Hans is fascinated by sizedivergent men, but unfortunately there aren’t many of them back where he lives—and so, he decides to spend his vacations in São Paulo, the Mecca of sizedivergent culture. After crossing the equator he sees many great wonders, and experiences some of them himself.
Hans had lunch and, having checked that he had already missed the time to join one of the walking tours, he decided to visit the National Museum of Sizedivergence. He walked to the square where it was located—in his way there he ogled many of the sizedivergent men in suits walking around downtown, even if he tried not to look too hard at them. He particularly noticed a sizedivergent man talking on a cellphone while sitting on a bench, his bulge so close to touching the ground bellow that it almost bothered him, especially as it moved up and down as he talked. Another one who attracted his attention was a large man who was eating a hamburger with his left hand while walking, because he had to use his right hand to push his throbbing erection (barely hidden under his cocksleeve) to the side.
After getting a little bit lost in the streets of São Paulo, Hans did finally find the large brutalist-style building of the museum—he crossed the square in front of it, seeing several groups of normal-sized and sizedivergent people hanging around the area—some were skating, some were eating as they sat in a circle, others just were talking and having fun. Hans did spend a moment watching the sizedivergent skateboarders doing maneuvers with their erect cocks tied to their torso in order to keep their center of gravity stable. Soon, however, he went to the ticket office and purchased a day pass for the museum, and ended up deciding to wait a few minutes for a guided tour instead of exploring the large space by himself.
A small group formed as other people arrived and waited to join the same tour as Hans: three women, five men—two of whom were sizedivergent men—and himself. Looking at them, they seemed to have come in four groups: the two sizedivergent men were talking to one of the normal-sized women and one of the normal-sized men; there was also a straight couple which appeared to be from Argentina, and the other man and woman seemed to be by themselves.
While he waited, Hans kept glancing at the sizedivergent guys, who were laughing and smiling as they spoke in English to their two normal-sized fellows. He eventually got approached by the normal-sized man who was alone, however, and they ended up starting a conversation where they both revealed their interest in sizedivergence, and also that they both had chosen to come to Brazil in part due to that.
“Where I am from, in Hong Kong, there are very few sizedivergent people. It is weird that, when you look down at the numbers, it all seems to revolve around Brazil—and even in Brazil, it sizedivergency seems centered in São Paulo. It is so random that it is almost like magic,” said the other guy, who introduced himself as Wang Haoran. Hans actually laughed at his remark.
“It’s really odd—the regions of Germany that sent more immigrants to Brazil back in the days coincidentally do have a higher rate of sizedivergence. But, I mean, it’s more likely that people who were larger chose to go to Brazil in a larger proportion than that people whose descendants would go to Brazil had evolved to be larger in the first place, right?” Hans joked, and Wang Haoran smiled in agreement.
“So, how long have you been in Brazil?” Haoran asked, and Hans sighed.
“Only a few hours. This is the first place I actually visit here, you?” he replied, before Haoran’s face brightened in excitement.
“Wow, really? I have been here for a week at least and it has been great. You have to try this place… it’s a coffee shop, really close to here. They offer a varied selection of male tit milk—it can be a little expensive, but they have like 3-day-no-cum and even 1-week-no-cum milk, which is like extremally thick and the taste is super strong,” Haoran said, before lowering his voice a little. “They’ll even let you milk them yourself, it’s super hot,” Haoran said, and then he blushed, before correcting himself, “Oh… I mean, the milk comes out super-hot from their pecs, not that it is, hmmmm, hot to milk them. Sorry for that, it’s just that English isn’t my first language.”
Hans’s mouth got dry thinking of what Haoran had said, and he suddenly imagined himself not only stroking a large pec and milking a man’s nipple, but actually suckling from it. Regardless, Hans didn’t want to reveal his true feelings out loud, so he just laughed it off.
After a few minutes, they were all called by the English-language guide, who was a 270-plus centimeters tall dark-skinned man. He was wearing the museum’s uniform, which fit him very tightly, and he made them form a circle more or less around him.
“Hello everyone,” he said, with a smile, “Welcome to the National Museum of Sizedivergence. My name is Carlos and I’ll be guiding you today. I see we are in… seven, eight, nine! And two of you are sizedivergent too! If you guys don’t mind, please introduce yourselves and tell us if this is your first time coming to our museum?” Carlos asked, looking to everyone and no one in particular.
