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It had been a crazy week and Zak just wanted to get his workout done and go home. The consistent clank of metal and rhythmic grunts of Zak's workout rang out through the gym and echoed through the empty machines. Many people had dropped their memberships in the recent months so he basically had free rein over the facilities. It sucked that he couldn't cruise the locker rooms anymore with how few people came by, but the sauna and the pool were still maintained well enough. Even the receptionist that would normally be nagging him to buy his protein shakes was oddly absent, but Zak just wrote it off as the off season.

“Good for him, finally getting some time out of this dump," the jackal chuckled to himself, his own joke echoing off the walls back at him. Despite the lack of people going to the gym, Zak preferred coming to the gym instead of working out in his apartment. Driving to the gym blew chunks, but that's construction in the cities for ya. He worked from home, so he could easily take a break here and there, do a quick resistance workout to maintain his already impressive physique, but he just couldn't get the same pump that he did when he was lifting professional iron.

The jackal finished his set, racked his weights, and looked at the mirror. The massive man lifted both arms, his massive biceps threatening to impose onto his delts with their size. His powerful hands were thick and calloused form years of training, his shelf like pectorals were split with their definition and protruded out to shade his powerful abdominals. His obsidian fur was matted from his sweat, his cutoff tank clinging to his abs and underlined the deep crevices of those cobblestones.

Zak knew the rules of the gym. No posing on the floor, but he didn't quite care when no one was around. He peeled off his shirt and slapped it on the bench press before blasting into a most muscular pose, his shoulders and back pumped, his pecs solidifying into compacted cinderblocks of muscle as he snarled at his own reflection like some beast pumping himself up to look fiercer. His foot paws flexed up to make his powerful calves and thighs ripple and show off the definition he had worked so diligently on. He had perfect form and his muscles were peak aesthetic.

The jackal stood back up, his muscles relaxing into their pumped state, the veins thrumming against his granite flesh. He bounced his pecs, the blue chest hair matted down between them bunching up as sweat dripped off his exposed nipples. The happy trail of blue fur thickening down into his athletic shorts only accented the bulge between his legs.

“Fuck yeah, look at that beast," Zak chuckled and kissed the air before lifting an arm, exposing his sweaty pit, his lats solidifying into meaty wings and deepening his pit, the blue pit hair split as it was tuck to his triceps and thundering obliques.

The jackal huffed, his sheath plumping at his own reflection before he shook his head, droplets of sweat spraying as he kept his libido from taking over.

“Fuck I'm pent up," Zak huffed. “I don't think I've been able to find a decent hole to dump into for a week now. Fuck me man," He turned and snagged his tank before hitting the showers. He rinsed off and made it to his Hummer. He needed to leave early to get back to his apartment on time for when his old college friend came over. All this damned construction though was making it impossible to get anywhere. What was the point of making roads wider when they just filled up with more construction? What was the point of making all these massive buildings when no one was hiring? All it did was fuck up Zak's commute to the gym.

All that compounded by the fact the world wasn't built for guys like him. Being a seven foot titan had its benefits, but he always had to have a massive car that nearly took up two lanes to comfortably fit his frame. His apartment was a studio with high exposed ceilings, but everything was custom made and scaled up. Not that Zak cared about the extra spending. He had the cash. It was just sort of a logistical nightmare to get everything to fit him right. Didn't help that he had a second growth spurt after college that pumped him up. Gaining another six inches and hitting the seven foot mark doesn't leave much room for error on his previous custom builds. It was the whole reason he needed the custom loft made.

Though, it would be all worth it.

Zak's old friend, Green, from college always called him “Tiny" even though he only had a few inches on him at the time. Oh how the turns have tabled! Zak couldn't wait to lord his size over the big asshole and make him feel small for once. The one thing Green respected was size, the survival and worship of the fittest and today Zak would be the biggest and fittest one in his apartment. Just thinking about making Green bend the knee and kiss his foot paws would be a truly religious experience.

Not that Zak had ever dreamed of doing that to Green when he was taller than him. No, never! Not even that one time when they crashed at their friend's place after drinking the bars dry and his foot paws were hiked up over the edge of the couch. Sure, he may have slid down on the floor beneath them, watched as they twitched in his sleep, how the aroma of dirt and musk wafted down from those toes. Those perfect soles arched into four powerful toe paws. The claws sharp and ready to tear flesh from bone, to punish any tongue worshiping them if they did anything wrong. Onyx fur on top, green pads beneath, a toxic mix of colors for an intoxicating man.

“Fuck," Zak shook his head as he pulled into his parking space. He had auto piloted from the gym back home. He hardly remembered the time spent during traffic. All he could see when he closed his eyes were those foot paws and the jackass's purple toe rings.

He simply huffed and got out of his car, his own foot paws slapping the ground in his flip flops. He left his duffle bag in the back of his Hummer, knowing he'd use it tomorrow to haul his workout clothes to the gym. His watch buzzed, and he pulled out his phone. It was more of a tablet with its augmented size.

“Be there in ten," Green's text message blazed across the screen.

Zak shot a response back and went to pull his apartment together. He took the heavy lift elevator up, the only elevator large enough for his frame. He made it to his studio and went in. Despite his complaining, it was a very nice apartment.

