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Chad, Brod, and Paolo found themselves together in the same, vast living room.
The three bulls looked at one another with equal measures surprise, admiration, jealously, and fury.
The day was clear, and the surroundings were quite. The colossal Miami mansion was very secluded, and extremely expensive.
On normal conditions, one wouldn't hear a pin drop. On that day, though, it was like there were dozens of monster trucks parked in the sprawling living room, revving their engines, making the place shake, hum, and purr.
Brrrrmmm-Brrrrmm-Brmmmm-Brrrrrmmm…
Chad, Brod, and Paolo were the biggest men alive, so big that they couldn't be compared to other men, but more appropriately, to males of other species.
Up to that day, each of the studs though himself to be the biggest men ever, and no man in history, before or since, would ever match them in height, looks, musculature, and penis size.
That day, though, they were all proven wrong.
The three superb Alpha males exchanged tense, uneasy glances, then each headed to one gym equipment in the room.
The living room was full of gym tools and equipment. They didn't wonder why, because they all instinctively knew their purpose.
She wanted to test them.
She wanted them to compete and see who was the biggest, strongest, most virile man.
Without saying a word to each other, the three Alpha males took their positions on their favorite racks of choice and began to work out their impossibly large, superhuman bodies.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...!!
The ground shook, the walls vibrated, and the windows cracked as the three men pulled their weights and exercised their supreme muscles.
Their faces burned with their fiery breaths. Deep roars emanated from their wide chests as they muscles rippled through their light shirts and stretched the fabric of even their looses, softest attire.
The ground creaked slowly, gradually under their gigantic feet.
The three mega bulls were as large and muscle-dense as horses, seemingly, and when standing up, all this weight was channeled into their feet, where the pressure became such as to almost squeeze charcoal into diamonds!
"Uuurhm!! Uuurhm! Hhhrrmm!!" With the colossal weights, the studs focused on their exercises, mostly performing to each other than actually struggling, for even the most unreasonable, extreme weights and plates felt like feathers to their swollen arms, tree-trunk legs, and mountain-hard buttocks, pecs, and abs,
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...!!
The place rippled and boomed with virility with every pump from the three Alpha studs, and soon enough, another disturbing sounds joined them – a sound that, though sweet and gentle and feminine, was somehow more powerful than the bulging of their biceps and the rippling of their abs, and the three studs, for once, were dismayed and disturbed, for they realized that the one who called them was finally there…
And she might be more than a challenge for each of them!
Or maybe the three of them combined!
* * * * *
Kiera Masterson remembered the day when she christened herself "Lady K" on her many pornographic websites, where she debuted as early as she turned 18.
In her first day online, she made 12 million dollars.
In her second day, 48 million.
By the end of the third month, she had accrued over a billion dollars from several porn websites, making herself the first (and forever only) billionaire pornstar – and this was only the beginning of this financial insanity.
Bwoom! Bwoom! Bwoom! Bwooing...!
On her first year online, Kiera had earned over 3.8 billion US dollars, which she used her super-intelligence to smartly invest in several groundbreaking stocks, scams, and high-powered finance manipulation, pumping her net worth to 20 billion dollars in the second year, then 60 billion three years after her porn debut.
From her porn empire alone, Kiera "K" Materson made 5-8 billion, pure cash, every single year, and by the time she turned 24, she reckoned she was worth close to one TRILLION dollars – though she had long stopped counting, anyway.
Bwoom! Bwooing! Bwoom!! Bwoom-bwooing...!
Kiera Masterson was the richest person in existence, though she kept an ultra-low profile and paid another small fortune to keep her whereabouts always hidden.
What's more, Kiera has accrued this fathomless wealth and god-like power... without ever showing her face!
Bwoom! Bwooing!! Bwooing...!!
The world's hottest, most erotic pornstar had made Rockefeller and Vanderbilt money... without even having to show her divine face to the world, which greatly aided her in her privacy.
Bwoom! Bwooing! Bwooing!! Bwoom...!!
Now that she considered herself financially secure, the uber-woman switched her focus to building a legacy. She was no longer a virgin (her family sought it that she was supremely sexually experienced before even her age of majority), though she rejected sex with almost every male.
Bwoom! Bwoom...!!
When Kiera fucked, she did so with the only objects, toys, and utensils that could possibly hope to compete with her iron-hard pussy and nigh-unbreakable cervix.
Bwoom! Bwoom...!
In fact, one of the reasons why Kiera sought to make as much money as humanly possible, as quickly and easily as possible, was to afford the cutting-edge experiments and research on sex toys that were as durable as her libido.
