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Marinette was awakened by the sun shining through the window. She slowly opened her eyes and was ready to start the day. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, wasn’t willing to wake up just yet. And, as Marinette was stretching her arms, Adrien turned in his sleep.
For most couples this wouldn’t be a big deal, at worst your sheets would be pulled away and you’d be left in the cold, but for Adrien and Marinette it was quite a different story. You see, Adrien was big, really big. He had only been half a head taller than Marinette when they were fifteen, but that was before puberty really hit. Marinette’s growth had been pretty average, sure she was a bit shorter than most, but nothing spectacular. Adrien, however, experienced immense growth spurts, quickly becoming the tallest boy in class and it seemed like nobody ever told these spurts that they were supposed to stop at some point. His growth only slowed down when he was twenty or so and left him a true giant. Actually, Marinette wasn’t entirely sure he really had stopped growing. She could swear he has to bend down a little more when going through doors than he did a couple of years ago.
All this to say, when Adrien moved in his sleep it was quite the event. His movement made the sheets fall off the bed and nearly tossed Marinette into the air. After her brief flight she landed face-first on Adrien’s chest, her head right between his pecs. The ordeal left her disoriented, but after some time she raised her head. As she did, she looked straight at Adrien’s face. Her heart skipped a beat.
They’d been together a few years now, but she was still amazed at how handsome he was. Everything about his looks was breathtaking. His luscious blonde hair glittered in the morning sun like gold and framed his face perfectly. His lips were curved in a subtle smile and a slight blush colored his cheeks. Gosh, most other models would struggle to look this good when posing for a shoot with an entire team helping them and Adrien was pulling it off in his sleep! No, she will probably never get used to his looks, he’s just way too handsome for that.
After some time Marinette managed to take her eyes off Adrien’s face (easier said than done with his good looks). Her gaze followed one of his arms that he held behind his pillow. Puberty hadn’t just made him taller and more handsome, but had really beefed him up too. The size of his muscles was clearly visible. His powerful arms were almost as wide as her entire body. Actually, she’d measured his biceps once when he was flexing and realised its circumference was greater than her hips. What made it even more incredible is that Adrien rarely ever went to the gym. Sure, he ate healthy food, went for a run every morning and worked out once a week or so, but that shouldn’t make his muscles that big. It seems like Adrien’s body is just naturally huge in every way.
After those magnificent arms Marinette’s eyes came to his chest. Naturally, his pecs were incredibly large. More than big enough, even relative to his height, to make any bodybuilder jealous. Often, before going to sleep, Marinette would lie on Adrien’s pecs and they’d chat about their day. These huge slabs of muscle were somehow both firm and soft, making them genuinely comfortable to lie on. She could hear the beating of his heart and she felt his body heat warming her like a cozy blanket. She also felt his chest rise and fall with his breathing. Man, she should probably try sleeping on his chest some time. Adrien wouldn’t take up most of the bed if he was the bed after all.
Adrien took a deep breath just as Marinette was turning her head to look at the rest of his body. She wasn’t prepared for this and fell off his chest onto his stomach. At least this time she hadn’t landed face-first. She looked to the right, where her eyes were met with the huge wall of Adrien’s pecs. They towered like two hills and completely blocked her view of his face, and really everything else in that general direction. She lay on his abs which, like the rest of his body, were absolutely incredible.
The ravine between his abs was deeper than the gap some bodybuilders had between their pecs. Some girls had boyfriends whose pecs were bigger than their boobs, but Marinette doubted there were many that could say the same about their boyfriend’s abs. Adrien’s eight-pack truly looked superhuman. Marinette caressed his upper two abs, finally looking at something close enough to touch. Her hands were too small, relative to Adrien that is, to wake him. Given how strong his muscles were she could probably throw herself against him with all her weight and strength and he’d barely feel it.
Marinette’s gaze drifted further down his body. She would love to look at his legs. The tree trunk-sized pillars of muscle were probably the part of him that Marinette saw most often. Being 1m60 meant most boys would be taller than her, but that would normally mean the top of her head would be about eye-level for them. With tall boys she may only reach their shoulders and with very tall boys, like Luka, she came up to only chest level. Adrien was on a whole different level though. With his height of 5m70 Marinette was just about eye-level with his knees. When they went anywhere he always carried her, in his hands or on his shoulders or pecs, but not when they were home. Marinette just loved the way Adrien loomed over her. The shadow he casts, the loud thumping of his footsteps, his voice coming from high above her like an angel, they all emphasized just how incredibly huge, handsome and just plain incredible her boyfriend was. Sure, their size difference meant they both had to be careful, but luckily Adrien’s a gentle giant.
Sadly enough, Marinette’s view of the mighty pillars that were Adrien’s legs was blocked by a large, blue hill. Puberty had made Adrien way taller than anyone else in history, angelically beautiful and unbelievably muscular, but beyond that it’d also made him colossally, mind-bendingly hung. Adrien’s godlike manhood was just barely contained inside his custom-made pajama shorts. Even now, being completely flaccid, the sheer scale of his penis stretched the fabric to its absolute breaking point. His titanic cock lay sideways on his hips, its incredible length meant that, despite Adrien’s stature, it actually reached past the ends of his hips. Its head lay solidly on the bed. The size of his shaft was beyond compare, 120cm long and 40cm wide when soft! It’s no wonder the shorts were struggling to contain it all.
And that’s not even mentioning his balls. Adrien’s cum factories hung down halfway to his knees when standing and were bigger than most exercise balls. The two mounds stood proud, rumbling softly as they churned out bathtub-filling amounts of cum. Their never-ending sperm production meant he had to empty them at least twice a day, most days even three times. Getting rid of all that spunk had been quite difficult early on in their relationship. There was no way Marinette could take even one of his orgasms and even the cumbaths she took weren’t enough to use it all. Luckily some sperm banks somehow heard of their struggles and made Adrien their primary donor. There’ll probably be an excess of tall, handsome and hung boys in several years.
Even though Marinette saw Adrien’s bulge constantly, she still couldn’t get used to it. It was just so big. She kept looking at it, utterly fascinated as it pushed his shorts to, and probably past, their limit. Gingerly she extended one of her legs towards it. As her toes made contact with the fabric she could feel the heat of Adrien’s appendage. She noted that he was indeed completely flaccid as she could easily push her foot in slightly. The sheer enormity of his endowments struck her once more. Here his cock was, as soft as any cock could be, and it still looked enormous when compared to her foot. It looked like she had placed it on the trunk of a redwood, except that this one was soft, warm and clad in too-tight fabric.
She began to caress his bulge gently with her foot. Predictably, Adrien’s manhood slowly began to swell. It usually took two or three minutes for his dick to harden due to its sheer size as he was a grower, not a shower. After only a few seconds, even though his junk had barely gotten bigger, the fabric of his pants began to groan. Rips began to appear all over his shorts which tried with all their might to keep back the tide of flesh. But Adrien’s cock was like a force of nature and long before it even became close to half chubbed, the pants gave way. With a loud rip they split in two to reveal Adrien’s behemoth in all its glory.
“Hmmm?” Adrien said, the tearing sound finally being enough to wake him. He looked down at his junk. “Oh,” he said with a hint of sadness. “That was the last pair that still fit me.”