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World Editor III: Size does Matter Reggie's house was quiet, for the most part, another normal evening in the dragon's life. Well, his life was all but normal, if compared to what it had been for most of his time on the planet since birth all thanks to a mysterious 3D sculpting program that had given him near-godly powers on all of his surroundings. Thanks to that, he had become what he'd dreamed of: big, muscular, strong and, most of all, hung as could be. Of course, the second he'd found out he had the power to make himself grow bigger, he'd made use of it and had grown even bigger, stronger, more hung and virile to the point his orgasms were becoming flood-events for the neighbourhood. His housemates had become part of his harem, their bodies changed just as much as his, suitable for being the lovers of such a potent, productive stud as he was. Even now, he was pushing the limits of his body, of what his form could do, casually as one does while watching a movie on the couch. If one could call the large, reinforced, nearly room-sized expanse of pillows and cushions a couch. He lay there, in the middle of it, arms spread to encompass two huge sloshing domes, Mary on the left and Hannah on the right, caressing them with his huge hands, feeling the tides of cum slosh under their stretched bellies, occasionally feeling a large beachball-sized egg move about in the dense sludge filling the two draconic broodmothers' wombs. Down below, Javier, once a human and now a puny four foot tall otter, was wrapped around his cock, in a literal sense as that immense pillar of breederflesh, still wet with pussy juices from both bred dragonesses, was crammed all the way inside the little otter's body, forming a bulge a dozen feet long and nearly three feet thick. Every couple of seconds Reggie's balls, now over seven feet wide each, gurgled and twitched, pumping small ten-gallon spurts of cum through his internal plumbing. Every drop was caught in the otter-condom, weighing it down just enough to allow the ten foot tall bronze dragon to watch the projection on the opposite wall without having to crane around the ever larger bloated cum-gut inside Javier. Reggie was satisfied, he'd spent the day fucking his girlfriends into room-demolishing domes so pregnant he had to resize the house yet again to let them fit inside, rebuild a couple walls, expand several hallways. The result of his orgasms had flooded the house, the yard, the street outside and clogged the storm drains for the eleventh time since Monday, four days ago. He'd skipped on showering and so his body, in all of its ten feet of height, was covered in layers of perspiration, spent cum, milk from his pregnant girls' swollen tits, which, along with his balls' immense heat, kept the room filled with a thick, heat-inducing stench of sex, rut and pregnancy. Each breath made him feel the sheer virility of his own body, the salty, dense, womb-tickling stench of his cock, nuts and taint, months' worth of orgasms splattered on the walls and the floor. He could grow bigger, smaller, change his sex, shape the very fabric of reality around him (to a certain extent) and that way he'd created a small corner of heaven for himself. For Reggie, paradise was at arm's reach, always close and a thought away. Yet he continued to seek for more, he never stopped growing, if slowly, adding feet of height to his body or feet of length and girth on his cock at a whim, enhancing his orgasms... to keep things always novel and to reach an ever-higher peak of pleasure. As the movie in the projection started to get into the fun part, putting the human heroes against the monster, he grabbed Javier by the waist and started pumping the cock-stuffed otter up and down his huge throbbing, tree-trunk-thick pillar of meat. Up and down his arm went and along with it the small male impaled upon it and the bulge in his gut, the sounds, wet and slick, of flesh sliding on flesh, barely registered under the loud movie. A dozen gallons spilled with each rope shot from the depths of his nuts, their production constant, never ending, their vibrations matching the rumble of the explosions on the wall as the action ramped up. Eventually the monster showed up, half an hour later. With Reggie pumping out ten gallons of idle spurting per rope every other second, that was... nearly ten thousand gallons of cum that went into the little otter strapped around his cock. Javier's gut stretched and stretched, growing into a sloshing fur balloon crammed full of spunk. The otter moaned with every pump, every stroke, every flex of Reggie's immense cock, every single rope that made his fur dimple and stretch just a bit more. When the monster arrived, Reggie briefly stopped pumping and stared at the hulking beast: it was your average monster, a mix of dinosaur and draconic-looking features, big, scary, scaly, spiky, growling. It approached like a lumbering avalanche, crushing cars and vehicles in its path and, for some reason, the angle the director chose for these shots felt oddly suggestive. Maybe it was to put the viewer in the position of one of the people in the movie itself, to make them afraid and in awe of the large monstrosity, but for Reggie, big himself, a bit of a monster in his own right, unafraid of such things, he only felt his loins stir and his imagination start to run wild. The first to notice Reggie's libido spiking as his mind began picturing the 'bare' monster crotch with a large, heavy, pendulous sack and a mighty sheath swaying under the might of its wielder. The next spurt of cum was more of a gush, well over two dozen gallons of thick pearly spunk shot with power into the otter-condom, followed by a thicker rope, then another and another still, his production rising with each frame. A flicker momentarily made the room go dark, plunging the four occupants into pitch black nothingness filled only by the moans and grunts of the rapidly expanding fur condom and the two dragonesses whose bodies were responding to Reggie's potent stench and thickening musk. Moments later the movie returned and instead of the sight from before, the monster now sported exactly what Reggie had pictured: two pendulous, ground-reaching testicles, a sheath so large it nearly swallowed several people as soon as it swung into frame. Reggie grunted, flexing his cock, his interest greatly increased as the monster's balls crushed a car as they bounced and left two small craters on the ground. "Look at that, guess my powers have been growing." He commented, amused, interested, aroused. He couldn't provide proof, but the coincidence was too perfect to not have been caused by himself and his desire. No one heard him: Hannah was too busy moaning into the crevice between his neck and shoulder, licking and huffing his scales, while Mary was pumping her tail inside her stuffed pussy, her quartet of milky tits squirting milk all over his abs. "Mh that's a good sight." The movie itself had not changed at all, yet the overtly sexual monster, crushing stuff with its sack, using its sheath as ram to break walls and buildings... one scene had clearly been planned to be the creature drooling over the heroes hiding beneath it. Thanks to his influence, it had been replaced with the monster's sheath looming over them, oozing buckets upon buckets of clear slimy precum, drenching the six humans in gooey stuff. The hunt brought the monster to arousal as it barrelled through buildings, its cock emerging foot by foot, a gargantuan shaft thick as a city bus that commanded just as much terror and awe as the creature itself, though for Reggie it brought forth only immense arousal. "Mhhhfhf fuckkkkkk..." He growled, biting his lips as he pumped Javier over his stretching cock. "Wouldn't mind..." Reggie huffed, grabbing Javier by his legs to keep him firmly planted onto his shaft as the spurts he fired started to become proper cumshots, though his orgasm was still merely approaching. "... showing off like that..." The otter moaned loudly, cumming openly and abundantly as he was used like a warm fleshlight once again, stretched, stuffed, filled... The monster vanished for the next ten minutes, leaving the heroes to search for a way to defeat it, making them deal with the aftermath of its passage as the beast grew bolder and stronger. The city slowly transformed into a precum-covered landscape, buildings dented by huge, sweaty balls, roads bearing large pawmarks and painted with streaks of gooey fluids, homes crushed by a huge sheath, skyscrapers hollowed out by a massive, bus-sized cock. Reggie fucked his toy throughout the events as they unfolded, unaware that the poor otter-condom had already grown so big it was starting to fill the recently expanded living room with its sloshing cargo. Soon it was time for the climax of the movie and by then, Reggie wasn't sure what the original plot had been, for the heroes had given up with defeating the monster with weaponry and instead had built a gigantic breeding mount for the beast to use. The ground in the movie quaked as it fucked the mount with wild abandon, its balls gurgling and pumping huge ropes into a condom the size of a home. In his house, Reggie did the same, growling, snarling as he timed his own orgasm to match with the beast's. He missed the ending completely because his load inflated the otter-condom so much the wall the movie was projected on was knocked down, buried under an avalanche of churning cum stuffed inside a furry gut. Rope after rope, shot after shot, pump after pump, Reggie bloated Javier with hundreds, then thousands, then tens of thousands of gallons of cum that had thickened so much that each pump took seconds to travel from sack to taint to pipe to the roiling sea sloshing inside his toy. Morning came with yet