Published: September 7th 2023, 2:13:29 pm
There had been a strange series of break-ins throughout the city in the past few weeks and every single one of them had something in common: people went missing, yet nothing of value was stolen. Some of the people taken had been identified, but there was no clear connection between them. On top of that, at the site of every crime scene, the police found gigantic human footprints. The investigators were absolutely puzzled by these strange events and didn’t really have much to work with. Then one Saturday evening... everything changed. The police received a panicked call from the head technician at the factory near the docks. The man said that some kind of immensely muscular thug had broken in and was tearing the place apart at random. He also said that he had no idea how the man got in without triggering the alarm. He was so big he probably weighed more than three grown men, yet he seemed to have just appeared out of thin air into the factory. The police dispatch sent out a car with two officers to investigate, even though the whole thing seemed very hard to believe. Officers Masterson and his partner, Grimes, were not so quick to discard the call as some “strange delusion” from an overworked factory employee. Their gut told them that this one had to be linked to the giant footprints from the other case. They had no idea just how right their gut was. It was a ten-minute drive from the police station, a time in which they both suspected they would surely run into trouble. As they got closer, the roads got rougher, and so did the weather. It started raining heavily. The first order of business when they reached the site was to ask if the suspect was still inside. “He is! We have no idea what he wants or how he got there. We’ve evacuated everyone and were waiting for you.” the man said, visibly shaken by this whole situation. When they got the confirmation they needed, they pulled out their guns and walked right in. Strange noises could be heard from one of the main production halls, but nothing that indicated vandalism or destruction of property. They peeked through the slightly open doorway and saw nothing at first. But then their eyes fell on the deep cracks in the concrete floor, at the centers of which stood large human footprints, just like the ones they already knew. They followed the footprints further into the hall, walking slowly like panthers. Some machines were broken or bent beyond repair and pieces of broken furniture littered the room. This was definitely the work of someone incredibly strong. The strange sounds became clearer and more animalistic the closer they got to the source. Then they realized that those were moans of sexual pleasure. A few moments later, they finally stumbled upon their suspect.
The man who called was right. In front of their eyes stood an immense behemoth of a man, so heavily muscled he could be compared to half a Mr. Olympia stage put together. He let out a loud grunt as his gaze drifted across the ceiling of the empty room. He was so large and packed with hard muscle that he exploded out of his clothes, the remains of said clothes still littering the floor around him. The large factory table he was seated on creaked under his immense weight. His mighty hands stroked the base of his cock with regular robotic motions while the sounds of his rough moans and deep breaths filled the large room. His enormous girth and ridiculous length lay naked across the cold concrete floor like a gigantic shaking snake, leaking precum and forming a large puddle at in front of his massive cockhead. What was even more disturbing was that the monster of cock was still mostly flaccid, yet it was so humongous its length measured more than half of his total height. He couldn’t even see the tip of his manhood, but he could hear the steady, powerful gurgling sound of the thick sludge that was his thick cock-juice, slowly seeping from the tip of his ridiculous shaft. His balls were so huge he would have no choice but to sit on them if it weren’t for the sturdy table he was shamelessly resting on. With a deep manly moan, he adjusted his position, but he simply couldn’t find a comfortable way of sitting mostly because of his barrel-sized balls. They were so swollen and vein-riddled that there simply was no angle in which his musclebound legs didn’t squeeze into them, unintentionally stimulating them to grow even larger. His large feet were barely touching the surface of the floor. He would have been all but immobile until he came, finally deflating the massive cum tanks between his legs. His muscular frame slowly swelled more and more as he jerked off without a care in the world, not even noticing the two cops for several minutes. Even with his long and outrageously beefy neck, he was barely able to properly look over his massive pecs. His massive traps and deltoids made him look hunched over, giving him an even more monstrous appearance. “Police! Stop what you're doing and put your hands up!” shouted Masterson, pointing his gun at the giant. He completely ignored them and continued to stroke his massive cock. Dozens of thick muscle fibers danced on his forearms as he worked the oversized pillar of man-meat like a crazy gorilla. After Masterson fired a warning shot at the ground next to him, the musclebound behemoth finally turned towards them. His expression was pure lust combined with a complete lack of self-awareness. “SO… HORNY!!! NEED… TO… CUUUUUM!!” he moaned as his cock became hard as a steel pole, now pointing directly at the two dumbstruck cops. Finally able to take a better look at his face, they saw that it too was covered with a few finger-sized veins that pulsed like beating hearts. He started stroking faster and harder, his dick spewing pre like a broken faucet right in their faces.
Masterson wanted to shoot the bastard, but they needed the suspect alive to solve the other case. He tried to approach the masturbating giant but was absolutely taken by surprise when the man’s balls contracted violently and he finally came, firing towards him with the force of a fire hose. He roared like a caged beast as he held his hands firmly on the base of his gigantic manhood, keeping it steady as blasted the officer from his feet and then pushed him against a nearby wall. He was firing gallons upon gallons of thick cum, so much that the blast caught Grimes too, hurling him right next to his partner. The suspect’s muscle mass seemed to increase the more he came, his body becoming so bulky and huge that he started having a hard time moving at all. Luckily for him, he started growing taller too, although at a much slower pace. The cops opened fire, but even that proved absolutely futile. The bullets bounced off his thick skin and dropped to the ground like the heavy raindrops outside, leaving nothing but scratches on his muscle-packed body. They tried firing at his cock and balls, thinking that they might be his weak spots, but no luck there either. Not only were their shots completely useless, but the monster only got more aroused the more hot bullets tickled his humongous genitals, making them further increase in size. He came so hard his body exploded with new muscles, easily surpassing 600 lbs and 7 feet in height, this being a rough approximation. When he was done cumming, his mind got shattered by the intensity of the orgasm and he collapsed on the giant table like dead weight, finally breaking it apart under his colossal frame. His eyes were completely white and he was drooling uncontrollably, his gigantic body still shaking violently after the mind-shattering orgasm. The cops were covered from head to toe in the monster’s sticky cum, but at least they were alive and he had been stopped, at least for the time being. “Fucking hell, man! What the hell was that? I mean… who or what is this guy?” asked Grimes, trying to make some sense of what just happened to them. “I’m just as confused as you. But at least the fucker’s out of it. Call it in. I’ve got a feeling we’re just getting started!” replied Masterson. He approached the giant mass of human bulk that was the suspect and looked directly at his face. He wasn’t just unconscious, he was pretty much brain-dead. Even so, this was no mere roid-head that took things too far. This was something far more intricate. His biceps were at least twice as big as Masterson’s head and his traps were so large his head was practically laying on a huge pillow made of his own back muscles. His dick was back to its flaccid state, yet it was more or less the same size as before. On top of that, it was still leaking precum mixed with the remnants of the cum still left on the thick walls of his urethra. “Hey, we’ve got a problem!” said Grimes from a few meters away. “What’s that?” Masterson asked, still inspecting the bloated mass of muscle before him. “They said that another one had been spotted in the park. Same description, except it’s a woman. They sent half the force to stop her and they didn’t manage to do shit. They’re still struggling as we speak.” Grimes said with his police radio in hand. “Fuck me!” Masterson replied with a concerned expression.