It was fully open concept. From the bedroom area on the far wall, to the living room and kitchen, everything was state of the art and cutting edge. The fridge was a custom size, a massive door that anyone smaller would have trouble opening. The kitchen island doubled as a dining table with its size. It ran the length of the kitchen. The granite countertops were white and his cabinets were a cobalt blue with silver handles. His bedroom had a Cali King with Egyptian cotton sheets, all a deep, rich blue color. His living room had various game stations hooked up to the hundred inch screen with the devises built into the shelving of the wall. The outer side of the studio had windows that lead to a balcony with a grill and a patio set.

It was a total bachelor pad.

He had dozens of other men come through those doors, gave them the night of their lives, and kicked them to the curb. He was done with those conquests and didn't need them anymore. Though, he was tempted to pull out his little black book now that it was oddly hard to find people to fuck. It was like everyone just stopped doing shit and just worked all the time.

“Fuck me man, these blue balls are fucking killing me," Zak huffed tossing his keys in a bowl near the entryway. He then made his way to the shower to rinse off. As the water ran over his fur, rivulets of water washed away the hard salt, but didn't get rid of his musk. No, Green always shoved his stink in the jackal's face, either intentionally or not, it was infuriating. That smell, that musk, it haunted him to this day. It was a mixture of powerful man, sweat, burnt cedar, sandalwood and pepper that left his mind on edge. More than once he had to hide his erection when Green would sling an arm around his shoulder, that pit pressed against him and leaving a musky imprint of his essence like some perverted crissum.

Zak snarled and snapped the water to cold to douse his boner, the thing refusing to fully shrivel with the amount of pent up nut he had. He refused to waste even his pre on that man, at least not with that dynamic. He couldn't bear to be smaller than him anymore. He didn't know what he would do.

He stopped the shower and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Just as he left the bathroom to get his clothes the buzzer went off. The jackal had a devious thought. Green respected size more than anything, and with his fur matted down to show off the crazy definition he had cultivated out of college, he would love to see the shock, the admiration on his face as he opened the door in nothing but a towel. A dark smirk appeared on his face as he huffed at the idea, his sheath plumping up. That's the kind of arousal he was okay with.

Zak padded his way to the door, leaving wet paw prints in his wake. The buzzer rang again, the Big Green was always impatient. The jackal paused. He wouldn't need to call him the “Big Green" anymore, now would he? He grabbed the handle and opened the door, one hand placed at his hip to show off his triceps and lats.

“Hey there Greeeeee…nuh…" Zak was looking down, but he found himself looking at the exposed midriff of a solid pack of abs, the bellybutton popped against the angry bricks that made that abdominal wall.

“Yo," Green rumbled from above, causing Zak to lift his gaze upwards. Higher and higher his eyes followed the powerful viridian abs until he saw the crop top covering Green's pecs, only threats keeping the thing together like he grew into the shirt and tore it himself. The drox's powerful arms were crossed and leaning against the top of the doorframe while his head had to tilt down to look into Zak's apartment.

“I…" Zak looked at that hulking beast, the powerful veins rolling over his muscles perfectly relaxed and toned despite not having a pump. His purple eyes practically glowed, his green hair styled up while his black mane bloomed from the canyon between his pecks and up to frame his powerful neck. Every twitch, every breath, every little movement of the giant man before him was dumbfounding. Zak found he couldn't focus on one thing; it was like trying to take in a masterpiece that scaled several stories high. You simply couldn't capture it all in one look, and this was in motion. The flex of an arm, the twitch of an ear, the adjustment of his foot, it was all adding to the monstrosity of what Green had become.

“Happy to see me?" Green smiled, his teeth gleaming.

“I…yeah…"

“Dude, I meant your towel," Green huffed.

Zak's fur stood on end, his towel had come undone, but instead of falling to the floor, something arguably much worse happened. His dick, hard as steal, hooked the towel on it, keeping the jackal decent, but showing his abject eleven inches to this titan of size.

A blush burned across Zak's face as he quickly grabbed the towel and fumbled to get it tied around his waist again.

“Don't blush dude," Green chuckled. “Nothing wrong with having a tinny dick. It's more about how you use it, or at least that's what people tell me. Clearly, I've never had that problem."

Green spread his legs, his shorts pushed to their limit. Zak's jaw dropped as he saw the anaconda and duo of grapefruits sloshing in their cloth prison. The Big Green reached down, itched his massive sack, the thing pushing up against the fabric and outlining every detail, even the veins on that beast of a cock pushed against the fabric and showed the virility coursing beneath. Even clad in cloth and fully soft, Zak could tell he was the inferior man in every way. The only good thing about the envy burning inside his chest was the fact that his fist had clenched so hard to prevent his towel from slipping again.

“You just get out of the shower?" Green leaned in, his lats spreading out, his pits exposed and tinging the air with his manly odor. The drox gave a little sniff and shrugged. “You using some girly shampoo?"

“I'll get dressed," Zak gulped, his mouth dry. “You can, uh…make yourself comfortable."

“Tight," Green nodded and ducked down beneath the door before ascending to his full height. “Well, your place is nice. Though, I thought you would have gotten a bigger one. You always insisted you were going to grow into anything you bought."

“I…I did," Zak shook his head, finally feeling like he could focus now that he had averted his gaze from the beast of a man that was entering his apartment. He could feel the tremors of those soles as they came into his home, the flip flops noisily being kicked off at the door. Zak just dove into his bedroom behind the screen despite the fact Green could look over at any moment and see the jackal.