Kiera used titanium rods that discharged enough electricity directly in her womb to burn an elephant to a crisp, and that vibrated with the same intensity as 17 atomic bombs exploding on the same spot every day, and still, this was only barely enough to get her off, and the woman counted on her fingers the number of times any actual living being had made her ejaculate – all encounters that'd be considered highly ILLEGAL if she'd ever been poor to suffer any criminal consequences.
Bwoom...! Bwooom...!
But Kiera was above Law and Humanity.
She was above every Law, in fact: the Law of Men and the Law of Nature, for she was born superior to both Men and Nature – the byproduct of both, but far greater than either could ever been again. Sweet, sweet irony.
When Kiera was born, the world reverberated with her power. A goddess had been born! The first Love Goddess incarnate! In the flesh!
Bwoom-Bwoom-Bwoom-Bwooing...!
As Lady K now walked to her stupendous mansion in the middle of a vast, subtropical Miami reserve (cost of purchase and bribes: $1.2 billion), she dealt with the loudness of her breasts, which all the time bounced and jumped, jiggled and pounced, and sometimes almost slapped her in her angelic face with their sheer, tremendous, unreasonable mass – but she enjoyed them that way.
Bwoom! Bwoom! Bwoom! Bwooing...!!
Joining her breasts in symphony, Kiera's buttocks jiggled and clapped hard enough to create tiny shockwaves through her tight-fitting, pink mini-dress:
Clap!! Wap! Wap! Clap! Smack!!
Walking as if on a catwalk atop her foot-long stilettos, Kiera felt more than ever like a goddess as she towered over humanity at 8'2'' feet of height... though without that footwear, she wouldn’t be more human-like either, standing naturally at 7'2'' – a curse for any hot-blooded woman who only enjoyed their men TALL, and preferably much, much taller than herself.
As she walked now back to her manor, Kiera smirked as she felt the power and vibrations booming from inside her place, exploding like an orgasmic release of bull-scented testosterone right from her living room, exactly where she knew they would be, and she purred pleasantly, knowing that today might be the day when she finally – finally! – got to know some true and honest... sexual release!
* * * * *
Though they pumped and pulled weights more appropriate for comic book superheroes for many hours, none of the three men dropped a single, solitary beat of sweat!
Chad curled 4,000 pounds on his hands, pumping his biceps until they rippled with pipe-thick veins – though this was only half of their size, girth, and power!
"Uuurhm!!"
The Alpha male groaned to make himself heard and felt. Though the vibrations of his deep grunts (not counting those from his rippling, swelling muscles) were strong enough to kill a regular man, stirring his guts until they all melted and oozed through his ass, they were just regular sounds to the other Alpha beasts, who each exercised a different set of muscles every couple of minutes, making sure none repeated the same sets as the others.
Just like two women hated wearing the same dress, those three men hated doing the same sets as the others at the same time.
"Uurhm! Uurhm! Uurhm!!" Paolo emitted low-rumbling roars as she curled a long, thick black bar on his hands, flexing both of his biceps and pumping almost the entirety of his arms as either end of that bar held almost 10,000 pounds of pure titanium, making the ground audibly creak under his feet as she pulled and pulled and only felt tickles on his growing, exploding arms and his widening, stretching back muscles. "Uurhm! Rooaar!!"
Brod laid down on a specialized bench press machine, which, from a distance, looked like a tall black tower, but in fact, was a simple equipment designed to handle superhuman weights, which he cleared with ease.
"Uurhm!! Uuurhm!! Uuurhm!! Roooaar!!" The stallion roared as he bench-pressed over 30,000 pounds, enough weight to finally give him a strain – though it would still be many hours until any of the three males felt anything close to being challenged, let alone tired or exhausted. "Uurhm! Fuck!"
After six hours of relentless exercising, none of the males felt tired, but all of them felt pumped and rock hard. That is, harder than usual.
"Come here, bro. Give me that bench now," Paolo approached the fair-skinned rival on the tower, and for a moment, there was extreme tension between them as Brod rose up, making sure the other knew he could continue exercising like that for all eternity.
"Sure thing, man. I was getting bored of it, anyway."
As Brod dismounted the unreasonable machine, Chad too stopped curling those dumbbells in his arms, and the three Alpha males now stood very close to one another, groaning as they took deep breaths, and making the ground shake and shake and shake with their manly sounds and the natural rumble, density, and vibration from their much bigger, harder, and PUMPED muscles.
The three giant males looked at one another, and finally, they felt that the "silent and brooding" game had gone on for long enough.
"You're here for…"
"... Lady K, yeah."
They exchanged a few friendly nods along with their glances, and after a few seconds checking each other's bodies out, they changed their sets and continued to train their powerful muscles.
"Any of you fucked her?" They talked casually amid pumps.
"No."
And many minutes passed until any of them was in the mood to talk again.
