Clyde needed new swimwear. With summer approaching fast in Brisbane and his body now even more imposing than before, nothing from his old wardrobe fit properly anymore—especially not around the groin. He drove to Rebel Sport at Chermside, figuring the big store would have plenty of options.
He moved through the aisles like a walking monument—tight black tank top stretched across his colossal chest and shoulders, powerful arms on full display. His jeans were already struggling with the heavy, thick bulge running down his left thigh. A helpful staff member pointed him toward the changing rooms at the back.
Clyde grabbed a few pairs of boardshorts and a couple of sleek swim briefs in extra large, then stepped into one of the larger fitting cubicles. He locked the door and stripped down. The moment his massive cock was freed, it hung heavy and thick between his muscular thighs, already semi-hard just from the friction of the fabric.
He tried on the first pair of boardshorts. They were decent, but the material tented obscenely over his endowment. He was adjusting the waistband when the door suddenly opened.
“Oh my god—!”
Brooke, one of the store’s senior assistants, stood frozen in the doorway holding a measuring tape. She was 26, with a fit, sporty body—toned legs from years of playing netball, a tight waist, and full, perky D-cup breasts that filled out her red Rebel Sport polo shirt nicely. Her blonde hair was pulled into a practical ponytail, and her green eyes were now wide with shock as they dropped straight to Clyde’s exposed, monstrous cock.
“I’m so sorry!” she gasped, cheeks instantly flushing bright red. “I thought this room was empty—the latch light wasn’t on properly and—”
She should have stepped out immediately. Instead, she stood there, unable to tear her eyes away from the thick, veined length hanging between his powerful legs. Clyde quickly covered himself with his hands, but it was pointless—there was simply too much of him.
“No harm done, ma’am,” he said calmly, his deep voice gentle despite the situation. “My fault for not making sure the door was fully latched. I’ll just get changed and be out of your way.”
Brooke bit her lip, still staring. The blush on her face deepened, but it wasn’t just embarrassment anymore. “That’s… Jesus, that’s the biggest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Are you even real?”
Clyde gave her a small, chivalrous smile. “Only if you want me to be. Otherwise I’ll get dressed and we can both pretend this never happened.”
The tension in the small fitting room thickened. Brooke glanced over her shoulder—no one was nearby—then stepped fully inside and quietly closed the door behind her, locking it.
“I… I shouldn’t,” she whispered, but her hands were already reaching out. “But fuck, I want to.”
She dropped to her knees right there on the carpeted floor of the change room. Her hands replaced his, wrapping around the massive girth. Even with both hands, she couldn’t fully encircle him. She stroked reverently, leaning in to kiss and lick along the thick shaft before stretching her lips wide around the fat head.
Clyde groaned softly, one big hand gently resting on her ponytail. “Easy, beautiful. You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” Brooke mumbled around his cock, sucking greedily, taking as much as she could while stroking the rest with both hands. The wet, slurping sounds were loud in the small space. She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, clearly turned on by his size.
Clyde lifted her to her feet after a few minutes, kissing her deeply and respectfully. He peeled off her polo shirt and sports bra, freeing her full breasts and lavishing them with attention—sucking on her stiff nipples until she was whimpering. He knelt in front of her, pulled her black work pants and panties down, and buried his face between her toned thighs. His wide tongue worked her swollen clit and dripping folds with slow, masterful strokes until her legs shook and she had to bite her own arm to stay quiet.
When she was soaking and desperate, Clyde sat on the bench and guided her onto his lap. Brooke straddled him, lowering herself slowly onto his enormous 12-inch cock.
“Oh my fucking god…” she gasped as the thick head pushed inside her. Inch after thick inch stretched her open. She trembled, clutching his massive shoulders as her pussy struggled to take him. The obscene bulge was visible in her lower belly by the time she bottomed out.
Clyde held her hips gently, letting her set the pace. “You’re doing so well, darlin’. So tight and perfect,” he murmured against her neck, kissing her softly.
Brooke rode him with increasing desperation—grinding and bouncing as much as the tight space allowed. The mirror on the wall gave them both a filthy view of her athletic body stretched around his monstrous cock. Clyde thrust up gently to meet her, deep and sensual, one hand rubbing her clit while the other supported her back.
She came hard, burying her face in his thick neck to muffle her cry. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around him, squeezing his massive length.
Clyde followed soon after, pulling out at the last second and painting her toned stomach and breasts with thick, heavy ropes of cum. Brooke watched in awe, scooping some up with her fingers and tasting it with a satisfied moan.
Breathing hard, Clyde immediately switched back into gentleman mode. He grabbed fresh towels from the stack meant for customers, gently cleaning her off with careful, tender strokes. He helped her dress, kissing her shoulders and neck the entire time.
“You okay?” he asked softly, cupping her flushed face. “Didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Brooke smiled dreamily, still a little dazed. “Hurt? That was the best quickie of my entire life. You’re unbelievable, Clyde.”
He walked her out of the fitting room when the coast was clear, carrying the swimwear he’d actually decided to buy. At the register, Brooke rang him up with shaky hands and a secret, glowing smile.
“Come back anytime you need… assistance in the fitting rooms,” she whispered as she handed him the bag.
Clyde tipped his hat with a warm smile. “Only if you promise to let me take you out properly next time, not just in a change room.”
Brooke’s eyes sparkled. “Deal.”
Another woman added to the growing list of those who had discovered the quiet cowboy’s legendary gift.