The following is a work of fiction - of course! It contains graphic and perverse acts of sex, domination, and general weirdness! Gender fluidity or even what you could call a fantastical form of transsexualism are the foundations of the princk universe. It is a deliberate choice to make these stories rather outr??, even bizarre, and I totally understand if that is not your thing; simply move on to something that's more to your taste.
Once again, the basic concept of the princk - including the word 'princk' itself - is not mine. As best I can determine, it originated with the artist Eric Stanton. The version found in these stories is my own take on what a princk is and what it can do, and as such it differs somewhat from his or others.
It should go without saying that this work is meant for adults only, and that if the above is not your thing then you shouldn't be reading it.
This is set in the same universe as my previous princk work, "The Princk Amazons", but is not a direct sequel - it's set almost sixty years later and concerns different characters.
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Happy reading!It was a special day in the Karung Dojo. Placed in an exclusive location on the hills, one whole wall was a set of huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows which gave a breath-taking view of the city below as it bathed in the early afternoon sunshine. Normally, on a late summer morning like this the room was host to a dozen or more students working on the various mats, practicing falls and rolls.
Today, though, the room was much more crowded. The Dojo was being graced with a visiting team from the Japanese Sakura Monastery. A visiting team would normally be an enjoyable time, a friendly sharing of techniques and camaraderie. Today, however, the tension was thick in the air. For the Karung Dojo and the Sakura Monastery were bitter rivals - even enemies.
Karung was the latest hot craze in martial arts. A combination of Karate and Kung Fu, it had been developed by the Dojo's owners, Angelo and Tito De Luca. Many Karate and Kung Fu masters were disdainful of the new martial art - each firmly believing that it was disaster to 'contaminate' their 'one true art' with inferior foreign practices. Most especially when the originators of the mix were not even Asians!
It could not be denied, however, that both Angelo and Tito had a long track record of defeating every single Karate and Kung Fu master they had ever tested their skills against. Word had spread quickly, and whilst the more conservative 'old guard' of the martial arts community still looked down on the upstart newcomers, younger students had no such reservations.
Angelo and Tito had quickly become teachers, then role models and mentors, to a rapidly growing group of young men.
The students of Karung had soon gained a fearsome reputation for destroying any opponent. As the reputation spread the school began to attract only the most macho of men. Tall, strong, athletic types - Angelo and Tito insisted that their students spend a good deal of time exercising in the large state-of-the-art gymnasium attached to their Dojo, working their bodies to the peak of human perfection. As time went on and the unbroken stream of wins became a flood, the students became steadily more confident... and then arrogant. A typical Karung student was a strutting, proud, egotistical man. Men wanted to be him, and he could have anything he wanted, even any woman he wanted.
If the Karung students were the epitome of manliness, Angelo and Tito themselves were the manliest of men amongst the manliest of men. Each stood fully six feet five inches tall, the tallest men in the entire Dojo. Each had bodies of sculpted muscle, hardly an inch of fat on them.
And it didn't end with the physical. If a typical Karung student was macho and domineering, Angelo and Tito were all the more so. They ran the Dojo with almost military discipline. Their students were in awe of them, and even feared them. On the rare occasion that a student got above himself, one of the partners would arrange an 'exhibition' match in front of the entire school. He would then proceed to systematically beat down the student, giving him a set of very obvious bruises to serve as a reminder of who the bosses were. This was their world, and they ruled it with a rod of iron.
The Sakura Monastery was everything that the Karung Dojo was not. Located on the slopes of the remote Mount Maruyama on the northern Hokkaido island, the Monastery dated back more than a thousand years. It was an ultra-conservative order, steeped in tradition that permeated every aspect of the monk's lives. And chief amongst these was their incessant veneration of the exquisite art of Karate.
As arch-traditionalists, to say that the Sakura looked down their nose at any alteration of the Karate forms would be an understatement. They regarded such a thing as being sacrilege. Their order had not concerned itself greatly with the outside world over the last ten centuries, and it was entirely possible that they would never even have heard of Karung had not a Karate practitioner who had been roundly defeated by a Karung student joined their order the previous year. When his report of the new art reached the ears of the monks, they had mulled it over and decided that this upstart abomination must be taught a lesson!
So it was that a group of twenty of their best monks had made the journey to the Karung Dojo, with the intention of demonstrating the superiority of their art.
The stage was therefore set; the room was laced with tension and anticipation of the competition to come. An order of battle had been picked, the students were ready, the first match was mere minutes away.
And it was then that Angelo and Tito's wives dropped by, as they were known to do on occasion.
