The Dimly Lit Billiard Hall Was Buzzing With Low Chatter, The Sound Of Cue Balls Clicking Across Tables,

The dimly lit billiard hall was buzzing with low chatter, the sound of cue balls clicking across tables, and the occasional murmur of a game being won or lost. Brock stood near the back, his massive frame dwarfing everything around him. He was a sight to behold—easily towering over everyone in the room by a good fourteen inches, his tattooed muscles straining against the sleeves of his shirt. Every inch of him screamed power, and most people gave him a wide berth.

Most, but not everyone.

At one of the pool tables, a smaller guy was refusing to move, arguing that he had the table reserved. Brock stood there, looking down at the guy with a sharp downward tilt of his head. The difference in their size was almost comical. Brock’s shadow loomed over the shorter man, who barely reached his chest, and yet, the smaller guy wasn’t budging.

Brock raised an eyebrow, his deep voice cutting through the room. “You’re not giving up the table?” he asked, almost amused. The smaller guy crossed his arms defiantly.

“That’s right,” the smaller man replied, his voice full of false bravado. “You’re not just going to walk in and take what you want.”

Brock let out a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “You really want to do this, huh?” he said, his tone shifting from amused to something a little more menacing.

Before the smaller guy could react, Brock stepped forward, towering over him even more now, his eyes looking sharply down to make contact. Without a word, he bent down slightly and grabbed the smaller man by the arms, easily hoisting him up into the air with both hands, his powerful grip lifting the guy like he weighed no more than a bag of groceries.

The smaller man’s eyes went wide with shock as his feet left the floor, his body completely suspended by Brock’s enormous arms. He kicked his legs in a vain attempt to get free, but Brock’s grip was unshakable. The room grew quieter as people stopped what they were doing to watch the scene unfold.

Brock smirked, holding the smaller guy up at eye level now, his massive arms flexing effortlessly. “You’re kidding me, right?” Brock taunted, his voice filled with condescension. “Look at you. You’re nothing compared to me. You think you can stand your ground with someone like me?”

The smaller guy squirmed, but it was useless—Brock’s grip was iron. Brock shifted his hold, lifting the man even higher, letting him dangle there like a ragdoll in front of everyone.

“You feel that?” Brock sneered. “You’re weak. I could toss you across this room if I wanted, and you wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it.”

The smaller man tried to protest, his voice shaky, but Brock just laughed, the sound deep and resonant. “Pathetic,” he said, shaking his head as if disappointed. “You really thought you could hold your ground against someone like me? I could keep you up here all night.”

Brock let the man hang there for another moment, letting the reality of the situation sink in for the smaller guy—and for everyone watching. He could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken understanding that Brock was in a league of his own.

Finally, with a smirk, Brock lowered the man back down to the floor, but not before giving him a slight shake as if to remind him of how helpless he truly was. The smaller man stumbled when his feet hit the ground, looking up at Brock with a mix of fear and embarrassment.

“Now,” Brock said, his voice calm but commanding, “you’re going to walk away and give me the table. Because if you don’t, I can do this all night.”

The smaller man nodded quickly, his defiance completely shattered. He backed away from the table, avoiding eye contact with Brock as he hurried off. Brock turned back to the table, smirking as he picked up a cue stick, the crowd slowly going back to their games—none daring to challenge him again.

The table was his now, just like everything else Brock wanted. And no one in the hall would forget the power he had effortlessly displayed.

Lifting you is easy

Once, I was the scrawny, nerdy ginger that everyone overlooked. But that’s all in the past. Now, when I look in the mirror, I see something entirely different—a hulking mass of muscle, strength radiating from every inch of me.

The transformation wasn’t just physical; it was a complete overhaul of who I am. I went from being invisible to unstoppable. My arms, once thin and weak, are now thick and powerful, biceps bulging, veins snaking across them like they’re ready to burst. My chest is massive, every pec carved from hours in the gym, and my legs—my legs could crush anything that gets in their way.

