Seedmaker: Galactic Stud – Chapters 5-6

 Chapter 5: White Morning of the Rising Stud

 

Seedmaker Roberto didn’t know exactly when he woke up. Every single day up until his release into that paradise, the dashing stud always had such a perfect control of his organism: he needed no clocks or alarms to wake up on time, even as early as his earliest childhood, when he was merely a five feet tall, 600-pounds-of-muscle broad-chested and washboard-abs’ed rising prodigy. Even in his deepest of dreams—and the stud did indeed dream like no other creature could, getting more rest in one hour of sleep than any animal got in months of hibernation—the stud had a perfect grasp of the time. In the very middle of his sleep, one could whisper to him, in his ears, a new time for waking up—changes of schedule, for example—and he would wake up on the new time impeccably, never having missed one single beat of his own system.

Roberto, just like all Seedmakers had a perfect and flawless control of his organism. He could make his penis rise and ejaculate on command, as well as cease ejaculating even at the highest of horniest times. He could trigger orgasms in a female by merely touching her on the shoulders, as well as triggering on himself the same orgasms by just closing his eyes and willing them into existence. The stud’s complete mastery of his own self, predictably, led to his total dominion over others, and it wasn’t a surprise how, even when sex was somehow completely taken out of the equation, this stud’s near divine degree of self-knowledge and self-control, as well as his ever calm, ever confident demeanor made him the most attractive thing in the Universe—something that, like the sun, everyone sought to get close to and move around for the pleasure of bathing in his godly light.

A life-giving light! Seedmaker Roberto, just like all Seedmakers, was life itself. Many commented that females were the ones with power, for they had in their bodies the machines that literally born out life into existence. Next to a Seedmaker, though, all such reasonings came to naught: wombs belonged to no woman, but to a Seedmaker alone. He snapped his fingers, *boom*, the womb was his. The fact that females laid on their backs and spread their legs without ask or context just by seeing a Seedmaker from afar was proof of this: the Seedmakers were the ultimate disseminators of Life in the Universe. Women merely rented their wombs from them, and at any time, for whatever reason, the Seedmakers could always demand their wombs back—and they would have been completely in the right of doing so, no matter how much pain they caused a woman.

Roberto was god. On that planet, however, and with that newly acquired freedom, his godhood was tested. Roberto didn’t know exactly when he woke up. As soon as his consciousness returned to him, he felt, in the barometers and thermometers of his body, that many days had passed. More days than he expected to pass in unproductive freedom, just enjoying himself and delaying his task until he could no longer.

More shocking, though: the Seedmaker could not exactly pinpoint how many days he had spent sleeping. “Hmm... hmm, gods... gods in heaven...” The earth trembled with his murmurs. The god was conscious, but also... weak?? He wanted to wake up, but somehow couldn’t. He felt more and more of his muscles returning to his control, the nerves and neural bridges being rebuilt and reconnected as more and more blood pumped at greater, faster speeds in his system. His body was literally booting up... and such a painful, slow, long process never happened except with the oldest Seedmakers literally days away from their deathbeds.

A Seedmaker lived potently and studly until the end of his lifespan, which went from thirty-five to forty years old. Sometimes, more rarely, a Seedmaker lived past the forty. The oldest recorded Seedmaker (or at least the oldest Seedmaker they had been allowed to know) had lived to forty-six. ‘Til the very end of his days, a Seedmaker was wild and thick and broad and potent like a teenager, just as horny and fecund as his prime bullish years. Sure, yeah, there was a major drop in sexual activity (and potence overall) after those prime days were over, but after such a drop there was little decline thereafter, and if a Seedmaker wanted to stop breeding, he would stop breeding not because of lack of strength, but quite simply because of a lack of will. Even for the horniest, proudest Seedmakers, it was hard to keep on breeding madly and wildly past their thirty-five. The touch of death made them quite vulnerable, and nature herself seemed to ask them to cool down and enjoy their golden years in peace.

Roberto stood there, taking deep breaths, opening his eyes and seeing... nothing! «This is bad.» The god of muscles and semen thought. «This is quite very bad.» He could feel his surroundings, yet not interact with them. He could feel a cold, rough, stony surface at the tip of his fingers and along parts of his palm, but he couldn’t close this palm and grope it for more information. His chest hurt and ached, like he had blades penetrating him from under his (huge and hard) nipples. The god breathed normally, effortlessly, but also felt that this breathing added no strength or actual control to his body. He could feel himself while not being able to do anything with his body. Uniquely, indeed; for the very first time in his life, that god of cock and muscles felt a total dissociation between his mind and his body; between his will and his capacity for action. «I hope I haven’t fried any nerve in me.» In so thinking, the god closed his eyes and... waited. He simply waited. He waited for his strength to return and prayed that his capacity for action was not forever lost.

Time passed. He could count it: one hour, two hours, three hours and forty-six minutes... he could count it precisely, and after these three hours and forty-six minutes he felt—«Oh, finally!»—the sapling of life returning to his fingers: he moved them, curled them, closed his hands into tight fists, then, a couple of minutes later (twelve minutes and eighteen seconds) he lifted up his arms and felt... “Oooooh!!!” Oh, the muscle! Oh, the delicious rumble and stretching of his huge, thick muscles! Though depleted and knocked out deeper than any time before (by a wiiiide margin!), the god still had the most amazing muscles ever! Opening his eyes, he saw something resembling shapes and rough primary colors. “Hmm. What a pity.” Bringing his right arm over his face, he moved his biceps closer to his nose and gave it many powerful, desirous sniffs. “Good morning, baby.” Kissing ‘em biceps, quickly at first, then deeply and loudly thereafter, one huge sucking, popping kiss after the other, the god moved on to the next arm. “God, you’re gorgeous.” Licking the biceps, Roberto felt its sturdy surface, harder than the walls of the heavens. The veins popped and curled around the immense, turgid surface. The beast stud plopped one of them in his mouth and munched on it; not lightly or kindly, like a very narcissistic bodybuilder would make out with his own biceps, but ruthlessly and violently, really biting the hell out of that vein and making a mess out of his arm. Still, however voracious were his eatings, the huge and swollen vein remained sturdy, godly. The titan stud could do no meaningful damage to his own body even if he wanted to, and the fact that he still stood there, fresh and bulging and muscular as a young bull even after an orgasm that (surely) would have sapped the energy off from an entire planet’s population was testament to his godly power.

“I am such a god.” He uttered calmly and gravely. Every utterance of his voice, of course, was graver than a whale’s call. He moved his massive hands to his abs and there he remained touching and fumbling the awesome muscles. “God, how hot my muscles are.” He slid his palm all over the crevices of those enormous, ripped abdominals, then raised them to the base of his humongous pectorals. “What a god... god... I’m such a god. A god stud. Fuck.”

Feeling the heat and the boiling in his crotch, he really desired he could make a copy of himself and fuck it. The desire to lay with another Seedmaker had always been there. The endless parade of virile, muscular bodies up and down, here and there, and the overflowing testosterone, oh, the smell of pure manhood of the common halls... it was enough to “give ideas” to the manliest of them. “If the surveillance of the Masters wasn’t so absolute and their rules so restrictive, a Seedmaker would probably...” He lay there, talking to himself, and in talking he came to a realization: “Hmm. If given the option, us Seedmakers would only mate with one another. Whether our sperm is so powerful as to conduct the miracle of birth on a male body...” He fumbled his lower abdominals harder, groping the zone beneath which a womb should be. “Unlikely, but not entirely out of the question. Our semen is the most powerful thing in the Universe. I wouldn’t be surprised...”

He stopped, then chuckled. The ground shook and shook and shook! “Anyway, doesn’t matter. If we were given the option, we would probably only lay with one another. It’s been such a long time, basically since forever, since I laid with any creature worth my mighty penis.” He spoke more often and more openly about himself in grandiose terms. No grandiosity, of course, would ever come to match the true reality of a truly godly body. Still, it was an uncommon thing to him. The airs of freedom acted in ways deeper than merely the carnal temptations. “A Seedmaker is so hot. So hot! Often I wondered what it would be like to challenge one of my brothers to a sexual battle and... finally... go all-out on each other.” His heart throbbed more slowly, yet much more powerfully. He gulped heavy and hard. A fire was rising. “Those hot, hard bodies.”

He bit his lower lips. What a fat, juicy, gorgeous lip it was! With his huge tongue, he moistened that lip, and sucking it and biting here and there he felt, once again, as he did feel with every little inch of his body... “The pure power and masculine wealth of a Seedmaker.” Raising one arm, he gave it the gentlest flex. *BROOM!!!* Every gorgeous muscle of that veiny, virile thing boomed, enough to make his heart pound and his breath lose its pace. “What I wouldn’t do to fuck one of them. To kiss their arms—arms like this one—to fondle their cocks, to lay kisses on them...”

*Wroom!!* The giant stud smiled. “Well, hello there.” A powerful surge of energy came from his crotch. “Finally awake I see.” His immense mega cock, flaccid as it could be, answered with the emission of a huge arm-sized pellet of precum. The god closed his eyes and shivered, experiencing those immense bursts of power that flowed throughout his body like waves of condensed testosterone.

“Hmm! So good!” Lowering his hands, he gave the base of his penis a mighty grab. “Looking strong and sturdy as always.” With his enormous pectorals bulging and roaring, the gorgeous male began to fumble his almighty penis at its base, encircling its girth whole with his hands and seeing that another full hand would have been needed to fully encompass the massive thing. “I wish one Seedmaker could penetrate me with such a mighty penis. To get their semen deep into my guts... to overflow with them...” Flashes of hundreds of thousands of breedings came to his mind. “To make my belly swell as they pump gallons, so many gallons of the thickest, most virile seed inside of me, to the point of making the cum surge to my throat...”

He moved one hand up, groping the immensely thick neck. “And then keep cumming and cumming and cumming until the hot semen flowed up to my mouth, made it full and my cheeks bulge with the hot stuff, and then forced me to puke it up as load after load after load kept coming, endlessly virile, so powerful and mighty.” He smirked. “I did that with so many women when I was finally authorized to breed. Only problem, of course, was taking care to not kill the poor things when transforming them into glorified extensions of our mega pricks. Of course...” He bit his lips, breathed in deep, and groped one pectoral hard, pinching his enormous, hard nipple while his other hand stroked his cock. “A Seedmaker has no risk of dying. We’re gods, each and every one of us, and only gods can fuck gods. I wonder...”

He felt (or feared) it was futile letting his mind float into dreams he knew were unlikely to become a reality. “I am here.” He answered, defiantly. “In paradise.” A paradise that, due to his blurred vision, he still quite couldn’t see again. “Against all odds.” Then an idea came to his mind; “If I perform well... if I catch this invader quickly... I wonder if I can ask the Masters for three or four Seedmakers to make me company in this paradise. Us boys always wanted to breed and make love to one another.” His mind traveled fondly to the hard, ultra-mega-muscular bodies of his companions. “Ricardo. Reynolds. Stronda. Leo. The only thing that kept us apart from each other... that kept us... from...”

A deep breath. The monster shivered. *Wroom-wrooom-wroom...!* The stony surface under his back creaked a little. It was too much power, too much weight even when the stud was only experiencing a very slight orgasm. “God, how savagely we would have torn through each other’s bodies if we could! Stronda and Leo are in their thirty-five now. They’re rebellious, like me, and no longer perform to the Masters’ expectations.” So thinking, he went on dreaming, and the base and upper half surface of his mega prick was always warm under the intense fondling of his hands. “The Master have little use to them. They might fear a union of three (old) Seedmakers, but what fear can resist their strength of at least four thousand uber-strong super males—including all the Great Fifty who are undyingly loyal to the tyrants.”

Casting his gaze up to the skies, he wondered what time of the day it was. His sight was still blurry and mostly monochrome. He could see, however, a very dim blue covering the entirety of the dome. “Must be day. Hmm.” He realized it was useless trying to force his body beyond its limits. “Oh, look at that: beyond its limits!” His heart pounded. His penis squirmed so hard it cracked the stone it was resting on. “I, a Seedmaker, have exhausted myself to the point of invalidity!” Though his senses were all scrambled, he felt instinctively that... “Fuck. Three days!” His eyes became wide and big. “I have slept for three days?”

He cast again his gaze towards the sky. The blue was dim, but... a little less dim than before. “I wonder if they’re spying on me.” He smiled. “If I rebel, they will send Seedmakers after me. Powerful ones. Seedmakers who outrank me in power and strength (as well as breeding capabilities) by sometimes twenty to one. It would be a bloodbath, but...” He bit his lower lip. “Also hot. I wonder... before the Seedmaker killed me, I wonder...” He groped his tits harder and harder. “Fuck, my pecs are so swollen! Fuck, I am so hot! So hot! Such a stud!” He cleared his throat. The stone was creaking and cracking with every stronger throb of his enormous penis. “I wonder if we could grope each other’s bodies and... I don’t know...” He dreamed and smiled. “Feel each other’s muscles before he killed me. I don’t know, I...” Biting and biting lips! Again and again and again! “I could even strike a bargain with him: I go down without a fight... so long as you fuck me in the ass.”

The grip of his heavy hand on his cock became tremendous once more. “You can kill me, I would say, by fucking me. By pumping so much seed into me even I, a Seedmaker, would die for lack of air. Oooh...!” Unbeknownst to him, his strokes were becoming less fondles and more open jerkings of his mega prick. The beast cock throbbed and hardened, but overall remained mostly flaccid—yet what an awesome sight it was, oh, that enormous prick getting even just slightly more enormous, fatter and heavier beyond any person’s comprehension.

An anatomy such as that one should not be possible! “Hmmmrm...!” The earth rumbled as the God enjoyed himself. “Imagine one Seedmaker like Stallion, that god stud, fucking me so hard he tears me up limb by limb. I’m a Seedmaker, therefore a supreme male. Therefore... I love violence. Even if this gory violence is turned against my body.”

He heard his breaths. It was intoxicating! “I want to be fucked so hard in my anus by such a massive, more powerful cock that, after a single hour of the most thorough breeding of my life, I will feel my hips crack and my legs go limp. Thurst after thrust, the giant will sap the energy of my limbs, then tear his way through my guts, fucking me like a machine gun, and then...”

*Wroom!* His penis jolted. *Crack!* The crevice on the rock it laid upon grew bigger and wider. “Then he ejaculates. And given we’re talking about a man like Stallion, his ejaculation sure would pierce my body whole like a laser. Actual lasers, of course, can never do this.” His muscles shivered and rumbled with expectation. “His semen, a single load will!” He bit his lips and jerked himself off more voraciously. “I never touched a superior penis. Never touched a penis at all. Imagine a giant stud like Stallion, with his nine feet of height and more muscles in one buttock than I have in my entire body... oh, god, imagine! Him and his fifty-inch super cock... pounding me and pounding me... ooorh... and fucking me rough until he tears me up limb by limb oh my fucking...” He shivered. “FUCKING!!!”