The first to answer was one of the sizedivergent men. The shorter one, who also had the largest bulge:
“Hello, I’m Júlio from Brazil and I’m here with Paulo, John and my girlfriend, Hannah. Paulo and I live here in São Paulo and we just wanted to show our foreign friends a little bit more of our culture,” he explained, pointing to one of the girls and one of the normal-sized men closer to them as he spoke. Carlos nodded, and as he did so his bulge bounced up and down.
“Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” added the other, larger sizedivergent guy, who was also more muscular and whose bulge seemed a little more tightly held. Unlike his friend, who kept his soft dick snaking around his balls, Paulo kept his in a denim cocksleeve which matched his pants and at the moment laid on top of his balls.
“Great!” Carlos exclaimed. “What about the rest of you?” he asked, now basically looking at Hans. Before Hans could say anything, however, Haoran interjected and introduced himself, after which Hans and the other did the same. After all introductions, Carlos called the group to move to another space and started moving, walking ahead of the rest of them as they followed him into the first exposition.
“So, welcome everyone, our tour takes about two hours in total and I hope you guys have fun during our visit. We will explore several sides of sizedivergence today: culture, history, biology, and society. There is a little bit for everyone here, including immersive experiences for those who want to partake in those kinds of activities. But before that, are there any of these topics you guys are particularly interested on?” he asked, and one hand stood up.
It was one of the two larger sizedivergent men in our group, Paulo.
“Biology, definitely,” he responded, and everyone laughed, even if Hans blushed. Haoran, who was right next to Hans, moistened his dry lips with his tongue. Carlos smiled.
“That is certainly one of the most popular parts of our tour!” he said, and then we crossed into a large room filled with art featuring sizedivergent folks, “But first some history! Sizedivergence has existed ever since homo sapiens developed as a species. However, for reasons which science doesn’t fully understand, it became a more common trait in South America, Western Europe and Western Africa more or less independently, and it spread from those three regions to most of the rest of the world. That’s why these places have the largest concentrations of sizedivergent folks in the world, although there are also pockets of higher concentration of sizedivergency in Japan and Syria and a few other places. Brazil, coincidentally having received immigration waves from all regions of the world with the highest concentration of sizedivergents, ended up having the largest proportion and absolute number of sizedivergent people in the world—while for the whole world only 1 in every 35 people are sizedivergent, in Brazil that’s one in every 7; so, as it turns out, 30 million of the world’s 200 million sizedivergent people live in our country! As such, as we can see in these works of arts here, sizedivergence has been present in our culture since before the colonial era, and it has always been a mark of Brazil,” Carlos explained.
We then took time to appreciate some of the art pieces around us: a few particularly caught Hans’s eye.
One was a large full-body portrait of naked sizedivergent white man wearing in a veranda. His cock was hard, and precum dribbled from it—as it flowed down his cock, it was collected in a large bowl which was held by a normal-sized slave, who was wearing very simple clothes. Apparently, according to Carlos, penis size was considered by some to be a lowly trait associated with slaves and serfs, but was found by others to be useful in controlling those very same oppressed peoples.
Another painting showed a church, in front of which a family walked: the father ahead of them all. He was dressed in fancy clothing typical of the colonial times, including his cock which was soft and covered by a long cocksleeve. It was being carried by a pair of slaves behind him, so it wouldn’t ever touch the dirty ground. After that you saw the mother, who was completely covered in a dark Iberian-style dress. Then came the three children: one, the young master, was the tallest of them all. He was a fully developed adult, probably around 21 or 22, and he was dressing similarly to his father, only in lighter colors—his muscles bulged a lot more, though, and the fabric he wore had trouble containing all of him. His cock was also hard, and was only kept hidden due to a huge white sheet which seemed to stick to his wet cockhead. His balls almost dragged on the ground, but he wore a net bellow them which attached around his neck so they would hover above the dirt. Behind him there were two children—one boy and a girl, both dressed in typical clothes.
The third most impressive painting was called “white honey,” and it showed three Portuguese sailors fully naked, strapped by their wrists in the deck of a large Portuguese carrack—each one of them was more muscular than the next, and all nooks and crannies of their muscles were illuminated by the radiant sun above them. But what was really breath-taking was the size of their cocks and nuts, which varied in color between white, golden and purple—their angry veins seemingly close to bursting. Their rods were hard and angry, and seemed to point towards the observer even as they released large amounts of precum; in a sense, their slits were like Mona Lisa’s smile: you couldn’t run away from them no matter where you were in the room. Their balls, however, were immense and rested on the deck, between their equally large legs, which were wide open. The three sizedivergent sailors were each being milked by a pair of other normal-sized sailors, who were also naked and used their whole upper body to masturbate their immense lengths. At the same time, one other sailor was sucking from the right nipple of the largest of the sizedivergent men, whose mouth was contorted in pleasure.