“Yo! These your footprints? Shit dude, you got tiny paws," Green chuckled, putting his foot down and eclipsing the wet spot with ease. It was a harmless jab but it struck Zak to his core. He had always thought his foot paws were big and manly. Many a bitch had been pinned beneath them, worshiping them, but now, every time he envisioned those moments, all he could see was himself in the subs place, worshiping Green's massive, perfect…

“Yeah, I guess they don't look bigger to you," Zak replied, slapping on some athletic shorts and a cut-off tank, leaving his nips exposed as he came back around.

“Bigger? Dude, you haven't changed a bit," Green came over, his foot paws making the ground shiver with pleasurable tremors as he approached the jackal. Zak took a step back and found himself pinned to the wall as Green leisurely strode up to him. It wasn't forceful, but when Green pinned him, it was most likely unintentional. The drox's pecs were simply large, impenetrable love pillows. So, when pinned up against a concrete wall and a big, green, granite statue that would put Greek gods to shame, you were more or less between a rock and a hard place. And Zak was hard.

Green put his hand on the Jackal's head, the dog's ears flattening as he measured how tall he was and then pulled his hand to his chest, right below the collar bone and resting on the zenith of his pecs.

“See, same as in college," Green gave a beaming smile. “You haven't grown a bit Tiny! If anything, you've shrunk!"

Zak was frozen, his face burning with his blush as those pecs kept him pinned, unmoving, his dick threatening to rip out of his shorts. Thank god his posers were designed to pull his dick in line with his waistline to help hide it, but if Green merely pushed a little harder, he could feel that boner throbbing against the jackal's thigh. He was trapped, the lump in his throat drying his tongue and robbing him of his voice as the powerful heart of that apex predator beat proudly beneath those slabs of living marble.

Then he was free.

Cool air rushed to greet Zak as Green pulled back, the jackal unable to look away as the drox pivoted into the kitchen. It was less than an afterthought for the Big Green even though Zak just had a brush with a near, ego crushing, premature-ejaculation. Zak could feel the pleasure burning in his nuts, his very body hardly able to reel in his excitement. It was like his body had given up on procreation and decided he had no need for his seed anymore. Might as well spill it in the name of something greater.

“You got anything to drink in this dump," Green came over to the fridge and pulled open the door, the massive appliance jostling at the sudden force, sliding slightly out of the wall. “Shit dude, sorry. You know how it is with me. The world just ain't built for men my size." Green pulled out a trio of beers, placing them against the counter, and smacking their caps off simultaneously. “Just like old times. One for you, two for me," Green tossed the beer over to Zak, the jackal catching it though muscle memory. A memory that burned him to his core. He wanted to growl, he wanted to snarl, but what came out was a little whimpering whine.

Zak quickly covered it up by taking a drink, but Green was too busy downing his first beer to hear the little cracking squeak the jackal made. Green let the last few drops of foam grace his tongue before tossing the empty bottle in the sink and smacking his fist against his chest and letting out a satisfied belch.

“Ah yeah, that's the shit," Green gave Zak a beaming grin. “You seen any good shit lately?"

“I guess," Zak followed the Big Green over to the couch, the thing could easily seat them both and have extra space, but Green sat on the couch sideways, leaving a single cushion for the Jackal at the end of the couch. He simply sat down and tried to ignore the feet crossed over one another radiating warmth on his side. “You been watching anything new?"

“I hardly have time for shows anymore," Green paused and looked up. “Or maybe I do, if I move some things around." He downed his other beer before tapping Zak with his foot to get his attention. “How about you get me a refill and I can put on the screen what I've been working on."

“You on TV? They got you endorsing products or whatever?" Zak cocked his brow, but did as he was told, standing right back up and going to the fridge to get Green a second drink, which was really the third and fourth, but that's not the point. He snagged the drinks and came back.

“You'll see," Green waited to get his drinks and for Zak to sit back down before hitting the power button on the remote. The screen immediately came to life with the local news.

“So, you did a segment or something?" Zak leaned back in the couch, putting his hand on the back of it to keep himself from touching Green's feet as best he could.

“Just keep watching," Green smirked, his purple eyes glimmering as the glamor fell. Purple lenses that were on Zak's eyes cracked and disappeared in a flash. Zak hardly noticed, but he was allowed to see what was truly displayed on the TV.

It wasn't just a news channel talking about construction and road closures. It was more than that.

“If you're just joining us, remember to be on time for our prayer broadcast. This is the twenty four hour cycle of prayer and worship to our god and lord, Green."

“What?" Zak sat back up, leaning forward as the image of the news anchor melted away to reveal a large man, his massive muscles flexing on the screen in a pair of purple posers. “Is this some kind of joke to stroke your ego man?"

“For someone who prided on being so astute in college, you are awfully dull when it comes to noticing anything outside of your sphere of influence."

“Give me that remote," Zak huffed, holding out his hand. Green simply smiled and tossed the remote, the hunk of plastic landing perfectly in the jackal's outstretched paw. He flipped the channel, but instead of his shows, it was just another broadcast.

“Construction of the Green Highway is ahead of schedule. We only hope that this pleases our god and master."

Click…

“We're going to have to widen these roads even further if we're going to keep this place the appropriate size for his holy stompers." The construction worker snarled at his employees, cracking a whip to make them move faster, the man's jeans a cum soaked mess. As soon as that whip cracked an accumulative groan of pleasure rippled through the crowd.