*Gluurgh!* Hot semen erupted from his prick. The snake was very flaccid, yet it made little difference: after (probably) three days of unconsciousness, his superb balls were brimming with semen, and the thought of homosexual breeding with one of the mightiest Seedmakers around brought them to pump and expel about three gallons worth of semen onto the rock. *Splat! Splat!* The hot stud listened to his hot stuff splash on something sturdy, rocky... and dry.

“Hmm.” He pondered more often as he got to feel more and more of his body: “I’m dry.” His hands perused the hard, muscular surface of his body, feeling in it not one drip of his mega semen. “I’m also... laying on a rock of sorts.” He turned his palms down and touched and patted on the rocky surface he was lying on. “I wonder what happened.” Lifting his head, the monster felt an incredible... “Uuurgh!” ... pain on his pectorals! “Fucking hell!” He smiled and felt short of breath. “I almost came my soul out, holy shit!”

Smiling like a silly child, the stud waited for more of his strength to return. It took him another three hours and thirty-six minutes, but indeed his sight returned in full, with the strength of his muscles nor too long to come. The monster looked at the sky and assumed it was midday. “A most gorgeous sky with more beautiful clouds I couldn’t conceive.” He smiled, getting to truly feel the paradisical nature of that world.

Lifting up his head and his chest a little more, the stud tried to catch a glimpse of his surroundings—and the little he saw was enough to... “Oh. Ooh...!”

*Boom!* He laid his back again on the rock. The surface cracked under the might of his muscles. The little he had seen, you see, was enough to strike fear into his own heart. “Holy... holy...!” His biceps bulged as he lifted his hands up to his head. His hair was a gorgeous auburn mane. Its texture on his fingers never failed to bring calm to his heart and make him cool and relax. “Holy... oh, god... oh, me...!” His heart, however, resisted the call for peace. Every exclamation was followed by a sharp breath and a powerful thud on his chest.

Could a man really ejaculate that much? “Holy mother of fucks!” He didn’t think twice before lowering his hand to his enormous genitals and trying to reach his balls. “You were really needy weren’t you?” The gigantic pair of colossal testicles gurgled and jolted, sending semen up his shaft. He felt the turgid thing getting even fatter and more swollen. The semen, however, didn’t flow all the way through, but stopped midway and then receded. “God. I’m a god.” He flexed and pumped. “I’m such a god!”

He waited. It took another hour and fourteen minutes for his muscles to fully recover. Now in perfect control of his old self, the monster stayed there, laying with his back on the rock and readying his hard for whatever he was about to see. “Did I really ejaculate like such a god?” Terror and excitement danced in equal tune in his heart. His muscles were swelling with waves of power, and his perfect whiteish skin was experiencing goosebumps all around.

With mighty roars of his muscles, feeling his ultra-hard abdominals bulge and swell, the god lifted up his back and, looking around, surveyed his masterpiece. “Holy...” The sound of his heart in his ears. Oh! They were war drums readying him for battle. “Holy...” The scent invaded his nostrils. It was literally the most masculine thing he had ever smelled. “Holy...” His eyes moved here and there, and all they saw was just one thing. “Fuck!” All they saw was white.

The giant stood up. It seemed that at some point during his ejaculations, the monster had either dragged himself up to a mighty pillar of stone, where he remained laying until his orgasms petered out, or that his penis, by ejaculating so hard, had pushed him all the way up to that rocky pillar. Whatever the cause of his new location, it allowed him a wide view of the forest surrounding it, and everywhere he took his eyes to he saw white, white, white.

The area where he’d first laid was destroyed. Nothing but a valley of smelly semen remained. The trees had either been pulverized or destroyed or blasted away by his mighty cum, which had been plentiful enough to create there a deep and boiling lake of virile magma. He couldn’t quite be sure of it, but it seemed the thick lake of his spunk was at least a hundred feet in diameter. He couldn’t know the depth, but judging by the trees that remained intact beyond this lake’s shore, he would surmise it was some three to five feet. A decent load, though not by any means his most violent ejaculation ever.

Nay. What impressed him, oh, what truly shocked him was all the scene around said lake of semen. Farther enough from the source of his first ejaculations, the forest had survived the power of his cum—yet not one single leaf went untouched or unbesmirched by it. His orgasms had been so strong they caked the trees and made them white popsicles of his semen everywhere his eyes could see.

Well, okay, perhaps not so much: for about a mile the semen stretched in every direction, coating the crowns of the trees, sliding on their trunks, dripping from their branches into lakes of cum beneath, and just overall making a mess of semen everywhere. For a one-mile radius, the forest looked as if ten virile studs were locked together in a tiny room with nothing but each other and porn material to distract themselves with. Given enough time, every single inch of this room would have been coated by their semen, and the mess and filth would look like (albeit on a micro scale) that forest after Roberto’s ejaculation.

Laying his huge hands on his wide, powerful hips, the ultra-male smiled. “We are such gods.” He lowered one of his enormous hands—really! His hands were absolutely fucking huge!—to his mega testicles and gave them gentle fondles.

The testicles responded by contracting brutally and rising up until clashing against his iron buttocks. “Oooh-oh-oooh!!” The monster boomed, and for a second the energy felt sapped from his legs. *Glooorgh!* The most obscene load of cum emerged from his turgid prick, splattering on the surface as if a literal dump of cum had been turned on it, then sliming down slowly and hotly, exuding the fumes of a sperm from the gods. “Quiet. Quiet down, my mighty balls.” The god fondled his testicles a little more harshly. He was proud, yes, but also a little weary that his genitals took so much control over him.

Taking deep breaths, the god felt the pure masculinity he’d coated the forest with. “Not even in the days when us Seedmakers were all gathered in bathrooms of our gyms, naked and manly and virile, huge cocks swinging everywhere, the least endowed of us still having fifteen inches of flaccid dick as thick as an arm, did I smell so much virility as I do now.” His chest boomed. Pride was glazing in his face.

“This planet is mine.” He had coated it as his property. Marked it as thoroughly as he did a woman’s womb. “No. Not so thoroughly.” Beyond that mile of semen, the forest remained mostly unchanged. All animals had run away, yes, and the mountains that surrounded that immense valley were now devoid of snow. Either because of the heat of his semen, which produced a constant steam of pure virility making his sight rather hazy in that area, or because of his powerful booms and thrusts creating earthquakes that shook all the snow away, the mountains were now naked, and they looked very weird as huge grey stones devoid of any white coating.

“Hah. All the trees have been coated in white while all the mountains stripped of their coating.” The monster gloated, clapping his hands and getting ready to start the day. It was only by feeling the wind against his body and the steam of his semen condensing on his skin, however, that he became aware of his nakedness. “Oh, no.” He looked up to the main lake of cum where it had all started. “I wonder if I can find it!”

He had come to that planet with a single bag containing some clothes. He had specifically requested it, and now he didn’t even have the unipiece he had torn up so thoroughly with his first fondlings of himself, those preceding his most powerful of orgasms.

Taking a leap, the monster sank shamelessly on his own lake of cum. “God!” It was much, much deeper than he had first estimated: from heel to scalp Roberto measure an enviable seven feet and six inches in height, and upon landing on the cum lake he felt his powerful semen rising up to his upper chest. “Good god! Good me!” Groping his muscles, then waddling painfully slow on the lake of semen, Roberto realized that it only got deeper as he went on!”

The forest was not anywhere as deep or hollowed like that around the lake. Thinking about his situation, with his semen rising up to his cheek, Roberto concluded that “well, my orgasms were so powerful that I did push myself deeper into the ground every time my god penis ejaculated.” Turning around, he realized that even for himself, a Seedmaker, waddling through that thick cum would be too much effort for little reward. He spoke aloud as made out for the risen pillar of stone. “This pillar itself wasn’t here when I started. I wonder if, with my potent ejaculations, I had cratered the ground deep enough to create this huge lake while also pushing a lot of nearby stone up. My thrusts into the earth possibly forced some rocky layers sideways and up, and this huge pillar... yes.”

He stopped. He was getting actually tired of swimming on that thick-as-fuck lake of ball tar! He turned around and felt, indeed, that a couple of feet ahead lay his first resting spot—that where he had begun to shoot his first pellets of cream. “I was laying somewhere around here, a dozen feet ahead, and my back was turned here, where his massive pillar of rock stands.” He turned around once more and painfully waddled through the cream. “I probably came and came and came so hard that thrust after thrust this pillar rose, and eventually, as I passed out, my ejaculations pushed my body upwards.” The rock had a smooth inclination, like the central shard of a sun clock. “I literally came my way up to safety.”

Groping his muscles, he now felt every inch of himself caked on his own cream. “I was dry up there. The cum doesn’t seem to reach beyond a couple of feet into the rock.” Laying his hands on the rocky surface, he huffed and puffed and made his muscles boom as he pulled himself out of the immense cream. Only a Seedmaker could outbreed another Seedmaker. Only the cum of a Seedmaker could offer any resistance or challenge to those breeders of heaven!

Pulling himself out, the god stud sat on the stud, looking at the huge lake of his own cum. “I probably came hard enough to push the cum out of my body.” Looking down, he felt a tremendous fire sizzling on the bottom of his godly testicle. *Wrooom! Wroom!* The massive pair of ultra-heavy eggs swooned and swelled, churning gallons upon gallons of ultra-virile seed. The sight of his own uber muscular, super masculine, and supremely virile body all covered in seed was... “Fuck. No.” His penis was slowly rising. He held it back with one hand. “No. Please, no.” He looked around, seeing so much cum everywhere. “Nor again. Not so soon.”

He had spent three days unconscious, he was now certain of it. Three days unconscious, yet his virile sperm was still literally boiling! A Seedmaker’s seed was literally indestructible. It could be ejaculated into the vacuum of space and it would not lose its liquid, gel-like form. In fact, it would suffer nothing at all! It would remain as potent and virile as any semen ejaculated under any atmosphere, and it could traverse the cold of space for years while losing only little of its heat.

The lake of cum was still boiling and it would probably be boiling... for all eternity? Scooping handfuls of his thick cream from his pecs, the god watched the virile broth on his palm. With the aid of his superhuman sight, he could see the virile sperm cells waddling about like oversized tadpoles. A normal person with normal sight, actually, would have seen the ceaseless, virile activity of those mega cells by only bringing their face close enough to the broth.

A seedmaker’s sperm was literally tens of thousands of times bigger than their normal male counterparts. There were very few females who could produce eggs bigger than a single Seedmaker’s sperm cell. Their reproduction, whenever compatible, happened with the Seedmaker’s spermatozoid taming and squeezing the female egg with its tail, then fertilizing it with only a portion of its genetic code. Being so oversized and powerful, a single sperm cell contained enough genetic material for literally one thousand to ten thousand fecundations. That is to say a single Seedmaker spermatozoid could, all by itself, fertilize up to a thousand different female eggs—and it’s been reported that the sperm cells of the strongest Seedmakers, like Stallion or Bull or GoS (the God of Studs), could easily colonize a hundred thousand eggs on their own.

If the virility of his sperm cells meant that, as a drawback, the concentration of his semen wouldn’t be so great, then perhaps the reproduction game would have been a little fairer. However, these were the Seedmakers! There was no fairness when a Seedmaker was involved! Instead of being less concentrated than regular sperm, a Seedmaker’s semen was more concentrated by a factor of hundreds! A regular male from a very virile species would have decently-sized spermatozoids at a density of 200 million per milliliter of spunk. The weakest, least potent Seedmaker ever recorded scored 50 billion per milliliter. The average Seedmaker? About 450 billion.

Roberto lowered his hand to his gigantic testes. Groping and fondling them, he felt a swell of male pride on his pecs. By groping the turgid surface of his oversized testes, he could feel in his palm the sheer virility of his sperm swimming and waddling inside their thick, heavy ducts. His latest sperm cound had been at 1.5 to 1.7 trillion sperms per milliliter. Stallion, the only Seedmaker of the Almighty Five he had ever personally met, was rumored to rank in the 20s of trillions.

“Gods, we are.” The super stud groped his heavy balls. Leaning forward, hearing the rippling sound of his abs flexing and hardening, the god held both testicles in his palms and weighed them. One and a half tonne for each testicle. All told, his genitals accounted for some twenty percent of his weight: five tonnes out of a 25,000-pound muscle bull. “God, I am so virile.”

If only Stallion were there, or even just his old friends—Ricardo, Reynold, Stronda... “If we were free, how hard wouldn’t we be breeding each other right now.” Dropping the balls, the god bull saw them crack through the stone beneath. The massive, over-swollen testicles were throbbing hard, and his sperm cells were visible through the surface of their skin. “Hmm. No wonder I’m thinking so hard about breeding.”

He looked around, sighing as the steam from the virile sperm on his body pierced his nostrils and made his eyes water. “Three days I have been unconscious. My unloading was the most powerful of my life, so my balls were sated for...” He lowered one palm upon a ball. He touched it, fondled it, read its desires and intents. “Hmm. Perhaps a full day. My testicles are burning with pain if I don’t unload for over an hour, so that they’ve spent some two days without release is... worrying.” In his blood, he felt the sperm cells swimming. His body was getting infected by his own semen and, mighty as a Seedmaker was, it wouldn’t be the brightest of ideas to have literal cum swimming around his lungs or heart.

Standing up, the god took two bunny leaps towards the top of the spire. As he landed, his tremendous weight seemed gone. A Seedmaker was not only a monster of weight and power, but also grace and agility when he saw fit. Whenever necessary, Roberto could activate what the Seedmakers called “feather feet” and then leap gracefully from tree top to tree top without as much as bending a single leaf.

As he stood atop the stone pillar, he scoured his surroundings. Semen was burning for a whole mile in every direction, but beyond this mile there were lakes and waterfalls and paradise oases ready for his insemination. “Hmm. Good enough.” He looked back to his lake of pure cum with pride and regret. “Too bad my clothes are lost for good. No hope of me finding that bag.”

Feeling the wind on his muscles, Roberto stood like a god atop that pillar. The sun on his back cast an overwhelming shadow upon the valley. The thirty-year-old bull looked like a god. A god and a lord. Lord of that planet that he began fertilizing with his seed. Lord of that planet that would soon enough be his by might and right. “I guess I should get going.” Roberto drew a deep breath. The scent...

The peculiar scent he had been feeling for quite a while! Not the scent of his cum—though his cum certainly made it much harder to pick up!—but the scent of... something not quite natural to that world. “Hmm. The invader.”

Roberto closed his eyes and sniffed the air some more. Trees, skies, animals, yes, yes, it was all there. But also... an alien scent. The scent of something that definitely did not belong to that world. Also, the scent of... it was the scent of... “God!” He opened his eyes. “Could this be...?”