another house renovation, a new living room, a crane to drag Javier around and the image of that movie changing to match Reggie's desires stuck in the bronze studbeast's head. Sure, he could focus on the discovery that he could change movies, and he tried. For a while. During his experimentation phase, Reggie watched two movies in his new living room while Hannah had dragged herself to his sack and polished it with licks and kisses. Mary was polishing his taint beneath him, buried under his huge body. He chose a romantic flick, one that he had watched as guilty pleasure many times: first the main protagonist had become a studly stallion with knee-reaching balls and a sheath that was a bit too small for his cock, his love interest an equally gifted mare that decided to fall in love with him about half an hour earlier than she should've when she chanced upon him naked in a sauna. What followed was not the original awkward ten seconds of silence but fifteen minutes of on-screen sex that set the tone for the rest of the movie as the two continued to fuck in every conceivable position, including at the altar in front of hundreds of people. The second movie was a sci-fi marvel of CGI, first of a trilogy: he changed the well-designed but tame aliens into a vast array of sexy, curvaceous individuals and let the plot slowly devolve from exploration to sloppy alien sex in a multitude of planets. As he watched humans tied up by tentacle creatures and fucked in a hundred ways, his mind stubbornly refused to allow him to enjoy such powers and continued to delve into the sheer rush of arousal he'd felt the night before. The more he experimented with changing movies, tv series, soap-operas by making monsters become horny beasts, bachelors and bachelorettes fight in sexual challenges, talk shows where all the participants were sitting on large animal dildos to distract himself, the more he went back to that damned movie. "Damn. I'd look fucking amazing on all fours... wouldn't I?" He tapped one finger on the arm of the couch right as he started imagining himself as a feral, quadrupedal form of himself. Four limbs, thickset, muscular as he was now, maybe a bit more, powerful neck, long, meaty tail swinging behind him... then huge, heavy balls swinging between his legs, no, hindlegs. He spent a while thinking about the way they'd swing, crowd the space, squish and bounce and almost reach the ground. When he moved his mental image to the sheath he'd want to have he started drooling a little: he desired, needed to have a magnificent, massive, mastodontic hunk of cock-holding meat, several feet thick at the very least, something that would contain a cock worthy of his idealized form, a cock that had to reach all the way to his chest and then some. He had gotten used to looking down and seeing his shaft smack between his pecs, to flex and feel it hit them, to be so close to it that he could just open his mouth and lick it, sniff it, nuzzle it whenever he wished. He would not deny himself that pleasure, even in a different form. He was so busy thinking, changing his mental image of himself that he missed entirely the signs that his fantasies were becoming reality. Normally, any change he made to himself or someone else, or something else for that matter, were near instant, a matter of making the thought and voil , his will had manifested. This, however, was so very different, not unlike what had happened to him long ago when the program had updated and changed him forever. Laying on his back, eyes closed, cock hard and leaking, spilling ropes that carried dozens of gallons of thick pearly precum onto the walls and pillows, the shaft itself a monumental spire weighing on his chest and abs, his new dream began to take form. There was so much mass to add, so many things to modify that the actual process was fast, very fast, else he'd be there for days: his body began to bulk up significantly, pounds packed by the dozen with each moment, his scales thickened, his muscles ate most of the mass he was gaining, with the rest going to his bones and organs. As they grew heavier, stronger, denser, his bones and skeleton quickly started to change shape, his spine and limbs shifted, matching in length and girth, adapting to the quadrupedal stance he wanted to achieve. Beneath him, buried under his still unchanged balls and taint, the two dragonesses hardly felt the shifting of his form, too busy worshipping, licking, sniffing, polishing his scales and sloshing balls and taint with their tongues. Even if they were able to think through the stronger, more potent musk wafting off his backside, they'd not be able to voice their mind as the dragon around them grew so massive that they were truly, utterly, completely buried in an avalanche of bestial taint and roaring nutflesh. One moment they were visible, their bellies large and swollen with his clutches, the next there was only a growing Reggie, his churning nuts and still rising weight and bulk. It was only when his sheath and cock, which had somewhat kept the pace with the rest of his body, truly began to match what he desired to be and not what any biological form was meant to be, that he felt that something was happening. The weight of his cock had grown so quickly that the sheer difference from one moment to the next was jarring enough to wake him from his daydream. His cock, the beast it had become, rested on his chest, from the two meaty, tree-trunk thick hindlegs to his front limbs and then some more, itself equally as girthy. The flare had swollen to something that may have been twice the size of a car tire, its weight immense, its musk... palpable. Behind it, even with such a beast of a cock blocking his view, his balls sloshed, gurgled, churned loud enough and with such power that the house itself shook and struggled to keep up with his form. It wasn't more than a few seconds before he opened his gaping maw and shoved his flare down his throat, feeling it stretching his gullet as his immense feral neck bulged around it, his larger paws and limbs wrapping themselves around his girth to tend to such a massive beast properly. By this point, after so many months of training and changes, he'd learned to subconsciously alter the world around him to fit his shape. A bigger doorframe when he gave himself extra inches in height, wider paths to fit his balls or the bellies of those he knocked up, stronger chairs and bigger beds too. The house was almost 'automated' in that sense and changed by itself. It was doing it now as well but... it wasn't fast enough. The couch had grown bigger, reinforced with titanium beams thick as wrists to hold him up but even then, they buckled and bent. The hallways, the kitchen, the bedroom, his personal office all had expanded, trying to grow big enough to allow him to walk around and act like a normal person but he was anything but normal. His growth reached speeds so great the house shook, partly because of his form and partly because his achingly full balls roared and groaned with the power of the engine of a main battle tank. If not more than that. His cock popped out of his maw, wet with saliva, throbbing, surging, firing wads of cum strong enough to bore holes into the reinforced walls behind him. Ropes lasted tens of seconds, each wide as a regular person's leg, pumping thousands of gallons of precum that threatened the stability of the entire structure above his head. Roaring, groaning and growing, Reggie rolled around, freeing Hannah and Mary from the swelteringly hot prison of his nutsack, their bodies sunken in the large dents that his balls had made in the couch, safe, so drunk on musk each breath and twitch made them cum so hard Hannah simply began laying egg after egg, each caught in the concave domes where Reggie had smushed her. On all fours, the bronze dragon felt gravity start to tug on his body the right way, his muscles fighting against it. The immense cock swaying under his belly flexed and righted itself, nearly parallel to the ground despite its mass, tons of thick, twitching breederflesh sustained by muscles dense like steel cables, slapping against his scales loudly and lewdly. "Oof I have gotten... heavy." After several seconds, Reggie attempted to move but moving was hard, there was just so much mass shoved onto his bones that even if it was mostly muscle, it still took effort to move. He found it... arousing. "Mhh so big." For a few moments he just basked in the mere concept of being heavy enough to require conscious effort to move, before he made an honest, earnest attempt to take several steps back to clear the still stretching living room's space. "Ah shit." He'd not considered that he was not standing on two legs anymore and that behind his head there were twenty-five more feet of dragon that had to be taken into account, plus the large, sloshing, pendulous swells of his balls as well. The wall collapsed as his sack and then his ass crashed into it and knocked it down, leaving a large hole in the middle, twenty feet wide as each of his ten foot nuts greatly surpassed his rump's already large width. As he tried to move, the hole only grew larger until the section of roof above him collapsed atop his back, leaving not even a scratch much less a dent on his inch-thick scale plates, though covering him in dust. "Crap." He put some more power into his hindlegs, to try and extricate himself from the mess, but he accidentally put too much: his muscles bloated, tensing with untold power as they nearly propelled him into the wall in front thanks to the laws of gravity and inertia maintaining all the momentum imparted upon the several tons of his body. "MHHHh!" Reggie's muzzle slammed into the wall, leaving one more hole, smaller of course but a hole it was nonetheless. Dust covered his snout and neck before he found a