Guys With Huge Bulges Novels & Stories

"Excuse me, Miss. Can we buy you a drink?" Suddenly, two guys appeared in front of me. One was named John, the other Smith. Both were dressed in expensive-looking clothes, with the most noticeable thing being that neither had buttoned the last two buttons of their shirts. Their well-defined chests were almost about to burst out of their shirts, and from the gap between the buttons, I could even see the outline of their impressive abs. Wow, I knew some people had natural advantages when it came to physique, but I didn't expect them to be this well-built.

Holy fücking shït. I saw him shirtless the other day at the river, but fück. He looks massive today, much more than he was the last time we had sëx, that’s for sure. He's the size of a whole house now. His muscles are bulging and, am I crazy or does his dïck look bigger than before? Is that a good or bad thing? And… will I be able to survive it?

She was curious about the whereabouts of her former comrades in arms. “Hmm... she’s... a little round,” said Altha, which added to the curiosity of her friends. “You mean she got fat?” Altha looked at Amber while shaking her head. “No, but there’s something odd about her stomach. Is it possible for a person to have a bulging stomach in less than two months? And it feels hard like pregnant women when we hug,” explained Altha slightly raising her voice. Cece was about to deny that such a thing was possible, but suddenly all the women fell silent with wide eyes, looking straight at the entrance, except for Altha who had her back turned and didn’t know anything.

Its ferocious and scary face frightened people away. The fellows of the caravan were all burly men, who were two or three heads taller than the common people and had bulging muscles and steady footsteps. Their Qi cultivation was not high, but they seemed to be full of strength. No one knew what was inside the tall carriages which looked very heavy. They surrounded the city in a circle like a small city wall. Thousands of men like them gathered together, showing a sense of wildness and toughness. As the door of the luxurious carriage opened, a slender figure in a green shirt slowly walked out.

He walked over to me, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Shit, shit, shit!” I hear Luca mutter behind me. A crooked smile forms at the corner of my mouth. “How about I put my hands on you then?” Bully asked. It’s obvious that he didn’t mean it as a question though. He looked at me in a way that only someone who doesn't know me would. I looked up at the unnatural being in front of me. Giants are known for their strength, and after decades and decades of interracial breeding some giants have mutated abilities.

probably the same sick son of a bitch who made female clones of himself? The other three followed suit, placing the roses in a radiating sunburst on the small piece of marble. Through the wall of Illuminati security came...the Missing Link. Oh My God. I had heard of V-chested males, but this was insane. I swear his upper arms were as big as my thighs. The problem was the hips and legs of the body didn't match-up to the torso, arms, neck (or lack thereof) and shoulders.

Wilbur paused for a beat, before saying, "Do you mean like this, Mister Grote?" Wilbur's body began rapidly expanding, and it did not take long before he stood at around three meters, with his muscles swollen and bulging with strength.

I can’t shift. ‘Luca I can’t shift!’ “I can tell by that scared look in your eye that it worked.” I turn and find three men standing behind me. I can smell that they are human, but they huge compared to the average human. They stand tall at about six foot three inches to six foot five inches. They are buff, like they work out daily like The Rock. Tattoos cover the skin but one stands out, letting me know exactly who they are.

shit can be crazy frustrating! Jenny perked up, "Oh please tell us!" I was like, "No...no, it'll just make things more awkward...this needs to stop, Jenny. Like I was trying to explain, the Big-Dick-Energy thing is exaggerated, but there is some truth to it because I've seen it play out. You run into these big macho guys...you know the type...arrogant, big-talk guys that always talk about their conquests, and drive big-ass pickups...or muscle cars; almost always, it's all posturing and it never makes their little dick any bigger...they just don't have it and it's really obvious."

And let me say, they are massive. More than half the men in front of us are huge. Bigger than anyone I have ever seen. They all look like they bodybuild for a living. The other thing they have in common is their facial expressions; they are excited. Bile clogs my throat at the looks on their faces. Some are even licking their lips while staring at me. As much as I want to, I don't shrink away from their gazes. I stare them down with as much disgust and hate as I can if this is my final stand. If, after this, I am drained of every drop of my blood, I want to go out fighting.