...

...

No. It was too easy and too perfect. It just couldn’t be like that. He was lucky, yes, and as a Seedmaker he was arguably the luckiest creature in the Universe, but even with all his luck it just couldn’t be that the scent really meant what he thought it meant.

Roberto frowned and set the matter aside. “Today, I bathe. I ejaculate some more.” He spoke, grave and like a primate. “Tomorrow... I hunt. And ejaculate some more as well.” Bending his knees, making his ultra-thick thighs boomed with planet-cracking power, the god took one gentle breath and... *Swooosh!*

Off he was, flying through the air.

 

Chapter 6: The Spring

 

From the top of that stone pillar, about five miles away from his mighty lake of cum, Roberto had spotted the most paradisical spring imaginable just laying there, waiting for him. Unlike the other springs and lakes he’d spotted, numbering at the hundreds in that mighty valley, that one looked like the only one big enough to contain his power and virility.

Roberto wasn’t just going to bathe himself, after all. After cleaning the cum off his body, he was going to unload his balls onto the spring, painting as much as he could of it until his mighty testes were satisfied. It was not even a matter of male pride, but one of necessity: if his balls remained so turgid, he feared, the semen would begin seeping into his bloodstream. Well, it already had been seeping into it, but soon enough the situation would grow really problematic.

Again: he might not die from it, but it was never a good idea to have semen swimming in the bloodstream of your vein, Seedmaker or not.

The god leapt from the stone pillar and now made his way toward the spring in an arc across the air. It was rumored that some Seedmakers, like Stallion or Bull or Gos, could actually literally fly. That their command of the elements—not just on their body, but on the space around it as well—was so godly that they could manipulate them to lift their bodies off the ground and fly (or perhaps float) anywhere they wanted.

Roberto had tried many times to take flight. In some moments, he could really feel the aura of space around him, and how his heat, his body itself sort of manipulated it like a very gentle form of telekinesis. Alas, the god never really got close to taking flight—but his experiences during those attempts convinced him to never rule it out as a possibility, nor to discard the tales of flight from the Almighty Five as mere rumors, propaganda, or legends.

Like all Seedmakers, therefore, Roberto moved through great distances by taking mighty leaps. As he left the pillar of stone, the air itself barely moved around his massive body rising. He had all of his senses turned into “feather mode”, and so he lept without barely moving dust on the stone, and his valley of steaming semen was left untouched—a small shrine to that who was becoming the literal god of that planet.

Traveling through the air for about ten minutes, Roberto saw the spring get closer and closer as he descended upon it. With an elegant swirl several dozens of feet above it, Roberto added even more smoothness to his limbs and took his landing. *Swoom!* As his feet met the ground, the soil barely caved around them. “Good.” He looked up and approved of what he saw. “This will make for a good bath.”

The spring was not really a “spring”, but a gigantic lake surrounded by risen plateaus of stone and moss and vegetation, from which several gorgeous waterfalls fell. There were at least three great falls to be counted, with fifteen lesser ones all pouring into the great lake. The lake itself spread out into five different rivers, which themselves flowed outward from the valley and through the forests around them, connecting with the hundreds of other springs and lake Roberto had spotted back there on his pillar.

Stepping closer to the water, the god saw his reflection on the lake. “Cum. So much cum.” He groped his body and took gallons of thick semen on his palms. The flight had done little to nothing to remove the semen from his body. Being the thickest gel in the world, a Seedmaker’s seed could only really be washed away with special products carefully prepared by the Master with the use of female cum and pussy juices. The presence of female essence, it was said, “convinced” the semen to latch off whatever surface it was on and instead move on toward the substance. The sperm, after all, would always chase the egg—even though the egg, in this case, was an illusion. Mere sizzle instead of the real meat.

Dipping his humongous toes on the lake, he saw the water bubble upon contact. It wasn’t really just the semen that was too hot; his entire being was sizzling and steaming, even more so now when his balls were near a bursting point. “God, I feel it now!” The return of his nerves and of his control over his body also brought with them a growing pain around his crotch. He was getting more and more in tune with his body, and as the pleasure and ecstasy of his previous orgasm receded, the unpleasant realities of his present—like the turgid swelling of his balls—made itself felt more roughly than ever.

*Gloorck-glooorsh!!* His enormous testicles throbbed. Semen emerged from his prick, causing the god to instinctively grab it with both hands and squeeze it. *SPLAAT!* The gigantic load of cum, at least as big as a very thick leg, splashed hot and messily on the lake, and then an area of at least a hundred feet of the water began to steam, then bubble, then boil. “Hmm.” The god twisted his nose, gauging the entire valley again as if reconsidering his decision. “I don’t think this place is big enough.”

Nah. It was the biggest he could get. His balls were massive and swollen enough for him to waste any more time looking beyond the circle of mountains that chained that valley. Even if his release caused the utter ruination of that paradisical grove... who really would be there to judge?

That planet was his. Just like the womb of the 910,000 women he had seeded, it belonged to him and was his to use, abuse, and trash as he saw fit.

Dipping his toes one last time on the surface of the lake, the god stepped in. The water boiled violently upon contact with his feet, and then half the lake was steaming—and a good tenth of it literally boiling—a couple of seconds after the god stud had entered it. The contact of the water was chilling enough, though. Feeling refreshed and at home, the god began to clean himself whole.

He scooped buckets of the water with his palms and washed his face with it. His face and hair were the only parts of his body that weren’t drenched in semen. Still, a nice and simple wash made him feel like a different man—again. In the past couple of days, Seedmaker Roberto had been born again at least twice—and something in his guts told him this was still not the end of his metamorphosis. Oh, not by a long shot.

“Oh, bath of the gods!” The stud bathed himself again and again and again, splashing the water continuously against his face, drinking it and gurgling it, spitting it towards the skies and making the clouds move away with the power of his spit. Out there, beyond the stratosphere, icicles were formed out of his ever-rising spit, and many of its shards would collide with the beautiful moons that adorned the planet’s orbit, many of these forming new craters on the surface of the satellites.

The stud began to swim, crossing the entire lake with a single stride of his powerful arms. Waves rose several feet above the surface and washed away vast areas of the lake’s shore. With a single push of his feet, the stud sent himself from one end to the other of the lake, creating small tsunamis with every swoon.

The semen barely left his body, though he didn’t mind it at first. The entire lake was soon steaming as the planet’s most giant sauna, all with the contact of that powerful spunk and its infinitely more powerful stud, who just relaxed and let the waters flow around him. Eyeing the gorgeous waterfalls around the lake, the stud swam to one of them, creating powerful waves in his wake, and then bathed himself like a virgin filly under its waters, smiling, then chuckling, then laughing with the simple pleasure of taking a bath in a small oasis of his own.

This was the first time, he realized, that he bathed on his own accord, following his own schedule. The stud lifted up his head, opened his mouth, and drank from the generous offering of Mother Nature. Though he was a Seedmaker, and therefore was used to taking anything he wanted from all females—Mother Nature included—now he was receiving from them something without any expectation of return. Mother Nature was blessing him on Her own accord, without the expectation of getting the stud’s mighty semen on her throbbing cunt. “Oh, don’t worry, mommy.” He spoke with an arrogant grim, looking around that lake which he would soon coat entirely white. “You will get my semen regardless.”

Taking a leap, the god rose to the top of the waterfall. There he saw the gorgeous lake and all its surrounding beauty. In the distance, hundreds of miles at least, the mountains were slowly being covered with snow again. The god stud cracked his knuckles, smiled like the cocky virile stallion he was, and groped the base of his monstrously enormous cock, which rumbled and throbbed full of expectation. “Hmm. No.” His hand passed over the immense, thick, throbbing veins covering the virile length of his womb-breaker. “Not yet.”

His body was still coated in cum. The god didn’t feel too comfortable in that state anymore. When it came to inseminating that lake whole, he wanted to be clean and pristine, with his flawless skin as smooth as a baby’s butt, for it was a great disservice to fertilize a woman while not looking your best.

Sure, he was a Seedmaker. All women would love to be seeded by him no matter what. It was not, though, a matter of what women wanted, but what he deemed correct. “A Seedmaker’s morality is all morality.” He recited to himself, hearing the wind howl. “What I deem moral becomes moral to all.” That’s just the Seedmaker’s way. The way of a living god.

Roberto plunged into the lake, which began to boil again with his mere presence in its waters. Licking his hands, he covered them with his spit, and then, as if his spit was like soap, he began to rub all the semen off his body, and the cum peeled off with relatively little effort. Only a Seedmaker could beat another Seedmaker, and the same worked for their cum: only a Seedmaker’s fluids could command respect out of a Seedmaker’s ball juice, and so his spit, albeit with some difficulty, moved out the cum off his body, and little by little, wipe after wipe, the lord’s body began to shine in its natural resplendence. “Hmm. Let me get a loot of myself.” Jumping off the lake, the god stood on his shores, looking down its cooling water and waiting for his reflection to stabilize on the still-boiling waters.

The wing was howling hard. Winds of evening to come. The sun was setting low, but the day was still strong. At least three more hours for sunset. “Three hours of cum?” He pondered. “Perhaps.” Groping his enormous penis, the god felt nervous. Anxious. The pressure on his crotch had grown too intense. As the water stabilized, he saw himself, finally, in his naked glory again, and the sight of his uber-muscular form... “Oh, god!!”

*BAAAKK!!* His enormous cock sprouted outwards in a second, hitting the god on the chest and making him lose balance briefly. “Fuck... fuck...” Roberto was almost delirious with lust. Looking down upon his reflection on the lake, he saw all his glistening muscles, all his godly shape; all those massive, expansive pectorals, those bulging hards tits of steel, that veiny and virile neck, that gorgeous face of an angel with the roughness of demons, that flowing hair of auburn, rich and thick, like a mane and crown, and the arms...

Damn, those arms! Huge and thick and swollen, with his biceps being almost as virile and arousing as his mega cock, and their swollenness and turgidity so enticing and extreme even when they were relaxed! His abs were glistening with the full glory of the top Alpha male of the Universe: eight rippling, bulging, bustling mega-abs that rippled loudly with his mere breath. Huge thick veins sprawled from in into his crotch, guiding his blood towards the only part of his body—the only part of any body of any species in the Universe—that really mattered.

“Uuuurhh...!! Uuuuuuurhh...!!” The lake trembled and the terrain quaked as the god beheld his genitals in their full readiness. His balls were at least fifty percent their usual full size, full with more semen than he could possibly ever release. They were huge, huge, huuuge! Massive in a way that was very hard to describe! The god had the biggest, thickest legs imaginable, and his hips were wide and powerful, containing those two colossal buttocks on his back which were the source of a lot of his thrusting power. Despite all this, the god had to spread his legs apart and stand in a rather awkward pose, as if mounting some invisible steed, for his over-swollen balls were indeed so turgid there was no way they could fit between his ultra mega swollen thighs. His body was so big and so virile everywhere that its different pieces and limbs literally competed with one another for space! That was power and virility on a whole other level!

“Very well.” He gripped the monster cock hard, forcing it away from his pecs. “Let’s begin.” Stroking it once, the god ejaculated already a most powerful load of cream. “Uuuuurhh!!” The semen erupted loudly and powerfully from his cockhead and traveled fifty feet into the lake. The water not only boiled, but was vaporized in an instant upon contact with the seed. His semen didn’t boil, but sunk to the very depths of the lake, where it remained like an underwater volcano, like a piece of burning metal that never, not even in a million years, was going to cool.

“Uuuurh!!! Calm down, you!” The god gripped his penis with both hands, and his biceps swelled. “I am the master of you! Do not for a second forget this!” Groping one testicle hard with a hand, the god tamed his genitals. His prick was at full mast, hard as the cock of a stallion ready to fuck and fecundate, and his balls were throbbing at least once every second, rising and falling with an excess of semen. Still, the semen stopped flowing into his prick. “Very well.” The god fondled his mega cock more kindly, feeling the hot thick mess of his gunk rising along its urethra, but remain contained and controlled right in its middle.

The penis was obedient, but it also talked to its master with words of reason: “Yes, you are my master, but I am two days beyond my limit. Release me at once, all your spunk, lest you want your mighty blood be poisoned by your own gunk!”

So listening, the god looked down again at his reflection, and the fire that exploded in his balls was almost too great to be contained. “Very well.” He stroked the cock once, twice, thrice. “I will ejaculate like a god... but I will ejaculate properly first.” Looking at himself in the lake, the god began to pump and pump and pump his mega prick while swaying his hips harder and faster. His enormous butt cheeks clapped loudly. He has the sweetest, fattest ass any man could have, and his ass was pure muscle, but also pure tasty meaty roundness. It was an ass that begged for massive donkey dicks to penetrate it and inseminate it.

If he and the other Seedmakers had ever “gotten it on” with one another, he often wondered what his dominant position would have been: if a mighty virile breeder or a passive moaning bred. If the male with the cock of the gods or a female in the body of a hunk.

These thoughts were rather unimportant as the stallion he saw there in the pool was already so enticing, making the seed in his balls boil even hotter. “God, you’re such a stud!” He said with a tone rising higher. Even his highest pitch voice, of course, would have been manlier than the sexual call of the biggest, hardest bull. Still, for his standards, his voice was getting very high-pitched and feminine, and the pinches he gave his nipples, the swirls he gave his ass, all indicated that, at least for that evening, he wanted to be the female, not the male to that awesome stud in the lake. “Goddamn, you’ve... you’ve so many muscles!” He bit his lips and moaned. “Oooaah!!”

The lake quaked under his thundering voice. His beating of his mega cock also caused the land to quake and rumble. Soon enough, every rise and fall of his hands on his enormous monster prick was making the land quake harder than his deepest calls, and in the distance paradise was being ruined as the rocky surfaces of those plateaus were little by little creviced, cracked, and then splintered whole, falling onto the waters and creating quite cataclysmic waves everywhere.

The god kept his focus on the waters. The waves and the boiling made it harder for him to see his reflection, so he used his palm to its fullest extent and groped every hard, bustling inch of his ultra-muscular physique. He groped his pecs and cradled the underside of those thick titanium plates he called “boobs” like infants, nurturing them and fondling them, squeezing his huge nipples and pulling them, massaging around them like he wanted to milk himself. “B-breed me!” He asked, eyes rolling high. “Breed me, daddy, breed me!”

His balls were throbbing furiously. It was ridiculous just how potent they looked! When they fell, they were so turgid and fat they looked only one hair away from being hideous. The biggest goddamned balls any bull could ever hope to carry, yet their virility was even further emphasized when they throbbed and clenched and climbed higher along those mega swollen thighs, crashing hard against the crotch of the mega stud and covering themselves with vein, pumping way too much semen to the base of his cock and making the mega prick began to swell on its lower half.

