Man With Huge Bulge Novels & Stories

Wayman clapped three times. The spacious VIP room plunged into temporary darkness. It was not night yet, and the lights were still on. A giant had actually entered the room, and his massive figure blocked out the lights, causing the misconception that everything had gone dark. The man was 2.2 meters tall. His arms were more robust than a normal person’s thighs, and his palms were like a fanned-out paper fan, spanning larger than a basketball. The muscles on his body bulged and were deeply contoured. There was not a part of flappy meat on his body.

Wilson arrived at the other end of a portal. He was shocked by what he saw. Before he could soak it in, “Hey, get off the portal!” A man shouted at Wilson. Wilson scanned his physique and was disappointed. This dude was like a bad balloon product that was inflated by an idiot. Fat in the middle with a small head, thin arms and fat legs. Who the hell gave birth to this person? “What?” Wilson asked him. “He said buzz off!” His partner said. Wilson looked at this partner. He had man boobs, a huge potbelly, bald head and scraggy beard. This must be the idiot that did the inflating.

Perhaps the goddess led me here to help save these innocent girls. But how? Someone came into the room and we all stared at him warily. He was a huge man with a bald head. He had muscles so abnormally big, I wondered if he was on steroids. My eyes trailed to his crotch and I internally scoffed. There was no noticeable bulge whatsoever. Just flat like me. Yep. Definitely on steroids. I heard they shrink penises. Maybe I should ask him if it’s true- Oh my goddess! What the hell am I thinking about right now?

Lilac* Why did I run away? The sad look on the man's face made me feel so bad, perhaps the goddess sent me here to help these people. But how? Someone barge into the room and we all look at him with fear in our heart, he was a huge man with no hair on his big fat head. He had muscles so abnormally huge, and I wondered if he was on steroid. My eyes stray to his crotch and I internally scoffed, there was no noticeable bulge what so ever. It was flat just like me.

I didn’t even know a man like him existed… He's human, too. I swallowed hard and looked at the man beside me again. My eyes roamed over his body. He’s really big—probably around 7 feet tall. His muscles were bulging, his frame bulky even under his shirt and leather jacket. His ripped jeans clung to his legs, and he wore black motorcycle boots on his long feet. I swallowed again and ordered another drink.

Tanya smiled and ran to hug him, she barely reached his waist. He was huge, okay. Very. How tall is this man? I stared at him shamelessly from his long legs to his waist, his jeans were low waisted and I would have gotten a very good view of that waist if his shirt was not covering it, he had a really broad chest and huge arms, and he definitely has eight packs or something like that. I finally reached his face and OMG, I swallowed, hard. How does one achieve that look? "Are you done staring?" He asked. Me. He was asking me.

he asked with a thunderous voice. The man looked scary with a shiny bald head, bulging rounded reddish eyes; his body was like a Gorilla who was fed with so much steroids and had grown so much his clothes were threatening to rip open. "If anybody wants to make a funny move, let me warn you not to make a fool of yourself," he continued, then he turned to his men. "Make sure to shoot to kill if necessary, clear?" "Yes, boss!" the whole troop replied snappily.

Kirill smiled stepping into the room smoke wafting in the air as people smoked cigarettes while enjoying their drinks and passing around a blunt. "Ah Kirill you're here! Come sit and enjoy yourself!" A giant bulwark of a man called out to him from an arm chair. He wore a T shirt that did nothing to hide how massive he was. The shirt clinging to his body displaying his rippling muscles. His arms were easily sixteen inches at the very least round. His neck muscles looked as though an arm would reach out pick up a weight and begin lifting it. There didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on him. And his personality matched his looks. If you weren't in good with him, calling him rough was an understa

My wolf may want that monster inside me, but it is never going to fit. And what is that bulge near the base? I boldly reach between us to touch him, my mind splintering between reason and need. “Why…?” I manage to ask, my fingers grazing the bulbous mass near his groin. It’s not his balls. It’s at the top of his shaft. And it’s pulsating. “Why what?” He reaches between us to wrap my palm around his thick cock, allowing me to really feel that length. And yeah, that’s not going inside me. He’s way too big.

"Why? Is that…big?" He smirked. Then he placed my hand on the big bulge on his pants. I swallowed. Fuck. I guessed… he was right. We need to take this slow.