Hand Worship 1 (40 secs) - So much power you can feel.
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Hand Worship 1 (40 secs) - So much power you can feel.
Hot guy's fucking HUGE SIZE 17 boner makers in your face
The accident on Frank's farm had left him growing bigger since this morning...a LOT bigger.
It was still getting faster: he could feel himself growing more, and more, and MORE every minute. It was energizing, electrifying...it was a head rush.
His feet were as big as cars...but now they were as big as the little houses he was tramping past...and soon as big as entire lakes and blocks. He didn't want to hurt anyone...but he also wasn't caring as much as he used to.
The same way that he might have avoided stepping on ants if he saw just a few.
But then, if they're everywhere? Well... he couldn't really be bothered then, could he?
I'll get to the water. I'll probably wreck less that way. If my feet get as big as the whole fucking county...I'm not going to worry about it anymore. Giant's gonna crush what a giant's gonna crush, I guess.
The "Special Post Workout" drink.
Where is this label from? What is it's formula? How this affect the human body?
Well, Kit was too thirsty to think of those things... now everyone else will see what happens when you drink from someone else's bottle.
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Hassan Mostafa. Truly one of the most gigantic, glowing musclegods that has ever lived.
Dazed, you see the bros laughing at you. Most of your view is occupied by Andrew's gargantuan right arm. He hoped on roids a couple months ago and now he is enjoying the life as a 400lbs behemoth. He got into the nasty habit of chest or shoulder bumping the bros, most the guys were above 200 lbs and could barely handle him. But you, you were scrawny 140lbs.
Every bump from his 26 inch arms felt like a industrial fridge decided to give you a nudge. You felt your body crumpling to his superior macho force so easily. It seems it finally did.
You remember just a few seconds ago he came into full force to sit with the bros for a huge meal and didn't see scrawny frame resting on the cushion corner, he just forced his bulk into it and your world went dark as his arm, thicker than your entire torso was your last view.
He and the guys were laughing and looking at you. He mocked In his now much deeper voice
"Yo bro sorry! I didn't see ya there... you so small even more now haha but brooo you sure you okay?? You look a bit... flat! hahahaha"the
guys echoed his booming laughter. He had mashed you pretty much flat against the restaurants sofa with his massive frame. You couldn't move.
"Shhh! Yo guys, the waiter is coming! He is gonna kick us out if he sees the mess Andrew made of this wimp!"
They all got serious and looked annoyed at you. The bros couldn't miss their 5th meal of the day. Specially now Andrew.
He smirked maliciously at you.
"don't worry bros, I can *cover* this hahaha"
horrified and still incapable of moving, you see the 400lbs brute lift his frame with a grunt and flex his massive arm against his body, preparing a battering ram. He throws himself at you, arm first and you feel yourself compressed and crushed into the cushion as the bros explode in laughter again.
He backs off a bit to admire his handiwork and smiles. "Damn bro, you're like half your normal size now. Such fucking scrawny wimp you are! I'm not missing my meal for an insect that has less body mass than one of my forearms!"
with that he turns his back on you, a massive wall of flesh covered by a taut shirt that could easily serve as a king size bed's sheet and slams his back on you. Being rammed by a truck full force would've been softer.
While Andrew stuffs himself for an entire hour to what seems to be an endless meal course, burping loudly and booming loudly with laughter, you lay flattened and compressed into the deep valley his back muscles created. Every breath makes you flatter, every convulsing laughter reduces you to a crumpled mass under him, smelly and sodden with his reeking testosterone overloaded musk that would easily pass as battery acid.
After an eternity you finally feel him moving,.. and you with him.
"Brooooooo look at this shrimp!! He is fucking glued to your back, like a fucking sticker!!" One of the guys booms while admiring Andrew's back. At this point you only feel pain and wetness, your dick or whatever is left of it feels hard and aroused but it likely is a crushed as the rest of you
"peel him off bro" he orders.
The work at the giant's back. They have to entrench their fingers deep into Andrew's back to find the point where your mashed self can be separated from the crevices of his muscles. You always wanted to be deep in him, but not like this.
After minutes of struggle they lay your paper thin, flattened mess in his hands.
They are huge, hairy and vascular. Each finger double the thick than a normal one, hands with enough force to break a lesser man arm. You feel like slime, melting in his hands as he evaluates you.