“This is one of my favorite paintings in our collection,” said Carlos to me, “It shows sizedivergent men being milked during the era of Great Navigations. You know, some people think that because of our size we haven’t really partaken in the great endeavors of human history when we fact we were always there. One of the advantages the Spanish and Portuguese had when colonizing the Americas, for example, was using sizedivergent men as an extra source of fresh and nutritious drink, which allowed their sailors to be healthier than those of other countries. Of course, that’s just one example, but I think it is an illustrative one,” he completed.
Hans’s eyes moved from the painting towards that immense man right next to him, and for a second he just appreciated Carlos’s profile as he looked at the painting—noting, for example, how far ahead of his spine Carlos’s pecs went, and how meaty they were in comparison to his much tighter abs. In every sense, Carlos reminded Hans of one of the tree sailors in the picture: the one in the far left, whose thick lips were wide open—you could almost hear him crying in pleasure. Even as Hans was lost in his imagination, however, the world continued turning, and eventually Carlos turned to Hans and smiled, as he had caught him staring.
“Any questions?” the guide asked, and Hans barely listened, but Haoran, who was next to him, nodded.
“Oh, yes, and what about that picture?” he asked, pointing to the biggest painting hanging in that room, covering some 6x3 meters. It showed a huge crowd of people: in the right, there was an African court, including the King sitting on a large, elevated throne. In the left, one could see a smaller group of European men, led by a captain wearing full military armor who was kneeling bellow the African monarch. In the back, one could see the Portuguese carracks which had brought the Portuguese group to the kingdom of Congo.
“Ah, this is an interesting one,” said Carlos, walking between Hans and the large frame of the painting, “It shows the Portuguese sailor Vasco da Gama—you see him here, kneeling before the king of the Congo—stopping in Africa in his way to the Indies. You see he is kissing the King’s relaxed penis, which falls graciously from his throne, over his scrotum, until it barely touches this golden bowl at the bottom? That is him paying his respects to the King. Many people don’t know, but the Portuguese made several allies in Africa, including the Kingdom of the Congo, when in their way across the continent.”
Another one of the sizedivergent men in our group approached Hans, Haoran and Carlos, getting so close to the German man that he almost felt overshadowed by the two muscular studs around him.
“That’s interesting,” said the Paulo, the muscle stud. He had his right hand on his hip and his left hand adjusting his sizeable soft cock, which was at about the same height as Hans’s abs. “And who is this guy just behind the King? This one with his large penis basically fully erect and decorated with several colorful fabrics and golden cock rings?” he asked. Carlos looked again towards the large painting, identifying the figure—he was embarrassed to say, but under a first inspection he had mistaken the large hard black cock for a wooden pillar.
“Oh, well, that’s the King’s oldest son. He’d be maybe about 24 or 25 years old at this time. It was not costumery for other men to get a hardon in the presence of the King, but it was allowed and even expected of him, the heir to the throne, as a show of virility,” Carlos explained.
“I see. And would only Vasco da Gama kiss the King’s cock, or would his underlings also do it?” Haoran asked, and Carlos shook his head.
“Only Vasco da Gama. The King’s cock was something highly regarded, and as such even being demanded to kiss it was a sign of the King acknowledging Vasco da Gama as a nobleman, and therefore accepting the King of Portugal, who was the suzerain of the captain, as his own equal. If the sailors also did the same, then the King would be degrading himself to a lower level,” Carlos explained, before he and Paulo walked away to talk about other pieces.
Hans, meanwhile, couldn’t take his eyes off that scene for a while: Vasco da Gama kneeling and kissing the King’s royal rod. Squinting his eyes, he thought he could see a tongue there, extending past Vasco da Gama’s lips, going for the majestic noble red cockhead. Hans’s cock throbbed at the thought, before he moved on to the next part of the exhibition.
The group entered another part of the museum, this one more focused around the biology of sizedivergent people. In the center of the gallery, one could see an anatomically correct statue of a sizedivergent man and a sizedivergent women, both incredibly large: the man was a bit more than three and a half meters tall, while the woman was around three meters in height. According to the sign to the side of the statues, they represented two real people who had been particularly important in the history of studying sizedivergent anatomy.
