The Tournament of Power had concluded, and the Universe 7 fighters were celebrating their victory at Capsule Corporation. Beerus and Whis had joined the gathering, the God of Destruction lounging on a floating cushion while Whis stood attentively nearby.
Krillin had excused himself to use the restroom, but when he returned to the main hall, he found himself cornered by Bulma. The blue-haired genius had a predatory glint in her eyes, her gaze fixed on the crotch of his gi.
"Bulma? What's going on?" Krillin asked nervously, backing against the wall.
"I saw you in the bathroom hallway," she purred, stepping closer. "The door was cracked. And I saw *it*. Fifteen inches of pure steel, Krillin. How the hell have you been hiding that monster?"
"W-what? Bulma, please—"
"Don't 'please' me," she interrupted, grabbing his gi and yanking it open. The bald martial artist's massive endowment sprang free, heavy and thick, already semi-erect from the adrenaline of the evening. "Holy shit," Bulma breathed, her eyes widening. "It's even bigger than I thought."
From across the room, Chi-Chi had noticed the commotion and approached, her eyes immediately locking onto Krillin's exposed manhood. "Is that... oh my," she whispered, her cheeks flushing crimson.
"Chi-Chi, help me talk some sense into her," Krillin pleaded.
But Chi-Chi was already transfixed. She'd spent years with Goku, whose modest two-inch member had always left her wanting. The sight of Krillin's thick, veined shaft made her mouth water.
"Bulma's right," Chi-Chi said, her voice trembling with arousal. "That's... magnificent."
"Girls, please, Vegeta and Goku are right over there—"
"Let them watch," Bulma said dismissively. She dropped to her knees, her expensive dress pooling around her as she gripped the base of Krillin's cock with both hands. "They should see what a real man looks like."
Chi-Chi joined her, the two women kneeling before the shortest Z-fighter as they worshipped his length with their tongues. Krillin groaned, his head falling back against the wall as Bulma's skilled mouth enveloped his tip while Chi-Chi lapped at his heavy balls.
Across the room, Vegeta had noticed the scene and stormed over, his face purple with rage. "Woman! What do you think you're doing with that bald runt?!"
Bulma pulled off Krillin's cock with a wet pop, turning to smirk at her husband. "Getting fucked by a real cock, Vegeta. Unlike your pathetic two-inch excuse for manhood."
Vegeta sputtered, his hand instinctively covering his groin. "How dare you! I am the Prince of all Saiyans!"
"Then prove it," Bulma challenged. "Drop your pants and show everyone what you're packing. Or are you scared?"
Goku had wandered over, scratching his head. "What's going on? Krillin, why are Bulma and Chi-Chi— whoa."
He'd seen it now. Krillin's massive erection stood proudly between the two women, glistening with their saliva.
"Goku," Chi-Chi called out, her voice dripping with need. "Come here. I want you to see what I've been missing all these years."
"Chi-Chi, I don't understand—"
"Your dick is two inches, Goku," she said bluntly. "I've measured. I've suffered. But look at Krillin. Look at what a real man has between his legs."
Goku looked down at his own crotch, then at Krillin's, his innocent face showing genuine confusion. "Wow, Krillin. When did you get so big?"
"Training," Krillin managed to gasp as Bulma resumed her oral attentions. "Lots of... focused training."
Beerus and Whis had now floated over, the God of Destruction raising an eyebrow at the scene. "How amusing," Beerus rumbled. "The mortals are engaging in mating displays."
"Indeed, my lord," Whis observed, his staff glowing slightly. "Though I must say, that bald one's endowment is quite impressive for a human. Far superior to the Saiyans present."
Vegeta's pride couldn't take it anymore. He ripped open his armor, exposing himself to the room. His erection stood at a meager two inches, throbbing but utterly dwarfed by Krillin's massive shaft.
"There!" Vegeta shouted. "Satisfied?!"
Bulma laughed, a cruel sound that made Vegeta's eye twitch. "Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Krillin, show him what a real cock looks like when it's ready to fuck."
Krillin, emboldened by the alcohol and the worship of the two women, gripped Bulma by the hair and guided her mouth back onto his length. She moaned around him, the vibration making his knees weak. Chi-Chi stood, shedding her dress and pressing her voluptuous body against his side, her nipples hard against his arm.
"Fuck her," Chi-Chi whispered in his ear. "Fuck Bulma in front of Vegeta. Make him watch what he can never give her."
Krillin didn't need more encouragement. He lifted Bulma effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he positioned his massive head at her entrance. She was soaked, her arousal dripping down her thighs.
"Wait, Bulma, I—"
"Do it," she commanded, her eyes wild with lust. "Split me open, Krillin. Show Vegeta how a real man fucks."
