Several hours later, Karen panted heavily, lying on the mattress while gallons of cum
oozed out of her petite ass. She had never even imagined a man as big as Drake could
exist! His expert usage of his yard-long cock ruined Karen, giving her such pleasure that
no woman could ever experience as the gigantic musclegod pulverized her ass, ravaging
it mercilessly as he thrust into the small woman like a jackhammer.
The massive behemoth growled as his cock finally subsided, shrinking to a more
manageable (but still freakishly huge) 15 inches. "So what now, Karen?" The alpha male
asked as his entrancing brown eyes gazed into Karen, bewitching her with the irresistible
beauty of the handsome beast.
Regaining her breath, Karen responded, "First, we got to get you in some clothes, bad
boy!" With a flirtatious lick of Drake's cock, she continued, "I don't think this world can
handle a stud like you in the nude."
Drake chuckled, "That's right. So what did you buy at the store?"
With a mischevous giggle, Karen said, "See for yourself."
Getting off the bed, the huge giant lumbered over to a shopping bag in the corner of the
room. The bag, despite only holding a few articles of clothing, was absolutely massive; it
needed to be, in order to hold clothes that could fit Drake's monstrously large and
powerful muscles.
First off was a HUUUUGE pair of white briefs. Drake attempted to slide them over his
thighs and, after several moments of labor where he tried his hardest to fit inside the 3XL
briefs, finally managed to slide them over his bulbous ass and bulging cock. This was
followed by a pair of blue basketball shorts of the same size; they would have looked
comically oversized on an ordinary man, but on Drake, the shorts had difficulty just
covering the gargantuan musclegod's body!
Moving onto the next item, Drake discovered a 9XL black tee-shirt; clearly Karen had
bought it from some specialized store, since no mainstream clothing center would carry
such gigantic shirts. Grunting, the musclebeast heroically endeavored to fit inside the
freakishly huge tee-shirt. The challenge was far greater this time; the designers had
obviously not expected any man to have shoulders as wide or pectorials as massive as
Drake did. The shirt was designed for an overweight bussinessman, not an overmuscled,
flawlessly sexy beast like Drake. As Drake slowly managed to slip the shirt over his
beautiful head, he came across a "big" problem.
The sleeves were far too small. Drake's 48-inch arms just couldn't fit into the small, puny
holes. At first he looked at it annoyed, but then a devilish grin crossed his face as Drake
simply FORCED his way into the sleeves and FLEXED, blasting off the sleeves of the shirt.
Karen gasped as the powerful fabric exploded off of the far-more-powerful cannons
which most men called biceps. Chuckling, the overwhelmingly muscular alpha male
asked, "Like what you see?"
Karen's throat was dry as she gazed on at the superhuman musclegod, her mouth
hanging open as her eyes attempted to take in all the MAN in front of her. "Oh my gosh,"
she said, her lips moving slowly, "Look in the mirror! You're so fucking sexy!"
Turning to the side so he could face the mirror, Drake sneered as he saw how his clothes
struggled to contain his cosmos-sized muscles. His oversized pecshelf, his bulbous,
protruding ass, his bursting horsecock, his sleeveless gargantuan biceps and triceps;
Drake was just too much muscle for any clothing designer to imagine! Every part of his
body was visible as if the clothes were nothing more than a layer of paint for Drake's
titanically huge muscles. His tee shirt sloped down dramatically from his pecs to his abs
as they formed a 10-pack even fitness models strived to obtain, and his shorts were so
tight and explicit on Drake's rockhard musclebutt that it almost seemed pointless for him
to be wearing them at all! Drake's eyes traveled up his body until they reached his own
face; the one part of his body that hadn't changed all this time. He smiled, revealing two
rows of beautiful white teeth that complimented the faultless perfection of his amazingly
good looks. Drake was the ultimate combination any man could hope to be; his faultless
skin and his bewitching smile, his godlike, massive muscles and the undersized, almost
pornographic clothing... Drake was the absolue ideal, a man so manly that he could turn
straight men gay and make women leak with just a wink!
Drake returned his attention to Karen, who at this point was drooling all over herself at
the sight of such perfection, such muscular and unrivaled Manhood as himself. Now that
the ultimate musclegod had clothes to cover his flawless beauty, what would happen
next?