??Adriana and Romana strutted into the Dojo, broadcasting an indefinable sense of superiority and condescending amusement, as a particularly accomplished artist might if she saw children engaged in finger-painting. As soon as they entered, every activity in the Dojo ceased. Complete silence fell as every eye turned to the two De Luca sisters.
Each of them towered over everybody else there. Adriana was seven feet two in her stockinged feet - and seven feet eight in her six inch heels. Romana was four inches taller even than that.
Both women had bodies that were a mystifying blend of ultra femininity and sheer muscular power. At first glance, their feminine power was almost overwhelming. The beauty of their faces was beyond compare - they were, quite simply, the two most stunningly gorgeous faces that any man there had ever seen. Adriana had a mane of golden blonde curls that cascaded down around her shoulders, framing her face to perfection. Romana had glossy, perfectly straight hair, raven black, which fell down her back and past her waist.
Even more than their stunning beauty, though, were their amazing curves. The women had simply enormous breasts, more than twice as large as anything the men of the Karung Dojo had ever seen. But whereas most women of extreme cup size had lost the constant war with gravity, giving them pendulous breasts that hung down almost to their waist, nothing could be further from the truth when it came to the De Luca sisters. Middle aged they may be, but their gigantic breasts had easily won their battle against gravity. Neither woman had ever worn a bra a single day in their lives - they had no need to! Their amazing breasts stood as firm and proud now as they had when the spectacular ladies were eighteen years of age.
Adriana wore a simple white silk kimono jacket and long skirt. Although it had been exquisitely tailored for her tremendous physique, the material stretched tight across her bust. The fabric was clearly straining to keep the garment closed over her stupendous bust line, and barely winning the battle. Whenever Adriana drew breath, one could see the material around her breasts stretching almost to bursting point. It drew the eye, and the attention, of every male in the room. And once drawn there, one could hardly avoid seeing the shape of two very large, very prominent nipples which threatened to poke right through their silk covering! The black leather skirt ended above a pair of matching high heels, each with a very pointed shining silver and matching metal heel. Her outfit practically screamed with raw sexuality. Yet she did not broadcast the air of some low-class street hooker, as most women in such clothing would. Adriana De Luca held herself with the air of a Queen, an Angel descended from heaven, and as openly sexual as her clothing might be, it did nothing to diminish her inherent dignity and obvious power.
That power was not just an aura of feminine control, however; it manifested itself physically as well as psychologically. For Adriana's body was a collection of muscular curves that were larger and harder than any man in the Karung Dojo. From her 24 inch biceps to her 35 inch thighs and 33 inch quads, Adriana bulged with strength, almost as if the power inside her were so great that it had blown her up like a balloon that was at the point of bursting. Yet like the unbridled sluttiness of her clothing, somehow the tremendous muscularity of her powerful body did nothing to reduce her stunning femininity.
If Adriana was a powerful specimen of womanhood, her sister was even more impressive. The taller of the two, she was also even more muscular. Her 27 inch biceps put the arms of every single man in the gym to shame, and her every step was driven by 25 inch calves and 38 inch thighs. A red kimono jacket covered the curves of her glorious body, the thin clinging material showing off every curve. The neckline plunged well past her colossal breasts, almost leaving her thick long nipples uncovered as it showed off her vast cleavage. Like her sister she sported a skirt ??? but this one so short that it revealed stockings held up by a garter belt. Her feet were clad in shoes that matched her sister's, only in red leather, with silver toecaps and heels.
Within ten seconds of the De Luca sisters entrance, every man in the Dojo had a painfully hard erection. One or two of the younger men in the back immediately ejaculated into their underwear at the mere sigh of the female perfection before him.
As mysterious as the De Luca sisters combination of stunning beauty, raw sexuality, and total physical power might be, however, there were two other mysteries surrounding these titanic ladies. Mysteries which provoked a great deal of discussion and debate amongst the students of the Karung Dojo.
One was that glaringly obvious and difficult to explain aspect of their astonishing physiques. Both of the sisters were tremendously proud of their bodies, and they routinely dressed to show them off, inevitably choosing tight, revealing clothing which emphasised every inch of their stunning breasts, and every curve of their spectacular musculature. However, those clothing choices revealed something else... the astonishingly large and prominent bulge which each woman sported at their crotches.
On a man, a bulge in such an area would be the object of envy amongst his peers - though of course such macho men as the Karung students would never admit to jealousy of any other man. But what could it possibly mean to see a bulge in such a place on a woman? And not just any bulge, not even a very large and impressive bulge... but one which was absolutely monstrous, gigantic even in proportion to such stupendous bodies as the De Luca sisters possessed! Time spent in the communal showers after a training or exercise session had demonstrated that Angelo and Tito were easily the most well endowed men in the Dojo... yet their wives presented a bulge that was easily ten, twenty, even thirty times more prominent than anything either man had ever managed at his most tumescent!