Click…

“That's right, workout hard, so we can give our god his tithe," some musclebound beast snarled into a microphone while stabbing steroids into his ass. He had clearly gone on an aggressive kit to grow larger. “I swear, if you don't get that fucking camera out of my fucking face and get to work on building yourself up, I'll rip you apart myself. Green has no patience for weaklings!"

Click…

“Construction of the monument is underway. We only hope he can still see it once he ascends," the camera widened to reveal a massive stone structure that loomed over the capital building. At first the structure didn't make much sense until they panned out wider and Zak could take it all in. It was a foot, the toes larger than the dome and curling over it in dominance, the perfect arch pressing down on the building and climbing high into the sky. Only up to the ankle had been completed, but a diagram was put on the screen of the monument's plans. The statue, when completed, was to show Green in all his naked glory, double bicep pose, and soft dick pissing down on the capital building to show how much the puny tinies government was below him. Not even worth being crushed, but pissed on from above.

Zak had his mouth hanging open as he flipped from channel to channel, finding nothing but broadcasts and prayer groups all dedicated to Green.

“What the fuck is this?" Zak turned to face Green, the dude just scratching his balls as he nursed his beer.

“What do you mean?" Green grinned and pressed his toes against Zak's shoulder, the warm digits leaving a burning warmth of need against Zak's flesh. “I outgrew this world, and now that I'm back, it's about time you saw things for what they really are."

“You're fucking delusional," Zak half laughed out. “You fuck with my connection or something?"

“No fake bro," Green smirked, his purple eyes gleaming. “So what have you been up to since college? I sure as fuck didn't sit with my thumbs up my ass like some people. I got shit done."

“You're serious?" Zak felt his excitement rising, his heart beating in his chest with more than just apprehension. “Come on man, you're fucking with me."

“I do detest repeating myself," Green furrowed his brow, something that shot fear deep into Zak, but Green's eyes lightened up as he smiled. “Though, I do like demonstrating how fucking wrong you plebs are."

Green snapped his fingers, the world flashing purple, streams of violet light racing upward before peeling away, the couch they were on now in the center of the city. Zak had jumped and clung to the couch like his life depended on it, only to slowly slip his foot paw down onto the grass of the small park in the city center.

“What the hell?" Zak stood up, looking down as the grass slipped between his foot paws.

“You're looking the wrong way, dipshit," Green chuckled and nodded upwards. Zak followed the direction. It was the usual skyline, only changed a bit. Construction was still underway, but the buildings were being rearranged, the windows filled in with rebar and cement to create a massive…

“Throne?" Zak's eyes went wide as he noticed how it was angled for a giant to lounge on, the feet of said giant would rest in a massive pond at its base where several hundred people were waiting to wash and clean at a moment's notice.

“Yeah, you'd think they'd be further along," Green shrugged. “Fucking useless. Your world is truly pitiable, but at least their worship is worth the space it takes up in my universe."

“What are you even talking about?" Zak turned to face the Big Green, still lounging on the couch.

“Your planet isn't the only shithole I've enslaved, pup," Green was inspecting his claws, furrowing his brow before snapping his fingers. A beam of purple light flashing into existence a man that Zak would consider a pretty attractive fox. Built like a brick house, yet still smaller than the two of them. Green simply held out his hand and the fox bent the knee, pulling out a series of platinum manicuring tools from a satchel and working to file his claw. He quickly filed it before bowing and disappearing in another flash of purple light.

“Though," Green continued holding his hand up to the light, the sun gleaming off his vicious claws, his black fur showing off its viridian sheen. “Your planet was surprisingly easy to bring to heel. It was like they were desperate for someone to take over."

“This can't be real," Zak felt like he had the rug pulled out from under him and then smacked down to the ground with it.

“Oh, it's real alright," Green chuckled, sitting up, his foot paws touching the grass as he put his arms over the back of the couch. “Though, do you need more proof?"

“What?" Zak felt like he was still processing the stuff he saw in his living room, let alone what was happening there. Before the Jackal could voice any objections, Green snapped his fingers.

They were ported into a massive room, the couch left behind. Zak vaguely remembered the room from some historic pictures and broadcasts on big political events. It was the chamber of representatives, the chairs at the head of the room had been rearranged into a throne. The various tiers that made the gallery had been converted from tables to benches for worshipers to kneel at, and the room was full of people chanting. There was a brief moment of awe as the worshipers realized who had entered, but the beast on the center floor snarled, the hundreds of muscle men going back to their chanting and worship of their god.

The creature in the center turned, the massive monster's back was a burnt brown color, scales of cobalt spackled his enormous chest. He had to be at least seven feet tall, maybe eight with his horns cresting up above his proud and powerful brow. The creature had raptor feet, his dewclaw a tool for ripping flesh from bone, his powerful legs thick and stacked like redwoods. Underbelly had a lighter shade of brown over his chest. The creature looked upon Zak with its sapphire eyes and snorted dismissively.

“Why do you not kneel?" The beast rumbled. “You are in the presence of greatness."

Zak was shocked. He knew what this creature was, or at least what it was in a game he played forever ago. It was a death claw, only warped and made into a massive beast. They didn't exist, at least…not in his world.

“Calm down Clover," Green smirked and gently waived off his minions concerns. “He'll know his place soon enough. He's like you when I first encountered the pitiful rock you called home."