The god ferociously beat his stick with one hand while the other groped his body. He was trembling and moaning, already so ready to fire up an infinite volley of potent cum, but there was still a little something else that he wanted to experience: moving one hand behind his back, the giant groped the fat, found surface of his enormous buttock. “Holy fucking god of breeders! Holy... fucking ass!” His arms swelled and its muscles shivered upon the mere contact of his fingers on that huge fat fucking goddamned ass! The mere touch with its upper surface, so hard and round, and yet so soft and juicy, almost drove the poor bull over the edge. “Oooh! Oh, god!!”

He slid his hands down along the swollen surface of the massive hard glutes, finding them almost as hard as his powerful god testicles themselves. A fire took over him like no fire quite had before. The immenseness of his buttocks made his hands, for once, look small. He didn’t have enough hands to grope such huge, fat, rough, yet hard, hard, hard! buttocks. The juiciness of his ass made several images flash in his mind; images with a very unique kind of eroticism: he imagined a bull, a Seedmaker, bigger and harder and more muscular, oh, way, way more muscular than himself accosting him, groping him from behind, and his hands were no longer his, but this Seedmaker’s.

He was making out with his huge, sexy butt, and his cheeks made the earth shatter every time they clap. *BLAAM-BLAAM-BLAAM!!* If there was a piece of iron in between these cheeks, it would have been crushed into a sheet of metal as thin as a strand of hair.

Seedmaker Roberto spread out his buttcheeks and teased their inner surfaces. He was trying, perhaps, to reach his ass, but the stud found out that his butt was so vast and so muscular that reaching up the rim of his asshole was almost an impossible task for him. “God, what ass...!” His heart pounded hard and harder against his chest, his own arousal for himself almost making him feverish. “A cock... a huge cock so full of semen... on this mighty ass!”

The monster behind him groped him by the shoulders. Roberto leaned back, as if really grabbed and gripped by a Seedmaker several times his strength, and his uber muscular arms grew a little weak for once, dangling at the sides of his body while his ass cheeks were spread and teased by the turgid... “Oooh!”... the massive and thick and veiny and pumping surface of the imaginary Seedmaker’s penis. “Aaahee!”

Roberto let out his most feminine cries. The huge Seedmaker behind him cast a shadow that engulfed the poor man and reduced him to nothing. Nothing! Powerful testicles throbbed, overflowing with semen behind him. *Gunk! Gunk! Gunk!* The semen flowed up along the pipe, making it fatter, steaming through the opening of its pisshole, ready to be unleashed. “God! Ahee! Ahhee!” The humongous Seedmaker, measuring eight feet in total in Roberto’s imagination, was adjusting his pipe on the massive, juicy ass of his prey—but it was hard, you see, as his pipe was just so! Much! Bigger!! “Breed me, daddy! Breed me!”

With his hands moving to his mega cock, Roberto began to beat himself off until his balls were swinging madly in the air. *Splat-splat-splat!!* The immense testicles swung here and there, smacking hard against the super thighs of the Seedmaker, and his imagination carried him closer and closer to a most violent of orgasms. Roberto beat his stick with the ferociousness and voracity of youth. Not ever since the first sexual desires hit him, when he was merely a couple short years after the tube, did he remember jerking off so powerfully or so avidly. “God...!” His sight began to blur out. That’s how intense that masturbation was being to him. “Oh, god...! God!!”

Behind him, the imaginary Seedmaker lined up the tip of his monster cock in his ass. His buttcheeks were reduced to nothing next to the turgid fat head of that monster breeder, and the god stud had to give many steps back so as to really bend his cock horizontally. As it was rumored for steeds like Stallion, Bull, or GoS, his erect penis measured in the forties, fifties of inches, and from the ass it would probably penetrate Roberto all the way through his mouth.

The monster could easily wear Roberto as a cocksleeve. Roberto had done the same for many women. He wondered... “Ooooh!!” What it would be like: that total, complete penetration! “Breed me, daddy!! Pleeeease!!”

His mind went blank. There was a sound of something deep and strong building up into a most massive explosion—and indeed, something had quickly built up into an overwhelming release, though Roberto was too lust-drunk to notice it. As he bit his massive monster penis several times a second, with his enormous and uber muscular veiny arms shining like a white silvery blur in the air, his enormous testicles could no longer hold themselves back, and their release had to come through, whether their master approved of it or not.

“Sorry, boss.” They seemed to say. “You might not notice it yet, but there are, like, five oceans of hot semen boiling here inside of us. We’re going to expel it all out or you’re going to die.” Roberto was beyond reason, of course, beating that massive cane three, four times a second. “Not that you’re going to mind, we think. You do seem to be enjoying yourself.”

And so Roberto froze and his entire godly body shook. The soil began to cave under his feet and a hole several feet side was slowly forming under the god’s sinking frame. His shivering caused smooth quakes along the land. The soil was fresh and moist, so the quakes weren’t too destructive at first. In the stone surfaces of the risen platforms, those from which the waterfalls fell, though, small cracks began to form. It was but the slightest indication of the destruction that would follow.

Of course, before the destruction... the cum. “ROOOOAARR!!!” Flexing his arms and brimming with virility, Roberto’s body grew twice its (already gigantic) size as his mega-hard penis unloaded his very first powerful jet of boiling semen. The god stud, instinctively or not, grabbed the monstrous prick just the semen was flowing along its upper half and bent it forth, moving the cock head away from his pecs and its aim out of his face.

The enormous load erupted lazily at first, a massive and gulpy shower of virile seed worth several buckets in a second, and then collapsed messily on the surface of the lake, which boiled immediately. Shortly thereafter, the penis throbbed and throbbed and throbbed, and the initially messy and bulky load was concentrated into one gradually longer, gradually firmer shot crossing the entire length of the lake. Once it reached its full power, Roberto was ejaculating at the top of the tallest waterfalls, about one mile away and several hundreds of feet above the lake.

And the orgasms kept coming! “Uuurhh!!” The god stud recovered a little more of his senses and grabbed his monstrous prick with both hands, grinning and reveling in his virile power. “Look at this cock! Look at this goddamned bull breeder!! Look at how much cum I am able to produce!!” Raising one arm, he gave his biceps a kiss. “I am such a fucking god of breeding!!”

The waterfall was flowing with boiling water and pellets of Roberto’s virile seed. A couple of seconds later, the white seed overtook all the water, and in a couple more seconds it was the only thing that flowed down the stone: a giant stream of semen clashing onto the lake in twice the volume of the previous waterfall, causing bursts of steam to rise hundreds of feet higher than the plateaus themselves in just one or two seconds. Almost the entire surface of the lake was boiling—and the caldera would be much more dramatic just a couple of minutes later, when the massive super stud would begin to take his ejaculation seriously.

His testicles rumbled, climbing up along his legs to smack against his crotch and release volley after volley of the world’s thickest gunk. Roberto’s virile jets, it seemed, would remain long and high for as long as he wanted them to. Having fertilized an entire stream with his virility, the god stud turned his monstrous prick right, moving the jets to the other waterfalls that rained from the tops of the plateaus. “Uuuurh!! Uuuurh!!!” Feeling every rhythm of the throbbing and stretching of his pectorals muscles, enjoying the dance of his mighty abs as he controlled his breathing and maintained the powerful ejaculation, the god of studs saw his semen replace one waterfall after the other until he was completely done with one-half of the plateaus. Turning his mega cock left, he began replacing the waters of the other half.

His ejaculations were so godly that it took him only ten seconds to completely overfill one of those high streams with it. In about ten seconds, maybe fifteen for the bigger ones, the stream was falling all with his seed: a thick, virile rive of gunk and masculine essence running down into the lake, whose surface, upon contact, no longer merely “boiled”, but was literally vaporized in an instant.

Roberto roared and groaned as waterfall after waterfall was replaced with... him! His virile juice. His semen. His masculinity. His soul! A couple of minutes were needed, no more than this, and after a lot of groaning and pumping the god beheld his masterpiece: a wide stack of plateaus all flowing with his cum. Three main waterfalls rained with his thick seed while the other fifteen lazily dropped his juice onto the river.

Roaring and puffing, the god-man grabbed his mighty throbbing cock with both hands and moved it around a little lower this time. The waterfalls were all full of him, but the rocky surfaces themselves were still gray and begging for his fecundation. “Ooooaaarh-AAAHH!!!” Smiling like a demon, roaring like a god, the stud ejaculated even harder, splashing his gunk all over those rocky plateaus one mile away.

The semen exploded on the surface like nothing that could ever be described: the jet seemed so thin in comparison, but was so charged with such a dense gunk that the explosion painted whole areas of the stony wall like nothing! The job wasn’t as quick, however, as the waterfalls: smelling in there a challenge, the god-man smiled and wondered whether he could really paint it all with his almighty spunk.

His previous ejaculation had exploded all over an area of about a mile in diameter. One mile, also, was the diameter of the lake and its surrounding structures. Huffing and puffing, the god felt his semen petering out. He had ejaculated so much and so hard already, and despite being a god of studs, he wasn’t, alas, literally a god; he couldn’t ejaculate infinitely, as his mighty virility would never really necessitate so much cream in a single day.

Putting it simply: even that god had its limits, and he rubbed against these limits quickly enough, some ten to fifteen minutes after ejaculating so hard. With every waterfall raining with his spunk and massive piles of semen rising from some spots in the lake, the god male felt his balls growing satiated and throbbing less intensely than before. “That’s awesome!!” He pumped and pumped himself with total disregard. “I never felt sated before!” Still, he pumped himself harder. “Let’s see how long I can keep this up.”

Roaring and flexing, the god commanded more virility upon his testicles, and the mighty semen-stuffed orbs jumped and clashed against his wide crotch, pumping gallon after gallon of seed that went on to splash and cover huge areas of the stony plateaus. The entire lake was boiling. The water level was decreasing, highlighting the couple of huge piles of semen that had formed on its edges, under the waterfalls.

The god roared and came, orgasmed wildly, and his massive jets were sustained at that strength for over ten minutes, leading him up to over twenty-five minutes of continuous ejaculation. Half of the stone surface of the plateaus was smeared with his gunk. A bigger area, indeed, would have been painted by his semen, but the god chose instead, some minutes earlier, to direct his jets again to the top of the plateaus, refilling his waterfalls with his seed as the semen began to run out on them. The sight of his virile juice raining as thick waterfalls enticed him especially. Between smearing walls with his seed and literally creating fountains of it, he found it more interesting to refill those fountains.

“Oooorhhh!!” After those twenty-five minutes of powerful cumming, though, Seedmaker Roberto felt his massive balls finally failing. The mile-long stream of his gushes became a little shorter, and now the super stud could no longer reach the plateaus, ejaculating instead on those farthest edges of the lake, burning its water dry.

The god welcomed his own exhaustion with a grin. “Oh? You think that’s all I can cum? You think that’s all that takes to tire a god??” Giving his monstrous cock slow, methodical jerks, the god appreciated every inch of his virile puissance. As he jerked himself off, he admired himself; he groped his own body very sexually, like a woman, enjoying his cock just like any female (who could remain conscious after touching him) would. “I am a god.” His smile grew wider as his semen became hotter. “I am a god.” His jerks gained power while keeping the same speed. Eyeying those faraway walls, there was a gleam of power in his strong, emerald eyes. “I am a god and I am going to ejaculate like a god!” His stream began to regain power, rising and smearing the surface of the plateau again. Power burst on the god’s chest. He began to groan and moan like a gorilla in heat. “See how a god comes! Uuuurh!!!” His stream grew harder. “Uuuurhh!!!” His ejaculation, more powerful. “ROOOAAR!!!”

His penis covered itself with even more veins, and for a moment it looked like there were more virile throbbing veins on that cock than cock itself. His two arms had to stop their jerking and swell to uber-virile proportions, covering themselves as well with veins, as the superb stallion began to ejaculate close to his full power again.

Far away, the semen exploded with perhaps even greater strength than before. The splashes covered huge areas of the dry stone. Every inch of those risen walls seemed to be steaming with the god stud’s almighty seed. Huge gunks of the filthy broth dripped and oozed from every edge and precipice. Branches and exposed roots of trees were soon dripping with the hot, thick broth. Crevices were filled by the semen just like vaginas, and soon it looked as if the very core of that elevation had been inseminated by the god.

Roberto was puffing out steam through his nostrils. His entire body was steaming, muscles hard and tearing, but not a single drop of sweat had yet to emerge from a single pore. “This is how virile I am!” The god felt strong enough to hold his almighty penis with a single hand, crossing his other arm behind his head and sort of “resting” on it, leaning back while staying on his two feet. “I can cum like a god until the earth itself is oozing with my spunk.”

Every muscle of his masterpiece of a body was throbbing and hardening along with the powerful, ungodly pumps of his mega prick. His balls were no longer anxious, having taken immense pleasure in that powerful release, and now climbed and descended one every second, jumping and hopping as they squeezed and pumped semen, oh, so much semen into the shaft, and his eruption, though losing little power, began to look more controlled and calm somewhat.

For five more minutes the ultra stud could maintain that powerful ejaculation, so close to its strongest force. Before he felt he had gone far enough, he aimed his semen at the peak of the plateau and refilled the waterfalls with it. His semen never stopped streaming from the top of the rock, but he enjoyed the view of those thick rivers of virile soup streaming down. Making them bigger and thicker, or as big and thick as he could, stroke his male ego the right way.

Thirty minutes into the orgasm, the god roared and moaned, “uuurh, uuuurh, oooorhh!!”, and stepped back a little, shaking his penis with a single hand and agreeing on letting his ejaculation flow weaker and more controlled. The jets splashed lower and lower on the stone walls until they finally met the waters of the lake, boiling them into steam.

The lake had now lost a lot of its volume. Perhaps a third of it had been vaporized alright—and the god considered it his goal to completely fill the goddamned thing with his spunk. “Uuurhh!! Roooaar!!” Jerking his prick harder, though maintaining a slow, steady pace of jerks, the god reached out to his balls with the other hand. “Oooh, fuck!! Fuck!!” The touch and fumble on those mighty tanks of semen struck his heart with near-worshipful passion. “Fuck... fuck...!!” His breath was short of air after every jolt of energy he got from touching and fumbling the underside of his humongous testicles. They looked and felt the biggest they had ever been. “God... god...!!” Licking one biceps, kissing and running his tongue along its throbbing main vein, the god laughed, then returned his hand to his mega testicles. “God almighty, I am HOT!”

He fumbled and massaged each egg, getting hotter as he did. His godly testicles needed little help in producing more virile spunk than billions of stallions would ever muster in their combined lifetimes, yet the extra love from their master did indeed coax them into service: the semen, already flowing so hard and bulky inside their countless ducts, now roared and bulged along their turgid surface. The god could feel the heat of his eggs as they produced virile cum at an inhuman pace, dumping more semen into a single inch of his duct than he or any male—or any combined whole species of males!—would ever realistically need.