But it’s the strength that’s truly intoxicating. Feeling the power course through my veins, knowing that I can lift, push, and pull more weight than I ever dreamed of—it’s like a drug. Every flex, every lift, I can feel the raw power surging through me, and it’s addictive. I’ve gone from being the guy who couldn’t lift a grocery bag without struggling to the one who can snap a barbell like a twig.

And it’s not just the physical power—it’s the control, the confidence that comes with it. Knowing I can dominate any space I walk into, that people’s eyes widen when they see me coming—it’s a rush like nothing else. I used to be the weak one, the guy who was always pushed around. Now? I’m the one people step aside for.

The strength, the muscle, the sheer power—it’s become a part of me, something I crave more of every day. I’m no longer just the nerdy ginger; I’m a force to be reckoned with, and the more I grow, the more unstoppable I become.

Mise'l Jeddore muscle growth

It’s always the same story. We walk into the gym, and people think they’ve got us all figured out. They take one look at us—slim, toned, maybe a little too pretty for their tastes—and they assume we’re just there to take it easy. Today was no different. This guy—tall, big, swollen with muscle—gave us that classic arrogant look. Like we didn’t belong in his world of heavy iron and sweat.

We didn’t care. Hell, we even found it amusing. Because if there’s one thing people like him always forget, it’s that real strength isn’t about how big you are. It’s about control. And we—we’re gymnasts. Compact, strong, dangerous.

The moment he started giving us a hard time, I knew exactly what was going to happen. My boyfriend, always one step ahead, caught my eye and smirked. That look. He knew it too. Without a word, I leaned in, grabbed him by the waist, and kissed him—slow and deliberate, just long enough for the big guy to notice. We broke the kiss with matching grins, the anticipation crackling between us.

It was time to show this dude what real strength looks like.

We let him think he had the upper hand at first, taunting him by staying in his space. He flexed, threw around some weights, but honestly? It was pathetic. He was all size, no substance. “You boys even lift?” he scoffed, trying to puff himself up.

We didn’t even respond. Instead, my boyfriend stepped forward, casually wrapping his hand around the barbell the guy had just dropped. The veins in his forearm bulged slightly as he gripped it, making it clear just how much dangerous strength was hiding in that lean body. One quick movement, and he was already lifting it cleanly, like it was nothing.

The guy’s smirk faltered, and we knew we had him.

I moved in closer, my turn to show off. Grabbing a hold of his wrist with my smaller, yet iron-strong grip, I squeezed—just enough for him to realize that he was in trouble. His eyes widened as he tried to pull away, but I didn’t let go. Instead, I tightened my grip, feeling his pulse race under my fingers. “You think you’re strong?” I whispered, leaning in close enough for him to feel the threat in my words. “You have no idea.”

That’s when we really went to work.

It was like clockwork—the two of us moving together, a perfect team. Faster than he could react, I twisted his arm behind his back while my boyfriend moved in front of him, pinning him down in a hold that he couldn’t break no matter how much he struggled. His big muscles bulged as he tried to fight back, but we weren’t letting him go. We had him right where we wanted him.

We could feel the panic set in as he realized how outclassed he was. His size didn’t mean anything when we had him locked up with precision and insane grip strength. He squirmed, tried to shake us off, but every movement only made us tighten our hold. We wanted him to fight. We liked it when they struggled.

“Having trouble?” my boyfriend taunted, grinning as he cranked the pressure up on the guy’s arm. “You’re looking a little weak.”

We made sure he felt everything—the strength, the speed, and the stamina that had been drilled into our bodies for years. This wasn’t just brute force. This was a lesson in real power, and we weren’t stopping until we had our fun.

“You know, we could do this all day,” I said, pressing him harder into the mat. His breaths were coming in ragged gasps now, muscles trembling under the strain. “But you’re already getting tired, aren’t you?” I whispered, squeezing his wrist tighter until I felt his whole body flinch.