“Yes, my lord," Clover, the death claw drake rumbled, kneeling before Green. “I beg your forgiveness."

“So formal," Green nudged Zak's shoulder with his toes from his throne. “You could learn a thing or two about respect from this one. He used to think he was tough shit too, but look at him now. Clover, come."

Clover stayed on his hands and knees and approached, crawling forward. He had to be half a ton of raw power and muscle, yet bent to Green's will as though it were as common place as breathing.

“Good boy," Green mused. “Now look up and accept your reward as a faithful slave."

The way Green said “slave" sent shivers down both Zak and Clover's spine. The death claw's tail twitched behind him as Green's words washed over him. He looked up, and was greeted with his reward. The drox had lifted his foot and placed it on the death claw's face.

“Tell me your creed," Green smirked.

“I am nothing, and you are everything," Clover moaned, his lips hanging limply around the words, desperate to do more than simply feel the warmth of those toes on his muzzle. “I am a speck unworthy of your greatness, my Lord. Please, let me serve you, service you, give you my daily tithe, and surrender to your will, always."

“A-fucking-men," Green gave Clover a little slap with his foot. “You know what to do. Make sure to really get between the toes—mmm, fuuuuck. Yeah, you know what you're doing." Green murred as the death claw opened his maw, his tongue lulling over each toe, kissing them, worshiping them, his thick blue tongue reverently slipping around each one, his lips kissing and suckling on each toe. It was a slow and methodical process, a pure form of absolute devotion and adoration that could only be described as abject surrender.

“That's what it means to worship," Green smirked at the jackal.

“Did you just read my mind?" Zak quivered, thinking his own mind wasn't safe.

“I didn't have to," Green chuckled. “It's written all over your face. You're drooling by the way. You hungry to serve?"

“I…" Zak felt the burning jealousy of all the worshipers chanting their creed to Green. They would kill to be in his position, to be in a place to accept being under the Big Green's heel.

“I know you want to," the drox shrugged. “I may not have read your mind here, but I sure as fuck did when we were back in college."

“You knew!" Zak took a step back.

“Why do you think I teased you the whole fucking time? It was a fucking gift for you to go bust your stiffy in the next ass you found. Be honest and admit to everyone here. How many times did you bust thinking about me? How many of your nuts were spilled in my name?"

“All of them," Zak couldn't lie, the words bubbling from deep in his soul. Truths even he hadn't fully understood yet came rattling out of his maw. “Every last one, from the moment I met you."

“Damn right they were," Green took a deep breath and let out a sigh. Was he bigger? “I could feel your sacrifice to me every time you did, like a little aching in my nuts. Your worship, your devotion to trying to surpass it, to overcome your need to serve, it's been an adorable struggle; but you've been squirting over me since the moment you first laid eyes on all this. Haven't you?"

“Y-Yes," Zak felt his knees give out, his powerful legs hitting the ground hard. He winced at the pain, but he couldn't keep his eyes off Green. The drox took another deep breath, cracking his neck on one side and then the next, resting a hair higher than he was before, or was it just Zak's imagination?

“Good, glad you can admit it," Green grinned darkly. “You want a treat for that, pup?"

Green's other foot came up to gently caress the under muzzle of the Jackal, forcing his gaze to stay locked with the Big Green's amethyst orbs. That sensation, the feel of those toes under his chin made the pup murr. He hadn't murred like that since he was a pup! He couldn't help it, his entire body relaxed into it, the smell, the warmth of those toes, the power behind that leg, and the weight of those eyes on him was like he was being cradled in pure bliss with a heavy blanket weighing his mind down.

“How's that? A little scritch beneath your chin by your better? I hope you're grateful. Every soul here would kill for this privilege, beg for it even." Green chuckled darkly before looking out into the crowed. “You're all doing an adequate job, but no one told you to stop."

That order was like an accumulative slap to the face for every worshiper, they all went back to bowing and praying, worshiping the Big Green. Zak could hardly comprehend what was going on. All that he knew was that when Green looked down on him, every time they touched, he felt like there was a rolling energy tingling up and down his spine, crashing together and causing his fur to stand on end.

That's when the Jackal realized something. Chasing after Green, trying to surpass him, was a futile effort, laughable even. A man couldn't usurp a mountain, a force of nature. He was so far below Him that it was a relief that he couldn't ever reach Green in stature. He didn't have to work for it anymore, he just needed to keep Green happy. To worship and obey. To be his little plaything.

Zak's asshole clenched, his prostate squelching his nut into his posers as he came, his balls churning out his seed, dumping it as tribute to the true ruler of this world. Of any world.

“Bout fucking time," Green rumbled through a half grin, his purple eyes glowing with untold power. “Now, how about you quit squirting over me and get to work making up the time you wasted trying to be my equal, let alone surpass me. You have plenty of years to catch up on, fuck speck."

Zak felt those words ring forth like a doctrine from on high. It was a punishment and a privilege. To be blessed with the opportunity to worship Green, to give into his greatness, his all-encompassing masculinity and power. Zak's maw hung open, his tongue lulling out as he cradled Green's calf in his hands before bringing himself down to the soles of those perfect feet. Those four toed foot paws were perfectly relaxed. Green needn't lift a claw. The drox shouldn't have to spend an ounce of his energy to receive that what he deserves. The worship, the adoration, the absolute submission. Like a lesser born being brought into the mob, or more accurately, a bishop kissing the pope's ring, he did the same. His lips came forward and pressed against the purple band around that toe, his lips quivering as he did so. Those toes were warm, relaxed, and had the perfect amount of musk on them.