The wanton display of virility was all that mattered. Just how ultra-rich people love to waste money on stupid, worthless things simply to show off how rich they truly are, Seedmaker Roberto loved ejaculating truly obscene and needless amounts of spunk just to show exactly how virile and mighty he truly was. A real fucking man! “God! God...!” He pinched his pinches, fondled his ultra-hard pecs. “Watch me cum! Watch me ejaculate like a god!”

His emissions didn’t not gain length, but they increased their volume two-fold! The fattest threat of milk was being dumped with relentless strength and bulk upon the lake, burning its waters and forming piles and hills of ever-burning semen. The entirety of the far edge of the lake was basically just his semen. The piles of the hot, virile gunk climbed over to the walls, and now the streams of cum were basically stopped.

From the top of the plateau, his seed descended along its walls in huge, thick lines of frozen waterfalls. The waterfalls, indeed, were stopped, and his rivers of cum looked instead like mighty pillars rising from the enormous mountains of cream piling and growing on the lake. His semen was so ungodly thick that, after the humongous volume had flown out enough, what remained did not have the strength or momentum to move. The smallest waterfall or stream contained millions of gallons of this god’s almighty breeding juice, and still all these gallons weren’t enough to make it move. Combined with all the huge surface of those stone walls he had painted just for show, it was like he had built a massive wall only with his own cum: several hundreds of feet high and about one mile long! If not for the surfaces he had not had the strength (or perhaps will) to paint, the wall would have looked completely white.

The god no longer cared about it, though. His mission now was to really fill up the entire lake with his spunk. “Uuuurhhh!!!” With veins bulging and sprawling all over his god body, the super man often grabbed his mega penis with both hands and gave it almost punitive jerks, for its power was sometimes too great for him to contain. “God!!” Breathing hard, yet steadily, he dropped the penis whenever these surges of power decreased and went back to masturbating his mega balls with one hand.

The testicles overflowed his palms. He had seen the testicles of certain equine species and he outflanked them all. His testicles were huge, each as big as the whole head of the biggest females he had seeded, and they bloated bigger and fatter with all that cum he was coaxing out of them. The feel of the countless veins covering them and pumping so hard... oh! It made the god’s nipples hard just like a female’s! He was cumming so hard just by the feel of his own virility! Once again, he truly was getting close to feeling the same kind of pleasure his own females experienced under his cock.

His breeding power was on a whole other level! Too bad (and too ironic) that there was no actual female there to be bred. Unless...

“Roooaaarr!” He came, and in coming he continued to fill the lake, though initially without much hope of actually fulfilling that goal. Even at the height of his orgasms, the super stud knew that the task was a very tall other: he was a god, but even his godhood had some (quite sensible) limits. Two days of dry spell were more than enough to aid him in producing the most amazing ejaculate ever, and in those thirty minutes (forty-five now) he had already outpaced all of his previous ejaculations safe the mad one when he arrived at the planet.

The joy of freedom and the many days without cumming had aided him in producing the most excessive amount of cum ever... but was he really expecting to keep up that pace and fill a whole mile-wide deep lake all with his cum? He knew it was a tall order, but he would try and fulfill it to the best of his abilities.

Crossing one arm behind his back from time to time, the super stud closed his eyes and came and came and came with a little less ferocity or anxiety. His body was booming with so much power! He felt it relaxing. The cum oozed and flowed through his prick almost in a therapeutical way, making him so calm and peaceful he often got a little sleepy, and before he knew it a whole hour of that calm ejaculation had passed—calm for him, of course, because for the waters in the lake it spelled nothing less than doom.

Thus one hour and forty-five minutes into his ejaculation, the god opened his eyes and saw his jets looking thicker than ever, but reaching only as far as halfway into the lake, about two thousand and six hundred feet away.

The lake had been stripped entirely of its waters. Only its rocky bottom and the stud’s semen remained. With a smile, Roberto enjoyed the view of his power’s work, having completely evaporated the countless gallons of water from such a massive, paradisical lake. He now also had a much better base for tracking his progress, as the lack of waters allowed him to see just how much space was left for his seed to cover, as well as which spots were still dry and devoid of his cum.

His focus on the farthest edge of the lake had resulted in the most massive pile of cum he had ever seen: the hills of his boiling semen rose some thirty, forty feet high on average, and they were probably some fifty to a hundred feet wide. Throughout the past hour, the god had ejaculated in a straight line, without bending his cock in either direction, and so his petering seed built a long wall of semen from those risen plateaus all the way down to the middle of the lake. The rest of the lake was dry, but also most devoid of his holy semen—a tragedy he endeavored to correct by finally moving his prick around and bombarding yard after yard of that lake with his godly cream.

Seedmaker Roberto moaned long and low as his balls maintained that impressive flow of cum for what to him seemed like an eternity. In reality, only another hour and some fifteen minutes had passed, and the god stallion had managed to maintain that ejaculation for three hours straight. Many more portions of the lake were covered in his junk. About half of its surface had been painted by the god’s semen, and not a thin coating of this painting it was: Roberto could not, even if he wanted to, ejaculate less than many inches of thickness of spunk, and a single drop of his semen was as big as a sportsball. The thinnest, shallowed portions of semen in the lake were at least half a foot deep, and most of them ranged between one foot and two feet of depth.

As the god roared and moaned, he felt he could maintain that impressive pace of unloading for much longer still. He was at ease, completely zen, feeling himself in the clouds as the cum flowed and flowed and flowed, and fumbling his muscles, touching himself with so much desire, the god roared and grunted, making the ground shake. “God. I am god.” He said now in a completely calm, objective manner, enjoying the massage that those jets of semen provoke on him. Pump after pump after pump, the flow of the semen caused amazing sensations in his urethra. He could feel the thickness of it, the hotness—“ooorhh!!”—sliding along his mega prick, and he jerked off his prick in tandem with this flow. The pressure of his massive hands increased the power with which the seed was unleashed. Every single time, no matter how many times he ejaculated, the god of studs always squeezed his cock right under the bulk of his newest fat load of semen, and every time the thing exploded off his prick, oh!, it almost created shockwaves of power around the head of his mega prick. “Uuuuurh!! Uuuurhh!!”

The helmet of his monster cock itself seemed almost too overwhelmed with the power of the stallion. His pisshole, widening up so wide to let out so! Much! Seed!, could probably fit a golf ball effortlessly inside of it. “Uuuurh!! Oooorhh!! Roooaar!!” Jerking himself off into near-paradisical orgasms, the god began to flow peacefully in and out of consciousness, floating into a zen-like state where he was flying high in the clouds and the ejaculation itself seemed almost forgotten.

Before he even noticed, another hour had passed. He had sustained his orgasms for four hours and the sky was red with dawn. “Ooorhh!! Roooaar!!” His ejaculation now only reached a third of the way into the lake. Every single inch of its bottom had been covered by his seed. Huge steaming mounds of it rose a dozen feet or so of height. The biggest mountain of semen was about sixty feet high—yet it barely rose much higher than the surrounding edges of the lake.

Completely dry, the lake revealed itself to be about a hundred feet deep at most. It was a very simple geography as well, with little variation in depth: the lake was already deep near the shore, with some twenty feet of depth, and then it caved down a hundred feet at its bottom, right at the center. “Ruuuurhh!! Ruuurhh!! Ruuuurhh!!” With his muscles rippling under the low light of the dying sun, the god turned his head to the skies, seeing the first stars shimmer above him.

Filling a hundred feet of depth of a mile-wide lake was probably beyond his reach, yet the god would keep jerking himself until he could no longer stand. His penis still stood at its fullest hardness; in fact, his mega cock felt even harder than a couple of minutes after he began his orgasms, and his gigantic testicles were still rising and falling at a pace of once every second.

His fecundity had been little diminished four hours into the most powerful orgasm of his life. Indeed, the amount of semen he had come already rivaled his previous explosion of cum. Feeling even his orgasms more contained—a good thing, yes, if he wanted to be methodical about it, though a very bad thing if he just wanted to relax and enjoy himself—the almighty stud continued his ejaculations with very low and understated grunts. He walked away from his first stop and over a risen platform of stone that could well withstand his weight, ejaculating powerfully every step along the way. When the god least noticed, he had already sunk almost all the way down to his hips into the ground. His powerful ejaculations were like hammers upon the smooth soil: they beat him lower and lower and lower with every pump, and the god realized he would soon be dug onto the ground lest he moved.

On his risen platform, his jets could reach a little further. Moaning and rolling his eyes, the god experienced that smoother orgasm while his powerful penis continued to do its job, filling foot after foot of the lake and slowly, but steadily rising its volume along the shore.

The sunset. The balls churned. The god was cumming in the midst of the night, and then he realized that the planet was rich with moons: four moons he could see above him, all incredibly reflective of the Sun’s light. Though the night was high, the place wasn’t dark: powerful silver rays descended from the moon and into the land, and combined with the multicolored skies, so full of reds and yellows and blues from faraway supernovas, as well as the gorgeous whites of the arms of the galaxy, the land looked like a set of a film shot in the dark. All the colors that rained upon it made every inch of its darkened soil extremely romantic. Predators and fears abounded in the dark forests around, as they did any planet lush with life, but their dramas and threats meant little under such beautiful, ever-shifting lights.

The god smiled and groaned, seeing the steam of his cum mix so well with the light and dance with the rays of the moon. His mega semen was not only thick, boiling, and steamy, but also quite reflective of the moonlight, and upon looking at the lake he saw a giant white mirror shining with silver. His cum looked like white magma, and it produced almost just as much light as actual magma.

Roaring and groaning, the god kept ejaculating. Three whole hours had passed since he started cumming so more smoothly and more pleasantly, and his orgasm now totaled seven hours straight. His humongous testicles showed signs of exhaustion: they rose and fell at the pace of once for every three seconds, even though every contraction seemed almost as powerful as before. Touching and groping them, the god felt the semen still being produced in incredible quantities inside. The flow of the semen was the most powerful thing ever! Spreading his legs even further apart, letting his gigantic balls swing with as much space he could give them, the god took in deeper breaths and... continued to ejaculate.

The many days he’d spent unconscious gave him enough energy to push back against sleepiness for dozens of hours still. The god had already filled the lake in the entirety of its surface: one mile from shore to shore in every direction, and that’s not counting the incredible shower of semen he’d given those risen plateaus. By that point, his ejaculation had far surpassed even his previous show, and the god smiled calmly, knowing that he could produce way, way more.

“Can I cum like this some other times? Like... any time I see fit?” The god spoke calmly while pumping his cock with incredible grace. His mind seemed to be in a completely different place than that of his cock: on his crotch, virility and power the likes of which no male could even imagine! On his mind... calmness and coolness and a rather nerd-like, clinical self-analysis. “Back there in my prison, I could barely fill a couple millions of gallons in those rooms.” He remembered his humiliation at the hands of the Masters, who once accounted for his every drop of seed. “Now... it’s like I can cum all over those rooms full, to the brim, several times over... and I still don’t feel tired!”

His muscles shone with godlike beauty under the four moons. Seen from a little further away, the god was almost too irresistible for any eye to bear: his uber-muscular frame, already so perfect, seemed to have gone beyond perfection and become a truly unreal, indescribable masterpiece of pumping veins, bulging pecs, ripplings abs, and ever-swelling biceps, triceps, traps, thighs, and calves. The gigantic buttocks of the super bull bulged and throbbed along with his mega balls, and after some particularly strong and mighty throbs they seemed to settle on a new, increased size.

The ground was much cracked and fragilized under Roberto’s feet. The platform he stood one, generous in size, was slowly being covered with cracks, even though the god used the best of his “feathery feet” abilities as he could conjure.

Ejaculating like a god, the stud ignored all these concerns for the time being. The lake had already been caked by probably ten feet thickness of his seed, and the level of his cum dump was slowly, yet still steadily rising. His heart beat with foolish hope: could he really fill it all up??

“Oooorhh!!” The god roared and grunted, coaxing bigger and thicker loads of his penis with expert, masterful pumps. “Uuuurhh!!” Throwing his head back, he was often awash with delicious bursts of pleasure. His orgasm was still often too great for even him to contain. Pumping and dumping, he wondered... with the last strands that remained of his consciousness before pleasure took over him again... “Can I ejaculate like this every day? Without having to withhold my cum for long on my testicles? OOORHHH!!”

His muscles exploded and the platform was cracked deeply as the god was taken by a massive burst of energy and power, and his ejaculation actually gained strength for many unbroken minutes, his jet reaching the midpoint of the lake again and distributing his mega cum slong the surface more evenly. “Oooorh, god!! Ooooh!!” He panted. He gasped. “Ooooh!!!” His sight almost blanked. “OOOOHHH!!”

Nine hours had passed since he started ejaculating. The lake was on average twenty feet deep with his cum, with another eighty feet to go. The balls of the titan churned cum powerfully, but their exhaustion was quite visible and they mighty throbs could only be heard once every four, five seconds. The jets of the god rarely reached beyond the closest third of the lake—yet their volume seemed not much diminished. The god came in a shorter range, but the decreased length of the stream was complimented by a much increased girth and (for the lack of a better term) “messiness”.

His cum now exploded in big, fat showers that often seemed to expand towards every direction. They were ugly, filthy, lazy eruptions, and the mighty godly body of the stud was plastered with his own seed after some of these orgasms. The god avoided smearing himself, given that the whole reason for being there was to take a bath from his previous ejaculation, after all, but then he reasoned a little further and shrugged his shoulders, *booom!!*, realizing that “I am the god of this paradise”. Burst after burst of orgasm sent huge pellets of the gunk against his super massive pectorals, yet he no longer seemed to mind them. “Tomorrow I will look for a new lake, a new spring, and...” In his pause, he seemed to be reminding himself of the bigger, more pressing task at hand: “From bath after bath, I will seek the invader.”

His worries, however, were really not at all on the Masters’ mission; they were entirely turned to his own orgasming, which continued way past what even the gods themselves would have found reasonable.

Thirteen hours into his ejaculation, the god felt the beginnings of exhaustion setting in his muscles. His legs were slowly trembling and his back seemed to groan in discomfort after him standing for so long without any support.

*CRAASSHH!!* The platform of rock he was standing on was shattered completely and the god had to look for a new stable spot while orgasming and ejaculating unendingly. His balls were tired. In fact, they were kind of asking him to stop. The semen never once stopped flowing through their ducts, actually, and upon touching those balls, fumbling them hot and hard on their underbellies, the god still felt the cum being liberally created inside of them, as if the testicles themselves didn’t know how to stop it. “We have been pumping for thirteen hours!” They seemed to scream, exhasperated, taken aback by the power of their own master. “Surely you must give us some respite!”