"bro, I never liked you. You were always the group's runt, making us look bad. Now look at you, I've destroyed you bitch!" He grolws and flexes with shoulders, bouncing his meaty pecs, almost cumming on himself watching with pleasure what his body made of you.
"you have one last use for me runt. The only use a towel like you can have. You'll have the blessing of being my ass towel until I get home."
And as the bros laugh he unceremoniously crumples you into a ball, painfully shaping you into his desired form. He opens his reeking gym pants and shoves you directly between his Goliath cheeks, unwashed from the gym, where you are further reduced and flattened into a disc of soiled nothing, mashed, consumed and devoured by the muscle god's superior body until you are gone
Little likes Big..... Big likes Little
I flex my massive arms enjoying your shocked expression. I know you can't believe what you are looking at. My hugeness, my solidity.
We are the same age, but I am superior to you in every way. I'm three times your weight, just one of my arms holds enough mass and force than your weak little body; my feet, huge, with veins like cords are planted firmly in the floor, each of my steps makes the entire room shake, and I see you shake with it.
I give two steps with confidence towards you, still flexing my arms high, and I let the air I was holding out, like a storm it blows your thin hair.
I see you instinctively move back, giving way before you are steamrolled out of the way but I stop you with a gesture and put my right hand on your shoulder.
For a second I am taken by the difference. Your shoulder is pale, thin, no hair. There's barely any muscle, I feel little to no resistance as my large hand rubs your shoulder. You are so soft little man.
My hand is calloused from thousands of hours of exercise, thick everywhere, massive veins barely visible under thick hair. The muscles powering my thumb seem to hold more size than your little shoulder. I like this, I love being enormous. You make me feel even bigger. I see you wince slightly. Ha! I was getting excited and started to hurt you by accident. I'm such a brutish oaf.
No matter. I look you firmly in your eyes, walking close, but smiling warmly. I want you to understand that it wasn't intentional. If I wanted, you would be gone. A splatter against my chiseled frame. A crumpled paper ball in my hand. I see you understand. At least that little thing between your legs does.
I walk more, closer to you, each heavy step making a ground shaking WHOOMP against the wood floor. I find so cute to see your eyes darting briefly from the gargantuan slabs of my pectorals in front of you, advancing like a wall threatening to make you flat, to my legs, as you want to see my quads, hard like steel but also becoming a heavy mass of meat slapping against the other as I walk. It's been years since my balls barely had room left, they are pushed out and up like 2 big lemons by my firm and thick legs. 94cm each you know? Likely thicker each than your bird chest.
I see your eyes widen as you stumble against the wall behind you. I cackle, loudly. My deep rumbling laughter seems to shake the wall, and you. Damn it, you are so cute, drool on your beard, fear on your eyes. You have no idea what to do now. I'm going to make you mine, little man.
Your hands are frozen in place, so I help you. I have to lean down a bit to reach your wrists. So tiny! So thin. I have to remind myself you're a grown man, and I am something else.
I rub my thumbs into your palms, up and down. I feel the hands of an office clerk. They feel delicate and small. I engulf them in my own, barely feeling them tremble. After warming them up, I bring them to my face, and kiss them. I know my beard is raspy on your soft skin so I stop once I hear the first moan.
still holding your thin wrists between my thumb and index, enough to engulf them, I guide you to my pecs . God, the difference is so much. Your hands together can't even hold one of my heavy relaxed meat slabs. Meanwhile, you are hypnotized by them I move my hand to your naked chest, the muscle is barely visible, I feel every rib under my fingers. Just placing my fingers under your pit I can use my thumb to press on your chest, near the middle, as you are so narrow. You wince, I stop. I know it will cave without effort. So I limit myself to caress the hair on your arm pit.
"Grip them. Hard."
I order in a deep voice, still distracted with your armpit, you obey in an instant. No hesitation. I don't even think you could have resisted. I know you are trying your hardest because my skin lets me know of the changing pressure, but my chest only moves to my breathing, your efforts are pointless, and in their pointlessness my desire to make you mine only grows. My cock enlarges, threatening to also push you against the wall. I love it, I can do whatever I want with you.
