You are a Massive Bull
I wrote this like a year and a half ago and decided to polish it up some today. I think this originated as me teasing someone in Telegram.
So have me describing you as a massive bull.
Your desperate moans fill the room, your deep bellowing call announcing your need. You don't regret for a moment being what you are - the world's biggest bull - but right now you need help.
Your balls are so big and heavy that normally they alone would keep you pinned down, the fat orbs pushed to hang in front of your legs and resting on the ground. If it weren't for the pool of lubrication constantly dribbling from the tip of your cock at nearly eye-level, the thick musky seed flowing down your throbbing shaft like an erotic wax candle, covering your crotch and balls, you wouldn't be able to move much.
Of course, even if you weren't hampered by the heavy weight of your massive churning balls, you would have to move slowly and ponderously anyway. The swollen flesh of your thighs and calves on each leg bump and rub, fighting each other around your knees and almost eliminating your ability to bend them. Your round and full glutes fight space with each other, each half of your full and rounded booty grinding against each other as you manage an awkward waddle, constantly knocking things over as you sway side to side.
It's not like you can easily maneuver anyhow, but you can't see if you're too close to something. Your ribcage had spread wide and deep - barrel chested is inadequate for what you have in your torso, and that is before considering the swollen mass of your huge pectorals, jutting out heavy and proud, capped by two sensitive nipples that you can only see the a hint of despite their large size, as the sheer mass of your pectorals has forced them to point downward.
Your awkward and clumsy gait is further exacerbated by the thick trunk of your neck, massively wider than your head but forming a graceful curve complimented by your jutting chest and swollen back, and your boulder-like shoulders, but kept stiff in place because the adjacent muscles are too thick and unyielding to allow much movement, your head only able to turn a few degrees in any direction except down, where your thick jaw is stopped by the steel barrier of your meaty pecs.
Causing even more things to knock over are your arms, forced to stick out at an angle rather than at your sides despite how wide your shoulders are. You can't lower your limbs much before your massive biceps press against your inflamed lats that help give your body that pyramid shape. Much like your legs, your elbows are also the battleground in a war between your biceps and your forearms, limiting how much you can bend the elbow.
Not that there's much point in worrying about that - sure it makes using your hands difficult, but despite the wide and thick palm, your fingers are thick and swollen, clumsy sausages that have trouble grasping or doing more than twitch whenever you feel a thrill of pleasure.
You would worry about not being able to manipulate things, but the weight of the massive ivory horns atop your head, as wide as your shoulders and heavy enough to strain your thick neck, are a constant pressure on your mind. You have a constantly painless headache that makes higher thought slow and focusing hard - but you don't really need to think. The giant brass ring in your nose let's others decide your focus for you. You may be massive and mighty, but the nose ring gives power over you, and you are tugged around by it constantly.
Today it was lead to your own throbbing cock, the tip of your shaft level with your own head, and you groan with pleasure as you feel your balls and prostate churn, masculine scent wafting as your internal muscles spasm, not in orgasm but to keep your constant flow of seed going. You want to lick and nuzzle your cock head, but your shaft is already pulled tight against your barreled chest, cum dribbling onto and between your meaty pecs before flowing onto your cobblestone abs and further down.
Your cock simply cannot come closer, inches away from your muzzle and tongue, kept away by your unyielding muscular pectorals. Your fingers twitch as your arms try to bend, but iron hard muscle gets in the way of other muscle, keeping your hands away from touching your shaft.
All you can do right now is moan and waddle along, leaving a trail of thick musky seed behind you, filling everywhere you go with your musk, and hope that someone will hear your deep reverberating bellows, and come to help you over the edge and into orgasm,
Because you're just too massive to do it yourself.