I clenched my jaw, leaning forward to press my forehead against the cold tiles. Why did he have to be that big? What was he feeding that thing? Steroids? Black magic? It was almost the length of an arm—who the fuck walks around packing something like that in grey sweatpants?!

At least twelve inches, maybe thirteen, and Sarah was taking it down her throat like she'd been trained for it. And the other three....Marcus, Darius, and Andre....stood around them, their cocks out, equally massive, equally intimidating, stroking themselves while watching. Mark's mind reeled. Those weren't normal. Those were... monstrous. Freakish. Impossible. His own five inches felt microscopic in comparison. "That's it," Tyrone growled, never noticing Mark in the doorway. "Take that dick. All of it. Every fucking inch."

Two guys walk out, and the air changes instantly. They look like they stepped straight out of an action movie, broad shoulders stretching their black shirts, arms thick with muscle. Not flashy. Not loud. Just massive in a way that makes my instincts pay attention. I have fought some tough people in my life. Men who thought size alone made them dangerous. Standing here, I realize those fights were warm-ups. These guys are something else. “I didn’t sign up for any of this,” I say, stepping closer to Alexei. “I am not here to be part of your cult or whatever this is.”

She turned her phone to me. The photo was a grotesque representation of a huge man. A huge beer belly was hidden under a white tank top. His face was hidden, thank god. But something else was not. Looking down at the photo, I saw this despicable man standing in his gray boxer shorts. Which were hugging tightly around a massive bulge. It was surreal. The head threatened to poke out down against the inside of his thigh. And the obvious girth was as monstrous as the rest of the photo.

Faye’s heart skipped a beat. Six large men walked out of the crowd led by a man with the pudgiest face she had ever seen, a big frame, and a very prominent beer belly. He looked to be about 200 pounds. His friends sported very similar physical attributes too, and all of them possessed large swathes of tattoos.