careful balance of speed and careful movements to try and get out of the house. Trying to open the immense double doors proved to be a futile effort, as his claws crushed the handles and then ripped said doors off the hinges. Instead of being annoyed, Reggie was feeling something stir inside him. It wasn't his cock, that had been steel hard for a while now, poking from his forelimbs, slapping left and right, belching multiple hundreds of gallons of precum at a time. His sack swayed, heavy, squeezed between his legs, churning, sloshing, groaning, steaming. "Ssssso heavy..." The big lumbering beast groaned, but it was all a ruse. The weight of his body, the mass, the pull of gravity, the strain of his muscles to stand and move all of himself... his flare fattened, his cum pipe yawned wide as a large, no, ludicrously large cumshot was spat out after ten whole seconds of travel from sack to cockhead, dense, thick, warm. It splattered on a car a dozen yards away, setting the alarm off before the sheer volume of fluids short-circuited the entire thing and killed the siren as fast as it had been awakened. "Mhhhh that's..." Reggie let out a soft chuff as he approached the car and inspected it. His nares flared, taking in the thick stench of fresh, virile pre, the volume of it, the warmth, the casualness of his immense output... Images from the day before plagued his mind, now more vivid than ever, so much so that they were palpable. His paws flexed, claws digging into the asphalt, leaving huge gashes. The idea to behave like that beast in the movie was tempting, so very tempting yes, he just needed to lift a paw and press and turn the car into scrap metal. But that'd be... boring, right? Sure, he could do that, it'd be so easy but the bubbling lust inside his loins was demanding a much more intimate, personal, unique way to express his arousal and his need to show off. Reggie licked his chops, saliva dripping down his chin, precum oozing out of his cum pipe as he moved around the car. His balls swung lazily, denting several road signs into chaotic shapes, nearly smashing a window shop before plopping down onto the hood of a twenty-six-foot-long truck not too far behind, crushing the engine into a flat metal disk. Riding atop the car, Reggie flexed his cock before relaxing it completely, letting gravity pull it down as tons of thick meat crashed into the roof of the car and sunk inside. Metal and safety glass burst, the suspension groaned and struggled for a good four seconds before collapsing with a soft thud. The car, already soaked in precum so much that the doors were leaking the stuff before he'd even approached, was now a concave metal shape hardly recognizable anymore. Along with the huge cock-shaped dent in its chassis was enough to tell anyone how the poor vehicle had met its fate. Reggie huffed again, finding himself flexing with pride as he stepped back and admired the result. One simple flex, one single impact had turned a car into scrap metal and ruined it. The notion of it, the sight of it, the realization he could just do that fed into his lust, fuelling it, making it grow and cemented the course of action as the lumbering beast turned around and saw the truck his sack had already begun to flatten. "Mhhhh well... it's already kind of... ruined... might as well..." He justified himself as he approached, slowly, his pawpads pressing into the concrete and asphalt, leaving deep sweaty prints on each, his sack now draped over the poor car, further ruining it as tons upon tons of heavy cum-packed nutflesh ruined what little of it was left to ruin. "Fffuck that's hot." Reggie aimed his cock at the cabin of the truck, not that it was too hard as the huge bulbous head was nearly as wide as the truck itself, then pushed. Resistance from the steel frame was minimal, barely more than what he'd felt when poking the lid of a yoghurt cup with a straw. He continued to push, cramming nearly a dozen feet of cock inside before he felt the doors at the back block his path and, instead of making the last small thrust to run the entire vehicle clean through, he certainly had enough cock left to do it, he pulled back instead. The truck was large, twenty six feet long, standard as far as delivery trucks went. Parked in front of the small local grocery store whose owner he'd long since transformed into a pudgy macaw herm who offered discounts to anyone who could take her cock to the base, it was half full of fruits and fresh produce. What little produce was still inside quickly got turned into a slurry as his cock smushed it and the flowing precum started to fill the bottom of the container. Reggie murred, grinding, thrusting, his body heavy enough that without even trying he was starting to crush the frame and crumple it into a metal ball beneath him. His sheath hammered on the remains of the engine block, time after time after time as he thrust gently, though for a creature weighing 18 tons gentle was a pipe dream. His balls gurgled, firing huge ropes that blasted the doors wide open, allowing what little was not already churned into a fruity cum-slurry onto the streets alongside a few thousand gallons of thick, creamy spunk. He wasn't even cumming, not close to orgasm at all and already he was pumping enough that if Javier were to be impaled on every last inch of his thirty feet of cock he'd be bloated enough to fill a room in mere seconds. Unsatisfied, he grabbed the two open doors and slammed them shut, blocking the flow and crumpling the rear end somewhat. He thrust, harder and harder, the front of the truck crushed both by his sheath and his crotch as they impacted on it. The suspension creaked and all but exploded as the axle was broken in half clean off, collapsing under Reggie's weight. The more he pushed, pressed on the cargo container the more it provided a pleasant pressure on the entirety of his shaft. He grunted, clawing at the ground for purchase, gouging the asphalt, cracking the concrete into dust under his pawpads as precum spilled in immense gushes that mixed with the powdered pavement and created a cummy, grey-white sort of cement flowing in the cracks. He felt his orgasm approach long before the first pumps of cum started to make the way through his plumbing with powerful, deliberate quakes of his nuts. His balls had to clench, squeeze and groan so much thick seed they had to cram through his pipes and across every inch of his many, many, many feet of cock. His taint bulged with the strain as he hugged the cargo hold and crumpled it like paper. This time the doors were blown off the hinges, shot out to embed themselves into the walls of a building three dozen yards away like throwing cards into a watermelon. Then came the rest of the first pump of that rope, a beam of cum inches thick, rocketing out at great speed, flying through the air for no more than a handful of yards before meeting another truck parked close by. The impact shattered the windshield, set off the alarm and immediately killed it, the splatters as spunk hit the metal went everywhere: windows of nearby cars and shops, the lines of fresh produce the grocery store kept outside to entice people, glazing rows of apples and pears and oranges in a thick slurry of dragon ball batter. Walls were painted white in seconds, thousands upon thousands of gallons spilled out nonstop as his sack and taint crammed ungodly amounts of nut through him and out into the world. The vibrations of his roaring sack sent people around him, who had been staring at the show, aroused, confused, amused, off balance, parked cars bumped into each other, setting off more alarms that were not doused with tubs of cum. As the symphony of blaring alarms echoed in the air, the sound of Reggie's orgasm splattering on every conceivable surface around him continued. Rope after rope after rope, tubs of cum by the dozen, pumps that by logic and reason should've been impossible even for a creature his size. But Reggie was not on good terms with logic, reason and the laws of physics and hadn't been for a while and so he came, cock jerking with each gush, balls groaning and roaring, taint bulging, mouth open and drooling in bliss. He humped, he thrust, he clawed at the ground, and the creaking remains of the truck as he rode out his orgasm, one multi-thousand gallon cumshot at a time. The street, calm, quiet, filled with the usual changed suspects over months of Reggie's new life, was flooded, utterly, completely. The truck blocking the path of his beams of cum wasn't an obstacle for long as the dragon humped and thrust his way into changing aim, cock pointed squarely at homes and small shops on the road. Familiar faces were covered in cum, walls were painted, windows shattered and homes invaded by stray ropes of dragon ball batter that ran downstairs and spilled out of collapsing front doors back into the flowing river of thick, musky, salty batter. Virile as he was, his sperm had grown in potency alongside him: inside the puddles there were wriggling masses, inch-long sperm cells squirming and seeking any nearby hole. Those inside cars who couldn't get out fast enough were first, ladies getting the preferential treatments, panties soaked in cum and invaded by seekers, wombs swelling quickly with not just the sheer volume of Reggie's baby makers, but also musk-induced rivers of ova descending into sperm-packed wombs. Apartments had the worst luck, or best if one asked him, as much greater volumes of nut batter caused people to slip down and splash in flowing rivers of nut, stuffed and impregnated moments later. Men grew aroused, pants all but collapsing as fabric made wet and soggy by tubs of spunk allowed fat, throbbing cocks to spring free and spray their own sizeable loads into the frothy river before another random foot-thick rope buried them in a hundred