He thrust upward, burying half his length into her tight heat in one stroke. Bulma screamed, her head falling back as her nails raked across his shoulders. The stretch was intense, burning in the most exquisite way as Krillin's girth stretched her walls like Vegeta never could.
"So full," she gasped. "Oh god, I'm so full—"
Krillin began to move, his hips snapping with the power of a martial artist who'd trained his entire life. Each thrust drove deeper, working more of his fifteen inches into Bulma's clutching depths until he was bottoming out against her cervix, the tip pressing against her womb entrance.
Vegeta watched in horror and arousal, his tiny cock throbbing in his hand as he stroked helplessly. Goku had pulled out his own modest member, comparing it to Krillin's piston-like shaft with genuine curiosity.
"Can I try?" Goku asked innocently.
"Goku, no!" Chi-Chi snapped, though her eyes were fixed on Krillin's powerful strokes. "You can watch, but that's it. This is for women who deserve satisfaction."
Beerus chuckled, the sound like distant thunder. "The Saiyan race, reduced to cuckolds by a human. How delightfully humiliating."
"Shall I record this for posterity, my lord?" Whis offered.
"Please do," Beerus replied, popping a snack into his mouth. "This is better entertainment than the tournament."
Krillin had flipped Bulma around, bending her over a nearby table as he took her from behind. The slap of his hips against her ass echoed through the hall, each impact driving a cry from her lips. His balls swung heavily, slapping against her clit with every thrust.
"Chi-Chi," Krillin grunted, sweat pouring down his bald head. "Join her."
Chi-Chi didn't hesitate. She climbed onto the table, positioning her dripping pussy in front of Bulma's face. The blue-haired woman immediately attacked Chi-Chi's folds with her tongue, moaning as Krillin's cock rearranged her insides.
"Krillin," Chi-Chi moaned, gripping Bulma's hair. "I've wanted this for so long. A real cock. A real man."
"You're both so tight," Krillin growled, his confidence soaring. He'd spent his whole life being mocked for his height, his lack of a nose, his weakness compared to the Saiyans. But now he had their wives screaming for his cum, their husbands watching with envious eyes. "I'm going to fill you both. Again and again."
He pounded Bulma through one orgasm, then another, her juices running down her thighs and pooling on the table. When he finally pulled out, his cock glistening with her essence, Bulma collapsed, trembling.
"My turn," Chi-Chi demanded, spreading her legs wide. "Give it to me, Krillin. Make me forget Goku's tiny dick ever existed."
Krillin mounted her, driving his full length into her married pussy in one brutal thrust. Chi-Chi wailed, her back arching as she took every inch. She was tighter than Bulma, her walls gripping him like a vice as he began to pound her with the same relentless rhythm.
Goku watched, his two-inch erection leaking precum as he saw his wife's face contort with pleasure she'd never shown him. "Wow," he said, genuine awe in his voice. "Krillin, you're amazing at this."
"Thanks, Goku," Krillin grunted, sweat dripping onto Chi-Chi's heaving breasts. "Years of... meditation... and... concentration..."
"Don't thank him," Vegeta spat, still stroking his inadequate length. "He's defiling our wives!"
"They're defiling themselves," Beerus corrected, amused. "And enjoying every moment. You Saiyans truly are inferior in every way."
Chi-Chi's orgasm built rapidly, her body responding to Krillin's size and stamina in ways it never had to Goku's quick, unsatisfying thrusts. When she came, she screamed Krillin's name, her nails drawing blood from his back as she convulsed around his invading shaft.
"I'm going to cum," Krillin warned, his balls tightening.
"Inside," both women begged simultaneously. "Fill us, Krillin. Please."
With a roar that shook the windows, Krillin unleashed, his massive load flooding Chi-Chi's depths. Pulse after pulse of thick seed filled her, overflowing around his shaft and dripping onto the table. When he finally pulled out, still semi-hard and glistening, Chi-Chi was overflowing with his essence.
"Again," Bulma demanded, pulling him to her. "I'm not done with that monster cock."
Krillin obliged, spending the next hours proving that in at least one way, he was the strongest fighter in Universe 7. By the time he finished, both women were soaked in sweat and cum, barely conscious, while Vegeta and Goku had made a mess of themselves watching, their tiny cocks spent and pathetic.
Beerus clapped slowly, genuinely impressed. "Well done, bald one. I may destroy you last when I get bored."
"Thank you, Lord Beerus," Krillin panted, finally satisfied.
Whis smiled his enigmatic smile. "Shall I prepare a recovery meal? The ladies will need their strength... for round two."