The moment is coming. I feel it in my throbbing cock. It's heavy now. I feel an animalistic rumble, low, starting to come from my chest. Like a large animal in heat, I wish to grab you like meat, to tear you, to break you to-
No. I stop myself, bring myself back. You noticed the shift, your hands are are again down, glued to the wall, the head of my cock making a dent on your soft hairy belly and your eyes alert and scared. No, I want you to fear my power, not me. I patiently grab your hands again to my lats this time. They flare like wings at the smallest movement. I let you rub them, to explore the deep, musky valley of my pits. I chuckle as you just dig yourself deeper into my body. My musk won't disappear from your hands, little man. For days. For weeks. Maybe forever if I have things my way. And I often do.
I wait for your breathing to normalize, I caress the back of your head while your tongue cleans the valley of my pits, I see you arch your back with one big thick finger as press your little body against my quads, noticing my thighs are bigger and wider than you. Probably heavier too.
I place my right hand on your upper back, and push down, slightly. My cock throbs at the sound of your knees hitting the floor. Then with one arm I lift you up, and pull you to me. Like a ragdoll, you offer no resistance. You are so weak, little man. So soft, so... Perfect. A man, is still a man. I can't hold myself anymore.
I lift you effortlessly to my face, I feel your feet grace my shins, I grab you with one hand by your torso and place you against the wall, holding you flat with one big hand, I force you to lift the thin limb you would call an arm with my thumb and shove my face in your pit, and bite.
The moans make me rabid. You are mine now. I can't stop myself any longer. I go for your mouth, I feel your breath hit on my face and I kiss you, shoving my tongue into your mouth, deep. Even your tongue is weaker than mine, displaced, it has no option but to squirm and give way to my tongue penetrating your windpipe, conquering the first hole of your body for my use and my pleasure alone. I hear a muffled something, I feel your delicate hands grab to my traps, each way thicker than you can hope to grasp. I want you even more. You shall be mine, or you will be crushed flat and made into a trophy.
I lean back, allowing you to breath. Your gasps for air are pathetic. I smile wildly, you are red and pale at the same time, I felt the wild impulse to use my thick hands to mash you into one single color, but I stop. Instead, With a clean movw from my other hand I remove your briefs. Man flesh. Even a skinny man has a hole to conquer.
Still in one hand, I carry you to the bed, and drop you on it. You bounce. Ha. Let's hope the entire floor doesn't break down when I body slam you into a fucking comma, you flattened bitch.
To be continued ...
Big boy
His calloused hands are huge and visibly intimidating, yet they caress and hold the side of your safe with a surprising softness. The rough sausage-thick fingers comb through your hair, whist he nods at you, "open up, boy".
His size was definitely intimidating, but he enters your mouth slowly. He starts the way he usually does after charming his victims into this position: while his hands gently caress and comb further back around your head, his hips slightly leaning forward until he makes contact with the back of your throat. Whether you gag or not, his hands are in the perfect position to demonstrate their powerful grip strength. He is far larger than average, even the most trained throat would struggle to accomodate him, but that's okay, he has more than enough strength to FORCE himself inside you. Your neck will expand dangerously so and you may even feel his leaky tip snaking past your collarbone. Within seconds your face will go a deep red, then eventually to a dangerous shade of purple. Every effort to made to free yourself with be futile against his strength, and every twitch, every convulsion will only aid him in depositing a stomach-filling amount of cum inside your dying body.
"Wassup, fag boy! Just shot two gigantic loads into your husband's tight little pussy while I choked his skinny lil neck with my gigantic hand and he begged for more! He climaxed so many times that he passed out when I finished in him the second time! Guess that lil foot-worshiping pig can't handle the drive of a man like me!! Anyways, enjoy my sloppy seconds, bitch!"
“Come straddle my lap, boy. Kiss these massive guns, lick my thick chest, and run your fingers down my rock hard abs. Please me and I’ll pleasure you.” 🤤💪🏼
Imagine how pathetic and powerless the little runt must feel. Lips barely reach the big man's pecs. Scrawny biceps don't even reach big man's belly button, and are half the size of his forearms. Big man's hand wrapped all the way around his puny throat. Manlet is going to be bowing down to this muscle god and begging for mercy.
Out of his way!
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Did you really think you could run from me?
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Unstoppable
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Beast mode
Oh my god 🤤💪🏼