times more seed. Women fell, breasts heaving, chests growing tighter, the fire in their loins doused as the tiniest drop of seed from the dragon's mighty sperm tanks assaulted their ovaries and knocked them up before the rest of his legions of swimmers kept the process going. And immediately their heat was renewed by his musk and the imperative to fuck and breed it imposed. Clothes were ripped off, legs were spread as each woman or herm grabbed handfuls of warm spunk and shoved them into their sodden cunts by the fistful, wombs swelling with progeny at visible speed. And still Reggie was cumming, blissful, satisfied. He groaned so loudly, so proudly, so engrossed in his first run with turning a truck into a cheap fleshlight that he completely missed the growing sounds his body had started to make. The ground beneath his head shrunk with distance, his balls no longer resting firmly on the still warm mix of cum and concrete beneath his paws, at least for a little while. His muscles thickened even more, his bones strengthened, his tail lashed out and smashed into the front of a home, empty as the owners had joined the growing orgy on the street, collapsing the porch. His neck stretched a little longer, the bundles of steel cable-like fibres embedded as muscles underneath his scales bulked up as he packed on a few extra tons of weight. The prints his pads made grew both from size and from the new mass that had come out of nowhere, the ground quaked as his sack sloshed, refilled by the growth, meaning that the last few dozens of cumshots carried more spunk than the first ones he fired. Eventually he pulled out of the truck wreck, the metal frame warped beyond recognition, soaked in layers upon layers of cum and cocksweat. As he stepped back, his right hindpaw came down on a car, burying it after crushing it like a can of soda tossed under a press. He paused, for a moment, and looked down while lifting his paw. The car was flat, and the print his paw had made was... big, very big. A quick glance further behind told him that the size of that hole in the asphalt was larger than the ones he'd made in the short trip from his house to the truck. "Mhhh still not done growing or...?" Reggie mused, flexing his muscles, testing the power they contained, checking how careful he needed to be to walk around in this even larger form. Carefully, Reggie attempted to turn around, his rump lightly grazed the face of the grocery shop, removing the brick layer and the underlying concrete structure in a wide concave shape while his sack crushed and sent everything below into the cum river on the street. "Oops. My bad." His voice boomed, but no one heard it or cared to reply. Moving was cumbersome, slow, hard though not too hard. It was like moving with a whole lot of barbells, dumbbells, plates and weights strapped to his body, no, embedded into his body. It was a kind of workout just to make a step, the good, sweaty, straining sort of workout that made him feel... good, strong, powerful. Every time he lifted his paws and stretched his muscles, he felt that wonderful burn of effort, every time he placed them down, he felt the ground give out and cave under his pads, every time he advanced, he felt gravity stubbornly antagonize him and lose the battle. His sack sloshed and swayed, squeezed ever so slightly between his hindlegs, sheath bulging with tons of cock that were just now retreating and that the effort of simply walking forward was already calling back out. "Mhhh that's good yes yes fuck that's..." He grunted, putting his right forepaw onto a car and flattening it without even trying. His cock stirred in his sheath, emerging, still mostly soft, hanging from the fat folds of its housing like a meaty hose, slick, wet, steaming with its own heat and drooling precum by the tubload already. "Ffuck that's..." Words failed him, and so he left them to simply disappear into the air. They did not matter, not as much as the sounds of his steps and slow advance towards the busier, more crowded areas of town. In his wake was a road marked by his heavy pawprints, each telling a brief but clear story, some filled with a tens of gallons of spilled precum, others shining with drops of sweat, all deep enough to crack the road and pavement alike. People moved aside, cars saw the mess he left the street in and took detours, though some drivers were a bit too easily distracted by the cloud of musk and sex pheromones moving with him. Even the pedestrians were not spared the occasional fall inside his prints, too busy ogling the six foot wide sheath dangling from his crotch or the twin fifteen foot swells. He'd gotten up from the couch not over half an hour earlier and already his sack had become half again as big as when he'd crashed through the house. He pondered on the notion, that even he wasn't ready for just how much mass, weight, heft he had, the strain of moving, the fullness of his sack. Sure, he had once or twice enhanced his own cock and nuts to become this big to cum harder and longer, but he hadn't... moved around with them, much less strapped such massive endowments to a body just as heavy and bulky and actively prowled town in search of something he could do with them. He didn't have to find something, the something found him and rather quickly at that: he'd not walked more than half a mile, during which he had turned a fair few vehicles into metal pancakes. Through his journey he felt a steady trickle of something flowing inside his body, bits of that wonderful bliss of growth he'd experienced back in front of his home. It added just inches to his body, not feet or tons of mass, but enough to keep him in a constant state of arousal. He wasn't hard, not fully at least, but the immense, tree-trunk like cock jutting from his sheath was ever fatter, heavier, girthier, longer, drooling more and more precum onto the streets while it filled the large pawprint-shaped holes he left on asphalt and concrete. To experience more of that sensation, he could easily rampage around a parking lot, crush a few cars with his balls or his cock, but he'd already done that. His mind wandered, oblivious to crumpled SUVs, storefronts doused in idle hundred-gallon spurts of ball batter, until he saw the entrance to the small subway system the city had invested much in to build and subsidize. It wasn't anything great, just a couple lines leading to the centre, the train station, the area close to the beach where cruise ships docked during the high summer tourist season and little more. People streamed in and out of the hole in the ground, trains stopped and resumed their short journeys and an idea blossomed in Reggie's mind. Few were the times he could cum as hard as he could and as much as he could, well... not really, he hardly held back and his powers allowed for easy reconstruction of ruined properties, but even then, he never pushed himself to the limits, rather he simply raised his productivity, enhanced his body and nutted until the neighbourhood was flooded. "Mhhh..." He approached, slowly, his cock stiffening under his belly, foot after foot, drooping lower until it started to level itself to the ground, belching ropes onto the concrete steps leading down towards the bowels of the city. "Fuck, being so large and horny is really... mhhh fuck..." Reggie licked his lips as the thrill of public sex was replaced with the nervous excitement of trying to line up his cock, large and fat, to a simple subway entrance. "Must be getting mad..." Yet he did not stop even if he found his own actions... debatable, driven by the weight of his bulk and the inertia of his bubbling lust. His cock swayed one more time before he properly sheathed it into the hole, turning the protective rails around it into ribbons of warped metal. Big as he was, hung as he was, there was still much space between cock and the walls of the tunnel, so as he started thrusting, his cock slapped left and right, cracking tiles, leaving large, musky, dick-shaped prints on the walls. It was weird, odd and yet there was something so deliciously raunchy about the whole deal, so much so that his cock throbbed harder and fattened, lengthened, reaching deeper, filling more of the space it was invading. People who had meant to exit from that part of the subway saw a massive, tree-sized slab of flared cockflesh move back and forth, crushing the steps, cracking the walls, spilling huge ropes of gooey, musky, warm fluids that ran down and started to coat the passage and turned around. Reggie ignored everyone and everything, focused entirely on thrusting, on feeling his balls rest on the ground, feeling his sheath smush and kiss the concrete, on the sensation of his cock sliding on slicker surfaces as his flare spat out immense amounts of precum. And as he did so, thrusting, moaning, grunting, his cock fattened more and more and more and more, it grew longer, reaching deeper, filling more of the space in the tunnel until it slowly ran out of it and still the large, horny, huffing beast continued to thrust. By the time he realized that the tight sensation around his spire wasn't just his imagination, his cock had grown to fill in the entire space and had become large and heavy enough that thrusting was a proper workout. His body glistened with effort, sweat dripped down his scales onto the cracked foundation around his paws and balls, and precum flowed in thousand-gallon spurts regularly as the capacity of his cum pipe increased to match the sheer girth of the cock it was in. It was like a stiffer, tougher cocksleeve, slightly cold but his heat was already doing wonders in turning the mix of cocksweat, precum and concrete dust into a body temperature sludge flowing down along his idle leakage. As soon as he was aware of the growth, of the fact he had a cock that was now likely so