The giant muscular god, smiling cruelly, began waking towards another platform of stone nearby. His ejaculations were fat and loud and the semen gurgled messily onto the lake, splashing and splattering like there was no tomorrow. “No. I think you two beauties can ejaculate a little longer.” As he walked, he grabbed his monstrous balls with one hand. He gave them orgasms with his massages, and the testicles themselves were now like women whom he pleasured and made cum.

The semen churned and boiled hotter and heavier inside the eggs, and the flow of gunk through his prick increased a little. Standing atop the new stone, the god felt it crack quickly underneath his weight. “You demanded me to cum, so I will come.” He announced to his desperate testicles, which kept climbing and shrinking with every mighty contraction sending those endless gallons into the lake. His semen had risen to thirty feet in depth. The god was proud. Roaring and grunting, he pumped his mega cock powerfully with both hands, and then he roared—“ROOOOOAAAARRR!!”—almost in celebration to the skies, blowing away the clouds above him, very content and satisfied with his performance.

Two hours passed. The lake had risen with forty feet of depth of his cum. Fifteen hours was the god into his ejaculation and his semen still reached as far as a thousand feet into the lake. The huge hollow steamed hard with his gunk, and everywhere the ultra god smelled himself, the pure essence of masculinity. “Oooorrhh!! Roooooaarr!!” Bulging and busting, the god cracked the stone underneath himself, sinking hard on it as the rock was reduced to dust under his feet.

Pumping and cumming, he walked quickly to another risen platform, and from then on he realized he was climbing up the very plateaus he’d creamed with his spunk many hours ago. Climbing as high as he saw fit, he took a better look at the lake, now dozens of feet beneath him, and the very sight and scent of his masculinity prolonged that orgasm further. Even he knew it was excessive, that it had gone way past the point of reasonability, but... “oooorrhh!! Oooorrhh!! ROOOOAAARR!!!”

A man is a man is a man. If he could ejaculate like a god, he would ejaculate like a god. And so he kept ejaculating like a god, feeding his balls on the gorgeous sight of their virility, pumping and dumping bathtubs full of semen onto the lake, feeding it with gunk after gunk after gunk until the entire lake looked like the hottest, most active caldera in the world—and, to him, that was all just the beginning! “ROOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRR!!”

The moons vanished, safe for the biggest one in the sky. The two suns of the system rose to meet them—one large, looking so very close to the planet, and the other far away, about half the size of his bigger brother—and the skies were filled with red, then tender oranges, then yellow, then wholly blue, and the morning had risen and continue to rise as steam painted the entire geography of that valley white.

The god had ejaculated for twenty hours straight. His fat ropes still consistently reached about five hundred feet of length, and his powerful loads went in so many directions at once that it was not like the god had one, but instead five penises ejaculating each to one direction, and his mega loads were still virile and firm, and his ultra swollen balls still throbbed and pumped once every ten seconds (or even less!), though the god himself couldn’t deny he was feeling pretty spent and that he would have preferred, indeed, to just stop cumming and go take a nap.

He wouldn’t. His seed had already filled sixty feet of the hundred-foot depth of the lake, and now his end goal was firmly in sight. How much of his power had been dampened, he wondered, by the control of the Masters! “Uuuurrrh-ooooorhhh!!! Uuuuurrrh-oooorhrh!!” His grunts were low and powerful and quaking, striking the earth at its very core. The god pumped gallons endlessly from his balls, and now his jerking motions were themselves pulling the monstrous testicles up: every time he squashed the cock upwards, crushing it with his hands from base to tip, his balls climbed up and smacked on his crotch, following the very pace of his motion.

The monster looked tired. At some parts of his body, beads of sweat... oh! Beads of sweat had begun to form! It was amazing! Ever since his first breeding session, which was the only moment the god had exerted himself past what he would consider being “tiredness”, he couldn’t recall the last moment a sexual performance had led him to sweat!

He had been pumping his cock for twenty hours straight, experiencing in his balls contractions so powerful that, if they were converted into energy, they would amount to a nuclear bomb after only a couple of pumps. His body had been suffering under that most intense release of energy for almost a full day uninterrupted now, and yet even the god did not expect this to be his limit, to actually make him sweat! He was such a god that even to him, feeling tired as he was, he saw no reason to actually see any sweat rise up, so immense and powerful was his physique.

But no: sweat did rise from his pores, though it was very little and it dissolved immediately under the intense steam and heat. Before him, the god could scarcely see much. His lake of cum had grown so deep and intense that now it was as if a literal supervolcano had been awakened. The steam and vapors that rose from his boiling lake were spreading through the wider valley and probably covering an area worth at least fifty miles in every direction.

Ejaculating to no end, the god really felt the intense tiredness and soreness in many of his muscles. Still, beaming a smile that wouldn’t have just melted the pussies of a billion women, but outright fried their brains with heat and lust, Roberto roared and came harder, almost whipping his balls like slaves in his greedy demand for endless semen.

His previous assessments, it seemed, were all too humble and overtly pessimistic: he could, indeed, cum an entire ocean into existence! Every inch of that lake, from its mile-long diameter to its hundred feet long would be sunk under his mighty semen—and now only a literal god, having descended from the skies, could possibly ever force him to stop!

A full day passed since he started ejaculating. Twenty-four hours of deep, intense, maddening ejaculation, and the god was still cumming as far as two hundred feet or so. The lake of cum had risen to seventy feet of depth, but even at the highest of his arrogance the god had to concede to a slightly humbling reality: though he would come close, he wouldn’t quite ejaculate all the way to the brim of the lake.

The vapors and steam had become so great they formed a wall of white before the man. His sweat began to bud from his skin more liberally and numerously. Though he wasn’t dripping with it, his sweat would have nonetheless formed a beautiful shining coat over most of his muscles by that point. If it hadn’t, well, that’s because the steam and the heat were way more powerful, and they instead formed such a glistening coat over all his wonderful, ball-exploding-at-the-mere-sight-of-them muscle.

Roberto smiled, but even he had to admit pride and pride alone was the only thing keeping him in that activity. His orgasms—if you could call them that—had stopped being pleasurable many hours ago. His balls had been truly exhausted, and every throb they did was followed by quite unpleasant burns and aching so soreness. He felt, peculiarly enough, like the “bones” of his testicles were broken. Sure, testicles had no bones—not even the godly eggs he flaunted so obscenely between his thighs—but he felt like his ones indeed had bones, and that those bones had been broken at some point during his ejaculation.

“Oooof! Uuuurhh.! Uuuuurh!” Groaning slow, deep, and hard, the god witnessed the powerful arcs of his semen explode everywhere, then disappear into the wall of white of the steam and vapor before him. His balls were exhausted. Depleted beyond their every sense of reason. Still... the cum just kept coming! *Gloorgh! Glooorgh! Glooorgh!* Giving them grabs and fondles, the god felt the unending semen still coming, still budding from their furnaces, the endless production of cum having decreased, yes, but not nearly come close to ceasing, and he laughed with that contradiction: his testicles were desperate for him to stop cumming, yet they couldn’t stop producing overwhelming amounts of semen, almost as if the semen factories inside of them had been highjacked and were now operating under a terrorist group hell-bent on exhausting the testicles until they were shriveled like grapefruits.

(And yes, this is really how the expression went for that giant. For most men [nearly all men, in fact], the expression should have been “shriveled like raisins” when referring to their exhausted testicles. Roberto’s testicles, however, were so almightily big, so ludicrously massive, that their absolute most “shriveled” state would still see them as huge as grapefruits. Few minds could fully wrap themselves around the dimensions of that Universal-class super stud! Roberto was a god! A god! And a God was going to cum for as long as he pleased.)

“UUUUUURRHH-AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

Several sections of the plateau had cracked and splintered away, crashing on the near-solid mass of cum below as the god roared and flexed and ejaculated ejaculated motherfucking ejaculated. His explosions of semen were much lesser now, but they still rained and burst with the force of about a million horses orgasming all at once.

Hope, if one could call it that, was close to being rekindled: beneath the god about eight feet of the lake’s depth had been completely filled up with his seed. His ejaculations now reached little over a hundred feet ahead of him, but they were still fat and bulky and messy and hot, hot, hot!, and the god felt within himself if not the pleasure, if not even the will, then at least the possibility of keeping on cumming until his duty had been fulfilled.

“Uuuurrrhh!! Uuuuurrrhh!!! Roooooaaarrr!!” Jerking himself off mightily with both hands, the god finally looked like he was hurrying; like he was, instead of just enjoying himself and having a good time, actually going out for a world record, pushing himself past his limits and really giving it all for the lake to truly overflow with his mega seed. “Uuurrhh, uuurh, uuuurrh!!!” His roars increased and multiplied. A frenzied lust had taken over his face.

Twenty-seven hours had now passed and the sun began to sink again in the horizon. Above him, the four great moons shone with splendor. Thinly veiled in the horizon, another moon seemed to be rising. The god was still to know much about the planet he had landed on, but he would soon discover the orbits and phases of those moons, as well as their real number. “Uuuuurrrhh!! UUUURRR-OOOOOORHH!!!” Of course, for the time being, all he had in mind was cum cum cum cum cum! “ROOOOOAAAARRR!!!” Jerking himself off near to the point of pain, the god coaxed cum and cum and cum and more cum and yet more virile mega sperm from his balls, torturing them far beyond their point of exhaustion and managing to make his ejaculations longer, thicker, hotter, more powerful, and more ludicrous still.

Three more hours passed. Roberto felt a growing numbness on his crotch, which was slowly spread out to his massive, swollen thighs. From the outside, the god looked more gorgeous and insanely arousing than ever: his muscles rippled with the swollen hardness of a bodybuilder made entirely of titanium. The sheet of steam that covered his over-muscular form made those muscles shine like a star, and the veins... oh, fuck, the veins! The god stud was the ultimate model of virility, covered with such insane vascularity that one would often wonder if there was actually enough blood in that body for so many, so thick veins!

Fire burst from his nostrils. No joke: as the god jerked himself off at a maddening pace, the god stallion was indeed breathing literal fire through his nostrils. Not only did he have enough blood for so many veins, perhaps he didn’t have nearly enough veins for so much blood, and a blood that was scorching at temperature even the god himself—if he could think—would have thought excessive and almost too hot for him to bear.

Roberto was beyond all reason now. Having extended his mega orgasm to over thirty hours, he felt within his nostrils the smell not just of his intense masculinity, but of something that perhaps was even sweeter: victory! “Uuuurrhhh!! Uuuurrrh-ooaaaAARRHH!!!” His roars filled the air. The night sky was bright and unclouded. His bursts of energy and moans of pleasure had pushed away all clouds. In the distance, the mountains had once again lost the coating of snow they had briefly regained. The land was shaking underneath the god’s feet and his orgasms were spreading through the valley as powerful earthquakes. “Uuuurrhh!! Uuuurrrhh!! ROOOAAARR!!”

The Seedmaker should have been grateful for his peerless instincts. The ground underneath him was constantly cracking and crumbling, and now huge portions of the plateau were being completely devastated by the quakes his orgasms and his groans caused. Despite his mind being kidnapped by the frenzied cumming, the god still moved away and walked around the growing crevices, avoiding a fall on the boiling bit of white lava beneath and always finding more firmer ground to stand upon, cumming and cumming until his balls were squealing with pain. If not for his sharp—indeed, his godly—instincts, Roberto would have fallen and been knocked out unconscious long ago.

The explosions of semen did not recede. No. They had grown! His mega prick was ejaculating mad volumes of load. Certainly not as thick or powerful as during his first hour of orgasm, but way stronger and filthier than his loads some twenty hours in. The god was huffing and puffing, breathing fire down his own mega pecs, and with his powerful jerks, with a grip strong enough to crush a titanium rod into a needle, the god indeed tortured his balls into producing extra loads of semen, with which he proudly and arrogantly filled the lake beneath.

Eighty feet of cum covered the lake’s depth. The vapor and steam were so dense they were, indeed, almost solid. This was no exaggeration: as the god ejaculated, his cum hit the dense wall of fog and was lifted up by it! The heavy and bulky ejaculation flowed upwards several meters before sometimes falling and disappearing into the mist, sometimes being knocked back onto the plateau the god stood on, forming piles and bigger mounds of scattered semen everywhere! Roberto felt every vein and cell in his body coming undone. His semen, however, seemed the most powerful and densest it had ever been!

The god was smiling wide and laughing almost maniacally, getting harder and most lustful every time he caught a glimpse of his ultra-swollen biceps pumping and pumping that mega cock so hard and mighty. He was no longer jerking himself off for pleasure. He was no longer even doing it necessarily for the pride or the competition. No! He was pretty confident that, as far as volume of spunk was concerned, he had probably surpassed every single Seedmaker in existence, with perhaps the exception of the Almighty Five.

What he fought for now was pain itself. He was a male, and every male adored that kind of pain, however extreme, that signaled their own growth, their surpassing of every limit! Roberto fought for this pain now, completely disregarding the possibility of impairment or death in the process. “Uuuuurrhh!!! Uuuurrrrhh!!” With his crazed eyes bulging out slightly, Roberto’s sight began to blur. It took a special kind of exertion to lead a Seedmaker so close to unconscious like that. Roberto was now beating the very limits of his godly status, and the very engineering of the Masters seemed incapable of embracing the fullness of his expansion, the massiveness of his arousal, and the madness of his ejaculation.

Blasts and blows burst with virile power from his cock. The semen was ejected sometimes like a jack, and shockwaves were formed from every emission. His balls, noticeably enough, were no longer rising and falling so hard as they once did. In their resting state, the gigantic testicles of the mega stud rested closely to his knees, a little above them; in fact, it was their immense size that allowed them to reach all the way down to the top of his knees, for the god’s sack was so strong even those three thousand pounds of cock weren’t enough to really stretch it out.

Now, however, the testicles were all the way up on his thighs, and their throbs were short with lack of space, mere inches up and down, less “clashing” against his crotch and more like “patting” on it. The pace of their throbs had also been reversed: instead of one super powerful pump every ten seconds, now they were pumping semen again once every second or even quicker, though the power of every throb was much reduced.

“Roooorrhh!!! Rooooaaaarr!!!” The god flexed and pumped and roared while jerking himself off like such a virile barbarian. “ROOOAAAR!! ROOOAAR!! ROOOAAARR!!!” The ground cracked further underneath him. Without him knowing, the entire plateau was being slowly split in two. The semen exploded with quite literally endless power from his prick, and the hardness of the gigantic penis seemed not one ounce decreased. If anything, the god seemed to have gained weight and mass everywhere, and his genitals, once weighing only five thousand pounds, now seemed close to seven thousand pounds, and the veins which covered them were so many and so thick that he seemed to have more veins than cock and balls, and the flow of his blood was so great that one could see the liquid streaming around from many feet away.