My boyfriend laughed, pulling him forward just to throw him back down, effortlessly. “Pathetic,” he muttered, moving in again to pin him down with a knee to his chest, keeping him completely at our mercy. We were toying with him now, dragging out his humiliation just because we could.

And the best part? We loved every second of it. Watching this big guy, who thought he was so strong, break down under our combined strength was more satisfying than anything.

“We could go for hours,” my boyfriend said, wiping a strand of hair from his face, completely unfazed while the guy beneath us struggled just to breathe. “But I think you get the point.”

We let him go—slowly, letting him feel the weight of what just happened. As he staggered to his feet, clearly shaken, we shared another kiss—longer this time, just to rub it in.

Because the truth? We’re stronger. And no matter how big you are, when it comes to us, you never stand a chance.

Overpowering him lit a blazing fire between us, the adrenaline making every glance burn hotter. The excitement pulsed through our veins, leaving us hungry, insatiable—ready to take that raw power and stamina back home, where we’d unleash it on each other for a long, wild night that neither of us would soon forget.

Take a good look, boy. This is what real power looks like—nothing but raw muscle, every inch of me built to dominate. I’m standing here in nothing but my underwear, and I know you can’t tear your eyes away.

These muscles are massive, carved from years of hard work, and they’re all on display just to remind you how small and weak you are. Now, get on your knees. I said, kneel. You don’t deserve to stand in my presence, not when I’m towering over you like this. My legs could crush you, my chest could smother you, and my arms could snap you in half without breaking a sweat.

I’m bigger, stronger, and more powerful than you could ever imagine. And now, since you know your place, get down there and worship my feet. That’s right—barefoot and ready for you to show some respect. Kiss them, lick them, and don’t stop until I’m satisfied. You’re beneath me in every way, and nothing drives that home more than you on your knees, groveling at my feet. Know your place, boy, and remember—you’re here to serve me

I step out of the car, the warm breeze carrying the familiar scent of the countryside as I take in the sight of the family reunion. It’s been a few years since the last one, and I remember it clearly—mostly because I spent that day picking on my younger cousins. Back then, they were all skinny, easy targets, and I was the big guy who loved to show off my strength.

But as I turn around, ready to greet them with the same old grin, I’m stopped in my tracks. Standing in front of me are my three cousins, but they’re not the scrawny kids I remember. They’re shirtless, and each of them looks like they’ve been carved out of stone. Muscles ripple across their broad chests, their arms thick with power, and their abs chiseled like marble. It’s like I’m staring at three walking mountains.

One of them steps forward, a smirk on his face. "Hey, remember us?" he says, his voice deep and filled with confidence. "You used to throw us around like we were nothing. Thought you were the big man at the last reunion, didn’t you?"

The second cousin laughs, flexing a bicep that looks like it could bend steel. "Well, guess what? We’ve been putting in some work, and we’ve been looking forward to this. It’s payback time, big cousin."

The third cousin, the tallest and most imposing of the three, steps even closer, his eyes locking onto mine with a grin that’s both playful and threatening. His shoulders are as wide as a doorframe, and his chest seems to expand with every breath. "You’re not the biggest guy here anymore—not by a long shot," he says, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. "Hope you’re ready to see what it’s like to be on the other side."

Suddenly, the confidence I walked in with feels like it’s evaporating. These three aren’t the same kids I used to push around—they’ve grown into something much bigger, much stronger, and they’re ready to settle the score.

He had everything, a top 500 company, a beautiful wife, a mansion. The only thing he just could not have was a son or daughter. He tried to get his wife pregnant for years, through expensive procedures nothing worked. His seed was bad.

In the last session a nurse told the wife about having another man would have more luck. She said they recently had a man from the military for testing and his sperm is off the charts potent. The amount of healthy swimmers in his cum was 100%, and had 300 times more swimmers in it than average. He filled four cups with his load. The wife got his contact, and would discuss it with her husband.