There was much speculation and rumour about this subject in the Dojo. Many wondered if perhaps, somehow, the sisters had some sort of deformity, some inherited abnormality that might explain their mysterious bodies. Some suggested that in this age of gender fluidity, perhaps the sisters had not been born feminine at all, but were the product of a surgeon's knife - though it hardly seemed possible that even the most skilled surgeon in the world could have produced bodies with such a superb mix of muscularity and femininity as these!
And some even whispered quietly that the De Luca sisters were nothing less than examples of that new breed of human - the Amazonian Princk Princesses. The Princkazons had first begun to appear in the 2020s, some eighty years ago. It was as if a switch had been thrown in Human DNA worldwide - a small percentage of girls suddenly began to be born endowed with what came to be known as a 'princk', that mysterious organ that was so similar to the male penis... though undeniably different in several respects.
At first they were considered a troubling curiosity, especially when it became clear that nothing could be done about them - surgeons tried amputating the princks of a few children, but the amazing organs simply grew back. Parents became resigned to having 'abnormal' girls, and that was that.
Then it was found that the Princk Princesses were growing far faster than anybody could have believed. Walking and talking by six months old, they hit puberty at an average age of ten and just kept growing. It soon became clear that they were far bigger, stronger, faster, and smarter than any other child, male or female.
As they grew up, the Princkazons had caused worldwide shock out of all proportion to their numbers. They swept the sporting world almost completely. In everything from golf, where Nadia Salkova had stunned the world by casually hitting nine holes-in-one in the 2039 European Tour, to basketball where an all-Princkazon demonstration team had defeated the NBA champions by 224 to 0, to soccer where a Princkazon team had defeated Brazil in the 2042 world cup by a record 22 goals to 0. These days, professional sports had become their domain, and males were not welcome there.
For a while, people reassured themselves that the Princk Princesses were limited to physical prowess. Sure, they may be superior physical specimens, but they must surely be unthinking brutes. Men could still reassure themselves that they were the more accomplished, the smarter.
That had lasted until Princk Princesses had begun to go into science, technology, and business fields. If anything, they had overturned male superiority in those areas even more thoroughly. By 2050 every single Fortune 500 company was run by Princkazons, and virtually every Nobel prize was awarded to them. Science and technology advanced in leaps and bounds - it was like having tens of millions of Newtons and Einstein???s working all at once.
The world had a new type of human, and they were slowly, inevitably taking over every area they tried their hand at. And there seemed to be nothing the regular humans could do about it.
It would have been easy to assume that Romana and Adriana were Princkazons; seeing them around was not unusual, given that they made up about two percent of the population. The only thing that gave the students pause in reaching that conclusion was the sheer size of the bulges. The considerable length and girth of the Princks in comparison to male penises was the stuff of furtive legend... but even the largest were nothing like this! Surely not even the very largest of Princks could account for the titanic size of those bulges!
And yet, just as the sisters huge muscles did nothing to diminish their sensuality... so whatever might be causing those huge bulges somehow did not detract from their overwhelming feminine allure. Straight as every man in the Dojo might be - and they were very straight indeed - the sight of those massive bulges only enhanced their sexual interest in the De Luca sisters.
The Sakura Monks knew nothing of Princks, of course. The news might have permeated their order, eventually, but it had only been eighty years. So the sight of the two women astounded and nonplussed them greatly ??? especially as deep down in a place they barely admitted existed, they found them just as arousing as any other man did!
The other mystery was that when their gorgeous wives entered a room, Angelo and Tito instantly went from being the most swaggering, masculine, bold, fearless examples of manhood for miles around... to being the most cowed, submissive, pussy-whipped pair that anybody in the Dojo had ever seen in their lives.
Both men abandoned their training sessions instantly, hurrying to their wives.
"My Lady De Luca, so good to see you," Angelo said simperingly to Romana. "Thank you so much for doing us the honour of gracing us with your presence once more!"
"Is there anything you need, my Goddess?" Tito said to Adriana. "May we fetch you a drink? Escort you to a place to sit?"
The sisters gave their husbands a look such as a Queen might bestow upon a mildly annoying servant and indicated that they should shut up. Both men fell instantly silent, their heads bowed submissively.