His sperm itself never once lost quality. A Seedmaker, no matter how much or long he ejaculated, never lost the quality of his seed, ever. If anything, each sperm cell seemed to be getting bigger and more virile, and sometimes, if one paid close attention to the tip of his ejaculating mega dong, one could almost have the impression that the god was ejaculating giant tadpoles, and that his penis was indeed getting thicker just to accommodate the new size of his prime sperm.

Another two hours passed. There seemed to be no end to the god’s virility. “Uuuurhh!! Uuurh!!!” Roberto felt his arms ache and burn, and his penis itself was greatly burned by the friction of his jerking hands and the intense heat of his super sperm. From its tip, steam came along constantly with the occasional flame here and there. His ejaculations ranked amongst the most powerful phenomena in the universe, yet the wall of vapor before him had gone so extreme that about half of his cum was deflected back to himself and the plateau as he ejaculated. “Oorhh! Oorh!! Ooorh!!!” Roberto was always walking back. The ground now constantly cratered. The plateau had probably been half undone, but the god had no mind for it. Only cum mattered to him. Cum, cum, and yet more cum, endless cum, forever!

The lake was very close to being filled. The god no longer cared for it either. As more hours began to pass, the god cast aside all reason and caution—whatever reason and caution, of course, still existed in his soul—and then pumped himself with something of a suicidal drive: he wasn’t just going to cum until the lake was filled; he wasn’t just going to cum until the lake was overflowing with his seed. No, no. No, no, no, no, no! He was going to come until the cumming nearly killed him!

He wasn’t going to cum or die trying. No: he was going to cum until he died!

Three hours passed. Thirty-five hours into his orgasms. No longer seeing much of anything around him, the god only paid attention to a single stat of his surroundings: the lake had been completely filled with his seed, and now it was probably overflowing with it. A hundred feet of cum covered an area of about a mile in every direction. That was also not to count all of the cum that he had ejaculated into those plateaus and all that. If they had not been mostly destroyed by now, he would have counted another ten feet worth of depth in cum for that lake.

All previous assessments made of Roberto were beaten down in humilliating fashion: that the god was not literally a god and thus could not cum endlessly? Bulllshit! That the god, however powerful, was never going to cover even half of that lake deep in his spunk? Hogwash! That the god, even with all his progress, would stop at only seventy or eighty feet of depth, then let his orgasms petter our, his cum finally recede, and his penis finally rest along with himself back into sweet, soothing dreams? Absolute nonsense!

Roberto was a god. A literal god! Roberto could indeed do everything that he desired... and what he desired now was to cum endlessly! To fill every inch of that valley with his uber-virile sperm! To grow like a literal titan and kept adding ton after ton of muscles onto his physique until he was twenty feet tall, a hundred feet tall, and countless times more massive than the biggest mountain surrounding that valley, and then...

... he would just! Keep! Cumming! He would ejaculate, oh, he would keep ejaculating so hot and hard the valley itself would be the new lake for him to fill to the brim with his semen, and then overfill until his semen was spilling onto all the surrounding lands, all the surrounding continents as in rivers that would flow until the very oceans, burning them and drying them just like his seed had dried out that lake, and then...

... and motherfucking then!!... as Roberto stood as a literal titan god, making the tallest mountain look like just one of his smaller mounds of cum, he would ejaculate onto the dry oceans and fill them with every bit of his sperm as they could bear. Every single inch of that entire planet would be covered with his semen, and the paradise, just like that once beautiful grove, would have been turned into a hell of fiery white cream!

He didn’t give a fuck about the beauty and the life of that planet anymore! With nothing but the mighty of his single prick, he would cover every inch of it in cum, all the way down from the deepest depths of the ocean to the highest peaks of its continents, and then keep filling and filling it like his personal jar of semen until the cum was overflowing into the stratosphere, with continent-sized slivers of his cum detaching from orbit and begin to flow like oversized comets all across the cosmos.

The image of the planet entirely covered in his cum, grown bigger and with greater circumference, in fact, because everywhere his cum reached up dozens upon dozens of miles, flaring up with cum into space like the sun flared up with light and magnetism... this image flashed on the god’s mind before darkness began to take hold of him. It gave him greater strength and impetus to... just keep coming!

Just keep orgasming and orgasming and orgasming, even though he was probably now doing damage to himself by cumming so hard and madly and so damn hotly and intensely!

Roberto’s balls were the most virile thing imaginable. Oh, one could probably think that by just seeing them before, and certainly much was said about their virility prior to these thirty-five hours of continuous cumming, but the way they looked now really put all their previous “selves” to shame—mostly because they were pumping harder!

Yes, that’s right! The mighty testicles that two hours earlier were begging for release, pumping micro-squirts (for their standards) of semen at breakneck speed, now seemed to have regained a lot of their former glory while still looking incredibly ragged and desperate. As one ball lowered itself and was filled with potent cum, the other climbed up mightily and pumped its tanks into the god’s piston. As the ball then lowered, it throbbed and throbbed while refilling with semen. The two testicles looked incredibly “dry” now, with all their veins and ducts highlighted to an insane degree, virile and veiny things that nonetheless moved and pumped with heightened power—an illusion, perhaps, from their greater texture and more manly look.

Those balls looked like the god’s biceps when he was in his leanest form, many days without drinking: absolutely swollen and vein-ridden. Even though their actual health might have been compromised, the look itself was the most arousing thing ever—and it was something many common, petty males didn’t mind striving for if that meant getting the coops and woos of adoring females and jealous bodybuilding males.

Roberto’s almighty testicles descended now halfway down on his thighs, approaching the knees, but not really getting as close to them as they used in their healthier states. In his crotch, the Seedmaker felt a sizzling pain. He was almost getting close to hurting himself—almost—but the desire for conquest, for going the distance made him put all those considerations to the side. Looking down at his god testicles, the stallion smiled, then gave a cry of divine victory: “ROOOOOAAAARRR!!!”

He saw, with his breast expanding with pride, his right testicle descend and pump-and-pump-and-pump fill itself with semen, then more semen, then more semen in one second, getting fatter and fatter and fatter while the other mighty ball at the same time...

*BROOOM!!* *CLASH!!* Full to a bursting point, the other ball shot up and collided with the stallion’s mighty crotch and powerful ass, unleashing... “ROOOOAARRRR!!!” The most powerful jets imaginable at that state, a veritable explosion of cum he wouldn’t have expected even just fifteen hours into his jovial ejaculations: the urethra burned and his pisshole expanded to the width of a baseball as the filthiest blast of thick cum was vomited out. It was both an eruption and a puke; a powerful jet and an ungodly mess that sent the semen exploding forward, but also sideways and up and down and back into the body of the very god who came it, splattering seed everywhere, causing flames to burst on the ground where it landed, literally cracking the rocky surface it fell on, causing the same thunderous noise as comets striking the planet. “UUUURHHHH!!” All the while Seedmaker Roberto crushed his penis and power-fucked it with both hands. “UUUUUURRRHHH!!!”

The sun had cowered behind the horizon and the night had risen to its rule. None could have seen it, however, when standing beside the Seedmaker, as all around him was white, white, white, and then dense fumes of his ejaculation probably covered over two hundred miles in every direction, with the wind making gushes of it flow perhaps five hundred miles, one whole mile, touching the mountains and melting their snow, which not even the cold night winds could reform.

Roberto fucked his cock with his hands like they were the tightest pussy he could have never fucked in real life—could have never, of course, because such a pussy never existed. “UUUURRHH!! UUUURHH!! UUUUUURRHH!!!” The giant’s face was getting red and swollen. Depending on how one viewed it, it was either losing a bit of its beauty or becoming the hottest, most masculine face in existence: the pure power that boomed from his over-extended and mega-hard muscles was now reflected on his godly face, a face of a titan pushing a mountain out of the way, of an Alpha male in the middle of his most crushing labor, his most punishing tasks.

Roberto looked the manliest he’d ever been—and in many ways this was more scary than it was arousing. But, hey, to each their own.

Time passed beyond the god’s reckoning. Seedmaker Roberto was... how could one describe it? Overly aroused? Beyond excitment itself? In the land of hellish orgasms? His state quite defied descriptions from your average scribbler: one couldn’t say he was conscious, but he clearly was not unconscious either.

His roars assaulted the Earth almost with a personal vendetta. His cries of power were no longer pleasurable or boisterous, but simply terrifying. “ROOOOAAAARRRR!!!” The wall of white in front of him was blasted away, his cries creating shock blasts that traveled hundreds of miles ahead of his mouth. The entire god was red and shredded and swollen. His muscles were growing beyond proportion. Piles and piles of virile meat were growing atop each other like cancerous cells. The ground was cracking and collapsing faster everywhere he stood on, and even if the god wanted to, he quite wouldn’t be able to activate his “feather” abilities anymore, for his muscular and weight growth had really gone beyond all reasonable limits.

The mega testicles and gigantic prick of the god had increased their weight to over ten thousand pounds. They still looked rather proportional on him, if only because his uber-virile physique had also grown along with them: instead of merely weighing twenty-five tonnes, the ultra bull from hell now approached forty. That’s forty thousand pounds of even purer, more shredded muscle than before! Every Seedmaker always kept in themselves a healthy layer of 2% body fat. Roberto now had shredded all of it.

With pectorals bulging like plaques of a tank’s hull, rippling and booming along the powerful pumps of his ultra testicles, Roberto was breathing fire constantly now, and with much clearer and longer flames than before. Up until that point, his fire breathing was mostly metaphorical and, when literal, very smooth and reasonable, with only a thin coating of fire bursting with a lot more vapor and steam from his nostrils.

Now, though... the beast was a dragon! Fire was blasting from his nostrils and into his pecs like two damned flamethrowers! Every time the god opened his mouth a bit, fire burst through his gritted teeth! His body was red and hot, burning hotter like metal cast out of the fire, but ironically the fire he was breathing upon his ultra-hard and infinitely massive pectorals seemed to have little effect on this. Again, it’s nice to remember that the god stud had shed every bit of fat his body had and was now operating on pure muscularity. He literally looked like an aberrant graph from an anatomy textbook—a very porn-inspired textbook where his muscles were now bloated out of proportion.

The god’s muscles were indeed hot like titanium on a melting point, so they looked thousands of times redder than their natural meaty state. The god was literally glowing like a dying red star, and whatever piece of matter came into contact with his aura of heat was vaporized in an instant.

“OOORH-OOOH-OORRH-OOORHH...!!!” Meanwhile, the god masturbated himself some three times a second. His arms were swollen and so, so, SO virile-looking, with all those muscles equally busted out of proportion, oh, so, so, SO many veins everywhere, everything pumping and throbbing and growing, the two enormous arms looking each as big as a whole Seedmaker, jerking and jerking and jerking up and down on that massively gigantic prick, which had now grown to over fifty inches of length.

Oh, yes, kind of a small (well, definitely not small) detail to have left for last: as his genitals had doubled in weight, not all of this gain was in pure density alone. His balls were inflated along with his body, which now easily surpassed eight feet in height. His testicles were each probably the size of a four-year-old child, and now... even their dried-out shreddedness seemed to be gone and reverted into healthy, abundant liquid smoothness of testicles with more seed than they could ever ejaculate!

His mega testicles were smooth, fat, and healthy-looking. Unlike the rest of the stallion’s body, which was a ludicrous wall of pure muscles covered with scorching-red swollen veins the thickness of anacondas, the balls themselves were white and creamy, and their shine was silvery and lustrous, almost emitting a heavenly aura that contrasted with the demon’s scarlet malignant glow.

The balls were pumping semen while making the deepest sounds of the biggest gong or bell anyone had ever heard. Their pulsations send long, crackling shockwaves resounding along the entirety of the valley: *woooooo-OOOOOOM!!! Wuuuummm-OOOOOOM!!!!* Seen from afar, hell, seen as high as outer space itself, one could spot each devastating shockwave traveling beyond the speed of sound along the entire valley—and I mean the entire valley, all the way to the circle of mountains and sometimes even further! All the hundreds of miles of that beautiful valley were scorched by those nigh-infinitely deep, nigh-infinitely long-lasting rumbles that first shook, then cracked, then shattered every wood they came in contact with, and so wrought destruction along the entire forest of that paradisical little crevasse within that paradisical little planet.

The god pulled his head back and ejaculated again. His roar was the stuff of terror and awe. Many times it was said that he was a god—a metaphorical god turned literal god turned... truly now, really, no metaphors or exaggerations... really... God! It was impossible to just look at him and not die! Impossible to hear his cries and not go insane. His shouts were now indescribable: as he rode wave after wave of that ineffable orgasm into the highest peaks beyond heaven and hell themselves, the god blasted the moons above them with those very cries.

Just like the booms of his mega balls erupted into every direction bringing destruction and ruination to the woods, his concentrated shouts burst upwards, to every direction he turned his mouth to, and seemed to go on and expand forever. One could see, from the seeming security of space, the shouts bursting upwards into the stratosphere, dynamiting every cloud they came into contact with, and then just sort of... “oozing” into space. Like the contents of a cell once it burst open: it just... spread itself outward into every direction, yet somehow... some-fucking-how!!... those powerful shouts still had their effects on the moons, upon whose surface one could see tidal waves (or sorts) forming as dust was blown away from them.

The god wasn’t creating new craters, but he was blowing away crater-sized gushes of stone and dust on those moons’ surfaces. Maybe his shouts were so powerful that, when they broke through the planet’s exosphere, they didn’t do it just as soundwaves, but as deeper waves that do travel in the vacuum of space, and so they struck those moons like punches to the belly, turning those satellites into the god’s new bitches and vanquished foes.

And his penis, of course, had grown immense and mighty like the penises of the Almighty Five. One could only ponder on the greatness and power of these Ultra Mighty Seedmakers atop the Seedmaker hierarchy now that Roberto managed to (arguably) match them in cum volume and literal cock size. His enormous womb-conquering machine was sprouting over fifty inches in length, rising even more than the proportionality of his more enormous body and reaching up to his chin, way past beyond his mega swollen pecs.

The gushing of the penis was like a fire hydrant that never ran out of milk. The gushes got stronger once every second, yes, but otherwise it was one continuous, uninterrupted explosion of cum that now penetrated the veil of milky steam more often than not. If you recall, the balls of the titan sex god were not throbbing at once, but alternating throbs and “taking turns” so as to keep one long and continuous, unbroken ejaculation.

The god roared with sincere delight at the feeling of about three, four hours of uninterrupted cum. he wouldn’t know it, for he no longer had the mind to count, but his penis had sustained thirty-eight hours of unending ejaculation. The state of the lake beneath was unknown and perhaps unknowable. That it had overflowed, oh, this was beyond question. By how much it was now overflowing, oh... that the god would certainly pay to see!

