God shoved his fat, throbbing dick into Larz’s meaty ass, almost reaching his heart, and Larz moaned like a horny cow in heat.
God fucked him hard and steady for hours. Larz’s asshole stretched wide open, looking like a bloody red sunflower, with half his intestines bulging out around God’s enormous shaft.

Foam dripped from Larz’s lipstick-red mouth as he squirmed and rolled his hips, pressing himself tighter against God’s grip. Compared to God’s massive size, Larz looked like a tiny, delicate schoolgirl. Before the meeting, he’d painted his lips with grandma’s lipstick, pulled on fishnet stockings, and squeezed himself into a glittery sequin top. His big beer belly hung out underneath like a swollen sourdough. God hadn’t even bothered to rip off his panties before forcing his way inside.

Larz’s bright red panties clung to the side of his ass, cutting a raw line into the sweaty wilderness between his asshole and balls. When God was about to come, Larz turned around, and with a cosmic moan loud enough to reach Andromeda, God exploded all over Larz’s glowing red face. The huge load washed over his sparkling eyes and filled him with joy down to his soul.

After shaking off the last sticky drops, God slapped him, tossed a $20 bill on the nightstand, and left. Larz stayed behind in bed, swollen and pink like an old breeding pig. With tears of joy in his eyes, he hummed Like a Virgin while wiping God’s kilo-load off his face. He slipped into his glittery bra and platinum-blonde wig, tucked the twenty between his sagging tits, and poured himself a lukewarm whiskey-coke, gargling it to rinse out the semen still stuck in his throat. Warm cum still dribbled pleasantly out of his ass as he sat down on the floor, hands clasped in prayer.

Meanwhile, God sped off in his cream-colored Cadillac, red with rage when he realized he’d caught some burning STD. “What a filthy whore!” he roared, loud enough to be heard all the way to Jupiter. In his fury, he transformed Larz into a giant egg — a massive, 150-kilo egg with no arms or legs — still lying motionless on that motel bed outside Las Vegas.

They say there’s still a person trapped inside, though nobody’s seen or heard a thing. Only God knows what’s really in there. Still, some swear they’ve heard faint sounds when pressing their ear to the shell — a muffled humming, deep inside, behind the unbreakable surface:

“Like a viiiirgin, touched for the very first time… like a viiiirgin… feels so good inside… when you hold me, and your heart beats, and you love me, oh-oh, oh, oh…”