Back home there wasn’t much discussion, this was going to happen. The husband did want to be present by the entire process. So the wife contacted him, it turned out the natural insemination would be best. He had no history of medical issues which could be hereditary. The next cycle of the wife would be in two weeks, he would be coming over then.

The day had come, the wife opened the door and met him in. She was shocked, as was the husband. They been so busy with the medical diseases they never bothered to ask about his physical appearance. The bull they invited is a giant, standing 7.2 feet tall. Looking muscled all over, wide and heavy. The wife immediately looked at her husband, she knew he is going to wreck her.

He is a real gentleman, talked soothing and calmed any nerves there were. He commanded respect and authority as he talked, he would not mind having the husband present for insemination would be a precious moment for them too. He would like to have the husband naked beside the bed on his knees. The wife’s only thought was about finally having a baby in her, and her thoughts it would not be her husbands genes just faded. Now she had a better baby daddy, big and strong.

As they walked to the bedroom, he continued about how he will first get to eat her out. It would be better if the wife got really in the mood, horny, and had an orgasm or before he starts. It would increase the odds. He then said it also helps to get himself in her, because then she would be able to stretch out further and wet enough to not experience much pain. The husband got the great task to encourage both of them, keeping the fire burning by any means until the load is inside.

As they entered the bedroom he took off his tank top. Both just stared at him, this buff man was had sixpack abs. He looked amazing and much stronger now, as he got the wife in bed. Slowly pulling away her pants and underwear. He licked her clit, then proceeded to eat her pussy. The raw feeling of his breath on her parts, the fur on his lips and the big tongue licking her clit and working its way in, all too good. The husband watched as he saw his wife enjoy every second of it, unsure if he ever saw her this pleased before.

The wife reached to the bulls head, but the moment she touched him he grabbed her hand and moved it back on the side of her body. He kept it there, holding it in place. The wife began to whimper and move more. Her legs trembling, she came. At that moment the bull stood up, telling her she is ready now. As the wife came back from her high she could see the bull had began to undo his pants. Then his underwear. Only to see why he mentioned she had to he really ready for him. The bull pulled his already erect cock out.

There he stood, towering on the side of the bed, the wife on the edge with her legs open and her pussy, it ready, wet and hungry. The bull with his 12 inch long cock and 9 inch in circumference, a legit wine bottle shaped cock without the head peace, just the thickest part of it going down to base. He stood there, a big drip of pre flowing from the tip. The wife swallowed, then looked at her husband. She told him she loves him, and then asked if he had ever seen sized like that. The bull chuckles, as he grabbed both the wife’s legs and pulled it more to the edge and spread them. Then one hand he used to direct his tool right against the tight entrance of her cunt. The bull looked at her, then at the husband, then as he looked at him he slowly entered the wife.

She started to show discomfort, the bull ordered the husband to comfort her. The husband told the wife she can do it, the wife in pain as slowly the bull pushed more of himself inside of her. The bull took a step closer, and increased his speed of going in. His cock now halfway in the bull stopped for a moment. He told the wife to relax and breath, let your body adjust to it. He told the husband to come closer and lick his wife clit. He did just that, getting to lick that clit as a massive meat is just below going in. The bull used now his hand to direct the husband his face to pleasure that clit, guiding it around. It did the trick as the bull could feel the wetness increasing and less tightening around his meat, steadily he pushed in further until his whole cock is in. He pushed away the husband and told him to sit back on his knees.

The bull carefully began to thrust, starting with tiny movements and slowly increasing them. The wife whimpering in a mix of pain and pleasure, the pain slowly fading as more of her body began to accept this invading force. The bull looked at the husband, making a face expression of total enjoyment and continued to increase the amount of going out and back in. For a while he did that, until he could just pull it completely out and ram it back in. The way her pussy stayed open after doing that several times showed how good her body can adjust to take him. The bull complimented the wife with how good she can take a real cock. He began fucking her, thrusting in her.