“There ya go," Green chuckled darkly. “Learn your fucking place, worm."

Zak murred, his tongue lulling forward and licking over the letters on that ring, tracing them. SHRINK, it was such a simple word yet it made so much sense. He didn't know how he was to shrink, but he'd give anything to do so. That ring held an answer he didn't even know he was looking for. He moved his lips up and cupped one of those toes with his tongue while gently suckling on it. Just as he had always wished he could. His tongue lulled over those paw pads, the claw tip bouncing against his taste buds as the salty flavor of Green's godly musk started to coat his tongue. He took another toe, and then another, three of them filling his maw. He took a gulp and went for another when he felt those toes expand.

Zak paused, his eyes going wide. Did he shrink or did Green grow?

“Both, fuck speck," Green rumbled from above, his head inching up his throne. Zak still had the three toes, but as Green expanded, one of those toes popped out of his maw. The Jackal could feel them expanding, little by little they would pulse, sliding and brushing against his taste buds in all directions as they grew, stronger, effortlessly more impressive.

“You see," Green continued, lifting his hand up and gesturing around the throne room. “This world's worship is very potent. Only the most potent worlds get to live on." Green tapped the bottle pendent around his neck, the glowing purple specks jostling about as though excited. “The rest I cull and absorb into myself."

“Hmmm?" Zak furrowed his brow in confusion, his words muffled by those expanding digits in his maw.

“Don't hurt yourself," Green chuckled. “All you need to know is that you worship and obey, nothing more."

Zak's brow softened at those words. It made sense. Why would he need to occupy his thoughts with anything other than Green and His greatness? The thought slipped away as he continued to suck and worship those toes. His lips popped off them and he went down to Green's heel and licked up them, savoring the flavor of those pads, the dirt and salt that everyone envied stuck between the groves of his pads filled his tongue and he licked it down.

The worshipers looked on as the death claw and jackal's crazy definition started to fade while Green started to grow. Their heart's raced. Was this the moment their god ascended and took their world? The anticipation made several of them cum in their posers.

“It won't be today," Green calmed their excitement. “I have plenty more of this world to dominate, to shape, to destroy and bring to heel. Though, you are all to get your reward." Green lifted his fist into the air, his bicep still relaxed yet full of diamond cutting definition. He slowly flexed, a gentle movement that could crush boulders effortlessly. Aurora pinks, greens, and purples started to glow around the worshipers, their magnificent bodies shredded and powerful, ready to be harvested for their god's use at any time. But the drox had a different plan.

Green flexed, his bicep slowly coming into relief, the striations flexing the muscle higher and higher before the drox gave a little grunt of effort. His bicep reached its peak and all the worshipers collectively groaned in pleasure, their cocks soiling their posers, their dicks going from rock hard to marshmallow soft as the twisting auroras spiraled out of them and into Green's fist, funneling down through his veins and glowing between the individual muscle fibers before disappearing deep into Green.

“Yes, that's it, surrender your libido to me, all of it. Your gift is that you can spend less time jerking off to my name and instead spend it working out and worshiping me. Fucking losers! Fuck yes! Give it all to me! All of it!"

Green growled in pleasure as he clenched his fist, more energy spiraling from the crowed. The crazy definition of those men fading away as he sucked more power than he intended too. They just gave it so willingly it was hard not to just take it all. Then again, does the ocean feel bad for the drizzle that adds to its greatness?

Several men, who's libido was already lowered from the hormones they were taking to keep growing, started to shrink, some of them vanishing all together, crumbling to dust as Green funneled their libido and size into something far more useful. Green could feel his prostate gorge itself with power, his control of his dick would be absolute. If he ever wanted to, he could choose to be soft, but why hold back his godly scepter. No, he let that power surge through him, his dick smoothly, yet swiftly springing into action, tearing away his shorts as the massive monolith of black dick came to attention. The glowing colors pulsed in those veins, his monstrous three foot dick throbbing on inches at a time, getting painfully hard only to spring up further to accommodate the thundering libido that now churned in the growing god's nuts. His balls sloshed forward, each orb the size of a melon and growing larger, sloshing thicker, more virile. Green's sack glowed with that light as it continued to funnel from his worshipers into him. His sack would flex, chewing on that power, wetly crunching and flexing larger and thicker.

“That's enough for now," Green relaxed his fist. “Sucks to be you limp dick fuckers. Enjoy your life of celibacy. Hope you weren't planning on making children. Sucks to fucking suck." Green chuckled, glancing around the room and giving a halfhearted chuckle. “Fuck, did some of you disappear? I hardly took anything. You are so lucky your worship is worth something or I'd make you all into fuck dust. Did you all get smaller? Shit."

The part that really sent a shudder of pleasure through Green was the fact he didn't need to take their libido. He just didn't see the point of using his own when his worshipers would so willingly go sterile for him.