heavy and large he'd have to waddle if he sported an erection turned him on so much, he started to properly, thoroughly, earnestly pumping his hips. The next impact of his sheath made mannequins in windows wobble, windows shake and loose items on shelves fall down onto the floor of shops, made people brace for impact and look outside. Those who emerged from the other entrance of the subway to avoid the encroaching tunnel-filling cock saw the owner of said cock drool and moan, pumping his lips like a common beast in rut, those who poked their heads out of windows saw the cause of the rattling dishware in their cupboards and falling books. And still Reggie did not care, spreading his limbs wider to support his thrusting more firmly as he felt an orgasm start to rise from the depths of his fifteen foot wide nuts through his plumbing, across tens upon tens of feet of piping until thousands upon thousands upon thousands of gallons of hot, gooey, honey-thick ball batter spilled from his flare into the tunnel below. At first nothing happened, people simply evacuated the area, swarming out of the other entrance like ants before a storm, the tunnel itself, while partially plugged by the immense dick ravaging its walls, had a lot of space to vent all the flowing batter. The ticket kiosk closed, the approaching train sped up, skipping the station below the bronze studbeast's paws. The lights on the ceiling swayed all the while the stairs grew slicker and slicker and the tunnel deep below where the train tracks were laid started to flood. Tens of thousands of gallons were spilled and still Reggie was not cumming properly, just no longer clenching the muscles that kept his nigh-endless reserves of cum back. He was huge, he was immensely virile, he was unwilling to continue holding back and he had a huge network of tunnels to use as cheap tanks to hold his nut. So, he simply let his spunk flow, immense person-thick spurts that carried enough to fill pools, each shot lasting dozens of seconds thanks to a taint so swollen and hyperactive it was several times the size it'd been when he transformed and broke out of his house. His sack twitched and clenched in an attempt more to keep his cum levels stable than actually cumming, but the rush of pleasure, the thrill and the knowledge that he could push himself as far as he could did not help at all. The two orbs strained, dumping more and more cum out through his piping, thicker ropes, more voluminous spurts, longer in duration, tens of seconds long for the shortest of them, entire minutes for the longer ones and still they could not come close to keeping up with spunk production. They grew, fattened, heavier, big and bulky enough to slowly start to sink into the ground itself by the sheer weight of their own form all the while flooding the subway below. The tunnels ran white with spunk, his seed and musk spreading throughout the underground network like wildfire. Still, no matter how much he spilled they were far too large and expansive even for his current form to thoroughly wash with cum. Within them his swimmers multiplied a hundredfold, the bigger, fresher, fatter sperm cells absorbing the old ones, growing even larger, doubling or tripling in size, cramming themselves in the piping that led to the outside. But there were so many of them that their sheer volume caused frequent 'traffic jams', plugging his pipes before the pressure grew enough to dump loads so crammed with them that their motion was visible to the naked eye. They squirmed, moved and sought out fresh, heated, dripping cunts, tails lashing in the gooey, dense batter they swam in, following trails of pheromones like hound dogs. So, he pushed himself, properly, actually, with no regards for anything but the goal of cumming so hard that he'd feel the rumble of his cum roiling beneath his sweaty balls and paws. His taint increased in size yet again, a muscle more like a hill contracting and expanding over and over and over again with thousands, tens of thousands of gallons of cum that made his cock girthier in an attempt to allow so much flow to pass through and in doing so made it grow thicker and fatter. His orgasm, his proper, true orgasm arrived soon after, when even the immense flow of spunk to keep his balls' production somewhat stable proved to be woefully inadequate. The windows and cupboards rattled even more as the bronze studbeast's nuts vibrated so hard they were the cause of a localized earthquake. The sheer volume of cum desperate to make its way through his plumbing was so great, his body grew entire feet in seconds just to provide his cock, balls and taint the raw power to cum as hard as he needed to. The ground sank under his paws, the thick cables of his muscles expanded as he bulked up, gaining hundreds upon hundreds of pounds per seconds, then tons, inches of growth turning into feet as the volume of cum spilling from his cock crept into the upper four digits per fifteen-second-long rope. The tunnels below quickly started to be covered in a thick layer of spunk that spread wider and further as more and more and more cum continued to spill. He grew and grew for the sole purpose of cumming harder and the more he grew the more he came, pumping thousands upon thousands of gallons of nut into the subway, but the more he grew the more his own balls grew to match his size as well and the cycle continued. The trains stopped, some in advance, some nearly pushed back as the tide of frothy white nut batter, wheels gunked up by too much thick seed, service areas overwhelmed. And still more came, more flowed, the levels nearby him rising up to the turnstiles. Reggie kept growing, bigger, heavier, stronger, larger, hornier... until the tipping point. The race of growth reached a peak where his body could not hold up with the production, his balls could not empty fast enough and just kept on growing, so he simply grew half again as big in the span of a few terribly short seconds. Already he'd grown to nearly forty feet tall in that brief but ungodly pleasurable arms race of size, his body taking up much of the space on the road, one side firmly grinding on the building next to him as he bred the concrete hole, already he was so huge he could be seen from behind the lower buildings around him. The burst of growth was felt for a good mile around him as the sound of his muscles stretching, bones lengthening and mass suddenly doubling caused a strong localized quake that rattled homes for entire neighbourhoods. His balls lagged behind in size, now no longer resting on the ground like heavy sloshing mounds but hanging from his crotch like sweaty orbs that tensed and heaved. With all that extra mass, power and bulk, Reggie had the advantage and pushed, hard, cumming to the fullest as his cock widened so much that cracks formed on buildings all around him from the displacement and damage to the road. The first manhole to burst as the pressure of cum pumped into the subway tunnel grew too great came no longer than twenty seconds later. Then a second and a third, each one further from him, followed by large pillars of nut that rained down and began to wash over the road above. Trains were stopped or pushed back, entire platforms quickly submerged under an advancing tide of dragon nut. Through it, Reggie continued to thrust, grinding concrete and asphalt into a cum-based concrete that flowed in the very cracks he caused by slamming his bus-wide sheath into the ground. His paws sank even deeper, collapsing the tunnels to the point that the cum around him quickly bubbled to the surface until the next thrust carved a new path into the subway and resumed injecting tens upon tens upon tens of thousands of gallons of cum into it. When he finally pulled back, a long while later, his body took up nearly all the space in the street and his shoulders were well above the roofs of most of the buildings around him, bringing his height to fifty feet. His paws were the size of trucks, his muscles bulged with power untold to move all that massive bulk with any sort of speed beyond glacial. "Mhr..." Reggie huffed, flexing his cock to remove it from the many feet of concrete he'd buried it in. With a deafening crack the ground split as a spire dozen upon dozens of feet long slowly emerged, thick, heavy, larger than it should've been even on a massive beast like himself, over fifty feet long and girthy like a bus. "MHHHfffuck I uh..." The dragon grumbled, taking a few steps back to admire the wound he'd left on the road, so deep he could see the pulsating waves of cum. But in stepping back he forgot he'd nearly doubled his size and the sound his balls and ass causing the collapse of an entire building woke him up from the reverie of his self-admiration. He removed his backside from the wreck of the three-story building that now had the shape of his ass firmly imprinted on crushed brick and steel beams, the twin swells of his nuts carving more space right underneath it. "Ah damn..." With some effort due to his thick neck, Reggie looked behind and saw that his sack seemed... proportional to his new size: it hung low of course, filling nicely the space between his legs, plapping gently against one thigh or the other, as heavy as before he'd started cumming his brains out. Anyone of sound mind would be satisfied with two nuts fifteen feet wide each, for they were about fourteen feet bigger than anyone needed them to be. But he'd not gotten the powers he had just to settle for 'proportional'. "Mh." As if listening, the two immense orbs gurgled loudly, quickly beginning to sink lower as their mass doubled, tripled, quadrupled in just as many seconds, gaining size moments later. Twenty feet wide, thirty, then forty. Reasonably oversized, so large he once again had to feel his thighs squeeze them whenever he took a step or