The bull fucked her for a while like that, the wife drooling and her eyes rolling back. She enjoyed it at last. The bull stopped as he thrusted balls deep. He ordered the husband to bring his backpack, the bull began making very short thrusting movements until the husband brought the backpack. There the bull opened and took two vials, and two needles and placed them next to the wife. The first one he took is for her, he told the husband it was given by the doctor to help with the fertility. What the husband didn’t know and the bull neglected to tell him was that it is a mix of powerful hormones. Which would result considering the wife has no issues with her fertility it will boost it massively. It means she will release not one egg tonight but several, and after that the chance of those fertilized eggs splitting for twins is significantly high as well, triplets are almost guaranteed. Also in the mixture are some boost to the sexdrive, making her more hungry for seed and cock also energizing ingredients making sure she will be awake and going for a whole night.

The bull then took the second vial and jabbed himself with it. To which he didn’t not explain what it did to the husband. That mixture however would is going to boost his stamina, with it pumping in him he is ready and going for a whole night. His cock will be and stay rock hard without any effort as it might be after a good hour of pounding, with this that will not be an issue. The last part is that he will be more primal, and put his nuts in overdrive. His cock slowly became more erect, as powerful thick veins reached the surface of it as it expanded somewhat more.

The husband watched as he saw the bull and his wife expression turning less intelligent and more primal. Then the bull and the wife violently got close to each other and kissed. The bull then pushed her back down and started ramming his cock hard in her. She just moaned in excitement, screaming fuck yes make me yours. He could see the bull his mindless grin, as he just brutally used his wife.

He saw his wife getting fucked in so many positions, more than he could count. In his mind images of his wife enjoying another man’s cock are seared into it. She never ever been so happy. He could see the body of the bull being glistening in sweat, he slowly began to be turned on by him as well. As the bull noticed his presence he lunged towards the husband and pulled his head towards him. He ordered the husband to clean his body from sweat. Then to start licking his pits and nipples. The wife still taking the pounding as the bull kept going without showing a sign of slowing down.

It started to be light once again outside, the room itself smelled like a mix of sex and sweat. The bull and the wife both drenched in it, the drug keeping the bull from cumming began to wear off. It was designed like that, the wife’s body completely ready to take every bit of seed he is about to shoot in her.

The bull climbed on her, missionary he kissed her. His cock as deep as it could get. She begged him to get her pregnant, and finally her eyes widened. She could feel it throb as a big burst entered her, that massive cock now a hose flooding her pussy with hot seed. His heavy body on top, his tongue down her throat all she could was taking it until the last drop. He just kept blasting more and more, the husband watched. He could see the base of his cock and balls throbbing and he knew what was happening. He looked at the time two times, the first time when it began and the second time when the unloading subsided. The bull filled her for 18 minutes long, he rolled over making the wife being on top. Then the husband saw the aftermath, she already looked pregnant with how womb stretched out with his cum. It looked like she might been 9 months already, her belly showing stretch marks. The bull didn’t pull out, his cock lodged in her cunt. He then looked exhausted at the husband, he ordered him to lick and clean any spillage as they both gather their strength. The wife immediately out and sleeping, her head on his big muscled chest. Her arms around his sweaty strong body. The bull wrapped his arms around her body, then closed his eyes. They both slept for 12 hours as his massive cock now acted like a plug to keep the seed in her.

….

10 months later the wife and husband had 7 babies to take care off. The bull fathered 4 boys and 3 girls. The boys all had grown much taller already than boys should be that age. They both knew they were going to be big men like their father.

The bull, he is coming over in 3 months. He is bringing in a new batch of babies. After that, he will become more active in the children’s lives. Staying in their mansion, time will tell how much more will be born from that arrangement.