"She's hot, though. Almost hot enough for my giant donkey dick!" Chad, blond-haired and blue-eyed, gloated, and for once, there was another trembling in the place; another moment of disquieting stillness where the three males felt that anything could happen – and anything that did happen was sure to be loud, bloody, and aggressive!
"Hmm." They returned to their exercises, but all felt that a spell had been broken. "That ass might even be too much for my horse."
"Growing up on a farm, I always knew I was the biggest man alive, because my phallus was far superior to those of our prized bulls and steeds," Paolo flexed his muscles with a grin. "Never knew I'd meat other guys who could lay claim to this... achievement."
The three studs suddenly stopped…
Booom!!
... and the place vibrated with their synchronized paused and simultaneous flexing of their various muscles.
"You're ripped." Chad looked at Paolo and nodded. A manly respect grew in the trio.
"So are you." Paolo nodded and stood up. The two other males did the same.
The place rumbled and shook as they walked up and stared at each other on a circle.
Their eyes were ferocious as they looked for weaknesses and imperfections on each other's bodies, but they seemingly found none, and where one male was lacking compared to the other, he made up on some other feature.
"Any of you tired?" Brod asked, to which Chad replied:
"N'uh-huh."
"None of us are any tired, it seems," Paolo grumbled, and his voice would have been the deepest and manliest in the world if the other two beasts weren't there, giving his god-like baritone a run for its money.
Paolo looked at Chad who looked at Brod who looked at Paolo, who also looked at Brod looking at Chad looking at him.
The three Alpha males made the space between them burn like a furnace as their powerful bodies rumbled with titanic muscles.
Chad was blond, blue eyed, and the pristine example of a Nordic sex god. He was the shortest of the three, but also the broadest, and his muscles looked too extreme even for his seven feet and two inches of height (7'2''), with abs that bulged so enormously they almost gave him a beer belly look.
Tremendous. Broad. Almost mountain-like in his constitution!
Neither Paolo nor Brod had seen a male with abs bulging out almost as prominently as his pecs, but Chad was such a man, and his bulge was similarly extreme!
"Uuurhm!" Brod grunted. Chad's musculature and penile bulge truly were extreme, but as far as girth was concerned, he knew he had an edge over the two Alpha males. "I am the broad one here," he though while he smirked.
Brod stood taller than Chad, but shorter than Paolo at seven feet and four inches (7'4''), and though he couldn't judge whether his penis was longer or shorter than either of theirs in its soft state, he (and the others) could see that his penis was the thickest, if only by a trivial amount.
Brod's muscles were chiseled to perfection in his white-Anglo body, black-haired and black-eyed, less broad and bulky than either Chad's or Paolo's, and probably the only physique there that kinda resembled that of a giant fitness model and not an extreme, even grotesque bodybuilder.
Still, the three bulls had far too many muscles to be considered merely "fit", and when it came to sheer implied size, Paolo probably had the best combination of the two: almost as broad as Chad's, but also taller than Brod, allowing him to pack an insane amount of extra beef.
Paolo looked like the biggest of the three studs, though his penis bulge was roughly the same size, making his manhood proportionally the smallest in the trio.
Not that he would ever care about this, though, given that he packed more meat when soft than two or three world class Alpha males would pack while erect – and that's considering only the length, not including his superhuman girth, which brought his (and the others') virility closer to that of farm beasts than merely humans.
Paolo stood at 7'6'' to 7'7'' (seven feet and six to seven inches) of height, counting 6,600 pounds of muscle, cock, and seminal fluids per his last measurement. Unlike the other bulls, his body was bronze-skinned, tanned by the natural touch of sunlight, as to be expected from a stereotypical Italian love god like him. "Uurhm!"
Chad respected the golden-tinted god for the bulking, bodybuilding machine that he clearly was, and though he couldn't be sure of Paolo's exact weight, he knew he was neither much heavier or lighter than he was, despite his four(ish) extra inches of height.
His last measurements put Chad's weight at 6,840 pounds – a truly virile, hulking beast of a man, though the two animals were actually outclassed by Brod, who was the heaviest despite also looking like the leanest and most "elegantly athletic".
Brod weighed an astounding 7,260 pounds, well over half a tonne heavier than Paolo... though, when these three bulls were concerned, it was hard to tell where their weight was distributed to.
Gloorsh! Gluursh! Gloorsh!! Glooarsh!!
The many hours of sexless exercise, combined with the out-of-the-charts testosterone levels in the room, had made their testicles visible swollen – more swollen, that is, than they already, always were.
Standing dangerously, ruinously close to one another (but still dozens of feet apart in absolute terms, you know, given their extreme frames and insane bulk!), the three Alpha males stopped feigning indifference and guided their eyes to each other's crotches, trying to divine, through sight alone, who packed the most amount of meat... and cum.