jostle and bounce and tug at his taint and crotch so much so that his cock refused to soften even as his orgasm waned completely. Stiff, imposing, dripping with a thousand gallons of gooey, warm, slimy precum every couple of seconds, it flexed and slapped against his belly with soft thunderclaps that spoke of its mass and the power of the muscles keeping it aloft. "Shame, I had half a mind to see what a bus felt like... or a train..." Likely he was so ungodly hung the train would split the moment he shoved the twenty foot wide slab of breeder flesh into any carriage. "Mhhh outgrew my own plans..." He absentmindedly squeezed his sack and flexed pecs and forelimbs around his shaft, earning himself a spurt of cum so immense that as it landed on the building forty feet in front of him it bore a hole and immediately flooded several floods before exploding out of the entrance on the ground floor. "MHHH." Windows shattered from the bottom floor up as cum thickened or flew into apartments through them, coating floor after floor in white batter until the tide brought enough furniture against the front door to block most of the gooey fluid to a stop. And within his spent seed he could spot the armies of swimmers seeking out anyone who they could pry open and invade. He spotted a woman laying on her couch, windows broken, her body slick with spunk, her belly wriggled as a contingent of four inch long sperm crowded around her wet cunt. The eggs her ovaries were releasing under the influence of his musk and warm spooge numbered in the hundreds, huge and eager to be fertilized, but still small compared to the finger-sized swimmers. So her womb grew bigger, bigger and bigger, releasing larger eggs even as the sperm forced their way into the smaller ones. She was just barely pregnant and already her belly looked nine months into a quadruplet pregnancy, and still more sperm and eggs were meeting inside her heated chamber. Yet she was not the only one, dozens, hundreds of other women and herms and anything with a womb were experiencing the same changes: wombs swelled in size as his sperm demanded fertile ground to lay their genetic payload into, multiple cells per ova, gangbanging her ovaries to catch each and every last egg before they'd even had the chance to descend into her womb. Bellies swelled, dimpling not just from the sperm legions but also from quickly forming eggs that grew and developed at record speed. The sight triggered one, two, five more spurts that caused increasing amounts of property damage. "Hot." Reggie mused. Flexing his cock and sack, further flooding the floors and the street before him. An entire building ruined and he'd not even stepped close to it much less touched it. His cock continued to throb and lurch and belch ropes of cum onto the poor structure until he moved and instead began to splatter its ropes onto anything standing in front of it. "Let's head downtown, shall we?" He licked his lips, eager to see what the denser area of the town would bring him. As the buildings got taller, the roads hardly kept up with size and before long Reggie was once again not the tallest thing around, though he was by far the heaviest thing moving anywhere in the town. The trail of wrecked cars and miscellaneous vehicles he'd flattened only grew longer and the cars flatter. In some places, buildings had had concave shapes carved into their sides where space wasn't as abundant and his flanks, but most often his nuts, refused to yield to concrete and steel beams. Entire stretches of road were marked by his sweaty sack's twin spheres, their combined eighty feet of width more than enough to hollow buildings and, when they swayed low enough, leave immense indentations that made the prints of his paws vanish. Cum continued to spill in increasingly powerful, voluminous, sticky ropes, nearly ten thousand gallons each, shot further and further away, unless his path was blocked by something, in which case his spurt would splatter and flood apartments, offices, before turning caused his balls to crash into cum-slathered windows. And again, that slow yet noticeable trickle of growth continued, bit by bit, as the scale of his destruction upon public and private properties ramped up. One more excessively pleasurable cycle: he'd break a shop front, or his nuts would cause a four story apartment complex to collapse as he moved too close, grow as the resulting damage fed his power, destroy more due to his growing body and so on. Before long he was once again feeling his balls constantly scrape on the ground and a bit more after that he no longer felt the loving tug of gravity but just the drag as his sack refused to be lifted up, simply content with being carried and gouging out the roads into sweat-infused, musk-soaked twin canyons. Only when the two orbs clenched to deliver a thicker, stronger, more powerful rope of nut batter did they rise from the ground for seconds at a time, gurgling, churning, groaning for the entire duration of their pumping until they crashed back down and sent shockwaves across town. Roughly five minutes after he arrived at the downtown park he often stopped during some of the days when he strolled around. This was a part of town he did not have any control over, but even then he made attempts to spread his influence around it and, judging by the faint smell of balls, the more revealing outfits people were wearing, the higher frequency of people he'd transformed... maybe the place needed one more push to bring it under his sweaty, apartment-sized paws for good. He advanced, making his way through trees that were soon crushed and uprooted by his frame. Already he was leaking more than before, the person-thick spurts of cum soared through the air, washing over green grass and shrubberies, giving the tall oaks he'd not gotten to yet festive strands of ball batter that oozed down. But his real goal was the lake sitting at the centre of the park: a nice little thing, some three to four acres in area, barely at chest level even for a normal person, much less himself even before growing to fifty five feet tall. Now it was but a puddle, though he could think of ways it'd be much better. He spread his legs, firmly anchoring himself in place before placing one paw on his cock, aiming it downward, before slowly starting to thrust. The soft soil was immediately churned up by ridges, bumps and dozens of feet of thick, heavy cockflesh. The stimulation from the softness, the slickness, the damp plushness of his pawpad along with the rush as people watched him masturbate in the park sent sparks of tingling pleasure up his spine, not enough to make him cum but enough to cause his already impressive, absurd production to spike. From person-thick to car-thick, his ropes more than doubled in girth, becoming heavier and denser, flying for shorter distances under the merciless grip of gravity, splashing down on the pond, raising twenty feet tall columns of water. With over three acres, there was a lot of water, but he'd flooded half of the subway and clogged entire sections of it so... replacing the entire lake with cum shouldn't be too hard, right? The thought made him harder and thrust with more energy, his frame wobbling as all the mass moved back and forth, his balls anchoring him in place. He grunted, freely letting his balls release their cargo, rope after rope after rope, each one lasting longer than the last, each one carrying more cum than the last, further and further. His musk spread fast, replacing the older, weaker scent he'd left during his many other visits, though even that had been enough to subtly turn the place into a mostly sexually liberated den of exhibitionists. Wind had kicked up a while ago, carrying the ball funk wafting from his backside across town and further beyond as he'd walked through the streets, but there, with so much open space, the wind brought even more of his pussy-stimulating stench to people around him. For a few minutes his cum simply floated in large patches around the lake, unable to dissolve with its thickness and density, sinking lower and lower, displacing dozens of bathtubs' worth of liquid each second. As the minutes passed, eight, ten, fifteen, the volume of each cumshot growing and increasing more and more and more, the displaced water started to become a noticeable phenomenon. Swaths of lake were slowly becoming white, and the rest was becoming white faster and faster as Reggie thrust, grunted, humped and clenched his immense cum tanks with wild abandon. Before he'd not seen the sheer scale of his output, the way his cock swelled and distended, the way it hiccupped under the extreme pressure of well over ten thousand gallons of cum per single clench of his sack, the way it yawned around car-sized ropes that impacted on the water with loud thumps and louder splashes. The lake was slowly being replaced, but the process was getting more violent and faster as he eventually climaxed, gritting his teeth as his cock yawned around a solid beam of cum tens of thousands of gallons strong. The cumshot looked more like the sight of a dam opening its spillway, impossibly wide, impossibly excessive, impossibly virile. It cut through the water like a pressurized jet, raising a column of frothy water a hundred feet tall before beginning to feed the lake with untold amounts of batter. It should've taken him hours if he'd kept a leisurely output, the length of a movie if he pushed himself a bit more, but as he was right now, cumming to his heart's content, humping away, groaning, pawing off with both forelimbs, muscles straining, well, it'd not take even half an hour to replace three acres of water with pure breeder spunk. But the lake had to go somewhere, and it did, flooding the streets around the park, washing streets clean and removing vehicles, piling them in