NNN Final Day - Grow Juice #20

ENGLISH:
The last seconds of November are approaching...

Boruk, swept away by a wave of uncontrollable urges, suddenly released the cracked pillar he was clutching in his left hand, some concrete debris crumbling beneath his fingers.

He straightened to his full height, his colossal body casting a menacing shadow under the fluorescent lights of the gym, startling Jonathan and Bugrol behind him. Then, as he raised his arms toward the ceiling and flexed them, a powerful roar erupted from his throat, making the walls shake and the windows vibrate beyond measure, exposing his newly acquired sculpted muscles, prominent veins snaked through every part of his body and pulsing beneath his skin.

His erection, throbbing and imposing, stood at attention, quivering with every beat of his heart, as if it were only waiting to release the contents of his grotesque testicles, which were clamped between the orc's legs. Their colossal weight slowed his every movement, his spread legs struggling to support the crushing load. The taut skin of his scrotum seemed about to give way under the pressure.

Boruk, his eyes shining with a ferocious glint, roared again, his cry echoing like a call for dominance as the final seconds of November ticked by, marking the imminent end of No Nut November's gamble.


FRENCH:
Les dernières secondes de novembre approche...

Boruk, emporté par une vague de pulsions incontrôlables, lâcha soudain dans un mouvement vif le pilier crevassé qu’il serrait dans sa main gauche, quelques debris du béton s’effritant sous ses doigts.

Il se redressa de toute sa stature, son corps colossal projetant une ombre menaçante sous les néons de la salle de sport interloquant Jonathan et Bugrol derrière lui.
Puis tandis qu'il lève les bras vers le plafond et les fléchit, un puissant rugissement jaillit de sa gorge, faisant trembler les murs et vibrer les vitres bien au-delà de toute mesure, exposant ses muscles sculptés nouvellement acquis et ses veines proéminentes, serpentant sur chaque parcelle de son corps et pulsant sous sa peau.

Son érection, palpitante et imposante, se dressait au garde-à-vous, frémissant à chaque battement de son cœur, comme si elle ne demandait qu’à libérer le contenu de ses testicules grotesques prise en étaux entre les jambes de l'orc. Leur poids colossal ralentissait chacun de ses mouvements, ses jambes écartées peinant à supporter cette charge écrasante. La peau tendue de ses bourses, semblait sur le point de céder sous la pression.

Boruk, ses yeux brillant d’une lueur féroce, rugit à nouveau, son cri résonnant comme un appel à la domination tandis que les dernières secondes du mois de novembre s’égrenaient, marquant l’imminence de la fin du pari de No Nut November.

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