“They were both very significant not only because they were large, but also because they were studied by doctor Josiel da Silva, who was himself half sizedivergent, and he documented their bodies in an extremally detailed fashion. These documents then made their way to Europe and were very foundational in sizedivergent medicine by laying the foundations of the notion that the sizedivergent body has to be studied on its own merit, rather than just as an extension of the normal-sized body. For example, look at the man’s soft penis. He’d never have enough blood in his body to get an erection, normally, and yet that happens all the time with sizedivergent men. Only after Josiel da Silva’s study did we understand that sizedivergent men’s penises get hard by diluting blood, which is unique amongst human males,” Carlos explained.
The sculptures in the center of the room did attract Hans’s attention, as he could go and touch them, and being so close to the reproduction of the perfect male form made him realize how puny he was next to a sizedivergent man—his waist was probably not only smaller than the sculpture’s arms and cock, but possibly smaller even than its neck! However, soon his attention moved towards a video playing in one corner of the room—it showed a muscular sizedivergent male laying with his torso on top of his hard cock, which itself rested on the floor. The man had his balls behind him, and his legs firmly planted on the floor.
The man stayed a few seconds in that position, apparently enjoying the smell and warmth of his hardon, but then, suddenly, he used his arms to try to hug his hardon (which he could do only partially). When he was satisfied by how much manhood he was embracing, he used his legs to move his whole body back and forwards, using his torso and the floor as the fulcrum with which to rub his length against.
After a few minutes of that going on, the man’s cock trembles and his balls contract—enormous amounts of semen then leave his cock’s mouth. The camera then moves to a bird’s-eye position, allowing the viewer to see how far each successive shot had landed from the meat missile-shaped organ. After that, the video records the distance of the first ten shots and adds them up, showing a total sum of over a kilometer and a half of “distance covered.” Then the camera changed again and showed a measure of the volume delivered: 367 liters. A text then appeared, in English, “While this is an above average production, it is by no means unusual. About 25% of sizedivergent men cum more than this specimen under the same conditions.” As the text disappeared, the “specimen” was panting on top of his own softening genitalia.
Hans’s cock was hard as he watched that, but soon he noticed that the dicks of the two sizedivergent men of their group were also getting chubbier. One, because he was looking at a similar video of a sizedivergent woman having her tits milked on the other side of the room; the other, because he was standing just behind Hans, watching the very same video as him.
Once he realized Hans’s eye had moved from the video towards him, the sizedivergent man coughed.
“I’m sorry, I might need to be drained soon,” Paulo said to Hans with a smile. Hans’s eyes opened up in surprise, but also delight. He had seen many videos of ubermen being drained, but he had never heard it being referred to in real life—that is, outside of the internet.
“Really? Do you do it often?” he asked, and the guy seemed to think for a while, before nodding.
“Twice a day, at least. Sometimes three times. But that’s because I’m not a big cummer, to be honest. Not in comparison to some of the other guys,” Paulo informed Hans, whose cock at this point was throbbing under his pants. Carlos then comes between them, and lets them know that there were facilities for people to relief themselves if need be.
“Although we don’t segregate by size here—if you want to be drained you can both take the hallway and go to the second room to the left,” said Carlos, pointing towards the way, “We won’t wait for you but you can catch up to us in the next part of the exhibit, which is the cultural section.”
Hans didn’t know very well what to do—he thought, obviously, that the draining room was for sizedivergent guys only. Surprisingly, however, once Carlos left him and Paulo by themselves once more (he went to explain something else to Haoran), Paulo smiled at Hans and said:
“So, do you want to go there? You are a foreigner, right? Given that and… your size, I imagine you don’t have much experience with other men being drained or with draining yourself, but I can show you how it works,” he said, and Hans spurted a sly smile.
“Oh, that’d be great. But wouldn’t your boyfriend disapprove of it?” he asked, pointing to John—the normal-sized guy who had come with Paulo, Hannah and Júlio. Paulo coughed.
“No, he is just a friend. And more of a friend of Hannah’s than of mine, anyway,” he said, moving his body away from Hans’s, but then finally looking directly at his face, even if it was lower than his pecs. “So, what do you say?” he offered once more.
Hans blinked—his palms got wet and he was nervous. But he was not about to waste what could be a once in a lifetime opportunity. And so, he nodded, and followed Paulo to the hallway and to the draining room. As he left the exposition on sizedivergent anatomy, he looked back to their group and only noticed Haoran’s side eying him and smiling, before he turned his face back forward, his vision concentrated on Paulo’s large ass which moved up and down, left and right in his pants—almost ripping them as he walked.