corners and over trash bins. Still more spunk came, more and more and more and more and more. Tens of thousands of gallons, a hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, three, four and more, the water cloudier, the musk thicker, the level rising up. Those who had not been wise enough to get away were either pushed ashore or rocked left and right within the turbulent liquid as trillions, tens of trillions of eager sperm cells squirmed inside the thick white froth. With Reggie being as large as he was, as virile as he was, as productive as he was, it had been a while since his spunk had had normal-sized sperm. The legions marching into unprotected wombs were all huge, ten to twelve inches long, hungry, eager, devoutly aiming to fulfil their imperative. The usual result from one of his outings downtown, or anywhere else for that matter, was an average of ten to fifteen pregnancies, be them intentional or entirely accidental, without counting the repeated pregnancies that his neighbours were subjected to. From when he'd left his home to the subway he'd already caused dozens, the subway incident itself had quadrupled if not quintupled that number, the walk across town had added hundreds more, but the lake itself as the levels of cum rose and quickly spread far beyond the limits of the lake itself, all three and a half acres of pure cum, were beginning to double the total up until that point with shocking ease. Bellies swelled, tits leaked milk as billions of sperm crowded around already beyond-stuffed pussies, eggs forming in absurd amounts with him as the epicentre as the flood drains gurgled and spilled the liquid they were supposed to guard against back up all over the city. Not contained by subway tunnels this time, Reggie's cum flood was truly that, a flood. The damage, though indirect, was on a different scale compared to before: the lake rose beyond its highest recorded levels even with the drains and the little channel leading away from it where couples liked to rent little pedal boats to fuck during the night had become a raging torrent flowing downstream. It hadn't even been a full forty minutes before his orgasm faded, but the lake was gone, as was most of the park. Waves of sticky, gooey cum lapped at his balls as he stood, now once more far from the ground thanks to more growth spurs. Judging by the height of the tallest tree in the park, an old bastard protected by the city and measured at a respectable 80 feet, a tree that now was just below eye level, he'd grown another thirty feet in height or so, bringing him at a gargantuan, building-class eighty-something feet, nearly two and a half times as long. His cock groaned, stretching with loud creaking sounds as the muscles bundles and its flesh elongated, thickened, fattened, catching up just enough to not only poke once again between his meaty, column-like forelimbs, but stretch further still. The result was something close to several train cars lined up, only much thicker and likely heavier: nearly one hundred and ninety feet of breeder cock surged beneath his belly, matching the oversized muscles, frame and, moments later, the twin seventy feet wide nuts that crashed on the beyond soaked grass. "Goddamn I could... seriously get used to being this fucking big and heavy." His voice boomed over the ruins of the park, his sheath hanging low, balls lower, cock defaulting to belching forth cum in the quintuple digits per rope. "Mhhhhh no need for a home, no need to care about anything..." Reggie bit his lips, turning around, careful not to break the only tree that was big enough to rival himself. The same courtesy wasn't extended to the buildings around the park that blocked his path. Before he'd just scraped past them, but now turning was becoming quite the challenge and his body, but his balls most of all, had grown so much that the space was now woefully small. His forelimbs knocked off chunks of apartment complexes, stores, offices before his haunches carved more out of them. What was left of them was further crushed, flattened or hollowed by his balls as they sloshed, wobbled and swayed behind him, lifted and pushed around by his hindlegs like a mockery of wrecking balls for proper construction work. With pride he strolled, or rather, forced his way through downtown, people moving far away from the incoming storm, though they could only avoid his bulk: his smell, the musk, the sex fog wafting from his body was not something putting a few hundred paces of distance could protect from and the tens upon tens of thousands of gallons he spilled with excessive, divine casualness only made things worse. The cars that could not get out of the road fast enough were crushed, entirely without intent, just because the dragon's paws were so impossibly wide that they could not avoid all the little things beneath them. However, true to the beginning of his journey of self-indulgence, Reggie did purposefully play around a bit. There was this one parking lot, one that before becoming a minor god in his own domain had been the worst place to park in, a lifetime ago, always full of cars, always crowded, one time he'd gotten his car keyed and the windows smashed by an angry drunk dude. He swerved towards it and smiled as he lifted one paw and slammed it down. Windows shattered all around him, car alarms blared, people looked but they were blocked by the immense nuts in the way. He lifted his paw and saw the hole made, several yards deep, shaped like his paw pads, full with several wrecks. Once, twice, thrice and more he repeated the process, scrapping three dozen cars in the process, his pawprints overlapping here and there. With pride Reggie admired the fruits of his work, warped metal, broken glass, flattened electronics, before the next gush of cum from his gurgling backside flooded the entire parking lot with ball batter and made sure that the several craters would be filled with a few good inches of fragrant spunk. Eventually the town centre was in sight, the core and 'beating heart' as the local adverts liked to call it. It was busy as usual with workers streaming out of offices to get to lunch, though a fair and growing amount was the crowd slowly evacuating from Reggie's path. Some were lucky to get away in time, some were not: the musk spread first, then came cum in huge gushes that moved cars and washed streets in white. The bouncing, yawning, swaying pillar of cockflesh belched forth ropes constantly, the arc of its aim relatively narrow, sitting between two large forelimbs as it did, but its output more than powerful and abundant enough to make up for that 'shortcoming'. The taller structures in front were hit first as tens of thousands of gallons splattered on them, breaking glass, filling entire floors dedicated to offices and apartments before dripping down staircases and elevator wells. But even those on higher floors were not safe because if the fat flare could move left and right it could also move up and down. One particular, minute-long, fifty thousand gallon strong of cum arched from the very bottom of a fifteen story building to the very last floor in a line that first cut through glass and concrete and then continued until not a window, door, staircase, closet, bedroom was full of cum. Rivers ran down, washing on the street, carrying a tide of foot-long, forearm-sized sperm and several dozen extremely pregnant females with squirming tails sticking out of their pussies and more still trying to get inside. Behind the poor building stood another one, taller, larger, the pride of the entire town (according to all politicians): an immense mixed use shopping mall built to promote the place for inter-state tourism. Yet it was an eyesore for everyone else: big, ugly, a waste of space that had removed so many local shops for large international overpriced chain stores. Nobody liked it and he knew exactly what he had to do with it. He advanced, or rather, bulldozed his way through another ugly modernist hunk of concrete and metal. His cock entered first, boring a thirty foot wide hole in the structure, spewing cum as it did, dousing its path forward before Reggie's broad, street-spanning chest followed, then the rest of him. The building lasted no more than ten seconds before it was reduced to a pile of rubble that his balls compacted into the very soil, leaving only a cum-slathered, ballsweat-drenched concrete dust. Slowly he continued to advance, until he was fully in the large open area in front of the shopping mall. Behind him the trail of wreckage expanded for close to two miles, starting from his home to here, increasing in severity, scale and spreading his power and domain further and further. He could feel the entire town malleable, easily changeable, a playpen where he was at the very top. But instead of focusing on that, he looked at the horrible mall before and spread his legs, thrusting forward. His flare slammed into the front across two floors and an atrium before continuing to invade the structure, spraying cum into it. Floors full of mannequins, little benches, bikes on sale, racks of clothes were the first ones to be washed white. On the opposite side of the mall, tons of produce were piled up against the back entrance, forming an immense dam blocking anyone from entering or anything but cum to spill out. Reggie murred, anchored himself and started to thrust, hard, flexing his muscles both to keep all the mass moving at a reasonable speed and to feel that nice, heavy, powerful burn wash over his self. People outside saw a cock enter, dozens upon dozens of feet of it, advancing through the large windows lining the side of the mall before emerging in a new place each time: first the ceiling was punched clean through, five floors of concrete proving to be little more than wet paper for the flare and the