With cum. He was going to pay with more and more cum. “BRUUU-UUUHH!!!” The giant whined like a literal stallion inseminating the fields it galloped on. “BRUU-UUH-UUUHH!!!” His oversized hands—hands which could never encircle the mega cock even in its “tiny” twenty-something-inch deflated state—now seemed as far apart as in a hug when trying to grapple the turgid swollen surface of that mega breeder. The swollenness and fatness of his super dong was no joke: it sprawled as wide as one nipple to the other, and its mega swollen head was as big, perhaps even bigger than the giant stud’s infinitely gigantic biceps. “ROOOOAARR!! ROOOOAARR!!!”

Black and white began to mix with all the aberrant colors he was seeing, like a digital transmitter losing its signal. It’s been many hours since the god didn’t properly “see” anything. “RUUUURHH!!!” Ejaculating and masturbating himself like... like... like he was using the holy body of a god Itself as his personal fleshlight, the monster just pumped and pumped and pumped (and pumped and pumped and pumped) and would continue to pump endlessly, truly, until his body came undone.

His muscles had grown beyond anything anyone could have ever sworn they would ever grow. The sheer bloatedness of his physique was... mind-boggling! It was the most horrendous and most insanely hot thing ever seen or described on any page! The god was burning hot, crimson like metal, and his penis burned almost yellow like a sun, and tender flames were slowly rising along its enormous, fuck!, it’s fucking huge and bloated surface, steaming along its throbbing veins with that power to crack mountains in half with a single one of its spurs. “ROOOOAARR!! ROOOOAAARR!!!”

The muscles were growing... and growing... and at some point they were going to blow! They had to! There was literally nowhere else for them to do!

The ground cracked. The plateau—or whatever remained of it—splintered. It wasn’t yet, however, still the end. No. The earth was shattered, but still resistant. The god hadn’t yet won one over it. Not yet. Though he was getting close. Perilously close to destroying everything he was tasked by the Masters to protect. “UUUUUUURRHHH!!!”

And so cumming and so pumping and so masturbating and so growing, the god kept unleashing his mega blast of seed up to the heavens. He wouldn’t know it, of course, for everything was so white and his mind was too shaken, but his sperm jets were reaching once again a mile in length.

The god had come so hard he had gone all the way back to the beginning: his ejaculation was as powerful, nay, more powerful now, literally, than his very first release. He wasn’t getting more than he bargained for. No. Alas, he was getting exactly everything he wished—death and all. “OOOOOORRHH...!!”

And so the god kept cumming and pumping and cumming and roaring and cumming and...

Forty-two hours had passed. The plateau ceded completely. *CRUUUUNK!!!* Like a brutal severing of the earth, whatever remained of the solid ground was creviced in two halves which slowly grew apart underneath the god’s feet.

Everywhere Roberto stood on, sure, became a crater almost immediately. The god was so unholy powerful and weighty that the earth itself could not sustain him. Maybe if he stood over a surface of pure titanium he would get some firmness, but even that wasn’t sure. Cumming and roaring and ejaculating his mind out, the god didn’t notice the one long crack growing between his feet, then sprawling quickly, almost instantaneously from edge to edge of the plateau. *CRUUUUMBLE!!*

The crack grew into a crevice that grew into a canyon. With the pressure of the god’s feet themselves, the two halves of the canyon were pushed farther and farther again until Roberto was almost doing a side-split with his legs on it, and then he fell. “ROOOOAAARR!!!” He fell while pumping and jerking his cock with his almighty strength. He didn’t notice he was falling. He didn’t notice the earth tried to swallow him whole, and maybe by swallowing him it would contain his mighty maddening ejaculations.

It didn’t. Roberto was a literal god now whose ejaculation surpassed his very own will. He would keep cumming even if somehow he mustered the consciousness to will his penis into compliance. He couldn’t. Long before the god had fallen, Roberto had long gone completely unconscious. His mind, once a shower of aberrant, blinding colors, was taken over by blacks and whites, then eventually entirely by blackness. The tension and pressure of his orgasms still reached parts of his brain here and there, dimmer and weaker as the cum flowed on, but eventually even this highest of orgasms ceased completely to be felt in his mind, and then it was all blackness, and then it was all darkness—a blackness and a darkness of a much purer kind than those that had assailed him on his first day in that planet.

As the god sunk into the earth, ejaculating on every inch of those rocky walls on his way down, his orgasm was not only sustained, but it kept increasing little by little second after second. The deadly feedback loop he always managed to trap his ladies in—they came so hard that their orgasms triggered other orgasms, and these orgasms fed back into the previous orgasms, making them stronger, which made the later orgasms even stronger, which made the previous orgasms stronger still, and so on and so forth—not had struck the orgasm-maker himself!

Somehow, Roberto’s god-cock ejaculations triggered more semen production, more sperm unloading, and this heightened ejaculation prompted an even harder production, a more thorough sperm unloading. It went on and on seemingly forever, as it’s been going on strong past the thirty-fifth hour of his cumming, and when Roberto finally reached the ground...

*BLAAAAAAMMM!!!* *wooooom...!!* *BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!*

A couple of things happened. First: his impact was like the explosion of some wet comet. He collided with the ground, and then semen exploded everywhere. And I mean... EVERYWHERE!  Every inch of those hundreds-of-feet-high walls was covered with his spunk, many inches of thick rich layers of it, and then more spunk kept exploding outwards from the crevice, as if the god stud was made entirely of spunk beneath his muscles and, upon contact, had popped like a balloon of semen. A balloon containing billions, literally billions of gallons of the hot stuff.

Alas, semen was not the only thing that came from his collapse. Nuclear fire followed. A flash of light followed the explosion of his semen, and then flames the like of which can only be produced by a small-sized atomic bomb roared in the tightened space, and then the plateau was further rocked as the entirety of its canyon shone like a glazing scar, then exploded upward like a wall of fire. The shockwave it produced traveled the entire valley, all hundreds of miles of it, and it blasted the ring of mountains with such formidable strength that cracks formed on it.

That “only” cracks formed along the mountain was enough of luck that they could pray for. The god was ejaculating exactly like his nature—a godly nature!—commanded, yes, but still it was quite difficult for him to truly bang and destroy such faraway mountains. The steam of his seed had long condemned the mountains to be devoid of snow, and every inch of their colossal surfaces was glistening as if coated by sweat—and, in many ways, it was sweat, though not of the rocks, but from the Seedmaker himself, along with the condensed steam of all his magma cum.

Greater destruction had been caused to the forest at large: every single tree first on a fifty-, then on a hundred-, then on a two-hundred-mile radius of his orgasms had been shaken, cracked, then shattered by either the shockwaves of his cries or those deeper, more ominous and ruinous dongs of his godly testicles, and now only a sliver ring of trees at the feet of the mountains remained as proof, as a wistful reminder of the paradisical beauty that giant oasis once possessed.

The ring of mountains protected the rest of the planet from the god’s destruction. For now. Given the ever-growing intensity of his orgasms and the fact the spurs of semen reached as far as two miles long, it wasn’t inconceivable that the god was going to soon be ejaculating straight into the peaks of these mountains, jettisoning his cum hundreds of miles from his mega prick as the most virile display of fertility... in probably all of Seedmaker history?

Roberto wasn’t conscious. He couldn’t think. If he could, however, he would have noticed, oh, that he had grown more powerful, more potent, more virile, more god-like than any of the so-called “Almighty” Five.

“Almighty”! Yeah, right! Pff! He wondered whether even GoS (or more commonly Gus), the God of Studs, had the power to inseminate an entire valley worth hundreds of goddamned miles of diameter!

Or rather, he didn’t wonder. He couldn’t wonder, for he was unconscious, and in his unconsciousness he missed... everything!... that happened after his fall, just like he had missed almost everything that had happened tens of hours before it.

All that was felt in nature was his semen. All that was smelled was his scent. Deep within the widening and shattering crevice of the now-wrecked plateau, the god came and came and came while his semen came back to him. The lake of white creamy magma, which was now an ocean, slowly made its way through the opened terrain towards its creator, but Roberto’s ejaculation had such a power that an effective “force field” was created at a radius of at least fifty feet around the stallion, a force field that not even his mighty seed could penetrate.

Seen from the outside, the god was crying and squirming and overall not having a very good time. The orgasms had taken hold of him. His muscles never stopped growing, yet his skin, mighty as it was, was beginning to tear around their swollenness. *Crack! Crack! Craaash!* Poetically enough, the god was suffering himself the same torture he had imposed upon the land: a slow, painful cracking surely to be followed by loud *snaps!!* and then... utter destruction!

One hour passed. Forty-three hours since the stallion god began cumming. Comets of cum collapsed over him, only to splash against and be pushed away by his mighty bursts of energy—the “force field” which protected him. His roars, like his orgasm, grew only mightier. Even the smoothest grunt he preferred had enough power to blast solid rock into smithereens on a hundred-foot radius. Only his semen was (somewhat) impervious to that power, but even it was slowing down, then slowly being pushed away by the booms and busts of that giant horse god, way beyond his now-untouchable force field.

One hour passed. Forty-four hours of cumming. The sun had probably risen again, but even beyond the dense veil of steam one wouldn’t be able to see it—or perhaps only faintly through the glazing haze of steam that now covered the skies. The entirety of the valley, in all its hundreds of miles of diameter protected by the ring of mountains, was covered by the gods cum steam. His ejaculation had achieved such magnitude that the vapors of that caldera were having global warming effects: seen from space, his ejaculation would easily rank as the most powerful volcanic activity in the entire history of the planet—at least since life first emerged on it. Wind patterns and temperature averages were changing drastically across the entire continent, and the sheet of vapor and steam he was ejaculating was slowly spreading across continental masses, mixing with the oceanic wind currents, and contaminating the entire planet, dimming the sun and beginning what would become, if not a mass extinction event, then at least a small ice age.

One hour passed. Forty-five hours of continuous ejaculation. The god stud was unrecognizable. Well, he still was, of course, but his bulging muscularity had long surpassed what would be considered “attractive” or “desirable” in a sexual partner. Surely there were those who were into that nasty sort of overwhelming muscle inflation, where piles of muscles grew atop each other like literal cancer, but most people would have balked at that, and the monster himself would have preferred to have stopped long ago, should he still have a choice. “GOOORH...!!” His cries now cracked mountains. Literally. Far away, the cracks expanded into whole slices of the mountains, cutting them down and bringing huge sections of them to the ground. “GOOORH...!!” Lucky for the mountains these were pitiful, reflexive cries for help, for even the god’s body, needless of his mind, was desperately attempting to cry for help as their master slowly came undone.

That wasn’t sexy anymore.

One hour passed. Forty-six hours. *Creek... creek... tear... slaaash!!* Strip by strip of muscles began to snap and whip the ground around the god. Roberto himself was sinking and sinking and sinking into the earth, as if his body mass was a burgeoning black hole that would soon tear the planet itself apart. His ejaculation looked like a volcanic explosion, but all white. Truly in the most literal sense: his penis was blowing almost as wide as his grotesque pectorals, and through it the ejection of semen reached the width and the might of a literal volcano expelling its guts out. The penis itself barely seemed capable of holding much more of that cum. Along with the Seedmaker’s muscles, it began to crack around the rim of its two-head-sized pisshole, and the tears were long spreading like strips of blood along its length, all the way down to the balls that were leaking semen at various points—first a little, then huge leakages that were comparable to the ejaculation of thousands of horses cumming endlessly.

One hour passed. Forty-seven pain-ridden agony-drenched hours of cumming. Tears ran down the Seedmaker’s eyes. His deformed throat ballooned even more grotesquely as finally, for once, some semblance of barely recognizable words were uttered:

“Please. Help. Please.”

Maybe the Masters would hear him. Surely they wouldn’t keep their promise and truly stay away from that planet without a least a single lonely probe following their rebellious Seedmaker around, would they? They wouldn’t be so honorable, oh no. Not after a whole existence of atrocious humiliations and (questionable at best) scientific experiments.

Roberto cried and his cries died out completely. His throat ballooned to the point no sound could flow through. The tears on his penis grew, and it was clear that, were them to continue, they would rip the cock in four slices, like a grotesque flower of meat and blood blown open to aggressively bloom into mother nature. It wasn’t a joke that his semen now commanded everything in him: the balls themselves were leaking the hot stuff everywhere. Bloated and scarred, they two were just hours away from... *POP!!*

One hour at most, perhaps. One hour... and then the god would be gone.

One hour later, the god had accrued forty-eight hours of unending ejaculations. Were he still conscious, the Seedmaker would have dreamed, perhaps, of reaching fifty full hours just for the sake of it, for the pleasure of the roundedness and evenness of the number.

That forty-eighth hour, however, was going to be his last. Even his limbs, which were kept hard and steady by the overwhelming muscularity of his being, were now shaking wildly and uncontrollably like their master was a giant doll made of paper flapping in the wind. Muscle fibers were torn apart left and right. The snapping sounds creating shockwaves so sharp and precise they traveled five times at the speed of sound towards the mountains, whose surfaces they whipped like giant whips from the gods, wrecking those walls and making more and more sections of them collapse.

Roberto’s eyes had bulged out. Soon enough, they would pop. His tongue writhed painfully out of his mouth, and his lips, once so inhumanly gorgeous, were not just inhumanly ugly with all those cracks and bloodied tears.

The god was coming undone. His penis, seconds away from rupturing. From blossoming into a flower of blood. Once it did, his balls would explode, and the rest of his body with them—a fitting conclusion for a Seedmaker whose yearning for freedom, maybe, was nothing more than a flimsy cover for his boundless arrogance. He could have stopped. He could have listened to his balls and given them respite. He could have been contented with only a “metaphorical’ godliness instead of a literal one, but none of these “blase” things truly struck his ego.

No. He had to keep cumming. He had to keep filling that lake with his stuff until the entire valley became his lake and the very outskirts of the distant mountains became his goal. He had to keep ejaculating until the skies themselves were his literal limits and the entire planet should be covered with hundreds of miles worth of depth for his seed.

He had to keep cumming. He had to keep being the Man. And now, as he became the Ultimate Male, Manhood itself was coming to reap his soul—the price every man paid to achieve even just a speck of it. If there was any solace to Roberto, is that at least he got way more than just a speck: more than any man, more than even the worst fears of the Masters, Roberto had come very close to full Manhood, to absolute Maleness—and the entirety of the Universe was too small for such overwhelming a being. Hence, he should be destroyed.

And the titan was destroyed in ten... nine... eight...

«God... please...!!!»

... seven... six... five...

«I don’t want to die!!»

... four... three...

«I want to be beautiful again...»

... two...

«I just want... I just wanted...»

... one... ... ...

«A woman.»

A hand touched his balls, and then everything faded to white.