Green continued to belittle his worshipers while Clover and Zak worked their way up. Green's growth accelerated for a brief moment as he assimilated that small dreg of power willingly given by his worshipers. He had grown to be ten feet tall and still mounting more size. The throne was almost comically large for the Big Green before, but much like how Zak used to get everything in a larger size, Green was growing into it well, his ass filling more and more of that chair, his feet sliding further across the floor as Clover and Zak worked over his body. Clover had already made his way up to Green's Adonis belt, his cobalt tongue lulling across the sculpted cut of those muscles, even when relaxed. Zak was resisting the urge to hump against Green's leg like a dog with a bone as he hugged the powerful calf muscle and made out with the growing crevices of the Drox's hamstrings.

“Mmmm, yes," Green rumbled his approval, his dick hard as iron and dribbling a constant stream of pre from the tip as he reveled in the physical and verbal worship. Each lick sent a shuddering wave through those muscles. Like a pluck of a guitar string, it would vibrate through his fibers and cause them to flex and expand, flex and expand, ever so slightly more, more perfection than there was before. Clover's massive dick was swinging between his legs, the dark head dribbling pre like a snail trail wherever he went, tinted with his seed as he reached up to Green's obliques.

“Hold on there, fuck speck," Green put a hand on Clover's head, the death claw's eyes going wide. “I have a very specific place for you to go. For your loyal service, you get to kneel between my legs and suck my cock."

Clover's eyes glittered, drool dripping from his tusks as he let the weight of Green's hand push him down off his bod, the death claws body still imposing despite having lost some definition.

“G-Green?" Zak looked up at the massive drox, his own eyes filled with jealousy.

“Don't act like my dick is where you wanted to go," Green gripped Zak by the scruff and plopping the jackal in his lap. Green was steadily growing, little at a time, and despite only a fraction of that size coming from Zak, he still felt like a kid before a beast as he was sat down in the pubic fur of the Big Green. “You've worshiped at my feet, but let's not act like you're not a little pec and pit sniffer."

Zak put his hands on those pecs, his eyes wide, his fingers rolling through that fur. He tried to cum, but he was already shooting blanks. His hands roamed over those nipples, thick as quarters and hard with his arousal. Zak jumped in surprise as those massive love pillows flexed, bouncing as Green put his hands behind his head, his legs spreading wide, his feet brushing the floor before firmly planting themselves down, his spire of pleasure throbbing along the jackal's back and dripping hot pre onto his ears.

Clover was having a religious experience as he knelt before that dick. It was his mecca and he was a pilgrim about to give his tithe. He gripped the shaft as best he could, forcing it down with more than a little difficulty. The libido pulsing through that burning rod of iron was so strong it took everything in Clover just to line it up right. If he gave even just a little more of himself before this moment, he wouldn't have been able to serve his god properly. He thanked Green silently for the blessing of his current size and opened his maw. His tongue lulled over that cock head, his mouth instantly filled with pre, but he'd be damned if he stopped there. Clover unhinged his jaw, pushing forward and having that fat cock head slip into his maw. He thanked his ancestors for the snake like abilities of his death claw heritage, and continued onward, that cock throbbing larger in his mouth already. He forced himself forward, gulping more and more of that cock down, kneeling before his god as his throat bulged. Despite the thick cords of muscle on the death claws neck, it still bulged visibly with that cock as it sank deeper and deeper into him. He thanked his god for lubing the way with his pre. Such a generous god to have his dick spit on and in him to help with His pleasure when that was Clover's job. He couldn't hold it back anymore, he came, his cock throbbing as tears ran down his eyes from both repressing his gag reflex and joy.

Zak put a hand between those pecs, watching as his entire hand and forearm vanished. All it would take to crush his arm to pulp would be a single flex of those pecs. He tried to pull back, but he was stuck.

“Don't go too deep, or you won't come back out." Green relaxed the grip his pecs had on his little slave. “Get to work worshiping them. Admiring is one thing, but this isn't about you right now."

Zak nodded, drool dripping from his maw. He gulped it back before leaning into Green's nipple, his lips circling around it before flicking over it. His velvety dog tongue working over those sensitive black nubs amongst the forest of green. He gripped the other nipple, tweaking it. Zak was always so jealous of the guys Green fucked and how he explained how they were obsessed with his pecs. Who wouldn't be with how perfect they are! So massive, and only growing with each suckling lick, that nip digging deeper into his muzzle as he nibbled on it, his tongue flicking over the little sensitive nubs.

Clover was able to suck over half that cock down, an impressive feat given his size. His hands went to cup those growing orbs. They were as heavy as medicine balls, that furry green sack still churning with untold amounts of seed. He gently messaged and rolled those nuts as he sloshed back and forth. Clover's definition on his abs was fading, not just because he was willingly giving it up to Green, but because of the gallons of musky pre marking him from the inside, bulging out his gut as he gulped and slurped on that dick.

Zak ran his hands over those pecs, trying to message them with all his strength, and feeling them flex, the striations and powerful muscle beneath flexing, feeding on his size he willingly gave, the jackal shrinking further.

“Come now little jackal," Green rumbled. “We both know you're a little pit huffer. Get in there." Green lifted an arm, his lats and triceps peeling away from each other to expose his sweaty, musky pit. Zak gave a high pitched moan, his dick throbbing painfully as he continued to shoot blanks. He didn't care if his heart popped from constantly cumming, he wouldn't be denied, Green nor himself. He leaned into that pit, the thick miasma wafting over him, tickling his nose with the rancor of a man who hadn't showered after a workout.