A ripple of unease went through the Dojo, the Karung students discomforted by this display of weakness on the part of their mentors. The Sakura Monks glanced at one another, smiling ???such a display of feebleness from western Karung Masters only confirmed their biases.
"I have heard," Adriana said loudly, "that the latest crop of students here have raised the level of strength and skill in this Dojo to new heights. Frankly," she went on dismissively, "I find that rather difficult to believe. I look around and what do I see? A bunch of young men who look rather stunted and weak to me!"
"Well sister, don't be too harsh on them," Romana said. The mockery in her voice was obvious. "Maybe they're not quite fully grown. You know... like little children! Isn't that right, Angelo?"
Angelo nodded immediately. "Definitely like children, Lady De Luca. Or perhaps technically old enough to be adults, but physically stunted."
More than a few faces in the room turned red at this direct insult from one of their admired leaders as he instantly sided with his wife in mocking them.
"Well, perhaps they are better than they look!" Adriana said. "We should examine them. Who are your two best, most macho, most powerful students?"
"That would be Matteo and Enzo, my Goddess," Tito said, gesturing to two large men who had been sparring at the back of the Dojo.
"Well then, let us have a demonstration of skill and strength by those two," Adriana said. "See to it!"
She snapped the order with such an imperious air that both husbands and students alike leapt to obey without so much as thinking of protest or delay. The large room was rapidly cleared, and all of the mats were brought together to form one large pad in the centre of the room. The students all knelt around the edge as Matteo and Enzo faced off. Both men were in their twenties, large, athletic, muscular men filled with pride and ego - the perfect Karung students, in other words.
Both men bowed to one another - and the fight was on. Matteo launched an immediate hook kick at Enzo, hoping to end the fight in a single massively powerful move. Enzo was too quick, however, and barely dodged the move. The two men went at one another fast and furious. By the standards of any Dojo in the city, it would have been a dazzling display of skill and sheer athletic strength. The students were delighted, letting out occasional impressed gasps at the brilliant aggression of the battle. The Sakura monks watched impassively; if they were impressed at all, they were determined to show no outward sign of it.
Adriana and Romana, meanwhile, watched the display with an expression of amused contempt mixed with boredom.
"Enough!" Adriana finally roared in a loud, commanding tone. The two students instantly stopped, obeying that imperious voice without conscious thought. "Is that the best you can do?" She demanded.
Every student in the Dojo stared at the two women in astonishment. How could they dismiss a display of that level of skill with such contempt?
Adrianna strode into the centre of the Dojo. "Tell you what," she said sneeringly, "why don't you two both attack me at once?"
The two men looked uncertainly to their Masters. "What a wonderful idea, my Goddess," Tito said meekly.
Adriana stripped the long skirt off, revealing a gorgeous pair of sheer silk stockings held up by a garter belt, and matching sheer white panties. As she tossed the skirt aside with a flourish Romana stripped her own skirt off, revealing her panties and garter to the world. Every eye in the Dojo fixed on the two women, astonished at the sight which met them. For the mysterious bulges were now revealed to their eyes through the sheer material of the panties as two absolutely colossal princks!
Neither Lady was erect, and yet the size of those organs was stupendous. Fully nine inches thick and two feet long, their princks rested on a huge pair of balls. No student of the Karung Dojo could quite believe what they were seeing. It was astonishing, even to men who had grown up in a world in which the princk was a relatively known, if somewhat mysterious, factor. They had grown up seeing Princkazons on television and in movies, perhaps even seeing them in real life now and again. One's eye could hardly help but be drawn to the rather prominent bulge that each of those supremely athletic Ladies carried in their crotches. Stories abounded of fully erect princks being as long as eighteen or twenty inches and as thick as four.
Romana and Adriana, however, exceeded that hugely, and they were not even erect!
To the monks, who had never even heard of this emerging breed of superior human being in their remote monastery, the sight of these enormous organs on two undeniably gorgeous women, was nothing short of incomprehensible. They simply sat staring, unable to believe the evidence of their own eyes.
"Full contact! No restrictions!" Adriana snapped at the two men. "I want your best hits!"
Matteo and Enzo looked to Tito with alarm. Full contact?! Karung was more than capable of permanently disabling a person, even killing them. Sometimes severe injuries resulted even with safeguards in place and a skilled student trying to avoid injury. They had been forced to pay out hush money to cover up such incidents on several occasions. In a full contact no-restrictions bout, serious injury was all but certain and death not at all unlikely!
"Yes my Goddess, full contact. No restrictions," Tito said instantly. Safety, always one of his paramount concerns, was completely dismissed from his mind by the words of his Goddess. He looked at the students sternly. "You heard! Begin!"
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