mass of cock behind it. As it emerged from the upper floors, it belched a huge, train-sized rope of batter that rose hundreds of feet in the air, raining down back on the areas surrounding the mall with wet, loud thumps, spreading its creamy, wriggling cargo even further. Second was the left wing where all the gym equipment stores were, the sound of rolling barbells, treadmills and weights moved by the sheer mass of that dick barely audible under the deafening roar of the next cumshot and the cacophony of breaking steel and concrete. Then the right wing, flooded so thoroughly by not one but six cumshots each pumping out tens of thousands of gallons of ball batter that the four floors that it was composed off nearly collapsed under the weight of all that dense, honey-like spunk before the bulky, street-wide cock pulverized enough support columns to doom it to rubble. Thrust after thrust, pump after pump, Reggie carefully, methodically, joyfully laid claim not only to the mall and its ruined structure, but to the city itself. His musk spread far, farther than ever before, his cum washed over streets, causing cars to bump into each other, some ropes spat out with enough force to travel the space between the mall and the office buildings nearby and splatter on the large, expensive, recently cleaned windows, flooding every floor and the roads below. It took no longer than ten minutes of dedicated thrusting and several million gallons of cum for the mall to be destroyed, utterly, completely. Reggie stood on top of its ruins, bigger, taller, heavier, bulkier, leaning over his cock like a pillow, hindpaws gently kneading his sack, coaxing more cum to spill over the boulevard he'd already beyond flooded. Sperm cells two feet long spread with shocking speed, carried both by the tides of nut batter and by their own immense, ceaseless drive to impregnate. Billions had been set loose on the town, trillions more likely waited inside Reggie's sack, so many of them that their squirming was visible with the naked eye. He looked at a woman resting her arms on a pillar that had survived the cum tides, legs spread wide, pants gone, pussy stretched as half a dozen tails squirmed, coiling on her thighs for better purchase as the immense sperms invaded her womb. Hundreds, thousands of similar scenes were happening all over town, his swimmers not satisfied with just knocking each person once but twice, ten times over. Already the area was starting to modify itself after his size: wider roads, sturdier streets, rows of shops that sold cum-based products, maternity wear ranging from mildly hyper to mobility platforms for those who had been blessed with hundreds of his eggs sold for literal pennies or free in exchange for barrels of fresh milk. Fur, scales, hide was starting to replace normal skin, and, as the smell of the entire town slowly became his, only his, so very obviously his, Reggie pondered whether replacing the mall with a suitably large breeding mount might be a good landmark for drawing in tourism. In the meantime, from the rubble of the mall he erected a rather large park with benches, spots both public and private to fuck, tall trees providing shade, kiosks that provided toys to make the experience more pleasant and a small army of on-call nurses in case someone needed to carry the occasional clutch laid on the grass. At the centre of the park was a statue of himself, a perfect copy of himself right after he'd transformed, cock in full view acting as fountain, hard and leaking an endless stream of cum that fed several small rivers flowing down the hill it was perched upon. Compared to himself as he was now, the statue was less than a fifth of his overall size and it spilled an amount of cum so small it might've been but a single minuscule pump, or rather, a fraction of a pump. "Well aren't I handsome?" He admired his form for a moment. Though scaled down, he could fully admire his appearance as a quadruped, the way his muscles overlapped, the way his balls deformed between his hindlegs, the fat hole nestled between his cheeks and the way it made his tail always kind of lift up and let people sneak a peek from behind. "I could get used to being like this all the time. There's so fucking much of me..." Even soft, with his cock retreated fully inside his sheath, his flare peeking out just enough to remind everyone of the immensity of that breeder pole, it spat out pools' of cum. His taint was always twitching, throbbing, pulsating like a living thing, a colossal python, a hill of muscle and hidden plumbing that never rested. He smiled, tending his cock with slow, sultry licks, breathing in the stench of ten thousand pregnancies blooming around him and already planning for ten thousand more in his mind as he eyed the new open air movie theatre that his imagination had installed on a gigantic, thirty story maternity ward opposite him. The sloppy, before unrealizable movie with its array of hypersexed actors attending a serious meeting to prevent the end of the world all the while cumming and spilling prodigious loads over each other kept him company, at least for now. The movie was, however interesting and arousing, just a movie and he had a few girls to fuck properly because as novel as shoving his cock down a subway or into a building was, there was nothing that could match having a fat, slick, heated cunt around his cock from flare to sheath. Just the thought made several yards of cock slip out of his sheath, already wet and throbbing. The trip back home was short, luckily so because with each step he felt his balls grow heavier. He'd caused around ten to twenty thousand pregnancies, probably, but all that didn't matter if he couldn't get his lovers just as pregnant to match that number all by themselves. "Mhh can't wait to lay down and get my taint licked clean..." He murred, making his way through the suburbs, the wider roads providing the houses nearby enough clearance to not be completely flattened, though the roads were not spared the burden of hundreds of tons of dragon leaving huge paw-shaped canyons. "Hell, I could do with some brainstorming for ideas to make the town better... Heh, why not both?" Reggie smiled and cleared the last few hundred feet with but a handful of steps. As soon as he got close enough, he started to shrink himself, because being huge was fun but his home was fine as it was and he rather missed having thumbs and being able to fit through doors. His frame soon no longer towered over everything by fifty feet, but only a few dozen, then twenty and then he was but a puny, minuscule thirty feet tall or so. His balls and cock matched his bulk the whole way down, but eventually started to refuse to be compacted any more. "Huh?" He let out a soft grumble at the slight hiccup in his plan and tried again. "Oohhahshshsssss!!!" But his body betrayed him again: his balls groaned, quivered and fought back harder than he could bear, clenching hard and pumping out fatter and fatter and fatter loads of cum that could match his output at his larger sizes, his taint so large it was lifting his tail up and spreading his cheeks wide, cock bloated by all that cum. A house down the road was hit so hard by the compressed beam of cum that when the flow stopped, there was only two walls left standing and the rest had been basically pressure-washed away. "Mhh fuck uhhh..." Reggie paused for a moment. "Hmm I think I uhhh... might have overdone it with the growing..." His sack seemed to agree, quietly bloating back to a size that more matched a beast twenty feet taller than he was, firmly resting on the ground, cock matching and nearly leaving him unable to even touch the ground so girthy it remained. "Fuck I might not be able to shrink down at all... for now..." The big dragon groaned, packing up a few feet just to be able to comfortably feel his paws on the road beneath. "Damn..." His home expanded to make space for him, but at a certain point, even his imagination was struggling to scale up everything to his current size, though diminished as it was. Eventually it settled for a sort of comfy barn-like look and the garden had expanded to engulf several nearby homes. He marched on his property, then slumped on the grass, tired, horny as hell and missing his comfy couch. All of his harem marched out, pregnant guts swaying and wobbling. "Evening guys." "Hey stud, we've watched your little march into town... we were planning on meeting you back at the park but someone flooded the subway and it's still in the process of being de-spunked. Plus there's an incredibly pregnant fox plugging up a tunnel and apparently she's so full of eggs they can't make her lay them fast enough to actually empty her..." Mary chimed in, patting her gut that, even though it reached the ground while standing, seemed to never be big enough for her. "... so either you get that cock of yours up my cunt, or we're going on a strike." "Oh uhm... I've grown a lot girls, I'm not sure I could make you fit on it... I mean if you were bigger we could..." And as he was saying that, he noticed Mary gain a few inches in height, her hips swelling, her posture quickly becoming more and more hunched over. Hannah soon began to follow suit, her body bulking up and stretching in every direction. "Don't worry about that hun, you just do your job and we're going to..." Hannah grunted and fell down on all fours, shaking her head as the new body continued to grow. "... do ours. Ok?" She smiled, teeth bared, turning around to lift up a tail that let him stare at a large, puffy, car-sized cunt drooling juices onto Javier who was still otter-sized and fighting for his life under the flow of two horny dragonesses and one hornier stud all flooding the garden with their endless output. "So? What are you waiting for? Get up and get fucking, hot stuff."