Then his hose pressed against that damp pit hair, and he gave a deep whiff. He knew it was more than he deserved, but he couldn't help it. His lungs filled with the hot, humid, beautiful manly stink of his lord and master. It clung to his lungs like a hot blanket of wet and he couldn't get enough. Zak's eyes rolled into the back of his head, his tongue drooling as he licked forward. The ripe flavor of Alpha Man filled his tongue. No, to say it was the flavor of any man would be a sin, an injustice to what it was. This was the flavor of a god who deserved it all, who could take it all, and would…and he would give it all to his god!

“Oh fuck yes, give it to me you fucking worm," Green's arm came down, pinning Zak in hot, musky darkness in order to grip onto the death claw's horns. Clover's pride, his horns, were reduced to being nothing but handle bars for Green to pull on. The drox was tired of waiting for a worshiper to do the job of a god. Green's powerful arms flexed, pinning Zak painfully in that pit, but also causing sweat to well up around him, the sound of grinding wet stone filling the Jackal's ears as the powerful muscles of a god were put into motion around him. Clover's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his horns were pulled on, his skull forced to yawn wider, his stomach filled with both pre and cock as he was brought down to the base of that shaft. Zak was no longer seated in the pubes, so Clover got the full effect of being smashed into the godly musk of a god of men.

The sound of schlorking and ribbed glorking filled the throne room as Green fucked that thrussy, his fuck spec getting smaller and smaller, while Green continued to grow. The sound of Green's thrusts started to get louder and louder, his grunts getting deeper and lustier. He wasn't holding back anymore, using Clover as a fleshlight, one that he was going to rapidly outgrow. Though he wasn't going to stop without milking every ounce of pleasure he could out of Clover's diminishing form.

Zak felt himself slipping further and further away from Green's chest. He couldn't reach both of the growing god's nips anymore, instead gripping onto the one he could while huffing and licking all the pleasure he could out of Green's pit.

Green's ass was getting thicker and wider, his head reaching far above the backrest of the throne as he continued to swell with his worshiper's size. The pleasure surging through his body was more than any mortal could withstand, but it still wasn't enough, the Big Green demanded more.

“You're fucking useless!" Green snarled, peeling Clover off his cock, the death claw having shrunk down to five feet, unable to take the godly cock anymore, let alone his horns be large enough for Green to get a good grip. “You've failed me, you fucking germ."

Clover had no words for the levels of shame he felt, but Green had no interest in hearing the death claw's excuses and slapped him down onto the ground, the marble cracking as he was put onto the floor. Clover gasped, his body imprinted into the floor, but just when he was about to get up, the massive green nuts of his god slammed down on him.

Green adjusted his stance, spreading his legs out wide as the throne beneath his ass crumbled into splinters.

“Don't send a fuck spec to do a god's job," Green snarled, keeping Zak pinned in his pit as he took his free hand to his cock and gripped it. “Such a fucking miserable planet. I should end you all. Not even the largest of you fuck specks could get me off. You should be ashamed."

Green stroked his dick, a dark snarl on his muzzle as he stroked his own cock, his balls bouncing up and smacking down onto Clover over and over. The sound of those balls hitting the floor got louder and louder, those nuts getting bigger and bigger as Green continued to grow, the pleas of his worshipers begging for his mercy making him grow larger as he took more and more size form the world.

“That's it! Pump me up you fucking worthless germs! Fuck!" Green snarled, his hand flying up and down his shaft, his balls coming up and thwumping down louder and louder, deeper and deeper in pitch as Clover shrank through the relentless tea-bagging. The outline his body formed on the floor was less and less filled as those balls sucked more and more size off of the dwindling death claw they were beating into the ground.

Green blasted past twenty feet, his form monstrous in size, the room housing a massive god in the making. Even his balls stopped lifting off the floor.

“That's it you fuck specks! You've been demoted to my fucking ball scratcher for the rest of your fucking days! That's right, lick my pit you little pit huffer! Yes! FUCK!"

Greens form pulsed larger, his body expanding until his feet were crushing his worshipers on the far wall, his cock kissing his pecs as the thirty foot beast stroked himself off. Those balls churned, the sound of that cum rushing, Green's hyper prostate pumping, filled the air as he let out a roar that blew out the windows and shook the earth for miles. His cock head gorged itself, more of his worshipers vanishing to fuel the Big Green's nut as he busted. His cock shot forward, blasting through the far walls and crashing through rooms as he blasted.

“FUCK YES! TAKE IT YOU FUCKING GERMS! YOU'RE ALL MINE!"

Green announced his control of the planet, and none refused him, the broadcast of the prayer session being forcibly shown on every screen in the world. Everyone got down and pleaded, pleaded for their god to spare them, to worship him for all time.

Gallons and gallons, Olympic pools worth of cum crashed through the building, shooing out the main doors and flooding out windows as Green unleashed his pleasure. As he came down from his high he simply chuckled, opening his pit, Zak joining Clover in the pool of jizz below.

“YOU LIVE, FOR NOW," Green rumbled, his voice soft for him, but deafening for all the other specs about. “NOW GET BACK TO WORK."

And so construction continued, faster than before. To make wider roadways for Greens massive feet, kept pristine for his use. Monuments, thrones erected in months that would normally take years. Green had fun toppling a few and telling them to start over again, but through it all, his two little specks were with him, admiring him, worshiping him.

Zak couldn't have been more content. He didn't care if the world blew up, so long as it was done for the sake of Green, his god.

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